A very well regarded travel writer and novelist gives Marlowe his last ride, raising him from Baja stupor and setting him on a manhunt for a ghost, only to find a woman worth pursuing through a Mexico of magic and danger. Marlowe was always a masochist, always a chin-first boxer and smartass of the highest order, and when his habits catch up to him, reduce him to a tequila-soaked has-been, we see that he's always been chasing a skirt, but it is one particular skirt, the red one that's always vanishing just around the corner.
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