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Speaking.

My name is catfish.

And Miss Cavendish?

Perhaps it's a first name Cavendish.

Cigarette.

The cigarettes you keep for your clients,

are they better or worse
than what you smoke?

They're the same.

Perhaps it is a first name Cavendish.

It's a good first name.

Please.

How private exactly are
you investigations,

Mr Marlowe?

What can I do for you,
missus Cavendish?

You are a detective.

I'd like you to find
someone for me.

Nicole Peterson.

He was my lover.

He disappeared without saying goodbye.

You say disappeared.

Do you mean out of your life
or out of the world?

I don't know.

That's why I'm here.

Where was your husband missus cannabis

when your lover Nicole Peters disappeared?

In retrospect.

Zoe called me Cavendish
without the missus.

I like it.

Return the sort of man
to disappear with you as a lover.

Normally they don't disappear easily.

No, I bet they don't.

Stay around, climb trousers scenes
and restaurants,

lie down on the road.

Promise you anything,
but I know how it goes.

Do you lie down in the road,
Mr Marlow?

Frank, please.

Wow, he's tall like you.

Bit of a weaker man.

He dresses nice meticulously.

What does that say about a man?

Does Mr Peterson get money
from his profession,

or does he just profess
his profession?

You seem to assume that I was involved
with someone.

Unsuitable, yes.

Unless you were unsuitable for him.

Would it be accurate to say
that Mister Peterson

would be a marginal person
in motion

pictures?

Apologies, Sir.

It would be very accurate indeed.

We would meet at the Corbata club.

Do you know it?

How did Mr Peterson know?

Think about Trump?

Was he your guest or the kind of guy
who was anybody's guess?

My husband and I have an arrangement.

May I ask, is your husband's homosexual?

No.

He isn't remotely that interesting.

He likes polo, alcohol, waitresses
and my money.

Your money?

This is Cavendish.

I beg your pardon, Mr Marla,

I'm asking you for money is yours.

My father was an oil.

He's dead.

You know my mother,
but he won't discuss her.

Now, did you conduct your affair

with Mr Peterson at the club?

We weren't meeting in the Horseheads,
Mr Marlow.

What did you not show up for?

An assignation.

I telephoned him
a few times, no answer.

And then I went to his house
the following week.

The mill had been cancelled
and the newspapers were

piled up on his porch.

Did you think side?

Haven't we all?

What do you think has become
a Mr Peterson

told you?

I want to set a fresh eyes in yours
come highly recommended.

Maybe you'll find out
what I can't.

My name's really Claire.

Make the county.

You know the county in Ireland.

I know it well.

My mother was in pictures.

You'd know her.

It's rather embarrassing
the upper class.

You're very perceptive and sensitive,
Mr Marla.

I imagine it gives you trouble.

He ain't home, Bob.

What?

Here you go over,
make time with your wife.

That's where it is, huh?

Yeah, I'd say so.

And good for him.

He's not a bad guy
if you don't trust people anyway.

I know.

I think he's from.

Cleveland.

That's my place across the street.

He used to come over,
sometimes past the time of day.

We need a smoke.

How long has he been gone?

I guess I last seen him
seven weeks ago.

Ohh, just noticed
he was gone.

Got it, you know.

He wasn't there anymore.

That means that when any women
banging on his front door,

throwing a shoe at the house.

And I did pretty good in my day.

Not like him.

You're a cop.

Sort of.

Private Dick ain't no cop.

You're not the first one
to come around asking about them.

Para went back, showed up last week
and it was all gussied up.

The beater in a suit
and fancy necktie.

Still a beaner, right?

No, sometimes there's
the king of Spain.

King of Spain?

No, right around an old Lincoln
with a Mexican respray.

Yeah, I used to work in the low end
of the motor trade myself.

It was two beaters and a hot car

and bring across the border in bed.

Let's start at the beginning.

This guy's been looked at, sure griffs,

alienations of affection,
parking tickets, drunk

at a social gathering.

In the early days,
public solicitation.

And nobody knew.

We haven't had a house.

He's down as domicile,
unknown.

It does have a house.

I was there.

It was having a house
and being the person paying for it,

I suppose.

Who was paying for it?

Well, I think you're fine.

He was paying cash from his.

No visible means of support.

Yeah.

Hope the lady friend looking
for and looks good in black.

Killed.

October 22nd hit and run
outside the Corbata club.

You want me lunch?

Liquid or regular?

Disease was struck by a vehicle
make unknown driver

known on Big Canyon Drive

just outside

the cabana.

Club decided had numerous injuries

including gross combined fracture

right side of the

skull.

I guess there's no point in asking
for an invite at all, Sir.

Hey.

Looking for a gardening job?

Actually, no membership.

Albert, we've got
a hedgehog per here.

He needs trimming.

Hey buddy, how are you?

Ohh.

Maybe that's the reason
you're on popular with police.

Keep getting.

I don't know.

Launched.

Locked up.

And almost, but not quite, charged
with accessory obstruction, etcetera.

In a year ago.

It's my matter too.

Yeah, we should still have
your pension.

Sure you are.

All along.

Less.

This guy got killed
after getting sauced in here.

It remains smelt like a brewery,

and he had marks up and down.

His arms had popped
like a pump.

The Cabana club likes
to make it nice.

Does not like Trump couldn't run
AS2 primes.

Please don't fuck with me.

This is LA these guys like
Peters and N one

that doesn't come out here.

That failed screen doesn't need
to what they have to do

that any member of the cabbage

not know that he was dead.

From our own chief of incentives
to the new ambassador to England,

I find it highly unlikely

it didn't come up with a cream tea
that a scumbag have called

if you look at the front

entrance.

They ask you to bring the case.

I won't have to ask.

I see the police fire.

We don't need.

Why are you looking for this guy?

The lady wanted to find her.

Well, they'll wait till she comes by.

Long.

Fucking Jew.

You're not the only one done with.

Because.

Goodies.

Hype.

Do you mind after?

They don't know.

What's the pain?

You have a name.

This is Helen.

Or am I out of it?

That was this one.

You don't think he was Shakespeare?

Neither did he.

Maybe I am out of.

Well, out of it.

You startled me, Marlo.

Apologies seems to be
my day for startling.

Who else did you startle?

Some elephant make outside
who quoted Marlow?

Are you quotable, Mr Farmer?

Christopher Marlowe?

He played a doctor Faustus
at the Harvard Prep.

Never lets anyone forget that.

Hmm.

Joseph O'Reilly, my mother's
financial advisor, Ohh,

and soon to be ambassador to England.

He never lets anyone forget
about that either.

But did he play one of the seven
deadly sins?

Iced tea.

You can have some of mine
if you like, no, thank you.

I can offer you anything, really.

It's like the Arabian Nights
around there.

Claire.

Who the hell is this?

Sorry, I'm.

I'm Phillip Barlow.

Marlo.

Cavendish.

Mr Marlowe calls me Cavendish.

I like it.

It's your name, darling.

I like it as a first name,

but I'm good for something, dear.

Have you offered you
a very large friend?

She did and I declined.

Thank you.

So, Mr Marlow.

Kind of business are you in?

Mr Marlow detects things.

Ohh.

What are you detecting
here, Marla?

My necklace.

I lost it.

He found it.

Of course he did.

I wonder where.

Well, it was a matter
of retracing your wife steps.

My love.

Yes, Mr Cavendish, fuck yourself.

It's a pleasure to meet you too,
Mr Gavin.

Then go for it.

That's odd.

He must think there's
something between us.

Probably something.

Sexual.

So tell me about you,
Mr Peters,

with no embellishments, please.

I met him at the Cotton Club
for the first time.

I thought he was handsome.

We made love.

And then I saw him again
2 weeks later.

Not an assignation.

An accident

in Tuana.

That's my favourite bar.

Like Interia,

I've stayed with my husband.

You're watching the procession?

Yeah, there's more to us.

Obviously hustling in Mexico,
I don't know.

Nico has many schemes.

Is in the grave.

Michael Peterson is dead.

He's pretending.

He's pretending very well.

Ohh I know he's dead
and buried.

He got killed in front
of the Curvada club.

Supposedly.

Everybody says he was.

You see, the significant thing
is that I saw him the other day.

From the street not
in my mind's eye.

In the street.

Not dead at all.

I think we're finished.

I just wanted you
to start at the beginning.

Beginning the beginning.

That's what you're supposed
to do, right?

Where did you see him?

Back in Tijuana,

my mother wanted me
to view some Aztec forces.

You know, the prancing kind.

I did that.

I do what she says.

So I was in luck, interior again,

having one of their divine mojitos
when I saw Nico

driving down the street.

He called himself a collector.

Most of all collected junk.

Pretend antiques.

I suppose therefore
the movies.

Things that don't exist.

Fairy tales.

There's a man in Baja
who thinks Nikki is actually a producer.

He's been pleased.

What?

What's wrong?

You lied to me,
Mr Cavendish.

I sat there and watched you lie
to your husband good after.

Hello, Mr.

Morello.

Of course, I knew that Richard made
a call when you first came in.

You know what they say
about the old boys club.

What's that?

There really is 1.

And what did you find, Madam?

Quincannon and don't pretend
you don't know.

Well, let's see.

You had a bad war.

And then in the 20s,

you drank yourself out of a good job
in the oil business.

I got on with the Los Angeles DA
as an investigator,

but that didn't work out too well

either, did it, Mr Marlo?

You see, he found all that out
in 5 minutes.

You're not the only one
who can make inquiries.

You weren't looking for pearls?

No, I throw them before swine.

It's a habit of mine.

Hello, Mr Moto.

What does my daughter want?

A divorce?

I might even approve.

I'm sorry.

so if you'll excuse me.

Slam.

Slam.

Hey first.

Jesus, here it is.

Other single laden
who ran Peterson down.

We pursued inquiries,

but how far our law,

if one wanted to find
an absolute nest of

entitled and connected tosspots for feel,

they could just drive away
after running over

another drunk said.

You go to the core biotic club.

We're all witnesses.

The suspect wasn't
possible Saturday night.

They come and go with that club
like Brassware owns a garbage can.

They could have been any one
of 100 cars flattened,

and probably none of them contained

anybody.

Be wise to arrest.

We're in a real world.

You understand the real world,
he sometimes justice is blind.

Sometimes justice doesn't give a shit.

So who's the mystery for all you're
working for this system.

Tell me about his sister.

Maybe she identified him.

Maybe she didn't.

You tell me about his sister?

I got my own sister.

Working for a person who thinks
that Nicole Peterson is still alive.

Yeah, it's complicated.

I'm not a complicated man.

My client claims to have seen him.

This gives you a murder,
my friend.

Yeah, I got plenty.

Thanks.

Here's your file.

Flora thinks
he didn't die.

If it wasn't him, it got smashed
outside the cabaret look.

To repeat myself,
it gives me a murder.

What's your trouble, gents?

Money or women?

Both with the complication
of thirst.

He's like the rest of his path.

Except he can't take a hint.

What do you have?

Whiskey.

Usual.

What's going on these days,
Patrick?

You're married a happy
at least my laundry's done.

The pet had a rough two weeks
finding clean drawers

after he lost his mother.

Fuck yourself.

If I could,
I wouldn't have to listen.

It was an operation.

I'd sign up.

If he's alive, Joe.

I'm sorry.

Going to keep saying that.

That's the last thing
you want on homicide.

I realise homicide.

What, you think it was a homicide?

I went to the graveyard.

Just one it was cremated.

Good guess.

And her teeth were destroyed.

And they'll be everywhere you,
everyone over a rat or cat.

Look at it.

If Peterson didn't die, who did?

Look Marlo, I know you got
this solangelo bullshit

and you live like some monk.

You got no regular self-interest
anyone can count on.

You like getting sacked and locked up
to just not stop.

And this is an interesting story
you have.

It's true.

But that's stiff.

Peterson, for all intents and purposes,

had Peterson's wallet in his pocket.

Plus, he was identified at the scene,

for all intents and purposes,

for you, the manager

of the club, Floyd Hanson,

and by the Los Angeles County
coroner, who's a member.

So it's nobody's business
now but county.

County line runs where?

Bay Canyon drive.

Right along here.

Ohh Jesus.

Make the call 0.

I'll keep you out of it.

Mr Hanson says it's most irregular,
Mr Marlowe,

but you'll see.

The left.

Follow the science
and see reception.

Thank you.

What happened the manager?

What can I do for you?

Don't bother turning off the car.

You tell me you're
a private investigator.

Would that be so?

Yes.

He used to work
for the DA's office.

I've heard that.

I've heard that you've heard.

I'm here about an accident
that occurred.

Serious one Nico Peterson that actually
wasn't on the property.

That was one of the public Rd.

Ohh.

I fully appreciated that this sanction

but sometimes people get moved
off the property

even though their leg
is lying on it a little bit.

An interesting case, Cincinnati.

What was that?

The man was beaten to death.

None of us put in the road
and his head was run over

by a tyre to obliterate
the cause

of death

and to get him off the property.

Mr Peterson was run down on the road

and the road was not on the road.

I appreciate that.

Was Peterson a member
of this club?

No, Mr Peterson
wasn't the member.

No.

That's because you're exclusive.

Imagine you are.

But you're meaning, Sir.

What would we do without Mexico?

Mexico's the future.

We have a sister club.

Looks like the past.

It must be brought along Mexico
or its inhabitants.

Stick to the appointments tomorrow.

It must have been a shock
for you saying Mr Peterson

on the road like that.

I wasn't shot to the jury.

Ohh man, no, it would.

I've seen many more disarray

than that which Mr
Peterson was discovered.

Once, after an artillery strike,

I found her friends
took my whiskey laughs.

I drank the whiskey.

They're terrible now.

Was that my needed the whiskey?

You're my age.

Perhaps you were there.

Perhaps you know
it wasn't there for us.

Royal Irish Rifles the song.

For the rest of time.

Let's take a stroll,
Mr Marlowe.

We're alive and others are not.

That's a pleasant morning.

I see you're amazing equity,
pretty much your profession.

The club was exclusive.

That was like to play.

Of all Browns over there.

So who's guest was Mr Peterson
with the lighting was killed?

Who's your employer,
Mr Morland?

Whereas an impasse,
Mr Hanson?

Who's yours?

I don't know what you want me
to tell you that police were thorough.

Aren't they always?

Isn't that what they do?

Be thorough.

I really blame a policeman
on this is really bad.

There's generally someone
he's afraid of,

and who, in this instance,

would any policeman

be afraid of?

Wow, if they hadn't run driver

where a very substantial
or connected person.

Placement might be afraid
of the club in general.

I mean, and what would it take
for you not to be afraid?

What can I do on this,
Mr Hanson?

Intend to ask questions
that ask your damn questions.

This was a hit and run.

Given the road,
it was probably a member.

Perhaps the driver
didn't even know it struck.

Everybody in this country
has been drunk since this inception.

I don't think I've ever even seen
a sober driver.

Shall we have some tea?

Is there much gambling here,
Mr Hanson?

Very dangerous ground.

There are cars that are played
that's accumulated,

their card rooms and private bedrooms.

Your guest accommodations.

To study a man on the producers
of meetings here.

Why am I talking to you?

Because you don't know
who hired me.

Well, name anything
that Muslim trees you.

Perhaps we could conclude
our chat.

There is the possibility
that the dead man was not Nicole Peterson.

Your sister was shown this corpse

the next day of the morgue

and expressed no doubts.

Where could I find his sister?

Ask the police.

Why do you raise the possibility
that person is alive?

When I said clearly saw I'm dead,

someone may have seen him recently
in the street.

And where was this supposedly?

I can't tell you.

Goodbye was tomorrow.

I'm sorry that it was ultimately
uninteresting to talk to you.

But I do like this thing
that you have about not being afraid.

You should be.

I'll see my cell phone.

My, my.

You're not a regular.

Well, not yet anyway.

You do like to keep it exclusive.

Yeah, it seems that way.

Try me out.

Speech.

Excuse me?

Come on, have any speech?

Ask for men.

Peterson Eco system, Sir.

Gentlemen.

Tell.

Can we have?

Service.

And my cousin.

2.

Sure, if it's a man

with an accent, she works here.

Goes in the cabinet
and no monkey business.

Try not to.

Right.

Can live streaming.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Here he is.

Mr Hanson senses apologies

when Peterson's being detained.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Is that living with an ex?

Fuck it.

Get to move.

Ohh.

Are you keeping evil company?

More often than not.

Well, then you better be a good boy,

because you're going to meet
Dorothy Quinncannon

at the garden of Allah Hotel at three.

That's in 20 minutes.

Dorothy quinncannon.

Did you come for the film stars,
Hilda?

I came to bloody be one.

First of all.

And was that what it were just?

And then swallowed the teapot?

Give it a good scolding,

put in one teaspoon for a cup

and one for the pot,

and then

leave it to draw for three minutes.

Think of a soft boiled egg,
darling.

3 minutes, no more, no less.

And then you're ready
to pour.

Have you got that?

Yes.

Can you make tea like tea?

When you make water, you water.

I don't think you got it.

Did you?

You lifted it from Joyce, man,

and he lifted it
from somewhere else.

Shitty little man that he is,

never did work
in his life apart from the books.

Terrible.

Tricked in American,
sometimes

that's all you have to do.

Is that what you did?

I've tricked any number of Americans,

including playing Pagan princesses,

Elizabeth England,

Rowan widows,

and any number of Fleshlight
barefoot peasant girls.

There's nothing to it.

All you need are regular features
and the ability to read.

Ohh, I very much doubt that.

I spoke with my daughter.

Surprisingly, she's not at all interested
in getting a divorce.

She loves her husband, no.

But the arrangement suits her alcohol,

waitresses and her money.

My money.

She hired you to find another swine,
didn't she?

Nicole Peterson,
who doesn't want to be found,

who learned all of this from her,

you

know?

Ah, I want that tea strong enough
to trust him outside.

Fine.

Done.

You can go now.

Thank you.

I have also had the pleasure
of Mr Peterson's company.

Whatever business,
I wasn't interested.

But my daughter cannot help

but want what she presumes I have.

And you had, Mr Peterson.

That was a presumption,
Mr Marlow.

An understandable one.

I'm sure.

My daughter is paying you hence fully.

I can't talk to you
about your daughter's business.

What business do you think there
is in my family that isn't mine?

If she thought I wanted you,
she'd have you too.

Perhaps she already has.

I can only say it again.

I'm not in a position to discuss
your daughter's business with you.

You are a proud, stubborn man,
Mr Marlow.

I'm just an ordinary joke.

Trying to earn a buck
and stay out of gaol.

Claire's father drove his car off
a Cliff in La Jolla

before she was even born.

He was in the oil business.

Very successful.

But he couldn't hide
from the black dog.

It's the one thing that frightens me,
Mr Byam.

That hound, it runs in families.

They're afraid she's unstable.

Ohh, I know she is.

So be careful, Mr Marlo.

She has this burning need
for a father figure.

You see, I had to pretend.

That she was my niece.

My advisors thought
that a daughter.

What age me?

What advisors you've met the soon
to be ambassador to England.

Mr O'Reilly.

And maybe he advised me wrongly,
but I had to listen.

All those years he even bought a studio,

said it was to advance my career,

but it did

no harm to his bank balance.

So my daughter had to be my niece

until at last even I had to face the fact.

The fact.

That my game was up.

It had been for some time.

No more barefoot Colleens.

I have more money
than the Queen of Sheba.

And if a very, very,
very happy aspect.

You mean a celluloid legend?

Surely the key to Hollywood,
Mr Marlow,

is knowing when your game is up.

Take the money and run.

Or stay if you want,

but at least take the money.

I had another investigator
on Mr Peterson's case,

a Shamus called Seamus,

if you can

believe.

What did they find that besides
being prop master at

Pacific Pictures, Nico

was also

a wannabe agent
with a client of 1,

samanda Toxteth.

So you see, Mr Marlow.

My daughter wasn't the only one
spreading her legs for him.

So if you find Mr Peterson,
come to me before.

I don't know.

Some God awful bee picture,
I suppose.

Now

wait.

How dare you?

I'm a little confused.

I've already been paid.

Cook.

I need to see the face.

I didn't see the face
on there, Amanda.

Cameras over there.

Car rose up, you look
at the cameras, OK?

Thank you, lodge.

I can take this off, right?

Yes.

After lunch.

Believe me, I look better
without the war paint.

Thanks for seeing me, Mr.

Call me Mandy.

You're a detective.

I'm more harmless than I look.

That must be exciting.

Being a detective,
I can hardly contain myself.

Ohh, don't contain yourself
on my car.

Echo Peterson was
your agent, yes.

Well.

He got me some work.

Riders of the Red Dawn,
did you see it?

Not yet, no.

Well, it's gone now.

John Mccrae was supposed
to be in it, but.

Something happened.

I play the ranchers wife
who makes eyes and Indian

and the Indian gets hanged.

OK, you're gonna
comes round again.

Acting seems to be going
Wellness taxes.

You're sweet.

Actually, my mother says
I should fuck more producers.

What do you think?

I think your mother
is gravely mistaken.

What can you tell me
about Nico Peterson?

How deeply should my account
be detailed?

Well, when did you last see him?

I guess a week before he died.

He was trying to get back
into my good graces.

It was a womaniser.

Yes, that's a tricky question.

Like the conquest,
not the women.

Hardly touch you
after he'd had you.

And a particular kind of man.

Some girls say handsome
men are cold.

That's normally just what you say
to ugly men

to make them feel better.

Think it was cold.

Nico had girlfriends,

but he didn't have girls
who were friends.

Do you know any
of his other girlfriends?

Claire Quincannon supposedly fell for him.

The blonde with the terrible mother.

And the mother story?

Capped by the ambassador.

He even bought
the studio for her.

I hear it's Spears.

Did Nico have anything to do with Mexico
business out of Mexico?

There's only one business
out of Mexico.

Don't be a sweet shop.

When he had money, that was why,

and probably the only reason
anybody would look for

him.

Owed money or effects.

Well, did he drive Mr.

Hey, computers.

Well, whatever you drove,
he parking here.

Yeah.

You again?

It's all right.

I'm a friend of Nicholas.

Philip Marlowe.

Much to persistent.

I'm trying to find the hill.

He's dead.

You're so sure of that,

I've been hired to look
into your brother's disappearance.

He hasn't disappeared.

It's by myself.

Decide to shouldn't know.

What have I told you?

I don't believe in fairy tales,

Mr I saw his body on the garden.

He had the place so it wasn't
at the club on the roadway.

Did everything I had to.

It couldn't have been easy.

Seeing it wasn't much fun.

And what's Floyd got against you?

Why I wanted to be.

And if you're afraid of him
or anything, we have to talk.

What's in the book?

Words.

No dope.

Just words.

Says look about words.

Like who was good with words?

You say you saw his body.

Yeah.

Then the cop tried to make me
in the hallway.

Probably has a daughter in my age.

It's funny.

Whatever you do,

there's always someone
trying to make you.

You know what?

Fuck Floyd, fuck
ups and fuck you.

I know the lady,
she's the punk sister, but.

Who are you?

You are a big one.

I'm thinking of renting
the place.

Understand

who?

Serena?

You know my brother.

You probably dumped her.

Listen up.

Who's Serena?

Who think

you'll see what happens?

I don't want to become.

Yeah.

What have we got here?

Balls once.

Who might you be?

Secret?

It got.

Your master's name.

Who is the little guy?

New randers?

Ohh wow.

You know.

So.

Easy way.

I.

A new baby?

Father.

Father.

Hendricks.

Finally, I need no introduction.

I'm a generic name, Cedric,

and upon Amous trademark
they're criminal.

Businessman and philanthropist.

I could use a few bugs.

Take me away from all this.

I was hoping you could use
a few bucks, Mr Moto,

but alas, it will be transactional not.

Philanthropic well,
what was the word you wanted?

I can only hope it is not
a past participle.

Where's home, Mr Marlow?

But you know that you know.

I mean your actual quotidian home,

26 Maple Blvd.

Let's take Mr Monitor
his quotidian homes.

The elements of style
by William Strunk junior,

a participial phrase
at the beginning

of a sentence, must refer
to the grammatical subject.

Walking slowly down the road,

he saw a woman accompanied
by two children.

If you give any trouble.

And he will drop you
like a bad grammatical habit.

Do you need to dress there?

Zedrick, you do it.

Meet my pocket square,
Mr Hendricks.

Someday, Cedric.

I wish I'd left you where I found it,
given the God damn thing.

Thank you.

I hear Mr Marlow and
from various Connexions

that you are looking for.

We're all looking for someone.

Ohh that's very sad.

Tell me what I'm looking for.

My guess 2 Maxis who are looking
for a broad names

throwing Serena a femme of the most

delicate shape and magic.

Last scene in the arms of 1 Neiko Peterson

is that name ring a bell?

A tinkle.

I don't need you to hear
a tinkle.

I need you to hear a sonorous veil

with a hunchback swinging from it.

Gonga dongdong.

Not a tinkle is tomato.

Seriously, Peterson, sister.

To be numbers are here now,

the droids from sunnier climes,

land of banana and tarantula,

who were also quite separately,

and I should like you to notice that.

Looking for her brother.

I would very much appreciate
a word with our friend Nico,

if you find him.

And I will pay you.

Tell me what Nico was involved in
and why he faked his death around.

We go swimming and head
to avoid everybody, I think.

But I will tell you that he used
to run errands for me down

in the land of the sombrero,

the serape and the mule.

His Spanish was good.

He was dark, you know.

Let lover kind of way
he was useful in Mexico.

Is it bananas or tarantulas imports,
Mr Hendricks?

Tarantulas.

Tired and composed of tarantulas,
me afraid of spiders.

Co worked for me.

He would bring me items so hard
to come by up here

where the laws is so strict.

At the time of his supposed death,

he was in possession
of some of those items.

These items are there are items
and items and one item

that related to the said items.

Why don't we take a ride
to the corbata?

Well, maybe he stashed the items
there, Mr Martino,

people would talk.

When I go, I go into the back entrance.

Please leave that remark
alone towards it.

I grease the cut out.

That's fine, Charvet shirt.

There is nothing.

But please, Peterson
would have needed help.

He would have needed a body.

It asked Miss Piracy
written all over it.

I don't think Nico went to a graveyard

with a shovel

and a lamb looking for a stiff
to

fit his tuxedo.

Do you?

That Trump was in on the conspiracy.

But what's the club's
interest?

Ask your client.

I think you'll keep looking
for Peterson client or not,

because you can't stop.

And I'll pay you 1000
just to sweeten the pot.

No, Cedric extreme right.

Come over, please.

It would be wise to reconsider,
Mr Monk.

Stop anywhere here, Susie.

26 Maple Blvd.

So smart as they think,
you're welcome to come inside.

They give you back your bands.

No, I'm here to report
a kidnapping.

If you find him, I will know.

And then I'll come get him.

And when that happens?

Don't try to stand in the way.

Thanks.

So two maxes came out of nowhere

and kidnapped this wall

that you're telling me it's

going.

I'm telling you that lets you turns tricks
of the cabana club

and identify this their

brother as stiff
who wasn't lethal.

Peterson there were certain things
I'm just not going to eat.

They were looking for another broad.

Someone they called Serena.

The system was getting out.

You don't put it in the system.

I'll go and make a report.

I'll go on the record.

I'll spend the Peterson
wasn't Peterson.

That's not news.

That's a feature.

I can never remember which newspaper
hates the mayor most.

This will all go OK
if you don't manipulate me.

OK.

What we do, we get you out of here.

I take a call from an anonymous
citizen

who saw her putting the car,

and you play nice

or I put you at the scene
as a suspect.

It ain't what happened.

It's what I type.

Deal.

I'll give you pal Bernie old

to dope off the record sheriff's
detectives.

I can start everybody looking
for it and they look hard.

Just good enough for you.

They took my 38,

yeah.

This is 38.

Someone gets killed
when you're 38.

You still have 38.

If they ever make us
record serial numbers,

it'll be fucked.

Marlo.

Detective Bernie.

Holes in the car.

Arthur,

get us a drink.

Marlow

Scotch on the rocks.

She's being looked for city
sheriff's everybody.

Not a peep out of the brass.

Once supporting goes out,
nobody can kill it all.

Car alert for Lynn Peterson.

Mexicans driving some sort
of Tijuana spray job.

She'll get no different
than anybody else.

Just remember, look for her.

I lost her.

When you're getting to be
an old timer,

it's OK to get out alive.

I rely on you to give me
good example tomorrow.

Who's afraid across the way?

Nothing frail about her, Bernie.

Well, lay low.

Consider other profession.

And I miss you.

Goodnight.

Right.

Weren't you Mexicans
looking for Peterson?

What were they looking?

For God's sake.

Goat.

Thank you.

One could live in a house like this
and so much would fall away.

It's how the other half lives,
and we do pretty good.

Claire.

You haven't once told me
why you really want me to go.

Amanda talks to claims

that he wasn't to spacially
thoughtful in the bedroom.

Poor Amanda.

She played a tough game.

Tell me about it.

There's not one studio in this town

that's run by men
who were looked at twice before

they had their first million.

If women never like.