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If women never liked you
when you were poor,

that must twist you all up.

So they call you forth
for refreshing acts of humiliation.

What did you learn this from?

Ambassador, the ambassador got
to town already loaded.

And he'd be even richer
when he leaves,

just without my mother.

Your mother also wanted Nico.

She tried to hire you too.

She always wants what I want.

Or have any Nico?

Maybe.

Or maybe she's just afraid
that you'll Make Love to me

before you find out just how terrible

I am.

That's a terrible idea.

Why?

Why?

Because I'm in your employ.

Because you're half my age.

Because you're so beautiful,
I lose my bearings.

What can we do then?

We can't do that.

We can dance.

I spent six years with the nuts

just so my mother could be
a flash eyed Colleen

with

her hands on her hips.

She had to play
the Virgin for 15 years.

Gosh.

Although you surrender
in each picture naturally.

And all the while
the ambassador was.

Advising her financially.

Has he ever advice
you naturally?

You mean has he ever touched me?

Suppose I do.

That's the wrong question.

Pardon me,
you're terrible.

The worst lover?

Expect me to believe that.

Dance is good.

For now.

I have to be somewhere.

Should I come back here after?

Stay over.

As friends.

And never works.

I don't intend to.

Ohh.

The puzzle has many.

I don't know exactly
what you're gonna find.

You won't find a dragon.

Have to kill it.

Fair enough.

The night.

Good night for the party.

Looking at.

The.

Call young.

Claire, how are you?

What did?

They didn't go well.

Where's your camera, Mr Barlow?

Don't have one?

Do you have any idea how much
that photo would have been worth?

Are they breaking any laws?

Only the laws of attraction.

I, for one, would pay big money.

For an account of all
of you 217.

He's old enough to be her father.

But then.

So were you.

It was burning holes.

Arthur ran the number plate
of your visitor last night.

Yeah.

And car belonged
to Dorothy Quincannon.

So.

So of all the people in Los Angeles

who do not fuck

with the new ambassador who opened

the Pacific Studios with bootleg money

and his mistress are top of the list.

Everybody's better connected than us.

Ever wonder what the attraction was?

About the mother and the daughter.

Maybe both?

You are a very sick man.

LAPD found that Peter.

Where is.

She'll wait till we get.

She was she shot with my gun.

No.

She wasn't shot.

Deep continuous transverse wound

to the anterior triangles of the neck,

cutting both

Venus, not terial structures.

Injuries not compatible
with life.

Image of Thrones cut I was
after the little cigarettes,

the knuckle dusters,

the knife

raped.

My God.

Guys.

You're not gonna like this.

Hey, you.

Yeah, that's the sister of the man
you identified 2 weeks ago.

It was killed outside
the cabaret club.

His head was squashed
like a pumpkin.

Are you aware of that?

Making note of that
in your report, Doc.

I just do the body.

Just make a note of it.

Make it burning.

When things get down dirty,
rank and file don't like it,

not even in county.

Last warning.

Joe.

Come on.

The blue car came
in an hour ago.

The two suspects
in Tijuana get out.

That's the respray.

Yep.

Who's that?

As the Bentley of Mr Lou Hendrix,
the lendrick Sam.

So he's a member
like the Mexicans.

I want you to go after these fucks
like a rat terrier in a closet.

I don't want to know
anything about it.

Or come on, Bernie,
towards yourself.

I still have a pension, you know.

Fair enough.

We own big Canyon.

We'll block the world
doing our community faces.

Get down that rattle how,
no matter how.

Fair enough.

Come on.

Let's do this.

You look like shit.

Fair enough.

So you know the real shit
doesn't go down in the

until the early hour.

So once you're in,
you gotta wait and wait.

Fair enough.

Remember.

You're the guy can idea that Mexicans,
so watch your coins.

Fair enough.

Hey, let's get my badge back.

Is that what you want?

Right.

Oh

yes, man.

I'll be right down.

You're a long, long way
from Tipperary Dorothy.

Where is this called?

It's called my girlfriend.

A Mickey.

Girls.

Boys.

Everyone coke.

I've given us some thought

and I'd like to fill out an application.

Not polite.

I did because I don't feel polite
this fine evening.

Let's have a drink,
talk about it.

You heard about Lynn Peterson?

Tragic thing.

They don't do that.

The police won't touch you,
but they're expecting that I will.

I have nothing to do with Lynn Peterson
or Nicole Peterson.

This is Los Angeles.

People are on the make.

Why would they hear on the make?

His sister was a cabana
whore with a junk habit.

She worked for you.

You're a pimp.

I don't control the place.

I'm not the boss who is.

Dorothy Quincannon,
they have bassador.

How little you know
it's tomorrow.

I do know a guy
named Lou Hendricks.

You might know him too,
as people call my people.

Going down the rabbit hole,
Floyd.

I might even take you with me.

We'll need that drink then.

We can join Lou Hendricks
down below.

Beating around the wolves
doesn't give me much, does it?

Must be the military training.

OK, I'll have that drink.

It's very difficult to balance
your many obligations,

the various interests
of all the

people, powerful people.

Discretion is a thing that we provide

and you take protection

and return very, very serious

protection.

Mr Marlow.

Now you all know the full extent of it.

I appreciate your difficulties,
Mr Hanson.

It's difficult to run
a whorehouse.

Not of anyone know it is 1.

Especially when you're also
in the narcotics business.

There's an awful lot
you don't understand about narcotics.

About managing.

Grabada club in Brussels

leave me alone
to to manage the place.

I don't problem them
when difficulties arise.

Lots of difficulties
are how should we say?

Hard for me to deal with alone.

Like the whore.

Play ball.

Girl or boy?

What is interesting,
it seems like.

Well, the stoop.

Was far too interested.

My little something.

Are you all right, Mr Marlow?

I would have thought you'd be a man
who could hold his liquor.

Seems I was wrong.

As you go to sleep.

I want you to consider.

The whereabouts of the computers
were never the issue.

It was the whereabouts of what Nico
had in his possession.

We'll get to the bottom
of those issues without your help.

Remember the guy here?

You were never A-Team player.

Never went along to get along.

See where it gets you.

You're dying.

Hello.

Ohh.

In all the old familiar places
that this heart and mind

would raise

all the way through.

Much more.

Be seen

in every lovely summer.

That's life.

I'll find you with the morning sun
and when the night.

Seeing you.

You're right here.

You're weak.

This must be yours.

He didn't drink it.

I remembered what happened
to Alice in Wonderland

when she bit the mushroom.

You pretended, and you should have known
who offers the wheels a cocktail.

No Hendrix.

They're working them
over real bad.

That's him shackled up inside,
I guess.

Yeah, I'm speaking Greek soon.

Promise you'll never do that to me.

If I help you out of here.

Will you help me?

But yeah.

Crank up the volume.

Two dead boys from Tijuana.

See where this gets you.

You're making this hard for me.

Much too hard.

What else do you do
for new entries?

Too damn much
if you ask me.

Sweet.

Hey.

We both go in there.

Are both coming out alive,
yeah,

agreed Mr Model.

Awfully sick of this Jew.

Where is she?

There is no.

The one that you bought.

What do you do with this?

Just shave it.

Here are nose and throat jobs,
huh?

I have people who do that for me.

Do you?

So do I.

So do I.

Yeah.

In that order.

Make him tell us.

Serena.

Hey, Serena.

In ornamental over there.

You need.

Readers are fucking mermaid.

You got it working.

I suspect that's it.

Say this in Spanish.

Yes, well, it wasn't beyond
your capabilities

to save the fucking money.

You just broke the Hendricks bag.

Sorry, boss, it'll take you years
to pay them back.

Mr Hendricks.

That's not fair as the progeny
of sharecroppers.

Cedric, you should know.

Life isn't fair.

You're right.

Not physical fear.

Expected to see Greece in June.

Recent tarantulas.

Instead, is entirely made
of soft tissue.

So figure.

Shelly.

Knew better.

Easy way.

Baby.

The baby's father rather better.

What will I find inside?

Project.

How many

forgot to count?

Ohh Little Hendricks, Floyd Hanson,

2 gentlemen from Tijuana

and one busted mermaid.

Mermaid.

It's a run.

now very wet.

You are.

His wheels.

What now, Cedric?

Probably will spill some
significant blood.

So we should stick together.

I'll be driving for the month.

I have my own bills.

Of course you do.

And consider the park.

Well, well,

if it isn't Mr Niko Peterson.

So.

You're not dead.

They're quite the detective.

What do you want?

You've been looking into
the circumstances of my demise.

My determination for some time

has been that reports of her death

are greatly exaggerated.

I'll say no, not your sisters.

My half sisters,
my father's wild days in Acapulco.

So you won't be spilling
any tears.

She is dead, I know.

She did not die pleasantly.

I couldn't help that you
could help yourself, though.

I happened to have something
everybody wants

more dope.

Much better than dope.

You were all too much for me.

All I am is a working stiff.

Need to get to Claire.

Will do everything in my power
to put you both together

and never see any of you again.

And give her a massage.

Will you tell her I'll meet her
in the studio brought house tonight

and I'll have the

goods on the ambassador.

What have you got on him?

Just give her the message,
Marla.

A few things.

I want to see it out
before we decide anything.

What do you wanna know?

The body outside the kebab musician
who worked the club.

Did you kill him?

No.

Did you kill him?

No.

Opportunity.

He looked like me.

I like people who looked like me.

What this Dorothy Quincannon
want from you?

Or maybe she wants to fuck
with the ambassador

as maybe trying to fuck her daughter.

I don't know.

Put it together, Martha.

You were the detective.

Everyone wants something
on somebody else.

It's all just.

Blackmail in the end.

I'll be in the prop House.

7:30.

Tell her I've got
what she wants.

I've just realised.

This is my mother's favourite table.

This is where the ambassador
advises us financially.

Faster along?

Yes, I felt I needed some advice.

Financial.

More like professional.

My Mama.

It's Claire.

What a wonderful surprise,
Mr Marlow.

Tea, mother scalded.

Right.

So close contract.

You know, I've so enjoyed
our separate meetings

that I felt the need
for us all to sit

together.

What Mr Marlow means, my dear,

is that he thinks
he's too clever for the both of us.

What, have you hired me?

The other tried to.

So you both seem to want
the same thing Nico left you

for a girl, all right?

A plaster mermaid full of Mexican powder.

A subject about which
you claim to know nothing?

Yes.

Why don't you cut to the chase?

And ask her why she hired you.

To find Nicole Peterson hiring
a detective might just be

the best way to suggest she

doesn't know where he is.

What do you think, Mother?

I'm keeping him in a shack
in Rosarito.

Maybe closer.

Why don't you tell Mister Marla
what you want with it?

Perhaps I am trying my best.

To save your reputation.

Well, maybe.

It's the other way around, mother.

You see, Mr Marlow?

Her lover dumped her,

the ambassador to England once done
with Tinseltown.

So she's playing the only role
left for her to play.

The fam fertile.

Her very own Madea.

Oh well.

It's a role that awaits us
all, my dear.

Well.

You suspected one of us would do this,

but you just didn't know which one.

Did you relate it all on you?

You quite mastered the technique,

haven't you, Mr Marlow,

of upsetting the women in your

life?

There are no women in my life.

Well then, follow her.

She likes older men.

Don't worry.

I'll pay for the mess
I always do.

You OK?

I don't care that I'm less
than you think I am.

I'm always less than people
think I am.

You're one of those people
who's just lucky to be more

than we think you are.

I'll send you the balance
of what I owe you.

Maybe I can charge your mother together
with a finder's fee.

I found them this afternoon.

Or rather, he found me.

I walked into my little house
and there he was,

Mr Niko Peterson.

Where's he now?

They'll be waiting for you
at the prop.

House of Pacific Studios, 7:30
PM by the prop.

I was hoping you would tell me.

Taxi.

Hello.

With car is more than a vehicle
this 300 you should tell me.

Cecile confession.

Repository of secrets.

The city's mooted as it is,
in turn, combustion engine.

The city of motorists secrets
they're waxing.

Philosophical.

Scenic.

Yeah, give me Mr Marlow

was a habit I inherited
from my late employer.

Yeah, tendency to digress,
but you did say the problems.

It did.

I have to ask myself.

And now you have to tell me, Cedric,
why the Crab House?

Nicole Peterson was moving Lou Henderson's
brother

through the prop House for years,

and the product is from Tijuana.

In a plaster Raven bust
of Nefertiti,

a Virgin of Guadalupe, Ora.

Surrender on a matter.

See Mr Ishka,
who could have worked wonders

for Pacific pitches,

but it's sadly on his

way to MGM.

Mr Hiscock, like Mr Hendrix,

always like to keep
the script to himself.

But.

Meta conversations overheard
from this here

for us enabled me

to do what Mr Hiscock always

matters so adoringly.

To workout the plan.

It was never really
about a mermaid.

It's always about the contents
of a certain briefcase,

which could bring the whole studio

down.

Where?

Nico.

You're on your own.

Did you want the full auction
house maker?

Me.

My mother.

Floyd Hanson.

Lou Hendricks.

That would be difficult.

Two of them are dead.

Well, you're gonna have
to start the bidding with me.

What I've got here,
it's worth a fortune.

Really.

You better show me then.

All of the records.

The heroin which was flowing
through a studio.

It's more than enough to ruin
the ambassador's reputation

and the reputation of Pacific

pictures.

Nicole Peterson went missing
with one Serena ornamental.

One hand made briefcase back with records

of every dope transaction

since he and Lou

Hendrix started business.

He was trying to sell this information
to anyone he could find.

I'm a bookkeeper now.

The good one import export
I kept every transaction.

You're more than a bookkeeper, Niko.

Sell tickets
to the gates of hell.

Maybe that's why you like me.

I never liked you, Nika.

Trust me.

That little Claire.

You know how it is these days, Nico.

Nobody trusts anyone.

What was that sound like?

My mother's gun.

I found it in her boudoir.

Ohh fuck
how bad are these?

Why you doing this?

You've always played too low.

Nico.

Take a lesson from me
and go straight to the top.

Burning your books.

Is he dead, Mr Marlo?

That's why you hired.

So you could finally kill him.

It's one of the reasons.

Because the ambassador pays you off.

Amazingly laugh to after this little piece
of spring cleaning.

Tell me why I shouldn't shop you.

She was far too young for me.

He was evil Incarnate.

Already dead.

How many deep sixes?

Use the side door.

Goodbye, Sir Cavendish.

Good evening, Mr Marlow.

Tell me you didn't set
that fire, Marla.

No, Bernie.

You know I only put him out.

What do you think
I'll find inside

the bust of Nefertiti,
the Ark of the Covenant?

Maltese Falcon.

Nothing more significant.

What more could you want?

So you got caught in the crossfire
between a mother and a daughter?

Never seem to learn who wins,
Mr Model mother or the daughter.

Who would you put
your money on with?

The ambassador?

Lose those guys.

Never lose, Cedric.

They just move on.

Mr Marlow.

She will see you now.

Thank you.

Mr Barlow.

One more.

This was the transaction.

What exactly do you mean?

Thank you.

You saved the ambassador's ass.

He lets you run things.

Is better than the bootlegging trade,
don't you think?

The ambassador's moved beyond all that.

Your mother's acting again,
I see.

She never stopped.

What's the story?

No.

You know, like any.

Love.

Murder.

Reconciliation.

Happy ending.

We're working on that.

So are you going to tell me
why I'm here?

This is condition.

The studio needs someone
to play knight in shining armour.

A spokesman of those guys outside,

they can only act in the park.

So I should say
my goodbyes then.

The studio is all cleaned up,
Mr Marlo.

Roosevelt's an inch
from joining the war effort.

The ambassador would like to.

Reward you for your discretion.

A studio will always need
its private detective.

They're offering me a job.

More than a job.

Attention.

Executive in charge
of security.

We all have our secrets,
Mr Barlow.

Leading men with a little peccadillos.

Leading ladies who can't function
without their Mexican teachers.

We all need someone
to keep us in line.

And your secrets,
missus Cavendish?

You'll have to keep those too.

Not for me, missus Cavendish.

However, I can recommend someone.

I'll need references,
of course.

He's a friend of mine,
he's very capable.

He's dealing with many situations
in the bananas, very well spoken.

And a great keeper of secrets.

Are you blackmailing me,
Mr Marlowe?

Blackmail.

I would never.

I mean that to others.

Today.

She don't like books,
do they, Mr Marlow?

Those nances.

They don't like many things,
Cedric.

Still that Leonard Riverstone
made some good movies, though.

You really like them, don't you?

Most pictures?

I certainly do.

Mr Marlow, this is Cavendish of Pacific.

Might have a passion for you
as Chief of security.

That's if you're interested.

Ohh.

I'd be very interested
in this moment.

I would happily recommend you.

These references, huh?

Only one thing.

But if you do, take the job.

This might come in useful.

We've all done bad things,
Mr Barlow.

That gun is a memento of 1.

Very bad thing.

So you mean I can't shoot anyone with it?

Here's your Tommy gun for that.

Yeah.

It's always an option, yeah.

Street.

Dark night sky.