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[gunshots]

MAID: Mister Alfred?

Mister Alfred?

Mister Alfred?

MICHAEL: What do you want?

PAUL: I'm here [inaudible] wecan't come up with anything.

I just thought that it's really counterproductive

to do something about this.Let's work.

CLARA: Well, I think youbetter come up with a solution.

Don't you?

[interposing voices]

All right, all right, all right, all right.

Look, Peter Alfred was a great designer

and a great friend of ours.

As his friends, we can beallowed the shock and horror

caused by his murder last week.

But as his business partners, asthe Alexander Building's board

of directors, you know as well as I we've got

to deal with the consequences.

That's what we've been tryingto do for the past three hours.

No it isn't, Paul.

All we're doing is complaining.

The police don't have anyleads, business is down,

we're frightened.

There's nothing else we can do, Michael.

Yes, there is.

We can hire a private detective.

Private detective.

You're kidding.

We can't afford tohire a private detective.

We can't afford not to.

The Alex is on the verge of going under.

Your business isn't doingany better than the one Paul

and I had with Peter.

This season is just gettingunder way, give him a break.

That's just it.

We're coming up on the mostimportant week of the year.

We're going to be representedat openings all over town.

The fashion convention is next weekend.

People are going to be talkingabout us one way or another.

If we don't get this murder cleared up,

and we're all out ofbusiness and back to thinking

of rhymes for greeting cards.

Oh, cut-- you know, you--

you're crazy.

No guy in a Hawaiian shirtand a can of macadamia nuts

is going to solve our problems.

Forget Hawaiian shirts, we need--

we need black leather.

We need young, we need hip, we need--

We need someone like us.

Yeah, only with a gun.

Do you really think there'ssomeone out there like that?

There's gotta be.

Yeah.

Who?

[MUSIC - BILLY IDOL, "HOT IN THE CITY"]

I feel a beat on the streettonight, the lights are right

and it feels all right tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready, tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and it feels so right.

Hot!

Can I get you something?

No, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

You got a nice place here.- Thanks.

I always liked it.

I want to thank you for coming over here, giving

us a chance to meet with you.

I hope you understand.

Sure, kind of like a test drive.

Well, we feel this to be aparticularly sensitive case.

Murder usually is.

Excuse me, but, do you knowanything about this area?

The galleries, the design centers,

the people that own them?

I spent some time down here.

Not buying clothing.

You got a problem with that?

Huh?

No, no, please.

It's just that the Alex, the community around it,

is very insular.

That's why I think we're justdrawing attention to ourselves

by bringing just anyone in.Nothing personal.

Boys, listen.

I thought we agreed to do something about this.

Look, Mr. Booker.

Dennis.

Bottom line is, we lost a friend of ours,

and we are in danger of losing our business.

It's a little difficult torent out space in a building

where an unsolved murder has occurred.

And there is one other problem.

Our cooperative here at theAlex is still relatively new--

still establishing itself.

What they're trying to say is that we're broke.

You want me to do this for free?

No, no.

What I mean is, I think we canscrape enough together to cover

your expenses, and we'd manageto get the local businesses--

patrons of the arts in the city--

to put up a reward.

$20,000.

Provided you get there first.

Wait a minute.

You posted a reward?

That means every wacko in this town

is going to try to get in my way.

We really do need your help.

Mr. Booker.

None of us wanted to come here, since--

The cops really run through this place, huh?

Not much to go on.

I was afraid that.

What was taken?

His watch and wallet.

Personal stuff.

If all they wanted was awallet and a watch, I mean,

it's much easier to do that onthe street than it is up here.

[beeping]

Oh, God.

What's that?

Oh, that's, uh--

Peter's electronic calendar.

He used it for important dates and appointments.

He used to joke about how he couldn't even

remember his own name without that thing.

Well, he missed this appointment.

The day Peter Alfred is murdered.

Hotel Royale, room 1411.

Does that mean anything to any of you?

[knocking]

Mr. Thornton.

Mr. Thornton.

[laughs]

OK if I clean your room now?

No thanks, but you can let me in.

Sure thing.

Although, I don't know if it would be safe

for me to go in there with you.

[laughs]

Have we ever met before?

Not personally, no, but I've heard of you.

Oh, yeah.

You're a legend around here, Mr. Thornton.

A real ladies man.

They all talk about you.

You're also supposed tobe the best tips in town.

Oh.

There you go.

Wait-- oh.

That's the other one. [laughs]

Just let me know when you need anything else.

OK.

See you.

Bye.

Great.

Peter Alfred, huh?

[door opens]

[gun clicks]

[cracking]

[screams]

Suzanne!

[laughs] Got you, Dennis.

Put it down.

Stop it.

What are you--

Here you go.

Thanks.

Have a nice day.

So how much does it taketo bribe a skirt these days?

You tell me.

Is that any way to talk to your partner?

Partner?

Partner.

What are you talking about?

You tell me.

What were you doing in the hotel room?

Same thing you were.

Trying to find the guywho murdered Peter Alfred.

Oh, wait a minute.

Don't tell me, don't tell me.- Yeah.

$20,000 smackers, bucko, andthat's a lot of Pop Tarts.

Oh, so you saw the reward notice.

Oh, something like that.

Get over here.

All right, Clara is a friend of mine.

OK?

She told me about the reward money,

and she told me about you.

I just thought, maybe I'd get lucky.

So, ain't it about time we compared

notes on our case, partner?

How did you get the key to the hotel?

May let me in.

How did you find the hotel?

I followed you from the Alex.

Oh, wait.

So you're going to--

you're going to solve thecase, collect the reward,

by following me.

Right?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but when Suzanne told me

she was your apprentice, I just thought--

Apprentice?

What did I tell you?

Every wacko in town.

What's this?

Do I look like the type of guy who would teach

someone to use a squirt gun?

Huh?

You know, these things should be illegal.

Careful with that, man!

It's a rental.

Well, I guess your investigation

hasn't been exactly fruitful.

No, as a matter of fact, it has.

I need your help.

Roger Thornton has a room with the Royale,

paid for a week in advance with cash.

That's where I found PeterAlfred's wallet and watch.

It must be the murderer.

Exactly.

He's not at the hotel.

I'm having my company runhistories and every Roger

Thornton they can find, but so far they haven't

been able to narrow it down.

Do you think that maybehe's a professional killer?

Could be.

Hit men don't rent rooms for a week, OK?

They do if they get a good rate.

Dennis. Dennis.

What?

I still think we'll make a great team.

Suzanne, you know the firstthing about this kind of work.

I do too.

No you don't.

I learned from the master.

Basic training in handcuffsand exploding motel rooms.

Yeah, right.

Dennis, come on.

I can help you.

Yeah? How?

Well, look at me, look how I'm dressed.

I'm a clothes maven.

Huh?

I can talk to these people.

I know why you're upset. - Why?

Why?

Because you're just afraidfor my safety with a killer

running around on the loose.

No, I'm afraid for my safety with you

running around on the loose.

Look, you just shouldn't be in on this.

That's all. It's about-- you know.

We had fun the last time.

Yeah, we did, didn't we?

You remember that time whenI picked you up in that club?

Hey, man!

You can't do that in here!

You were running from a million dollar bail.

Of course I was.

People were trying to kill me.

Yeah, no wonder.

[screams] Let me go!

Dammit!

Would you calm down?

There's nothing you can do about it, all right?

OK, you got me.

Now what are you going to do with me?

I want to keep you safe so Ican fly you back to your trial.

That's it?

No police brutality?

No sexual favors?

I hadn't planned on it.

Get down!

[screaming]

But we got to go to exotic places

and meet exciting people.

You folks newlyweds or something?

Actually, I'm a sex slave.

Have any rooms with four-poster beds?

You know, something he could attach me to?

I just want a room.

I don't even care if it has a bed.

We'll try not to make too much noise.

We should let them find us and kill us.

What are you doing?

Trying to undress.

It's not very easy when youwearing handcuffs, though.

I'm trying to take a shower.

You think these are going to rust?

That's when I really felt for you.

Luckily, I was there to catch you.

[screams]

Going somewhere?

What are you doing here, man?

Thought you might want a towel.

What are you, psychic?

If I leave these off, you promise not to run?

Why would I want to learn from you, Dennis?

Huh?

You got a great car.

Every time you send out for room service,

the results are spectacular.

You let me wear your coat.

Great.

Dennis, I don't want to run from you.

I'm falling in love.

You really knew how to show a girl a good time.

We're going to die, aren't we?

Come here.

Come here.

Don't worry, OK?

We're going to make it.

We'll figure something out.

Yeah, but sometimes I wonder why didn't--

never mind.

Well, I gotta go. I gotta go.

Yeah, I got to go too, man.

All right, well, listen.

Uh, I'd give you a lift, but--- No, no.

I just-- I can take a cab.

All right, well, I'll get you one.

- All right. - All right?

All right? - Do the man thing.

Yeah, I will.

[whistles]

[car honks]

[whistles]

[tires screech]

My keys.

Careful with these, I justhad them made, all right?

Sure thing.

[car door closes, engine revs]

Be careful.

Roger Thorton hasn't shown up yet, huh?

No.

But he, well, always does.

You know what he looks like?

Sure.

Big dude.

Bigger than you.

Dark, curly hair, you can't miss him.

Good.

Thanks.

Oh, hey, I need your name.

Oh, yeah.

Uh, Smith.

There is.

Thanks.

So, do you know a guy named Roger Thornton?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Yeah, who doesn't?

Short guy, bald.

Dennis!

I was trying to get in touch with you.

You know I hate going to theseopening things by myself.

You mind telling me how you found out about it?

Oh, I found your keys in my pocket.

I don't know how it got there, it just--

You saw the invite inthe hotel room, didn't you?

Then you stole my keys.

Every time I turnaround, you're in my way.

In my way.

Listen, Roger Thorton is coming here, all right?

Look at me.

A murderer.

I want you out of here. - Why?

So you can keep all the money for yourself?

Oh, come on, Suzanne. It's--

Uh-uh. No.

- It's not about the money.- Oh, it's not about the money.

No, it's not about the money.

Because-- because you're getting paid.

Yeah, but not enough.

Dennis, I can help you, all right?

Look, these are my people.

What-- what--

Gandhi?

Huh?

I can talk to them.

Listen to me.

Let's make a deal, all right?

We'll work on this thing together, OK?

And we just split the money.

No.

No?

No.

No.

I'm not leaving.

This is not open for negotiation.

Yeah.

- All right, be cool. - Why?

- There he is. - Who?

Thorton.

Sike.

[laughs]

OK.

Why don't you walk aroundand see if you find out what

Thornton looks like, all right?

At least we'll know what we're looking for.

Got it, partner.

Yeah, see you.

Thorton, where is he?

You got me.

You said you knew what he looked like.

Nobody likes to admit they don't know someone

at one of these parties.

He must have just come in.

Roger Thorton, you gave him his tag.

Uh-- I think he left right after he got here,

with some lady.

Suzanne!

I need my keys.

I just came to your wife.

My wife?

My wife.

[car honking, tires screeching]

Please, make her believe me.

I just took the name tag soI could get into the party.

What?

Please.

Look, look.

Here's my ID.

Don't believe him, Dennis.

He's a pathological liar.

Yeah, and you should know, huh?

Get the cuffs off from.

Come on, Dennis.

Maybe they'll give us 10 grand just 'cause he's

got the right name tag on him.

Forget about it, Suzanne.

He is my prisoner, and I am keeping him.

[car tires screeching]

Look out!

[gunshots]

[car tires screeching]

Are you OK?

I promise I'll never crashanother party in my life.

Oh, so you were going to lie to the police?

Oh, like you never had.

I forgot how easy lying was for you.

What is that supposed to mean?

You lied to me when you said he had

no information about Thorton.

You also lied to me whenyou said you want to split

the reward and work together.

Remember that?

OK, so I got a bad track record.

You going to hold that against me?

Yeah, I am.

There's a murderer walking around

right now, because every time I get close to him,

you get in my way.

Oh, so you're saying thatI'm foolish and useless

and pretty much incompetentat anything I try to do.

That's right.

Suzanne, I didn't mean it--

Forget it!

You know, you're the firstperson who treated me like

I can actually do something.

Then why did you lie to me and try to run off

with Thorton by yourself, huh?

Newsflash, Dennis.

My life sucks.

I'm doing this to give myself a new chance.

Haven't you ever needed to start over?

All right, we'll work together.

We play by my rules, all right?

And I make all the decisions.

Look, at me, read my lips.

I make all the decisions.- All the decisions.

[laughs] - Don't do that.

OK? - All right.

OK?

- I promise-- no, I promise.- All right.

You can do everything.

All right.

So what are we going to do first?

We're gonna stakeout, OK?

Right.

Dennis, I'm sure it was room 1411.

No kidding.

What, we're going to hide in the closet?

That's why I got the room next door.

After you. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Whoa.

I could live here.

Mm-hmm.

Movies!

Dennis, look at all this free stuff.

Nuts, candy, cocktails.

Toshima spike mic.

Ooh.

Whatever gets said in there get heard in here.

When you're older-- well, no.

Actually, it's 11 months and three days.

So who's counting?

Dennis you don't know my sister.

She's smarter than me.

She's funnier than me.

She-- don't tell anybody I said this, all right?

Mm-hmm?

She's prettier than me.

I don't believe that.

[scoffs]

What's that mean?

Pity compliments.

My favorite.

Suzanne, why are you so hard on yourself?

Because nothing I do is better than her.

She's got this great life.

She got money, she got clothes.

She gets all the great guys.

Nothing ever works out for me, man.

It's like, I get to the end of the line,

there's nothing there.

Well, maybe you've beenlooking for the wrong thing.

I pretty much hit bottomwhen I turned in my badge.

The only time I ever feltsafe was when I was a cop.

Don't you got that backwards?

No.

I never had anyone to lookup to when I was a kid.

My dad, I mean, he split when I was 8.

And my mother, well, shewas so busy trying to keep

things together, you know?

Yeah, it happens.

Well, anyway, I saw this movie.

And Al Pacino was playinga cop, and everything bad

has gone down around him.

Everything.

His neighborhood was a war zone, his--

his family was all gone, hisfriends had all gone bad.

I mean, with all this badstuff going on around him,

Al never lost it, you know?

I mean, he could've gone over to the other side.

He could have sold out, but he didn't.

He remained good.

You gotta respect a man for that, you know?

Hey, you want to dance?

- What? - Dance.

You know, dance.

Dance.

Yeah, I know dance.

Like, I step on yourfeet, you step on my feet.

Come on.

It's a good song.

Yeah, it is a good song.

You know, Dennis, if you werethis romantic on our last date,

maybe I would've called you back.

I thought I was romantic.

No, that's where you're wrong.

See, you did maybe thinkyou were being romantic--

Shut up.

- What?- I'm tired of your mouth.

[phone ringing]

Uh, hello?

[coughs] Yeah, uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

OK, thanks.

What?

That was the concierge.

Thorton and had a redTrans Am parked out front.

He just asked the attendanthow to get to Viking Lake.

SUZANNE: You know what, Ithink I'll take all my money

and get me a car.

Did you know you can drive all the way

to South America from here?

Yeah, if you can afford the gas.

[sighs] Right.

You need stuff like that, don't you?

You need gas andinsurance and fuzzy dice.

Forget it, man.

I ain't going to get me a car.

I'm going-- I'm going to get all the money,

and get it in singles, andjust roll around in it.

Naked.

Alone?

Well, if you brought your half,

we can have twice as much fun, huh?

BOOKER: Maybe we missed him.

No, no, no, no, no.

I can feel him, man.

I can feel his presence, he is close by.

I am gifted!

Yes!

Yes!

[engine revving]

- Faster! - I can't!

We'll lose him!

We'll die!

He's getting away, Dennis!

In case you haven't noticed,the guys in this red Trans Am.

We're in this 20-year-old car.

Well, you'll just haveto drive better than him,

won't you? - I am!

Why do you think we're still alive?

Look out!

Toshima, huh?

Yeah, investigative unit.I was--

Yeah, I bought my wife a Toshima microwave

last Christmas.

Excellent choice.

Cooked the turkey with it.

The damn thing exploded.

Sorry to hear about that.

Look, Sheriff Lobo.

You can't keep us here once we checked out.

Darlin', if I'm still investigating a death,

I can keep you here as long as I want.

What do you mean if?

No one died in that car, Mister.

There was no body.

From the looks of things, I'dsay it was torched on purpose.

Thanks.

[sighs]

So you think Thorton really exists, huh?

I don't know what to think.

Something's not right here.

Oh, watch this.

I used to do this all thetime when I was a kid.

All the time.

It's all the thumb.

Watch, watch.

[laughs] Little Dennis must have

been doing a lot of walking.

You know what, man, you're a fraud.

- Why?- You're just as dumb as me.

You just know how to create a smarter image.

- That's it. - I know, man.

I'm a people person.

I know about stuff like that.

No, no, no, no, no.

Thornton.

Maybe it's just an image, a fraud.

What?

We've never really met the guy, right?

I was in his hotel room.

I know you were in his hotelroom, but he never showed up.

Well, what about thenametag at the party, huh?

And everybody we talked to knew him.

Fashion victims, man.

If the guy sounds important,of course you're going to say,

yeah, I know the guy.

You know the type.

You are trying to tell methat we are chasing around a guy

that don't even exist?

It's a possibility.

Well, so is Elvis at the Kmart, baby,

but I'm not going tochange my shopping habits.

Someone's been jerking our chain, man.

Now, who would gain the mostfrom Peter Alfred's death?

Who?

- His partners. - Of course.

It's Paul. - Michael.

Michael?

Paul?

No, listen, Paul is the only guy who didn't

want a detective on this case.

No, it was Michael.

Michael got them beady little eyes, man,

and a killer always has them beady little eyes.

[grunts] All right, whoever it is,

we've got to get back there before he realizes

what I'm doing, all right?

[truck honks horn]

- Chill yourself. - What?

All right?

What?

[clears throat] Your chariot awaits.

Hey.

Good, how you doing?

There he is.

Back upstairs.

Upstairs you go.

OK, send a couple back.

Hold it, Paul.

[screaming]

You can run, but you can't hide.

I'm taking you in forthe murder of Peter Alfred.

You think I killed Peter?

What are you-- what are you, crazy?

I was with the cutters the night he was killed.

I swear. Ask anyone here.

Then why were you running?

Because you were chasing me.

Where's the guy with the beady little eyes?

Who?

Hayworth.

Michael Hayworth.

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

He left 10 minutes ago.

[laughs]

What?

I was right.

We split 60-40.

Where is he?

How do we get to him?

We must have been on theright track at the beginning.

Wait a second, our first clue was--

The hotel room.

Let's go.

Let's get the hotel room.

SUZANNE: Motley Crew in town?

He must've been looking for something.

Who?

The killer.

Get with the program, lady.

He must've been lookingfor the same thing at Peter

Alfred's studio that night.

The killer was looking forthe same thing in his own room?

No, I don't think this is the killer's room.

Oh, that's nice.

So whose room is it?

BOOKER: Peter Alfred.

I think this is his room.

The dead man's?

He's using Roger Thornton's name,

so whoever he was cheatingon wouldn't find out.

Oh, but that's ridiculous.

Peter wasn't even married.

Wait a minute.

What-- what are you saying?

There was no killer?

Of course there is.

He wants us to believe thatThornton really exists.

Yeah, and he's droppingphony clues trying to keep

us out of this hotel room.

Is there anything that goes this hotel

room, like a lockbox or a gymlocker or anything like that?

Just a parking spot.

Call the police.

Would you wait?

Don't do this to me, Dennis!

It's too dangerous.

Just wait here for the police, OK?

What about you?

Don't worry.

It's still 50/50.

Thank you, Mr. Booker.

I never would have found it without you.

Put your gun down.

Now push it under the car.

So what's in the envelope?

Money.

Peter's?

And mine.

The Alex wasn't losing money.

You and Peter were stealing it.

Only no one will ever know.

Murder is a pretty big rapfor a few thousand bucks,

isn't it, Clara?

He was cheating on me in more ways than one.

His fancy hotel suites, his beautiful cars,

all those pretty models.

See, I was in love with him.

So you killed him.

Then you couldn't find the money.

Until now.

Drop it or you're a blitz, Clara!

The police are on their way, Clara.

Clara, this is highly powerfulweapon, capable of slicing

you in half if I so choose.

You couldn't pull that trigger if you tried.

Why do you think I wanted youon this case to begin with?

I knew you'd never figure it out.

But she did, Clara.

She's got you.

I've seen her use that thing.

[scoffs] You've got to be kidding.

[gunshots]

[laughs]

Where did you get that?

That's how close you were.

I look like to kind ofgirl who carry a squirt gun?

[SINGING] Got the money.

[laughs]

So I guess we don't need this anymore.

I guess not.

50-50?

Thanks for keeping the bargain, partner.

So what you going to do?

Oh, I'm going to start over, I might

as well do it right, right?

Right.

So I think I'll open up a store.

Something wild and wicked.

Wild and wicked, huh?

You're going to do all that with $10,000?

I'm a very resourceful young lady.

[laughs] Yeah, so I noticed.

So, you going to miss me?

Do I have a choice?

Good answer.

So I guess this is goodbye, y'know?

Guess so.

[laughs]

So, uh--

I saw that in a movie once.- Did you?

You like it?

It was good.

All right, I'll see you.

[QUIETLY] Bye.

Dennis!

What is this?

[MUSIC - BILLY IDOL, "HOT IN THE CITY"]

I feel a beat on the street tonight.

The lights are right andit feels all right tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night, and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night, and I'm ready tonight.