The Long Goodbye Page #2

- The son of a b*tch cat just left...

- Will you forget the goddamn cat?

- Coury Brand cat food?

- You got any?

We know what time Terry Lennox left the

Malibu Colony and what time he got here.

Your girlfriends were so busy making

hash pies, they didn't notice anything.

- What the hell is this, Marlowe?

- It's a baby shoe.

Lennox left his car in your garage

and then he went somewhere.

Since you went somewhere also,

it would seem logical

that you went somewhere together.

Suppose you tell me where.

I don't have to answer any questions you

ask unless you have a specific charge.

So if you don't have a specific charge,

I'd appreciate it if you'd just go on down...

Dayton, do we have

a specific charge against Marlowe?

- Goddammit.

- We do now.

- Marlowe, if you broke my partial...

- Come on. Your partial!

- Get up.

- You're not gonna pull this sh*t, are you?

- Read it to him.

- You gonna read something to me?

- You have the right to remain silent...

- My rights. I got a lot of rights.

- You got any cotton candy?

- Right profile.

Right profile.

Is there a merry-go-round around here?

- Straight ahead.

- Straight ahead.

My, my. You are a pretty a**hole.

- My mother always tells me that.

- Let's get some prints.

- Right here.

- Thank you.

- We have a room for you.

- You got a towel to wipe this off?

- Use your shirt.

- This is my good shirt.

- You'll all be together in paradise.

- Thank you.

They got you too, huh, man?

How's your cat?

- Ran away. How's your girl?

- She got busted at a protest rally.

I had to bust the pig that busted her, man.

Come on. Come on, goddammit.

- He's all yours.

- I bought some cat food.

This is question and answer time.

Sit down. Sit down!

Sit down, Mr Marlowe. Don't dirty up

our joint. Sit down, right here.

What's your name?

My name? Donald Duck.

You know my name.

- What's your name?

- My name is Philip Marlowe.

He's a real cutie pie, Lieutenant.

- A smart ass, that's what he is.

- That's what I meant.

Why don't you learn

to say what you mean?

He's a real smart ass, Lieutenant.

Hi, boys. Who's in there?

J Edgar Hoover's in there?

Sure. They're all peeping through.

- With an E? You got an E on your name?

- Yeah.

- That sounds like a fag name.

- Is that what you are?

I'm a fag, but anybody called

Philip Marlowe has gotta be a fag.

- Sounds like an Exeter Academy fag.

- Right, right.

What are you here for, Marlowe?

I'm getting ready for the big game

Saturday. We're playing Notre Dame.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I'm getting into my make-up.

You got a banjo?

I'll do my Al Jolson routine.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I'm getting ready to sing "Swanee".

- Sure, I get it. Al Jolson.

- He was OK.

Damn right he was OK.

But what the hell are we doing here?

- Just sweating.

- You don't tie in. This suit, the name.

- What are you from, a prep school?

- It was a long time ago.

- No, I never went to a prep school.

- No, you don't look like prep school.

But that's not important. You'd better have

the right answers when Farmer gets here.

Here's your man, Lieutenant.

A real cutie pie.

- Nice to meet you, sir.

- You're looking very good. Sit down.

We don't want you banged up. Somebody

might get the wrong impression.

Tell me, Marlowe, why can't you

answer one simple question?

I don't like the way you ask questions

and I don't know what you wanna know.

- Are you crazy?

- Yeah.

He's the cutie pie, Lieutenant.

You're the smart ass,

you little honky bastard.

- I'll throw the book at you.

- What's the charges?

Don't give me that innocent crap.

You expect me to believe

that Terry Lennox showed up,

you drove him someplace

and he didn't tell you?

- That's what I've been telling you.

- You wanna hear the charges? OK.

- Accessory after the fact of murder.

- Who's dead?

- Aiding a felon in unlawful flight.

- Who's dead?

Terry Lennox's wife, that's who's dead.

And not a nice dead.

- I don't believe it.

- She's dead. That's obvious.

- So what don't you believe?

- That Terry Lennox could kill her.

You don't believe

he could beat a woman to death?

- How long have you known him?

- A long time.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- A long time.

- From college?

- I didn't go to college.

So you didn't go to college.

What was his real name?

- You guys know his real name.

- We know, but you tell me.

Lenny Potts.

It wasn't fancy enough, so he changed it.

Fancy?

Fancy my ass!

The man's a gambler, a hood,

thick as thieves with Marty Augustine.

So what does that mean?

He was always splitting up with his wife.

- He loved his wife.

- Was she cheating on him?

Are you cheating on your wife?

Maybe. But my wife's not dead.

Was he cheating on her?

Is your wife cheating on you?

How come you know so little about your

dear old pal? Or are you dummying up?

Last night what did he tell you?

That he was in a jam

with his gambling associates?

That he was fighting with his wife again?

What excuse did he give you?

The hell with it. Take him out. Book him.

- F*** you!

- Stand in line, baby.

Come on.

While I was waiting

for my dog to come back,

we just went in, we went to the

Saugus Cafe and decided to toss a few.

We were getting out,

and I get in my car, I get my dog,

and we're riding down Lankershim...

There are more cops on

Lankershim Boulevard than in this place.

So I go down, I see the red lights

behind me and I figure: OK. So I pull over.

- Cat comes up to the car and he says...

- OK, Marlowe. On your feet.

- Keep it clean, Socrates.

- Great. Thanks a lot.

So, anyway...

Get dressed, Marlowe.

You're not coming back.

- Know what they got in here now?

- It's about time.

- They got people that smoke marijuana.

- Aren't you afraid your lips will fall off?

Possession's what you get in here for.

Possession of noses, of gonads, of life.

Someday all the pigs are gonna be in here

and all the people are gonna be out there.

You can bet on that. You're not in here. It's

just your body. See you when you get out.

- Hands on the counter.

- But I already...

- Philip Marlowe, over here.

- What's going on?

- Sign the card.

- What is going on, please?

- You're free.

- I was free to begin with.

Is anybody gonna explain why my ass

has been in there for three days?

Could you tell me something?

Is Lieutenant Farmer around?

Wait a second. Farmer. They're just now

letting me free. I appreciate that.

Could you explain to me

what's happening?

We don't have any further use for you.

I know that, but did you drop the charges?

- Now we got all our answers.

- What happened?

Terry Lennox is dead, Marlowe.

The case is closed.

What do you mean, Terry Lennox is dead?

You're not gonna find anything in that.

Morgan, how you doing?

What'd they pick you up for?

I heard they were springing you.

Got a way to get home?

No. These mothers bring you here but

they don't care about how you get back.

I'll give you a lift home. There's a few

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