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J'

Hey, hey, hey,
you're digging

the Master Jock
of solid rock.

Sweet Al Monte
blasting, babies,

being bold and pouring coal
on station KRML

in quaint little
Carmel-by-the-Sea,

and we 're right next door
to magnificent Monterey,

home of the
Annual Jazz Festival.

And don't forget, even though
it's four months away,

you got to get
your tickets, Jim,

because they're going fast,
and they can't last.

All right, now,
the time is 7:54,

and there's a breeze
of 50 degrees around

your ever-loving hips,
and the weatherman says

we have
a taste of fall.

I say we got a bowl
ofsoub

and if you think
your heart can take it,

whoo, come fly higher
with the heavy.

Now we're gonna wrap it up
for the week, folks.

A brand-new release from
the funk capital of the world,

"Squeeze Me."

Uh-oh,
here he comes,

the big "D" himself,
Dave Garver.

Dave, people,
is gonna bring you

five hours of mellow
groove.

S0, in the meantime,
this is sweet Al Monte

saying hang in there,
babies,

because everything
is going to be everything.

Bye.

Hey-- oh, what's that letter
you got there?

Is that
that Frisco gig?

- Yeah.

- All right,
so what's happening?

- Oh, they
want the usual thing,
a biography, pictures.

- Oh, really? Is that
that Madge Brenner chick?

- Yeah, she's the one
putting it together.

- Well, in that case, David,
you're in.

- How do you figure that?

- Oh, now, David, come on,
man, are you kidding?

- Hey, she's
a grandmother.

- Well, so when did that
ever stop you?

Hoo-hoo!

Hey, man, you better
get a move-on.

I already played
your theme song.

- Yeah, I heard it.
You're a real human being.

- And you're on the air,
baby.

All right?

- "Men have destroyed
the roads of wonder,

"and their cities
squat like black toads.

"In the orchards of life,
nothing is clean or real,

"or as a girl,
naked to love,

or be a man with."

This is Dave Garver with
a little verse,

a little talk,
and five hours of music

to be very, very nice
to each other by.

J'

KRML, Dave Garver
speaking.

Hello ?

- Hi, what'll it be?

- Play "Misty"
for me.

- "Misty," huh?

We have that right
on the play rack.

Thanks for calling.

- I see you got
your little "Misty" chick

calling you again.
All righty.

Swing along.
- You take it easy now, huh?

- See you in the A.M.

- KRML,
Dave Garver.

J'

- Hi, Murphy.
- Oh, hi, Dave.

No messages for you.
- No?

- Heard your show tonight.

- Yeah?
- Well, it sure beats hell

out of working
for a living.

Thanks for the plug.

- What are friends for?

- Bartender?

- Coke?
Coming right up.

Uh-uh.

She's waiting for someone.

- You sure?
- That's what she says.

Guys have been striking out
all night.

- One game?

- Cry Bastion?
- What else?

- Okay, coach,
you asked for it.

Don't take all night.
Move.

_ Qkay.

- Move.

- Palfrey's Gambit.

- Dirty rat.

Are we playing
Copenhagen rules?

- Make it easy on yourself,
Murph.

- Cry, Bastion.

- Sorry,
no Bastion.

- Damn, I didn't
see that.

- That's too bad, Murphy.

Too bad.

Careful now.

- That oughta do it.

- Be really
careful now.

Careful.

Hi.

He doesn't see it.

- Oh, yeah?

- Cry Bastion.

- Fool's ploy, my man,
fool's ploy.

Care to play the winner?

I'll just watch.

- My name is Dave Garver.

- Evelyn Draper.

- Sit down,
Evelyn Draper?

Care for a drink?

- Okay.
- What'll it be?

- Surprise me.
- Screwdriver.

- Nice game.
Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- What happened?

- I won.

- How? When?

- When you said "okay."

- I oughta be mad.
- But you're not.

- Not really.

Well, it certainly was
nice of you to bring me home,

Mister... Garver?

- That's right.

- I don't think
I've been stood up on a date

since the ninth grade
back in Albany.

Is something wrong?

- No, I keep getting the feeling
I know you from someplace.

- You do?
- Yeah.

Here, why don't you
let me do that?

- Oh, no, no,
that's all right,
I've got it.

Why don't you see if
you can get the fire started?

Oh, there's some matches
right next to it.

- All right.

It's getting late, uh...

you sure I'm not
keeping you up?

- No, no, I rarely
get to bed before 3:00 A.M.

I didn't have a date
tonight.

I went there
because you talk about it

on your program
sometimes,

and I wanted
to meet you.

I listen to you
all the time.

- Well, I knew somebody
was out there.

You're making fun of me.

- N0, I'm not.

Say something else, huh?

- Such as?

- Play "Misty" for me.

- Very good.

- Sure I'm not
keeping you up?

- Don't you like me?

- Mmm.

You're a very nice girl.

- But who needs
nice girls?

- N0, I...

I like 'em.
I'm kind of hung up on one.

- And you don't want to
complicate your life?

- That's exactly right.

- Well,
neither do I.

But that's no reason we
shouldn't sleep together tonight

if we feel like it.

- Solid silicone.

Hi-ho, David,
my man.

How ya been, baby?

See you got the joint
cleaned up for once.

The Heavy digs it.

- Care for a beer?
- Oh, not really.

I could go for
something more uplifting,

but not a brew, David,
not a brew, my man.

- Well,
beer's all we've got.

Hey, Al, you're gonna have
to ease on out.

I got a heck of a lot
of work to do today.

- Yeah, but you
don't understand, man.

I've been sent over here
to get you.

- By whom?
- Oh, that old chick I go with.

What's her name?
- Carol?

- Yeah, that's the one.

Girl thinks you've been working
too hard, man.

She said we should
get together and go out tonight

and blast the town open,
a little taste.

- Who's this we?

- Me, you, her,
and one of them hens

that you can dig up.

Man, there's a fantastic
new Mexican place

in Carmel
called Sus Senos,

ancl the albondigas soup

is not to be believed,
it is a mind-bender.

- Yeah,
I know the joint,

but I don't have a date,
and I got a lot to do, really.

- No big deal, man,
get one.

Well, if you have
any problems getting one,

I'll get one for you.

As nice as I look--
- It's too late.

Ancl, besides,
I got a lot of work to do.

- Hey, man, but y0u--
you gotta eat, Dave--

- Yeah, well, I'm gonna
whip up something right here

in my own kitchen.

- You know, David,
I'm-- I'm really worried

about your social life.
- You know something?

You're gonna make
somebody a tremendous mother.

- Too narrow
in the pelvis-- ahh!

- I sure appreciate you
dropping by, AI.

You can come by
again sometime, anytime.

- All right, all right.

Never let it be said
that Sweet Al Monte

can't take a hint.

- Who's hint?
- Hi!

- Why, hi there yourself.

- Dave Garver live here?

- Well, that, uh, depends
on your point of view.

- Oh, hi.

Oh, this stuff weighs a ton.
Where's the kitchen?

- Right inside.
Just come right on in
and help yourself.

- Oh, thank you.
- Swing right around
the bend there.

Uh, I know, David,
she's from Chicken Delight.

Look, look,
don't work too hard, my man.

Don't strain yourself.

- How come you don't
have any beer?

Ancl what is this--
a shrunken head?

Who was that guy?
Does he live here?

- Hey, look, I wanna--
- I hope you like steak.

I thought you looked like the
steak ancl potato type.

- Hey, hang on there--
- I said to myself,

a nice green salad
with Roquefort and tomatoes,

a baked potat0--

- What's going on here?

- Oh, don't send me away.

- No, I wanna ask you
a question.

- Ijust wanted
to surprise you.

- Surprise.

What happens if he and I
had been talking business?

Or maybe I have
female company or something,

and you come traipsing in with
an armload of groceries?

That would
be some surprise.

- I'm sorry.
Why don't you keep that stuff?

I think
I've lost my appetite.

- Hey, hang on a minute.

I'm just trying to tell you
something, that's all.

- I don't understand.
Should I go? Should I stay?

What do you want?
- I'm trying to tell you

that there's a telephone,
and I pick it up,

and I dial it, you answer,

ancl I say,
"Hey, what are you doing?"

- And I say,
"I'll be right over."

- Fine. Next time,
why don't we do it that way?

_ Qkay.

Any way you like,
next time.

How do you
like your steak?

- Extremely rare.

- That's just how
I like mine,

extremely rare.

- Well,
I'll get some wine.

A little vino...
- Oh, vino.

All this and heaven, too.

Wow.

Terrific.

This is gonna
be some dinner.

- Hey, what happened
to that discussion

we had last time?

You know, the deal about
no strings and all that?

- Well, there are
no strings,

but I never
said anything

about not coming back
for seconds...

did I?

- That's right, you didn't.

- When will I see you?
- I'll give you a call.

Dave, you're funny.

- How's that?

- If you wanna keep
playing these games, okay,

but they're really not
necessary anymore.

Not for me.
- Hey!

People trying
to sleep here!

- People trying
to talk here.

- How'd you like
to tell that to the law?

- How'd you like to go
screw yourself?

- Hey, take it easy.

Guy's just trying to sleep,
that's all.

- You're right.
It's a terrific morning.

Why be selfish
with it?

Bye-bye.

J'

- Hey, wait a minute.

- Yeah?

- Oh, excuse me.

I saw the sweater,
and I thought you were
somebody else.

- Oh, you must be David.

- Where have you been?

- Oh, around.

I was, uh, trying
to join the revolt against
the representational.

Didn't quite make that,
though.

So, now,
I'm just, uh,

trying to play it cool.

Not quite making,
that either.

- Got time for a break?

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

When did you get in town?
- Yesterday.

- You weren't
gonna call me?

- Of course I was.
I had to get settled first.

- Well, you shouldn't lend your
sweaters to blabbermouths.

- You've gotten thinner.

- Oh, no.

Well, so much for
Sausalito.

- Sausalito?

- That's where I was staying.

JaY Jay's place.
' JaY Jay's place?

- Oh, it's nothing much,
really.

It's just a pied-é-terre,
but it's handy to the fleet.

- You told me you didn't know
where she was.

- So I lied.
Picket me.

- Thanks a lot.
- Listen, stud,

it wasn't my idea.

You should've
caught her act.

The whole Bette Davis.

Through, finished,
kaput, scene,

and at 3:00 A.M.

- Come on,
Jay Jay, uh...

he's exaggerating.

- Well, I'll, uh,
check with Malcolm.

Maybe I can get you
the afternoon off.

- What happened,
Pussycat?

- He ran into Anjelica.
She told him I was back.

- That bitch should be
hung by the thumbs

or something
equally appropriate.

- It's all set up.
Let's go.

- Oh, well,
it's nothing personal,

really, it's just that I--
I happen to think

she can be
a first-rate artist

if her damned hormones
didn't keep getting in the way.

- There's not much
he can do about that.

- He could kill himself.

- Jay Jay, why don't you go
cruise some sailors, huh?

- Oh, please,

don't mention seafood.

- Ha!
- Come on.

- I really missed
this place.

- I missed you.

- You'd do me a big favor if
you didn't say things like that.

- Oh, why's that?

- I don't know.
Somehow it, uh,

brings out
the worst in me.

It makes me wanna
say things like, uh,

"How's that redhead?"
- What?

- The redhead, the one
who worked in the bookstore.

- She went back to Berkeley,
whatever.

- Oh, that's too bad.

Well, you always had
that blonde from
Santa Barbara

to fall back on,

if that's the phrase
I'm looking for.

And I, uh,
think it probably is.

- What are we gonna do,
go through a whole list?

Is that it?

- Who's got
that kinda time?

Ijust don't know if I'm
up to it anymore.

- Up to what?

- Those nights,
sitting and waiting for you

to finish your program
and come by.

Nights when
it would start to get late,

and I'd start
to think,

"Oh, I wonder if
he's run himself off a cliff,

or maybe he's run into
a bl0nde."

There was
a time when I started

rooting for the accident,
you know.

I mean if it was a choice
between that and a blonde.

- You know how secure
you make me feel?

- Oh, I didn't
wish you anything too serious.

Just a couple of months
in traction.

- You're all heart.

- You know, the thing
I hate the most

in the whole world
is a jealous female,

ancl that's what I was
getting to be.

That's why
I had to split.

I was...

starting to be one of
my most un-favorite people.

I hated it.

I know you did, too.

That still works,
anyway.

- Too well sometimes.

- What does that mean?

- I mean there's a little spot

in the middle of each clay
just about your size.

- Well, there's
lots of girls my size

if you're really
looking.

- I'm not.

That's what
I'm trying to tell ya.

- You mean
you've given up girls?

- Well, I haven't exactly been
the monk of the month

or anything like that,

but I have been
making an effort.

- Boy, there must
be real consternation
among those gropies.

- That's "groupies,"
isn't it?

- I don't know,
"groupies, gropies."

Hmm.

- You know,
you've gotta be fair.

It hasn't just been
my fault.

- Listen, I know.

They kept
overpowering you.

- Oh...

you get a little bit
of the blame, too, you know.

You and that parade
of roommates

that keep moving
in and out of your place.

- Oh,
I didn't realize

they were such a trial
to you.

- A trial? I enjoyed it.

You and I, sitting
in front of the fireplace,

ancl then some chick
sitting there

with a bathrobe on,

eating Fig Newtons.

- What about the one
with the St. Bernard?

She was a real winner.

- She took up enough space--
and then that other one,

the one that
took the flute lessons.

- Yeah, well,
uh, maybe it was

a little rough
on you, huh?

- I can think of
a thousand reasons

why we should
try again.

I've got

about seven million
things to do.

- What do you think?
Do you wanna try for

a new start,
right from the letter "A"?

- What am I gonna
do with you?

- A lot.

- Oh, hi.
Excuse me.

- Hi.

You've met
Anjelica, my--

- Roommate, yes.

- I think
I'll drive in to Carmel

and see ifl can't find some
cleaning solvent.

- There's
plenty under the sink.

_ Qkay.

- This house oughta have
a revolving door.

- Look, you know when
my father left me this house,

he left me payments.

I can't handle
that expense by myself,

and most girls find
the isolation

is too much for them.
It's a long way from town.

- I know.

- I better
get back to work.

Thanks.

- That's it, thanks?

- Four months in Sausalito
is a long time.

I am not gonna get
back on that same old
merry-go-round again.

- What do I have to do,
give you a notarized
statement?

- I need a couple
of more clays to try and...

figure out where I'm at.

- Okay, you get
your bearings,

and then you'll
give me a call, all right?

- Hi, Murph.
- Oh, hi, Dave.

Sardine Factory.

David Garver?

You say this
is Evelyn?

- N0.

- I'm sorry,
you just missed him.

- What do you mean?

- He's gone,
he's not here.

- Well, I think you'd
better look again.

- Believe me,
you just missed him.

Now, if you're interested
in someone a little more suave

ancl sophisticated,
I'll be happy to--

- That's what I get
for being a dirty, old man.

There's a message
for you.

Madge, uh, somebody
from San Francisco?

- Brenner?
- Yeah, that's it.

Uh, Monty gave her
this number.

"Received
pictures and biography.

"Please send a two-hour tape
of your show

as soon as possible."

- Hey, thanks,
Murph.

- Oh, don't mention it.
I can't tell you

how thrilled I am
to be your social secretary.

- You will put that
on my tab, huh?

- Surprise.

- What are you doing here?
- It was funny. I was
calling you from

that phone booth over there,
and he was telling me

you'd left, and I was
staring right at your car.

Isn't that funny?

- Yeah, kinda funny.

- Why didn't you
take my call?

- Where does it say that
I gotta drop what I'm doing

and answer the phone
every time it rings?

- Do you know
your nostrils flare out

into little wings when
you're mad?

It's kinda cute.
- Come on, Evelyn, I gotta go.

- I'd love a Coke.
- Not tonight.

I gotta get
to the station.

- N0, you don't.

Hey, you're talking
to your number one fan.

You don't work tonight.

I got this show that
I'm trying to set,

ancl it happens to be
a very important show to me.

That means I gotta pick
the music, I gotta write
the lead-ins,

and I gotta
find some poetry.

Now, come on, will ya?
- Poetry?

Let me help you.
I'm terrific with poetry.

I know all kinds by heart--
- Not tonight.

- Does he want his keys?

- Come on, Evelyn.
- Speak.

- God.
- Come on!

Good boy.

Let's hear it,
come on.

- Come on,
give me my keys.

Come on, give me
the keys.

Come on!

- Give me the keys!
God damn it!

- Having some
trouble, lady?

- Get lost!

- Yeah, get lost,
assholes!

- Yeah, let's split.
He's got enough trouble already.

- Yeah, excuse me.

- Bye. See you later.

Hi.

Get all your work clone?

- What do you want,
Evelyn?

- One Coke?

- I'll tell ya,
tonight I'm really whipped.

J'

What--

What time is it?

- Time for me
to go home.

Go back to sleep.

Hey, I've got an idea.
- What's that?

- Some night this week,
after the show,

corned beef
and potato salad,

clill pickles, the whole bit,
my place.

Deal?
- I'll call ya.

- Thursday's good
for me.

- Oh... shit.

- Ancl, now, from KRML,

the big-band sounds
of Dee Barton.

- Hey, here's the first reel
of tape for your air check.

You want me to throw it in
for you or what?

- No, no,
leave it here, thanks.

- All right,
I think I will

go out and hit the streets,
but before doing that,

I will blow me a little number.
Would you care to partake,
my man?

Would you care to partake?
- Take it in the other room,
will ya?

I get zonked just
breathing the air around here.

- All right,
be that way.

- Al?
- Yeah?

- You ever find yourself

being completely smothered
by somebody?

- Anybody I know?

- Yeah, you met her
at my house the other clay.

- Oh! Chicken Delight.
Boy, that's what

I call some
pretty good smothering, cousin.

- You start
a relationship,

thinking you can be
completely honest, and...

all of a sudden, the whole thing
gets out of hand.

- Yeah, well,
what's the problem.

- The problem is I've been
trying to uncomplicate my life.

And now I can't even answer
the doorbell.

Besides, Tobie's back.

- Oh, really?
Tobie? When?

- I ran into her Sunday.

- Ooh, that was
a goodie.

Hey, I tell you
the truth, David.

I've always thought
that Tobie was

one of the foxiest
chicks on the peninsula.

Why you gotta have
so much action?

I just don't
understand it, anyway.

You know what I mean?

- It's just
a hang-up I have,

or-- or I had.

But now that I seem to have
that all straightened away,

I can't seem to solve
this other problem.

- Well, you know what
they always say, my man.

- No, what?

- "He who lives by the sword
shall die by the sword."

- Hey, don't let the door
hit you on the ass on
the way out, huh?

- Later.

- We'll have more smooth sounds
in just one minute.

But first,
at ten minutes to the hour,

we're broadcasting
from KRML

in the Carmel
Rancho Shopping Center,

home of The Buccaneer,
the man's boutique.

J'

KRML, Dave Garver
speaking.

- The whole point in
having an answering service

is to call them
once in a while

and see if you've got
any messages.

- Hi, Evelyn.
What's happening?

- Well, what could be
happening, darling?

You're not here yet.
- Yet?

- I hope you like
pastrami,

because they didn't
have any corn beef.

- Now, wait a minute.
Just hold on.

- Are you
trying to tell me

you forgot that we have
a date tonight?

- I thoughtl was
supposed to call you on that.

- Well, it's just,
I feel kind of silly

sitting here
in my-- my brand-new

lounging pajamas.

I just assumed.

Apparently,
I assumed wrong.

- That's right,

you assumed wrong.

- Well, you don't
have to come over, Dave,

if you've got something
better to do.

- No, that's all right.
I'll be over in a little while.

You and I are gonna have
to have a talk.

- Whatever you say.

In the meantime, haven't
you forgotten something else?

- What's that?

- Well, aren't you gonna
play "Misty" for me?

- Yeah, I have
that one right here.

- Thank you, darling.

- And now we have a pretty one
for lonely lovers

on a cool, cool night.

It's the great
Erroll Garner classic,

"Misty."

And this one
is especially for Evelyn.

Just a second.

J'

Come in.

Hi.

- Hi.

- Cold night, huh?
- Yeah.

- But you got here anyway.
Stout fella.

- Look, Evelyn, there's
something we're gonna have
to get straight-

- It's amazing
what a man will go through

for a hot pastrami
sandwich.

- Now, l0ok--
- Wait a minute.

You haven't told me
how nice I look.

- Well, you look fine.

- The lady at the store
guaranteed you'd flip.

- Now, listen,
can we talk?

- Wait. First...

surprise.

Don't you like them?

- Yeah, they're great,
but the--

- Oh, don't spoil
my fun, darling.

I love to give you things.

It's "Madame Butterfly"
time.

First, friendly
neighborhood geisha

remove honorable shoe--

- Stop it!

Now, we've gotta talk!

- Have I clone something wrong?

- I'm just trying to be straight
with you, that's all.

- Oh, be nice to me instead.

- Jesus Christ.

- I don't understand.

Are you trying to...

say you don't
love me anymore?

- I never told you
that I loved you.

- Well, not in words, maybe--
but, Dave,

there are lots of ways
of saying things

that have nothing
to do with words.

- I'm sorry
you read it that way.

- It's that other bitch,
isn't it?

- What are you talking about?

- The picture in the silver
frame in your dresser.

- Look, that picture's
got nothing to do with you.

- What does have to do with me?

- I never lied to you.

- Big deal, he never
lied to me.

Well, what do
you want for that,

the Congressional
Medal of Honor?

- So long.

- What am
I supposed to do,

sit here all dressed up
in my little whore suit,

waiting for my lord
and master to call?

- No one asked you
to wait for anything.

- You're not dumping me,
buster blue-eyes!

- Get off my back, Evelyn.

- Get off your back?
That's where

you've been
keeping me, isn't it?

You're nothing!

You're not even
good in bed!

I just felt sorry for you,
that's all!

Bastard!

You poor,
pathetic bastard!

- Hello?

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean
those things I said.

Will I see you tomorrow?

- You don't
listen, do you?

- Oh, let me come over,
if I could--

if I could just see you,
just talk to you.

- No, Evelyn.

- But I love you,
David, I love you.

David, if I could just--

- Hey, what's the matter?

- Nothing, why?

- Come on,
you haven't heard

one word I've been
saying to you.

- Yes, I have.
I heard everything you said.

- Oh, you did, huh?
All right, tell me.

- You don't believe me, huh?

- Go ahead.

- Okay, wise chick,

we're supposed to go to a party
at Big Sur tomorrow night,

and I'm supposed
to meet you there

at 9:00.

And the address is...

I didn't tell you that.

- See how you are?

- I don't know myself yet.
I'll call you tomorrow
about it, okay?

- Okay, you call me
tomorrow.

- Hey, um, honey?

- Mm-hmm?
- We better go.

- Oh, we're just getting
to the best part.

- Yeah, but I've
gotta pick Anjelica up at 6:00.

- God, how the pain
is setting in.

- Come on.
She's a very nice girl.

Anyway, she's moving out
tonight.

- Now, that's
about the best news

I've heard in years.

- And Madalyn's
moving in.

' Madalyn?

Oh...

- Oh, shit.

What's going on?

- Don't tell me
it was asleep?

- But what else at this
hour of the morning, huh?

- Oh, I'm surprised
his conscience was that clear.

- What do you want,
Evelyn?

- "What do you want, Evelyn?"
"What do you want?"

Do I have to want something?
Can't I just come over?

Or is it inconvenient?
- Now wait--

Could it be
I've made a boo-boo?

Could it be that somebody's
been sleeping

in Papa Bear's bed?!
- Wait a minute, god damn it!

- Come out, come out,
wherever you are!

I thought...

Oh, God, don't look at me
that way, Dave.

- Ijust don't know
what to say to you.

- I'm sorry
I mistrusted you.

I should've known you'd never
do anything to spoil it.

- To spoil what?

- What we have
between us.

- We don't have
a goddamn thing between us.

Now, how many ways am I gonna
have to say this to you?

- I don't care
how many ways you say it!

It's not true!

- What do I have to do
to convince you?

- It's not true!
Oh! It's not!

What're you doing?

- I'm gonna get dressed
and drive you home, that's what.

- Oh, why are you
playing these games?

Why are you pretending
you don't love me?!

- I don't even
believe I'm hearing this.

But I love you!

- You haven't got the vaguest
idea what love is.

We don't even
know each other.

- Wait a minute.

You don't have
to do that.

I'm okay.
I can drive home.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.
I'm fine.

Let me just
wash my face, huh?

- You ready?

You okay?

Evelyn?

Evelyn?

Oh, n0...

How's she gonna be?

- Well, I've sutured
the wounds.

It wasn't quite
as bad as it looked.

- It couldn't
have been.

- You know, Dave, uh,

I'm supposed to turn
a report in on this.

- But you won't.

You see, Tobie's back,

and I'd rather be
the one to tell her

and not have her reading
the paper somewhere.

- I didn't know that.

I'll tell Marie,
we'll do the spaghetti number.

Is somebody gonna
be around here today?

- Me. I'll be here.

- I bombed her out
pretty good.

Better let her sleep it off
before you take her home.

- And how long will that be?
- It's hard to say. Why?

- Well, I'd like to
take Tobie out tonight.

- N0 problem.

She'll wake up
sometime this afternoon,

5:00 or so.

- Is she gonna be
all right?

- Well, the cuts were
really pretty superficial.

- N0, I mean do you think
she'll try it again?

- Chances are against it,
but I'd watch her.

I wouldn't leave her alone
if she seems unusually

depressed or insecure.

Better get
some sleep yourself.

You look like hell.

Call me if you need me.

- Hey, thanks, Frank.
I really appreciate it.

How're you feeling?

- Okay. Fine.

- Here.

- Thank you.

- I brought you
a little soup.

- Hey, looks good.

I don't know what to say.

It frightens me
thinking about it.

- Well, don't think
about it.

- Oh, I don't mean me.
I mean you.

Girl commits suicide
in disc jockey's home.

It's not very good publicity
for a man in your position.

- Get some rest.
As soon as you feel better,

I'll take you home.

- Thank you, David.

- I got your clothes hung up
in the closet there.

- Maybe you'd
better answer the phone.

- Yeah, I'll get
it in the other room.

Hello?
- Hi.

Hey, Ijust wanted to check.
We still on for tonight?

- Yeah, I'm all dressed
and ready to go.

What time's the party?

- Well, Madalyn's
already left,

and she won't
be back for a long time,

and I was just thinking...

would you be
terribly disappointed

if we didn't go
to the party

and just
stayed here instead?

- Oh, well, I think I can
bear up under it.

Don't be too long.

- That's me at the door.

- David...
- Huh?

The way I look at it...
to hell with Sausalito.

' BVe~bye.

Ican't... no...

no...
- Evelyn?

- Aaah!

- What's the matter?
Take it easy.

- Oh, I had a dream.
I was drowning in the ocean,

and I called to you,
but you just stood there,

watching, watching.

- It was just a dream.

- Oh, God, I'm so alone.
Hold me.

Hold me, Dave, please.
Please.

Oh, yeah,

yeah.

Tighter...

tighter.

Don't let me go.

Don't let me go.

David!

I woke up,
and you were gone.

If you have something planned
for tonight,

you could
just take me home.

Maybe that'd be best.

- No, no,
there's nothing.

- Good.

Oh...

Isn't this nice?

Just us here together.

- Oh, here we go again.

Stone cold dead
in the market.

Must've been
quite a party.

- Oh...
- Whoo.

- Go away, Birdie.

- Any other bodies, any other
juice heads around here?

Come back tomorrow,
will ya, or next year?

- I'd better take
the work bench.

All right,
break it up in here.

Looks like old times
'round this place.

' EVeh/n?

Evelyn?

- Lose something, Tiger?

- Uh, look, Birdie, you couldn't
find it within your heart

to come back at
a later time, could you?

- This is a later time,
Pussycat.

Paying you back for
the clay I blew last week.

Evelyn?

Evelyn?

- Very funny, Birdie.
Very funny.

- What I can't
figure out is,

with all this kind of action
going on in here,

what are you doing
out there couching it?

- What is this, some kind
of Kinsey report?

Do I come over to your house
and ask a lot of dumb questions?

- Well, you just oughta,
Pussycat.

It might
open up a whole new

way of life to you.

- Hold it.
Let's try to show
a little class, shall we?

Mr. Garver's residence.

Oh, I'll see.

D0 you wanna talk to
Madge Brenner?

- Uh, yeah,
I wanna talk to her.

Thanks.
Hello?

- Hello, Mr. Garver?
Madge Brenner.

We liked the tape on your show,
like it very much.

There are one or two
others still in the running,

but, frankly, why can't
we have lunch today?

Windjammer still good?

- Yeah, it's still
very good.

- Reserve
a table in your name.

See you then,
Mr. Garver.

- Great. Bye-bye.

- Looks like
we found Evelyn.

"Good morning,
darling.

Gone shopping, back in a flash
with the hash."

Oh, there's
humor in there.

"Love ancl kisses,
Evelyn."

And then it says,

"If you can't find
your keys, don't worry.

I borrowed your car."

- Here's your key,
here's your copy.

That'll be
4O cents, please.

Thank you.
Have a nice clay.

- David?

I stopped by my Pia--

- Hi.

- Don't you look all
gussied up?

Well, good.
I was gonna cook brunch,

but this calls for something
more festive.

How about the Marquee?

My treat-— after all
- N0, no. I have--

I put you through,
it's the least--

- I have
a lunch date, business.

- Business.
- Yeah, can I have my car keys?

- Sure.

- I think you oughta
take it easy, anyway.

Get some rest, huh?

- Yeah, yeah,
I do feel a little tired.

Very funny, Dave.

Now, let's talk show.

Tell me, what do
you think of the concept?

The unstructured,
loosey-goosey,

Monterey pop,
Woodstock kinda thing?

- I like it.

I like it very much,
and I think I can handle it.

- So do I.

I'll keep this to promote
your new career with.

You'll be working with kids,
bright and marvelous,

but they take
handfing.

You know, if this show goes
the way I think it's going to,

there's no reason in
the world why--

- Well, isn't this cozy?

- So, this is your
business lunch?

How's business?

- Friend of yours?

- Just another trick, honey.
- That's enough.

- Is that
your idea of a dish?

My God, she's a little old
for you, isn't she?

What is this, "Be Kind
to Senior Citizens Week?"

- Get outta here.
- It's not that I mind

you being a bastard,
but do you have to be such

a tasteless bastard?

Stop it,
you son-of-a-bitch!

She couldn't get laid
at a lumber camp!

Stop it,
you son-of-a-bitch!

You're hurting me.

Stop it,
you dirty bastard!

Oh... stop it!

Dave!

Oh, no.
No, no, no. N0!

Don't leave me.
Don't leave me.

She's nothing,
nothing, nothing!

I love you!
- Get her outta here, man.

- Please, I did it because--
- Where to?

--I love you,
I did it because I love you.

Don't you understand?
I love you.

- Where to, Mister?
- Move!

- Because I love--
Dave, please.

- This is a private beach.
- I wanna talk to you.

- I don't wanna talk to you.

Are you drunk?

- No, but that's not
a bad idea.

- Why, David?
- Why, what? Drunk?

- No. Why last night?

- Well, that's what I came
to explain to you.

- Okay, good.

But I think we should
understand each other.

I'm not
very happy with you.

- Well, that's fair
enough, Tobie.

- Whatever it was,
you could've called me.

- N0, I couldn't.

- Why not?

- I couldn't tell you
the truth last night.

I'm not gonna
lie to you anymore.

- Now, Why'd you have
to say that?

- And I just didn't
want to take a chance

she'd try it again.

- What if she does?

- Well, I swear to you,
if she ever tries it,

I'd just let her
go right on ahead.

- Oh, God.

Oh my God.

What in the...?

- Aaah!

- Oh, God,
help me!

Please,
somebody help me!

- Help me, somebody!
Oh, God!

Help me!

- Get back, buddy.
- Hey, I live here, man.

- Is she your
housecleaning lady, Garver?

- Okay, boys,
let's take her out.

Watch your step.
- Birdie.

- It's gonna
cost you double

to clean up
this mess.

- Watch your step.

- Dave Garver?

- Yeah.
- I'm Sgt. McCallum.

Any ideas?

- About what?

- Well, uh, about
your girlfriend in there.

- Hey, that's not
my girlfriend.

Let me get that
straight right in front.

- More or less a casual
acquaintance, you say?

- That's right.

- Just dropped by
to hack up

your wardrobe
ancl your cleaning lady,

is that what you're trying
to tell me?

- I'm not trying to tell you
anything, Sergeant.

- Well, now,
maybe you ought to.

The lady almost got
herself killed.

Ancl I'm stumbling around

in my stupid way
trying to find out why.

- Well, what'll
you have?

- This Evelyn Draper,
where did she come from?

- I don't know.

- What about her family?

- I don't know that,
either.

She just listens
to my radio show,

and we met one night,
that's all.

- Practically a stranger?
- That's right.

- Then how does she happen to
have a key to your front door?

- I don't know that,
either.

- You know,
it boils down to you don't
know a helluva lot, do you?

- What it boils down
to is I'm getting

kinda sick
of your questions.

- Ancl so am I.

But they get upset with me
down at the store

when I don't ask them.

Just take her through,
I'll be right along.

- Right.

- Take her through what?

- Booking.

- What she really needs
is psychiatric help.

- Really?

Now, look, uh,
those cuts on her wrists...

- Don't know anything
about those.

- Oh, uh, there's
one other thing--

- I know. Don't leave town.

- What I was gonna say,
why don't you play

some Montavani sometime?

- Didn't know you liked
the show, Sergeant.

- I don't.
I like Montavani.

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Hey, all right!

- For those of you
who may have

played brass instruments
in high school,

you know that was
triple-tonguing, man.

Let's give his tongue
a nice hand.

- He might be the fastest tongue
in the west.

- Come on.
- All right, I'm coming.

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Way-Out Willie J'

J' He got a cool little chick
named Rockin' Nellie J'

J' Now, he can walk
and stroll and Suzie Q J'

J' Ancl do that crazy
hand jive, too J'

J' Papa said, "Willie,
you'll ruin my home J'

J' You and that hand jive
have got to go." J'

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come on, now J'

J' Hand jive J'

J' Doin' that crazy
hand jive J'

I Mama, mama,
look at Uncle Joe J'

J' He's doin' that hand jive
with sister Flo J'

J' Grandma gave
baby sister a dime J'

J' Said, "Do that hand jive
one more time" J'

- What do you say?

How about
something to eat?

- I've gotta pick up my
roommate, Annabel.

- Madalyn's
your roommate.

- I found my man,
and I'm moving out.

- Ancl Annabel's moving in?
- Right.

- J' Way-out Willie
gave them all a treat J'

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J' When he did that
hand jive with his feet J'

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- Thank you.
Thank you for coming!

J“

- Ancl that was the Cannonball
Adderly Group,

and they're making it happen
at the Monterey Jazz Festival,

along with Duke Ellington,
Woody Herman,

Joe Williams,
and many others.

Still got tickets for
Sunday night,

so get on out there,

because that's
where it's happening.

Now we're gonna hear from
the Gator Creek Organization

and "Feelin' Fine."

KRML, Dave Garner.

Hello?

- Pla y "Misty" for me.

Da vid ?

I didn't mean
to shake you up.

I'm sorry.

Pretty stupid of me.

I've been released.

Therapy-- it was a bad dream,
but it's over.

- Where are you?

- The airport,
San Francisco.

I've only got a minute or two
between planes.

Got a job in Hawaii.

- You're all right
then, huh?

- Fine, David, fine.

Ijust wanna say how sorry
I am about everything.

- Forget it, I have.
- I hope so.

"Because this maiden, she lived
with no other thought

than to love
and be loved by you."

- Are you near a radio?

- N0.

But play it for me anyway.

J'

- Hello?
- Garver?

- Yeah?
- Sgt. McCa/lum.

Sorry to wake you,
but something's come up.

- Yeah, I know.
She just

paid me a visit
with a butcher knife.

- Why? Because she was
released on parole,

pending further
legal action.

- When?

- A week ago.

- Well, I sure
like the way

you broke your ass
to let me know about it.

- Ijust found out
about it myself.

- Well, who's in charge
down there, anyway?

- Now, look,
do you wanna help find her,

or would you ratherjust
sit there and bellyache?

- All right.

- Well...

now, exactly what did
she say to you?

- I told you.
She said that she was well

ancl that she was
going to Hawaii.

- Well, what else?

- I already told you.
- Well, tell me again.

- You know, Sergeant,
you really make lousy
conversation.

- You make lousy coffee.

Now, come on, what else
did she say?

- Nothing, except, uh...

- Except what?
- It was nothing.

It was a line from a poem.

- What poem?

- Well, ifl knew that,
I'd know the line, wouldn't I?

- Well, try to remember.

- You know, McCallum,
it's getting late,

and you're sounding
very monotonous.

- Well, now, you know,
you're not exactly

my idea of
a swinger date, either.

- Good night, McCallum.

- Hey, uh, what happened
to the Montavani?

- The what?

- Well, I heard the show.

But I never did hear you
play the Montavani.

- You really did
listen to the show, huh?

- Oh, friend, if we had
a TV down at the station,

I'd break my arm before
I'd turn your show on.

- Thanks a lot.

- Just hope we're
lucky enough to grab her

the next time she tries it.

- Tries what?

- To kill you.

- Yeah, and if you're
not lucky enough...

- That'd be hell.

The guys
down at the station

would have to chip
in and buy a TV.

- You're a great comfort,
Sergeant.

- You will change
the locks, huh?

- Hi.

Nothing like a nice,
brisk walk in the woods

to put roses
in a girl's cheeks.

How are you?

- Not so good, honey.

' Oh?

- She's back.
- Who?

- Evelyn Draper, the girl that
tried to kill Birdie.

- How can--
how can she be back?

I thought they put her
in a state sanitarium.

- They did,
but they let her out.

- But does that mean
she's all right?

- Theoretically.

- What happens now?

- I think you and I oughta
stay away from each other

for a couple of clays,

just in case
she's tagging after me.

- She's already following you,
isn't she?

- I don't want you
to worry about it.

I can handle myself.

- Yeah, so could Birdie.

- All right, then,
you stand by.

Well, they're all set
to trace the call.

Now, when she phones,
you just mention her by name

right away-- Evelyn--

and they start
to trace her.

Ancl all you gotta do after that
is just keep her talking.

- 15 minutes before the hour
here at KRML,

and here's "It's Not Unusual."

- I guess it hasn't
come to you yet, huh?

- What?

- What she said.
Over the phone last night?

Part of
a poem or something.

You told me you were gonna
try to remember.

- I thought I had it,
but I've forgotten.

Is it that important?

- Until we pick her up,
everything's important.

What's wrong?

- I'm worried
about my girlfriend
with all this going on.

They're so damn isolated
down there.

I'm thinking
the best thing to do is just

call Al Monte and have him
sub for me.

- Now, look, the only
chance we got

is when
she phones in here tonight,

ancl you've gotta be here
right on that mic.

- If she phones--
- She will, believe me.

But only if you're here.

I'll tell you what
I'll do--

if it'll make
you feel any better,

I'll go over and check your
girlfriend's house myself, okay?

- I'd sure appreciate that.

Oh, she lives in the Highlands
on Spindrift Road.

I think it's the fourth
or fifth house down.

Williams is on the mailbox.

- Why don't you phone her?

Tell her
to be expecting me.

- McCallum?

Thanks, huh?
- Public servant.

- Hello?

- Hi.

Just checking in.
You all right?

- Marvelous.

I'm just getting ready
to do my nails,

and I got
your program on.

Ancl Annabel's
in the kitchen

making a couple
of coffee grogs.

What more could a girl
ask for?

No, honey, really,
everything 's fine.

- There's a Sergeant McCallum
who's gonna drop by
for a second,

just to see if you're
buttoned up all right.

Let him in
but nobody else, okay?

- Okay. Hey, David?

You wanna play something soft
and dreamy for us?

- You got it.

Bye-bye.

- Bye, hon.

- Hey, Annabel,
how's that stuff coming?

- Now here's something soft
and sentimental

for Tobie and Annabel.

- Hope you like
cinnamon in yours.

- Whatever's right.

- Annabel.

- Good, huh?

- Mmm, too much.

- So's this.
- Thank you.

- Just one thing.
Do you mind?

- No, be my guest.

- The eyes are wrong.

David's are more--

how shall I say--

colder.

- I didn't know
you knew David.

' Hmm?

- I didn't realize
you and David were--

--were friends.

- Friends?

Oh, no, not friends.

Not friends.

God, you're dumb.

J'

Because this maiden
she lived with

no other thought
than to love

and be loved by you.

- Tobie?

We're waiting for you, David.

- This is Dave Garver
with a little verse,

a little talk,
and five hours of music

to be very, very nice
to each other...

- Careful.

Careful.

I might
put your eye out.

I'll bet David loves
your eyes.

Ancl your hair.

Does he run his fingers
through your hair?

Have to get you
all nice for David.

For David.

I hope he likes what he sees
when he walks in here,

because that's what
he's taking to hell with him.

- Miss Williams?

- McCallum?

- Mmm.

J'

And now here's a pretty one

for lonely lovers on a cool,
cool night.

It's the great
Erroll Garner classic,

"Misty. "

And this one is
especially for Evelyn.

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