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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 ♪