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["Don't Smoke In Bed"
by Peggy Lee playing]

♪ I left a note ♪

♪ On his dresser ♪

♪ And my old wedding ring ♪

♪ With these few goodbye words ♪

[woman moaning]

♪ How can I sing ♪

♪ Goodbye ♪

♪ Old sleepyhead ♪

♪ I'm packin' you in ♪

♪ Like I said ♪

♪ Take care of everything ♪

♪ I'm leaving my
wedding ring... ♪

[moaning continues]

♪ Don't look for me ♪

♪ I'll get ahead ♪

♪ Remember, darling ♪

♪ Don't smoke in bed ♪

[man] I suppose it's fair to say that
infidelity made me what I am today.

I know lots of investigators
won't handle divorce cases.

The truth is not that many guys
are good at matrimonial work.

It takes finesse and experience.

Hell, everybody makes mistakes.

But if you marry one, they expect you
to pay for it for the rest of your life.

I don't care whose fault it
is, his, hers or the milkman's.

If one of them comes to me, it
means they're both miserable.

And that's my job, putting
people out of their misery.

[moaning continues]

♪ Don't look for me ♪

♪ I'll get ahead ♪

[moaning continues]

♪ Remember, darling ♪

♪ Don't smoke in bed ♪

[man] Oh, no.

Oh, no, Kitty. How could you?

You told me you were going to
the beauty parlor in Hollywood...

and now I find you here,

just where they said I'd find
you, in Room 19-H of the...

[man 2, whispering]
Bird of Paradise Motel.

Of the Bird of Paradise
Motel in Redondo Beach...

at two in the afternoon on
October 27th, 1948, with this man.

Mr. Berman, uh, it's unnatural
to discuss what year it is

when you're staring at your
wife in bed with another man.

But my lawyer said
to be very specific...

We'll establish
the date. Just, uh...

All right?

[sighs]

[dog barking outside]

- Oh, no, no. Oh, no.
- [rumbling]

[alarm bell ringing]

- [man 2] It's an earthquake.
- [intercom buzzes]

[man] Relax.

Mr. Gittes? Did you feel that?

Uh, yes, Gladys, we felt it. And
everybody all right out there?

- All right.
- Are we okay?

Relax, Mr. Berman.
It's just a temblor.

- A trembler?
- Uh, temblor.

Look, uh, I know how edgy
you must be, Julius, but...

My friends call me Jake.

Well, that makes two of us.

That's what my friends call me.

Is that right? Is that right?

[laughs] He's a
Jake and I'm a Jake.

Yeah. How about that? Two Jakes.

Now, uh, listen, Jake.

Uh, I never lost a husband
yet, but I got a golf date at 1:00,

and if I'm not ready to tee off at
12:55, they'll break every club in my bag.

You're kidding. That's terrible.

No, that's the Wilshire Country
Club. I'm lucky they let me join.

I know what you mean.

[coins jingling]

Uh... Please, Mr. Berman...
Uh, Jake. Go ahead.

Oh, no, Kitty. How could you?

You told me you were going to
the beauty parlor in Hollywood,

and now I find you here, just where
they said I'd find you, in Room 19-H

of the Bird of Paradise
Motel in Redondo Beach

at two in the
afternoon with this man.

[man moaning on tape recorder]

[woman giggling]

[door opens]

- [Berman] Oh, no, Kitty. How could you?
- [man] What's going on here?

You told me you were going to
the beauty parlor in Hollywood.

- And now I find you here.
- Jake, what's this gonna prove?

Just where they said I'd
find you, in Room 19-H

of the Bird of Paradise
Motel in Redondo Beach.

- Just take it easy.
- With him?

How could you,
Kitty? How could you?

With him? Not with him!

Not with him!

- Not with him!
- Look, Jake.

- We were going to tell you soon.
- Get her out of here!

- [gunshots]
- Ow, damn!

[Gittes] What the fuck... Hey!

[Kitty screams]

[Kitty sobbing]

- Damn!
- [Gittes] Just calm down, ma'am.

- Just calm down.
- [man] Where did that gun come from?

Somebody call an ambulance!

[Kitty sobbing]

[Gittes] Come on.

Get pictures of
everything, Larry.

[siren wailing]

[Gittes narrating] Most cops' ethics
are a little like the cars they drive,

black and white.

Lou Escobar is different.

I did my share of fighting in the
war and even got a medal for it,

but Lou lost a leg with the
1st Marines at Guadalcanal.

So he knows about regrets
and what might have been

and how life doesn't
always give you a fair shake.

[Escobar] Cowboys and Indians!

You can't trust a guy
who's never lost anything.

How's that, Lou?

Your client shot a guy
right out of his saddle.

[Gittes] Oh, yeah.

I never had anything like
that happen to me before.

Not while I was in
the room, anyway.

See you, Lou.

You witnessed it.

I was next door.

By the time I got in the room,
Berman had him trapped in the john.

He fired the last two
shots through the door.

- They could've struggled over the gun.
- I'm sure they did.

Why are you so sure
if the door was closed?

You're right, Lou.

Maybe the guy shot himself three
times and gave Berman the gun.

Jake, walk me to Homicide.

I just came from there, Lou.

Besides, I got an appointment
at 8:00 at Perino's with Linda.

I'll give you an escort.

Now, where did Berman
get a hold of the gun?

In the bedroom.

In the bedroom. How do you know
he didn't have the gun with him?

Oh, I'd never frisk him

before I let him walk in on his
wife hanging on the headboard

while some guy was
slamming her into the wall, Lou.

Just asking you, Jake.

Look, Berman got the gun from
somewhere in the motel room and fired it.

Somewhere in the motel room?

That's absolutely all I know.

Then what happened?

What usually happens
when somebody pulls a gun?

Hmm?

Everybody ducks.

I guess you talked to
the investigating officer,

Detective Loach.

I just came on duty, Lou.

Now, this is not a case where I
want any difficulty for anybody.

It's simple. A guy gets
fucked getting fucked.

Let's not get cute.

Haven't seen you
in a while, Jake.

I never seem to get
away from my desk.

Makes me wonder. I
should've made captain.

Well, for your 28th year, Lou,
I'll get you a pillow for your chair,

something you can
sit on besides Loach.

[phone ringing]

Jake, there's a call for you.

[man] Ben, I need that
file when you're done.

This is Homicide.
It ain't your office.

[ringing]

[Loach] Let it ring.

You're not lost, are you,
Gittes? You know the way out.

[ringing continues]

Jesus. Don't go, don't go.
You're just the man I wanna see.

What for? I can't. I
just got asked to leave.

- Is that true?
- Yes, Mr. Weinberger.

[ringing continues]

Answer the phone, please.

Get the phone.

Homicide.

Uh, Lieutenant Loach, it's
for him. It's his office again.

Take your call.

He's been disruptive,
Mr. Weinberger.

- Disrupting Homicide is not all bad.
- [scoffs]

So we have sheets, blankets,

one shower curtain with
broken rings attached,

toupee...

And I do need to speak with
Mr. Gittes about our client.

- Our client?
- I'm counsel for Jake Berman.

We have one two-inch
Smith & Wesson revolver

registered in the name of
the dead man, Mark Bodine,

on behalf of B&B Homes.

No wire recording
on the police report?

His men didn't pick one
up. What's B&B Homes?

You're not thinking, Jake.

B&B Homes.

Bodine & Berman.

It's just another one
of their corporations,

Berman's and the dead man's.

Just remember, you have
a fiduciary relationship

with our client, Mr. Berman.

We'll talk about it later.

I'll be in my office.

Can I use your phone?

[Gittes narrating]
Cotton was right.

We should have
turned up B&B Homes,

and maybe Berman's partner
would still be chasing his wife

instead of cooling his dick
down at the county morgue.

So my client didn't level with
me, not exactly Movietone News.

Cotton only tells one
side of the story in court.

Escobar knows I don't
tell him everything.

And when husbands and
wives lie to each other,

one of them comes to
my office and lies to me.

Frankly, if I waited
for an honest client,

I'd be sitting around until Rocky
Graziano played Rachmaninoff

at the Hollywood Bowl.

[glass shattering]

[woman yelling]

- Lucy, what the hell's going on?
- I don't know, Mr. Gittes.

[baby crying]

[man, woman arguing]

I wouldn't go in
there if I was you.

Ralph, what are you
doing to that woman?

- Let go of her this instant. Ralph!
- [woman] Oh, my God!

- Ow!
- [woman] Don't you touch me!

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, I'm terribly,
terribly sorry.

- Oh, I know how difficult this must be.
- Yeah.

- It must hurt you so.
- Yeah. Yes, it does.

[Gittes] Everything
will be fine.

Just rest for a moment.

See? All right.

[woman sobbing]

[Gittes] Scotch.

All right. Now, who
the fuck is that?

- Mark Bodine's widow.
- Who?

The wife of the guy
that Jake Berman shot.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes.

She knows you were
there when he was killed.

So what? So was Mrs. Berman.

Why ain't she over at her house
breaking the joint? It'd be appropriate.

She wants to talk to you.

[Mrs. Bodine sobbing]
You're a war hero.

Oh, you may be
slick as a floorwalker,

but you and that little kike killed
my husband, you son of a bitch!

Gladys, get my lawyer
on the phone. Ralph.

They're not gonna
get away with this.

Mrs. Bodine, if you were
there, you would've known

that when Mr. Berman
saw Mrs. Berman in bed

with your husband,
he just lost his head.

That little prick never lost his
head or the first nickel he ever made.

- Not only that...
- Get me a handkerchief.

There's Kitty Berman.

She's a cold-hearted
frigid bitch.

She and Jake
were in this together.

In what together?

Jake and Kitty Berman killed
my husband, and you helped.

What the hell?

I'm going home now, and
I'm gonna call the newspapers.

Uh, [clears throat] Mrs. Bodine, it
would be highly irresponsible of me

to allow you to do that.

[chuckling] Give
me one good reason.

I'll give you two.

You can't walk and
you shouldn't drive.

- [chuckles]
- All right.

Ralph, don't just stand there.

- Call the lady a cab.
- [grunts]

Oh, my God.

She just walked right into it.

Get her out of here.

That's kidnapping.

Not if you take her home.

Walsh!

Get the wire
recorder out of the car,

and don't leave evidence
laying around like that.

Larry.

Why didn't you tell me that
Berman and Bodine were partners?

- He just gave us B&B Homes.
- Oh, yeah, sure.

Look, when you
get her back there,

take her in through the
window or the side door.

Stay till she sobers up.

There'll be papers jumping
all over the lawn like flies.

[Ralph] Like the
song says, till then.

Yeah, sure.

Mr. Gittes.

Your tuxedo is laid out and
your private phone line is on.

Thank you, Gladys. Good night.

Good night.

[Larry on tape] Bird of
Paradise Motel, October 271948,

1300 hours.

I'm based in bedroom one-niner.

Okay, Ralph, you on the bed?

- Mayday, mayday. Bailout of there.
- [Ralph] What's wrong?

Some linen supply guys,

they're making a delivery
right outside your door.

- [phone ringing]
- They're making a delivery...

- Yeah?
- Hi, kid. You got the wire recording?

Uh, right here.
You wanna hear it?

Yeah.

- [Berman] Oh, no, Kitty, how could you?
- [Bodine] What's going on here?

You told me you were going to
the beauty parlor in Hollywood...

[rumbling]

[Cotton] Jake,
for Christ's sake.

Jake, are you... Are you there?

Are you okay, Jake?

[panting]

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Never mind. Hang up and put
the recording back in the safe.

I can't do that, Cotton.

When the power comes back on,
it'll trigger the alarm for 40 blocks,

and I'll have the
LAPD all over my ass.

So stay till the power's on

and then put the
recording back in the safe.

All I want is a chance to go
over it before the police do.

Is that it?

Jake, we've done
business many, many years.

- We'll keep on doing business...
- Cotton...

just so long as you protect your
client and mine, Jake Berman.

- Cotton.
- What?

Thank you.

And fuck you.

Thank you, Jake.

It's always a pleasure
doing business with you.

[click]

[Bodine laughing on tape]

- [smacks]
- [Kitty giggling] Honey.

[Bodine] Oh, Kitty, there's another
woman who can give Akey a bad time.

- And you know who.
- Who?

Honey, I think you do know. We're
talking about Katherine Mulwray.

[Kitty] Oh, Mark. Not again.

Kitty, I'm telling you,

Katherine Mulwray can give
Jake a real bad time, you know?

Yeah. What other...

[Bodine] I'm telling you, she
retains rights to the subdivision.

And if I can get to her,

I can prove that Jake has
taken advantage of the land.

We could all strike it rich.

[Kitty] Just hold me.

Hold me.

[Bodine] Look, just
help talk Jake into...

[recording stops]

[rewinding]

[Bodine] Oh, Kitty, there's another
woman who can give Akey a bad time.

- And you know who.
- Who?

Honey, I think you do know. We're
talking about Katherine Mulwray.

[Kitty] Oh, Mark. Not again.

Kitty, I'm telling you,

Katherine Mulwray can give
Jake a real bad time, you know?

[Kitty] What other...

[Bodine] I'm telling you, she
retains rights to the subdivision,

and if I can get to her,

I can prove that Jake has
taken advantage of the land.

- We could all strike it rich.
- [phone ringing]

- Hello?
- I've spent half the night at Perino's

- waiting for you.
- Oh, my God. Linda.

- What have you been doing?
- Uh...

Uh, nothing...

Uh, just an emergency.

A nothing emergency?

Well, that I'd like to
hear about sometime.

Maybe you'll tell
me in another life.

[Kitty] What are
you talking about?

- [Berman] Oh, no, Kitty. How could you?
- [Bodine] What's going on here?

[Berman] You told me you were
going to the beauty parlor in Hollywood,

- and now I find you here...
- Jake, what's this going to prove?

Just where they said I'd
find you, in Room 19-H

of the Bird of Paradise
Motel in Redondo Beach.

[Bodine] Just take it easy.

[ringing]

- Yes?
- Hello, darling.

I'll be right there.

I can explain everything.
Are you still at Perino's?

Would I be answering my own
phone if I were still at Perino's?

You jackass.

[tape: Gittes] What
the fuck... Hey!

[tape: shouting, gunshots]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Honey, I'm so sorry.
I'll be right there.

[woman, slurring] You
and that little son of a bitch.

- Who is this?
- You're going to pay for this,

you Irish dick.

[groaning]

[tires squealing]

[reporters shouting]

- Where is she?
- Upstairs in bed.

Jake, she's fine.
Ralph's with her.

Ralph? Jesus Christ.

[dog growling]

[growling continues]

- All right, Mrs. Bodine.
- Hmm?

What did you take?

Mmm.

It's enough to make
you wanna skeeve.

All right. Let me have this.

- No!
- [dog yapping]

- Come here.
- [dog growling, barking]

- We'll do this sunny-side up.
- Ah! You bastard!

- Call the doctor.
- You sleazy lowlife.

Hers, if you can
find the number.

[Mrs. Bodine] I'm going to rip
your face off, you son of a bitch!

That's all right, honey.
Don't worry about a thing.

[Gittes] I'm gonna make sure
you don't even get your hair wet.

[Mrs. Bodine] No!

- [vomiting]
- [Gittes] That's right.

Chuck Newty, Mr. Gittes.

Mr. and Mrs. Bodine's attorney.

[Larry] Come on, Minnie.

- How are you?
- Fine.

Mr. Walsh indicates you've been
trying to keep Mrs. Bodine from the press.

That's fine. I have
no quarrel with that.

At least until the courts arrive at
some disposition of criminal charges,

then, of course,
there'll be civil actions.

Civil actions?

Mrs. Bodine is not only widowed,

but she's been left out in
the cold financially as well.

[woman] Chuck.

Mr. Bodine and Mr. Berman were in
business with a San Fernando subdivision,

but it was not an association
either man treasured or trusted.

So in the event of
either partner's death,

all liabilities are to be assumed
by the surviving partner.

But, of course,
all profits, as well.

Therefore, when Mr. Berman
shot and killed Mr. Bodine,

we could be talking about a man
who exploited his wife's infidelity

to the tune of a five or
six-million dollar profit

and used you, however
unwittingly, as an accomplice.

[woman] Chuck, did you hear me?

Excuse me a moment.

Who's that?

Mattie Rawley.

She's from Pasadena.

So is General Patton.

[Newty] All right. Fine, fine.

[lighter clicking]

- Here.
- Hmm.

- Keep them.
- Thanks.

Chuck.

What I do for a living may
not be very reputable, but I am.

In this town, I'm the
leper with the most fingers.

No court's gonna view
me as an accomplice.

Probably not.

Mr. Berman will undoubtedly
plead temporary insanity.

And if he's successful,

you'll be sued for allowing a crazy man
to see his wife in another man's arms.

On the other hand,

if there's evidence of premeditation
in the killing of Mr. Bodine,

Berman's not crazy.

Mrs. Bodine gets to keep
her husband's money,

and she would have
no need to sue you at all.

Quite the contrary.

Let's keep in touch, Mr. Gittes.

Does that mean he wants you to
prove your own client is guilty of murder?

Yeah.

Is that ethical?

Larry, he's a lawyer.

[chuckling] Jeez.

Bodine mentioned
Evelyn Mulwray's daughter

on the wire recording.

He did? What did he say?

Just her name. I couldn't hear.

Right before Berman shot him.

Well, that doesn't
mean anything.

It could have been just gossip.

Could have.

[radio: man chattering]

[radio: man] ...
7th delivered here.

See the Pontiac Auto
Show at your dealer now.

[Native American
man] Pontiac. Fine car.

[Gittes narrating]
Time changes things.

Like the fruit stand that
turns into a filling station.

But the footprints and signs
from the past are everywhere.

They've been fighting over this land
ever since the first Spanish missionary

showed the Indians the
benefits of religion, horses

and a few years of forced labor.

The Indians had
it right all along.

They respected ghosts.

You can't forget the past any
more than you can change it.

Hearing Katherine Mulwray's name
started me thinking about old secrets,

family, property, and a
guy doing his partner dirt.

Memories are like that,
as unpredictable as nitro,

and you never know
what's gonna set one off

Like the clues that keep
you on the right track

are never where
you look for them.

They fall out of the pocket
of somebody else's suit

you pick up at the cleaners.

They're in the tune
you can't stop humming

that you never
heard in your life.

They're at the other end of
the wrong number you dial

in the middle of the night.

The signs are in all
those old familiar places

you only think you've
never been before.

But you get used to seeing
them out of the corner of your eye,

And you end up tripping over the
ones that are right in front of you.

I should've been wise to
Berman's hand-wringing act

from the very beginning.

It was as plain as
the shoes on his feet.

[woman laughing]

- [man laughing]
- [chattering]

[Berman] What do you call
four drowning Mexicans?

Cuatro sinko.

[laughter]

You know who Lou Escobar is?

Yeah.

He's captain of
detectives in Homicide.

You know you turned his
sister down for a house?

Had to be done.

Had to be done?

Folks, here's Eucalyptus
Place and there's 17.

- I'll be with you in a moment.
- Okay, no problem.

Jake?

Jake?

I'm sure you're gonna love
living in El Rancho San Fernando.

- Oh, we sure are.
- We are, yeah. Thank you.

You know who else
couldn't buy a house here?

Me.

I can build it and I can sell it, just
as long as I don't move in next door.

They don't want
Mexicans or Jews around.

Let me tell you something else.
The customer is always right.

And I got a wife to protect.

Protect? You mean
divorce, don't you?

Yeah. That too. Yeah.

You know, your wife is a
possible accessory in this.

- To what?
- Come on.

You picked the one time
you can murder a man

and make him pay for it.

One way or the
other, she helped.

You stay away
from my wife, or else.

I recognize that as a valid threat
coming from you, Mr. Berman,

but the police are gonna
think the same thing.

You murdered your partner

for his half of the subdivision
and five or six million dollars,

to which you and your
wife are now legally entitled.

[knocking]

Yeah, Ty, what's the problem?

Oh, Tyrone Otley, JJ Gittes.

I know Mr. Gittes from the DWP
when I worked for Hollis Mulwray.

Mr. Berman, it's
the same problem.

These earthquakes are shaking
up our water wells like soda pop.

Only, it's not soda pop.

It's millions of gallons of water
and gas under all these homes.

And it's getting hazardous.

- What do you mean hazardous?
- It could explode.

But you said it was marsh gas.

I thought only natural
gas was explosive.

Mr. Berman, whether it comes
from an old marsh or baked beans,

all gas is natural.

Gas is gas.

How do I get rid of it?

Call the gas company.

[coughing]

[spits]

- You all right?
- Yeah.

How am I gonna build
homes with the gas company

drilling farkakt
holes in the ground?

Where were we?

Well, I was accusing you
of murder, Mr. Berman.

Call me Jake. Which way's
your car? I'll walk you to it.

So, Jake...

why all this nervous Nellie
horseshit you gave me in my office?

Well, I'm telling you, I
was genuinely nervous.

It's upsetting knowing your
wife's involved with a strange man.

You didn't know it
was your partner?

How should I know it was
my partner? You didn't.

Well, if it was my partner
and my wife, I would've known.

Well, that's your business.

I'm not complaining,
Jake. You did your job.

[whistles]

Somebody out there?

Funny thing about land.

What do you mean?

I used to know the
people that owned this.

- Did you?
- No.

How you gonna plead at
the preliminary hearing?

Well, that's Cotton's job.

You think you're gonna
get away with this?

I'm not getting away
with a thing, Jake.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

You guarantee
Mark Bodine's widow

her husband's full
share of the subdivision,

so I don't have to worry
about lawsuits and the police,

and you won't have
to worry about me.

Otherwise, I'm gonna prove that
you deliberately murdered the man.

You know something, Jake?

You might think you know what's
going on around here, but... you don't.

[sighs]

[fly buzzing]

[Berman, echoing] You
might think you know...

[fly buzzing]

How long have you been here?

Jake, you better lie back.
The doctor's on his way.

Not long.

You ever been here before?

What difference does that make?

Yes.

Me too.

Really?

[spits]

This used to be
all orange groves.

Walnut groves too.

How did you say
you got this land?

Take it easy. I didn't say.

Mr. Gittes, this isn't
the time to discuss it.

I think you should lie
down... Who are you?

- K-Kitty Berman.
- Oh.

Sorry, Mrs. Berman.
I... I didn't recognize you.

Well, that's understandable.

We've never actually
been introduced.

What about you, Mrs. Berman?

Do you know where
Mr. Berman got this land?

I've asked you nicely not
to involve my wife in this.

Jake, please.

Mr. Gittes, I think there's
something you should do

before you ask
any more questions.

- What's that?
- Get your head examined.

You've been in an accident.
You may not be thinking clearly.

And I don't like waking up
with someone staring at me,

especially when I
can't see their eyes.

You're lucky
you're awake at all.

Okay.

Mr. Weinberger,
Lieutenant Loach again.

Mr. Novak.

Mr. Weinberger again.

And a Mr. Oatley.

Oatley?

- Tyrone.
- Otley.

Gosh dang it. Otley.

[phone ringing]

Gittes Investigations.

It's Lieutenant Loach.
It sounds serious.

Gladys, it's only
serious if it's Escobar.

[Gladys] Detective Loach,
Mr. Gittes is in conference.

I thought you were
tailing Berman.

Ralph is. I thought you
were gonna see a doctor.

Uh... first thing
in the morning.

You just had your bell
rung pretty good, Jake.

[intercom buzzes]

- Yeah.
- Captain Escobar. It's serious.

Uh...

Take a message.

They're after the recording.

Doesn't even know we have it.

Are you gonna lie to him?

Would I lie to him?

When was the last time
you saw the Mulwray girl?

Must have been 14, 15 years old.

People can get in a lot of
trouble in that amount of time.

I'd have heard.

Did she ever send you a bottle of
Scotch saying, "Welcome home, sailor"?

How about a fruitcake for Christmas?
Did she ever send you a postcard?

For cripes' sake, Jake,

you're not responsible
for Evelyn Mulwray's death

and you're not responsible
for Katherine Mulwray's life.

Her name was on the wire
recording. That's all I'm saying.

That's got nothing to do with our
problems with this fellow Berman.

- How do we know?
- Okay.

I'll check the chain of title to the land.
I'll see if there's anything peculiar.

- You don't have to do that.
- If I don't, you will.

Why don't you
put that file away?

Life's been good.
You're a seven handicap.

Six.

Six.

Marrying a wonderful girl.

Why don't you go see a doctor?

Put that file away.

Okay.

[echoes of gunfire]

[echoes of woman screaming]

[echoes of sirens]

[Evelyn Mulwray] Dear Jake, I'm
leaving with Katherine for Mexico.

I couldn't wait for
you any longer.

Once we're safe, I'll get
word to you through Khan.

Please don't try to look for us.

My father is crazy
enough to track you to us.

I want my daughter to
believe a new life is possible.

I know I told you I don't
see men for very long.

You seem to be
that rare exception.

I can't say goodbye to you.

Evelyn.

PS. Katherine said that
you seemed a very nice man,

and Curly concurred.

Ha, ha.

[sniffles]

[speaking Chinese]

- [Khan] I see you survived the war.
- [Gittes] Oh, yes.

[Khan] It's been a long time.

But I read about you in
the papers once in a while.

What can I say?

Trashy publicity's
part of my business.

The less you want,
the more you get.

Please. I enjoy it. I'm
sure many people do.

Besides, you are
very successful.

Oh, I can't complain.

Does that mean you are happy?

Who can answer that question
off the top of their head?

Anyone who's happy.

What about Katherine?

I'm sure she's as
happy as she can be.

No problems?

I can't quite catch
your concern.

Well, for instance, is there any
reason she might need money?

I can't see why.

Well, she owns a lot of land.

Taxes have risen since the war.

I wouldn't know.

We've had no contact
for quite a while.

[speaking Chinese]

[Gittes] Odd flowers.

Yes.

Isn't it amazing
they still grow here?

It's her favorite.
She bred them.

You see those purple hues?

They're caused by
the burning of the seed.

And this is how I
remember her last.

Where did she go from here?

If she's in trouble, I
just wanna help her.

Oh, no. If she is in trouble,
you would not be the one to help.

Like her, you are a
prisoner of the past.

You would do her
more harm than good.

Such things have happened.

Wherever fate
has taken her, I...

I'm sure that she is grateful
for what you've done for her.

Isn't that enough?

I don't wanna live
in the past, Khan.

I just don't wanna lose it.

No, you keep it.
[speaks Chinese]

[radio jingle playing]

[creepy whistling]

[man on radio] I
am the Whistler,

and I know many
things, for I walk by night.

I know many strange tales,
hidden in the hearts of men

and women who have
stepped in the shadows.

Yes, I know the nameless terrors
of which they dare not speak.

[Gittes narrating] The
city's different at night.

The air smells better.

It's harder to see that the oil
rigs outnumber the palm trees

and it's almost like
the good old days.

At least the way I'd
like to remember them.

But stay in this
business long enough,

and every street leads to
a place you'd like to forget.

Every case brings back memories

of what you should have
done and what might have been.

And every skirt reminds
you of another woman.

Or, if you've got it bad
enough, the same woman.

Trick or treat.

You shouldn't be breaking
in to people's offices, Mickey.

Not with your reputation.

And, uh... Halloween
is this weekend.

Well, I guess we got
the jump on everyone.

Liberty Levine, say
hello to Jake Gittes.

Liberty Levine?

You know he can wrap his fist
around a roll of silver dollars?

- And what's this?
- It's a hand grenade.

You ought to know
that. You're a war hero.

See?

Jeez, don't let go
of the handle, Jake.

You only have about, what, four
seconds to answer your calls, nudnik?

You wouldn't have enough
time. You were very popular today.

"Weinberger. Escobar.
Weinberger. Weinberger."

He wants to sue
somebody, naturally.

"Linda. Escobar. Linda." Again.

She's nuts about you.

I wonder what she wants.

Captain Escobar, I
know what he wants.

He wants the Berman wire recording
by the end of business tomorrow.

Otherwise, he's gonna come
after you with a court order

for withholding
evidence, conspiracy...

So, Jake, you got criminal,
you got civil. You got love.

But before anything of this
nature comes to pass... you got me.

And I want you to
do something for me.

I need a favor.

Favor?

I think that the Berman
wire recording is in your safe.

So what I want you to do is
I want you to open the safe,

drop the grenade in the safe, and
then, most important of all, Jake...

close the safe.

You're crazy, Mickey.

That may be.

But do you know a
better way to stay healthy?

Okay. All right.

[grunts]

[clicks]

[panting]

[muffled explosion]

[chuckling]

I was wrong. It's not here.

Liberty.

[grunting]

That was a nice
show. Take a bow.

Where is it? Where is it, Jake?

- At my lawyer's.
- Your lawyer's?

[Gittes] Ooh!

I want the Berman wire
recording by tomorrow.

Be a mensch.

Otherwise, I'm gonna have to
give you a serious reprimand.

- [Mickey chuckling]
- [door opening, closing]

[woman] Oh, I'm
shedding all over the place.

I'm sorry.

Lie back.

[Gittes groans]

Mickey do this to you?

- Yeah.
- I thought so.

I saw he and, uh, Liberty going
down as I was coming up the stairs.

- Uh, Mrs. Bodine...
- Hmm?

How do you know the
biggest hood in LA?

I've seen him around town.

Santa Anita, private screenings.

The Bolanos fight
at the, uh, Legion.

Jake introduced us.

- Berman?
- Mm-hmm.

He and Mickey grew up
together in Boyle Heights.

They're best friends.

Uh... Mrs. Bodine...

what can I do for you?

Testify in court

that Berman knew his wife was
in bed with his business partner.

Just that one little thing?

That, and I hear you have a wire recording
that proves Berman murdered my husband.

Well, that's what they say, but
I'm not sure it proves anything.

Well, anyway, I'd like it.

- Mrs. Bodine...
- Lillian.

Lillian.

- Ethically, I can't do that.
- Ethically? Ha!

I have certain
statutory obligations.

I can't use information
adverse to a client

when I acquired that information
while employed by the client.

Well, then I'll hire you.
Prove Berman planned it.

Lillian, just listen...

No. Just prove it and
put the weasel in jail.

Nothing else matters.
Nothing else in the world.

How about five or
six million bucks?

Your husband's share
of the subdivision.

Berman said he'd
let you have it.

Could I make a phone call?

Please.

[Lillian talking, indistinct]

No.

That's what your lawyer told you
to say to five or six million bucks?

Yes.

You always do what
your lawyer tells you?

More or less.

And who tells him what to do?

What do you mean?

That woman at your house the
other night, he listened to her.

That's Mattie Rawley.
Everybody listens to her.

- He's her lawyer too?
- Her husband's.

Any reason Mr. Rawley would have
to be interested in, uh, Jake Berman?

I don't know. He was a friend of
Mark's. That's how I met Mattie.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

I can't let you have the recording,
but I could let you listen to it.

Mark and Kitty... talk on it?

Uh, mainly, yeah. Um...

Look, if you're not up
to this, I'll understand.

I'm up to it.

All right?

[Larry] Adam Boy Charlie.

Adam Boy Charlie.

- Lawrence Walsh...
- [fast forwarding]

[Larry] Mayday,
bail out of there.

- [Ralph] What's wrong?
- Some linen supply guys,

they're making a delivery
right outside your door.

They're making a deliv...

- [Kitty moaning, squealing]
- [bed springs creaking]

[Kitty chuckling]

- [smack]
- [chuckling] Oh, honey.

[Bodine] Oh, Kitty,
there's another woman

who can give Akey a bad
time, and you know who.

Does that mean
something to you? "Akey"?

Uh, Mark called Berman
"Jakey" sometimes.

[both chuckling]

[Bodine] Oh, Kitty,
there's another woman

who can give Akey a bad
time, and you know who.

"There's a woman who can give
Jakey a bad time, and you know who"?

- Something like that.
- Honey, I think you do know.

We're talking about
Katherine Mulwray.

[Kitty] Oh, Mark, not again.

[Bodine] Kitty,
I'm telling you...

Sounds like he thinks this
Katherine what's-her-name

could give Berman a hard time.

Did Mark ever mention
that woman to you?

Mark never talked about
women with me. He was a chaser.

And he never
had to run very far.

Get to her, I can prove that Jake
has taken advantage of the land.

We could all strike it rich.

[Kitty] Just hold me. Hold me.

[Bodine] Mmm...

- See what I mean?
- About what?

Mulwray woman. Did you
ever hear of whipstocking?

Whips and stockings?

- Goddamn it, that son of a bitch was...
- Lillian, just calm down.

[laughs] I always knew that
Kitty was a perverted little snat.

- [Berman] Oh, no, Kitty, how could you...
- Don't let it start.

You told me you were
going to the beauty parlor...

No. Don't let me
hear. It's coming.

Don't let me hear.
No, don't let me hear.

I'll kill you, son of a bitch!
Don't let me hear! Don't...

I don't wanna hear anymore!

- [gunshots on tape]
- [screaming]

- No!
- [gunshots continue]

No! No! [sobbing]

[Kitty sobbing on tape]

All right.

[Ralph on tape] Where'd
that gun come from?

All right. All right. It's over.

- It's over.
- [Gittes] Somebody call an ambulance!

- I'm getting out of here.
- Can I help you?

Stop me. Don't let me
go back to the house.

So stay here.

I'm not responsible
for one more thing.

No! No! No! No!

No! Damn you, you bastard!

All right!

All right, that's enough!

That's enough! Enough!

[panting]

Don't make me do it.
Don't make me do it.

Don't...

[moaning]

Oh, you're gonna make
me do it, aren't you?

You're gonna make me.

Oh, you're gonna make me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I am, I am, I am.

All right. All right.

- Oh!
- I'll make you.

Take the rest of that
goddamn thing off.

[breathing heavily]

- [Gittes grunts]
- [moans]

[Lillian moaning]

[grunting]

Lillian. Lillian.

Honestly, I'm trying to
be a gentleman about this.

Now, just get down
on your knees.

Down on your knees.

Stick your ass up in the air...

and don't move until I tell you.

Jake, I did come
across some documents.

Um, you've met Mrs. Bodine.

Lawrence Walsh,
my oldest associate.

Mrs. Bodine and I have been
having a rather lengthy consultation,

- and, uh...
- I see.

Yes, and, uh, going over a
number of matters and so forth,

and Mrs. Bodine has
expressed a wish to employ us

to locate the previous owner
of the B&B subdivision land.

Pardon me, Jake. Can I
talk to you for a minute?

Excuse us, Mrs. Bodine.

This is Berman's
title insurance report.

The previous owner
was Mickey Nice.

Mickey Nice?

Now, look at the
previous title transfer.

Now, don't go off half-cocked. We
don't know what this really means.

You gotta admit, it was
pretty generous of Katherine

- to just give her land away.
- [phone ringing]

[Gladys] Gittes Investigations.

From Katherine to Mickey to
Berman, same day, same place.

It's Ralph calling again.

I'll take it in my office.

Ralph, hold on. He'll
be with you in a minute.

Is everything all right?

Uh, fine.

Yeah, Ralph.

I'm at the Bay City Laundry at the
corner of Little Washington and Venice,

and somebody is following
Berman besides me, pal.

- Probably the cops.
- No, it's not the cops.

It's one guy in a
tan Studebaker.

Not the cops.

- No.
- All right.

If Berman leaves,
stick with him.

- Get a number on the Studey and call in.
- Yeah.

- I'm on my way out.
- Okay.

[dialing tone]

Do you think Mr. Walsh
has any idea that we...

Absolutely none.

- They're still in the laundry.
- Who?

Berman, Mickey, that hood
Liberty, and some blonde.

Some blonde?

What the hell is Chuck
Newty doing here?

- [Gittes] Is that the tail?
- [Ralph] Yeah.

All right. You stay with
Berman. I'll cover the mouthpiece.

- You got dimes?
- Yeah.

[cattle lowing]

[Gittes narrating] Sometimes it's
best to follow the piece that doesn't fit.

Chuck Newty wouldn't do anything
he couldn't charge $30 an hour for,

so he wouldn't shadow
Berman without a client.

You know, you can follow the
action, which gets you good pictures.

You can follow your instincts,
which will probably get you in trouble.

Or you can follow the money,

which, nine times out of ten,
will get you closer to the truth.

Earl Rawley's trademark
was on Newty's matchbook,

Lillian Bodine's lighter,
and half the oil wells in LA.

Who else could afford to
keep a lawyer's meter running?

[women on radio] ♪
Mile High dairy store ♪

♪ Mile High ice cream cones ♪

♪ Mile High cones,
double-dipped... ♪

[man] In 1792, a certain
Jose Longuinez Martinez,

while traveling through
the Pueblo de Los Angeles

in about three leagues to the
west, found a great lake of pitch

with many pools in which blisters
were continually rising and falling.

In hot weather, animals looking for
water could be seen sinking into the tar.

Their cries would
attract predators.

We've pulled nearly a million specimens
from a couple of holes in the ground.

Animal after animal,

literally dying to eat
another dying animal.

The greatest record of
life on earth is what it is.

All caught in little seeps

from the greatest lake
of oil on earth there is.

Twenty-two miles
long, 46 miles wide,

the entire LA basin, where
we work and live today.

Ladies, this way.

- How many jobs you got, Mr. Otley?
- Call me Ty.

- Wonderful speech you gave the ladies.
- Thank you.

"LA, the greatest lake of oil
on earth there is." Pretty good.

Mr. Gittes, could we continue
this discussion some other time?

My secretary said you
called me repeatedly, Ty.

Said you made it sound like
something of an emergency.

Yes. After the explosion, I was
very concerned about you, Mr. Gittes.

Oh, that's very
thoughtful of you, Tyrone.

Now, uh...

- Who got to you?
- Who... Who got to me?

- Was it Berman?
- Got to me about what?

Or was it somebody
from Rawley Petroleum?

Brother...

Berman, Levine, and
some woman, blonde.

This the clearest you got?

Well, yeah, yeah.

Did you follow her?

What for? You told
me to follow Berman.

Berman had a 2:00
appointment at his lawyer's, Ralph.

You don't follow somebody when
you know where they're going.

But you said stay with Berman.

Who the fuck is this woman?

Who is that woman?

[Gittes] Laura Teal. You
remember her, don't you?

[Ralph, chuckling] Old
rubber gloves. You bet.

Hey, hey. Hey, there he goes.

She's alone now. Better
hurry up and get in there.

- Oh, Mrs. Teal, how nice to see you.
- Hello.

What are you doing here?

Don't tell me I'm
being watched. [laughs]

No, Mrs. Berman.

Your husband has all the matrimonial
information he needs to go to court.

Oh, yes.

- If only he wanted a divorce.
- He doesn't?

You've been talking to Lillian.

I have?

You have.

Lillian loves angora.

You make a big enough mess...

and you can't be ignored.

[lighter clicks]

What did she call me?

Aside from frigid and conniving.

- A killer.
- Killer?

I enticed her husband into bed

so my husband could shoot
him in a fit of jealous rage?

- [laughs]
- That's right.

- And what's the rest of the plan?
- That's it.

You slept with a man so
he could be legally murdered.

The entire subdivision belongs
to you and your husband.

Jake doesn't want Mark's money.

I'm sure he'll see Lillian gets
whatever it is her husband's entitled to.

All she wants is
the wire recording.

I find that
difficult to believe.

Look, lady, you may have a worldly,
wise and sophisticated veneer,

but I got ties
older than you are.

And Mrs. Bodine thinks your
husband ought to be in jail.

She thinks something on that wire
recording proves he's a murderer,

and if she's right, I wanna tell the
police what it is before they tell me.

I am sure my husband did
what he did because he loves me.

And suppose you're
wrong, suppose I'm wrong?

Suppose he didn't kill Bodine
for love or money? Now what?

That's not possible.
There's got to be a reason.

I think the reason is
on that wire recording.

Well, I don't know what
that possibly could be.

Mrs. Berman, would
it surprise you to know

that your husband was
seeing another woman?

Is he?

Would it surprise you?

No. Not necessarily. No.

In other words, he loves
you enough to kill somebody,

but you're not surprised
that he's fooling around.

What do you think a
jury is gonna think of that?

Who is this woman?

Mrs. Berman, wouldn't you like
to know one way or the other?

If...

If there's a relationship...

I'd like to know about it, yes.

Then you'll tell me
what I want to know?

What's that?

Exactly what Bodine was
asking you on the wire.

I'll tell you what I remember,

but it may not be
what you need to know.

[knock on door]

- Who is it?
- It's the colorist, Mrs. Berman.

Come back a little
later, would you, please?

Fine.

Mr. Gittes, I want to remind you

that so far, you have
yet to show me anything

that proves my husband
deliberately did anything to anyone.

And if I can prove otherwise?

Then we'll talk later.

After all, first...
things... first.

Look, Mr. Gittes,

it was two and a half years
ago these people were here.

I have very little
recollection of the transaction,

and these photographs are
not going to refresh my memory.

I don't wish to talk
about these people.

Well, can you tell me this much?

Why wouldn't Miss Mulwray quitclaim
the deed to Mr. Berman directly?

Mr. Gittes, I am a notary
public, not a mind reader.

If that's the way they
want it, that's the way I do it.

Well, this deed doesn't
even mention mineral rights.

Any exception to title rights will
be found in some other agreement.

- And if there is no other agreement?
- Then the original owner

retains all rights not
specifically granted.

Dolores, would you
please show Mr. Gittes out.

He's awful touchy.

How did it happen?

You don't know?

Come on. You can tell me.

That's how it happened.

- He told.
- What?

About three weeks ago,
just after I came to work here,

somebody else was in
asking about these people.

And one of those people
came back and broke his jaw.

Him, right?

All right, forget about him.

What about the guy who was asking?
Can you remember what he looked like?

I'll bet he asked you out.

Oh, no. He's married?

Not anymore.

Thank you.

Good of Mr. Rawley to
see me on such short notice.

Oh, he's looking
forward to it, Mr. Gittes.

He's just around the point.

- Do you like shrimp?
- Sure do.

We've got some good ones.

I prefer matches, thank
you. I love the smell of sulfur.

Chuck here said that you
wanna talk to me about Mattie.

Well, not exactly. I was hoping
you could help me with Lillian.

Well, that's up to Chuck
and my wife, Mattie.

As far as that's concerned, it's...
It's really none of my business.

None of your business?

Well, I suppose, in a sense,
when you're in the oil business,

- you're in everybody's business.
- That's right.

Is that why you
broke into my office

and why you got Jake
Berman under surveillance?

- Mr. Gittes, I don't...
- Just excuse us a little bit, will you?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

[women laughing]

Before Mark got killed, he became
aware of Berman's other associates.

And he was concerned that he might
have a silent partner in this Mr. Nice.

[woman] Hi, Earl!

Mark was frightened.

He came to me for
help purely as a friend.

- Frightened of Berman and Mr. Nice.
- Yes, indeed.

But not too frightened to
sleep with Berman's wife.

I'll tell you what
we'll do, John.

You tell me what the hell
you think is going on here

and I'll tell you if I
think you're right.

Mr. Rawley, I think you think
there's oil under the B&B subdivision,

and I think you're trying to get
to whoever has the mineral rights.

All I'd find under that subdivision
is a lot of hot air and gas.

You wanna know why?

Look up and down the coast here.

Summerland, Huntington
Beach, Bolsa Chica.

That's where the oil is. That's
where it's juicy. Out there.

It ain't 6,000 feet inland,

down through 2,000 extra
feet of cretaceous granite.

Have I answered
all your questions?

[horn blowing]

There's one thing
about Los Angeles

that makes it different
than most places, John,

and that's two things.

You got a desert
with oil under it,

and second, you got
a lot of water around it.

Hollis Mulwray and Noah Cross
moved the water onto this desert,

and we have to move people the
same way they moved the water.

Without my oil, you
got no automobiles.

Without automobiles, you
got no road construction,

no sidewalks, no city
lights, no gas stations,

no automotive service,

and no Berman subdivision
stuck out in the tules

because nobody can get there.

Then Mr. Berman's out of business
before he even gets in business.

[horn blowing]

The name of the
game is oil, John.

[horn blowing]

That don't go here, Oren.

Take it up to Hill 36.

Back to 36!

What's that for?

Did you ever breed any horses?

Can't say that I have, no.

Well, it's sort of like helping
a stallion mount a mare.

Whipstocking is something you do

to coax the drilling bit
in the right direction.

After you've gone to
all that time and trouble,

you wouldn't want your big fellow
to miss what he was aiming at,

now, would you?

I know what your time's worth,
John, and I'll take care of you.

Just don't let me down.

[Gittes narrating] Old Cactus Arrow
probably hoodwinked quite a few city boys

with his Will Rogers routine,

but I knew he wasn't talking about
two horses on their honeymoon.

Whatever Rawley was
mounting, it wasn't a mare.

I just wanted to make sure
it wasn't me, either, partner.

Do you wanna meet or not?

Anywhere you say.

Green Parrot Bar and Grill on Cahuenga,
just south of Franklin anytime after ten.

[click]

[lounge music playing]

[chattering]

[man singing lounge music]

[Gittes] Ohh...

Are you all right, honey?

Honey? What did you say?

♪ Will I ever find
the girl in my mind? ♪

♪ The one who is my dream ♪

♪ Maybe she's dream... ♪

Good evening. May I help you?

- No. I'd like to sit at the bar.
- Fine.

♪ Waiting for me ♪

♪ Will I recognize
The light in her eyes? ♪

♪ That no other eyes reveal ♪

[man] Excuse me.

♪ Will I pass her by And
never even know her... ♪

Can I help you, sir?

Yeah. Johnnie Walker
Black, straight up.

- Soda back?
- Yeah, thanks.

Thank you. Thank you.

- [man] We love you.
- [woman] Bye. Bye.

♪ They say ♪

♪ lnto your early life ♪

♪ Romance came... ♪

Mr. Gittes. I'm so
glad you could make it.

Well, Tyrone,
what's on your mind?

This is an HK-100 Go-Devil.

How you put a camera in a compass
to tell what direction you're drilling.

Take it easy, Ty.

This is a photo of the compass.

It'll prove Rawley's drilling east
toward the Berman subdivision,

not west, out toward the ocean.

Double Scotch, soda back.

We're, um...

- We're talking about oil here, right, Ty?
- Obviously.

Mr. Rawley believes there's
oil under the subdivision.

He's endangering hundreds of
lives drilling under those homes

with all the seismic activity.

He's whipstocking.

Someone has got to stop him.

Well, I can't do
that, Ty. Nobody can.

Guys like Rawley don't get arrested.
They get streets named after them.

In this type of situation,
it's best just to leave it alone.

Rawley's stealing from Berman.

It's a big thief stealing
from a little thief.

Who are we to quarrel?

Did you bring my treat?

What the fuck for?

[Mickey] Oy.

Then why did you come here?

- What are you doing here?
- I own the joint.

What's your excuse?

I got a date.

Then be a gentleman
and excuse yourself.

- Hey.
- Come on, nudnik.

- Take his hat.
- Look around. What do you see?

Strictly class.
Polite. Big tippers.

Not only that, they're
nice to the help.

If the cops didn't keep
bumping up the payoffs,

this would be the
best business I got.

What business you
got with Jake Berman?

Jake Berman is 100% legitimate.

What do you call legitimate?

Take off his jacket.

I can tell you what I
don't consider legitimate.

Must be a short list.

Blackmail.

What are you talking about?

Blackmail. It's a form of
mental torture. It's the worst.

Physical torture?
It's not so bad.

There's only so much of it you can
take and then, eventually, you die.

It's over.

But mental torture?

That's real aggravation.
It goes on and on and on.

You got the wire recording.

Why are you withholding
evidence from your own client,

if you're not a
blackmailer, huh?

Answer that, you putz.

Hey, boss, I think
we're in trouble.

What are you talking about?

- Smile at the birdies, lady.
- [parrot] Smile!

Now gather your hats and your
purses. The vans are in the back.

[crowd groans]

- [officer] Nice and orderly. That's it.
- [parrot] Hello!

[man] Okay, ladies and
gentlemen, right this way.

[Loach] Come on, Gittes.

There you were, consorting
with a known hoodlum

under grand jury investigation,

and known to be friendly
with your client, Jake Berman.

So what?

So either you were doing
business with Mickey, or, uh...

Or what?

We got a vice officer who
swears you approached him

and fondled his privates
in the men's room.

How was it?

You'll get a chance to tell
everybody at the state board.

Either that, or prove you're
not withholding evidence.

How will I do that?

Let us hear the wire recording.

And then you'll decide if it's
evidence that I'm withholding.

Get your court order,
Loach. It's my private property.

How much are they
paying you to suppress it?

Bribery. Conspiracy.

Conspiracy to commit murder.

- Maybe not bribery anymore.
- Oh?

Maybe he's back to blackmail.

What are you
talking about, Loach?

I'm talking about incest.

- Incest?
- Mm-hmm.

You know, incest.

Like when a father bangs his
daughter, like with dogs and squid.

I'm talking about him extorting money
from Mulwrays to keep his mouth shut.

Loach, I don't recall
anything like that.

All I recall is that your father
shot an innocent woman

while their little girl
watched him do it too.

And what a fine shot it was.

Well, it was a long time ago.

Besides, I wouldn't extort a
nickel from my worst enemy.

That's where I draw the line.

Well, I'll tell you, Jake.

I knew a whore once.

For the right amount of
money, she'd piss in a guy's face.

But she wouldn't shit on his chest.
See, that's where she drew the line.

Well, Junior, all I can say is,

I hope she wasn't too much
of a disappointment to you.

[scoffs]

[people exclaiming]

[gunshot]

Get back!

Get back!

Get back or I swear this
motherfucking son of a bitch

is gonna suck on
this until he dies!

Now, suck it!

Suck it!

- Okay.
- Suck it.

You pissed your pants, Junior.

Maybe you'll need a change.

You're off this case and
suspended for 30 days.

And you! When I
get through with you,

you're gonna wish Loach
was back on the case.

Book Mr. Gittes.

Let him make bail.
Get him out of here.

- Get him out of here!
- [officer] Hey, hey!

- Get him out of here!
- [officer] Who the fuck is this asshole?

Just get over there
and sit down. Sit down.

[grunting]

[Larry] Some linen supply
guys, they're making a delivery...

- [Gittes] You Mexican piece of ass!
- They're making a delivery.

[Kitty and Bodine moaning]

[intercom buzzes]

- Yeah, Gladys?
- It's Mr. Weinberger.

He says it's urgent.

Okay, I'll take it.

Hello, Cotton.

- I'm... I'm here with Flynn.
- Give him my best.

- Jake says hello.
- Hello, Jake.

Well, Escobar
got his court order.

- When?
- Just now.

If you don't produce that wire recording,
you're going to jail till you do.

At least let me have it,
Jake. Let me worry about it.

- Yeah. I'd better get back to you, Cotton.
- Jake...

Jake. Jake, didn't you hear?
Escobar's got his court order.

What did they deliver?

Who? Jake, Escobar is gonna be
knocking on that door any minute.

The guys from Bay City Linen,
what were they delivering?

It was a chair, wasn't it?

Jeez. I think so. A
chair and some towels.

[Gittes narrating]
Kitty Berman had said

she wouldn't believe her
husband did anything wrong

until I delivered proof.

Well, she was gonna
get what she asked for,

the kind of proof
she could sit on.

I don't expect you to
remember where this came from.

The police report
said the weapon

was a .38 caliber Smith
& Wesson Police Special

with a two-inch
barrel, like this.

The chair was
delivered to your room

at the Bird of Paradise Motel
40 minutes before you arrived

by Bay City Linen right out of
the back of one of Mickey's trucks.

Well, Mrs. Berman?

Mrs. Berman?

[car approaching]

[Gittes] Watch it!

- Kitty?
- Get away from me.

- Kitty.
- Stay away.

I got a new deal for you.

When you wanna talk, pick a spot
where nobody can sneak up on me

and nail me with
Escobar's court order.

Anything else?

And tell Mickey I stole his
truck before he tells the cops,

because if they stop me,

they'll have enough
evidence to arrest you both.

Murder one.

How do you wanna play
this, Jake, 20 bucks a hole?

What's the matter?
Too rich for you?

Let's cut out the cute bullshit.
We're here to discuss your life.

Let's wait till we get
on the course, okay?

- I'm a 14 handicap.
- Nine.

What the hell. It's my club. I'll
play you even. Twenty bucks a hole?

- Hell, yes.
- Be my guest.

[Berman humming]

Hell of a shot.

[humming]

[humming stops]

[humming resumes]

[Berman] Good bounce.

[Gittes] Nice putt.

Okay. What's it gonna
take, 100, 200, 300 grand?

If I don't give it to Escobar,
he's gonna put me in jail.

I'll pay your legal fees.
Contempt of court, big fucking deal.

More like conspiracy
to commit murder.

Escobar's gonna think I'm
trying to cover my ass, not yours.

Jake...

I can make the rest
of your life awful easy.

You never know when you're
gonna need something extra.

[Gittes whispering]
Make it. Fuck.

I'll tell you, nothing
beats bad luck, does it?

[Berman] Okay. What's your deal?

Tell me how you got Katherine
Mulwray to give you her land.

She suggested it.

Bodine know that? Is
that why you killed him?

Because he was mousing around,
asking the same questions I am?

She's alive and well, Jake.

Put me in touch with
her. That's all I ask.

I can't do that.

That's the deal.

The deal is you'll turn the wire
over to me at the end of this round,

or I'll have you killed.

My money or your life.

Say, Jake, ever seen
my one-legged golfer?

[chuckling]

Liberty. Liberty.

- [Liberty] You all right?
- Yeah.

- Just relax.
- [Gittes] What's wrong?

Remember what I said, Jake.

- [Gittes] No sign of the wife?
- [Ralph] No, I haven't seen the wife.

The big guy came out,
made a phone call to Nice.

- Something about Elsa, radio...
- Watch your feet, buddy.

[Ralph] Got dimes?

[Berman coughing]

[Liberty] Just take it
easy. You'll be all right.

It's gonna be all right, Jake.

[woman] Please hurry. They're
waiting for us at the hospital.

[TV: advertisements playing]

[Gittes] Some blonde.

[TV: man] Okay. New Ajax

cleans all bathroom surfaces
of mildew and stains faster.

♪ Use Ajax, bom, bom
The foaming cleanser ♪

- ♪ Bom bom bom bom bom ♪
- ♪ Gets things clean just like a whiz ♪

♪ Bom bom bom bom bom bom ♪

♪ You'll stop paying
the elbow tax ♪

♪ When you start
cleaning with Ajax ♪

- ♪ So use Ajax, the foaming cleanser ♪
- ♪ Bom bom bom bom ♪

- ♪ Floats the dirt right down the drain ♪
- ♪ Bom bom bom bom ♪

[TV: chattering continues]

[Gittes narrating] I'm used to seeing
the intimate details of people's lives,

but looking at a guy's
x-rays is as intimate as it gets.

It's the kind of thing most guys
don't even tell their wives about.

- [gasps]
- Sorry. It has to look like nobody's home.

The DA's still
trying to serve me.

Hand over the wire recording.

- Pardon me?
- Give the recording to the police.

Otherwise, you're in contempt
of court, you'll go to jail.

Would you mind if I
had a drink, please?

The preliminary
hearing's tomorrow.

You've got to answer
some questions.

- Scotch and soda?
- Fine.

There's nothing I can tell
you you don't already know.

We'll see.

Thank you.

How's your husband's health?

Fine, obviously.

Anything else?

What did Mark Bodine ask
you about Katherine Mulwray?

Oh...

Well, apparently, she retains the
mineral rights to the subdivision land.

Um, Mark thought
they might be valuable.

He was... I guess he was
trying to get in touch with her.

I... I don't remember
all that much.

When you're with
somebody like that...

Well, you can imagine.

Yes, I can.

I was honestly unfaithful.

- And with a very ambitious man.
- So?

Maybe that's why he was killed.

Over mineral rights?

Mm. Jake... Jake
cared about land.

He wouldn't kill anybody
over mineral rights. Believe me.

[footsteps approaching]

Oh, my God. Linda. Um...

Honey, there's somebody
I'd like you to meet.

Please don't bother. I can
see you're hard at work.

I don't need any introductions.
Don't stop for a thing.

I simply wish to say that I never
wanna see or hear from you again.

I'm sorry.

Not your fault.

That was your fiancée?

Used to be.

Well...

I'm sure once you explain everything,
she'll calm down and be okay.

What?

What are you looking at?

Oh, this. Jake gave it to me.

- It's stuck.
- Let me.

Uh... what...

- What kind of flower is it?
- A poppy.

Why is it two colors?

With wild flowers, you
can change the color.

You don't say.

The way summer
fires do, you simply...

scorch the seeds.

Of course, it's not permanent.

Wild flowers are very unstable, so
you have to keep scorching them.

Sort of like dying your hair.

Exactly. Otherwise,
the color will simply...

revert.

I don't get it.

I'm sorry.

All I ever wanted was...

All I ever wanted, all these years,
was just to see that you hadn't been hurt,

and that you wouldn't be hurt.

I didn't want you
to be involved.

[chuckles]

I am involved. Your
crazy husband saw to that.

I didn't want to give you
any reason not to testify.

You said you'd always protect me,
no matter what. I knew you would.

What about Jake?

I don't know. He...

I don't know about Jake.

[sighs]

He made me feel I could live
a normal life like anybody else.

He was romantic.

He's a murderer, right?

Right.

Hand over the wire recording.

[door opens, closes]

[gavel pounding]

[Judge] It is the necessary
nature of any evidentiary hearing

to tolerate, and even to
encourage, some informality.

However, I must remind everyone
that we are seeking probable cause

that a capital crime
has been committed.

There can be no more
serious matter before this court.

Will opposing counsel
approach the bench?

Look, we're all a little
new to this sort of evidence.

If something isn't clear, I want the
witnesses available to testify as we go.

All right. Thank you.

Will investigators Tilton and
Walsh please take the stand?

Your Honor, may I respectfully
request that the courtroom

be cleared of all those not
directly involved with this case,

due to the delicate nature of
the material we're about to hear?

Mr. Weinberger, this is
an open public hearing.

Since there are no minors
present, we shall continue as we are.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Bailiff?

I must ask for complete
silence in the courtroom.

[Larry] Adam Boy
Charlie. Adam Boy Charlie.

Lawrence Walsh at the
Bird of Paradise Motel,

October 271948, 1300 hours.

I'm based in
bedroom one-niner...

[heavy breathing]

[Bodine] Mmm...

[Kitty moaning, squealing]

[Kitty sighing, giggling]

- [smack]
- [Kitty giggling] Oh, honey.

[Kitty giggling]

[door opens]

- [Berman] Oh, no, Kitty. How could you?
- [Bodine] What's going on here?

- Jake, what...
- You told me you were going...

It's different. He's
done something to it.

It's procedure.

- It's not the same.
- [Bodine] What's this gonna prove?

[Berman] Just where they
said I'd find you, in Room 19-H.

The Bird of Paradise
Motel... Redondo Beach...

[Bodine] Just take it...
Don't fuck with me, Jake.

[Berman] How could you?

How could you? With him?

- It's not the same.
- Not with him!

- Not with him!
- They have changed it.

- [Bodine] We were gonna tell you soon.
- [Berman] Get her out of here!

[Bodine] Oh, no,
you're not, Jake!

[gunshot]

[Kitty screaming]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[Kitty screaming]

[Gittes] Just calm down,
ma'am. Just calm down.

[Ralph] Where did
that gun come from?

[Kitty sobbing]

[Gittes] Somebody
call an ambulance!

Come on. Get pictures
of everything, Larry.

This isn't it!

They've done something
to it! Those bastards!

Those... son of a bitch.

- Was that it, Mr. Gittes?
- Yes, Your Honor.

Was that Mr. Bodine's
voice at the end saying:

"Oh, no, you're not, Jake, I'm
going to..." something or other?

Yes, Your Honor.

[Judge] In what context
was that statement made?

Having his photos
taken by my associate.

And the "I'm going
to" something or other?

Your Honor, I believe that's
when Mr. Bodine drew the gun

and tried to stop us.

[Escobar whispering] What's he talking
about? He wasn't even in the room.

He's lying through his teeth.

Isn't it a fact, Mr. Gittes, that
you weren't even in the room?

Objection, Your Honor.

What for? To give Mr. Gittes time
to come up with something to say?

Mr. Hannah, if you have
something to say, address the court.

Objection overruled.

You may answer the
question, Mr. Gittes.

[clears throat]

Um, I'm certain that
I was in the room.

I'm not positive where I was
when the shots were fired.

- Were you, Larry?
- Well, Jake, I was under the bed.

Actually, I thought Berman
did have the gun first,

but I had no idea
where he got it.

Your Honor, I object to the
witnesses engaging in this colloquy.

I mean, they weren't
even sworn in.

I might add, Your Honor,

I find it extremely distracting
to see the district attorney

getting all his objections
from Captain Escobar.

Gentlemen, please.

Can we at least agree that
there was a gun in the room?

- I agree.
- I hope so, Your Honor.

Very good. Now, to whom
was the gun registered?

To the, uh, deceased,
Mr. Mark Bodine.

Green Parrot Bar and Grill.

Isn't it a fact, Mr. Gittes,
that you're out on bail,

having been arrested at the
Green Parrot Bar and Grill?

Wait a minute. Your Honor,

the witness has been
charged, not convicted.

- What's the charge?
- The charge?

Yes. The charge.

Well, that, uh, Mr. Gittes was fondling
the private parts of a vice officer

in the men's room of the
Green Parrot Bar and Grill.

Objection, Your Honor.

I'm with you, Mr. Weinberger.

I have no idea what
you thought you could do

with this kind of
evidence, Mr. Hannah.

It certainly has no
place in my courtroom.

Do yourself a favor.

The next time, you be
sure you've got a case.

That's about it
for this hearing.

Bailiff, we'll have a short recess
before considering the next matter.

[gavel pounds]

[Gittes narrating] Maybe
I didn't tell the whole truth

at the preliminary hearing,

but there's one thing I've
learned about the truth,

a little bit goes a long way.

And splashing Katherine
Mulwray's past all over the LA Times

wouldn't do anybody any good.

That's one truth Jake
and I had in common.

Berman's x-rays said more

than a couple of missing
words on a wire recording.

What's the difference who passes
the sentence, a doctor or a judge?

This way, Katherine can
deal with her ghosts in private,

and I can try to tell
myself I kept my promise.

But that's the
problem with the past,

there's always plenty
more where that came from.

- [Berman] You want to see it again?
- [Mickey clears throat]

What's new?

[baby cries]

We're going into the model.
Keep customers out for a while.

[Mickey] Sure.

[baby crying]

[sighs]

Believe it or not, I thought I
was doing something here,

giving GIs and
couples their first home.

I tell you this, they're the
only tract homes in the valley,

GI or not, with lath and
plaster and hardwood floors.

Is that right?

They're built to last.

For a while, anyway. [laughs]

There was a time, a few years ago,
when Kitty and I had a cash problem.

For us to own our own
home was a dream.

I figured you got hold of those.

Mark Bodine have any
idea how sick you were?

I didn't know myself
till a few days ago.

Elsa told me the radium
and... She's the doctor.

The radium implants
weren't working.

Vey iz mir. Months of aggravation,
with my skin breaking out and itching,

and trying to
keep it from Kitty.

And I'm still riddled
with this dreck.

So the only thing that Bodine
was blackmailing you about

was Katherine Mulwray?

How did he find out
who your wife was?

For some reason, he was checking
out the mineral rights on the land,

found the quitclaim to Mickey
and got hold of the notary public.

He threatened to expose her if I didn't
have her sign over the mineral rights,

dump the subdivision in his lap.

Knowing that vantz, I figured
he'd do it after I was dead anyway.

Well, he was in it for
a lot more than that.

[door opens]

Everything okay?

Yeah.

How much do you want for those?

How much do you
think I want for those?

- Kitty tell you who she was?
- No.

Then how did you find out?

I just did my job.

She couldn't tell you, Jake.

And she didn't know
what I was doing.

I was too afraid to
tell her I was this sick.

If she had known, none of
this would have happened.

It's my fault.

I wouldn't undress in front
of her. I slept in the den.

She thought...

She thought I'd
lost interest in her.

[sobbing]

Jake...

We wanted to have a baby.

She was devastated, Jake.

You know our Kitty.

She was looking for
assurance from somebody

and, as it happened, Mark
was there looking for her.

Well, you took a hell
of a chance hiring me.

Nothing like the chance
Bodine would talk about Kitty.

And besides, there
was something else.

What's that?

He was fucking my wife.

[rumbling]

Come on, Jake.

Jake. Come on, Jake!

Jake!

[rumbling stops]

- Are you all right, Jake?
- Yeah.

Come on, Jake.
Let's get out of here.

Wait a second. Better
check... [rumbling]

Look at the crapper.
See the crapper.

There's stuff coming out of
the toilet, the sink, the shower.

I don't know. Just take a look.

[rumbling]

Jesus, he's right.
There's shit everywhere.

- That's expensive shit.
- You're telling me.

I'm gonna have more lawsuits
than Carter has liver pills.

That's oil.

It's oil.

That's what Rawley and
Bodine have been after.

They're drilling under your
subdivision to get it, Jake.

My oil?

Not for long if we don't get
out of here. Come on, Jake.

Then it's Kitty's?

Come on, Jake.

I'm gonna stick around
and have a smoke.

What?

Would you want an
autopsy if you were me?

That wouldn't be so
good for Kitty, would it?

Got a light?

Go ahead. Give him the light.

Get out of here. Go on.

Get out of here. Get out.

- [birds chirping]
- [shower running]

[clock ticking]

[tape recorder: Berman] Dear
Kitty, I can't face you with this.

[sighs]

I guess from the day we met,

[stuttering] all I ever really wanted
was to know I could take care of you

and that you would love
me and think well of me.

So naturally, I haven't
liked being reminded

I can't take care of you or
protect you much longer.

You remind me about
that more than anybody.

All you have to do is walk into a
room or look like you need help...

opening up a can of soup or
buttoning the back of your dress.

If I hurt you, honey...

just try and forgive me.

It's been rough...

knowing I wouldn't be able to
keep anybody from hurting you.

[sobbing] I love you, Kitty.

That son of a bitch.

What the hell does he mean,

he doesn't feel he
could face me with this?

- I think he means...
- Why didn't you tell me?

I thought he should
tell you himself.

Could you...

What?

Could you...

What? Anything.

Open the window.

Yeah. I can do that.

Thank you.

Jake...

Mrs. Berman, if you wanna talk to him,
sometimes I think that's the best thing.

- I don't have to listen.
- Jake.

Mrs. Berman?

Does it ever go away?

What's that?

The... past.

Well...

I think you have to work
real hard on that one.

I can't do it alone.

I don't suppose you'll have to.

That's wrong.

Don't be too sure.

That's your problem, kid.

You don't know
who you're kidding.

You take too good a
care of me, Mr. Gittes.

Well, it's a tough
habit to break.

Think of me from time to time.

[door closes]

Katherine!

It never goes away.

["Haunted Heart" by
Jo Stafford playing]

♪ In the night ♪

♪ Though we're apart ♪

♪ There's a ghost of you ♪

♪ Within my haunted heart ♪

♪ Ghost of you ♪

♪ My lost romance ♪

♪ Lips that laugh ♪

♪ Eyes that dance ♪

♪ Haunted heart ♪

♪ Won't let me be ♪

♪ Dreams repeat ♪

♪ A sweet but
lonely song to me ♪

♪ Dreams are dust ♪

♪ It's you who
must belong to me ♪

♪ And thrill ♪

♪ My haunted heart ♪

♪ Be still ♪

♪ My haunted heart ♪

♪ In the night ♪

♪ Though we're apart ♪

♪ There's a ghost of you ♪

♪ Within my haunted heart ♪

♪ Ghost of you ♪

♪ My lost romance ♪

♪ And thrill ♪

♪ My haunted heart ♪

♪ Be still ♪

♪ My haunted heart ♪

♪ Dreams are dust ♪

♪ It's you who
must belong to me ♪

♪ And thrill ♪

♪ My haunted heart ♪

♪ Be still ♪

♪ My haunted heart ♪

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