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Farewell, My Lovely
- R
- Year:
- 1975
- 95 min
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'This spring was the first I felt
tired, and realised I was ageing.
'Maybe it was the rotten weather
we'd had,
'or the rotten cases I'd had -
mostly chasing missing husbands
'and then their wives
once I'd found them, to get paid.
'Or maybe it was just the plain fact
that I am tired and growing old.
'The only real pleasure
I'd had at all
'was following Joe DiMaggio
of the New York Yankees.
'Well, it's the middle of July now
and things are worse than in spring.
'In the spring, I wasn't holed up in
a dingy hotel ducking the police.'
Hello.
Let me have Richmond 4421, please.
Lieutenant Nulty, please.
Nulty!
I'm at the Casa Marina, room 502.
Is Moose there?
Come alone.
- And I said come alone.
Two more murders.
That's a total of seven.
Casa Marina.
He asked me to come alone.
That's not a good idea.
Now, you understand why
we want him brought in, don't you?
Yes, Commissioner.
Good.
Wait here.
- How long?
- Until you make Lieutenant.
(Police siren )
(Knocking)
- Yeah?
- It's Snow White.
- With or without the dwarfs?
- Without.
Come on in.
Malloy with you?
Relax. There's nowhere
he could hide, under the bed or...
This case has busted wide open
and you're the patsy.
- I wanna tell you...
- It won't change anything.
You gonna listen or aren't you?
Sit down, will you?
Sit down!
I was working on a $25-a-day breeze,
looking for a 15-year-old runaway
from Carmel -
an honours student, majoring in men.
She had all ''A's'',
none of them on a report card.
She had only one other interest -
dancing.
# It seems to me
I've heard that song before
# It's from an old familiar score
# I know it well...
# It's funny how a theme
recalls a favourite dream
# A dream...#
You know, you remind me of Harry.
You're very much like Harry.
The same type - strong and silent.
I used to dance
with Harry like this.
I may not be the most
beautiful girl...
but I could make a man as happy...
Really upset when it ended,
but I got over it.
- What did you say your name was?
- Harry.
My parents sent you, didn't they?
I'm not going.
Look, do you want to dance your way
out, walk out, or be carried out?
Makes no difference to me.
(Tram bells)
(Music continues in distance )
Do you realise
to drive here
from Carmel to get you?
Can't you settle that on the way?
There's the matter of $25
plus $5 in expenses.
Pay him, Charles.
And give him a tip.
I don't accept tips
for finding kids.
Pets, yes -
$5 for dogs, $10 for elephants...
Thank you.
Get in the car.
(Thump and groan )
Next time she runs away,
get somebody else.
(Deep sigh)
'I was tryin' to stabilise
below the belt
'when this guy the size of the
Statue of Liberty walks up to me.'
What are you, a cop?
No, I'm your fairy godmother.
'I started to walk away...'
Private dick, huh?
'when a hand I could have sat in
took hold of my shoulder.'
What's your name?
Marlowe, what's yours?
- Moose Malloy.
- Get down!
'He didn't bat an eye.
Fear wasn't built into his frame.'
I want you to work for me.
You want me to find the guys
who were tryin' to shoot you?
I want you to find my Velma.
I ain't seen her in seven years.
She ain't wrote in six.
Where the hell have you been
for seven years?
In the can.
The Great Bend bank robbery?
Eighty grand?
I did it solo.
Ain't that somethin'?
Yeah.
I want you to find my Velma.
Look, man,
that's a long time not to hear.
- She'll have a reason.
- Sure.
Why the hell
were they shootin' at you?
Maybe we ought to go to Florian's.
That's the last place Velma worked.
What was she like...
this, um...Velma?
Cute.
Cute as lace pants.
That's somethin' to go on.
'He walked me slowly across half
(Chatter in street)
(Man ) Hello, Momma, how you doin'?
(Woman ) You the last
of the good time Charlies...
This is a coloured neighbourhood now
it's been that way for a long time.
Let's you and me go up.
Maybe nibble a couple.
They might know something
about my Velma.
How the hell would they know
anything? It's a coloured joint.
Let's you and me go on up, huh?
OK, but leave off carryin' me.
I can walk by myself.
I go to the bathroom by myself
and everything.
(Man ) Uh-oh, look who's here.
(Moody blues )
(Indistinct chatter)
A shine palace.
(Man ) 52 years old and ain't never
had enough of nothin', but used...
What did I do this time?
named Velma.
Hey, Henry.
No white boys here, brother.
Just for the coloured.
I'm looking for Velma.
Velma, you says? No Velma here.
No hooch, no girls, no nothing.
Just scram, white boy. Just scram.
Velma used to work here.
Velma USED to work here.
Velma done retired.
(Group laugh) Send him home, Henry.
You shouldn't laugh.
Maybe I should do this.
(Piano stops )
(Woman shrieks )
(Excited chatter)
(Piano starts )
Well...looks like
you just may have the lonely job
all by yourself.
Now, you goin' to tell me
where your boss is?
Mr Montgomery is in the back.
Big fella.
Can I speak to you a minute,
Mr Montgomery?
- What's that?
- A sawn-off.
That's illegal. Besides,
I don't think it'd stop him anyway.
(Gunshot)
All I wanted to know
He tried to tell me with this.
Jesus! You've had a busy day.
It's a good thing you don't
get out of the slammer too often.
- I want you to find my Velma.
- Yeah, I will.
Meanwhile...ah,
maybe you'd better beat it, huh?
Because the cops might think
you've sprained your parole.
You got somethin' there.
I'll keep in touch.
- I'm in the telephone book.
- OK.
- Help me find my Velma, huh?
- Yeah.
Hey, ah...Malloy?
This Velma. She got a last name?
Valento. Velma Valento.
Velma Valento.
against my ribs.
'so I called you, Nulty,
and had a few drinks.
'Mr Montgomery didn't seem to mind.'
Right here, fellas.
Big, black and dead.
That's not bad for a killing.
Lucky it wasn't somethin' serious.
It's just another shine killing.
No space in the papers,
no pictures, no nothin'.
Your picture will be in the papers -
front, sideways, back, numbers,
No sweat.
It was self-defence, Nulty.
The guy that killed him
is your...client?
Yeah, that's right.
When he gets in touch, tell him come
to the station, sign a deposition.
Oh, he can write, can't he?
Oh, yeah...he might be a little shy.
For that kind of a killing
who cares? You explain it to him.
We gotta follow procedure or I get
in trouble...with Eleanor Roosevelt.
Eleanor Roosevelt.
'I couldn't find any Florian
in the phone book
'but I had a vague hunch about
the fleabag across the street.
'I sparred with the night clerk
for a minute,
'but it was like tryin' to open
'Abraham Lincoln's picture
loosened him up.'
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