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Do you learn some good moves in your time?

I've learned from the past.

Not as much as you have.

Drop your pads.

What?

You heard me.

What are you?

Some kind of pervert?

Nobody shares donuts anymore.

I know it's tucked in a bite the whole fairly.

What kind of an idiot you take me for?

First raid.

It was a brisk Tuesday night in New York and everything seemed right for the world.

The Knicks have just nailed the Celtics at the buzzer by one.

So I decided to stretch my luck even further by taking a walk in Central Park.

Very funny.

I've got you guys chasing me.

I'll check it out.

Hey, here.

Where'd you go?

I don't know.

You guys are close.

Go back as pal, you get hurt.

Who would have said of a way, mister?

It's not polite to point.

Drop it.

Why are you guys hasing that girl?

What girl?

Okay.

Drop your pads.

What?

You heard me.

What are you?

Some kind of pervert?

Only on Tuesdays.

Now drop them.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll follow them in.

You're crazy.

You're right.

Move.

Well,

what do we do now?

Die for coins.

I made a note of the gun serial number.

He's going to get this back.

You're going to get this back.

Drop it in the mail pal.

Just a couple of guys now for a midnight swim.

Come on.

I

don't think they're my size.

Who were those guys?

Look, I'm really grateful to you, but I just can't tell you.

Oh, thanks a lot.

I'll tell you one thing.

They weren't muggers.

Their haircuts were too neat.

So, please tell me, what's your name?

You got one to go with that pretty face?

Oh, good.

I don't even get a name.

Well, there's only in New York that happens to me.

I'd say if you're begging, you want to disappear on me.

What am I supposed to do with you, huh?

How about a cup of coffee?

Hey, now you're talking my language.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Everybody shares donuts anymore.

I know, it's tough to divide the whole fairly.

Yeah.

So, uh, what are you going to talk to me?

I don't want to get you in any more trouble coming from me.

Hey, I can handle it.

I know, but this is different.

I read faces real well.

You're the type that tilts at windmills and they got to kill you in order to stop you.

Only the people that I'm involved with would actually do that.

You sound like a Saturday matinee.

You look like one.

Listen, how about that name?

Shelly.

I'm Mike.

You look like Mike.

Thanks.

Keep him.

Thanks.

Nice neighborhood.

You can afford it.

Yeah, well, I couldn't afford it if I missed it.

If I have a roommate, Julie, you'd like it.

She's real pretty.

Yeah, pretty as you.

Hey, we should go drinking sometime.

I'm better after if you drink.

Hey, you're okay now.

I had this favorite spot.

It's called the 40s.

There's a guy there named Jake.

He plays a piano real well.

If you go there and tell Jake that Shelly said to play Stardust.

You're an interesting piece of work.

Well, look at Mike.

I gotta run.

Hey, thanks for everything.

Bye.

Okay.

We always have Central Park.

Who's looking at you, kid?

Julie.

How long

are you roommates?

About three months.

Ever since I started working at Intervision.

It's where we met.

What is this at?

I asked my friend, Pat Chambers, to put a guard on Julie Helens Hospital room.

I just couldn't get Shelly's smiling eyes out of my mind.

Mike, here are the brochures on Intervision.

Mostly pretty innocent.

Eye glasses, microscopes, even glass cookware.

But here's where it gets interesting.

Defense.

Something called integrative optics.

Integrative optics.

Classified national defense information.

What does Shelly still do at Intervision?

You know something I don't even know.

Oh, listen.

Here's the serial number of one of the guns those

guys had in the park that were chasing Shelly.

Have Pat run up through the computer, will you?

Okay.

Any mention of Shelly in the newspapers?

No, I checked.

She didn't even make the obituaries.

Great.

Just great.

Mike, listen, I didn't put a guard on Julie's room.

Who gave the orders?

These knit ties.

Look at this.

Another thing.

We don't have any men on the Shelly steel case.

They told us to find other business.

She was just a kid, Pat.

She was shot right in the back.

I know.

I'm out in the cold in this one, Mike.

I gotta find me a mirror.

I wasn't going to leave there without an answer.

Even if I had to go to Assistant D.A.

Barrington.

I know he's working too hard.

He shouldn't bring a little fellow out in the open barrington.

He might catch cold.

Look, Cameron, I'm having a rough time here.

I'm battling a very painful ingrown toenail.

Kind of reminds me of you.

What the hell do you want?

By the side of the treatment on Shelly Steel.

Who?

Look, Cameron, I take orders just like everybody else except for maybe you,

Prince Valiant.

Barrington, a young girl was murdered.

No one died.

Look, Cameron, this isn't me.

It's not my idea.

If you want to choose somebody's face, look elsewhere.

But Shelly Steel never existed.

Now, this time the weasel really had me wearing.

So I called Belden, told her to get Julie Eelen

out of the hospital and over to my apartment fast.

Shelly Steel was my assistant.

A very talented scientist.

Dr. Marcia Forest, the vice president of Intervision, was surprisingly eager to chat.

This is what we do here.

We design grid tapes.

These tapes contain data on various subjects.

But you work on any classified projects?

Yes.

Like defense?

Yes.

Two days ago, a grid tape containing the layouts for the

entire East Coast Missile Defense locations was stolen.

And you're sure that Shelly wasn't involved in this?

Yes.

I'm sure.

But there's some people in Washington that think otherwise.

I am trapped in the bureaucratic machinery, but...

I'm sure that she was innocent of any wrongdoing.

And though I wish I could, I... I can't help you any further.

Hey.

A lot of help is it is.

You've given me a start.

Thank you.

If it was defense secrets, I was even more worried about Julie.

A whirlwind could break loose at any moment.

You all right?

I wish I knew what was happening.

Yeah, so do I.

You know, why is this ever so much that I go in here and happen?

Well, listen, you've got to keep a chain on that door and don't go anywhere state put.

What's wrong?

Things are getting out of hand fast.

Tell me about it.

Serial numbers on that gun show it to be government issue.

Federal.

Whoops.

Please, Mike, tell me.

Julie, do you know anything about a missing grid tape?

Integrative optics.

Not a thing.

I'm just a lab clerk.

Do you think that's why Shelly?

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

Did she say anything?

Not enough.

Are we in danger here?

Not if you just stay with Belva.

Keep away from that window.

And don't open this door for anyone.

I'll be back.

Zitter, you're on A&A.

No one wanted to have anything to do with Shelly Steel's death.

It had all the smells of a cover.

I don't like coverings.

Don't you get back, pal?

I decided not to drop it in the mail.

I like that.

Personal touch.

I'd have preferred a singing telegram.

I don't like the sky cob.

I'll really hear as in busted an arm and at least a week.

It needs his brutality fix.

Now, how did you meet Shelly Steel?

By accident.

What kind of an idiot you take me for?

First, right?

Let's rough this guy up as a public service.

What a brutal guy.

Okay.

Okay, Hammer.

You want to talk the old-fashioned way?

I can go along with that.

What a pleasure.

Oh, that's nice.

Is that your mother?

Oh!

Shelly was a thief and a traitor.

And you helped her?

Yeah.

That's your version.

I'm a government agent, my boy.

I was about to arrest her.

She's got a nail, you.

I'll do the nailing around here, pal.

That's why they call me Hammer.

Somebody steal this up into Owen Goddard, black marketeer.

Steel's from everybody.

Sounds to everybody.

Hi, cool.

Hi, Ray.

B.L.O.?

Soviets?

Sorry.

It's not over.

Oh, yes, it is.

Yes, it is.

Nice.

How's your choice, little girlfriend, looking now?

Over here, King Kong.

Well...

You know, I still don't buy it.

You don't know this territory.

We're not playing games here.

You'll be hearing from me.

Huh?

Thanks for the workout.

How am I?

How are you?

I'm sorry.

Well, those days, huh?

Listen.

I'll forget it.

Even you couldn't help me out this time.

Yeah, a fat chance.

Look.

Look.

I've got a tent on it.

Well, yeah.

You're on.

Me and that too, huh?

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh-huh-huh.

Intervision makes my eyeglasses.

Integrative optics, bending white signals to ultra high frequency electronic rebound.

Initially proposed by Dr. Eric Van Steinfeld, 1948.

But now with missile defense applications, the hottest

commodity on the Black Walker between the Soviets and the US.

The UN has it, don't spend it all in one place.

Aussie's key words were black markets.

So Oven Goddard, black marketeer extraordinaire was the guy I needed to see.

Hey, buddy!

Buddy, would the carrier wear a hat?

You want to move, Mike?

You always know how to read me, buddy.

You live up to your real name.

Mm-hmm.

That she-ba-bunkin-spag-off-boat-to-sib.

Listen, I'm looking for somebody inside, an Oven Goddard.

Oh, uh, that conation in his lapel.

Pause one every night.

Good money, but bad soul.

Oh, be careful.

Ah, a flower.

For a kiss.

Mm-hmm.

You're the one?

And only.

Mm-hmm.

Oven Goddard?

Who are you?

Mike Emm.

I'm a friend of Shelley's deal.

Yes, yes, I know about you.

Snoop, I'm told.

Now, how would a pimp who works for every spiraling in the world know that?

Look at yourself, Hammer.

Don't you ever get tired of going economy fair?

Just once in your life would you like to order a bottle

of Chateau La Tour in 1959 to save her with your lunch?

Two hundred and fifty dollars a bottle.

That's about sixty dollars a glass.

What is it by the drop?

That was humorously done, Oven.

You must admit.

I'm not laughing.

Talk to me about Shelley's deal.

You're impatient.

Barry.

Let me make your job easier.

I hired Shelley to get a tape from Intervision.

Everyone knows I deliver.

The point is, Shelley's deal failed.

I don't have the tape.

I wouldn't be here if I did.

I wouldn't suggest any fancy aerobics fellows or

your nose could wind up at the end of this fork.

You were with her in the park.

I know, because I was there.

Maybe you have the tape.

If so, I'll find out.

Either way, you have a lot to learn about my business.

Let me teach you something about mine.

In my spare time, I practice anatomy.

And if you're lying to me about Shelley's deal, I'll cut your tongue out.

Ladies, enjoy the wine.

You have insurance?

Owen Goddard was one of those guys who played all sides against the middle.

He had no patriotism, no courage, no loyalty.

And he had some bad qualities, too.

May I take you for a ride?

Nicely put.

I've had practice.

I'm Linda Sloan.

But you make a lot of new friends this way.

I give parties, balls, dinners, luncheons, still more parties.

On the seventh day, I rest.

What's the day?

Very nice.

White satin sheets, huh?

I bet you're one of those ladies who believes in taking care of luxury's first

and their essentials will just take care of themselves.

Very good.

Tell me something.

Do you work for Owen Goddard?

No.

You get right to the point.

Do you do everything this quickly?

Do you know Shelley's deal?

Quite well, in fact.

She traveled back and forth to Washington.

Poor girl.

But Mr. Hammer, must we talk of such terrible things?

I'll start to think your interest in me is not sincere at all.

We don't do that.

You learn some good moves in your time.

I learned from the past.

Not as bad as you have.

How well do you know Goddard?

He travels, I travel.

He goes to parties with rich political types and so do I.

He does stuff that's illegal, but when you start hanging out in the fast lane,

who can afford to be judgmental?

No.

What do you do for living?

I mean, are you... are you in the same business as Owen Goddard?

These white satin sheets, do you just put them on the bed when you need to get

information from guys who are going to keep you in the fast lane?

You really know how to ruin the romance.

Is that what you call this?

Romance?

I learned a lot from Linda Sloan.

Unfortunately, none of it had to do with the case.

I still didn't know what her game was, but she was good at it.

Real good.

Aaah!

Ike!

Don't help me!

Keep doing!

Are you okay?

Why are they doing this to me?

What's that now?

Come on, I'll get a move on.

No.

Come on.

No, you come on.

You can't be morning already.

Well, guess again.

You want coffee?

Yes.

Come on.

You know that car last night?

Stolen.

No, Prince.

Okay.

Morning.

I'll just leave.

I wish you wouldn't have taken the couch.

Well, it's better than the chair.

As good as the pen?

We'll have to discuss furniture another time.

Hello.

It's Cobb.

Hello.

Yeah.

Where?

Lucky's Bar?

No, no, no.

It's too far away.

Listen, what about the light and easy?

It's a nice neighborhood joint.

You know what?

Okay, when?

20 minutes?

I'll be there.

What if Cobb went?

Says he's got some information on Shelley Steel.

You know what that means, ladies?

Same routine.

Doors?

Mm-hmm.

No by the windows?

All right, for you, Mike.

Yeah, it's one of those days.

Hey!

It ain't the tune I played.

What the hell's the matter with this machine?

That's an expensive machine, bud.

Yeah, the lady's right, pal.

Look, I'm sorry.

I got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

I don't know what's the matter with you.

Okay.

Okay, no harm done.

No problem, huh?

All right.

Have you seen my camera?

Yeah, he's in the back.

You okay?

This is a quiet place you told me about?

You don't have very good manners, pal.

You gonna teach me some, pal?

Lesson number one.

Have some respect for other people's property.

Lesson number two.

Don't eat with your face.

Lesson number three.

Don't want to leave gracefully.

Well, maybe you'll learn something as time is.

You've been getting a lot of exercise this week.

Let me tell you, it's fine.

It's dirty.

I get back to regular whores, junkies, pimps,

and murderers as soon as I could if I was you.

Listen, I still want to talk to you about Shelley's deal.

Let me get my coat.

We'll take a walk.

I don't know, I've been putting things together

about her in the air differently than I figured.

Well, guys, like you may not think so, but I'm

capable of noticing when I make a mistake, too.

Well, I guess I had you figured wrong, cop.

I guess we had each other figured wrong, hammer.

What about Shelley's deal?

She's innocent.

She wasn't working for God.

Not exactly.

Is it right?

It

was the second time in a week that the red light

of an ambulance went strobing across my islands.

Cob and Shelley still were dead.

And I felt like I was walking barefoot on a spike trip.

Where are you in?

They'll call this trouble at your place.

Is she okay?

Yeah, but they took Julie.

Jump in.

You all right, sweetheart?

Yeah, all right.

Julie and I were just sitting here and we were

talking, and all of a sudden the door just blew apart.

Must have used a small explosive to blow the door, Mike.

Seems like things are always getting born up around you, Hammer.

Maybe you should hang around me more often, Hennessy.

Barrington wants to see you downstairs, right away.

Sit there.

Can I get you something, darling?

No.

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Get in, Hammer.

Get in, Hammer.

What's up, Barrington?

I know you didn't call me down here to watch a play with your radio.

Okay, let's get one thing straight up front, just so there aren't any illusions.

I don't like you.

However, for the first time I find myself wishing I could be of some kind of help.

Really?

You want to help?

Okay, then tell me this.

A government agent was murdered earlier today because I think he had some

information that might have cleared Shelley's deal.

Now, who did this guy come report to?

Because whoever it was, I think he contacted him before he died.

I can't tell you that that's classified information.

Look, Hammer, you think you've got problems?

I've been trying to nail on and got it for six months.

The feds waltz in and close my case down.

That doesn't make me a happy man.

There's some Barrington.

Two people have been murdered.

That doesn't even seem to phase you.

Look, Hammer, forget what I said a moment ago.

I no longer have any interest in helping you.

You know, you've pushed me too far and I find that very annoying.

By the way, how's your toe?

It's killing me, thank you.

Good.

Oh, great.

It's going to be the best man in a sister's wedding.

Listen, what do you know about this guy, Cobb?

It's a real nice bar you might like.

Lucky's Bar.

Nice bar.

Lucky's Bar.

That's where he wanted me to meet him.

Matter of fact, you get a phone me from there.

Are you telling me that's where he operated from?

It's a real nice bar.

Because if he did operate out of there, he would

have had to use some kind of special phone.

Federal safe phone is the kind you can't tell.

Right, which means that the phone company would

have had exact lists of incoming and outgoing calls.

It's too bad we don't know someone that works for the phone company, you know?

Tina.

No way.

Forget it.

I could lose my job.

Tina, this is really important to me.

It's always important.

I know, but this is a matter of life and death.

Oh, in that case, absolutely no.

It's always life or death with you, Mike.

Tina, look, I've changed really.

I've quit smoking.

Almost.

Hey, it's a new me.

Well, I hope the new you kiss is as good as the old you did.

Hello, Linda.

With all your other skills, now there's breaking and entering.

You're a wonder, Mike.

I do my best.

I've just had a hard day of shopping, so unless you're in an ultra-gentle and

relaxed mood, I suggest you come back another time.

Federal agent named Cobb was murdered yesterday, but you already know that.

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

He phoned you four times from Lucky's Bar the day that he died.

So, it turns out that our privilege of socialite

is actually the leader of a federal spy ring.

You were Cobb's boss.

I want some answers about Shelley Steel.

Was she set up?

Was she a traitor?

Did you order her killed or what?

You won't rest until you know it all, will you?

You got it.

All right, then, fine.

I'll show you.

My office.

There's no reason to kill Shelley.

Shelley worked for me.

So did Cobb.

So why was he after Shelley?

I arranged that.

Ranged it?

Oh, and Goddard is the best secret thief in the world.

I had the convincing that Shelley was really

a legitimate inside-planted intervention.

So I put Cobb on Shelley's tail.

He actually thought she was guilty.

I used Cobb to make Shelley look good, to got it.

Cobb found that out.

Looks that way, doesn't it?

Who killed him?

I don't know.

You don't know.

Then the people who worked for you die, doesn't that mean anything to you?

Well, now this.

I don't give a damn whether your federal operation succeeds or fails.

I'm gonna find out who killed Shelley and Cobb and who kidnapped Julie.

If you value your health, you'll take my advice.

Move out of the fast lane before you get run over.

History Theater here on A&A.

Julie's kidnappers finally called and felled to talk to them.

They said either I handed over the tape or Julie was dead.

If I could just find that tape, I knew I'd be

able to smoke out whoever killed Shelley and Cobb.

I'd have to do it before the same thing happened to Julie.

But then I recognized the next number of people.

On the phone list is the coroner's office.

Tingling in the tit of my stomach told me I was on to something.

Yeah, I don't know.

You say you want me to try to remember some guy?

Well, he's about six feet tall, shallow.

Yeah.

Cobb.

He wanted to see a murder victim.

He worked on about 36 hours old.

Shelley Steel.

I don't remember name.

I don't have number.

I don't have number.

I know the case.

I need to see exactly what Cobb saw.

Can you show me the body?

You're probably wondering what a guy like me is doing.

Fuck around with a stick.

Yeah.

You hear it.

I'm on the edge of my slab.

I'm getting good bucks.

I'm running a lot.

I'm going to be a forensic consultant.

It's a big private investigation.

Chicks, trabbles, cars, gig, gig.

What do you do?

Private investigation.

Oh.

Anyway, I'm going to go around with Steve saying he's not going to be a whoopee.

Show me the body, will you?

Oh, right.

Can you hear me?

What did Cobb find?

It's really trivial.

Imagine I shined an ultra-mile of light on.

What did you think?

Right?

Yeah.

There was this dump stamp on the rock.

I'm getting clubs.

You don't have to pay a second time?

Can you leave and go back here?

Can I see it?

All right.

Now it was beginning to come together.

Cobb had discovered that the tape was stashed somewhere at the 40s club.

But he didn't have the code that was needed to put his hands on me.

I did.

And I'd had it all along.

Shelley had told me to see Jake and asked him to play Stardust.

I could see why Shelley liked this place.

The guy on the ivories, Jake, was one of those cats whose religion was jazz.

Oh, mister.

I do a jig and a nice touch.

Thank you.

What can I do for you?

I'm a friend of Shelley's deals.

Shelley had a message for you.

She said, have Jake play Stardust for me.

Are you a good friend of Shelley's?

I like that, kid.

Yeah, I do, too.

He's been off without a strange people, losing around here later.

Oh, man.

What is that thing?

I'm not sure.

The thing I do know is that people have been dining at their hands on me.

Kind of glad you showed up.

Thank you.

All right, see you later.

So it wasn't a tape after all.

It was a computer disc.

To me, it looked like an old 45 record.

But it held the secret that Shelley died for.

I was hoping it would keep Julie from winding up the same way.

Hello?

Hello?

You've got the tape.

I've got the girl.

I propose a trade.

So those guys who shoot people in the back do work for you.

Let's say we cooperate now.

You've got 20 minutes to get to the 59th Street Metal Works.

But Julie goes out of your life, of course.

How do I know she isn't dead already?

Please, Mike, you've got to help me just...

Satisfied.

I'll be satisfied when I get to you, Goddard.

I'll be back here on this, Mike.

It's unofficial.

Right.

Okay, we've got 20 minutes.

I'll go in a quarter to four.

You're going at five.

Gotcha.

Hey,

Scott, a little too swift for it.

Drop it.

Hello, Julie.

I figured that you and Goddard were in the same business.

You sure are murder on the competition, though?

He served his purpose.

I can sell that tape for as much as he can.

You know, he maintained this whole operation.

That's for his snuffling deal.

Bad business.

Yeah.

Too much overhead.

You had Shelley killed, and then you had one of your cronies

shoot out your windows to throw suspicion away from you.

Very clever.

Shelley was getting too close.

I figured she was on to me.

Then I got a call from Goddard saying the feds were closing in.

I thought you were fed that night.

Shelley was a little smarter than you thought, though.

She transferred the grid tapes to disk, and then she stashed you to the 40s club.

Luckily, you volunteered to do all the bloodhound work for me, Mike.

I appreciate it.

The Cobb.

Cobb was following in your tracks.

He found out about you.

And then he began to suspect that Shelley wasn't a traitor after all.

So you had to kill him and arrange for your own kid after his well.

Very nice.

You've got it all.

You're a very good actress, Shelley.

I think you should enjoy the prison theater groups.

Give me the disc.

Not in this lifetime.

Search him.

Thank you.

And thank you.

I'm going to say this one time.

Drop the guns now.

Now.

And now you drop it.

Now.

Night.

Mrs. Calabash.

Tie you up like this.

It's time for the showers, babe.

Come in.

You're right, Robell, Captain.

I certainly did.

So everything worked out.

Better than I expected, actually.

I'm being called to Washington.

Promotion?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Turns out, Julie was the biggest intelligence catch in the last five years.

Is that right?

I should.

Thank you.

Real bad when that woman is lucky she doesn't kill you.

She terminated three of our operatives two months ago in Switzerland.

What about this?

It was as phony as the gridtaper was taken from.

The idea was to have Goddard saw some false information to the Russians.

But we can do that any old time.

No, catching up with Julie.

That was the big thing.

Cold hard, lady Linda.

It's a cold hard game, Mike.

But if you ever decide you want to play by my rules and follow my orders,

look me out.

I wouldn't mind.

I'll make it now.

It wasn't possible to really like Linda.

But respect is something else.

I figured with people like her working on

our side, the bad guys don't stand a chance.

You know I like New York when it rains.

It washes away a lot of unpleasant memories.

The bad guys don't stand a chance.