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Nine hundred and eleventy-two.

Forty.

Eleventy-twelve.

Six hundred and seventy-sixty.

Hey, hey, watch out for the cast.

If I want your help, I'll ask Big Bird.

Hey, what are you doin' up there?

Watch it, Dad. It's a cop.

Counting.

Come down here a minute. I wanna talk to ya.

Un momento.

Por favor.

I never thought they'd finish. Come on, snake.

You have a defective tail light here.

I'm gonna have to give you a citation.

Right.

Would you please take your driver's licence out of your wallet?

Thank you.

May I see your car registration, please?

Ah, it's in the glove compartment.

I have a gun in there.

Step around to the front of the car, please.

All the way around to the front.

You got a licence for this?

Right in there.

Would you get it, please?

No way to treat a weapon.

I got kids.

What are you doin' here, anyway?

I'm an industrial investigator.

He's a private eye.

He really is, you know.

A private eye.

You got one message here.

Jack Wi... Withers of Jack's Turkeys called.

He wants to know if you finished counting the gobblers.

Tell him I want a certified cheque for $120,

and all the dirty secrets of turkey land will be his.

- Okay. Bye-bye. - Say, $120?

That's almost half what you owe for October child support.

Two-thirds.

Look, if you're gonna get technical,

I don't ask you to be late on your payments

three out of every four months.

Suzanne, do me a favour.

Next time, divorce a corporate lawyer, okay?

I'll be back for the kids next week.

I don't think you're completing the source of your relationships.

You see, when you complete the source of your relationships,

your life can be about having full, rich,

nurturing, satisfying relationships.

As opposed to spending your life in the process of completing relationships.

Who's the bimbo?

Randy Esterhaz.

Randy's a trainer with BEST,

Bradley Entirely Scientific Therapy.

Randy, this is my ex-husband, Moses Wine.

Hi.

Randy's going to enrol me in the training.

Nice.

Moses, Suzanne tells me that you're a private detective.

Well, that must be very supportive in helping you to retain the child in you.

That's one.

It's happy Halloween for the 49ers tonight

as they lead Los Angeles...

...in two touchdowns here in the third quarter.

Well, Robbie, I must say the trick's being played on LA tonight.

That end run is good for another first down.

That means a treat for San Francisco.

You know, we've got a lot of VIPs here in the stadium.

Gubernatorial candidate George Dillworthy and his children...

Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the rope.

I'm told the other candidate,

Congressman Miles Hawthorne...

...Is at the "Save the Whales and Dolphins" concert.

Hello.

LA 9, San Francisco 17.

You owe me $100.

It's not over yet, ya sadist.

Colonel Mustard in the dining room with the rope.

Imperialist Munzer is up to no good.

Trick or treat, smell my feet.

Give me something good to eat.

Wanna buy a duck?

Happy toothache!

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

You look really neat

for a short kid.

Could be Mrs Peacock.

Could be the lascivious Miss Scarlett.

Then again, not.

Ha! Miss Scarlett, you've come.

I'm a volunteer for Congressman Miles Hawthorne.

Terrific.

We would welcome your support.

Would you like instructions on how to register any dead relatives

who might be avid Hawthorne supporters?

"Any dead relatives"?

No, I don't think so. But, er...

would you like to, er... come in here,

and, er... perhaps we could have our own little election right now.

I will back your candidate if you pull my lever.

You degenerate sexist pig.

Lila Shea.

- You knew, didn't you? - All the time.

It's been ten years.

Come in here.

The last time I saw you,

we were in the back of a Chrysler hearse...

- Cadillac hearse. - Cadillac hearse,

- across from People's Park. - Making love.

Why didn't I ever see you again?

Oh, at that time I thought monogamy was a male conspiracy.

Oh! What about now?

Now, I am sure it is!

- Same old Moses. - Same old Lila.

What happened to your arm?

I broke it during karate exercises.

It's part of my training!

I heard about what you're doing.

It's just a job.

Any good at it?

Sometimes.

You're lookin' great.

So what are you up to, huh?

The Hawthorne thing was a gag, wasn't it?

No, it's not a gag.

Miles Hawthorne, for real.

You're really working for him.

Uh-huh. Part-time.

Now I know you're kidding. Oh, shit!

- I had LA by nine points. - No, I'm serious, Moses.

- We need you down at headquarters. - Come on, Stockhausen!

Come on. Let's go down to the quarters.

Hold on, Lila, Lila, I have not rung doorbells since 1967.

You're an investigator, aren't you?

Yeah. So?

We need an investigator.

I have a much better idea. Why don't we just stay here,

and pick up where we left off in the days of protest?

We could pretend there's some tear gas coming through the door,

and we can put on an old Buffalo Springfield album.

Cut the bullshit, Moses.

This is a real job.

- We wanna pay you. - Oh. Well...

Hello.

You owe me a hundred dollars. Ha ha ha ha!

I get a hundred dollars plus expenses, okay?

Dork.

- Where were we”? - Come on, let's go.

Miles Hawthorne. "The People's Friend."

Hmm. Don't talk to me from leaders, Lila, please.

And Hawthorne, a real good choice.

I used to think my razor was dull until I heard him speak.

Moses, please.

Come in!

Look, I've got some people here. If it worries you so much,

just take care of it yourself. All right?

Moses Wine?

Hi. I'm Sam Sebastian, Southern California co-ordinator.

What happened to your hand?

Bar fight with a Bircher.

Oh. Here, sit down.

Listen, I'm sorry to get you out so... so late.

That's okay. The longer I stayed at home, the poorer I was getting.

Listen, I'm very happy you're showing so much support for Hawthorne.

- Well, it's n... - He's the man California needs. Let's face it...

Hold it, hold it. Save it for the kids in the 18th precinct, okay?

It's a little late in the day for political hoo-hah.

You don't care who wins this campaign, do ya?

You said it.

Okay.

What do you, er...

What do you know about the Underground?

We need someone who can move in that world.

Someone who'll be trusted.

I understand you are the man.

Now, what do you know about the Underground?

What everybody else does.

You went to Berkeley, didn't ya?

That's right.

Didn't you know some of them personally?

That's not true. I just knew people

who knew people, like everybody else.

What about Howard Eppis?

What about Howard Eppis?

"Brothers and sisters and fellow Californians,

"join with me in supporting Miles Hawthorne for governor.

"I have spoken with the congressman

"and I am convinced he can teach us to co-operate

"the way others have done in Europe and Asia.

"Back a man who backs the people.

"Share the wealth. Vote for Hawthorne. Howard Eppis.”

It's not funny, I know.

Do you realise what that can do to us in Orange County?

"Share the wealth"?

- Well, did he talk with the congressman? - Of course not!

My problem is finding out who's behind this,

whether it's Eppis or not, and stopping him fast.

And if it's a Dillworthy smear,

I want everybody to know about it.

Who do you think won the game tonight?

Where did you get this guy?

Oh, shit, Moses.

"Oh, shit"? I was watching the game.

I was playing Clue, perfecting my craft.

You come along and drag me out here for Miles goddamn Hawthorne.

This is a man who thinks that Captain Kangaroo

is a politically controversial figure.

I will go with you, Moses.

Maybe together, we can persuade Eppis to lay off.

That's assuming that we can find him.

I mean, the cops have been looking for this guy for seven years, right?

And they're not exactly unschooled in this kind of business.

Look, you were a campus activist in the Sixties.

You've got a background for this job.

Do you want it or don't you?

Here's $150 on account.

Well, some people sell out for seven minutes on a talk show.

Okay...

Where'd you get this thing?

Someone from the printer's office sent it to us.

A man named, er...

- Johnson. - Right. His address is on the back.

Okay.

Beats counting turkeys.

Well, first we have to find someone who knew Eppis,

like his attorney Nick Spitzler.

How'd you get to be a detective, anyway?

Well, I wasn't doin' nothin', and...

a lawyer friend of mine asked me to verify an accident report,

and, ever since then, it's been...

divorces, and a couple of welfare cases.

Mostly a lot of process serving.

Gotten pretty cynical, haven't you, Moses?

The Sixties are over, Lila.

Are they?

Hey.

Moses Wine is a private detective.

Yup.

Tacky.

You're workin' for Miles Hawthorne.

Tacky.

...twice. The final score, the Rams 3, 49ers 24.

Not in ten years has this reporter

seen a Los Angeles team fall apart so badly as in the final...

Mama Tass, SDS...

Eppis.

Hello.

Daddy, I can't sleep.

You in bed?

Okay.

I went to the animal fair.

The birds and the beasts were there.

The big baboon by the light of the moon.

Was combing his auburn hair.

The monkey, he got drunk.

And sat on the elephant's trunk.

The elephant sneezed and fell to his knees.

And that was the end of the monk, the monk, the monk, the monk...

What was the name of that guy...

I could never do that.

What was the name of that guy that, er...

The big behemoth? The mouth-breather that...

that was in love with you when I was...

- Donald. - Donald, Donald.

I'll bet he's a Hawthorne supporter, too.

Get off it, Moses.

You don't always have to say "no" to everything.

Hawthorne may not be Mahatma Gandhi,

but he's got a good position on property taxes.

He supports Vasquez and the farm workers,

and he's better than Dillworthy by a long shot.

So don't be misled by the titles of this course.

There's no such thing as labour law.

Just a series of rules and regulations

laid down by one class to oppress another.

Any questions?

Yeah, is this class pass/fail,

or are you going to mark the midterm examinations?

And what does that have to do with the Joe Hill case?

Well, grades may not be so important to you,

but I need at least a 3.1 to get into dental school.

Well, I hope you make it.

Dismissed.

Mr Spitzler, my name is Moses Wine.

This is Lila Shea. Like to talk to you for a moment.

Are you students here?

No. We were at Berkeley in '68.

I remember when you spoke at the student union

the day after they freed the California Four.

We gave you a standing ovation.

Half that audience were police agents.

What happened to you?

Er... the usual. I was...

A cop was hassling this black kid in Compton and I was an idiot.

Listen, er... we need something from you.

I'm not practicing law this semester.

- I can give you a recommendation. - No, no, no, it's not that.

It's something a little more, er... involved.

We're trying to get in touch with someone.

Howard Eppis.

You're joking.

No.

Well, I haven't... I haven't seen Eppis since about a week after the trial.

I read about his escapades in the paper.

Bank robberies, current bombings, trips to Cuba.

He's a real showman.

But I haven't had any personal contact with him.

You know anyone who might?

Maybe Luis Vasquez.

Oh, we can't reach him. We phoned,

but he's all over the state backing Proposition 9.

What about the Linkers?

They don't seem to have abandoned revolutionary activity.

Bombing the Bank of the Pacific when nobody's interested anymore.

What a waste.

Do you have any suggestions?

I'm still the Linkers' attorney.

I'll try to get you in to see "em.

Thank you. Appreciate it.

You have five minutes.

No touching.

Keep your hands on the table at all times.

Hi. Welcome to the Bastille.

What's the radio for?

Spitzler got it.

Interference.

Please change the channel.

Get some rock 'n' roll.

Oldies but goodies.

Sing it.

- Ooh-ah... - What?

Sing!

Why do fools fall in love?

Why do birds sing so gay?

And lovers awake at break of day.

Why do they fall in lo-ove?

What do you want?

Why does the rain fall from up above?

Why do fools fall in love?

Why do they fall in lo-ove?

We don't know and we don't care.

It's a little hard to keep track of people.

I know that you think.

That that fool is me.

Tell me why...

Do you know anyone who might?

No touching.

Tell me why.

How long are they in for?

Forever.

Procari? Oscar Procari?

No, I don't think they meant him.

I think they mean the son, Oscar Procari Jr.

What's he got to do with it?

Well, if I remember correctly,

he financed the entire defence team of the California Four.

You'd better check the back issues of the Beverly Hills phone books, too.

I got it! Here it is!

Procari, Oscar Jr.

It's disconnected.

Well, let's drive over there.

Why did I break up with you?

You didn't break up with me. I broke up with you.

Come on.

Oscar Procari's office, please.

Yes, I'd like to speak to Mr Procari.

This is Moses Wine. I'm calling in regards to his son.

Pardon me?

No.

No, I'm not a member of the Pacific Athletic Club, ma'am.

No, I'm not a member of the George Club either. I'm sorry.

I used to be a member of the Automobile Club, though, if that's any help.

You know, you made one hell of a mistake with me.

What?

Breaking up.

Hey, listen. Listen.

Let me do the talking, okay?

Okay.

You're the dick.

I'm the dick.

Mr Johnson, please.

Mr Johnson.

- Johnson. - Yes.

- Johnson. - Yes. Ernest Dupree, State Committee...

Dupree?

Ernest Dupree, State Committee on Fair Play in Elections.

- State Committee on what? - Fair Play in Elections.

This is Miss Bottoms, my assistant.

- Associate. - How do you do?

I'm fine. I'm pleased to meet you, Mr Johnson.

We're here to see about these flyers.

- You wanna let me do it? - What?

I'll handle it, please. We're here to see about the flyers.

- The flyers. - You called about these flyers.

Er... These flyers.

Oh, that flyer. Yeah.

Well, don't get me wrong.

But this... This is the stuff they used to write on shit... outhouse walls.

I'm sorry there are 50,000 of 'em already out.

We're very sorry about that, too, Mr Johnson.

Could you tell us who ordered these flyers?

- What? - Who?

- Who? - Who? Who ordered the flyers?

- Well, I can't tell ya that. - Why not?

It ain't my department.

And it's not right. It's not right.

Yeah, that's not necessarily so...

- The client. The client. - What?

We keep confidential. Now, that's confidential.

Some dick.

Er... Mr Johnson...

You know how sometimes, something is right,

but something else is more right?

You know?

And you know how ya always wanna do

the thing that's most right? Right?

Right.

And since you are an American, law-abiding citizen,

you wouldn't want to see anyone win anything

that he didn't get fair and square, would you?

- That's right. - Right.

So, why don't you get the purchase orders...

So that you and Miss Bottoms could straighten...

So we could put a stop to this right now.

Right. What she said.

Okay.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

That's a felony. Jesus, Lila. Hey!

You wanna spend six months in the hoosegow

because of creepo Hawthorne?

Only if I get conjugal visits.

"All Weather Electronics, 2380 Olympic Boulevard."

- What happened to Miss Bottoms? - What?

- Miss Bottoms. - What?

What happened to Mi...

Whatever happened to you and Suzanne?

She split about three years ago,

right after Simon's second birthday.

Hmm. Why? What'd you do to her?

I didn't do anything to her!

Oh, geez!

She wanted me to graduate law school

and make 100 thou a year

and live in Malibu and support liberal causes.

What did I do to her? Gee!

I was gonna marry Phil Dixon.

Phil Dixon?

We were living together.

Until I joined a women's consciousness raising group.

Ah. He didn't want to take his turn doing the dishes.

No. He did the dishes.

He just got really curious about what we were saying all the time.

When we would have meetings,

he would hide at the top of the stairs and listen to everything.

Stuff about women having affairs, turning gay.

Well, one night, one of our best friends

was talking about leaving her old man

and, er... taking up with her sister's husband.

He fell over the balcony!

He was so mortified.

Well, I could see...

He turned celibate!

So I waited.

And I, er... waited, and I thought about women,

and I waited and...

Listen. Er...

Er... Do you think that, er...

we could, er...

Yes.

Good.

Okay, you make the hash brownies,

I will bring three bottles of tequila.

Oh, Moses, I'm not cooking for you.

And after three bottles of tequila,

you better not go celibate on me.

Okay.

One bottle.

Moses.

Better come in here, quick.

Lila.

I said, will you come in here, please?

We're not running a daycare centre, you know.

Look, did you have to give them those handouts?

Hey, Moses, look, this isn't a dating service.

Oh, please. Come on.

- It's a political campaign. - Hi, Dad.

Hey, what are you two doin' here?

Mom had to attend her BEST pre-seminar.

Her what?

She has to practise sitting in one place

for eight hours without peeing.

So she called your service.

BEST, huh? That's two, Randy.

Wanna get your finger outta your nose?

Why, we hire you to do a job

and we end up taking care of your whole family.

Whaddaya got?

Not much. I'm trying to track down this guy Oscar Procari Jr.

- Oh, Jesus. - He might be able to lead us to Eppis.

Well, what could the kid tell you?

Sam, he was... he funded the entire defence team

- at the California Four trial. - Yeah, but he was just a money man.

They only wanted his father's money.

And when he gave it to them, the old man disinherited him flat.

And that's the whole story of Oscar Procari Jr.

How do you know all this?

I knew him in 1969. I was in the ACLU.

Look, he's useless, Moses. He's a useless creep.

Forget about him.

You have no idea where he is now?

Probably in Kathmandu for all I know. What else you got?

I got the address of the man who ordered the flyers.

- Have you seen him? - No, I was...

Well, see him. Take your kids with you.

You got four days, Wine.

Come on, you two, let's go. Hey!

Tonight.

Can we see Godzilla vs. Megalon?

Not now.

You promised, you promised, you promised we can see Godzilla.

Look at those people kissing. Yuck!

The last democratic election took place in Athens

2,000 years ago. And even then, the right man lost.

This is democracy because two jerks and other...

- Moses. - What?

I want you to listen to this.

See, Mr Seymour Bittleman, you should pardon the expression...

- Hiya, Seymour. - ...has developed an absurd misconception of history.

After seventy years of struggle, he now defines democracy

as a contest between two nothings over nothing.

I merely said that we should give these gentlemen

the common courtesy of listening

to what they have to say.

- And you. - What?

- Worse. - Why?

Your service tells me you're working for Hawthorne.

California's answer to melba toast.

That's the thing, Aunt Sonya, something came up, er...

an address that I have to follow through on,

so, I'd like to leave the kids with you until dinnertime.

- Whaddaya say? - What's wrong with your ex-wife?

The guru teaching her to sleep on nails?

It's not a guru anymore.

It's a BEST trainer.

So, just could you... Could you... Could you keep 'em until dinnertime?

Come on, do me a favour. Whaddaya say?

Keep them here with me in this gay and uplifting atmosphere?

And who makes sure your mind doesn't get polluted

with that Hawthorne propaganda?

Okay.

Okay. Come on. Fast. Quick. Huh?

Not to mention the drivel from Howard Eppis,

the world's most notorious,

most counter-revolutionary adventurist.

- I'm gonna wear earplugs. - Ah...

Bakunin, Kropotkin, they were no good.

And he's no good.

Anarchy's not the answer, you see...

Oh, oh, wait. Are you comparing everything...

Bakunin? Bakunin was a terrorist monster!

You'd... Look who's talking about Bakunin.

Oh, don't... Don't tell...

You are not an authority on Bakunin.

Just because you dated every terrorist in Soviet Russia

- doesn't make you an authority! - I dated...?

You see this jerk?

This is the same thing.

Kropotkin was the same jerk,

and Bakunin was the same jerk.

No good. No good, I'm telling you.

He was a very good dancer.

These are lowlifes.

You should not vote for them. You should not work for them.

Um, may I help you?

Yes, er... we're from Jefferson Printing.

I was wondering how you were planning to pay the bill

for the flyers that we printed up for you.

Flyers?

Yes, I have an order here for.

Three thousand sheets of Ozalid, printed on one side.

I don't know anything about that kind of order.

You'll have to talk to Harold.

- Harold who? - Harold Pak Chung.

Oh, yes, Mr Pak Chung. Where might I find him?

...I really don't know.

Oh, sorry. Excuse me.

Hey, come on. Cool it.

Er... Let me tell you what my problem is, ma'am.

Er... Excuse me.

This may mean my job.

See, I took this order over the phone personally

and, er... if I don't get an approval...

I just want to talk to Mr Pak Chung in person.

It's no problem whatsoever.

You might find him playing poker

at the Rainbow Club in Gardena.

Rainbow Club?

Thank you. You've been very helpful.

I appreciate it very much. Come on.

Kids, let's go.

Some job you got.

- You're in the business of telling lies. - Yeah.

I remember when you used to believe in something.

Don't mention it.

What is this place?

A garbage dump for welfare cheques.

Whoops. Sorry, guys, you're not allowed in here.

See ya later, toots. Take care of your aunt.

Come on, children. I'll read you a story

about the Albanian Labour Party.

Harold Pak Chung.

Harold Pak Chung.

Why... Why are you giving me...

- I don't wanna go in there. - It's a favour, please.

What are you... Oh, no.

Look at the rotten fruit of capitalistic society.

You're absolutely right. Go over there. Go ahead.

- What's there? - Do it.

Zero, five-ten.

Harold!

Harold!

Harold!

Eighteen, two-four, thirty-one, eighteen.

Fifteen, two-four, low, table seventeen.

Excuse me.

Checks, please.

How much?

Er... fifty for me and one hundred for my employer.

New player, ante.

This is 150?

This is a ten-twenty game. Ante up.

Jacks or better.

It's my open?

Er... Ten to open.

Raise another twenty.

- Not for me. - Me, neither.

It's fifty to me.

Forty to me.

Call the forty.

Cards.

Two.

One, please.

Dealer takes three.

Twenty.

Raise twenty.

Too rich for me.

We raise.

Twenty and twenty.

Call. Whaddaya got?

Four of 'em.

Yes, indeedy-weedy.

I gotta come here more often.

Thank you for the donations.

Deal.

Goddamn greenhorns.

Nice playin' with ya.

Deal the cards.

Cut.

Thank you.

So, er... who do you think's gonna win the election, huh?

Hawthorne or Dillworthy?

Hawthorne, of course.

Hawthorne? We got a Hawthorne supporter over here.

Personally...

Personally, I would do anything to see that Dillworthy is elected.

You know what I'm sayin', huh?

You know what I'm sayin'?

You know what I'm sayin', don'tcha?

I mean, I think this son of a bitch Hawthorne is gonna share the wealth.

I fold.

I fold, too.

Oh, no you don't! Sit down!

We gotta make our bets. We gotta make our bets.

No problem. No problem.

- He's the dealer. - Hey, I'm dealin'.

- He wants to walk out of the game. - Make the bet, I'll deal the cards.

Twenty.

- How many? - Two cards, please.

One, two, three. Okay.

Three. Okay.

Would you help me take some of these, please?

You can't leave!

Just what it takes to ruin a good game.

It is not that I want you to lie.

I would never, ever ask you to lie. Ever.

It's just that there are some things

that you don't wanna volunteer, ya dig, till you're asked.

That's called being an adult.

Whaddaya say?

Mommy, Mommy! Guess what? Guess what?

Daddy won $300!

It was not 300, it was 200.

I had to return $100 on a misdeal.

You were short last month $20.

It's not due till Tuesday, Suzanne.

Hey, how do you expect me to pay for Simon's nursery school tuition?

He's in nursery school now, you know.

What do you expect me to do, huh?

You drop the kids off at five minutes' notice

every time a new fad appears in Newsweek.

Yeah? Well, just who the hell do you think takes care of 'em 90% of the time?

That's 'cause you don't give me custody.

Until you start taking responsibility for your life,

I'm not giving you responsibility for the kids.

That's right.

That's three!

The next time I pull four sevens at Gardena,

I keep my poker face all the way to the bank.

I want to be seduced

I want a woman to take me out to dinner for two.

Like to see her eyes get moody.

Flirtin' with the thought of what flirtin' oughta do.

Like to be real cool.

Let her think about gettin' little me in bed.

As I chat about Magna Carta.

Puerto Vallarta.

Something Gandhi said.

Want her to make me laugh.

Make a point of touchin' me when she talks.

Leavin' all the Jealous men in the joint.

To mumble in their beer and gawk

I know it only happens.

When I'm nappin'

Noddin'in a reverie.

That I find myself a woman.

Who wouldn't mind seducin' me.

Hello?

All of me.

Why not take all of me?

Can't you see

I'm no good without you.

Take my lips...

I'll never...

Up here, up here! Up here!

Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot! I'm the one that called.

Don't move a muscle.

Keep your hands on your head.

You were coming to see Miss Shea

on a date of some sort.

You passed another car, possibly a Chevy.

I'd like to sit down, if you don't mind.

Did you get a licence plate?

The year?

I think it had fins.

And you call yourself a detective.

If you don't have any more questions, I'd like to get outta here.

Yeah, you can go.

Did you call her family?

That's not a job I'm looking forward to.

They live in Connecticut somewhere.

Litchfield, I think.

I can't believe it. She...

We have to get flowers, or...

something.

Look, Moses...

We both feel awful about this,

but, you know, there are other things we've gotta deal with.

What are you talkin' about?

Look, I can't let Lila's death

get linked to us in any way.

Not this close to the election.

You're a cold son of a bitch, you know that?

Don't talk to me about an election.

Look, don't jump all over me.

I feel the same way about her that you do.

But, look,

we have a chance of winning,

and I can't let a murder or anything connected with it jeopardise that.

Now...

You've been found at the scene of a crime.

Don't bother. Don't bother, Sam.

You know, I was walking around for six years in...

in kind of a cloud.

Until Lila Shea walked in, and reminded me of how it was.

Of how I was.

I don't give a damn about Hawthorne.

I don't give a damn about this campaign.

So you don't have to bother...

firing me.

Okay?

I quit.

You should've seen her at Berkeley, man.

She was so beautiful.

I'll call the Sheas.

Suzanne?

Suzanne?

Snyder's Collection Service.

Snyder, this is Moses Wine.

There's a licence number I need an address for.

I hope I don't have to use my own service on you, Moses.

You can depend on me, Snyder, okay?

Okay. What's the number?

The number is 635 QHH.

How soon do you need it?

- Ten minutes ago. - I'll get back to you.

Watch where you're going!

Hold it, hold it, hold it!

That's what I'm trying to do, you know?

Find the guy in the green Chevy.

Now, did you send the roses to the Sheas?

Don't worry about it.

You're a big shot now.

You actually got a call in the daytime.

Let me get the message.

Oscar Procari. He wants to see you at the George Club.

A margarita, por favor.

Moses, are you listening to me?

Moses?

This could be your big chance, kiddo.

Are you paying attention?

Earth to Moses. Moses?

Are you on the pipe again?

I said Oscar Procari at the George Club.

Maybe he's got a job for you.

Are you getting this?

Moses?

Hello?

Get on down.

- With the sound of the music. - CHORUS: J Boogie nights.

- Music, music. - CHORUS: Boogie nights.

Hello.

Hello.

Where are we going?

I'm waiting for my sister.

Couldn't you leave her a note?

How about my car?

Just across the street.

- Okay, what's goin' on? - What are you doing?

Don't bullshit me.

I saw you with Lila Shea yesterday

in front of the Hawthorne headquarters,

and, four hours later, she was dead.

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

Oh, your green Chevy Is a little hard to miss.

I don't know who you are,

I don't know what you want,

and in ten seconds, I'm gonna call the cops.

I'll bet you are.

Luis Vasquez...

Hi!

¡Viva la huelga!

Where is Luis Vasquez?

- What? - Luis Vasquez. Where is he?

He's up in the San Joaquin Valley organising farm...

How do you know he knows anything about Luis Vasquez?

What is going on about Luis Vasquez?

- My uncle has disappeared. - Your uncle?

My brother doesn't trust you.

Es un amigo de Lila Shea.

What did you say about Lila Shea?

She mentioned Lila Shea, right?

What happened to Luis Vasquez?

How the hell should I know?

- ¿Es mentira, eh? - Stop it.

You don't trust me?

I don't trust you, okay?

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me everything you know about Lila Shea,

and then ['ll tell you what I know about Luis Vasquez.

- Luis wanted to talk to Lila privately. - Alora, don't.

We dropped Luis off at Lila's apartment.

When we came back, she was dead, and my uncle was gone.

That's when we saw you for the first time.

Why did he wanna talk with her?

He saw some flyer upstate that was a lie about Hawthorne,

and he said he was the only one who could set it right.

He flew down to speak with someone on Hawthorne's campaign.

Someone who could be trusted.

How did you know Lila?

- A woman's group. - What else?

Something wrong with that?

No, no! No, what could be wrong?

Okay, okay. Enough of this bullshit.

Now, what do you know about Luis Vasquez?

Nothing.

Stop it.

You know, with all the petitions I signed for Vasquez and the farm workers...

¡Muy bien! A liberal.

Oh, low blow.

El gordo isn't gonna hit me again, is he?

Your uncle didn't mention anything about Howard Eppis, did he?

Yes, often.

He called him a phoney terrorist and an opportunist.

I gather they weren't exchanging Christmas cards.

Forget it.

Let's get him outta here, amigos.

Sorry about roughing you up, man.

It's okay. It's okay.

You can't be too careful, man.

Vasquez has a lot of enemies

who'd be glad to see him disappear permanently.

What happened to your arm, anyway?

Ah, there were these four border patrol guys

hassling a buddy of mine...

Now, that's him on the bike.

Thank you.

Afternoon, Mr Wine.

- Mr Procari. - Yeah?

I never thought I'd be standing here talkin' to you.

I picketed you nine years ago

at the Lakeside Country Club.

Did it work?

You're still here.

Why don't we find ourselves a place to sit,

make ourselves comfortable, talk a little business.

Jimmy, mix a couple of your fine martinis, huh?

Let's see, here...

How about right here?

Well, I'm told you represent my son.

Represent him?

Now, Mr Wine...

This rift between the generations has gone on for too long.

It's time we effected a reconciliation.

Well, I think that's very nice, Mr...

I know. I know. I know. Money.

He went pretty deep into the hole before he disappeared,

but I want him to know

that I'll... I'll cover all his debts.

That's very good of you, Mr Procari.

But, the fact is that I don't represent your son.

Well, my secretary said that you...

I'm sorry. She misinformed you.

I'm trying to locate a Mr Howard Eppis.

I thought you might be able to...

- Howard Eppis! - You know him?

That man can rot in hell for all I care.

You know him.

If it wasn't for that snake charmer Howard Eppis,

and those three cohorts of his at that trial of his,

I'd have my son back with me today.

He ruined him,

and he destroyed my family.

If I could get my hands on Howard Eppis,

I'd break him in half.

Do you know that my wife had to be institutionalised after Oscar disappeared?

For whom are you conducting this search?

For myself.

For yourself? What does that mean?

Well, I had a client, but I...

I'm doing it for myself.

For yourself.

This is a matter of personal importance to you, then?

Yes, it is.

Perhaps then, I can be of some assistance to you, Mr Wine,

if you're willing to help me.

If there were any way at all to find my son again,

I would spare no expense to do so.

Let me show you something.

This is the last evidence I have of Oscar,

taken three years ago in Srinagar, Kashmir.

He joined some... some Buddhist sect out there.

Sounds like my ex-wife.

I want you to take up the trail where it left off.

You're of his generation.

I'm prepared to pay first-class air fare,

all your expenses,

as much as you want in advance.

Help me find my son.

Well, I...

Er...

Well, it's very generous of you, Mr Procari,

but, I... I'm not quite... I don't...

This is for you.

- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Moses, I've got some weirdo on the line.

Ah-ha. Same here.

His name is Sam Sebastian.

Wants to meet you at the Triforium at eight o'clock.

Really? All right, no, no, no. Tell him I'll be there.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Er... That was an emergency.

A divorcée.

A gumshoe"s life. You know, I really wouldn't wish it on a dog.

I wanna thank you for the drink, Mr Procari,

but the fact is that I don't even have a passport,

and I do have certain obligations here in town,

but thank you very much for the offer.

I appreciate it. Thank you very much.

Kashmir!

Where have you been?

Oscar Procari's.

What did he say?

He's crazy to find his son. What's up?

We have to rehire you, Moses.

We got big trouble. It could be a catastrophe.

We got a communiqué from Howard Eppis.

"The Free America Party plans its greatest demonstration

"of support for congressman Miles Hawthorne

"on election eve.

"The state, the nation, the whole world will know

"we're behind Congressman Hawthorne,

"so stay clear of the downtown interchanges

"at the Harbor, Hollywood, and San Bernardino freeways

"at six p.m. if you value your own life.

"And keep your eye on the media on election eve."

He means to blow a freeway, right?

- You call the cops? - Yeah.

Well, then, they'll handle it.

No, they won't. They say it's a hoax.

They told me to forget the whole thing.

- Why? - Because they say Eppis is in Cuba.

Do you really think it's Eppis?

I mean, who do you think it is?

I don't know, Sam.

I don't have any real leads.

What if it's somebody else? I mean...

Supposing it's someone you never suspected.

What are you talking about?

What kind of a detective are you?

Don't you ever try another direction?

- Like what? - Like...

I... I don't know. The printers, the freeway.

You have leads. The Free America Party.

Look, we're gonna have hundreds of people killed

and a fascist running the state because of burned-out cynics like you.

Save it!

Look, I'm in trouble.

I need help, so help me, please.

I'll do what I can.

The following is a research tape

on radicalism in the Sixties,

Howard Eppis, and the California Four.

You gotta stop this madness comin' from those meatballs up there.

This is how you do it. You demand

they start responding to the needs of the people.

The enemy is a system that advocates

profit over people.

We will actively resist this system

by mass demonstrations,

and, if need be, by violence in the streets.

Peace now, peace now, peace now!

In San Francisco, anti-war protesters

led by Howard Eppis

and Luis Vasquez of the Farm Workers' Union

went into the third day of demonstrations.

A confrontation broke out with the police.

Sixteen demonstrators were injured and fifty arrested.

Goddamn it! Violence is not the way.

A verdict was reached today

in the trial of the California Four.

Wendy and Michael Linker of the Quaker Youth League,

Luis Vasquez and Howard Eppis, were all found guilty

on fourteen counts of conspiracy, for inciting to riot,

aiding draft resisters, and destroying government property.

Despite efforts by their lawyer, Nicholas Spitzler,

and the financial support of Oscar Procari Jr,

son of industrialist Oscar Procari,

the four face a total of 140 years in prison.

An appeal is pending.

Hundreds of California Four supporters

marched in protest of the court decision.

Meanwhile, in other cities across the nation,

anti-war demonstrations are continuing to gain momentum.

All we are saying...

Look out! Get down, man.

The whole world is watching.

The whole world is watching.

All we are saying.

Is give peace a chance.

Moses Wine?

Will you come with me, please?

What?

Will you come with me, please?

Excuse me. Am I under arrest, or what?

What are we doing at a hotel?

This way.

You guys move the station?

No.

Have a nice day.

May the force be with you.

That's him.

Mr Wine, this is Mr Wilson.

Sit down, please.

Tom, you wanna get this thing off?

Please, be seated.

Your name?

He just told you my name.

Your name, please. In full.

May I ask what this is all about?

The Lila Shea murder.

Name, please.

Moses S Wine.

Address?

3218½ Washington Boulevard.

Occupation?

I'm a private investigator.

How long have you known Howard Eppis?

What?

Please answer the question.

How long have you known Howard Eppis?

I thought this was about the Lila Shea case.

Do you know Howard Eppis?

No, I do not know Howard Eppis.

Did you know Lila Shea?

Yes.

Between the years 1963 and 1967,

at the University of California at Berkeley,

you and Lila Shea were members of...

Amnesty International,

the Committee for a Sane Nuclear Policy,

the Students for a Democratic Society,

the American Civil Liberties Union,

the National Mobilization Against the War in Vietnam,

and the Congress of Racial Equality.

You forgot about the chess club.

Was Howard Eppis a member of these organi...?

I don't have the slightest idea.

Do you know Howard...

I already told you I don't know the man.

I... I've never met the man.

Two days ago,

you and Lila Shea visited Nicholas Spitzler,

formerly attorney for Howard Eppis,

and currently attorney for his co-defendants,

Wendy and Michael Linker.

You then went from Spitzler to see the Linkers

in the maximum security cell

of the Los Angeles Hall of Justice.

At that time,

Wendy Linker wrote the name "Procari",

a missing associate of Howard Eppis,

for you on a slip of paper.

Exactly one half hour after Lila Shea's death,

this flyer was found in the back of your 1969 Volkswagen convertible.

Where is Howard Eppis?

Mr Wine...

You have two small children,

on whom you make maintenance payments

of $265 per month.

Therefore I presume your detective's licence

is of great importance to you,

as is, I presume, your...

freedom.

I needn't remind you that the...

penalty for harbouring a fugitive is two to ten years.

Where is Howard Eppis?

Blow it out your ass!

How many times do I have to tell you, I don't know where he is!

And what makes you think I would tell you if I did?

You are disgusting!

A woman has been murdered, you know.

And you don't give a good goddamn about that.

You don't care a rat's ass about who Killed Lila Shea, do ya?

Turn off the tape recorder.

Turn off the tape recorder! I know my rights.

I don't have to talk to you people.

You got any real evidence on me, let me see it!

Otherwise, call my attorney.

Harold Pak Chung skips.

Why?

If the freeway blows, Hawthorne could lose the election.

Vasquez knows about the phoney flyers.

Lila is in the apartment with Vasquez.

Lila is killed, Vasquez disappears.

Lila is working for Sam.

Sam is looking for Eppis.

Everybody is looking for Eppis.

So where the hell is Eppis?

Could be in the kitchen with Colonel Mustard.

- What, what? - Hi, Dad.

My BEST training starts tomorrow morning at six o'clock.

Suzanne, how do you swallow that crock of shit?

Oh, please, Moses.

Before you start telling me what to do with my life,

take a look at your own, will you?

Hey, I'm doin' okay.

Yeah, you're doing great.

Got a busted marriage, a half-ass career,

and you're about a step from welfare. You're doing terrific.

When I want your advice, I'll ask for it.

That'd be original. The last time you consulted me

was whether to get married or not.

We had no choice.

You had no choice.

I was not the one who was gonna have to go to Vietnam.

Don't blame the marriage on the war, Suzanne.

You wanted the ceremony.

You wanted, and approved, radical lifestyle.

And look what I got. A would-be Marxist gumshoe.

You got what you wanted.

I never got what I wanted. It was always what you wanted.

Oh, please.

You wanted to move to LA, we moved to LA.

You wanted to quit law school.

Right. Lay it all on me.

I thought you were learning to take responsibility.

- When is that gonna happen? - I am taking responsibility.

I'm letting go of all my past bullshit.

Obviously, you're still stuck in it.

How's your arm?

You remember Lila Shea?

Sure. You had the hots for her back in Berkeley.

She was murdered two nights ago.

You all right?

Hello, Moses.

We had an agreement, Suzanne.

That's it.

That's four.

You don't get any more.

What's goin' on?

Howard Eppis says he's going to blow up a freeway.

But Sebastian says Eppis is in Cuba.

However, the cops then call me in

und ask me "vere is Eppis?" But...

Either Sebastian is lying, or...

I know. I know what you're saying.

You mean the police don't talk to the FBI,

and the FBI doesn't talk to the CIA,

and the CIA doesn't talk to Interpol,

and Interpol doesn't talk to anybody.

You're right. You're a very bright little boy.

You're a credit to your family. What time is it?

I'm changing this.

Hey, I wanna watch Francis.

Tough gazook.

It's nonstop ecstasy in my...

Wrong channel.

- I need to watch this. - Congressman Hawthorne,

you've changed your position on capital punishment

four times in the last three years.

Could you tell us where you stand on it now,

and if we can expect you to maintain that stand

in the governor's office?

Well, I'm certainly glad you've given me a chance to, er...

clear up the record on that one, Steve.

As we all know, capital punishment

is a matter of personal conscience.

Now, my own personal views on this matter

I've made clear many, many times before,

and I see no reason now to repeat my stance.

Now, you may feel one way, I may feel another.

But, let me reassure you, whatever your feelings or mine,

I will do my best to uphold the letter of the law.

Senator Dillworthy, a former governor of this state,

once said, "If you've seen one redwood, you've seen them all."”

As a man whose name is often linked

with major lumbering interests,

would you care to comment on this statement?

I'm sure that statement by the former governor

was taken out of context.

What he really meant to say...

...each and every Californian must carry a personal identification card

proving unqualifiedly

whether he is an American citizen, or whether he is not.

That's, er... time, gentlemen.

Thank you for providing us with this stimulating forum.

Wait a minute!

What?

I think I've broken ze case.

Good, Dad.

Keep your eye on the yellow Mercedes.

This may be your only chance

to see a real private investigator in action.

- Big wow! - Big wow, too!

Wise guys.

Now, the detective tails.

Daddy, today can we see Godzilla vs. Megalon?

Daddy!

It's an old detective's trick.

When you're following someone in close quarters,

and you don't want them to recognise you,

you do something totally socially unacceptable

to make 'em turn away.

Wait a minute!

Daddy, is she one of Aunt Sonya's friends?

I don't know.

Now I want you all to get out and vote,

and I hope you all vote for me.

And how are you enjoying the Center, my dear?

- Are you asking me? - Of course.

- You're really asking me? - Yes.

Well, I'll tell ya.

It's the pits.

And ['ll tell you another thing.

- Daddy... - The whole problem exists

because of this ridiculous assumption

that old people must be segregated from society,

and so politicians like you can contain us in grey ghettos,

and exploit us with promises you never intend to keep.

- She's right. - You should listen to her, you goniff.

Thank you. Thank you so much, everyone.

I'm so sorry, but we're gonna have to leave now.

Senator Dillworthy, do you have a comment to that?

Senator Dillworthy is late for the dedication of a new veterans' hospital in Watts.

Thank you all. Thank you so much.

Absolutely no babysitting.

Did I say anything at all?

You're so cute. Oh, you're such a...

Stay in the car.

Hey, wait a minute.

He's talking with someone from Newsweek.

Moses, where you been? I've been trying to reach you.

What you wanna do? Invite me out to lunch in your yellow Mercedes?

Why don't you go to the drive-in?

Er... You know, I'm right in the middle of things right now,

but I do have to talk to you...

Excuse me for a minute.

Do you know what you're doing?

You could've cost us the election right there.

Cost you the election. Isn't that what you want?

- What are you talking about? - Don't play me for a sucker, Sam.

Now, who is the lady in the yellow Mercedes?

- She's got nothing at all to do with... - Don't lie to me!

You lied about Eppis, and Cuba, and the cops,

and that whole goddamn bullshit.

Now, who is the lady in the yellow Mercedes?

You don't wanna talk to me? I'll talk to Newsweek magazine.

- Calm down. - Take your hands off me.

I don't have an answer yet.

You want some help?

"Miriam Powell, 35 years old.

"Lives on Beverly Crescent Drive, divorced,

"and a Dillworthy campaign co-ordinator."”

She's working for us.

What?

Spying.

Look, every campaign's got 'em.

They spy on us, we spy on them.

What are you telling me?

Look, don't believe me if you don't want to.

I can understand that. But don't waste your time on it.

It's got nothing at all to do with Eppis.

Trust me.

Trust you?

I did try to call you. You can check your service.

Look, something's come up.

This came in the mail this morning.

Addressed to "Freeway Division, Hawthorne Headquarters".

Yeah.

You're filled with great leads.

Okay, everybody out.

I told you, Ernie. You know, in future society,

things may be different, but, right now,

this is my pool, and you're cleaning it.

Right, I know. But wait, you don't just clean it...

Listen, you want the job, Ernie?

- Yeah, I do, but what did you say? - All right, listen to me.

I don't wanna see any more pampas grass in the filter.

No, but I skimmed the filter. That's...

Where you're goin'? Don't go.

See, that's what... Excuse me.

That's what I'm sayin'. What did he say?

I don't know. I didn't hear.

No, that's what you don't do.

You gotta drain the pool.

That's what you gotta...

If you don't drain, then you gotta plaster, and add acid...

Buenas tardes, señor.

¿Que desea usted?

Buenas tardes. Er...

We're here, I guess, to see whoever lives here.

Un momentito, por favor.

- ¿Senor? - ¿Que quieres?

Venga, por favor.

- ¿Quién es? - Aquí le habla.

Hey, you're a little early, aren't you?

You're Soccer League, right? Come on. Come on in. Come on.

Hey, Nicholas, they're here already.

- Oh, Nick! - Coming.

Hey, look, like...

Now, remember, none of this winning and losing stuff, huh?

We are not heavy on competition in this household.

It's the... It's the joy of the sport.

We're for that, too, but I think you got the wrong men.

- Moses Wine. - Yeah?

From the Hawthorne campaign.

Not a chance. It's my day off.

- No, no, it's not what you think it is. - No, absolutely...

- One second. Now, something came in... - Call my office, first of next week.

- That I think you oughta... - No, no!

Where'd you get this?

It came in the mail this morning to campaign headquarters.

But, er...

Why don't you kids go out and play in the backyard, huh?

Go ahead.

Well, how much do you want?

Not a penny, Howard.

Not a penny.

Hey, Nicholas, no running, okay?

Forty times I gotta tell ya?

Please!

Mas cerveza, por favor.

No. No, man.

At first, it was not hard to disappear.

It was easy.

There was this whole underground railway set up,

and we were cult heroes like Jesse James.

We had groupies, we had camp followers, the works.

Then something strange started happening.

People got bored.

Style changed, hair got shorter.

It was no longer chic to be radical.

The press turned against me.

Every unsolved crime... "Howard Eppis!”

Amy and I split up.

I hid in the closet for six months.

I was going berserk!

Crazy! I couldn't take it.

I started moving.

Take faceless jobs.

I was a dishwasher in Philly,

garbage man in Duluth,

finally a messenger boy in New York City,

forty-five bucks a week.

Man, I had to get out.

I didn't care if I blew my cover.

So, one day,

I am delivering some coffee and Danish

to Foster Lane, this advertising agency.

I look around at these guys and I say, "Hey, man,

"I can write copy faster than any alcoholic on this floor."

And I do.

I got it, and I did it, and I'm doin' it.

Hell, if you can write Rip It Off, you can write soap commercials.

And then the Interoil account falls into my hands,

they promote me to the coast

and they set me up here in Plastic Land.

Doesn't look too hard to take.

You know why nobody lasts as a revolutionary in this country?

Because it's like being a spoilsport at an orgy.

All those goodies spread out in front of ya,

and you feel like a shit when you say "no".

Do you have any idea at all who's been using your name?

But whoever it is doesn't have to worry, do they?

They know I can't say anything.

Howard Eppis!

Sometimes it feels like I've had a sex change operation.

We shall not, we shall not be moved.

- Let's go! - We shall not.

We shall not be moved, just like a tree.

Standing by the water.

We shall not be moved.

- Black and white together! - Black and white together.

We shall not be moved, yes.

Black and white together, we shall not be moved.

Just like a tree...

Does he do this often?

Four years ago, on the anniversary of the Chicago Convention.

Slogans! Slogans, my friend.

That is what an ad man must come up with,

and I am the best of the lot.

"Never trust anybody over thirty." Whose do you think that was?

- Yours, huh? - Yes! Yes!

"Hey, hey, LBJ, how many kids did you kill today?"

Whose do you think that was, huh?

Oh, Moses. The old days.

The old days.

"Ho Chi Minh.

"ALF is gonna win."

Where's the head?

Over there.

Fresh one.

That your car?

No. Impossible. Mine's in the garage.

It hasn't started for a week.

- Who else knows about you? - Vasquez.

And little Oscar, but I haven't the foggiest where he is.

Get the kids under cover.

- What? - Get the kids under cover, fast.

Lupe, Amy, get in the house!

Come on!

Get in, get in!

Jonas...

Shut up, stupid.

Are you okay? Are you all right?

Jonas. His name was Jonas.

You better get your ass outta here.

The cops are gonna be here any second.

The important thing to remember

is that you've got to take responsibility for yourself.

Now, find your space.

Once you've found the space, create a garden.

It could be a vegetable garden, it could be a fruit garden,

but find it.

And see it as if you're seeing it for the first time.

Explore it, feel it, taste it.

What does it look like? What does it smell like?

And when you have a true sense of this, peel it.

Peel this vegetable.

Become the vegetable.

- Find that there is a core inside... - Suzanne!

- What's going on here? - Suzanne!

Could one of the assistants please remove this man from the room?

Suzanne, I want you to take the kids and get outta here right away.

No-one, but no-one, walks in the middle of a BEST training session.

Really? Don't go home. Check into a hotel.

Don't tell anyone except my answering service where you're gonna be.

Are you listening to me?

Listen, creep,

some son of a bitch just shot at my kids.

- Come on. I'm not kidding. - Well, they're gonna have to

take responsibility for that, aren't they?

That's it.

Just let him go. Let him go.

Where is Sam?

- How should I know? - Do you have any idea where he went?

No, he left here five minutes... Hey, take it easy.

That son of a bitch set me up.

Perry, don't be such an asshole.

I need ten seconds of your life.

It's not gonna kill ya. This is important.

This has to do with a murder. Come on!

Moses! Moses, would you quit bein' a jerk-off gumshoe?

I am not gonna put my ass on the line

to prevent somebody's divorce.

This is not a divorce, Perry! This is the Lila Shea murder.

Now, look, just check on a hood named Jonas for me.

He's six one, he's blond, he's kinda heavyset.

He drives a white Seville Cadillac

with Nevada dealer plates. And he wears maroon...

Look, this is a district attorney's office.

It is not an information centre.

They shot at my kids, Perry.

They shot at my kids!

Perry, you're an up-and-coming young lawyer.

You don't wanna jeopardise your future.

Would you like me to tell them who organised

the Northern California Fair Play for Cuba Committee in 1963?

Or who built the bonfire for the draft card burning

in Golden Gate Park in 1967?

Huh? I can go on.

No.

Then snap up.

I'll be down in the lobby mainlining Dr Pepper.

Oh, and while you're at it,

find out everything you can about a guy named Sam Sebastian.

Why?

Or the Ho Chi Minh rally in 1968?

Well, I can't tell you much about Sebastian.

He works for the Hawthorne campaign, and, before that,

he could've dropped down from the moon for all we know.

This guy, is this... this your man?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

His name is Jonas Craw,

and he's a hit man,

and he's the kind of guy that works with the Mafia.

Where do I find him?

Find him?

You think if we knew that, we'd be letting him run around loose, huh?

Fifteen years ago, he lived in Jersey City.

But, since then, he's left a trail of corpses.

- Thanks, Perry. - Moses.

Moses!

If this guy's lookin' for ya, you better get lost.

Hi, guys.

Vivaldi. Four Seasons.

"Summer.” Don't you like classical music?

Thanks for coming.

Where is Luis Vasquez?

Answer!

The kid's finished.

Hold it. Wait a second. Wait a second!

We gotta find out if there's a bomb. Huh?

Who are you working for?

All right. Who's your contact? Sam Sebastian?

What contact?

Hurt him.

Now... Now! Who's your contact?

A Korean.

Pak Chung. Electronics, huh?

Explosives, huh?

Perfect. Now where's he gonna blow the freeway?

I don't know.

- Where? - Where's he at?

Downtown some place.

Downtown? That's all you know, huh?

Where is Luis Vasquez?

- A gook took him. - Where?

- I don't know. - Okay, okay.

Why'd you Kill Lila Shea?

- Who's Lila Shea? - Who is Lila Shea?

You killed Lila Shea when you kidnapped Luis Vasquez.

She was in the way.

She was in the way, huh?

She was in the way!

No, no, don't!

Relax. It's all right. I'll take care of it.

Now, you want to tell me where Luis Vasquez is?

I don't know.

- Where?! - I don't know.

Something to do with flamingos.

Flamingos?

Hold it a second. We're not getting anywhere with this.

Look, look, there are three interchanges downtown. We have to cover all of them.

Alora, I want you to call some of your friends.

Tell 'em we can find Vasquez.

Hold it a second.

Let me have the police right away. This is an emergency.

Hello. Who am I talking to?

Sergeant Howard? This is Warren Michaels.

In twenty minutes, I'm gonna blow the living shit

out of the freeway system in Los Angeles.

Damn!

Miles Hawthorne has the answers.

Put power in the hands of the people.

Put Miles Hawthorne in the governor's seat.

Exercise your American heritage

and vote for Miles Hawthorne,

the people's friend.

Miles Hawthorne speaks for the people on all the key issues.

Citizens of California,

this is Luis Vasquez of the farm workers,

expressing my deep support

for Congressman Miles Hawthorne for governor.

Vote for Hawthorne.

Support Proposition 9 on election day tomorrow.

Vote por Miles Hawthorne.

Miles Hawthorne speaks for the people

on all the key issues,

taxes, education, busing, the courts, energy...

Hawthorne in the governor's seat. Get out and vote.

Miles Hawthorne. The people's friend.

The farm workers, expressing their deep support

for Congressman Miles Hawthorne for governor.

Miles Hawthorne speaks for the people

on all the key issues...

Goddamn. "Flamingos"!

Miles Hawthorne speaks for the people.

Get out and vote tomorrow. Exercise your...

Don't do that.

Don't touch that.

I said stop it.

Don't do that!

Citizens of California, this is Luis Vasquez of the farm workers...

Hi there, members of the media.

This is Howard Eppis of the Free America Party

taking full credit for the freeway explosion.

And this is just a taste of the trouble you'll have

if you don't elect Miles Hawthorne for gov...

Miles Hawthorne has the answers.

Put power in the hands of the people.

Who have we got here?

Luis Vasquez. He's been drugged.

- He'll be okay. - He was tied up in that van.

Once again, Mr Wine.

You said that you encountered Mr Pak Chung

at the Rainbow Poker Club in Gardena, California.

What were you doing there at that time?

I already told ya.

Tell me again.

I was working for the Hawthorne campaign.

I was checking out the phoney flyers.

How many times you wanna hear it?

When are you gonna pick up Sam Sebastian?

I'm telling you, man.

He's got all the answers. Everything you wanna know.

I want you to account for your time

on the day following your trip to the Rainbow Poker Club.

I started out in the East LA barrio,

lookin' for the guys in the green Chevy.

What about Sebastian? He tried to kill my kids.

He tried to kill Lila Shea. Are you listening?

You think it's a coincidence that this happened

the night before the election?

He was trying to fix the election.

Four-thirty p.m., you telephoned police headquarters.

Oh, for Christ's sake, man!

Mr Wine, you not only may not go home tonight,

you may not go home for the next twenty years.

I'm not lying, man!

Everything I'm tell...

Burke! He can tell ya.

Burke!

- Hello, Harry. - How you doin'?

Everything I'm telling to you is straight, man.

Officer, my name is Oscar Procari Jr.

I'm sorry I tricked you with that note, Moses,

but I had to let you know it wasn't Eppis who wrote the flyers.

I want to talk about my father.

I've tried to disassociate myself from him.

From his power and from his greed.

But when I heard the name "Pak Chung",

I realised my father had to be the one behind all this.

I knew he despised me

and was still seeking revenge on me

and the California Four.

He always wanted to prove that the things I believed in

were poisonous and vile.

That only a privileged sector should rule.

But I never thought his insane ideas

could lead him to endanger all those lives.

Is it true that Harold Pak Chung

was your chief technical adviser in Saigon?

Did he try to blow up the freeway to throw the election to Dillworthy?

Why were you gonna blame the explosion on Howard Eppis?

Did you want revenge on all the California Four?

Did you kidnap Luis Vasquez?

Why did you want Luis Vasquez killed?

Were you getting back at the California Four

because they were out to destroy your son?

Did you know your son was working for Hawthorne under an assumed name?

Were you trying to fix the election to get back at your son?

Did you know your son was turning in evidence against you?

Did you have Lila Shea killed?

How much were you gonna profit from Dillworthy's election?

Mr Procari, would you please comment on how you feel

about your son turning in evidence against you?

Did you do all this for vengeance against the California Four, sir?

The people who really count, you know,

the people in the know,

are very much aware of the fact that I solved this case.

And you knew it was Procanny all the time?

- Procari. - Yeah, whatever.

And you knew?

Well, I sort of...

No, no.

How come he kidnapped that Mexican guy?

'Cause Vasquez knew everything.

Vasquez knew that Eppis was not responsible for the flyers,

'cause he knew that Eppis had given up politics for barbecues.

And he also knew

that Sam Sebastian was not Sam Sebastian,

but Oscar Procari Jr.

A son changing his name "cause he couldn't stand his father.

I'll buy that.

Wise guy.

You know, Mom was wrong.

About what?

About you.

You turned out to be a pretty good detective after all.

He's gonna do it again.

I'm not responsible if you break the other arm!

Ah... shit!

Daddy, will you sing us a song?

Yeah, of course.

Arise, ye prisoners of starvation.

- Oh, come on! - Okay.

I went to the animal fair.

The birds and the beasts were there.

The big baboon by the light of the moon.

Was combing his auburn hair.

The monkey, he got drunk.

And rode on the elephant's trunk.

The elephant sneezed and fell to his knees.

And that was the end of the monk, the monk, the monk.

The monk, the monk, the monk.

Sing some more. Sing "Yankee Doodle".

- "Yankee Doodle"? - My version.

Your version is too dirty.

- I went to the animal fair. - JACOB: Boo-boo!

- The birds and the beasts were there. - JACOB: Woo-woo!

The big baboon by the light of the moon.

Was combing his auburn hair.

- The monkey, he got drunk. - JACOB: Woo-woo!

And stepped on the elephant's trunk.

The elephant sneezed, and fell to his knees.

And that was the end of the monk, the monk, the monk.

The monk!

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