and of course by moving in you eliminate nick conte. the rest is up to the audience.et them supply the emotions. let them tell me where he went. let them tell me what he did. they were a three-man board now if i recall correctly and the first man to talk was a rather youngish guy who immediately lit into me like a 75-millimeter howitzer, how dare i shoot a scene as filthy as that. and what could i have been thinking of and all that. he accused me of everything. having a filthy mind and all. i let him talk, at the end of it, i said, "excuse me, sir, i don't quite understand what you mean. i don't know what's wrong with dollying in to a head close-up of a young lady. now please be more explicit." he says, "well tell me, where did richard conte go? you tell me that, where did he go?" i said, "i haven't the vaguest idea. he may have gone off the stage for a glass of water, what are you referring to?" with my baby-blue's, you know. well, they allowed it. the sexiness of the noir film is precisely linked to the fact that those guys couldn't show this stuff. so you're oblige