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I told you you had a nice body.

Would you hold it against me?

That's funny.

I like that.

I wasn't kidding.

I wouldn't mix you think you're so tough, Hammer.

I eat shredded wheat without milk.

I understand you have been cutting into my territory.

Visiting sewage was never my style.

We've never seen that enough time anymore.

Oh, we do have time for this.

Yes.

You are right, right, right, right.

Now I'm not that old, but I can remember when Greenwich

Village was filled with long-haired kids beating their bongos.

Nowadays, the bongos are electric and the kids have rainbow hair.

One thing for sure, it's never been dull in the village.

I was supposed to be at the garden with Pat

tonight, watching the next take on the Celtics.

But the kid was doing a set and I wouldn't miss it for the world.

It was no doubt about him.

Vicki Cornell had a voice that could really get your motor running.

She got to everybody in the place.

Even the kid with the pointy heads.

I knew her because I babysat her a while back while she kicked the heroin habit.

It kept him before you missed your hammer.

How'd you know with me?

Well, she said you'd be the first guy without purple hair in an earring.

Thank you.

You're right.

You got it.

I'd like to dedicate this next number to someone who's very, very special to me.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see.

I don't want you to really let's go.

It turns out to be someone to watch over me.

Although he may not be the man some girls think

of this handsome to my heart he'd carry the key.

Won't you tell him, please put on some speed.

I know my lead.

Oh, how I need someone to watch over me.

Me.

Hey, that was great.

Even better than I remember.

You stay away too long.

I'm going to forget your face.

Yes, too.

Thanks for coming.

I know this isn't exactly your scene.

Hi, babe.

You were great tonight, except for that last song.

Whoa, let's eat six stuff like that from now on.

Hey pal, I like that song.

I'm sure you did.

You're not exactly what I'd call with it.

Nothing personal.

Why are you Vicki's father or something?

He's a good friend, Carl.

Vicki will wait for you by the door.

I'll be out in a minute.

This Carl, friend of yours?

You know how hard I've worked, and you know how hard it's been to get this far.

Carl's got money.

He says he's willing to find the bucks to produce an album.

That's what he says.

Come on, Mike.

It's strictly a business deal.

Hey, you know I can take care of myself.

I'm not exactly a stranger on the streets.

Listen.

You deserve the best.

You've come a long way.

I just don't want to see you blow it.

That's all.

Don't worry about a thing.

Everything's fine.

Well, I better go now.

Thanks for coming.

Hey, you were great.

Come on.

I made a note to myself to check back with Vicki next week.

It was something about the company she was keeping I just didn't like.

Plus, better than enough.

There was this horror, Mike.

I'm sorry.

I know how close you and Vicki were.

What happened?

It looks like an OD.

No D.

No way, Pat.

She wasn't a hype.

She's been straight for six months.

Who the hell are you?

Well, it's narcotics to my camera.

It's so funny.

The lady had this in a purse, tracks on her arms.

And your card in her hand?

No, I figured she popped the hot shot and was calling a connection, friend.

Mike!

Mike!

Mike!

Mike!

He's easy.

Hey.

Trying to put two and two together, doctor.

That's all.

You buy this?

Depends on what the medical examiner has to say.

Get what the medical examiner has to say.

I want to know what you think.

Mike, I don't know.

I just don't know on this one.

Well, I do.

Vicki was not a hype, Pat.

She was clean.

I remember the photographer at the club taking Carl Pennington's picture.

I had a hunch that would show up in the society pages, and I was right.

The cops could take their fancy overdose theory and shove it.

Vicki was murdered.

And Pennington was my only clue.

The medical examiner said that the heroin that killed Vicki was over 40% pure.

Too hot to handle.

But the tracks were fresh.

She was clean up until then.

I'll tell you, Velda.

Her eyes were clear.

Her mind was right.

She was okay.

Give me those things.

Thanks.

You'll thank me in 20 years.

You can think I had that far.

Oh, thanks.

I didn't have any trouble finding the Pennington house.

It was the smallest one on the block.

In fact, it was the block.

Hello.

My name is Mike Hammer.

I'm a private investigator, and I believe Carl Pennington lives here.

Carl's my brother.

I'm Connie Pennington.

Why do you want to see him?

Carl was with a friend of mine last night.

My friend is dead.

I'm sorry about your friend, but I'm sure my brother had nothing to do with it.

Her name was Vicki Cornell.

She was young and pretty, just like you.

Was she here last night?

Why don't you come on inside of me?

My daughter wasn't home last night.

She wouldn't know.

I'm Veronica Pennington.

Mike Hammer.

Aren't you doing the antique guilt?

Yes, mother.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Step, daughter.

Mrs. Pennington, I... Veronica, please.

Veronica.

Do you happen to know where Carl is?

No, I don't.

Well, if and when you're in touch with him, would you please have him call me?

I hope you don't think this girl's death is

connected in any way to a member of my family.

I certainly hope, Ron.

Hope to see you again, Mr. Hammer.

I'm sure you will, Mrs. Pennington.

Something told me to take a tour of the grounds,

and I saw some signs of life in the pool house.

All right, wake up, Carl.

Hey, come on, wake up, wake up.

Come on, wake up.

Listen, time for some questions, buddy.

Where were you last night when you left the club?

I don't know.

You don't know.

Well, let me refresh your memory, Carl.

Now, I want to know where did you go last night when you left the club?

Here.

I think here.

Okay.

You came back here.

Are we the two girls with you?

I don't know.

Vicky Cornell, do you remember her?

Yeah, I remember Vicky.

Was Vicky with you?

I don't know.

Boy, you better work on down town.

Vicky is dead.

Vicky is dead.

That's right.

Somebody killed me.

I didn't do it.

Yeah?

You were the last one seen with you when you left the club.

Now, listen, Carl.

You better do yourself a favor and start remembering the events of last night.

I'd help you if I could.

Well, I'm a blanker.

I just don't remember.

Hey, what are you doing out here anyway?

Not there, let you in the main house?

Well, Michael, let's meet as a pool house to crash.

I got my own place in town.

Let's see.

Oh, should you shoot her, Vicky?

You've got some big problems, Carl.

Now, I want you to pull it together and remember what

happened last night because I'm not through with you.

I'll be back.

It just didn't make sense.

A junkie who was afraid of needles.

Carl Pennington didn't remember much, but

maybe the two girls with him that night did.

So I asked Bell to attract him down through the photographer at the club.

I also asked you to start shaking the Pennington

family tree to see if any squirrels dropped out.

Sure.

With a place like this, I couldn't figure out

why Carl kept running home to crash at step-moms.

Why is it that some guys who can score touchdowns and hit home

runs still have to find their high at the end of a needle?

I'm a Bradley Schneider attorney for the Pennington family.

Really?

I thought you were just another dumbbell.

After I talked to my client and they told me about your little escapade,

I made some inquiries.

I figured you were stupid enough to show up here.

You've interrupted my daily workout, Mr. Hammer, so I'll come right to the point.

Any more unwarranted, illegal, uninvited intrusions on the Pennington family and.

..

This film will be sent over the district attorney.

You tell your clients they've got nothing to worry about.

Good.

Provided they weren't involved with the murder of Vicki Cornell.

Well... I should see you again sometime, Mr. Schneider.

I called Belda and asked her to run down some info on family

attorney Bradley Schneider with his fancy jogging suit.

I never understood guys who got all dressed up just to sweat.

She told me Pat had something he wanted to show me.

I'd say Mike.

Pat.

Well, who do we have?

It's the working girl's friend.

Very funny.

I thought they pet the animals at dawn.

You know, you were about as funny as that stiff on the gurney hammer.

Why don't you see if you can make him laugh, huh?

Cute, Harry.

With you around, he probably died laughing.

Mike, you know this guy?

No.

Should I?

Sure, jam.

The name is Cappy Hint.

He'll deed on some bad junk.

He wasn't your, uh, you know, your average hole in the arm looser.

He's doing a little pushing too.

His room is full of these babies.

Wouldn't he recognize the packaging?

What?

The same as your girlfriend's, right?

Oh, come on.

That's your case.

You're going to bury this poor kid's burner just because of some lousy ten foil?

Oh, no, Mike.

This is more.

Vicki's name is in his address book.

Come on.

It's obvious.

Push her in a hyper, both using the same stuff, which the lab says is bad.

They go belly up.

This is closed.

Hey, no loss to society.

Right, huh?

Tree City, here on A&A.

Cappy Hinton's rap sheet was full of nothing but two-bit

busts, shoplifting, flashing, but he wasn't a pusher.

I leaned on Pat to find out who controlled the midtown narcotics action.

It was Jake Guill.

So I called in a marker from wholesale sound.

Where it is, he's a mule making the delivery for Jake Guill.

Yeah, but where is he?

We've been here for two hours, wholesale.

Hey, shit.

Mike, have I ever failed you?

This info is as good as gold.

It's more than I can serve in your suit.

Look at this.

Feel this material.

This baby costs six big ones on the racquet blooming dales.

I can let you have it for 30 bucks, huh?

What?

I'm throwing an extra pair of pants.

Action.

I just love it when you talk dirty to me.

Michael!

You finally found my favorite restaurant.

The moo goo guy pant is excellent here.

That's not why you're here.

You know him?

Jake Guill.

Jake Guill is the last man you want to be messing with, Mike.

All right, listen.

Mooji, I want you to talk to him.

I want you to tell him that the Greek didn't deliver.

That I have his special import package.

I don't want to have to tell him that, Michael.

I hate eating bullets with my Chinese food.

His?

Or Betsy's?

That's what I like about you, Michael.

You're so very, very persuasive.

Talk to him, Mooji.

Talk to him.

I

think it's important for you to talk to him.

You want something?

I have something.

Two pounds of China white.

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

Then I guess I'm wasting my time.

But I do know that whoever does own this material would probably want it returned.

Soon.

But since it's not yours, you should probably butt out.

Not now.

Now what makes you think you're so tough, Hammer?

I eat shredded wheat without milk.

You know, people who take other people's property have been known to find

themselves permanently horizontal with a lot of dirt on their faces.

I'll make it now.

I'll be talking with you.

Yeah, love your shirt.

Excuse me, Bozo.

My camera investigation.

Yes, me.

What did you find on Nancy Gibson?

A photographer.

All I get is her answering machine.

But Veronica Pennington called.

She wants to meet you at La Petite-Plorette.

She doesn't sound like a mother to me, Mike.

She's a mother, all right.

You shake anything else out of their family tree?

Yeah, I checked with the probate department.

Carl and his sister each get a third of pop as a state when they turn 25.

That's only a few weeks away for Connie.

But right now, Veronica's got it all.

Well, but did I ever tell you you had a suspicious mind?

Must be the company I keep.

I'll see you later.

Okay.

Keep it changed.

Who is she?

Whoever she is, she looks great.

Hello.

Nice place.

It is now.

Sit.

I ordered for you, Scotch, no ice.

Hope that was all right.

Actually, it's beer, but this is fine, thanks.

I heard about your meeting with Bradley.

Yeah, he's a classic guy.

I thought they owed you an explanation about Carl.

About Carl?

About the fact that you lied to me that he wasn't there.

It's the same.

Since my husband, Carl's father died, Carl hasn't been the same.

There's something you don't know about Carl.

There's nothing hardly anybody knows.

He's a drug addict.

Have you tried to help him?

We have run out of doctors and programs.

So you lied in order to protect him?

What are you afraid of?

Publicity?

Yes, exactly.

You're fighting a losing battle.

Carl was at the club the other night escorting two lovelies.

Not exactly, you're come to tea times.

And a photographer was snapping every single moment.

Did you happen to see them at the house?

No.

I'm not thinking.

You did see her there.

Earlier in the evening.

But she said she was ill and she left.

Since I couldn't see any possible connection between her visit and her death.

I didn't say anything.

I hope this will be a good night.

Excuse me.

Don't leave.

I've ordered.

Sorry, I've lost my appetite.

I was surprised to see Assistant D.A.

Barrington.

With a date yet.

I recommend the deal.

But why not try the tuna?

It's cheaper and much, much better for you.

Hammer.

There's a dummy affair, but we've got this guy in narcotics.

His name is Harry Welch.

For some reason he doesn't like you.

I don't know.

Anyway, the point is with this close to closing the books on a major heroin supplier.

I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't mess things up for us.

I wouldn't dream of it.

It's not going to go home.

Hammer.

That's the kitchen.

I know.

I'm getting bored with you, Bozo.

Just relax.

Tomorrow's election day.

Hello, Jake.

Hammer.

Listen tight and don't interrupt because I'm not going to repeat myself.

Be it the West 32nd Street Pier at 8 o 'clock

tonight or you can kiss a white Christmas goodbye.

I wasn't doing anything and Mr. Geal thought I might enjoy the ride.

All right, I'm here.

Show and tell time, Jake.

Hey, what's that?

It's a lot of bread you're missing with.

Can we get on with this?

I have a date.

Show, wait.

All right, Hammer.

What do you want to know?

It's a small time high pusher named Cathy Hinton in the Bowery.

Do you supply him?

There was no pusher named Cathy Hinton.

You sure?

What did he just say, Mike?

Did you ever furnish an uptown swell named Carl Pennington?

Never heard of him.

Do you know a singer named Vicki Cornell?

Have you said, Braun?

No.

No, I don't know her.

Then look, Hammer, if we're playing show and tell, hand that stuff over here.

What is this stuff?

It's about 90% pure age in heroin, isn't it?

It's about two pounds worth.

Like being an accountant can be bad on your health right now.

Really?

This stuff is bad to tell.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Don't!

Don't!

That was a bad mistake, Hammer!

Yeah, well, I made a few of my time, but that wasn't one of them.

You missed this part.

Acting?

It's a dust.

You're a walking dead man.

Jake, just so there's no bad feelings.

I know Angie's cleaner on 6th Avenue.

Go down there, tell him I recommended you get a fuck off.

That's what I

like about my man.

He has no sense.

Well, they'll never reach the club photographers,

so I decided to go down to Soho and find her myself.

I hope she was a good photographer.

I also hope she was just a lousy housekeeper.

Mike, let me know there's corny courses.

Nancy Gibson did hang herself, somebody else did it for her.

Brilliant.

Two little leaguers are going to tell us that.

Captain Chambers, tell him.

Yeah.

I understand you have been cutting into my territory.

Visiting sewers was never my style.

Oh, cute, cute.

You went after Jake Gilk.

Yeah, and I found it.

Where were you?

Mr. Hammer, I am putting you on official notice.

You keep messing your nose around where it doesn't belong, and I am going to jam you

for possession of narcotics and obstruction of justice.

Do you understand?

I'll make a note.

You do that.

Hi.

Hello.

I'm Collette.

What can I do for you?

A lot, I'm sure, but I'm here to see Moochie.

I told you he had a nice body.

Would you hold it against me?

That's funny, I like that.

Mm-hmm.

I don't know your name.

I don't know your face.

I never saw you.

It was a real nice performance you gave you at the night, Michael.

The only reason I didn't get busted up is Gil is convinced that you are a wacko.

What did you tell him?

What did I tell him?

I told him the truth.

That you are psychotic.

Have you ever considered serious medical treatment, Mike?

Yes, I've considered.

Listen, Moochie, I know I don't win any awards

for diplomacy with guys like Jake Guill.

No, you don't.

And I don't know what kind of a relationship you've got with him.

I really don't care.

But Vicki Cornell is dead.

In one way or another, I can't help but feel

that guys like Jake Guill are responsible.

Listen, I need your help.

I want you to talk to me about Carl Pennington.

Now, if a guy like Carl is young, wealthy, Westchester

type, why don't he get lined up with a couple of hookers?

Who would he go to?

What's your lucky day, Michael?

Because I happen to know that dude.

I thought you might.

Yeah, yeah.

You want something?

Yeah, a few minutes of your time.

If you're interested in private lessons, there's a card in my bag.

Do they know you're a pimp around here?

We'll do it by the day, honey.

We'll pick it up tomorrow.

You know, I don't know how you got in here, but I do know how you're leaving.

You better put the rocket down, pal.

It's gonna become your lunch.

What do you want?

The two bim bets who hang out with Carl Pennington.

Dee Dee and Kim.

Where can I find them?

They're working.

The Woodward filling.

So this.

You must give good lesson.

You can't go in there.

Watch this.

Good afternoon, Mr. Park.

Well, it's nice to see a man enjoying a wide variety of adventures.

In your case, obviously, sports and nursery rhyme.

Who the hell are you?

My name's Hammer.

I'll be representing your wife and her divorce proceedings against you.

Where did I put those documents?

My wife and I have an arrangement.

She knows exactly what I'm doing.

Really?

Well, almost exactly.

Call security, Jason.

Great.

The more witnesses we have to this cause, the better.

Your wife is getting quite a settlement from you.

Mr. Klein?

Jason?

Wait.

Mother Goose never had it so good, huh?

You know, I remember you from the club.

Who are you?

Actually, I sell life insurance.

In this case, yours.

What are you talking about?

Tell me about that night over at Carl Pennington's house.

Come on, girls.

This is serious.

Hey, look.

We didn't take anything that didn't belong to us.

Hey, we were in the pool house.

Carl went up to the big house to get us some more dope.

What happened to Vicki Cornell?

We waited for a while, then she went in after him.

They never came back.

We got bored and split.

You never saw Vicki again after that?

It wasn't our problem.

Yeah?

Well, somebody thinks it is.

They're looking for you.

And they're not as nice as I am.

Now, I strongly suggest you girls split town for a while.

Gary went out of business.

He asked me to give you your severance day.

For you?

Hey, we really appreciate this.

And since he already paid $500.

So, you know, I'm curious.

What do you girls do for that kind of money?

Oh, and then never mind, never mind.

I have to get out of here as fast as possible.

Please, we gotta talk.

You gotta get me out of this.

I swear, I'll never do it again.

You promise?

All right.

I was tired and I was frustrated.

But I wasn't so far gone not to notice that the thin piece

of tape I always put between the door and the jam was broken.

All right.

Tell me it's a mistake.

Our houses look alike and you thought I was a burger.

Come on.

Besides, I've got a land lady downstairs of hate-slowed noises.

Why are you trying to kill me?

Because you're trying to hurt Carl.

He can't take care of himself.

I am all he has.

Did Carl kill Vicki Cornell?

No.

He couldn't kill anyone.

And you've got nothing to worry about, because

I'm only looking for the guy who killed Vicki.

I want you to leave Carl alone.

I'm so worried that something horrible is gonna happen to him.

Like Odine?

Listen, I understand.

I know what it is to love someone that hadn't taken away from you.

Carl is all I have.

What about Veronica?

You know my stepmother.

She was my father's toy.

Carl and I have no use for her.

Then why don't you get out of there?

And go where?

Mike, Shrink says I'm trying to replace Daddy.

Frodo you.

Mike, I don't want to go home tonight.

I don't want to go home tonight.

Street Theater here on A&A.

Say it down.

Don't give him any cigarettes.

Why don't you face it?

You're never gonna quit smoking.

Give the gumball machine in my kit.

Sure.

Take up on this.

Go down to the guys club tonight.

They won't be just hit it on drums just for last.

Yeah?

What's coming on?

No, thanks.

I'm working.

Oh, wow.

Not anymore.

You're not old, buddy.

You're straining over a signed, sealed, and delivered.

You go anywhere near the pending family gate.

You live a date with the judge.

You tell the judge I don't kiss up the second date?

Oh.

You're serious, old buddy.

Snyder's pulling all the red strings on this one.

Yeah, not by himself, he is.

And I gotta feel him.

We're talking yo-yo here.

Barrington.

I know it.

He's backing him all the way.

Mike, don't you think it's time?

The dead need to be buried.

But think he rest.

Pat, think he is resting.

I'm the guy that can't rest.

Listen, I am not gonna bury this case.

I know there's something there.

The bottom line in this whole investigation is narcotics.

And you tell me something.

Harry Welch has not been overly enthusiastic.

Have you got any proof against him?

Nothing to stand up in court.

Then I don't want to buy it.

We're not talking about some two-bit street hustlers.

We're talking about a cop.

You got some facts, I'll listen.

No facts, no audience.

Oh, I shouldn't be doing this.

Oh, you're a dog, don't you?

I can lose my job.

Nobody will find out except us in the spiders.

This is crazy.

There always is.

I can never say no to you.

Thanks, goodness.

Files over here.

Okay, every rest, detective Harry Welch ever made.

Right.

Five minutes, Mike, that's all.

Yeah.

Five minutes, Mike.

We never see the having a time anymore.

Oh, we do have time for this.

But that's all.

Come on.

It was all beginning to become clear.

Harry Wells used to work vice, and his early

arrest records included some prostitution buses.

One of them was none other than Veronica Penny.

So Wells should know her all along, and each arrest resulted in no conviction.

This was quite a pair to draw to.

Veronica had made a giant lead prostitution to society marriage,

and then a convenient auto accident in the Catskill has made her a rich widow.

It was about to become even richer.

They can put in new walls and fancy furniture and take out the trapeze,

but they can't erase the memories of the women who

wasted away inside the world's oldest profession.

Veronica didn't want to see me until I mentioned the Lido Hotel.

I knew she'd remember.

Well, how do I look?

In a grave.

Clothes don't make the lady.

Well, I suppose the private detective is high society.

I'm for hire not for sale.

I was pretty good here.

Actually, I was sensational.

I'll bet you were.

So quiet.

I know how you and I can raise the noise level.

About Carl's drug problem.

You don't have a funny thing.

The kid is actually afraid of needles.

He was the one who was injecting him with you, Veronica.

That's why he kept coming back to the house.

You're going to swear the whole thing, aren't you?

Vicki Cornell saw you injecting Carl.

You were setting your steps on up for an accident all over those down the line,

and Vicki happened to stumble into the secret and you had to kill her.

It's the trust money, isn't it?

Of course it's money.

God knows I'm not going to kill for a man.

And then you're not Buddy Welsh.

He's the one who actually eyesed to Vicki, isn't he?

That's not bad, Hammer.

But you didn't check far enough.

Well, just pull Veronica off the street.

You should have checked my file.

I was assistant D.A.

at the time.

I put her back out there.

I'm afraid I was forced to clean up after her initial miscues.

Uh-huh.

Hookers involved at sweatsuits, Ace Nider?

You're full of surprises.

You actually do have a wide range of interests.

Well, both serve their purposes for a while, at least.

I let Veronica do all that dirty work.

Prancing.

Hammer's right there.

Flows don't make the lady.

Hello, Mike.

What a great family.

Must be a laugh riot at Christmas.

Well, that's a secret you're going to take to your grave, Hammer.

You lured the Pennington's here in violation

of your restraining order in kill Veronica.

Fortunately, I arrived in time to kill you before you could harm Connie.

Nobody's going to buy that garbage, Nider.

Well, unfortunately, you're not going to be able to tell your side of the story.

Now, take your gun out.

Uh-uh-uh-uh.

Left two fingers.

Put it on the horn.

No, no.

Let him kick it over.

We were

delined by Kipling.

The Colonel's lady and Judy are great at your sisters under the skin.

Veronica and Connie had proven just that.

She had a beautiful voice, didn't she?

Yeah, she sure did.

I was going to help her.

I know I was.

I wanted to tell you that I'm staying straight now.

I'm at a pretty good rehabilitation program.

Hey, that's great.

I'd like to give you some money.

Why?

I never worked for you.

You saved my life.

They would have killed me.

I'll tell you what, take this money, put an ad in the

trades, and find a good young singer, give her a break.

I think you sure would have liked it that way.

Yeah, I'll do it.

I'll let you know what happens.

Good luck.

Over me.

You don't have to live a lifetime to know that glory comes and goes.

Sometimes we only get a moment.

It's all ours.

Vicki never really made it up in lights.

But for me, she'd always be a star.

How am I?

I'm a one-two-one-three.

Forget the breakfast of champions.

It's the breakfast of billionaires.

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