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This is a letter, Ms. Morrison.

Mr. H. Hanley Halliday of Halliday Auto
Sales, Flemont, Texas.

The address is in the file.

Dear Mr. Halliday, Colin, in reference
to the twins, Gene and Joan Halliday,

after days of painstaking investigation,
I've located your nieces, Gene and Joan,

here in Manhattan.

The girls are working as waitresses at
the Chew and Sip Cafeteria on Lower

Broadway and are living at the Hotel
Escadrille on West 27th Street.

The Escadrille is a residential hotel
for young women run by an elderly woman

named Miss Teagarden. They're living in
a wholesome and safe environment.

As for the question of money, Mr.
Halliday, your niece's spending patterns

over the past week suggest a moderate
income at best.

What a pile of shit.

I can't. If I ever thought I was going
to wind up in something like this, I'd

have thrown that son of a bitch Halliday
out the minute he walked into my office.

I was sitting there, minding my own
business, listening to the rats do a

soft shoe behind the baseboard and
wondering where the rent on the soft

shoes was coming from.

Come in.

Howdy, son.

My name's Halliday.

Ain't handy, Halliday.

My friends call me Hubie, but you can
call me Mr. Halliday.

That's a little joke, son.

What can I do for you, Mr. Halliday?

Why, uh...

I was looking for somebody, and I
thought maybe you could help me.

Oh, I got the picture right here.

There's Joan on the left and Gene on the
right.

No, that's Gene on the right and Joan on
the left.

Well, it don't matter now.

Here. They left home about five, six
days ago, thereabouts.

As soon as I figured they was gone, I...

Well, I got me a seat under a big old
bird and come up to the big city to look

for them. So what do you need me for?

Well, you see, I don't want them to know
I'm looking.

You see, if I was to run into them,
they'd just go someplace else. Because

right now they don't, well, not to give
you a long story, they don't approve of

Uncle Hubie right now.

According to the old man, they were
scandalized when they caught him getting

a piece from his secretary.

You wanted me, Hubie?

Ooh, that's a big ten-four, honeybunch.

You want me to take a letter or what?

What I want you to take is my dick.

That's what I like about working for
you, QB. You got real class, you know?

You bragging or complaining?

Well, I should tell him complaining.
That's the thing.

Especially with benefits like old Bertie
here.

Right now, old Bertie no bigger than a
bar of soap after a hard week's washing.

Oh, but when you get that mouth of yours
going, I get hotter than a scorpion's

tail.

Pretty soon, old Freddie will be bigging
up the club and bar.

Oh, shut up, Hubie.

Holly, baby, I mean, you tired of the
mouse caught in the molasses barrel?

Oh, for Christ's sakes, Hubie, shut up
and fuck.

He's a cute fella.

Nice to meet you.

or locating runaways, and looking like
this helps me in my work.

I can go anywhere, and no one will give
me a second look.

This is New York, not slummy Texas.

The way I look is less conspicuous than
the way you dress, but all of that

probably doesn't make a difference,
because I'm probably the only private

investigator who'd even consider taking
your case.

Aren't I?

You don't expect me to think you came
here first, did you?

Now, why don't you tell me the whole
story?

Well... You see, after they've gone,
close to $150,000 is missing from the

safe in my office. Now, I suppose it's
my own fault for keeping that much cash

on hand, but I don't know who took it.
Now, Mayula May, that's my

little woman, she figures the twins took
it. So you don't believe her?

Well, I don't know what to believe.

Mayula May, she raised that killer.

It was her idea that she'd work in a
store in the first place.

You see...

The little woman is what you might call
something of a prude.

She raised them girls to think that
everything's a sin, so how could they

possibly steal? For me, no less.

Needless to say, the little woman
doesn't know anything about you. Well,

hell, I can't live like you, LeMay.
Shit, I'm a normal red-blooded American

good old boy.

I like to have me a little nookie now
and then. So that's why you don't want

to go to the police about the missing
money or the insurance people, because

that means an investigation.

Close to home. And that ups the chances
of you, LeMay, finding out about how

much of a good old boy you really are.

Yeah, I see you and me. We're going to
get along right fine.

That's a thousand dollars.

Cash.

What, are we enough to get you started,
huh?

I think so.

That's more where that came from, sonny.

See, every time a cherry pops at
Plymouth High School, it's because I

done sold some boy's daddy a brand new
car.

That's a joke that I say that the joke
that was on the case the hopeless one at

that no we

kind of bred that dumb fuck with Lang on
me, I'd have been a fool to turn him

down. So I started looking.

But I got lucky.

I ran into this guy who remembered them.
I saw them come in at 4 to 30.

They were looking for a cheap place to
stay and he sent them to the Hotel

Escadrille. Only it wasn't quite like
the way I'm going to tell Holiday it

was. A run-down flea bag.

The girls decided to leave the Hotel
Escadrille when the night clerk tried to

seal them up behind the coke machine in
the lobby. Not before I tracked them

down. The night clerk let me peek in on
them through the keyhole in the door to

the adjoining room.

He was only too happy to get back at
them for not putting out.

At least $15. I wouldn't be surprised.

What are you saying?

Well, we can't afford to be closing.

Well, we ain't got a job and haven't got
much money left.

Well, the cops at the after was okay.

Well, it's got a co-working there in the
lobby. I ain't going.

Dispossessed? I beg your pardon?

No, we're from Texas.

And you just got into town, right?

How'd you know?

I was in town once myself.

Tell you what.

You girls mind if I help you with those
bags?

No, I don't think so. Oh, no. What harm
can I do? Look, I've got a wounded paw.

Yeah. Okay?

Oh, all right.

Fine.

Come this way. Come on. Where are we
going?

Right in here.

This

is

awfully good.

really want to go out there now at this
hour, do you?

Well, we... Tell you what.

Why don't you girls stay here?

You've been awfully kind.

Well, maybe just for tonight.

Like I said, you can stay here as long
as you like.

But Travis, he's my roommate.

Travis and I can, you know, we can use
the company.

Well, we don't have any rent money and
we have no place to stay.

You have to worry about rent money.

We'll work it out somehow, okay?

You must think you're something special.
Baby, you don't know the hat of it.

No.

Wow, great.

Can I have some of that?

Come on, baby.

As it turns.

He's cool. Talk about green.

Hey, Travis.

Hey,

I'd like you to meet Joan and... I'm
Joan.

Joan and Gene.

They've been staying with us for a
while.

Really?

I hope you don't mind, do you?

See, man, you weren't here, you know, so
I took the liberty to ask him this

thing. Oh, we rehearsed really late, so
I... Jesus, Duke, can we talk about this

later? Hey.

You're cute.

Why don't you stay for a while?

Sure.

Bye.

Come on.

Yes, Mr. Gilbert.

Well, it's 5.15, Gloria.

Yes, Mr. Gilbert.

Bunny, Gloria.

Hi. Can you have it for me?

Sure.

Thanks, Bunny.

Okay. If anybody asks for you, just say
you're all set up.

You're incorrigible.

Day is over.

Have you finished typing out the letters
to the members?

No, sir.

Well, did you at least return Mr.
Leindegger's call?

No, sir.

Well, what about my flow charts for the
reorganizational meeting on Monday?

No, sir, I didn't.

Time?

You've been a bad girl, Gloria.

You'll have to be punished.

Yes, sir.

Oh, no.

Is Mr. Gilbert in?

No, he's still just warming up.

He's what?

Never mind.

Where's Gloria?

She's in conference at the moment. Oh,
that's okay. Look, we're just going to

go in.

Look, you just tell them that Luke
Fowler is here to see him, okay?

Wade, you can't go in there. Oh, that's
okay. Look, we used to bowl together.

Don't worry about it.

Hey, not too bad, huh?

I'm working this fucking char of women.

Jimmy and Halliday, I never thought I'd
hear them words come out of your mouth.

After what's been going on in my concept
today, what do you care what's coming

out of my mouth?

Well, it's work, ain't it?

Cleaning up after a bunch of fat old
women at a health club. You call this

work? What the hell did you drag me to
this suck-ass town of New York for

anyway? I thought we were going to be
high-fashion models or something.

Like you said, we were little kids.
That's what you wanted to do.

I can't be a model. You have to go to
school or something for it. Sure, we're

going to get a lot of training here. All
you want to do is get laid on that Steve

Wilson thing. That's all you care about.

Joni Ann, honestly.

Don't give me that Joni Ann shit. You're
just a whore and a bitch like everybody

else. Am not.

No, she just wet my top.

I see.

Don't do that.

It's not dry yet.

Well, I can't walk around here like
this.

Why not?

It's late. We're the only ones here.

Besides, this is the women's shower
room, and we are all women here.

Do you come here often?

No, but I just might start to speak to
the bars.

Say, you know, you've got nice...

Do you ever make it with a woman?

There'll be plenty of time for that
later.

Fucking, sucking, threesome, foursome,
gaysome.

Short of whips and chains or fucking
dogs, there wasn't much the girls hadn't

tried. By now, they were ready for just
about anything. And anything was ready

and waiting for them.

Lots of people do. You did too, didn't
you?

First time I came in here, you thought I
was, you know, one of them, didn't you?

Well, that's okay. We're like interior
decorators. I mean, lots of male models

are. You know, it's a common mistake. I
have to deal with it all the time.

But I like the work. The money's good.

I've got a good body, a good-looking
face, so why not make some money off it?

Look, it's better than being a writer,
you know? And even as a writer, I had

that same problem, too.

People thought I was, you know, even
then.

At least as a model, I've come to expect
it.

And even with it, you know, people treat
me better as a model.

Like when I was a writer, I once wrote
this screenplay. This porno producer had

the money for a straight film. It was
going to star David Bowie.

So I wrote this cute story.

David Bowie is the leader of a
homosexual alien race that comes to

Earth and poses as a street gang and
spends the rest of the picture stabbing

each other.

Cute story, right?

I called it Gay Blade, so my friends
read it, and they said it would go right

over this producer's head. They had
about as much sophistication as a

picture of Kool-Aid.

And at any rate, he read it, and from
the subject matter, he thought I was,

you know, too.

So the first thing he does is he changes
the title to Killer Homos from Outer

Space. And right then and there, I knew
that everything I'd hear about the guy

was true.

What a stupid way to make a living.

Well, I mean, we're making some money
out of our own.

I mean, as much as we like Duke and
Travis, we're making money out of our

own and get a place to stay now.

Don't go making any fast plans, sister,
not unless you want to stay here for the

rest of your lives. You know, this isn't
exactly out of fashion.

You haven't given up on that modeling
shit, have you? Of course not. But, I

mean, you must like sleeping with Duke
and Travis an awful lot.

Chuck off.

Well, I don't want to seem too
ungrateful. I mean, Duke did get us the

job. Sound favor.

Oh, excuse me. I've got to go to the
little girl's room.

Hey, fool, where are you going? That's
the men's locker room.

So I like modeling better.

I'm done.

Oh, I'm so relaxed. I think I'll just
lie here a while.

but aren't you a girl?

Oh, yeah, that's okay. You've got a
towel on.

Oh, that's a good body. I don't mind.
What do you want?

Sure. Didn't you say you were a male
model?

Yes, but I'm not, uh... Yeah, I know,
but that doesn't make any difference.

How'd you get to be a model?

Gene, where are you?

So you want a model, huh?

You've come to the right guy, honey.

See, I can get you started.

How's that?

Come with me to a shoot later this week.

Thursday. I'll introduce you to the
photographer and everything.

And if he likes you, maybe he'll use
you.

If you got what it takes.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

Well, how well do you give head?

I beg your pardon?

Give head. You know, suck cock.

Cop a joint.

Blow.

Job. Oh, that.

Well, there's this boy that I used to go
with, and he said I did it to him better

that way than, you know, the...

But do you have to do that to be a good
model?

Well, not me. I'm not, you know.

But most of the girls, sure, that's how
they get jobs. Blowing photographers.

Why do you think they have such high
cheekbones?

That's a joke.

Oh, forget it.

Well? Well what?

Why don't you... Do I have to spell it
out?

How am I supposed to know if you have
what it takes?

Oh, that.

You shouldn't order to be in here. I
know, but I'm looking for someone. She's

lost. She's new here. It's my identical
twin sister. Have you seen her?

Well, what did she look like?

to do this?

Positive. All of them.

Well, I don't want to be just any old
model. I want to be another Cheryl

Pease.

So?

So?

I'll show you I've got more than what it
takes.

Oh.

It's a fashion layout. Ever hear of BAM
Magazine?

It's a work clothes layout for them.

We're shooting at Saw Focus Lens Studio.

I'll give you the address. Meet me there
Thursday at 3.

Am I twin sister Joan, too? Sure. Bring
your twin sister, too. If it acts like

that, great.

Fantastic. Good.

The twins were nothing if not fortunate.
Of course, a newfound willingness to

fuck at the drop of a zipper hastened
their progress.

They'd been in the city less than a week
and already it seemed as if they were on

their way to a lucrative career.

It was only one problem.

They still weren't making enough to
afford a place of their own. We can't

live on the money we're making here.

But you can't demand a raise after four
days on a job. It just isn't done.

Look, you two.

I took you on as a favor to Duke.

I created two jobs out of whole cloth
for you.

Positions you don't even feel well, I
might add.

Well, maybe there's something else.

Some other thing we're better at.

You're fired. Get out. Get out of here.

I don't want to see you when I get out
of this pool. Understood?

Well, here's another fine mess you got
us into.

But now what are we going to do?

Well, I don't know. I hope Molly got
serious about introducing us to Rose

after just free pussy.

Free pussy.

I've got an idea. I think we can get our
jobs back with Mr. Gilbert.

Come on, get out of those clothes.

What the hell are you doing?

Come on, just get out of the clothes.

you think you're doing. Oh, hi, dear.

6.30, asshole.

Were you or weren't you going to meet me
at La Pavilion at 5?

Oh, shit, honey.

I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

I had so much work on my desk today,
I... Bullshit.

I know why you forgot.

You were too busy with your 5 o'clock
session with Miss Restraining's draft

1978 to think about your wife.

Hey, I thought we had an understanding.

And we do.

I'm not going to let you come at me with
the prop list for the story, though.

You have to have that. If that's what
gets you off, well, then you can tie up

that little dipshit secretary of yours
and fuck her till the gangrene sets in

for all I care. Oh, but Julia, darling.

If I am going to be that tolerant of
your kinks, the least you could do in

return is put away those rubber corsets
once in a while and give me a little

attention instead of making me sit alone
for an hour at a table by the door, no

less.

I came here thinking something happened
to you, and what do I find?

Mark Spitz!

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I forgot.

Anyway, they're leather corsets.

What?

Leather corsets, not rubber.

Leather. Oh, fuck you.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

Forgiven? Maybe.

You look so funny when I pushed you in.

You should have seen your face when your
dress ripped.

Good dress, too.

Oh, I don't know.

I think it looks much nicer now.

Much nicer.

Come on.

Why don't we go dry off and have some
fun?

month.

to fucking the boss, the twins got their
jobs back at double the previous salary.

They agreed to throw in a little
overtime, too, with Julia's consent,

because it seems the girls agreed that
they could get into being tied up at the

office, or at least trying it out.

It's a good thing they did, too.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able

to move. And if they hadn't been able to
move, they wouldn't have run into Holly

on the streets the following day.

friends before I go to Europe tomorrow.

You know your uncle's looking for you.
You're kidding.

He hired a private detective to try to
find you. He doesn't want you to know

he's looking for you. You ain't gonna
tell any sauce, are you? No, are you

kidding me?

Would I be telling you this now if I was
gonna tell him?

Well, anyway, I've got to get going to
my hotel now. See you later.

Well, Holly, wait. Why don't you stay
with us?

Say, Gene,

who's your Duke in traffic you like,
Holly?

Hi. Speak of the devil.

Duke Fowler, Holly Noly.

Well, hello.

Hello, yourself.

Thanks for dinner. I make the best
fondue in town.

Actually, Duke, Holly wants more of
them.

Hey, you must be awfully hungry.

Tell me, how was your ride in here?

How did you know?

Oh, I was once new in town myself.

You're a really cute guy.

You don't know the habit.

Yes, things would have worked out very
different if it hadn't been for Holly.

Jesus Christ, I feel like a G.I. Joe
doll.

Well, I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

I mean, your jaw's certainly stiffen up.
You want a fork?

I beg your pardon.

You know, I gave all that up.

I'm so straight now, I even drink orange
juice.

It's a pitchfork.

Well, look at her. You're sitting on it.

My goodness, I miss this normally.
Christ, Duncan, you can be such a bore

sometimes. I like that. I'm a bore. I
will.

You'll never get to Atlantic City, Mary.

For what I pay you, I mean, you couldn't
make it up in the round yourself in

Catatonia. This what you're looking for?
Oh, yeah. Over there.

Oh, whoa. Sit me down, big fella.

Oh, I would like to see the farmer in
this ad as opposed to Roberta Rigamortis

over here. Duncan, you promised.

Oh, hush up, Donnie.

We'll get paid. We'll make it to
Scarecrow.

Sorry, Mr. Upstop. I have to leave soon.
I just came to watch my friend.

Oh, what a despair.

Okay, what's the waiting warrant?

Oh, not yet, not yet.

Actors, actors.

Haven't you ever modeled for print work
before?

No. Well, you're not in this one. You're
in the, uh, cattle baron layout.

Cattle baron? I look more like a steer.

Oh, long-horned at that.

Oh, my.

Who's that flammer?

Oh, that's Duncan, uh, Epstaff. He's the
famous photographer.

Well, I gather he wasn't a plumber. A
rotarooter man, maybe, but... Well, Don

hasn't introduced us yet, but I'm sure
we'll all love each other. Well, we'll

be good friends anyway.

Oh, he's not really a... It's just an
image.

Oh, shit!

And double shit! I forgot the naked
lady.

The what?

The naked lady, stupid!

I mean, you can't shoot a spread for one
of these butch mags, fashion or

otherwise, without a naked lady.

What about my friends?

a strip-a-boo civil play.

Oh, Mr. Esther, thank you. A big chit.

What have I done?

Mon dieu.

Okay, come on, girls.

Oh, come on, darling.

Stand up, will you?

Breaking and bailing is supposed to be
functioning.

Now, come on, girls, lie down either
side of him. Oh, chits and ass, chits

and ass.

That's it. Put your hands on his thighs.

Grope him. Just make like it's another
roll in the hay, which is incidentally

what you're bailing, Donnie. Keep
groping him, girls. That's it. Oh, oh.

Lovely, lovely.

Oh, wonderful. Now, come on. Take the
shirt off, Donnie. Off. Take the whole

thing off. Oh, marvelous. Just throw it
down there. That's beautiful.

Go ahead.

Continue bailing.

I want to feel the testosterone in the
air.

Okay, okay.

Beautiful. Oh, hang loose, my kindreds.

Reload time.

Uh, you can let go now.

Oh, Don, thank you for doing us a favor
and for traveling too.

All right. Oh, my heavens.

What is this?

I know what this is.

Come on, now. Boys and girls, play nice.

Stop it now. We have work to do.

Stop it.

Oh.

Well,

the rent doesn't pay you what I'm worth
anyway.

Oh, our first organ.

We had so much fun.

Oh, listen, don't run away. Don't run
away now.

Oh, no, the fun's just starting. I know
this fabulous swing club in the Wall

Street area, Midnight Interlude.

Oh, but there's four of us boys and only
two girls.

Oh, that's okay.

Never mind.

I know the owner. We'll all get in
anyway.

Thank you.

Finally, I followed the girl from
Midnight Interlude.

I had spent the previous day doing some
talking to Holiday, and I decided that I

was not going to tell Holiday where his
nieces were.

But not only that, I was going to make
myself a very rich man to boot.

Thank you.

God bless you.

The note said that I'd broken into their
apartment and stolen something.

If they wanted to claim it, they'd have
come here to my apartment tonight.

So now I'm a candidate for a breaking
and entering rap.

Shit, I'm in deeper than that.

Ah, what the hell.

So to conclude, Mr. Halliday, your
nieces are leading a quiet, uneventful

life here in Manhattan.

Not much different from the way Mrs.
Halliday raised them, and from what you

told me is true.

The spending patterns indicate...

No substantial income, no bank accounts,
and no assets of any kind from what I

can determine.

It sure leads me to conclude that I am
not the guilty party in the

embezzlement.

And a personal observation, Mr.
Halliday, I don't think your nieces are

smart enough to report $150,000.

Enclosed is my bill and expense account.

Sincerely yours, Beau Murdoch, for the
Murdoch Detective Agency.

Come on in.

Can I get you something?

Cut the crap. Who are you, and what did
you take from our apartment?

My name's Bo Murdock. I'm a private
detective, and your uncle hired me to

find you and your sister. You must have
been spying on us, peeping on us, and

must have seen everything.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry. It's nothing
personal.

Just a job.

Then you ought to know we like it here,
and we're not about to go back to

plummet. I think your uncle will accept
that, but that's not why I contacted

you.

Ordinarily, I would have tailed you and
filed a report.

You would have never known I was
checking up on you, much less ever

meeting me. I thought that was pretty
strange.

Well, it's the business of the missing
money. What money?

$150,000 stolen from your uncle's safe
right after you disappeared.

We didn't. I know. That's why I asked
you here. Have you been home yet? We

ain't been home for about two days.

Then you don't know that this is
missing.

Our suitcase?

We enjoyed our suitcase, and now we're
closed, for Christ's sake. Closed? Take

a look.

Money?

Uncle Hugh's money?

Well, there's about 130,000 of it. I had
to give Holly 20 grand.

Holly?

Please, sit down. Let me explain.

This is Holly's suitcase.

She had it with her when she arrived.

You didn't realize it, but you switched
suitcases on her when you moved out of

Duke's apartment.

You mean with Holly?

Exactly. After you left Flummox, she
thought it would be a perfect time to

dip her hand into the till, figuring
you'd be blamed.

Her vacation to Europe was going to be
permanent.

What's going to happen to her? I caught
up to her just about the time she was

going to open what she thought was her
suitcase.

She found three baby doll pajamas, a
teddy bear, and a collection of Waylon

Jennings albums.

I promised her 20 grand if she'd get on
that plane to France and keep her mouth

shut.

And she just did it? She had no choice.

I knew she ripped your uncle off, and I
could have blown the whistle on her.

But now they'll never believe that we
didn't do it.

And now if we return it, we'll be
arrested because you, you stupid shit,

gave her $20,000.

But... 130 grand can buy an awful lot of
dissidents from Fleming, Texas.

A piece of the action.

A cat?

All we want is a piece of the action.
And believe me, you'll enjoy it. We

guarantee it. We?

Me and my partner. You haven't met him
yet. My partner's my brother, Joe

Murdock.

Hi.

Interested?

Identical, just like us.

Right. They're kind of cute, aren't
they?

Fellas, we've just met our match.

Girl, you don't know the half of it.

Bye.

Thank you.