All language subtitles for Jack Arnold - Black Eye (1974) VOEng

Thou preparest
a table for me

in the presence
of mine enemies.

Thou anointest
my head with oil.

Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me

all the days of my life.

And I will dwell
in the house of the Lord forever.

Ashes to ashes...

and dust to dust.

Farewell, old friend.

We will miss you
as we miss the good days

and the good nights
of your past glory.

May the benevolent Lord,
in all his wisdom,

carry you among the stars

from which you lay claim.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Goodbye, Marcus.

Yeah, come in.

It's kinda late, you know?

Billy from the hotel send you?

Really, he shouldn't send anybody this late,
'cause I usually pass.

Well...

now that you're here, come on.

Well, don't just stand there.
You can come in now.

Oh, and like, these walls are paper-thin,
so we gotta keep it down.

Billy tell you how much?

$20 for quickies
and $50 all-night.

Oh,

all right, if you can't afford it,
I'll give you a break.

$40, okay?

'Cause it's slow.

You know what I want.

Now where is it?

Hi, Stone.

For you.

Oh, that's nice.
Thank you.

How about
a celebration tonight?

We can think of
a reason tomorrow.

Sorry.

Didn't know you were busy.

Another time, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, good night, Cynthia.

Stone?

Don't go away mad, all right?

Yeah.

Vera.

Vera, you busy?

Vera!

Vera, you in there?

Vera?

Vera?

Come on, Black boy.
Come on, get up!

Get up, Black boy.

Come on, you wanna play?
Come on, let's play.

Come on, get up, Nigger!

Come on.

Get up.

Come on.

You son of a...

Good night, Cyn-Cyn.

Good night.

You look a mess.

What was happening
upstairs, Stone?

There was a terrible racket.

I thought you gave up
that scene.

I did,

but...
hey, baby, uh,

we ain't married or nothing.

No strings, we said?

What's that?

Somebody!
Somebody, call the police!

Room 301.

Vera Brownmiller...
was murdered.

Yeah?

Hello, you old faggot.

Yeah.

I got it.

Why didn't I call?

What's your hurry, lover?

I got it, didn't I?

And you've got my $100.

Is it in your hand now?

Good.

Now, take it
in your right hand...

and shove it up your keister.

Did you know
I had to kill her to get it?

$500?

Oh, wow.
You are really loose, baby.

Am I satisfied?

Of course I'm not satisfied.

Well, let's see.

Um...

Does a hundred grand
seem too much?

I'll tell you
what I'm trying to do.

You'd better have
a hundred yards by tomorrow,

or you've got shit!

I'm calling the shots now, baby.

You catch a guy
in this hooker's room,

you're mixing up with him,

and all you can tell me is that he's
six-foot, youngish and well-dressed.

Boy, have you slowed up.

All right, but what did
his face look like?

His face?

I was too busy
trying to save my ass, baby.

He had a cane and a pigsticker.

And that's where
all my attention was.

Everything else was a red haze.

Bowen...

get your goddamn feet
off my Chippendale.

Jesus.

What a dump.

And you, a college man.

Jesus.

Well, home is
where the heart is, Bill.

Now, it's been two years since
your sister died of an overdose.

And what are you doing to do,
make a career out of

muscling these two-bit pushers
in this ghetto?

You turn one in
and five more hit the street.

All right, Bowen, lay off.

This dung heap, as you call it,
is my penance, not yours.

Anyway, I didn't walk out of the precinct,
I was kicked out.

Oh, for Christ's sake,
will you stop being a martyr?

You were suspended.

And what the hell did you
expect from the commissioner?

You strangled that pusher
with your bare hands.

A lieutenant of police
is supposed to be level-headed

under any circumstances.

You were lucky
you didn't get the pen.

I'm not getting through
to you, Shep.

Oh, oh, what the hell?
I don't owe you anything.

You're always
throwing me a bone,

but I'd really like
a change of pace, Billy boy.

And what the hell
does that mean?

Well, those guilt-ridden parents

looking for
their lost daughters.

They're getting
mighty monotonous.

How many is it now,
about three this month?

I mean,
can't you do better than that?

Screw you!

Jesus,
you really are something!

Hey, I'll tell you what.

You give me three days.

I'll wrap up
this Brownmiller case for you.

Now, about the money.

What money? What the hell
are you talking about, money

Well, the money you're gonna
waste on those stoolies and finks.

Hey, I figure about 200 bucks
ought to do me just fine.

By God, you need a shot of penicillin
just to go in here.

Well, it hasn't killed me yet.

And have you got a clean glass?

Yeah, somewhere around here.

Thanks.

Why didn't you
spit on it first?

Yeah, that's 200 bucks.

And a gun permit.

Now come on, Bill,
you know I got the street wired.

Look, Shep,
I was talking to the captain

and he was talking to
the commissioner.

Now if you come in
and talk to both of them,

we can get this whole thing
straightened out.

Forget it, pal.

Practically...
and philosophically,

I'm all for law and order,

but technically, it stinks.

After I catch some bastard
and have to read him his Bill of Rights

after me,
and God knows how many others,

saw him cut down
some poor old grocer

and get off for spit?

Uh-uh. Something's wrong.

Mmm-hmm.

Pay your tab at Siegal's
with this.

I'll take it out of petty cash.

You got the permit.

Thanks, flat-foot.

Goddamn puritan.

$11, please.

$11.

Thank you.

Here's your watch.

Stay out of trouble, Stone.

Yeah, yeah, I'll work on that.

- Hi, Stone.
- Joe.

- Here you are, sir.
- Hmm.

He's loaded.

Yeah, I know.
Big Joe Giapene.

What's the matter, Stone?
No guts?

Hey, you,
didn't I give you a 20?

What you talking about?

Hey, didn't you see me give her
a double sawbuck?

No, I was reading the magazine.

Look, check this cigar box.

I'll eat every 20, 10 or 5
you find in there.

And you've just been gone
a minute.

I could've sworn.

It must be that goddamn coffee

my wife makes for me
every morning.

Why don't you get her to make
you some mountain grown?

Wanna spread a few words around
the neighborhood for me, Big Mama?

Your word is my word, Stone.

Wire the street I'm looking for a
rare walking cane with a silver head

and anything on
a Vera Brownmiller.

Yeah?
I heard she was ripped off,

but she still lives on
in living color.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, shit, man.

She used to moonlight for
old Max Majors,

making all of them
pussy pictures.

We have one
playing around the corner now.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Keep the change.

Oh, what change?

A buck.

Well, I'm expecting more
from you in a couple of days.

There's another 20 in it
for you.

I'll forget
you ripped off Giapene.

I like that Nigger.

He sure learns fast.

Good morning, sir. How are you?

Why, just a minute.

I got some raw film from
National Lab for Mr. Majors.

Well, there's nobody
in the office.

They're all shooting
on stage 16.

Okay, camera ready?

- Yeah, we're ready.
- All right, places, please.

Bruce.

Now, you know what
you're supposed to do.

Just go over to the bed and try to
keep your mind off what you're doing.

Okay, roll 'em.

Scene seven, take one.

Action.

Which one is Max Majors?

Over there.

They're pretty good, huh?

How did you get in here?

They have to
rehearse much for this?

Who are you?

Well, I could be from
the vice squad.

But I ain't.

But I could
put a dime in the phone

and get Lieutenant Bowen
over here pretty quick.

Can we go someplace and talk?

Uh...

What is it you want?

Name's Stone.

I'm a friend of
Vera Brownmiller's...

one of your leading ladies.

Come on.

Cut.
Jim, bring that light up.

- We got a double on it?
- Yeah.

Okay, get in on the bed.
No, higher.

Okay, spot it.

Just what is it
you're after, Mr. Stone?

That's quite a drop for you,
isn't it?

I mean, I've heard
all the stories about

how people got started this way,

but I didn't know
it worked in reverse.

I was never what one would call
a creative producer, Mr. Stone.

I was a dealmaker.
I made money.

You can buy creativity.

I still make money, so, please,

get on with your business
so I can attend to mine.

Did you know that
Vera Brownmiller is dead?

Yes, I read of it in the papers.

Not an unusual ending
for a woman like her.

And how well did you know her?

I wouldn't say
I knew her at all.

She was just an actress
we used a few times as a favor.

She would've like that, yeah,

you calling her an actress.

You mentioned a favor. For who?

An old friend, Marcus Rollo.

- The actor?
- Yes.

- The one who just died?
- That's right.

We went back a long way.

I admired his style.

He was a showman
in the truest sense.

Anyway, as I understand it,
this Vera was a protege of sorts.

Did you ever see her
outside the studio?

Socially, I mean.

I don't think I spoke two words to her
on or off the set.

I let my director handle that.

Frankly, all this revolts me.

Is there anything else,
Mr. Stone?

I'm very busy.

Oh, yeah, that's all.

If you can think of anything else,
just give me a call.

Do you have a card?

You got a pen?

- Phone call, Max.
- Be right there.

Uh, if I'm not in,
just leave a message.

Good day, Mr. Stone.

They're here for the delivery.

Damn that T.T.

Majors here.

No, we've run into a snag.

Well, we searched
the entire house.

Well, the old lady kept it
with her until the burial,

and when he got back to the grave,
it was gone.

Well, some hooker
named Vera Brownmiller.

No, she knew.
That's why she took it.

Yeah, he... He sent Chess.

Yeah, I know you said
not to use him.

Goddamn T.T.

Yeah, uh, look,
I have my own troubles.

Some schvartze shamus
has been snooping around.

Oh, uh...

Shepard Stone,
care of Siegal's Bar, Venice.

Yes, may I help you, sir?

Yes, I'd like to see
Miss Francis.

My name is Stone.

Do you have an appointment,
Mr. Stone?

No, but you might mention to her
we have a mutual admiration.

I don't understand.

She Will.

- What was that?
- Hmm?

Mr. Jamie is Miss Francis'
personal assistant.

Oh, my mistake.
I thought she was a model.

Will you follow me,
Mr. Stone?

Ah, Mr. Stone.

So we meet formally.

Well, I figured
it was about time

since we're both screwing
the same chick.

Francis... I'm so angry.

Look at these layouts.

They're horrendous.

I mean, what's gotten into Polly,
anyway?

These are not the designs
I ordered.

No, they're not.

They're the ones I reordered.

We talked about that.

But, obviously, you chose
not to follow my suggestion.

They were merely suggestions.

That should be sufficient.
You know me well enough.

Now will you excuse me, please?

Well, I guess
that'll have to do.

I'm certain it will.

That was a very vulgar way
of expressing our relationship, Stone.

I was under the impression that
you're a man of, uh, some culture.

Look, lady...

I don't care what you do,
or what you do it with.

You just leave Cynthia alone.

Would you care for a drink?

Sure. Fine, why not?

Anything you got's all right.

Cynthia's a very unstable girl.

I used to think her
a lovely naive child,

but clever enough to work herself
into a lucrative business

without a dime to her name.

How do you think
she got her boutique?

You.

Correct.

And...

you like being used?

People only do
what they wanna do, Mr. Stone.

Cheers.

I see you're wearing
a wedding band.

It's legitimate.

Has been for years.

My husband and I
have a convenient relationship.

Not Jamie boy?

Oh, you are a devil,
aren't you, Mr. Stone?

Is Cynthia into you
for a lot of bread?

Why? Would you be in a position
to bail her out if she were?

Frankly, Cynthia stays with me
because she likes me.

She stays with you because
of what you can do for her.

Of course, that's what
I've been trying to tell you.

Look, Mr. Stone,
I know you're not a man of mean.

Suppose I give you $500.

Just leave her alone.

And how do you expect
to stop me?

This sort of places you at the
Brownmiller murder, doesn't it?

Cops, publicity...

Kind of bad for the career,
wouldn't you say?

I'm beginning to be attracted
to you, Shep.

Crybabies turn my stomach.

You just know
too many Jamies, baby.

I can sometimes be
more of a woman than Cyn-Cyn

whether you believe it or not.

Yeah, you are tempting.

And, frankly,
Cynthia likes women.

Mr. Stone, I happen to be
a lot of woman.

Yeah, you're a foxy lady,
all right.

Freeloading again, eh, Stone?

Well, there's no place
like home, Lou.

How about another double?

Another double, yeah?

And you into me
for a couple of C-notes.

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

Hey, I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna boost the economy.

- Uh-huh.
- I'll cut you.

Double or nothing.

What do you mean,
for the two bills?

No, you don't believe I think
you're that stupid, do you?

The drink.

Oh, come on. What the hell?

You know I always lose to you.

All right, all right,
go ahead, cut 'em.

What?

I got a lousy trey.

That beats me.

I beat you with a trey?

A crummy trey?

I can't win all the time.

That's it for the losers.

Hey, wait a minute.
Where the hell are you going?

Drink the bloody drink.

You think I'm gonna
pour it back?

That makes 200 bucks
you owe me,

plus a buck and a half.
Now remember that.

How can I ever forget it?

Mr. Stone?

Yeah.

The lady where you live
told me that I'd find you here.

You've been sitting over there
ever since I came in.

Trying to decide whether
I can afford you or not.

You heard?

But I am not a rich man.

It's getting kind of monotonous
in here, I'll...

I'm Raymond Dole.

I understand that you're
an excellent investigator.

- Excellent?
- Excellent.

Who told you?

Oh, don't tell me.

My ex-partner,
he's always throwing me a bone.

You want her found, Mr. Dole?

Yes.

How much can you afford to pay?

I work on daily rates
and expenses.

I'm cheap, but I'm mean
when it's too cheap.

It's my daughter, Amy.

Will you take the job?

You're not
getting to the point, Mr. Dole.

Oh.

I...

I hope you'll find her soon.

This is awfully tough
on my wife.

You arrived just in the nick of time,
Mr. Dole.

My office expenses
are just about nil.

Okay, I'll find her.

Well, don't you want
any more information about her?

No, I've... I've read enough.

I'll find her
if she's still around.

Well, Mr. Stone,
where can I reach you?

Where's you office?

I'm just leaving it.

Don't worry about him, mister.

- Huh?
- That's his problem.

He's too goddamn honest.

Yeah, well,
give me another one, will you?

Hmm.

♪ That saved a wretch like me ♪

Sing!

♪ I was was lost ♪

Sing for Jesus.

♪ But now I'm found ♪

♪ Was blind but now ♪

Sing for Jesus from the heart!

♪ I see ♪

♪ Amen ♪

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

And didn't the devil
say to Jesus,

"Throw yourself off this cliff

and prove to me
you're the Son of God"?

He did!

And what did Jesus say?

Thou shall worship God the Lord.

And didn't the devil
offer Jesus

the glories of the world

if Jesus would worship him?

He did!

And what did Jesus say?

Thou shall worship God the Lord.

And didn't the devil offer Jesus

the glories of the world

if Jesus would worship him?

He did!

And what did Jesus say?

Get thee back, Satan!

We all know how the devil
finds his way into our hearts,

always mischieving
when we least expect it.

He strikes at the heart
where Jesus lives

because it is most vulnerable.

It's the house of love.

Love for a living Christ,

redeemer of the world.

Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus, save me.

Save me!

Even now, I hear a cry
in the wilderness.

I hear a cry of the love.

It's the devil!
It's the...

It's the devil.

- Oh, Jesus Christ...
- He's got me.

- ...salvation of the world.
- It's the devil.

- He's got me!
- Behold.

Behold, one of your children

who is beset by
the serpent of darkness.

She is not yet baptized.

Spread your love, good Jesus.

Give her strength
from your loving heart

and her natural desire
to find you. Amen.

- Amen.
- Jesus, save me.

How do you feel, Mary?

I'm all right.

Amen.

I had a bad dream.

Amen, amen.

My assistants will now
take up the collection

while you are all confessing
to one another.

And remember, give.

We have many expenses
to keep our church going.

Find Jesus in your heart

and be generous.

Take Mary to the prayer room
and listen to her confession.

Jesus.

Well, Mr. Stone, don't tell me
you've got religion.

I've got my own trip.

And what might that be?

Almost any bourbon.

What can I do for you, Stone?

Can we talk someplace?

Now you said you screwed
this guy three times.

Were you sorry?

I don't know.

You mean when I was doing it
or afterwards?

Both times.

Prayer room?

Now, look, Stone,
I don't want any trouble.

You're no longer a policeman,

so I have every right
to ask you to leave.

I'm looking for a girl
named Amy Dole.

She could be a hophead
because I traced her here.

We don't keep dope addicts.

We save them.

Yeah?

Well, I passed a few
benny poppers out there.

That girl, Mary,
was one of them.

You trying to irritate me, Stone?

Have you seen Amy Dole?

Yes, I've seen Amy Dole.

She was here.

She couldn't accept
the love of Jesus.

I had to ask her to leave.

Well, I'd... like to add
to your collection.

Can you tell me
where she is now?

We don't keep track of those
who are lost.

She could be back
where we found her.

And where might that be?

Lindy's Pooh House
in Santa Monica.

Yes.

One of my assistants found her there
before she was brought here.

Fair enough.

Thanks.

What if Reverend Avery finds out?

One of your helpers?

Hey, no soul till 5:00, my man.

- Is Lindy around?
- Speaking.

I'm looking for a girl
named Amy Dole.

Dole?

Name of pineapple, ain't it?

No, name of a missing person.

Her parents are concerned.

Oh, yeah? You a cop?

No, man, I'm just
a friend of the family.

They're worried about her.

Look, man, they're not gonna
take her away.

They just wanna know
how and where she is.

Hey, brother, I believe you,
but I can't help you.

Well, I'm told
she used to be your lady.

Nice, huh?

You know, I set one of these
in each of my tables.

It adds a little class
to my place, shall we say?

Yeah, you all class.

Hey, man, I could afford roses,

but I don't think
roses will work in this room.

All right, quit jiving, Lindy.

Now either tell me what I wanna know,
or tell me to get out,

but can that
Superspade bullshit.

Well, a boy with a ploy, huh?

No, a man with a plan.

Now I'm thinking a lot of grass
gets passed in here.

Maybe a little hard stuff, too.

I figure
some night I come in here,

put my hand under the table,
I find myself a bag.

Don's a con,

but maybe I'm the cat
who knows where it's at, Mr...?

Stone.

Mr. Stone, have a seat.

I'll get you some coffee,
Mr. Stone.

Look here...

don't be coming to me

with that family friend stuff,

'cause her family, brother,
wouldn't like you

no more than they like me.

Yeah, I knew Amy Dole.

And I dug her, too.

You might say I went through
that whole Nigger-bag thing,

you know, like sweet talk
and gifts

and dogging her arm
along Central all right.

But that was before she met
that mother by the name of Chess.

I got a scar, man,
where three of them jumped me

and near killed me
saying "Stay away."

I said, "Hey, I'm a peace-loving
revolutionary, brother.

I ain't got no time
for no shit like that."

So I stayed away.

I got me a real old lady now.

Where can I find this Chess?

Hey, brother, I don't know and I don't
wanna know, you know what I mean?

I've heard the dude
now deals in Hollywood,

but that's all I know,
you understand?

Wait a minute.

There's a dude who knows

every junkie, pimp or hustler
in the whole Los Angeles area.

Oh, yeah, Shwermer.

Yeah, that's what
they call him, the Worm.

- Right, thank you.
- Hey, brother,

no charge for the coffee,
it wasn't 5:00 when I served you.

But, since you're here,

how'd you like to stay for dinner
of pig butts and black-eyed peas

for only $1.75.

Can't beat it
no place else in the world.

- You jiving.
- No, I ain't.

- Soul food?
- Yes, sir.

- Pig butts?
- Go on, bro.

- You got a liquor license?
- Hey, no, man, just beer.

Well, just throw me something to read
while I'm waiting, brother.

All right, brother.

Mmm.

- Soul, right on.
- Yes, indeed.

How you like it, hot?

As you can get it.

Get your skinny ass
out of that tree, Worm,

before I climb up after you.

Nobody calls me Worm
to my face, Black man.

I ain't done nothing.

I ain't pushing no shit.

Nobody said you were, Worm.

Now come on down, man.

I ain't gonna hustle you.

I just... I just want
some information.

You know
I don't like to be called Worm.

No ex-pig's gonna
call me Worm, Stone.

Look, Mr. Worm.

Now this ex-pig
is getting pissed.

And the longer
you stay up there,

the more steamed
I'm gonna get, man.

Now come on down!

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I don't trust no ex-fuzz
who don't turn on.

One...

two...

three...

Four... five...

Don't muscle me now.

Her old man's
a dude named Chess.

He's a punk pusher,

but the word's out he's got something heavy
he wants to unload.

Where do I have to find him?

Oh, he's mean, Stone, mean.

I can't... If he finds
I did that, he'd do me in.

Hey, man, don't worry about it.

Now where is he?

Hyperion, 1735.

Rotten Pig!

Dirty pig!

Yeah.

Who is it?

Aha! Chess.

Room 5-A.

Room 5-A.

Hmm.

Yes?

- Mr. Talbot?
- Uh, yes. What is it?

If you're here for a reading,

I'm closed for tonight.

Come tomorrow.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.
I was under the impression that

you were open at all hours.

Uh... Mr...?

- Stone. Shep Stone.
- Oh.

Stone. Well, I'm...
I'm usually open,

but I have
an engagement tonight.

Uh, however,
since you are here,

I think I can spare you
a few minutes.

- Won't you come in?
- Thank you.

Seems a shame to ask you
to come back another time.

Yes, that would be a shame.

A wonderful collection,
isn't it?

Perhaps the most wonderful
such collection anywhere in the world.

You know, I've been offered
thousands and thousands of dollars for it.

But it's priceless.

I can't bear to
part with any of it.

These mementos and souvenirs
of a bygone era...

are my most
precious possessions.

More than possessions.

The ghosts of many of these
dear departed people

live here among these objects.

I commune with them daily.

They are my only real family.

And without them...

Uh, that's an interesting
walking cane you have there.

Oh, that's just
a little something I picked up.

- Oh.
- I'm a collector, too.

- Oh.
- It's one of a kind.

Uh... Where did you find it?

Beside the dead body
of Vera Brownmiller.

You must remember her, Talbot.
She was an actress.

Who are you, Stone?

I was a friend of Vera's.

I suppose you know
the cane belonged to Marcus Rollo.

Yeah, I know.

If you're from the police,

I've already been questioned by
a Lieutenant Bowen.

I have no motive whatsoever
to have killed Vera.

Who said you killed her?

Oh, don't kid me.

I know you police have
an intelligence department.

I've heard of your devious ways.

But if you insist,
I'll admit...

Vera and I were very close.

You, she and Marcus Rollo.

I introduced them.

Vera was not only my friend,

but we had
a great spiritual bond.

She was my medium
on many an occasion.

A Scorpio
on the cusp of Sagittarius.

What does that mean?

That she had great vibrations
with the dead.

What was Vera's relationship
with Rollo?

Oh, merely as a medium
and friend.

Vera was one of the few people
he was ever close to.

Strange she didn't attend
his funeral.

Yes, isn't it?

Oh...
about the cane...

I'm willing to pay you
handsomely for it.

Why are you so interested
in buying something

you know rightfully
doesn't belong to me?

You know it belonged to Rollo.

Well...

One doesn't ask questions
when it concerns one's hobby...

...as you can see.

Even if you had to
kill someone for it?

I resent that, Stone.

You can take your cane
and get the hell out of here.

And I suggest you return it to
its rightful owners.

Okay, let's cut
the bullshit, Talbot.

A friend of mine was killed
over this cane.

And maybe
she didn't stand for much,

but I figure she didn't deserve
what Chess gave her either.

Now why, Talbot?

I don't know.

I can't believe she was killed
because of that cane.

What did you say
this was worth?

Sarah Bernhardt signed that
for me.

It's priceless.

Why, Talbot?

I can't.

They'd kill me for it.

What did Rollo have to do
with this?

They used him
as they used all of us.

He was just a courier.

Who are "they"?

I just can't.

All right, Talbot,
I'll be back.

- Hello, Lou.
- Hey, Stone.

Bring me the special
and a double shot.

Okay.

The special today
is meatballs and spaghetti.

- Be ready soon.
- Sounds good to me.

Hey, bartender.

Yeah, what can I do for you?

- Give me a bourbon on the rocks.
- Sure.

- Make it a double.
- Right.

You got a can in here?

Sure. Straight through
to the back.

Hey, Stone, I'm gonna check
the meatballs.

Can you watch the cash register
for me?

Yeah, Lou,
I'll take care of it.

Are you Stone?

Yeah, I'm Stone.

You know, you got something
that doesn't belong to you.

Now I'd like to take it with me
with as little trouble as possible.

You dig?

Yeah, I dig.

I'll make a deal...

but not with some punk runner.

Now you move one more inch,

you're gonna lose your manhood.

Stone!

Put it on the table.

He can be very mean, Stone.

Now where's the cane?

Behind the jukebox.

Thanks, Stone.

Let's go.

How's the spaghetti, Lou?

Great. Thanks a lot.

Talbot!

Talbot.

Talbot.

Son of a bitch.
Still dealing acid to kids, huh?

Get away, you...

Sick bastard!

You're gonna kill me!

Come on!

Get out of my face.

Oh, Jesus Christ, no!

No.

Have a nice trip, Mack.

Yeah?

This is Moms.

What's up, Moms?

Well, you know that
old-time movie star

that died the other day, Marcus?

Yeah, Rollo.

Well, anyway,

Vera would go up to
his old mansion all the time.

Okay, Big Mama,
you get your bread.

Stone.

Aren't you coming in
to say hello?

Well, I hadn't figured on it.

I heard you come in.

You still angry?

Wrong.
Turned off is more like it.

Come here.

Come here,
I wanna show you something.

Come on!

Come on, I've done something
really special.

I want you to see it.

Come on, you're gonna love it.

Look at this.

Dynamite.

Isn't that about the hippest
summer pattern you've ever seen?

And this one.
I just finished it.

- Terrific?
- Hmm.

Would you like a drink?

- Yeah, thanks.
- Okay.

- Are you looking?
- Mm-hmm.

- Pretty terrific, huh?
- Yeah.

The flare and the flounce.

Kinda sexy, don't you think?

Looks like
plain old blue jeans to me.

Blue jeans?

Shep, where have you been?

Denim just happens to be the
greatest thing since the New Look.

Honey, the whole world's
wearing blue denim.

You know,
they're even doing cars in 'em.

Studded and embroidered.

Lined in funky chintz.

Here you go.

I show you my genius and you look
at the sports page or something.

At least you could
act interested.

You really are upset, are you?

Yeah.

Losing my cool
always did upset me.

I paid a little visit
to Francis.

I know.

The thought of your...

lesbian relationship
sort of got to me.

I am not a lesbian.

It just so happens that
somebody I find very interesting

and have a great deal in common
with happens to be a woman.

For Christ's sake, Cynthia,

I know a lot of girls
who have a lot of girlfriends,

but they don't
hop in the sack with them.

Stone, I'm me.

I haven't changed.

I'm the same me you've been
making love to for the last three months.

Maybe it's me
that's changed then.

Listen...

I thought what we had
made sense.

Remember, no commitments...

no smothering?

I remember.

Shep, when I'm with you...

you're the most important thing
in my life.

I'll tell you what.

I'll get started...

and you can catch up later,

if you hurry.

Look out.

♪ I know where we're going ♪

♪ 'Cause I know
Where we've been ♪

♪ The door to love is open ♪

♪ Together we can walk ♪

♪ Right in ♪

♪ For all that we need ♪

♪ ls waiting for us ♪

♪ And we just
Might as well begin ♪

♪ I know where ♪

♪ Our love can take us, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause I know
Where we've been ♪

You're very special to me.

Is that a commitment?

It's like a crater

and they put
little seeds in it.

Yeah.

Oh, excuse me.

Mr. Stone. What a surprise.

You almost sound glad.

I'm delighted.

Maybe I could prove it to you.

Oh, someone's caught your eye.

You're not a mutant.

Well, I'd like to go on record,
Miss Francis.

You're much more than
a smart woman.

That isn't very sweet,
but it is sincere.

Come along.
There are people I want you to meet.

Who knows?
Maybe somebody will want you to follow

their current lover.

Voila.

The object of your curiosity.

I'd like you both to meet
Mr. Shep Stone.

- This is...
- We've met.

Oh, and Diane, too?

No, not formally.
I'm Diane Davis.

Fran, what happened to
your tarot fortune teller?

You said you'd have one.

Who knows?

Probably in
his stupid spirit world.

Entertainers are
so undependable.

What do you do, Mr. Stone?

Mr. Stone is
a private detective.

Is he?

A very impressive one.

How exciting.

Any new dangerous capers lately?

You must tell me
all about it, Shep.

Yes, Shep.

Oh, no, you don't.

I'm gonna get Stone a drink.
He's mine.

I wonder what brought the fly
to the ointment.

Are we boring you, Stone?

How could you possibly be
a bore, Miss Francis?

Touche.

I don't know what your bag is,

but they're
showing movies upstairs.

What about you?

As far as I'm concerned,
that's for pygmies.

I don't have that problem.

Which one of these
is your husband?

He's upstairs.

I like you, Stone.

I'm beginning to have some respect
for Cyn-Cyn and her ambivalence.

Where is our girlfriend
this afternoon?

She'll be along.

Should be interesting.

Excuse me.
I have to go play hostess.

I'll be back. Stay there.

Aha, I caught Fran
with her hands down.

Don't you find it
rather uncool in here, Shep?

Why don't you walk me out
on the terrace, please, hmm?

None of this seems to
impress you very much, Stone.

The party and all.

Well, I just have to
content myself with the basics

like living and eating.

And perhaps stealing things
that don't belong to you?

I am prepared to offer you
$50,000

for the former contents
of this cane, Stone,

no more questions asked.

Fifty thou...?

Phew. Oh...

That's a lot of petty cash.

For a shabby ex-cop,
you bet it is.

Now do we have a deal?

Do I have to
answer you right away?

Immediately.

Oh, well, in that case, I
think I can make a better deal.

I pass.

Give us your gun, Stone.

And don't move,
or I'll have to kill you.

Take his gun.

The control box.

Stop the elevator. Get it back.

- He went out the top.
- Get in.

Get up there.

He went down a post.

I'll get him. You get the car.

Avery.

You again.

What do you want this time?

Well, for starters,
you can stop lying to me.

I know Amy Dole is with you
and I want to see her.

Yes, Amy's with us.

I'm afraid I had to tell
that little lie to protect her.

She was in no shape
to see anyone,

but she's fine now.

You see, Stone,

when we take these kids
hooked on drugs and worse...

we give them a home, a faith,

something stronger than drugs,
violence and fornication.

We bring them back
into the arms of Jesus,

a living,
powerful force, Stone.

No one is here
against their will.

Now you say
you want to see Amy? Fine.

They're at the beach now,

for tomorrow is
our baptismal day.

A day of glory for Jesus.

Now, then,
I warn you one thing, Stone.

When you speak with her,

walk in the peaceful path
of Jesus.

We will not tolerate
the blasphemy of violence.

And I tell you this as the
humble servant of the Lord.

That's a mighty humble car
you got there, Rev.

The Lord provides.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Take this child into thy bosom

and wipe away the stain of pain.

Give her salvation
and eternal life

in the spirit of the Father,
and the Son and the dove of peace,

amen.

I've been saved!

Everybody's gotta have Jesus
in his heart, man.

That's where it's at.

Look, look around you.

This is where it's happening.

The devil's out there.

He's out there
to eat your ass, man.

♪ He's got the wind and rain
In his hand ♪

♪ He's got the wind and rain
In his hand ♪

♪ He's got the whole world
In his hands... ♪

Hi.

Is my daughter down there?

Haven't spotted her yet.

What's going on there?

What are they doing?

Some sort of baptizing.

- Baptizing?
- Yeah.

Do you think
they're baptizing Amy?

I suppose
she's down there somewhere.

- Want to look for her?
- Yeah.

♪ He's got the whole world
In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world
In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world
In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world
In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world
In his hands ♪

♪ He's got you and me, brother
In his hands ♪

♪ He's got you and me, sister
In his hands ♪

♪ He's got you and me, brother
In his hands ♪

♪ He's got the whole world
In his hands ♪

Lord have mercy.
Stand up for Jesus.

Get up. Do you feel Jesus
in your heart?

Lord have mercy.

Stand up, brother.

Stand up.

Let me hear you say amen.

Hallelujah, children.
Oh, sweet Jesus.

I got you, Jesus.

I'm with you, Lord.
Lord have mercy.

That looks like her over there.

No, man, that's not the way.

We got to talk to
the leader first.

But it's my daughter.

Hey, we ain't going nowhere
if he sticks those freaks on me.

Follow me.

Brother Stone.

- Parson.
- Reverend.

Mr. Dole wants to see
his daughter.

What kind of a monster
are you anyway?

Look at this, this...

This what, Mr. Dole?

And what makes me a monster?

Bringing the love of Jesus
into the hearts of these lost souls?

They're like animals.

We're all animals, Mr. Dole.

The love of Jesus
is the only thing

that lifts us
above the level of the beast.

How do I talk to
this man, Stone?

Just tell the man you want
to talk to your daughter.

There's nothing stopping you,
Mr. Dole.

Amy's over there.

Look, do you believe in Jesus
at all?

I'm Jewish.

Groovy, so was he!

That was his problem.

I don't have that problem.

I'm not even orthodox.

But you do believe
there was a Jesus?

- All right, okay.
- It's history, right?

Right. Look,
I was just watching.

Okay, now you just suppose,
just suppose

that Jesus came down here
as a savior

and just suppose that

the people then made a mistake
and didn't believe.

Oh, even presidents
can make a mistake.

Wouldn't the believers have
as much right to be right

as the Pharisees
who turned their back on him?

I mean, they saw the light
but they wouldn't believe, man.

Their pride and their ego
wouldn't accept him.

And if you believe
and don't accept him,

you are as unhip as they are
and you are damned.

Listen, lady, don't you want to
save your soul?

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Well, then believe.
Believe in the living Jesus

who came on this earth
and died for you,

a holy Jesus who suffered for you.
- Amy!

Amy!

Amy

It's Dad.

You're not my father.

You're a liar.

Anyway, Jesus is my father.

I've come to take you home.

This is my home.

Now go away!

See what you did.
She was coming around.

Amy!

Mr. Dole.

My suggestion to you
is that you leave, quietly.

You've brainwashed her.

That's not the girl
I brought up.

You've done something to her.

Of course I have, Mr. Dole.

I gave her Jesus.

Why, you son of a...

Stop.

Where did I miss?

Where did I go wrong?

Whatever she wanted,
I worked my heart out to get it for her.

Yeah, well, maybe that's it.

All right, let's keep walking.

Amy.

I got a message for you.

Harry Chess is dead.

Hey. Hey, you.

Hey, you, stop!

What did you say about Chess?

I said he's dead.

You're a liar.

Chess is alive.
He's gonna meet me here today.

Yeah, well, then somebody's
gonna have to get him out of the morgue.

Where's the heroin, Amy?

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

Well, you're gonna have to
when the police get here.

They're on their way.

Chess confessed everything
before he died.

Look, I know you've got it, Amy.

Just tell me where it is.

They'll go
a hell of a lot easier on you.

It's... It's for...
It's for Jesus.

Chess said so.

We were gonna sell it
to help people.

Oh, come on, kid,
don't be stupid!

He used you to hide it.

Now he was gonna kill you
after he got rid of it.

Now come on, Amy,
give it to me!

You're a liar!

Chess loves me. He loves Jesus!

Amy!

Cops, man. Split, split!

Reverend Avery!

Amy!

Reverend Avery!

Reverend!

Oh!

Got you now, you little bitch.

Oh, my God.

No.

Stone!

Stone, don't!

Don't.

All right, go down
and pick him up.

Boy, are you stubborn.

Where's the stash?

Nice day for a swim, isn't it?

But suppose he couldn't swim?

Well, then, that'd be just one more
you won't have to lock up.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Come on, come on.

Cut for the street,
I'd say maybe half a million bucks.

Who the hell is Dole anyway?

Why'd you send him to me?

I sent him to you?

Is that what he told you?

Well, not exactly.

Well, well.

- I'm surprised to see you, Nick.
- Hello.

The boys must've been
really worried about California

if they had to send you
to clean it up.

California...

You're all freaks here.

Put him in the car.

Ciao, Nick.

You got a real big one, Stone.

Loans the syndicate's
dirty money

to people who can't get it
from banks.

Nick Massetti,
what do you know?

Well, that explains the tie-in
with Rollo and all the rest of 'em.

Hmm.

Once Massetti got
a lock on them,

he forced them
to push narcotics.

Ha.

Oh, yeah, you better pick up
Max Majors

and his girlfriend,
Diane Davis.

Mm-hmm.

- See you around, Bowen.
- Yeah.

Here you are, sir.

Do just fine.

Thank you.

♪ I know where we're going ♪

Hi, Stone.

♪ 'Cause I know
Where we've been ♪

♪ The door to love is open ♪

♪ Together we can walk
Right in ♪

♪ For all that we need
ls waiting for us ♪

♪ And we just
Might as well begin ♪

♪ I know where
Our love can take us, baby ♪

♪ 'Cause I know
Where we've been ♪