Pulp Fiction, 1942 · page 41 of 116
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This is a text page from a pulp crime or detective fiction story titled "Filmtown Fadeout" (page 39). The prose describes a violent confrontation between characters named Rocky, Hunt, and Rawlins, involving gunfire and physical combat in what appears to be an amusement park setting. The narrative then shifts to police discovering the scene, with a detective named Lew Jensen and a character named Greg arriving at a hospital. A small illustration at the bottom shows a woman's portrait in profile. The text focuses on action, mystery, and crime-solving elements typical of hardboiled detective pulp fiction.
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ate ne ee ee old jalopy of yours stop outside the building, looked out and saw you. ; “Hid, and shot me when the right time came,” Rocky interrupted, biting his lip against the pain needling his whole body. “You had already plugged Rawlins rather than pay him off. You had hidden the corpse in one of the rest rooms when I came up. Then you dragged it out again. You left things so the cops would think Rawlins and I had shot it out, or that maybe I had killed the dentist, then inflicted a wound on myself.” | Rocky’s teeth clieked together. He had been studying Hunt closely, try- ing to gauge the second the murderer would break, squeeze trigger. But now Rocky’s weakened legs gave. He buckled in a heap the same second the shot came. At first he thought it was because of the bullet that he had fallen. Then sounded the erash of a picture falling off the wall behind him, and he knew the collapse had saved his life. More than that, it gave him a pre- cious second of time. He grabbed the suitcase Donna had been kneeling on, slung it skidding across the waxed floor, straight into Hunt’s legs. Both men scrambled like two kids FILMTOWN FADEOUT Oo on the revolving, slippery floor of a fun machine in an amusement park. But Rocky Rhodes didn’t make the mistake of trying to stand. He crawled, reached Hunt as he got te one knee, leveled the gun again. Flinging his dead weight against Hunt, Rocky held him down with one arm and his last bit of strength, beat weakly and futilely with his other That was how Lew Jensen and the men from Homicide found him. Rocky went completely out when they pullec him away, but not before he tole them: “Hunt’s your murderer. Don’t le him get away!” The taxi driver entered with a couple of uniformed eops. “Hell! he exclaimed. “Good thing I got sus- picious of that guy’s bloody shirt!” Rocky Rhodes read about the whole thing in the morning papers. And he learned that Jensen found the black- mail picture of Donna stolen from Rawlins’ office, in Hunt’s pocket. That was payoff evidence. After he’d finished the papers Greg entered the hospital room. His small, pinched face was wreathed in a grin. He couldn’t speak. He just pumped Rocky’s good arm. OO) COMI A S (C(O) nn