Farewell, My Lovely (1975) - full transcript

This, the second adaptation of Raymond Chandler's novel, is much closer to the source text than the original - Murder, My Sweet (1944), which tended to avoid some of the sleazier parts of the plot - but still concerns private eye Philip Marlowe's attempts to locate Velma, a former dancer at a seedy nightclub and the girlfriend of Moose Malloy, a petty criminal just out of prison. Marlowe finds that once he has taken the case, events conspire to put him in dangerous situations, and he is forced to follow a confusing trail of untruths and double-crosses before he is able to locate Velma.

'This spring was the first I felt

tired, and realised I was ageing.

'Maybe it was the rotten weather

we'd had,

'or the rotten cases I'd had -

mostly chasing missing husbands

'and then their wives

once I'd found them, to get paid.

'Or maybe it was just the plain fact

that I am tired and growing old.

'The only real pleasure

I'd had at all

'was following Joe DiMaggio

of the New York Yankees.

'Well, it's the middle of July now

and things are worse than in spring.

'In the spring, I wasn't holed up in

a dingy hotel ducking the police.'

Hello.

Let me have Richmond 4421, please.

Lieutenant Nulty, please.

Nulty!

I'm at the Casa Marina, room 502.

Is Moose there?

Come alone.

- I asked if Moose was there.

- And I said come alone.

Two more murders.

That's a total of seven.

Do you know where Marlowe is?

Casa Marina.

He asked me to come alone.

That's not a good idea.

Now, you understand why

we want him brought in, don't you?

Yes, Commissioner.

Good.

Wait here.

- How long?

- Until you make Lieutenant.

- Yeah?

- It's Snow White.

- With or without the dwarfs?

- Without.

Come on in.

Malloy with you?

Relax. There's nowhere

he could hide, under the bed or...

This case has busted wide open

and you're the patsy.

- I wanna tell you...

- It won't change anything.

You gonna listen or aren't you?

Sit down, will you?

Sit down!

I was working on a $25-a-day breeze,

looking for a 15-year-old runaway

from Carmel -

an honours student, majoring in men.

She had all ''A's'',

none of them on a report card.

She had only one other interest -

dancing.

# It seems to me

I've heard that song before

# It's from an old familiar score

# I know it well...

# It's funny how a theme

recalls a favourite dream

# A dream...#

You know, you remind me of Harry.

You're very much like Harry.

The same type - strong and silent.

I used to dance

with Harry like this.

I may not be the most

beautiful girl...

but I could make a man as happy...

Really upset when it ended,

but I got over it.

- What did you say your name was?

- Harry.

My parents sent you, didn't they?

I'm not going.

Look, do you want to dance your way

out, walk out, or be carried out?

Makes no difference to me.

Do you realise

we missed a dinner party

to drive here

from Carmel to get you?

Can't you settle that on the way?

There's the matter of $25

plus $5 in expenses.

Pay him, Charles.

And give him a tip.

I don't accept tips

for finding kids.

Pets, yes -

$5 for dogs, $10 for elephants...

Thank you.

Get in the car.

Next time she runs away,

get somebody else.

'I was tryin' to stabilise

below the belt

'when this guy the size of the

Statue of Liberty walks up to me.'

What are you, a cop?

No, I'm your fairy godmother.

'I started to walk away...'

Private dick, huh?

'when a hand I could have sat in

took hold of my shoulder.'

What's your name?

Marlowe, what's yours?

- Moose Malloy.

- Get down!

'He didn't bat an eye.

Fear wasn't built into his frame.'

I want you to work for me.

You want me to find the guys

who were tryin' to shoot you?

I want you to find my Velma.

I ain't seen her in seven years.

She ain't wrote in six.

Where the hell have you been

for seven years?

In the can.

The Great Bend bank robbery?

Eighty grand?

I did it solo.

Ain't that somethin'?

Yeah.

I want you to find my Velma.

Look, man,

that's a long time not to hear.

- She'll have a reason.

- Sure.

Why the hell

were they shootin' at you?

Maybe we ought to go to Florian's.

That's the last place Velma worked.

What was she like...

this, um...Velma?

Cute.

Cute as lace pants.

That's somethin' to go on.

'He walked me slowly across half

of LA until we got downtown.'

Hello, Momma, how you doin'?

You the last

of the good time Charlies...

This is a coloured neighbourhood now

it's been that way for a long time.

Let's you and me go up.

Maybe nibble a couple.

They might know something

about my Velma.

How the hell would they know

anything? It's a coloured joint.

Let's you and me go on up, huh?

OK, but leave off carryin' me.

I can walk by myself.

I go to the bathroom by myself

and everything.

Uh-oh, look who's here.

A shine palace.

52 years old and ain't never

had enough of nothin', but used...

What did I do this time?

I'm looking for a white girl

named Velma.

Hey, Henry.

No white boys here, brother.

Just for the coloured.

I'm looking for Velma.

Velma, you says? No Velma here.

No hooch, no girls, no nothing.

Just scram, white boy. Just scram.

Velma used to work here.

Velma USED to work here.

Velma done retired.

Send him home, Henry.

You shouldn't laugh.

Maybe I should do this.

Well...looks like

you just may have the lonely job

of spending that eighty grand

all by yourself.

Now, you goin' to tell me

where your boss is?

Mr Montgomery is in the back.

Big fella.

Can I speak to you a minute,

Mr Montgomery?

- What's that?

- A sawn-off.

That's illegal. Besides,

I don't think it'd stop him anyway.

All I wanted to know

was where my Velma is.

He tried to tell me with this.

Jesus! You've had a busy day.

It's a good thing you don't

get out of the slammer too often.

- I want you to find my Velma.

- Yeah, I will.

Meanwhile...ah,

maybe you'd better beat it, huh?

Because the cops might think

you've sprained your parole.

You got somethin' there.

I'll keep in touch.

- I'm in the telephone book.

- OK.

- Help me find my Velma, huh?

- Yeah.

Hey, ah...Malloy?

This Velma. She got a last name?

Valento. Velma Valento.

Velma Valento.

'The fifty bucks felt snug

against my ribs.

'The joint had emptied out,

'so I called you, Nulty,

and had a few drinks.

'Mr Montgomery didn't seem to mind.'

Right here, fellas.

Big, black and dead.

35 minutes.

That's not bad for a killing.

Lucky it wasn't somethin' serious.

Don't worry about it Marlowe.

It's just another shine killing.

No space in the papers,

no pictures, no nothin'.

Your picture will be in the papers -

front, sideways, back, numbers,

don't you worry about it.

No sweat.

It was self-defence, Nulty.

The guy that killed him

is your...client?

Yeah, that's right.

When he gets in touch, tell him come

to the station, sign a deposition.

Oh, he can write, can't he?

Oh, yeah...he might be a little shy.

For that kind of a killing

who cares? You explain it to him.

We gotta follow procedure or I get

in trouble...with Eleanor Roosevelt.

Eleanor Roosevelt.

'I couldn't find any Florian

in the phone book

'but I had a vague hunch about

the fleabag across the street.

'I sparred with the night clerk

for a minute,

'but it was like tryin' to open

a busted sardine can.

'Abraham Lincoln's picture

loosened him up.'

I'm looking for anybody that knows

the place across the street...

Florians?

When it was a white joint?

There's a man, played in the band,

upstairs in room 210.

Is there an elevator around here?

- If it is, I ain't seen it.

- Thanks.

'The corridor gave me the willies.

'It was the kind of place

I've always dreaded I'd wind up in,

'alone and broke.'

Who is it?

My name is Philip Marlowe.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm not with the City,

the State or the Feds.

I'm not with any collection agency.

I'm looking for a...Florian. You

used to work for him, didn't you?

Come in.

Thank you.

- Please, sit down.

- Thanks.

The clerk tells me you used to have

a band across the street.

Yeah. Tommy Ray and the Sunrays.

I had a couple of records.

You ever hear 'em?

- What you play?

- Trumpet.

This, um...Florian,

did he have a first name?

Mike.

- Know where I can find him?

- He's dead.

Was he married?

Could be.

Know where she lives?

What's in it for you?

- A job.

- Who for?

A fellow's tryin' to find

a Velma Valento.

Remember her? She worked there too.

I didn't know they had names.

This, um...Mrs Florian

have a first name?

Jessie.

You...ah, don't know

where I could find her, huh?

Couple of bucks in it.

Well, if it comes back to you...

get in touch, eh?

You never know.

So long.

Mister! Mister!

- Hey mister, my daddy wants you.

- What for?

- Are you a policeman?

- No. Are you?

- No. I'm a baseball player.

- A baseball player. Come 'ere.

'Tommy Ray said she was listed under

her maiden name, Jessie Halstead.

'Turned out she was living

in a dried-out brown house

'with a dried-out brown lawn.

'He told me a pint of bourbon

could be my best friend.

'I wondered if I should add it

to the expenses.'

Hello. Anybody home?

Mrs Florian?

Jessie Florian?

Tommy Ray says you are.

That a fact? You got a name?

Oh.

Marlowe.

I'm a, ah...private detective.

Can't be about Mike, he was put

in a coffin four years ago.

I feel like a fly out here.

Come on in.

I didn't have time

to get fixed up or nothin'.

All the company I got.

At least it doesn't give you

an argument.

Yeah.

Well, Philip Marlowe,

private investigator.

Come in.

Tommy Ray still living

across the street

with that nigger he married

and that kid?

Yeah, same place.

Just about ruined him

in show business, marryin' a nigger.

He come to Mike's funeral.

What d'you want to know?

I'm looking for a girl.

Velma. Velma Valento.

A hot day, huh? Funny, when I'm

thirsty it's all I can think about.

It just so happens I, ah...

Ooh! Careful mister.

Don't want to be dropping

anything this valuable.

Why don't you, ah...step out

and get us a couple of glasses?

- Take a load off your feet.

- Thanks.

Velma. You know,

I was in show business too.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Did a...song and dance act.

That's how I met Mike.

I used to work for him.

He had a nice place

for entertainment.

I sure miss the business.

Anyway...

Jessie Harry.

That was my, ah... That was my name.

I was good.

Had an agent and everything.

Hmm.

Did you ever catch my act?

No, I don't believe I ever did.

# I'm blue all day Monday

# Thinkin' of you Sunday

# That's one day when I'm with you

# It seems like I cried

all day Tuesday

# I died all day Wednesday

# Oh, my, how I long for you

# And then comes Thursday...#

I was good, honest I was.

I'm sure you were.

Better than Velma. Maybe not as

pretty, but I had a lot of pep.

It's funny,

she was the only tramp

ever worked for Mike

that he didn't use like a mattress.

Oh? How come?

I guess he was afraid. She had this

boyfriend, a half-crazy hooligan.

Built like a beer truck -

Moose Malloy. He's in the can.

Hmm...I get it.

He's out of the can

and he's lookin' for her, huh?

You, ah...wouldn't have any idea

where Velma is, would you?

But I can find out.

If I like a guy,

ceiling's the limit.

How about another drink?

Sure.

This stuff dies painless with me.

Don't know what hit it.

You wouldn't happen to have a

picture of her around, would you?

But Tommy Ray must have one.

He didn't even know her name.

Why would he say that?

What was the name

of that hotel again?

Crescent.

Tommy Ray, please.

Tommy! Jessie Florian.

Oh, it's OK, it's OK. He's here.

'It took her nearly ten minutes

to convince Tommy Ray I was kosher.

'Then I went back to Ray's hotel

to get a picture of Velma

'that he'd held out on me.'

Andrew, got that picture?

'I figured there were plenty

of girls as cute as lace pants,

'who'd passed through Hollywood

in the last seven years.

'Most of them had taken those pants

off while tryin' to make it.

'A friend who ran a club gave me an

agent's name who knew most of them.

Cute little redhead.

Song and dance gal.

I never forget a face.

Nice legs, too.

And generous with 'em.

But it's not a Velma.

It's a...

Linda! Linda...Gilbert.

What happened to her?

Did a couple of Busby Berkeley

pictures, then she went nuts.

But I really mean...ah, nuts.

Where is she?

Camarillo.

May I?

'Changing her name to Linda Gilbert

didn't help her make it,

'or keep her out of an asylum.

'When I saw her I knew why

she hadn't contacted Moose.

'She wasn't getting in touch

with anybody ever.

'I'd found Velma in only two days.

DiMaggio was doing pretty good too.

'He'd now hit in 33 straight games.

'Nine away from the consecutive

game hitting record.'

Hi, Mr Marlowe.

Kiss your five bucks goodbye,

Georgie.

Di Maggio's going all the way.

We'll see. He's got nine more games

to go. Each game gets tougher.

I know what pressure is, Mr Marlowe.

One time I won 19 straight.

So you better watch

how you spend that five bucks.

- What about this Hitler?

- What about him?

- He invaded Russia.

- So did Napoleon.

It's a lot easier

than hitting a 42 straight, right?

Read all about it.

Hitler invades Russia.

'I was thinking

I was out of work again,

'with my bank account

still under a duck,

'when I smelled my next client.'

You're Philip Marlowe,

private detective?

Check.

'He smelled great.'

Come on in.

You've been recommended to me

as someone who can be trusted

to say, ah...keep his mouth shut.

I'd like to discuss a matter.

My name's Lindsay Marriott.

Sit down.

Well, what's the problem?

It's a...very slight matter.

I'm meeting some men tonight

to pay them. I want someone with me.

Do you carry a gun?

- Sometimes.

- You won't need it.

I'd probably be better off going

alone...but I'm not much of a hero.

And I'll be carrying a...

large amount of money.

Yours?

No. I'm acting for a friend.

You want your hand holding?

I don't like your manner.

I get a lot of complaints

about that. Who recommended me?

I have to confess that...I picked

your name out of the phone book.

Well, why didn't you take

the Triple A Detective Agency?

Or any that come before me?

I liked your name best.

Really, I did. It's strong.

OK, go ahead.

Have you heard of Fei Tsui jade?

- No.

- It's the only kind of real value.

A few nights ago, a friend

was wearing a necklace of it...

and she was held up.

- What's it worth?

- Well over a hundred thousand.

What's the plan?

Go where I'm told,

hand over the package of money

and receive the necklace back.

How much?

$15,000, that's why I decided

to have you with me.

And I'm willing to pay you

a hundred dollars.

Now, wait a minute,

You want to go off

and park in some dark petting place.

There's only one problem.

By now this thing's

been very well planned.

There's not much likelihood

of them roughing you up,

as long as you play ball.

But I don't think they'll like

the idea of twins,

one of us might get hurt.

Not much I can do, Mr Marriott.

However, I will take your $100

and tag along for the ride.

I'll carry the shopping money.

That means you'll come.

What the hell,

you're goofy about my name.

Speaking of names, this friend

of yours, what's her name?

I'd prefer not to mention it.

- Meet me at Beach Road at eight.

- Check.

At eight, then.

Hey!

I like your name too.

Been judging a flower show

in here, Marlowe?

That the winning daffodil

that just walked out?

I'd a hunch you'd be around,

so I sprayed.

You said Malloy would come see me

when he called.

Just pretend you're a detective

and figure out what happened.

Can we talk alone?

He makes me nervous.

I feel I should be

slippin' him a Finn.

I don't have to take

that shit from you, Marlowe.

Wait outside. Come on, wait outside!

And don't steal the doorknobs.

I need Malloy. I gotta bring him in.

The heat's on from upstairs.

What happens if you don't?

They gonna take that new suit?

Why do you care about him?

Since King Kong, I've been a sucker

for any gorilla who falls in love.

I'll nail you

for aiding and abetting.

Aiding what? You've got a dead

Negro. Nobody cares. What's changed?

Who tried to kill Malloy?

We're working on it.

Who's in charge, Billy Rolfe?

What's that mean?

Malloy's girl is in the booby hatch.

My nose is twitching, that's what.

An ex-con kills a coloured fella in

self-defence, you wash your hands.

Suddenly you want to get him.

Come on, Nulty, level with me.

I don't expect that crooked

son of a bitch to level, but you!

We're police

and you're a private dick.

We could take your license.

Remember that!

I'll tie a string around my finger.

Oh, jeez, Marlowe.

Call me when he gets in touch.

'I started to think of ways

I could tell Moose about Velma,

'but none of them were any good.

'I forced myself to think

of my new client, Marriott.

'And I knew one thing: as soon as

someone says you didn't need a gun,

'you'd better take one along

that worked.

'I was having some Chinese food when

a dark shadow fell on my chop suey.'

You found my Velma yet?

Yeah, I found her.

Where is she?

Moose, I'm sorry,

I really am, but...

She's dead?

She might as well be.

She's in Camarillo...

and she ain't coming out.

- You're lying.

- I wish I was.

It's somebody else.

It's Velma.

I told you it was somebody else.

I want you to find my Velma.

You mean that's not her?

No more funny stuff, huh?

Hey Moose, wait a minute...

Is there something...

'Why had Tommy Ray given me a phoney

picture? I wanted to find out.'

He ain't been here all day.

It's just not like him.

Is my daddy comin' back?

'I was bailing out

some rich dame's necklace.

'but I couldn't get that kid's face

out of my mind.

'I stopped twice to find out

if Tommy Ray had returned.

'He hadn't.'

Here's your fee

and the 15,000 we discussed.

Right.

We're to make the exchange at the

barrier at the bottom of the canyon.

OK.

You hop in the back.

Get down out of sight.

They may be watching all the way.

This car sticks out like spats

at an Iowa picnic.

Well, there's the barrier.

Aren't they here?

Shh! Get down. Keep quiet.

Looks like a try-out

to see if you'll obey orders.

That can't be.

- I'm going to take a look around.

- No!

Don't you want your $100's worth?

- They said stay near the car.

- I'm not going far.

Why'd he come to you?

He got my name

out of the telephone book.

- Think we believe that?

- Found your card on him.

They're free with bubble gum.

You left your car on Beach Road?

Why was it at Marriott's?

- Obviously somebody drove it there.

- What happened to the $15,000?

I bought Defence Bonds.

Let's start again, huh?

From the beginning.

Why don't I make it easy on us

and tell you what you want?

This fairy hired me to exchange

a necklace for cash.

We drove to the woods,

I shot him, buried the $15,000,

drove to his place, walked 15 miles

back, knocked myself out

and called the police.

- We could book you now.

- Go ahead.

What do you THINK happened?

Marriott wanted the money and

figured me for the fall guy.

Yeah, then killed himself.

He had an accomplice who was to

knock us out and take the money.

Instead, he killed Marriott,

not me, cos he figured

you'd fit me into the frame.

It fits the facts.

It's a theory, anyway.

Lieutenant,

the Commissioner wants to see you.

Bring him in my office.

You're in over your head

this time, Marlowe.

Maybe so. If I am, what are you

going to charge me to fix it?

I don't think I can, Marlowe.

Even if I wanted to.

You can go now. We'll find out more

about Marriott before we need you.

And forget about Malloy.

What do you mean?

He's lammed to Mexico.

- Who says?

- The Commissioner.

Well, now...

I said lay off the case!

That's a little more like it.

Right on the line. No more

of that lammed to Mexico bullshit.

How come Nulty? Why?

Get outta here, Marlowe.

And remember, I warned you.

'It didn't matter you were going to

look into Marriott's murder, Nulty.

'I still had a job to do.

'Marriott hired me to protect him,

I let him down.

'As far as I was concerned,

I was still working for him.

'Most of the fences I knew

'wanted to smell my breath

when I mentioned Fei Tsui jade,

'but one sent me

to a joint in Chinatown.'

Yes?

Fei Tsui jade.

- You got?

- No.

I no got. I want.

- Everybody want.

- Who got?

Only big collector got.

- Who?

- Grayle.

Baxter Wilson Grayle?

He got.

Thanks.

'Judge Baxter Wilson Grayle,

'the most powerful political figure

in LA for a quarter of a century.

'His butler kept saying

the judge was unavailable,

'until I said I was the last person

to see Lindsay Marriott alive.

'The house wasn't much, it was

smaller than Buckingham Palace

'and had fewer windows

than the Chrysler Building.'

Mr Marlowe. Come this way, please.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr Marlowe.

Hello.

'Her hair was the colour of gold

in old paintings.

'She had a full set of curves which

nobody had been able to improve on.

'She was giving me the kinda look

I could feel in my hip pocket.'

This is my husband,

Judge Grayle, Mr Marlowe.

Please sit down, Mr Marlowe.

Mix Mr Marlowe a drink, Nelson.

Yes, ma'am.

- You're not what I expected.

- In what way?

The last person to see poor Lindsay,

I thought would be a friend.

- If you know what I mean.

- He just asked me to tag along.

He had to ransom a Fei Tsui jade

necklace stolen from a friend.

- Thank you.

- That'll be all, Nelson.

I'm a private detective.

I understand you, ah...collect

Fei Tsui jade, Mr Grayle?

I have a very fine collection,

but nothing's been stolen.

He said it was from a woman.

I wonder what he had in mind.

We only have one necklace.

- Oh, priceless?

- Mm-hm.

You don't have to bother with this,

honey. You should get some rest.

I think I will go lie down a while.

Glad to have met you,

Mr Marlowe.

Thank you, sir.

Mr Grayle hasn't been feeling well

for some time. He tires easily.

Hell, I like drinking.

Was he an old friend, Mr Marriott?

Sort of.

He accompanied me places.

Well, Lindsay had to tell me

something to get me to go along.

You're a very good-looking man

to be in this kinda business.

Well, I hope

you don't hold that against me.

Poor Lin.

He was rather a heel,

but to die like that is terrible.

- Did you trust him?

- Yes.

Why?

I don't know, I trust some people.

I trust you.

Why don't you come here

and sit beside me?

I've been thinking about that

for some time.

Ever since you first

crossed your legs, to be exact.

These damn things

are always up around your neck.

Do you do this sort of thing often?

No, I'm usually pretty busy...

at the monastery, praying

with the other monks.

How long did you know Marriott?

Oh, years. I liked him.

I'd like to know who killed him.

Would you find out?

I'll pay you, of course. A lot.

- A lot?

- Mm-hm.

Marriott lived like he had a lot. He

wasn't borrowing from you, was he?

You're a little old-fashioned,

aren't you?

Your name's Phil, isn't it?

Philip, what's yours?

Helen, kiss me.

Who was that?

- That was Mr Grayle.

- Forget him.

I'm trying to.

He understands.

What the hell can he expect?

I know, he tires easily.

I tell you, it's all right.

He's a sick man.

You'd never know from the muscle

he carries in this town.

That kind of muscle

you can use from a wheelchair.

- Where can I call you?

- I'm in the telephone book.

- What's wrong?

- There's nothing wrong.

Oh, jeez, you are old-fashioned,

aren't you?

From the waist up.

'After I'd parked my car

and started for my office,

'I realised

I'd forgotten to tune in the news.

'The Yankees were in Washington

against the Senators.

'DiMaggio would break the record

if he hit in both games.

'I couldn't wait

to get to my radio.'

Howdy.

Howdy.

'I thought I recognised the smile,

'but I knew there was nothing

I could do about it.

'This phone kept ringing.

It was driving me nuts.

'I prayed someone would answer it.

'I didn't realise

it was ringing inside my head.'

Where you want him?

Sit him down, sit him over there.

'I'd once seen a photo of Francis

Amthor, LA's famous madam.

'And there she was...in the flesh.'

Hey. Did I deliver, huh?

Go on, honey.

OK, girls.

Nice to meet you, Mr Marlowe.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Nice to have a night out

with the boys.

Please, don't smoke, Mr Marlowe.

I don't like it.

Honey, go on to your room.

I just wanna speak to Moose Malloy.

I'm only gonna ask you once.

I told you. I don't like smoke.

Who told you to get up?

I think you're a very stupid person.

You look stupid,

you're in a stupid business

and you're on a stupid case.

I get it, I'm stupid.

You shouldn't have done that,

Marlowe.

'The room was full of smoke.

'The smoke hung straight up

in the air in thin lines.

'Straight up and down like a curtain

of small, clear beads.

'It didn't dissolve, didn't float

off, didn't move.

'It was a grey web,

woven by a thousand spiders.

'I wondered how they'd got them

to work together.

'''OK, Marlowe'', I said. ''You're

a tough guy. Six feet of iron man.

'''190 pounds stripped

and with your face washed.

'''Hard muscles and no glass jaw.

You can take it.

'''You've been sat down twice.

'''You've been shot full of hop

'''until you're as crazy

as two waltzing mice.

'''Now what does all that amount to?

Routine.

'''Now let's see you do something

really tough, like gettin' up.''

'I crawled along the floor,

thinking:

'''How the hell

can I get under that door?''

'I sensed somebody else in the room.

'I wished it was part

of my nightmare, but it wasn't.

'It was Tommy Ray.

He'd never blow another horn.

'I was torn between

making myself walk

'and wanting to lie down on the bed.

'It was a lovely bed.

It was made of rose leaves.

'It was the most

beautiful bed in the world.

'They'd got it from Carole Lombard.

It was too soft for her.

'I was still fighting it,

though, still walking.

'Then some footsteps I heard

made up my mind for me.

'I had to get back into bed,

like it or not.

'I decided to play dead. I didn't

have to be a hell of an actor.'

Come on, hillbilly, rise and shine.

Come on, Amthor wants you.

Hey, you ain't croaked, are you?

'If I had any sense, I would've

tried to get out of there.

'But sometimes I'm short on sense.

'All I could think of was

getting my hands on Francis Amthor.

'It was an old house,

'built as they don't build them

any more.

'Fitting and proper

for housing the oldest profession.'

Uh-huh. No, no.

That buzzer's no good tonight.

I put one of your boys to sleep.

You've been a very sick man, sir.

I can't recommend you

being up and around yet.

I may look sick,

but don't let that fool you.

I'm in a rare mood tonight.

I can hear the banshees calling.

I haven't shot anybody in a month.

Whisky?

Nah, you first.

I've run out of trust in this joint.

To your health, sir.

What remains of it.

I had a nightmare.

Silly idea, I dreamt I was shot full

of dope and locked up in a room.

They knocked me on the head

and took me some place

where they did that to me.

I vaguely remember somebody

asking about Moose Malloy.

You were saying?

I made no remark.

What's so important about Malloy?

Why was Marriott killed?

What's the matter?

Cathouse got your tongue?

What the hell is it about Malloy?

Look, this is a gun.

When you got a gun on you, you're

supposed to do what you're told.

Not when you're

about ready to collapse.

What is it? What?

Tell me, come on. What do you want?

Johnny's with your Doris.

Wait a minute,

where do you think... Stop!

You goddamned tramp!

What have you done to me!

Move it, move it. Let's go!

Where's my robe?

'I had only one place to go, Nulty.

'And I prayed to God

that I could make it.

Georgie!

Jeez!

You look like you went 10 rounds

with Joe Louis.

- Did DiMaggio do it?

- Sure.

Thanks, Georgie.

Ha! Ha!

Thanks, Georgie.

So long, Mr Marlowe.

'I went back to my office

after a week,

'after the toughest

few minutes of my life,

'telling Tommy Ray's wife

she was a widow,

'and the kid

that his daddy was gone forever.

'But DiMaggio was still going

strong...on his own record, now.

'Would he hit safely in every game

forever? It seemed that way.

'And why not? He was only 26 and

playing baseball in the sunshine.

'He heard little boys cheer...

not cry.'

Hello.

It's me.

I began to think you'd won

the Irish sweepstakes and took off.

Ha! What else were you thinking?

- Thinking about tonight.

- What about tonight?

The White Orchid. There's a

private party honouring my husband.

This is an election year.

I can't very well get out of it.

Why don't you meet me there

around nine?

You're on. Nine o'clock. Bye.

A bourbon on the rocks

and a scotch on the rocks.

You're right on time.

Your husband has a lot of friends.

Well, everyone in politics does...

enemies too.

What about Burnette?

Is he friend or foe?

Friend.

He owns this club.

- Do you know Laird?

- Yeah.

A lot of us in the DA's office

thought of him as a hood.

- And the DA?

- He thought I oughta leave.

How did you meet?

He owns a top-rate gambling boat

off-limits.

I think Baxter helped him straighten

out a problem with the water taxis.

Mr Burnette would like a word with

you, Mr Marlowe. It's important.

Go on, Philip. I'll be back.

Nice to see you, Marlowe.

You look good.

You're cute, too.

We go back a long way. To the time

you wanted to see me spanked.

- I still do.

- What for?

All I do is run towns, elect judges

and mayors, corrupt police,

peddle dope,

ice old ladies with pearls.

Well, you're mixing with some

pretty fancy people now, aren't you?

Well, yeah...

You're not doing so bad yourself.

You're the first guy I've seen with

Judge Grayle's wife who wasn't...

About that guy, Marriott,

did you know him well?.

She's the one who gambles,

he just tagged along.

OK, what's so important?

I need a little help. You ever

do a job, no questions asked?

There's always one question.

How much?

Fine.

Two grand.

Two grand! What for?

I wanna talk to Moose Malloy.

Hah! I don't blame you.

He's so gay, witty and charming.

What's the matter?

Can't your boys find him?

No. The police can't either.

I have friends, Marlowe.

That's how I know

Moose is your client.

I've only seen him twice.

That's more than anybody else.

Two thousand dollars?

It's gotta be some talk.

If you're worried about his health,

you can be there.

How nice. As a mediator,

or to stop the bleeding?

Buy yourself a new suit, Marlowe.

- Mrs Grayle.

- Hello, Laird.

I'll be on my boat.

- I'll see you...

- Sooner the better, Marlowe.

Where to?

- To my place?

- What for?

We've got everything

we need with you.

'She was incredibly beautiful.

And she was something, Nulty,

'really something.

'I had no intention of letting Moose

in a room with Burnette,

'but there was something going on.

What?

'Taking the money was

the best way to keep in.'

'Two close misses.

He had to be real good to do that.

'Good enough to hit...

if you wanted to.

'Somebody put a show on for me.

'Why?

'My car was being fixed when

I got the call from Mrs Florian.

'It was Sunday and I'd been hanging

around hoping to hear from Moose.

'I suggested we talk

on the phone... Stupid!

'You can't pour bourbon

on the phone.'

Thanks.

Where you been? I've been

tryin' to reach you for days.

I've been sick.

In a hospital?.

Yeah. Pet hospital.

Hey, take it easy on me, will you?

Your friend, ah...Tommy Ray...

he got killed.

What?! My God!

Why?

You know...he gave me

a phoney picture of Velma.

I been in touch with Velma.

How'd you find her?

Through the grapevine.

Sure it was her?

Honey, I never forget a voice.

OK, the next time you talk...

She won't talk to no one but Moose.

I'd like to talk to him.

It's been two weeks.

What'll I tell her?

She call every day?

Same time?

Don't let on to the Moose

it was me tipped you off.

No, no. Look...

the next time he gets in touch,

I'll call you, give you his number.

So she can call him direct, right?

- Don't go so soon.

- I've got to, honey.

Let me have a rain check.

'I was followed for the next couple

of days, but it didn't bother me.

'I knew I was safe

while nobody found the Moose.

'As long as he breathed,

I breathed.'

Hey, Georgie. Keep an eye on that

car. Tell me if you see it again.

- Hello?

- This is Moose Malloy. Remember?

Remember? Yeah, somewhat!

Where you been hiding?

Where nobody found me.

Those are the best places.

Listen, Velma wants to talk to you.

You found my Velma?

Almost... She'll only talk to you.

We have to wait for her call.

Where?

I could come to you.

I wouldn't like that.

Well... OK, I'll think of something.

Listen, how well do you know

Laird Brunette?

Never heard of him.

How about Baxter Wilson Grayle?

- How many people is that?

- One.

I never heard of him.

I just thought of a place.

'I called Mrs Florian,

left Georgie's number,

'now it was up to Velma.

'I had lots of questions for Moose,

but he had one thing on his mind.'

Why don't she call?.

How the hell do I know?

You said my Velma would call.

I've been slapped, scratched,

punched, knocked unconscious,

drugged and shot at

looking for Velma...

so quit tryin' to make a milkshake

out of my insides.

Stop it!

Hello?

'It only took a second

to know who it was,

'you could see the seven years

inside melting off him.'

Hiya, babe.

It's been a long time.

15 minutes.

I got it.

Yeah.

Here.

Pay me back when you can.

Come on, I'll drop you off.

Thanks.

See you later, Georgie.

So long, Mr Marlowe.

'It was one of those

transient motels,

'something between

a fleabag and a dive.

'I felt like seeing Velma myself,

'but this was

a real moment for the big guy,

'and three would be a crowd.

'If ever anything didn't belong...

'that car in the alley was it.'

Moose! Get down!

Phew!

'I'd hit them, but I didn't know

if they were dead or alive.

'But that didn't stop Moose.

He was checking for his Velma.'

You were set up, Moose.

Don't you understand?

She said she'd be here.

Who's tryin' to get to you, Moose?

What's goin' on?

Was there somebody else

in the robbery?

Are they tryin' to shut you up,

or what?

They must have my Velma somewhere.

Who? Moose, tell me, WHO?

'He showed his appreciation

in his usual, gentle manner.'

Supposed to call me

when he got in touch, remember?

The Commissioner told me

lay off, remember?

Don't be such a wise-ass. We could

charge you with three murders.

Recognise him?

No, why don't you ask Marlowe?

I bet there's not a state

they're not wanted in.

You're like a slot machine, Marlowe.

You'll do anything for six bits.

What's his girl's name?

- Velma.

- Think they got to her?

- Could be.

- How?

Come on.

Jessie?

Jessie?

Jesus, what a way to live.

Maybe she beat it.

This is the kind of place

Jessie Florian beats it to, Nulty.

This is all she's got.

Look at those neck bruises.

You look at 'em.

Jeez, what a way to die.

Marlowe.

Marlowe!

This card which you found

on Marriott's body.

It's the same one

I gave to Jessie Florian.

Then they knew each other.

Moose got in touch last night. He's

worried about Velma, wanted to talk.

- You get anything from him?

- Not much.

I figure they called Mrs Florian

after they missed killing Moose.

Who are they?

Whoever THEY are, they knew he'd go

to Mrs Florian's looking for Velma.

So they gave her a new radio,

a couple of bottles, she came cheap.

They asked her to call

when Moose showed up.

Only I showed up instead.

But...

she made the call anyway.

They got Tommy Ray to give me

a phoney picture to keep me busy.

They got Velma to call Moose.

They might've been holding Velma

since Moose got out.

Why?

You don't think anybody else's voice

would've got Moose to that motel?.

That was the end

of Tommy Ray and Mrs Florian.

Probably Velma herself's

pushing up daisies now.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because I'm going out on that boat

with Malloy.

I don't think I'm coming back alive

without the cops.

If I went on that boat

I'd get busted.

At least you're honest about it.

An honest cop.

I'm supposed to bring you in!

If I let you go... If, Marlowe...

I'd be sticking my neck WAY out.

Thanks, Nulty, but that's not what I

need. What I need is another drink.

I need a lotta life insurance,

a home in the country!

I need a vacation! I'm tired!

Everything I touch turns to shit!

I've got a hat,

a coat and a gun, that's it.

We've known each other

a long time, Nulty.

You've got to let me go or Tommy

Ray's kid will haunt me for life

for letting them kill his old man.

He will, you know.

Does Burnette know you're coming?

Not unless you tell him.

Give me five minutes to start back

to town, then do anything you want.

Hey, Nulty,

- Thanks.

- Sure.

'I had Moose meet me

at a penny arcade outside the hotel.

'Then we went to meet Georgie

who'd got us a boat.'

I think I found a boat for you.

I didn't tell 'em anything,

Mr Marlowe.

Where's the boat, Georgie?

Out there.

Can you get us aboard the Lido?

The water taxis will take you.

I don't like taxis.

I'll take you

for a good enough reason.

How much is the reason?

$50, $10 extra

if you bleed in my boat.

25?

See you later, Georgie.

Let's go.

'Marriott dead, Mrs Florian dead,

Tommy Ray dead, Francis Amthor dead.

'Only Burnette, with his $2,000

wish to see Moose, was left.

'The answer had to be on that boat.'

Turn around,

we're going on the boat.

Pull over, Hank. Stop the car.

Are you crazy?

Seven people are dead, Rolfe, SEVEN!

And the police are driving away.

You're talkin' about Burnette's

boat, we gotta tell him.

- Marlowe's not worth...

- Not worth what?

Missing our weekly pick-up?

Who would you turn back for?

Your father, mother, wife or kids?

Or is Brunette the only one?

Look, I'm outta here. You've got

a little too much religion for me.

Anybody else want to get out?

Don't try to warn anyone. If you do

and we get out of this, you're dead.

Come on, Hank. Turn on that siren.

This is a police car.

What are you doing down here?

Ahh!

You gonna take us to Burnette now?

Burnette's in San Diego.

Whoa!

Now would you take us?

OK, put me down, I'll take you.

Tell him to open the door.

Hey, boss, it's me, Nick, open up.

Boss?

Are you in there, boss?

No. I fell overboard.

It's me, Nicky!

It's important.

What's so important?

Ahh!

Just keep the body

where we can see it, Burnette.

You want to see me?

What do you have in mind, Burnette?

You gonna run Moose for Mayor?

Or tell him why you tried to drill

him after he spoke to Velma?

- You know where Velma is?

- I don't know any Velma.

I'd stop lyin'.

Keep away from me, Marlowe.

You'd better start talkin', fast.

You can come out now, Mrs Grayle,

you're missing all the fun.

Helen, come on out.

Come on out, Helen.

Hi, babe. Long time no see.

You're looking great, babe.

Hello, Moose.

Well, hooray!

Now it all makes sense, everything.

Velma from the gutter,

whore from Amthor's.

Take away his gun,

honey, and we can go.

Don't you understand?

Prostitute marries

millionaire judge.

Knows nothing about her background,

not even that she was in a robbery

and let her boyfriend take the rap.

I've got the eighty thousand,

Moose, just like I said.

She's lying, Moose. She and Burnette

cooked up the whole thing.

Only two other people knew who she

had married, Amthor and Marriott.

They're both dead.

Amthor told Burnette

one of her girls married a judge,

that was enough.

Everything was hunky-dory,

Moose, till now.

Take his gun, honey.

After they'd missed

killing you on the street...

Hold it right there, Moose.

They sent me and Marriott

on some cock-and-bull story

and killed him

because they were afraid he'd crack.

Shut him up, Moose.

He's making it all up.

Moose, even a band leader

for Christ's sake,

a friend of hers, he got wiped out!

Don't you see, Moose?

She's using everybody!

Why?

OK, dragon-lady, who's next?

Hey, boss, are you in there?

It's me, Mickey and the boys.

We're out here!

You OK, boss?

You'll never get off

this boat alive.

Hold it, police!

Open up, Marlowe. It's me, Nulty.

'Moose never would've hurt her.

'It didn't matter to him

she hadn't written in six years.

'It didn't matter that she turned

him in for a reward.

'The big lug loved her.

'And if he was still alive,

'it wouldn't matter that she'd

pumped three bullets into him.

'What a world.'

Come on, Marlowe,

open up, it's me, Snow White.

Let him in.

You're a hero, Nulty. Headlines.

This is no misdemeanour,

like a coloured killing.

You'll probably wind up

being Commissioner.

What happened?

Let him tell you, I'm too tired.

'Bagby and Smith,

'a couple of run-of-the-mill

pitchers, stopped DiMaggio.

'Maybe they had a little extra last

night. Like Nulty had tonight.

'I had two grand inside my breast

pocket that needed a home.

'And I knew just the place.'