Farewell, My Lovely Page #3

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.

(Opens door)

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.'

(Dance-hall music)

(Buzzer)

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'.

(Music stops )

All the company I got.

At least it doesn't give you

an argument.

Yeah. (Sniffs )

Well, Philip Marlowe,

private investigator.

Come in.

Tommy Ray still living

across the street

with that n*gger he married

and that kid?

Yeah, same place.

Just about ruined him

in show business, marryin' a n*gger.

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.

(Starts humming)

# I'm blue all day Monday

# Thinkin' of you Sunday

(Hums again )

# 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

(Sniffling)

# 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 -

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