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Thanks, amigo.

I found her.

What, right now?

About 10 feet away. Yeah, him, too.

Well, tomorrow afternoon,
if I can get a flight out of here.

Room number?

I gotta tell you, I feel like a...

137.

Yeah.

Hey, finding her was the hard part.
The rest is easy.

Hurry!

- Jeff?
- Huh?

Do you love me?

Yeah.

Of course I love you.

I mean, it's okay if you don't.

Wouldn't be here if I didn't.

Let me guess. My parents sent you.

I'm gonna tell my father
you were manhandling me,

and he's not gonna be happy about it.

- I feel like sending up a flare.
- Oh!

What the hell is going on?

- What the fuck are you doing?
- It's no concern of yours.

Look, pally, take your hands off her,
all right?

- Come on.
- Hey!

You ought to take lessons, pally.

Now listen, she's 17 years old.
I'm taking her home.

Don't try anything.

What should I do with this?

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, mister.

- I'm really and truly sorry!
- Give me the gun.

You're not gonna die, are you?

Oh, God, they're gonna throw me in jail!

Are they gonna throw me in jail
in Mexico?

- Coffee?
- No, thanks.

- Cigarette?
- I quit.

- All right, then, let's get started.
- Okay.

It's October 20, 1997,
at approximately 0127 hours.

This is a tape-recorded interview
being conducted at...

My name is Harry Ross,

and here is the way my life has gone.

First, I was a cop,
then a private detective,

and then a drunk.

Also in there somewhere
a husband and a father.

You'd think with all that

that the world would lose
its power to seduce,

but you'd be wrong.

- Harry?
- Yeah?

Honestly, Harry.

- Did you see me in The Last Rebel?
- Yeah.

And you saw me in The End of Desire.

Yeah.

Then I think you've seen everything
there is of me to see.

I also remember a movie
your husband made.

He shot 12 guys with a six-shot revolver.

I ain't gonna argue
with that kind of marksmanship.

Well, it's safe to turn around now.

- Got a light?
- Yeah.

I'm also short a cigarette.

Thanks.

- What's your ration for the clay?
- Seven. Eight yesterday, six tomorrow.

- How many so far?
- Twelve.

- Including this one?
- Oh, no, this one doesn't count.

If you don't light it yourself, it's free.

Harry?

My wife's never gonna sleep
with you anyway.

You might as well come up here
and play cards.

If my lame brained husband asks you

if I'm still angry with him,
the answer's yes.

What's he clone now?

Oh, the usual. Bouncing checks,
making withdrawals without telling me,

not listening
to his doctor's recommendations.

In short, being Jack.

In short, being Jack.

One game.

I gotta go into town
and get this thing fixed.

- How much do I owe you?
- $4,600,000.

- How much?
- $4,500,000.

And change.

Harry, I don't mean to be critical,

but pink shirts with the
little polo players on them?

It was a gift.

Beware of the person
who gave it to you.

- You gave it to me.
- Really? Me?

Are you sure?

Said you picked it out yourself.

Thanks.

By the way,
how much do you get these clays?

- Not much.
- No. I mean for detective work.

I told you,
I don't do detective work anymore.

I want you to run an errand for me.

Give this to a woman named
Gloria Lamar.

Here's the address.

Put it in her hand, okay?

I suppose you think it's blackmail, right?

Well, it's not.

You satisfied?

I hope this isn't going to be a problem

'cause I'm not carrying a gun
these clays.

No, it's not gonna be a problem, Harry.
Don't be such a wimp.

Look at it this way. It's a lot less
bother than to have to go to Mexico.

Which reminds me.
You never actually paid me for that.

- You're living here rent-free.
- I'm working here salary-free.

Don't worry about that. I'm keeping
track of exactly how much I owe you.

That's what worries me.

I gather you don't want Catherine
to know anything about this.

You gather right.

Gin.

Dick.

"There's nothing that concentrates
the mind like the prospect of death."

Samuel Johnson.

I'll do the math, if you don't mind.

It's official.

I'm no longer in remission.

I'm trying to count here.

Doctors are suggesting something
they call aggressive therapy.

I have

respectfully declined.

My wife is very angry with me
at the moment.

She says I'm taking
the coward's way out.

I have a year, ten months, maximum.

You okay about this?

No, as a matter of fact.

Hanging-

What?

It's the prospect of hanging

that concentrates the mind.

You don't think you're
the only guy in America

that watches Jeopardy, do you?

Hey, Harry, did you ever figure out
why the dryer overheated?

It didn't overheat. It caught fire.
There's a difference.

The reason it caught fire

was 'cause nobody in this house
cleans out the lint trap.

And this didn't help.

You know, Harry, you think you're
a member of this family, don't you?

Well, you're not.
You're just the hired help.

Harry.

Do me a favor on your way back.

Will you stop at the market
and get some basil?

Sure.

You do know what that is, don't you?

That green stuff
in the produce department?

Jack in some kind of trouble?

Don't worry about it.

- If he were, would you be there for him?
- You bet.

What about me?

Would you be there for me?

What do you think?

I think it's a dumb question.

Gloria Lamar!

Miss Lamar?

Hey. I was supposed
to meet Gloria Lamar here,

and I was supposed
to deliver a package.

The one thing that you can count on
if you're a private investigator

is that any time a client says,
"You don't need to carry a gun,"

that's when you ought to bring two.

The guy was dead all right,

but before he was dead,
he was a very sick man.

As it turns out,
his name was Lester Ivar.

He was a retired cop.

Anyway, I went to the address
on his driver's license.

It was a run-down joint called
the Sun Rise Court over in Monte Vista.

The back door was open
so I let myself in.

Okay, Lester, talk to me.

All right! Hands up! Hold it right there!

Interlace your fingers behind your head
and slowly walk forward.

Yes, sir.

Turn around.

- Don't move.
- It's all right.

Harry?

Verna?

It's been a long time.

Been a real long time.

Catalina.

Cuff him.

- Jesus Christ.
- What's the matter?

- See that guy over there with Verna?
- Yeah?

- Hey, Harry.
- Carl.

- That's Harry-fucking-Ross.
- So?

- What's your worst fear?
- Getting shot.

- And getting shot where?
- Inglewood?

Not that kind of where.

Oh, shit.

He goes down to Mexico,
he's looking for this runaway kid.

When he finds her,
she won't come with him.

Somehow she gets a hold of
the dumb son of a bitch's gun,

and whammo!

So she shoots him in the click?

Blew it right out of the hangar
is what I heard.

Captain?

Yeah.

- Harry, it's great to see you.
- Since when?

Hey, sure, we've had our differences
over the years, but time heals...

Captain, you think we can get started?

Sure. Sure.

If Harry feels up to a few questions.

If I feel up to a few questions?

Captain, I'm sure Harry doesn't want to
be treated differently from anybody else.

Right, I can understand that.

Well, then.

What exactly were you doing
at Lester Ivar's house?

I was waiting for Lester.
I was supposed to meet him there.

- Why should I be treated different?
- My point exactly, Harry.

And what was your business with him?

He was doing a surveillance.
He wanted me to take the night shift.

That's all I know.

- Am I missing something here?
- Missing? No.

- Do you work for Lester Ivar often?
- Now and then.

Mostly when his asthma kicks up,
he gives me a call.

And are you aware
that Lester Ivar was murdered today?

No. I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, here's the thing, Harry.

One half hour after Lester is killed
at a flophouse over on Palmetto,

we find you in his apartment,
which had been ransacked.

So that could be construed
as breaking and entering.

Now, you say you were working
for Lester,

but the fact is you let your license
expire a year ago.

- I better call a lawyer.
- Relax. We're not after you.

A man with his own cross to bear.

Cross, to bear?

You think that I...

Harry, Harry,
I think that'|| be all for tonight.

There won't be any more questions,
and if we have any more,

we certainly know where to find you.

- Isn't that right, Captain?
- Sure thing, Lieutenant.

- Okay, what's going on?
- Nothing. Nothing's going on.

- Hey.
- What?

We worked together, remember?
We were partners, among other things.

- Harry, cut it out.
- My ass.

Look, nobody thinks
that you killed Lester Ivar.

That never stopped you guys
from reaming my ass before.

Well, we just cut you
a little slack this time, that's all.

"A little slack"?

I let my goddamn license expire
a year ago.

All right. Everybody knows
what happened in Mexico.

- I took a bullet in Mexico.
- Oh, Harry, please.

- Lieutenant, can I have a word with you?
- Be right there.

Harry, I'm really sorry about everything,

and...

Just know, I'll always be there for you.

You may not know this,
but back when I was still a cop...

Hey, Hotshot.

...I had but one ambition,

and that was to get
into the fair Verna's knickers.

Not being able to do so was one of a
series of professional disappointments

that drove me into the private sector.

People told me
you were more fortunate.

You must be confused, Raymond.

Oh, Lord, I do hate a modest man.

- Care for a drink?
- I could use a cup of coffee.

If we have to.

Jack Ames send you down here
to look after me?

The cops called the Ames house
to verify your address.

Jack wanted me to come down,

make sure they hadn't
electrocuted you yet.

I appreciate his confidence.

- Want some milk or sugar?
- No, not for me.

You want some thinner?

No, thanks.

You know, back when I was working
security at the studio,

it was a full-time job
keeping Jack Ames out of trouble.

No, no. Doctor's orders.

If there was an actress
he missed boinking,

I don't know who she was.

You know, they all loved him,
even after he dumped them.

I mean, the man had the gift.

Their husbands took a dimmer view,
if I remember.

Well, they would.
Especially Catherine's.

Billy Sullivan. Yeah, it hurt
poor Billy's feelings so bad,

he swam out to sea
and never swam back.

Of course, he also lost a bundle of
money gambling about the same time.

You lose a woman like Catherine

and a whole lot of money
in the same week,

you can begin to feel sorry for yourself.

I can see how you might.

Never having had either.

I used to think that Jack Ames

was about the luckiest man
I'd ever run across.

Looks like he's run out of luck, though.

Cancer's what I heard.

Well, looks like we all
run out of luck in the end.

Your prostate started acting up?

Not yet.

Something to look forward to.

I guess I better get on my horse.
This is late for me.

Sad, ain't it?

You tell that Verna
if she ever gets the urge

to hump an old man, she can hump me.

I'm in the book.

- Under "hump."
- Under "hump."

- All alone?
- I have my thoughts.

Piss-poor company, though.

- This way it don't count.
- Oh, Harry, you're a pal.

I was kind of hoping to talk to Jack.

Oh. And here
I thought it was my company.

Jack took a sedative and went to sleep.

Something got him terribly upset
this afternoon.

I have an idea

that maybe you might know
what happened.

Right. That's why people hire you,
because you're mute.

Where's Mel?

She came home for about 20 minutes
and then went out to work.

She's got a night shoot
on a low-budget film.

She asked me
a very interesting question.

She wanted to know
why the hell you're still living here.

What'd you tell her?

I was mute.

Did you ever hear of a guy
by the name of Lester Ivar?

No.

Somebody killed him today.

I'm sorry. Was he a friend of yours?

No.

- Never heard of him, huh?
- No.

You're lying.

You knew Lester Ivar.

You were at his apartment
this afternoon.

Find what you were looking for?

What are you talking about?

What's that perfume you wear?

The reason I ask, it was still
in the air when I got there.

Harry, a lot of women wear
Bal a Versailles.

Smells different on them.

I can't help but notice
how familiar you've become

with everything in this house.

You know what I think?

I think you're right.

What a guy. I piss you off,

and you're out of here
in the time it takes to pack one bag.

My husband would need
a couple of vans,

maybe a whole army of movers,
and it'd still take him two weeks.

Got a light?

Thanks.

- The thing is, we're broke.
- No.

I'm broke.

You and Jack are overextended.

I'll explain the difference
to you sometime so you'll understand.

The thing is, we're broke,
and my husband's dying.

And I thought that I could

gut it out, you know?

Kind of hold everything together
the way...

So that there'd be enough time.

So that he could die in peace,

but that doesn't seem like
it's gonna happen.

Goddamn fucking thing.

Goddamn fucking...

- Here. Let me...
- No.

Okay, go. I don't know why you've been
sticking around so long for anyway.

You don't?

Don't forget your lighter.

I remember the first morning
that I met you.

I opened the door, and there you stood

in an old blue shirt
with a frayed collar, and...

Whoever cut your hair
forgot about this little part right there.

I bet you don't even remember.

Well,

in the first place, it wasn't morning.
It was afternoon.

The maid answered the door.

And you and Jack were having
lunch by the swimming pool.

He gave me a picture of Mel.

And I don't

even think you said hello.

I suppose you're gonna tell me
you don't own any blue shirts.

No, I got a bunch of those.

I know. I remember.

Harry! Harry, I can't breathe!

I can't find Cath. Help me!

Jack! Jack.

Jack! Jack.

Oh, Jack. Jack. Jack.

Live, you son of a bitch.

Live.

- Cath, I tried to call you.
- I know.

- I got 911.
- Don't talk.

Here's the tank.

Harry. Harry.

You're a pal.

Son of a bitch!

Get out, Harry. Just get out. Go!

Cath, how could you?

How fucking could you?

- Watch the walls, guys.
- Okay.

Coming up on the stairs, Joe.

Daddy!

Sweetie, call Dr. Hayes.
Tell him we're on our way to Cedars.

- What happened?
- Mel, you're in the way.

Excuse me, miss.

- Hello.
- Mr. Ames?

He's not here right now.

- When do you expect him?
- I can't say.

This

wouldn't be Gloria Lamar, would it?

The reason I ask is that Mr. Ames
gave me a package to give to her.

- Well, that would make you Ross.
- Right.

Mr. Ames is anxious that Miss Lamar
get this envelope.

Is there some place we can meet
where I can give it to her?

- You know the Santa Monica Pier?
- Yeah.

One hour from now
at the water pistol range.

How will I know who you are?

Blonde, big. Mucho hair, mucho tits.

I can't wait.

- A buck, huh?
- Yeah. Wanna try your luck?

- Your name wouldn't be Ross, would it?
- Right the first guess.

A woman called earlier,

told me she'd be waiting
for you under the pier.

Fuck! Shit! Piss!

Look at that. A $40 pair of shoes ruined!

No good deed goes
un-fucking-punished!

That's what I get for...

- You Ross?
- Hiya, Mucho.

You better have an envelope
for me, handsome,

'cause I got sand in my pantyhose,

and that does not improve
a girl's disposition.

Wait a minute. Hold it.

I went to a place on Palmetto Street
to meet a Gloria Lamar.

Instead, I find a guy
by the name of Lester Ivar

with a bunch of bullets in his chest.

Hey, it's a violent world.

If you don't believe me, watch television.

Yeah, but I got to explain
that to Mr. Ames.

I'd prefer to know what's going on.

Hey, I'd prefer to have met
with Mr. Ames in person.

I'd prefer to have been born
a natural blonde.

Let's not even get started on the subject
of what we'd prefer, okay?

The point is, if Mr. Ames wants me
out of his life, I get the package.

No package till you tell me
what you know about Lester Ivar.

- That wasn't part of the deal.
- This is a new deal.

Fine. Have it your way.

Here.

- Hold my shoe.
- Sure.

Then I think there's something
you ought to see.

I liked the old deal...

That hurt!

Like I said,
no good deed goes unpunished.

Ain't that the truth?
Remember Mexico, pally?

Mel's little friend?

You see?

I've been taking lessons
just like you told me.

Excuse me,
but did we or did we not agree

that you weren't gonna show your face?

I know what I'm doing, okay?

Smart. Real, real smart.

You know where
I've been taking lessons?

In jail.

Yuma, Arizona.

Have you ever been to Yuma?

Well, that's where they put me
after your friend, Mr. Jack Ames,

had me arrested
for transporting a minor.

You wanna learn to kick ass,
there's no better place than Yuma.

Is this gonna take all night?

Okay. Come on.

I need you to wake up, pally. Listen.

I want you to tell Mr. Ames that this

is just a down payment
on what he owes me.

Can you remember that, pally?

- Are you finished?
- Yes, I'm finished.

- Did we or did we not make a plan?
- Yes.

What is the point of making
a plan and going over it

if you're just gonna say "fuck it"
when it suits you?

Gloria, why are you always so negative?

Oh, shit.

Hey!

Hey, chief, wake up!

Hey, wake up, man.

You can't stay here.
The tide is coming in.

- Harry. Harry, it's me, your old partner.
- What?

Somebody beat the shit out of you.

It's lucky I came along,
otherwise you would've drowned.

But I saved your life.

Don't worry. You can thank me later.

So I'm sitting in a limo in
the parking lot at the Santa Monica Pier.

I'm on the job.
Some rich kid, sweet sixteen party.

And who do I see
but my old partner Harry Ross?

We are not partners.
We were never partners.

Hey, I'm telling you the story
of how I saved your life, okay?

Hey, it's not nice to interrupt.

Where was I? Oh, yeah.

So I'm sitting there waiting.
I see you go down to the beach.

I figure you're gonna need
some backup.

- So I'm cool. I pick my spot.
- You what?

I wait, just like you taught me.

After a while,

I see these two people come out
from under the pier,

and there wasn't any sign of you.

So I think to myself,
"Hey, this doesn't look so good."

So I go down to the beach,
and there you were.

And that's when I saved your life.

Let me get this straight.
I was down there

getting the shit kicked out of me,

and you were up
in the parking lot, waiting?

And you call that backup?

- Hey, I got a good look at them.
- I got a better look than you did.

When are you gonna
get it through your head

that I'm not a private investigator
anymore?

Hey, man, you can't just quit.

You were the best, the greatest.

Okay. Okay, maybe not the greatest,
but you were good, man. Real good.

We were a hell of a team.

Reuben, we were never a team.

I mean, every once in a while
I gave you some legwork,

which you usually screwed up.

That does not make us a team.

Listen, Harry,
you got to let me in on this case.

I can't take this job anymore.

If it's not the freeways,
it's the dispatchers.

If it's not the dispatchers,
it's the clients.

- Speaking of which, where are the kids?
- What kids?

The sweet sixteen kids.

You think they're still there?

- I would look.
- Oh.

Listen, boss,

if you ever get into a jam,
you need some backup again,

you give me a call.
Any time, clay or night,

I'm your man.

Nice place you got here.

I'm glad you like it.

I have to hand it to you, Harry.

You always manage
to land on your feet.

Verna, I live over the garage.

Jack Ames owns the place.
I just work here, more or less.

You need stitches.

I brought his daughter back from Mexico
a couple years ago,

and I was in, well, pretty bad shape,

so he let me hole up here.

Then he got sick, and I was helping out.

Well, that's the best I can do.

Actually, there's more to it than that.
It's time I was leaving.

That's that actress.

- Catherine Hayward, right?
- Yeah.

Didn't she used to be married
to that actor?

Oh, come on, he disappeared.
What was his name?

- Billy Sullivan.
- Yeah, that was it.

That was 20 years ago.

Bet she doesn't look like this anymore.

Hey, she's...

She's okay.

Okay, Harry, what are your plans?

Got no plans.

Oh, come on. What are you gonna do?

You gonna go back to work?
You gonna renew your license? What?

Verna, I was a cop for 20 years.

I was a private investigator for five.

I started out

with a wife and daughter,
and I ended up a drunk.

Slept in the office
and showered at the YMCA.

You think I wanna go back to that?

Besides, I'm getting rusty.
I'm a danger to myself.

I know.

What's that supposed to mean?

- You used to be a better liar.
- Really?

Lester Ivar didn't have asthma.

He had emphysema,
which you would have known

if you ever worked for him.

I'm sorry, Harry, but we're gonna
have to question Jack Ames.

- His wife, too, probably.
- He's really sick.

Come on, Harry. This is a murder case.

Lester Ivar was the investigating officer
when Billy Sullivan disappeared.

Lester Ivar was on the force
for 30 years.

He must've had a thousand cases
like this.

What makes this one so special?

You, Harry.

You're the guy who showed up
at Ivar's house.

You're the guy who led me here.

Like you say, you're getting rusty.

About the only person I could think of

who might be able to help me
was Raymond Hope.

Plus he owed me.

Either that, or I owed him.
I couldn't figure out which.

Anyway, it was Raymond
who pulled me off the barstool

that I was living on two years ago,
and introduced me to the Ameses.

Seen in a certain light,

everything that had happened
since then was his fault.

Maybe I'd tell him that.

- You always were a show-off, Raymond.
- Harry?

Damn. I almost peed on one of the few
remaining friends I have in the world.

Hotshot.

Your sprinkler frizzed,
or are you just lazy?

Harry, don't you know better
than to walk underneath a man...

Jesus. Look at you.

Well, somebody disagreed with me
from behind.

No shit. Let's go find the son of a bitch
and disagree back.

- You any tougher than you look?
- Hell, yes.

- At least I used to be.
- I used to be.

- We all used to be.
- Then have a drink.

- You still a bourbon man?
- Take a ginger ale if you got one.

Do I look like a man who'd have
a ginger ale?

- Water.
- That I can handle.

- It gonna bother you if I drink?
- Go ahead.

Nice place you got here.

Sure beats Los Feliz.

You're up above the smog.

Well, I like to think
I'm up above a lot of things

since I retired.

So, you were playing things
pretty close to your vest last night.

Are you in trouble?

Oh, nothing I can't handle.

- It's just that...
- Jack.

Yeah, I figured that much.

And you wanna talk to me
about Jack and Lester Ivar.

Okay.

You probably already know
that Ivar was the investigating officer

when Billy Sullivan killed himself.

Can't call it suicide.
They never found a body.

The LA Times called it a suicide.
That's good enough for me.

- But not good enough...
- For Lester Ivar.

Yeah, Lester didn't believe in good luck,
never having had any himself.

Oh, Billy's suicide was good luck
for Jack and Catherine.

With him out of the way,
they could get married.

Lester just couldn't believe the way
how it all worked out so smooth.

I have never been
a great believer in luck,

not as a way of explaining things,
that is.

Anyway, he's dead now. End of story.

Would be

if he hadn't passed those suspicions
on to Verna.

Forgive me, Harry, but it sounds like
he passed them on to you.

By the way, I heard a rumor

I didn't want to believe was true,

so I thought I'd just ask you directly.

The way it was told to me,
when you were down in Mexico,

you were bringing the Ames kid back,

she... She...

She shot your pecker off.

Harry.

Harry!

Harry!

No.

I'm fine.

But thanks for telling me.
That explains a lot.

I'm glad to hear it.

Keep me posted, huh?

Like you said, Jack and I go way back.

If there's anything I can do for him,
I would.

And, Harry,
I'm glad nobody shot your pecker off.

Me, too!

Me, too.

How you feeling?

Well, my husband had a heart attack,

and the doctors ordered him
to stay in the hospital,

and the nurses advised him
to stay in the hospital.

I pleaded with him
to stay in the hospital.

So naturally, he's on the way home.

That's not what I meant.

I know what you meant.

- Fact is, I...
- Catherine?

The ambulance is here.

Excuse me.

Harry, you wouldn't be falling in love
with my mother, would you?

Poor you.

I'm curious. What kind of man

fucks his dying best friend's wife?

Not a good one.

How long has this been going on
between you and Catherine?

I bet you've been sleeping together
ever since I've been sick.

One night.

If you had an ounce of decency in you,

you'd have left this house by now.

Catherine know
you're being blackmailed?

There's precious little
that Catherine doesn't know.

And what she doesn't know,
she suspects.

I'm the one that never suspects.

I delivered the envelope
to Gloria last night.

She's lovely. You ought to meet her.

Good.

So it's over.

It is over, right?

I kept the money.

She's got the restaurant section
of the phone book.

Why?

Why, Harry, why didn't you just do
what I asked you to do?

Because the first time
I did what you asked me to,

somebody emptied a 9mm Automatic
in my direction.

And the second time, Gloria,

she brought along a pal.

Jeff. You remember him, Mexico?

The guy that ran off with Mel.

You had him thrown in jail in Yuma.

He sandbagged me.

Oh, he left you a message.
He said that was just a down payment.

Been a busy little beaver, haven't you?

Playing detective.

Fucking my wife.

What really happened to Billy Sullivan,
Jack?

Oh, Jesus Christ. You're fired, Harry.

Now I'm curious.

How are you gonna fire
somebody you never paid?

- I'll find a way.
- Okay.

I guess this is goodbye.

Hey. Sit down.

I want you to find this guy, Jeff,
and deal with him.

You owe me.

Harry.

You haven't said you're sorry.

You haven't been listening.

- Where is he?
- Where is who?

Where's Jeff?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't give a rat's ass
what you think about me.

This is not about you and me.
It's about your old man.

Harry, you were a cop.

- How do you know who to trust?
- You don't.

Not if you're a cop.
You learn who not to trust.

It's a tricky life.

Jeff showed up a couple of weeks ago.

And he didn't have a job
or any money or anything,

so I gave him the keys
to the ranch house.

I told him it was just till
he got back up on his feet.

It was a pretty dumb thing to do, right?

Listen, Harry. I'm sorry, okay?

I know I've kind of been
a pain in the ass.

I didn't mind.

I didn't much like it
when you shot me, though.

The Ames owned a place
north of the city.

None of them had been there in years.

You might think they had forgotten
about it,

but how do you forget about a house?

Then again,
maybe they hadn't forgotten,

or maybe they were trying to forget.

Maybe there was a reason
not to sell a $1,000,000 property

even when you're hard up for cash.

Somebody else had apparently
come to the same conclusion.

Somebody who thought
they could dig up the past with a shovel

without knowing where to dig.

Somebody who wouldn't have to
break in because he had a key.

Somebody without much interest
in housekeeping,

but with a serious appetite
for barbecued chicken wings.

Somebody not too bright,

with a lot of time on his hands,

and the kind of patience you learn

doing time in places like Yuma, Arizona.

Okay, pally.

Ross and Escobar
Confidential Investigations.

"Ross and Escobar"?

I thought your name should go first,
amigo. Hey, but sooner or later,

you're gonna have to start
pulling your own weight.

Hey, I'm gonna need some backup.

How soon can you meet me
at a place called Garvey's?

This time of night? 15 minutes.

Remember the pier?
Remember the guy that was there?

Well, I'll be inside with him.

If we come out together, follow us.
If he comes out by himself, follow him.

And, Reuben,

being backup
means being there when I need you.

I can't be underneath the pier
getting the shit kicked out of me

and have you up on top
doing surveillance.

You think you can handle that?

What? What, you think I'm a fuck-up?

15 minutes.

- Guess you didn't drown, huh, pally?
- Nope.

That's good.

You know, I got that envelope home,
and guess what?

No money.

- You know how that made me feel?
- Silly.

- Stupid. Incompetent.
- Pissed.

No kidding?

You know who else was pissed?

Mucho.

You think I'm trouble?

You don't even wanna see
Gloria when she's mad.

Maybe this would help.

Yeah.

You mind if I take a peek?

I mean, I already got a phone book.

That's good.

Have a seat, pally.

You know what?
I'm all clone being pissed.

You know what? I'm not.

Mama Cass died choking
on a chicken bone, you know?

- Everything okay over there?
- Too much Tabasco.

Why doesn't this surprise me?

Hi, Mucho.

Pally here ought to look for another line
of work besides blackmail.

He don't have the knack.

I don't have the knack?
She's the one who doesn't have the knack.

Ask whose idea
this whole fucking thing was.

God, you've got a big mouth.

Ask whose idea it was
to track down Ivar

and look for something
on the Ames guy. Go ahead, ask her!

- Gloria, where are the Q-tips?
- We don't have any.

You can't find anything in here!

Oh, man!

- You know, I could sue you for this!
- Put some ice on it.

Put some ice on it?

That's the best you can do, huh?

Jesus.

Hi, Shelly, it's me. Yeah, I'm upstairs.

Listen, could you bring me
some of those Percodan?

- Yes, now.
- Boy, you sure can pick them.

It's a knack.

Whoa. Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa.

Do you realize what I went through
to get that money back?

- You got the money?
- Yes.

Where is it?

God, you are so pathetic.

You mind telling me
how you fit into all this?

I'm his parole officer.

Like he said, we located Ivar.

Found out he had a soft spot
for Wild Turkey.

Once we got him talking
about the old Billy Sullivan case,

we couldn't shut him up.

Said he'd have solved it 20 years ago

if they'd given him
a court order and a bulldozer.

They way he figured it,
the body had to be buried out

at that ranch that Ames owns,
the one nobody goes near anymore...

That's when I got the idea to call Mel.

You know, get her to let me stay
at the ranch house

so I could look for the body.

I tried to explain we didn't really
need to find Billy Sullivan's corpse.

We just had to convince Ames
we knew where it was buried.

But I might as well have saved
my breath.

Okay, listen up, you two.

There's $10,000 in this envelope.

I got no interest in seeing you go
to jail, and neither does Jack Ames.

But I'll tell you one thing.

You're gonna get out of LA,
and you're gonna stay out.

Get a move on. We don't have all night.

Listen, do me a favor.

If there's any more trouble,

leave her out of it, all right?

I still don't understand why you
don't put some ice on that nose.

Will you stop singing that, all right?

You think you can be all nice to me,

and I'll forget what you did.
But I won't, all right?

I got a long fucking memory, pally.

Right, your memory's
about an inch longer than your click.

That's very funny, Gloria.

Yeah!
You should take that act to Vegas.

- Jeff!
- Get down!

No! No.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, man,
I was just doing what you told me.

You said don't stay on top of the pier

while you're getting the shit kicked
out of you under the pier.

So that's where I was, under the pier!

Mucho?

God.

- I'll get an ambulance.
- No.

Stay with me.

Stay with me, please.

How is he?

I never learn.

All my life, I picked the losers.

I know better, too.

Jesus Christ.

Sure you wanna be
in this line of work, huh?

Jack, it's me.

What do you think that house of yours
is worth?

Well, somebody's gonna
have to stand bail for me tonight.

And, Jack, one other thing.
I am fucking fed up working for you.

Lieutenant Verna Hollander, please.

I'll wait.

I'm going to pretend
that you weren't here tonight,

which is almost true.

Verna?

It's me. Hold on a second.

Hold this for me.

Go on home. I'll call you.

Verna, listen.

I got a real mess.

Yeah.

There's two of them.

They're dead. You better get up here.

You expect anybody to believe this?

Okay.

So, just between us, the truth.

For old time's sake?

Did it ever strike you
this is a lousy way to make a living?

You start out thinking
you're going to win a few,

but mostly, it's...

It's just like tonight,

watching people run out of the

little bit of luck that they got left.

You think you're going to beat the odds,
but you don't.

Or not very often.

Excuse me, Lieutenant. Just want to
let you know the Captain's on his way.

God help you, Harry.

- Let me go, Verna.
- Not a chance.

Give me 24 hours. I will find
the son of a bitch. I promise you.

You hear that?

That's my career
if I let you walk out of here.

I screwed up,
right from the very beginning.

Two people are dead because of it.

I mean, you got to give me some time,

so I can find whoever did it and,

I don't know,
square things up at least a little bit.

Hey, what's-your-name,
get him out of here.

- Yeah, but the Captain said...
- I said, get him out of here.

Harry.

Reuben, I need you to meet me.

36001 Mulholland Highway,
it's right above Canyon.

How soon can you get there?

Okay, and...

Reuben, bring my gun. I might need it.

You mind telling me what it is
we're supposed to be looking for?

Well, I guess not.

Listen, boss,

- I got to tell you something, okay?
- Sure.

I hope you're not going to be mad
at me, but...

The thing is...

After we crack this case,

I'm thinking maybe I'm going to find
another line of work,

- if that's okay with you.
- It's okay with me.

I don't know, man...

Watching that lady die tonight,

I can't get it out of my head.

Yeah.

I know you have been counting on me,
but...

I said it was okay.

You don't think that I'm, like, a coward?

Not for a second.

I guess we can still be friends, right?

I mean, we can still...

Harry?

Oh.

What do we do now, Harry?

Cover it up.

Hey, I know I'm the one
that keeps flunking the PI Exam,

but when something like this happens,
aren't you supposed to call the cops?

- I said cover it up.
- But that's a bullet hole.

- Don't you wanna know who it is?
- I know who it is.

You know, Harry, the thing you just
don't get about Jack and Catherine

is they live for each other.

It's like they have the starring roles
in their own lives,

and you're just a bit player.

Me, too.

But it's their love story, not yours.

You don't get to kiss the girl in the end.

She's somebody else's girl.

You'll be pleased to know
that I've decided to go ahead

and do the chemotherapy.

It worked before, so,

you never know.

At least I thought you'd be pleased.

We found Billy Sullivan last night.

Or what's left of him.

Well, I guess I've been expecting that
for 20 years.

Look, you can think what you like.

It wasn't murder.
It wasn't like you murder somebody.

Catherine and I had fallen in love.

As you know,
Catherine's easy to fall in love with.

Eventually, Billy found out about it
and came after me.

I was staying out at the ranch.

Suddenly, I turned around, and there
he is, so drunk he can hardly stand up,

swearing he's going to kill me.

The swimming pool was empty.

You should've heard the sound
his head made when he hit the bottom.

You should've seen the way
he just lay there and didn't move.

One second, that's all it took,
and a man's life was snuffed out.

You are good.

You are very good.

And I would've believed you,
except I saw the corpse.

What are you talking about?

There's a bullet hole
in the back of his head.

- That's impossible.
- Nope.

Did you bother to go down and look
and see whether he was alive?

Of course not.

Because there was blood,
and there was a body,

you didn't want any part of it.

You just wanted someone to
come along and make it all go away.

So you called Raymond Hope.
What'd he say?

— Told me to get the hell out of there.
- And he'd come and clean up the mess.

But Raymond lived in Los Feliz
back then.

It would've taken him, what,
an hour to get there?

Who else you call?

If you harm her in any way at all,

I swear to Christ,
I'll come back from the grave,

and I won't be in a fucking wheelchair,
either

Quick, come look at the sun.

See it hanging there just half an inch
above the horizon?

It looks like it's going to
be there forever, doesn't it?

- You look tired.
- Yeah. I am tired.

I'm tired of people getting killed.
I'm tired of being lied to.

When have I lied to you?

When you acted
as though you loved me.

Whereas,
it turns out I love my husband?

Is that what I'm being accused of?

I never made it a secret
that I love my husband.

- Enough to kill for?
- You bet.

You feel better now that
we've cleared all that up?

- I don't feel worse.
- Well, then,

why don't you just ask me
some more questions then?

Feel free.

- And you'll tell me the truth?
- Yes.

- Did you kill Lester Ivar?
- No.

Next question.

- Did you have him killed?
- No.

Next question.

Did you kill Jeff Willis
or have him killed?

No. Next.

Twenty years ago,

when Jack called you to tell you

what had happened to Billy Sullivan,
did you...

Did I drive out to the ranch,
find Billy still alive,

put a gun to his head,
and pull the trigger?

No.

I said I loved my husband enough
that I would kill for him, Harry,

not that I did.

Now let me ask you something.

Do you believe me?

I'll tell you what I believe.

I believe that you're smart,

and you're beautiful and rich.

I believe that life has worked out for you
in ways that it doesn't for most people.

I think people like you
get used to having it work out for you,

and after a while, you begin to

think that you are entitled
to all the things that you got.

Do you think I care about
anything in this house but my husband?

You think...

You think people like me
care so much about things

that we would kill for them?

Is that what you think?

That I just care about things, Harry?

Is that what you think?

That I care about all these things?

All these fucking goddamn

things?

Then maybe people like you
shouldn't get close to people like me.

Do you want to come inside,
or do you like it better out there?

When was the last time
that we went fishing?

You tell me.

It's too long.

Let's go.

Right now, you and me,
head down to Baja.

Fine. Let's have a drink first.

Got some ginger ale in the fridge.

- I'll take bourbon.
- Things that bad?

You told me I might learn something
that I didn't want to know.

Catherine.

You going to turn her in?

I thought about it,

then I decided to go fishing instead.

That would be the sensible thing.

I mean, screw it.

Everybody pretty much
got what they deserved.

If we leave soon,
we could be deep in Baja by morning.

We ought to take the Explorer.
That beater of yours will never make it.

You know, and Lester Ivar
was a crooked cop.

It's my hunch
he was trying to shake Jack down.

The marlin ought to be
running about now.

I know a guy who'll take us out

for 80 bucks a clay
and a case of American beer.

But the funny thing

is that,

you know, Lester lived in a rat hole.

You'd think if he was on the take, he'd...

I mean, you'd think he'd have a place
that would be more like...

More like this.

You haven't touched your drink.

Raymond, this is not easy,

but you did a lot more
than clean up Jack's mess, didn't you?

Not a lot more.

Billy Sullivan was going to wind up
in a wheelchair the rest of his life.

I ended his misery, Harry.
I did him a favor.

You see, I think that on that long drive
out to the ranch,

you began spending that money
that Jack was going to pay you

to keep him out of jail.

I think that

you bought this place in your head
on that ride.

And then, when you got there,

you found out Billy Sullivan wasn't dead.

You knew you were going to lose it
before you got a chance to move in.

They really got to you, didn't they?

I can understand about Catherine.

A woman like that can twist a man's
pecker into a knot, I'll grant you,

and Jack's a charming guy.
But I got to ask you, Harry,

don't you ever get tired
of the beautiful people?

Doesn't it ever bother you that the
Jacks and the Catherines of this world

can do as they please because
there's always guys like you and me

who clean up after them?

Jack Ames couldn't get blood
out of a sock

with a washing machine
and a gallon of Clorox.

Me? I can get blood out of a sock.

That's what I do.

I clean up messes and I get paid for it.

You imagine it different, Harry,
but you're the same as me.

You think it was Catherine
who seduced you.

It was both of them, Harry.
It was the whole package.

I know.

I was the same way.

Let's face it, there's them,
and there's us.

And right now, the thing for us to do
is go fishing.

I'd like to, Raymond, but...

Do you know how many times
I didn't kill you the past couple of clays?

Okay.

I'll wait until I get into town
before I call Verna.

Make a run for it if you want to.

Oh, I can't do that, Harry. Not at my age.

Besides, for what it's worth,
you were right.

I couldn't give up this place.

Not then. Not now.

- Well, shit.
- I know.

It's a bitch, isn't it?

Good luck, Hotshot.

Good luck to you.

You know,
I can see your reflection in the glass.

It's funny the things you don't think
about when you're buying a house.

Oh, thank God.

I hate playing solitaire.
I can't stop cheating.

One hand for everything that we own.

- Do I have anything you want?
- Yeah, your health.

Deal them, for Christ's sake,
before you wear the spots off.

I had to shoot Raymond Hope tonight.

- Dead?
- Dead.

Turns out he killed Billy Sullivan...

So you can rest easy about Catherine.

I've always rested easy about Catherine.

If she had murdered him,

it wouldn't matter to you, would it?

No.

Is that the difference
between us, do you think?

Right, wrong, truth.
Doesn't mean anything to you?

Tonight, my daughter told me
that she loves me.

- Do you think that's true?
- I'm sure of it.

My wife says she loves me.

- Is that true?
- Yes.

Are you sure?

- I'm sure.
- Me, too.

And you?

You say you're my friend.

Is that the truth?

That's the truth.

I'm satisfied.

Enough truth.

You prick, you.

You've got gin, haven't you?

Fuck you.

- Just me? Not the horse I rode in on?
- Him, too.

- Here, let me give you a hand.
- I got it. I got it.

You know, Harry,
you don't have to leave.

Yeah, I do.

I do.

Do you mind hitting "play"
on the way out?

Who's that handsome devil?

See you.

You never had any real education,
did you?

Drop by anytime you feel like it.

I mean it. I'm feeling a lot better.

I may just beat this thing yet.

Nobody races unless I say so.

That's why I'm here.
That's why they made me the coach.

Yeah, you ski fast.

You race, but you're reckless.

You rack up.

That's it?

That's it.

Okay.

All right. That'|| conclude the interview.

It's October 20, 1997. It's 0600 hours.

But that's not quite it. Is it, Harry?

No, not quite.

You know, after my daughter cited,
I started hitting the sauce pretty bad.

And it became obvious that
my wife and I weren't going to make it.

It was Raymond who took me in,
let me sleep on his couch.

You could always count on Raymond.

While I was talking to Jack,
you were talking to him.

You told him about Lester Ivar.

You had him take care of
Willis and Gloria.

I never asked him to kill anybody.

Yeah, but you knew he would.

Tell me, does it bother you

that all those people would've
been alive if it weren't for you?

My husband is still alive.
That pleases me.

And I don't really think I'm to blame
for anything you've clone.

Harry.

Still love me?

Love you, too.

So, Catherine Ames gets away with it?

Not really.

Oh.

Somebody ought to get away
with something.

You want to buy me a cup of coffee?

Oh, yeah.

So, how about the Captain? Any fallout?

Well, let's just say I'm not expecting
a promotion anytime soon.

Fuck it. It's only a career.

- But no discipline?
- No.

Well, I got some vacation time coming,
and it was strongly suggested I take it.

Hey.

I've been thinking about
going away myself.

I remember Catalina. That was nice.

How about a return engagement?

Maybe.

Oh.

Verna, I never knew you cared.

- Just checking.
- That's fair.