Raymond Chandler's Philip Marlowe, played by Bogart,
chats up the clerk, played by Dorothy Malone,
to get information about a pornographer posing
as a rare bookseller across the street.
She likes his game, he likes her looks.
It starts to rain.
He produces a bottle of rye whiskey, saying he could
go outside and get wet waiting in the rain for his mark,
but "I'd a lot rather get wet in here."
She evidently agrees, as she then locks the door,
pulls the shade, and lets down her hair.
Fade out to whatever dalliance amuses you most -
fade in to Marlowe walking out the door, the clerk
behind him coyly inviting him to return on whatever
pretense he likes.
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