Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid Page #6

"Immer Essen".

Walter Neff's the owner.

Thanks, Hot Legs.

I owe you a big one.

Immer essen.

Immer essen.

That means "always eating".

- What language?

- German.

It's also the name of a

South American cruise ship.

I know! When Sam Hastings and my

sister separated last July...

He took a South American

tour on that ship.

Very interesting.

Right after that tour, the

company canceled its cruises.

Now Sam Hastings is dead.

- I don't see the connection.

- I don't either. That's what bothers me.

Hello?

- Who is it?

- This is Marlowe.

Hello, Mr Marlowe. Would

you hold a moment, please?

- It's Marlowe.

- Good.

Hello, Marlowe. Listen, don't check

out those unsolved murders right now.

Yeah? Why not?

I got something more important. You

ever had any dealings with Walter Neff?

Walter Neff. He runs a South

American cruise-ship company.

Good. Tell me about him.

Cruises supermarkets

looking for blondes?

Good. I'll supply the blonde.

One other thing.

If Walter Neff leaves the country,

I may have to take a little boat ride.

If I do, stay off the booze. These

people we're dealing with are killers.

Well, thanks for telling me.

Have a nice trip.

I may not leave right away,

but thanks anyway. And Marlowe?

- You wearin' a tie?

- Goodbye.

- What was that all about?

- Marlowe knows Neff.

Says he's a pushover

for beautiful blondes.

It means we need a female spy.

Why not use me?

Sorry.

You're not blonde enough.

- I can always dye my hair.

- No dice, Dollface. You're a client.

That's one thing I've learned about

clients. Dead ones don't pay their bills.

Is that all you think of me?

Someone who pays you $10 a day?

That's right, Dollface. To me

you're just a meal ticket.

How could I tell her

that I was lying?

I'd work for nothing just to watch

her hair bounce as she walked...

Smell her creamy skin, cradle

her head on my shoulder.

Feel the slope of her waist,

the curve of her back...

And then gently caress

her two beautiful...

I'm sorry.

I just don't like being

called a meal ticket.

As I started my search for a blonde spy, I

tried to get rid of the image of Juliet...

Storming out of my office

with toothpaste on her shoes.

First on my list was Monica Stillpond,

a bombshell who once told me...

She would do anything for

anybody anywhere at any time.

But muscle gave me

my start in politics.

It was when I was assistant to

old man Zimmerman, the plumber.

- Mr Madvig, you're joking.

- About the plumbing, or the muscle?

I just can't imagine

you as a plumber.

She was in the middle of

a fancy dinner party.

But I couldn't waste time being

polite. I caught her attention.

Coffee will be served in the

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