This is a film with Humphrey Bogart as detective Philip Marlowe in which he attempts to solve a few murders and find a few lost people…all while working for a wealthy Colonel confined to a wheelchair who likes to try to get his detectives drunk before he sends them out to protect his two daughters.
None of it makes any sense. You need a flow chart to figure out everything that is going on, who killed who and why does one of the daughters win $28,000 at the casino run by one of the potential masterminds of the plot only to have it stolen from her in the parking lot…until Marlowe gets it back for her, but discovers that there was no money in the bag to start with. And it had nothing to do with the story…whatever that was.
Anyway, today I called the local police to ask them about an arrest for murder they made. I was told I had to talk to the sheriff. So, I asked the Sheriff. He said he could talk to me later. I called but and was told to call someone else. When I called there, the guy told me who they arrested, on what charge they arrested him and when he would be arraigned. He really was the guy to talk to. I had all the facts and hung up.
However, I forgot to ask who was killed, when he was killed, or where he was killed. This may leave a gaping hole in my story.
Life imitating art, I guess.
