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Nine hundred
and eleventy-two.

Forty.

Eleventy-twelve.

Six hundred
and seventy-sixty.

Hey, hey, watch out
for the cast.

If I want your help,
I'll ask Big Bird.

Hey, what are you doin' up there?

Watch it, Dad.
It's a cop.

Counting.

Come down here a minute.
I wanna talk to ya.

Un momento.

Por favor.

I never thought
they'd finish. Come on, snake.

You have a defective tail light here.

I'm gonna have to
give you a citation.

Right.

Would you please take your
driver's licence out of your wallet?

Thank you.

May I see your car
registration, please?

Ah, it's in the
glove compartment.

I have a gun in there.

Step around to the front
of the car, please.

All the way around to the front.

You got a licence for this?

Right in there.

Would you get it, please?

No way to treat a weapon.

I got kids.

What are you
doin' here, anyway?

I'm an industrial investigator.

He's a private eye.

He really is, you know.

A private eye.

You got one message here.

Jack Wi... Withers of
Jack's Turkeys called.

He wants to know if you
finished counting the gobblers.

Tell him I want a
certified cheque for $120,

and all the dirty secrets
of turkey land will be his.

- Okay. Bye-bye.
- Say, $120?

That's almost half what you owe
for October child support.

Two-thirds.

Look, if you're
gonna get technical,

I don't ask you to be
late on your payments

three out of every
four months.

Suzanne, do me a favour.

Next time, divorce
a corporate lawyer, okay?

I'll be back for
the kids next week.

I don't think you're completing
the source of your relationships.

You see, when you complete
the source of your relationships,

your life can be about
having full, rich,

nurturing, satisfying
relationships.

As opposed to spending your life
in the process of completing relationships.

Who's the bimbo?

Randy Esterhaz.

Randy's a trainer with BEST,

Bradley Entirely Scientific Therapy.

Randy, this is my
ex-husband, Moses Wine.

Hi.

Randy's going to
enrol me in the training.

Nice.

Moses, Suzanne tells me that
you're a private detective.

Well, that must be very supportive in
helping you to retain the child in you.

That's one.

It's happy Halloween
for the 49ers tonight

as they lead Los Angeles...

...in two touchdowns
here in the third quarter.

Well, Robbie, I must say the trick's
being played on LA tonight.

That end run is good
for another first down.

That means a treat for San Francisco.

You know, we've got a lot of
VIPs here in the stadium.

Gubernatorial candidate
George Dillworthy and his children...

Colonel Mustard
in the dining room with the rope.

I'm told the other candidate,

Congressman Miles Hawthorne...

...Is at the "Save the Whales
and Dolphins" concert.

Hello.

LA 9, San Francisco 17.

You owe me $100.

It's not over yet, ya sadist.

Colonel Mustard in the dining room
with the rope.

Imperialist Munzer
is up to no good.

Trick or treat,
smell my feet.

Give me something
good to eat.

Wanna buy a duck?

Happy toothache!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You look really neat

for a short kid.

Could be Mrs Peacock.

Could be the lascivious
Miss Scarlett.

Then again, not.

Ha! Miss Scarlett, you've come.

I'm a volunteer for
Congressman Miles Hawthorne.

Terrific.

We would welcome
your support.

Would you like instructions
on how to register any dead relatives

who might be avid
Hawthorne supporters?

"Any dead relatives"?

No, I don't think so.
But, er...

would you like to, er... come in here,

and, er... perhaps we could have
our own little election right now.

I will back your candidate if you
pull my lever.

You degenerate sexist pig.

Lila Shea.

- You knew, didn't you?
- All the time.

It's been ten years.

Come in here.

The last time I saw you,

we were in the back
of a Chrysler hearse...

- Cadillac hearse.
- Cadillac hearse,

- across from People's Park.
- Making love.

Why didn't I ever see you again?

Oh, at that time I thought
monogamy was a male conspiracy.

Oh! What about now?

Now, I am sure it is!

- Same old Moses.
- Same old Lila.

What happened to your arm?

I broke it during
karate exercises.

It's part of my training!

I heard about
what you're doing.

It's just a job.

Any good at it?

Sometimes.

You're lookin' great.

So what are you up to, huh?

The Hawthorne thing
was a gag, wasn't it?

No, it's not a gag.

Miles Hawthorne, for real.

You're really working for him.

Uh-huh. Part-time.

Now I know
you're kidding. Oh, shit!

- I had LA by nine points.
- No, I'm serious, Moses.

- We need you down at headquarters.
- Come on, Stockhausen!

Come on. Let's go
down to the quarters.

Hold on, Lila, Lila, I have
not rung doorbells since 1967.

You're an investigator,
aren't you?

Yeah. So?

We need an investigator.

I have a much better idea.
Why don't we just stay here,

and pick up where we left off
in the days of protest?

We could pretend there's some tear gas
coming through the door,

and we can put on an old
Buffalo Springfield album.

Cut the bullshit, Moses.

This is a real job.

- We wanna pay you.
- Oh. Well...

Hello.

You owe me
a hundred dollars. Ha ha ha ha!

I get a hundred dollars
plus expenses, okay?

Dork.

- Where were we”?
- Come on, let's go.

Miles Hawthorne.
"The People's Friend."

Hmm. Don't talk to me
from leaders, Lila, please.

And Hawthorne,
a real good choice.

I used to think my razor was dull
until I heard him speak.

Moses, please.

Come in!

Look, I've got some people here.
If it worries you so much,

just take care of it yourself.
All right?

Moses Wine?

Hi. I'm Sam Sebastian,
Southern California co-ordinator.

What happened to your hand?

Bar fight with a Bircher.

Oh. Here, sit down.

Listen, I'm sorry
to get you out so... so late.

That's okay. The longer I stayed
at home, the poorer I was getting.

Listen, I'm very happy you're showing
so much support for Hawthorne.

- Well, it's n...
- He's the man California needs. Let's face it...

Hold it, hold it. Save it for
the kids in the 18th precinct, okay?

It's a little late in the day
for political hoo-hah.

You don't care who
wins this campaign, do ya?

You said it.

Okay.

What do you, er...

What do you know
about the Underground?

We need someone who
can move in that world.

Someone who'll be trusted.

I understand you are the man.

Now, what do you know
about the Underground?

What everybody else does.

You went to Berkeley, didn't ya?

That's right.

Didn't you know
some of them personally?

That's not true.
I just knew people

who knew people,
like everybody else.

What about Howard Eppis?

What about Howard Eppis?

"Brothers and sisters
and fellow Californians,

"join with me in supporting
Miles Hawthorne for governor.

"I have spoken with
the congressman

"and I am convinced he can
teach us to co-operate

"the way others have done
in Europe and Asia.

"Back a man who backs the people.

"Share the wealth. Vote for Hawthorne.
Howard Eppis.”

It's not funny, I know.

Do you realise what that can
do to us in Orange County?

"Share the wealth"?

- Well, did he talk with the congressman?
- Of course not!

My problem is finding out
who's behind this,

whether it's Eppis or not,
and stopping him fast.

And if it's a Dillworthy smear,

I want everybody to know about it.

Who do you think
won the game tonight?

Where did you get this guy?

Oh, shit, Moses.

"Oh, shit"?
I was watching the game.

I was playing Clue,
perfecting my craft.

You come along and drag me out here
for Miles goddamn Hawthorne.

This is a man who thinks
that Captain Kangaroo

is a politically controversial figure.

I will go with you, Moses.

Maybe together, we can
persuade Eppis to lay off.

That's assuming that we can find him.

I mean, the cops have been looking
for this guy for seven years, right?

And they're not exactly unschooled
in this kind of business.

Look, you were
a campus activist in the Sixties.

You've got a background
for this job.

Do you want it or don't you?

Here's $150 on account.

Well, some people sell out for
seven minutes on a talk show.

Okay...

Where'd you get this thing?

Someone from the printer's office
sent it to us.

A man named, er...

- Johnson.
- Right. His address is on the back.

Okay.

Beats counting turkeys.

Well, first we have to find
someone who knew Eppis,

like his attorney Nick Spitzler.

How'd you get to be
a detective, anyway?

Well, I wasn't doin' nothin', and...

a lawyer friend of mine asked me
to verify an accident report,

and, ever since then,
it's been...

divorces,
and a couple of welfare cases.

Mostly a lot of process serving.

Gotten pretty cynical,
haven't you, Moses?

The Sixties are over, Lila.

Are they?

Hey.

Moses Wine is a private detective.

Yup.

Tacky.

You're workin' for Miles Hawthorne.

Tacky.

...twice. The final score,
the Rams 3, 49ers 24.

Not in ten years has this reporter

seen a Los Angeles team fall apart
so badly as in the final...

Mama Tass, SDS...

Eppis.

Hello.

Daddy, I can't sleep.

You in bed?

Okay.

I went to the animal fair.

The birds and the beasts were there.

The big baboon
by the light of the moon.

Was combing his auburn hair.

The monkey, he got drunk.

And sat on the elephant's trunk.

The elephant sneezed
and fell to his knees.

And that was the end of the monk,
the monk, the monk, the monk...

What was the name of that guy...

I could never do that.

What was the name
of that guy that, er...

The big behemoth?
The mouth-breather that...

that was in love with you
when I was...

- Donald.
- Donald, Donald.

I'll bet he's a
Hawthorne supporter, too.

Get off it, Moses.

You don't always have
to say "no" to everything.

Hawthorne may not
be Mahatma Gandhi,

but he's got a good position
on property taxes.

He supports Vasquez
and the farm workers,

and he's better than Dillworthy
by a long shot.

So don't be misled by
the titles of this course.

There's no such
thing as labour law.

Just a series
of rules and regulations

laid down by one class
to oppress another.

Any questions?

Yeah, is this class pass/fail,

or are you going to mark
the midterm examinations?

And what does that have to do
with the Joe Hill case?

Well, grades may not
be so important to you,

but I need at least a 3.1
to get into dental school.

Well, I hope you make it.

Dismissed.

Mr Spitzler, my name is Moses Wine.

This is Lila Shea.
Like to talk to you for a moment.

Are you students here?

No. We were at Berkeley in '68.

I remember when you spoke
at the student union

the day after they freed
the California Four.

We gave you a standing ovation.

Half that audience were police agents.

What happened to you?

Er... the usual. I was...

A cop was hassling this black kid
in Compton and I was an idiot.

Listen, er...
we need something from you.

I'm not practicing law
this semester.

- I can give you a recommendation.
- No, no, no, it's not that.

It's something a
little more, er... involved.

We're trying to get
in touch with someone.

Howard Eppis.

You're joking.

No.

Well, I haven't... I haven't seen Eppis
since about a week after the trial.

I read about his escapades
in the paper.

Bank robberies,
current bombings, trips to Cuba.

He's a real showman.

But I haven't had any
personal contact with him.

You know anyone who might?

Maybe Luis Vasquez.

Oh, we can't reach him.
We phoned,

but he's all over the state
backing Proposition 9.

What about the Linkers?

They don't seem to have
abandoned revolutionary activity.

Bombing the Bank of the Pacific
when nobody's interested anymore.

What a waste.

Do you have any suggestions?

I'm still the Linkers' attorney.

I'll try to get you in to see "em.

Thank you.
Appreciate it.

You have five minutes.

No touching.

Keep your hands on
the table at all times.

Hi. Welcome to the Bastille.

What's the radio for?

Spitzler got it.

Interference.

Please change the channel.

Get some rock 'n' roll.

Oldies but goodies.

Sing it.

- Ooh-ah...
- What?

Sing!

Why do fools fall in love?

Why do birds sing so gay?

And lovers awake at break of day.

Why do they fall in lo-ove?

What do you want?

Why does the rain
fall from up above?

Why do fools fall in love?

Why do they fall in lo-ove?

We don't know
and we don't care.

It's a little hard to
keep track of people.

I know that you think.

That that fool is me.

Tell me why...

Do you know anyone who might?

No touching.

Tell me why.

How long are they in for?

Forever.

Procari?
Oscar Procari?

No, I don't think they meant him.

I think they mean the son,
Oscar Procari Jr.

What's he got to do with it?

Well, if I remember correctly,

he financed the entire defence team
of the California Four.

You'd better check the back issues
of the Beverly Hills phone books, too.

I got it! Here it is!

Procari, Oscar Jr.

It's disconnected.

Well, let's drive over there.

Why did I break up with you?

You didn't break up with me.
I broke up with you.

Come on.

Oscar Procari's office, please.

Yes, I'd like to speak to Mr Procari.

This is Moses Wine.
I'm calling in regards to his son.

Pardon me?

No.

No, I'm not a member of the
Pacific Athletic Club, ma'am.

No, I'm not a member of the
George Club either. I'm sorry.

I used to be a member of the Automobile
Club, though, if that's any help.

You know, you made one hell
of a mistake with me.

What?

Breaking up.

Hey, listen. Listen.

Let me do the talking, okay?

Okay.

You're the dick.

I'm the dick.

Mr Johnson, please.

Mr Johnson.

- Johnson.
- Yes.

- Johnson.
- Yes. Ernest Dupree, State Committee...

Dupree?

Ernest Dupree, State Committee
on Fair Play in Elections.

- State Committee on what?
- Fair Play in Elections.

This is Miss Bottoms, my assistant.

- Associate.
- How do you do?

I'm fine. I'm pleased
to meet you, Mr Johnson.

We're here to see
about these flyers.

- You wanna let me do it?
- What?

I'll handle it, please.
We're here to see about the flyers.

- The flyers.
- You called about these flyers.

Er... These flyers.

Oh, that flyer. Yeah.

Well, don't get me wrong.

But this... This is the stuff they used
to write on shit... outhouse walls.

I'm sorry there are
50,000 of 'em already out.

We're very sorry about that, too,
Mr Johnson.

Could you tell us
who ordered these flyers?

- What?
- Who?

- Who?
- Who? Who ordered the flyers?

- Well, I can't tell ya that.
- Why not?

It ain't my department.

And it's not right.
It's not right.

Yeah, that's not necessarily so...

- The client. The client.
- What?

We keep confidential.
Now, that's confidential.

Some dick.

Er... Mr Johnson...

You know how sometimes,
something is right,

but something else is more right?

You know?

And you know how
ya always wanna do

the thing that's most right?
Right?

Right.

And since you are
an American, law-abiding citizen,

you wouldn't want to see
anyone win anything

that he didn't get
fair and square, would you?

- That's right.
- Right.

So, why don't you get
the purchase orders...

So that you and Miss Bottoms
could straighten...

So we could put a stop
to this right now.

Right. What she said.

Okay.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

That's a felony.
Jesus, Lila. Hey!

You wanna spend six months
in the hoosegow

because of creepo Hawthorne?

Only if I get conjugal visits.

"All Weather Electronics,
2380 Olympic Boulevard."

- What happened to Miss Bottoms?
- What?

- Miss Bottoms.
- What?

What happened to Mi...

Whatever happened to you and Suzanne?

She split about three years ago,

right after Simon's second birthday.

Hmm. Why?
What'd you do to her?

I didn't do anything to her!

Oh, geez!

She wanted me to
graduate law school

and make 100 thou a year

and live in Malibu
and support liberal causes.

What did I do to her? Gee!

I was gonna marry Phil Dixon.

Phil Dixon?

We were living together.

Until I joined a women's
consciousness raising group.

Ah. He didn't want to
take his turn doing the dishes.

No. He did the dishes.

He just got really curious about
what we were saying all the time.

When we would have meetings,

he would hide at the top of the stairs
and listen to everything.

Stuff about women
having affairs, turning gay.

Well, one night,
one of our best friends

was talking about
leaving her old man

and, er... taking up
with her sister's husband.

He fell over the balcony!

He was so mortified.

Well, I could see...

He turned celibate!

So I waited.

And I, er... waited,
and I thought about women,

and I waited and...

Listen. Er...

Er... Do you think that, er...

we could, er...

Yes.

Good.

Okay, you make the hash brownies,

I will bring three bottles of tequila.

Oh, Moses, I'm not cooking for you.

And after three bottles of tequila,

you better not go celibate on me.

Okay.

One bottle.

Moses.

Better come in here, quick.

Lila.

I said, will you come in here, please?

We're not running
a daycare centre, you know.

Look, did you have to
give them those handouts?

Hey, Moses, look,
this isn't a dating service.

Oh, please. Come on.

- It's a political campaign.
- Hi, Dad.

Hey, what are you two doin' here?

Mom had to attend
her BEST pre-seminar.

Her what?

She has to practise
sitting in one place

for eight hours without peeing.

So she called your service.

BEST, huh?
That's two, Randy.

Wanna get your finger
outta your nose?

Why, we hire you to do a job

and we end up taking care
of your whole family.

Whaddaya got?

Not much. I'm trying to track down
this guy Oscar Procari Jr.

- Oh, Jesus.
- He might be able to lead us to Eppis.

Well, what could the kid tell you?

Sam, he was...
he funded the entire defence team

- at the California Four trial.
- Yeah, but he was just a money man.

They only wanted his father's money.

And when he gave it to them,
the old man disinherited him flat.

And that's the whole story
of Oscar Procari Jr.

How do you know all this?

I knew him in 1969.
I was in the ACLU.

Look, he's useless, Moses.
He's a useless creep.

Forget about him.

You have no idea
where he is now?

Probably in Kathmandu
for all I know. What else you got?

I got the address of the man
who ordered the flyers.

- Have you seen him?
- No, I was...

Well, see him.
Take your kids with you.

You got four days, Wine.

Come on, you two,
let's go. Hey!

Tonight.

Can we see Godzilla vs. Megalon?

Not now.

You promised, you promised,
you promised we can see Godzilla.

Look at those
people kissing. Yuck!

The last democratic
election took place in Athens

2,000 years ago.
And even then, the right man lost.

This is democracy
because two jerks and other...

- Moses.
- What?

I want you to listen to this.

See, Mr Seymour Bittleman,
you should pardon the expression...

- Hiya, Seymour.
- ...has developed an absurd misconception of history.

After seventy years of struggle,
he now defines democracy

as a contest between
two nothings over nothing.

I merely said that we should
give these gentlemen

the common courtesy
of listening

to what they have to say.

- And you.
- What?

- Worse.
- Why?

Your service tells me
you're working for Hawthorne.

California's answer to melba toast.

That's the thing, Aunt Sonya,
something came up, er...

an address that I have
to follow through on,

so, I'd like to leave the kids
with you until dinnertime.

- Whaddaya say?
- What's wrong with your ex-wife?

The guru teaching her
to sleep on nails?

It's not a guru anymore.

It's a BEST trainer.

So, just could you... Could you...
Could you keep 'em until dinnertime?

Come on, do me a favour.
Whaddaya say?

Keep them here with me
in this gay and uplifting atmosphere?

And who makes sure
your mind doesn't get polluted

with that Hawthorne propaganda?

Okay.

Okay. Come on.
Fast. Quick. Huh?

Not to mention the
drivel from Howard Eppis,

the world's most notorious,

most counter-revolutionary
adventurist.

- I'm gonna wear earplugs.
- Ah...

Bakunin, Kropotkin,
they were no good.

And he's no good.

Anarchy's not the answer,
you see...

Oh, oh, wait.
Are you comparing everything...

Bakunin?
Bakunin was a terrorist monster!

You'd...
Look who's talking about Bakunin.

Oh, don't... Don't tell...

You are not an
authority on Bakunin.

Just because you dated every
terrorist in Soviet Russia

- doesn't make you an authority!
- I dated...?

You see this jerk?

This is the same thing.

Kropotkin was the same jerk,

and Bakunin was the same jerk.

No good.
No good, I'm telling you.

He was a very good dancer.

These are lowlifes.

You should not vote for them.
You should not work for them.

Um, may I help you?

Yes, er...
we're from Jefferson Printing.

I was wondering how you
were planning to pay the bill

for the flyers
that we printed up for you.

Flyers?

Yes, I have an order here for.

Three thousand sheets of Ozalid,
printed on one side.

I don't know anything
about that kind of order.

You'll have to talk to Harold.

- Harold who?
- Harold Pak Chung.

Oh, yes, Mr Pak Chung.
Where might I find him?

...I really don't know.

Oh, sorry. Excuse me.

Hey, come on. Cool it.

Er... Let me tell you
what my problem is, ma'am.

Er... Excuse me.

This may mean my job.

See, I took this order
over the phone personally

and, er...
if I don't get an approval...

I just want to talk to
Mr Pak Chung in person.

It's no problem whatsoever.

You might find him playing poker

at the Rainbow Club in Gardena.

Rainbow Club?

Thank you.
You've been very helpful.

I appreciate it very much.
Come on.

Kids, let's go.

Some job you got.

- You're in the business of telling lies.
- Yeah.

I remember when
you used to believe in something.

Don't mention it.

What is this place?

A garbage dump for welfare cheques.

Whoops. Sorry, guys,
you're not allowed in here.

See ya later, toots.
Take care of your aunt.

Come on, children.
I'll read you a story

about the Albanian Labour Party.

Harold Pak Chung.

Harold Pak Chung.

Why...
Why are you giving me...

- I don't wanna go in there.
- It's a favour, please.

What are you...
Oh, no.

Look at the rotten fruit
of capitalistic society.

You're absolutely right.
Go over there. Go ahead.

- What's there?
- Do it.

Zero, five-ten.

Harold!

Harold!

Harold!

Eighteen,
two-four, thirty-one, eighteen.

Fifteen, two-four, low,
table seventeen.

Excuse me.

Checks, please.

How much?

Er... fifty for me
and one hundred for my employer.

New player, ante.

This is 150?

This is a ten-twenty game. Ante up.

Jacks or better.

It's my open?

Er... Ten to open.

Raise another twenty.

- Not for me.
- Me, neither.

It's fifty to me.

Forty to me.

Call the forty.

Cards.

Two.

One, please.

Dealer takes three.

Twenty.

Raise twenty.

Too rich for me.

We raise.

Twenty and twenty.

Call. Whaddaya got?

Four of 'em.

Yes, indeedy-weedy.

I gotta come here more often.

Thank you for the donations.

Deal.

Goddamn greenhorns.

Nice playin' with ya.

Deal the cards.

Cut.

Thank you.

So, er... who do you think's
gonna win the election, huh?

Hawthorne or Dillworthy?

Hawthorne, of course.

Hawthorne?
We got a Hawthorne supporter over here.

Personally...

Personally, I would do anything
to see that Dillworthy is elected.

You know what I'm sayin', huh?

You know what I'm sayin'?

You know what I'm sayin', don'tcha?

I mean, I think this son of a bitch
Hawthorne is gonna share the wealth.

I fold.

I fold, too.

Oh, no you don't! Sit down!

We gotta make our bets.
We gotta make our bets.

No problem. No problem.

- He's the dealer.
- Hey, I'm dealin'.

- He wants to walk out of the game.
- Make the bet, I'll deal the cards.

Twenty.

- How many?
- Two cards, please.

One, two, three. Okay.

Three. Okay.

Would you help me take
some of these, please?

You can't leave!

Just what it takes
to ruin a good game.

It is not that I want you to lie.

I would never, ever
ask you to lie. Ever.

It's just that there are some things

that you don't wanna volunteer,
ya dig, till you're asked.

That's called being an adult.

Whaddaya say?

Mommy, Mommy!
Guess what? Guess what?

Daddy won $300!

It was not 300, it was 200.

I had to return $100 on a misdeal.

You were short last month $20.

It's not due till Tuesday, Suzanne.

Hey, how do you expect me to pay
for Simon's nursery school tuition?

He's in nursery school now, you know.

What do you expect me to do, huh?

You drop the kids off
at five minutes' notice

every time a new fad
appears in Newsweek.

Yeah? Well, just who the hell do you think
takes care of 'em 90% of the time?

That's 'cause you
don't give me custody.

Until you start taking
responsibility for your life,

I'm not giving you
responsibility for the kids.

That's right.

That's three!

The next time I pull
four sevens at Gardena,

I keep my poker face
all the way to the bank.

I want to be seduced

I want a woman to take me out
to dinner for two.

Like to see her eyes get moody.

Flirtin' with the thought
of what flirtin' oughta do.

Like to be real cool.

Let her think about
gettin' little me in bed.

As I chat about Magna Carta.

Puerto Vallarta.

Something Gandhi said.

Want her to make me laugh.

Make a point of touchin' me
when she talks.

Leavin' all the
Jealous men in the joint.

To mumble in their beer and gawk

I know it only happens.

When I'm nappin'

Noddin'in a reverie.

That I find myself a woman.

Who wouldn't mind seducin' me.

Hello?

All of me.

Why not take all of me?

Can't you see

I'm no good without you.

Take my lips...

I'll never...

Up here, up here!
Up here!

Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot!
I'm the one that called.

Don't move a muscle.

Keep your hands on your head.

You were coming to see Miss Shea

on a date of some sort.

You passed another car,
possibly a Chevy.

I'd like to sit down,
if you don't mind.

Did you get a licence plate?

The year?

I think it had fins.

And you call yourself a detective.

If you don't have any more
questions, I'd like to get outta here.

Yeah, you can go.

Did you call her family?

That's not a job
I'm looking forward to.

They live in Connecticut somewhere.

Litchfield, I think.

I can't believe it.
She...

We have to get flowers, or...

something.

Look, Moses...

We both feel awful about this,

but, you know, there are other things
we've gotta deal with.

What are you talkin' about?

Look, I can't let Lila's death

get linked to us in any way.

Not this close to the election.

You're a cold son of a bitch,
you know that?

Don't talk to me about an election.

Look, don't jump all over me.

I feel the same way
about her that you do.

But, look,

we have a chance of winning,

and I can't let a murder or anything
connected with it jeopardise that.

Now...

You've been found
at the scene of a crime.

Don't bother.
Don't bother, Sam.

You know, I was walking around
for six years in...

in kind of a cloud.

Until Lila Shea walked in,
and reminded me of how it was.

Of how I was.

I don't give a damn
about Hawthorne.

I don't give a damn
about this campaign.

So you don't have to bother...

firing me.

Okay?

I quit.

You should've seen her
at Berkeley, man.

She was so beautiful.

I'll call the Sheas.

Suzanne?

Suzanne?

Snyder's Collection Service.

Snyder, this is Moses Wine.

There's a licence number
I need an address for.

I hope I don't have to use
my own service on you, Moses.

You can depend on me, Snyder, okay?

Okay. What's the number?

The number is 635 QHH.

How soon do you need it?

- Ten minutes ago.
- I'll get back to you.

Watch where you're going!

Hold it, hold it, hold it!

That's what I'm trying
to do, you know?

Find the guy in the green Chevy.

Now, did you send
the roses to the Sheas?

Don't worry about it.

You're a big shot now.

You actually got a call
in the daytime.

Let me get the message.

Oscar Procari. He wants
to see you at the George Club.

A margarita, por favor.

Moses, are you listening to me?

Moses?

This could be
your big chance, kiddo.

Are you paying attention?

Earth to Moses.
Moses?

Are you on the pipe again?

I said Oscar Procari
at the George Club.

Maybe he's got a job for you.

Are you getting this?

Moses?

Hello?

Get on down.

- With the sound of the music.
- CHORUS: J Boogie nights.

- Music, music.
- CHORUS: Boogie nights.

Hello.

Hello.

Where are we going?

I'm waiting for my sister.

Couldn't you leave her a note?

How about my car?

Just across the street.

- Okay, what's goin' on?
- What are you doing?

Don't bullshit me.

I saw you with Lila Shea yesterday

in front of
the Hawthorne headquarters,

and, four hours later,
she was dead.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, your green Chevy
Is a little hard to miss.

I don't know who you are,

I don't know what you want,

and in ten seconds,
I'm gonna call the cops.

I'll bet you are.

Luis Vasquez...

Hi!

¡Viva la huelga!

Where is Luis Vasquez?

- What?
- Luis Vasquez. Where is he?

He's up in the San Joaquin Valley
organising farm...

How do you know
he knows anything about Luis Vasquez?

What is going on
about Luis Vasquez?

- My uncle has disappeared.
- Your uncle?

My brother doesn't trust you.

Es un amigo de Lila Shea.

What did you say about Lila Shea?

She mentioned Lila Shea, right?

What happened to Luis Vasquez?

How the hell should I know?

- ¿Es mentira, eh?
- Stop it.

You don't trust me?

I don't trust you, okay?

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me everything
you know about Lila Shea,

and then ['ll tell you
what I know about Luis Vasquez.

- Luis wanted to talk to Lila privately.
- Alora, don't.

We dropped Luis off
at Lila's apartment.

When we came back,
she was dead, and my uncle was gone.

That's when we saw you
for the first time.

Why did he wanna talk with her?

He saw some flyer upstate
that was a lie about Hawthorne,

and he said he was the only one
who could set it right.

He flew down to speak with someone
on Hawthorne's campaign.

Someone who could be trusted.

How did you know Lila?

- A woman's group.
- What else?

Something wrong with that?

No, no! No, what could be wrong?

Okay, okay.
Enough of this bullshit.

Now, what do you know
about Luis Vasquez?

Nothing.

Stop it.

You know, with all the petitions I signed
for Vasquez and the farm workers...

¡Muy bien! A liberal.

Oh, low blow.

El gordo isn't gonna
hit me again, is he?

Your uncle didn't mention anything
about Howard Eppis, did he?

Yes, often.

He called him a phoney terrorist
and an opportunist.

I gather they weren't
exchanging Christmas cards.

Forget it.

Let's get him outta here, amigos.

Sorry about roughing you up, man.

It's okay. It's okay.

You can't be too careful, man.

Vasquez has a lot of enemies

who'd be glad to see him
disappear permanently.

What happened
to your arm, anyway?

Ah, there were
these four border patrol guys

hassling a buddy of mine...

Now, that's him on the bike.

Thank you.

Afternoon, Mr Wine.

- Mr Procari.
- Yeah?

I never thought I'd be standing here
talkin' to you.

I picketed you nine years ago

at the Lakeside Country Club.

Did it work?

You're still here.

Why don't we find ourselves
a place to sit,

make ourselves comfortable,
talk a little business.

Jimmy, mix a couple
of your fine martinis, huh?

Let's see, here...

How about right here?

Well, I'm told
you represent my son.

Represent him?

Now, Mr Wine...

This rift between the generations
has gone on for too long.

It's time we effected
a reconciliation.

Well, I think that's very nice, Mr...

I know. I know.
I know. Money.

He went pretty deep into the hole
before he disappeared,

but I want him to know

that I'll...
I'll cover all his debts.

That's very good of you,
Mr Procari.

But, the fact is that
I don't represent your son.

Well, my secretary said that you...

I'm sorry.
She misinformed you.

I'm trying to locate
a Mr Howard Eppis.

I thought you
might be able to...

- Howard Eppis!
- You know him?

That man can rot in hell
for all I care.

You know him.

If it wasn't for
that snake charmer Howard Eppis,

and those three cohorts
of his at that trial of his,

I'd have my son back with me today.

He ruined him,

and he destroyed my family.

If I could get my hands
on Howard Eppis,

I'd break him in half.

Do you know that my wife had to be
institutionalised after Oscar disappeared?

For whom are you
conducting this search?

For myself.

For yourself?
What does that mean?

Well, I had a client, but I...

I'm doing it for myself.

For yourself.

This is a matter of personal
importance to you, then?

Yes, it is.

Perhaps then, I can be of
some assistance to you, Mr Wine,

if you're willing to help me.

If there were any way at all
to find my son again,

I would spare no expense to do so.

Let me show you something.

This is the last evidence
I have of Oscar,

taken three years ago
in Srinagar, Kashmir.

He joined some...
some Buddhist sect out there.

Sounds like my ex-wife.

I want you to take up
the trail where it left off.

You're of his generation.

I'm prepared to pay
first-class air fare,

all your expenses,

as much as you want in advance.

Help me find my son.

Well, I...

Er...

Well, it's very generous of you,
Mr Procari,

but, I... I'm not quite...
I don't...

This is for you.

- Oh, thank you.
- You're welcome.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Moses, I've got
some weirdo on the line.

Ah-ha. Same here.

His name is Sam Sebastian.

Wants to meet you
at the Triforium at eight o'clock.

Really? All right, no, no, no.
Tell him I'll be there.

Thank you very much.
Thank you.

Er... That was an emergency.

A divorcée.

A gumshoe"s life. You know,
I really wouldn't wish it on a dog.

I wanna thank you
for the drink, Mr Procari,

but the fact is that
I don't even have a passport,

and I do have certain
obligations here in town,

but thank you very much
for the offer.

I appreciate it.
Thank you very much.

Kashmir!

Where have you been?

Oscar Procari's.

What did he say?

He's crazy to find his son.
What's up?

We have to rehire you, Moses.

We got big trouble.
It could be a catastrophe.

We got a communiqué
from Howard Eppis.

"The Free America Party
plans its greatest demonstration

"of support for congressman
Miles Hawthorne

"on election eve.

"The state, the nation,
the whole world will know

"we're behind
Congressman Hawthorne,

"so stay clear of
the downtown interchanges

"at the Harbor, Hollywood,
and San Bernardino freeways

"at six p.m.
if you value your own life.

"And keep your eye on the media
on election eve."

He means to blow a freeway, right?

- You call the cops?
- Yeah.

Well, then, they'll handle it.

No, they won't.
They say it's a hoax.

They told me to
forget the whole thing.

- Why?
- Because they say Eppis is in Cuba.

Do you really think it's Eppis?

I mean,
who do you think it is?

I don't know, Sam.

I don't have any real leads.

What if it's somebody else?
I mean...

Supposing it's someone
you never suspected.

What are you talking about?

What kind of a detective are you?

Don't you ever try another direction?

- Like what?
- Like...

I... I don't know.
The printers, the freeway.

You have leads.
The Free America Party.

Look, we're gonna have
hundreds of people killed

and a fascist running the state
because of burned-out cynics like you.

Save it!

Look, I'm in trouble.

I need help, so help me, please.

I'll do what I can.

The following is a research tape

on radicalism in the Sixties,

Howard Eppis,
and the California Four.

You gotta stop this madness
comin' from those meatballs up there.

This is how you do it.
You demand

they start responding to
the needs of the people.

The enemy is
a system that advocates

profit over people.

We will actively resist this system

by mass demonstrations,

and, if need be,
by violence in the streets.

Peace now, peace now,
peace now!

In San Francisco, anti-war protesters

led by Howard Eppis

and Luis Vasquez
of the Farm Workers' Union

went into the third day
of demonstrations.

A confrontation broke out
with the police.

Sixteen demonstrators were injured
and fifty arrested.

Goddamn it!
Violence is not the way.

A verdict was reached today

in the trial of the California Four.

Wendy and Michael Linker
of the Quaker Youth League,

Luis Vasquez and Howard Eppis,
were all found guilty

on fourteen counts of conspiracy,
for inciting to riot,

aiding draft resisters,
and destroying government property.

Despite efforts by their lawyer,
Nicholas Spitzler,

and the financial support
of Oscar Procari Jr,

son of industrialist Oscar Procari,

the four face a total
of 140 years in prison.

An appeal is pending.

Hundreds of California Four supporters

marched in protest
of the court decision.

Meanwhile, in other cities
across the nation,

anti-war demonstrations
are continuing to gain momentum.

All we are saying...

Look out! Get down, man.

The whole world is watching.

The whole world is watching.

All we are saying.

Is give peace a chance.

Moses Wine?

Will you come with me, please?

What?

Will you come with me, please?

Excuse me.
Am I under arrest, or what?

What are we doing at a hotel?

This way.

You guys move the station?

No.

Have a nice day.

May the force be with you.

That's him.

Mr Wine, this is Mr Wilson.

Sit down, please.

Tom, you wanna get this thing off?

Please, be seated.

Your name?

He just told you my name.

Your name, please.
In full.

May I ask what this is all about?

The Lila Shea murder.

Name, please.

Moses S Wine.

Address?

3218½ Washington Boulevard.

Occupation?

I'm a private investigator.

How long have you known
Howard Eppis?

What?

Please answer the question.

How long have you known
Howard Eppis?

I thought this was
about the Lila Shea case.

Do you know Howard Eppis?

No, I do not know
Howard Eppis.

Did you know Lila Shea?

Yes.

Between the years 1963 and 1967,

at the University
of California at Berkeley,

you and Lila Shea
were members of...

Amnesty International,

the Committee
for a Sane Nuclear Policy,

the Students
for a Democratic Society,

the American Civil Liberties Union,

the National Mobilization
Against the War in Vietnam,

and the Congress of Racial Equality.

You forgot about the chess club.

Was Howard Eppis a member of
these organi...?

I don't have the slightest idea.

Do you know Howard...

I already told you
I don't know the man.

I... I've never met the man.

Two days ago,

you and Lila Shea
visited Nicholas Spitzler,

formerly attorney for Howard Eppis,

and currently attorney for
his co-defendants,

Wendy and Michael Linker.

You then went from Spitzler
to see the Linkers

in the maximum security cell

of the Los Angeles Hall of Justice.

At that time,

Wendy Linker
wrote the name "Procari",

a missing associate
of Howard Eppis,

for you
on a slip of paper.

Exactly one half hour
after Lila Shea's death,

this flyer was found in the back
of your 1969 Volkswagen convertible.

Where is Howard Eppis?

Mr Wine...

You have two small children,

on whom you make
maintenance payments

of $265 per month.

Therefore I presume
your detective's licence

is of great importance to you,

as is, I presume, your...

freedom.

I needn't remind you
that the...

penalty for harbouring a fugitive
is two to ten years.

Where is Howard Eppis?

Blow it out your ass!

How many times do I have to tell you,
I don't know where he is!

And what makes you think
I would tell you if I did?

You are disgusting!

A woman has been
murdered, you know.

And you don't give
a good goddamn about that.

You don't care a rat's ass about
who Killed Lila Shea, do ya?

Turn off the tape recorder.

Turn off the tape recorder!
I know my rights.

I don't have to talk to you people.

You got any real evidence
on me, let me see it!

Otherwise, call my attorney.

Harold Pak Chung skips.

Why?

If the freeway blows,
Hawthorne could lose the election.

Vasquez knows
about the phoney flyers.

Lila is in the apartment
with Vasquez.

Lila is killed,
Vasquez disappears.

Lila is working for Sam.

Sam is looking for Eppis.

Everybody is looking for Eppis.

So where the hell is Eppis?

Could be in the kitchen
with Colonel Mustard.

- What, what?
- Hi, Dad.

My BEST training starts
tomorrow morning at six o'clock.

Suzanne, how do you
swallow that crock of shit?

Oh, please, Moses.

Before you start telling me
what to do with my life,

take a look at your own, will you?

Hey, I'm doin' okay.

Yeah, you're doing great.

Got a busted marriage,
a half-ass career,

and you're about a step from welfare.
You're doing terrific.

When I want your advice,
I'll ask for it.

That'd be original.
The last time you consulted me

was whether to get
married or not.

We had no choice.

You had no choice.

I was not the one who was
gonna have to go to Vietnam.

Don't blame the marriage
on the war, Suzanne.

You wanted the ceremony.

You wanted, and approved,
radical lifestyle.

And look what I got.
A would-be Marxist gumshoe.

You got what you wanted.

I never got what I wanted.
It was always what you wanted.

Oh, please.

You wanted to
move to LA, we moved to LA.

You wanted to quit law school.

Right.
Lay it all on me.

I thought you were learning
to take responsibility.

- When is that gonna happen?
- I am taking responsibility.

I'm letting go
of all my past bullshit.

Obviously, you're still stuck in it.

How's your arm?

You remember Lila Shea?

Sure. You had the hots
for her back in Berkeley.

She was murdered two nights ago.

You all right?

Hello, Moses.

We had an agreement, Suzanne.

That's it.

That's four.

You don't get any more.

What's goin' on?

Howard Eppis says
he's going to blow up a freeway.

But Sebastian says Eppis is in Cuba.

However, the cops then call me in

und ask me "vere is Eppis?"
But...

Either Sebastian is lying, or...

I know.
I know what you're saying.

You mean the police
don't talk to the FBI,

and the FBI
doesn't talk to the CIA,

and the CIA
doesn't talk to Interpol,

and Interpol
doesn't talk to anybody.

You're right.
You're a very bright little boy.

You're a credit to your family.
What time is it?

I'm changing this.

Hey, I wanna watch Francis.

Tough gazook.

It's nonstop ecstasy in my...

Wrong channel.

- I need to watch this.
- Congressman Hawthorne,

you've changed your position
on capital punishment

four times in the last three years.

Could you tell us
where you stand on it now,

and if we can expect you
to maintain that stand

in the governor's office?

Well, I'm certainly glad you've
given me a chance to, er...

clear up the record
on that one, Steve.

As we all know,
capital punishment

is a matter of personal conscience.

Now, my own personal views
on this matter

I've made clear
many, many times before,

and I see no reason now
to repeat my stance.

Now, you may feel one way,
I may feel another.

But, let me reassure you,
whatever your feelings or mine,

I will do my best to uphold
the letter of the law.

Senator Dillworthy,
a former governor of this state,

once said, "If you've seen one redwood,
you've seen them all."”

As a man whose name is often linked

with major lumbering interests,

would you care to comment
on this statement?

I'm sure that statement
by the former governor

was taken out of context.

What he really meant to say...

...each and every Californian must
carry a personal identification card

proving unqualifiedly

whether he is an American citizen,
or whether he is not.

That's, er... time, gentlemen.

Thank you for providing us
with this stimulating forum.

Wait a minute!

What?

I think I've broken ze case.

Good, Dad.

Keep your eye
on the yellow Mercedes.

This may be your only chance

to see a real
private investigator in action.

- Big wow!
- Big wow, too!

Wise guys.

Now, the detective tails.

Daddy, today can we see
Godzilla vs. Megalon?

Daddy!

It's an old detective's trick.

When you're following someone
in close quarters,

and you don't want them
to recognise you,

you do something totally
socially unacceptable

to make 'em turn away.

Wait a minute!

Daddy, is she one of
Aunt Sonya's friends?

I don't know.

Now I want you all
to get out and vote,

and I hope you all vote for me.

And how are you enjoying
the Center, my dear?

- Are you asking me?
- Of course.

- You're really asking me?
- Yes.

Well, I'll tell ya.

It's the pits.

And ['ll tell you another thing.

- Daddy...
- The whole problem exists

because of this ridiculous assumption

that old people must be
segregated from society,

and so politicians like you
can contain us in grey ghettos,

and exploit us with promises
you never intend to keep.

- She's right.
- You should listen to her, you goniff.

Thank you.
Thank you so much, everyone.

I'm so sorry, but we're
gonna have to leave now.

Senator Dillworthy,
do you have a comment to that?

Senator Dillworthy is late for the dedication
of a new veterans' hospital in Watts.

Thank you all.
Thank you so much.

Absolutely no babysitting.

Did I say anything at all?

You're so cute.
Oh, you're such a...

Stay in the car.

Hey, wait a minute.

He's talking with someone
from Newsweek.

Moses, where you been?
I've been trying to reach you.

What you wanna do? Invite me
out to lunch in your yellow Mercedes?

Why don't you go to the drive-in?

Er... You know, I'm right in
the middle of things right now,

but I do have to talk to you...

Excuse me for a minute.

Do you know what you're doing?

You could've cost us
the election right there.

Cost you the election.
Isn't that what you want?

- What are you talking about?
- Don't play me for a sucker, Sam.

Now, who is the lady
in the yellow Mercedes?

- She's got nothing at all to do with...
- Don't lie to me!

You lied about Eppis,
and Cuba, and the cops,

and that whole goddamn bullshit.

Now, who is the lady
in the yellow Mercedes?

You don't wanna talk to me?
I'll talk to Newsweek magazine.

- Calm down.
- Take your hands off me.

I don't have an answer yet.

You want some help?

"Miriam Powell, 35 years old.

"Lives on Beverly Crescent Drive,
divorced,

"and a Dillworthy
campaign co-ordinator."”

She's working for us.

What?

Spying.

Look, every campaign's got 'em.

They spy on us,
we spy on them.

What are you telling me?

Look, don't believe me
if you don't want to.

I can understand that.
But don't waste your time on it.

It's got nothing at all
to do with Eppis.

Trust me.

Trust you?

I did try to call you.
You can check your service.

Look, something's come up.

This came in the mail this morning.

Addressed to "Freeway Division,
Hawthorne Headquarters".

Yeah.

You're filled with great leads.

Okay, everybody out.

I told you, Ernie.
You know, in future society,

things may be different,
but, right now,

this is my pool,
and you're cleaning it.

Right, I know. But wait,
you don't just clean it...

Listen, you want the job, Ernie?

- Yeah, I do, but what did you say?
- All right, listen to me.

I don't wanna see
any more pampas grass in the filter.

No, but I skimmed
the filter. That's...

Where you're goin'?
Don't go.

See, that's what...
Excuse me.

That's what I'm sayin'.
What did he say?

I don't know.
I didn't hear.

No, that's what you don't do.

You gotta drain the pool.

That's what you gotta...

If you don't drain, then you
gotta plaster, and add acid...

Buenas tardes, señor.

¿Que desea usted?

Buenas tardes. Er...

We're here, I guess,
to see whoever lives here.

Un momentito, por favor.

- ¿Senor?
- ¿Que quieres?

Venga, por favor.

- ¿Quién es?
- Aquí le habla.

Hey, you're a little early,
aren't you?

You're Soccer League, right?
Come on. Come on in. Come on.

Hey, Nicholas, they're here already.

- Oh, Nick!
- Coming.

Hey, look, like...

Now, remember, none of this
winning and losing stuff, huh?

We are not heavy on
competition in this household.

It's the...
It's the joy of the sport.

We're for that, too,
but I think you got the wrong men.

- Moses Wine.
- Yeah?

From the Hawthorne campaign.

Not a chance. It's my day off.

- No, no, it's not what you think it is.
- No, absolutely...

- One second. Now, something came in...
- Call my office, first of next week.

- That I think you oughta...
- No, no!

Where'd you get this?

It came in the mail this morning
to campaign headquarters.

But, er...

Why don't you kids go out
and play in the backyard, huh?

Go ahead.

Well, how much do you want?

Not a penny, Howard.

Not a penny.

Hey, Nicholas, no running, okay?

Forty times I gotta tell ya?

Please!

Mas cerveza, por favor.

No. No, man.

At first, it was not hard
to disappear.

It was easy.

There was this whole
underground railway set up,

and we were cult heroes
like Jesse James.

We had groupies,
we had camp followers, the works.

Then something strange
started happening.

People got bored.

Style changed, hair got shorter.

It was no longer chic to be radical.

The press turned against me.

Every unsolved crime...
"Howard Eppis!”

Amy and I split up.

I hid in the closet for six months.

I was going berserk!

Crazy!
I couldn't take it.

I started moving.

Take faceless jobs.

I was a dishwasher in Philly,

garbage man in Duluth,

finally a messenger boy
in New York City,

forty-five bucks a week.

Man, I had to get out.

I didn't care if I blew my cover.

So, one day,

I am delivering
some coffee and Danish

to Foster Lane,
this advertising agency.

I look around at these guys
and I say, "Hey, man,

"I can write copy faster than
any alcoholic on this floor."

And I do.

I got it, and I did it,
and I'm doin' it.

Hell, if you can write Rip It Off,
you can write soap commercials.

And then the Interoil account
falls into my hands,

they promote me to the coast

and they set me up here
in Plastic Land.

Doesn't look too hard to take.

You know why nobody lasts
as a revolutionary in this country?

Because it's like being
a spoilsport at an orgy.

All those goodies
spread out in front of ya,

and you feel like a shit
when you say "no".

Do you have any idea at all
who's been using your name?

But whoever it is
doesn't have to worry, do they?

They know I can't say anything.

Howard Eppis!

Sometimes it feels like I've
had a sex change operation.

We shall not,
we shall not be moved.

- Let's go!
- We shall not.

We shall not be moved,
just like a tree.

Standing by the water.

We shall not be moved.

- Black and white together!
- Black and white together.

We shall not be moved, yes.

Black and white together,
we shall not be moved.

Just like a tree...

Does he do this often?

Four years ago, on the anniversary
of the Chicago Convention.

Slogans!
Slogans, my friend.

That is what an ad man
must come up with,

and I am the best of the lot.

"Never trust anybody over thirty."
Whose do you think that was?

- Yours, huh?
- Yes! Yes!

"Hey, hey, LBJ, how many kids
did you kill today?"

Whose do you think
that was, huh?

Oh, Moses.
The old days.

The old days.

"Ho Chi Minh.

"ALF is gonna win."

Where's the head?

Over there.

Fresh one.

That your car?

No. Impossible.
Mine's in the garage.

It hasn't started
for a week.

- Who else knows about you?
- Vasquez.

And little Oscar, but I haven't
the foggiest where he is.

Get the kids under cover.

- What?
- Get the kids under cover, fast.

Lupe, Amy,
get in the house!

Come on!

Get in, get in!

Jonas...

Shut up, stupid.

Are you okay?
Are you all right?

Jonas.
His name was Jonas.

You better get your ass
outta here.

The cops are
gonna be here any second.

The important thing to remember

is that you've got to take
responsibility for yourself.

Now, find your space.

Once you've found the space,
create a garden.

It could be a vegetable garden,
it could be a fruit garden,

but find it.

And see it as if you're seeing it
for the first time.

Explore it, feel it, taste it.

What does it look like?
What does it smell like?

And when you have
a true sense of this, peel it.

Peel this vegetable.

Become the vegetable.

- Find that there is a core inside...
- Suzanne!

- What's going on here?
- Suzanne!

Could one of the assistants
please remove this man from the room?

Suzanne, I want you to take the kids
and get outta here right away.

No-one, but no-one, walks in
the middle of a BEST training session.

Really? Don't go home.
Check into a hotel.

Don't tell anyone except my
answering service where you're gonna be.

Are you listening to me?

Listen, creep,

some son of a bitch
just shot at my kids.

- Come on. I'm not kidding.
- Well, they're gonna have to

take responsibility
for that, aren't they?

That's it.

Just let him go.
Let him go.

Where is Sam?

- How should I know?
- Do you have any idea where he went?

No, he left here five minutes...
Hey, take it easy.

That son of a bitch set me up.

Perry, don't be such an asshole.

I need ten seconds of your life.

It's not gonna kill ya.
This is important.

This has to do with a murder.
Come on!

Moses! Moses, would you quit
bein' a jerk-off gumshoe?

I am not gonna put
my ass on the line

to prevent somebody's divorce.

This is not a divorce, Perry!
This is the Lila Shea murder.

Now, look, just check
on a hood named Jonas for me.

He's six one, he's blond,
he's kinda heavyset.

He drives a white Seville Cadillac

with Nevada dealer plates.
And he wears maroon...

Look, this is
a district attorney's office.

It is not an information centre.

They shot at my kids, Perry.

They shot at my kids!

Perry, you're an
up-and-coming young lawyer.

You don't wanna
jeopardise your future.

Would you like me
to tell them who organised

the Northern California
Fair Play for Cuba Committee in 1963?

Or who built the bonfire
for the draft card burning

in Golden Gate Park
in 1967?

Huh? I can go on.

No.

Then snap up.

I'll be down in the lobby
mainlining Dr Pepper.

Oh, and while you're at it,

find out everything you can
about a guy named Sam Sebastian.

Why?

Or the Ho Chi Minh rally
in 1968?

Well, I can't tell you much
about Sebastian.

He works for the Hawthorne campaign,
and, before that,

he could've dropped down
from the moon for all we know.

This guy, is this...
this your man?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

His name is Jonas Craw,

and he's a hit man,

and he's the kind of guy
that works with the Mafia.

Where do I find him?

Find him?

You think if we knew that, we'd be
letting him run around loose, huh?

Fifteen years ago,
he lived in Jersey City.

But, since then,
he's left a trail of corpses.

- Thanks, Perry.
- Moses.

Moses!

If this guy's lookin' for ya,
you better get lost.

Hi, guys.

Vivaldi. Four Seasons.

"Summer.”
Don't you like classical music?

Thanks for coming.

Where is Luis Vasquez?

Answer!

The kid's finished.

Hold it. Wait a second.
Wait a second!

We gotta find out
if there's a bomb. Huh?

Who are you working for?

All right. Who's your contact?
Sam Sebastian?

What contact?

Hurt him.

Now... Now!
Who's your contact?

A Korean.

Pak Chung.
Electronics, huh?

Explosives, huh?

Perfect. Now where's he
gonna blow the freeway?

I don't know.

- Where?
- Where's he at?

Downtown some place.

Downtown?
That's all you know, huh?

Where is Luis Vasquez?

- A gook took him.
- Where?

- I don't know.
- Okay, okay.

Why'd you Kill Lila Shea?

- Who's Lila Shea?
- Who is Lila Shea?

You killed Lila Shea
when you kidnapped Luis Vasquez.

She was in the way.

She was in the way, huh?

She was in the way!

No, no, don't!

Relax. It's all right.
I'll take care of it.

Now, you want to tell me
where Luis Vasquez is?

I don't know.

- Where?!
- I don't know.

Something to do with flamingos.

Flamingos?

Hold it a second.
We're not getting anywhere with this.

Look, look, there are three interchanges
downtown. We have to cover all of them.

Alora, I want you to
call some of your friends.

Tell 'em we can find Vasquez.

Hold it a second.

Let me have the police right away.
This is an emergency.

Hello.
Who am I talking to?

Sergeant Howard?
This is Warren Michaels.

In twenty minutes,
I'm gonna blow the living shit

out of the freeway system
in Los Angeles.

Damn!

Miles Hawthorne has the answers.

Put power in the hands
of the people.

Put Miles Hawthorne
in the governor's seat.

Exercise your American heritage

and vote for Miles Hawthorne,

the people's friend.

Miles Hawthorne speaks for the people
on all the key issues.

Citizens of California,

this is Luis Vasquez
of the farm workers,

expressing my deep support

for Congressman
Miles Hawthorne for governor.

Vote for Hawthorne.

Support Proposition 9
on election day tomorrow.

Vote por Miles Hawthorne.

Miles Hawthorne
speaks for the people

on all the key issues,

taxes, education,
busing, the courts, energy...

Hawthorne in the governor's seat.
Get out and vote.

Miles Hawthorne.
The people's friend.

The farm workers,
expressing their deep support

for Congressman
Miles Hawthorne for governor.

Miles Hawthorne
speaks for the people

on all the key issues...

Goddamn. "Flamingos"!

Miles Hawthorne
speaks for the people.

Get out and vote tomorrow.
Exercise your...

Don't do that.

Don't touch that.

I said stop it.

Don't do that!

Citizens of California, this is
Luis Vasquez of the farm workers...

Hi there, members of the media.

This is Howard Eppis
of the Free America Party

taking full credit for
the freeway explosion.

And this is just a taste
of the trouble you'll have

if you don't elect
Miles Hawthorne for gov...

Miles Hawthorne has the answers.

Put power in
the hands of the people.

Who have we got here?

Luis Vasquez.
He's been drugged.

- He'll be okay.
- He was tied up in that van.

Once again, Mr Wine.

You said that you
encountered Mr Pak Chung

at the Rainbow Poker Club
in Gardena, California.

What were you doing there
at that time?

I already told ya.

Tell me again.

I was working for
the Hawthorne campaign.

I was checking out
the phoney flyers.

How many times
you wanna hear it?

When are you gonna
pick up Sam Sebastian?

I'm telling you, man.

He's got all the answers.
Everything you wanna know.

I want you to account
for your time

on the day following your trip
to the Rainbow Poker Club.

I started out in the East LA barrio,

lookin' for the guys
in the green Chevy.

What about Sebastian?
He tried to kill my kids.

He tried to kill Lila Shea.
Are you listening?

You think it's a coincidence
that this happened

the night before the election?

He was trying to fix the election.

Four-thirty p.m.,
you telephoned police headquarters.

Oh, for Christ's sake, man!

Mr Wine, you not only
may not go home tonight,

you may not go home
for the next twenty years.

I'm not lying, man!

Everything I'm tell...

Burke!
He can tell ya.

Burke!

- Hello, Harry.
- How you doin'?

Everything I'm telling to you
is straight, man.

Officer, my name is
Oscar Procari Jr.

I'm sorry I tricked you
with that note, Moses,

but I had to let you know
it wasn't Eppis who wrote the flyers.

I want to talk about my father.

I've tried to disassociate
myself from him.

From his power
and from his greed.

But when I heard the name
"Pak Chung",

I realised my father had to be
the one behind all this.

I knew he despised me

and was still seeking
revenge on me

and the California Four.

He always wanted to prove
that the things I believed in

were poisonous and vile.

That only a privileged sector
should rule.

But I never thought
his insane ideas

could lead him to endanger
all those lives.

Is it true
that Harold Pak Chung

was your chief
technical adviser in Saigon?

Did he try to blow up the freeway
to throw the election to Dillworthy?

Why were you gonna
blame the explosion on Howard Eppis?

Did you want
revenge on all the California Four?

Did you kidnap Luis Vasquez?

Why did you want Luis Vasquez killed?

Were you getting back
at the California Four

because they were out to
destroy your son?

Did you know your son was working
for Hawthorne under an assumed name?

Were you trying to fix the
election to get back at your son?

Did you know your son
was turning in evidence against you?

Did you have Lila Shea killed?

How much were you
gonna profit from Dillworthy's election?

Mr Procari,
would you please comment on how you feel

about your son turning in
evidence against you?

Did you do all this for vengeance
against the California Four, sir?

The people who really count,
you know,

the people in the know,

are very much aware of
the fact that I solved this case.

And you knew it was
Procanny all the time?

- Procari.
- Yeah, whatever.

And you knew?

Well, I sort of...

No, no.

How come he kidnapped
that Mexican guy?

'Cause Vasquez knew everything.

Vasquez knew that Eppis
was not responsible for the flyers,

'cause he knew that Eppis
had given up politics for barbecues.

And he also knew

that Sam Sebastian
was not Sam Sebastian,

but Oscar Procari Jr.

A son changing his name
"cause he couldn't stand his father.

I'll buy that.

Wise guy.

You know, Mom was wrong.

About what?

About you.

You turned out to be a pretty
good detective after all.

He's gonna do it again.

I'm not responsible
if you break the other arm!

Ah... shit!

Daddy, will you sing us a song?

Yeah, of course.

Arise, ye prisoners of starvation.

- Oh, come on!
- Okay.

I went to the animal fair.

The birds and the beasts were there.

The big baboon
by the light of the moon.

Was combing his auburn hair.

The monkey, he got drunk.

And rode on the elephant's trunk.

The elephant sneezed
and fell to his knees.

And that was the end of
the monk, the monk, the monk.

The monk,
the monk, the monk.

Sing some more.
Sing "Yankee Doodle".

- "Yankee Doodle"?
- My version.

Your version is too dirty.

- I went to the animal fair.
- JACOB: Boo-boo!

- The birds and the beasts were there.
- JACOB: Woo-woo!

The big baboon
by the light of the moon.

Was combing his auburn hair.

- The monkey, he got drunk.
- JACOB: Woo-woo!

And stepped on the elephant's trunk.

The elephant sneezed,
and fell to his knees.

And that was the end of
the monk, the monk, the monk.

The monk!

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