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Welcome back.

You are so beautiful tonight.

Oh, man.

Thank you.

I've visited.

I mean, I've just been waiting for this moment for so long.

It's...

I want it to be perfect in every way.

It is, Brad.

Oh, it is beautiful.

It is beautiful.

This is a good fit.

We are going to have a wonderful life together, Elizabeth.

I promise you.

Oh.

And the timing couldn't be more perfect.

Mortgage rates are down, the market is depressed.

I mean, it couldn't be a better time to buy a house.

Now, but we're not getting married for six months, and...

I love my townhouse.

Yes, and I love mine, too, darling.

But I tell you, we can get locked into a 30-year fixed at 9%.

I mean, that's damn good, honey, and it's not going to last forever.

I don't know.

It feels right to me, darling.

How about you?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Honey.

Oh, my God.

Elizabeth?

No!

Honey.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Oh, my God.

Honey.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Don't tell me.

Tell me, how do you feel?

Like a bloodthirsty, savage killing machine.

And it's getting worse, Dr. Wilde.

In court last week, I kept seeing myself lifting up my skirt in front of the jury and dancing.

I mean, no underwear.

No pantyhose.

I mean, nothing.

Listen, tell me, what's wrong with me?

This isn't about right or wrong.

Your fantasies come from your unconscious.

Echoes of unfulfilled needs, unresolved conflicts.

What?

Needs and conflicts.

I mean, I'm a partner in the law firm.

I have a nice townhouse, a wonderful fiancé.

Perfect picture.

You've always done everything perfectly.

Yes. Perfect little girl.

Perfect student. Perfect lawyer.

Now I'm having fantasies of being ramble.

All right.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's build some hours.

Now, first up is mono data.

Uh, the date of the contract with CompuVent is, uh...

Oh, which contract, Brad?

The leasing agreement or the stock buyback?

The buyback.

Mono data is not contesting the leasing agreement.

Well, wrong. They're not contesting sections one through four, but they are playing the hardball of section five.

Damn, Elizabeth.

Now, you know this CompuData stuff backwards and forwards.

Do you have any ideas on how to cut through all this crap?

Of course. I know exactly how to cut through all this crap.

Yeah!

You concentrate on my work.

I'm snapping it for Brad.

I feel like I'm unraveling or something.

Snake shed their skin every now and then.

Why not people?

But I'm not a snake. I'm a lawyer.

Elizabeth, if you could be anything at all, what would it be?

I've never thought about anything at all.

Lawyers are much too methodical for that.

And if you weren't a lawyer...

As you were in prison, apparently, I was in the same room.

You spent your office in the same room.

That interest rates are staying down.

That's true. That's true. Bond's a dead.

I told you not to put the china in the dishwasher.

I didn't put the china in the dishwasher.

Well, someone did. Look at all the water spots.

I'm quitting the law firm.

Growth stocks.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. But which ones?

Those are fingerprints, smudges.

I'm going to be a private detective.

My broker is bullish on regional banks.

Finga, friends, out the eye, I've asked you to always wear gloves when serving.

Boxers and baseball players wear gloves.

And I'm not getting paid enough to be even.

Friday is my last day. I'm looking for an office this weekend.

My last case.

I should have done this years ago.

Elizabeth, this is crazy. You're a partner in the firm.

My father's firm.

Well, so what? You're giving up a life, a career, a future.

I'm changing jobs, Brad, if I were a man no one would think twice about it.

Honey, you are not a man.

And being a private detective is not something a woman should be doing.

That's what men said about voting and birth control.

You know what I mean. It's long hours, sleazy clients, sordid divorces.

Sounds like law, being natural.

Well, you obviously haven't thought about professional consequences

with the personal ramifications of what you're doing.

What personal ramifications?

Hours. I did not propose to a private detective, Elizabeth.

Are you marrying me or?

You, of course. I'm out with you.

Elizabeth Bentley.

It's not like I'm going to be running guns or huckles.

Well, you know, hook me an ex a lot more sense,

because at least you have some of the basic job skills.

Pardon me.

Is this 631 South Spring Street?

I'm, uh, looking for a...

Do you know where I can find a Mr. Stoffelowski Bernice?

What if I hold up Warren, you're killing me with these delays?

Look at the places that it's a sewer.

It's a hell of a hole, Warren.

Excuse me, Mr. Stoffelowski?

In a minute.

Look at this cesspool.

I couldn't rent these rooms to Iraq.

Excuse me.

What?

I'm Elizabeth Bentley.

Go what?

I called about the office for rent.

Hello?

Hello.

What if I fix her up?

All right.

Deloted with potential.

Charm by the yard.

This place is filthy.

What are you planning on doing in here?

Brain surgery?

I'm a private investigator.

And you're worried about this place being dirty?

Look, lady, you better jump on this.

I got a couple of Japanese guys on the string.

Do you hear hammering?

No.

I thought not.

Barn!

Welcome to the neighborhood!

Woo!

I didn't hear you, Nock.

I'm not a private investigator.

I'm not a private investigator.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Woo!

I didn't hear you, Nock.

And open doors always been an invitation around here.

So, you're the new tenant?

Possibly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We just started getting to know each other.

That's a classiest office in the joint.

And a clear decancy all the way to Academy.

Elevator's slow as a milk run to Del Mar.

Some things never change.

So, PI, huh?

I heard you talking to the super.

Looks, money, class,

and the money.

Looks, money, class.

It's a dame like you doing in that line of work.

I am not a dame, and would you put out your cigarette?

Why? Just start smoking.

It is impolite.

It's endangering my health, and it's against the law.

You had to polish up your bedside manner.

You'll need it.

You know your last bed long, you'll snowball in health.

What's your name?

I'm going to take the office.

Hmm.

Well, I'll need a check for first and last.

Want to use my pen?

No, I've got my own. Thank you.

Yeah, we...

We pull here and check this out.

Oh, there's a man upstairs.

About six foot, wearing a hat in his 30s.

Does he have an office here?

Do I look like a dating service?

I'd like to have a...

MUSIC

What are you doing here?

Morning, sunshine.

The place is really coming together.

I think I'll take it.

How did you get in?

Who cares? I'm here.

You ought to break out the champagne.

Aw, come on, jeez.

This is my breakfast.

And this is my office.

I want you out of here immediately.

Whoa, whoa, go slow, Pidge.

I got a job for you.

I'm your first client.

I don't want a job.

I want you to leave.

No can do. It's not that easy.

Ho-ho, you're wrong.

It's very easy. Very easy.

MUSIC

Just tell him to leave me alone,

or I'm going to call the police.

I mean, it's Pidge's back wing.

Come on, just tell him.

Tell him to leave.

MUSIC

Who?

Who?

Him.

That.

The person there in the chair.

Lady, this chair is as empty as a chapel in a whorehouse.

Like I said, it ain't that easy.

No, shut up.

Me?

Not you, not you.

You're the one who's babbling.

You know, Lady, if you're going to be a private investigator,

you might begin by investigating the right side of your brain.

MUSIC

Listen.

Listen.

Dr. Wilde, it's Elizabeth Bentley.

I'm having another hallucination.

I better come in tomorrow.

I'm no daydream, Lady.

I'm the real thing.

Name is Dick Payton.

I was a private dick.

This was my own.

Oh, boy.

This isn't happening to me.

I was walking a murder case back in 48 when I was knocked off.

What happened?

No!

Wait a minute.

Come back here.

Open the door.

We got to talk.

I want to talk to you.

I got you.

Hallucinations weren't enough.

Now I have a ghost.

What does that mean?

Let's figure it out.

Tell me about him.

Oh, he's disgusting.

He smokes for breakfast and calls me things like Paige.

Very different from your bread.

Different.

He's a Neanderthal.

But he's so real.

Sure he is.

In your mind.

No, no, not just in my mind.

I stopped by the Hall of Records.

He was a private investigator.

His office was in my building and he did die in 1948.

Okay.

You read about him somewhere and retained him in your unconscious.

He's part of my unconscious.

I must be so sick.

What should I do?

You say he talks to you.

Talk back to him.

See what you're trying to tell yourself.

What do you want?

Like I said, I was iced working a big case back in 1948.

Murder was never solved.

Until it is.

I'm stuck between here and a big racetrack up in the sky.

Stuck, why?

Some cockamamie story about Carmel.

Anyway, that's where you come in.

Me?

You.

I need help solving that murder.

A body out there in the world.

You're the first private I've had in this joint.

The greenest corn, but it's a start.

Oh, no, I can't help you.

I've got my own work.

Not work.

A PI's business comes from referrals from word of mouth.

Nobody knows you exist.

Look, I'm putting an ad in the phone book.

An ad?

Lady, you are not selling vacuums.

Listen.

Solving my murder unlocks one of the biggest unsolved murders in LA history.

You become the hottest PI on the coast.

I get to quit being a spook.

Oh, well, this is ridiculous.

I mean, I might have a few hallucinations, but no ghosts.

Well, you got one now, doll.

Prove it.

Do something ghost to.

Watch this.

What happened?

What happened?

Where are you?

I'm my next, Jim.

Stepping on your toes.

Oh.

Oh, right, right, right.

Then, uh, rattle a chain, rattle a chain, or make something move.

Change when I would drag it.

Then move something on my desk.

That picture, this picture right here.

This?

Who is this goofball?

Just do it.

Oh, yeah.

No.

No, no, no, no!

I've only been dead since 48.

I'm still a puppet's ghost, go.

Which is why I can't do much in the world.

I can't do much in the world.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

I don't need this.

I don't need any of it.

You ever hear of Lillian Carlisle?

No, and I don't want you.

Society are. It's worth millions.

Mary DeWarr here, named Edmund Carlisle,

who starts spending her money hand over fist.

She's tacking the purse strings, even threatening to dump the schmoe.

But she was murdered before she ever got the chance, pretty juicy stuff.

Am I getting to you?

Look, you crack that nut, lady.

You'll be front-page news across the country.

Are you listening to me?

No, I'm not.

I'm going to go home, make some chamomile tea, and take a hot bath.

I don't believe this. I am cutting you in on the sexiest case of the century,

and you're talking about tea and a hot bath.

Are you crazy?

I am not crazy, and you are going to go away before I am.

Don't blow this, lady. You want to be a private dick.

This is the chance of a lifetime for you.

And eternity for me.

Bye.

MUSIC

What are you doing here?

Sticking, do you like flight, pig?

If some sick part of me created you, then I uncreate you.

Hold on, Cookie.

You're not firing the butler.

You don't tell me where to come and go.

Yes, I do.

If something's calling me cookie and doll and bitch.

I mean, how would you like it if I called you?

It's just a...

Her gator, you're just another loose screw on the street.

Thanks.

The Carlisle murder, your hook, admit it.

You know, the papers never got inside the story, but I did.

I got close to something. That's why I'm dead.

MUSIC

Look, I've been waiting for years for somebody like you to come along.

You're the only ace I got on my sleeve. I need you.

MUSIC

Get in there, hi!

All right.

I can't get any stranger. Get in.

You mind opening the door for me?

You mean you can't just walk through it?

Older goes through all the fancy stuff.

Amazing.

A man who doesn't think he can do everything.

You understand, though, maybe I could get used to this.

Well, I couldn't.

All the newspaper reports said you were drunk when you drove off that cliff.

Sure, people always figured Dick's die from a bottle of the bullet. Not true.

Broad skill few, too.

Rods, you mean women?

Yeah, yeah. What is it with you... girls today?

I can't even say the word women, can you?

Sure, women, there. You're better now.

I can't say the word women. What are you talking about?

What are you doing here?

Well, I told you that I would pick you up at six o'clock and you're a half hour late.

Late? For what?

For the opera.

Fat women and tights? Hey, hey, we got work to do.

I can't, not tonight.

Oh, honey, we've had these tickets for months.

You asked me to bring your dress down.

And I can't wait.

You can wait.

And no, I can't.

LAUGHTER

OK, you can take it down.

Do you really want to go or not?

Oh, yes.

Of course I want to go.

I mean, I wouldn't miss madam butterfly for anything.

Oh.

Honey, are you feeling all right?

Fine.

It's just been a long day.

Tell me about it.

I've been in court from ten to three.

Give me a break, pal.

Six a.m. to six a.m. is a long day.

It'll take me two seconds to change.

Elizabeth, what are you undressing in there?

You know, I mean, I have seen you undressed before.

It's my office, Brad.

Oh, well.

Honey, honey.

You know, there is a precedent for this, Elizabeth.

At Will versus Brower.

The night we worked until dawn on the brief.

That cold marble table.

I didn't know you had it in you.

Miss Marble.

Shut up.

Honey, this place looks like something out of a cheap detective novel.

Well, that's because it's a dick's office, Brad.

It's a dick's office, Brad.

Well, you know, it'll probably be a lot nicer once you get a chance to clean it up.

I have cleaned it.

Oh, exciting news.

Philip and Carolyn Carlisle are joining us in our box tonight.

They are?

They are.

Yes, your father invited him.

See, he's just been named Secretary of Transportation.

Really?

What are you staring at?

You.

I'm not staring, darling.

The zipper is tricky.

There is really some kind of an outfit.

You like it?

Oh, it's nice.

Nice.

Nice doesn't even come close.

You are prettier than a sunset over San Pedro.

Very nice.

Very nice.

I mean, that's all just nice?

No, no.

It's... it's really attractive.

Wow.

And it's got away with words.

Ha ha.

Thank you.

Thank you.

There he was at the opera.

Hanging on every word, loving it.

Almost in tears.

He even knew the words.

I don't know why this surprises you.

You love opera.

He's a part of you.

He couldn't be a part of me.

Elizabeth, do you really believe that ghosts exist?

No.

I don't know.

I'd have to be crazy to believe in ghosts.

Well, you're not crazy.

So who is he?

I told you who I am.

Oh, yeah, right, right.

Nick Payton died 1948 P.I.

blah, blah, blah, blah.

But that is impossible.

I don't believe in ghosts.

Okay, okay.

What we need is some proof.

That's right.

What do you think you're doing?

Nick's a very delicate.

If I can make a mark anywhere, it's there.

Well, still this won't kill you.

Oh, that tickles.

That ting.

Oh, that's enough.

That's enough. That's enough.

There.

That's the best I can do.

You gave me a hickey.

You think a daydream could do that?

No.

Good.

Now, can we get to work?

L.A.

The real L.A. was a festering cesspool.

But it had style.

Like an exotic woman.

You never knew what to expect.

Well, some things have improved.

I can't believe the way you stared at her.

I mean, that if...

Disgusting.

Disgusting.

Anyone who gets dolled up like that is dying to be noticed.

That's just not true.

Modern women are tired of being treated like sexual objects.

Legs like hers are sexual objects.

Enough biology.

The Carlisle case.

Textbook stuff.

About a month after his wife was murdered,

Edmund Carlisle showed up in my office,

coming unraveling like a cheap sweater.

Well, you've read the papers and undoubtedly heard the rulers.

Is it American, Mr. Carlisle?

Here in the center, proven guilty.

Not in Los Angeles.

And not with my stepson, Philip, accusing me of murder.

And there's one other thing too.

There always is.

I'm...

Having them fair, it doesn't matter with me.

But...

If it gets out, it really put lumps in your gravy.

Well, the police are doing absolutely nothing.

I mean, for God's sake, I can't live like this.

You've got to help me.

Hope's just a kid.

Nobody's going to listen to him squawking.

But John did you something about the name?

Yeah.

I'm going to.

I'm going to break it off.

This woman, what was her name?

A man never asks.

What about clues or leaves?

Did you turn up anything?

Being a privatized kind of like making love.

You take your time to let things happen at their own place.

Let's get right back.

Anyway, Edmund set me up as an architect to do some work on his house.

Cover.

As soon as I started sniffing around, my gut started growling inside job.

And there was a house full of candidates.

Klaus, the chauffeur, an ex-Nazi for sure.

Edwards, the butler.

Could have been Jack the Ripper. You'd never know.

Rita, maid, the guy's in a body that said you wanted to be more than someone's domestic.

A kitchen staff.

Prince Juan Antoinette. Supposedly brother and sister.

What I saw didn't look much like sibling rivalry.

Philip had a breakdown after his mother's death.

Spent most of his time watching the grass grow.

But you had to wonder what was going on behind those eyes.

Philip Carlisle, he was Lillian's son?

First marriage.

My father's represented the family for years.

What a coincidence.

Anyway, Edmund didn't care for Philip too much.

Made it clear he thought the kid might have killed his mother.

But you didn't believe it.

Rule number one in the private dick business.

Never believe anything a client says.

Never turned down a decent retainer.

Didn't turn up much dirt till I started digging in Klaus's garden.

Yet a monkey on his back the size of King Kong.

I figured that'd give us something to talk about.

It did.

The

father's had his finger on the bullstead household.

Knew everything.

Seems Lillian Carlisle had a healthy sexual appetite like D'Italla.

She was having an affair?

Affairs.

She put her money on more than one horse.

I think it has something to do with her murder.

A jealous husband, a jealous lover.

Maybe.

But remember rule number two of the private dick business.

Never assume anything.

What's the rules in this business?

You need everyone.

Anyway, Lillian didn't let any grass grow under a pack.

Klaus drove her all over Southern California, snap in pictures.

He was blackmailing her?

Probably crossed his mind.

His habit was getting hard to afford.

Klaus mentioned a place used a lot in a beach house up in Pismo.

Said it was a place where Lillian played a lot of mattress tennis.

That's disgusting.

I drove up one night to have a look around.

But that's the lot so I could let myself in.

You pick the lock I'm dying to learn how to do that.

It's an art form.

The secret's in the fingertips.

What did you find inside?

Never got that far.

I ran into a surprise in the front porch.

I used the oldest set up in the book.

It's true.

The whole life really does flash in front of your eyes.

It doesn't last nearly long enough.

You're a very diligent flosser.

We're on our own.

That sounds like my father.

What do you know about Philip Carlisle?

Well, just what I read, filthy rich on a dozen boards on the top of every social A list and down.

His mother was murdered.

What?

When?

40 years ago. The case was never solved.

Good luck on your new job, darling.

Oh, Brad, that is...

Which makes you happy and it makes me happy.

That is so sweet.

Ciao.

I'm excited.

Oh, a...

A... vapor.

Yeah, I have one too.

See, so we can get ahold of each other wherever we are.

I'm much fun. That's nice.

That's nice.

I've been up since five running checks on everyone who worked for the Carlisle in 1948.

In 40 years, almost every man's died or disappeared, except for four Carlisle's.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I'm the pro here. I'm running this show.

You need me, remember? We're partners.

I'm never at a partner, especially not a dame.

It's like putting a cherry in a martini.

I am not a dame and I'm not babysitting some caveman who thinks all women can do is paint their nails and chew gum.

We're partners or we're nothing.

Okay, okay. We're partners. You satisfied?

It's a start.

Next, we should look at the police files on the murder case.

Dream on, your chances of getting into those files are smaller than an apple butt.

Exactly how big is a match, but...

What's that?

Oh, nothing, Lieutenant Rierge. I was just talking out.

I've got a lot of...

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

It is hot in here, isn't it?

Stuffy. Very stuffy.

Stuffy.

You read the files here. Nothing leaves this room. No photocopy.

Oh, listen to Mr. Rules and Regulations.

What's your interest, Lieutenant?

I'm writing a book about post-World War II Los Angeles.

We cover it.

The Carl L. Murders at the colorful part of that history.

Detective Riddin, you handled the investigation, didn't you?

Yeah.

I'd love to discuss it with you sometime.

Well, I'm only working for a time now, but why don't you leave a number?

Maybe we can arrange something.

Thank you.

I'm warning you these photos can be kind of rough.

Don't be silly. I can handle it.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Hey, hey, get back here. You want to be a private dick.

You better go with some thick skin real quick.

Open up this other file.

Let's flip through it.

I knew it.

This stuff is useless as an ice box in the neighborhood.

What do you mean?

All the important stuff is missing.

There's no evidence report, no record of prints, no autopsy on Lillian.

Well, what's this stuff?

Paperwork. Yeah, sure. Paperwork was done.

Photos were taken, but nobody did any real digging.

I think somebody torpedoed this case.

Really? Somebody higher up.

It's been with the youngest dick on the force.

It's hard to know who was pulling the strings.

Well, look, let's go through these papers again.

There might be something here.

What are you always writing? You know everything?

All right, let's see. Where are we?

We've gone through the police files, what the result of them.

I've run checks on the Carlisle staff.

I'll follow that up by accessing the Census Bureau

and the Federal Bureau of Records.

Accessing?

Yeah, with computer, it's amazing what you can do with it.

I prefer digging by hand.

One more thing.

Reardon also handled Edmund Carlisle's suicide.

We should talk to him about that, too.

We're trying to find out who killed Lillian,

me, not Edmund Carlisle.

It could be a connection.

It's not, period.

You're running around in circles like a hand dog on a first hunt.

And you're mixing similes.

You know what I mean.

I certainly do.

I'm just trying to be helpful. I'm sorry it threatens you so.

Hey, I'm dead. Nothing threatens me.

I do. I do.

I mean, you know, you're not used to women who can do more than

put on lipstick and garter belts.

Perfect, women. Who knew how to take things off?

Spare me the details.

I'm a little bit more lively.

That sort of thing just didn't appeal to Lillian as light as...

Oh, absolutely.

Man problems.

I figured it the first minute I laid eyes.

For your information, I have wonderful relationships with man.

You have two bits. Feed this thing.

What? Wonderful relationships with men like Brad?

Brad's not a man. He's a mouse.

When I was alive, a man was a man.

The women knew it. Like did they?

Ha, and if they didn't, you just clubbed them over there and dragged them into the cave, right?

No. They ran in under their own power.

Look, I'm sorry if I threaten you.

Let's get out of here. Small spaces always remind me of coffins.

I'm sorry.

Penny, the camera used to love this mug.

After the war, this joint was the hangout for every cop, dick, and D-A-N-L-A.

When I was working the Carlisle case, I hooked up with one of the girls of worst here.

Maggie O'Brien, the best looking taxi dancer in the place.

Taxi dancer?

Yeah, the girls got paid two bits of dance.

Copy, damn. Maggie bought the place.

Aw, Maggie. Maggie had it all.

Class, look, style, the works.

Took one good look at me, fell harder than the market in 29.

This place was like a second home. I stashed on my files.

And you think they're still here?

Yeah, maybe it's worth a look.

You know, I think that dog saw me.

Thanks.

Aw, yeah, things haven't changed a bit.

Yeah, obviously something the health department hasn't discovered.

Things started to heat up.

I hid most of the sensitive stuff in here.

And the crapper.

Come on, open the door. I'll see if it's clear.

Forget about it. I've seen it before. Come on.

We might.

Well, she wants you to go in there with me.

Hello.

Yeah.

It's all clear. Come on.

Sure follow up, go sit to the manager with some sleazy dance hall.

Makes perfect sense to me.

Come on!

Come on, come on.

I'll take you to the library later. Get in here and close the door.

Charming flower.

Oh, come on.

Oh, God.

What you got to do, you got to take this grade off the wall.

The flower was just inside.

You live up on the John. You can reach right up there.

Hey, you want to be a PI?

Eat a little dirt before you die.

Oh, but come on.

Right here. Get your hands in here.

That's it. Lift it off. It's not.

That's it. That's here. Let me get it.

Oh, God.

I forgot. I forgot. I'm okay. I'm okay.

Look inside.

Oh, my God.

Look, lady. I run a straight joint here.

Dance and drinks and nothing else. So just move it on out of here.

Jesus, Maggie.

You're in the years of bumpy roads. She's still looking damn good.

You're Maggie, aren't you? Nick Payton's girlfriend?

What the hell are you?

Elizabeth Bentley. I'm writing a book about famous LA detectives.

Famous LA detectives? And Nick's going to be in it?

Oh, that's rich. I wish Nick could hear that.

I bet his ears are burning. You knew him well?

You knew Nick for five minutes. You knew him well.

Yeah, my man got under your skin. Under your skirt.

Nick knew women all right. Too many women.

The night he died, we had to blow up one of his little twists.

Ronda Roberts.

Ronda by the ballroom with a bun in the oven.

She was pregnant.

I think it was the Hindenburg. Just about as attractive too.

Hey, Ronda was a dish. Miss Bekwam, a 44, smart too.

What happened?

Tossed him out on his keister. Told him to come back if he ever grew up.

Next time I saw him, he was wearing a carnation at the funeral parlor.

That's so sad.

I always hated carnations.

That's why.

So, yeah. Why do you, Nick?

You must remember the Carlisle murder.

How could I forget if that's all LA talked about?

Especially Nick. That was going to be his big break, he said.

I was going to put him on the map.

What did it do? I live.

You think Nick could have been killed because he was getting too close to something in his investigation?

Thought crossed my mind more than once.

Sure it did. Maggie knew me inside now. What's with the shake down?

I even went to reardon. The coffee was running the case.

He was always too busy to look at stuff I brought in.

What's tough?

Oh, part of Nick's case file.

Do you remember what was in it?

No. I'll look for it.

Hi, Ben.

Thanks, Maggie.

Call me if, um, if you find anything.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

Whatever happened to Rhonda?

Oh, I felt sorry for it. I gave her a job behind the bar.

After the baby was born, she moved on. We lost touch.

It sure was a cutie. You look just like his old man.

Hey.

Right nice things about Nick, huh?

Even if he couldn't keep his pants up, he was some kind of a guy.

They don't make men like that anymore.

What's happened to this, Berg?

I heard some things had changed, but this is unbelievable.

You heard things had changed? You mean, uh, ghosts can't see everything?

Yeah, more wives tales.

Not a clear day we can see some things, but mainly it's word of mouth from people crossing over.

Now, it used to be as close to heaven as drawing to an inside straight.

To this? This is like a bad hangover.

Tell me, tell me, what was it like back then?

Like a baby being born.

Painful. Not too pretty to watch, but the wonder of it took your breath away.

Mm, all romance and macho private eyes. I'm in wearing fedoras and trench coats.

You've been reading too many paperback novels.

So you worked up here?

Yeah. Whenever I got the chance.

Now, there should be some photos in there.

Yeah, right, those. They were given to me by the chauffeur.

Mrs. Carlisle and her stable of studs. Pretty tame stuff, huh?

Look, who's the man in the background wearing the ruffled hat? His face is out of focus.

This guy? The one in the LL Bean hat.

There must be a galker.

Then why is he in so many pictures? He's not just a galker.

Too bad he's always out of focus.

How'd it feel saying Maggie?

It was a long time ago.

Oh, no. I saw the look on your face. You were touched.

You never mentioned a baby.

Ever even saw the kid?

I bet you would have been a great dad.

You're blushing. That's sweet.

I'm just working up a sweat. The sun in a good case always did that.

Yeah, it is kind of exciting.

No. That's what makes life worth living.

Let's eat. I'm starving.

How is that an appetite when I was working?

Great. What do you feel like?

Pork ribs with barbecue sauce so hot it melts the fillings in your mouth.

Red meat, fat, cholesterol, it's bad for the heart.

Yeah, it's great for your soul, just what you need. You heard Maggie? I know women.

40 years ago you knew women.

Yeah, some things never changed.

Let me ask you something. You ever howl at the moon on Mahalen?

Oh!

Don't, don't, don't, don't!

That feels good.

Why did coyotes howl sound so sad and lonely?

Well, Indians said they howled at the moon because they saw the face of a lost lover up there.

Is that what you think?

You ask a lot of questions.

I'm a PI, that's my job.

Is it like being dead?

It's like that moment just before you fall asleep.

Feels like you're wrapped in warm gauze, calm, peaceful, bored.

The ribs, no opera, no urban decay.

Worse yet.

I'm a little bit nervous.

I'm a little nervous.

I'm a little nervous.

Worse yet.

No warm hands, soft necks and skin that smells like lilacs.

And no coyotes.

Alright.

You're turned out.

Me?

Yep.

Oh, no, no, it's just not me.

I put all my money on you.

Come on.

You never know to you try.

Oh!

There, see? I tried, okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a start.

It's gotta come from away, deep down inside.

Now I want you to throw your head back.

I want you to think like a coyote.

And just let go.

Come on.

There you go.

Ooh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

Ooh!

That was terrific. I think you woke up everybody in LA.

I think so.

Oh my heavens, where did that come from?

From your heart.

Strange neighborhood.

Not entirely.

I still know my way around.

Do you?

Right

Rowley algebra

Rowley algebra

I don't watch.

Out-waked outer.

Besides people are going to start to wonder about

a woman parking more their self than howling at the moon.

Oh my goodness.

I think that Maggie was right.

Don't worry.

They don't make men like you anymore.

What's that mean?

It's been so great.

Good morning.

Yeah, I kind of like it. It breaks me up.

Big white omelette.

Big white omelette. Just the way you like it.

Here you go.

I thought you hated spicy foods.

I know. I thought so too.

Oh, by the way, the Carliles have invited your parents and us to dinner on Friday.

Us? I've only met them once.

Yes, well, apparently they both liked you very much.

And I think your father is grooming me to take over Carlile for him.

Really? That must please you.

Yes, you bet. I'll be a senior partner.

And you won't have to work after the baby is born.

Brad, I love my work.

And we still haven't even discussed children.

No. I mean, not in so many words, no.

But you're talking about after the baby's born.

I know. I want kids.

So do I, some time.

But I'd like to be consulted about the process. Unless, of course, you're planning on having the baby yourself,

which knowing you, Brad, knowing you wouldn't come as a big surprise.

Elizabeth, what is wrong? What is bothering you?

You. You're bothering me, Brad.

What have I done? What is it? I don't know. Nothing specific.

It's just that you're so... No, no, you're so you.

I mean... Yes, yes, exactly. I mean, have you ever held at the moon?

I think I have a crush on my ghost. A crush?

I see.

Is that normal?

What is normal?

You're asking me. I've been howling at the moon.

The moon.

Do you know what this is?

It's a mild subcutaneous hematoma.

No, it's a hickey. He did this to me. His lips on my neck.

How does this crush make you feel?

Oh, like there's a hot love in my veins.

What should I do?

Perhaps you should start coming in every day.

Nice.

Nana's cops pinching couldn't cover the hay bill.

Ridden was almost friendly on the phone last night,

so they'd be glad to help me anyway, could.

They're including putting a knife in your back. Rule number three.

Don't trust the police, right?

Don't trust anyone.

Paul!

So, the Carlisle case.

I'm curious. It was a big case and not one arrest.

Why? Nothing panned out. That happens.

People have suggested a cover-up.

The LA was a different game back then.

You're played by the rules or you hung up your spikes.

Paul!

Even police detectives?

Watch out!

One always tries to sneak one by me.

He never does so.

I got eyes in the back of my head.

The anti-ochle show was for your benefit to scare you.

I worked.

I was the youngest detective on the force

when Louis and Carlisle died.

They dumped it in my lap and said,

figure it out, kid.

That's a big responsibility.

During the murder investigation,

I got to know Edmund Carlisle real well.

We played a lot of golf.

Got pretty tight, sort of a big brother thing, I guess.

He had problems.

Money.

And women.

Really?

He's ficed it to say Lillian got upset,

threatened to leave him, cut him off without a dime.

It made him crazy, maybe too crazy.

You're saying he killed Lillian?

After Lillian's death, he got real blue.

Depression?

He'll...

Either way, the suicide didn't surprise me.

You're sure it was suicide?

I covered up the body myself.

He put a bullet through his right temple.

Who told you to sit on Lillian's murder?

Good luck with your book.

I understand that mystery still do quite well.

That picture on the wall.

Did you notice anything strange about it?

Yeah, the fact that I was dressed like that let someone take their picture.

No, I meant to close, they were holding.

That's strange.

Edmund played left-handed.

Reardon said that Edmund shot himself through the right temple.

Not what his south bar would have done.

Reardon's too good a cop to miss that.

He's covering something.

He explained why he was talking to old Edmund killed Lillian's story so hard.

A red herring.

The size of Moby Dick.

Oh, Nick, we're on to something.

Car trouble?

Oh, no, no.

I was just fixing up my... just touching up my makeup.

Just touching up my makeup.

You were a lawyer, weren't you?

How did you know?

You ought to get back on that side of the law and leave this sanctity to the pros.

Who knows why I kept this so long?

I guess I didn't want to let go.

What's this?

Don't know. It arrived two days after Nick died.

I couldn't bear to look at it.

It's a note and a letter.

Nick, I think this letter will be helpful in your investigation.

Rita's been nothing but trouble around here.

There's more where this came from. It's signed Klaus.

It's a letter, say it.

My darling Rita, everything you say is true.

Lillian can destroy me, destroy us.

I won't let that happen. I swear it.

Your love is all I live for. It's signed Stuart L.

Who the hell is Stuart L?

Now I wish I'd shown the file to Mike R

Did you know R

Nick died two of us tangled for a while.

If Nick knew he'd croaked again,

well, Rarden was a nice enough kid, even if he was a cop.

And I was lonely.

Why don't you buy a hamster?

This letter is fantastic. It's our first big break.

Maggie and Rhett, I can't believe it.

The idea gives me heartburn.

It's not a heartburn, it's jealousy.

Jealousy? You're nuts.

It's all right to be jealous, you're only human.

Sort of.

Lassie, I love that music to dance to.

Brad thinks the big so much silly, he hates that.

Well, it seems we agree on something.

No, you're invisible, you can't lose silly.

Come on, come on, all of my things.

Look, in the car, when I hugged you, I was just excited.

Forget it, it's been a long time since a woman's thrown herself in.

That people are very stiff.

I didn't throw myself at you, that was a purely professional call.

You've been threw themselves at you?

Yeah, whenever the occasion called for it.

Rule number four.

Always makes a little pleasure for business.

I was dancing, Carol.

Oh, thanks.

I, I, I felt that.

And I can feel your hand, too.

It's more than just a tingle, like, like there's more of you.

Maybe some of you's rubbing off, probably.

I wonder if that works both ways.

We can try and find your son.

Maybe we ought to let that be on.

Don't you want to see him?

Yeah.

Too much to just, uh, see.

Morning, sunshine.

You scared me to death.

We should put a bell around your neck.

Rule number five in the bid.

Always make sure your back is coming.

Rule number one in law.

What are you doing?

Seeing what I can dig up on, Reardon.

What, what, what is this thing anyway?

It's my laptop.

Your laptop?

Well, my day, that was a whole other pleasure.

You come up with anything juicy?

I'm still looking.

You look like hell.

You've got a way with words.

It goes nice with your eyes.

That's an improvement.

What time did you get in?

Pop 730.

Oh, putting in a full day.

I'm impressed.

Don't do it.

I had an argument with Brad and I couldn't eat breakfast.

An argument with Brad.

Now that's a good sign.

Oh, my God.

He's not that bad.

No.

I get to pick up the picture.

To the Secretary of Transportation,

Philip Carlisle, here here.

Oh, you must be very proud, Philip.

Well, I'm thrilled by the appointment.

And actually, I'm very much looking forward to a stint in the public sector.

Do my lawyer's ears hear political aspirations, Phil?

Yes, yes, indeed. Why not?

Premature to speculative.

Law scientists.

Scott.

I used to love lamb chops.

Why don't you dare.

What?

Not run for office.

We need strong leadership in California.

Yes, we do.

Very good.

No sniff around.

Well, that's enough about me.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

Now, what got you so interested in becoming a private citizen?

In becoming a private detective.

Raymond Chandler and Dash Hammett.

I think it's wonderful.

I mean, to go from lawyer to private investigator,

women today are so adventurous.

They certainly are.

Sort of things you're working on.

Oh, the standard sort of cases.

Divorce and child support.

Elizabeth, don't tell me they're no sort of affairs.

Well, actually, I have been researching

a famous unsolved murder.

Murder?

Oh, how exciting.

Which one?

Lillian Carlyle.

And this is bad.

Elizabeth, I don't think this is the time or the place for...

Elliot.

It's all right.

40 years I've healed those wounds.

I've been doing unsolved murder.

Only because the police conveniently forgot about it.

It was a terrible incident.

It wasn't an incident.

It was a scandal.

Have you uncovered anything interesting?

It's too early to say.

Well, if you do, I'd be very interested.

Well, I don't think it's through any regarding

portrayal of the police.

Mysteries tell each other about this argument.

I'm going to be with several including

educated

parents on pictures.

And credit information.

Loindexed.

One last window, the elderly.

About 25,000herry.

Yeah, blinders, not Vice President Joseph.

Marion, Marion, there's no harm.

It's just that I didn't want Phillip to get upset.

His mother's death hasn't been brought up in years.

As projections as a powder room,

there's something I want you to see.

I was poking around in here,

I came across this, have a look.

Stuart Little.

That's the Stuart L and the letter we found.

Right, right, read the inscription.

To my darling son, you'll always be my Stuart Little

with all my love mother.

Phillip Stuart L.

Must be.

There you are.

Hi.

Hi.

Carolyn was afraid to gotten lost.

No, no, no, no.

I just love libraries and vops.

Stuart Little.

Lillian gave it to me for Christmas one year.

Came my favorite book.

I read this a hundred times.

Why, you must have loved it.

Please, when I love something, it's with a great passion.

Enough to kill for it.

I love you, Jim.

Oh, my.

Hold on, no, hold on, no walking to your car.

Edward, make sure everybody gets an umbrella.

Is that a old LL bean hat?

I don't know.

I've never ever since I was a little boy.

I've been wearing this old thing for 50 years.

Come on.

Well, I must say.

I nearly had a heart attack when you mentioned

Lillian Carlisle's murder.

That happens the same one in the pictures Carlisle

must be our mystery garter.

I know.

I know it's incredible.

What?

I mean, I mean, the.

Well, it's all right, darling.

I mean, it didn't seem to phase Carlisle

of anything he seemed interested.

So he and Rita were doing the fan dangle.

Exactly.

Yeah, fine.

Lillian must have found out and told the kid

to start taking cold showers.

I mean, he obviously is still terribly upset

about his mother's death.

But with Rita's tongue in his ear,

he wasn't listening to Mommy.

My god, you're saying Philip killed her?

What?

I know.

No, I mean, I just said he was upset.

Possibly.

Sex makes people do some pretty crazy things,

but so does money.

You think he did it for money?

No.

No.

I don't think he did it at all.

I'm just talking.

Rita for money, maybe for both.

I'd love to have a look at Lillian's will.

Two.

I mean me.

Me.

Me, I am exhausted.

I am so tired, Brad.

Would you mind just dropping me off?

You mean you don't want me to come in?

Not tonight, sweetie.

Sorry, sweetie.

Hey!

Oh.

I'm sorry.

You got it.

I know Lillian Carlisle's will isn't here somewhere.

My father never put anything in storage.

Holy smokes.

Come on.

This way.

Your old male runs this joint?

Yes, he does.

My grandfather was one of the founding partners.

Jeez.

You must have a nice, hunkered dough stashed away.

Shh.

What?

Nobody can hear me.

I can't.

I can't hear you.

But I can't hear you.

Ooh.

Oh, damn.

You're here.

You're here.

Use this.

Me?

You said you wanted to learn how to pick a lot.

There's your chance.

Okay.

Just put it right in there.

Feel for the Tomblers.

What's the Tomler feeling?

Oh.

Maybe we can't work together.

All right.

Gently, gently, gently.

Very gently.

It's all in the fingertips.

It's all in the fingertips.

There. That's it. It worked.

I can't do that. Just like a poem.

Oh.

That's the idea.

The well dated August 15th, 1948.

A week before she was murdered.

It placed her entire state in a trust with an allowance to be paid to Edmund and Philip.

To both of them.

Until Edmund's death and then the entire state went to...

Philip.

Yes.

That will goes a long way toward explaining Edmund's suicide.

My God, Philip, he'll both of them.

That's the way it's laying out.

With some encouragement from Rita, I'm sure.

She didn't do anything but love.

And Edmund was between them and Lilyan's money.

That position to be in finally.

What happened to Rita?

Maybe Philip didn't want to marry the maid, or maybe he just got greedy.

Either way, Mexico's a big place. People get lost there all the time.

And Reardon cut a deal with Philip to turn his back on the whole thing.

What's wrong?

Well, here's it, Jim. That always meant trouble.

Let's get out of here.

There's a moment in the car. Get the hell out!

Somebody tried to kill me.

Not someone reared me.

There was this ugly face in the car that just passed.

Let's get out of here.

Now what do we do?

We do nothing. You're hitting showers.

What are you talking about?

You're off the case.

I am not.

Look, this wasn't a warning. Reardon tried to make you a statistic.

And he thinks he succeeded. It's the perfect cover while we figure out what's going on.

We're going to need a place to say we're no one thing to look for us.

Any ideas?

You're right. No one I know would ever think to look for me here.

Jeez.

Maybe I ought to take a hike.

No, no. If I, if I can't trust my own ghost, who can I trust?

Yeah.

I'm sorry I scared you. I just wanted to see if I could really feel you.

You should never surprise a trained professional. It's, uh, it can be very dangerous.

Is it?

Yeah, absolutely. Very risky.

Don't go for ghosts, too.

Even worse with ghosts. They got nothing to lose.

They go for broke, huh?

Yeah, throw caution to the wind.

No guts, no glory, huh?

Can you feel that?

Sort of.

You feel this?

Oh, you have a very self-dutch.

You got a very self-sketter.

Let's work on the stitching stuff somewhere.

Right. Practice makes perfect.

Close your eyes. Concentrate.

How does that feel?

That in this world, your turn.

Your turn.

You feel that?

Definitely.

You feel this?

I think it's going to be concentrate.

I couldn't stop without one.

Who the hell are you?

It's just me.

It's for the outfit.

My new cover. I rented a car, too.

I found this great thrift store $40 for this coat.

Can you believe it?

I paid 15 for the same coat, too.

Well, it's an antique now.

Just like you.

Caffeinated coffee, brand muffins, and the paper in bed, haven't?

Yeah.

Did you sleep well?

Like a baby. You?

Not a wink.

I was afraid if I went to sleep, I'd wake up and find all this was a drink.

There's no drink.

Dr. Wilder, to Elizabeth Bentley.

I'm canceling my appointment to all of him.

I think I'm cured.

Yeah. Bye.

I also got into weird and savings account.

Yeah, what'd you find out?

Well, somebody's been making regular payments to him, like me, obviously.

I put my money on the field of Carlisle.

What do we do now, go to the police?

Nah. Now, we got our hunches.

But we need some hard evidence.

You know, it's kind of stuff.

It's taking the lily, it's a case plan.

What, we're in my step on that?

Exactly.

And now that he and Carlisle think you're dead, they might just tip their hand.

And when they do, we should be all over.

Like a bad tan.

Chuck on a pool with you.

That's not gonna spoil.

I can explain if looking for help in all of these.

Don't get sexist.

Right. I'll get a hang of this.

I think you're right here.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid.

You're right.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid.

Don't be stupid.

What's going on?

Come on, Rieren's on this way to a big meeting.

With whom?

Someone who's glad you're dead.

The wall's safe. Look like old case files to me. Let's go. Move it!

Sit tight. I'm gonna have a look around.

No, I'm coming with you.

That's crazy. They can see you.

Maybe. I can tell that they'll never recognize it.

Don't threaten me. Don't you ever threaten to cut me off.

Not after what I've done for you.

I kept my mouth shut about Lillian, didn't I?

And then I drove that pipsqueak,

painting off a flip when he got nosy.

Even blew up that Bentley broad.

I've done all the dirty work and kept few out of the gas chamber.

You want these files. You're gonna pay for them.

It's weird.

Dad, couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.

Hit clean.

Carlows get all the files.

Nick, Nick Carlows getting away. We've got to call the police.

It's not Carlow. It's not. Who is it?

See if Maggie's here.

Maggie? Maggie, are you here?

Are you here, Maggie?

We don't know for certain that Maggie's involved, Nick.

I know it, right here in my gut.

My ear knows it.

Maybe there's an explanation.

Yeah, there always is.

Dad was one I want to hear.

I had some great times in this joint.

Best times of my life, I thought.

Maggie was wrong, but lie.

I don't know a damn thing about women.

I knew I heard someone down here.

Thought it might be some of the girls stealing a drink.

Didn't figure you for a booster.

What brings you down here?

Nick.

Nick.

How's the book coming?

It's turned into a mystery.

What's it about?

Love to see portrayal.

Murder.

Murder.

They always do very well.

That's what Mike Reardon told me.

He should know. Murder was his life.

Reardon told me you were dead.

That seems to be his problem, not Mike.

Thanks for returning the jewelry.

An old love of mine gave it to me.

Edmund Carlisle.

Edmund Carlisle.

That's a good call.

Eddie and me went way back.

I knew him when he was a little his aunt from Anaheim.

I was before Lillian and Carlisle with her fancy cars

and her big home and all her money.

I should have seen that one.

It was right in front of my nose.

You and Edmund kill Lillian.

Eddie couldn't kill a fly.

No, I killed Lillian.

She stole my man.

Your man, what the hell was I?

What about Nick?

He loved you as much as he ever loved anyone.

Nick was a two-bit gumshoe when he got too nosy.

He was a good enough gumshoe that you had Reardon kill it.

Reardon figured out that I killed Lillian and he was blackmailing me

so I made him work for his money.

Then you started poking around.

Suicide is very pretty.

It's a pity you decided to jump out the window.

This really isn't a good way to kill me. I'm afraid of heights.

Toss me a pool kid.

What a two-bit gumshoe.

What? What the hell?

What the hell?

Get out of me. Get out of me.

I got it.

How's this for Nicklas, Maggie?

Nick, hold on to her.

Get out of me. Get out of me.

What are you doing?

What the heck?

What the hell?

What do I do?

Tell her she moves. She'll be looking at a third eye.

Moving it, Paige, and you'll be looking at a third eye.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I understand that.

You should be a problem.

Well, thanks.

No, I shouldn't be a problem at all.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

No, I can't have it.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I don't like going else.

For me, please?

Bye!

As you look around the line

there.

Thank you again.

You okay?

I'm okay.

Yes.

I can't have it up there with you.

Beth, smile of yours, tax night and noon-pitch.

Get it, here.

Get it over there, get it down.

Elizabeth!

Yeah?

Elizabeth?

Yeah, I can still be exposed.

Okay.

Honey, what the hell is going on?

Oh, hello, Brad.

Hello, Brad.

Hello, Brad.

Where have you been?

Oh, I'm fine.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

It's sick ever since your car was bombed,

and you disappeared without a trace.

I've been checking the hospitals.

Oh, I'm sorry, Brad.

You even took them over.

The more?

You don't answer your beeper?

You don't call me?

It was just a tough week at the office.

Honey, what happened to you?

It's a long story.

I don't think you'll get it.

I don't either.

I don't.

You don't?

Either what?

I don't think you'll understand.

That's right.

That's right.

I don't understand.

And I've tried to understand that I don't understand what you're becoming.

Or what you're doing, or why.

I told you you wouldn't get it.

And now?

Or who the hell you're always talking to?

Garland, we have to talk.

No, no, no, wait.

We have to talk.

Like, we're going to have a baby, and we're going to buy a house.

Elizabeth, you know what I mean.

Yes, I do.

I do know what you mean finally.

Yes, you're always saying we, but you mean you?

Like, I don't even exist.

Well, I do, Brad.

You know, it's really good.

I'm not the girl for you anymore.

Yeah.

I'm sure you're a bad girl.

Yeah, yeah.

And I think spicy.

You ought to hear howled the moon.

Why do you want to hear it?

Well, I love the music, sweet as a sign.

I love that the rhythm is right.

I love the music.

I love the music.

I love the music.

I call it my name.

Hugo?

It's not my card, linch.

I hate Voker.

I wish you could stay.

Me, too.

Rule number six.

Never.

Never fall for a partner. It's dangerous.

Infectious.

Unprofessional.

Heaven.

After I've held you six terribly tight.

Feeling the rush you need.

I should betray you.

You want another tear?

Never settle for my human being, sister.

I know we've got to go now,

but I just don't know how we sing.

Good boy.

Nick.

You were wrong.

You do know women.

At least this one.

All men

I

think you're weeding my grave. I am? I'm not mine exactly. Hey, I know you. You're

Elizabeth Bentley, right? That's right. Who are you? I recognize you from the picture

in your book. I'm a much prettier person. I wanted to thank you. For what?

Helping me find my dad. I never would have if it hadn't been for the book. My mom really

never talked about him. Kind of like he never existed. I think she was embarrassed.

Anyway, she, she read the book. Sent me a copy. Said we'd give me something to be proud of.

She was right. Listen, I know it's a lot to ask, but did you tell me about him? I mean,

you had some time. I'm almost finished here. Really? Are you hungry? Starving. I like ribs.

With barbecue sauce so hot that it melts the fillings in your mouth. I know. Great. I

love Big Band. I know you do. Aren't you not? I'm the guy that I...

All right. Tell him. Is he notorious? He's basically... He was.