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Thanks, amigo.

Hola. Dos Coca-colas,
por favor.

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!

Ow!

Jeff?
Huh?

Do you love me?

Yeah.

Course I love you.

I mean, it's ok
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.

Come on.
Hey!

Unh!

Aah.

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?

Ooh!

Oh, god!

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.

It's October 20, 1997,

at approximately
0127 hours.

This is a tape-recorded
interview being...

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 of me

there is to see.

I also remember a movie
your husband made.

He shot 12 guys
with a 6-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 day?

7. 8 yesterday,
6 tomorrow.

How many so far?

12.

Including this one?

This 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 and play cards.

If my lame-brain
husband asks you

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

What's he done 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
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 days?

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, ok?

Mm-hmm.

I suppose you think
it's blackmail, right?

Well, it's not.

You satisfied?

I hope this isn't
going to be a problem

because I'm not carrying
a gun these days.

No, there won't be
a problem, Harry.

Don't be such a wimp.

Look at it this way.

It's a lot less bother
than having to go to Mexico.

Which reminds me. You
never paid me for that.

You're living here
rent-free.

I'm working here
salary-free.

Don't worry. I'm keeping
track of 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, uh,
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,
10 months maximum.

You ok 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?

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 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?

Mm-hmm.

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?

Hmm. 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.

Um--

The one thing
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 2.

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.

Ok, 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.

A real long time.

Catalina.

Cuff him.

Jesus Christ.

What's the matter?

See that guy over there
with verna?

Yeah?

Carl.
Hey, Harry.

That's Harry-fucking-Ross.

So?

What's your worst fear?

Getting shot.

Getting shot where?

Inglewood?

Not that kind of where.

Oh, shit.

Goes down to Mexico,
looking for this runaway kid.

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

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

and whammo!

Shoots him
in the dick?

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--

can we get started?

Sure. Sure.

If Harry feels up to
a few questions.

If I feel up to
a few questions?

I'm sure he doesn't
want to be treated

differently
from anybody else.

I can understand that.

Well, then...

What exactly where you doing
at Lester ivar's house?

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

Why should I
be treated different?

My point exactly.

What was
your business?

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.

You work
for Lester often?

Now and then.

When his asthma kicks up,
he gives me a call.

Are you aware 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.

That could be construed
as breaking and entering.

You say you were
working for Lester,

but 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--

I think that'll
be all for tonight.

If there are
any more questions,

we certainly know
where to find you.

Isn't that right,
captain?

Sure thing, lieutenant.

Ok, 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.

Ah.

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?

Ah, 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, uh,
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 'em.

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."

* the very thought of you *

* and I forget to do *

* the little
ordinary things *

* that everyone
ought to do *

* I'm livin' in *

* a kind of daydream *

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 ã„ 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 2 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.

God...

Damn fucking thing.

Goddamn fucking...

Here. Let me--

no.

Ok, 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.

Yes.

Cath,
I tried to call you.

I know.

I got 911.

Don't talk.

Here's the tank.

Harry. Harry.

You're a pal.

Ohh!

Aah!

Son of a bitch!

Get out, Harry.
Just get out. Go!

Cath, how could you?

How fucking could you?

Ohh!

Watch the walls, guys.

Ok.

Comin' 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?

Uh, 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 someplace
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 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, ok?

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.

Uh, hold my shoe.

Sure.

I think there's something
you ought to see.

I like the old deal
bet--hey!

Ow!

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 takin' 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, ok?

Smart.
Real, real smart.

You know where I've
been taking lessons?

Unh!

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?

Ok. 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? Hmm?

Hmm?

Are you finished?

Yes, I'm finished.

Ooh!

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 the limo
in the parking lot

at the Santa Monica pier--

I'm on the job.

Some rich kid,
sweet-16 party--

and who do I see but
my old partner Harry Ross.

We are not partners.
We were never partners.

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

Hey, it's not nice
to interrupt.

Where was I?
Oh! 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 2 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.

Ok. Ok, 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 leg work,

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-16 kids.

Ay, carajo.

Uh, you think
they're still there?

I would look.

Oh.
Oh!

Listen, boss,

if you ever
get into a jam,

you need some backup
again,

then you give me
a call.

Any time,
day 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...

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 ok.

Ok, 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 5.

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.

Harry, 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
2 years ago,

and introduced me
to the ames.

Seen in a certain light,

everything that had happened
since then was his fault.

Maybe I'd tell him that.

You always were
a showoff, Raymond.

Harry?

Damn. I almost peed

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

Hotshot.

Your sprinkler fritzed,
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.

Least I used to be.

I used to be.

We all used to be.

Then have a drink.

Uh, 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.

Ok.

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 L.A. 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 I hadn't passed those
suspicions on to verna.

Forgive me, Harry,

but it sounds like
you passed them on to you.

By the way,

I, uh, I heard a rumor

I didn't want to believe
was true, so...

Thought I'd just ask you
directly.

The way it was told to me,

when you were down
in Mexico

bringing
the ames kid back?

She, uh, 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.

Uh, keep me posted,
huh?

Like you said,
Jack and I go way back.

If there's anything
I could do for him,

I would.

And 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.

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 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 9-millimeter 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 downpayment.

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.

Hmm.

Now I'm curious.

How are you gonna fire
somebody you never paid?

I'll find a way.

Ok.

I guess
this is good-bye.

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--I'm sorry, ok?

I know I've kinda 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 million dollar 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.

Ok, pally.

Ross and Escobar.
Confidential investigations.

"Ross and Escobar"?

I thought your name
should go first, amigo.

Hey, but you're gonna have
to start pulling your 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 alone,
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
is 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 peak?

I mean, I already got
a phone book.

That's good.

Have a seat, pally.

You know what?

I'm all done
being pissed.

You know what?

I'm not.

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

Everything ok
over there?

Too much tabasco.

These guys.

Why doesn't
this surprise me?

Hi, mucho.

Your pally 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
fuckin' 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. Ask her!

Ow!

Gloria, where
are the q-tips?

We don't have any.

You can't find
anything in here!

Ow! 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.

Um, could you bring me
some of those percodan?

Yes, now.

Boy, you sure can
pick 'em.

It's a knack.

Whoa. Wait a minute.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh, ho ho!

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.

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 Sullivan's corpse.

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

But I might as well
have saved my breath.

Ok, 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 L.A.,

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
saying that?

You think you can be
all nice to me,

and I'll forget
what you did,

but I won't.

I got a long fuckin'
memory, pally.

Right. Your memory's

about an inch longer
than your dick.

That's very funny, Gloria.

You should take
that act to Vegas.

Jeff!

Get down!

No!

No.

Hyah!

Jesus Christ.

Hey, man,

I was just doing
what you told me.

You said don't stay
on top of the pier

while you get 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...

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.

Verna, listen.

Uhh. I got
a real mess.

Yeah.

There's 2 of them.

They're dead.
Better get up here.

You expect anybody
to believe this?

Ok.

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.

2 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 the canyon.

How soon
can you get there?

Ok, 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, ok?

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 ok with you.

It's ok 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 had been
counting on me, but--

I said it was ok.

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?

Ohh.

What do we do now,
Harry?

Cover it up.

Hey, I know I'm the one

that keeps flunking
the p.I. 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 want to 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.

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 turn 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
is 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 did 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.

20 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 awhile,
you begin to...

Think that you are entitled
to all the things that--

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
goddamned...

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 day 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 will 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.

Ah...

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 days?

Ok.

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...

And 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 owe.

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.

Ohh...

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?

It's good to see you.

Drop by anytime
you feel like it.

I mean it.

I--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 crack up.

That's it?

That's it.

Ok.

All right. That'll conclude
the interview.

It's October 20, 1997,

at 0600 hours.

But that's not quite it,
is it, Harry?

No, not quite.

You know, after
my daughter died,

I started hitting
the sauce pretty bad,

and it became obvious

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 done.

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.