Hammett Page #2

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[Kit]

So where are you from, mr. Ryan?

[Ryan]

Baltimore, birmingham,

butte... you name it.

Anyplace that begins

with a "b," huh?

I left out biloxi.

Your new story set

in any of those places, sam?

[Hammett]

Yeah, maybe... maybe not.

- Sounded like baltimore to me.

- Did you make a carbon?

- No.

- One of these days, you're...

is that what you wear

to the library?

That's what i wear underneath

what i wear to the library.

- Never seen any before?

- Couple of times... maybe three.

Four, counting the redheaded

contortionist from yakima.

- Cute dish.

- Yeah, very.

I hear you left pinkerton's.

- Yeah, three or four years ago.

Long hours, short dough.

- [Cat meowing]

- Any money in the writing racket?

- Penny a word.

- Write a million words, you'd be set.

- Like war and peace.

- Bring you back some gin.

- Gin's for old ladies.

Make it scotch.

[man singing, indistinct]

[Hammett]

Christ, you're sure looking flush...

somewhere between

a bootlegger and a banker.

Got my own little agency

up in tacoma now.

Lot of divorces in tacoma.

No wonder. Hell, it rains

350 days of the year.

What's your town like, anyway?

Free and easy?

Yeah. More so than most.

- Who runs things?

- Same people who run

things everywhere.

The cops, the crooks

and the big rich, huh?

[Chuckles]

Who else?

- Where?

- A little to your right

and back six yards.

I'd sort of like to lose him.

You still know how?

Yeah, i think i might remember.

A corkscrew or splitaway?

Corkscrew. Looks like i taught you

somethin' after all.

[Women talking, indistinct]

[Coughing]

- You know who that

little punk reminds me of?

- Who?

- Remember blackie malcombs?

- Oh, my god! You're right!

- Wait, wait. I gotta mail this.

- Mail it later!

- Huh?

- Move it!

[Chattering]

[Engine starting]

- [Hammett coughing]

- You okay?

Yeah. If we lose each other,

meet me at cookie's.

- Is that a speak?

- Yeah. Ask anybody.

[Coughing continues]

[Chattering]

[Man yelling, indistinct]

[Firecrackers exploding]

[Explosions continue]

- I lost my manuscript!

- Come on!

For god's sake, let's go!

Let's get out of this mess!

What happened?

My manuscript!

[People screaming]

[Hammett] did you see where the

big guy went? The guy with the hat?

[Man speaking french]

[Baby crying]

Sailor, you see a big fella

come through here?

No, monsieur. I have not seen anyone

but very pretty young girls.

- Pretty ones. You like pretty girls?

- [Woman] mister, two bit for me?

No, thanks.

I'm trying to taper off.

My daughter work with me.

[Woman #2]

Mister! Mister!

Have you time?

Have you time?

Two dollar?

One dollar?

Jimmy!

[Woman]

Jimmy!

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