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I left a note

On his dresser

And my old wedding ring

With these few

Good-bye words

How

can I sing

good

Old sleepy head

I'm packin' you in

Like I said

Take care of everything

I'm leaving
my wedding ring

Don't look for me

I'll get ahead

Remember, darling

Don't smoke in bed

GITTES: 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.

Don't look for me

I'll get ahead

Remember, darling

Don't smoke

In bed

BERMAN: Oh, no.

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...

GITTES:
Bird of Paradise Motel.

Of the Bird of Paradise Motel
in Redondo Beach

at 2:00 in the afternoon
on October 27,
1948, with this man.

Mr. Berman, 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...

All right?

Oh, no. Oh,
no.

It's an earthquake.

Relax.

Mr. Gittes?
Did you feel that?

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?

A temblor.

Look, 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?

He's a Jake, and I'm a
Jake.

Yeah. How about that?
Two Jakes.

Now, listen, Jake.
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.

Please, Mr. Berman... 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 2:00 in the afternoon
with this man.

(MAN MOANING
ON TAPE RECORDER)

BERMAN: Oh, no, Kitty.
How could you?

MARK: What's going on here?

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

And now I find you here.

Look, Jake,
what's this going to prove?

It's 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

Not with him!
Not with him!

Not with him!
Look, Jake.

We were going to
tell you soon.

Get her out of here!

Damn!

What the fuck's happening?

Damn! Just calm down,
ma'am.
Just calm down.

Where did that gun come
from?

Somebody call an
ambulance!

Come on.

Get pictures
of everything, Larry.

GITTES: 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.

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.

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.

Then 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?

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 20th year, Lou,

I'll get you a pillow
for your chair,

something you can
sit on besides Loach.

Jake, there's a call for you.

This is homicide.
It ain't your office.

Let it ring.

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

Jesus, don't go,
don't go.

You're just the man
I want to see.

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

Is that true?

Yes, Mr. Weinberger.

Answer the phone, please.

Get the phone.

Homicide.

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.

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 2-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: 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.

Lucy, what the hell's
going on?

I don't know, Mr. Gittes.

Please, get away...

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

Ralph, what are you
doing
to that woman?

Let go of her this
instant.

Oh, my God! Jake!

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.

Everything will be
fine.

Just rest for a moment.

See? All right.

(WOMAN
SOBBING)

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 up.

It'd be a lot more
appropriate.

She wants to talk to you.

LILLIAN: 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 going to
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 going to call
the newspapers.

Mrs. Bodine, it would be
highly irresponsible of me

to allow you to do
that.

Give me one good reason.

I'll give you
two.

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

All
right.

Ralph, don't just stand there.

Call the lady a cab.

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.

WALSH:
Bird of Paradise Motel,

October 27, 1948,
1300 hours.

I'm based in
bedroom one-niner.

Okay, Ralph,
you on the bed?

Mayday, mayday.
Bail out of there.

TILTON: What's wrong?

Some linen supply guys,

they're making a delivery
right outside your door.

They're making a delivery.

Yeah?

Hi, kid.
You got the wire recording?

Right here.
You wanna hear it?

Yeah.

BERMAN: Oh, no, Kitty,
how could you?

MARK: What's going on here?

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

COTTON:
Jake, for Christ's sake!
Jake, are you there?

Are you okay, Jake?

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...

Cotton.
What?

Thank you.

And fuck you.

Thank you, Jake.
It's always a pleasure
doing business with you.

KITTY: Honey.

MARK: 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.

Oh, not her. Not again.

Kitty, I'm telling you,
Katherine Mulwray
can give Jake

a real bad time, you know?

What other...

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.

Just hold me.

Hold me.

Look, just help
talk Jake into...

Kitty, there's another woman
who can give Akey a bad time.

And you know who.

Honey, I think you do know.

We're talking about
Katherine Mulwray.

Oh, not her. Not again.

Kitty, I'm telling you,
Katherine Mulwray
can give Jake

a real bad time, you know?

What other...

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.

Hello?

I've spent half the night
at Perino's waiting for you.

Oh, my God.
Linda.

LINDA:
What have you been doing?

Nothing.

Just an emergency.

A nothing

That I'd like to
hear about
sometime.

Maybe you'll tell me
in another life.

KITTY ON RECORDER:
What are you talking about?

BERMAN: Oh, no, Kitty.
How could you?

MARK: 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
going to 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.

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.

What the fuck's happening?

Hello?

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

WOMAN: You and
that little son of a bitch.

Who is this?

You're going to pay for this,
you Irish dick!

Where is she?
Upstairs in bed.

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

Ralph? Jesus Christ.

All right, Mrs.
Bodine.

What did you
take?

It's enough to
make you want to skeeve.

All right. Let me have this.

Come here.

We'll do this sunny-side up.

You bastard!

Call the doctor.

You sleazy lowlife.

Hers, if you can
find the number.

I'm going to
rip your face off,
you son of a bitch!

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

I'm going to make sure
you don't even
get your hair wet.

That's right.

Chuck Newty, Mr. Gittes.
Mr. and
Mrs. Bodine's attorney.

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.

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 5 or $6 million profit...

Chuck!

And used you,
however unwittingly,
as an accomplice.

Chuck, did you hear me?

Excuse me a
moment.

Who's that?

Mattie Rawley.

She's from Pasadena.

So is General
Patton.

CHUCK: All right.
Fine, fine.

(ZIPPO
STALLING)

Here.

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.

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
ON RADIO)

ANNOUNCER ON RADIO:
...7th delivered here.

See the Pontiac Auto Show
at your dealer now.

Pontiac Fine Car.

GITTES: 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 going to 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.

BERMAN: What do you call
four drowning Mexicans?

Cuatro sinko.

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.

MAN: Okay, no problem.

Jake?

Jake?

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

MAN: Yeah. Thank you.
WOMAN: We sure are.

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.

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.

Please 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 5 or $6 million,

to which you and your wife
are now legally entitled.

Yeah, Ty,
what's the problem?

Tyrone Otley, J.J. 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.

You all right?
Yeah.

How am I gonna build homes
with the gas company drilling

farkakte 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.

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.

MAN: You might think you know
what you're dealing with...

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?

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?

Kitty Berman.
Oh.

Sorry, Mrs. Berman.
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.

GITTES: Oatley?

Tyrone.
Otley.

Gosh dang it. Otley.

GLADYS:
Gittes Investigations.

It's Lieutenant
Loach.
It sounds serious.

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

Detective
Loach,
Mr. Gittes
is in conference...

I thought
you were tailing Berman.

Ralph is.

I thought you were gonna
see a doctor.

First thing in the morning.

You just had your bell
rung pretty good, Jake.

Yeah.

GLADYS: 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.

EVELYN: "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.

"P.S. Katherine said
that you seemed

"a very nice man,
and Curly concurred.

"Ha ha."

KHAN: I see
you survived the war.

GITTES: Oh,
yes.

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.

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.

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,
that's all.

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'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.

You keep it.

(SPEAKING
MANDARIN)

(THE WHISTLER THEME
PLAYING ON RADIO)

MAN: 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...

I know the nameless terrors
of which they...

GITTES: 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 into
people's offices, Mickey.

Not with your reputation.

And 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.

I was wrong.

It's not here.

Liberty.

That was a nice show.
Take a bow.

Where is it?
Where is it, Jake?

At my lawyer's.

Your
lawyer's?

I want the Berman
wire recording by tomorrow.

Be a mensch.

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

Oh, I'm shedding
all over the place.

I'm sorry.

Lie back.

Mickey do this to you?

Yeah.
I thought so.

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

Mrs. Bodine...

How do you know
the biggest hood in LA?

I've seen him around town.

Santa Anita,
private screenings,

the Bolanos fight
at the Legion.

Jake introduced us.

Berman?
Mmm-hmm.

He and Mickey grew up
together
in Boyle Heights.

They're best friends.

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?

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.

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 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?

Mainly, yeah.

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

I'm up to
it.

All right?

WALSH: Adam Boy Charlie,

Adam Boy Charlie.

Lawrence Walsh.

WALSH: 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...

KITTY: Honey.

MARK: Oh, Kitty,
there's another woman

who can give Akey a bad time.
And you know who.

Does that mean
something to you, "Akey"?

Mark called
Berman
"Jakey" sometimes.

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, not her. Not again.

Kitty,
I'm telling you, kid.

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.

Just hold me.

Hold me.

See what I mean?

About what?

...Mulwray woman.
Did you ever hear
of whipstocking?

Whips and
stockings?
God damn it!

That son of
a bitch
was really...

Lillian, just calm down.

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 want to hear anymore!

All
right.

GITTES: Where'd that
gun come from?

All right. All right.
It's over. It's over.

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! Damn you, you bastard.

All right!

All right! That's enough.

That's enough! Enough.

Oh, don't make me do it.

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

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

You're gonna make me.

You're gonna make me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I am, I am, I am.

All right.

Take the rest of
that goddamned thing off.

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.

You've met Mrs. Bodine.

Lawrence Walsh,
my oldest associate.

Mrs. Bodine and I

have been having
a rather lengthy
consultation, and...

I see.

Yes, and 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.

Well, you got
to admit
it was pretty generous
of Katherine

to just give her land away.

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?

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.

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

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.

GITTES: 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 9 times out of 10
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?

Mile High dairy store

Mile High ice-cream cones

Mile High cones
double-dipped

TY: In 1792, a certain
Jose Longuinez Martinez,

while traveling through
the Pueblo de Los Angeles,

about 3 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, of course.
After the explosion,

I was very concerned
about you, Mr. Gittes.

That's very thoughtful
of you, Tyrone.

Now...

Who got to you?

Who got to me?

Was it Berman?

Got to me about
what?

Or was it somebody
from Rawley Petroleum?

GITTES: 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?

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

Old rubber gloves?
You bet.

Hey, hey, hey.
There he goes.

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

Mrs. Teal,
how nice to see you.

What are you doing here?

Don't tell me
I'm being watched.

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.

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?

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 that he's a
murderer
and if she's right,

I want to 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 going to
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.

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.

Delores, 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 want to 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 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...

Just excuse
us a little bit,
will you?
Yes, sir.

Thank you.

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.

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's a-goin' 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?

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.

The name of
the game
is oil, John.

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 somethin' you do

to coax the drillin' bit
in the right direction.

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

you wouldn't want
your big fella

to miss what
he was aimin' 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: 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, pardner.

Do you want to meet or not?

Anywhere you say.

Green Parrot Bar and Grill
on Cahuenga,

just south of Franklin
anytime after 10:00.

Are you all right,
honey?

Honey

Good evening.
May I help you?

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

Fine.

Can I help you, sir?

Yeah. Johnny
Walker Black,
straight up.

Soda back?

Yeah,
thanks.

Thank you. Thank you.

They say

Into 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.

It's how you put a camera
in a compass on the ground

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...

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?

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.

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?

Answer that, you
putz.

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

What are you talking
about?

Smile at the birdies, lady.

WOMAN: Smile.

Now gather your
hats
and your purses.

The vans are in the back.

Nice and orderly.
That's it.

OFFICER:
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...

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?

You know, incest.

Like when a father
bangs his daughter,

like with dogs and
squid.

I'm talking about
him extorting money
from the 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.

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.

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 going to wish
Loach was back on the case.

Book Mr. Gittes.
Then I'll make bail.

Get him out of
here.

Get him out of here!

Get him out of here!

OFFICER: Hey, who the fuck
is this asshole?

Just get over there
and sit down. Sit down.

WALSH: Some linen supply guys,
they're making a delivery.

GITTES:
You Mexican piece of ass!

They're making a delivery.

Yeah, Gladys?

It's Mr. Weinberger.

He says it's urgent.

Okay, I'll take it.

Hello, Cotton.

I'm here with
Flynn.

GITTES: Give him my best.

Jake says
hello.

Hello, Jake.

Well, Escobar
got his court order.

When?
Just now.

And 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: Kitty Berman had said
she wouldn't believe

her husband
did anything wrong
until I delivered proof.

Well, she was going to 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 2-inch barrel,
like this.

The chair was delivered
to your room at
the Bird of Paradise Motel

forty minutes
before you arrived
by Bay City Linen

right out of the back
of one of Mickey's trucks.

Well, Mrs. Berman?

Mrs. Berman?

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 want to
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.

Hell of a shot.

BERMAN: Good bounce.

Nice putt.

Okay.

What's it going to 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.

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

Liberty. Liberty.

LIBERTY: You all right?

Yeah.

Relax.
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.

Got dimes?

Just take it easy.
You'll be all right.

It's gonna be
all right, Jake.

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

Some blonde.

ANNOUNCER ON TV: Okay!
New Ajax cleans
all bathroom surfaces

of mildew and stains faster.

GITTES: 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.

Sorry. It has to look
like nobody's home.

The D.A.'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 is your husband's health?

Fine,
obviously.

Anything
else?

What did Mark Bodine ask you
about Katherine Mulwray?

Well, apparently,
she retains
the mineral rights

to the subdivision
land.

Mark thought
they might be valuable.

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

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?

Jake cared about land.
He wouldn't kill anybody

over mineral
rights.
Believe me.

Oh, my God. Linda.

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 want to see you

or hear from you again.

I'm sorry.

Not your fault.

That was your
fiancee?

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 wildflowers,
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.

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

Sort of like
dyeing 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.

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.

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.

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.

WALSH: Adam Boy Charlie.
Adam Boy Charlie.

Lawrence Walsh at the
Bird of Paradise Motel,

October 27, 1948. 1300 hours.

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

KITTY: Honey.

BERMAN: Oh, no, Kitty.
How could you...

MARK: What's going on here?

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

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

It's procedure.

It's not the
same.

BERMAN:
It's just where they said
I'd find you... 19-H...

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

Just take it...

Don't fuck with me, Jake.

How could you
With him?

It's not the same.

Not with him!
Not with him!

Oh, no, you're not.
I'm going...
They have changed it.

Get her out of here!

KITTY: Oh, my God!

TILTON: Just calm down, ma'am.
Just calm down.

GITTES: Where did
that gun come from?

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.

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:
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.

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 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
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.

GITTES: 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.

You want to see it
again?

What's new?

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

MICKEY: Sure.

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

giving G.I.'s and
couples
their first home.

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

G.I. or not,
with lath and plaster
and hardwood floors.

Is that right?

They're built to
last.

For a while,
anyway.

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.

Months of
aggravation,
with my skin breaking out
and itching,

and trying
to keep it
from Kitty.

And I'm still
riddled
with this drek.

So the only thing that Bodine
was blackmailing you about was

Katherine Mulwray?

How did he find out
who your wife was?

Oh, 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.

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 lost interest in her.

Jake...

We wanted to have a baby.

She was devastated, Jake.

You know 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.

Come on, Jake!

Jake! Come on,
Jake!

Jake!

Are you all right, Jake?

Yeah.

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

Wait a second.
Better check...

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.

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.

That'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.

BERMAN ON TAPE RECORDER:
Dear Kitty,

I can't face you with this.

I guess from the day we met,
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.

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 want to 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
CLOSING)

Katherine!

It never goes
away.

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