The Long Goodbye Page #3

- Straight ahead.

- Straight ahead.

My, my. You are a pretty a**hole.

- My mother always tells me that.

- Let's get some prints.

- Right here.

- Thank you.

- We have a room for you.

- You got a towel to wipe this off?

- Use your shirt.

- This is my good shirt.

- You'll all be together in paradise.

- Thank you.

They got you too, huh, man?

How's your cat?

- Ran away. How's your girl?

- She got busted at a protest rally.

I had to bust the pig that busted her, man.

Come on. Come on, goddammit.

- He's all yours.

- I bought some cat food.

This is question and answer time.

Sit down. Sit down!

Sit down, Mr Marlowe. Don't dirty up

our joint. Sit down, right here.

What's your name?

My name? Donald Duck.

You know my name.

- What's your name?

- My name is Philip Marlowe.

He's a real cutie pie, Lieutenant.

- A smart ass, that's what he is.

- That's what I meant.

Why don't you learn

to say what you mean?

He's a real smart ass, Lieutenant.

Hi, boys. Who's in there?

J Edgar Hoover's in there?

Sure. They're all peeping through.

- With an E? You got an E on your name?

- Yeah.

- That sounds like a fag name.

- Is that what you are?

I'm a fag, but anybody called

Philip Marlowe has gotta be a fag.

- Sounds like an Exeter Academy fag.

- Right, right.

What are you here for, Marlowe?

I'm getting ready for the big game

Saturday. We're playing Notre Dame.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I'm getting into my make-up.

You got a banjo?

I'll do my Al Jolson routine.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I'm getting ready to sing "Swanee".

- Sure, I get it. Al Jolson.

- He was OK.

Damn right he was OK.

But what the hell are we doing here?

- Just sweating.

- You don't tie in. This suit, the name.

- What are you from, a prep school?

- It was a long time ago.

- No, I never went to a prep school.

- No, you don't look like prep school.

But that's not important. You'd better have

the right answers when Farmer gets here.

Here's your man, Lieutenant.

A real cutie pie.

- Nice to meet you, sir.

- You're looking very good. Sit down.

We don't want you banged up. Somebody

might get the wrong impression.

Tell me, Marlowe, why can't you

answer one simple question?

I don't like the way you ask questions

and I don't know what you wanna know.

- Are you crazy?

- Yeah.

He's the cutie pie, Lieutenant.

You're the smart ass,

you little honky bastard.

- I'll throw the book at you.

- What's the charges?

Don't give me that innocent crap.

You expect me to believe

that Terry Lennox showed up,

you drove him someplace

and he didn't tell you?

- That's what I've been telling you.

- You wanna hear the charges? OK.

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