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What do you want to push
it for? You're not using it.

When a guy wants me to
look for a lady with a habit,

I thought I could find
her that way, so I'll push it.

Police, I need the police.
Someone has been shot.

My daughter killed him.

Don't say that.

She didn't pull the trigger. It
doesn't make any difference.

It'll bring him out of his hole.

And he'll kill you.

Then you'll stop him.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

My friend Manny Quinlan
called in sick, took the day

off and came north to Los
Angeles on family business.

Two hours and ten minutes
by the legal speed limit.

My friend Manny was a legal man.

Behind him was his wife,
his children, his job, his

mother and his father,
his brothers and his sisters.

My friend Manny was a family man.

Very few people knew where Manny was going.

Only the people who had to know.

His mother and his brother
Jesus knew what he was

trying to do, but they
didn't know where he was.

His wife knew he was in Los Angeles,
but she didn't know where in Los Angeles.

My friend Manny was alone.

Hey.

Come down.

Hey, come on.

Hey.

I'm going to put the money on the table.

The money?

Yeah, but you mustn't touch.

Because if you do, you're
going to die for a very long time.

And you'll never get
another fix again, ever.

You got that?

Oh.

Don't touch it.

I'm going to put it right here.

Don't touch it.

Okay.

I don't want to touch the money.

Behind him in San Diego were
the first 37 years of Manny's life.

The rest of his life was waiting for him.

At the top of the stairs.

Marilyn.

Hey.

Come on.

Wake up.

Hey.

Wake up.

Come on.

Hey.

Uncle Manny.

How you doing?

Uncle Manny.

Yeah.

Come on.

Look.

I'm coming to take you home.

Let's go.

Oh, what for?

What do you mean, what for?

Father's going crazy with worry.

What's the matter with you?

Don't you have any feelings anymore?

I've got some good feelings.

Yeah.

You bet.

No, no.

I know.

I know.

We're going home, okay?

I don't want to go home.

I'm sleepy.

Come on.

Okay.

Come on.

Let's go.

Don't talk.

Come on.

Up, up, up.

I know.

I know.

I know.

The money.

What are you talking about?

Is on the table.

What money?

The money's on the table.

What are you talking about?

Go.

Go and look at it.

Marilyn, will you please?

Don't touch that money.

Look at that.

It's for you.

Look how rich you're going to be.

What is this for?

You're not letting me sleep.

Don't go to sleep on me.

Come on.

Tell me about the money.

No.

Don't fall asleep on me.

Come on.

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit.

What are you doing?

Snap out of it.

Come on.

What's happened to you?

Look at you.

You're like an animal.

You don't care what happens.

You don't have any love.

You don't have any feeling for your family.

What happened to you, Marilyn?

Look at me.

I remember you.

You were just a little girl.

You were very good.

You were a very good little girl.

What happened along the way?

What is this about?

Now tell me about the money.

He wants you to stop.

Why?

For the money?

So he can make a whole world
full of kids destroyed on dope?

You don't know.

You don't know what he can do.

He can do everything.

What?

Does he think he can bribe me?

Is that what you told him
about your Uncle Manny?

Doesn't he think that I am an honest man?

I don't want to fight.

I hate it.

I hate that house.

And I hate that fucker.

Why do you say that?

How can you say you
hate your father, Marilyn?

Manny.

Don't talk like that.

I'm going to put the handcuffs on you.

You're not going to
behave like anybody else.

Are you going to behave?

I don't know what you
want to waste your time for.

How many times did I run away?

I don't care.

One more time.

I don't care.

One thing at a time.

First we go home, all right?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hit you.

Come on.

I got some things that I need.

I got some things.

I got it.

Okay.

Come on, Marilyn.

Any honest policeman
knows that if he's shot and

killed in another city where
he's not supposed to be,

and his body is found with $2,400 on it,

then there has to be a scandal.

And people have to question his honesty.

But he can't answer for
himself when he's dead.

He knows that.

Police.

I need the police.

Someone has been shot.

It's a funny amount of money.

It's $200 a month.

$50 a week for a year.

Like a cheap and rotten
policeman on a weekly payroll.

Not a big crook.

Just a little crook without self-respect.

Can you do me a favor?

Can you put this letter here?

Okay.

Thank you.

Our father, who art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

I came to pay my last respects.

But I was trying to avoid
private grief in a public place.

I got there after the funeral was over.

Harry.

Yes, sir?

I looked for you at the funeral.

Your brother is dead.

My daughter killed him.

Don't say that.

She didn't pull the trigger.

It doesn't make any difference.

She killed him anyway.

She called my mother.

She said,

if Uncle Manny comes,

I'll go home with him.

My mother called me.

She said,

your daughter wants to come home.

And I said,

Mama, I don't want her.

I don't want her.

But my mother knows me.

She knew,

if my daughter came home,

I would embrace her and hold her.

Because

I have such a feeling of a
lonely man without my child.

So my mother

called my brother Manny.

And he went to Los Angeles together.

People in this country

don't understand crying.

You see, Harry, she was on drugs.

My brother Manny, through
his police work, went after her.

Whoever sold her.

He kept an eye on her.

He made their life rotten.

He went after them.

He never left them alone.

But she needed them so bad.

They understood they could use her.

She would do

anything.

That's who killed him.

You see, there he is.

It wouldn't be so bad.

Just some crook.

A murderer.

But I can't.

I can't.

That

my brother

was killed by my daughter.

I didn't go see Manny's wife that day.

My house was full of people

and I didn't want to go through rooms

full of strangers getting introduced.

This is Harry Orwell, Manny's friend.

My mother is dead, so is my father.

And I never had a sister.

Even Sherlock Holmes
had a brother, but not me.

All I have are my friends.

If you take one of them away from me,

you steal a piece of my life.

Put it up there by the light.

I want to be able to read the name.

What do we do? Open it when he comes in?

He's not coming in.

Not in this lifetime.

He had a previous engagement.

Hi.

Hi.

Keep washing my dishes,

people will think you live here.

You don't wash them.

What's that?

Postage due, 56 cents.

Looks like it's been through the war.

Is that blood, those fingerprints?

Let's go get it.

Let's go get some Chinese food.

Is that an invitation for dinner,

or are you trying to get rid of me?

What's the difference?

I don't do errands.

I'm a liberated woman.

But I will go away.

Come back after a while.

I was planning to.

If I'm not here, come
back again until I am.

The address and the name
of the envelope were mine.

The handwriting was Manny Quinlan's.

Throw in the bullet holes

and you've got a kind
of last will and testament

and I was the executor.

The executor is the one

who pays off debts and settles accounts.

Which is about the way

you would have to describe

a private detective
whose friend is murdered.

I understand your feelings
about Manny Quinlan, Orwell.

I share them.

I want his killer too,
but you've shut me out.

You're being selfish.

Orwell,

this is an unhappy man.

Do you know why he is an unhappy man?

Because he feels he is on a fool's errand.

He is doing nothing.

He's doing things.

He waited, didn't he?

He's measuring the bullet hole.

He'll be able to tell us
the caliber of the bullet

and tell us who made the paper

and took it and made the envelope.

He'll find out a lot of useful things.

What was in the envelope, Orwell?

Maybe he'll even find out.

Why should he?

Maybe you know.

You are withholding information.

I can't tell you just now.

But you want me to give you information.

You want me to trust you.

I need your help.

I have mixed feelings about you, Orwell.

I suppose in some
ways you're the detective.

But a really good detective

is an organization man.

You never share your information.

I don't have information.

If I want information, I go to you

when I have a sense.

But I don't trust you.

Well, then what do you want
me to share them with you for?

That's why I always have mixed feelings

about you, Orwell.

Well, then I'll put it on my gravestone

like in those old New England cemeteries.

Stranger pass not by,

for beneath this stone lies a man

on whom judgment was
passed with mixed feelings.

Okay.

One hand washes the other.

I gave you the envelope.

I'm going to give you something.

I will give you permission to
go to where Quentin was shot

and ask questions to your heart's desire

instead of making you read my dull report

because I know, Orwell,

maybe you'll have a hunch.

They came in the morning.

The man did most of the talking.

The girl was very nervous.

They took two rooms.

That surprised me.

The man paid in advance
for one day and one night.

No suitcases or anything.

And the man had this kind of a case

that a businessman
carries on the television.

An attaché case.

Maybe.

Like a businessman uses.

This is the other one.

You people are funny, you know?

The bullies.

They tell you something,

you go away, you come back again.

You think I'm going to
tell you something else?

You think if I'm going to lie,

I'm too dumb to remember?

Oh, you would tell a good lie.

You betcha.

Did they talk to each other?

The businessman and this girl?

Yes.

Once.

The girl, she said,

let's go, let's go,

what is it that takes so long?

So then the man said to her,

shut up, Marilyn.

Okay?

Thank you.

De nada.

I didn't tell that to the other police.

Thank you.

Ah, back so soon.

I picked up a few details.

Good, I hoped you would.

You know about the girl?

About the man with her?

You know the girl's name?

Relative to that envelope
you turned over to us,

what was in it was money.

The ink on some of the bills

rubbed off on the inside of the envelope

and Mr. Elko discovered the stain

and identified it.

Marilyn,

Marilyn who?

One step at a time.

What happened to the money?

What money?

The money that was in the envelope.

What was the name of the man with Marilyn?

Sit down, Orwell.

Roberts.

Bedstrom.

Marilyn Bedstrom.

No notes.

John Doe.

Real name unknown.

Place of birth unknown.

Age unknown.

Alias Holland Garrison.

Alias Walter Shearer.

Alias Bruno Young.

One, two, three, four.

Twenty-three, Orwell.

How do you know this
is the man with Marilyn?

It's a collateral report from an informant.

I believe that's the man.

That's good enough for me.

Description.

No reliable description available.

Physical characteristics
vary according to informant.

Time and place.

No fingerprints available.

I take it, Sergeant,

you don't believe it.

Somebody made him up.

He's a fairy tale.

You've never seen one of
these John Doe dossiers before,

have you, Roberts?

No, sir.

Sit down, Roberts.

That's because there
aren't many of them around.

They don't exactly pass
them from hand to hand,

but they'll read enough.

Okay, Roberts, let's take an area.

In this case, drugs.

Let's take the West Coast.

We know who brings the stuff in,

who distributes it.

We know we can move against them.

And then one day,
everything we do is wrong.

We go to the informants.

They say there's a new man.

We say, who is he?

They don't know.

All they know, and all we know,

is that there is a new power structure

in West Coast drug traffic.

So, we open a dossier.

We put in every rumor

about anybody who might be him.

And then, we wait.

So, what good is it?

What else have we got?

Oh, now, come on.

Now, how does a drug dealer

on that level stay anonymous?

I mean, how does he deal with people?

How do they talk to him?

How do they order from him?

How do they pay him?

All well.

Well, because he plays by his own rules.

He might talk to three people.

None of the three people know each other.

And those three people

talk to three other people each.

Nine.

The nine talk to 81.

It spreads out.

Every three days, he moves.

He wears different styles of clothing.

He dyes his hair.

He has caps for his teeth.

No one knows where he is from day to day.

They have to wait

where he tells them to wait

until he calls them or sends somebody.

You actually believe

that a man like that exists?

There he is, Sergeant.

You want to read about him?

Bedstrom, Bedstrom, Mellon Bedstrom.

Wasn't there a Bedstrom

that was a pusher,

got himself killed about three years ago?

He married her when she was 16.

He's the one that got her hooked on drugs.

Not that it's any of my business,

but how do you know that?

A collateral report from an informant.

I know how to get you the guy

in that dossier.

Go ahead.

I need an identity,

an address, a phone number,

a card that all go together.

600 couple of people

that'll put out the word

that whatever name you pick for me

is looking for a Harlan Garrison

or a Walter Shearer

and a so on and a so on.

He's too much of a long shot.

If he's going to stay as isolated

as he is in that file,

he's still going to need information.

He's going to have ears out.

He's going to have eyes.

When it gets around

that I'm looking for these people,

he's going to recognize his own aliases.

He's too risky.

It'll bring him out of his hole.

And he'll kill you.

Then you'll stop him.

How am I going to guarantee

I can stop him?

I owe you lunch.

No, thanks.

I don't eat hot dogs.

I don't believe everything

you read in the dossier.

Orwell,

would you please

keep in touch?

You can't usually stop him that easily.

Now, whatever makes you think

that he's been stopped?

How's it go, Robert?

You win some, you lose some.

If there's anything left,

you spend a little.

You owe me a favor.

I owe you a favor.

You still dealing?

I get into things, I get out of them.

In between, I go to the movies.

Drugs?

Not for three years.

There, I'm clean.

I wouldn't lie to a friend.

I believe it.

I like your good opinion of me, Harry.

You got a big social life?

I got a girl and I got a mother.

Give me your wallet.

Keys to your car,

keys to your apartment.

I want you to go

to your mother's house.

Stay there for a week,

ten days.

I'll let you know.

I don't want you to go out.

I don't want you to go

to the supermarket.

I don't want you to go

to the movies.

You work it out with your girl.

I don't want you to bump

into anyone but your mother.

That's all?

That's all.

What's your mother's

phone number?

555-8937.

I'll call you.

Harry, excuse me.

I mean, if you don't

want to tell me what,

I won't ask you two times.

What?

Why?

I want to be you.

Just spread the word around.

Spread the word.

You some kind of cop?

What are you talking about?

I told you my name.

I gave you my phone number.

I gave you my address.

You looked it up in the book.

Sure, sure.

You could be

Roman Canestino

in the phone book

and still be a cop.

What difference does it make?

So for $100,

I just go around

telling anyone

I feel like telling

that you're looking

for a Harlan Garrison

or Walter Scherer.

Because you think

they're the pusher

or Marilyn Bedstraw.

Bedstraw?

Bedstraw.

You doing this just with me?

For $100 a throw?

Some less.

And you don't want me

to make you happy?

I want you to do

or spread the word

that'll make me happy.

If I was looking for somebody

to make me happy

when I came to you, Ruby,

I'd stop looking.

Oh, Roman.

You're a gentleman.

Hi.

Hi.

You won't believe this,

but...

You came to borrow

a cup of sugar?

I just moved in

this afternoon.

Are you married?

I wouldn't.

You engaged?

That leads to marriage.

Come on, Ian.

Sit down.

Would you settle

for a cup of vodka?

That's really good.

What time is it?

Give me the phone.

Yeah.

Roman Canestino?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah.

I got a car.

I'll follow you.

What's the matter?

I'll get you

where you're supposed to go.

Where's your cab?

My what?

I thought you were

gonna be a uniformed chauffeur.

He doesn't want

to ride with us.

Who am I looking for?

You figure it out.

You got a message.

You were looking for a pusher.

I'm not a pusher.

I hope you're not disappointed.

Oh, excuse me a minute.

Hello.

Hola.

Galatian.

Ah, bueno, bueno.

No, no, no, no.

Al mismo precio.

No se abro, ah?

Deja algo para mí.

What are you doing?

Squeezing my blood?

Twelve-fifty.

Si.

Si, si.

Done.

I, uh,

went to school

with Garrison

and, um, Shira.

I got curious

why you were dropping their names.

I mean, it didn't fit.

What do you want a pusher for?

You're not a user.

What are you, a cop?

Hm?

A guy wants me

to look for a lady

with a habit

and I thought I could find her

that way to a pusher.

What's her name?

Marilyn Betts.

Look, uh,

if you'll excuse me,

I want to get some of this stuff

off my hands.

When did you leave the warehouse?

I don't understand.

What happened?

Please let me go.

Call the police

and get an ambulance.

Come on out.

I just want to talk to you.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Open the door.

I just want to know

who you work for

and where to find it.

I don't want to hassle you.

I don't want to give you

a hard time.

Come on out and talk to me.

I just want to talk to you.

That's it.

Open the door.

Are you okay?

Okay, you'll be fine, sir.

Morning, Orwell.

Is it morning?

Isn't it always darkest

before the dawn?

That was a joke, doesn't it?

I'm just here to cheer you up.

I didn't give you credit

for a sense of humor before.

Orwell,

this is what I'm talking about.

You cannot live

the way you do.

You are living

like a dinosaur

after all the other animals

and the other dinosaurs

have died out.

You must evolve, Orwell.

Crime is organized

and you have to be part

of an organization

to fight it effectively.

I do the best I can.

We got an address

on the bedroom girl.

Did you stake it out?

No, we didn't need to.

The rich get richer.

We got an anonymous

telephone call.

She was in a bar.

We went there.

She was stoned.

We picked her up.

Were you holding her

or did someone bail her out?

I put her in a hospital.

She's been on drugs so long

she's a physical mess.

I tell you,

I hate anonymous phone calls.

Why?

But don't look a gift horse

in the mouth.

I see it.

As far as I'm concerned.

I have to talk

to your doctor and hers.

Doc?

Another hour of compresses

and I'll let you go.

You see?

I'm just glad you can.

How are you?

Go die somewhere.

I want Walter Shearer.

I hope you get cancer.

It's my mistake.

I can see I'm wasting my time

and you got your own troubles.

You know one of those

Lies Brown algorithms?

Who else could I give

that money to?

Manny's wife?

The money that killed

her husband?

It belongs to her.

I'm going to count it

in front of you

and you're going to be

my witness

and I want to receive

20, 30, 40.

Come on, help me count.

Maybe Solomon would have

made a better decision

and he was a king.

So what I saw

was a double cylinder

deadbolt lock.

I decided not to try

the door.

So I went around

to the side of the house

to look for a window.

Which side?

The east side of the house.

What difference does it make?

Anyway, I walked down

the side of the house

We're in a trench.

What I didn't see

anyone is the road.

So I went around

to the back.

Went across the back.

Orwell, your timing

is wrong.

Yeah, well yours

is going to be wronger

if you put me off.

That phone call

was too much of a coincidence.

We can discuss

coincidence at a later time.

Tench, don't you see

this is the way

his mind works?

Whose mind?

The broker.

He planted the Bedstrom girl

to get Manny

where he could kill him.

Just give me

that address please.

Why did he call you

to tip you to the girl?

Think about it.

Who called me?

What are you talking about?

Orwell, this is a hunch.

A hunch

is not a fact.

He's playing chess

with you

one step ahead of you.

Your move

is to get the girl.

His move

is to give her to you

before you go

to her apartment

to look for her.

Because that's

where he's hiding.

Now please give me

the address.

I am going to give it to you.

I will be delighted

to give it to you

so you can go there

and leave me alone.

224 West

Child Street

Apartment 223

Have a good time.

And when you knock

at the door

and nobody answers

Orwell,

it may be

because nobody is home.

Are you ready

to listen to me yet?

Wait a minute.

You got a cigarette.

I need a light.

Marvin, this is Trench.

I've got a problem.

She lives

on the second floor

of 223's apartment.

This hunch of yours

ain't worth four cents.

You know that, don't you?

You got any place else

to look?

You see me

any place else?

I guess that was

a heart attack.

The guy on the stretcher?

Must be what

the mask was for, right?

What did he do?

Call his own ambulance?

Nobody with him.

Usually somebody

goes with you.

Wait a minute.

Usually somebody

goes with you.

They go along

to bring a toothbrush

to hold your hand.

Probably lived alone.

Where are you going?

The guy falls down.

He has a heart attack.

Right.

He calls for help.

Who does he call?

He calls the police,

emergency,

the fire department.

He doesn't fall down

making calm arrangements

for a private ambulance.

That was a private ambulance.

There's no better way

to get by cops looking for you

than a private ambulance

with the siren going.

Hey, hold it!

Code three, code three.

Officer needs assistance.

Northern Road.

Code three, code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Code three.

Hello, Harry.

Leon, you can open that bottle now.

You know, you gave me

too much money for it.

Every once in a while

somebody will come in here

and you'll see

that you like him right
away the decent just

good people give him
a drink out of this bottle

it doesn't matter whether they have money
or not tell him the drink's on mannequin

maybe they'll remember it

if you feel like it tell
him he was a friend

of mine what'll i do
when the bottle runs out

oh

Nobody lives forever