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Chandler, where's your hat?

Chandler!

Chandler...

You walk off in the middle of a shift,

and you will never guard again anywhere, anytime!

You know, there comes a time

when every organization the size of the one that envelops us

must have a change.

I draw the line at assassination.

Because of our long association,

I will overlook the nefarious melodrama

implied by that remark.

But don't overreach yourself, my friend.

If I've overreached myself, would I be here now?

Not that here is very much or very far.

My intent is to lure our esteemed leader from the east,

where he's too solidly entrenched,

and, taking advantage of a more liberal environment,

persuade him to relinquish control.

Well... i know his successor?

Oh, you know his successor.

Mm-hmm.

And I'm to provide the bait to lure him?

I have the bait.

What I want from you, my friend, is a patsy,

a man who will ensure that our decoy remains just that

without being aware of it.

Now, do you have such a man?

I might.

I just might.

Chandler, you're alive.

Yeah.

I'm... still here, Bernie.

I got a job for you.

Sure.

I do.

Sure.

There's a female arriving tomorrow morning by train.

7:48 A.M.

Caucasian, French, brown hair.

Height... 5'3 1/4". Weight... 103 pounds.

Appendix scar.

Who does your research?

Name... Katherine Creighton.

She painted the picture.

You got the shakes, Bernie.

What's the pitch?

No pitch.

She's some sort of a material witness

the government wants us to keep a track on.

Right now, we're short of manpower.

If I told you everything, it would spoil the fun.

You're my friend.

That's no reason.

I gave you your first break.

Besides, you're the type.

I don't want it. I'm not interested.

Think it over. Let me know.

I was asking you to help me.

Remember... 7:48 A.M., union station.

Give me a call.

Like it?

As good as I ever was.

We're keeping your office ready,

so when you want to re-open it.

On a case now, huh?

The "old clothes and playing it" bag.

That's action!

Hey, wait! I ain't finished yet!

You owe me, Rudy.

You must be kidding.

You owe me.

Hello, Leo. How you keeping?

For heaven's sake, it's 6:00 A.M.

You got my gun, Leo.

Come back at 9:00 when we open and get it.

I'm pressed, Leo.

Okay, okay.

Take it easy. We'll find it.

You look great, Leo.

Thank you. Long time, no see.

Well...

No.

No.

Yeah, that's it. .38 Smith & Wesson.

There's a case that goes with it.

Ah, these days,

it's all cameras, recorders, tvs.

All made in Japan.

Hmm.

Here's one to try.

You and Vince... you're about the same size.

Thanks.

You men are such idiots... always working the same line.

You have to go to school, change with the times, adapt.

Look at Vince.

He was retired, and he went back to work,

and what did he get?

5 to 10 years in San Quentin.

We do what we have to do.

How much more time has he got?

Four years, two months, and eight days.

Hmm.

It starts all over. August, huh?

Bernie Oakman, please.

No, miss, I don't have time to hold.

I can't... Call back.

Just tell him Chandler called from union station...

c-h-a-n-d-l-e-r, as in "Raymond."

Mm-hmm. Yeah, that's fine. Okay.

He's on it.

He just checked in at the office.

Most circumspect, my dear fellow.

He'll do nicely.

I'll observe him personally at a suitable distance.

I am confident he will serve our purpose admirably.

What kind of a bribe did you give miss Creighton?

Bribe, my dear fellow? Please.

Katherine Creighton

is a thoroughly respectable young lady,

even though she has been maintained for some years

by our esteemed leader.

But fortunately for us, she now wants out.

And surreptitiously,

I am providing her with the means

to accomplish her objective.

Knowing that he'll try to stop her.

Precisely, my dear fellow. Precisely.

He is emotionally involved, as they say.

But of equal importance, the young lady knows too much.

And anyone who knows too much is dangerous to everyone,

as I'm sure you understand.

Yes. The, uh, pattern is fairly clear.

You're the person? Yeah.

Would you step into the office, please?

Jesus!

What's the matter, zeno?

You think I'm one of your stiffs come back to life?

No jokes, please. I can't stand it.

Guys like me live forever. You ought to know that.

You know, Chandler, I could do my best work on you.

You're never gonna get me, zeno.

You're such a kick. Come on in.

You know, it's funny, you coming along just now.

Look who came in yesterday.

Pretty sad-looking.

Pusk walgreen, remember?

Half brother to Harry Jones,

the little guy who got himself cyanided.

Do you remember?

The pickpocket.

The very same.

Greased lightning.

Oh, he was fast and slick.

Ah, he was a great little guy.

It's a shame he never made the big time.

Of course, he... he was in

on the knockover of the seaman outfit.

Now, there was an outfit.

Tell me about your dirty rackets.

What do you mean?

The girl. Who is she?

Who?

Come on. You weren't pushing drugs on her.

Oh, you mean the one who just left here?

Yeah.

Oh, she's hot. You think she was on drugs?

You know, she might have been.

Hot to who?

Chandler, I don't ask questions.

I sell I.D.S, destinations,

and occasionally I do a little John hancocking as a sideline.

Then I pancake them like pusk here, and that's all.

What name did you give her?

Pettybone.

Jessica Pettybone.

On her, I don't like it.

Well, I didn't like it much, either, but I had no time.

They only contacted me last night.

Who put in the call?

Oh, some real nag.

A female with a foul mouth and a disposition to match.

Funny.

That voice used to do tricks for uncle Sam.

May still.

Anybody that knows you, zeno, is no innocent.

How true, how true.

But I'm fair and impartial,

and my services are available to everybody.

Of course, you're an exception.

Yes, I was the best...

shooting the angles, juggling them around,

and making them work.

Well... times have changed.

Things are different.

Chandler.

She's got money and a ticket to Monterey.

Monterey, huh?

With the phone's orders.

Yes.

Yes, I'm working on it.

You told me that before.

I've located her, and she'll be returned.

I've given you my word.

Don't threaten me. I said I'd have it done.

That's all there is to it. I'll handle it.

Yes, I'll let you know.

Sheryl.

Get me the file on Northern California, will you?

Kincaid, Monterey.

Yes, sir.

Kincaid.

Ah, you have a sketch pad, too.

What are you drawing?

I'm binder ransin.

'M a lock specialist.

My job is to keep people safe, and here I am on a train.

Can you imagine?

I didn't even know they still existed.

Miss.

I guess you're the shy type.

I guess it's none of your business.

I guess so.

What brand of cigarette is that, gaulois?

Gauloises.

Oh. Les enfants du paradis.

I bet you wore braces when you were a kid, too.

Oh, get lost.

You forgot that.

How about lunch?

You choose.

I'm hungry.

Could I have that, please?

Yeah. Wait a minute.

There goes my lunch.

I just lost 25 cents.

Well, it's nice to see a family traveling together.

Hello, sweetheart.

I got to take a picture here of this family.

All right. Okay, smile now.

That's good. Fine.

Thank you.

There you are.

I'd certainly like to see the rest of your portfolio.

What are you really?

I'm a... Relic.

I can see that. What do you do?

I guarded computers.

I was a certified rent-a-cop.

It's a scenic job. You clock in, clock out.

I got tired.

Thought I'd go up to San Quentin

and strap myself in an electric chair.

Except at San Quentin it's the gas chamber.

Right.

Nothing ever works out.

Of course not.

How about you?

Oh, I'm just a wayward catholic

searching for a final resting place.

That's all?

That's all.

Mr. Chandler.

What can I do for you, Angel?

How do you know my name?

That my name was Angel, Angel Carter?

No fooling.

I brought you expense money, a room reservation, and...

whose idea was this?

Bernie Oakman's.

Follow that car.

You're a... a...

you said it, sister.

Hit 'em.

With old yellow? You're crazy.

Oh, come on. This old heap can take it.

I don't like him.

Well, it's none of your damn business.

Taxi.

What are you trying to do?

You bastard!

Boy, you sure are a popular guy.

I don't care what happened, Waxwell,

or how you couldn't prevent it from happening.

I told you to get her and bring her back, untouched,

and that means by you as well as anybody else.

Hold on.

Hello. Bob.

Uh, can you call back in a half an hour?

No, better make it an hour.

Good, and you?

Fine.

Looking forward to talking to you. Right.

Now, is all that clear? No excuses whatsoever.

I'll be expecting to hear from you before the day is out.

I don't care how late.

Which is the way to cypress pond, please?

This way.

Thank you.

What do you want?

I was just admiring your work.

That's nothing new. I've heard your art lecture before.

Oh. Guns.

You'll do.

I'm tired.

All right, go ahead. Do it.

So, it goes that far, huh?

That far.

What do you want?

Hmm.

Can you tell me about it?

Oh, there's not much to tell.

I lived with a man, and then I left him.

He said he loved me.

What about your, uh, taxicab friend?

Hmm. Mr. Waxwell.

He was hired to bring me back.

Charming fellow.

Who else loves you?

No one...

Except you, whoever you are.

A detective?

Do you think if I told these people, they'd believe that?

You must be kidding.

All right, I'm kidding.

You're not kidding.

Well, detective, I'm thirsty.

The sun is down.

How about her portfolio?

Thank you.

Cynical.

What do you want?

Him.

He's an old man.

You hung up on old men?

I like his eyes.

It's dark.

Who can see eyes?

Do you mind? It takes only a minute.

And, of course, it's in color.

Remember me?

Yeah, the train.

Right you are.

Ross j. Carmady at your service, sir.

This place is getting crowded.

You said it.

Oh, Mickey mouse says time's up.

Uh-huh.

Oh, wonderful, wonderful.

Poor lighting, but... but wonderful.

Take a look at it.

- Sir? - May I have a cola, please?

Of course.

Your companion is indeed a woman,

a cornucopia of delight.

Such fine features, the line of the neck all...

I don't think I care to be prized limb by limb.

Exactly.

Thank you.

You two gentlemen discuss big business.

Ladies' room. Be back.

Now that we've gotten over the giggles

and the phony pictures, you're government.

You're doing just fine.

Quite justifying the nature

and the melodrama of your former career.

Look over there.

She can take care of herself.

My congratulations.

She certainly can take care of herself.

Dig it?

Routine.

Chandler. I don't believe it.

It must be... how long has it been?

About... yeah.

You're looking great, man. You're looking great.

Welcome to the den of iniquity.

Yeah.

I saw those guys trying to muscle in on you there, huh?

Yeah, well, them, yeah.

But you missed the number one...

Charles Kincaid...

Leaving with a girl.

Just now, right?

No, I didn't miss him.

I didn't miss him, smoke.

Around here, you name it, he runs it,

above the line and below the line,

including funerals,

very thorough funerals.

K-I-n-c-a-i-d.

Kincaid.

What do you mean, he won't answer?

Try it again, operator.

Mr. Melchior!

It's Mr. Kincaid.

Yes.

Yes, uh, all right. Good, Chuck.

I'll come out.

No, there's no need for that.

Well, all right. Thanks.

Yes. No.

All right, goodbye. Goodbye.

They've got her.

I'm going out and bring her back.

Going out there could be dangerous.

Anything is dangerous.

Bingo. He's coming.

That's understandable.

Well, you first, my friend.

Well, the object of our little game is at last pried loose.

Your promotion is under way, Chuck.

It shouldn't be any trouble at all.

God, look at that slice.

I can handle him. But why use her?

Why don't you just do it?

Chuck, we have your position to maintain.

We mustn't lose its cover.

That would be unwise.

And here your control of their association

lets us make arrangements without any interference,

and the young lady is an attractive and perfect wedge

to get Mr. Melchior out here...

all safety precautions

for the disposal of the rather unusual goods.

Then you're on your way to replacing him

in the national hierarchy.

You understand that, Chuck? Huh?

Chandler?

Chandler?

What?

Oh, Katherine.

There's a dead man in my room.

Sure, okay.

Listen to me. You keep disappearing.

You like me?

You'll do.

I've got money.

Yeah, that's it.

Start getting intimate with that crap.

Oh, forget it.

Tell me what happened.

Waxwell.

What about him?

He's dead.

Dead, huh?

How did you find me?

Lot of phone calls.

Why me?

Why not?

Thanks.

It was here.

He was there?

Yes, here.

I might have.

Perhaps I would have.

But I didn't.

Does it matter?

You ever see a man die?

Yes.

You ever see a man shot?

Yes.

Well, you were right.

Primeval gray matter.

Without this chunk,

Mr. Waxwell's gonna be missing 30 points of I.Q.

Takes a lot of caliber to do that.

It sickens me.

I don't see the connection.

Explain it.

Waxwell was sent by John Melchior

to get me back after I left him.

There were two others who dropped out of nowhere,

tried to convince me that I needed safe custody.

I don't know how they found me.

Who were they?

I don't know.

Why did you leave, Katherine?

A change, that's all.

At 19, I was alone here, and John seemed everything.

He cared, and I needed that.

And I loved him.

Of course, there was the luxury he offered, too.

Now I'm older.

And to be a pupil, it isn't enough.

I had to get out.

No good at all.

The association said

I knew intimate things about John Melchior,

which, of course, I do.

To them, I'm a threat, but I won't spill.

Everybody wants to squeeze me...

Even you.

I'm not even gonna try.

All I want to do is get you away from here.

So... keep your mouth shut.

You understand your position?

That's right, smoke. Whatever I say.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

Yep.

Sorry, I can't hot-wire any car.

That's it. Out of gas.

Let's walk a bit.

This isn't really my mode of living.

What is?

Urban lowlife.

It's in my bones. Freeways are my bloodstream.

How about your love life?

What was her name?

Her name? I don't remember.

Like hell you don't.

All right, then.

I remember it.

Is that the whole history?

No.

My mother had an ivory radio in the kitchen window.

She'd hum to it when she fixed dinner.

Hmm.

And you were hiding somewhere in the apron about knee-high?

About that.

What did she hum?

That's it.

I'll pass on the rest.

Las Vegas closed down by a strike.

New York City harbor closed down by a strike.

In Arizona, a man of 25 goes berserk

and slays his family of four.

The war goes on.

What war?

The second world war.

And I'm a relic of world war ii.

So what?

So what?

So, plenty.

Oh, Chandler, Chandler.

Tough guys can get so monotonous.

A ride!

Stop!

Let me see him.

Come on.

You still think you can get away.

How silly.

Hurt her.

Chandler!

Prepare for a dry run.

This will be the target on the right.

Five shots, three seconds.

Attention.

Unload your weapons, double-check them,

make sure they're empty and re-holstered.

Of course she was covered on the train.

I know that. I had no choice.

I can be overridden.

You were the decoy.

You were computered as a type who would grandstand,

blow cover, and snatch the girl.

They knew that.

You were watched right from the beginning.

I don't understand.

They were looking for bigger meat, or so they said.

While you were making an ass of yourself,

they were working behind the scenes.

They? They? Who are they?

The government.

And the girl in the train station up there... Angel?

Who? Oh, yes, miss Carter.

Just a government employee. Career girl, I believe.

Where is she?

Here, L.A. western exterminating company.

Does she know?

Where the girl is? I don't know.

Anyway, what's the difference?

It's all over.

No.

You did this to me, Bernie.

And you took it.

You knew as well as I did right then that something stank,

unless you're a hell of a lot stupider than I taught you.

So, go take your self-righteousness elsewhere.

I'm not immoral.

Miss Angel Carter, please.

This office, sir.

Thank you.

Do you have an appointment, sir?

Sir? Sir?

Sir.

Where is she?

I don't have anything to say to you.

I don't have time for that.

Get out! Leave me alone!

I just don't have the time.

You... you called zeno. You called the mortician.

You did that, didn't you, huh?

Get the hell...

emancipated women are such a pain in the ass.

Where?

Kincaid's hotel.

Kincaid's in the government?

Yes, yes.

How about that?

I wanted to help you.

You never gave me a chance.

You never even looked at me.

You won't make it.

When you walk out that door, you've committed suicide.

Don't be stupid.

They've been planning this for years.

You can't stop it.

Would you excuse us?

John.

Come into my office. You can freshen up there.

Of course, it's unfortunate.

Personally, I regret it.

Drink, John?

But the girl was determined,

and one man got unnecessarily rough.

I don't know, Chuck. You're supposed to be good.

You're slated to move up.

So, I am personally involved.

She means something to me.

Yes?

Right.

I carried it out. I got her.

And you have my personal apology.

Frankly, though, John, I...

I think it's a mistake to get involved like that.

It's an unhealthy relationship.

It's bad for business.

Who was with her at the time?

A nobody. Never mind him.

What about the government?

The government?

Yes. Waxwell said the government was around.

Waxwell was a meat hacker,

and it got him killed.

He was a nobody.

Why would the government be interested

in one cheap girl, anyway?

No offense, but if they were after something,

it would be bigger than that.

Waxwell knew what he saw.

He may have been hopelessly promiscuous.

But he had a good eye. He was straight.

And who killed him? Katherine?

Come on.

It was either you or somebody else.

Why you, and who else is there?

Think about that, smooth one.

Why am I here? That's the question.

What's your rationalization?

I came because I had to.

See that? Know what that is? That's keratosis.

That's what they call that... multiplying brown spots.

I'm not used to this aging process.

Who is?

Silent majority.

Yeah.

I don't believe I know your name.

There he is! John!

May I talk to you for a moment?

There's someone you have to meet.

Chuck?

Chuck. My word.

Help me up.

That detective.

Monkey-faced detective.

Here? Yes, here.

Good for him.

An annoying individual.

Well...

The arrival of another catalyst...

our equation changes.

Zip your fly, Chuck. We've got business.

All right, tell me about this other man.

At least talk.

Kincaid's lying.

If so, why? For what reason?

Before you ever called him, he knew who I was.

That can't be.

It's true.

You mean because things got out of hand?

All that doesn't matter, not really.

What they did to me.

I'll live.

But for the rest, John...

It's no good.

Katherine.

Hey. Remember me?

Hello.

Long time, no see.

I'll come after you.

Don't.

I'll have to.

Come.

Notify downstairs. Check the cars.

They mustn't get off the lot. Right.

Now what?

Well, this is it.

Mr. Melchior will follow Mr. Chandler and the young lady,

and we will follow Mr. Melchior.

Yes, sir.

Ralph morgana at your service.

Want some gasoline in your machine?

A map of California.

California.

I'll put some gasoline in your machine.

Not a Mark on me.

That's it. That's it.

What?

It's Melchior they're after.

The whole time.

Melchior is the pigeon!

With him out of the way,

Kincaid moves up and takes over, right?

The government run their rackets very clever.

So, all the time I was running,

they knew exactly where I was.

Sure.

They were stringing you until they were ready.

We've been had, honey.

What can we do?

I don't know.

Nothing.

Something.

Hey!

My god, it's the ocean.

We got to get back on the road.

We're stuck.

Here we are... Wherever that is.

Chandler, thank you.

There's no way out.

I found you.

I'm hungry.

Me, too.

Katherine!

Katherine!

Katherine!

Katherine!

You'll do.