“Greed. Death Valley,” she said. “The Devil’s Golf Course. The great part in Greed, when the two men and the mule are stuck out in the desert. There is this sandstorm and the mule walks off with their water and the one guy hits the other one with the shovel – I think it was the dentist – and they die of thirst in Death Valley. Made in 1924, if I’m not mistaken. From Greed to Sunset Boulevard, now there’s a trip.”
“Who the hell cares? You people and your movies, you arty people, you make me sick, you remind me of my brother.”
She reached across him and clicked open the glove compartment, taking out a pack of cigarettes: KOCMOC. Dark blue with a sleek white rocket and a red star under it. “Have a Kosmos?”
“You smoke Russian?” Danny said.
“I found them in an old briefcase this morning,” s
