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'She was wearing nothing underneath.'

'She was wearing
nothing underneath, stop.

'I moved my eyes slowly,
deliberately up her long, black legs,

'across her flat, glistening torso,

'over her rounded breasts
to her face, stop.

'It wasn't beautiful
but it was lived in, stop.

'I chewed her ear
and whispered "kitten", stop.

'Black thoughts
were transmitted, stop.

'I put my hand on her... '

'I slammed my fist in his face
as hard as I could, stop.

'There was the sound
of crunching bone, stop.

'BIood spattered everywhere
like a burst water mains, stop.

'I smashed my knee into his... '

'I took the whip from the wall
and cracked it across his back, stop.

'To my amazement, comma,
he squealed with delight.

'Everyone walking this earth
has a secret closet

'he'd rather left closed, stop.'

'His face was like
a crushed red pepper, stop.

'No wonder my fist throbbed, stop.
And that wasn't all that throbbed.

'I had just opened one of those closets
without knocking, and stood staring in.

'I cracked the whip again, stop.

'This time across his...

'I kissed her lightly on the cheek and
slipped quietly from the room, stop.

'End of paragraph.

'Chapter 13.
Outside I hailed a cab, stop.

'Its tires screeched on the tarmac
as it drew up and stopped.

"'Take me to the asylum," I said.

'The driver laughed.
That was all he said.

'The taxi pulled away.'

Have you got a light?

'The day started quietly enough..
Then I got out of bed.

'That was my first mistake.

'My second was
to try and get from here... to here.

'That's how it all began.

'That bizarre adventure which put
five people in the cemetery,

'and ruled me out
as a customer for laxatives.

'At the time, I was living abroad.

'I was already a writer,
having three years before left London

'and a lucrative job as a funeral director.

'It was the family business of my wife,

'whom I'd deserted
together with my three children.

'Handling stiffs was hardly
the life for someone

'with a burning creative urge.

'So, I elbowed the loved ones.'

I left some tapes here for transcription.
The name is King.

- In English?
- Preferably.

Please, you wait.

'The writer's life
would be ideal but for the writing.

'That was a problem I had to overcome.

'Then, I read in the Guinness Book
of Records about Earl Stanley Gardner,

'the world's fastest novelist, who
can dictate up to 10,000 words a day.

'That was for me. None of that
romantic stuff with a typewriter.

'I had better uses
for those two particular fingers.

'My full name is Chester Thomas King.

'AIthough most people call me Mickey
for reasons I won't go into.

'You may have read some of my
early works. No that you'd know them.

'My publisher didn't see
Chester Thomas King

'as the name of a best-selling author.

'He preferred such authors
as Guy Strange, Gary Rough,

'Dan Wild and Les Behan.

'I was all those and others.

'I was co-authors Susan Eager
and Paul S. Cumming.

'The newly discovered Indian writer,
Doctor O.R. Gann, spelt with two N's,

'and the struggling Nigerian author,
S. Odomy, with the emphasis on the "O".

'None of them exactly made
Book of the Month Club.'

- Mr King?
- Yes.

Could I have a word with you?

Yes.

Please, take a seat.

- Cigarette?
- No, thank you.

Our work here is mainly
technical specifications,

insurance and shipping documents,
company reports and legal contracts.

Your manuscript took my staff
rather by surprise.

- They finished it, though?
- Of course.

Of course.

May I ask who normally
types your work?

My mother.

- Your mother?
- Yes, she prefers it to knitting.

Listen. If you don't want my custom,
you just have to say so.

What I read I personally found
very stimulating.

- And your staff?
- Too stimulating.

But they have no taste for such things.

My private address,
if I can ever be of assistance.

Thank you.

Are your books in any way
autobiographical?

Totally.

What an exciting life you must have had,
even better than Frank Harris.

Oh, Frank was a novice.

You have my card.
Don't hesitate to touch me.

'Yes, I remember
that day all right.

'Around noon I'd collected
the manuscript of my latest novel,

"'The Organ Grinder".

'Looking back, I should have realized
something was up.

'A man had been tailing me
for over two weeks. And I knew it.

'I thought my wife must have
employed a private dick.'

'I did ask him, but he got upset.

'He was too big to upset twice,
so I tried to ignore him,

'which in this case was difficult.'

'Later I was to find out
who he was, that tame gorilla

'who followed my everywhere.

'I rode a cab round to my publisher,

'Milos Marcovic,
a Greco-Albanian born in Budapest,

'whose talent
for writing book covers is such

'that even the author
doesn't recognize his own work.'

Sylvana. Get this down.

'Marcovic was responsible

'for all the aggravation
that was about to hit me.'

Hollywood, an empire in decay, comma.

Ruled by a twisted emperor, comma.

And the desires and tantrums...

of a strange girl whose secret
became a big screen

Technicolor nightmare.
New paragraph.

Sam Nectar was his name.

An unknown oriental girl
was his obsession.

Sam cast her as a Negro slave,

only to find himself cast as a slave
to her desires. New paragraph.

What the critics said.

"Tense, exciting, enjoyable."
Times Literary Supplement.

'The office attracted
leading writers from all over Europe.

'Marcovic never quite understood why.
Nor did he care very much.

'- His life was dominated by
- A weak bladder.'

Signor Marcovic.

- I didn't get all the quotes down.
- Later.

Open, you son of a bitch!!
Why is this door always sticking?

Oh Jesus, I'm bursting.

Oh, God.

I beseech you. One last favor.

Open this door.

- Thank you.

Why? Why?
Why have you deserted me?

Do you want to hear
my confession, honey?

What have I done wrong?

My name is Dinuccio,
I got an appointment.

- Take a seat, please.
- I'll kneel.

Show me a sign, Lord!

Knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
King of kings.

Or was it St Matthew?

How old is this man?

He says he's 62.
He'll really be 65 next autumn.

- You want to publish on his birthday?
- Correct. Blue.

Went in like it had eyes.

'His name was Ben Dinuccio..
It was the nicest thing about him.

'He said he handled PR
for an important man

'who wanted me
to write his life story.

'Trouble was,
he couldn't tell us who,

'although he stated categorically
that it wasn't Howard Hughes.'

Why me?

He likes your style, fellow.
Read all your books.

"Kill Me Gently", "My Gun Is Long",
"The Knee Trembler". All of them.

He knows I've never ghosted
anyone's life story?

So start now. Besides,
you're Sagittarius, which is just great.

- How do you know that?
- I know everything about you.

From your wife's maiden name
to your inside leg measurement.

We don't take no risks.

- Encouraging.
- Be flattered. Green.

What a shot!!
I'm a pistol, ain't I?

What's going on out there?

What are those signs saying?

'For law and order, vote
Prince Cippola and the New Front Party.'

- Are those characters for real?
- Yes.

Jesus wept!
They don't look so new to me. Yellow.

I'm all for law and order.
You for law and order, Mickey?

Theirs or mine?

I still don't see why you want me.

It's simple. You're elected. The old man
is getting ready for the big sleep.

Excuse me?

Certainly. It's the first door to the right,
it's marked 'toilette'. Brown.

He's headed for the last round-up

and he wants something
to be remembered by.

A death rattle in paperback, eh?

He's got more stories than the Bible.

Crazy stuff. All you gotta do
is write it down. Black.

Oh, I think
that's absolutely marvelous!

Great! Stay out of it. OK?

OK, take it.

Hold it! That's great.

Thank you, ladies. Thanks a lot.
I appreciate your kindness.

Just win, dago.

Come on, you beautiful thing.

How are things
down there at the offices?

- Nuts!
- Oh!

- Pinko.
- He's American?

Indelibly.

He's famous?

A household word.

Like 'sink'.

What are you two worrying about?
You got nothing to lose.

You get a month's vacation at his villa,
a cash advance and a fat fee.

You get the publishing costs
plus a slice of the profits.

Black.

What's my fat fee?

'Correction..
For fat fee, read blood money.'

Wanna play, Mickey?

'Two days later, I was traveling south,
destination unknown.

'Dinuccio was so full
of the James Bond crap,

'it had to be a private jet
bound for Miami

'and a mysterious hostess
to loosen my safety belt.

'Did I have a wrong number?

'A five-day package tour,
and for me a personalized mystery trip.

'That freak Dinuccio had come up
with a new idea of hell.

'My instructions said that someone
would contact me along the way.

'I looked the passengers over
for a possible contact man.'

'Hello, little fella. Hello! '

'A bunch of balloons!!
Not a dirty thought between them.

'That would've been too much.

'The immovably chaste
girl said, "Over my dead body."

'He took her at her word.'

'Don't spend another night alone.

'Send for the fantastic date-maker.

'It's the greatest device
for getting intimate with girls

'you have long admired.'

'Come on, look at me.

'You are beautiful. I want you alone
on a slow coach to China.'

'My God,
she's trying to make me.'

'Dinuccio had
a lousy sense of humor.

'I tipped my seat back
and waited for the tap on the shoulder.'

Ladies and gentlemen,
you'll be arriving at our hotel

in about five minutes.

As we climb the steep road,

you will have
a magnificent view of the city

on your right-hand side of the coach.

Mind if I use that?

No, fine.

Fantastic.

'Contact was made
as we neared our first stopover.

'He identified himself
with one of my books.

'A nice touch that,
and good for my royalties.'

You're English.

Right through, yes.

On vacation?

Sort of a... working holiday.

- What do you do?
- I write.

What do you write? Mister?

- King.
- Jack Miller.

What?

What do you write?

Gangster fiction.

Pulp would be less pompous
and more accurate.

You're talking to an addict.

I practically eat them.

'They'd given the job
to a screwball.

'AII that reading had gone
to his stomach.

'He was constipated with pulp,
and now it was coming out, all over me.'

Rose MacDonald...

- You've read Rose MacDonald?
- Not since Mother died.

The best, I think.

What books have you written?

How about "My Gun Is Long"?

You're kidding! You wrote that?

Yes, I am the real Guy Strange.

That's very good.

Oh, you have great taste, Mr Miller.

'Sensual, brutal,

'Mr Strange provides us
with a devil's dictionary

'of our secret visions and desires.'

It's dedicated to my wife.

You put yourself down.
Shouldn't do that.

You've got a good hero here
in Brad Mason.

Here's a man who clearly sees
the animal in himself

and he's not ashamed...

Why don't we cut the crap
and talk straight?

- Your plot line is thin.
- It is, is it?

- Relies too much on coincidence.
- It does?

Puts your story
beyond the bounds of believability.

Well... how about this
for believability?

I know all about you, Mr Miller.

- Excuse me.
- Surely.

'It was like I had halitosis,
and that made me mad.

'OK, so I'd jumped the gun
and spoilt his game.

'That was no reason
for acting like a big girl.

'I made up my mind.

'If Miller didn't get over his menopause
by morning, I'd quit the job.

'Things started happening
sooner than that.'

Vodka and tonic, please.

Thank you.

'While the armchair adventurers
were packed away in their rooms,

'I sat in the bar thinking.

'What kind of nut wanted me
to write his life story?

'A Mafia boss on the run?
A defrocked priest? Adolf Hitler?

'I still didn't understand
all the secrecy.

'As fiction,
it was a guaranteed rejection slip.'

King.

Room 313.

- Have you got the key, sir?
- No.

It's probably in the lock.
The boy will show you up. Boy!

Room 313.

- What are you doing here?
- I hope you don't snore, Miller.

Ah! You're supposed to be in 213.

- They brought me in here.
- That's OK. I'll take your room.

I have to watch my image.

Just a minute.
This shouldn't have happened at all.

I bet you say that to all the boys.

'I took dinner early..
It was part of the package and free.

'I wore my royal blue suit with shirt,
tie and matching handkerchief,

'black moccasins, mauve socks
and a fresh pair of jockey pants

'in case of assassination.

'I'd bathed, shaved and taken
a dry martini in the bar. I was to need it.'

A tomato salad,
spaghetti with butter.

- No sauce, you understand?
- Mmm.

Spinach with two eggs.

You a vegetarian?

I'll have a plate of courgette.
Again, just butter.

And get me a bottle of mineral water.

- You are a vegetarian?
- Yes.

Why is that?

I don't like the killing of animals.

We are from Texas.

- What about fish??
- Occasionally.

See, I told you, they're all alike.

We are from Texas.

Of course you are, dear boy.
Of course you are.

- Eggs?
- Yes.

Cheese?

They're all organic matter.

"'Contrariwise,''
continued Tweedle-Dee.

"If it was so, it might be;
if it were so, it would be;

"but as it isn't, it ain't.
That's logic."

The words of Lewis Carroll,
my dear lady.

But I'll put it more succinctly.

Piss off!

Paging Mr King!

'Miller didn't show
at feeding time.

'I wanted to see him again.
We were due for another talk.

'The page boy was right on cue.'

Thank you.

'Miller wanted to see me in room 313.
It was the long arm of coincidence.'

Miller?

Miller?

What's the matter with you?
Waterlogged? Hey!

'I thought it was
red bath salts at first.

'Then I knew he'd get his picture
in the paper. He'd been knifed.'

'Jack Francis Miller, senior
lecturer in English, Berkeley University.

'I was dumb enough to wonder
what he was doing as my contact man.

'The answer was, he wasn't.

'I wondered who he was,
the poor dead bastard.

'Why had he panicked on the bus
when I put the finger on him?

'I was in for a surprise.

'The guy was a fag, a transvestite.

'That explained his panic,
but not his death.

'An ugly thought made my waters curdle.
That should have been me in there.'

'Miller was
my stand-in with death.'

'Morning. It was election day,
so the muzak at breakfast

'was a little unusual.

'I ordered tomato juice, then cancelled
out of respect for the dead.

'I didn't fancy a bath, either.

'I expected the place to be moving with
police like maggots in a ripe Camembert.

'Not one. Not a cop, tracker dog
or bandage mechanic.

'Not a reporter, photographer or
clairvoyant in sight. That didn't figure.'

"The further off from England,
the nearer it is to France.

"And turn not pale, beloved snail;
But come and join the dance."

"Can you walk a little faster,
said the whiting to the snail.

"There's a porpoise close behind me
And he's treading on my tail."

I've read it 117 times.

"Alice in Wonderland".

117 times. Starting again tomorrow.

Yes, well, you've picked
the right tour for it.

"'Begin at the beginning,' the King said
gravely. 'Go on to the end and stop."'

'They should've found him by now.

'Of course, Miller may have
asked for a late call.

'Very late. Judgment Day.

'I left the Mad Hatter and decided to take
a trip down memory lane past room 313.

'My mouth went dry. The door was open
and the room cleaned out.'

Hello?

'The corpse had checked out.'

Hello!

Inspector Clouseau in drag.

The man who was here...
Where is he?

Ah!

Yes, that's what I thought. OK.
Grazie.

- Yes, Mr King?
- Mr Miller, room 313.

I'm afraid he left early this morning.

- You sure?
- He had to go back to America suddenly.

- Did you actually see him leave?
- Yes.

Thank you.

"Curiouser and curiouser."

1,373, Mr Balmoral.

'Miller was dead and now gone,
checked into the Hotel Paradiso.

'But we weren't, the killer and I.

'We were still earth travelers,
probably sharing the same lousy bus.

'The guy was no dum-dum.

'It wouldn't be long before he knew
he'd got the wrong man.

'This story was like
some pornographic photograph.

'Difficult to work out
who's doing what and to whom.

'I was still trying when we reached
the Temples of Zonk.'

And the gods were angry,
anyways, and decided

to send a thunderbolt to the city of sin.

Now some personages nowadays
would call that punishment,

or smelly revenge, depending on
your point of view or state of mind.

But this was a warning
to such personages

to stop bad ways of having fun
and to clean themselves up.

It was a very big warning.

All people still in bed
when the thunderbolt blow out of the sky,

with many still drunk
with a sexual potion.

They do not know what hit them.

In the museum you will see
plaster casts of people

in very interesting death positions.

The poet, Memphis, describe it

as "the greatest coming
since Zeus fell upon his wife".

And then the city sank into the sea.

Follow me please,
out this way and over there.

What do you think
of Zonk's temple, Mr King?

- How do you know my name?
- Dinuccio's waiting.

- My bags are in the coach.
- Not any more.

- A ghost city for a ghost writer.
- You're so kind.

'So, the contact man was a girl.

'It was the first time I'd fancied
Robin Hood, which wasn't healthy.

'That made me think of Miller again.'

- I'm so glad we bought you.
- We?

You haven't met Preston yet.

- Preston?
- He's my sugar daddy.

And you have a very sweet tooth, eh?

The sweetest.

'Her mouth was wet and warm.

'She moved against me, a perfect fit.

'I could feel the fire in her loins.

'It was warm, scalding warm,
and wanting to be fanned.

'Her tongue went deep.
It was alive and wet and very shocking.

'I had visions of refueling in space.'

Come on!!
I've got more things to show you.

There are many important things.

Come! Follow me. Follow me.

Behind these doors are things that
are not to the eye of ladies or children.

The people of Zonk have made
rude things on these walls.

Things haven't changed
very much in 2,000 years.

Which brings us back to sugar daddy.

Who is he?

Preston Gilbert.

Preston Gilbert?

Is he still alive?

Mario!

Mario! I'm done!

Mario, you gone to sleep again,
you bastard?

I'm getting barbecued in here! Aargh!

So, you're his third cousin removed?

I was hitch-hiking around Europe
and he gave me a lift.

I'm sure he did.

It's not like that. I feel sorry for him.
He's an old man.

With an old bank account.

He was on top a long time.
Now, he misses the excitement.

The parties and the bright lights,
all that bullshit.

He keeps me like his court jester.

So you tickle his funny bone.

Tell me, how long ago was it
that he left Hollywood?

About, er... 15 years ago.

Just a minute.

I'm getting some very bad vibrations.

Wasn't there talk of Mafia connections?

Talk.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but didn't his roles on and off screen

get slightly confused?

But that happens to all actors.

But with one big difference.

He always played the same role.

Don't you see I'm burnt?

When I holler Mario...
Mario, that is your name!

Remember, that's your name!

Keep that thing on so you can hear me
and the other thing in your ear!

- I'm not paying you good money...
- Sorry, boss.

Don't talk "sorry, boss" till I finish.

I'm not paying for you to sit
on your fat ass and go to sleep.

Don't stand so close to me!
Don't ever stand close to me!

Now, get in here! I'm gonna sweat you
down to size, buster.

Go on, get in there! That's right.
Get in there and stay in there!

You see this. When you come out
of there, you'll be this tall.

Why didn't Gilbert get me on the phone
instead of all this mystery tour crap?

He enjoys playing life-size chess.

Filthy pictures
from Temple of Zonk, signore.

He's a two-bit blown-out film star,
not God.

Don't lose your cool, ghost writer.
Think of all the bread you're making.

- Are these really on the walls in there?
- Si, signore.

The League of Decency
would've loved this place.

Sex wasn't dirty then.

- You want, signore?
- No, no.

I'm too young. Besides, these fellows
give me an inferiority complex.

I meant what I said about Gilbert.

Miller was too dead to agree with me,
but he would've done.

Who is Miller?

Oh, just a man who was knifed
in my room last night.

- What's that got to do with Preston?
- I'll tell you when I've found out.

Bodies belong in the mortuary,
not in my bath.

You shouldn't be surprised, darling.
After all, you are the ghost writer.

What's this, then? The family runabout?

- Never use that word, Mickey..
- What word?

Family!
Nice to see you, hop aboard.

OK, Tony, take us for a ride.

So it's Preston Gilbert.

Big mouth!
I was supposed to tell him.

'I was getting in very deep..
Things were moving too fast to bail out.'

I've been with Preston for 32 years.
I started with him as a gofer.

"Let's go for coffee,
go for this, go for that."

After nine years,
he made me a partner.

'Gilbert was one
of the screen's immortal mobsters,

'hero-worshipped and imitated
around the world.

'The way he talked and acted,
beating up the big boys,

'manhandling the women,
appealed to audiences everywhere.'

His father was a nothing,
a real nothing,

a small-time gonzo that disappeared
when Preston was three.

Personally, I think he wound up
as an automobile fender.

'That made me feel nervous.

'Inside most men there's a tough guy
trying to get out.'

'A book on Gilbert was certain
to make money, a lot of money.

'That made me feel good.'

I remember he used to send a broad,
after his first date,

eleven yellow tea roses with a card

which said, "The twelfth is you."
He didn't get that from no screen script.

He thought it up himself.
He had class.

Boffed every leading lady
he ever worked with.

Don't worry,
Tony knows every bump in the road.

'Gilbert's place was
on a small, exclusive island,

'a kind of rich man's Alcatraz.'

Home sweet home, Mickey.
Home sweet home.

'I didn't feel so good again.

Preston!

Mr Gilbert was born here, went to the
States with his uncle when he was 12.

Oh, there's his mother.
Brought her here when he came back.

Hi, Mrs Stompanato. Where's Preston?

She loves it. Hasn't known herself
since she's come back.

Really brought herself out after
all those years on the breadline.

Preston still must be changing.
I'll take you up.

A tip. As soon as you get in, sit down.

He's here, Preston..
Hiya, Mick!

Good luck, kid.
Chin up. Stiff upper lip.

Sit down!!
Make yourself at home!

Sure, Mick, I knew all the boys
in the old days.

Al Capone, Bugsy Siegel,
yeah, Bugs Moran.

Ha-ha! You bet I did.
Yeah, Mick, they...

...they all loved me.

They all loved me.
Why shouldn't they?

What the hell!

On the screen,
I gave them class, didn't I?

So, how come I didn't win an Oscar?

Hey, do me a favor, will you?

Change the record, please?
Put on one of the old ones.

I like the old ones.

That immigration department,

they're tougher than any hoods
or gangsters I ever worked for.

Mick, they're nothing
but a bunch of hypocrites.

They waited until I was
a little on in years,

had a little mileage on me,
then they went after me.

When I was asked to leave the country,
do you think the fans gave a damn?

Like hell they did. That's what hurt.

I couldn't even go to a club
throughout the United States, all over,

Chicago, Cleveland, you name it,

without some idiot taking a swipe at me,
trying to hit me in the jaw.

Well, that's the fans for you.

You do them a favor by living out
their fantasies for them, and then...

they get jealous.

Gangsters weren't
the only guys I knew, Mick.

Jack Kennedy, I knew him. He was
no gangster. He was a pal of mine.

Look what happened to him.

Sure, I've gotta admit it, Mickey...

I worked for a lot of the big boys
before I went out to Hollywood.

What the hell? I figured
I'd already paid my debt to society.

I was killed in over 80 movies, wasn't I?

Ah! Hello, Mickey.
Glad you could come over.

Ah, sit down, son.

It's, er... gonna be a great book.

It's gonna be a real great book,
I'll tell you that.

You hungry? Come on with me,
I'll feed you.

No, really, I mean, er...
they're nice people.

Simple, but they understand
after a while.

Somebody wonders
why you live with them.

I was actually born here.
I went to the States when I was four.

There's my old mother.
Hello, Mama. Hello, sweetheart.

Can't hear a goddamn thing.
Deaf as a doornail.

Hello, hello, you big
long-legged whore, you! Ha-ha!

All right. Hey, Benny!
Has Mama eaten this week?

Um... yeah.

All right. Come on, come on down!
Hurry up! Let's eat.

You get a great appetite with
this weather. We serve good grub too.

Wait till you see what we have.
Anything you want. You'd be surprised.

Yeah, we got coffee, everything...
Pastrami. I had some flown in last week.

Come on, Benny, let's go, move it!
I'm hungry.

Move your ass, before I'm too old
to enjoy this meal. I'm kind of hungry.

You hungry, bitch, huh?
She's a beauty.

Dear Lord, bless this meal we're about
to receive in Christ's name. Amen.

Surprise you, Mickey?
I'm a good Catholic.

- Liz, like to hop in the sack with him?
- Oh, Preston.

"Oh, Preston." Don't give me that shit.
Been trying to make her for over a year.

But I ain't been able to score. (Laughs)

Mama must have heard me
say grace, at least.

Look at her go. Sit down, Mama.

Ah, Mick...

You know, some idiot's
been trying to rub me.

Really? Who?

Who?
Obviously a professional contract.

Guy goes under the name of Miller.

And I suppose he teaches English
at Berkeley University.

Why would you say that?

I write crap like this every day,
it's my job.

- He was murdered last night.
- Mama, you can...

He was murdered last night?

- Are you kidding me?
- (Mickey) Liz?

Damn right, he isn't.

Murdered last night?

- Benny, did you hear that?
- I heard.

They finally squashed
that bastard. Ha-ha!

I don't have to worry anymore.
I don't have to say my prayers anymore.

- What?
- I'll explain it to you later.

I want you to write that book.
Forget her. She doesn't speak English.

I'll give you all that shit about
the old days, everything else.

And look... You know how every book
starts with a quotation.

My book should start with a quotation,
too. Let's see... How's this?

"We've all..."
Yeah, this is it.

"We've all passed
a lot of water since then."

Samuel Goldwyn.

'Gilbert certainly
wasn't tight with the dialogue.

'He talked non-stop for a week,
enough for a good fat book.

'But he never mentioned Miller again.

'The trip to the mainland was to be
an end-of-book party. Some party!

'Dinuccio had a premonition the ferry
would sink and refused to come,

'Mama received a visitation from
the Virgin and wouldn't get out of bed,

'and the scar on my leg
screamed at me not to go.'

Jesus, I feel marvelous.

I hope it lasts.

You don't have to worry about me.

- I'm not worried about you.
- Hmm?

Nothing.

- What's the matter?
- It's a wound in my leg.

Oh. The war?

No. A coffin fell on me.

- Was it empty?
- No, it was full.

'There was another thing
about that day.

'It was the anniversary
of his father's death.

'A date they now share.

"Come Back To Sorrento",
"Come Back To Sorrento"! Better.

Keep it, keep it!

I meant together!

Watch the ending!

Finish together!

Bravo!

All right, all right.

So, you're Mickey King?

Superstar's Boswell.
Did he tell you about me?

If you're Lon Chaney, yes.

I've been married five times.
All hard bitches. She was my third.

You should meet the other four.
Betty's my name.

You're the one
that's married to Prince...

...Cippola.

You know,
you're my very first princess.

Am I?

- I bet that was a fairy-tale romance.
- On the contrary.

The prince is very hetero.

Isn't that right, superstar?

- Isn't he big in the New Front?
- Of course.

But he was a Christian Democrat
when I married him.

Yeah.
That does make a difference.

Do you like being the wife
of a politician?

- Kissing babies and all that.
- I don't stop at babies.

Are you trying to canvas me,
princess?

I can always use a floating voter.

- But I don't have a title.
- King's good enough.

Come up to my castle some time.
This weekend's fine for me.

Betty!

What special qualities
did you need to be a princess?

Only one.
I'm very good in bed.

So I've been told.

Hey, you guys!

Money, money, money!

Hey! Hit the bottom for that.

You know, Mick, how I used
to make my living in the old days?

- As a pimp.
- After that.

This'll kill you. Watch.

Oh! Oh, God, not again!

Not that same boring routine.

- He does it every year.
- What?

His party bit. It's embarrassing.

So why do you come
if it's that bad?

I never miss his father's anniversary.
Never.

Oh, no!

Watch this now..
Watch this!

We didn't order spaghetti, did we?

We didn't order spaghetti.

- You didn't order spaghetti?
- No. Ah!

Madame, I'm so sorry.
You didn't order spaghetti.

Oh, sir, excuse me. I'm so sorry.
You don't like my spaghetti, sir?

You don't like my father?

- I have nothing to do with him.
- But with my spaghetti.

- Oh, I'm so sorry, madam. Excuse me.
- (Man) We've had enough of this!

Everybody's had enough. The boss
is gonna take me to the cleaners.

What do you think he's gonna do?
I'm in trouble up to here.

Would you like a banana split?
Brandy?

Don't worry. You ain't gonna get
nothing if you order it.

I'll take care of the check.

Look, honey, it's all fun.
It's all fun, lady. It's all fun.

- It's all fun!

'Gilbert was proud
of being the great practical joker.

'He could afford to be.

'Suddenly, it hit me like a bad tomato.

'I was top billing
in his latest production.

'Only it wasn't a comedy.
That made me angry.'

Sorry.

Signore, signora, I am the manager.
Champagne on the house!

The waiter's weak in the bladder.

- I fired him.
- Please don't do that.

He has a wife and 30 children.
He'll never be Ionely.

- You all right, signore?
- Fine, thank you.

Excuse me.

- Everything all right, signore?
- The humor is a little rough.

In Hollywood, I put all those slobs on.
They paid me to put people down.

Rib them a bit. Some nights
I'd make as much as 50 bucks!

Those were the days, huh?

Mickey, there's a lot
you don't know about me.

- Oh, I believe you.
- Don't get smart with me, son.

- You're full of crap, Gilbert.
- No.

- No, cancer.
- (Betty) Of the soul.

- Yet another funny..
- Oh, it's true.

The doctors gave me
the good news a week ago.

That's why I wanted you to finish
the book as quickly as possible.

You're taking me for an idiot,
like those two poor bastards over there.

Miller, the coach trip,
everything was rigged.

Well, you can stuff your book
up your ass. I'm quitting.

You are, eh?

- Mr Gilbert??
- Yes, what?

Not again?

� For he's a jolly good fellow

� And so say all of us

� And so say all of us...

Hey, Preston!!
Stop kidding. The joke's over.

'Suddenly, I was a cop lover.

'They couldn't keep me
at that station long enough.

'I needed time to think
and a safe place to do it.

'The killer had tried to get me as well.
It wasn't a joke anymore.

'Gilbert didn't laugh once,
all the way to the mortuary.'

'It was like a casting
session for Boys Town.'

Any ring a bell, Mr King?

'The American
made me nervous.

'He'd arrived late in the afternoon.
I assumed he was FBI.

'Things were serious
if the big guns had been called in.'

The one on the right.

Acca.

- No, not Acca. "G".
- "G".

Are you sure?

I think so.

Says he's chaplain to the nuns
at St Lorenzo Maggiore.

Mean anything to you?

Is it a discotheque?

It's not my scene then.

They all look the same to me.

Where did you pick him up?

A brothel in Via Alphonso.

Somebody died, huh?

- Excuse me.
- Pardon me.

- I'd like a word with you.
- All right.

'Next day,
Liz and I returned to Gilbert's villa.

'I had some questions for Dinuccio.

'I found him in deep mourning,
drinking Black Velvet.'

I told the boss not to go!

- He wouldn't listen, would he?
- I'm listening, Ben.

Where did Killer Mark II spring from?

Mama took off as soon as she heard.
Back to the cave.

Don't change the subject, Ben.

- Who's after me?
- A priest, Mickey boy.

He wants to read you
the last sacrament.

He's putting you on, ghost writer.

- He doesn't know.
- Did sugar daddy?

- Oh, we're so upset, aren't we?
- Don't call him that.

Try saccharine. It should help
the withdrawal symptoms.

You're still trying to fit the pieces
together, Mickey boy? Some writer!

Maybe Agatha Christie's free.

Preston never told you
about the scandal?

- What scandal?
- (Ben) That's ten bucks you owe me, Liz!

- The old bastard copped out..
- They'll kill him anyway.

Now just a minute, you two.

- Are you talking about me?
- Relax. We'll protect you.

Oh, thanks. You come very highly
recommended by Preston Gilbert,

who is lying dead in the local mortuary,
not to mention his two companions,

a fat Neapolitan singer
and an old accordion player.

Now you. You tell me exactly
what you were talking about.

Preston and some guy got involved
in a scandal a long time ago.

It was all hushed up.

When Preston announced
he was going to write his life story,

the guy got nervous.

- Who did?
- Preston would never tell us.

We thought he'd told you.
The priest still does.

Any more questions, Mickey boy?

Jesus! The priest!

He shoots very well
for a public relations man.

What's going wrong, boss?

- Did I get him?
- Yes.

How do I join the other side?

Do you have to run it this way?

Don't blame me.
You shot the projectionist.

Who the hell's that??
It's a flying nun.

Jesus!!
They're getting everywhere.

That couldn't be him??
If it is, I'm the Pope.

'I was marked "poison".".
I was the fall guy, the sitting duck.

'I was trapped.

'There was nothing I could do
but co-operate with these schmucks.

'We had to find the priest
before he gave me the big absolution.

'We ran Liz's film,
"Batman Visits Zonk".

'There was an outside chance
I might recognize the killer.'

Who's that nut??
That is an eccentric Englishman.

Like Jack the Ripper?

'My confidence
took another beating.

'They shot film worse than
they shot guns. That only left craps.'

Should do great in Australia.

I'll rewind it.

- You wanna see it right side up?
- No, it'll only confuse me.

Are you sure you used
the foolproof automatic camera?

Sure, I'm sure.

Takes a special kind of genius
to screw that up.

That's probably Gilbert
to tell you he's arrived safely.

Don't fool around.

- I believe in the hereafter.
- You need to, the way you shoot.

Pronto. Si. Sono Dinuccio.

Ah, benissimo.

Aspetta un momento.

He wants to talk to you.

- Who wants to speak to me?
- Il mago Di Ferrugia.

- The wizard of Ferrugia.
- Are you putting me on?

No, he's a big-time fortune teller.
Preston told me about him.

So, what am I supposed to do?
Raise myself to the ceiling unaided?

He says he's talked to the boss.

Wants to tell you something big.

I know...

A fat lady is gonna cross my path,
keel over and crush me to death.

Just the same, I think
he might have a hotline up there.

I'm gonna make an appointment for you.

Bene. Domani mattina.

'I didn't sleep that night.

'The Wizard ringing in
gave me terrible indigestion.

'It was just as well.
My doorknob was being turned.

'Very slowly.'

One more move and I shoot.

- Hello, I'm the Lone Star Ranger.
- And I'm Buck Jones.

When's your birthday, Buck?

Don't give me all that astrology crap.

I only wanted to buy you
a birthday present.

What?

A nightshirt.

'I flipped off the light and
showed her the door. I had my pride.'

Move over.

'Next morning, I went to meet the
clairvoyant outside Dante's barbershop.

'Dinuccio promised his friends
would be there to protect me.

'He seemed to have a lot of friends.
It's difficult to tell these days.

'I got there early, took a shave
and waited for the clairvoyant.'

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- Yes?
- Shave.

'He was wearing a dirty mackintosh.
Clairvoyants usually do.

'They make up for it with ritzy titles
like wizard, oracle, magician.

'They do OK, living off
people's fears and superstitions.'

- Signor King?
- Yeah.

Doctor Duce.

'I felt uneasy.
He had eyes like bloodshot oysters.'

I feel hostility. You don't trust me.

I make predictions.
You'll see they come true.

December,
Queen of England catch cold.

January, riots in Japan.
Many people go to Australia.

February, the Pope gets cold.

Preston Gilbert...
when did he catch cold?

Someone tried to kill him.
He wants to know when.

- You told him?
- Sure. Yesterday.

He kept the date.

What else?

He give me something
to get feelings from.

What thing?

Signor Gilbert didn't pay
his last money.

- Oh, really? How much?
- 50,000.

- Five.
- Five.

- Money.
- You mean you want the money now?

I give you good value.

May, trouble in Africa.
June, plenty people leave Australia.

July, pilgrims see vision
of General de Gaulle at Lourdes.

Hold it.

'The Preston Gilbert
do-it-yourself-thriller kit.

'Inside were the things Gilbert
had given the clairvoyant

'to get psychic feelings from.

'A photograph of a hunting party
taken about ten years before.

'Gilbert I recognized.
The others were just faces. Anybody's.

'The address of a man in Mondragone,
a village near the coast.

'And the faded newspaper photograph
of a young girl with the name torn away.

'What messages the fortune teller
was meant to get from that pile of junk,

'God only knew.'

- Who was in the hunting squad?
- Signor Gilbert not tell me nothing.

What did Gilbert want with you?

One of these men tried to kill him.
He wants to know which.

- And the girl?
- I know nothing.

- I say goodbye.
- And I say hello.

- And the girl, Wizard?
- The girl is dead!

'She looked like
a distant relative of Rocky Marciano.

'It seemed her honor was on
the missing list. So was her cash.

'I got the feeling it was too late
to retrieve either.

'For me, things were beginning
to look up. I had some leads to follow.

'An address and
the photograph of a dead girl.

'That brought me back
to the late Preston Gilbert.'

- The wake's at our place.
- Preston will be pleased.

'His face rang a bell,
a warning bell.

'I'd seen it staring at me
from a thousand posters all over town.

'But I'd also seen it somewhere else.'

- Is that Cippola?
- Yes.

'That's when it hit me.

'Cippola was one of the men with
Preston Gilbert in the hunting photo.

'That was only the start.
There was more to come.

'Banker, tailor, soldier, sailor.
They were all in the photograph.'

- Who are all these others?
- They used to shoot together.

With him or at him?

'Now I knew how the princess had met
her prince. On a boar hunt with Gilbert.

'Cippola and the film star had been
friends until Betty switched beds.

'Preston couldn't have liked that much.
Three wives down and two to go.

'At last the jigsaw
was fitting together.'

See you later.

'But there was still
one important piece missing.

'The one that explained
why these pillars of the establishment

'were so nervous of Gilbert talking.

'What was the scandal that
worried the law and order brigade?

'I decided to cut out of the funeral

'and follow up the address given me
by my friend with the oyster-eyes.'

'The cock crowing made me uneasy.
It was too near Easter for comfort.'

A beer.

Mr Lepri?

- 'The whole town seemed to be
- Lockjaw.

'I took my beer outside and wondered
what it was like here on Sundays.

'The air in that place had
the musty smell of dried-up dreams.

'It was a ghost town, second class.

'Two crossed coffins
in the Michelin guide.

'The old man fixed me with his eyes.

'We dialed each other's numbers
and got straight through.

'He looked like a retired gunman
who drew too late... twice.

'He knew that I knew he'd never
play the fruit machines again.

'I began to wish I'd stayed
with the funeral.

'I looked at the stranger
and knew that nobody'd believe me.

Mr Lepri?

- Do you speak English?
- A little.

Would you like a drink?

No.

Who told you that
Signor Lepri lived here?

- Someone in the city.
- What do you want from Signor Lepri?

Business.

He don't live here for ten years.

- Are you American?
- English.

I fought with partisans during war.

Where did Lepri go?

- You know why he go?
- No.

Come with me.

'As a driver,
the stranger left much to be desired.

'Another arm, for a start.

'Every time he changed gear,
my suntan vanished.'

- You know, I'm a mayor of town.
- Oh, really?

- Where are we going?
- I will show you. I'm a communist.

- You communist?
- No.

- What are you?
- I am an imperialist lackey.

You see, Mama,
right on top till the end.

The artist got 5,300 bucks for this.

Used the stills from
"Angels Never Die" as the model.

You like it, Mama?
Hell of a work of art, ain't it, Mama?

'The beach was
too remote for tourists.

'The sand was golden and the sea blue,

'but I missed the bikinis,
the smell of sun oil and frying flesh.

'It was a long way
from my own backyard

'and a deck chair marked "King".'

- That's why Signor Lepri left.
- That?

His daughter Silvana,
found here dead, all naked.

Is this her?

- You know her?
- No, not who she was.

Buried in the sand here.

A shepherd find her
early in the morning.

It's windy.

He sees her hand waving.

- How did she die?
- Heart.

- A heart attack?
- Yes.

"'Hunting party in gang-bang".

'That newspaper headline hit me
right between the legs.

'I remembered it from years ago.

'The girl had been found dead
in mysterious circumstances.

'There were rumors of orgies
in a nearby hunting lodge,

'but the stories had fizzled out.'

- Not murdered?
- No.

'It all fitted. The girl's heart
had given way under the strain.

'Cippola, Gilbert and the others
must've panicked and buried her here.

'The picture was almost complete,
only one face was missing.

'The one who ordered the priest.'

Did the police find out
who buried her here?

Never.

- Do you know?
- Yes.

Who?

Capitalisti.

And Lepri left soon afterwards?

Him very ashamed of his daughter.

He get much money from someone
and left village to go to north.

Where did the money come from?

He never tell. He paid to keep quiet.

He was such a good communist.
Now he's a fascista.

I got shot.

- That's tomato ketchup!
- I got shot.

- Who?
- (Mickey) I'll tell you later. Come on.

Come on!

Make for the truck.

Come on!

Damn it!

Let me show you.

Thank God you're mechanically minded.

- Can you drive?
- (Mickey) No.

Sod off, nanny. Sod off!

Ah!

Miller!

That costume might just get you
through those pearly gates,

but I doubt it.

'Remember that thou art pulp,
and unto pulp thou shalt return.

'A fitting epitaph for Jack Francis Miller,
priest, lecturer and drag queen.

'I looked across the beach for help.
No one.

'A sudden pain bit deep into my leg.
I'd been hit.

'BIood was pouring out
like a burst water main.

'I sank to the sand, ripping my shirt off
as I went. I remember it clearly.

'It was a present from my wife.

'That shirt saved my life,
which wouldn't have pleased her.

'I used it as a tourniquet,
it was like turning off a tap.

'I dragged myself across to Miller's body.'

A present for you, Mama. From me.

"Scream in the Dark", "On the Run"...
"Cold Sweat". That's the one.

'One more move,
Fatso, and I'll pump you full of lead.'

- Beautiful, ain't it, Mama?
- 'Fatso's shaking hands with his maker.'

You like it?
I knew you'd like it, Mama.

You need six cents. I'll always have them
for you in a sack on the coffin.

'I'm sweatin', kid.'

- I thought you'd appreciate it.
- (Preston) 'Cold sweat! '

Hello, ladies.
Are you enjoying yourselves?

- Yes. Thank you very much.
- I'm so glad you could come.

- What kind of a bird is that?
- It's a Maltese falcon.

Thank you.

I'll get you, you bastards.

Look, everyone.
He's killed a priest.

- And how are we today?
- Mind your own business.

What's the matter with him?

You're sick.

They were caught literally
with their pants down.

The girl died on them.

- How do you know?
- I know.

They thought that
Gilbert had talked to me.

That's why they tried
to murder both of us.

You're heading for an asylum, buddy.

You really think they'd kill just because
they made a girl? That's no crime.

For some people it is.

Why would a creepy,
old politician like Cippola

jump on the law-and-order
bandwagon?

He'd really be sick
if this scandal ever broke cover.

Mr King, I'd forget that if I were you.

- What?
- Just forget it.

You go around talking that kind of crap,
and you'll really rock the boat.

A lot of important people
are involved. Drop it.

Piss off!

If you don't, I'm gonna get them
to put you on a murder rap.

- Yeah? Whose murder?
- Miller.

How? Reckless driving?
You know I never murdered Miller.

So?

- You bastard.
- That's the way it is, bright eyes.

Just like a house of cards.
Pull one away, the lot falls.

I've been told to make sure
you just don't do that.

So shut up and enjoy yourself.

Come back here, you little bitch!
I wanna kick your teeth in.

Come on back, you coward!

Mr King, you should learn
to control yourself.

The doctor says you'll have to stay here
a bit, till you're completely recovered.

Take his advice, will you?
They're nice people. Respectable.

- Get me?
- Aargh!

Nurse? Quickly please, nurse!

Nurse!

- What do you call them again?
- Proofs.

Read them to us, darling.
He reads his own work so beautifully.

Don't you agree?

Erm... Yeah.

'I slammed my fist into his face
as hard as I could.

'There was the sound of crunching bone.

'BIood splattered everywhere
like a burst water main, stop.

'I swung round and found myself
looking at Prince Cippola

'and the bottomless black eyes
of a hunting dog.

'Black thoughts were transmitted.
I put my hand on her... '

- Excuse me.
- What?

I'm going to the cave
to see how Mama is.

'I rolled over, gripping
the aristocrat's boot as I went, stop.

'He toppled like a stone statue.

'I lashed out at him...

'When the prince bounced
on the ground, he was dead, stop.

'And his blood wasn't blue, stop.

'It was the same
as yours and mine, stop.

'I felt better, stop. That's all I remember.'

Chapter 13. Outside I hailed a cab.

Its tires screeched
on the hot tarmac as it drew up.

"Follow that car," I said, leaping in...

Where do you get
your ideas from, Mickey?

I'll get the bastards yet.

Oh, I wish my leg didn't itch.