Interior Daytime. Sam is seated at a desk in a 1940's stlye office with file cabinets, a leather couch, ..the late afternoon sun slants through the venitian blinds as smoke curls from a ciggarette Sam lights with a silver zippo. A trenchcoat and fedora hang on a coat rack in the corner, and as the camera pans we can see the lettering on the glass door " Sam Spade. Capitol Hill Private Eye"
Sam VO: It was a slow Wednesday afternoon here in the city of broken dreams... the usual collection of bums, cheaters, and two time losers had paraded through by four o'clock.. by now they were all back in their Senate offices. I was about to reach for the bottle of liquid solace I kept in the top desk drawer like I did every day about this time when she came though my door. I smelled trouble the minute she sat down and crossed those beautiful gams.
The 'Woman In Red' enters. She is about 30, blonde and buxom with a tight red dress, high heels, long gloves, ruby lips and a sway when she walks...
Woman: " Are you Mr Spade?"
Sam: " Like it says on the door sweetheart..."
Woman: " Well Mr Spade I was hoping you could help me with a missing persons case..."
Sam: " Missing person huh ... Who might the person be?'
Woman " It's my husband Mr Spade... My husband the governor.. I think he's in Argentina"
Sam VO; So that was how it started..... before this case was through she'd have me chasing half way around the hemisphere.... not your run of mill missing governor case, they usually turn up at the Mayflower with a hooker or two. No this one was different..
Woman: " I'm sure my husband is with another woman..he just hasn't been himself ever since he fell into that C street crowd, and started hanging around with that awful Mr Kyl........"
To Be Continued............
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