Flaming Spade by Petra Michelle
FADE IN: INT: PRIVATE DETECTIVE'S OFFICE - NIGHT Disheveled piles of papers dominate the DETECTIVE'S dimly lit office. When a WOMAN appears at the door, DETECTIVE (VO) Of all the detective agencies in every town, in all the world, she walks into mine. Without exchanging a word, she sits opposite SAM SPADE. SPADE Cigarette? WOMAN Sure. After lighting her cigarette, he sits on the edge of his desk facing her. SPADE You're looking good, Ilsa. Inhaling his compliment with her cigarette, she smirks. ILSA When I was referred to you, I had no idea it would be...you. SPADE Who'd you expect? ILSA The sensitive young man I wanted to marry. As Spade returns to his chair, ILSA You've got quite the reputation. SPADE What's that? ILSA A hard, no-nonsense detective. Exactly what I need now. SPADE Yeah? Why? ILSA I've been accused of embezzling thou...
