Tenspeed and Brown Shoe (1980): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Sixteen Byte Data Chip and the Brown-eyed Fox - full transcript

We're security exchange
international agents.

The agnello aromado.

It came out of nowhere.

Fact, Marshall is missing.

Cops! Get their attention.

Harry Vernon is missing.

You really got their attention!

Fact, Amelia Earhart is missing.

- He's a police sergeant?
- Homicide. Six years.

- I do bookkeeping.
- Private eyes watch out for romance.

As you were.



"Mark Savage liked people.

He liked the sound of their voices,

the way they moved
in the autumn sunshine.

Savage was a sucker
for a story with a nice ending.

It was his week spot,
he covered it with a growly voice

and a slate grey stare.

He got up, jammed the deck
of Luckies into his pocket,

fired the one in his mouth
and headed out,

out into the Hollywood wilderness.

A town looking to dim
his consciousness.

A town looking for a sucker
like Savage.

A town as phony
as a tap-dancer's smile.

A town where everybody
had a fast story."

Yeah. I'm not asking for anything
more than a confirmation of facts.



A standard procedure
before we write a story.

My reporter's working on a human
interest angle on the freeway explosion.

He turns up your letter. The guy
who saved the kid had it in his pocket.

His name? E.L. Turner. That's right.

He's in the burn ward,
so I'm confirming it with you.

It's kind of singed around the edges,

but reads something like
"notice of eviction".

Yeah.

Well, the reporter's angle's
going to read

"Freeway hero facing eviction
from SUCO housing development".

That's right. Bad publicity.

But we're interested in the truth,
and he is a real big hero.

We're gonna play the story out big.
Really big.

Now, I want my facts correct.

Yes, let's get the facts correct,
big freeway hero.

Would you cool it, man?

I'm trying to get one on
for the little people,

the people who are starving... Yes!

You say you don't have an eviction
notice against Mr E.L. Turner?

You checked if it was a mistake?

Mr Turner is not in arrear?

Well, it's your building, sir.
You should know.

Well, I'll just kill the story.
Thank you. Thank you much.

Hey, Lionel. Look at this, man.

I was holding back my rent
as a bargaining wedge against

absentee management,
and this turkey bought it.

I could have...

I listen to you dream up
these complicated fabrications,

watch you pour all that energy
into these convoluted deceptions,

and it worries me.

- It's not tough.
- I think what you're doing is dangerous.

You're wearing out the dividing line
between fantasy and reality.

My personality is splitting?

If you could devote that effort
to a legitimate assignment,

like these utility turn-ons,

calls like that wouldn't be necessary.

Things like "The Blonde
in the Basic Black Body Bag".

Come on, man. This doesn't qualify you
to fraud me on reality.

Forget the psychological aspect.
We'll talk about work habits.

You can learn something reading these.

Every Mark Savage novel
has a factual basis.

Oh, forget it!

Let's read from the non-fiction list.

Non-fiction list.

I'll get to it this afternoon.

Not this time.
I know checking names is boring.

You're right it is!

- 5,000 utility turn-on orders.
- 5,000!

Locate four or five bail skips,
it pays the rent.

- I'm going downtown.
- What about lunch?

I'll bring you something.

Hey! I'm on the Scarsdale Diet.

Yes, sushi and a bagel.

"Gut feelings come quick
and you learn to move with them fast.

If those Mark Savage instincts,
honed and tempered on the diamond edges

of desperate souls, are leading me
like a bent compass, I'd go with her.

The lumps would heal, like always.

She'd the trim line of a 9-metre racing
sloop under the pull of twin spinnakers.

As I looked up from my desk,
she parted her lips.

They waited proud,
vulnerable as an offering.

I was moving on my Savage instincts.

Before she smiled or whispered anything,
I knew I'd buy her story."

- I'm Lola Marshall.
- I'm E.L. Tur...

- Turner.
- Do you look for missing persons?

Um... Yes.

We find missing persons.

Who's missing?

This clipping. It's a few months old.

Norman Marshall.

My brother.
He'd just opened his own computer firm.

Computer programming,
subsystem design,

sequential and bubble memory
in one Mbyte?

Yes. Specialised computer programming.

I'm afraid I don't understand
much more than that.

May I hold on to this?

Please. Norman understood computers.

- It came very easily to him.
- Yes.

People that worked with him
said he was, is, a genius.

When was the last time
you saw your brother?

Last week, at dinner.

Monday night.

I was leaving rehearsal hall.
I'm a singer.

I was leaving rehearsal hall
about seven in the evening.

I walked into the parking garage,

when I was thrown
into the back seat of a car,

blindfolded and then driven to some room
a few minutes away.

I think that there were three men.

One of them made a phone call
from the room phone

and he put the receiver to my ear.

It was Norman's voice.

And he said that...

Take your time, Miss Marshall.

He said that I would be alright
if I did what I was told.

And that there was nothing for me
to worry about.

About an hour later, they let me go.

And now my brother is missing.

Did you take this to the police?

Oh, yes! Yes, as soon as I was released.

I gave them the phone number that I had,
they questioned everybody there.

- What phone number?
- Ah.

Like I said, I'm a singer.

- You're a singer.
- Perfect pitch.

That's nice.

I matched the tones I heard
to the numbers

and they traced the number
to a general surety company.

General surety.

We went there and nobody
had ever heard of Norman.

As far as the police were concerned,

they couldn't do more.

I'm very afraid that something
has happened to him.

The first thing we do is start
at the general surety company.

Look. Why don't we take your car?

I'm having a new tape deck put in mine.
You don't mind, do you?

Oh, no. Do you believe me?
You're not gonna check my story?

Sometimes in this business
you gotta go with your gut feelings.

And they come quick.

We never discussed your feelings.

Why don't you write
what you think I'm worth?

This is Higgins, security desk.

Not unless you get a clearance.

Can I help you?

I just remembered I have to make
a phone call. I'll be right back.

Security desk, please.

Higgins, security desk.

This is Lieutenant Morgan,
of the Devonshire Division.

I understand that Sergeant McAfee
is on his way over there.

Has he arrived yet?

McAfee...

No.

Where is he? Are you sure?

Look, he's about 30.
A black fella in an pinstripe suit.

It's pretty urgent.

He's a police sergeant?

Yeah, he's a police sergeant.

Could you look around for the fella?

Yeah, hold on a minute.

Sergeant McAfee?

Yo!

There's Lieutenant Morgan
on the phone here for you.

Look, get a number.

I'll call him back
when I finish my investigation.

Right. Lieutenant?

- Yeah.
- He wants a phone number.

He'll call you back when he's finished
with his investigation.

Well, just have him
call me at Division.

- Yeah, right.
- Right. Bye now.

Bye.

Give me Mr Burton.

I guess you want to see
the office manager.

You guessed it, Chester. Let's do it.

Yeah, she's here again.
With another rent-a-cop, I think.

Yes, sir, I'll find out who he is.

I don't believe this.

Would you confirm
that readout on another circuit?

There's half a million dollars missing.

A total of four million dollars
just disappeared.

Too bad. What's he doing out there?

Just punch it. You get the feed read...

It's alright, Mr Lever.
He's another officer.

Wants to talk to Robin.

Alright.

Yes, Higgins.

Sergeant McAfee
would like to talk to you.

- You're...
- Robin Holden.

I spoke with Detective Dickmeyer.

- Dickmeyer?
- Yes.

There's a queer one for you.
Homicide. Six years.

Real type, I tell you.

I bet you can't guess what that turkey
does for the weekends.

You can catch him in some fields,
swishing his net at butterflies.

He keeps them mounted in his gun room.

45's and little yellow bugs under glass.
How do you figure a guy like that?

Oh, we could talk in my office.
Why don't you come in?

Let's go through
the whole readout once more.

Now, the thing is
Dickmeyer's note says that

Norman Marshall specialised
in computer consultation.

Did he work here in that capacity?

- Not in my department.
- No?

No. Norman Marshall.
I don't think I've ever heard of him.

I'd hate to be of any bother,
but could you look around and see

if anybody has worked with him
or heard of him.

I'd be glad to.

Thank you! Thank you much.

Lionel Whitney speaking.
How may I help you?

Oh. This is Lord Malcolm
of the Trenchard Estate.

Our daughter, Penelope,
she fell down that old wishing well,

and all the king's horses
and all the king's men

can't pull that fat hag
out of that well again.

Very funny, very funny.

You can hear me laughing.
It's a joy to plough through

these utility turn-ons
when you promised to do them.

Hey, I got us a client.

A real live girl-type client.

Yeah! And we could use some of
your Savage-esque instincts here.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Lunch at Donatello's.
One o'clock?

- Donatello's at one o'clock.
- I don't care!

I said I don't care. You tell
Lieutenant Morgan that I don't care.

That's a case that should be handled
through forgery.

- Are you conning somebody again?
- That's right. Goodbye. Idiot.

Oh, excuse me.

I'm sorry, but no-one seems
to have heard of Norman Marshall.

All big companies are computerised.
I don't see a connection here.

Is this it?

You private agencies just look at a case
and if the answers don't pop up,

you drop it?

Agencies? You took it
to somebody else before?

Yes. The Harry Vernon Agency.
He gave up too.

Harry Vernon on Victory and Van Nuys?

Second choice to Harry Vernon?

All I want is to find my brother.

And that's all we want too.

We can't consider ourselves
hired on salary on the clock

until we know
we can actually do something.

- It's a matter of integrity.
- We'll help you.

Don't worry. Have some coffee
and I'll attend the check.

You... You will?

Mr Lionel Whitney, please answer
line 1 at the cashier's desk.

My card.

"The Gourmet Guide."

You're Stanley Sicking?

The fettuccine was marvellous.

The agnello aromado - divine!

But how can I write about this?

Brasato di manzo ai funghi.
You didn't like it?

The vinaigrette.

Certainly, Mr Sicking.
I don't see how this could have...

Please, I implore you to allow us
to have another chance.

We just opened, our chef is new.

Allow us to pick up your check.

Well, if you insist.

The check is taken care of,
but where's Lionel?

Someone wanted to see him out back.

I'll be right back.

- What...?
- Get inside, partner.

I want to make a deal with you boys.

Thank you, but we couldn't take on
any more business.

Now I'm running
this parking lot at Donatello's.

You'd best listen.

We're not interested in a deal
that starts like this.

You can't pluck innocent people out
and whisk them away in broad daylight.

You are both in a lot of trouble.

Maybe not a lot of trouble. There's
nothing we couldn't straighten out.

I'll put you
under a verbal contract.

The pay is $5,000.

All you gotta do is look for
the girl's brother, but not too hard.

So she thinks you're making
progress and doesn't hire somebody else.

You want us to pretend
we're investigating?

Do nothing. This girl has stirred up
a lot of sheep dip hiring guys like you.

All you gotta do is hold her hand
for a couple of days.

Now, that's the contract.

Here's the payment,
sort of non-negotiable.

All business is based
on the premise of negotiation.

What does that mean "non-negotiable"?

It means if you don't go along,
we're gonna bury you right here

and mark the spot with a rock.

Then we'll kill the girl,

so she don't go out
and hire another guy.

You'd best take the money
and get out of here.

We'll take the money.

- Hey!
- Me?

Don't make the same mistakes
our former contractees made.

We got ourselves some heavy
non-performance penalties.

Some heavy non-performance penalties.

I see.

You took the money.

Yes, it was our only way out.

We're not out of anything.

"Do nothing". We can't take the money
and do nothing.

- You're right.
- Of course I'm right.

The only thing to do now
is to follow through.

Find out why somebody would pay us
$5,000 just to keep us quiet.

First, we gotta let Lola know
we're not deserting her.

It makes sense.

I think she won't give up
on looking for her brother.

I really like your attitude, E.L.
It's in the spirit of what we do.

That Mark Savage taught me well.

Concern for the client,
the assignment. Just what it should be.

I wonder if you'd feel the same
if the client was less attractive.

If an old woman stumbled in
with the same problem,

would you feel this way?

Tell me you've no physical
interest in Lola Marshall.

Physical interest?

If it were just business
I'd feel more encouraged.

Let me level with you.

No, wait! Just wait.

I was going on my Turner instincts.

Before she smiled, before she whispered,

I knew I would buy her story.

Well, I can't argue with that.

Did you notice the Royale Wilshire
labels in the bottles?

Yeah. I marked the tyres
so we can spot it at the hotel.

That's really good.

We think along the same lines.
I pulled a button off the seat cover.

Oh, boy! We really defaced that car,
didn't we?

We showed them not to mess
with our agency.

That's right.

Yeah.

Is this Lola Marshall's apartment?

- Who wants to know?
- Oh, it's alright, Jim.

I know them.

Jim Blasedale.
Linebacker, Ohio State, right?

Years back. Excuse me.
Babe, I'd better get going.

- My surgery is at six in the morning.
- Oh, right..

- Okay.
- You're gonna be alright?

Sure. Listen, I'll give you a call
at the hospital tomorrow. Alright?

Okay.

Good luck with your operation.
You'll pull through.

Jim is a neurosurgeon, E.L.

Last time I saw that grizzly bear,
he wasn't fixing heads.

He was ripping them off.

I don't like being
abandoned in a restaurant.

Or anywhere else, for that matter.

Would you kindly tell me
how much I owe you?

- Nothing, nothing!
- I decided to hire someone else.

You can't do that!

- Why not?
- Would you tell her?

- You know you were kidnapped?
- We got the same.

Outside the restaurant.

Okay?

Oh! You mean..

Right. We're all in the same boat.

Well?

I did what you said about
the investigators.

Did they go along?

Unless they're dumber than I think.

Good.

Well, Walter?

Cletus took care of it.

You really inspire loyalty.

Did you pull a thorn from his paw
when he was small?

You give a washed-up ball player a job

and he is yours
for as long as you want him.

You ought to know.

All I can think about is old Victor

down in Panama sweating over
what's happening to his company here.

He's lost six million dollars today.

Tomorrow, that stock is just
gonna fall out of bed.

The moron that said that living well
is the best revenge was wrong.

Revenge is the best revenge.

- Say, Lionel.
- What?

What was the name of that guy
in Lola's apartment?

- Blasedale.
- Blasedale, yeah. Was he any good?

Still holds a couple of records.

Doesn't it buzz you when a guy is always
throwing out his old college moves?

He didn't mention it.
He was kind of modest.

Modest?
He was looking for an opening.

I never go around
talking about my baseball career.

I didn't know about that.

I don't talk about it. That's modesty.

Is it?

This is the one.

You're getting really fond of Lola,
aren't you?

The lumps will heal. They always do.

Well put.

You know a Walter Burton?

He's an owner
of pro football franchises.

He's a big shot.
They'll never give us his room.

Sure they will.

Hey, be careful with that handkerchief.
It's silk.

May I help you?

I have a floral arrangement
here for Mr Walter Burton.

Our bell captain will get him. Tony!

I don't care who carries them.

It's an arrangement.
I have to place them.

Bungalow C. Down the hall and turn left.

Hurry!

Hurry up, hurry up!

- I didn't know they were here.
- Me neither.

- You were watching my back.
- I am.

Let's duck in somewhere.
This room, in here. Hurry up!

I'm coming.

I've seen them come down this hall
and then they just disappeared.

Let's pick up a girl.
We'll get the two dummies later.

They're going to Lola's.
We gotta stop them.

They're cops. Get their attention.

Cops suck eggs!

You already got their attention.

Leave her!

Lola!
It's going to be alright, baby.

Freeze!

They went that way.

I said "freeze".

It's alright. We're private
detectives working on a case.

You don't understand.

I never would have been speeding
if I hadn't wanted you to follow me.

This girl is in some danger, they
left when they heard your siren,

but we all saw them.

Why did you write out this ticket?
We're trying to save her.

This is a real, dangerous, tricky case.

Let's book this clown and let
the head doctor sort out his story.

No, no, no. Okay.
So, a moving violation.

Malicious mischief. A misdemeanour.

Sign.

Let's go.

Go inside, Lola. Okay, baby.

You really had them going there.

That's the stuff.
I mean, the real stuff.

He didn't listen to a word I said.

Good thing. You'd be headed
for the head ward.

So, that cowboy mentioned
a previous contractee

and Miss Marshall here
hired Harry Vernon.

Yeah. Did Harry Vernon
contact you after you hired him?

No, he didn't.

Maybe Vernon paid
those non-performance penalties.

Let's go to Vernon's.

I'm not letting you out of our sight.
Get your bag.

- We're in this together, ma'am.
- Yeah, let's go.

This is a colleague's office.

I'm not sure that it's right to plunder,
as it were, brother Seamus.

Come on.

Ah, voilà!

Hey, Lionel!

Harry uses our decorator.
Same battered lamps, cracked ashtrays.

You know, your stuff. Real nice!

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Hello. Look at this.

He records his phone calls.
Can you believe it?

Vernon tapes
confidential conversations.

Why not?

Confidential conversations are,
as the saying goes, confidential.

We all know that Harry is a rat.

That's no hot news flash.

So let's get on it.
Let's listen to the last call first.

I think I'll play the last call first.

Señor Vernon, we are ready
with your call to Panama City.

Señor Molina is on the line.

Right, gracias.

Hello. Can you hear me okay?

Yes. Sure can.

I checked out the information
you gave me.

I agree, it looks like you got them
nailed. I owe you.

We discussed how much
before I turned the goods over to you.

No problem.

- When are you coming in?
- Tomorrow.

- You got the address?
- Right, right.

- I'll meet you there.
- Look, I want you alive.

And I promise I'll pay you more than
ever to cover any security measures.

So, when you hang up the phone,
get lost till I arrive.

- You got it?
- Got it. I know how to disappear.

I'll see you at your place.
Goodbye, sir.

Do you know who we just listened to?

Who?

Victor Molina. He escaped with millions.

Look that.

Do you think that my brother's
disappearance is related

with this tax dodger in Panama?

Why don't we take a powder
and discuss this later?

Let's go through the facts here.

There are no facts.
Lot of questions, but no answers.

Of course there are facts.

Fact, Norman Marshall is missing.

Fact, Harry Vernon is missing.

Fact, Amelia Earhart is missing.

I'm only trying to get a handle on this.

Run the case over in my mind
looking for alternatives,

the subtle discrepancies.

Such as?

Why would Burton be involved?
That's from out of nowhere.

Why would he want us to be
involved for 2 days?

What'll happen in two days?

I don't know.
It doesn't make any sense.

But it does, it makes sense.

I mean, not to me,
but everything has a reason.

Look, it seems to me it all centres
on the general surety computer.

Somebody rigged that computer.

Everybody is trying to keep it quiet

until Molina returns within two days.

Or Harry shows up.
Or Walter Burton does. Or... Or...

Kind of chokes to a halt.

You're right.

That computer room
was really in a panic.

Something's going on.

I think this is our next move.

Let's go.

I know about computers
from when I used to finalise stock,

calculate ratios in investor interest
at the brokerage.

Hey, you're beautiful, man.
You're really beautiful.

When I think you don't have
any more surprises,

you jump up and have another surprise.

I got a job for you.

What do you want? It's not illegal.

Would I ask you to do anything illegal?
I want you to read the computers.

You go in with me and unlock
some of those deep secrets.

Would you, please, Lionel?

Of course.

A chap must take a chance,

cheat the odds,
live his life in the fast lane.

It's a winner, man.

It's Mark Savage, it's you.

Computers are really something.

Did you know that before you work
with one you have to introduce yourself?

It's not like a formal introduction,
but you punch in and it says "hi" back.

You talk to the computer and I'll talk
to the security guard, okay?

Let me handle this.

- Higgins!
- Sergeant, how do you do?

I got a little more investigating to do.

I'm sorry. It's after six, we're closed.

The captain wants to confirm

the details on my report.

He's a captain? He's kind of young.

- Yeah, the world is changing all over.
- Yeah, all over.

Captain Matthison isn't a field captain.
He's a bookkeeping specialist.

I do bookkeeping.

- That's what he does.
- Detective division.

What we have here
is a severe auditing situation,

the captain wants
to go over the reports.

Would you believe
this young whippersnapper

has a doctorate in accounting
and computer programming?

That's what I do.

If a guy has special knowledge,
they give him a rank nowadays.

We're wasting time talking.
I'm not used to waiting.

I want to see the computer now.
Must I produce a warrant?

- I'm sorry. Go right in, captain.
- Thank you, Higgins.

Thank you, Higgins.
Were you one of us, Higgins?

Yes, upstate New York, 10 years
on the county sheriff department.

Well, all very well and good,
but we're not in Upstate New York.

And I am the captain
and you're just a retired patrolman.

Why don't we just let
the guard do his guard?

Good uniform appearance.
You keep your leather up nice.

Thank you, sir.

As you were.

Thank you, sir.

I handled the guard pretty well.

You were real subtle. You don't give
a guy short line inspection.

I think I did great.

It's just like the computers
I used to program. What is this?

An in-house programming book.
Great, great!

- What do you want to know?
- Okay.

Earlier today they were running around
talking about losing millions.

Current absence. Look at that.

They've lost eight million in cash

through transferred assets.

Okay. Now give it to me like a layman.

Simplest way is to programme cash
dispersements to pay off phony accounts.

The last step is to erase
the transaction.

You say this thing can be
programmed to dissolve a company?

Yes, but it would take
a real programmer, the best.

- A genius, like Lola's brother, Norman.
- Exactly.

Could it be stopped?

Somebody in charge would have to stop
all physically,

reprogram the whole system.

I can give you the stockholders.

Yeah? Go! Give me the power.

Look, give me the string-pullers.

Let's check the perks, the goodies.
Vehicles are a tip-off.

Look, a leased Corniche
convertible. A $100,000 car.

- It's got to be the top guy.
- Address? Name?

Maybe the service bill.

An address, no name.

You find the car, we'll find the name.
Giddy-giddy-gai. Let's go.

Your video hook-up
to Argentina is ready.

You look great, Vic.

- Sound's OK?
- Better than good.

I guess you thought I must have
left some assets in the U.S.

You did a good job
stripping my holding company.

You don't have a company.

We had your computer at
the surety company dissolve your assets.

Did you think I was gonna panic,
come running home

and you'd tell the Feds I'm back
in the States and have me arrested?

See, I have some assets
stored away down here.

The way we hear it,

you've been spending everything
to fight the extradition.

Tell me one thing,
how did you re-program that computer?

That was code locked.

We found this computer expert.
It took a little doing.

We had to borrow his sister
for a few hours

in order to persuade him to cooperate.

But he figured it out.

I'm coming back,
but not to get arrested.

I'm coming back tomorrow
so that you fellas

can personally give me what you stole.

Why would we be doing that, Vic?

I know what happened
to that computer programmer,

but I also know that he's dead.

I know where Cletus buried him
and I have the evidence.

Nice try, fellas.

Get the money together and I'll tell you
where to have it delivered.

As always, dealing with you fellas
is like swimming in a shallow pond.

Good night.

How did he find out
about that programmer?

You and that gorilla Cletus!

He wasn't gonna talk,
why did we kill him?

It was a mistake. He hit him too hard.

- I don't like carrying this.
- You might need it.

You're the only P.I.
who carries his gun in a box.

Not a gun, it's a precision pistol.

Has it occurred to you
that you might be able to afford

one of those quick draw
Mark Savage-type holsters?

- Are you ready?
- Let's go.

Here's where it is.

There it is.

And the name is Victor Molina.

Molina!
He's the owner of the company.

- Let's talk about this somewhere else.
- Hold it right there.

Been watching you on T.V.

You look real good.

- You boys broke our contract.
- You've got more to worry about.

You don't think we'd come here alone
without some backup plan.

See if they've got that cash left
we gave them.

Alright, darling. Peel.

I ain't looking for no cheap thrills.

Make sure there's nothing under there.

Come on, lady, I ain't got all day.

Will that suffice, freak?

I've to tell them.
We've an entrapment situation.

We're security exchange international
strike force agents.

Division CEW, attached to Langley.

This watch that I have on is
transmitting, pinpointing to a grid.

In another words,
you are under arrest.

Code Red. SWAT teams at air bureau
move to sectors 3, 4 and 6.

Alert all units. Plan B.
Do you hear me?

- Give me that damn watch.
- Give you what?

Almost had me there for a minute.

Now we can start making the moves.

Why did you do that?

Why not?

Could you...

untie my hands now?

Yeah, yeah.

We have bad guys out there

and you two are acting like teenagers.

Private eyes have to watch out
for these romantic moments.

You can't just let them pass by.

We have to get out of here.
My gun is in a box on t that table.

While I'm doing that, you...

Cause a distraction,
like going out there?

That's not a good idea.
Do something to bring them in here.

Bring them in here.

If you had taken the $5,000 like I told
you to, we wouldn't be in here now.

The $5,000?
Now what, it's my fault?

It is your fault!

Knock it off in there!

- You are the one who busted it out!
- No, you are!

Yeah! We needed it!

This is not your fault?

You are the one who continued it!

You do it yourself!

You looking for this?

Hey!

Got something Mr Burton
wanted you to see right away.

Harry Vernon, private investigator.

I'm not surprised. He sounded
a little out of his league on the phone.

Yes, Sir. He thinks, he's in order here.

Now, would you please sign right here,
Victor?

Were you a little surprised,
seeing that body in the trunk?

Harry Vernon was my hole card.
He had all the evidence.

He found out about
the computer programmer.

Cletus buried him in the orange grove.

No-numbered Swiss accounts.

They don't pay interest.

It's all here. Everything I own.

You're playing this like a good loser.

I'm in shock.
There are bodies all over the place.

It's not at all like you, Walt.

We had to kill the programmer.

His sister hired Harry Vernon to find
her brother, so we bought him off.

That is, until he found
the brother's body

and decided for a bigger payoff
with you.

Now there are other candidates
for the orange grove.

I'm not about to be involved
in any homicide.

You don't have any options.

How big is that orange grove, Cletus?

Still plenty of room for everybody.

Your greed has overcome
your common sense.

It's more than a few million dollars.
We won!

And winning is everything.

Goodbye, Victor.

Looks bad?

Okay, let's move them out.

It's bad.

- Hey, cowboy.
- Yeah.

- You know Gil Malcolm?
- Yeah.

You see, Whitney and me,
we worked in this hotel in Las Vegas.

I heard that Molina here
took him for a bundle.

I try to tell you
we're on the same side,

Todd, Burton and Marco.

If you waste us,
Mr Marco isn't going to like it.

You'll be able to wear that hat
inside of a shoe box.

- You're giving me a headache.
- Wait.

You're gonna leave my car there?

That's stupid. Cops will know...

- Lionel!
- What?

Thanks, dumbo.

Take the key out of that bag,
bring the car in.

Wait a minute.
Hello! It's a stick shift.

You know how to drive it?

What's going on here?

I can't miss at this range.

Partner.

You're under arrest.

As the saying goes.

So, after the funeral
I decided that it would be best

if I left town for a while
to visit my family.

You're really leaving town?

Yeah. Maybe I'll be back here.
Maybe, you know, in a month. Maybe two.

Hey, hey. You're right, sugar. You need
to get away for a while, you know?

Visit the family.
I mean, I can keep an eye.

You guys, E.L.,
you guys are something else.

You are something else?

- No. You.
- Thank you.

E.L. Turner is quite a remarkable man.

Underneath all of his uptown jive,
of course.

- I could have bailed out, you know?
- Oh?

- Yeah! Three times!
- Is this right?

That's right. I mean, you know.

I ain't so remarkable. I'm slick.
I'm fast. I'm cool, you know?

All the traits that a con man has.

That's what you got. Right?

All the traits of a con man.

If it wasn't for...

- E.L.
- Yeah?

All I know is that you were around
when it ended.

And I thank you for that.

Hey, hey, little girl!

I'm sorry about your brother.

If I could change it, you know I...

Oh, sugar.

"Sometimes a private eye is left
with a hole in his heart.

It's not the clean,
clear hole a bullet makes,

but the jagged hole left
when two hearts are torn apart.

The hole that never heals.

She was gone.

The permanent kind of gone,
is in the eyes before it's on the lips.

I hadn't realised what she was
until it was too late.

And now I was left
with a sour taste in my mouth.

It turned out that I was still

that silly contemptible Hollywood
knight in shining armour.

My steed was a rusting convertible
and my lance was a tyre iron.

She was gone and all that was left was
the fly-specked windshield to remind me

of our trip to Santa Barbara and the
Frank Sinatra tape to remind me of her.

She was gone.
I was still saying her name."

- Good?
- Where's Lola?

She's gone, buddy.

Gone.

Giddy-giddy-gai.