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She's quite a woman.

You agree?

I'm a hard-headed businessman,
considered ruthless by some people.

But when I look at that picture,
I don't know.

Does something to me.

Do you know the girl?

Girl?

No.

It's the September center
spread from townhouse.

I had it framed for the wall.

Sometimes I just sit
here for hours staring at it.

I wonder who she is, what she's doing now.

I see.

No, I don't think you do.

I think you find me quite strange, correct?

Look, Mr. Forbes,

it's not my job to judge people.

I'm a private investigator,

and I still can't help
wondering why you sent for me.

It's very simple, really.

I want you to find that girl for me.

I'm told you're a man who can do it.

That's it?

Well, really.

I want daily reports of your progress.

Complete history on the girl.

And Harris,

I want no file kept on her.

Understand?

Okay. Might not be easy though.
That picture is nearly a year old.

Don't worry about it.
Perhaps you didn't know.

I'm a very wealthy man who has a
reputation for getting what he wants.

You take all the time
you need. Just find her.

My fee is $100 a day plus expenses.

And I'll add a $50,000 bonus to
that if you find her and bring her to me.

Look, please understand.

It's been a long time
since I've felt anything.

My whole existence has
been devoted to making money.

When I saw that picture, I suddenly
realized what a waste my life was.

I've never begged anybody for
anything, but I'm begging you.

Please find that girl for me.

You'll be hearing from me.

Take all the time you need, but find her.

Just a minute please,
just one more shot here.

Fine.

Her name's Barbie Hamilton. Ring a bell?

No. Do you have a picture or anything?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, what's she done?

All the right things, I
guess. I have a client that's

fallen in love with her.

Well, I don't know where she
is now. They come and go at a

really fast pace, you know.

Well, look, anything you
might be able to remember.

What she was like, when
you last saw her, anything.

Let's see. There's really not much to say.

The Mondwing Agency sent
her up here on an assignment.

She was nervous as hell. I remember that.

What the hell is this?

This is it.

I've had it.

I'm through.

Find yourself another boy.

I thought you weren't the type
who got personally involved

in his work.

Look, I've never quite
had a case like this before.

You start tracking down
a nice young college girl.

And you end up with a...

A whore.

I see.

Eris, this is not an
easy thing for me to do.

I rarely come down and ask
for anything, but I'm asking you

to stay on this case, at least
for the rest of the two weeks.

Why? I don't understand.

I'm not sure I do either.

It's got something to do, I
suppose, with the fact that

you've been on it with me
from the very beginning.

We've shared something.

It's why I'm asking you to
stay on it for a little while longer.

Ah, shit!

Look, Mr. Forbes, you've
got some tapes in there.

They come from an interview
with a guy named Fox.

Let me tell you a little
bit about Fox and Barbie.

Very nice pictures.

Let's talk about you.

Let's talk about Barbie Hamilton.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

Tell me about yourself.

I want to be somebody...

well, somebody that people
recognize on the street.

That's very nice.

Have you ever done any acting before?

Some.

With a local company in St. Louis.

And with my college theater group.

Have any objections to doing a nude scene?

Well, I guess that would depend
upon the script and the characters.

Well, I can't promise you
anything, Miss Barbie Hamilton,

but I would like you to read for me.

Well, what type of film
are you planning on doing?

Oh, it's kind of a love story.
Here, I'd like you to read

this scene for me.

Now, you're on the
telephone. This is a telephone

conversation with your boyfriend Arnie.

You're pregnant, and
you're going to tell him.

He doesn't know you're pregnant.

You're going to tell him the
test is positive. Start right here.

Okay.

Arnie? Arnie, I've got to talk to you.

No, not next week, not tomorrow, right now.

Arnie, I'm pregnant.

Yes, I'm sure. The lab tests were positive.

What are we going to do?

No, Arnie, I can't do that. I'm afraid.

Arnie, I love you. I thought you loved me.

That was excellent. You read very well.

Now, I'd like you to do
that with your clothes off.

With my clothes off? But I
don't normally talk on the phone

with my clothes off.

Would you trust me?

I think so.

Barbie, I like you very
much. I want you to relax.

I want you to trust me.

Let's go in the bedroom so
we can have some privacy.

Okay.

Relax, Barbie. You have
such a beautiful body.

You know it's one of your
strong points. You have such

beautiful lines.

I want to see more of your
body. Please don't be scared.

But I am afraid, Tommy.

It'll be okay, baby. I want you to relax.

Tilt your head back.

That's it. Close your eyes.

Your breasts are so warm.
I'm getting so hot, baby.

You don't mind, do you? No.

Do you feel comfortable? I'm getting there.

Oh.

Look, why don't you go
home and get some sleep?

You don't look as if you've
had a good night's sleep since

we began.

Okay, Mr. Forrest. I'm still your man.

At least for another six days.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Just one question, though.

By her weight, why do
you still want this girl?

I mean, after all you know about her.

Oh, I don't think you could understand.

Being a moralist, I doubt you could.

Let me say this.

Barbie and I are two of a kind.

One's hung up on money and
power, the other on love and fame, or...

What have you?

You're wrong. I think I do understand.

I'll be in touch.

Harris, the $50,000 is here.

Waiting for you.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sending along a reel of
film that I bought from Steele.

This is pretty much the
sort of thing she was into.

If you're thinking of buying
up the negatives, forget it.

This is only one of a
couple of dozens she made.

There must be hundreds of
copies in circulation by now.

I'll be in touch.

Good morning, Tit and Tat Agency.

Now, I'm sorry Mr. Tat
is not in at the moment.

And Miss Tit is out to about here.

Hmph! The same to you, fella.

Good morning, Mr. Chad.

Morning.

I didn't expect you in so soon.

Very good this morning. Very, very good.

Mr. Chad.

We have a lot of dictation this morning.

I'll buzz for you.

Mmm.

I'm all set here, Mr. Tatt.

Address this to Zeppler
Zippers Incorporated.

Dear Mr. Zeppler, your zipper is stuck.

You must be some sort of sadist to
ship zippers with sharp, shearing sides.

Read that back, please.

Dear Mr. Zeppler, your zippers suck.

Do you really want me
to write that, Mr. Tatt?

Do you want to see the scars?

Oh, you poor dear.

Oh, Mr. Tatt, can I make
it feel better for you?

Oh, poor baby.

Harris.

Just how long is it going to
take you to find Barbie Hamilton?

Oh, look, Mr. Fett.

I asked you a question.

Am I getting closer?

Yes.

But can I just say something?

There's something
about this case I don't like.

Can't quite put my finger on it exactly.

I thought you weren't the type who
got his personality involved in his work.

And that's not it.

I don't know.

It's like watching a person drown and
being too far away to be able to help.

I'm getting a feeling that
I never quite had before.

A kind of a sick peeping tom feeling.

Well, if you're so unhappy,
I suppose I'll have to find

somebody else who wants to make $50,000.

I'm not asking out.

I guess I'm just having a bad day.

Forget it.

I thought you'd feel that way.

What are you working on now?

Well, this afternoon I'm meeting a
guy she used to know in New York.

An Anton, something rather.

He's a European.

All right.

You've got two weeks
from today to find her.

After that, I get another boy.

Fair enough.

Harris, let me worry
about the ladies' morality.

You concentrate on how
you'll spend that $50,000.

Right.

Mr. Harris.

Yeah.

Listen, I don't want to take up
too much of your valuable time.

It's all right.

Get over your drink.

Fine.

I'd like a beefy martini on the
rocks with a twist of lemon, please.

Waiter, a beefy martini on
the rock with a twist of lemon.

Tell me, Mr. Harris, how can I help you?

You said on the phone that
it would be very beneficial for

both of us to get together.

That depends.

In what?

On you and what you might
know about a certain girl.

Are you from the police?

No, no.

Just a private investigator
trying to get some information

on that certain girl.

May that be?

Her name's Barbie Hamilton?

Barbie?

Yes, of course.

Of course.

What sort of help can I give you?

It's been a long time, and my
memory, as I say, grows dim.

Thank you.

Yes, well, perhaps 100 might
help to refresh that memory.

It helps.

Perhaps 200 might even be more refreshing.

All right.

I'll tell you about Barbie
Hamilton, Mr. Harris.

I'll tell you.

She was what you might
call a refreshing change.

Beat many women, Barbie.

Barbie was one of the rare jewels.

Oh, this is such a fantastic bed.

It's so firm.

I'm sure it is, because it's mine,
and I always have the best, always.

How can you afford all this?

How can I afford it?

I give parties for people,
people with culture and

breathing, swinging parties.

Um, Barry tells me that
you need another girl.

Barbie's a very generous man.

He'll send me many girls,
but not as beautiful as you.

And that's how I met Barbie Hamilton.

Last thing.

Sure.

When was the last time you saw her?

It's been a while now.

Over a year.

I don't know where she is, but I know
of a lady that might be able to help you.

Well, Harris, as the ever
popular Mae West would say,

your story has touched my 40 carat

diamond heart right down to my little toes.

Let me level with you, honey.

Your kind of heart.

Now hold it, hold it.

Wait a second, okay?

What's this about your kind, my kind?

We're really not so different, you and I.

We both hire up.

Does that make you a whore?

Sometimes.

Sometimes more than even you know.

I kind of believe that.

Harris, do you realize
what you're asking of me?

I mean, if a grand jury came
to me with the same questions,

do you know what I would tell them?

I'd tell them to go piss up a rope.

Grand juries look to hurt people.

I'm not.

Look, this could be the biggest
favor you could do for her.

She doesn't need any favors.

She's happy the way she is.

Are you so sure about that?

Oh, who the hell's sure about anything?

Come on.

You don't really believe
I'm trying to hurt her, right?

Somehow or other, I kind
of think you're an honest guy.

Okay, let me wrap it up then.

Give me enough to make my report.

Then what?

That's it.

Case closed.

Okay, Harris, I guess I'm just a
sucker for that handsome face of yours.

But I'm warning you.

There's a lot of me in the
telling because I just can't

relate to something that
hasn't happened to me.

Picture this.

Springtime in New York,
apple blossoms, candlelight,

a bucket of champagne,
my lover, and Barbie.

Anton love, be a dear, seat of the wine.
Please take your time.

Barbie and I have a
little girl-to-girl talk to do.

Anton tells me that you're
going to be at our next party.

Yes, it sounds like fun.

And it pays well too. But I guess
you've been through that before.

No. The way Anton
explained it to me was that

I'd be here for the party
and if I found someone I liked,

I could go with him. And if I
didn't, well, I wouldn't have to.

Oh, I just love the way
that Anton explains things.

That is the way it is, isn't it?

You're a kid. It's pretty much the same.

I understand what you're saying.

You understand.

I just don't think that I can
do something that I really

don't feel like doing.

Jesus, I can't ever
remember feeling like that.

A trick's a trick. Take
your money and run, honey.

Don't you feel as though
you have to like someone?

Oh, sure. I love the whole fucking world.

Barbie, haven't you ever
had a job that you didn't like?

I understand what you're
saying, but I just don't think

that I could ever feel that way.

You know what, Barbie, I
really think you mean that.

Have you ever made love to a woman?

No.

You should try it.

I never really thought about it.

Well, no one ever asked me.

Well, stick around here,
honey. They'll ask you.

Barbie, you are very, very lovely.

I kind of almost hate to corrupt you.

My dear little girl, you
have skin like satin.

I'd quite love to feel it all over.

Oh, that feels so pretty.

Hello you high-bending sucker.
Welcome to Patty's establishment.

Do we have some treats
in store for you tonight?

We have two.

Yes, we have two of the most
luscious females ever to grace

this fancy sporting house.

Anton, hit the lights, honey.

I still...

That's it.

That's it.

Beauty.

I told you you were a
lucky son of a gun, Bentley.

Yes, indeed.

Notice the fine curve of
her breasts and sensual lips.

Come on, big boy.

She's all yours.

Anton, put the lights on again
so he can see what he's getting.

What are you waiting for,
honey? Time's a-wastin'.

Well, suckers, I said two and I meant two.

Here's another pretty bit of
femininity straight from the

college campus to put
a little culture in your life.

The kind you can't always buy.

Anton Love, hit the lights again.

Well, let's hear it, boys, for
this gorgeous piece of culture.

Take it off, take it off.

Looks like there's plenty to go around.

Do you want to see a little more?

That's for me.

Mmm.

Some dish.

Well, you high rollers, is that a
match set, or is that a match set?

I'm almost afraid for you to see
the rest of our titillating tableau.

If any of you fellas have a
bad ticker, I'd advise you to

leave the room.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Whee!

And you lose a little something.

The kicks are still there,
but they don't come as often.

But Barbie was the kind who put
the kicks right back where they belong.

She's got great instincts.

She's able to ride with
whatever is happening.

It's kind of difficult to explain, Harris,
but I know one thing for sure.

She does have her head on straight.

And in this business, that's going so.

happens that way you dig down
deep enough and you wind up a

winner it took

two telephone calls from Patty
to make the connection Paris

told you I was a

sucker for that handsome
face of yours she'll meet you at

11 now I didn't go

into any details with her
except to tell her that you were

an okay guy I hope

everything works out please
sit down thank you you've been

a very hard lady

to find you know I think I
know you as well now as anyone

in the world and yet

I really don't know you at
all why are you interested I

have a client who's

hooked on you and and he
wants to go for the whole bowl of

wax more money than

ever dreamed of and a diamond
ring for a picket parents you

don't quite fit my

image of a private investigator

I think somewhere deep down
inside, you're a really sweet guy.

That's me, alright? Mr. Charmy.

No, really. Look.

I'm flattered that someone
would go through all the time

and effort to try to find me.

But I could care less.

You may not believe this,
but I'm not really for sale.

You know, I really think I believe that.

I hate the kind of work I do.
I hate the cheap, ugly people.

But I can't hate you.

Why would you hate me?

Because...

I can't quite figure you out.

There's nothing to figure
out. I'm just me. That's all.

What now?

I don't know.

I like you, Harris.

I really do like you.

Do you know how long it's been
since someone said, I like you to me?

Oh sure, a lot of chicks have
told me how much they love

me, and bet, but like me?

Well, I don't even like myself.

I know how you feel.

Yeah, I believe you do. I just
wish you knew as much about

me as I know about you.

Why? There's the hearing now,
you and me. What else counts?

When you put it that way, it gets nothing.

So?

Once you finish your drink,
you've got a lot to talk about.

Well, where to?

We could take a 20 mile ride
and I could pick up $50,000.

Or we could take a thousand mile ride.

Just for the hell of it.

Is that what I'm worth? 50,000?

You got it. That's the price tag.

Paris?

It's been a long time since
somebody wanted me.

Really wanted me.

Just as I am.

Without a price tag.

Well, should we take a
chance and go for broke?

I've got nothing to lose.

Hello, Forbes? It's Harris. Yeah, I know.

The rest of the world is sleeping too.

Listen, Forbes, I'm packing it in.
No, it's you who doesn't understand.

What you're looking for doesn't exist.
It's as unreal as that picture.

What the hell, I don't get a chance
to kiss off $50,000 every day.

Forbes, you're still there.
One last thing. Don't call me,

I'll call you.