And the winners are:
Humphrey Bogart (33%) as Sam Spade
Sharon Stone (33%) as Ilsa
Thank you for voting!
INT. PRIVATE DETECTIVE'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Disheveled piles of papers dominate the DETECTIVE'S dimly lit office. When a WOMAN appears at the door,
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.
After lighting her cigarette, he sits on the edge of the desk facing her.
You're looking good, Ilsa.
Inhaling the compliment with her cigarette, she smirks.
When I was referred to you, I had no idea
it would be -- you.
Who'd you expect?
The sensitive young man I wanted to marry.
As Spade returns to his chair,
You've got quite the reputation.
A hard, no-nonsense detective. Exactly
what I need now.
I've been accused of embezzling thousands
of dollars from my husband.
As she abruptly rises,
I believed you once and I got a year in the
county jail. Why should I believe you now?
Spade notices the end of a revolver as the door slowly opens. He rushes to Ilsa, pulling her to the floor as a SHOT shatters the window.
Before I call the cops, tell me what's going on.
I don't know.
As he dials,
Here's looking at you kid--in jail.
Why, Sam? Why?
You broke my heart, baby.
I didn't ask you to steal that diamond
I would have stolen the county treasury
for you, and you knew it.
But I never wanted that, Sam. Never!
No. You wanted my heart.
And you never gave it to me.
Spade stares at her long and hard over the rim of his glass of gin. The phone RINGS, startling him, causing him to spill the drink on himself.
Suddenly, sparks fly from Spade's hands, his face, then all parts of his body. Ilsa recoils at the sight and flees as the sparks ignite the papers. In the flames,
We'll always have Paris. We'll always
have Paris. Here's looking at you, kid.
Here's looking at you, kid. I'm HAL of
the 9000 computer series.
(in slo mo)
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do...
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**