Born to Kill Page #3

...that decide whether you win or lose.|I like to have the say-so myself.

You're not a turnip, are you?

- A turnip?|- Yes. We were saying...

...Mrs. Kraft, where I roomed,|and Laury, a friend of hers...

...that most men are turnips.

You may have noticed Mrs. Palmer.

She spoke to me at the dice table|this evening.

Yes, I believe I did notice her.

Anyhow, you're not.

- Not what?|- A turnip.

- Do you like that?|- Yes.

I like that very much.

- Do you live in San Francisco?|- Yes.

Good.

Why good?

Because that's where I'm gonna be|for some time.

Well, when am I gonna see you again?

Let me call you|when I get straightened around.

I don't know where I'm gonna be.|Better give me your number.

Well, you'll be staying at a hotel,|won't you?

Look, if you don't wanna see me again,|just say so.

If I didn't want to, I'd tell you.

That's what I thought.

Why not stay at the Terrace Hotel?

I'm sure you can get a room there,|and it's a nice, quiet place.

Do you like it?

- Yes.|- Then it's the Terrace.

Somebody meeting you|when we get off the ferry?

- No. I'm going to pick up a cab.|- Swell. We'll share one.

I'm afraid not.|We go in different directions.

That's where you're wrong.

We're going in the same direction,|you and I.

- Here's your laundry, Mrs. Perth.|- Okay.

That coffee smells good. Funny how coffee|never tastes as good as it smells.

As you grow older, you'll discover|that life is very much like coffee:

The aroma is always better|than the actuality.

- May that be your thought for the day.|- Yeah, sure.

Telephone.

Hello?

Mr. Arnett?

Who's calling? No, he's not here.

I don't know when he'll be back.

- A debtor, I take it.|- Yep.

Speaking of debt, you ain't paid your share|of the phone for three months, Arnett.

Et tu, Brutus?

I ain't talking about what you "et."|That's on the house.

But I want $8.55 for the phone.

That would leave me|embarrassingly short.

- Now, look...|- But...

...I have a prospective client.

The one that called here on Tuesday.

I am meeting her|in exactly three minutes.

And I shall extract a sizable retainer,|have no fear.

What does this one want?

Is her husband stepping out on her,|or what?

Murder.

- Mrs. Kraft?|- Obviously. Who'd you expect?

Quite so. It distresses me|that we must meet here...

...but they are redecorating my suite,|and I cannot tolerate the smell of paint.

- I hope you're a good detective.|- Didn't someone refer you to me?

No. Your name just came first|in the classified phone book.

Well, I've been in this business|some 20 years.

Being still alive, the deduction is|I have not starved at my trade.

- That beer.|- Does it every time.

Well, Mrs. Kraft, how can I serve you?

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