Marlowe Page #6

don't need any excuse...

I'll take care of this comedian.

The new type of third degree. The

police beat the hell out of each other...

... the suspect cracks up

from the agony of watching.

It never fails.

You knew I hit, Fred.

-Nobody hit me, Christy.

Nobody I can remember, Fred...

Tell this character to get out

of here. He's on short rope.

Tell him to get his

ass home. Directly home!

Tell him I'll be in touch

with him. Very close touch.

Get out of here, baby. Get out now.

-How? I don't have transportation.

Try hitchhiking and

don't press your luck.

What?

Who do you suppose

will clean up this mess?

Where are they?

-Looking for something?

You know what I'm looking

for. -The pictures.

Now that your brother is dead...

Grab the pictures and

blackmail your own sister.

Well I burned the pictures and

negatives, and they made a lovely flame.

You what?

Give me your purse, little sister.

-Get away from me! Drops it, Mavis!

Don't come any closer to me.

It's my purse!

It's mine, Mavis!

It's mine!

It's mine!

It's mine! -Sonny gave

you that money, didn't he?

I don't know any Sonny.

The smell of lilacs in his place

that night was a little girl smell.

You went up there to tell

where Orrin was hiding.

How much did he pay you to tell?

About an even $ 1.000.

Well, it was Orrin's own fault.

He took the pictures of

you with that gangster.

And he promised me

some of the money.

And I didn't hear from him any

more. So I came to find him.

Sister, you got our brother

killed! -Mavis, that's not true.

I warned Orrin.

I said that if you

don't take care of me

I'll tell Mr.

Steelgrave where you are.

He said he had lost the pictures.

And I didn't believe him.

So I took a taxi and went

to see Mr. Steelgrave.

You know how expensive that is?

Then I talked to Philip to go by

the clinic and protect Orrin...

... even though he

didn't deserve it!

It's not my fault your boys

got there before Philip!

He was our brother?

-Don't you go blaming me!

You had no business

going off and leaving us!

Orfamay, when did I

forget about you or Mom?

Or even poor Orrin?

And I always came to

see you whenever...

Oh, sure...

Always ask and no guilt feelings...

pardoned now!

I tried to take the blame

for you after you shot Sonny.

After I what? -I kept

the gun in my apartment...

... and after you came

to see me it was gone.

Well I didn't take it.

I hope your mother

will be very happy.

Anyway, Who can prove it?

What can prove it? You?

Who are you? -Nobody.

That's right a

nobody! A cheap nobody!

I said it first.

$ 50 means bye to you.

You! You!

You! Get away from me!

I hate you, Mavis!

I hate you!

Come on... -Let go of me!

Now stay there!

Kansas is due east.

Come here.

I tried to make

things better for her.

I used to tell her

how pretty she was.

You really thought that your

little sister killed Steelgrave?

So you went out on stage

and played the big guilty.

Trying to cover for her.

Those little 32s kick

out a lot of graphite.

Last night your hand

was a pure snow white.

But if Orfamay didn't

kill him, then who did?

Forget it, Mavis, forget it.

You've got plenty of time.

You've got old bullfighters

to meet, jets to fly...

Magazine covers to pose for...

Do it, make it work for you.

Thank you very much, Philip Marlowe.

Reservations. No,

she's not here today.

Hi, Joe. Dolores is

expecting me. -Go right in.

Our night? -All ours.

There's one piece

still missing. Lagardie.

It would help if he

used to be your husband.

Back in Brooklyn, a young

doctor with the mob,

a wife like you, a

man like Steelgrave?

It makes a tidy package. -The streets

are paved with forgotten husbands.

You must have loved him a lot.

-My husband? -Steelgrave.

It had to be someone who knew

both Steelgrave and Mavis.

Who could come and go in her

apartment as they pleased.

Who had access to the

gun Steelgrave gave her.

It comes up you.

Like I said, Mavis is a nice girl,

but why should she get hold of him?

You went to a lot of trouble.

And there is nothing you

can do about it. Is there?

... unless you want to destroy her.

And you wouldn't do that, would you?

You'd dream of those

great big eyes of hers!

Police department, please.

Police department.

Sergeant Parrish.

Hello, hello.

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