Night Moves Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Night Moves Script



Beep. How I hate these goddamn machines.

It's Nick, babe. I got one for you, Har.



Needs a real live detective

and not one of our computers.



It's a lady called Arlene Iverson.



      Sunset Plaza.



Looking to get her daughter home.



She's an old friend. Used to be

in the movies. Maybe you remember.



If you take the job, stop by the office.

I'll give you what stuff we have on Arlene.



Bye-bye, poops.



Where's my old lady?



Your old lady's in the office.



Be careful, that's ivory.



Good hands.



lt's too late now, Mr. lbáñez.

lt has been too late since Monday.



Look, let's just forget the whole thing.

Past, present and future.



l'm sorry.






What brings you across the tracks?



Oh, l just have to go visit

one of the beautiful people.



How'd you get to meet

one of the beautiful people?



lt's one of Nick's handouts.



Have you had any second thoughts

about joining his agency?



Yeah. That's not an agency.

That's a information factory.



l'd go bananas there in one week.



-Can l get some cash?

-Yeah, it's right there.



You gonna be late tonight?



Oh, l don't know. Why?



Charles and l are gonna see

a Rohmer film. My Night at Maud's.



-Wanna come?

-l don't think so.



l saw a Rohmer film once.

lt was kind of like watching paint dry.



-Shall l come back?




-ls she taking it?

-She wants to see it in place.






When are we going bowling again?



You get some weird satisfaction

from this sort of thing, don't you?



Are you the kind of detective

who, once you get on a case...



...nothing can get you off it?

Bribes, beatings.



-The allure of a woman--

-That was true in the old days.



Before we had a union.



My daughter Delly--

Or would you believe Delilah?



My husband was a film producer

who wanted to produce biblical epics.



-Well, she's gone.

-How long gone?



Two weeks. l'm used to her staying

out nights. At first l didn't worry.



How old is she?






You got any idea what she does

with her spare time or...?



Oh, yeah. She--

She hangs out with freaks.



She smokes marijuana.



Gets laid, l daresay.



Do you have a name for any of these

freaks that she hangs out with?



Yeah. A creep called Quentin.



l called him, and he told me

Delly had left town.



Told me not to bother him and hung up.






Do you have an address for Quentin?




-And l'll need a picture of Delly.



Preferably one taken in natural light.



This is my second husband,

Tom lverson. The bum.



The only thing l got

out of him was a new name.



That's after l quit acting.



Did you ever see me in anything?



l was never big, not really big.



There were a lot like me.



You know, studio premieres,

studio romances, not much talent.



l got lucky. l grabbed off

one of the big guns, lrving Grastner.



Oh, l had lovely tits.

Even if l do say so myself.



They're sitting

on a little bit of silicone now...



...but when they were up for grabs,

they were really something special.



Delly didn't do so bad, either.



All right. Go find her.



Well, let's say      a day

and legitimate expenses.



You can get cheaper.



Can l get better?



You're hired.



For them that don't have football,

there's always religion. You ever miss it?



No, not a bit.



You ought to get money into those.

They're appreciating faster than real estate.



Now that the Mexicans got their backs

up about their art being ripped off.



Excuse me. l hate to tell you

what this little piece of crap is worth.



Don't you like them, Har?



lf they didn't all remind me

of Alex Karras.



Yeah, here it is.



-The tape on Arlene. She likes big guys--

-That ever buy you anything?



Hey, Arlene and me go way back.



Arlene Iverson.



Maiden name, Carson. Age,   .



Born, Scottsdale, Arizona,

October  rd,       .



Father owned hardware store.

Discharge bankrupted in '  .



Died '   self-inflicted gunshot.



Scottsdale High School,

did not complete curriculum.



Came to Los Angeles in '  .

Enrolled Lee Spellman's acting studio.



Placed under contract

to Universal Studios, '  .



Appeared in eight films between

'   and '   all minor roles.



Married Irving Grastner in '  .



Played leads in three films

for husband's production company.



Retired in '  .

Daughter Delilah, born '  .



Sued Grastner for divorce, '  .

Grounds, mental cruelty.



Grastner countersued

on grounds of adultery...



...naming, among others,

Thomas Iverson.



Divorce granted. Grounds, mental cruelty.

Custody of child awarded to subject.



No alimony.

Grastner set up trust fund for daughter.



Includes residence,

securities and property...



...yielding approximately       per year.



Sole support is income from trust,

so long as she retains custody of daughter.



Grastner died in '  .



His will expressly excluded

Arlene Iverson.



All assets to daughter on   th birthday.



Medical history: Breasts,

silicone, Myerson clinic, '  .



Hysterectomy at Lungrass Center, '  

following removal of ovarian cyst.



Admitted, Lungrass Center,

May '    after auto accident.



Information supplied indicates

admission result of bodily assault...



...and coincidental with separation

from second husband, Iverson.



Hi. Anybody home?



Yeah. Up here.



Why don't you watch it downstairs?

That thing will kill your eyes.



-Who's winning?




One side's just losing

slower than the other.



What's wrong? You have a hard day?



How was the movie?



Pretty arty.



Did Charles like it?



He thought it was yummy.

We had a bite to eat afterwards.



Can you come downstairs

and watch the game?



Yeah, l'll be down in a minute.






l'm gonna make some cocoa.

You want a cup?



No, thanks. l'm fine.



Hey, Quentin?



-Are you Quentin?

-Who's looking for him?



Moseby Confidential.



What kind of bullshit name is that?



lt's not so hot. At least it doesn't

have an eye printed on the card.



l'm looking for Delly Grastner.



Delly isn't around here anymore.



You got any idea where she could be?



ls she visiting friends? ls she meditating?

Did she join a commune?



Delly's idea of a commune

is her and the guy on top of her.



-When's the last time you saw her?

-Screw off, mister.



-Hey! What is this?

-What happened to your face?



-l won second prize in a fight.

-Where's the last place you saw Delly?



-ln New Mexico.




l went down there on a job.

A movie location.



For Warner Bros.

Delly went with me.



There was a guy. One of the stuntmen.

Delly hit on him.



-When l left, she stayed on.

-What was the stuntman's name?



Marv Ellman.



ls he the one you had the fight with?



-Any message if l run into Delly?

-Just be driving a truck.



They really get to you, don't they?



Can l help you with that?



l can manage.



l'm going your way.



What is this?



l'm Ellen's husband.



l'm not surprised.



l thought Ellen

would tell you, sooner or later.






That's the way she is.



She didn't tell me.



l saw you coming out of a movie.



-How'd she take it?

-l haven't spoken to her.



You haven't spoken to her?

What's this about?



-l wanna know what l walked into.

-Ask your wife.






Let's pretend l'm asking you.



How serious is it?



You and Ellen, huh?



For me, it's not too serious.



For Ellen, ask her. l'd be guessing.



lt seems to me

you're the one it's serious for.



l'm beginning

to get you in focus, Moseby.



You know, Ellen talks a lot about you.



About the kind of guy you are.



-l didn't come to talk about me.

-A great athlete. But you're different.



-You're sensitive.

-Let's stick with you and Ellen.



How you were left by your parents

and brought up by relatives--



Knock off the goddamn crap.



-l don't wanna know what she told you.

-lt's a clue.



lsn't that what you do, look for clues?

Didn't you track down your parents?



-Mr. Tracer-of-Lost-Persons?

-Don't swing on it.



You weren't trailing Ellen

when you saw us?



Take a swing at me

the way Sam Spade would.



Why didn't you come to me?



l wanted to see what he looked like.



-Are we gonna talk?

-lt's your ball. Run with it.



Oh, don't start with the sporting

metaphors. l couldn't stand that.



This isn't something we can

pretend doesn't involve you.



What is this ''we'' bullshit?



l didn't get caught fucking Marty Heller.



-Why did you go to him before me?

-Because l didn't wanna be lied to.



How do you know l would've lied?



Been doing a pretty good job of it so far.



Why didn't you come up to me outside

the movies when you saw me with Marty?



That would have really been terrific.



l stand there while you introduce him

as some client or some friend of Charles.




-But then when l came home...



...then you wanted to trap me,

make me incriminate myself.



Then you could get the evidence,

like l was one of your divorce cases.



A wonder you didn't

photograph the bed.



You're really prime, Ellen.

You know that?



-l catch you, and you attack my lifestyle?

-Your lifestyle has nothing to do with it!



What is it, for God's sake?

A private eye? lt's a joke.



-At least the job Nick offered you had--

-l don't want Nick's fucking job!



Any more than l want your job.



-l like doing what l'm doing.

-Doing what?



People ask you to do boring,

trivial things, and you do them...


            if that were--

Oh, turn that thing off.



l can't hear myself think.



Lucky you.






lf you'd asked me, l would've told you.






Yeah. Well...



...we won't know now, will we?



Keep it coming, Marv.



Leave the cars.



Get the bag up good and high.

Keep firing in the police car.



-Get away from the smoke!

-Hit your smoke.



Crazy son of a bitch, fly that plane.



Beautiful, Marv.



-That's pretty good.

-Okay. Very good, boys.



Okay. We got it.

How was that? Okay for you?



How's that for you, Alan?



-Hey, he flies good.

-He does everything like that.



Guys like Marv make me feel old.

Well, l am old.



l'd say we saw the same movie.



Hey, aren't you the Harry Moseby

who played ball for Oakland?



Yeah. l saw you in the Pro Bowl.

What year was it, now, '  ?



Sixty-three. Yeah, we lost    -   .



Yeah, yeah. You made the interception

against that big running back.



-What was his name again?

-Willie Hazel.



-Big, big mother. lt was a great move.

-Yeah, it stuck pretty good.



One of these days, Ellman. Up yours!



She hung around for about a week.

Wouldn't you say, Joey?



-lt just seemed longer.

-He didn't approve.



Delly has had it rough enough.

She needs you like she needs a third leg.



-Same again?

-Joey's okay.



Except he likes

to play Delly's daddy.



See, the thing is...


            and Arlene, we got it on

together a couple of times.



There's nothing like having

a mother and a daughter.



Gives you sort of a kind of perspective.



Know what l mean?



-What about the guy? Quentin?

-Oh, that weirdo.



He's a magic mechanic,

all right, but he's a freak.



He got pissed because Delly was turning

on to me. Tells me to stay away.



Next thing l know, he throws a punch.



l knocked him down a couple of times.

Joey came in and rescued him.



l was telling Harry about the fight.



Kid should've had

a wrench to even things up.



-She say where she was going?

-Nope. Just lit out.



Didn't even thank me.



Well, if that's it...



...there's a little lady over at the bar

needs a fella like me to buy her a drink.



See you, Har.



He'd fuck a woodpile

on a chance there was a snake in it.



Hell, it ain't easy, Harry.



l know Arlene from way back

when she was married to Tom.



And l watched that Delly grow up

from squirming around on guys' laps to...



...well, studs like that Marv, there.



And it ain't the most

cheerful thing l ever saw.



You think Delly knew that Marv

and her mother were making it?



A blind man on a galloping horse

would've known.



Arlene ain't Lillian Gish.



-Oh, hey.

-l'm sorry.



You don't mind having your drink spilled

by a sweet little ass like that.



Hey, listen, what were you drinking?

Here, let me buy you one.



You tell me.



ls that rye?



-lt's water. The same for my friend here.

-Yes, sir.



Shit! Would you believe me,

letting a kid like that get through to me?



Some days, you know.



Hey, kid. lt's okay. Okay.



l've been doing this thing

most of my life...



...and all l got to show for it

is the muscle in my arm, my camper...



...and two ex-wives who wait

for the postman every month...


            it was the Second Coming.



The world is getting smaller,

the kids are getting younger...



...and l am getting drunk.



-You can sleep in my camper. l got room.

-Thanks. l'll take you up on that.



-l'll see you, Joey. Thanks a lot.

-On your way, huh?



What's Quentin doing here?



We ran into some trouble

on the stunt plane.



What is it with Ellman?



He drives this thing

like it was a truck.



The brakes are gone,

l had to change one of the tires.



-lt has chips on the prop.

-Hi, Quentin.




-How long will it take you to get it flying?



-For Marv? Right now.




Gotta keep him and Marv apart...



-...and still finish the gags on this picture--

-You think you got troubles?



l gotta go back

and see the black widow.



-Keep your legs crossed.

-You ever see Tom lverson?



lt's been about a year, year and a half.



Last l heard, he was taking tourists

down the Colorado River on rafts.



He's another guy that can only do

one thing, and that has gotta be crazy.



-We ought to have reunions.

-See you back in the smog.



Let's take in a ball game

when you get back to the city.



-Caught me in my bath.

-l'm sorry.



Oh, that's all right.



You could've joined me.

lt's a big bath.



Maybe some other time

when l'm feeling really dirty.



l ran into a friend of yours

down in New Mexico.



-Oh, really? Who's that?

-Marv Ellman.



Oh, how's Marv?



-Where do you know him from?

-Around the house.



ln the bath.



One of the stunt guys. Used to hang

around when l was married to Tom.



Was Delly around then?



-She was just a kid.

-How much of a kid?



Oh, l don't know,     ,    .



And she was jealous

of every one of them.



All right, what's it all about?



Delly had one of your scenes

with Marv in New Mexico.



-That dirty son of a bitch.

-Where's Tom lverson?



Tom? What's--?

What's Tom got to do with it?



l think maybe she's trying

to even up the score.



l don't know. The last l heard...



...he was running some dumb

charter boat down in the Florida Keys.



How long ago?



Six months.



Would Delly have any way

of knowing that?



l might've mentioned it. l--



My guess is that l should go down there.



You're gonna go all the way

to Florida on a guess.



No. l'm gonna fly all the way to Florida

on your money, Mrs. lverson.



That's up to you.



Go ahead.



-You said you'd wait.

-Had to stop by the office.



-Straight to the airport?

-Plane leaves at     .



-You just got back this morning.

-The girl l'm looking for may be down there.



Couldn't that wait a day

so we could talk?



l can't work up

much enthusiasm for talking...



...after hearing it all

played back through Marty.



Why'd you have to talk to...?

About my father? All that?



l was trying to describe you

to myself, not to him.



l was trying to remember what l admired--



Sure picked a funny place for it.



The hell with it. Let's not make

such a big deal out of it, Ellen.



You were screwing around,

got caught.



-Happens all the time.

-Not to us.



-Go tomorrow. One day can't--

-Ellen, either way, l have to go.



Why? So you can pretend

you're solving something?



There's notice of a rising barometer

and prevailing clear weather.



That indicates no precipitation

will be falling over south Florida.







-This is Tom lverson's place, isn't it?



That's right. He's not here now.

We're closed for the day.



-You got any idea where l can locate him?

-He may be here tomorrow.



-What's it about?

-Wanted to ask him some questions.



You sound like you might be the police.



My name is Harry Moseby.

l'm a private investigator.



Tom's stepdaughter Delly is missing.



Ran away from home. l'm looking for her.



-You got something to verify that?




-What do you got them for?

-Well, there's a big demand for dolphins.



Lots of people want them.

You'd be surprised.



People buy them

for their swimming pools.



They think it's chic

to have a dolphin for a pet.



Like that craze for baby alligators

in New York years back.



When they got bored, they flushed them.



Now they got a sewage system swarming

with blind, albino, shit-eating alligators.



l'm not too sure l believe that.



You one of those

''intent on the truth'' types?



Well, l'm not religious about it, but l....



-Delly's here.

-What, now?



-This very minute.

-Where are we going?



Over there. lf you wanna swim, it's a mile.

lf you wanna follow me, it's six.



l'm burning oil, so l'd stay back.






You gonna tell her who you are?



-l don't know. ls she liable to take off?

-Not before she's tried to leave.



She's pretty liberated?



Well, we all get liberated like Delly,

there'll be fighting in the streets.







You been down here before?

Pretty funky.



There's been some great storms.



Feels like everything's gonna blow away.



l really like that feeling, you know?



-How old are you?

-l'm   .



-You like things to stay the way they are.

-That depends on how they are.



l like things to change no matter what.



ls that Tom?



-lt ain't Lindbergh.

-Hey, Delly.



-Here to pick you up.

-Did you tell her?



-l'm here to pick you up.

-No, l....



l thought l'd wait and talk to Tom first.



Hey, we got a visitor.



-Who is it?




l don't know. Paula brought him.



-Are you gonna take me swimming tonight?

-l don't know.



l wanna go. You said we'd go out.



You thought l was bald, right?



How long you been on the Keys?



-Long enough.

-And you don't like it?



l like the sun.



l'm convalescing.



-What from?

-A terrible childhood.



My father used to blow his nose

with his fingers.



That'll do it every time.



Down here, l'm a good-looking chick.

You don't think so at the moment...



-...but stick around.

-Okay. Start them burning.



You mind if l ask what the setup is?



Are you with Tom?



ls Delly hanging it out for Tom?



What are you with all these questions?

You some kind of detective?



You are kind of edgy, aren't you?



lt's the heat and the low wages.



-Come on, Delly.

-Give me a ride.



Home is the hunter, home from the hill.

The sailor home from the sea.



Got yourself a drink, Harry.

Good boy.



How about you eat my cheeseburger,

and l'll eat your steak.



Harry, this has gotta be the greatest part

of the world. Damn right.



lf l go up on the mainland now,

l get nervous.



l gotta come back down here...



...and put my tank on, go out

and sit for a half an hour.



Just to get my head straight.



-ls there still much smuggling going on?

-Do dogs have fleas?



Cuba's only    miles away, and it's getting

closer. There's always a buck to be made.



How are you...



...figured on getting her

to go back?



Oh, it's simple enough.



-There's just one complication.

-What's that?




-Me? Why?



-You're her stepfather. The cops--

-You're not going to the cops, are you?



-That would be my next move, yeah.

-You don't have to go that far.



-l've come to take her back to Arlene.

-But the cops. My God, she's just a kid.



-She give you any trouble?

-What kind of trouble?



Well, l mean trouble you wouldn't

want the cops to know about.



Well, she....





           're a pretty straight guy.



And l'm gonna tell you...



...l want that kid the hell out of here.



You see, l...



...l get pretty foolish with her, and l....



Well, you've seen her.

God, there ought to be a law.



There is.









l'm getting you settled in.






Where do you want this?



l borrowed your shirt.



My clothes were wet.



You know, l read in a book once...



...that when a man sits in a chair like that,

he's afraid of women.



That sounds reasonable enough to me.



ls chess hard to learn?



lt isn't easy, believe me.



-l brought you some ice.




-Want a drink?




Mind if l use your shower?

Mine doesn't work so good.



Be my guest.



Pour another.



Did she offer you the key to the city?



Well, no. lt was...



...more like a sightseeing tour.



How do you resist?



Oh, l just think good, clean thoughts,

like Thanksgiving...



...George Washington's teeth.



-You beating yourself?

-That's from a game played in      .



-Do you play?

-l know the moves.



Black had a mate, didn't see it.



Queen sacrifice.



And three little knight moves.












Oh, that's nice.



l'll bring your shirt back

in the morning, okay?






Show me that again.



-lt's a beauty.




But he didn't see it.



He played something else, and he lost.



Must have regretted it every day

of his life. l know l would have.



l do regret it, and l wasn't even born yet.



That's no excuse.



You guys have to get down.

See you tomorrow.



-Did you come to get your shirt back?

-No, no.



No, l came to tell you that l'm a

private detective hired by your mother.



To take you back to L.A.



Are you kidding?



No, l'm not.



Well, you can forget it.



l am not going back to that bitch!



-You don't have much choice.

-Go screw yourself.



Delly, you're either gonna go back to L.A.

with me or l'll turn you over to the cops--



-Hey, Delly, what's wrong?

-This old pervert keeps flashing on me.



Go away, you fucking bounty hunter.

You're not gonna earn anything off of me.



Kill that son of a bitch, John.



She doesn't want me.



lt's the money.



l know Arlene...



...and so does Tom.



He hates her as much as l do!



He's my stepfather, and unless he says so,

l'm not going back.



-Where's Tom?

-Gone out on a charter.



-When will he be back? You know?

-He gassed up for the whole day. Why?



l wanna get Delly...



-...on a flight to L.A. today.

-Not unless Tom says l have to.



Delly, l know what he's gonna--



Paula, did you know that

son of a bitch was a detective?



Oh, well, what the hell?



Who's in such a hurry anyway, right?






Tom! You're not gonna make me

go back to Arlene, are you?



Why didn't anybody tell me?



There ain't nothing

l can do about it.



-Screw Arlene.

-You gotta go back with him.






Hi, Moseby.



Good. Do l need that.



-Take Delly out swimming tonight, will you?

-Yeah, sure.



Did you come out to make sure

l didn't swim away?






l just came out for the ride.



What happens if we...



...just keep on going?



You'd end up in the Yucatán.



-You been there?

-Not yet.



What'd you do before this?



This and that.



l taught school, l kept house...



...l waited tables...



...l did a little stripping,

l did a little hooking...



...and l trod a lot of water.



Sounds kind of bleak.



Or is it just the way you tell it?



Do you ask because

you wanna know the answer...



...or is it just something you think

a detective should do?



l just want you to know l'm here.



Did you know that...



...sharks can never stop swimming

because they don't have any flotation sacs?



l didn't know that.



Stick with me, kid. lt ain't much fun,

but it's educational.



-Harry Moseby, isn't it?

-Right. First time.



Okay, folks, l guess this is as good

a place as any.



-Tropical fish.

-lt's the Alaskan finger fish. lt's very rare.



-And that's the dorsal view of the Alaskan--

-What about all those sharks swimming?



You're worried about sharks,

with Delly in the water?



-Well l guess l have to tough it out.

-That's right.



Come on in!



-Your little girl's waiting for you, Harry.

-Do l really have to?



-Paula! Paula, come quickly!

-What is it?



-Quick, Paula!

-Delly, stay there!



-Do you see her?




-Slow down the boat! Stop the boat!

-God, what is it?



-Do you see her?




-Jesus God, look at that.




What is that?



-Who is it?

-Oh, my God.



Delly! Delly!



That's it. Come on.

Stop struggling.



Okay. Come on.



Got it.



Get the water out of her.



-Just hold on. Hold on.

-The fish. The fishes!



-Drink this.

-All right.



Come on.



Take it easy.



That's right. Take it easy.



-Good girl.

-You're okay.



She'll be fine. She panicked

and took in water.



-What was that?

-Marker for the Coast Guard.



Poor bastard.



-Can you manage her?




That's right. Just one...



...the pilot of a plane.



Yeah, l left a float for a marker.



That's right.






Listen, you took my phone number,

so you can call anytime.






Nothing they can do tonight.

They'll go out in the morning.






You know, this is a bad area

for accidents.



Just like that stretch up

the other side of Miami.



Devil's Triangle. Did you ever hear of it?



They got more missing planes and boats

there than you can count.



And l don't mean little planes, either.

Navy planes, military...



...big ships, tankers, you name it.



Foul up the whole coast.



l wonder how long he's been down there.



Won't know that till they bring him up.



Where are you going?



-To my room.

-Why don't you sleep in here.



-l wanna go.

-lt's comfortable.



Tom, let her go.






Attagirl, Paula.



Sleep well.



Party over?



Tom couldn't last the pace.



You got a very funny reaction to....



Out there.



l guess it was seeing the dead guy.



Where were you when Kennedy got shot?



Which Kennedy?



Any Kennedy.



When the president got shot,

l was on my way to San Diego.



Football game.



When Bobby got shot,

l was sitting in a car...



...waiting for a guy to come out of a house

with his girlfriend.



Working on a divorce case.



One of those times l wish

l was in another business.



Why do you ask?



lt's one of those questions

everybody knows the answer to.






lt was that poor bastard in the plane.



l remember Bobby, when he got shot.



The newsreels made it look like

everything was happening underwater.



First time anybody touched my breast,

was a boy called Billy Danruther.



The nipple stayed hard for nearly

half an hour afterward.



Don't you think that's sad?






l think it's kind of nice.



l don't. l think it's so fucking sad.



l come from a small town.



l grew up in a small town in upper

New York state, Malone.



Do you know it?



You should, it's part of your heritage.



Benjamin Franklin slept there.



You remember Ben Franklin,

he's the one on the hundred dollar bills.






Harry Moseby, isn't it?









lt's all right.



lt's all right.



What's the matter?



What's the matter?

Hey, hey.



What's the matter?



-His face.

-lt's all right. Hey, come on, now.



-He was holding me by the wrist....

-You're just having a nightmare.



l wanna go back to L.A. tomorrow.

Can we? Promise?



-l promise.




l promise.



Now, go to sleep.



l like being patted like that.



lt's supposed to remind you...



...before you were born, your

mother's heart beating on your back.



Do you think you can remember

back that far?



Listen, Delly, l know it doesn't make

much sense when you're    ...



...but don't worry...



...when you get to be   ...


            isn't any better.



Did you ever run away from home?






Me and my parents...



...we had a different arrangement.



l think people are shitty.



You're okay.






Yeah, l'm an ace.









Are you gonna be all right now?






-You won't need us for the Coast Guard?




Paula ought to be able

to tell them all they need to know.



Well, we'll be seeing you.



-Thank you.

-Oh, that's all right. You deserve it.



l'm very pleased to have Delly home.



Tell me, did you have trouble

persuading her to come back?



No, not a lot.

lt was easier than l thought.



How'd you know she was home?



-Delly called me.

-Get up.



You don't care, do you?



Somebody says, ''Find my daughter,''

you find her. Someone says, ''Spy,'' you do.




-That's what you're all about.



-You're worse than the fuzz.




Come on, let's go.



-Stay the hell away from here! Get out!

-Are you satisfied? You see?



You brought another happy family together.



-Those the new Advent speakers?

-What is this, Moseby?



They really fill the room nicely.



What game is this?



lt's no game, l just....



-Just wanted to see you.

-Did you have to break in?



l thought l did, yeah.



-Well, l think Harry would like me to leave.

-l don't think that's necessary.



Harry thinks it is.



Harry thinks if you call him Harry again,

he's gonna make you eat that cat.



l'll wait on the deck.



l'm back.



l'm gonna give up the agency.



-You don't have to do that for me.

-lt's not for you.



l'm doing it for me.



Why'd you change your mind?



l don't know. l don't know. l don't.






...whatever you want.



-Last year, you got us great tickets.




Every year you're out,

they move you back.



You're still serious about wanting

some stunt work?



-l don't know.

-What the hell is that?



That job l offered you is still open.



-l just got an extra's card for Delly.

-For Delly? How come?



Arlene asked me to try to fix it up.



-Where do you know Arlene from?

-From way back.



What's your name again? Ziegler?

Joey Ziegler?



-l don't think you're one of the names.

-What names?



One of those she cheated on

Grastner with.



l'm one of a small, select group.

We hold meetings in a telephone booth.



Bonjour, private eye.

It's your last case speaking.



Have you found any more

little runaway girls?



Hey, I wanna talk to

you about something.



I think you might be

interested to know who--



-How are you, Harry?

-l'm fine.






You know.



Yeah, l know.



-You're really giving up the business?

-Well, it looks like it.



How you been?



More lousy than fine.






You're different.



Am l?






You seem very remote.



No, l was just thinking about...






Anybody l know?






Not even anybody l know.



My old man.



Was he really so unlike you?



-When you met him?

-l never met him.



But l thought you stayed with him.

You told me. For a week.



Well, you know, l was really

pretty proud of myself.



The way l tracked him down.



l followed all the clues.



Followed him from job to job, city to city.



l finally found him in Baltimore.



Some rooming house on Hibiscus Avenue.



Went up to the door.

There was a little card there.



Had his name on it.



Somebody pointed him out to me.



He was in a park on a bench,

sitting there. Just a little old guy...



...reading the funny pages

out of the paper.



Mouthing the words with his lips.



l just sat there for a while and watched

and then went away.



Why did you never tell me this?



l don't know. lt was something

l wasn't very proud of.






Standing   feet away from my father

and then just walking away.



Trouble is, after the first   feet...


           's hard to tell whether or not

you're jumping or you're falling.



We've taken a long time to get this far.



l don't wanna pour it all away.













-What is it?



That girl you brought from Florida,

what was her name?



Delly Grastner. Why?



l just heard on the radio. She's dead.



l'm sorry.



Oh, God.



Okay, roll it, please.



You know, this wasn't even a stunt.



lt was some silly-ass Keystone Kop gag.



The green car.



That's Delly and me.






We didn't kill a goddamn chicken.



That's the B camera.

Another angle, same stuff.



-ls that Quentin?

-Sure. We had trouble under the car.



Muffler or something,

and he went and fixed it.



What is that camera there?



Oh, that's some cockamamie student

    mm documentary or something.



That's Delly and me again.



lt was around that corner that it....



lt was so simple.



ls there any other film on the accident?



Yeah. Yeah, the kid's got some part of it.



l'll have them roll it for you.

l don't wanna see it.



Will you roll the     please?



Yeah, l can understand why

you didn't wanna see it.



Well, it just reruns itself

in here anyway, so....



Look, Joey...



...could Quentin have--?

Forget why he'd want to.



Could he have futzed that car?



-You mean when he was underneath?

-Any time.



No, l don't see it.



Look, Harry, l did it.



l was the driver.



Some fucking driver.



Harry, the thing is...



...the kid seemed so much better

when she came back.



Like she....



Like she got it all together more.



-Did you notice that?




No, l....



l never saw her after l brought her back.

l had a call from her...



...but l wasn't in.






Hey, Joey.






Take it easy, huh?



You're lucky you didn't get

wiped out with her.



That's not the way it happens.



You heard.



That's right, Mrs. lverson.



l heard.



That why you're in mourning?



Get out of here, you son of a--



-You get it all here, don't you?




You get it all.



What's that mean?



That's supposed to mean

l don't like you, Mrs. lverson.



Delly never had a chance

with you as her mother.



She was on a downhill slide

right from the start.



So l'm not grief-stricken.



What does that make me?



You know, Delly isn't the only kid

who ever had it rough.



When l was her age...



...l was down on my knees

to half the men in this town.



l'm sorry the poor little bitch is dead.



And when the time comes,

l'll cry for her...



...but you won't be around to see it,

Mr. Smart-Ass-Moseby.













-What happened to her, Quentin?



lt was an accident. l was there.



-Damn right.

-What do you want, Moseby?



Somebody murdered her.






l don't know. The only one that gets

anything out of Delly dying is Arlene.



-How? Who helped her?

-You're crazy. l don't know.



Why were you there

when Delly got home?



l told you. Delly called from the airport--



-What was so important?

-That was about Ellman.



-The stuntman?

-Didn't she tell you?



What about him?



She didn't tell me anything.



lt was Ellman in the plane

on the bottom.



Wait a minute.



-That was Marv Ellman?




Well, why didn't she tell me?

l was right there.



She figured you did it.

You futzed the plane!



She thought l had it in for him. l didn't.



l saw you underneath the car.



-What would l wanna kill Delly for?

-She figured out you killed Ellman.



-Marv Ellman dead...?

-l called Florida.



Goddamn it. They never reported the plane

to the Coast Guard. Why?



l still can't get over it.



He was crazy, but he was a hell of a guy.



Does Tom lverson know Quentin?



Yeah, yeah, sure. They both been into stunt

gags for years now. Sure, Tom knows him.



There's no other explanation.

Quentin is in with lverson.



They didn't report the plane in the water.

Ellman's plane, your car, two dead:




-l still don't see the connection.



-My bet is he's in Florida with Tom.

-Let me know, huh, Harry?



l hate airports.



l'll be back no later than Friday.



There's something wrong,

and l can figure it out.



-Then tell the police what you know.

-Oh, God.



Decided not to.



-l don't think this is gonna solve everything.

-But if you didn't go....



Now, look, l know you've been alone a lot,

even when l was around.



And l know when you get....



When we get like that,

we reach out for other people.



Marty was a distress signal.



-You were passing by at the time.

-l didn't mean just you.



l know what you didn't mean.



You're gonna miss your plane.



lf you don't go now, you can't come back.



Throughout the Gulf of Mexico,

the winds continue south by southwest...



...changing to southerly by morning.



The barometer reading is   .  inches

and rising.



The correct temperature is    degrees.



Anticipated high for the day

in the low   s.



The United States Weather

Service reports developing....



Okay, Paula, let's go.



Hello, Harry.



You killed Quentin, didn't you, Tom?



Pain in the ass. Pushing around, threatened

to go to the Coast Guard about Ellman.



He wouldn't believe it was an accident.

Talking about Delly, the cops.



Watch the propeller!



Goddamn fools!



Tom! No!






You're ridiculous!



Cut it out. That's enough.



Oh, my God! Tom!



He's still breathing.



lf you want him dead so much,

why don't you come on and kill him?



Fucking fools. Hit! Hit! Hit!



What the hell is going on?

l wanna know.



-Don't we all, Harry!

-Cut that out.



l've been listening

to your Ping-Pong talk long enough.



What was in Marv Ellman's plane? Drugs?



-Was it drugs?

-No! No drugs.



Something from the Yucatán...



...some piece of junk worth half a million,

according to Tom.



They'd been flying it in, piece by piece. The

crazy bastards had been at it for months.



lt's crazy. The whole thing. Crazy.



-Where is this half a million dollars' worth?

-lt's out there!



Over the shells,

out past where we found the plane.



All right, come on. Let's go.



You mean you're gonna solve the case

and find the booty?



That's right.



Can you dive    feet?






Then you're lucky to have me with you,

aren't you?



Get on.



Come on, Harry.

We're gonna catch the sunrise.



-What were you getting out of it?




Oh, some change.



A little more fuel for the flight.



Bus ticket for the next stop

after Key West.



l got into it because

l got involved with Tom.



l got involved with Tom because...



...he was the only man around

who got nicer as he got drunk.



lt may not sound like much to you, but

believe me, in these parts, it's a good deal.



That night after we found the plane,

Tom went back out, didn't he?



That marker you left, that was for him...


            he could move your piece of junk

away from the plane.



And you kept me out of the way.



Something like that.



You told me fairy tales.



About Malone...



...Billy Danruther...



...the president getting shot.



Your erect nipples.



-What does it matter?

-l want to know!



-l told you what it's all about.




-What the hell are you all about?

-You're asking the wrong questions.



Why don't you just be content?

You've solved the case.



l didn't solve anything.






...fell in on top of me.



Why don't we just keep on sailing, Harry?



Why not?



There's the marker.



Only take a couple of minutes to go down.

Take me a bit longer to get your boodle up.



Why don't we let the Coast Guard do it.



Scared l'll try to make it

to the Yucatán underwater?






Get out of the way!



Paula! Go down!



Go under!






Move away!



Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!



You bastard!

Bastard! Bastard!




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