:32:05
So you "do" remember. You came back for
the photos and couldn't get in the house.
:32:09
Well, the photos are gone, so don't worry.
Just forget you were ever here.
:32:13
- Leave it to Reilly.
:32:15
I've got to go "now"!
:32:19
I was hoping to see Mr Geiger.
:32:23
We don't know where he is.
:32:25
Oh, really?
:32:27
- You are friends of his, of course?
- We just dropped by for a book.
:32:32
- Books, eh?
- Yeah.
:32:35
- Well, we'll, uh... trot along now.
- The little lady can go.
:32:39
But I'd like to talk to you, soldier.
:32:42
Stay awhile.
:32:48
Blood.
:32:50
Quite a lot of blood.
:32:51
Is that so?
:32:53
- I'll call the police.
- Yeah, you do that.
:32:57
Who the hell are you?
:32:59
Philip Marlowe. I'm a private investigator.
:33:02
- From America?
- Way back.
:33:06
- How come you had a key?
- I own this house.
:33:09
Well, well!
:33:11
You're Eddie Mars, aren't you?
:33:13
I knew you owned the Cheval Club, but I
didn't know you went in for pornography.
:33:17
I'm after Geiger for... personal reasons.
:33:21
I'm not part of his rackets.
:33:23
Maybe you killed him to muscle in.
:33:25
Geiger didn't turn up at the store today.
I hear somebody moved his stock out.
:33:31
- I like to know what my tenants are up to.
- Funny. "My" landlord never bothers.
:33:35
Marlowe...
Stop believing you're so amusing...
:33:39
...and stay away from this house.
:33:43
And stay further away from me, all right?
:33:46
I'll just drift.
:33:49
Oh, by the way... how's "Mrs" Mars?
:33:53
We have a mutual friend, she and me.
An Irishman named Rusty Regan.