Murder, My Sweet
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:08:00
Okay. You find Velma.
:08:03
- She got a last name?
- Velma. Velma Valento.

:08:09
- How will I get in touch with you?
- I get in touch with you.

:08:17
I spent a buck in another bar
for some history.

:08:20
Mike Florian ran the joint until 1939.
:08:23
He died in 1940
in the middle of a glass of beer.

:08:26
His wife Jessie finished it for him.
:08:28
Tracing her was easy. I could do that.
:08:30
A bright third grader
could have done it, but not Malloy.

:08:33
He needed a private detective.
:08:36
She was a charming middle-aged lady
with a face like a bucket of mud.

:08:40
I gave her a drink.
She was a gal who'd take a drink...

:08:42
if she had to knock you down
to get the bottle.

:08:44
That liquor's been keeping
the right company all right.

:08:50
Just hold it careful, mister.
This ain't no time to drop anything.

:08:58
What was it we was talking about?
:09:00
The red-headed girl named Velma Valento.
:09:03
Used to work in your husband's place
on Central Avenue.

:09:06
Who was it you said you was, mister?
:09:10
There.
:09:15
A private cop.
:09:16
You didn't say that, mister...
:09:19
but I knew you wasn't no regular cop.
:09:22
No regular cop
ever bought a drink of that stuff.

:09:24
Do you remember Velma?
:09:26
- Who was that, copper?
- Velma.

:09:30
No. I don't seem to right off.
:09:35
What was it you said you wanted her for?
:09:37
I'm tracing her for a client of mine.
:09:42
I shouldn't ought to sit here
and bother with you...

:09:45
but when I like a guy
and he buys me a drink...

:09:48
the ceiling is the limit.
:09:52
Hold on to your chair
and don't step on no snakes.

:09:56
I got an idea.

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