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My name is Irwin Fletcher.

I'm an investigative reporter
for a Los Angeles paper.

You've probably read my stuff
under the byline of Jane Doe.

What the hey,
it's better than Irwin.

The last three weeks,
I've been loitering around the beach

trying to pass for an
amiable minor league junkie.

I don't nod out or drool,
that's too obvious.

Act like you don't give a crap
and you fit right in.

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And a damn fine answer,
if I do say so my damn self. Thank you.

Irwin, professional journalism time now.
Two points.

Go back to the beach...
Don't say "Irwin."

...and finish the damn story!
Rubber gloves.

Hey, Frank, I will.
I swear.

Frank, something else
came up. Okay?

No. It's not okay.
You've got a deadline tomorrow.

Did you see the ad
we ran Sunday?

I don't read the paper.
What's the spread on the game...

What's the spread on the game tonight?
Anybody know?

MAN: Lakers by six.
Take a look.

"Drugs on our beaches,
shame of the city."

"Shame of the city."
That's very nice.

Now, try to follow me on this.

You can't run the ad
and then not run the story.

You can't? Why not?

Shit. Really?

Frank, I'm just putting you on.

You'll get the story
and be very proud of it.

You broke it?
You know the source?

Practically.
Well, what's practically?

Is it this guy Fat Sam?
You said you had pictures of him.

I do have pictures
of him dealing.

Well, let's go.
We'll run the pictures.

You can't do that, Frank.

Fat Sam isn't the story.

There's a source behind him.

Who?

Well, there we're in
a kind of a gray area.

All right, how gray?

Charcoal.

May I help you with that?

FLETCH: Okay. A little lighter.
Little lighter.

Okay. Can you go higher?

That's good.
Over to the right.

Higher. Higher. Perfect.

Perfect. Nice and hard.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, that's good.
Thank you.

That it?
Perfect.

Everything's recent.
Well.

Let me see that.
"Alan Stanwyk,"

"commercial airline pilot
from Provo, Utah."

"Formerly a test pilot,
member of the Jaycees."

Should we move on?
Yeah.

Married Boyd Aviation.

He's no dummy.
That's big bucks.

"Mr. Stanwyk's parents,
Marvin and Velma, of Provo,"

"were unable to attend
the wedding."

Those are three names I enjoy,
Marvin, Velma and Provo.

Hold it there.
That's good.

Cancer.
"Cancer Society Benefit."

"Internist
Dr. Joseph Dolan."

"With internist
Dr. Joseph Dolan."

I wonder if that's his doctor.

One way to find out.

Yeah. There is one way
to find out.

So where do you know Alan from?

We play tennis at the club.

Really?

California Racquet Club?
Right.

That's my club, too.
Oh.

I don't remember
seeing you there.

Well, I haven't been playing for a
while because of these kidney pains.

Right.

Now, how long have you had
these pains, Mr. Barber?

No, that's Babar.

Two "B's"?

One "B." B-A-B-A-R.

That's two.

Yeah, but not right next to each other.
I thought that's what you meant.

Arnold Babar.

Isn't there a children's book

about an elephant named Babar?

I don't know.
I don't have any.

No children?

No elephant books.

Open wide.

Say, "Ah."

You know, it's an odd name.

I don't recall having seen it
on the club registry.

Well, I don't formally belong.
I'm a guest of my aunt's.

Your aunt?

Right. Mrs. Smith.

Joan or Margaret?

Right.

Well, which one?

Margaret.

Funny old bird.
Yeah.

Is she ever.
I could tell you some stories.

I bet.

You know, it's a shame about Ed.

Oh, it was.
That was really a shame.

To go so suddenly like that.

He was dying for years.

Sure.

But the end was
very, very sudden.

He was in intensive care
for eight weeks.

But I mean the very end,
when he actually died.

That was extremely sudden.

You know, Alan and I were
recently speaking of dying.

He told me Boyd Aviation took out
a large insurance policy on him.

You've got to be
in some kind of perfect shape

to get that sort of a policy,
I bet.

Drop your shorts
and bend over, Mr. Babar.

Oh, no, really.
We don't need to. I...

We don't want to do that.

You know, my kidneys feel a
lot better in this position.

Maybe it's just that I'm
not doing any calisthenics.

You know, if I did sit-ups in the
morning or bent over like this,

I'd probably feel 100%...

(SINGING)
♪ Moon river

Phew!

Thank you, Doc.
You ever serve time?

DOLAN: Breathe easy.

Breathe easy.

You know, I was surprised that
Alan was able to get that policy.

I know there's a history
of cancer in the family.

There is?
Yeah.

As a matter of fact...

(GRUNTS) You using
the whole fist, Doc?

Just relax.

Yeah, I saw Alan the other day.

He was looking a little peaked.

I don't know.
I think he's lost weight.

Are you sure he's all right?

I can't discuss another patient.
You know that.

Well, I don't find anything
wrong with you.

Well. I'm sure it's not
for a lack of looking.

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Never mind.
Just get me a glass of hot fat.

And bring me the head of Alfredo
Garcia while you're out there.

Well, Dr. Holmes went to
get you some smelling salts.

He was quite surprised
that you fainted.

He was surprised?

I thought that body
was my dead brother.

Oh!

It's okay. But that spleen
was a spitting image.

No, I guess I'm fine.

(GURGLING)

Nurse, I'm hyperventilating.

Would you get me
a paper bag, please?

Yes, right away.

Thank you.

(DOCTORS LAUGHING)

(METAL CLATTERING)

Here you are, Doctor.

Oh, thank you very much.

Is there anything particular
I can help you with?

No. Yes, there is,
actually. My...

One of my associates was
doing a biopsy on this man.

Very recently, they said
he had a melanoma,

or a carcinoma,
some kind of a noma.

I don't know.
There's no record of it here.

Well, if he had one,

it would certainly be in here.

Wait. Here it is.

"A surgical removal
of two moles."

"Tissue was benign."

Benign? There's no mention of
cancer here at all? That's it?

That's it.

This is one month ago.

In other words, according to this hospital,
Alan Stanwyk does not have cancer.

I guess not.

He'll be so relieved.

Thank you very much.
My pleasure.

Have a nice day.

(WHISTLING)

WOMAN: That sauce?

Have a bite.

Just a minute.
I'm not finished yet.

Sorry, Mr. Underhill.

Does that look
like I'm finished?

I guess not.

Now I'm finished.

Whatever you say,
Mr. Underhill.

I imagine you're expecting
a nice gratuity, right?

Maybe next time.

Gail Stanwyk?

Yeah.

I haven't seen you since the wedding.
You look great.

I do?
That's very sweet of you.

You know,
I have to confess something to you,

I must've been pretty plowed
at your wedding.

I don't have any idea
who you are.

Not my wedding, your wedding.

Oh, my wedding.
Thank God.

No. Doesn't really help me.
Are you a friend of Alan's?

Why, yes, we used to fly
together. I'm John.

Oh, John.

Oh, together.

No. John who?

John Cocktoastoy.

It's a beautiful name.

Well, it's Scotch-Rumanian.

That's an odd combination.

Yeah, well, so were my parents.

Do you mind
if I practice some more?

I have to work
on my ground stroke.

You bet. Go ahead.

Excuse me, senor.
You are a member of the club?

No, I'm not.
I'm with the Underhills.

They are left, senor.

That's all right.
They'll be back.

He went out for his urinalysis.

Would you like some drinks,
senor, while you wait?

I will put it
on the Underhills' bill.

Yes, very good.
I'll have a Bloody Mary,

and a steak sandwich,
and a steak sandwich, please.

Very good, senor.

Oh, hi.

So, how's Alan?

What are you asking me for?

He's been so busy lately,
I hardly see him.

He's been preoccupied.

With what?

I don't know.
Personal stuff.

Whoa! Look, I hit one.

Not bad. You know,
lobs are a very important part of the game.

Sorry, sir.

Let me show you
a couple of things.

Here. Stand here for a sec.
Now look.

When the ball comes,
face the ball like this, you see?

Yeah.

And then pivot your body,

and step in like that. Swing.
Step in with your left foot.

Just like this.

Okay?

Go ahead. Try one.

All right. Go ahead.
Get in that ready position.

Yeah.

And the ball's going to come now.
I want you to pivot. Ready?

Yeah. How many did you
put in the machine?

I thought I put a lot.

Well, that's it.
It's finished.

Good. Much better.

You know,
I must be having an off day.

I'm usually a fabulous player.

Well, I have this effect
on a lot of women.

I bet you do.

You know, the reason
I was asking about Alan is

that I bumped into him
this morning and...

You know
what I can't figure out?

Alan's in Utah.

I can't figure out what I was
doing in Utah this morning.

I'm very flattered,

but I'm also very married.

You are trying to hit on me,
aren't you?

How did you guess?

I'm such a heel.
I don't know what came over me.

If I had a nickel for every
one of Alan's flyboy buddies

who tried to pick me up,

I'd be a rich woman.

You are a rich woman.

See what I mean?

Who would have thought the Vice
President knew I was opening the door.

But the Secret Service, they...

Whack! And this blood, and...

Washington.

Sugar, Mr. Poon?

No, never, never.
Thank you.

Well, now, let me reiterate

that this is not
a formal investigation.

That is, if Alan Stanwyk isn't
involved in any improprieties...

Alan Stanwyk is not involved
in any improprieties.

I don't know where the SEC comes off
by even making such an accusation.

Now, you know that,
and I know that

but somebody's bucking
for a promotion.

It's probably that Pederast Hanrahan.
I don't know...

All I know is,
if I don't go back with something

you and your son-in-law are going
to be the scapegoats of the week.

Unbelievable.
This is unbelievable.

I mean, look at this.
They even want to know what he's doing in Utah.

Utah? Oh, Jesus H. Christ
on a popsicle stick.

First of all,

Alan Stanwyk does not own
one single share of stock!

The $3 million for the ranch in Provo
was entirely provided by my daughter

who converted some of her personal
holdings, not corporate holdings.

Personal holdings.

So, if any of your DC boys

want to make something out
of that, bring them on.

Otherwise, you tell your Commission
to get the hell out of my face.

God, I admire you.

Well,

consider this case closed.

Look at this,

it's even stopped bleeding.
Isn't that something?

My pleasure.

Well, thank you and good day.

Oh, by the way...

Yeah.

...what kind of a name
is Poon?

Comanche Indian. Goodbye.

Oh, Madeline, Frieda lost the number
for Alan's realtor in Provo, Utah.

Could you get me that
real quick, please?

Jim Swarthout?
Yeah.

(WHISTLING)

I'm sorry, who are you again?

I'm Frieda's boss.

Who's Frieda?
My secretary.

FLETCH: I knew my junkie pals were
awaiting my good cheer on the beach

but I needed a second wind,
a beer and a wardrobe change.

As I pulled up to my palatial
imitation apartment building,

I observed the familiar red Oldsmobuick
of Mr. Arnold T. Pants, Esquire,

attorney for the former
Mrs. Irwin Fletcher.

Time to use
the service entrance.

Refusal to pay alimony is
a jailable offense, Fletch.

What about trespassing
and loitering?

I am neither loitering
nor trespassing.

I've simply chosen
an advisable location

to await my client's
delinquent husband.

Well, I don't like to discuss business
on the lanai. Let's go inside.

Okay. If you're wearing rubbers,
leave them outside, would you?

A little one-on-one?

He draws the foul.

You owe Wendy $918.

She doesn't need it.

She's been living with somebody for months.
And I know it.

I don't know
what you're referring to.

Wendy maintains
her own residence.

This stinks.

I empathize
with your plight, Fletch.

However, you threw her out.

She was sleeping with everybody.

You should have proved that
in a court of law.

My lawyer was a bum.

I agree.

I think she slept with him, too.

You may be right.

Are you serious?

That's history, Fletch.

You owe us $918.

Hey!

I think our problems
may just be solved.

Ed McMahon.

I think I just won
a million bucks.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah. "Irwin M.
Fletcher, you choose."

(HOOTING)

Oh, boy.
I lost again. Sorry.

This is no joke, Fletch.

If some kind of payment
isn't made,

I'm gonna have to
contact your paper,

garnish you your wages.

I can't have my wages
garnish-ied.

Tell you what.

Cash? I'm impressed.

I saw my pimp today.

(EXCLAIMS)

Open your raincoat.

Come on. Just once.
It's worth it.

That's $1,000.

You apply the difference
to next month, okay?

Now scram.
Till then.

Keep $10 for yourself.
Go out and get yourself a nice piece of ass.

Pretty good dribbler.
Comes in deep.

His club is behind
by one point at this stage.

Fletch comes in,
puts the ball through the legs!

What a great play!
And he puts it up and in!

And the Lakers have the lead!

Oh, was that some kind
of a play!

You know, this gritty kid from the streets
of Harlem really creates excitement.

$4 million a year, that's true.
But he earns every nickel of it.

Look how he shakes off four
or five defenders with ease.

Fletch, he truly defines
grace under pressure.

Lar, it's me.

Listen, see if you've got
anything on Stanwyk

from the time
he used to live in Utah.

Yeah. And also check out
a realtor in Provo.

His name is Swarthout.

(SIREN BLARING)

Shit!

FLETCH: What's going on?

Take off, Fletch! Hey!

CREASE:
What are you doing?

They're after Gummy again.
Come here.

Hey, slow down.
Fletch, this is dumb.

(GUMMY SCREAMING)

Come on, man!

Hey, what are you doing, man?
He's defenseless.

No, no, no!
Don't do that!

Get up!
What are you doing?

(FLETCH GRUNTING)

Fletch!

GUMMY:
Let me out of here!

MAN: Beat it, cop!

Hey, you're really nuts.

You okay?

Yeah. I feel like $100.

They didn't do anything.

What? What are you
talking about?

I busted their window,
and they didn't do anything.

You're lucky or something.

It's not luck.
They didn't want me.

They wanted Gummy.

The cops and Gummy...

Come on, Frank. Relax, will you?
I need a little more time.

I could be on to something here.

You're on to something?

Yeah.
Good. What?

I don't want to spoil
your surprise.

Read about it tomorrow.

What? What do you want?

Don't point. Speak!

I need Fletch for a second.

She needs me.

I got nothing on Utah
or Jim Swarthout.

I know, honey. We have to put
this on the back burner right now.

Right here. That's good.

You wanna give me
just a little hint?

All right, Frank.

There just may be some cops
involved in all of this.

Did you say cops?
Yeah.

'Cause that's the one thing
I did find.

It's from last month,
so it was in the unsorted pile.

What's this?
More cops.

Frank, I need to go to Utah.

Utah?

Yeah, Utah.

It's wedged in between Wyoming and Nevada.
You've seen pictures.

What about finding the source?

I have some ideas.

Come on, Frank.
Say "yes."

I'll buy you some new deodorant.

Go to Transportation.
Get a ticket.

My hero.
Nothing to it.

(WOMAN ON RECORDER
PANTING)

WOMAN: You're not
recording this, are you?

FLETCH: No. Never. Never.

Question.

Question.

Why does a man
ask me to kill him

and lie about dying
when he isn't dying?

He asked me to kill him.

Question. Gail Stanwyk converts
$3 million of her stocks

to buy the ranch house.

Why pay in cash?

(POP MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Mr. Jim Swarthout?

My name is Igor Stravinsky.

And I'm calling about some
ranch property I'd like to buy.

Good, Mr. Stravinsky,
what did you have in mind?

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, are you a friend of Alan's?

Well, no, not exactly.
I was at the club,

and I overheard some people talking
about the property you sold him.

And $3 million sounded
like a good price to me.

Oh, is that right?

Oh, well, in that case,
I have been very misinformed.

Excuse you? Yes.

Well, listen.
Say, I'd like to come out and see you anyway.

Is that all right?

What's good for you?

Well, I'm about to close up
shop and go out for the evening.

How about first thing
in the morning?

First thing in the morning.
Tomorrow. Bye.

Hello. Anybody home?

Hey there, fella, what's your name?
Fluff? Fifi?

All right.

Bad dog.

(DOG GROWLING)

Sit.

(GROWLING)

(BARKING)

Stay.

Watch your dogs.

Boy, oh, shut it.

Come on. Smile.
Say, "Flesh."

Look, defenseless babies.

Fell for the oldest trick
in the book.

(SINGING)
♪ Strangers in the night

♪ Exchanging clothing

♪ Strangers in my pants

MAN: Surprise!

What the hell's...
Move!

Police. Spread 'em!

Got a gun, creep?

Shamu's got one.
Borrow his.

What have we here?
That's my dick.

Oh, funny boy.

What have we here?

Looks like heroin, Gene.

Hey. You just planted that.

What'd you say?

You fellows wanna
read me my rights?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Okay.

You have the right to have
your face kicked in by me.

Nice.

You have the right to have
your balls stomped by him.

I'll waive my rights.

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Dipshit!

You go back
to that goddamn beach,

and you won't live to regret it!

All right?

Hey, you and Tommy Lasorda.

Yeah.

I hate Tommy Lasorda.

FLETCH: Hey!

KARLIN: It's all right.
I'll take care of it now.

(SINGING)
♪ Swing low, sweet chariot

I'll handle it from here.

♪ Coming for to carry me home

Can't keep me here, Chief.

Maybe I'm not gonna
keep you in here.

Maybe I'm gonna blow
your brains out.

Well, now, I'm no lawyer

but I do believe that's
a violation of my rights.

After I shoot you,
I stick myself in the arm with this knife

then I'll place the knife
in your dead hand.

(CHUCKLING)
Self-defense.

We don't do it much anymore,
but back in the old days...

You're serious.

Ask anybody.

Can I ask anybody now?

How about, can I call my mom,
tell her how much I love her?

I guess not.

I'm a newspaper reporter.
You don't just blow away newspaper reporters.

It's kind of stupid, isn't it?

What'll it be, Fletch?

Hey, I hate the beach
anyway, man.

This isn't even my story.

I've got a deadline on my series on
that off-track betting in the Himalayas.

Smaller story, but I know
you've been following it.

I can tell you have things
under control down there.

Your beach.

Come on out. Come on.

May I? Thank you.

00:51:17,565
What's he say?

Well, you know,
he don't say nothing.

He just gives me that look.

You know, he's got that look.

Yeah, he don't say nothing.
He just gives him that look.

Well, sure.
He's the boss.

Here, let me take a crack
at this Fetzer here.

Gord.

Yeah, I know where it is.
I'm just getting a bird's-eye view here and...

What do you think?
It's the bypass line, right?

I think it's the bypass line.
Yeah.

I told you.

I'm gonna need some pliers

and a set of 30-weight
ball bearings.

What?

Yeah.

Tell you what.
I gotta go to my truck.

If Fred gets here
before I'm back,

you can tell him
to start without me.

What the hell do you need
ball bearings for?

Oh, come on, guys.

It's so simple.
Maybe you need a refresher course.

Hey, it's all ball bearings
nowadays.

Now, you prepare
that Fetzer valve

with some 3-in-one oil
and some gauze pads.

And I'm gonna need
about 10 quarts of antifreeze,

preferably Prestone.

No, make that Quaker State.

And wash those windows.
They've got filth and muck on them.

(GREETING IN SPANISH)

Oh, hi.
Where's Mrs. Stanwyk?

In her cabana, senor.

Oh, yeah. I'm supposed to meet
her in the cabana 6, right?

Cabana 1.
One. Right.

You would like something
to eat or drink, senor?

Actually, I would.

Charge it
to the Underhills, senor?

Yeah. That's right.

Do you have any caviar?

Si, senor. Beluga.
But it is $80 a portion.

Well, I better just take
two portions of that.

How's the Lobster Thermidor?

I recommend it, senor.

Good. That'll be fine.

Bring two bottles of Dom
Perignon to Cabana 1.

Very good, senor.

And put down $30
for yourself, huh?

(THANKING IN SPANISH)

This is the nicest place.

Who is it?

FLETCH: It's John.

John who?

It's John. John Levin...
I don't remember.

John Cocktoastin?

Yeah.

Hi.

Hi.

I was hoping you'd say that.

I just got out of the shower.

Yeah. Can I borrow your towel
for a sec?

My car just hit a water buffalo.

Nice place you have here.

I'm surprised to see you.
What are you doing here?

I ordered some lunch.

You ordered it here?

Well, I knew this is where
my mouth would be.

I really should change.

No, I think you should stay the
same wonderful person you are today.

I mean put clothes on.

No, really,
make yourself comfortable.

Are you always this forward?

Only with wet, married women.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Your turn at the door!

Okay. Very good, gentlemen.
Come right in.

There you go.
Right in this way.

Right in here. That's good.
That's very nice.

Want I set up?

No, thank you.
I'll take care of it.

Give each other $20, okay?

Put it on Underhill.

(THANKING IN SPANISH)

(FLETCH SPEAKING
NONSENSICAL SPANISH)

Oh, this is beautiful.

(EXCLAIMS)
There we have it.

All this goes
on the Underhills' bill?

Yeah, well, I saved his life
during the war.

You were in the war?

No, he was.
I got him out.

Wow, I can't believe I'm doing this.
This is great.

Let's eat.
Let's eat.

Your bill, senor.
Oh, thank you.

$400 for lunch?

Your guest, senor.

What guest?
We didn't have any guests here today.

Two bottles of Dom Perignon?

$100 a pop!

Jesus H. Christ!
Where is he?

He is with Ms. Stanwyk.

Where's she?
Cabana 1.

Do you mind if I ask you
a question?

Depends on the question.

Want some more champagne?

Yes.

Are you still in love with Alan?

No.

I mean, no,
you can't ask me that question.

Ask me another one.

Why'd you let me in?

Because I'm bored.

If you're so bored,
why didn't you go to Utah with Alan?

Well, Utah's not exactly
a cure for boredom.

That's a good point.

I mean, I've never even been there.
I shouldn't say that.

What about his parents?
They live there.

He hasn't seen them for years
so I've never met them.

They don't get along well?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mrs. Stanwyk.

Yes?

I'm sorry to disturb you.
It's Ted Underhill here.

Thanks for a great time.
I gotta get out of here.

Wait a minute.
What is this?

Someone of your acquaintance

has charged a $400 lunch
to my account.

John, you don't know
the Underhills?

I'd appreciate the opportunity of
discussing this matter with you.

(IN HIGH-PITCH VOICE)
I'm just out of the shower.

Can you wait a minute?
I just have to wee-wee.

Yes, of course.

Why did you do it?

Well, I don't think it would be
fair for you to pay the bill.

A $400 lunch tab?

That's what I mean. It's outrageous, isn't it?
It's way over the line.

I'll cover it.

Wait, you can't go out
looking that.

He might spot you.
Hold on.

You look like
you're the same size as Alan.

Put this on.

Nice suit.
Just return it.

Any other surprises?

Yeah.

My name is not John Cocktoastin.

And I wasn't at your wedding.

Who are you?

I'm Irwin Fletcher.

And I write a newspaper column
under the name of Jane Doe.

And it's not
the food section, Gail.

So?

So...

Your husband hired me
to kill him.

UNDERHILL: Mrs. Stanwyk!

Mrs. Stanwyk!
In a minute!

Enough surprises.
What the hell are you talking about?

Sit down.

Your husband told me he was dying of cancer.
Is that true?

No. It's not true.

That ranch property you thought
you were buying in Utah?

Not true.

He's a bad guy, Gail.

He's involved in something
very big and very bad.

Do you know a guy
named Jim Swarthout?

Yeah. Swarthout's the man
who sold us the ranch.

Wrong.

He sold you $3,000
worth of scrub brush.

No. I saw the deed.

You saw a forgery.

This is the real deed.

See, there's Swarthout's name.

Now, if this were at all
legible, you'd see what I meant.

Look, here's the dog
that tried to bite me.

Here's the motel I stayed in,
there's my car.

The dog tried to bite that.

Here's the Mormon Tabernacle.

Stop it. Stop.

He's told me a lot of things.

So far, not one of them
has been true.

I'm sorry to have to tell you
these things.

UNDERHILL: Mrs. Stanwyk!

Wait! Just wait a minute!

I'm gonna call my father.
He'll know...

No, you can't.

Gail, please. Look, I know you don't
know me from a hole in the wall

but you've gotta trust me.

Just give me 24 hours.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

UNDERHILL:
Mrs. Stanwyk!

You a Laker fan?

No.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Just a minute!

I'll take you to a game.

Mrs. Stanwyk!

Sorry. Thanks. Bye.

Wait. What are you
talking about?

I'm talking about how much I'd
like to take you to a Laker game.

If you need me, call the paper.

What am I supposed to do
for the next 24 hours?

Act natural.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Oh, Jesus.

What's he doing with the Chief?

FLETCH: Seeing Bone Cancer and Chief Karlin
together might lead to a Page 1 item.

But without any real evidence,

Frank wouldn't even print it
in the want ads.

I had to keep digging,
without a shovel.

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

Afternoon, Smog Patrol.
Had your emissions checked?

No, sir.
Fluorocarbons? Ozone?

No, sir.
Well, let's check it out.

What do you say?
Giddyup.

Smells pretty good.

(WOMAN CHATTERING
ON POLICE RADIO)

That's him.

Unit 12, in pursuit.

Why don't you catch some shuteye?
Just lay back and enjoy.

(SCREAMING)

Try to breathe
through your nose.

(SIREN WAILING)

I always use a little
chewing gum on these rides.

It filters out the pollutants.

Oh, shit!

Of course you've got some good grillwork there.
Keep out the ozone.

I gotta get this thing up to 95,

check out
the fluorocarbon output.

Don't worry about
the speed limit here.

That's why we've got
the police escort.

You a cop?
As far as you know.

Are you gonna take me
to jail for car theft?

Why, did you steal the car?

I sure did!

Well, I'm not even sure
that's a crime anymore.

There've been a lot of changes
in the law.

OFFICER ON LOUDSPEAKER: Pull to
the right and stop. Pull over.

Hey, look out for that truck!

(SHOUTING)

Nothing, it's just a little
game I play with my buddies.

Kind of a hide-and-seek kind of a thing.
They love it.

What a day!

Must be a stage two right
about here.

Do a little slipstreaming and...

Whoa! There's Fred!
Won't he be surprised!

KID: Shit!

OFFICER: Can't you hear me?
I said pull over...

(OFFICER SHOUTING)

Uh-oh.

You got a license?

I didn't bring it with me.
Do you have one?

No.

Pull over, buddy!

01:05:27,480
MAN: Thelma Noble,
Ellis Lee Hereford,

Lee Weaver and Harold Ausley.

I would like you to meet our
friends here on the dais.

So please hold your applause
until I'm finished.

To my left is Kitty Domaine...

More coffee? There you go.

...Selby Desner,

Barbara Wattell, Walter Smith,

Martha Sterling
and Paul Fleming.

And to my right, Michael Kenyon,

Olivia D. Williams,
Otto Bailey,

Bea Dorfman.

And now, the Father
of Internal Bushings,

our very own and beloved leader.

A man who needs no introduction!

Thank you very much, Sammy.
Thank you!

I couldn't wait.

That was
a very nice introduction,

and I am very thrilled
and proud to be here today.

It's been a wonderful
ceremony so far.

Here on behalf of our own
Fred "The Dorf" Dorfman!

Who is he?

Many of you don't know that Fred
was darn near death recently.

And he wasn't ashamed to admit
to me that he'd had syphilis.

Thank God he stopped it
in its tracks.

I must tell you that it
takes a lot for a man

to admit where he got it
from and how he got it.

I must say, look at him today.
Fred, you look just wonderful.

The nose looks normal again.
The face has come back into shape.

And he's not drooling anymore,
it's a good sign.

And hats off to Marge, his wife,

because that
whole experience there,

the two or three weeks that she stayed
at Trembling Hills has paid off.

No more alcohol
or sedatives in her life.

There's so many other things
that I wanna tell you about Fred,

things that maybe many of you
already know.

Sammy, you're not going
to sing for us, are you?

Did you know that Fred spent
a good deal of his life

honoring a profession that has
gone largely unsung around here?

Some of those boys
are here tonight.

The profession, of course,
is law enforcement.

I know Fred feels this way,

that too often our feelings
are locked in

and we feel restrained
and perhaps even embarrassed

to actually reach out and
touch an officer of the law.

After all, they are people,
aren't they?

So why not stand up and pat them on the back?
Go ahead, reach out.

Go ahead!

Shake hands with any one of the guys
you see here, these men in blue.

Hug a cop! Yeah, go ahead.
I said it.

Yeah!
That's a wonderful feeling!

I am so proud tonight!

(SINGING)
♪ Oh, say, can you see

♪ By the dawn's early light

♪ What so proudly we hail'd

♪ At the twilight's
last gleaming

Hip, hip, hooray!

Hip, hip, hooray!
ALL: Hooray!

Hooray! Hooray!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Mr. Stanwyk,
you are confirmed on Pan Am Flight 441

to Rio de Janeiro tomorrow
evening, 11:00 p.m., first class.

That's terrific.
Thank you.

You reconfirmed this morning.

You bet I did.

I'm a bear for detail.

I hope there's nobody
next to me.

You see,
I always travel first class

and I take both seats up.

I'm in bridge work.
Bridge construction.

These fold-outs take a tremendous
amount of space up and I need the space.

I'm afraid there is someone
sitting next to you.

Oh, for God don don!
Who is it? Mr. Sinilindon?

No. The name is Cavanaugh.

Cavanaugh?

Oh. Is that Morris or Pierre?

Sally Ann Cavanaugh.

Sally Ann? Well, terrific.

In fact, you purchased the
ticket for Miss Cavanaugh.

Doesn't mean I want her
sitting next to me, does it?

I'm sorry, the flight's full.

She's connecting out of Provo.

Oh. All right, fine.

Provo, Spain?

Utah.

Utah!

FLETCH: Listen, Frank,
don't give me any crap about the beach story.

I'm at the airport.

01:21:33,347
Shut up.
Okay.

Don't look at me, lay back.
I gotta talk to you, all right?

All right, all right.
About what?

There're cops all around here,
and they're after me.

What? You mean those surfers
over there?

Just lay back down.

Don't point.
Just lay back, all right?

Okay, okay.

Fletch, why they after you?

They're after me because
I'm a newspaper reporter.

And I'm nailing Chief Karlin as the
major drug source on this beach.

Sit back.

Fat Sam's turning
state's evidence.

What's that?

He wrote me
a very nice deposition.

He says he just received the
drugs and you did all the selling.

He said what?
Fletch, he's lying.

Man, honest, Fletch.
I didn't sell nothing, man.

You gotta believe me.
I didn't sell anything.

I just carried the drugs from
the Chief to Sam. That's it.

Sure you did.
Sure you did, Gum.

Fletch, Fletch, honest, man.
That's all I did.

Twenty years, Gum,
twenty years in prison.

Unless you want to play ball.

You don't leave me much
of a choice, I guess.

Fletch, you all right?
Yeah, I'm all right.

These robes...

I got another question for you.

Where does the Chief
get his drugs from?

I don't know.

Have fun. Don't bend over
for the soap.

Fletch. Fletch, okay, okay.

It's somewhere in South America.

Mind if I sit here?

Fletch? Man.

You don't know me, Sam.

My pleasure, brother.

I'm a reporter, Sam.

I'm breaking the story on
the drug traffic around here.

Gummy's turning
state's evidence.

I got good proof it's the Chief.

You gonna bust the Chief?

I'm gonna bust the Chief.

I could use your help.

I'm a slave
to that son of a bitch.

He busted me, third offense.

Gave me my choice,
push for him or do 15 long.

Now, all I get out of this
is free junk.

You don't have a piece
of the action?

No. Free junk, that's it.

Hey, how you doing?

Albert Einstein's forehead.
You like it? I won it in a raffle.

Excuse me.
Fellows, stay with me, will you?

Fletch?

What's up? What's up?

I'm quitting
as of midnight tonight.

Who are these guys?

This is Fat Sam and this is Gummy.
Fellows, come with me.

These are their statements
naming Chief Karlin

as the number-one drug pusher
from here to Oxnard.

I want them to have federal
protection sponsored by the paper.

Is that okay, Frank?

FLETCH: Sit down in there,
anywhere you...

That's good.
Make yourselves comfortable.

This is wonderful.
This is...

I'm out, Frank.

You lost faith in me.

Fletch, I got nervous.
Come on.

Forget it.
I'm writing the story.

Just hold the last two
paragraphs till 10:00, okay?

You want an apology?

You were going to can me, right?

No, not really.

Not really?

I was upset. You know.

Okay.

Jesus, I'm sick
of this place. Ow.

I'm gonna try out for the Lakers.
They need a good power forward.

Fletch, this is
a hell of a story.

Thanks.

Now, about these guys...

Don't worry about them.
They're just fine.

You don't have any valuables in
there, Vicki Morgan tapes or anything?

(EXCLAIMING)

ALAN: Good evening.

I like your outfit.

Did you bring the 50 grand
and the tickets?

Of course.

Oh, oh, oh.
You forgot your rubber gloves.

You're planning on killing me,
aren't you?

You catch on real quick,
Mr. Nugent.

That's a pretty hostile thing
to do, don't you think?

Well, you were gonna kill me.
I look at this simply as self-defense.

Now, if you would be so kind as
to put your passport on my desk.

You're wearing my suit.
Where did you get that?

I said, where did you get my
suit, Mr. Nugent?

The name's Fletcher.
I'm a newspaper reporter.

I write a column
under the name of Jane Doe.

What the hell is this?

Read this.

Look, I don't have time
for your nonsense.

Cut the crap.

Come downstairs and read this.
I'm not going anywhere.

Unless my people hear differently,
that letter goes out at midnight.

"Dear Mr. Boyd,
Alan Stanwyk murdered me tonight."

"Charred remains found by the police
in the Jaguar are mine, not his."

"Mr. Stanwyk, using my name and
passport, boarded Pan Am Flight 306."

"On arrival, he intends
to establish..."

Pretty hefty.

Keep reading.

"...with his legal wife,
the former Sally Ann Cavanaugh..."

Don't stop, Alan.

Uh-oh, the missus.

What are you doing here?

I already know most of it.
I just want to hear the rest from you.

He doesn't read my stuff very well.
Let me take a crack at it.

"Sally Ann and Alan were
married eight years ago,"

"never divorced, making Stanwyk a
bigamist, even in Utah."

"Stanwyk is also traveling
with $3 million in cash,"

"the result of Gail Stanwyk's
conversion of Boyd Aviation stock."

It's true, isn't it?

"Sally Ann can confirm all this"

"when the police pick her up
at the Airport Marriott."

That's where she is, isn't it?

"By the way,
Alan is a very big drug smuggler."

"But you can read all about
that in tomorrow's paper."

"Sincerely, I.M. Fletcher.
PS, Have a nice day."

Bravo, Mr. Fletcher. Bravo.

You know, what tipped it for
me was something your wife said

while we were in bed together.

Oh? And what was that?

Curiously, she said
we had roughly the same build.

From the waist up, I imagine.

Then I figured it.

You bump me off,
plop me in the car and burn me up.

What the heck,
same bone structure.

You son of a bitch.

But I'm not a stupid
son of a bitch.

I was already prepared to
commit one murder, ass face.

What makes you think
I won't commit two, huh?

Whoops.

"Whoops." What do you mean, "Whoops"?
Don't say "Whoops."

I mean, by the time your story's
published, I'll be on the beach.

And I understand extradition from
South America is very complicated.

I'll bet for two murders,
it's even more so.

That thing loaded?

If you shoot me, you're liable to lose
a lot of those humanitarian awards.

Tough shit, Hopalong.

KARLIN: Greetings, everyone.

Thank God, the police.

Jesus, what in the hell
are you doing here?

Put the gun down, Alan.
I can take care of them.

I thought you had this all figured out.
Nice going, Irwin.

Don't ever call me Irwin, okay?

Fat Sam left the beach today.
So had Gummy.

It began to occur to me

that maybe there's some things happening
here that I should become aware of.

Look, I said I'll take care of this.
Now, it doesn't involve you.

Now, go on home.

I'll call you tomorrow.
What? Long distance?

Couldn't help but overhear
you say something

about South American
extradition.

Jerry.

Alan, you're not planning
on taking that $800,000

I staked you with
for the next load, are you?

Looks like you two
have a lot to talk over.

We'll just catch the last
ten minutes of Dynasty.

Jerry, come on, now.
You're gonna have to trust me!

I got a foolproof way
to get rid of this asshole,

and you're jeopardizing
everything!

Your foolproof way is gonna
land my butt on the front page

while you're basking in the sun!

With your money.

(GAIL SCREAMING)

The second one's gonna be
even more fun.

Go ahead, make my day.

01:32:56,032
That's a gibbon suit.

"Tennis shorts, leather
sneakers, wrist bands."

It's business, Frank.
Believe me, I hate tennis.

What's novelty teeth?

Frank, it's all business.
Frank, it's all business!

"A nun's habit.
Six tubes of Crazy Glue."

Oh, that's personal.

Right, take it out of my raise.

You're not getting a raise.
Did I say... Come on.

I would think the DA would need
these tickets for evidence.

Not necessarily.

Not necessarily?
Larry!

In the court ruling
US vs. Fishbein,

a man subjected
to potential incineration

while wearing another man's suit

is entitled to $10,000
worth of airline tickets.

It's an obscure ruling but
a very important one to me.

Why don't you just say that you
want to take me to Rio with you?

There's a different slant.

The thing is, see,
we haven't really dated formally.

I always take my first dates
to a Laker game.

I don't want to go
to a Laker game.

(INAUDIBLE)

I don't like basketball.

Maybe that's because you
don't understand basketball.

You haven't been schooled in
the fundamentals. Pick and roll.

Sounds like a fast-food chain.

Reverse stuff.
That I've done.

I'll bet you have,
you little vixen.

FLETCH: The coroner had certified
Stanwyk dead or extremely sleepy.

And Chief Karlin was facing
20 years in the fun house.

I decided to accompany
Gail to Rio

and personally assist her
in her grief therapy.

On the beach,
I explained basketball to her,

but she didn't seem to grasp it.

Fletch?
Call me Irwin.

Why do they have to bounce
the ball the whole time?

I mean, doesn't it seem
a little childish to you?

Well, it may seem that,
but that's called dribbling.

Dribbling?

If they don't keep
bouncing the ball,

they get called for traveling.

Traveling. Oh.

Yeah, that's what they call it
when you don't bounce the ball.

FLETCH: When it came to
basketball, Gail was a loss.

But we had our own version
of one-on-one,

and she thought I was
the bravest man in the world,

which, of course, I am.

By the way, I charged
the entire vacation

to Mr. Underhill's
American Express card.

Want the number?