Hotel Noir Page #2
shiny diamond
and you, sir, are merely
just a man.
What're you looking at?
Excuse me?
What're you looking at?
Not at you, buddy.
What's that supposed to mean?
I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at her.
Well, that's what it looks like.
Then we're in agreement.
Well I don't like you looking at her.
What do I care what you like?
Cause that's my girlfriend
and I don't like you looking at her.
She's a singer.
Everyone's looking at her.
Not the way you're looking at her.
Relax.
Just watching her sing.
You're thinking dirty thoughts about her.
Actually I wasn't.
You can be stranded on...
Prove it.
Vance, stop it!
Baby, I'm handling this.
Just leave him alone.
You said this wasn't gonna happen again tonight.
I warned you not to serve him.
Leave the man alone.
I'm sorry, mister.
You probably like the way he's looking at you,
you sick twist.
Drop dead!
Just let me talk to you.
If you don't finish your set tonight,
you're gonna have to play
an extra 15 minutes tomorrow.
You need to leave now, please.
It isn't so much, baby,
just let me talk to you.
I have no interest whatsoever in talking to you,
or in hearing you talk ever!
I'm crazy about you.
You are crazy, period. Let go!
Where would you be without me?
You're about to find out again.
I'm sorry about that.
Hold it.
Miss Click, you signed a contract specifying
two full sets...
What part of I'm in the middle of something here
do you not understand?
The management doesn't take these things lightly.
Oh, I shudder. I quake.
And I quit.
Come on, baby. Come back!
Oh, you had a flip?
You should probably go home
and sleep it off, huh?
Please, mister, don't tell anyone about this.
I only shut my eyes for 5 minutes,
but I meant no harm, honestly.
If the management finds out that I fell asleep
in a client's room again, that's it.
I'm out on the street.
I've been working double shifts
plus school
so I haven't been getting much sleep.
Last time they said I was a thief
because the woman in the room
dropped her earring down the drain
The time before that they implied that I was soliciting
sexual favors which the management grounds upon,
Not the soliciting so much
as the not cutting them in on the profits
so I yelled at them and told them,
Who the hell do they think I am?
Just because I fell asleep on the man's bed
doesn't mean I slept with the man.
I don't think you're a thief.
Really?
Really.
Well, that's very perceptive of you,
because I'm not.
I swear on the Virgin of Guadalupe.
You probably don't know who that is,
but she means the world to me.
However I did manage to notice that you had
a superhero costume in your suitcase
so I hung it, so it wouldn't wrinkle.
That's Tiltawor's outfit, isn't it?
She's my favorite.
Not that I have time to waste to go to the pictures
but my little sister's obsessed,
so she relays all the stories to me.
Where did you get it?
A friend of mine works in one of the studios.
It's an exact replica of the one in the pictures.
Holy Toledo, that is really neat.
In any case, I'd best get back to work
so I don't lose my job.
Would you like to keep it?
Oh, I need it.
I have to pay for my sister's school
and I'm the only one she has.
No, I mean the costume.
What do you mean?
The person I got it for doesn't need it anymore.
Would you like it?
Really?
What's your angle?
What angle?
Are you a costume salesman?
Because I don't have any money.
You're in luck. I'm not.
Then what's your angle?
In my life so far nobody ever gave me something
when they weren't expecting something back.
Not that they gave me very much, mind you.
But I give a lot back.
You could say that's my problem.
I give too much for too little.
But that sounds dirty.
I mean emotionally.
If I tell you something, will you promise
not to take it the wrong way?
I talk too much.
Bingo!
Only around smart people.
It's a complex.
Rest assured, I'm not smart.
You're just saying that.
Who are you gonna believe?
Maybe not smart,
but a shade less dumb than the others.
I'm Sevilla. Like the Spanish city.
Felix, like... Felix.
So, you sure I can keep it?
Keep it, don't keep it, suit yourself.
I'll come back after I finish my rounds
and model it for you.
That was quick.
Hi.
Hi.
Mind if I come in?
I hate drinking alone.
Come in.
I wanted to thank you for earlier.
I didn't do anything.
You got the show stopped.
That's more than most.
It was a good show.
If you like wakes.
Where's your friend?
Oh, friendship's got nothing to do with it.
Very tiresome fellow
if you don't mind my saying.
I don't mind.
Funny meeting somebody nice
on a night like this.
I wouldn't go that far.
I once stole a crutch from a cripple.
Somebody modest, then.
Real estate, maybe.
I'm sick of realism.
I hope I haven't disappointed you.
I don't disappoint that easily.
Years of practice.
Don't go changing your habits on my account.
Tell me.
What?
The primary reason you're here.
At the show, in this room, tonight.
You first.
Just passing through.
Three night engagement.
Didn't you read the sign?
Not till then.
You know the drill. I had dreams.
What kind of dreams?
The kind that have been tried
and found wanting.
Such as?
Trade on my natural charm and talent and...
become a big singer.
Then maybe graduate to pictures and who knows,
when I get old and deaf I'd open a restaurant,
a little bistro, a bar...
On the beach.
Sure. I like the beach.
Who doesn't?
My ex-husband.
Didn't like the beach?
Didn't like any sand in the shoes.
Still you married him.
Had to get out of Monroe City, Indiana, somehow.
He had a car?
He had a truck. Are you a cop?
Why?
You ask questions like a cop.
How's that?
Like you're not really interested in the answer,
but the way I answer.
I'm a cop.
No kidding.
You're on a stakeout?
I was gonna hop a train.
Changed your mind?
Missed my train.
When's the next one?
7 a.m.
My bus leaves at six.
Where to?
Away.
So you missed your train,
checked into the closest hotel not realizing
you might meet the woman of your dreams.
The woman of my dreams stood me up.
Penny drops, bad girl.
You don't know the half of it.
How'd you meet the woman of your dreams?
Why do you wanna know?
I'm a fundamentally curious person.
Undercover bust.
Got this stuff in pictures,
cops falling for robbers.
She wasn't a robber, just an accessory.
A guy like you needs a woman
more than just an accessory.
A guy like me?
What's that supposed to mean?
First tell me about her.
Beat it, ladies.
You can stay.
You're Swedish Mary, aren't you?
Excuse me?
Make this easy on yourself,
we got hours of tape conversations
where he talked about you.
For the record, he's nicknamed you HM.
High Maintenance.
I'm not the person you think.
You're not Swedish Mary?
No.
I'm Italian.
Italian?
Si, from Milano.
What's your name?
Rosa.
Rosa.
Let's write this down.
Rosa what?
Rosa Magnoni.
You're Italian?
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