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This is a letter, Ms. Morrison.

Mr. H. Hanley Halliday of Halliday Auto
Sales, Flemont, Texas.

The address is in the file.

Dear Mr. Halliday, in reference to the
twins, Gene and Joan Halliday, after

of painstaking investigation, I've
located your nieces, Gene and Joan, here

Manhattan.

The girls are working as waitresses at
the Chew and Sip Cafeteria on Lower

Broadway and are living at the Hotel
Escadrille on West 27th Street.

The Escadrille is a residential hotel
for young women run by an elderly woman

named Miss Teagarden. They're living in
a wholesome and safe environment.

As for the question of money, Mr.
Halliday, your niece's spending patterns

the past week suggest a moderate income
at best.

What a pile of shit.

I can't.

If I ever thought I was going to wind up
in something like this, I'd have thrown

that son of a bitch Halliday out the
minute he walked into my office.

I was sitting there, minding my own
business, listening to the rats do a

shoe behind the baseboard and wondering
where the rent on the soft shoes is

coming from.

Come in.

Howdy, son.

My name's Halliday.

H. Hanley Halliday.

My friends call me Hubie, but you can
call me Mr. Halliday.

That's a little joke, son.

What can I do for you, Mr. Halliday?

Why, uh...

I was looking for somebody, and I
thought maybe you could help me.

Oh, I got the picture right here.

There's Joan on the left and Gene on the
right.

No, that's Gene on the right and Joan on
the left.

Well, it don't matter now.

Here. They left home about five, six
days ago thereabouts. As soon as I

they was gone, I...

Well, I got me a seat on a big old bird
and come up to the big city to look for

him. So what do you need me for?

Well, you see, I don't want him to know
I'm looking.

If I was to run into him, they'd just go
someplace else. Because right now they

don't, well, not to give you a long
story, they don't approve of Uncle Hubie

right now.

According to the old man, they were
scandalized when they caught him getting

piece from his secretary.

You wanted me, Hubie?

Ooh, that's a big 10 -4, honeybunch.

You want me to take a letter or what?

What I want you to take is my dick.

That's what I like about working for
you, QB. You got real flash, you know?

You bragging or complaining?

Well, I sure as hell ain't complaining.
That's the thing.

Especially with benefits like old Bertie
here.

Right now, old Bertie no bigger than a
bar of soap after a hard week's washing.

Oh, but when you get that mouth of yours
going, I get hotter than a scorpion's

tail.

Pretty soon, old Freddie will be bigging
up the club of bar.

Oh, shut up, Hubie.

Polly, baby, I mean, you tired of the
mouse caught in the molasses barrel?

Oh, for Christ's sakes, Hubie, shut up
and fuck.

in the big, bad city, Mr. Halliday.

But is your peace of mind worth a
private detective?

It can be pretty expensive.

Like? Like $200 a day, plus expenses.

Now, you ain't the only gumshoe in the
book, sonny.

I don't think you're the most
experienced, neither, if I reckon

fact, you don't even look like a real
detective. You look more like one of

hippie types.

Mr. Halliday, in my business, I have to
blend into the background.

Most of my cases... or locating
runaways, and looking like this helps me

work.

I can go anywhere, and no one will give
me a second look.

This is New York, not slummy Texas.

The way I look is less conspicuous than
the way you dress, but all of that

probably doesn't make a difference,
because I'm probably the only private

investigator who'd even consider taking
your case.

Aren't I?

You don't expect me to think you came
here first, did you?

Now, why don't you tell me the whole
story?

Well... You see, after they go on, close
to $150 ,000 is missing from the safe

in my office. Now, I suppose it's my own
fault for keeping that much cash on

hand, but I don't know who took it. Now,
Mayula May, that's my little

woman, she figures the twins took it.

So you don't believe her?

Well, I don't know what to believe.

Mayula May, she raised them, killer.

It was her idea that she'd work in a
store in the first place.

You see...

The little woman is what you might call
something of a prude.

She raised them girls to think that
everything's a sin, so how could they

possibly steal? For me, no less.

Needless to say, the little woman
doesn't know anything about you. Well,

can't live like you, LeMay. Shit, I'm a
normal red -blooded American good old

boy.

I like to have me a little nookie now
and then.

So that's why you don't want to go to
the police about the missing money or

insurance people, because that means an
investigation.

Close to home. And that ups the chances
of you, LeMay, finding out about how

much of a good old boy you really are.
Yeah, I see you and me. We're going to

get along right fine.

There's a thousand dollars.

Cash.

What, are we enough to get you started,
huh?

I think so.

Lots more where that came from, sonny.

You see, every time a cherry pops at
Flemish High School, it's because I done

sold some boy's daddy a brand new car.

That's a joke that I say that's a joke I
was on the case the hopeless one at

that no lead

The kind of bread that dumb fuck was
laying on me.

I'd have been a fool to turn him down.
So I started looking.

I ran into this guy who remembered them.
I saw them come in at Port Authority.

They were looking for a cheap place to
stay, and he sent them to the Hotel

Escadrille. Only it wasn't quite like
the way I'm going to tell Halliday it

A run -down flea bag.

The girls decided to leave the Hotel
Escadrille, and the night clerk tried to

seal them up behind the coke machine in
the lobby.

Not before I tracked them down.

The night clerk let me peek in on them
through the keyhole in the door to the

adjoining room.

He was only too happy to get back at
them for not putting out.

Fifteen dollars?

That would be the price.

What are you saying?

We can't afford to be fasting.

Well, we ain't got a job and haven't got
much money left.

Well, the cops didn't ask if it was
okay.

Well, it's got a co -wishing there in
the lobby. I ain't going.

Dispossessed? I beg your pardon?

No, we're from Texas.

And you just got into town, right?

How'd you know?

I was in town once myself.

Tell you what.

You girls mind if I help you with those
bags?

What harm can I do? Look, I got a
wounded paw.

You really want to go out there now at
this hour, do you?

Well, we... Tell you what.

Why don't you girls stay here?

You've been awfully kind.

Well, maybe just for tonight.

Like I said, you can stay here as long
as you like.

But Travis, he's my roommate.

Travis and I can, you know, we can use
the company.

Well, we don't have any rent money and
we have no place to stay.

You don't have to worry about rent
money.

We'll work it out somehow, okay?

You must think you're something special.

Baby, you don't know the half of it.

No? Nope.

Half is about that big.

Wow, that's great.

Fantastic.

Can I have some of that?

Really? Come on, baby.

It's your turn.

He's cool.

Talk about green.

Hey, Travis.

Hi. Hey, I'd like you to meet Joan
and... I'm Joan.

Joan and Gene.

Hey, they're going to stay with us for a
while.

Really?

See, man, you were in here, you know, so
I took the liberty to ask him this

thing. Oh, we rehearsed really late, so
I... Jesus, dude, can we talk about this

later? Hey.

We're here.

Why don't you stay for a while?

Go on.

Oh.

Yes, Mr. Gilbert.

Well, it's 5 .15, Gloria.

Yes, Mr. Gilbert.

Bunny?

Gloria. Hi. Can you have it for me?

Sure.

Thanks, Bunny.

Okay. If anybody asks for you, just say
you're all set up.

You're incorrigible.

Have you finished typing our letters to
the members?

No, sir.

Well, did you at least return Mr.
Leindecker's call?

No, sir. Well, what about my flowcharts
for the reorganizational meeting on

Monday? No, sir, I didn't... Time?

You've been a bad girl, Gloria.

You'll have to be punished.

Yes, sir.

Oh, no

Is Mr. Gilbert in?

No, he's still just warming up.

He's what?

Never mind.

Where's Gloria?

She's in conference at the moment.

Oh, it's okay. Look, we're just going to
go in there. Look, you just tell them

that Duke Fowler is here to see him,
okay?

Wait, you can't go in there. Oh, that's
okay. Look, we used to bowl together.

I got you back, huh?

I'm working at fucking Char Women.

Jumping in holiday, I never thought I'd
hear them words come out of your mouth.

After what's been going on in my concept
today, what do you care what's coming

out of my mouth?

Well, it's work, ain't it?

Cleaning up after a bunch of fat old
women at a health club.

You call this work?

What the hell did you drag me to this
suck -ass town in New York for anyway? I

thought we were going to be high
-fashion moms or something.

Like you said, when we were little kids,
that's what you wanted to do.

I can't be a model. You have to go to
school or something for it. Sure, we're

going to get a lot of training here. All
you want to do is get lame on that

Steve Woodson thing. That's all you care
about.

Joni Ann, honestly.

Don't give me that Joni Ann shit. You're
just a whore and a bitch like everybody

else. Am not.

Anyway, we're the only ones here.

Besides, this is the women's shower
room, and we are all women here.

Do you come here often?

No, but I just might start to speak to
the bars.

Say, you know, you've got nice tits,
honey.

Small but nice.

Do you ever make it with a woman?

You don't be here on the bus, either, do
you? There'll be plenty of time for

that later, if that's what you're into.

Fucking, sucking, threesome, foursome,
gaysome.

Short of whips and chains or fucking
dogs, there wasn't much the girls hadn't

tried. By now, they were ready for just
about anything. And anything was ready

and waiting for them.

Lots of people do. You did too, didn't
you?

First time I came in here, you thought I
was, you know, one of them, didn't you?

Well, that's okay. We're like interior
decorators. I mean, lots of male miles

are. You know, it's a common mistake. I
have to deal with it all the time.

But I like to work. The money's good.

I've got a good body, a good -looking
face, so why not make some money off it?

Look, it's better than being a writer,
you know? And even as a writer, I had

that same problem, too.

People thought I was, you know, even
then.

At least as a model, I've come to expect
it.

And even with it, you know, people treat
me better as a model.

Like when I was a writer, I once wrote
this screenplay. This porn producer had

the money for a straight film. It was
going to star David Bowie.

So I wrote this cute story.

David Bowie is the leader of a
homosexual alien race that comes to

poses as a street gang and spends the
rest of the picture stabbing each other.

Cute story, right?

I called it Gay Blades, so my friends
read it, and they said it would go right

over this producer's head. They had
about as much sophistication as a

Kool -Aid.

And at any rate, he read it, and from
the subject matter, he thought I was,

know, too.

So the first thing he does is he changes
the title to Killer Homos from Outer

Space. And right then and there, I knew
that everything I'd hear about the guy

was true.

What a stupid way to make a living.

Well, I mean, we're making some money on
our own. I mean, as much as we like

Duke and Travis, we're making money on
our own. We can get a place to stay now.

Don't go making any fast plans, sister.
Not unless you want to stay here for the

rest of your lives. You know, this isn't
exactly high fashion.

You haven't given up on that modeling
shit, have you? Of course not. But, I

mean, you must like sleeping with Duke
and Travis an awful lot.

Fuck off.

Well, I don't want to seem too
ungrateful. I mean, you did get us the

It's our favor.

Oh, excuse me. I've got to go to the
little girl's room.

Hey, fool, where are you going? That's
the men's locker room.

So I like modeling better.

I'm done.

Oh, I'm so relaxed.

I think I'll just lie here a while.

but aren't you a girl?

Uh, yeah, that's okay. You've got a
towel on.

Oh, that's a good body. I don't mind.
What do you want?

Shoot. Didn't you say you were a male
model?

Yes, but I'm not, uh... Yeah, I know,
but that doesn't make any difference.

Uh, how'd you get to be a model?

Gene, where are you?

So you want a model, huh?

You've come to the right guy, honey.

See, I can get you started.

How's that?

Come with me to a shoot later this week.

Thursday. I'll introduce you to the
photographer and everything.

And if he likes you, maybe he'll use
you.

If you got what it takes.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

Well, how well do you give head?

I beg your pardon?

Give head. You know, suck cock.

Cop a joint.

Blow.

Job. Oh, that.

Well, there's this boy that I used to go
with, and he said I did it to him

better that way than, you know, the...

But do you have to do that to be a good
model?

Well, not me. I'm not, you know.

But most of the girls, sure, that's how
they get jobs. Blowing photographers.

Why do you think they have such high
cheekbones?

That's a joke.

Oh, forget it.

Well? Well what?

Why don't you... Do I have to spell it
out?

How am I supposed to know if you have
what it takes?

I'm looking for someone. She's lost.
She's new here. It's my identical twin

sister. Have you seen her?

Well, what does she look like?

is up to do this?

Positive. All of them.

Well, I don't want to be just any old
model. I want to be an industrial thief.

So?

So?

I'll show you I've got more than what it
takes.

It's a fashion layout. Ever hear of BAM
Magazine?

It's a work clothes layout for them.

We're shooting at Saw Focus Lens Studio.

I'll give you the address. Meet me there
Thursday at 3.

Am I twin sister Joan, too? Sure. Bring
your twin sister, too. If it acts like

that, great. Fantastic.

Good. The twins were nothing if not
fortunate.

Of course, a newfound willingness to
fuck at the drop of a zipper hastened

progress. They'd been in the city less
than a week and already it seemed as if

they were on their way to a lucrative
career.

It was only one problem.

They still weren't making enough to
afford a place of their own. We can't

on the money we're making here.

But you can't demand a raise after four
days on a job. It just isn't done.

Look, you two.

I took you on as a favor to Duke.

I created two jobs out of whole cloth
for you.

Positions you don't even feel well, I
might add.

Well, maybe there's something else.

Some other thing we're better at.

You're fired. Get out. Get out of here.

I don't want to see you when I get out
of this pool. Understood?

Well, here's another fine mess you got
us into.

Now what are we going to do?

Well, I don't know. I hope the modeling
guy's serious about introducing us to

relatives out for just free pussy.

Free pussy.

I've got an idea. I think we can get our
jobs done for Mr. Gilbert.

Come on, get out of those clothes.

What the hell are you doing?

Come on, just get out of the clothes.

you think you're doing? Oh, hi there.

6 .30, asshole.

Were you or weren't you going to meet me
at La Pavilion at 5?

Oh, shit, honey.

I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

I had so much work on my desk today,
I... Bullshit.

I know why you forgot.

You were too busy with your 5 o 'clock
session with Miss Restraining's draft

1978 to think about your wife.

Hey, I thought we had an understanding.

And we do.

I'm not going to let you come at me with
the prop list for the story about...

If you have to have that, if that's what
gets you off, well, then you can tie up

that little dipshit secretary of yours
and fuck her till the gangrene sets in

for all I care.

Oh, but Julia, darling.

If I am going to be that tolerant of
your kinks, the least you could do in

return is put away those rubber corsets
once in a while and give me a little

attention instead of making me sit alone
for an hour at a table by the door, no

less.

I came here thinking something happened
to you, and what do I find?

Mark Spitz.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I forgot.

Anyway, they're leather corsets.

What?

Leather corsets, not rubber.

Leather. Oh, fuck you.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.

Forgiven? Maybe.

Only maybe.

You looked so funny when I pushed you
in.

You should have seen your face when your
dress ripped.

Good dress, too.

Oh, I don't know.

I think it looks much nicer now.

Much nicer.

Come on.

Why don't we go dry off and have some
fun?

Bye. Bye.

fucking the boss, the twins got their
jobs back at double the previous salary.

They agreed to throw in a little
overtime, too, with Julia's consent,

seems the girls agreed that they could
get into being tied up at the office, or

at least trying it out.

It's a good thing they did, too.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able

move. And if they hadn't been able to
move, they wouldn't have run into Holly

the street the following day.

Joan! Jean!

Holly! What are you doing here?

Uh, I'm on vacation. I just stopped in
the New York... see some friends before

go to Europe tomorrow.

You know, your uncle's looking for you.
You're kidding.

He hired a private detective to try to
find you. He doesn't want you to know

he's looking for you. You ain't got to
tell me sauce, are you? No, are you

kidding me?

Would I be telling you this now if I was
going to tell him? Well, anyway, I've

got to get going to my hotel now. See
you later.

Well, Holly, wait. Why don't you stay
with us?

I don't know.

we'll probably be moving out tonight
anyway.

Well, it really ain't our place to stay,
Gene.

I'm sure Duke and Travis will like
Holly.

Hi. Speak of the devil.

Duke Fowler, Holly Noly.

Well, hello.

Hello, yourself.

Hey, safe for dinner? I make the best
fondue in town.

I actually do.

Holly wants more than... Hey, you must
be awfully hungry.

Tell me, how was your ride in here?

What did you know?

Oh, I was once new in town myself.

You're a really cute guy.

I? You don't know the half of it.

Yes, things would have worked out very
different if it hadn't been for Holly.

Jesus Christ, I feel like a G .I. Joe
doll.

Well, I wouldn't be a bit surprised. I
mean, your joint's certainly stiff

enough. You want a fork?

I beg your pardon?

You know I gave all that up.

I'm so straight now, I even drink orange
juice. The pitchfork.

But look at the way you're sitting on
it. My goodness, I exist normally.

Christ, Duncan, you can be such a bore
sometimes.

I like that. I'm a bore.

You'll never get to Atlantic City, Mary.

For what I'm paying you, I mean, you
could make an effort to rouse yourself

Catatonia. This what you're looking for?
Oh, yeah. Oh, thank you.

Oh, whoa. Sit me down, big fella.

Oh, I would like to see the farmer in
this ad as opposed to Roberto Rigamortis

over here. Duncan, you promised.

Oh, hush up, Donnie.

You'll get paid. We'll make you the
scarecrow.

Sorry, Mr. Upstop. I have to leave soon.
I just came to watch my friend. Oh,

whatever's fair.

Okay, what's the waiting order?

Oh, not yet, not yet.

Actors, actors.

Haven't you ever modeled for print work
before?

No. Well, you're not in this one. You're
in the, uh, cattle baron layout.

Cattle baron? I look more like a steer.

Oh, long -horned at that.

Oh, my.

Who's that flammer?

Oh, that's Duncan, uh, Epstaff. He's the
famous photographer.

Well, I gathered he wasn't a plumber.

A rote -a -rooter man, maybe, but...
Well, Don hasn't introduced us yet, but

sure we'll all love each other. Well,
we'll be good friends anyway.

Oh, he's not really a... It's just his
image.

Oh, shit!

And double shit! I forgot the naked
lady.

The what?

The naked lady, stupid!

I mean, you can't shoot a spread for one
of these butch mags, fashion or

otherwise, without a naked lady.

What about my friends?

Oh. Oh.

It's a strip -a -boo civil play.

Oh, Mr.

Astor, thank you. Our big chance.

What have I done?

Mon dieu.

Okay, come on, girls.

Oh, come on, darling.

Stand up, will you?

Breaking and bailing is supposed to be
functioning.

Now, come on, girls. Lie down either
side of him. Oh, chicks and ass fits and

ass. That's it. Put your hands on his
thighs.

Grope him. Just make like it's another
roll in the hay, which is incidentally

what you're bailing, Donnie. Keep
groping him, girls. That's it. Oh, oh.

Lovely, lovely.

Oh, wonderful.

Now, come on. Take the shirt off,
Donnie. Off. Take the whole thing off.

marvelous. Just throw it down there.
That's beautiful.

Go ahead.

Continue bailing.

I want to feel the testosterone in the
air.

Okay, okay.

Beautiful. Oh, hang loose, my kindreds.
Reload time.

Uh, you can let go now.

Oh, Don, thank you for giving us a
chance and for traveling too.

All right. Oh, my heavens.

What is this?

I know what this is.

Come on, now. Boys and girls, play nice.

Stop it now. We have work to do.

Stop it.

Oh.

Well,

the rent doesn't pay me what I'm worth
anyway.

Oh, my first organ.

We had so much fun.

Oh, listen, don't run away. Don't run
away now.

Oh, no, the fun's just starting. None of
this fabulous swing club, the Wall

Street area midnight interlude.

Oh, but there's four of us boys and only
two girls.

Oh, never mind.

I know the owner. We'll all get in
anyway.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Finally, I followed the girl to Midnight
Interlude.

I had spent the previous day doing some
talking to Holly, and I decided that I

was not going to tell Holiday where his
nieces were.

But not only that... I was going to make
myself a very rich man to boot.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The note said that I'd broken into their
apartment and stolen something.

If they wanted to claim it, they'd have
come here to my apartment tonight.

So now I'm a candidate for a breaking
and entering rap.

Shit, I'm in deeper than that. Ah, what
the hell.

So to conclude, Mr. Halliday, your
nieces are leading a quiet, uneventful

here in Manhattan.

Not much different from the way Mrs.
Halliday raised them, and from what you

told me is true.

The spending patterns indicate...

No substantial income, no bank account,
and no assets of any kind from what I

can determine.

It surely leads me to conclude that they
are not the guilty party in the

embezzlement.

And a personal observation, Mr.
Halliday, I don't think your nieces are

enough to rip off $150 ,000.

Enclosed is my bill and expense account.

I'm here with yours, Beau Murdoch, for
the Murdoch Detective Agency.

Come on in.

Can I get you something?

Cut the crap. Who are you, and what did
you take from our apartment?

My name's Bo Murdock. I'm a private
detective, and your uncle hired me to

you and your sister. You must have been
spying on us, peeping on us, and must

have seen everything.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry. It's nothing
personal.

It's just a job.

Then you ought to know we like it here,
and we're not about to go back to

Flummox. I think your uncle will accept
that, but that's not why I contacted

you.

Ordinarily, I would have tailed you and
filed a report.

You would have never known I was
checking up on you, much less ever

I thought that was pretty strange.

Well, it's the business of the missing
money. What money?

$150 ,000 stolen from your uncle's safe
right after you disappeared.

We didn't. I know. That's why I asked
you here. Have you been home yet? We

been home for about two days.

And you don't know that this is missing.

Our suitcase?

What are you doing with our suitcase?
And all our clothes, for Christ's sake.

Clothes? Take a look.

Money?

Uncle Hugh's money?

Well, about 130 ,000 of it. I had to
give Holly 20 grand.

Holly?

Please, sit down. Let me explain.

This is Holly's suitcase.

She had it with her when she arrived.

You didn't realize it, but you switched
suitcases on her when you moved out of

Duke's apartment.

You mean with Holly?

Exactly. After you left Flummox, she
thought it would be a perfect time to

her hand into the till, figuring you'd
be blamed.

Her vacation to Europe was going to be
permanent.

What's going to happen to her? I caught
up to her just about the time she was

going to open what she thought was her
suitcase.

She found three baby doll pajamas, a
teddy bear, and a collection of Waylon

Jennings albums.

I promised her 20 grand if she'd get on
that plane to France and keep her mouth

shut.

And she just did it? She had no choice.

I knew she'd rip your uncle off, and I
could have blown the whistle on her.

But now they'll never believe that we
didn't do it.

Now if we return it, we'll be arrested
because you, you stupid shit, gave her

$20 ,000.

But... 130 grand can buy an awful lot of
dissidents from Fleming, Texas.

What do you want out of this?

A piece of the action.

A cat?

All we want is a piece of the action.
And believe me, you'll enjoy it. We

guarantee it. We?

Me and my partner. You haven't met him
yet. My partner is my brother, Joe

Murdock.

Hi.

Interested?

Identical, just like us.

Right. They're kind of cute, aren't
they?

Fellas, we've just met our match.

Girl, you don't know the half of it.