Kiss Me Deadly Page #3

If you wish to leave a record of your call,

please state your message at the tone.

(Velda) Hello, Mike. Just checking to see

if you got home. Call me when you...

Velda.

Oh, I'm glad you're there.

Are you all right?

- Sure. Why?

- I'll be right over.

(hangs up)

- What did they want?

- Asked a lot of questions.

- What kind of questions?

- Questions.

When you leave, tell Nick...

What do you want me to tell him?

You know, just to hold

the soft part of your arms is a meal...

Tell him to drop his car off tonight

and pick it up in the morning.

What's in the folder?

A fella named Ray Diker called up

while you were in the hospital.

He wants to see you and I thought

you'd want me to check up on him.

(knock at door)

Don't answer it.

(another knock)

Mike? lt's Pat. Official business this time.

Maybe he'll go away.

(lock jiggles)

Go ahead. Don't mind me.

I'm revoking

your private investigator's licence.

Also your gun permit.

If I catch you snooping around with

a gun in your hand, I'll throw you in jail.

I don't think you'd like it in jail.

Who's Ray Diker?

What do you do with this guy?

He was a reporter on the News, wasn't

he? Used to write a science column.

Why did he drop out?

I hear your friends

were over to question him too.

I've gotta say it: he's got a nose.

He can sniff out information

like nobody I ever saw.

What else did you hear?

Couldn't find him. He dropped out of sight.

Science editor of a newspaper drops out

of sight and nobody knows why.

If you know anything,

you'd better tell me, Mike.

If I knew anything, I would.

Sure you would.

You ought to tell him, Mike.

- Did Diker leave an address?

- Somewhere over on Flower Street.

But if I were you, I wouldn't go.

- That tape of you and lover-boy got lost.

- There goes your case.

Call him up and set up another session.

Tell him you're sorry, you want

to make up for all the pain you gave him...

Give him some of that sincerity.

What'd you find out about the girl?

Christina Georgina Rossetti,

poetess, English, born 1830, died 1894.

Your Christina was being held

in that hospital for interrogation.

Who by? The feds or state?

That they wouldn't tell me.

What's the point of all this?

If it's any of my business.

She told me if I dropped her off

at the bus station I could forget her.

But if she didn't make it,

she said... ''Remember me.''

So remember her.

She's dead.

But I'm not dead.

Hey, remember me?

Yeah!

I remember you from somewhere.

Weren't you supposed to call that fellow,

Mr... What's his name?

Friendly?

That's my name for him - Mr Friendly.

He certainly was friendly.

Maybe he'll give you some of that

nice dialogue again, that honey talk.

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