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GOBLE:

You asked for it.

BRANDON:

I'm still asking. What do you want?

GOBLE:

I'm not sure I want anything from

you. You might want something from

me.

BRANDON:

Name it.

GOBLE:

Information--protection--you might

even want to hire me to go home

and listen to the radio. That's

the funny part of my business--

once in a while, I get hired not

to work.

(pause)

Nice girl you were with last night.

Known her long?

Brandon picks the card off the desk, tosses it into waste

paper basket.

BRANDON:

Private eye?

GOBLE:

You guessed it. The card's phony.

I got plenty of 'em. Different

names, different jobs. I work out

of San Francisco. Go anywhere, do

anything. All it takes is the

folding.

BRANDON:

What are your rates?

GOBLE:

$40 a day and expenses. Expenses

run pretty high on a case like

this. I'm a long way from home. I

don't have a B.C. Licence. I'd

need about $500 for a retainer.

BRANDON:

What have you got on Miss Mayfield?

GOBLE:

Mayfield? Oh, that girl you were

with last night. You haven't hired

me yet. Mr. Brandon.

Brandon moves quickly around the desk, grabs Goble, and

jerks him to his feet.

BRANDON:

(with cold savagery)

That's a nice hard knee you've

got, Goble. How'd you like to trade

it for a broken neck?

GOBLE:

(calmly)

Quit trying to scare me, Mr.

Brandon, I'm neurotic.

BRANDON:

I don't know whether to knock your

teeth down your throat--or call

the police--or just give you twenty

bucks to go out and buy yourself a

clean nose.

Brandon hurls him away. Goble staggers back, without losing

his balance. He smiles. Brandon stares back at him savagely

for a moment, then goes back around his desk and sits down.

GOBLE:

You hurt my feelings. I ought to

raise the price to be a thousand.

BRANDON:

If I call the police, your price

will go down to a minus sign.

GOBLE:

Bluff. You've waited too long.

BRANDON:

For five hundred, what do I get?

GOBLE:

I go home and paint the kitchen.

BRANDON:

For two hundred?

GOBLE:

I stick around and wait for the

five hundred.

BRANDON:

You mentioned information.

GOBLE:

Sorry. Another client paid for

that. You can hire me not to use

it.

BRANDON:

A thousand.

GOBLE:

(hesitates--then)

Got it on you?

BRANDON:

Got the information on you?

GOBLE:

Get it in half an hour.

Brandon takes out his wallet, takes some bills out of it,

throws then across the desk.

BRANDON:

There's two hundred. I'll meet you

in an hour--where we met last night

GOBLE:

Why not here?

BRANDON:

I don't like your perfume in my

office. Make it somewhere else if

you don't like Charlie's.

GOBLE:

Charlie's suits me fine. I don't

scare.

He reaches for the money, stands up and puts it in his

pocket.

GOBLE:

You pay the check, you pick the

joint. See you.

He exits scene.

WIPE TO:

EXT. HOTEL - FOOT OF THE GARDENS/WALL -- DAY

Betty and Killaine are learning on a wall, looking out

over Puget Sound.

KILLAINE:

Down below's Stanley Park. On the

other side of the trees, there's a

beach. You can see it.

(points over to

left)

Steveston's over there. Coast Guard

station.

(points to right)

There's the Yacht Club, and beyond

it, the docks. The over on the

other side of the inlet, there's

Grouse Mountain. It's about 4000

feet high. There's a restaurant on

top of it. Very nice restaurant.

(he turns to Betty)

I'm sorry we couldn't have met in

pleasanter circumstances, Miss

Mayfield.

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