Farewell, My Lovely

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.'

(Chatter in street)

(Man ) Hello, Momma, how you doin'?

(Woman ) 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.

(Man ) Uh-oh, look who's here.

(Moody blues )

(Indistinct chatter)

A shine palace.

(Man ) 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.

(Group laugh) Send him home, Henry.

You shouldn't laugh.

Maybe I should do this.

(Piano stops )

(Woman shrieks )

(Excited chatter)

(Piano starts )

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.

(Gunshot)

All I wanted to know

was where my Velma is.

He tried to tell me with this.

Jesus! You've had a busy day.

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