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- Good
morning, it's "Eye On L.A."

Photography, modeling, and pumping iron.

Are they combining into
a new kind of soft porn?

This morning, "Eye On L.A."
looks into this phenomenon.

There are those legitimate photographers,

like Harry Langdon,

and then there are those
photographers right on the edge.

We'll be talking to the
controversial Bobby Korshack,

who's had his legal
difficulties in the past,

run-ins with the local authorities

over films he called art
and others called obscene.

Korshack's magazines have
hurt legitimate publications.

In fact, some have been removed

from supermarket checkout
counters because of their covers.

Is he, as he says, "Glorifying
the new female form,

just like Ziegfeld"?

Or is he still, as he's been
called by his detractors,

the "King of Sleaze"?

We'll be hearing from the models,

the agents, the publishers.

But first,

let's meet the always-controversial
Bobby Korshack.

Okay, Mr. Korshack,
you're considered by some

as the king of porn.
- Oh.

- How long
have you been doing this?

- I've been...

I've been into it for about three years.

- Uh-huh.

Has it been profitable so far?

- I always do well.

- Uh-huh. I see.

Mr. Korshack, this fashion of
female muscle-building, um,

how prevalent do you think
it's going to become?

- I think it's...

I think it's the new wave.

I think it's an era that,
you know, It's worldwide.

It's really important.
It deals with health.

- Now, I've been
told that you and other men-

- What the fuck?
- Find these muscle women

very attractive.

What do you think they
look like in clothes?

- Ordinary. Detestable.

- Uh-huh.

Mr. Korshack, you knew we'd be

getting around to this eventually.

It's no secret you've
had problems in the past

with, shall we say, well,

some very sexually
explicit photographic work.

Do you regret any of that now?

- No, I see growth. I actually do.

It's, um...

I mean, we all come from somewhere,

and I've tried different avenues.

I'm not ashamed of what I've done,

and I'm proud of what I am doing now.

Um, to expand on that a little bit,

I've tried different avenues, from acting.

- Wait a minute.

- Actually working in some of the films,

for my friends, primarily.

None of this stuff is released. But, um-

- Hey!
- It all helped to bring me

to this point now, where
I'm doing very well.

- What are you
trying to pull?

- In your
opinion, Mr. Korshack,

do you feel film or still photography

represent a woman at her sexiest?

- Is that one of those trick...

Great.

God.

- Only a story...

- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

You were an actor for some time.

Did your acting experience
help you as a photographer?

- Oh, very much, very much.

Really, still, photography is like acting,

just in short moments.

My ability as a photographer
in bringing something out,

to bring that moment out in these people,

to be sensitive to them,

and to understand really
helps a great deal.

I've been on both sides of the camera.

- Are the models sensitive?

- Very sensitive.

You gotta be very careful and
treat them as human beings

and not objects.

As an actor, I understand that.

I've been able to work with them

and get the best out of them.

They've got a lot to offer.

- Mr. Korshack,

do you think these girls will be replacing

what was thought of in the
past as the conventional type?

- Oh!
- Well, I think these women

are all beautiful.

- Congratulations.

- It's 9:30, and
I'm on my way, but I'll be at-

Can it wait?

I'm doing this slalom over the canyon.

- I gotta talk to you.

Jacky!

- Right here.

- What happened last night?

- Christ, you start early.

What are you boozing for at
10 o'clock in the morning?

- Breakfast of champions.

Jacky, please. Come on.

What happened?

- You fucked up again!

- What do you mean? How?

I don't remember a damn thing.

- You're really something, girl.

You draw a blank whenever you-

- What did I do?

- "Do"?

All right.

I talked to a client of mine,
a woman who could offer you

the first reasonable
gig you've had in years.

I tell her how talented and
beautiful, et cetera, et cetera.

She goes all the way to
Martineau's to find you.

She calls me later to tell me
that she did like your style,

or whatever's left of it,
and you know what you do?

- Why don't I remember any of this?

- You're kidding me.

You know what you did?

You called her a dyke!

A greasy, diesel dyke, to be exact.

- Why would I say that?

- Because she is one.
But you have to say it?

- Listen, Jacky.

I just woke up with a dead guy.

- You got more serious problems

than lousy lovers, believe me.

- No.

I mean, dead, Jacky.

This man is cold.

- You're kidding me.

- I'm looking at him.

- He had a heart attack?

- Yeah, from a knife in his chest.

And there's- there's blood all over.

- Christ, Alex.

- Should I call the...

Should I call the cops?

- I think you better.

- I'm scared.

You know what I mean, Jacky.

The cops!

- No, it's bad if you run.

- I don't even know where I am.

- You better call the cops and a lawyer.

It'll be all right, babe.

- You wanna bet?

Wait, taxi!

Taxi!

1560 Sweetzer.

What time is it?

- 10:15.

- Friday?

- Thursday.
November 28, 1986.

- Do me a favor, will you?

Stop by my bank. It's on the way.

- It won't do you any good.

- Huh?

- Turkey, Pilgrims, Indians, and all that.

- Shit.

- That inquiry about your bank

isn't your sweet way to beat
me out of my fare, is it?

- Fairfax and Santa Monica.

Hey, Harry.

- Viveca! You were on again last night.

Channel 13 with Richard Egan.

You sure were something, Viv.

- Hey, Harry, I missed the
bank. Could you cash a check?

- Sure, Viv.

- Could you stand 200?

- Ouch!

- Thank
you for calling AirCal.

Due to Thanksgiving traffic,
all our reservations-

- Hey, Red. Thanks for opening up.

Viveca phone?

- Nope, just those.

- You can take off now.

I just got a couple of
heads to do for a party.

Make sure I got a line upstairs, will you?

Miss Harding say what it was about?

- Nope.

- Probably the party. They
give one every Thanksgiving.

- I know.

I see pictures of it in
the Friday papers. Lucky.

- Who?
- You.

It's Bel-Air.

You go out, you do her hair,

and then you get to stay, right?

- For a while. Thanks for coming in, Red.

- Flight 791, DC-9.

- Hi. When's your next
flight to San Francisco?

- On the
half-hour, but it's booked.

- Well, I'll take the next one.

- That one's booked, too.

- How about later this afternoon?

- We're
booked solid all day.

It's a real mess.

- How about, what do
you call it, stand-in?

- Standby. You can try Gate
2-B, but they're like animals.

What is it?

- Oh, God.

My husband just called.

I've been stuck in traffic for two hours.

They tell me that she's dying.

Her condition was stable
when I left San Francisco,

and now all of a sudden, with no warning-

- She? Whose condition?

My daughter.

- Acute angina pectoris.

17 years old.

- Oh, my God.

- Would you, please, can't
you get me on a flight?

- Honey, let me get my supervisor.

You wait over there.
- Thank you.

- Madam.

Madam, I've been told of your situation,

and we'll do everything
possible, of course,

but there's no procedure
whereby we can arbitrarily

displace passengers
already holding tickets

on our San Francisco
Flight 119 in order to-

- How about Vegas?

- What?

- Do you fly to Vegas?

I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry, you guys.

- How in the hell can you do that?

- I've been trying to call the auto club.

It just went dead on me.

I'm sorry. Let me give it another try.

I think it's just the electrical system.

Let me try it again.

Oh, my God! What do you know?

It must have just needed a rest.

- Your taillights don't work, lady.

- Hey, are you insured?

- I doubt it.

Why don't you stay here
while I go get the police?

- Don't I know you from some place?

You look familiar to me.

Oh! God.

- This may take a little while.

- That's okay.

- You wanna try the starter?

- Where is it?

- Hanging below
the dash. Two little wires.

All right, now give it gas.

Ah! No, give it gas!

Okay, okay, okay!

- Oh, God.

- This isn't a pickup, is it?

Okay, I was just checking.

You going into L.A.?

- Uh-huh.

- I'm Turner Kendall.

- Viveca...

Do you watch much TV?

- Uh, no, not much.

- Got a loose heel.

- Spade in a Caddy ran into somebody.

- "Spade in a Caddy"?

Is that anything like Jack-in-the-box?

- I wish I had a Caddy
dealership in Watts.

Spades, uh,

they spend disproportionally
on their transportation,

also in dressing their young.

- What are you, the Klan anthropologist?

- You can tell a lot about people

from the cars that they drive.

- You sure can.

- Oh, this is an investment.

- An investment?

- Sure, I fix it up a
little bit, your beaners,

they'll fight with machetes
for a car like this.

- My beaners?

- Yes, it's the tail fins.

Anything late-'50s, GM or Chrysler.

You don't say "beaners"?

- No.

- On your best behavior, huh?

3rd and Garland.
That's where I'm going.

- Oh, okay.

- But I'd be glad to take you

wherever you're going.

- Just drop me where I can get a cab.

- Whatever makes you happy.

- A cab. A cab would make me happy.

- Look, it
wouldn't be out of my way

to take you where you're going.

- How do you know?

How do you know where I'm going?

- No place would be
that far out of my way.

- Find yourself with a lot of free time

on your hands, Turner?

- Oh, just the Klan meeting this week.

That's all I got.

You need water?

- No.

- You're experienced, huh?

- Some things.

What were you doing at the airport?

- Me? Uh, seeing my daughter off.

Spent a couple of days with me.

I had to put her on that 12:30 flight,

so she could get back to
her mother by turkey time.

-12:30?

- Yeah, hung around, I guess.

I used to like to watch
the takeoffs and landings.

Now modern airports,

can't see the planes,
just like the bus depot.

- Haven't heard that in years.

- What?

- "Bus depot."

Well, it was a holiday.

Maybe you like watching all
those people say goodbye.

- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe.

They say hello, too, you know.

- This will be fine right here.

- Here? You sure?

- Yeah, my friend
lives right around the corner.

- Whatever makes you happy.

What if he's not home?

- He's home.

He's sick.

Uh, thanks again for the lift.

- Oh, it's, uh, stuck.

You gotta pull back and
shove at the same time.

Oh.

- Give one to the Grand Dragon for me.

- You got me all wrong, lady.

- Really?

- Well, that's okay. I
probably got you wrong, too.

- Hello!

Listen.

If I did that to you,

I didn't mean it, I swear to God.

I'm not a bad person.

I'll just tidy up,

and, uh, you keep on doing
whatever you were doing.

If I did do it, you must
have gotten me crazy.

Huh? You call me a lush,
something crazy like that?

I'll get the windows next time.

Kitty?

Here, kitty.

How'd you get into a closed...

- How is he?

- Who?

- Your sick friend.

- He's better.

- You're a lady
with a lot on her mind.

- What do you mean?

- Don't you
wonder how I found you?

Must have dropped out
of your purse before.

Had your friend's address
on this matchbook.

Do his laundry for him?

- All the time.

- You don't look
so domesticated to me.

- Well, I'm not. I'm just a good friend.

- It must be nice having a good friend.

- You lonely, sailor?

- No, but I don't
have anybody doing my laundry.

- Poor thing. Where you from?

- Bakersfield.

- No wonder.

- And you're L.A. by way of the Big Apple.

- Right.

Thanks.

- Any time.

- I'll take it.

- No, that's okay. I'll
take it to the door for you.

- What do you do for work, Turner?

- I'm a cop.

Ex-cop, really. Disabled.

- You don't look disabled to me.

- I'll take that as a compliment.

- Goodnight.

I'd, uh, ask you in, but it's
too ethnic, the neighborhood.

- Oh, I know. It's Jewish.

Very stable real estate. Low turnover.

- Exactly.
- Helps them to

keep certain traditional values.

- Turner.

- Very heavy emphasis on
educational achievement.

In the arts, these people-

- Please.

- But you know, that kind of isolation,

that does breed prejudice.

- Turner!

Look, I have a little disappearing act.

I count to three, and you disappear.

- Oh.

- One. Thanks for helping me today.

- You're welcome.

- Two.

You really saved my life.

- Any time.

- Three. Goodbye.

- Sure.

It didn't work.

- Sometimes it doesn't,
you know, when I'm tired.

What the hell? Come on in.

I got a couple of tacos in the freezer.

- Whatever makes you happy.

That's what you got, all right. Two tacos.

- Have I ever lied to you?

- That's very weird.

- What's weird?

- Two tacos, a jar of olives,

and 6 1/2 jars of mayonnaise.

- Well, I always
think I'm running out.

- And, uh...

Possibly lettuce, or is that a lime?

Ugh.

- I don't cook.

- And four gallons of Thunderbird.

- It was on special.

- Ah. Well, your, uh, credit
cards are all expired,

I noticed in your wallet,

but there's millionaires wish

they had as much mayonnaise
as you've got.

Any plans for tonight?

- Yeah, I'm gonna take a shower.

Air conditioner's been busted for a month.

- Oh.

Well, take your shower,
and I'll be right back.

- What for?

- Looks like you could use some real food.

Give me your keys.

To get back in.

Ugh!

The only, uh, turkey that
they had was sandwiches.

- That's fine.

And cranberries!

- Well, you gotta...

You got to have cranberries.

- Mm!

Oh, it's a trifle fruity, lacks depth,

but for the bucks, you can't beat it.

Hey, you married, Turner?

- Well, who'd marry a
guy with a '56 Chevy?

- It's an investment.

How'd you get disabled?

- Well, it was an incident.

- You really let
it all hang out, don't you?

- Okay. I got stabbed by a
little hooker, 14 years of age.

- Little spic hooker, was she?

- See, I didn't
say anything about spic.

- What stopped you?

- She happened to be of
Scotch/Irish extraction,

but you're right, most
of them are Chicano.

I didn't invite them in.

- You wouldn't.

- Hey, come on, it's Thanksgiving.

- Well, I'll drink to that.

- Anyway, she must have
cut some nerves up here.

I can't draw my weapon right anymore.

Feels awkward.

- Maybe you just
got tired of being a cop.

- Oh, are you kidding?

It was the best job I ever had.

- Oh, hassling drunks
and hookers, speed traps?

Must have been a good life.

- I did investigation work.
I might have made detective.

- Was it in L.A.?

- Bakersfield. Seven years.

- That's where you studied bigotry.

- You're bad.

How can I be a bigot? Hm?

I mean, they're full
of ill will and malice.

I just, uh, make observations.

- Like spade, beaner, and spic?

- That sounds like a law firm, doesn't it?

"Spade, Beaner, and Spic,
good morning."

- You got a
twisted view of the world,

you know that, Turner?

- Coming from a little broad

who's got 100 gallons of cheap wine

and two frozen tacos in her icebox.

- Don't forget the mayonnaise.

Actually, I'm rather surprised

that I don't look familiar
to you, Turner.

Obviously, you don't watch
the better TV channels.

- What?

- I am an actress.

Was.

I was even good.

They were grooming me to
be the new Vera Miles.

- The new who?

- Exactly.

Exactly.

I was supposed to replace somebody

the audience didn't even
know was missing.

I gotta call Jacky.

- Call who?

- Oh, God, Turner.

Don't you know anybody?

I mean, what do you do all day?

- I do plenty.

- Name one.

- I like to repair stuff.

- "Stuff." What stuff?

- Whatever needs it, whatever
people are through with.

Were you really any good?

- I could have...

I could have been a contender.

- Hey, I think I
did see you in a movie once.

- Thanks.

Who's that?

Hold the fort.

Hello?

- Alex?

- Jacky!

I'm gonna take this in the bedroom.

Hang up the phone, Turner?

Hi, Jacky. It's me again.

Who's drunk?

Oh, come on, baby. Aren't we pals?

What?

Oh, yeah. That.

It just slipped my mind.

Oh, don't get mad.

Nothing. I've just got some laundry to do.

Oh.

I'll do it tomorrow.

I'll do it tomorrow.

No.

- Alex?

- Uh-oh.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, shit.

Hello, gorgeous.

Ha! God!

- Come here.

- No. No!

What are you doing here?

No! No!
- Fix your air conditioner.

- No! No!

I want a drink.

I want a drink.

Then there was somebody in the
apartment when I went back.

- You saw somebody?

- No, but they were
watching from in the closet.

See, I was looking for the cat.

- Your cat?

- Somebody's cat. A goddamn blue-eyed cat.

- Where is he now?

- How do I know? On Broadway.

Then I got out of there.

- You say that you saw
this dead guy on TV?

Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

He was taking pictures
of ladies with biceps

and string bikinis, and there
was a lot of loud music.

- That's all you know about the guy,

he takes dirty pictures?

That, and you took him to bed.

- Oh, wait a minute. He took me.

It was his place, not my place.

It happens.

- Just be your way of making friends.

- But you know what's funny?

I didn't like him.

- I guess you didn't.

- I mean, on TV.

I wouldn't have gone to bed with him.

- You did.

- I know.

I know, but it's funny-

- It's not funny.

You blackout, don't you?

My advice, turn yourself into the cops.

- That's what Jacky says.

- Who the hell is Jacky, huh?

- My hairdresser.

- You told your hairdresser?

- He's also my husband.
You wouldn't understand.

Look...

Turner, if the cops get their hands on me,

they're not gonna look for anybody else.

- That's not true.

- Because...

Because of the other time.

- What other time?

- My ex-husband called the cops

and had me booked and tanked.

- Jacky did?

- Jacky's not my ex-husband.

Before Jacky, there was another guy.

We were kids.

- And why did he put you away?

- Because he was an asshole!

We were discussing my problem

over a couple of drinks on a weekend,

and, uh, next thing I know,
he's bleeding,

And I have a paring knife in my hand.

- How long were you inside?

- A while.

Three months.

- That's long enough to know what it is.

- Yep.

- You've been
drinking for some time, huh?

- We weren't drinking then.

We were just-

- Kids.

Do you really drink now?

- No.

When I want.

Who the hell's side are you on, anyway?

Thanks.

- Whose place is this?

- A friend's.

- This one alive?

Maybe you did kill that guy.

- I didn't.

- Well, either you did
it and you blacked out,

or you blacked out and you were set up.

- I choose number two.

- Either way-
- So long, Turner.

It's been really nice

talking to you
- You're a lush with a record.

What do you expect to call somebody

who guzzles beer at nine
o'clock in the morning?

- You bought it for
me, you son of a bitch!

- It's stuck. You've got to pull back-

- I know! I know!

Grab it with both hands and shove.

Why don't you get your lousy car fixed?

- I don't have the money.

- Well, get a job, you bum!

- In the movies, like you?

- Shove it up your lily-white ass, Turner!

Grab it with both hands and shove.

Come on, Frankie, rise and shine.

- Yeah?

- It's me, Alex.

- Oh, hi,
girl. What's happening?

- Frankie, you alone?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- You
won a million dollars!

- God, who are all these people?

What is everybody doing up?

- It's 2:00 in
the afternoon, Frankie.

- Oh, what a night. You
should have been here.

Or were you?

- I need help.

- Oh, honey, don't we all?

- No, listen, I don't have time.

I need clothes, makeup.

- And a dye job.

Honey, you know where everything is.

Go help yourself.

What do you think?

- Oh, God.

Frankie, don't you have anything simpler?

You know, a little less-

- Honey, I'm a drag
queen, not a transvestite.

I don't buy no housedresses.

Ugh!

Dearest, there is a
thing I bought last year

for a date at the bistro.

He was with the mafia.

Real sweet, and they're conservative.

- Oh, God.

- Your basic black.

- Don't tell me it won't start.

- I wanna help you.

- Who, me, the drunk?

- Yeah. That's what you are, all right.

- Then what do you wanna help me for?

- Because you're innocent.

There was no body in
your shower last night,

And why would you put one
in there after I left?

Somebody in the closet, that
could mean you were set up.

If you were set up, it
might be somebody you know.

- I gotta call
Jacky. Maybe he can help.

He's smart. He knows the people in charge.

- In charge of what?

- Everything. The world.

- He's a hairdresser.

- That's what he does.
That's not what he is.

- How long you been separated?

- We were married 10 years.

- How long ago did you separate?

- 10 years ago.

- Must be lovely growing old together.

- We gave it a try, and it didn't work.

Do you know, when we separated,
we got close.

It's funny, but I don't know.
I guess it's not so funny.

He loves me, and, uh, I helped him.

I put up a chunk of my
savings for his first shop.

When I stopped getting
parts in pictures...

Jacky takes care of me.

- Whose idea is staying married?

- Both of us.

I think I help him out

with those Beverly
Hills clients he scores.

- So he's straight, huh?

- Yes, Turner. There are
straight hairdressers.

- In Bakersfield, Jacky's a gay name.

- His name is Joaquin Manero.

- You married a Spanish man, huh?

- Give her a little body on top, okay?

Ciao.

Ah. Madame Pele Pierre.

- Jacky, these two gentlemen
are here to see you.

Oh, and, um, Viveca called.
She said she'll call back.

Um, she can't be reached.

- This a good place to talk?

- No.

- Was she having something

with this guy she killed, Korshack?

- Come on. Viveca never killed anybody.

- What, stiffs
just use her apartment

to take showers in?

- Who told you to look there?

- We're detectives.

- She's not capable of it. I know her.

- She's got a violent record.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Did you know that when you married her?

- It's why I married her.

Are you just here passing the time,

or should I call my lawyer?

- It's a great place for a stud.

Or are you a fag, Jacky?

- How bad do you wanna know?

- He's not in his office.

I called his car, and he's not there.

- Listen, Viveca, there's this
cop that I know with homicide

right here in L.A.

- No.

- Maybe he can help.

- No cops.

- Just on the phone.

- Why should I trust
some cop pal of yours?

- I don't know. He's Jewish?

Come on.

- Sgt. Greenbaum.

- A friend of yours said I should call.

- Yeah, hello?

- I'm calling about a body.

- Any particular body?

- The one...

The one on 1560 Sweetzer.

Mr. Korshack.

- Oh. That body, yeah.

- Hey, your friend doesn't
want you to trace this call.

- What about Korshack?

Hello?

Are you Viveca Van Loren?

- I didn't do it.

- I'd really like to hear your
side of it, Viveca. Maybe we-

- I just, uh...

I thought you should know that
where he wound up isn't...

It's not where he started, so to speak.

- "So to speak"?

- I mean, if I tell you where it happened,

maybe you can find out how it happened.

- Are you giving me a clue?

- An address. Yeah, I'm
giving you an address.

He was killed in a loft
apartment at 544 Mateo Street,

and I think you should
look for fingerprints

inside the closet near the entrance.

Just go over there right now.

- Oh, by the way,

who's the friend that
recommended me to you?

- This whole area is all gonna go

and get turned into
black glass skyscrapers.

The smart ones are making
a bundle holding out,

like this Korean landlord that I got.

He's been here less than
10 years, owns half of L.A.

They say orientals have bigger
brains than us. You think so?

- Sounds reasonable.

- Maybe I should go in
first, turn some lights on.

I only, uh, came to L.A.
a while ago with my wife.

A month after that, we got divorced.

She went back, and, uh,
we split up the stuff.

- Everybody gets divorced.

- Well, I don't believe in divorce.

- Don't believe in it?

- Nah, I hate it.

- Why'd you do it?

- She did.

She said I wasn't, uh, "promising."

- Left you her cookery stuff, huh?

- That was mine.

- He cooks, too?

You're quite a find, Turner.
She must have been crazy.

- Oh, I don't know. I see her point.

- Don't you lie about anything?

- Yeah, sure.

What's worth lying about?

- You're a great reader, huh?

- Oh, uh, those?

Well, no, I mean, uh...

I plan on reading them
when I have the time,

you know, uh...

I just, uh, buy books.

A quarter a piece
sometimes in Santa Monica,

get 'em by the pound sometimes.

Can't resist. All the
subjects interest me.

I'll get to 'em.

- What's keeping you so busy?

- Oh, you know. Nothing.

Daily life.

- That'll do it. Daily life.

Oh, my God. Nancy Drew?

It's a complete set!

- Yeah, I'm saving those
for my daughter,

Only she just told me that
she's too old for them now.

- Too old?

Oh, I've always loved her!

Oh, God. Nancy Drew.

She is so smart and outgoing and-

- Do you want them? Hm?

- What?

- You can have them if you like.

- Oh, no, I couldn't.
- Why not?

- No, really
- Please!

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

- All right.

- Good.

- I'd love them!

Oh, God.

When I'm in the clear.

- Yeah, when you're in the clear.

Been a long one, huh?

- What do we do now, Turner?

- Wait for Greenbaum to do his stuff.

- Waiting for Greenbaum.

I think I saw the play.

- You're a rare dame, Viveca.

- Listen...

Viveca's my fake name.

I'm really...

I'm Alex Sternbergen.

- Weren't you a sports announcer
out of Cincinnati?

- Alex for Alexandra.

- Oh, that's nice.

- I like it, too.

Like in arguments, it's
harder to yell, "Alexandra."

- So, would you mind if
I call you Alexandra?

- If you promise not to yell it.

- Oh, I won't yell it.

- Do you have anything to drink?

- Well, I got some vodka.

You want some?

- No.

What's going on, Turner? Do you know?

- Oh, well, I'm going over
to the loft, see what-

- Here. I mean, now.

- Yeah. I know.

- What is it? We wanna get laid?

- Why do you do that?

- What?

- You haven't wanted to get laid in years.

I didn't say in bed.

I said you hadn't wanted to in years.

- Oh, well, then, um...

- Hey.

- Stay until morning?

- Sure, darling. I live here.

Whoo!

Don't you drink?

You'd think they'd mention

the one fucking good film I made!

- You were asleep on the couch
this morning when I left.

- I heard you go.

- Why didn't you say hello? Hmm?

I went over to Martineau's,
that place you said you were at.

Korshack was never there.

- Where'd I meet him?

- You don't know, right?

- No!

Yeah, in bed.

- You made a call at
Martineau's, and you got a call.

Well?

You remember nothing?

- No.
- None of it?

Remember last night?

- Yes!

- You don't think somebody

might have asked you
to leave on the phone?

- Why'd they pick on me, Turner?

- Why not? You're perfect for it.

You got a record.

You're a blackout drunk.

You pissed away half of your life!

- You made such a success out of yours?

Restoring fucking toasters?

You don't know what it's like!

- What?

- Losing it!

What did you ever have to lose?

I was an actress.

- You drink, Alexandra!

- Oh, you're yelling!

- Fucking booze!

- You're yelling.

- Don't you wanna know what's going on?

- I gotta get out of here.

- Go where?

- Where's Greenberg live?

- Greenbaum.

- Oh, they live
together. Isn't that sweet?

- Hey.

Will you do me a favor?

- Have I ever
denied you anything?

- Stay here.

I'll be back.

- Viveca.

- Have you seen
the paper yet today?

- No, I picked up a copy at the airport,

but haven't had a chance to read it.

Yeah, Jacky reached me in Tokyo.

About an 88-hour time difference,

but you know Jacky when
he wants to do something.

- He spoke to you?

- Well, I...

I assumed he'd already spoken to you.

- Spoken to me?

- Well, isn't that why you're here?

- Why?

- Well, we worked it
out together, he and I,

before I left for Tokyo last Monday.

- Monday?

- Welcome back, Mr. Hurley.
- Thank you.

- Wait.
- Messages can wait, Ms. Rose.

- Yes, Mr. Hurley.

- It's just a simple matter of formalizing

what's been the de facto truth

between the two of you for some time now.

You do want me to handle it, don't you?

- Um.

What is there to handle?

- The divorce. What else?

- Nothing else.

- That's the woman. The blonde.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Well, um, not to swear in court.

I heard her yelling,

and then I just caught a quick look at her

as she ran down the hall.

- And what was she yelling?

- She was threatening somebody.

- What was she threatening to do?

- It was more ranting and raving.

- She was drunk.

- I wouldn't say...

Well, she could have been.

- Did you ever see her before?

I mean, did she visit that
second-floor apartment often?

- Not to my knowledge.

That's how I put it to
the police.

- All right, thank you.

Oh. You're locking your cat out.

- Oh. I wouldn't own a cat.

- Whose little cat are you, blue eyes?

- Hey!

I'll look in on you in just a few minutes.

♪ Can't get enough ♪

♪ You're gonna have to face
it you're addicted to love ♪

♪ Might as well face it,
you're addicted to love ♪

- Where the hell have you been?

- Change my looks, will you?

♪ Might as well face it,
you're addicted to love ♪

- It's a mistake.

What about color?

- Natural.

- Give me a hint.

- Some kind of brown.

- What?

What is it?

- Come on, Jacky! I talked to Hurley.

He must have called you.

- You don't understand.

- Yes, I do. That's what's sad.

It doesn't even have anything
to do with the jam I'm in.

He said you talked to him a week ago.

- He did?

- You couldn't come to me?

We didn't even have a fight!

You had to go to a fucking lawyer?

- He's your lawyer, too, Alex.

- Was my lawyer. You have
all the business now.

- It's just legal shit.

I'm going public. You know what that is?

- Selling stock. So?

- It gets complicated.

- It's not so complicated.

You met somebody, didn't you?

Anybody I know?

- Isabel Harding.

- You're kidding.

- No.

- Harding? As in Pasadena?

- Bel-Air. I love her anyway.

- Is she a client?

Sometimes you do her in her home?

- Once in a while.

- Beautiful place, huh?

- Beautiful enough, yeah.

- All that money.

- I got money.

- Ah, but with the
Hardings, it's so much more.

There's all that breeding.

Is that it? All that early American stuff?

- I don't give a damn about
all that early American stuff,

but if you're talking about, um, clout.

Yeah.

- Sure, Jacky.

You've been on the
outside long enough, huh?

Now you want in?

- I want in.
- Right.

Joaquin Manero.

- You're damn right.

- Aren't you afraid of
being bored to death?

- Not a bit.

- Well, she's probably no more
boring than the rest of us.

- Yes, she is.

- Mm!

- Hey, Turner!

You moving L.A.?

- Oh, I'm thinking about it.

How you been, Sergeant?

- Bakersfield's a long commute.

- Oh, I'm not with them anymore.
What brings you down here?

- Homicide. What else?

The Korshack thing.

- Doesn't ring a bell.

- I'm surprised.

- Why's that?

- Well, it made the news.

The deceased Bobby Korshack
had a little something to do

with dirty pictures or art,

depending upon how you feel
about naked ladies.

The prime suspect is
known to us, as they say.

- Well, you guys are good.

- Well, we got some problems.

Where he was killed, the body was moved.

Place was cleaned up, so there's no blood,

no weapons, no signs of violence.

I'm talking about the kind of cleaning

my wife would go crazy to
find somebody to do for us.

Just a strand of hair, not Korshack's.

- What color?

- Blond.

- A real blond?

- Who knows these days?

Also, could have came from a wig.

- Well, the lab will tell you that.

- You were wasted up there in
Bakersfield, Turner.

She's still at large.

- Who's that?

- The prime suspect.

Actual movie star. Viveca Van Loren.

- She should be easy to find.

- She's been quick,

but I'm gonna give her 24 hours anyway.

- Why is that?

- On the outside chance she didn't do it.

Somebody out there knows she didn't.

- Nice to see you again, Herb.

- Same here.

Take care of your kitty, Turner.

Charlie, pull records.

Let me check on a cop, probably
ex-cop, out of Bakersfield,

retired, fired, or disabled.

See if he's getting any checks forwarded.

I want an L.A. address for him.

Name's Kendall, first name Turner.

- My God.

It's Alexandra Sternbergen.

- It's not gonna hide you for long, babe.

- I know. I'm okay, I got a place.

- Where?

- A guy. He's got an
apartment, sorta.

- Who? Frankie?

- No, a guy I met by accident.

It's okay, Jacky. You don't need to know.

Just stay out of it.

- Alexandra?

- You can't trust some guy
you met in a bar, Alex.

- It was the airport.

- Wherever. What does he want?

- What do you mean? Nothing.

- What was he doing there?

- Seeing his daughter off.

- Did you see his kid?

- No, but she...

He knows I'm innocent.

- So do I.

- But no, not because he's my friend.

He saw there wasn't a body in the shower,

and then there was.

- And then there was.

He put it there.

- No.

- Who else could have, and so easy?

You were passed out, am I right?

It was when I was talking
to you on the phone.

He was there, wasn't he?

- Yes.

- And did he know where Korshack was?

- Will you call Hurley?

- First thing in the morning.
You'll be okay here for now.

You know where everything is.

- And will you stay here with me?

- I have a dinner date.

- The Hardings?

- I'll come back in an
hour, an hour and a half.

They go to bed like babies.

Hey, I'll bring Isabel.

- Oh, that'll be nice.

- Maybe she knows, you
know, a tougher lawyer,

tougher than Hurley.

You know the kind.

Gentlemen-looking, but a
real killer for his client.

You want me to turn on the tub?

- Oh, no. Uh-uh.

- Take a rest, babe, okay?

Forget about everything.

- Bring me back something from dinner.

I wake up hungry.

- I remember.

- Sam, pick him up when he
reaches Holden and Washington.

- Thank you. Thank you, all of you.

And thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Harding

for this lovely dinner

and for having such a lovely daughter.

Now, I'm afraid I have to take her

away from you for this evening.

- Oh, why?
- I am not supposed to tell.

It's a surprise party.

I never did know how to get someone

to one of those damn things
without giving it away.

- Neither have I.

- Thanks again for everything.

- I know we'll see you

again soon, Mr. Manero.

- I'm sure of it.

Fred, would you bring miss
Harding's car around, please?

- Jacky?

Jacky?

- Where's Jacky?

- He's coming back!

- Alexandra.

- Oh, God!

- Alexandra, there was
a double in that loft!

Somebody wanted to look like you.

They made a fuss, they made some threats

so the neighbors would see, and they did.

I know 'cause I talked to her.

- Who'd wanna set me up?
- Listen to me.

Homicide has got a blond
hair from up in the loft.

Now what I'm saying,

Is that it came from your wig

and not from...

What the hell happened
to the bleach blonde?

- Oh, my God.

- Where are your clothes?

We gotta get out of here.

We've gotta get this wig to Greenbaum.

- Alex, please.

Please! Please!

Alex. Please.

I don't wanna hurt you more.

- Jacky.

Oh, my God! What are we gonna do?

- I don't know.

Alex! Don't.

- Jacky. We can't.

- Isabel, you killed a man!

Now whatever has to be done!

- You set me up to save her?

- Turn the water on!

- Jacky, no.

- Do it!

- Jacky.

- Who fired?

- That man there.

- Call an ambulance.

- Cedars? This is Officer Lewis.

We need an ambulance at 1625 Robertson.

Do what you can.

- Well?

- Pretty rapid, pretty weak, barely there.

- Call
for a second ambulance.

- Lenny,
you better get down here.

Bring everything.

One guy, and we don't
think he's gonna make it.

The other one's hurt.

Just get down. Right now.

Okay. Thanks.

- Stay down. You'll pass out.

- Officer.

Thank God you're here.

He killed Korshack.

Now, tonight, that poor man there.

- No.

It was her.

Korshack had pictures.

He's been blackmailing her for years.

He threatened to show them to her father.

- My father is Joshua Harding.

He will be able to-

- Harding? Is that Judge Harding?

- Herb? Phone.

- Oh, no.

No.

- Dr. Klein,

will you call extension 7042?

Dr. Klein, call extension 7042,

- He's gonna be all right.

- What can I do for you?

- Nothing. Thanks.

- It was impounded.

That '63 Mercedes

you left at the airport
day before yesterday.

- Day before yesterday.

- I got it released, had
them leave it downstairs.

- Thank you, Herbie.

- L.A.'s hell without
a car, Miss Van Loren.

- Dr. Howser,

would you call pathology, please?

Dr. Howser, please call pathology.

- Miss.

- Dr. Howser phoned me to meet him.

- Who the hell are you?

- That sports announcer you liked,

you know, from Cincinnati?

- I never liked him.

How'd you get in here?

- Oh. Dr. Howser said it was okay.

- The doctor's name is Pitkin.

- I use Howser.

- I never trusted Manero,

but I loved the way he made you look.

- Oh. He didn't do it.

I always used to look this way.

- Oh, I should
have known you then.

- Yeah, you shoulda.

- Yeah.

Mmm.

Where is he? Jacky?

- With your pal, Herbie.

- They got enough on him?

- I don't know.

Miss Harding says he killed Korshack,

and he says she did it.

- Bye-bye, Jacky.

- What do you mean?

- Well, who do you think
they're gonna believe,

her, or some...

Some guy named Joaquin Manero?

- Who do you believe?

- I think she did it.

I think they'll

put him away,

and I think she'll do
a little time or none.

I think that's the way it is.

It's a bitch.

Can you get me some water here?

- Oh, uh...

- What are you gonna do?

- When?

- Well, you know.

- I don't know yet. Work?

Wait for you to get sprung.

- That's a nice thought, but...

All we know about each other
is a day and a half on the run,

somebody trying to kill us.

- Brings people together.

Maybe a good way to start.

Hell, the rest will be like,
Sunday on the farm.

- What do you know about a farm?

- Well.

- I have great hopes for you, Alexandra.

- What about for us?

You don't wanna live with a...

With a lush, is that it?

- Would you want to?

- I haven't had a drink
in two days and a night.

We say goodbye then.

- Yeah.

- Whatever makes you happy.

- Been here all night?

- Yeah, I'm just leaving.

- Take good care.

Alexandra.

You have a right to know something.

- A right?

- Yeah.

I was a drunk for 10 years.

I got cut,

but I was on my way out for a long while.

- You came back.

- Trying to.

- It can be done.

- I know this trick.

I count to three, you disappear.

One. Thanks for visiting.

- You're welcome.

- Two.

It was a pleasure meeting you, Alexandra.

- Yes, it was.

- Three. Good luck.

- You, too, Turner.

It didn't work.

- I never did see that
damn trick done right.

- And you never will.

- Whatever makes you happy.

- You. Oh, you make me happy.