All language subtitles for Get Christie Love _ Full Crime Movie _ Teresa Graves _ Charles Cioffi _ Jack Kelly.srt

[waves crashing]

[ominous music]

- We've got enough on you,
Spiliolis, to arrest you right
now.

Taxes, fraud, how about a
little manslaughter thrown in.

- Okay, okay, what
do you want to know?

- You know what I want to know.

The heroin, where
it's coming from,

when, how it's distributed.

- It's different every time.

I don't know.

Only the top guy
in this area knows.

Here, the top guy
is Enzo Cortino.

- I know Enzo Cortino
is the top guy.

I know that.

I also know that
this town is dry.

Seattle is dry.

San Francisco is dry.

The whole west coast is dry.

Now, you tell me what's
happening, how, when, and where!

- I don't know.

Cortino never told me
nothing, all these years.

- Now, you called in and said

you had something to say to me.

Now, you better say it!

- There's a ledger.

Cortino's got a ledger.

A book, you know, with all
the names, all the places,

how the stuff comes
in, where it goes.

- Okay, where is it?

Where does he keep it, huh?

Come on.

- I don't know.

- Now what do you mean?

You say there's a ledger

and now you're telling
me you don't know?

- Helena, Helena Varga,

she's the only one
who knows where it is.

- Oh, come on.

What is this bull? You
tell me there's a ledger,

and now you expect me to believe

that Cortino tells his
girlfriend everything?

- I'm tellin' you.

She's not just his girlfriend.

It's like she is the only
one he really trusts.

Listen, every time
a shipment's due,

Helena takes a
little trip to Miami.

He sends her.

Maybe, maybe that's
where the ledger is.

[funky music]

- Goodnight Bill, thanks.

- [Bill] Goodnight, Casey

- Now Tom, as soon as
we get to the city,

I want you to check
her bank account.

See if she's got any
safety deposit boxes.

Also check on Cortino,
too, but Helena Varga-

- It's 11 o'clock
how am I gonna-

- I don't care how
you do it, just do it.

Now Stoner, I want you
to check the airlines

flying to Miami.

See if she's booked on them in
the, the next couple of days.

But I want a cover on
her apartment, too.

I want to know who's coming
and [explosion booms]

Okay, I want to
see Christie, now.

Get Christie Love.

[horn honking]

- [Man] Wow, you're beautiful.

[horn honking]

[man yelling]

- What?

[man yelling]

[easy going music]

- [Man] Hey.

- You talking to me?

- You looking for a customer?

- Hmm.

- [Man] Uh, how much?

- How much what?

- Come on, I'm not a cop.

How much?

- $100.

- $100?

For just a little action?

I don't want to get married.

- Hmm.

- Nigger.

- Nigger lover.

- Miss?
[gasps]

Hi.

- Hi.

- [Man] Are you busy?

- Depends on what
you got in mind.

- What's it gonna cost?

- Depends on what you
got in mind, sugar.

- Well, I got in mind a
little walk through the park.

- A little walk
through the park.

Well, I usually starts at $15.

- Oh, well I know a place
nobody will bother us.

- Well, nobody will
bother us here.

- Come on, honey, it's just a
little bit up over there, huh?

[mysterious jazzy music]

- [Woman] Uh, wait, wait a
minute. Where you taking me?

- [Man] Easy, easy, easy, honey.

You're not scared, are you?

- Well, I don't know.

I mean, a girl can't
be too careful.

For all I knows, you could
be a killer or something.

- Killer?
- Yeah.

Do I look like a killer?

- Yeah, you kinda does.

- I does?

- Mm hmm.

- Well, this is it.

- Here?
- Uh-huh.

- [sighs] Well okay,
um, if you don't mind,

the bread, please, first.

- The bread.

The bread!

Oh, yeah.

Is this the bread you're
talking about, huh?

- Mister, don't hurt me, don't-

- All right not
a peep out of you

or I'll cut you to pieces.

Now, just keep your mouth shut.

Now, take off your clothes.

Take off your clothes.
Did you hear what I said?

Right now, drop that.

Drop your purse, come on.

That's right.

- Mister, don't hurt me.
- That's right.

Shut your mouth.

Shut it.

Now, do it.

Now, take 'em off.

Come on, off.

That's right, down.

Right. Come on.

- I got two babies.

- Come on. I don't want
to hear about your babies.

Do it, come on,
hurry up just do it.

- Don't hurt me, please.

- Come on, that's right.

That's good.

That's good.

Now, now come here.

Come here.

Come here.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

- No!

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

- No!

[grunting]

- Hiya!

[grunting]

Greenburg?

Greenburg!

Green, Greenburg!

- [Greenburg]
Christie, you okay?

- I'm okay.

Where were you?
- I lost you way back there.

I'm sorry.

- Well there he is,
lover boy, himself.

Give me your cuffs.

- Christie, this guy has
killed four prostitutes.

You were supposed
to wait for me.

- Sorry, Seymour, but he
was in kind of a hurry.

Weren't you sweetheart?

Aw.

- [Man] Okay, what's
your full name?

- Oh, he doesn't talk.

He's a man of action.

According to his
ID, Andrew Normand,

N-O-R-M-A-N-D, 4213 Adams Drive.

All the credit cards.

Oho!

Look what we found, here,

$21.52.

- Yeah, Christie.
- Yeah.

- I got the forms.

Now fill 'em out, but
don't go anywhere, okay?

- Oh hey, come on, man.

I've had it.

I want to go home.

I don't-
- Reardon called.

He's coming over here.

He wants to buy you a hamburger.

- What?

- Christie, you're a hero.

- Christie, Christie
wants a bath.

Ugh.

[jazzy music]

No way.

No, no way.

- Now, you listen to me,

I want you on that plane
to Miami, tomorrow.

Maybe there isn't any ledger.

Maybe Spiliolis invented
it, but we're checking.

Now, just before the town
gets loaded with junk,

Helena Varga does
go down to Miami,

and we want you to follow her.

- Hey listen, for
the last three weeks,

I've been sashaying
around that park for you

wearing these freaking clothes

and getting pawed at by creeps.

Finally, I almost get myself
killed by some pervert,

and now you want me to-

- You were supposed
to wait for Greenburg.

That nut killed four women.

You could have been killed.

- Well, what was
I out there for?

If you didn't want me killed,

what did you put me
on the detail for?

- I told you not to take
any chances, didn't I?

Damnit.

I don't want you getting killed.

- Oh, that's sweet.

That's cute.

Can I got home, now?

If I don't get in the
tub right this second-

- As long as you're on
that plane tomorrow.

- Do you think
Cortino's gonna trust

his entire organization
to a tramp?

- That's your assignment, kid.

You got it.

Or maybe you think just
because you're the only female

on my squad that you
deserve special privileges.

- Have I ever asked for
any special privileges?

And whatever mess
you've tossed at me

in the last six
months, I have done!

- Go ahead, tell everybody.

But what's bugging you now?

- I'm tired.

And I just don't dig
wild goose chases.

You know, Casey, I was
wondering why all of a sudden,

for the first time, you
invited me out somewhere.

But this, uh, fancy
bistro, here, and this,

whatever that is, they're
not making the kid fall over.

No way!

- That's what I get
for trying to be nice.

Okay, that's it, I don't
want any more lip from you

or you'll be third grade,
again, hero or no hero.

You've got that?

You dig?

- Yes, sir.

Whatever you say, sir.

- Well, let me walk you
to your door at least.

- Thank you, I know the way.

Good night.

- Now, wait a minute.

There are a lot of strange
characters around here.

- So I'll call a cop.

[Casey laughing]

- Now, don't forget.

Find out everything you
can about Helena Varga.

- I know, I know,
where she goes,

who she sees, who she talks to.

- Yeah, that's right, and take
a little rest for yourself.

You probably can
use it, you know?

Give me your key.

- Would you look at this?

Prince Charming is
alive, and well,

and breathing, and everything.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Well, you don't have to
worry. I'll keep your secret.

Excuse me.

- Well, uh, don't you think

we should discuss this
a little more in detail?

- Is that the best
you can come up with?

- Well, I'm no poet, but,
uh, the least you can do

is invite me in for a night cap.

- Uh-huh.

Well, uh, remember,

I have to get some rest for
my next assignment, huh?

Goodnight, Mr. Reardon.

[jazzy music]

Nothing, a big zero.

This is a wild
goose chase, boss.

She's down there stretched
out by the pool all day.

And the goon plays cards nearby,

looking around with
those freaky fish eyes.

- [Casey] Well, what
about the ledger?

- No ledger, no nothing.

- Well, did you check the banks?

- Yup.

She made a bank deposit.

Account's in the
name of her nephew,

kid named Raymond Garwood.

No safety deposit boxes.

- [Casey] Well,
who does she see?

- Nobody! Just her nephew.

You wouldn't believe it.

It's like something
out of a Disney film.

Boss, there's nothing
else to do around here,

so if you don't mind, I
want to come home, okay?

- No.

Now, you come back
when she comes back.

Now look, there's
got to be more there.

Look, you're a
detective, so detect.

Christie?

Are you there?

- Yeah, I'm here.

I'm having a wonderful
time, Mister Reardon.

M

Hi.

- [Woman On P.A.] Mister
Carol, lobby please.

- Hi.

This is really great, isn't it?

Sure beats smog city.

Well, come to think of it
Mama, it does beat smog city.

Just trying to be friendly.

- How's it feel
to be a lady pig?

- Huh, hey fine.

I'm, uh, I'm doing fine.

I am having such a vacation,
you wouldn't believe.

- Vacation.

You been tailing me all week.

- Hey I've just been
seeing the sights.

You know, I bet you
could show me around,

you having family here, and all?

You wouldn't believe this,

but we've probably got a
lot in common, you and me,

both of us probably climbing
out of some royal slum

somewhere, long time ago.

Mine's East Oakwood, Chicago.

That's where I was born.

- Oh yeah?

So what?

- So maybe we both started

in the same kind of
underprivileged neighborhood.

You tell me about your rats,
I'll tell you about mine.

- Pig.

- Yeah okay, all right,
let's level with each other.

You spotted me.

You know why I'm here.

Now, come on.

Make it easy on yourself.

You tell me where it is, and
we'll make it easy for you,

Tell the judge you're
cooperating, maybe-

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

- Hey, don't be stupid, okay.

Cortino's ledger, that's
what I want to know about.

The score and the load
of stuff that's due,

where it's coming in,
and when it's coming in,

that's what I want
to know, baby.

Where's Cortino's ledger?

[laughing]

- You're so stupid,
you've got to be a cop.

Now, if there was a
ledger, or if I had it,

or I knew where it was,
why would I tell you?

- I though you just might be
interested in saving your skin,

'cause we gonna bust you, baby.

- I never heard of a ledger,

and you better watch
your skin, baby.

- [Christie] Well,
look who's here.

What's that thing
supposed to do, anyway?

Sweat out them bad body fluids?

Huh?

- What makes someone
like you become a cop?

- I'll tell you, you tell me.

What makes somebody
like you become a tramp?

- Listen, nobody owns me.

I do what I want.

Nobody buys me.

- Oh, right.

The apartment and the
car, the bank account,

that all comes from the
old welfare plan, right?

- It's none of your business
where it comes from.

- Hey, it is my business

and I don't mean 'cause
I'm a cop, either.

Now, your car and your bank
account, and all the rest of it

comes out of my home slum,
East Oakwood junkie city.

All that five and dime stuff,

and every bit of it comes
from you, you and Cortino.

- Listen, pig,
just lay off of me.

- You know, I got a cousin,
used to be a nice kid.

Do you know what he does now?

He's a pimp.

Got to be.

He and his old lady don't get
that fix, it's off the roof.

There's a lot of kids
on those roofs, too.

They're getting their fixes
all right, thanks to Cortino,

but they're paying for
it with their guts.

And who gets all the bread?

You do, you and Cortino.

Isn't that right, sweetheart?

- Oh, I'd like to
get my hands on you.

[banging]

- I don't believe it.

You mean, you just asked
her about the ledger?

- So sue me, already.

Time for a different attack.

[knocking at door]

Hold on, I think
it's room service.

Just a second!

Hold on, please.

I have to pay the check.

- [Casey] Christie, come on.

I can't hang on to
this phone all day.

[suspenseful music]

- Can't seem to find my.

[both grunting]

- Christie?

What's going on there?

- You.
[growling]

[Christie screaming]

No, no, no, no!

No!

- [Casey] Christie, will
you get on this phone?

[both grunting]

- I guess you know
you're not getting a tip.

You know that.

Terrific view.

Come on!

Come on, it's only
15 floors down,

and you don't have to
worry about the first 14.

Hiya!

[man screaming]

- Christie? Christie?

Are you all right?

What's happening?

[panting]

- I know you're not gonna
believe this, boss, but-

- [Casey] Believe what? Now,
what, what are you up to?

Are you in any kind of trouble?

- [panting] No.

[jazzy music]

[horn honks]
- [Casey] You are off the job.

How 'bout that?

Does that get through to you?

Huh?

Well, that's the way
you wanted it, right?

But what a way to do it.

- I did it?

I suppose I called
down to room service

and asked them to
send up one killer?

- Yeah well, it's done. So
now you can go back to doing

whatever it is you do when
you're not messing things up.

Is that the complete list
of Cortino's businesses?

- [Man] Well, this is just
the legitimate stuff, 37.

- Hey, come on.

I want to stick with Helena
and follow this thing through.

- Will you get out of here?

- I can nail her.

I know I can.

Get that information that
we want, that we need.

I got an idea.

- Christie, you know
what you've got?

You've got chutzpah,
that's what you've got.

- Would you just listen,
just for a second, please?

Now, Varga's a very touchy lady.

I figure if I can do some
background work on her,

I can come up with something

that will make her cooperate
with us, cooperate big.

- Christie Love,
how long has it been

since you've babysat
from midnight to eight

with a bunch of winos?

- Cortino trusts Helena, right?

She knows where that
ledger is, right?

So he's got to have a hold
so strong on her that,

hey, come on, I want to dig
in and find those skeletons.

- Get out.

Get out.

- All right, listen,
I'll make a bet with you.

When's that next shipment due?

- I don't know, an hour,
a month, I don't know.

- Uh-huh, precisely.

Give me three days.

If I don't come up with
anything by then, you win.

- Win?

I win what?

- You name it, you got it.

- Uh, you better
report to Manzo.

- Manzo!

He's with the pickpocket detail!

- That's right, baby,

and you do a good job
for the force, you hear?

Now, what'd you say, Stoner,
with the blue pins or what?

- [Stoner] The blue pins
indicate dealings with the city,

firm contracts, right?

The red pins are
contracts with the state.

- Hello, Tom?

Christie.

Ah, not too good.

I'm afraid I'm calling in sick.

I won't be able to do any
pickpocket detail, today.

Mm hmm.

Right, okay, bye bye.

[jazzy music]

[doorbell rings]

[dog barking]

- Yes.

- I'd like to see
Mrs. Long, please.

- Oh?

You jiving me?

- Would I jive you?

- Come in.

- Excuse me, but this lady-

- Mrs. Long.

- Mrs. Long?

I'm Mrs. Long no longer.

I'm Mrs. Fenley.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

Oh, didn't Abby tell you?

We no longer need any help.

- Mother, you are
really disgusting!

- Darling, for all we know
she may be Avon calling.

- Hello, sister.

Welcome.

- No thanks.

Mrs. Fenley, Christie Love.

- Police?

- And now, Mrs. Fenley,
about 10 years ago,

you had, as an employee,
a Helena Varga.

- Helena?

- Helena.

- Helena, uh...

- Yes, I'd appreciate
any information

you can supply about her.

- Information.

- Yes well, you
see, she's applied

for this very high security
position in government.

- Helena? [laughing]

- I'm sorry, I can't
tell you any more,

but I'm sure you understand.

- Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

Well, what can I tell you?

It's been a very long time.

- Well, according to our
records, Mrs. Fenley,

she spend a year here as
companion to your daughter?

- Yes.

Yes, that's right.

She, um, she came
from some orphanage,

or convent, or
something, I think.

- And at that time, she was
also taking night courses

at a business college.

Now, their records show that
she finished high school at 16,

and she was studying
bilingual stenography.

- Lordy be.

- Suddenly, she dropped out,

and at the same
time, she left here.

Mrs. Fenly, can you tell me why?

- No.

No, I can't.

I think she got a
better position.

- Daddy knocked-
- Amy!

I'm sorry.

I really can't help you
any further, Miss...

- Love.

Mrs. Fenley, did
Helena have that child?

- I'm sorry.

I told you, I cannot
help you any further.

- Well thanks anyway.

And I must say, it's
been quite an experience

meeting you all.

Ciao.

- Helena never appeared
to be a communist

if that's what you want to know.

- Is Helena in any trouble?

- No.

You dig Helena.

- Yeah, I do.

She was really good to me.

She paid attention.

That was hard for her, you
know. She had her own grief.

- What kind of grief?

- I don't know.

I used to go to her room,
and she'd be crying.

She had no one.

- Did she have her baby?

Did she intend to have it, Amy?

Come on, you gotta remember
something about it.

- I was a kid.

She talked about
never having the baby.

I never heard anything more.

- You take care.

And are you gonna be
all right in there?

- Oh, sure.

- Okay, and I'd cool
it with the grass.

- You know something?

You kind of remind me of Helena.

[thoughtful music]

[suspenseful music]

- Tacky.

[dramatic music]

[bright dance music]

[romantic music]

- Oh, tacky.

Tacky lady.

[rhythmic drum music]

- Celia.

[door opens]
[suspenseful music]

[hangers rattling]

[jazzy music]

- Oh, Christie.

What the devil are
you doing here?

- I'm shopping.

Ain't this the
Goodwill thrift shop?

- Didn't I tell you
you were off the job?

- So I'm off.

What are you doing here?

You got a warrant?

- We've got this place covered.

You were spotted coming
in here, Sherlock.

- Hmm.

- After Helena
left with Cortino.

What's that?

Well, it's not the
ledger we're looking for.

- I can see that.

[dramatic music]

[rhythmic drum music]

Oo, that's wild.

- Turn you on?

- Turn you on?

- Oh, you're a regular
Don Juan, aren't ya?

- How would you know?

- Mm, things you hear.

Now, am I still off the case?

- Yes.

This isn't child's
play, you know.

- Well, neither is this.

And don't forget our bet.

I got two more days.

- I didn't make
any bet with you.

- Oh, come on.

I'm on to something.

I got a hunch about Helena
and that nephew in Miami.

Now, 10 years ago, Helena
Varga got pregnant.

And she talked about
having an abortion,

but I don't think she did.

Look here.

I think this is her
kid, the one in Miami.

For some reason, she
wants everybody to think

he's just her nephew.

- What does all this have to
do with the ledger or Cortino?

- That's what I'm
gonna find out.

- No, you're not.

You're going to report
to Manzo in the morning.

- Mr. Reardon,
tomorrow is my day off.

Don't forget to lock up 'fore
you leave now, you hear?

- All the time, and when you're
drunk, you can do anything.

The only trouble I had
was when I was sober,

but I thank God
for that trouble.

Because once I was
sober long enough

to come down here to
Alcoholics Anonymous,

and now I am never gonna
have to pay that price again.

See, I knew one thing-

- Celia.

- Hi.

I saved you a donut.

- Look at you.

You look fantastic.

- Hey, I feel great.

- Tell me, how's the job going?

- Well, it, uh, keeps
me off the street.

Need some help?

- Mm hmm.

- I thought so when
you called tonight.

Who?

- Helena Varga.

[sighs]

Sorry.

- Well, there's really
not much I can tell you.

I met her about 10 years ago

at one of those
abortion clinics.

And then about a year later,

we worked in a house together.

Then she left.

I haven't seen her since.

- You haven't seen
her since then?

But you talk to her, though.

- Give us this day
our daily bread.

And forgive us our-

- But how come she calls you?

- Because I was like her friend.

You know, I helped break her in.

Christie, please, I'd
do anything for you.

You helped save my life.

- Hey, I don't want any favors.

- Baby, I know you
kept me out of jail.

I know that, but don't.

- Do you know the kind of
stuff that Helena is into?

- I can't tell you
nothing, Christie.

I haven't seen her
for a long time.

- Did she have the
abortion that time?

- What do you mean?

- I mean, I don't
figure she did.

I got a feeling that
she had that kid, Celia.

Did she?

- No.

She had a abortion
at that place.

- What place?

- I don't know.

[sighs] I can't remember.

- Try.

- [sighs] Shady
Acres, Sunny Acres,

near Ojai.

I mean, I think they went out
of business a long time ago.

- She had the abortion.

Thanks, Celia.

- I mean, a lot of places
went out of business

at that time because
of the pill, you know?

I think you really gotta be
dumb, nowadays to get caught.

- Hey, don't be scared.

You know I wouldn't hurt you.

Hang loose, Mama.

[thoughtful music]

[banging]

[men exclaiming]

[dramatic music]

[tentative applauding]

- That is just beautiful.

I tell you, there's your new
gold mine, samurai movies.

Could be bigger here than all
that Chinese kung fu stuff.

- Mr. Cortino, I
enjoyed the film,

but, I don't see the connection.

- Let me tell you about Japan.

It's gonna take over
the whole planet.

[phone ringing]

- I mean, with the
transistors, and the cameras,

and the cars, and
now these movies,

- That's certainly true.

I suppose next to
the German Mark,

the Yen's the most stable
currency in the world today.

- Aha, just so.

Now, we are going into
the movie business,

and we are going to clean up.

- Mr. Cortino, could we
get down to our business?

Please.

- In a hurry.

You kids are always in a hurry.

- I called your apartment first.

I don't know what she's after.

She's been asking all
kinds of questions about-

- I can't speak for the others,
but well, Dad is concerned.

- Now, you tell
Dad, take it easy.

Tell all your dads don't shove.

- No no, I'm glad you called.
- Okay, two days.

It'll be a Thursday,
two days from now.

You'll have your stuff.

- Great, terrific.

- You go back to your dads,

you tell them from
me, not to worry.

- Thanks, Mr. Cortino.

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much.

[men muttering]

[dramatic music]

- You bring back such memories.

Those were lovely times.

Not a week would pass
without some small thrill.

- The good ol' days, huh?

- Now everything is legal.

Sunny Acres is
truly a rest home.

- Well, keeps you
out of jail, Pop.

- This is a jail.

You know, in the past 12 months,

the youngest woman I've
examined was 73 years old.

- Really?

- Did anybody ever tell you,
you have a beautiful form?

I appreciate that.

Why don't we go into my office.

We can talk better.

- Oh, this is fine, right here.

Thanks.

- Okay.

- Doc, we were talking
about Helena Varga?

- Oh, yes, yes, yes.

I remember Helena.

Oh, what beauty, what fire.

What a form.

- When exactly did
she have her abortion?

- Abortion?

- Well, yeah.

Didn't she come here
to have an abortion?

- No.

There was no
abortion for Helena.

I delivered her baby,
a boy, a beautiful boy.

- Sure?

- Am I sure?

Why of course.

She worked here for three months

afterwards until the adoption.

- Adoption?

- She was really
quite brilliant,

you know, uneducated,
but brilliant.

A head that could
grasp a problem.

- Who, who adopted the baby?

- Oh, I don't know.

Rich people from
some fancy suburb.

- Like her family in Miami,
maybe, or some place like that?

- No, no, no, no
no, definitely no.

Nothing like that for Helena.

[jazzy music]

- Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

Here I am having my dinner,
and I forgot all about yours.

Just come up on
something I can't figure.

There you go.

Come on.

Clarence, don't get pushy.

[phone ringing]

- Christie Love, here.

- Christie?

Hi.

This is Celia.

- Celia?

- Guess what, baby.

Baby, guess what.

- Oh honey, did
I do that to you?

- [Celia] Did I do what to what?

- Celia, tell me where you
are and I'll come and get you.

- No, no, no.

Come over my house.

Mm, I want to talk to you.

Hurry up.

- [Man In Car] That's her.

[jazzy music]

[dog barking]

[suspenseful music]

[baby crying]

- Celia!

Celia.

Celia.

- Oh, hi.

- Hi.

- I must have dozed off.

- It's okay.

Come on.

Come on, honey, let's
get you on the bed.

- [Celia] Yes'm.

- Okay.

It's okay.

There we go, come on.

There we go.

- Get going.

- Okay, baby.

You're gonna be all right.

Take it easy.

- Who did I go and do?

I went and had a
little, a little slip.

[both chuckling]

- It's all right, darlin'.

You can start all over.

- That's right.

- Celia honey,
you wanna tell me?

- See, see you, you,
you don't know Helena.

She's such a real friend.

So every once in a while,

every six months,

I go see the baby.

- Baby?

- [Celia] I tell
her how he's doing.

- What baby?

- He ain't no baby no more.

He's a big boy, now.

He's cute.

He's really cute.

- Celia honey, has
Helena ever talked about

or mentioned a ledger?

- Helena?
- Mm hmm.

- Got a whole lot
of black in her.

- Celia.

- She almost a soul sister.

[Celia laughing]
[door rattling]

[suspenseful music]

Somebody forgot
to shut the door!

- Come back here, woman!

[gunfire popping]

Celia.

[gunfire pops]

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

[crashing]

[sad music]

- But Christie, that information
is not merely privileged,

it's almost sacred.

- Myron, that's why I
came to you, old buddy.

- I mean, that's like
the initial guarantee.

- Uh-huh.

- When a couple adopts a child,

they are assured that the
natural mother will never learn.

- Myron, now you're acting
like a natural mother.

- Even with a court
order, I don't believe

that you can oblige any adoption
agency to reveal the name-

- Hey, Myron, I'll keep
your silly old secret,

man, I promise!

Come on!

You can give me
that information.

Use your contacts.

Hey, uh, don't make
me do this, okay?

Uh, all right, hey
listen, I happen to know

that your sister Rita has
been fooling around with-

- Christie!

- Myron, are you
gonna help me or not?

Thanks old buddy.

- [Passenger] That one's 536.

We're getting close.

540.

- Ah, there it is, Walter,

right there on the mailbox,
Kilday, John Kilday.

- [Walter] Okay.

- Look, that must be him.

But which one?

Hmm, which one is Kilday?

[kids yelling]

Uh, tell me, coach,
how many teams

do you have competing
in this park league?

- Eight.

We got eight, and the
kids are really terrific.

- Yeah, they looks
pretty terrific.

- What, paper are
you with, again?

- The People's Press.

You see, we're doing
a series of articles

on community athletic programs.

Coach, do you think we
could maybe call the boys in

for a team picture?

- Sure.

- Fantastic.

[whistle trilling]

Hey, you look really
good out there.

Hey, why don't we all
get in a straight line,

and we can have
some pictures taken,

and I can get your names, okay?

- [Team] Okay.

- Let's see how fast we can get
in a line. Come on, quickly.

Straight line, let's go!

Okay, and you are?

- Andrew Mason.

- Andrew Mason, thank you.

- Calvin Farnsworth, ma'am.

- Farnsworth, thank you.

- [Calvin] You're welcome.

- John Kilday, Jr.

- I'm sorry, could you
repeat that, please?

- John Kilday.

K-I-L-D-A-Y junior.

- Thank you, John.

We wouldn't want to
forget the junior.

And you are?

Henry Hank Knutson the third.

- If you say so, sugar.

[doorbell ringing]

- Hey, hey, you got a warrant?

- You want to see
me, sweetheart.

I can save your skin.

- Right, just like
you did with Celia.

You stick your big no-

- Hey, just shut up!

Just shut your face!

Now, Celia was my friend,
and she was doing just fine

until she got tangled up
with you and your kid.

- What?

What kid?

- Hey, come on, I
know about your kid,

and I'm not talking about
that nephew of yours

in Miami either,

so let's just stop with
the games already, okay?

- Lady, you get
out of here, okay?

You just leave me alone.

- Tomorrow I'll
prove to you I know.

- Just lay off of me.

Cortino's coming and
I don't want you here.

- Cortino, yeah, I want
to know about him, too,

and about that ledger,

and all that junk
he's shipping in here.

- He's due here any minute,

and I don't want you
here, so get out!

- Why don't you want him to
see me here with you, huh?

How come you're
afraid of me, huh?

Tell me that.

- Would you get out?

- You know what?

I bet you Cortino doesn't know
about your real kid, does he?

He thinks that nephew of
yours in Miami is your boy.

Baby, you got him
snowed, too, don't you?

Well, why all the lies?

Why all the pretense, huh?

[slap cracks]

Just cool it.

Just cool it.

- Now, I'm gonna do you a favor.

You ever been to the
City Museum, huh?

I didn't think so,

but you be there tomorrow
morning, you hear?

10:00 a.m. sharp and
we can make a deal.

Now, open the door.

[doorbell ringing]

- [Cortino] What took you
so long to open the door?

- Well, Mr. Cortino,

never though I'd be
meeting up with you.

- Cop.

- So this is the lady who's
been bothering you, hmm?

- The one and only.

- Yeah well, I'll see you.

- All right, go ahead,
little big shot.

Ms. Varga and I
have an engagement.

- Yeah well, have a good time.

Excuse me.

- I'll have Mr. Loomis
take you to your car.

- You don't have
to bother, really.

- Oh, no bother at all.

Everywhere you go,
these days, degenerates.

Good night.

- Yeah, good night.

Come on, shorty.

- Look, I told you.

She forced her way in.

- All right, what for?

- The damn ledger, again.

- Ho, ho, ho, ho, that's funny.

Now, that is really funny.

- It's not funny.

Now, cut that out.

- Oh, come on, everything's
gonna be beautiful.

- Tomorrow's our big day, huh?

You're all right, aren't you?

[suspenseful music]

- If you're carrying
a concealed weapon,

I'm obliged to take you in.

- This is pretty nice
in here, isn't it?

Did you look at this?

What is this?

Teak?

It's kinda nice, isn't it?

[clears throat]

[clicking]

[grunts]

[gasping]

[grunting]

- Ya!

Ya!

[exclaiming]
[thudding]

I'm obliged to warn you

that anything you say
may be used against ya.

You're under arrest.

[dramatic music]

- You sure those pictures
are Helena Varga's kid?

- A1 positive.

- Well, it's 10 after 10:00
and she hasn't shown yet.

- She will.

That's one scared
lady, believe me.

She's scared to death

of Cortino finding out
anything about this kid.

- Well, suppose Cortino
does know about both kids.

Which is which?

- Well, then you'd win our
little bet, wouldn't you?

- You didn't mean that, did you?

- Didn't I?

[both chuckling]

[clears throat]

- Hey, I thought this was
between the two of us.

- Oh, this is my
boss, Captain Reardon.

- Nuh uh.

- Hold on, darlin'.

A present.

- So what's that?

- So take a look.

- So a kid, so what?

- That's not your kid?

- No, he's a stranger.

Hey look, you pig, I don't
know what you're trying to do,

but I don't know that kid.

- Mm hmm.

His name is John Kilday Junior.

He resides at 550 Garden
Drive, Rolling Hills.

[sad music]

Hey, you've never seen
him before, have you?

- Not since he was a baby.

- How come?

You knew all about
him, where he-

- Um, if she saw
him, she'd want him.

- Look, Ms. Varga, the
kid's name, address,

dates, and the name
of his real mother.

- Helena Varga.

- Now, you have some information
that we want, Ms. Varga.

- I don't know
anything, nothing.

- Ms. Varga, you
see this envelope?

It's addressed to Enzo Cortino.

Now, there's a stamp on it,
and it's ready to be mailed.

Now, there's a mailbox right
over there by the entrance.

Now, what do you say? You
feel like talking or what?

- So you send him the pictures.

So what?

- So what?

You know, for years, you've
been pretending to Cortino

that your nephew in Miami
is your real kid, right?

Now, why is it so important
to keep Cortino dumb

about this kid?

Why are you protecting him,
hiding him from Cortino?

- Damn you!

- Now, wait a minute.

It's not gonna be
that easy, Ms. Varga.

Now, we'll make a trade,
the kid for the information.

- You wouldn't put that
kid's life in danger.

You wouldn't do that.

Please.

Okay.

- Casey!

- So what do you want?

- You know what we want,
Helena, Cortino's ledger.

- Oh, that's funny.

- Oh, come on, Ms. Varga,
let's get to it, huh?

- Get to it, that's
really funny, Mr. Reardon,

'cause you are, you are with it.

See, it's right here
in the room with you.

It's me, stupid, me!

Here, I'll show you.

Stores.

Central Avenue and France,

Central Avenue at 236th Street,

20 foot by 80 foot
building plus basement,

suitable for women
and children's wear,

call 657-1657.

Floral park, renovate this
solid 900 square foot building

yourself, handyman's special.

I'm Enzo Cortino's ledger.

- Wow.

What do you do?

- Ms. Varga, I want to
know how Cortino operates,

when the next shipment comes
in, how, why, everything.

In exchange, immunity,
protection all the way down the
line.

Come on, we'll talk
about it as we're waking.

- No, first I want
to see my kid.

- Well, we can arrange that.

- Now!

'Cause later it won't
matter, 'cause I'll be dead.

And I want to see him just once.

And you don't get anything
out of me until I do.

I swear it.

- You know for somebody
in your business,

you've got quite a problem.

You got feelings, girl.

- Yeah what about you?

You...

saw him, my son?

- Yeah, just for
a minute, though.

He's a nice little boy, too.

- His old man was
all right, I guess.

I was just a baby.

- Cortino is pretty
sure of you, isn't he?

- He was sure.

My photographic memory
became important.

No one could steal the
records, nothing written.

And to ensure my loyalty,

he let me know Raymond's life
would always be at stake.

I had him convinced
Raymond was my son.

- And you kept up that game

knowing your nephew's
life was on the line?

- I was crazy.

I had to protect him. He had
to be safe no matter what.

I couldn't stop.

- Hey, does that vehicle
look familiar to you?

[suspenseful music]

- Turn off just in case.

- All right.

[tires squealing]

Hey, they're really
tailing us, now.

- Yeah, we better
head somewhere else.

- Boy, the friend
that lent me this car

is really gonna be shook up.

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

[gunfire pops]

- You got a gun?

- Yeah.

[gunfire popping]

[grunting]

[tires squealing]

[gunfire pops]

[crashing]

- Where we going?

- I'm taking you to the
hospital, so just hold on.

- I want to see him first.

- You're gonna see
him, but right now-

- Right now's all I got.

You take me to him, or you
don't get anything out of me.

[children chattering]

So where's my baby, huh?

- Pretty soon,
honey, pretty soon.

They should, they
should be out here.

Better be.

- Want him.

[footsteps running]

- Here they come.

There they are.

- [Boy] John!

- Which one is he,
huh, which one?

- You see him over there?

The one with the ball.

- [Boy] Here Alan.

Alan?

- Oh.

So that's my kid, huh?

- He's a nice boy, too.

Hey, I'm getting you to
the hospital right now.

- No, give me that thing.

- Kyoto Theater, today,

movies and film.

In the film-

- Contacts, honey, the contacts.

- Seattle, Nicky Florence.

Portland, Marvin Marcus.

San Francisco, Mike D'Onofrio.

San Diego...

He's a nice kid, huh?

- The best.

You got the best.

[sad music]

Helena?

Helena?

- Hiya!

Hiya!

- Well, thank you for
the prompt delivery.

- Always a pleasure.

- [Man On Movie] Hiya.

Hiya.

- Yes?

- Police.

I understand you're
showing porno movies, here.

- Porno?

I don't understand.

- Yeah, you understand.

You understand.

I'd like to take a
look at your film.

Come on.

Get out of the way.

This how you do it?

Ha ha!

Very dirty movie.

- Everywhere you go
these days, degenerates.

You under arrest, sugar.

Thanks for the ride.

- Well, it was the
least I could do.

You didn't think I was
gonna put you in a cab

and let you go home alone.

- [Christie] Mmm.

- [Casey] Where's your key.

- Oh, I can manage, thank you.

- Well, there's no
doubt about that.

- Oh, ho, ho, ho.

That's not a compliment?

- Yeah, as a matter
of fact, it is.

You did a very good job.

- Mm hmm.

The least I could do.

Well, good night, Mr. Reardon.

- Good night?

Well now, wait a minute.

I, um, thought we'd
have a night cap.

- You know, is been a rare
day, and I am very tired.

All I want to do
is get in my tub,

excuse me, and soak for
about a week and a half.

- Well, I just though that
we'd have a little drink.

- Oh, did you, now?

If you remember, I won the bet.

- Okay, so why don't we
celebrate by having a night cap?

- Okay then, but just
one, and that's my limit.

[dramatic music]