Kiss Me Deadly Page #5

get you some clothes. Take the bedroom.

- Where will you sleep?

- I'll take the couch.

If you want coffee, the kitchen's...

Thank you, Mike.

Thank you. Thank you.

OK, you've made your point.

You're welcome.

Mike?

Mike!

Why did you come back tonight?

In your absence, there have been no calls.

You changed your mind. Something

changed it for you. What was it?

- You say you don't know a thing.

- lt's true. I don't.

But they think you do or they wouldn't be

after you. Maybe that's worth something.

Keep the door chained and don't answer

the phone. They won't know you're here.

But if they pay you off, you'll tell them.

Then where will I be?

Mike! You can't do that!

Mike?

Mike!

(whimpering) Nico, Nico...

Oh, Nick...

They kill Nick, Mike.

Somebody, they kill Nick.

(sirens)

(whimpering) No...

No, no, no...

Velda?

Velda?

Hello, Mike.

What is it?

What kind of trouble are you in this time?

Yes. Yes, you are. I can see it.

I'm glad.

I'm always glad when you're in trouble

because then you always come to me.

What is it, Mike?

Nick's dead.

Nick?

The jack slipped and

the car came down on him.

Is that what really happened?

He was doing a couple of jobs for me.

And he got it. Like all your friends

are gonna get it one of these days.

What is it you're after, Mike?

Something Nicholas Raymondo had

and the girl knew about.

Something very valuable.

But is it worth Nick's life?

Or Christina's, or Raymondo's,

or Kawolsky's?

Or mine?

(Mike) Or Lily Carver's?

Christina's roommate.

She's in my apartment.

They tried to get her last night.

(Velda) ''They.'' A wonderful word.

And who are they?

They are the nameless ones

who kill people for the great whatsit.

Does it exist? Who cares?

Everyone everywhere is so involved

in a fruitless search - for what?

Why don't you turn her over to Pat?

lt's his job to protect her.

If she needs protection.

Or to question her if that's what's needed.

Why are you always trying

to make a noise like a cop?

- What were you doing in bed so early?

- I had a few drinks.

I'm trying to sleep off a hangover.

I met your friend Ray Diker

over at Toscio's this afternoon.

He pointed out some joker at the bar.

A dealer in abstract art or something.

I went over and

just happened to pick him up.

Make your ears stand up?

He dropped a few names.

Wanna hear them?

Carl Evello you know, but...

Dr Soberin. Does that

do anything for you?

This joker says there's a new art in the

world. This doctor's starting a collection.

What kind of a collection?

I don't know.

He... tried to date me.

With a few drinks

and one thing leading to another,

I suppose I could get some more

information about the doctor.

Do you want me to date him?

Well?

- Well what?

- Well, what do you think?

I think I'd like to get my hands

on whoever killed Nick.

You want to avenge the death

of your dear friend.

How touching. How sweet.

How nicely it justifies

your quest for the great whatsit.

Why don't you leave, Mike?

Before I change my mind.

Besides, I'm gonna need

all the rest I can get

if I'm gonna have any strength to

fight off my new-found, my bosom friend.

Mike...

Meet me at the Pigalle.

Two o'clock. Huh?

OK.

# The night is mighty chilly

# And conversation seems pretty silly

# I feel so mean and brought

# I'd rather have the blues

than what I've got

# The room is dark and gloomy

# You don't know what you're doing to me

# The web has got me caught

# I'd rather have the blues

than what I've got

(singing continues)

Say, man, you sure look beat.

You look real lean, real wasted.

You don't look like you're with it.

Give me a double bourbon,

and leave the bottle.

- Pour one for yourself.

- Sure. Any time.

Who we drinkin' to?

- Nick.

- Nick.

Va-va-voom. Pretty pow!

# Looks very frightening

# The rain begins, and then comes...

Mike. Mike!

Mike, come on.

A fella just come in.

Said they got your girl.

They got Velda. Told me to tell you.

- Where is he?

- I don't know. He cut out. He blew.

I'm sorry, Mike.

Thanks, kid.

- Jaguar not good enough for you, huh?

- The ashtrays were all full.

That girl I was with gave you a letter.

Know who it was addressed to?

Yeah. I just wanted to know

who the lucky guy was.

lt was some joker named Mike.

Mike?

lnteresting letter, huh?

Good evening, Mr Hammer.

We took a gander at it.

Couldn't quite make it out.

Won't be no trouble this time, Mr Hammer.

I've been taking lessons.

I was out for two hours after you

flipped me. Couldn't move a muscle.

- Give him a hand, Charlie.

- Yeah, sure.

Lean on me if you like, huh? Feel OK?

- Well, here we are, Mr Hammer.

- Watch your step.

For a couple of cannons,

you guys sure are polite.

We're here on this earth such a brief span,

we might as well be.

Well, you are awake.

Lie still. Why torment yourself?

Who do you see?

Someone you do not know.

A stranger.

What is it we are seeking?

Diamonds? Rubies? Gold?

Perhaps narcotics.

How civilised this earth used to be.

But as the world becomes more primitive,

its treasures become more fabulous.

Perhaps sentiment will succeed

where greed failed.

You will die, Mr Hammer.

But your friend, you can save her.

Yes, you can.

The young lady you picked up

on the highway, she wrote you a letter.

In it were two words: ''Remember me.''

She asks you to remember.

What is it you must remember?

Do not be alarmed, Mr Hammer.

lt is only a harmless drug.

Sodium Pentothal. The truth serum.

Under its influence, you will sleep.

And while you sleep, your subconscious

will provide the answer,

and you will cry out

what it is that you must remember.

Pleasant dreams, Mr Hammer.

(mumbling)

(mumbling)

''Remember me.'' What did she mean?

(Mike moans) No...

No...

No!

''Remember me.'' What did she mean?

(mumbling)

(Mike still mumbling)

Any luck?

(boxing commentary on radio next door)

..six, seven, eight...

And Bender is up once more.

The referee is holding McCoy away.

Here comes McCoy once again.

McCoy senses this may be the end.

lt's a left hook to Bender's jaw.

That was his third knockdown in the fight,

and we're only halfway through.

Bender has been taking a bad beating.

(Mike) Hey.

Hey!

Bender tries frantically to get on

his bicycle but McCoy is in full chase.

He has Bender up against the ropes now...

Back among the living, eh?

- I got it figured.

- You have?

- Yeah.

- OK, let's have it.

- Will you let her go?

- Sure. Take my word. Free as a bird.

You want to talk?

I want to whisper.

So whisper.

(boxing commentary continues)

Sug. Sugar!

- Yes, Mr Evello?

- He talked. He's yours.

I believe they brought

Bender along too fast.

He has been unable to cope with McCoy,

who is a real tiger tonight, bent on the kill.

McCoy has shown too much experience

and punching power for Bender,

who is a comparative novice.

(gasps)

(Evello screams)

..seeking the telltale sign

that Bender had had it.

Gilmore thought, while Jim was

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