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Beep. How I hate these goddamn machines.

This is Nick, babe. I got one for you, Har.

Needs a real live detective and not one of our computers.

It's a lady called Arlene Iverson.

1536 Sunset Plaza.

She's lookin' to get her daughter home.

She's an old friend of mine, Har.

Used to be in the movies. Maybe you remember.

If you take the job, stop by the office tonight.

I'll give you what stuff we have on Arlene, okay?

Bye-bye, poops.

These two, these two match, but I'm not sure...

- Excuse me. - Where's my old lady?

Your old lady's in the office.

- Be careful. That's ivory. - Hey!

Good hands.

It's too late now, Mr. Ibanez.

It has been too late since Monday.

Wha... No, look.

Let's... Let's just forget the whole thing.

Past, present and future.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

What brings you across the tracks?

Oh, I just have to go visit one of the beautiful people.

How'd you get to meet one of the beautiful people?

It's one of Nick's handouts.

Have you had any second thoughts about joining his agency?

Yeah.

That's not an agency. That's a information factory.

I'd go bananas there in one week.

- Can I get some cash from you? - Yeah, it's right there.

You gonna be late tonight?

Oh, I don't know. Why?

Charles and I are gonna see a Rohmer film, My Night at Maud's.

- Wanna come? - I don't think so.

I saw a Rohmer film once.

It was kind of like watching paint dry.

- Shall I come back? - No.

- Is she taking it? - She wants to see it in place.

Charles.

When are we going bowling again?

You seem to get some weird kind of satisfaction

from this sort of thing, don't you?

Are you the kind of detective who, once you get on a case,

nothing can get you off it?

Bribes, beatings, the allure of a woman's body...

That was true in the old days, before we had a union.

Well, my daughter, Dell... Or would you believe Delilah?

My husband was a film producer who wanted to produce biblical epics.

- Well, she's gone. - How long gone?

Two weeks.

I'm used to her staying out nights, so at first, I didn't worry.

How old is she?

Sixteen.

You got any idea what she does with her spare time or...

Oh, yeah, she... she hangs out with freaks.

She smokes marijuana.

Gets laid, I daresay.

You have a name for any of these freaks that she hangs out with?

Yeah, a creep called Quentin.

I called him, and he told me Delly had left town,

told me not to bother him, and he hung up.

Well, do you have an address for this Quentin?

- Yeah. - I'll need a picture of Delly.

Preferably one taken in natural light.

This is my second husband, Tom Iverson, the bum.

The only thing I got out of him was a new name.

That's after I quit acting.

Did you ever see me in anything?

Well, I was never big.

Not really big.

There were a lot like me, you know, studio premieres,

studio romances, not much talent.

But I got lucky and grabbed off one of the big guns, Irving Grastner.

Oh, I had lovely tits.

Even if I do say so myself.

They're sitting on a little bit of silicone now,

but when they were up for grabs, they were really something special.

Well, Delly didn't do so bad either.

All right, go find her.

Well, let's say, $125 a day and legitimate expenses.

You can get cheaper.

Can I get better?

You're hired.

Well, for them that don't have football there's always religion, right, Har?

- You ever miss it? - No, not a bit.

You ought to get your money into those little guys.

They're appreciating faster than real estate,

especially now that the Mexicans have got their backs up

about their art treasures being ripped off.

Excuse me, Har, I hate to tell you what this little piece of crap is worth.

Don't you like 'em, Har?

I would if they didn't all remind me of Alex Karras.

Yeah, here it is.

The tape on Arlene. She likes big guys.

That ever buy you anything?

Hey, Arlene and me go way back.

Arlene Iverson, maiden name Carson, age 45,

born Scottsdale, Arizona, October 3rd, 1927.

Father owned hardware store, discharged bankrupt in '33,

died '35, self-inflicted gunshot.

Attended Scottsdale High School. Did not complete curriculum.

Came to Los Angeles in '44, enrolled Lee Spellman's Acting Studio,

placed under contract to Universal Studios, '46.

Appeared in eight films between '46 and '49, all minor roles.

Married Irving Grastner in '49.

Played leads in three films for husband's independent production company.

Retired in '56. Daughter, Delilah, born '57.

Sued Grastner for divorce, '62. Grounds, mental cruelty.

Grastner countersued on grounds of adultery,

naming, among others, Thomas R. Iverson.

Divorce granted. Grounds, mental cruelty.

Custody of child awarded to subject. No alimony.

Grastner set up trust fund for daughter.

Trust includes residence plus securities and property

yielding approximately 30,000 per year.

Subjects sole support is income from this trust

so long as she retains custody of daughter.

Grastner died in '64.

His will expressly excluded Arlene Iverson.

All assets to daughter on 25th birthday.

Medical history, breast silicone, Myerson Clinic, '61,

hysterectomy at Lundgrass Center, '69,

following removal of ovarian cysts, same place.

Admitted Lundgrass Center, May '70, after auto accident.

Information supplied indicates admission result of bodily assault

and coincidental with separation from second husband, Iverson.

- Nice meeting you. - Likewise.

Hi. Anybody home?

Yeah, up here.

Why don't you watch it downstairs? That thing will kill your eyes.

- Who's winning? - Nobody.

One side's just losing slower than the other.

What's wrong? You have a hard day?

How was the movie?

Pretty ary.

- Did Charles like it? - He thought it was yummy.

We had a bite to eat afterwards. He was quite beside himself.

Can you come downstairs and watch the game?

Yeah, I'll be down in a minute.

Harry?

I'm gonna make some cocoa. You want a cup?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Hey, Quentin?

- Are you Quentin? - Who's lookin' for him?

Moseby Confidential.

What kind of bullshit name is that?

Oh, it's not so hot, I guess.

At least it doesn't have an eye printed on the card.

I'm looking for Delly Grastner.

Delly isn't around here anymore.

You got any idea where she could be?

Is she visiting friends? Is she meditating?

Did she join a commune?

Delly's idea of a commune is her and the guy on top of her.

When's the last time you saw her?

Screw off, mister.

Hey! What is this?

- What happened to your face? - I won second prize in a fight!

Where was the last place you saw Delly?

- In New Mexico. - Easy.

I went down there on a job!

A movie location, something for Warner Bros.

Delly went with me. There was a guy, one of the stuntmen.

Delly started hittin' on him. When I left, she stayed on.

- What was the stuntman's name? - Marv Ellman.

Is he the one you had the fight with?

Any message if I run into Delly?

Just be drivin' a truck.

Yeah, they really get to you, don't they?

Can I help you with that?

- I can manage. - I'm going your way.

What is this?

I'm Ellen's husband.

I'm not surprised.

I thought Ellen would tell you sooner or later.

Why?

That's the way she is.

She didn't tell me.

I saw you coming out of a movie.

- How'd she take it? - I haven't spoken to her.

You haven't spoken to her? What's this about?

I wanna know what I walked into here.

- Ask your wife. - Hey!

Let's pretend I'm asking you.

How serious is it?

You and Ellen, huh?

For me, it's not too serious.

For Ellen, ask her. I'd be guessing.

It seems to me you're the one it's serious for.

I'm beginning to get you in focus, Moseby.

You know, Ellen talks a lot about you.

- About the kind of guy you are... - Hey, I didn't come here to talk about me.

What a great athlete you were, but you were different.

- You were brighter, you're more sens... - Let's just stick with you and Ellen!

She even told me how you were left by your parents when you were very young...

- And you were brought up by relatives... - Knock off the goddamn crap, Heller.

I don't wanna know what she told you about me!

You should. It's a clue, isn't it?

I mean, isn't that what you do, look for clues?

Didn't you track down your parents and find them,

Mr. Keen Tracer of Lost Persons?

- Don't swing on it... - You sure you weren't trailing Ellen

when you saw us?

Well, come on, take a swing at me, Harry, the way Sam Spade would!

Why didn't you come to me?

I wanted to see what he looked like.

- Well, are we gonna talk about it? - Well, it's your ball. Run with it.

Oh, don't start with the sporting metaphors.

I couldn't stand that.

This isn't something we can pretend doesn't involve you.

What is this we bullshit?

I didn't get caught fucking Marty Heller.

Why did you go to him before you came to me?

Because I didn't wanna be lied to.

How do you know I would have lied?

You've been doing a pretty good job of it so far.

Why didn't you come up to me out

outside the movies when you saw me with Marty?

That would have really been terrific, wouldn't it?

I stand there with my thumb up my ass while you introduce him

as some client or some faggot friend of Charles, beautiful.

But then when I came home, then?

You wanted to trap me, make me incriminate myself.

Then you could go get the evidence like I was one of your crummy divorce cases.

It's a wonder you didn't photograph the bed while you were there!

My God, you're really prime, Ellen. You know that?

I catch you screwing another guy and you attack my lifestyle!

Your lifestyle has nothing to do with it! What is it, for God's sake?

A private eye? It's a joke!

- At least the job Nick offered you had... - I don't want Nick's fucking job!

Any more than I want your job!

- I like doing what I'm doing! - Doing what?

People ask you to do boring, trivial, sordid things

and you do them as if that weren't good enough...

Oh, turn that thing off!

I can't hear myself think!

Lucky you.

Harry...

I think if you'd asked me, I would have told you.

Yeah?

Yeah, well...

we won't know now, will we?

Keep it coming, Marv. Leave the cars.

Get the bag up good and high. Keep firing in the police car.

- Can I hit the smoke, Joe? - Hit your smoke, Marv!

- Smoke! - Crazy son of a bitch.

Fly that plane!

Beautiful, Marv. Hey!

- That's pretty good. - Okay, okay.

Very good, boys. Here we go.

- Joey, how was that? Okay for you? - Okay. How's that for you, Alan?

Good... so good.

- Hey, Alan, give me that... - Jeez!

Hey, he flies good.

Crazy bastard. He does everything like that.

Guys like Marv make me feel old.

Well, I am old.

I'd say we saw the same movies.

Hey, aren't you the Harry Moseby who played ball for Oakland?

Yeah, I saw you in the Pro Bowl.

What year was it, now? '64?

Sixty-three. Yeah, we lost 17-21.

Yeah, yeah, you made the interception against that big running back.

- Now, what was his name? - Willie Hazel.

Willie Ha Big, big mother.

Hey, that was a great move.

Yeah, it stuck pretty good.

One of these days, Ellman! Up yours!

She hung around for about a week, I guess.

- Wouldn't you say, Joey? - It just seemed longer.

He didn't approve.

Listen, Delly has had it rough enough up to now.

She needs you like she needs a third leg.

Same again?

Joey's okay, except he likes to play Delly's daddy.

See, the thing is...

me and Arlene, we got it on together a couple of times.

There's nothing like havin' a mother and a daughter.

It gives you sort of a kind of perspective.

Know what I mean?

What about the guy she came with, Quentin?

Oh, that weirdo.

He's a magic mechanic, all right, but he's a freak.

He got pissed 'cause Delly was turning on to me.

Tells me to stay away. Next thing I know, he throws a punch.

I knocked him down a couple of times.

Joey came in and rescued him.

I was telling Harry about the fight.

The kid should have had a pipe wrench to even things up.

She say where she was going when she left?

Nope. Just lit out.

Didn't even thank me.

Well, if that's it, there's a little lady over at the bar

needs a fellow like me to buy her a drink.

See you, Har.

He'd fuck a woodpile on a chance there was a snake in it.

Hell, it ain't easy, Harry.

I tell you, I know Arlene from a way back when she was married to Tom,

and I watched that Delly grow up from squirming around on guys' laps

to, well, studs like that Marv there.

And it ain't the most cheerful thing I ever saw.

You think Delly knew that Marv and her mother were makin' it?

A blind man on a galloping horse would have known.

Arlene ain't Lillian Gish.

- Oh, hey. - I'm sorry.

Hey, listen, you don't mind having your drinks spilled

by a sweet little ass like that, do you?

Hey, listen, pops, tell me, what were you drinking?

Here, let me buy you one.

You tell me.

Is that rye?

With water, and the same for my friend here.

Yes, sir.

Shit. Would you believe me letting a kid like that get through to me?

Some days, you know.

Hey, kid.

Kid, it's okay. Okay.

You know, I've been doing this thing most of my life,

and all I got left to show for it is the muscle in my arm,

my camper, and two ex-wives who wait for the postman every month

like it was the Second Coming.

And the world is getting smaller, the kids are getting younger,

and I am getting drunk.

If you like, you can sleep in my camper.

- I got plenty of room. - Thanks. I'll take you up on that.

I'll see you, Joey. Thanks a lot.

On your way, huh?

What's Quentin doing down here?

Oh, we ran into some trouble on the stunt plane.

Oh, what is it with that Ellman?

He drives this thing like it was a truck!

The brakes are gone on both wheels.

I had to change one of the tires. There's chips on the prop!

Hi, Quentin.

Well?

How long will it take you to get it flying again?

For Marv? Right now.

Shit. Gotta keep him and Marv apart

and still finish the gags on this picture.

- I'm up to... - You think you got troubles?

I gotta go back to L.A. and see the Black Widow.

- Well, keep your legs crossed. - Hey, you ever see Tom Iverson?

It's been about a year, year and a half.

The last I heard, he was taking tourists down the Colorado River on rafts.

He's another guy that can only do one thing

and that has gotta be crazy.

- We ought to have reunions. - See you back in the smog.

Hey, let's take in a ball game when you get back to the city.

- Caught me in my bath. - I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all right.

You could have joined me. It's a big bath.

Maybe some other time when I'm feeling really dirty.

I ran into a friend of yours down in New Mexico.

- Oh, really? Who's that? - Marv Ellman.

How's Marv?

- Where do you know him from? - Around the house.

In the bath.

He was one of the stunt guys.

Used to hang around the house when I was married to Tom.

Was Delly around then?

- She was just a kid. - How much of a kid?

Oh, I don't know, 11, 12.

And she was jealous of every one of them.

Hey, what's it all about, Moseby?

Delly had one of your scenes with Marv Ellman in New Mexico.

That dirty son of a bitch!

Where's Tom Iverson?

Tom? What's T...

What's Tom got to do with it?

I think maybe she's trying to even up the score.

I don't know, the last I heard, he was running some dumb charter boat

down in the Florida Keys.

How long ago?

Ah, six months.

Would Delly have any way of knowing that?

I might have mentioned it. I...

My guess is that I should go down there.

You mean, you're going to go all the way to Florida on a guess?

No, I'm gonna fly all the way to Florida on your money, Mrs. Iverson.

That's up to you.

Go ahead.

- I thought you said you'd wait... - I had to stop by the office first.

Then you're going straight to the airport.

- Plane leaves at 11. - You just got back this morning.

The girl I'm lookin' for may be down there.

Couldn't that wait a day so we could talk?

I can't work up much enthusiasm for talking...

after hearing it all played back through Marty.

Why'd you have to talk to him about my father? All that?

I was trying to describe you to myself, not to him.

I was trying to remember what I admired and loved about you.

You sure picked a funny place for it.

Oh, the hell with it.

Let's not make such a big deal out of it, Ellen.

You know, you were screwing around, you got caught.

- It happens all the time. - No, it doesn't. Not to us. Go tomorrow.

- One day... - Ellen, either way, I have to go.

Why? So you can pretend you're solving something?

There's notice of a rising barometer

and prevailing clear weather.

That indicates no precipitation will be falling over South Florida.

- Hello. - Yes?

This is Tom Iverson's place, isn't it?

That's right. He's not here just now. We're closed for the day.

- You got any idea where I can locate him? - He may be here tomorrow.

What's it about?

I just wanted to ask him a couple questions.

You sound like you might be the police.

My name is Harry Moseby. I'm a private investigator.

Tom's stepdaughter, Delly, is missing.

Ran away from home. I'm looking for her.

- You got somethin' to verify that? - Yeah.

What do you got 'em for?

Well, there's a big demand for dolphins.

Lots of people want 'em. You'd be surprised.

People buy them for their swimming pools.

They think it's chic to have a dolphin for a pet.

Like that craze for baby alligators in New York years back.

When they got bored with them, they flushed 'em down the john.

Now they got a sewerage system swarming

with blind, albino, shit-eating alligators.

I'm not too sure I believe that.

You're not one of those intent-on-the-truth types, are you?

Well, I'm not religious about it, no, but...

- Delly's here. - What, now?

- This very minute. - Hey, where are we goin'?

Over there. If you wanna swim, it's a mile.

If you wanna follow me, it's six.

I'm burning a lot of oil, so I'd stay well back.

Okay.

You gonna tell her who you are?

I don't know. Is she liable to take off?

Not before she's tried to lay you.

She's pretty liberated, isn't she?

Well, we all get liberated like Delly, there's gonna be fighting in the streets.

- Hi. - Hi.

You've been down here before? Pretty funky.

There's been some great storms.

Feels like everything's gonna blow away.

I really like that feeling, you know?

- How old are you? - I'm 40.

I guess you like things to stay the way they are?

That depends on how they are.

I like things to change, no matter what.

- Is that Tom? - It ain't Lindbergh.

- I'm here to pick you up. - Did you tell her?

- I'm here to pick you up. - No, I...

I thought I'd wait and talk to Tom first.

Hey, we got a visitor.

Who is it?

- Thanks. - I don't know.

- Paula brought him around. - Por nada.

Are you gonna take me swimming tonight, Tom?

- I don't know, Delly. - I wanna go.

- I'll tell you, I'm just... - You said we'd go out.

You thought I was bald, right?

How long have you been on the Keys?

- Long enough. - And you don't like it?

I like the sun. I'm convalescing.

- What from? - A terrible childhood.

My father used to blow his nose with his fingers.

That'll do it every time.

Anyway, down here, I'm a pretty good-looking chick.

You don't think so at the moment, but stick around.

Okay, start 'em burnin'!

You mind if I ask what the setup is?

Are you with Tom?

Is Delly hangin' it out for Tom?

What are you with all these questions? You some kind of detective?

You are kind of edgy, aren't you?

It's the heat and the low wages.

- Come on! - Hey, give me a ride!

- Give me a ride! - Come on, Delly baby!

Home is the hunter. Home from the hills.

- The sailor, home from the sea. - Hey, hey, hey!

Got yourself a drink, Harry. Good Lord.

Oh, I got the grill. Hey, how about you eat mushrooms

and I'll eat your steak?

Hey, it's gotta be the greatest part of the world.

Damn right!

Oh, hell.

If I go up on the mainland now, I get nervous.

I gotta come back down here and put my tank on,

go out and sit on the bottom for half an hour

just to get my head straight.

Listen, is there still much smuggling goin' on around here?

Do dogs have fleas?

Cuba's only 90 miles away and it's gettin' closer.

Hell, there's always a buck to be made.

How are you...

How you figuring on gettin' her to go back with you?

Oh, it's simple enough.

- There's just one complication. - What's that?

- You. - Me? Why?

You're her stepfather. I can be back here with the cops...

Oh, hell, you're not goin' to the cops, are you?

- Well, that would be my next move, yeah. - Oh, hell. You don't have to go that far.

Well, I've come to take her back to Arlene. She's not gonna...

Oh, yeah, but the cops.

My God, she's just a kid. I wouldn't want you...

- She been givin' you any trouble? - What kind of trouble?

Well, I mean trouble you wouldn't want the cops to know about.

Well, she...

Harry...

you're a pretty straight guy,

and I'm gonna tell you, I want that kid the hell out of here.

You see, I...

I got pretty foolish with her, and I... and...

Well, you've seen her. God, there ought to be a law.

There is.

Hi.

- Hi. - I'm gettin' you settled in.

- Thanks. - Where do you want this?

I borrowed your shirt. My clothes were wet.

You know, I read in a book once that when a man sits in a chair like that,

he's afraid of women.

That sounds reasonable enough to me.

- Is chess hard to learn? - It isn't easy, believe me.

- I brought you some ice. - Thanks.

- Want a drink? - Sure.

Mind if I use your shower? Mine doesn't work so good.

Be my guest.

Por nada.

Did she offer you the key to the city?

Well, no. It was more like a sightseeing tour.

How do you resist?

Oh, I just think good, clean thoughts,

like Thanksgiving, George Washington's teeth.

- You beating yourself? - That's a position

from a game played in 1922.

- Do you play? - I know the moves.

Well, black had a mate, didn't see it.

Queen sacrifice...

and three little knight moves.

Check.

Check.

- Check. - Oh, that's nice.

I'll bring your shirt back in the morning, okay?

Okay.

Show me that again.

- Ah, it's a beauty. - Yeah.

But he didn't see it.

He played something else, and he lost.

Must have regretted it every day of his life.

I know I would have.

Matter of fact, I do regret it, and I wasn't even born yet.

That's no excuse.

You guys have a good day. See you tomorrow.

- Did you come to get your shirt back? - No, no.

Okay.

No, I came to tell you that I'm a private detective

hired by your mother to take you back to LA.

- Are you kidding? - No, I'm not.

Well, you can forget it.

I am not going back to that bitch!

- I'm afraid you don't have much choice. - Go screw yourself!

Delly! Delly, you're either gonna go back to L.A. with me,

or I'm gonna turn you over to the cops...

- Hey, Delly, what's wrong? - This old pervert keeps flashing on me!

Go away, you fucking bounty hunter!

You're not gonna earn anything off of me!

- Hey! - Kill that son of a bitch, John!

She doesn't want me.

It's the money.

I know Arlene.

And so does Tom.

He hates her as much as I do!

He's my stepfather,

and unless he says so, I'm not going back.

Where's Tom?

- He's gone out on a charter. - When will he be back? You know?

I don't know. He gassed up for the whole day. Why?

I wanna get Delly...

I wanna get her on a flight to L.A. today.

I'm not going back unless Tom says I have to.

Delly, I know what he's gonna...

Paula, did you hear what that son of a bitch...

- Oh, well, what the hell. - I'm not going back.

Who's in such a hurry anyway, right?

Right.

Tom, you're not gonna make me go back to Arlene, are you?

Why didn't anybody ever tell me?

There ain't nothin' I can do about it, Delly.

Screw Arlene!

Well, you gotta go back with him, and that's all there is to it.

Bullshit.

Hi, Moseby.

Oh, God. Do I need that.

Take Delly out swimming tonight, will you?

Yeah, sure.

Did you come out to make sure I didn't swim away?

No. I just came out for the ride.

What happens if we just keep right on goin'?

You'd end up in the Yucatan.

- You been there? - Not yet.

What did you do before this?

This and that.

I taught school. I kept house.

I waited tables.

I did a little stripping. I did a little hooking.

And I trod a lot of water.

Sounds kind of bleak.

Or is it just the way you tell it?

Do you ask these questions because you wanna know the answer,

or is it just something you think a detective should do?

I just want you to know I'm here.

Did you know that...

sharks can never stop swimming,

because they don't have any flotation sacs?

I didn't know that.

Stick with me, kid. It ain't much fun, but it's educational.

- Harry Moseby, isn't it? - Right, first time.

Okay, folks. I guess this is as good a place as any.

Tropical fish.

It's the Alaskan finger fish. It's very rare.

And that's the dorsal view of the Alaskan...

What about all those sharks swimming?

You're worried about sharks with Delly in the water?

Well, I guess I'll have to just tough it out.

- That's right. - Come on in!

Your little girl's waitin' for you, Harry.

Do I really have to?

Paula! Paula, come quickly!

- What is it? - Quick, Paula!

Dell, stay there!

- Do you see her? - No!

- Slow down the boat! Stop the boat. - God! What is it?

- Do you see her? - No.

- Jesus, God, look at that. - What?

What is that?

Oh, my God.

Delly! Delly!

That's it. Come on. Stop struggling.

- Okay. - Here.

Okay, come on.

- Got it? - Got it.

Get the water out of her!

- Hold on. Hold on. - The fish! The fishes!

- Here, drink this. - All right.

- Come on. - The fish ate his face...

Take it easy.

That's right. Take it easy.

- Good girl. - Now you're okay.

She'll be fine. She panicked and took in water.

I saw his face! I saw his face!

- What was that? - Marker for the Coast Guard.

Poor bastard.

- Can you manage her? - Yeah.

That's right, just one. The pilot of the plane.

Yeah, I left a float for a marker.

That's right.

Sure.

Listen, you took my phone number, so you can call anytime.

Okay.

Nothing they can do tonight.

- They'll have to go out in the morning. - Ah, boy.

You know, this is a bad area for accidents.

It's like that stretch up the other side of Miami.

Devil's Triangle. Did you ever hear of it?

Oh, my God, they got more missing planes

and boats there than you can count.

And I don't mean little planes either.

Navy planes, military,

big ships, tankers, you name it.

Foul up the whole coast.

I wonder how long he's been down there.

Well, won't know that till they bring him up.

- Where you going? - To my room.

Come on, why don't you sleep in here on the couch?

- I wanna go to my room. - You'll be comfortable here.

Tom, let her go.

No.

Attagirl, Paula.

Sleep well.

Party over?

Tom couldn't last the pace.

You had a very funny reaction to...

Out there. I guess it was seein' the dead guy.

Where were you when Kennedy got shot?

Which Kennedy?

Any Kennedy.

President got shot, I was on my way to San Diego...

to a football game.

When Bobby got shot, I was sittin' in a car...

waiting for a guy to come out of a house with his girlfriend.

Workin' on a divorce case.

One of those times I wish I was in another business.

Why do you ask?

It's one of those questions everybody always knows the answer to.

No.

It was that poor bastard in the plane.

I remember Bobby, when he got shot.

The newsreels, they made it look like everything was happening underwater.

First time anybody touched my breasts, it was a boy called Billy Danruther.

The nipples stayed hard for nearly half an hour afterward.

Don't you think that's sad?

No.

I think it's kind of nice.

I don't. I think it's so fuckin' sad.

I come from a small town...

I grew up in a small town in upper New York State. Malone.

Do you know it?

You should. It's part of your heritage.

Benjamin Franklin slept there.

You remember Ben Franklin.

He's the one on the $100 bills.

Please.

Harry Moseby, isn't it?

Right.

Right.

- Wha... - Ah, it's all right.

It's all right.

What's the matter, Delly?

What's the matter? Hey, hey.

It's okay, it's okay.

- His face. - It's all right. It's all right.

- Hey, come on now. Come on, hey. - He was holding me by the wrist.

You're just havin' a nightmare. Come on, hey.

I wanna go back to L.A. tomorrow. Can we? Promise?

- Sure, I promise. - Promise?

I promise.

Now go to sleep.

I like being patted like that.

It's supposed to remind you,

before you were born, your mother's heart beating on your back.

Do you think you can remember back that far?

Listen, Delly, I know it doesn't make much sense when you're 16...

but don't worry.

When you get to be 40...

it isn't any better.

- Did you ever run away from home? - No.

No, me and my parents...

we had a different arrangement.

I think people are shitty.

You're okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm an ace.

Paula?

Hi.

Are you... you gonna be all right now?

- Hey. - You sure you won't need us

- for the Coast Guard? - Oh, I don't think so.

Paula ought to be able to tell them all they need to know.

Well, we'll be seein' you.

- Thank you. - Oh, that's all right.

You deserve it.

I'm very pleased to have Delly home.

Tell me, did you have much trouble persuading her to come back?

No, not a lot. It was easier than I thought.

How'd you know she was home?

- Delly called me from the airport. - Get up off here.

You don't care what you dropped Delly back into, do you?

Somebody says, go find my daughter, you go find her.

Somebody says go spy on somebody else, you go do that.

- Quentin! Quentin, come here. - You're worse than the fuzz,

'cause at least they're up front about what kind of bastards they are!

- Come on, let's go! - You stay the hell...

- Get out of here, you creep! - You satisfied? You see?

You've brought another happy family together!

Listen, you little... Come on!

- Those are the new Advent speakers? - What is this, Moseby?

Look like they really fill the room nicely.

What game is this?

It's no game. I just... just wanted to see you.

Did you have to come out here and break in?

I thought I did, yeah!

Well, I think Harry would like me to leave.

Well, I don't think that's necessary.

I think Harry thinks it is.

Harry thinks if you call him Harry one more time,

he's gonna make you eat that cat.

I'll wait on the deck.

I'm back.

I'm gonna give up the agency.

- You don't have to do that for me. - It's not for you.

I'm doin' it for me.

Why did you change your mind?

I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know.

Do...

whatever you want,

These seats are shit, Har. Last year you got us great tickets.

Every year you're out of the league, they move you back ten rows.

You still serious about wanting to get some stunt work?

- I think you're crazy. - Oh, I don't know.

What the hell is all that? That job I offered you is still open.

Hey, I just finished gettin' an extra's card for Delly.

- For Delly? How come? - You got the...

Yeah, yeah, Arlene asked me to try to fix it up.

- Where do you know Arlene from? - From way back.

Oh, yeah, what's your name again?

- Ziegler, Joey Ziegler? - Joey Ziegler.

- I don't think you were one of the names. - What names?

One of those she cheated on Grastner with. I got them all.

I'm one of a small, select group. We hold meetings in a telephone booth.

Oh, my goodness. Bloodsport.

Bonjour, private eye. It's your last case speaking.

You found any more little runaway girls?

Hey, Harry, I wanna talk to you about something.

I think you might be interested to know who...

- How are you, Harry? - I'm fine.

Lousy.

- You know. - Yeah, I know.

- You really giving up the business? - Well, it looks like it.

How you been?

More lousy than fine.

Yeah.

You're different.

Am I?

How?

You seem very remote.

No, I'm just thinkin about...

things.

- Anybody I know? - No.

Not even anybody I know.

My old man.

Was he really so unlike you when you met him?

I never met him.

But I thought you stayed with him.

You told me, for a week.

Well, you know, I was really pretty proud of myself.

The way I tracked him down.

I followed all the clues.

Followed him from job to job, from city to city.

I finally found him in Baltimore.

Some rooming house on Hibiscus Avenue.

I went up to the door. There was a little card there.

Had his name on it.

Then somebody pointed him out to me.

He was in the park, on a bench, sitting there.

Just a little old guy...

readin' the funny pages out of the paper.

Mouthing the words with his lips.

I just sat there for a while and watched and then went away.

Why did you never tell me this?

I don't know.

Just something I wasn't terribly proud of, you know...

Hey.

Standing six feet away from my father and then just walking away...

Trouble is, after the first six feet, it's hard to tell

whether or not you're jumping or you're falling.

No.

We've taken a long time to get this far.

I don't wanna pour it all away.

Please.

Please.

Harry?

- Darling. - What?

That girl you brought back from Florida, what was her name?

Delly Grastner. Why?

I just heard on the radio. She's dead.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

Okay, roll it, please.

You know, this wasn't even a stunt.

Just some silly-assed Keystone Cop gag.

The green car.

That's Delly and me.

Stunt.

We didn't kill a goddamn chicken.

There's been a wreck! There's been a wreck!

Get back! And it's reall

That's the B camera.

- Another angle, same stuff. - Is that Quentin?

Sure. We had some trouble under the car muffler

or something like that, and he went in and fixed it.

What is that camera there?

Oh, that's some cockamamie student 16 millimeter documentary or something.

That's Delly and me again.

It was around that corner that it...

It was so simple.

Is there any other film on the accident?

Yeah. Yeah, the kid's got some part of it.

I'll have them roll it for you. I don't wanna see it.

Will you roll the 16, please?

Yeah, I can understand why you didn't wanna see it.

Well, it just reruns itself in here, anyway, so...

Look, Joey...

Could Quentin have... Now, forget why he'd want to.

Could he have futzed that car?

- You mean, when he was underneath? - Well, anytime.

No, I don't see it.

Look, Harry, I did it.

I was the driver.

Some fuckin' driver.

Harry, the thing is the kid seemed so much better

when she came back.

Like she...

Like she got it all together more.

- You notice that? - No.

No, I... I never saw her after I brought her back.

I had a call from her,

but I wasn't in.

Hey. Hey, Joey.

Look...

Take it easy, huh?

You're lucky you didn't get wiped out with her.

That's not the way it happens.

- You heard. - That's right, Mrs. Iverson.

I heard.

Is that why you're in mourning?

Get out of here, you son of a...

- You get it all here, don't you, Arlene? - What?

You get it all.

What's that supposed to mean?

That's supposed to mean that I don't like you, Mrs. Iverson.

I think that Delly never had a chance with you as a mother.

She was on a downhill slide right from the start.

So I'm not grief-stricken.

What does that make me?

You know, Delly isn't the only... kid who ever had it rough.

When I was her age,

I was down on my knees to half the men in this town.

I'm sorry the poor little bitch is dead,

and when the time comes, I'll cry for her,

but you won't be around to see it, Mr. Smartass Moseby.

So...

Out.

Out!

What are you doin' here? What happened to her, Quentin?

It was an accident. I was there. I saw it.

You're goddamn right you were there!

- What do you want, Moseby? - Somebody murdered her.

Who?

I don't know what you're talking about, man.

The only one that gets anything out of Delly dying is Arlene.

- Then how'd she do it? Who helped her? - I don't... You're crazy.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Why were you at Arlene's house when Delly got home?

I told you, Delly called me from the airport...

What about? What was so important?

- That was about Ellman. - The stuntman?

Didn't she tell you?

What about him? She didn't tell me anything.

That was Ellman in the plane on the bottom.

Wait a minute.

- That was Marv Ellman? - Yes.

But why didn't she tell me? I was right there.

Because she figured you did it.

- You futzed the plane! - She was crazy.

No. She thought I still had it in for him, but...

You killed her, didn't you? I saw you under the car...

For Christ's sake, what would I wanna kill Delly for?

Because she figured out you killed Ellman, that's why.

- Marv Ellman dead? - I called Florida.

Goddamn it, they never reported the plane to the Coast Guard. Why?

I still can't get over it. Jesus...

He was a crazy son of a bitch, but he was a hell of a guy.

Does Tom Iverson know Quentin?

Yeah, yeah, sure, they've both been in the stunt gags for years now.

Sure, Tom knows him.

- What kind of... - There's no other explanation.

Quentin is tied in with Iverson. They didn't report the plane in the water.

Ellman's plane, your car, two dead. Quentin.

I still don't see the connection here.

My bet is he's in Florida with Tom.

Let me know, huh, Harry?

Mr. Moseby, your flight is boarding at that door.

I hate airports.

I'll be back no later than Friday.

I know there's something wrong down there, and I know I can figure it out.

Then tell the police what you know.

Oh, God.

Decided not to?

Oh, I don't think this is gonna solve everything in my life.

But if you didn't go...

Now, look, I know you've been alone a lot,

even when I was around.

And I know when you get...

When we get like that, we reach out for other people.

Marty was a distress signal.

- Fortunately, you were passing by... - I didn't mean just you.

I know what you didn't mean.

You're gonna miss your plane.

If you don't go now, you can't come back.

Please hurry, sir. Thank you for flying with us.

Throughout the region on the Gulf of Mexico,

the winds continue south by southwest, changing to southerly by morning.

The barometer reading is...

Another attack?

- Let's go... - Oh, but where is it?

- Where's that other regulator? - It's right there. Look for it.

Okay, bowline. Let's go.

Hello, Harry.

You killed Quentin, didn't you, Tom?

Pain in the ass.

He came pushing around, threatened to go to the Coast Guard about Ellman.

He wouldn't believe it was an accident.

Talkin' about Delly, the cops.

I didn't wanna put him...

Watch the propeller!

All right, quit it.

Goddamn fools!

Tom, cut it out!

Jesus!

Come on.

You're ridiculous!

Cut it out. That's enough.

Oh, my God. Tom!

He's still breathing.

If you want him dead so much, why don't you come on and kill him?

- Fuckin' fools! Hit! Hit! Hit! - What the hell is goin' on? I wanna know.

- Goddamn it, what the hell... - Don't we all, Harry?

- Don't we all? - Cut that out.

I've been listening to your ping-pong talk long enough.

What was in Marv Ellman's plane? Drugs?

- Was it drugs? - No! No drugs.

We're smuggling in something from the Yucatan.

It's a piece of junk worth half a million, according to Tom.

They've been flying it in piece by piece.

The crazy bastards have been at it for months.

It's crazy, the whole thing. Crazy.

Where is this half a million dollars' worth?

It's out there over the shelf, out past where we found the plane.

All right, come on, let's go.

You mean you're gonna solve the case and find the boodle?

That's right.

Can you dive 80 feet?

No.

Then you're lucky to have me with you, aren't you?

Get on and...

Come on, Harry. We're gonna catch the sunrise.

What were you getting out of it? Me? Oh, some change.

A little more fuel for the flight.

Bus ticket for the next stop after Key West.

I got into it because I got involved with Tom.

I got involved with Tom because...

he was the only man around who got nicer as he got drunk.

It may not sound like much to you, but believe me, in these parts,

it's a good deal.

That night after we found the plane, Tom went back out there, didn't he?

That marker you left, that was for him, not the Coast Guard,

so he could move your piece of junk away from the plane.

And you kept me out of the way.

Something like that.

You told me fairy tales...

about Malone...

Billy Danruther...

the president getting shot.

Your erect nipples.

- What does it matter, Har... - I wanna know what it's all about!

I told you what it's all about.

You! What the hell are you all about?

You're asking the wrong questions.

Why don't you just be content? You've solved the case.

I didn't solve anything.

This fell in on top of me.

Why don't we just keep on sailing, Harry?

Why not?

There's the marker.

It'll only take a couple of minutes to go down,

but may take me a little bit longer to get your boodle up.

Or we let the Coast Guard do it.

Scared I'll try to make it to the Yucatan underwater?

Paula, get out of the way!

Paula, go down!

Paula, go under!

Paula! Paula!

Swim away!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Shit, you bastard!

Bastard! Bastard!