Murder, My Sweet Page #2
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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.
Publicity, 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!
I don't know anybody
by the name of Moose.
Suddenly, she wasn't drunk anymore.
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 attendant gave me the impression
Who put in the pitch for me, Mr. Marriott?
- I beg your pardon?
- How did you get my name?
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
neighborhood, so I took a chance...
I'm in a clutch at the moment.
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.
as bearer of the money.
- How much and what for?
- 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.
How much are you offering me
for doing nothing?
You suppose you can get around
How would you like
I tremble at the thought of such violence.
I'm offering $100
for a few hours of your time.
If that isn't enough, say so.
There's no risk.
Some jewels were taken
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