I remember you as a pretty noisy little fellow, son.
All of a sudden, you get quiet.
You lost your book of answers, or are you just waiting for your lawyer?
Maybe you don't think murder looks so good on you.
- Maybe I didn't do it. - Maybe he didn't do it, Nulty.
Now, look, Marlowe, we're arraigning you.
It ain't personal. We don't like you, but it ain't personal.
We just got a certain routine to follow after a killing.
Where's Randall?
He asked us to talk to you, if that's all right.
- Is he holding the kid? - I wouldn't know.
- Is she all right? - I wouldn't know that either.
- Where did you see her last? - I forget.
- Randall? - Uh-huh?
- How do you feel? - Like a duck in a shooting gallery.
- Cigarette? - Yeah. Thanks.
Want to make a statement?
Boys tell me I did a couple of murders. Anything in it?
You got a rope under my ears, huh?
I think you better let me have it.
I'll have to hold it on you, but I think you better let me have it.
Okay, Dowling. Bring in your notebook.
We're all set.
- The works? - Yeah.
Some of it you know. If I misquote you...
Let's get it on the record, from the beginning.
With Malloy, then.
Well, it was about 7:00. Anyway, it was dark.
- What were you doing at the office that late? - I'm a homing pigeon.
I always come back to the stinking coop no matter how late it is.
I'd been out peeking under old Sunday sections
for a barber named Dominic whose wife wanted him back. I forget why.
Only reason I took the job is because my bank account
was trying to crawl under a duck.
And I never found him.
I just found out all over again how big this city is.
My feet hurt.
And my mind felt like a plumber's handkerchief.
The office bottle hadn't sparked me up,
so I'd taken out my little black book and decided to go grouse hunting.
Nothing like soft shoulders to improve my morale.
The soft shoulders had a date, but she thought she could do something about that
and was going to check right back.
There's something about the dead silence of an office building at night...
Not quite real.
The traffic down below was something that didn't have anything to do with me.
I seen your name on a blackboard downstairs.
Yeah?
I come up to see you.
You're a private eye, huh?
That's right.
I'd like you to look for somebody.
I'm closed up, pal. Come around tomorrow, we'll talk about it.
I looked for her where she worked
but I've been out of touch.
Okay. Tomorrow.
I'd like to show you where she worked.
Okay. You show me where she worked.
This way.
The joint looked like trouble, but that didn't bother me.
Nothing bothered me.
The two twenties felt nice and snug against my appendix.
I tried to picture him in love with somebody, but it didn't work.
They changed it a lot.
There was a stage where she worked, and some booths.
Oink flowers was in the slatwork.
She was cute as lace pants.
A redhead.
Eight years since I seen her.
Six she didn't write, but she'll have a reason.
- What's she do, sing? - Yeah.
Let's you and me go up and nibble a couple.
Boss.
- Whisky. Call yours. - Whisky.
You never heard of Velma?
Look, Joe, I'm sorry about your girl.
I know how you feel, but she ain't here.
No girl's been here since I owned this place.
No show. No noise.
I got a reputation for no trouble.
She used to work here.
You ask him about Velma.
We've been over all that. Drink up, Joe.
You remember Velma?
I'll have to request you don't bother the customers.
So far you rate me polite, huh? I don't bother you none.
Some guys has the wrong ideas when to get fancy.
Whisky.
Come on, pal. Eight years is a lot of gin. They don't know anything about Velma here.
- Who asked you to stick your face in? - You did. Remember me?
I'm the guy who came in with you, chunky.
Moose. The name is Moose. On account of I'm large.
- Moose Malloy. You heard of me, maybe? - Maybe.
They changed it a lot.
There was a stage where she worked and some booths.
You said that.
I'm beginning not to like it here.
- Maybe I told you too much. - No.
- We was to be married. - What happened?
Where do you figure I've been away them eight years, I said about?
Catching butterflies.
I put away a few grand before I went up.
- You been in the caboose ever? - Just a couple of overnight stops.
Okay. You find Velma, huh?
- She got a last name? - Velma. Velma Valento.
- How will I get in touch with you? - I get in touch with you.
I spent a buck in another bar for some history.
Mike Florian ran the joint until 1939.
He died in 1940 in the middle of a glass of beer.
His wife Jessie finished it for him.
Tracing her was easy. I could do that.
A real bright third grader could have done it, but not Malloy.
He needed a private detective.
She was a charming middle-aged lady with a face like a bucket of mud.
I gave her a drink. She was a gal who'd take a drink
if she had to knock you down to get the bottle.
That liquor's been keeping the right company all right.
Just hold it careful, mister. This ain't no time to drop anything.
What was it we was talking about?
A red-headed girl named Velma Valento.
Used to work in your husband's place on Central Avenue.
Who was it you said you was, mister?
There.
A private cop.
You didn't say that, mister,
but I knew you wasn't no regular cop.
No regular cop ever bought a drink of that stuff.
Do you remember Velma?
- Who was that, copper? - Velma.
No. I don't seem to right off.
What was it you said you wanted her for?
I'm tracing her for a client of mine.
I shouldn't ought to sit here and bother with you
but when I like a guy and he buys me a drink,
the ceiling is the limit.
Hold on to your chair and don't step on no snakes.
I got an idea.
No peeking.
Them is all Mike left me, them and his old clothes.
Oublicity, that is.
But them dolls didn't never get in the papers,
at least not in connection with the place, they didn't.
Why did you hide this picture of Velma? Why did you hide it?
Give it to me!
She's dead.
She was a nice kid
but she's dead.
- Moose will be sorry to hear that. - Yeah. Won't he, though?
Yeah, he's out. He's out, and he's looking for his girl.
Why did you hide her picture?
I don't know anybody by the name of Moose, copper.
Beat it! Beat it! Beat it!
I don't know anybody by the name of Moose.
Suddenly, she wasn't drunk any more.
Her hand was steady, and she was cool,
like somebody making funeral arrangements for a murder,
not yet committed.
Hello, sweetheart.
I let in a guy a couple hours ago.
He said it was important. Okay?
He's in love and in a big hurry. He'll get over that.
- Cute little fella, isn't he? - Yeah.
- Sober? - Yeah.
He smells real nice.
Mr Marlowe?
I took the liberty of waiting here, Mr Marlowe.
The elevator attendant gave me the impression I could expect you soon so...
Who put in the pitch for me, Mr Marriott?
- I beg your pardon? - How did you get my name?
Oh, well, as a matter of fact,
I decided to employ a private investigator only today.
This being Saturday afternoon, I failed to reach anyone by phone
and was somewhat at a loss as to...
The directory listed several in this neighbourhood,
so as I say, I took a chance...
I'm in a clutch at the moment, Mr Marriott.
I'm pretty busy. I couldn't take on anything big.
What's the job?
I'll require your services for just a few hours this evening.
I'm meeting some men shortly after midnight.
I'm paying them some money.
You better get your flaps down, or you'll take off.
What's the deal, blackmail?
I'm not in the habit of giving people grounds for blackmail, Mr Marlowe.
I've simply agreed to serve as bearer of the money.
- How much and what for? - Really, I can't go into that.
You just want me to go along and hold your hand?
I'm afraid I don't like your manner.
I've had complaints about it. But it keeps getting worse.
How much are you offering me for doing nothing?
I really hadn't gotten around to thinking about it.
You suppose you can get around to thinking about it now?
How would you like a swift punch on the nose?
I tremble at the thought of such violence.
I'm offering you $100 for a few hours of your time.
If that isn't enough, say so. There's no risk.
Some jewels were taken from a friend of mine in a holdup.
- I'm buying them back. - Where and when?
Well, the arrangements specify that I drive my car
to a rather secluded canyon, just above the beach...
Now wait a minute.
You drive out to a nice, dark petting spot, hiding me in the backseat,
- to buy back some jewellery for a lady... - I didn't say that.
...and what you get for the lady's money, will be a package
you won't be allowed to open, if you get anything at all.
There's nothing to prevent them from double-crossing you.
I certainly couldn't do anything to stop it.
By now, every move is planned.
And they aren't figuring on roughing you up if you play ball.
But they wouldn't like you being twins. One of us might get hurt.
Now I'm afraid I can't do anything for you, Mr Marriott.
But I'll take your $100 and tag along for the ride.
I carry the shopping money, too, and I do the driving.
We were watched.
I didn't see anything. I felt it in my stomach.
I was a toad on a wet rock.
A snake was looking at the back of my neck.
There should be some white posts in a minute.
Out your head in.
A path there goes down into the hollow where we're to wait.
Check, white posts.
You sit tight. I'll go down and have a look-see.
Looks like a tryout to see if you obey orders.
I caught the blackjack right behind my ear.
A black pool opened up at my feet.
I dived in. It had no bottom.
I felt pretty good like an amputated leg.
Are you all right? What happened?
He was doubled up on his face
in that bag-of-old-clothes position that always means the same thing,
he had been killed by an amateur
or by somebody who wanted it to look like an amateur job.
Nobody else would hit a man that many times with a sap.
The oftener you go over it, the sillier it sounds.
You don't know anything about Marriott, you don't know how much money
you were carrying, you don't know what it was suppose to buy.
Trusting soul, wasn't he? Letting you carry the payoff.
Sorry I don't have it now. Right after I beat Marriott's brains out,
and just before I hit myself on the back of the head, I hid the money under a bush.
Supposing a jewel outfit got the bright idea of using a detective as a utility man
for contacts and payoffs.
Suppose they ran out of uses for him.
They might try to hang a murder around his neck, wouldn't they?
Oh, great.
Now I'm a finger for a heist mob. Also I'm Jack the Ripper.
Look, I try to be helpful.
I get up off the nice cold ground and walk five miles to a phone,
right after having my head treated.
I lead you to the body instead of letting you find it next Christmas.
I tell you all I know, four times!
It sounds screwy. All right, it is screwy.
Sometimes I'm not smart, but it's all I know.
Now I'm tired of looking at you and listening to your bum guesses.
Either book me or let me go home and go to bed.
As long as you're gonna get personal, I don't like looking at you, either.
I don't like sitting here. I'd much rather be home in bed, too.
I'd rather be digging eggshells out of garbage cans
than trying to pry information out of you.
- I get it. You don't like me. - No. I never have, and I never will.
You're not a detective, you're a slot machine.
You'd slit your own throat for six bits plus tax.
- Now, look... - All I want from you is silence.
One false move, and you'll be locked up as a material witness.
Oh, so it's that kind of a case, is it?
With the witnesses gagged and the papers crying for news?
They'll get their murderer. And I'll get the guy that did it.
You'll get him, all right, about the time you get your third set of teeth.
Okay. Go on home to bed.
And stick to your story if you want to. Olay it dumb, play it any way,
but stay out of my way.
And stay out of the way of Marriott's pals.
I've been after these boys for a long time, and I'm getting close. I'm gonna get them.
So watch your step
or I may have to pick you up in the same basket with Jules Amthor.
Yeah?
- Is Amthor mixed up in this? - So you know him, then, huh?
I know lots of people in this town
but I never heard of Jules Amthor. It's a bad guess.
Business is getting better. And prettier, huh?
- Mr Marlowe, I'm Miss Allison, The Post. - Yeah?
The police aren't being very helpful on the Marriott case. I was wondering...
How did you know about me?
I have friends at the City Hall, naturally. That's my business.
I'd just get you in a lot of trouble.
Did Marriott tell you who owned the jade he was buying back?
They'll never know where my information came from but if I know something
I'll be in a much better bargaining position down there.
Come in, Miss Allison. Have a seat.
No, I wasn't told who owned the jade, Miss Allison.
Didn't seem to be any of my business.
- Had you known Marriott some time? - A couple of weeks. Why?
I just wondered if you had any theories,
I mean, about what happened, or was supposed to happen?
One or two.
- You do your own typing, Miss Allison? - Why, yes.
I'm not always this brilliant, Miss...
Miss Grayle.
But I'm improving.
What do you do besides playing reporter?
You're a hot rock anyway, dear. I should toss you to the cops.
All I could tell them last night was that Marriott was buying back some jewellery.
You'd knock their hats off with that line about the jade.
Have you ever known a Velma Valento, Miss Grayle, a singer?
Oh, well, it was another case, anyway. I was just hoping...
Did your friends at City Hall tell you about the jade, too?
- Who does it belong to? - What's your interest in it?
Now, we're not gonna get anyplace at all answering questions with more questions.
- I'll take my answer first. - Okay.
I'm interested in the jade, now that I know about it,
because I'd like to know who besides me might have killed Marriott.
He gave me $100 to take care of him and I didn't.
I'm just a small businessman in a very messy business,
but I like to follow through on a sale.
The jade belongs to my father. Now unlock the door.
I gathered from Marriott that it belonged to a lady.
My father happens to be married.
Oh. Yes, of course he would be.
It was your mother then who was wearing it the night of the hold-up?
She's not my mother.
Which one sent you here to feel me out?
It was my own brilliant idea.
Before I see the police, I think I'll have a talk with your father
and your father's wife.
Open the door.
It was a nice little front yard. Cosy, okay for the average family,
only you'd need a compass to go to the mailbox.
The house was all right, too, but it wasn't as big as Buckingham Palace.
I had to wait while she sold me to the old folks.
It was like waiting to buy a crypt in a mausoleum.
Mr Marlowe.
Mr Marlowe, Father.
- How do you do? - How are you?
It's good of you to come. This is Mrs Grayle.
Are you familiar with jade, Mr Marlowe?
Hmm?
What do you know about jade?
It's green, isn't it?
Yeah. No, thanks.
Jade, Mr Marlowe,
is not sufficiently known or appreciated in this country.
The great rulers of the East, however...
- Sit down, won't you? - Thank you.
The great rulers of the East have treated it with a reverence accorded no other stone.
They've spent years searching for a single piece.
Fei-ts'ui jade, in which I, as a collector
am particularly interested, is extremely valuable.
I'm afraid, like most old men with a hobby
- I'm inclined to be a bit of a bore. - Keep going.
But since my daughter has brought you into this matter,
injudiciously perhaps...
I was already in it up to my eyebrows.
I take it the whatchamacallit you lost was this stuff, fei-ts'ui?
A necklace, Mr Marlowe.
A necklace. 60 beads of about six carats each.
- Worth how much? - Well, that's difficult to say.
The Chinese government had a somewhat larger necklace
which once brought as much as $125,000.
You were about to ask, Mr Marlowe, why I should be so reckless
as to go out in the evening wearing an irreplaceable necklace.
Something like that.
Well, it's... it's unanswerable. I shouldn't have.
I never should have worn it out.
Where was the stickup?
If you'll excuse me, I'm feeling a little tired.
But Mrs Grayle will tell you anything else you want to know.
Goodbye, sir.
We're naturally anxious to locate the necklace, Mr Marlowe.
I only hope it can be managed without any publicity.
Yeah. So do I.
Let's dispense with the polite drinking, shall we?
- Would you mind... - No. Not at all.
I hadn't supposed there were enough murders these days
to make detecting very attractive to a young man.
I stir up trouble on the side.
How much of your money was in Marriott's envelope?
$8,000.
- Cheap at the price. - Dirt cheap.
We guessed they didn't know its real value.
Who could have known you were going to wear the necklace this particular night?
My maid, perhaps, but she's had a hundred chances.
- Besides, I trust her. - Why?
I don't know. I trust some people.
- I trust you. - Did you trust Marriott?
Not in some things. In others, yes. There are degrees.
I thought detectives were heavy drinkers.
Well, some of them are.
Some of them just encourage other people to drink.
- Shall I tell you about the hold-up? - It might help.
Well, Lin and I had been out dancing. He was bringing me home.
- Where were you stopped? - Near here.
Does it matter a lot?
Not too much at the moment.
How many other Marriotts are there,
pretty guys who take you dancing?
I'm very fond of my husband.
Only his two-steps getting a little stiff.
Do you know a Jules Amthor?
- I've heard Lin speak of him. Why? - Oh, I don't know.
The cops told me to leave him alone. That makes me want to look him up.
- Is he a bad boy? - A lot of Lin's friends are, I'm afraid.
Lin was rather a heel himself
but he was a nice heel.
The papers didn't say much except that he wasn't shot.
- How... - With a sap, only good.
If an elephant had stepped on his head, same effect.
How awful.
I feel so responsible now, but it seemed quite simple to buy it back.
I don't understand.
I've tried to put it together with the hold-up, but I can't.
You know, there was something peculiar about the hold-up.
They gave me back one of my rings. Rather a good one, too.
- What's Amthor's racket? - I'm not sure.
Some sort of psychic consultant. A quack, probably.
You see, Lin fancied himself a sculptor, but he was mixed up about it.
That's why he went to him originally.
He couldn't get started for fear of failure.
I wonder if he'd take my case.
- Who was that? - Ann.
Strange child.
You will help me, won't you?
Is this for love, or are you paying me something in money?
I never hired a detective before. What are the rates?
As much as the traffic will bear.
- When can you start? - I've already started.
How do I find Amthor?
I'll see if I can smoke him out for you. He's quite inaccessible.
- Yes? - Mr Amthor is here, Mrs Grayle.
Show him in.
Don't look so judicial. He really is inaccessible.
I hadn't the faintest idea he was coming. I haven't seen him in months.
How do you spend your evenings?
Well, recently, I've been playing Button Button with the cops.
- And then where do you go? - I'm in the book.
Let's see what's on his mind.
Oh, I'm sorry.
This is Mr Marlowe. Mr Amthor.
Mr Marlowe's a private detective. He was with Lin when...
I was hired as a bodyguard and bungled the job.
Now I'm investigating myself.
You must forgive me for not coming sooner. It's such a shock.
These things are so difficult to believe.
Close friend, someone you know so well...
- What could have happened? - I've got a couple of notions.
When would you like to help me work them out?
I'm afraid I wouldn't make a very good detective, Mr Marlowe, and I...
I know. You are inaccessible.
In what way do you think I could help you?
I spent last night with the police. It was their idea.
They took it for granted that if I'd known Marriott, I knew you, too.
They told me not to get too close to you, said you'd bite.
You look harmless to me.
I'd be very glad to arrange an interview if you'II...
Just leave the number with Mrs Grayle.
And don't go to any special trouble. I'll bring my own crystal ball.
Hey!
How do you get out of this funhouse, Colonel?
This way, sir.
Come in.
It's on the bed.
Hey, this is six weeks since you sent your laundry out.
You must be in love.
Bring it back tomorrow.
You've got a nice build for a private detective.
It gets me around.
How does one get to be a private detective?
You don't mind my sizing you up a little?
Most of us are ex-cops. I worked for the DA, got fired.
- Not for incompetence, surely. - For talking back.
I had an interesting childhood, too, but you didn't drop in to get a biography.
I thought you'd like to know what Amthor said
and I wanted to make it official.
Shall we call this a retainer?
Yeah, let's call it a retainer.
If the cops get to you, you sent for me.
I didn't want to have anything to do with the case. You talked me into it.
- You hired me. - Do they have to know about me?
Would that bother you?
We live pretty much by ourselves.
And my husband has a morbid fear of any kind of publicity.
He's not very strong.
I'll manage it. How did it go with Amthor?
I'm stubborn. I don't like being rushed.
I figured, the way you're dressed tonight, you're on the town, just stopped by here to...
I was hoping you'd buy me a drink somewhere
or don't you ever relax when you're on a case?
Not in public. It's too crowded.
Do you like the Coconut Beach Club?
I don't know. I've never been there. I'm the drive-in type.
The lights would be very flattering to you.
They might even mellow you a little.
It's the sort of place where you have to wear a shirt.
Be right with you.
- I think I'll put some powder on my nose. - You've already got powder on it.
Mr Marlowe.
Hey, look,
I like you, but I'm too old to play games.
If you're jealous of your stepmother, okay we can talk about that in the office tomorrow.
Look, she'll be here in a minute, and I don't want you two tangling in public.
There's no danger. You're being sidetracked.
Helen's gone by now.
- What do you mean I'm being sidetracked? - You'll find out.
And I'm just staying long enough to speak my piece.
Tell me, are you a member of a syndicate with international contacts
or do you get all your information just by eavesdropping?
- What did she ask you to do? - You missed that part?
She wanted me to kiss her and find her jade necklace.
I may have the order wrong, but that's the general idea.
You said you were a businessman. All right.
Whatever she was willing to pay you, I'll up it.
Just stay away from her. Forget the whole thing.
What's the matter? What are you looking at me like that for?
I don't know.
Surely I'm not corrupting you. You've been bought off before.
I seem to remember you from one of my dreams.
- One of the better ones. - Would it be worth $1,000?
Well?
Stick around. I'll be right back.
Ditch the babe.
What's the matter with you? Don't you want me to have any love life at all?
Ditch the babe.
Look, I'm a big boy now. I blow my own nose and everything.
You hired me. Now stop following me, or I'm gonna get mad.
- Ditch the babe. I'd like you to meet a guy. - Just take it easy, will you?
Another 10 seconds and gangrene will set in, in those fingers.
- I'd like you to meet a guy. - Okay. Okay.
You do go for the showgirl type, don't you, sonny?
- Cute, huh? - Come on. I'd like you to meet a guy.
What's the matter with going up the front way? Your friend behind in his rent?
- Come on. - Hmm?
Oh, that.
That's just part of my clothes. I hardly ever shoot anybody with it.
On clear days, Mr Marlowe, you can see the ships in the harbour at San Oedro.
I trust you brought your crystal ball.
I don't get it.
You mean there are some things you do not understand?
I've always credited the private detective with a high degree of omniscience.
- Or is that only true in rental fiction? - Okay. I'd like you to ask him now.
- Don't be impatient. - Ask me what?
What's the matter with you doing your own asking?
Take it easy, big boy.
The boss wants a nice, quiet talk with your friend.
Now...
I believe you wanted to discuss my relationship with the police.
Look, I usually come right in through the front door, big as life.
I merely wanted to take you on the wing, so to speak.
An old psychological trick. It helps us get closer to the real man.
Where did you pick up Malloy?
My dear Mr Marlowe,
I notice in you an unpleasant tendency toward abrupt transitions.
A characteristic of your generation.
But in this case, I must ask you to follow some sort of logical progression.
Now, about the police...
Maybe they got something on you or they're trying to get it.
I didn't expect you to tell me which. I was just baiting you.
It's an old psychological trick, grandpa.
What's your racket?
I am in a very sensitive profession, Mr Marlowe.
I am a quack.
Which is to say, I'm ahead of my time in the field of psychic treatment.
Naturally, there are certain elements that would like to show me in a bad light.
It's entirely possible they have discussed me with the police.
That is it.
Sorry if I've upset your theories about me,
which I imagine are much more elaborate, but...
My theory's pretty simple. It goes like this,
Marriott was a blackmailer of women. He was good.
Women liked him around. His interest in clothes and jewellery came easy.
But he wasn't the whole works. Somebody told him which women to cultivate
so he could load them with ice, take them out dancing,
then slip to the phone and tell the boys where to operate.
And that is your picture of Marriott and me?
I am slightly disgusted and very disappointed.
Don't look now, but Gussie the gun collector is back.
I am very disappointed in you.
Your thinking is untidy, like most so-called thinking today.
You depress me.
Suppose your theory were correct,
I would have Mrs Grayle's jade now, wouldn't I?
Unless something went wrong and you haven't got it.
What could have gone wrong?
Well, Marriott could have lost his nerve and rung in a private dick.
Take a private dick who'd risk his neck for $100.
He might get ambitious.
He might figure that an expensive necklace would be a nice thing to have in the bank.
This hypothetical detective of yours,
he might be willing to part with the necklace for a consideration.
Could be, if he had it.
How big a consideration?
It would be difficult to discuss that until he produced the necklace.
He might be bluffing, hoping to gain information.
In which case, a great thinker might get the bright idea
of trying to shake something out of him.
You wouldn't suggest that?
Only if you wanted to wear your face backwards for a while.
No need for us to be at each other's throats, Mr Marlowe.
There's really no need for subterfuge.
I want that jade.
I'm prepared to buy it from you if you have it
or if you can get it.
Supposing I haven't got it
or supposing I don't want to sell...
You get him to tell you yet?
He refuses to tell me where she is.
I gave you some dough to find Velma.
I don't like you not telling me where you got her.
Who says I got her?
- Look, I don't like nobody to kid with me. - He's lying. He knows where your girl is.
Take it easy, big boy. We'll get it out of him.
How'd you get mixed up with these cookies? What's the connection?
He's okay. He tells me about you.
If he tells you I know where Velma is, he's nuts.
He just picked you up to do his dirty work.
He's after some jewellery. He thinks I've got it. Why don't you ask him about Velma?
- I gave you some dough to find her. - Well, keep your shirt on.
- Where you got her? - I haven't got her, you nitwit.
Where's the necklace? Tell me and I'll stop him.
You shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have hit me.
Let him breathe a little.
- Where's the necklace? - I haven't got it.
All right. A little more.
Let him go. He's tame.
I could teach you, but to what purpose?
A dirty, stupid little man in a dirty, stupid world.
One spot of brightness on you, and you'd still be that.
Isn't that so?
I'm glad you hit me. It helps.
Helps me a great deal.
The black pool opened up at my feet again, and I dived in.
Next thing I remember, I was going somewhere.
It was not my idea.
The rest of it was a crazy, coked-up dream.
I had never been there before.
Where's the necklace?
You shouldn't have hit me.
The window was open, but the smoke didn't move.
It was a grey web, woven by 1,000 spiders.
I wondered how they got them to work together.
Help!
What strikes you funny, pally?
- The smoke. - Oh, the smoke strikes you funny?
- Where am I? - You like also to know where you're at.
Anything else, pally?
The doors are too small.
The stairs are made of dough.
I think this guy's nuts. Do you think he's nuts?
Skip it.
- I think I'll take myself a nap again. - Better make it just that, pally.
My throat felt sore
but the fingers feeling it didn't feel anything.
They were just a bunch of bananas that looked like fingers.
I wondered what I was shot full of.
Something to keep me quiet or something to make me talk.
Maybe both.
Okay, Marlowe, I said to myself, you're a tough guy.
You've been sapped twice, choked, beaten silly with a gun,
shot in the arm until you're as crazy as a couple of waltzing mice.
Now let's see you do something really tough
like putting your pants on.
Okay, you cuckoo, walk and talk.
What about? Anything. Everything.
Just talk and keep walking. You're getting out of here.
That's a beautiful bed. Stay off it!
Walk!
I walked. I don't know how long.
I didn't have a watch.
They don't make that kind of time in watches, anyway.
I was ready to talk to somebody.
Help! Help!
That'll quiet your nerves, pally.
The buzzer won't buy you anything tonight, doc.
I just gave nursey a sleeping tablet.
For three days, you've been a sick man, sir, a very sick man.
I cannot recommend your being up and about.
I had a nightmare. A lot of crazy things.
I slept.
I woke up, and the room was full of smoke.
I was a sick man. Instead of pink snakes, I got smoke.
Well, here I am, all cured.
- What were you saying? - I made no remark.
Remarks want you to make them.
They got their tongues hanging out waiting to be said.
I'm Dr Sonderborg.
You've been suffering from narcotic poisoning.
On account of you pumped me full of this poisoning, huh, doc?
Speak up, Dr Jekyll! I'm in a wild mood tonight!
I want to go dance in the foam. I hear the banshees calling.
I haven't shot a man in a week.
You very nearly died, sir. I had to give you digitalis.
Also a little something to make me talk? What was I supposed to talk about?
Maybe about a jade necklace I haven't got?
How was I? Was I good telling you about what I don't have?
Did the customers like me? Or will Amthor be disappointed in you?
Never disappoint Mr Amthor.
It depresses him.
You're not well, Mr Marlowe.
You may collapse at any time. I must insist upon you going back to bed.
Olease give me this.
Now the gun, please.
The gun, please.
I strongly advise...
Tie a ribbon on the one to the front door, doc.
When you got a gun in your hand, doc,
people are supposed to do what you tell them.
I'm afraid you're going to faint, Mr Marlowe.
Tie a ribbon on it!
The girls must have a great time with you.
- I'm booked, captain. - Look, pal, I...
I'm booked, captain.
You ain't in good shape. You shouldn't ought to fight with me.
- I'll murder you. - I don't like fighting with nobody.
- Maybe you were just making love to me. - I like you to keep looking for Velma.
You're nuts. You're crazy as a rabbit.
He sent after me.
Who sent after you? The smart thinker Amthor?
- He was kidding with me. - He was kidding the pants off of you, son.
He was waving a fish in front of your nose, so you wouldn't find your gal.
Nobody's supposed to find her. I think he's got other plans for her.
- You ain't in good shape. I better help you. - Well, then get me a cab, you dopey ape.
- Hey, listen! - I'd like you to take my friend.
Look, I got a fare and I'm on waiting time. Can't you see the flag is down?
- I'd like you to take my friend. - Sure.
I said something wrong there. I knew it.
The big stir-bug was too anxious to get rid of me.
His brain was working.
I don't know what happened to it, but it was working at the wrong time.
I wanted to go home and sleep a couple of hundred years but I couldn't.
Nulty was watching my apartment.
So I decided to call on Ann to find out why she was living alone
and if she really liked it.
- What do you want? - Black coffee, eggs, and a scotch and soda.
- Go away. - Excuse me.
This is a nice place.
But why? Isn't there room for you in the palace?
An old ballroom or something you could sleep in?
Or don't you like it out there?
I'm all broke up with cops, honey.
They're hanging all over my place and at the office.
They may just want to chat, but I'm not ready for them yet.
- I'm gonna have to live here a couple of days. - You're drunk. Get out.
That's no way to talk to your loved one
when he comes home to you from the brink of the grave.
Helen fixed me a blind date with Amthor and a couple of his whipping boys.
- What happened? Are you all right? - He gave me a cute time for three days.
I don't think I'm supposed to be alive now...
- Say that again. - Say what again?
The last thing you said.
I said, "What happened? Are you all right?"
What's the matter?
Why do you keep looking at me as if I had a hole in my head?
What were you doing out there in the canyon the night Marriott was killed?
I just remember how it happened.
I was lying on my face because I'd been banged on the head.
Somebody threw a flashlight on me and asked me, was I all right.
And then she said, "What happened?" Yeah, it was a girl.
A girl with red hair, a crooked nose, and a nice figure.
- I didn't kill Marriott. - You weren't just taking a hike.
You found out something's gonna happen out there.
Knowing your methods, I'd say you overheard Marriott and Helen
making some sort of arrangements about the jade.
You knew Marriott had been holding hands with her at least.
- You didn't like that. - I didn't kill him.
But you didn't like him. You don't like anybody that has anything to do with Helen.
- What are you trying to do? Reform her? - I hate her!
That doesn't make sense.
I hate her, but she's married to my father and she means a great deal to him.
I'm fond of my father. It's more than being fond...
It's not the sort of thing I'd expect you to understand,
because it doesn't have anything to do with money.
I just don't want anything to hurt him.
A guy playing around with his wife,
a guy like Marriott, that would hurt him.
If he decided to kill Marriott, you'd protect him. It's been done before.
- There's no age limit on jealous husbands. - Oh, no. Not Father!
I don't buy it, either yet.
I was just trying it on for size. A lot of things still don't fit.
I still don't know how you were able to show up at my office the next day,
making like a reporter.
- Whose handwriting is this? - I found it on Marriott.
You went through his pockets? That took a strong stomach.
- How'd you like to work for me? - I'm flattered.
I'm also tired of you. And I've got a date. Go home.
I told you, I can't. There's a little bundle sitting on my doorstep by the name of Nulty,
who's playing at not looking like a cop. But he's terrible at it.
Get rid of him.
Tell him you decided to have a quiet little supper here with me.
- Yes? - I'd like a word with your boyfriend.
- Well, I really don't... - Come in, Lieutenant.
Excuse me.
You know between you and some other guys I know, my love life's going to pieces.
I've been looking for you for three days. Come on. Let's go.
We were just sitting down to some soft-boiled eggs and scotch.
You wouldn't join us?
The last time I saw you, I gave you come good advice.
- I guess it didn't take, huh? - I didn't bother your little pal Amthor.
I was going to. But I didn't get around to it. He got to me.
- He gave me quite a party. - How did it go?
What'll it buy me? This is straight.
You'd like to get Amthor, I'd like to help you.
He annoyed me a little. Let you have it cheap.
I just get to finish my dinner.
- Okay. - Come in, Nulty. Make yourself at home.
Well, uh, Amthor's a tough cookie.
He works some kind of complicated jewellery routine on gals
who come to him with broken-down libidos.
- I think Marriott was his contact man. - Let's get to the new part, huh?
Well, the jewellery Marriott was supposed to be buying back was a jade necklace
belonging to one of Amthor's patients, worth about $100,000.
Marriott might've been crossing up Amthor. I don't know. Anyway, he fumbled the ball.
- It's a lot of theory. Let's go. - Amthor figured I must have picked it up.
He figured wrong. I disappointed him. I didn't have the jewellery and I didn't talk.
But he has a little rest home where you learn to talk.
It's operated by a guy who calls himself Dr Sonderborg.
He's a whizz with a hypo. It's at 23rd and Descanso.
- Who owns this jade? - I told you. One of Amthor's patients.
- By the name of? - I don't know.
Sorry to bother you, Miss Grayle.
When were you out last to your father's place in Brentwood?
Not for several days. Is something wrong?
I'm buying your information this time. But don't make a habit of trying to helping me.
I might get grateful and lock you up.
- How could he know about me? - I don't know.
That's what happens when you let a cop go to college. He gets too smart.
Fix your face. We're on our way to Buckingham Oalace.
What is it?
It's a funny thing. About every third day, I get hungry.
Always have to stop and eat something.
You haven't got a razor, have you?
Never mind. I'll have to stop at my place, anyway. This suit's beginning to crawl.
I think I've got another one under the mattress.
- I'm a little beat for this kind of work. - You know, I think you're nuts.
You go barging around without a very clear idea of what you're doing.
Everybody bats you down, smacks you over the head,
fills you full of stuff
and you keep right on hitting between tackle and end.
I don't think you even know which side you're on.
I don't know which side anybody's on. I don't even know who's playing today.
Whatever's happening, you must believe in Father.
- He's no match for anybody. - Take it easy.
Randall probably picked up a scent leading from Marriott to Helen.
He may not have gotten to your father. Anyway, we'll know soon.
Skip the water and make that with scotch. Save time.
He must be in his workshop.
Father.
- What are you going to do? - I don't know. I was frightened.
- I am frightened. - Oh, the police been here?
- Yes. What's it all about? - We don't know yet.
Did they talk to your wife?
No. She's not been here since yesterday morning. I thought...
- Has she been with you? - What did they have to say?
They seemed interested principally in our beach house.
It was rented, you know, to Mr Marriott. It was rented indirectly through my bank.
That probably held up Randall a couple of days.
Okay. Let's have a look at it.
Oh, I must ask you not to go to the beach house, Mr Marlowe.
- Yeah, why not? - Because it must stop.
- The whole thing's gone too far. - Or maybe it's coming too close?
I don't say you killed Marriott, but you could've for a good, old-fashioned motive.
Look, pop, the cops are moving now. They're mad.
They're going to tag somebody.
As long as I'm on the payroll here, let's understand each other.
I don't work by push buttons.
I stop and I go but I've got to have reasons.
Forgive me, Mr Marlowe.
Forgive me, please.
It's unnecessary for me to say I'm an old man. You can see that.
I only have two interests in life, my jade and my wife.
And, of course, my daughter here.
But my wife's the most important.
- Do you find her beautiful? - Why not?
She is beautiful, isn't she? And desirable.
Maybe you think it's improper for an old man to have a young, desirable wife.
I've played a little game with myself.
I pretended that she would have become my wife
even if I'd been unable to give her wealth.
I've enjoyed pretending that.
It's given me great happiness. Oride, of course.
But now I'm losing her. I don't know why.
I don't understand what's happened. But I'm losing her.
Ironic that it should be because of my jade.
Because of that, a man has died.
A paltry, foppish man of no consequence, who's better dead.
Nevertheless, he's dead because of my necklace.
I don't know why. But it must stop.
It must stop, Mr Marlowe! It must stop!
What do you want me to do about it?
You must go no further. The matter must be closed.
I'll pay you well.
Now this is beginning to make sense in a screwy sort of way.
I get dragged in, get money shoved at me. I get pushed out, get money shoved at me.
Everybody pushes me in, everybody pushes me out.
Nobody wants me to do anything.
Okay. Out a cheque in the mail.
I cost a lot not to do anything. I get restless. Throw in a trip to Mexico.
I'll be right back, Father.
- Have you got a key to the beach house? - But you said...
I bowed out. I stopped. As far as he's concerned it's over.
But that doesn't stop anything.
These things don't work like that. Okay, so I go hide under the covers.
Do the police stop? Does Helen stop? Do you stop?
- What do you mean, "Does Helen stop?" - Oh, I don't know.
If I always knew what I meant, I'd be a genius.
But I know this. A cancer doesn't stop growing just because you ask it to.
You're vicious. You take some horrible sort of satisfaction
in seeing people torn apart!
They're headed for it, anyway. You're headed for it.
You're hanging on to something that's gonna smack you.
If I fold now, it smacks you later. If I stick, it smacks you sooner.
But cleaner. Maybe that's why I'm sticking.
I don't know, I'd stick anyway. Because a guy who hired me got killed.
I don't want my kids to think I had to hit a guy 20 times to kill him.
I could bust in, but a key would make it simpler.
You drive.
- Is that you? - Is what me?
That nice, expensive smell.
Quite a lad.
- Someone's been here. - Sure.
That's the first thing Randall does after a man's murdered.
Mess up his house.
Here.
- Does that prove something? - No.
Might have found my name in the classified section.
That's what he said he did.
Or maybe somebody phoned him and told him about me.
But you didn't have anything to do with all this until he came to see you.
- Or did you? - I don't know.
There are a lot of things about this I don't know. Some things I'll never know.
- The only man who can tell me is dead. - Marriott?
Yeah. All I can do is keep guessing.
Well, let's get out of here and go guess someplace else.
All I can do about you is guess.
You still haven't told me anything,
except you went out to the canyon because you like your father.
I could guess you thought he might kill Marriott.
But when you found me out there with my face in the dirt,
you thought I was your father.
- Olease, let's go. I'm awfully tired. - Okay.
You know, that's a cute nose, even if it is crooked.
It isn't really crooked. It just has a bump in it where I got hit with a baseball.
Right there.
I was playing shortstop for the 7th grade, and...
I'm a pretty good guesser, huh?
Your father really loves Helen. I can see that.
Marriott did hurt him.
When I came along, you were afraid I might become another Marriott
so you tried to buy me off.
That didn't work, and I began to suspect your father.
A real tough guesser might say that when he couldn't buy me off either,
you decided to be nice to me.
I don't always guess right. I may be wrong.
- I think I am wrong. - Sometimes I hate men.
Old men, young men,
beautiful young men who use rose water
and almost-heels who are private detectives!
Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I couldn't help laughing.
But you should know by now that men play rough.
They soften you up, throw you off guard, and then belt you one.
That was a dirty trick. But maybe it'll teach you not to overplay a good hand.
Now she doesn't like you. She hates men.
That was only the first half of the speech. The rest of it goes like this:
I hate their women, too, especially the big-league blondes.
Beautiful, expensive babes who know what they've got.
All bubble bath and dewy morning and moonlight
and inside, blue-steel cold!
Cold like that, only not that clean.
Your slip shows, dear.
Father's worried. I'll tell him you're here and all right.
- How long have you been here? - Since yesterday...
Smart thinking. The cops won't be back. It's a good place to hide.
You're good at throwing stray lambs to the wolves, aren't you?
Or did you just happen to leave before the cops dropped in on your husband?
Look, I'd like to get a few things straight. You hired me to get your necklace.
You were going to help me, okay, so you stand me up in a crummy rum joint
and you tell Amthor pick me up and shake the necklace out of me. I don't get it.
- I'm sorry. I thought you might have it. - What gave you that idea?
Olease don't blame me. You could've had it.
- Was it bad? - It almost made me mad.
How long have you really known Amthor?
- I don't lie very well, do I? - Well?
Well, it's a long story and not very pretty.
I got lots of time, and I'm not squeamish.
Amthor is blackmailing me.
I more or less figured that. How does it work?
My husband is 65. He's in love with me.
I'm fond of him. I'm grateful. He's been understanding,
but I've gone out with other men.
- I find men very attractive. - I imagine they meet you halfway.
When I first knew Marriott, I didn't realise how close he was to Amthor.
And it took me a while to discover just how insidious Amthor is,
- because he did me a lot of good. - What kind of good?
He treated my centres of speech. No, really, there's something to it.
- I have a psychological impediment. - He did a swell job.
You talk as good as I do now.
His system is partly mumbo-jumbo and partly the real thing.
He flatters you. He gets into your past.
You talk and talk and...
That's the awful way he works, uncovering a basis for blackmail.
Finally, he asked for the jade.
I agreed. I had no choice. He knew too much about me.
He threatened to go to my husband.
Sounds like quite a past.
A younger man than my husband might accept it
or get drunk or divorce me
but he's not young.
I think it would kill him.
Anyway, I couldn't risk it, so I agreed.
But before I could turn the jade over to Amthor, it was stolen.
The man who took it made it clear
that if I called the police, my husband would know everything.
That makes it an outfit that knew Amthor's methods, doesn't it?
Or an outfit tipped off by somebody close to him.
Somebody who knew what he knew.
- Could've been Marriott. - I think it must have been.
If he had thought Amthor suspected him, he might have taken you along for protection.
- Yeah, could be. - I'm sure of it.
I'm sure Amthor decided to kill him out there.
He may even have known about you and counted on you taking the blame.
Okay, it's rough, but I'll buy it up to there.
Amthor was going to hand your past to your husband on a platter
if you didn't fork over the jade.
You decided to play ball, but the jade was stolen with Marriott's help.
Amthor caught on and killed him. What happens now?
I want you to help me kill Amthor.
Don't you see? It's the only way I'll ever have peace.
Once these things get started, they go on and on.
He'll never be satisfied even if he does get the jade.
Why me? Because I'm handy and know how to use a gun?
Or just because I wear pants?
No. Don't say that. Olease, I need you so.
I'm lost.
I haven't been good, not halfway good.
I haven't even been very smart, but I need help
and peace.
I need you.
All right. Got anything worked out?
But I haven't been able to find him.
That's probably my fault. The cops had a half nelson on me.
I tossed them Sonderborg. Amthor may have skipped.
Even if we do find him, we've got to be good to sell a butcher a steak.
- He works at this stuff. - But, make it simple.
Tell him you're ready to sell, that you've got the jade.
- Have I? - He won't expect you to have it on you.
And he'll need a few hours to get the money. You name a spot to meet later.
- For instance? - Here.
- What if he sends a stooge? - We don't play that way. We just wait.
- Okay, he comes. Then what? - That's my part.
- All right. I'll dig him up. - In the morning.
I'd better get a little work done before daylight.
You're wonderful.
How would you like not having to earn a living?
Wouldn't bother me. Got any ideas?
When will you be back?
He's slippery. It may not be easy.
I better not come out till tomorrow night.
I went in the way I knew about. It was simpler
and I had a psychological trick to try out on foxy grandpa.
I thought it would give him a bang.
I thought it would kill him.
He wasn't hurt much. He was just snapped
the way a pretty girl would snap a stalk of celery.
Only, for this job, you'd have to be a big man
with a big pair of hands.
I got to find her now. I got to go away.
Yeah, sounds like a good idea.
You might get unpopular with the police here breaking guys off at the neck.
I know you didn't mean to kill him.
You just shook him too hard because he wouldn't tell you.
You don't know your own strength.
You relax, will you? Or even I won't be able to help you.
- You find her? - Is that your girl?
That's your girl, isn't it?
That's Velma. It says, "Always, Velma," doesn't it?
I don't like nobody to kid with me.
Nobody's kidding with you. Somebody's kidding with me.
I thought that it was a phoney. I had to make sure.
That was meant to nip up anybody who started looking for Velma.
She wasn't like that. I'll tell you how she was.
Cute.
Okay, she was as cute as a cap pistol. She's still cute!
Do you want to see her before you go away, or don't you?
You mean you find her now?
Yeah, I find her. Just now.
- She's okay, huh? - Depends on what you got in mind.
- She's doing all right? - That depends, too.
Did you tip the johns off on her?
I wouldn't want little Velma to serve no stretch.
What stretch? You two mixed up in something together?
You tipped the johns off on her. The johns got her.
Listen to me, and stop dancing with me.
The johns haven't got her. Nobody's got her. She's got herself.
She wants to talk to you.
Of course, things have changed a little in eight years.
- Okay. - Tomorrow.
Okay.
I'd like to pay you some more for finding her.
Skip it.
Here. Grab yourself a hamburger and lay low.
See you here tomorrow as soon as it gets dark.
- You got that? - Yeah.
- What do you do? - I wait here. Then I come up.
When do you come up?
You open the window.
I open the curtains. You'll see the light.
I've got to get set, so don't jump the gun. Don't move.
I'll leave the door open.
That was like lighting a stick of dynamite and telling it not to go off.
But I had to know one more thing.
I had to know how the jade figured.
You're trembling.
I was afraid something had happened. Did you find Amthor?
He's gone undercover. He'll be here around 12:00.
Let's get set. What's the programme?
Oull the curtains and turn on the lights.
You told Amthor you'd have it for him, didn't you?
Don't you like it?
I don't know.
I've never seen a necklace worth $100,000 before.
Where'd you get it?
Lower left-hand drawer of my dressing table.
It was never stolen?
There wasn't any holdup?
You faked the whole thing.
I wasn't going to let him get it. It would have just whetted his appetite.
I'm not going to let him get it now.
We'll just let him look at it. He'll start quibbling...
Last time, he tossed his gun at me. He may know how to shoot it.
He'll never get that far. Let's not talk about it now.
It's really quite simple. And then this is yours.
You're much too nice to be a grubby detective all your life.
You told Marriott this thing had been stolen. Why?
He was close to Amthor. It had to look real.
They both had to believe it had actually been stolen.
I had to go through the motions of buying it back.
- Marriott fell for all that? - Yes. Why not?
I didn't really like him.
He wasn't any good.
But remembering does something to my stomach.
You still think Amthor killed him then?
Who else?
You.
No.
No, you can't mean that.
Why?
Because I think the picture was a little different.
I think Marriott was scared because he'd agreed to help you kill a nosy detective,
the one Mrs Florian phoned him about.
He had to help you to protect his interest. You knew that.
You belonged to him, and to Amthor
and to Mrs Florian, in her modest way. You supported them.
They didn't want me cutting in, any more than you did.
You wouldn't be worth blackmailing if I'd found you for Moose.
He might even have hurt you.
And Marriott, if he hadn't been scared silly
he might have realised you were pushing us both in the corner.
That was nifty thinking, darling.
One of us would get out of the car. Didn't matter which.
Either way, you had us separated.
Then you'd tag us one at a time and get Amthor later.
It might have worked, too, if it hadn't been for Ann.
Course, my head's pretty hard,
and killing a man with a sap is quiet but it's no work for a lady.
Olease don't! It's all true.
But suddenly, I was trapped. Everybody was closing in on me.
I didn't know where to strike. I didn't know what I was doing!
You almost did it anyway.
- I almost ended up as dead as Marriott. - I didn't know what you'd do!
But I can't go back now.
I'm so close to peace, so close.
Just Amthor.
But I can't face it alone.
Don't desert me now.
Sorry. It won't work twice.
It's a good technique, but it won't work twice.
I don't count the first time, eight years ago.
You were just learning then. Moose was in love with you.
I don't know what you talked him into.
Was it murder or something serious?
You almost had me, sister, because you almost told me the truth.
Sure, Amthor's blackmailing you, but you didn't give me the right reason.
It wasn't just men. Pop understood the men.
That was part of the setup, an understanding grandpa.
No. It was the clink coming up.
And it's no good understanding the clink.
You still don't get silk sheets.
Don't do that.
I've kept forgetting to tell you
that you shouldn't kiss a girl when you're wearing that gun.
It leaves a bruise.
- I'll try to remember that. - I could like you.
I could like you a lot.
It's too bad it has to be like this.
Don't move.
Well. Come in. Come in.
Your sense of timing, dear, gets worse and worse.
I'm to blame. I insisted on coming. I was worried.
Why didn't you tell me you were in such serious trouble?
I wanted to spare you.
I might have been able to help prevent all this.
Now, of course, it's too late.
Mr Amthor's coming.
I think, perhaps, you'd better do it quickly.
Get his gun.
This'll be the first time I've killed anyone I knew so little and liked so well.
- What's your first name? - Ohilip, for short.
Ohilip. Ohilip Marlowe. A name for a duke.
And you're just a nice mug.
I've got a name for a duchess, Mrs Lewin Lockridge Grayle.
Just a couple of mugs.
We could have got along.
What's stopping us now? I can handle Moose. He's in love with you.
He broke Amthor's neck yesterday because he's in love with you.
Then that leaves only you.
There's nothing I want to do about you now. I know enough.
You know too much.
It's gone too far
and I'm so tired.
Let's have the police.
Don't you realise he saved your life?
Why must he suffer for that? Why must he suffer more?
The cops always like to solve murders done with my gun.
She's dead. Isn't that enough? She was evil, all evil.
What difference can it possibly make who killed her?
You don't call me. I hear it, so I come up.
I'd like to talk to Velma now.
It didn't work out the way I planned, Moose.
You got a refund coming.
She ain't hardly changed.
Just like always,
only more fancy.
Cute as lace pants, always.
I wasn't going to bother her none if she done all right.
It was the only thing I could do.
You must try and understand.
I couldn't let her go.
I loved her too much.
- You shouldn't have killed her. - Moose.
- You shouldn't have killed Velma. - Moose, listen to me!
That old black pit opened up again, right on schedule.
It was blacker than the others, and deeper.
I didn't expect to hit bottom.
I thought I was full of lead.
That's all I know.
On account of I don't see so well with my eyeballs scorched.
I heard the shots. I didn't fire them. Don't know who got hit.
It wasn't the kid, was it? It wasn't Ann?
- Randall! - He'll be back in a minute.
How soon do I get to take these wrappings off, Nulty?
A couple months, if you live that long.
- You mean I'm sprung? - Get out of here and out of my hair.
I'll have the statement for you to sign tomorrow.
Who backed me up?
Who got shot? I heard three.
- Malloy. - Dead?
Yeah. And Grayle.
He didn't go down right away. They fought for the gun.
Grayle got the third slug himself.
The kid's okay, then.
She thought it over and came around to back me up, right?
I didn't say.
She here now?
No. Okay, Nulty. See that he gets home.
Hey. You give going-away presents here?
That's yours. She gave it to you, didn't she?
She was going to, but I didn't finish the job.
Anyway, I tried it on. It's wrong for my complexion.
What am I supposed to do with it?
Give it to your girlfriend. Give it back to China.
Strangle yourself with it! I don't care.
What do you know about that redhead, pitching for me?
- How'd she take it about the old man? - I wouldn't know.
Cute figure, huh?
- I didn't notice. - You must be low on vitamins.
- She had more than a figure, too. - Watch your step.
Not a beautiful face, but a good face.
She had a face like a Sunday school picnic.
You any idea what kind of a face that is, Nulty?
I wouldn't know.
It's too bad I had to push her around.
I wonder how she figured me, anyway. Not much, probably.
I guess she thought I liked that blonde chewing on my face.
Orobably thought there was more.
You know I'd like to tell her.
No, there wouldn't be much percentage in that though, would there, Nulty?
I wouldn't know. Hey, cab.
Watch your head.
- 1800 South Kingsley. - Right.
Oh well, she made swell coffee, anyway.
Nulty.
I haven't kissed anybody in a long time.
Would it be all right if I kissed you, Nulty?