(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
ANNOUNCER: 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?
BOYS: Yeah!
Who are we?
ALL: 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!
BUS DRIVER: 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.
BOY: Come on!
(BOY SCREAMING)
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!
(BELLS TOLLING)
(WAVES CRASHING)
Could I have a glass of milk?
(CHUCKLING)
(LAUGHING)
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.
(LAUGHING)
(COUGHING)
Now, you see?
You lose seven minutes off your life for each puff.
I'll go and get us some coffee.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
PHIL: Come on, will you?
Come on, man, it's Sunday. What?
All right, I'll see you later.
Yeah, all right, okay.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Nice day.
Thank you.
After coffee, I'll fix us some breakfast.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
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.
(PHIL SIGHING)
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.
(CHUCKLING)
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.
(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)
(YESTERDAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG BY CHARLES AZNAVOUR PLAYING)
♪ Yesterday
♪ When I was young
♪ The taste of life was sweet as rain
♪ Upon my tongue
♪ I teased that life as if it were
♪ A foolish game
(BUGLE BLOWING)
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
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.
MALE COMMENTATOR: ...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...
WOMAN: Sgt. Mendez, contact the watch commander, please.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)
WOMAN ON P.A.: 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.
(SNIFFLING)
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...
(SOBBING)
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.
PHIL: Mr. Hollinger?
(SIGHING)
MALE COMMENTATOR: ...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.
MALE COMMENTATOR: ...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.
MALE COMMENTATOR: ...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.
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
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!
(GRUNTING)
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!
CHARLEY: We're gonna make dog food out of you, whitey.
LOUIS: 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?
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
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.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Officer Ingersol,
the watch commander wants to see you.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Hello?
PHIL: 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.
(LAUGHING)
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?
(LAUGHING)
Don't forget, I'm hungry.
When are you coming home?
I'll see you in about an hour.
GIRL: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy...
(GIRL CRYING)
I'm waiting, Daddy.
(GIRL LAUGHING)
It's my birthday. It's my birthday.
Daddy. Daddy.
Daddy.
See me spin, Daddy. See me spin, Daddy.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
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.
♪ As sweet as rain
♪ On my tongue
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.
(INHALING DEEPLY)
♪ I always built
I almost can't stand that. Yeah.
And there it is.
♪ And shunned the naked light of day
Yeah.
Yes, me, too.
♪ Yesterday
♪ When I was young
♪ So many drinking songs
♪ Were waiting to be sung
♪ So many wayward pleasures
♪ Lay in store for me
♪ And so much pain
♪ My dazzled eyes refused to see
♪ I ran so fast that time
♪ And youth at last ran out
♪ I never stopped to think
♪ What life was all about
♪ And every conversation
♪ I can now recall
♪ Concerned itself with me, me, me
♪ And nothing else at all
What's the matter?
It's getting tougher all the time.
♪ Yesterday the moon was blue
So quit.
♪ And every crazy day
Will you take care of me?
Till death do us part.
♪ As if it were a wand
That's what you promised your wife.
Yeah.
♪ The game of love
♪ I played with arrogance
How's Timmy?
♪ And every flame I lit too quickly died
I don't know.
♪ The friends I made
♪ All seemed somehow to drift away
He was asleep when I got there.
♪ And only I am left on stage to end the play
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.
♪ The time has come for me to pay
I'm a whore, so it's all right.
But she's your wife, and then it's not all right.
♪ When I was
♪ Young
Why don't you play that record I brought back from Italy.
Please?
♪ When I was
♪ Young
(MUSIC PLAYING)
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.
(SPEAKING IN ITALIAN)
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.
(LAUGHING)
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?
(LAUGHING)
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.
(SMACKING)
(GROANING)
She kept moaning, though.
(IMITATING ACTRESS) "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.
(CLAPPING HANDS)
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?
(LAUGHING)
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.
(LAUGHING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
RADIO ANNOUNCER: 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.
WOMAN ON P.A.: 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.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Inspector Ryan, you have a call on line 2.
How's Nicole?
She's fine.
Just fine.
(MAN LAUGHING)
A museum piece. He cut up his boyfriend.
Been laughing ever since.
We think he swallowed a French tickler.
(LAUGHING)
What killed the Hollinger girl?
LOUIS: Sodium secobarbital.
Did she pop, too?
PHIL: 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.
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
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.
(SHIP MOTOR RUNNING)
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
Your drink, madame.
Thank you.
Operator, I want to make a long-distance call
to Akron, Ohio.
(RINGING)
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.
(LAUGHING)
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.
(SIGHING)
(WOMAN ON P.A. ANNOUNCING)
LOUIS: 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.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
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?
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.
(SNIFFLING)
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.
(CABINET DOOR OPENING)
I told you he was a crazy.
Everybody's a crazy, Louis.
Uh, none for me, thanks.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
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?
(GUNS FIRING)
Hold your fire! Get some gas in there.
CAPTAIN: Come on, get some more gas in there!
Pour it in! Pour it in!
They're comin' around.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Stop that goddamn tear gas
or I'll blow her fucking head off!
PHIL: 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.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
(SIREN WAILING CONTINUES)
Please, God.
Jerry!
In here.
WOMAN: I'm so afraid he's gonna kill me.
(WOMAN SOBBING)
Please... Please don't make him nervous...
WOMAN: 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.
(JERRY LAUGHING)
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.
PHIL: 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.
(WOMAN SOBBING)
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.
LOUIS: 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.
CAPTAIN: 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.
MINISTER: 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.
MARTY: 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!
(GROANING)
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.
LOUIS: I'll drink to that.
And besides, it's raining outside.
I'll drink to that too, shit.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(IMITATING HUMPHREY BOGART) Here's looking at you, sweetheart.
(LAUGHING)
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.
(LAUGHING)
Leo likes all kinds of hookers.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
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.
(LAUGHING)
SERGEANT: 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?
(INHALING)
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?
MAN: The whale!
(MAN SCREAMING)
(MEN SCREAMING)
Shut it off.
After the whale.
(CLICKING)
What's wrong?
Just stoned on fatigue.
But you were all right this morning.
Was your day that bad?
(LAUGHING)
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.
MINISTER: 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!
(LAUGHING)
SANTORO: 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.
(SIGHING)
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.
(LOUIS LAUGHING)
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.
SANTORO: 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.
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
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?
LOUIS: All I want is a Coke.
PHIL: 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.
WOMAN ON P.A.: ...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.
LOUIS: I don't give a shit if he's a 5-star general.
PHIL: Mmm-mmm.
(PHIL CONTINUES GROANING)
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.
IRVING: 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.
IRVING: Comin' up.
Go pee.
WOMAN ON P.A.: ...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.
(LAUGHING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
GLORIA: (WHISPERING) Yeah. Yeah.
Oh, yeah. Yeah. yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
(MEN CHEERING)
HERBIE: And there she goes!
Little Linda! A loaded pistol.
Let's give the little lady a big hand.
(MEN WHISTLING)
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.
MAN 1: That's the same birthmark.
MAN 2: It's Mr. Richards!
MAN 3: The sooner I get out of here, the better.
Anything happen, Charley?
The man called.
MAN 1 ON TV: I've got to know something.
You might be my son.
You might be loco.
MAN 2: 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.
MAN ON TV: As far as I know,
I've never been in Texas before in my life.
(DANCER GIGGLING)
MAN ON TV: You clean up. (BELL BUZZING)
Have Branson bring you up to the house.
(MEN CONTINUE CHATTERING ON TV)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
NICOLE: 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!
(CAR HONKING)
(THEME FROM MISSION IMPOSSIBLE PLAYING)
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.
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 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.
(SIGHING)
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! (GRUNTING)
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.
(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
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!
(NICOLE SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
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!
(SOBBING)
PHIL: Get off!
(NICOLE YELLING)
No! (CUTLERY CLATTERING)
NICOLE: I will go anyway!
PHIL: Bitch, you goddamn bitch!
Salaud! No!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
No!
No! No!
NICOLE: No!
(SOBBING)
LEO: (ON TAPE) 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.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
Yeah, Doc. Yeah, that's right. (DOORBELL RINGING)
Yes, the pills worked just fine.
Why didn't you call us when it happened?
(WHISPERING) Marty wanted me to wait.
I'll check in with you...
Till he looked better or felt better?
MARTY: 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.
MARTY: 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.
MARTY: Thursday night I went there.
Why?
Because I told you, I'm going to find out what happened to my daughter.
PHIL: 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.
(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
MARTY: 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.
(LAUGHING)
There's a cop on his way up.
MAN ON TV: 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.
(SWITCHING OFF TV)
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.
(YELLING)
Take a walk.
Take a walk!
(SCREAMING)
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.
(GRUNTING)
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.
(CHUCKLING)
Something stronger?
Yeah, that'd be fine.
We'll go into Harry's.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
HOST: 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.
(CHUCKLING)
- Good health. - Cheers.
Was Gloria your girl?
"Your girl"?
I haven't heard that phrase since the '30s.
(CHUCKLING)
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.
(CHUCKLING)
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?
(CHUCKLING) 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.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Phil?
(TV PLAYING)
Where are you?
I'm in here.
(TV CHATTERING)
(SWITCHING OFF TV)
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.
(LAUGHING)
(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)
OPERATOR: Want to run that again, Lieutenant?
PHIL: No, thanks.
(GIRL MOANING)
Christ. How far can a kid fall?
(GIRL BREATHING HEAVILY)
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.
(PHONE RINGING)
Belgrave.
Paula Hollinger for you.
PHIL: Do you always drink martinis?
Why not?
Aren't they sophisticated enough?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
I never know what to do with the olive.
(PAULA LAUGHING)
Yeah, I never know what to do with the onion.
(PHIL CHUCKLING)
And you always drink Bushmills?
No. I used to drink, uh...
What?
Pink ladies, but I didn't think it was very butch.
(LAUGHING)
(SIGHING)
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.
(CHUCKLING)
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.
(SIGHING)
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.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
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.
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
See that guy sittin' over there? The one with the beard?
...my wrist green.
(CHUCKLING) - 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?
WOMAN: I can't believe that.
(LAUGHING)
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...
(GRUNTING)
WOMAN: Why!
(YELLING)
LOUIS: 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.
PHIL: 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.
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON P.A.)
Jimmy, set up the Hollinger 2-reeler.
We're on our way down.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
MAN ON SCREEN: Come in.
(GLORIA BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MOANING)
GLORIA: Oh, Hal! Oh, yeah.
(SNIFFLING)
(CLICKING)
Kill it, Charley.
(CLICKING)
Tell me.
No!
Tell me! Do you hear me! (SCREAMING)
No!
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.
(SOBBING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)
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.
WOMAN ON P.A.: Det. Louis Belgrave, red line please.
(SIGHING)
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.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Did you check Sellers' house?
I can't. He might burn Marty on sight.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
We should get soldiers.
They're not going to get there any quicker than we do.
LOUIS: Goddamn it, we should have been in on this from the top.
This wouldn't have happened.
PHIL: What should I do? Dig up the girl,
arrest her for killing herself?
No, just some answers.
You could've given Marty some answers.
LEO: Believe me, Mr. Hollinger, you're making a bad mistake.
Now, if it's a matter of some compensation, I'm willing to...
(GUN CLICKING) 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.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GUN FIRING)
What about the guy in the hall?
He's out cold.
PHIL: Jesus Christ, Marty.
(PHONE RINGING)
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?
(SIGHING)
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.
MARTY: I want my day in court.
Where'd you get the gun, Marty?
Pawn shop.
Did you give him your name?
Did you give him your right name, Marty?
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!
(GUN FIRING)
Jesus Christ.
(GUN FIRING) 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.
(GROANING)
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!
PHIL: Grab it, goddamn it!
You are crazy. You can't fuck with these things.
PHIL: 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.
(POLICE SIREN WAILING)
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!
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.
OFFICER: What've you got, Lieutenant?
Put your guns away, it's over.
LOUIS: One dead, one unconscious.
(RINGING)
NICOLE: Hello?
PHIL: Hello, lady.
Hi.
How was your day?
Well, I'm just sitting in Ronald Reagan's sunshine.
I mean, Jerry Brown's sunshine.
(CHUCKLING)
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.
CLERK: That's $2, thanks very much.
WOMAN: 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?
CLERK 2: Why doesn't she take a half pint?
CLERK 1: 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!
(SCREAMING)
Hey, hands on the counter, asshole!
(OLD WOMAN GROANING)
Come on, give me the money. Come on!
MAN: Get in, come on!
(WOMAN GRUNTING)
Get in.
WOMAN: Call the police! Call the police!
(GASPING)
WOMAN ON P.A.: Attention,
Transworld Airlines announces
flight 840 for New York and Rome
is now ready for boarding at gate number 17.
(WOMAN ANNOUNCING IN ITALIAN)
(SOBBING)
(GASPING)
(SOBBING)