All language subtitles for The Two Jakes

I suppose it's fair to say

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.

Oh, no.

No, Kitty. How could you?

You said you were going to the
beauty parlour in Hollywood,

and now I find you here where
they said I'd find you,

in room 19-H of the...

Bird of Paradise Motel.

Of the Bird of Paradise
Motel in Redondo Beach,

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

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

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

My lawyer said to
be very specific...

We'll establish the date. Just...

It's an earthquake.

- Relax.
- Mr Gittes? Did you feel that?

Yes, Gladys, we felt it.
Everybody all right?

- Right.
- Are we ok?

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

A trembler?

A temblor. I know how
edgy you must be, Julius.

- My friends call me Jake.
- 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 one o'clock.

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.

The Wilshire Country Club.
I'm lucky they let me join.

I know what you mean.

Please, Mr Berm...
Jake... Go ahead.

No, Kitty, how could
you? You said you

were going to the beauty parlour,

and now I find you here, where
they said I'd find you,

in room 19-H of the Bird of
Paradise Motel in Redondo Beach,

at two in the afternoon
with this man.

- Kitty, how could you?
- What's going on?

You said were going to
the beauty parlour...

What will this prove?

Room 19-H of the Bird of Paradise
Motel in Redondo Beach, with him.

How could you, Kitty?
How could you?

With him? Not with him. Not
with him. Not with him.

Get her out of here.

Damn.

What the fuck... hey.
What the fuck...?

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

Where'd that gun come from?

Somebody call an ambulance.

Come on. Get pictures
of everything, Larry.

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,

but Lou lost a leg with the
first Marines at Guadalcanal.

He knows about
regrets and how life

doesn't give you a fair shake.

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

How's that, Lou?

Your client shot a guy
right out of the saddle.

I never had anything
like that happen before,

not with me 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 two shots
through the door.

Maybe they 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.

I got an appointment at eight
o'clock at Perino's with Linda.

I'll give you an escort. Where
did Berman get hold of the gun?

- In the bedroom.
- In the bedroom.

How do you know he
didn't have the gun?

I'd never frisk him before I
let him walk in on his wife...

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

Just asking you, Jake.

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.

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 if I
should've made Captain.

For your 20th year, 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. You're
just the man I want to see.

I can't. I got asked to leave.

- Is that true?
- Yes, Mr Weinberger.

- Answer the phone, please.
- Get the phone.

Homicide. Lieutenant
Loach, it's...

for him. 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... two-inch
Smith & Wesson revolver...

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

on behalf of B & B Homes.

No wire recording on
the police report?

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

You're not thinking, Jake. B
& B Homes. Bodine & Berman.

It's another 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?

Cotton was right. We should
have turned up B & B Homes.

Maybe Berman's partner would
still be chasing his wife...

instead of cooling his
dick at the County Morgue.

So my client didn't level
with me. Not exactly 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.

If I waited for an honest client,
I'd be sitting around...

until Rocky Graziano played

Rachmaninoff at the
Hollywood Bowl.

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

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

What are you doing to that
woman? Let go this instant.

- Ralph.
- Oh, my God. Don't you touch me.

My goodness. I'm terribly,
terribly sorry.

I know how difficult this must be.

Yeah.

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

Everything will be fine.
Just rest for a moment.

See? All right.

Scotch.

All right. Who the fuck is that?

- Mark Bodine's widow.
- Who?

The wife of the guy
Jake Berman shot.

Yeah.

- She knows you were there.
- So what? So was Mrs Berman.

Why isn't she breaking her house
up? It'd be more appropriate.

She wants to talk to you.

You're a war hero. You may
be slick as a floorwalker,

but you and that
little kike killed

my husband, you son of a bitch.

Get my lawyer on the phone.

They're not gonna
get away with this.

If you were there, you would've
known that when Mr Berman...

saw Mrs Berman in bed with your
husband, he lost his head.

That prick never lost his head or
his first nickel. 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 to call the newspapers.

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.

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.
- Yeah, sure.

Look. When you get her back there,

take her in through the
window or the side door.

Stay till she sobers
up. Papers'll be

jumping all over the
lawn like flies.

- Like the song says, till then.
- Yeah, sure.

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

- Thank you, Gladys. Good night.
- Good night.

Bird of Paradise Motel,
October 27, 1948, 1300 hours.

I'm based in bedroom one...
ok, Ralph... on the bed?

- Mayday. Bail out.
- What's wrong?

Some linen supply
guys are making a

delivery right outside your door.

They're making a delivery...

- Yeah?
- Hi, kid. Got the wire recording?

- Right here. You want to hear it?
- Yeah.

Kitty, how could you?

You said you were going to the
beauty parlour in Hollywood...

Jake, for Christ's sake, are
you there? Are you ok, Jake?

Yeah, I'm fine.

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.

Stay till the power's on and put
the recording back in the safe.

I just want to go over
it before the police do.

- Is that it?
- We've done business many years.

And we'll keep doing business...

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

- Cotton.
- What?

Thank you. Fuck you.

Thank you, Jake. Always a
pleasure doing business.

Honey.

Kitty, there's a... woman...

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

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

Mark, not again.

Kitty, Katherine Mulwray can
give Jake a real bad time.

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

and if I can get
to her I can prove

Jake has taken
advantage of the land.

- We could all strike it rich.
- Just hold me. Hold me.

Just help talk Jake into...

Kitty, there's a... woman...

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

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

Mark, not again.

Kitty, Katherine Mulwray can
give Jake a real bad time.

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

and if I can get
to her I can prove

Jake has taken
advantage of the land.

We could all strike it rich.

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

- My God. Linda.
- What have you been doing?

- Nothing. Just an emergency.
- A nothing emergency?

That I'd like to
hear about sometime.

Maybe you'll tell
me in another life.

- What are you talking about?
- No, Kitty. How could you?

You said you were going to the
beauty parlour in Hollywood...

What'll this prove?

In room 19-H of the Bird of
Paradise Motel in Redondo Beach.

Hello, darling. I'll
be right there.

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

Would I be answering my own
phone if I were? You jackass.

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

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.

- She's fine. Ralph's with her.
- Ralph? Jesus Christ.

All right, Mrs Bodine.
What did you take?

It's enough to make
you wanna 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?

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 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 did business

with a San Fernando subdivision,

but it was not an association
either man trusted.

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
$6 million profit,

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.

All right. Fine.

- Here. Keep them.
- Thanks.

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 going to 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.

Jesus.

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.

That doesn't mean anything. It
could have been just gossip.

Coulda.

See the Pontiac auto
show at your dealer now.

Pontiac. Fine car.

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

since the first Spanish
missionaries...

showed the Indians the
benefits of religion, horses,

and a few years of forced labour.

The Indians had it right all
along. They respected ghosts.

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

Hearing Katherine Mulwray's name
started me thinking about...

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

Memories are like that, as
unpredictable as nitro,

and you never know what's
gonna set one off.

The clues that keep you on 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.

In the tune you
can't stop humming,

that you never heard in your life.

They're at the wrong number you
dial in the middle of the night.

The signs are in 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 have been
wise to Berman's

hand-wringing act
from the beginning.

It was as plain as the
shoes on his feet.

What do you call four drowning
Mexicans? Quattro 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 is Eucalyptus
Place. And there is 17.

- With you in a moment.
- Ok, no problem.

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

- We sure are.
- Thank you.

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

I can build it and
I can sell it, 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? Don't you mean divorce?

Yeah. That, too.

Your wife is a possible
accessory in this.

- To what?
- Come on.

You pick the one
time you can murder

a man and make him pay for it?

One way or the other, she helped.

Stay away from my wife, or else.

I recognise that as a valid
threat coming from you,

but the police will
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.

Ty, what's the problem?
Tyrone Otley, JJ Gittes.

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

It's the same problem. These
earthquakes are shaking up...

our water wells like soda
pop. Only it's not soda pop.

Millions of gallons of water
and gas under these homes.

It's getting hazardous.

- What do you mean, hazardous?
- Could explode.

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 going to...

build homes with the gas company
drilling holes in the ground?

Where were we?

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
Nelly horseshit

you gave me in my office?

I'm telling you, I was
genuinely nervous.

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

You didn't know it
was your partner?

How should I know? You didn't.

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

That's your business. I'm not
complaining. 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?

That's Cotton's job.

You think you'll 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 share of
the subdivision...

so I don't worry about the police,
and you won't worry about me.

Otherwise, I'll 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.

You might think you know...

How long have you been here?

Jake, you'd 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.

- You should lie down and...
- Who are you?

Kitty Berman.

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

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.

Jake, please.

I think there's
something you should

do before you ask
any more questions.

What's that?

Get your head examined. You
may not be thinking clearly.

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.

Mr Weinberger,
Lieutenant Loach again,

Mr Novak, Mr Weinberger
again, and a Mr Oatley.

- Oatley?
- Tyrone.

- Otley.
- Gosh dang it. Otley.

Gittes Investigations.

It's Lieutenant Loach.
It sounds serious.

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

- Mr Gittes isn't in...
- You were tailing Berman.

Ralph is. I thought you
were going to see a doctor.

First thing in the morning.

You just had your bell
rung pretty good, Jake.

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

- Take a message.
- He's after the recording.

- He doesn't even know we have it.
- Are you going to lie to him?

Would I lie to him?

When was the last time you
saw the Mulwray girl?

She must have been
14, 15 years old.

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

I'd have heard.

She ever send a bottle of Scotch
saying, 'Welcome home, sailor?

How about a fruitcake for
Christmas? A postcard?

Cripes, 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?
- Ok. I'll check the land title.

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.

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.

- I see you survived the war.
- 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.

- 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.

Is a 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.

Odd flowers.

Yes. Isn't it amazing
they still grow here?

It's her favourite. She bred
them. You see those purple hues?

They're caused by the
burning of the seed.

This is how I remember her last.

Where did she go
from here? If she's

in trouble, I just wanna help her.

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.

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
which they fear most.

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.

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 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.

I guess we got the
jump on everyone.

Liberty Levine, say
hello to Jake Gittes.

Liberty Levine?

He can wrap his fist around
a roll of silver dollars.

- What's this?
- It's a hand grenade.

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

Don't let go of the handle.

You only have 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, he wants the

Berman wire recording,
by tomorrow.

Otherwise, he's coming 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 favour.

Favour?

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

So what I want you
to do is open the

safe, drop the
grenade in the safe,

and then, most important
of all, close the safe.

- You're crazy, Mickey.
- That may be.

But do you know a better
way to stay healthy?

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 going to have to
give you a serious reprimand.

I'm shedding all over
the place. I'm sorry.

Lie back.

Mickey do this to you?

I thought so. I saw he and Liberty
going down as I was coming up.

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?

They grew up together in Boyle
Heights. They're best friends.

What can I do for you?

Testify that Berman
knew his wife was

in bed with his business partner.

Just that one little thing?

And I hear you have
a recording that

proves Berman murdered my husband.

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

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.

Then I'll hire you. Prove
Berman planned it.

- Lillian, just listen...
- No. Put the weasel in jail.

Nothing else matters.

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 six million bucks?

Yes.

- You always do what he 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?

He was a friend of Mark's.
That's how I met Mattie.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

You can't have the recording,
but you can listen to it.

Mark and Kitty... talk on it?

Mainly, yeah.

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

I'm up to it.

All right?

Adam boy Charlie, Adam boy
Charlie. Lawrence Walsh.

- Mayday, bail out.
- What's wrong?

Some linen supply
guys are making a

delivery right outside your door.

They're making a delivery...

Honey.

Kitty, there's a
woman who can give

Jakey a bad time,
and you know who.

Does that mean something
to you, Jakey?

Mark called Berman
Jakey sometimes.

Kitty, there's a
woman who can give

Jakey 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.

- Mark, not again.
- Kitty, I'm telling you...

Sounds like he thinks
this Katherine

could give Berman a hard time.

Did Mark ever mention her to you?

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

And he never had to run very far.

If I get to her I can prove Jake
has taken advantage of the land.

- We could all strike it rich.
- Just hold me. Hold me.

- See what I mean?
- About what?

Did you ever hear of whipstocking?

Whips and stockings? God damn
it. That son of a bitch was...

Lillian, just calm down.

I always knew that Kitty was
a perverted little snat.

- Kitty, how could you?
- Don't let it start.

- To the beauty parlour...
- Don't let me hear. It's coming.

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

God damn it, you son of a
bitch, don't let me hear.

I don't want to hear any more.

All right.

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.

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

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

You're going to make me.
You're going to make me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah,
I am. All right.

Take the rest of that
goddamned thing off.

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.

I did come across some documents.

You've met Mrs Bodine. Lawrence
Walsh, my oldest associate.

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

I see.

Going over a number
of matters. Mrs

Bodine has expressed a wish...

to employ us to
locate the previous

owner of the B & B
subdivision land.

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

Excuse us, Mrs Bodine.

This is Berman's title
insurance report.

The previous owner
was Mickey Nice.

Mickey Nice?

Now look at the previous
title transfer.

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

You got to admit
it was generous of

Katherine to 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.

I'm at the Bay City
Laundry, corner

of Little Washington and Venice.

Somebody's following
Berman besides me.

Probably the cops.

No. It's a guy in
a tan Studebaker.

- Not the cops?
- No.

All right. Stick
with Berman. Get a

number on the Studey.
I'm on my way.

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?

- Is that the tail?
- Yeah.

Stay with Berman, I'll cover
the mouthpiece. You got dimes?

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 can follow the action,
which gets you good pictures.

You can follow your instincts,

which'll probably
get you in trouble.

Or you can follow the money,

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

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

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

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

In 1792, a certain Jose
Longuinez Martinez,

while travelling through
the Pueblo de Los Angeles,

found a great lake of pitch,

with many pools in which blisters

were continually
rising and falling.

In hot weather,
animals looking for

water were seen
sinking into the tar.

Their cries would
attract predators.

We pulled a million specimens
from two 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.

22 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.

Lovely speech you gave the ladies.

Thank you.

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

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.

After the explosion,
I was concerned.

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?

Brother... Berman... Levine...

Some woman, blonde.

This the clearest you got?

- Well, yeah.
- Did you follow her?

What for? You told
me to follow Berman.

Berman had a two o'clock
appointment at his lawyer's.

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 Teel. You remember
her, don't you?

Rubber gloves, you bet. There
he goes. She's alone now.

Better hurry up and get in there.

Miss Teel, 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.

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 the 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 her husband's
entitled to.

All she wants is the recording.

I find that difficult to believe.

Look, you may have a worldly wise

veneer but I got
ties older than you.

Mrs Bodine thinks your
husband ought to be in jail,

that the recording proves
your husband's a murderer.

If she's right, I wanna tell the
police before they tell me.

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

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

Suppose he didn't kill 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.

I don't know what that
possibly could be.

Would it surprise you to know 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 will a jury think of that?
- Who is this woman?

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

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. It
may not be what you need to know.

- Who is it?
- It's the colourist.

Come back a little later, please.

Fine.

Mr Gittes, I want
to remind you that

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.

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.

Can you tell me this much?

Why wouldn't Miss
Mulwray quit claim

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.

This deed doesn't even
mention mineral rights.

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

And if there is no
other agreement?

Then the original owner retains...

all rights not
specifically granted.

Dolores, would you please
show Mr Gittes out?

He's awful touchy.

How did it happen? You don't know?

Come on. You can tell me.

- That's how it happened. He told.
- What?

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

somebody else was in,
asking about these people.

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

Him, right? All right.
Forget about him.

What about the guy
who was asking? Can

you remember what he looked like?

I'll bet he asked you out.

No. He's married.

Not any more. Thank you.

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

He's looking forward to it.
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 sulphur.

Chuck here said you want to
talk to me about Mattie.

Not exactly. I was hoping you
could help me with Lillian.

That's up to Chuck
and my wife Mattie.

That's really none of my business.

None of your business?

In a sense, when you're
in the oil business,

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

Is that why you broke
into my office...

and why you got Jake
Berman under surveillance?

Mr Gittes, I don't...

Excuse us a little bit. Thank you.

Before Mark got killed, he became

aware of Berman's
other associates.

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.

Not too frightened to
sleep with Berman's wife.

Tell you what we'll do, John.

You tell me what the hell
you think's going on,

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 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 want to know why? Look
up and down the coast.

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 cars.

Without cars, you got
no road construction,

no sidewalks, no
city lights, no gas

stations, no automotive service,

and no Berman
subdivision out in the

tules because nobody
can get there.

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

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.

It's like helping a
stallion mount a mare.

Whipstocking is
something you do...

to coax the drilling bit
in the right direction.

After you've gone to
all that trouble,

you wouldn't want your big fella
to miss what he was aiming at.

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

Just don't let me down.

Old Cactus Earl
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, any time after ten.

- Are you all right, honey?
- Honey? What did you say?

Good evening. May I help you?

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

Can I help you, sir?

Johnny Walker Black, straight up.

- Soda back?
- Yeah, thanks.

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

Tyrone, what's on your mind?

A Go-Devil underground
camera tells

which direction you're drilling.

Take it easy, Ty.

This is the 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 talking about oil here, Ty?

Obviously.

Mr Rawley believes there's
oil under the subdivision.

He's endangering lives, drilling
with all the seismic activity.

He's whipstocking. Someone
has got to stop him.

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

Guys like Rawley
don't get arrested,

they get streets named after them.

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

Rawley stealing from Berman is the

big thief stealing
from the little.

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 it. What's your excuse?

I got a date.

Be a gentleman and
excuse yourself.

Come on, nudnik.

Look around. What do you
see? Strictly class.

Polite. Big tippers. And
they're nice to the help.

If the cops didn't keep
bumping up the pay-off,

this would be the
best business I got.

What business you got
with Jake Berman?

- He's 100 per cent 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?
- It's a form of mental torture.

It's the worst. Physical
torture? It's not so bad.

There's only so much 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.

- Boss, I think we're in trouble.
- What are you talking about?

Smile at the birdies, ladies.

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

Nice and orderly. That's it.

I'm telling you, Sergeant, I just
stopped in for a quick drink.

You were consorting with a hoodlum
under grand jury investigation,

Known to be Jake Berman's friend?

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.

Then you'll decide if it's
evidence that I'm withholding?

Get your court order.
It's private property.

How much are you
paid to suppress it?

Bribery. Conspiracy.
Conspiracy to commit murder.

Maybe not bribery any more.
Maybe he's back to blackmail.

What are you talking about, Loach?

I'm talking about incest.

Incest?

Incest, like when a
father bangs his

daughter, like with
dogs and squid.

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.
- And what a fine shot it was.

It was a long time ago.

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

That's where I draw the line.

I'll tell you, Jake.

I knew a whore once. For the right
money, she'd piss in a guy's face.

But she wouldn't
shit on his chest.

That's where she drew the line.

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 this

motherfucking son of a bitch...

will suck on this until he dies.

Now, suck it. Suck it.

- Ok.
- Suck it.

You pissed your pants, Junior.
Maybe you need a change.

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

When I get through
with you, you'll

wish Loach was back on the case.

Book Mr Gittes. Let him make
bail. Get him out of here.

- Get him out of here.
- Get your hands off me.

Get over there and
sit down. Sit down.

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

Right outside your door.
They're making... delivery.

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

- He says it's urgent.
- I'll take it.

- Hello, Cotton.
- I'm here with Flynn.

- Give him my best.
- Jake says hello.

- Escobar got his court order.
- When?

Just now. If you
don't produce that

wire recording,
you're going to jail.

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

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

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

What did they deliver?

Escobar's gonna be
here any minute.

The guys from Bay City Linen.
What were they delivering?

It was a chair, wasn't it?

I think so. A chair
and some towels.

Kitty Berman had said
she wouldn't believe...

her husband did anything wrong
until I delivered proof.

She was gonna get
what she asked for.

The kind of proof
she could sit on.

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

The police report
said the weapon was

a.38 Smith & Wesson
police special,

with a 2-inch barrel, like this.

The chair was delivered
to your room

at the Bird of Paradise Motel...

40 minutes before you
arrived by Bay City Linen,

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

Well, Mrs Berman? Mrs Berman?

Watch it.

- Kitty?
- Get away from me.

- Kitty.
- Stay away.

I got a new deal for you.

When you want to talk, pick a spot
where nobody can sneak up on me...

and nail me with
Escobar's court order.

- Anything else?
- 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? 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
out on the course.

- I'm a 14 handicap.
- Nine.

What the hell. It's my club. I'll
play you even. 20 bucks a hole?

- Hell, yes.
- Be my guest.

Hell of a shot.

Good bounce.

Nice putt.

What's it going to take?
100, 200, 300 grand?

If I don't give it to Escobar,
he'll 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.

I can make the rest of
your life awful easy.

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

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

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? Cos he

was 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 give me the
wire at the end of this round,

or I'll have you killed.
My money or your life.

Ever seen my one-legged golfer?

You all right?

Just relax.

- What's wrong?
- Remember what I said, Jake.

- No sign of the wife?
- No, I haven't seen the wife.

The big guy came out, called Nice,
something about Elsa, radio...

- Watch your feet, buddy.
- Got dimes?

Take it easy. You'll be all right.
You're gonna be all right, Jake.

Please hurry. They're
waiting at the hospital.

Some blonde.

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 DA's still trying to serve me.

Hand over the wire recording.

Pardon me?

Give the recording to the police.

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

Would you mind if I had a drink?

The preliminary
hearing's tomorrow.

You've got to answer
some questions.

- Scotch and soda?
- Fine.

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

We'll see.

- Thank you.
- How's your husband's health?

Fine, obviously. Anything else?

What did Mark Bodine ask you
about Katherine Mulwray?

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... Jake cared about land.

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

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 or hear
from you again.

I'm sorry.

Not your fault.

- That was your fianc�e?
- Used to be.

I'm sure once you
explain everything,

she'll calm down and be ok.

What?

What are you looking at?

This. Jake gave it to me.

- It's stuck.
- Let me.

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

Why is it two colours?

With wild flowers, you
can change the colour.

You don't say.

The way summer fires do, you
simply scorch the seeds.

Of course, it's not permanent.

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

Sort of like dying your hair.

Exactly. Otherwise, the
colour 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.

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.

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?

We're all a little new to
this sort of evidence.

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

All right. Thank you.

Will investigators Tilton and
Walsh please take the stand?

Your Honour, 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?

This is an open public hearing.

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

- Thank you, Your Honour.
- Bailiff?

I must ask for complete
silence in the courtroom.

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...

Honey.

No, Kitty. How could you...

- What's going on here?
- You said you were going...

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

- It's procedural.
- It's not the same.

It's just where they
said I'd find you...

Room 19-H... the Bird of Paradise
Motel... Redondo Beach...

Just take it easy. Don't
fuck with me, Jake.

How could you? How
could you? With him?

It's not the same.

- Not with him.
- They have changed it.

Get her out of here.

- Just calm down, ma'am.
- Where'd 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.

Bastards. Those... Son of a bitch.

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

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

saying, 'No, you're not, Jake,
I'm going to...' something?

Yes, Your Honour.

In what context was
that statement made?

Having his photos taken
by my associate.

And the 'I'm going
to...' something?

I believe that's when Mr Bodine
drew the gun and tried to stop us.

What? He wasn't even in the room.

He's lying through his teeth.

Isn't it a fact that you
weren't even in the room?

Objection.

To give Mr Gittes time to
invent something to say?

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?
- I was under the bed.

I thought Berman
had the gun first,

but I didn't know where he got it.

Your Honour, I object to the

witnesses engaging
in this colloquy.

They weren't even sworn in.

I find it distracting to see
the District Attorney...

getting his objections
from Escobar.

Gentlemen, please.

Can we at least agree
there was a gun?

- I agree.
- I hope so.

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
you're out on bail,

having been arrested at the
Green Parrot Bar and Grill?

Wait a minute. The witness has
been charged, not convicted.

- What's the charge?
- The charge?

- The charge.
- Well, that...

Mr Gittes was fondling the private
parts of a vice officer...

in the men's room of
the Green Parrot.

- Objection, Your Honour.
- I'm with you, Mr Weinberger.

I have no idea what you
thought you could do...

with this kind of
evidence, Mr Hannah.

It has no place in my courtroom.
Do yourself a favour.

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 the next matter.

Maybe I didn't tell the
whole truth at the hearing.

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 some

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'll be in the model,
keep customers out.

Sure.

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

giving GIs and couples
their first home.

They're the only tract homes
in the Valley, GI or not,

with lath and plaster
and hardwood floors.

Is that right?

They're built to last.

For a while, anyway.

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 are?

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

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

the radium implants
weren't working.

Vay iz mir. Months of aggravation
with my skin breaking out...

and itching, and trying
to keep it from Kitty...

And I'm still riddled
with this drek.

So Bodine was only blackmailing
you about Katherine Mulwray?

How did he find out
who your wife was?

He was checking out the
mineral rights on the land,

found the quit claim to Mickey and
got hold of the notary public.

He threatened to expose her if she

didn't 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.

He was in it for a
lot more than that.

Everything ok?

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 sick.

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

It's my fault.

I didn't want to undress in front
of her, I slept in the den.

She thought I'd lost
interest in her.

We wanted to have a baby.

She was devastated, Jake.
You know our Kitty.

She was looking for
assurance from somebody...

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

You took a hell of a
chance hiring me.

Nothing like the chance Bodine
would talk about Kitty.

Besides, there was something else.

What's that?

He was fucking my wife.

Come on, Jake.

Come on, Jake.

Are you all right, Jake?

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

Wait a second. Better check...

Look at 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.

Yeah, I'll have more lawsuits
than Carter has liver pills.

That's oil. It's oil. That's what
Rawley and Bodine have been after.

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

My oil?

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

- Then it's Kitty's?
- Come on, Jake.

- I'm gonna stay and have a smoke.
- What?

Would you want an
autopsy if you were me?

That wouldn't be so good
for Kitty. Got a light?

Go ahead. Give him the light.

Get out of here. Go on.

Get out of here. Get out.

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...

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 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.

Mrs Berman, if you
want to talk to him,

sometimes I think that's the best
thing. I don't have to listen.

Does it ever go away?

- What's that?
- The past.

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.

It's a tough habit to break.

Think of me from time to time.

It never goes away.