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And now, for all of you fans
of the Philadelphia rock...

Settle down, David! Brad!

Oh, come on!

All right, no hot dogs at the beach

unless everybody's in their seats.

Is everybody in their seat?

Is everybody buckled up?

Yeah!

Who are we?

Franklin Weekend Day Camp!

Sound like a bunch of girls.
Who are we?

Franklin Weekend Day Camp!

That's better.
Give me an "F."

F!

Give me an "R-A-N."

R-A-N!

Give me a "K."

K!

Give me a "L-I-N."

L-I-N!

That's the way we spell it,
here's the way we yell it.

Franklin!
Franklin!

Franklin!

Yeah!

All right. Now let's be quiet

till we get down to the beach, okay,

so I can listen to my music.

Simon says, "Peel 'em off!"

Okay, last one
that doesn't have 'em off

doesn't get the cold drinks.

I want you all back
here in one hour, one hour for lunch.

Don't go too far.

Come on!

Who's last? Who's last?
You're gonna be last.

Let's go! Let's go!

Come here, there's
somebody in the water!

Come here!

Come here!

Could I have a glass of milk?

Why does it always make you thirsty?

I don't know.
It always does.

You're not so thirsty.

You're right.
I'm not so thirsty.

It was outstanding.

Very professional, but outstanding.

It's a time-honored profession.

An older one than yours.

And besides,

you've had, uh, thousands of dollars'

worth on the house, as they say.

Bingo.

Now, you see?

You lose seven minutes
off your life for each puff.

I'll go and get us some coffee.

Come on, will you?

Come on, man, it's Sunday. What?

All right, I'll see you later.

Yeah, all right, okay.

Nice day.

Thank you.

After coffee,
I'll fix us some breakfast.

I gotta pass.
That call was from downtown.

On a Sunday?

Yeah.

This Sunday was my Sunday.

It was our Sunday.

They found a dead girl on the beach.

And?

It's a rezoned district.

They don't want any heat.

What heat?

A dead girl on the beach,
that creates heat.

Where were you going to take me today?

What difference does that make?

I canceled all my appointments.

Well, they'll have to get along

with their girlie magazines.

I'd just like to know
what you had planned.

I was gonna take you
to the Ram-Viking game.

Have you wear

those tight white pants

and that, uh, that sexy blouse.

Parade you up and down
the aisle a couple times.

Watch all those guys lookin' at you.

Say to myself,

"Schmucks, she's for sale."

And so is everybody else
in the coliseum.

Bingo.

Take me to Cannes, Phil.

We'll sit on the terrace
at the Majestic,

and have Campari.

It'd be nice to fly away.

Yeah.

Then we'll go to Rome.

Stand at the top of the Spanish steps.

And at night, you can smell...

You can smell Africa.

Yes. You can smell Africa.

And the red walls.

Goddamn red walls.

Okay, we'll go to Rome.

Yeah, we go to Rome.

We will?

We will.

Soon.

I'll call you later.

♪ Yesterday

Your attention, please.
Will Mr. Martin Hollinger,

Mr. Martin Hollinger,

please report to the coliseum office.

Mr. Martin Hollinger

to the coliseum office, please.

Will Mr. Martin Hollinger

please report to the coliseum office

below the peristyle,
at the east end of the coliseum.

...along the near sidelines,
but couldn't get him.

Final score,

San Francisco 27, Atlanta nothing.

Final score, Denver 20, Oakland 17.

So the Raiders' 9-game winning streak...

Sgt. Mendez, contact
the watch commander, please.

Officer Hallman, there's a Mrs. Walinsky

in the waiting room to see you.

Officer Hallman, there's a Mrs. Walinsky

in the waiting room to see you.

I came home from church.

A police car was waiting.

They asked for you.

I told them that you were at the game.

Maybe it's a mistake. I mean, they do
make mistakes, it happens all the time.

A teenage girl was found on the beach...

Dead.

Well, they have...

They have reason to believe
that she was Gloria.

What reason?

They didn't say.

But he didn't say
why he thought it was Gloria?

No.

Mr. Hollinger?

...the only touchdown

in the second half scored by the Rams

with Garrett...

Mr. Hollinger?

Yeah.

I'm Lt. Gaines.

We're ready for identification.

How do you know it's my daughter?

Oh, we don't know for sure,
that's why you're here.

There's no reason for both of you to go.

There's no smoking down there.

Now that's bullshit.

Oh, please, Marty.

If you want to smoke, smoke. This way.

...Harold Gans to the left,
Purcell to the right.

Back this way.

Cappelletti and
MacEachern still in motion,

to this side,
that makes it a double left.

Maxwell turns to throw

with all the time in the world...

Mr. Hollinger.

Mr. Hollinger,

this is my partner, Sgt. Belgrave.

This way, sir.

Lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Mmm-hmm.

How's your man Harris doing?

He kept dropping three or four balls
on them in the first half.

But the calls they were sending in
were terrible.

It's like Allen
and Gabriel all over again.

How'd they do in the second half?

If they don't run out of time,

they got a chance.

Harris ain't bad
for a black quarterback.

...on the 46-yard line of Minnesota,

short of a first down, but...

Ah, crap!

...playing with a rib fracture...

What's the score, Chuck?

Still 17-13, but they're really moving.

...to his replacement, Amos Martin.

183.

...was slotted right with Snow,
Jackson left, on 2nd down and 2.

183?

Right, 183.

Mr. Hollinger, is that your daughter?

The lieutenant asked
if that's your daughter, sir.

You miserable son of a bitch.

You rotten bastard!

Hold him, grab him!

Son of a gun!
Lock his goddamn arm.

Should I cuff him?

No, let him go.

What?

Let him go.

You could've covered her up.

You bastards could've covered her up.

Shut it up, Chuck.

Come on, get a move on!
Come on!

We ought to book his ass.

For what?

Assault.

You still should've covered her up.

And I say we ought to book him.

Louis,

you want to go upstairs
and get Mrs. Hollinger

and bring her down here for me, please?

Crazy motherfucker.

Go on, take it.
Take it.

Mr. Hollinger, I have nothing to do

with procedure down here. Nothing.

You're right.
We should've covered her.

Why'd you kill those kids? Huh?

I didn't do anything.

You funny-looking bunny rabbit,

why'd you kill that old couple?

We haven't had our
last dance yet, Freddy.

You just remember that.

I didn't do it.

We're gonna cut you up, Freddy,
we're gonna cut you up in little pieces

and leave you
all over this fucking town!

They were just babies,
you chalky motherfucker!

We're gonna make dog food
out of you, whitey.

You dig, Freddy?

Finger by finger,
arm by arm, just like...

That's it! Game's over.

Stay out of this, Phil.

Charley, take him downstairs
and give him something to eat

and give him a shower,

and either let him go or book him.

You motherfucker!

Get him out of here, Charley!

Come on, move it!

Let's you and I go in my office

and have a talk.

Bullshit. Let's talk about it
right here!

Let's talk about it in my office, now!

All right, you've been shucking

that poor son of a bitch
around now for two weeks

with nothing but a junkie's squeal.

Now lay off him.
It's over. It's finished.

Be straight with me, Lieutenant.

There's something about that albino,

something personal, right?

Wrong.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

All right.

What time tomorrow?

8:30 at the butcher shop.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Louis, don't you think

we ought to show a little compassion

for a man that goes through life

looking at the world

through red Easter Bunny eyes?

I'll work on it tonight.

I hate having breakfast with a grouch.

Well, after all,
how many albinos are there?

Are you checking out?

Yeah.

How come you're not out humpin', Nick?

Wore them out.

Boys or girls?

Whatever I get lucky with.

Hey, uh, I think I got something here

you'd be interested in.

Oh, yeah?

Jerry Bellamy.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah.

I got him two consecutive
life sentences

five years ago.

Yeah, well, he was released.
"Completely rehabilitated."

Sliced up a 40-year-old woman,

mid-afternoon in her home

up on Mulholland.

Did you get a line on him?

Only that he's out there somewhere.

Terrific.

Officer Ingersol,

the watch commander wants to see you.

Hello?

Hello, lady.

Hi. I'm hungry.
Where are you?

I'm at the, uh,
Golden Palm Massage Parlor.

I got a lady right here with no hands

massaging the hell out of me.

Uh-huh. What is she using?

Her imagination.

Listen, why don't you
pick up some, uh, Chinese food,

a bottle of champagne,

and, uh, some dirty pictures.

How about an 8-by-10 glossy

of Sammy Davis, Jr. hugging Nixon?

Don't forget, I'm hungry.

When are you coming home?

I'll see you in about an hour.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy...

I'm waiting, Daddy.

It's my birthday.
It's my birthday.

Daddy. Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy.

See me spin, Daddy.
See me spin, Daddy.

I love you, Daddy.

Marty.

We lost...

We lost her a long time ago.

We just don't count.

You do understand what I'm saying,

don't you, Paula?

Yeah, I understand.

Hi. Is that you, Victor?

Is that my Victor?

Yeah. You guessed it.

Well, this is Mother
with a bedtime story.

Yeah. Yes, I know.

Are you all stretched out
in your beddy-bye?

Yes, I know.

I can see that.

Yes.

Well, high up on the wall

and she's going to tell you what to do.
Yes?

Just take your time.

Yes.
I can see you doing it.

Yes.

I will be so close to you.

Are you in it with me?

Tell me, I'd like to hear that again.

Just take your time.

Oh, I'd love that.
I'd love to be there.

I could watch.

♪ I always built

I almost can't stand that.
Yeah.

And there it is.

Yeah.

Yes, me, too.

What's the matter?

It's getting tougher all the time.

So quit.

Will you take care of me?

Till death do us part.

That's what you promised your wife.

Yeah.

How's Timmy?

I don't know.

He was asleep when I got there.

Nancy has a wonderful way

of making me feel like I deserted her.

But you did.

There's nothing like finding your wife

with her legs wrapped
around some guy's back.

I'm a whore, so it's all right.

But she's your wife,
and then it's not all right.

Why don't you play that record
I brought back from Italy.

Please?

Tell me about Rome.

I told you about Rome.
A million times.

Tell me again.

You promise not to laugh at my Italian?

I promise.

Well, the L.A. narcs wanted some help.

So I went to Rome.

Well...

Yes, "well."

And I met this nice old Italian man.

And we went to a little town
outside of Rome for lunch.

He had a black shiny suit on,
with pigeon shit all over it.

Charming.

And then later that night
we went to dinner

with some movie people.

Mmm-hmm.

Uh-huh. And we went
to a place called Rosati's

in the Piazza del Popolo.

I didn't laugh.

Incredible, the way I said that.

Piazza del Popolo.
Perfect, huh?

Perfect.

Thank you.

Had a wonderful dinner.

Can you imagine,

a nice Irish kid like me
in an ancient piazza

with all those classy Romans
swallowing fried octopus

and getting pissed on valpolicello?

Valpolicella.

Valpolicella.

Yes.

Thank you.

And then?
You went straight home to bed.

No.

What do you mean, "no"?

That's a new story.

No, that's a...
That's a new ending.

Come here. Come and tell me
about that new ending.

Come here.

So?

Okay.

I, uh, ended up
with this Yugoslavian actress

from Trastevere.

Trastevere.

Okay.

And then?

And, uh, she got very stoned.
Very stoned.

And we ended up in the sack.

How was she?

Not bad.

She kept moaning, though.

"Vito, Vito."

Vito?

Are you sure it was not "Tito, Tito"?

Not "Tito, Tito,"
that would've turned me off.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yes.

And... And then I came home
first class. First class.

And the narcs
got their headlines and a bust.

Everybody was happy.

All in all, it was a very fine trip.

Let's wake up somewhere else.

We will.

We really will.

You feel sexy?

That sounds like a song cue.

Mmm-hmm.

Hmm?

If we're gonna do it,

what're we gonna do
with all these pillows?

I don't know.

For those of us who were alive in 1955,

So Rare.

♪ So rare

"For those of us
who were alive in 1955."

Christ.

1955.

That's the... That's the year
this little girl was born.

Yeah.

Twenty years later,
tissue specimens in a jar.

Yeah.

Well, what do you think, Phil?

I don't think anything.

Let Santoro tell us what to think.

Oh, shit, we're all in trouble

if we let Santoro tell us what to think.

Assistant District Attorney Lyman,

please contact your office.

How's your kid?

I didn't get to see him.
He was asleep.

But Nancy gave me a lot of shit.

Inspector Ryan, you have a call on line 2.

How's Nicole?

She's fine.

Just fine.

A museum piece.
He cut up his boyfriend.

Been laughing ever since.

We think he swallowed a French tickler.

What killed the Hollinger girl?

Sodium secobarbital.

Did she pop, too?

No needle marks, no traces of skag.

She had enough reds in her, though,

to wipe out the L.A. Philharmonic.

She had a sheet on her.

Grass bust

two months ago, Malibu yacht party.

She also had semen in her.

Where?

Everywhere.

In every orifice, as they say.

Gang bang?

I don't think so.

There wasn't a bruise on the body.

What about the parents?

They're due back
in my office right now.

What do you show
on your death certificate?

Death due to an overdose
of barbiturates,

self-induced.

No indications of violence?

Like I said, there wasn't a mark on her.

Okay.

Okay, release the body, close it up.

That might not be so easy, Chief.

See, my partner here,
Sgt. Louis Belgrave?

He believes that
the girl's father is a crazy.

And why, may I ask, do you think

that the girl's father is a crazy?

I just hate white folks.

After lunch,

I got somethin' else for you guys.

Uh, get me Supervisor Arnold
on the private line.

Like I was sayin', uh,
you sure look lousy, Phil.

You know,

you ought to get out in the sun more.

You ought to fish.

I hate to fish, John.

I hate to see 'em
floppin' around the deck.

Yeah. With their little gills
opening and closing,

searching the air for a little water.

Get out of here.

Uh, Phil, the girl's father,

is he, uh, anyone?

No, John. He's no one.

Hello?

How are you, Larry?
I'm fine, fine.

Yeah, on that teenager
in the beach district?

It's a suicide, Larry.

No, no, no, just a simple suicide.

You know, you've really lost weight.

Huh? Do you think so?

Mmm-hmm.

Probably the shirtmaker.

I can tell the difference.

Hey, listen, let's make
it a weekend thing. Huh?

You bring a girlfriend.

Which one?

Oh, the...

The, uh, redhead.

Oh, Rusty?

Rusty, yes.

We'll go to Catalina.

Can you afford us?

The government takes care of that.

Do you think you can handle both of us?

Look, if I run
out of breath, I'll watch.

Well, that's dangerous.

If you watch too long,
you could forget how.

Let's go topside, huh?

No, I like it better open.
Here. Yeah.

Mmm.

How's Phil?

Okay.

You two still living together?

We enjoy a passionate truce.

Uh, bring Miss Britton a drink, please.

Yes.

- Uh, Bloody Mary.
- Yes, sir.

Well, I've got to get back to the city.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Yes.

No, no.
Five minutes. Relax now.

We'll have a little, uh,
one for the road.

I'll be right back.

Your drink, madame.

Thank you.

Operator, I want to make
a long-distance call

to Akron, Ohio.

I'm not too late, am I?

Almost.

Don't drive too fast.
It's dangerous.

They're still not here yet.

Oh, what about that photo?

What photo?

That photo.

Oh, that photo.

What about it?

Well, it was in the wallet.

You think this photo
is important, do you, Louis?

Yes, I do.
Leo the kingfish.

I think I see a familiar face here.

So do I. So what?

Well, you know what I'm thinking.

Don't be a pain in the ass.

I think I'll have them
turn it into 35 mm slides.

Eddie, got something for you.

Slides and blowups.

Good morning.

We're late, I'm sorry.

No problem.
Right this way.

Good morning.

Take a seat, please.

These are your
daughter's personal effects.

This envelope

contains her license, wallet, and money.

I have a release here for these items.

If you'll, uh, sign it in triplicate,

you can claim your daughter's body.

What happened to Gloria?

According to the autopsy report,

"death due to barbiturate poisoning.

"Chemical agent believed to be

"sodium secobarbital."

Coroner's verdict is "self-induced."

Suicide.

My daughter did not commit suicide.

Mr. Hollinger,

suicide is the number one killer

of teenagers in America today.

Now I can give you
statistics that go on and on...

I don't give a damn about statistics.

How do they know it was self-induced?

What was she doin' on the beach?

Who was she with last?

Where did she get the dope?

Marty, it's all here.

It's all official, it's documented.

The only thing in there

is what they want to put in there.

And everybody knows

it's all a goddamn pack of lies.

Mrs. Hollinger,

I'd like to talk to your husband alone

a minute if you don't mind.

All right.

Thank you.

Louis, would you get Mrs. Hollinger

a cup of coffee, please?

Sure.

It's just out here.

When was the last time
you saw your daughter, Mr. Hollinger?

A few weeks ago.

Did you know she had a police record?

Yes, I know about that.

Everybody in the country smokes pot.

What's that got to do with her death?

Do you know where she lived?

No.

What difference does that make?

When was the last time
you talked to her?

I told you, a few weeks ago.

What did you talk to her about?

That's none of your damn business.

You're goddamn right it isn't.

So sign that release.

Claim your daughter's body
and get on with your life.

Sorry. It's your daughter's watch.

It was left out of the envelope.

Still full of water.

A wasted little girl on the beach.

Bury it, forget it,
like it never happened.

Is that the way you want it, Lieutenant?

That's the way I want it, yes.

If I showed up here
with a high-priced attorney,

things would be a damn sight different,

wouldn't they?

You know what I think?

I think you're looking for a heavy.

I think you're looking for a
relationship that never existed.

Now I've been very patient with you.

- You listen...
- Don't interrupt me.

Now this department operates
on crimes with a victim.

Your daughter was not a homicide victim.

So the case is closed.

Nobody cares.

Don't tell me nobody cares.

Sometimes we don't have time to care.

But we're all you got.

Okay, Mr. Hollinger, right this way.

Sometimes you can't tell

the Christians from the lions.

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant?

I want to pick up Gloria's clothes.

The money's in the envelope.
You wanna count it?

No, I don't...

I don't have to count it.

I wanna explain something to you.

Now you've gotta
understand somethin' here.

The only thing in the world
my husband lived for was Gloria.

See, uh, years ago,

Marty was in Korea

and, uh, he's just never
been the same since.

I, uh, I can't reason with him anymore.

I don't think he can handle this.

Not many people can, Mrs. Hollinger.

There's a phone number on this card,

they know where I am day and night,

if you wanna call me.

Thank you.

I told you he was a crazy.

Everybody's a crazy, Louis.

Uh, none for me, thanks.

Yeah? Just a minute,
he's putting away a bottle.

Gaines.

Oh, shit.
Keep the soldiers away.

Come on.

Hey, what is it?

Jerry Bellamy.

Two dead ladies in
a garment factory on Maple Street

and a live one hostage.
Asking for me.

Another fan?

Hold your fire!
Get some gas in there.

Come on, get some more gas in there!

Pour it in!
Pour it in!

They're comin' around.

Stop that goddamn tear gas

or I'll blow her fucking head off!

Jerry, Jerry,

you don't have to worry, old buddy,

no more tear gas.

Just a friendly little talk.
Okay, Jerry?

I got the lady, ace.

I know you got the lady,
that's why I came to see you.

Just wanna talk a little, all right?

All right.
Come on up, goddamn it.

And get rid of that goddamn speaker.

Please, God.

Jerry!

In here.

I'm so afraid he's gonna kill me.

Please...
Please don't make him nervous...

Please.

God help me.
God help me.

He's gonna kill me.
He's gonna kill me.

Please.

Oh, please.

You've been busy, Jerry.

You should've got
here sooner, Lieutenant.

Been a long time, Jerry.

Please, God.

I can do a lot of damage with this.

Yeah, I can see that, old buddy.

Don't call me that.
I used to like you, man.

I still like you, Jerry.

You screwed me!

And they took my friend away.

They... They gave me
electric shocks!

I'm gonna stop that, Jerry,

I'm not gonna let them
do that to you anymore.

You're full of shit!
Just like everybody.

This cow goes, too,
man, just like the others.

You don't want to do that, Jerry.

You hurt that lady, they'll put those
wires in your ears again.

You don't want that
to happen, do you?

Get down on your knees.

Please, mister, do what he says.

He's crazy, he'll kill me.

Shut up!
Get down on your knees.

What?

Get down on your goddamn knees!

Come on!

Please, I'm so afraid.

All right, I'm down on my knees.

Do whatever you want with me.

Oh, please.

Let the lady go.

Fucking cow!

You know she tried to strangle me?

Didn't you, you goddamn cow?

You moo-moo.
I'm gonna kill her, man!

That's, uh, that's wrong, Jerry.

Your mother strangled you.

This lady doesn't even know you.

Enough of that!

Cow! Goddamn strangling cow!

I'm going to kill her!

Christ's sake, man, it's over!

Those son of a bitches never die.

It's all right. It's over.

It hurts so much.

The medics are on their way.

It's over, Captain.

All right, cool it.
Cool it.

Hold on, they'll take good care of you.

Just lay back there,
take it easy, relax.

It's all right.

Christ, this place looks
like a goddamn battlefield.

You start the paperwork,

I'll fill in the holes, all right?

Phil? You all right?

He's fine, he'll be okay.

Get this cleaned up.

Marty, I think you've had enough.

You're damn right I've had enough.

The thing to remember,
Marty, is your wife's father.

Through his entire life
that man never lost faith.

That's true.
To the very end he was...

He was full of shit.

Marty...

You've got no right to say that.

And you're full of shit.

Marty, Marty...

Her father was
a white Protestant nobody,

like we are.

And the reason nobody gives a damn

about Gloria is because we don't count.

And all your sanctity
isn't going to change that.

Marty, Gloria committed suicide

because we failed her.

You had no time for her

and I had nothing to say to her.

You must not blame yourselves.

Gloria's death was by divine order.

Horseshit!

Oh, God, Marty!

That's enough.

Sure it's enough.

A man's child has a right
to die with dignity

and a man has the right to answers.

And a man's drawers shouldn't be

full of payment books and old medals,

and wake up every morning

knowing that his life's 90 days late.

That's your goddamned obsession!

You've always been obsessed.

You're never satisfied.

One job, two jobs,
overtime, never enough!

You chased Gloria
right out of this house!

Don't you ever say that to me again.

Marty.

Get your hand off of me.

Marty. Marty.

I did not chase her out.

That child wanted things.

She saw how much we didn't have.

You understand?

You can't hide what you don't have.

She chased the things she didn't have,

and they killed her.

I don't see any reason
why we shouldn't have a little nightcap.

I'll drink to that.

And besides, it's raining outside.

I'll drink to that too, shit.

Here's looking at you, sweetheart.

That's the worst...
That's the worst

Humphrey Bogart I've ever seen.

Don't make fun of my heroes.

Shit. He was mine, too.

Him and Garfield, Robeson.

How do you know about John Garfield?

The Late Show.

Hey, you know what's on The Late Show,

every night this week on Channel 9.

No, what?

Moby Dick.

Yeah, you got to watch it.

Why?

Because of the whale.
Because of that frigging white whale.

You got to...

Okay, I'll watch the white whale.

Every man's in search of a white whale.

And when you find him

he usually kills you.

Oh, yeah?

What are you going to do about Sellers?

What?

What are you going to do
about Leo Sellers?

Nothin'.

The man was in a swimming pool

with the Hollinger girl.

There's no crime there.
It's over, finished.

She's got joy juice in all three holes.

Joy juice.

Plus 2,000 grains of reds

and she's sitting
poolside with the kingfish.

So what?

Look, if you'd look inside
the Hollinger girl's head,

you know what you'd find, Louis?

An ambitious loser.

My guess is she had one last fling,

took a handful of pills,

then gave up.
No more, no less.

But why is the daughter of a nobody

sitting at a pool with Leo Sellers?

Because Leo pays
women for their company.

He pays and he owns.

He thinks he owns.

He likes to get in...
Get in a swimming pool

with young hookers.

Leo likes all kinds of hookers.

We really ought to see him, Phil.

Buenas noches, Louis.

If that was your little girl,
you'd sure in hell see Leo.

Did I ever tell you

my father was killed
in the Spanish Civil War?

Oh, yeah?

Month before he was killed,
he wrote my mother a letter,

last letter she ever got.

You know what it said?

"The Spanish die of heartbreak,

"the French die of cirrhosis,

"and the Americans die of enthusiasm."

Bingo.

You were apprehended fleeing

from the scene of the crime

carrying a bag of women's shoes.

What do you do with these shoes?

I'm a collector.

Recognize that shoe?

Do you want to taste it?

Yeah, I recognize the shoe.

Lady claims you stole this shoe

from her in the park.

She said she was throwing 'em away.

She claims you grabbed her by the leg

and forcibly removed it from her foot.

Hey, that's a moot point.

Ever think of going to a shoe store

and buying a pair of ladies' shoes?

At today's prices?

All right. We're going to put
you in the cooler overnight

to await arraignment in the morning.

Sergeant, could I ask you a question?

Yeah.

Could I take the shoes with me?

We're holding these for evidence.

Well, would you keep
the bag tightly closed?

What for?

It keeps them fresh.

Yeah, we'll take care of it.

Could I have a receipt?

The whale!

Shut it off.

After the whale.

What's wrong?

Just stoned on fatigue.

But you were all right this morning.

Was your day that bad?

Yeah.

This morning was a long time ago.

A long time ago.

Before a butcher shop
and a garment factory.

Before facing the white whale.

Been a long, long day in Guatemala.

It's over now.

You're right.
Now it's over.

The earth and the sea
shall give up the dead.

And the corruptible bodies
of those who sleep in them

shall be cleansed

and made like his own glorious body.

According to the mighty working

whereby he is able to subdue
all things unto himself.

You don't buy the suicide?

I just think this case
deserves some answers.

Answers to what?

The questions I just raised.

Well, I'm standing right here
waiting for reasons, logic,

not conjecture.

Why do you suppose
this girl was murdered?

Well, it's our job
to make sure she wasn't.

Wrong, God damn it, wrong!

We don't look for victims.

We're thrown victims.

Christ, we're up to our ass
in victimless crimes.

Victims.

Louis is very stubborn.

What the hell happened to justice?

That's all I want to know!

We got a machine downstairs

that tells us all about justice.

Jesus H. Christ!

Oh, sit down, Sergeant.

What the hell are you laughin' at?

I'd like to know

what the two of you
were doing yesterday.

Huh? Huh?

That was strictly soldier business,

SWAT squad, riot squad.

It's not tactical business.

I don't know.
I've been very kind to you.

I give you trips to Rome.

I... I keep you out of harm's way.

And you give me heartburn.

You're confusing daring police work

with greasy wop food.

What greasy wop food?

My doctor's got me on carrot juice.

Here.

There's a Pan Am flight 516
arriving at L.A. International

at 4:30 from Panama City.

That man will be on it.

The federal people
have asked us to, uh,

put a tail on him
and place a tap if possible.

Who is he?

Suspected Arab terrorist.

Jesus. What's he after?

They don't know.

What is he?
A spic or a camel-jumper?

He uses the name Yussef Karim.

I don't know,

all of 'em Arabs look alike to me.

Join a march, Louis.

See what I got to put up with?

Well, you picked him.

How's your girlfriend?

She's terrific.

I think I'll have vice bust her

on Christmas Eve.

Yeah.

I'll put her

in with all those penned-up bull dykes

and give them
a present for the holidays.

What the fuck are you laughin' at?

You're really somethin',
you know that?

You really are.

You're the only Roman Catholic I know

who goes to confession

and doesn't have anything to confess.

You're a goddamn saint, John.

Get out of here.

Oh, my partner here,

he's got a, uh, slide
he wants you to look at

of Leo Sellers and the Hollinger girl.

I don't want to look at it.

He doesn't want to look at it.

I take your word for it.

So Sellers had a number going
with a suicidal teenager, so?

Two teenagers, chief.

Who's the other girl?

Gloria's roommate.

Okay. You told me.
The coroner said suicide.

Anything else?

Yeah. You ought to lay
off that carrot juice.

I hear if you drink enough of it

your balls fall off.

I'm Gloria's father.

Oh, yes.

Come in.

Thank you.

Her things are in the trunk

and, uh, I have
a few letters and photographs.

What did Gloria do?

I've already told
the police everything.

This... This black detective
came and questioned me.

I told him everything.

I wish you'd forget the police.

I want you to tell me what happened.

Gloria danced.

Where?

Some club on Sunset Boulevard.

What kind of dancing?

One of those strip places.

You mean she danced naked?

I suppose so.

She dated an M.C. there once in a while.

But that's the fellow
that she went out with.

Where was this taken?

All of these were taken out in Pasadena.

A big house.

That's by the swimming pool.

Is 516 on time?

The flight's right on time, sir.

It's on time.

I know the bartender
up at the Air France lounge.

You wanna have a drink?

Uh-huh.

All I can handle is a Coke.

What?

All I want is a Coke.

A Coke?

Yeah, my stomach's crapped out.

Hmm.

- Hi, Phil.
- Hi, Irving.

What'll it be?

I'll have a Bushmills
straight up and a Coke for my brother.

Same and a Coke.

Oh, I meant to see
that movie last night, but I missed it.

Hey, listen.

...ready for boarding at gate number 17.

T.W.A. announces flight 840
for New York and Rome.

Flight 840 for Rome. Now ready
for boarding at gate number 17.

I've never been,
so it doesn't bother me.

Well, it bothers me.

Bushmills and a Coke.

Thank you, Irving.

Transworld Airlines for...

Listen, old buddy.

You better lay off of Santoro.

You're gonna be back
playing grab-ass with $5 hookers again.

Fuck Santoro.

Oh.
He's got all the buttons.

I don't give a shit if he's a 5-star general.

Mmm-mmm.

Did you see the ass on that?

I saw it.

Think it's real?

Yeah, what do you think it is?

Can't be sure anymore.
They make new asses, you know.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I read about it in Time Magazine.

There's a surgeon over in Geneva.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah. Takes saggin' asses
and makes new ones.

Ah, nothin' wrong with that.

Yeah.

No wonder that country
never went to war.

Wonderful place.

Survives on hot money, chocolate,

and rebuilt keisters.

Attention please,
Pan American announces its flight 516

from Panama City...

That's us.

I gotta pee.

I'm gonna have another drink.

That guy will be
in customs for another half an hour.

- All right.
- Irving, another one.

Okay.

Phil.

Yeah?

I was up all last night
thinkin' about it.

As a favor to me, will you see Sellers?

Now what the hell am I
gonna talk to Sellers...

You know, the questions.

Yeah. "Did you knock off
the daughter of a war-wounded nobody?"

How's that for starters?

I changed my mind.
I think I'll have that drink.

Irving, a Bushmills for me, please.

Comin' up.

Go pee.

...there's a call for you.

Please pick up
the white telephone, line 3.

How about that?
Ain't that somethin'?

That's somethin'.

Hey, Phil. You know,
I've been thinking.

Do you think it's really

sideways?

God, I hope so.

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.

And there she goes!

Little Linda!
A loaded pistol.

Let's give the little lady a big hand.

Well, that's about it.
That wraps it up at the Scanty Clad.

Be back in about 20 minutes.

New show, new faces.
You'll have to see it.

That's the same birthmark.

It's Mr. Richards!

The sooner I get out of here,
the better.

Anything happen, Charley?

The man called.

I've got to know something.

You might be my son.

You might be loco.

Loco. Why?

It's Herbie Dalitz.

Oh.

Well, please tell Mr. Sellers
I returned his call.

You gonna need me later?

I don't know, I couldn't get the man.

I was countin' on it.

Well, look, sweetheart,
you stick close to a phone.

If there's some kind of
a party, I'll buzz you.

What about you, Herbie?

I'm still workin', baby.

I got another show in 20 minutes.

As far as I know,

I've never been in Texas
before in my life.

You clean up.

Have Branson bring you
up to the house.

I do miss Paris.

All those old love affairs?

No. For the food.

There isn't one
civilized place for the food here.

Christ, you're such a snob.

I hear that McDonald's
is openin' up

a store on the Champs Elysees.

Never. Paris stands
like a fortress against the hamburger.

That's what they said about Coca-Cola.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Bingo!

Why did you bring me here?

I like it here.

I like to get drunk here.

What are you trying to tell me?

That I care about you.

That I care about you.

But I'm... Oh, shit!

I'm starting to draw
dirty pictures about what you do.

I'm not that tough.

I have no right to draw pictures
around our relationship.

But it's happening.

I'm falling off of the arrangement.

But you understand
that this is your problem, not mine?

You are the only man that ever
brought compassion into bed with me.

I never felt that from any man.

And I love you for that.

Is that enough?

No.

No, it's not.

My father loved me, too.

But he was just like you.

He was obsessed with being right.

And he got killed for that.
Blown up.

Placing plastique in a car
on the Avenue Montaigne.

And then I was really alone.

I've always been alone.

Take care of me, Phil.

Take care and I'll stop
doing what I do.

I can't.

I... I can't, not yet.

Then leave things as they are.
Just love me.

Shit,

I don't know how to do that.

I don't know how to do that.
I wish to Christ I did.

I must go.

Where?

I just have to go.

Where?

To the dirty pictures.

And the money.

And the money!

Hmm, that's naughty.

Yes, I can see that.
Oh, that's naughty.

What nasty things you're telling me.

Yes, I can see that.

And what are you doing now?

I mean, right this second.

Hmm, I'd like that.

No, don't.

No, no, don't, take it easy.

Isn't it better like that?

Yes. Me, too.

Well, we'll try that next time.

You mean just my boots? Yes.

Oh, white pants. I...

This is your Roto-Rooter man.

Your plumbing's stuck.

Just what the hell
do you think you're doing!

I'm saving some psyched-out
son of a bitch $100.

Where the hell do
you think you're goin'?

Where do you think you're going?

Let go of me, Phil!

You sick little bitch!

I'm leaving! Right now!

You want to know where I'm going?

That's what you want, isn't it?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

The dirtier I feel,
the cleaner you feel.

That's enough now!
I'm leaving anyway!

Well, then, take it all!
Take all of it!

You know, you say you sleep with me.

I'm just an excuse for you, that's all!

You know something? You have to know.
You don't make love with me.

You have confession with me!

Well, I've got the news for you!

You think I, I'm going
to the circus tonight.

You know what the program is?

Ow!

Get off!

No!

I will go anyway!

Bitch, you goddamn bitch!

Salaud! No!

No!

No! No!

No!

Operator, I want to make
a long-distance call

to Akron, Ohio.

I'll pay here.
The area code is 216...

771-376...

The dulcet tones
of Counselor Sellers, right?

Right.

I've heard that
voice drone on in court,

charming the pants off juries.

Uh, where'd you get it?

We have an ongoing tap
on a public booth at the marina.

There have been pleasure boats

slipping smack up from Mexico.

Now and then we get something.

But this is out of our domain.

This is political.

How so?

That number connects to a public booth

in Akron, Ohio,
Division and 5th Street.

Opposite a union headquarters.

Three men came
out of that building and were blown up

almost simultaneous to this call.

Blown up?

Blown up.

And, uh, Counselor Sellers
happens to represent that union.

Bingo.

You mind if I keep this?

Sure.

In itself, it's not incriminating,

and legally it's inadmissible.

But you fellows deal
with matters political.

I thought you'd be interested.

Yeah, yeah, we might be interested.

I owe you one, Jim.

Take care of that bump
on your head.

Yeah, Doc.
Yeah, that's right.

Yes, the pills worked just fine.

Why didn't you call us
when it happened?

Marty wanted me to wait.

I'll check in with you...

Till he looked better or felt better?

No. No.

Can I get you some coffee or something?

No, thank you.

Black, please.

Thank you, Doc.

How you feeling, Marty?

I feel terrible.

You look terrible.

Sit down.

Mind if I smoke, Marty?

No, go ahead.

Talked to Peggy Summers.

She said she left
Gloria at a party that night she died.

We knew that.

But did she tell you
what kind of a party it was?

No, she didn't say.

It was a sex party in
a mansion in Pasadena.

Tell you whose mansion it was?

She only knew the man as Leo.

Tell you his last name?

Just Leo.

But I did get a photograph of the man.

She also told me

that Peggy danced
in a nightclub on the strip,

a place called the Scanty Clad club

and that she sometimes
dated the M.C. there.

Man by the name of Herbie Dalitz.

Do you mind if we keep this, Marty?

No, go ahead.

Thursday night I went there.

Why?

Because I told you, I'm going to
find out what happened to my daughter.

Thank you.

Marty, here was something in that
autopsy report we didn't tell you about.

Your daughter had
traces of semen in her.

So what?

An inordinate amount of semen.

I had a right to know that.

I didn't think you could handle it.

Marty, that place you were at,

Santa Monica Boulevard,
the Sunset Strip,

that whole sex-for-sale business,

that's run by very organized people.

Very organized.

An amateur like you
can't go up against professionals.

You think Gloria was part of that?

I think your daughter ran
in very dangerous company.

Can you think of anything else?

No.

All right then.

What about the photograph?

What about it?

Peggy told me
the man's name, an attorney,

a very important attorney.

Well, so what, Marty?

Your daughter committed suicide.

There's nothing we can do
that can change that.

That just ain't good enough, Lieutenant.

It isn't fair.

I've got a dead little girl

and I'm gonna find out
what happened to her.

You understand that?

I'll make a deal with you, Marty.

What kind of a deal?

I'll find out everything there is
to find out about your daughter's death.

Everything.
But you've got to stay out of it.

You've got to keep your nose out of it.

All right?

Yeah, all right.

Good afternoon.

See you later.

Maybe you're right.
You gotta trust somebody.

I want you to run out to Venice

and shake down that Summers girl, okay?

Okay.

It's a break she didn't tell Marty
Leo's last name, huh?

You're not kidding.

We got to keep it that way.

You think Marty would try to burn him?

I don't know.

Hey, where the hell you going?

Dalitz in?

Upstairs, through the kitchen.

How's it going?

It's great to be in show business.

There's a cop on his way up.

Welcome to the show.
Bachelor number 1

is a makeup artist for films and stage.

He's interested in photography.

He's a movie buff...

Hello, Herbie.

Hey, Lieutenant.
How are you?

Fine, just fine.

Take a walk, Charley.

Business administration student
bachelor number 2

plans on a career in banking.

He collects early jazz
and blues records.

Here is Tim Freitag.

Tim, attaboy.

Hey, come on, Phil,
Charley loves that show.

Well, what do you want here?

You're not workin' vice, are you?

I said take a walk, Charley.

Take a walk.

Take a walk!

Oh, my God!

Charley, take a walk!

All the way out of the building.

All the way to Sunset Boulevard.
Find a massage parlor,

they'll rub your leg,
make you feel better.

Sit down, Herbie.

What's all the rough stuff for?

I said, sit down!

Okay, I, I'm sitting, Phil.
I'm sitting.

Hey, uh, listen, did you hear the one
I'm doing in the show,

about a guy walks in the elevator

and there's a naked broad there,
and he says to her,

"Hey, my wife's got that same outfit."
That's funny, right?

I think I'm makin' a comeback
around here.

I swear to God,
the waiters, the busboys,

they're really laughin' it up.

What can I tell you?
It's just,

it's just a couple of cooze
we balled around with.

The girl on the left, she was found dead
a little over a week ago.

Well, what have I got
to do with that? She was,

she was just some hooker.
A kid. Gloria something.

She used to dance around here

and then she made
some of those hardcore flicks.

Who did she make the pictures for?

That... That company that Leo fronts,

uh, Cinema somethin', I don't know.

Anyhow, Leo saw her
in one of those films

and asked me to bring her
and the other girl up to the house.

When was the last time you saw her?

Uh, I don't remember.

Uh, it was a week ago
last Saturday, up at Leo's place.

Uh, Leo's place, a week ago Saturday.

What happened?

Nothin', we just, we blew a little
leaf, the other girl left

and we stuck around and had a
little party with this Gloria.

Who else was there?

There was, there was Leo and me

and then some rock and roll freak.

Christ, that...
That Hollinger kid could never get enough.

I saw her in this 2-reeler.

She was a very pretty girl.

Very wild, very sensual.

I had her to some parties.

What kind of parties?

Well, parties.

Say, I've got some great natural
carrot juice up at the office.

I'll pass.

There's nothing like it.

Yeah, I hear it's great for the ovaries.

Something stronger?

Yeah, that'd be fine.

We'll go into Harry's.

Mr. Sellers.

My table open?
Chilled vermouth.

Bushmills straight up.
Water on the side.

It's fashioned after
Harry's in Florence.

Yeah, I know.

Oh.

Well, take your pick.

Be comfortable.

Tell me some more
about Gloria Hollinger.

Oh, that girl fascinated me.

I watched her up on the screen, there.

She could get milk out of a crowbar.

I had Herbie run her down for me.

Give her a job at the club.

Tossed her some money
for some private work.

She wanted things.

So she balled around
trying to grab a bright light.

Well, you can't blame her for that.

Every other beauty contest winner
does the same thing.

Cogent cultural comment.

- Good health.
- Cheers.

Was Gloria your girl?

"Your girl"?

I haven't heard
that phrase since the '30s.

Well, that's my problem, Leo.

I'm a student of the '30s.

I love the '30s.
Cole Porter, Dizzy Dean,

clean air, clean water,

and young girls were
treated with respect.

Phil, don't make
a big number out of this.

I'm not makin' a number out of it.

You had Gloria's number,
and now she's dead.

No number.

That girl suffered severe psychic pain
long before I met her.

Psychic pain? Wow.

You're an expert on psychic pain?

Every good attorney is.

Yes, but you didn't
help that girl, Counselor.

I never damaged that girl.

Listen, Phil,

that girl left my house
about 2:00 a.m., in a taxi.

And that's the last time I saw Gloria.

All right.

I'd like to have a copy of that film
you made with her.

It'll be at your office
in an hour.

That kid's father,

was he anybody?

No, Leo.

He was just one of those
middle-class Americans

who thinks you get 40,000 miles
on a new set of tires.

Hmm. Yeah.

You represent a company called

the Great Lakes Transport Alliance,
don't you, Leo?

That's right.

Did you know that three men were
blown up in Akron, Ohio?

It's a big country.

People get killed every day.

There's a pool-hall rumor
that you're the honorary capo.

Everybody shoots pool.

You running policy slips?

Yeah, death policies.

This phone number belongs
to a public booth in Akron, Ohio.

Phone booth faces
union headquarters.

A phone call was placed
to that number from a booth

at the L.A. marina almost to the second

three union officials were blown up.

The call was made at 3:05 on the 16th,
Leo, and you made that call.

My God!

There's nothing
sacred anymore, is there?

No, there isn't.

The 16th?

Right, the 16th.

Yeah.

Oddly enough,
I was in the vicinity on that date.

Let's see...

In bed

with a lady we both admire.

Besides which, Phil,

nothing you have

is legally germane to anything.

Who gets killed today, Leo?

Like I said, I saw Nicole recently.

You two have set up house.

That's right.

Well, you're a very
understanding man, Phil.

Considering what
Nicole does for a living.

Everybody hustles, Leo.

Well, yeah, but

brilliant whores become courtesans.

I think Nicole likes it.

Ciao, Phil.

Phil?

Where are you?

I'm in here.

What time did you get home?

About the other night.

What about the other night?

I want you to know I never see
my sins when I'm with you. Never.

We made a deal.

I do what I do,
and I know what you do,

and it's killing me.

Because I love you.

You must know that.

I knew it.

But I didn't think
you could ever say it.

I've always loved you.

I smell your goddamn
perfume all day long.

You know what I'm tellin' you?

We're going to bust
out of here. I promise.

Soon.

I'm Ava Gardner.

Hmm.

And we're in Madrid.

Mmm-hmm.

And they're playing
The Music Goes Round and Round.

And if you say "bingo"...

Bingo.

Want to run that again, Lieutenant?

No, thanks.

Christ. How far can a kid fall?

When survival is threatened,

who knows?

She's just a kid.

A white kid at that,
her survival wasn't threatened.

Depends on how you define survival.

Shit, I don't know.

Charley, rewind that film.
We'll wait for it.

So you still think Sellers is clean?

Yeah, I think he's clean.

The Summers girl admitted
that Leo was the man in the photo.

She didn't say Leo who.

No, she's scared of him.

She's also afraid of Marty.

What are you goin' to tell him?

Nothing.

Nothin'?

Nothing.

You were never going
to tell him anything, were you?

Bingo.

Well, that's charming,
that's really charming.

Belgrave.

Paula Hollinger for you.

Do you always drink martinis?

Why not?

Aren't they sophisticated enough?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I never know what to do
with the olive.

Yeah, I never know
what to do with the onion.

And you always drink Bushmills?

No. I used to drink, uh...

What?

Pink ladies, but I didn't think
it was very butch.

Why'd you let him get out of the house?

He wouldn't listen to me.

He just went out.

He's liable to get hurt.
Badly.

I think... Oh, sorry...

It's all right. No big thing.

Thank you.

Good health.

You said Marty was never the same
after Korea.

What did you mean by that?

He hardly spoke.

We almost never made love.

What about his relationship with Gloria?
What was that like?

They were very close.

Were you?

With who?

With Gloria.

When Gloria was three years old,

she walked into my bedroom.

And she saw me with another man.

A man I was crazy about.

When she was three years old?

Yeah.

Would have been 1956, '57?

Where was Marty then?

Marty was in a V.A. hospital.

Charming.

Look, you've got to
understand something.

Marty was in deep therapy.

I didn't even know if he was
going to be released.

I needed someone.

I'm sure you did.

I don't expect you to understand.

Oh, no, you live in
a right-and-wrong world.

Oh, yeah, I'm a real cub scout.

God, doesn't anything
move you, Lieutenant?

I mean, haven't you ever
loved someone? Anyone?

I've been in love all my life.

With who?

Driftwood.

Yeah, I love driftwood.

Old bands.

Old songs.

Old ballplayers.

Old soldiers.

What about a girl?
Don't you have a girl?

Yeah, I got a girl.
She's a nurse.

Check, please?

All right.

When Gloria walked in on you,

what kind of an effect
did it have on her?

She never mentioned it.

But she never kissed me after that.

Did Marty know about it?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Years later, I told him.

And he left me for six months.

And that's when Gloria moved out.

Did Marty know that
Gloria wasn't his daughter?

How do you know that?

I don't know. Just guessed.

I'll give you a lift home.

The lights are on.
Marty must be home.

He never went out, did he?

No, he didn't.

I just don't want Marty hurt anymore.

I wanted you to know everything.

Well, that's very commendable.

You must think I'm the all-time bitch.

No, I don't.

You said I live in a
right-and-a-wrong world.

I've listened to
confessions all my life.

I don't judge anybody.

You want to come in?
Can I get you something?

Yeah.

What?

Artie Shaw.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Good night.

See that guy sittin' over there?
The one with the beard?

...my wrist green.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

What about him?

He's a lawyer.

He represented a guy I busted once.

Tried to sell me some skag.

I had him cold.

Tried to sell the dope to me.

And then

he hired the bearded fellow
for his lawyer.

The day of the trial, he showed up

and the judge did everything
but stand at attention.

What do you mean?

Well, I had a kid from the D.A.'s office
representing me.

He wore a green J.C. Penney suit.

And a red tie.
Had coffee stains on it.

And the bearded guy,

he represented the dealer.

And he wore a $400 jacket

and a $2,000 Swiss watch

and wore tinted shades.

And in about 30 seconds

he destroyed the kid
in the green J.C. Penney suit.

The dealer walked out,
and gave me the finger.

You win, you lose.
That's the game.

Yeah.

Except I remember attorneys without
beards and $400 jackets.

The game seemed
a little more balanced then.

Shall we?

I can't believe that.

It's true.

Pardon me, Counselor.

I don't mean to break anything up.

We met about three years ago in court.

And I just never got over
how well-dressed you were.

Well, enjoy your lunch,
and my best to your tailor.

Thank...

Why!

The fare was $25.60,
she gave him $4.40 tip.

She told the driver
she wanted to walk on the beach.

She danced in the Scanty Clad club.

You still don't realize

what kind of business
your daughter was in, do you?

What kind of business are you talking...

Sex-for-dollars business.

Bullshit!
My daughter was used by someone!

Someone who hosted those parties.

Someone big.
Someone with juice.

Who are you protectin', Lieutenant?

We don't have to protect anybody,
Mr. Hollinger. The truth is

your daughter committed suicide
all by herself.

I don't buy that
for one goddamn minute.

Someone's paid someone off, here.

You guys are all bought
and paid for, everybody knows that.

You cops are a nickel a bunch.

Come on, Mr. Hollinger,
we're going to the movies.

Jimmy, set up the Hollinger 2-reeler.

We're on our way down.

Come in.

Oh, Hal! Oh, yeah.

Kill it, Charley.

Tell me.

No!

Tell me! Do you hear me!

No!

Tell me!

Tell me!
Do you hear me?

No!

- Tell me!
- I don't know anything! No!

Tell me the name!
The name!

I don't know.

Leo. Leo, that's all I know.

Leo who?

My daughter's dead and I've got
nothin' to lose. You understand that!

Now give me the name!

No! No!

Give me that name, you bitch!

Leo Sellers.
Leo Sellers.

Did you see Marty's face?

Yeah.

I don't think I'll ever forget his face.

We're in a hell of a business, Louis.

Do all the wrong things
for all the right reasons.

Uh-uh.

We shouldn't have to
do that to any man.

Det. Louis Belgrave, red line please.

Det. Louis Belgrave, red line please.

Belgrave. Yeah, Peggy.

Yeah. When?

I understand, Peggy.

Okay. We're on it.
Thanks for callin'.

That was Peggy Summers.

Marty just tried to kill her,
so she had to tell him about Sellers.

- How long ago?
- An hour.

- An hour?
- An hour ago.

Did you check Sellers' house?

I can't. He might burn Marty on sight.

We should get soldiers.

They're not going to get there
any quicker than we do.

Goddamn it, we should have
been in on this from the top.

This wouldn't have happened.

What should I do?
Dig up the girl,

arrest her for killing herself?

No, just some answers.

You could've given Marty some answers.

Believe me, Mr. Hollinger,
you're making a bad mistake.

Now, if it's a matter
of some compensation, I'm willing to...

Keep your hands on the desk.

Yeah, whatever you say.

I simply wish you'd believe me.

Look, no one made your daughter

do anything she didn't want to do.

But I understand how you feel.

Uh, after all, I'm a parent myself.

My daughter and I enjoy...

Uh, Mr. Hollinger,

ask yourself the truth.

Aren't you trying to expiate your own
guilt through some violent act?

You killed Gloria.

That's simply not true.

Will my death bring back Gloria?

I'm asking you to be reasonable.

Gloria was involved
with a lot of people.

Why single me out?

Because I can't kill everyone.

What about the guy in the hall?

He's out cold.

Jesus Christ, Marty.

Watch commander?
This is Sgt. Belgrave.

We got a 187
at 1155 Oak Grove Avenue, San Marino.

You finally did it, didn't you, Marty?

Couldn't leave it alone, could you?

You want to know what your
horoscope is, Marty?

I'm no fortune teller,
but I can tell you

what's going to happen to you.

They're going to put you in a cage

down on the funny farm
for about 10 years.

You're going to play Juliet
to some faggot's Romeo.

And they're going to rape you
with regularity.

They're going to feed you
through a tube.

You're worse than dead, Marty.

You're an exhibit.

I want my day in court.

No shit.

The country owes me that.

I want my day in court.

Oh, your day in court, my ass!

What country? What court?

Don't you know where you live, Marty?

Can't you smell the bananas?

You know what country you live in?

You live in Guatemala
with color television.

Guys like you ought to die in combat!

He murdered Gloria.

You don't understand, do you, Marty?

You're not supposed to kill
important citizens like Leo Sellers.

He killed Gloria.

No, he didn't.

He killed a lot of other people.

He didn't kill your daughter.

Your daughter drowned
on the banana river.

I want my day in court.

Where'd you get the gun, Marty?

Where'd you get the gun, Marty?

Pawn shop.

Did you give him your name?

Did you give him your right name, Marty?

No. No.

He charged me $400.

$400.

That's the going rate, no-name guns.

What the hell you think
you're doin', Phil?

Shut up, Louis!

Phil. Phil!

Jesus Christ.

Ow!

You just had your day in court, Marty.

Now listen to me, Marty.

Marty, listen to me!

You came to talk to Leo Sellers.

You got in an argument.

He pulled the gun.
You struggled.

You got hit, and he got killed.

You understand what I'm sayin', Marty?

Do you understand what I'm sayin'?

Yeah. Yeah.

You expect me to swear to this?

Goddamn right I do!

Phil!

Grab it, goddamn it!

You are crazy.
You can't fuck with these things.

I know I can't, but I did.
And you're in it, Louis.

You're in it. All the way.

My friend Marty and I,
we're going to swear to it in court.

You're locked in, Louis!
You're locked in!

There's got to be a little charity
in the system for the Martys,

and the albinos, and the Glorias.

Why?

'Cause they ain't got no juice!

I never thought
I'd do this for anybody.

You're not doin' it for anybody.

You're doin' it for a nobody.

Where the hell are you goin'?

We're goin' downtown.

Then we're goin' to
tell 'em what we saw.

You killed Leo.

You used Marty just like a hit man.
Right?

Wrong!

Wrong!

I'm the one that tried to keep
the lid on, remember?

You're the one that kept diggin'.

Jesus Christ, Louis.

There comes a time when you got to try
to turn the wheel around.

Okay?

Okay.

What've you got, Lieutenant?

Put your guns away, it's over.

One dead, one unconscious.

Hello?

Hello, lady.

Hi.

How was your day?

Well, I'm just sitting
in Ronald Reagan's sunshine.

I mean, Jerry Brown's sunshine.

What's wrong?

You sound depressed,
like you lost a friend.

I didn't lose a friend.
You lost a client.

Oh.

You'll hear about it on the tube.

Just for the hell of it,
why don't we, uh...

Why don't we fly up to Frisco?

Steal a little time, you know.

Maybe go to that crazy place
over in Sausalito?

What do you say?

I'll, uh, I'll meet you at the T.W.A.
counter about 4:30, all right?

You really mean it?

I really mean it.

Why, it sounds wonderful.

Nicole?

Yes?

Are you happy with your work?

Are you proposing?

Who knows?

It's very romantic up there.

I got to go back to the station
and check in,

fill out a report.

I'll pick up some Bushmills on the way.

See you in a little while, all right?

Okay.

Bye.

That's $2, thanks very much.

That's the wrong change.

- What do you mean?
- It was cheaper before.

No, it was $1.39.

I can't.
I have to get some more errands.

It went up 10 cents this last...

What you got for $1.25?

Have you got anything for $1.25?

Why doesn't she take a half pint?

She don't want a half pint,
she wants a pint.

- I want a whole pint!
- She's too short for a full pint.

Okay, hands on the counter.
Hands on the counter!

You let me out of here!
Let me out!

Hey, hands on the counter, asshole!

Come on, give me the money.
Come on!

Get in, come on!

Get in.

Call the police!
Call the police!

Call the police!

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