:18:03
Say, you're Dashiell Hammett,
aren't you?
:18:08
- That's what my birth certificate says.
- I'm a big admirer of yours.
:18:12
- I'm a writer too.
- Oh, really?
:18:14
Newspaperman. Salt, Gary Salt.
:18:18
I really liked Dead Yellow Women...
:18:20
Yeah, I guess you're
just following me around in this alley
:18:22
- to get my autograph, right?
- Oh, well, no. Actually, well,
:18:26
the fact is
the fella who was with you there...
:18:29
- You mean Jimmy Ryan?
- Well, that's it, Mr. Hammett.
:18:32
- What do you want with him?
- I have something for him.
:18:35
Oh, really? That's interesting.
:18:38
Well, he's probably over at Cookies'.
Come on, I'll introduce you.
:18:43
Well, yeah.
Gee, thanks, Mr. Hammett.
:18:46
Where's the next pickup?
:18:50
Come on, Salt.
:18:52
I won't let him hurt you.
:19:00
- Hi, Sam.
- Hello, Mike.
:19:04
I'd say, "I don't wanna
hear this crap. Piss off."
:19:10
Instead, I said, "Let's have a drink."
:19:17
- Hello, Helen.
- How you doing, Sam?
:19:19
- Oh, sorry.
- Excuse me.
:19:22
- Buddy, how's tricks?
- You're kind of late tonight, ain't you?
:19:25
I guess.
:19:28
Looking for a pal of mine.
:19:29
Camel-hair coat,
brown hat, about 6 feet.
:19:33
Nobody here tonight except regulars.
:19:38
- Thanks anyway.
- What'll it be, pal?
:19:40
Nothing, thanks.
:19:42
He isn't here.
:19:44
Don't worry, he'll be here.
:19:47
Why don't you do yourself a favor
and tell me what you want him for.
:19:51
Well, it has to do with Chinatown.
:19:54
My wife left me.
She just walked out.
:19:56
I'm working on this story, freelance.
It's a freelance job.