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I Don't know where she met him. |
Miss Wonderly, this is Mr. Archer, my partner. |
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I’m Sam Spade. Tom Polhaus phoned me. |
Precious, Miles has been shot……
Yes, he’s dead….. |
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If you want to know why we didn’t talk turkey
it’s because when I asked you who this Thursby
was you as good as told me it was none of my business. |
You shouldn’t have come here today,
precious. It wasn’t wise.. |
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You’re a detective, darling,
but—she didn’t kill him. |
You won’t need much of anybody’s help. You’re good.
You’re very good. It’s chiefly your eyes, I think,
and that throb you get in to your voice when you say
things like, “Be generous, Mr. Spade.” |
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I’ll ring four times---long, short,
long, short---so you’ll know it’s me. |
I intend to search your office, Mr. Spade.
I warn you that if you attempt to prevent me
I shall certainly shoot you. |
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Can I buy you with my body? |
I haven’t any rights at all, it seems,
where you’re concerned. |
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But I haven’t got the falcon.
I’ll have it in a week at the most, though. |
Oh, you liar! Oh, you dirty filthy liar!
She’s lying awfully. |
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Take it easy, Sam. |
It’s a black figure, as you know, smooth and
shiny, of a bird, a hawk or falcon, about that high. |
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Oh, I’m so tired, so tired of it all, of myself,
of lying and thinking up lies, and of not knowing what
is a lie and what is the truth. I wish I –
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Well, if you don’t want anything,
beat it, and don’t come back. |
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Sam's Women |
I was mad, Sam, and I
wanted to hurt you. |
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A crippled newsie took them away from him,
but I made him give them back. |
8:05 AM La Paloma from
Hong Kong. Sister, that’s it. |
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I see. You don’t think I’m naughty.
You just think I’m dumb. |
We’ve got the damned thing, angel. |
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Well, sir, we’re all here, as you can see for
yourself. Now let’s come in and sit down and be
comfortable and talk. |
Listen, Gutman, we’ve absolutely got to give them
a victim. There’s no way out of it. Let’s give them
the punk. He actually did shoot both of them –
Thursby and Jacobi—didn’t he? |
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I’ve taken all the riding from
you I’m going to take. |
Hello angel. Will you get the bundle
and bring it to me P.D.Q.? That’s
the girl—hustle. Bye. |
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Shall we stand here and shed tears and call each
other names? Or shall we go to Constantinople |
Tom, I’ve got something for you….yes, plenty.
Thursby and Jacobi were shot be a kid named
Wilmer Cook. He’s working for a man named
Casper Gutman. That fellow Cairo you met here
is in with them too…yes, that’s it. |
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I’m going to send you over. The chances are you’ll
get off with life. That means you’ll be out again
in twenty years. You’re an angel. I’ll wait for you.
If they hang you, I’ll always remember you. |
Morning, angel. So much for your woman’s intuition. |
