"Oh, thank you very much." "Uh, may I trouble you for a pillow?" "Sure." "Great." "Thank you." "Excuse me." "I guess we're going to be a while." "Ha ha ha!" "You're funny." "The temperature in Miami... is currently 86 degrees and muggy." "We will be starting our descent for landing... in just a few moments." "Herman Gotlieb..." "Gotlieb." "Please remain seated with your seat belts on... until the captain has turned off the seat belt sign." "All passengers holding tickets... to Eastern Flight 162 to Tampa... please come to the ticket counter." "Hey." "Wow!" "Thanks." "All passengers leaving on Flight 266... please go directly to the check-in desk... at Gate 6." "All passengers leaving..." "Hi." "Please go directly to the check-in desk..." "Hi." "Hi there." "Going home?" "I'd like to tell you about a book." "It's a classic of the Vedic literature..." ""The Knowledge of God."" "Have you seen the movie "Gandhi?"" "My name's Ravindra." "What's your name?" "Trouble." "Mr. Gotlieb..." "You know, anything you want." "Hey, send me up a girl, Pablo." "Now." "You got any of that hundred..." "I gave you last week?" "I got all of it, man... but I'm not lending you no more money." "Come on, Blink." "Look. 50 bucks till payday." "Moseley." "Homicide." "A what died?" "All right." "Right away." "I'll pay to find the dumbbell killers." "What's it worth to you?" "$61.35." "$65.59." "Thanks, Blink." "Hey, man, replace your teeth." "Hi." "Pablo sent me." "How old are you, anyway?" "19...and my name is Pepper." "You got a driver's license on you, Pepper?" "What's wrong with Susan Waggoner?" "You know, Susie... this license here says you're 23 years old." "I know what it says." "You can call me Junior." "You around a size 7?" "Where?" "Dress." "Oh." "Uh, 6." "Sometimes 7." "Depends on..." "Here." "Try this on." "Could you turn around, please?" "Thank you." "Can you zip me up?" "Yeah." "Oh... it looks nice to me." "You want me to wear it?" "Fuck, no." "I want you to buy it." "50 bucks." "It might be worth a suck." "Is that what you're getting for a suck... these days, 50 bucks?" "Christ." "Where did you get all these nice things?" "Oh, when I left my wife I took 'em with me." "Figured I paid for 'em, they're my clothes, right?" "You left your wife?" "How long you been working for Pablo?" "Since the beginning of the semester." "I go to Miami-Dade." "I..." "I'm majoring in business... but I also take English classes." "Yeah, well... the first thing they should have taught you... at your hooker classes... is you shouldn't ask the clients... so many fucking personal questions." "I'm sorry." "Are you going to call down and cancel me now?" "That's OK." "Don't feel bad about it." "Um, I hope, uh... the next girl's more to your liking... and I hope that you enjoy your stay in Florida..." "Mr. Gotlieb." "I'm giving you your dress back." "No, forget about the dress." "Honey... did I upset you?" "I'm sorry." "So you want me to stay?" "OK, then." "Let's do it." "Ready?" "Turn over." "Is something wrong?" "I haven't been with a woman... in a long time." "Wow." "I'm sorry." "Nobody kisses us." "Pepper." "OK, Henderson, what's up?" "These two Krishnas have been working the airport... for a couple of months." "Now they'd been warned about bugging the passengers." "Should've listened." "How was he killed?" "He fucked with some guy... wearing a suede leather sport coat... so the guy takes his finger... bends it back, breaks it, then disappears." "Now the witness lady says she thinks that, uh... well, he hopped on one of the hotel courtesy vans." "We got a partial description." "Wait a minute." "The Krishna died of a broken finger?" "I mean, is that a homicide?" "Well, I guess he died of shock." "Well, it hurts like hell... to have your finger bent back." "My sister used to do it to me when I was a kid." "Yeah, but you didn't die." "Now, if this was an accident... it would be simple assault, right?" "However...if the guy in the suede sport coat... knew that Krishnas had a bad habit of dying... every time you bent their finger back..." "Murder one?" "Yeah." "Well, the guys at the station... are going to laugh their asses off..." "Your turn to notify next of kin." "No way!" "I did the fat lady that sat on a kid." "That's good for 2." "Next week?" "I'll be retired by then." "Ah, shit." "Well, you try the hotels." "See if anyone got off one of their courtesy vans... wearing a suede sport coat." "Ah, shit." "This is good here." "Oh, excuse me." "Maybe we should try in here." "All right." "Price check." "Uzi squirt gun." "Disregard." "What's up?" "Got something for me?" "I got the goods." "Whoa!" "In the bag." "Now!" "Up against the wall." "Now!" "Be cool, brother." "Hey, he's got a gun!" "Let's get out of here!" "Move it!" "Give me a day's notice before it runs out, OK?" "Wednesday." "Tell me Tuesday." "Looky, we got a million dollars." "We got a million..." "Brazilian dollars." "Absolutely worthless." ""That's a lot of money, man." ""That's a lot of fucking money." ""I don't think you are a Porsche customer..." ""Mr. Frenger." ""I don't think you really want to buy a Porsche." "Do you want to buy a Porsche?"" "No, man!" "I'm here to waste my time." "How much for the speedboat, man?" ""Oh, the speedboat is very expensive, sir." "That speedboat is $50,000."" "Wrap it up, man." "Yeah." "The bellman said... some guy matching the description... got off a courtesy van." "Registered." "Yeah." "Got a name?" "Name was, uh..." "Herman Gotlieb." "Yeah." "I'm in the room right now." "Coat's here, too." "Coat?" "What else?" "Well, the bellman also said... the guy had a hooker with him." "A hooker?" "Yeah." "No lie?" "I got an address on her." "An address?" "Oh, man." "Got a pen handy there, Hoke?" "Give me the hooker's address." "Hi!" "Hey." "You showed up." "I brought you a present." "Oh, really?" "I got you one, too." "A present from a client." "Well, hey, I'm more than a client." ""Shit happens when you party naked!"" "Look at us." "I was just gonna get you the plain "Shit happens..."" "but I thought you'd like the "party naked" part." "Hey, that's the best part." "Hi." "Um, circe salad, Noira." "It's real good, Junior." "Two." "Right away." "So, uh, Susie... tell me how you wound up living in Miami." "Oh, I got a job at a Burger World... up in Hollywood... and I was gonna, you know... save up and get my own franchise... but Pablo offered me this job." "Well, it pays a whole lot better." "This is a nice cup, Junior." "I'm gonna get a lot of use out of this." "It's a good cup." "Hey, did you see the swimmers?" "That's why I picked this place." "They do, like, a water ballet." "Ballet in the water." "I like it." "'Cause I like to swim myself." "I'd rather do that kind of work, you know?" "But you gotta train for a long time." "So now I want to take a Spanish course in college." "You know, in my business... a lot of people don't speak English... so I think I'd be better at it... if I spoke...thank you." "We'll take the check now." "Yes, sir." "You know, like, well, Cuban, also." "And I think that's sort of like Spanish..." "Cuban... but it's a little different." "This ice cream dressing is sour as shit." "It's yogurt dressing, not ice cream." "Where you been?" "Oh, that's OK." "I never had yogurt dressing... up in Okeechobee." "Where is that?" "That's where I'm from." "You heard of Lake Okeechobee." "I'm from California." "I don't know shit about Florida." "You ever heard of Lake Tahoe?" "Lake Tahoe?" "How is it?" "Lousy." "Who is he?" "We're engaged." "Hey, separate checks." "My treat." "Good luck." "Hey, Susie... we're not gonna be calling it a night, are we?" "I got a homework paper." "I gotta write a haiku for English class." "I tell you what." "I'm real good at making up things... you know, poems." "I could come over." "I could help you write your, uh..." "Haiku?" "Definitely." "Let's get out of here." "Thank you." "I'm sorry." "I liked the food." "Bye." "So you think this unidentified assailant... who broke, uh..." "Ravindra's finger did it on purpose?" "Sorry, uh..." "Ramba." "That's all right." "Heh." "That was a short engagement." "Hey, you know, you still haven't told me... what it is you do." "Oh, I got investments." "I take people's money and put it to work." "You got any?" "I got a $10,000 CD... and I take the interest from that... and I put it into a N.O.W. account." "Jesus Christ." "That's the biggest frigging racket going." "I want you to march straight down... to the bank first thing in the morning... and cash in both of those things." "I can't let my fiancee get ripped-off... when I can double your money." "Double?" "Yeah." "How 'bout that poem we were gonna write?" "We make love a lot." "We make love right now." "No." "It's seven in the second line." "Seven in the second line?" "Splashes around in his pond..." "Could you close the door, please?" "Thinking he's... alone." "Breaking, entering... the dark and lonely place...places." "Finding a...big gun." "Smelling like a rose." "Any luck?" "I wrote 2." "Heh." "Maybe I'll get extra credit." "Hey, where did you get these?" "Dumb question." "Are you a nosy rosy?" "Mm-mmm." "What the hell was that, man?" "The doorbell." "Talk about dumb questions." "Susan Waggoner?" "Can I come in?" "I bet you're Herman Gotlieb." "How much?" "Sergeant Hoke Moseley." "Homicide." "Herman Gotlieb." "I'd like to ask you a few questions." "Routine." "Boy, you got a grip there, Herman." "Been working out?" "Can I get you a cold one there, Sarge?" "Well, why not?" "Two Polars, honey." "You down at the airport today, Herman?" "Yeah, I was." "Somebody broke the finger off a Hare Krishna... and the son of a bitch died." "No shit?" "No shit." "I didn't do it." "Oh, no, no, no." "We're just looking for someone... who might have seen anything." "I'm curious, uh... you own a suede sport coat?" "Yeah, I do." "OK." "You're probably the one." "Did you get on the courtesy van... to the Grand Prix Hotel?" "Hey, fuck this nonsense, man." "You're misunderstanding this, Herman." "Who got killed?" "You know, if I had something better to do... like sit at home with a beautiful girl..." "I wouldn't even be bothering you, but, uh... you were mentioned as a possible witness." "See anything?" "We got this forensic dentist." "And I, uh, I talked him into pulling my teeth... and fixing me some new chompers." "Well, it took two months of his spare time." "And I got so used to drinking without 'em..." "I just pull 'em out." "Bother you?" "Junior... you want me to fix those pork chops now?" "Hell, I'll put 'em back in for pork chops." "Pork chops comin' up." "Herman... your fiancee... is the best cook in South Florida." "More taters?" "Junior?" "So, Herman, where did you do your time?" "Time?" "What do you mean?" "Well, the way you're guarding that food." "You know... like another con could take it away from you." "Well, I was raised in foster homes, you know?" "I didn't get no dessert till I was in eighth grade." "Damn." "I got a daughter in the eighth grade." "Half my paycheck goes to her orthodontist." "She's got your teeth, man." "Yeah." "The joint's about the only place... you got time to work out to get a grip like that." "I was an aerobics instructor." "Shoots the shit out of that theory." "Any more Polars?" "Oh..." "Junior got the last one." "I could run out and get some." "Beer's gone, I'm gone." "You're kidding." "But, you know, I gotta get... that pork chop recipe first." "No." "Are you serious?" "It's so easy, what I did." "You are definitely not gonna have... to write this down." "All it is is pork chops in a frying pan." "And just cook 'em in their own fat... with a lot of salt." "Oh, well, they sure were good... but you know what I really like... is native Florida cooking." "Now, did you ever have chestnut batter... on your pork chops?" "Boy, I never did." "You got a recipe for that somewhere?" "Uh, yeah, I do, as a matter of fact." "I'll give it to you." "Just a minute here." "Oh, I appreciate that." "Great dinner." "Get you something to go, Sarge?" "Just you." "Kidding, Herman." "Listen, if you think of anything... just, uh, give me a call." "That's my home phone." "Look, it's a hotel... and the old guy at the desk is deaf... so, uh, just let it ring till he sees the lights." "Oh, and, uh, when we round up... the usual airport hoodlums... maybe you could shoot by and take a look at a line-up." "Take you five minutes." "Oh, yeah." "You mind standing in the line-up, too?" "We're a little short of bodies." "Heh heh." "You ever stood in a line-up before, Herman?" "Never been caught, Sarge." "Ah, you ain't got one beer rat-holed..." "I can take with me for the road, do you?" "You got it all, man." "Dog biscuits, too." "Oh...see you." "Night, Susie." "Years ago, I started preaching catch-and-release." "Back then, a lot of things seemed to indicate... that our bass resource in many areas of the country... was rapidly diminishing." "Today, there is no doubt about it... and I'm very concerned about what the future holds... for this great sport." "In simple terms... we don't have the vast water we once had... and there are several reasons for it... pollution, illegal netting... the pressure of removing too many adult bass... from their environment." "You know, they're kind of like money in the bank." "I got news for you." "I'm not coming back." "I'm married." "I am so married." "I gotta go." "Bye." "You like ham and eggs?" "Drop it." "It smells good." "Who was that, anyway?" "Pablo." "The cops rousted him." "I guess they're giving him a hard time because of you." "We got to go for a little ride, honey." "What?" "What about breakfast?" "It was gonna be a surprise." "I was gonna bring it in to you on a tray." "And then I..." "Make it to go." "Not too tired for some fun?" "Call it a night, sister." "Aye, aye, sir." "I got something that I gotta tell you." "I used to be in prison." "What did you do to get there?" "I used to rob people who robbed people." "Kind of like Robin Hood?" "Except I didn't give the money... to the poor people." "You don't do that anymore, do you?" "I got investments now." "Good." "You got me out of the life." "Now you stay out of crime." "Sounds good." "Promise?" "Yeah, sure." "Why not?" "Say you promise." "I promise." "Henderson?" "Sanchez." "Homicide." "Oh, my replacement." "How is he?" "He's got a cervical disc injury... a dislocated jaw, bruises... uh, got a concussion..." "I don't know how bad it is." "Somebody really worked him over." "Did he tell you who did it?" "What happened?" "No." "He's in and out of consciousness." "Drop the knife, Pablo." "My name isn't Gotlieb." "Sergeant Hoke Moseley, homicide." "That little girl you sent up to my room?" "She's 15 years old, man." "She's 23, man." "She's not 15." "Look." "Sergeant Lackley checked her I.D." "Why don't you call him?" "I pay him every week." "Maybe you two guys can get together." "How much you pay Lackley every week?" "$500 a week." "Don't." "All right, from now on, Lackley gets 250." "The other 250 to me... at the Primrose Hotel." "You got it, man?" "Lackley's not gonna go for any split like that." "You tell the guy at the desk... to leave it for me in the safe." "Hi." "What can I get for you?" "Uh...iced coffee." "Hey!" "What are you doing?" "Open!" "Open the goddamn drawer now!" "Do it!" "Stop or I'll shoot!" "You just shot me." "I fired a warning shot and it hit you." "You're no cop." "No problem." "There is no problem." "Police." "Homicide." "You people go about your business." "You finish your lunches, your breakfasts, whatever." "Don't worry, lady." "I'm gonna call an ambulance now... on the radio in my police car." "Yeah." "I'll be right back." "Slow down." "Go ahead." "Stop right here!" "Furnished?" "Yeah, with almost antiques." "How much?" "I been worried sick!" "Where you been all day?" "Dumb question." "Did you get the money?" "I cashed in the $10,000 CD... but I decided to keep the N.O.W. account open... for 8 more days." "What did I tell you?" "Huh?" "They said if I keep it open for 8 more days..." "I'll be eligible for a teapot." "I'm sorry." "It's just 8 more days." "You'll still be here, won't you?" "I don't know." "My problem is that I can have... everything and anything that I want... but I don't know what I want." "Tell me again about that Burger World franchise." "OK." "You need $50,000." "You borrow another 50,000 from Burger World... and you wait for an opening." "But why?" "What's the purpose?" "To make a living, that's all." "You hire kids, so you can pay 'em nothing." "And you watch 'em real close... or they will steal you blind." "And...and you save your money... and you buy a nice little house... with a white picket fence." "And you live happily ever after." "I tell you what." "Let's go straight..." "I can't see any point... in hanging out at a Burger World... no matter how much money you're gonna make." "It's stupid." "You can forget about Burger World, honey." "I'm gonna take care of you... and you're gonna take care of me." "That's our purpose." "Do you know any married people today?" "Hmm?" "They're a team." "They pull together, and they get rich." "They got it all." "And you know that little house... you were just talking about?" "I rented us one in Coral Gables today." "Oh, Junior." "That's what you were up to all day?" "I'm gonna take such good care of you." "Mm-hmm." "He was a big guy, man." "Bigger than you." "Got up from the table, said he was homicide." "Pulled a badge?" "After he whacks the dude." "It was cold, man, ice cold." "Thanks, Blink." "What do I owe you?" "It's on the house, bro." "Come on." "I like the air conditioning on frozen." "Me, too." "1/2 ounce." "Primo, man." "Thanks, man." "Hey, half that's mine." "Fuck you!" "I sold it." "I keep the money." "These are my contacts." "They're my people." "I don't give a shit about your contacts." "Police!" "Freeze!" "Stand over there." "Put that on." "Right through there." "You know what to do, Shorty." "Hey!" "I don't believe this." "I'm gonna let you two guys go... with a little warning." "Don't get caught." "Shit!" "Police!" "Don't move!" "You can go now." "Give me your wallet!" "Come on, man." "Move it..." "Police!" "Drop it!" "I said drop it." "Shoot him!" "Make it, Julio." "Comprendo?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "That's my purse!" "Stop him!" "Stop!" "Somebody please help me!" "Go get him." "Thank you, officer." "Yeah, that's great, lady." "But...you're a cop!" "Hey!" "Police!" "Police!" "You have anything against broccoli... cauliflower, stuff like that?" "I don't want to talk about that at this time." "Oh." "What are you going to do now that we're married?" "Take care of the house, shop, fix dinner." "Take care of the babies." "Is that what you'd like to do?" "Be a mother?" "Well, I don't..." "I guess so." "I..." "I don't..." "I don't know." "I lived with a girl once for 2 months." "She didn't do anything... a housewife was supposed to do." "I thought you said you were married." "I told you that before I really knew you." "What I'm driving at, Susie, is..." "I want to have a regular life." "I want to go to work in the morning... sometimes at night... come home to a clean house... and a hot meal... and a loving wife just like you." "I don't want to have any babies." "This world's a shit hole." "You think you can handle that?" "I do." "I do." "This is better than counting money." "These yours?" "I can't tell." "Yeah." "This, uh..." "nail polish." "We found two muscleheads cuffed together." "Jesus!" "He's making arrests?" "We did some routine prints." "They match those taken... from the scene of the dumbbell murders." "I've been working that case for 15 months." "Find Gotlieb?" "We're looking for him." "Ohh..." "let's get the fuck out of here." "I'll find him." "Maybe you should wait and let him solve... a couple more from your case load, huh?" "Will you have a seat, please?" "Where, here?" "Your name, please?" "Ziffel." "Fred Ziffel." "Is that the way you want the account to read?" "No." "I want it to read "Arnold Ziffel."" "Here you go." "Thanks." "Hey, Eddie." "Here's the key to your new suite." "Oh, and some Cuban kid on a bicycle... made two deliveries." "Uh, 250 in both." "I'm sorry." "I opened them." "It's OK, Eddie." "Thanks." "Uh-huh." "Who is it?" "Lackley." "Vice." "Slide your I.D. under the door." "Are you fucking serious?" "Try me!" "Next thing you hear... will be a bullet coming through the door!" "Pablo sent this." "What?" "What's the matter, Sarge?" "Got a guilty conscience?" "I just got out of the hospital." "I know all about you." "I like your place here, too." "It's very nice." "You also got a little something... that belongs to me, don't you, Gums?" "What the fuck you talkin' about?" "I never seen you before in my life." "Now, listen, Sarge... you think you're moving in on my territory?" "I think you better cough up... some "do-re-mi" right now." "500 bucks." "Let's have it." "What 500 bucks?" "What are you talking about?" "Fuck off!" "Fuck off?" "!" "You go to Pablo... you cut yourself in on my action." "You don't think I'm coming after you?" "Jesus Christ!" "You got a lot of balls!" "And Pablo wants the hooker back on the job... tomorrow at 10:00, and all is forgiven, Gums." "What hooker?" "10:00." "He got your gun and your badge... and your teeth." "You are a disgrace to the police force." "Fuckin' Junior "Bullshit" Gotlieb." "Hey, you got a piece, Eddie?" "Teeth?" "No." "A gun." "I need it." "Hold on." "Hair trigger." "Hollow points." "Thanks, Eddie." "Right in here." "Where's Antonio?" "On your feet, pal." "Turn around." "Move it." "Police raid!" "Everybody freeze!" "Run for it!" "Yo!" "Hey, guys!" "Come on back." "Where are you goin'?" "Come on." "I got this covered!" "At ease, officer." "I think you'd better check with your superiors." "Remain silent." "Hey, I pay good money to the right people, huh?" "Were you out at the airport today?" "Was I out at the airport today?" "What, are you crazy?" "You ever stood in a line-up before?" "Oh, yeah." "I stood in a line-up before." "OK." "I want you to line up there!" "Hey, what the hell's going on here?" "Shut up!" "You own a suede sports coat?" "Courtesy van?" "You ain't no cop." "Oh, I'm a cop." "Prove it, slick." "You're not walking..." "You crazy son of a bitch!" "I'll kick the living shit..." "Take it easy, Scanlan." "Hey." "Hey, Smiley." "How are you?" "Ellita Sanchez?" "Hoke Moseley." "I've been calling you." "Don't they have someone at that desk to answer?" "Yeah...but he's deaf." "Got something?" "Prints I.D. on those beer bottles." "That's the son of a bitch!" ""Frederick J. Frenger, Junior."" "Junior Gotlieb." "I knew that was bullshit." "I got something on the real Gotlieb." "Mugged." "D.O.A... at the San Francisco Airport Hospital." "That sound like Junior's M.O.?" "Murder one." "We can nail him as the Krishna finger killer, I bet." "He's grown up behind bars." "And look at this." "Someone charged a suede sport coat... on the real Gotlieb's credit card... after he was dead." "We got the motherfucker!" "Thanks." "I'm sorry." "Habit." "I ran his real name by the utilities... but I turned up nothing." "He wouldn't use his real name." "Well, if he did... we'd be knocking on his door right now." "What about Waggoner?" "I called every utility in Dade." "Even bottled water." "I'm sitting here having my lunch... waiting for a call back, OK?" "Sitting on your lunch?" "Try Broward." "Look, I know you think I'm a weak suck... but I don't care." "The guy who did this to me...this Frenger..." "Junior...he's got my old badge, Sanchez." "He's running around playing cop... assaulting and beating people." "I'm doing everything I can to help." "Call me if you hear anything." "Put the funny book down!" "Give me the fuckin' cash... or I'll blow your fuckin' head off!" "No, don't count it, Goddamn it!" "Police!" "Drop the gun, son." "I know what it's like... to be on the other end of that gun." "You're making a big mistake." "I tell you what... you put down the gun, give back the money... and I'll let you walk on out of here." "You walk out that door... your life is gonna change forever." "Hold your fire, you asshole!" "What the fuck?" "!" "Hey." "Hey, you OK?" "Hey, mister." "Get this thing off me." "I'm a cop." "I think I hit him." "You didn't hit shit." "Where is the whipping cream?" "We're out." "Oh, my God." "OK, I want you to do something for me." "Go get me some cotton balls...aah!" "Some peroxide... some bandages... and bring me a small mirror." "Oh, God." "Oh, God." "Oh, fuck me." "I want you to go and get me... your smallest needle..." "a small needle... and thread it with black thread, OK?" "Here." "I got it." "Oh, fuck." "Oh, God." "OK." "Now..." "I tell you what." "I want you to sew my eyebrow back on." "Hey, hey!" "Now, come on, come on." "Come on." "You're gonna be OK." "I got it." "I'm sorry." "I'm no good at this." "I got it." "What?" "OK." "I got you." "I'm going to get you a doctor." "Oh, no." "No doctors." "I want you to get me a bottle of gin." "I nursed my husband for 3 years before he died... but you're not going to die." "Here." "It's gin, Junior." "Drink it." "We're going to need this." "This is going to hurt." "You move, and you're a blind man." "Scissors." "Hold it." "Hold it." "You're doing real good, Junior." "I'm just gonna move down a bit." "Now we just have one more." "Just hold on." "That'll hold you." "Your husband must have been glad to die." "Thank you." "Yeah, thanks." "You got a real nice touch there, lady." "So...are you going to tell me about it?" "Yeah, I'll tell you about it." "This straight life that we've been living... has been giving me this misplaced sense of security!" "I thought for one minute there..." "I was some kind of fuckin' solid citizen or something." "All I want to know is what happened to you." "Some guy in a blue Toyota pickup ran me over." "I thought it must have been something like that." "An anonymous, apparently off-duty, police officer... interrupted a robbery tonight... at a Coral Gables convenience store... heroically confronting an armed robber... with only bottles of spaghetti sauce." "Yeah?" "Ellita Sanchez." "Come in." "What's this?" "Susan Waggoner." "Telephone order." "There's an address in the Gables." "The Gables." "What time is it?" "It's 1:00." "I was going out on a date." "I've got a relative with Southern Bell... or we wouldn't have gotten the number for days." "That's great." "Thanks." "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to check it out." "Sanchez... thanks." "You feeling better?" "What would you like for breakfast?" "You're not hungry?" "Well, I'm just gonna run some errands... and then I'll be back." "I love you." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Hey." "Susan, uh..." "Waggoner, right?" "Remember me?" "No, sir." "Hoke "Pork Chops" Moseley." "God, what happened to you?" "Ah, some psycho jumped me... almost broke my neck... stole my gun, my badge, and my teeth." "Teeth?" "Yeah." "These are temps." "Hey, I got something for you." "Do you do your marketing here?" "Excuse me, would you like to try some sausage?" "No, thank you." "Are you sure?" "It's really good." "Remember that... pork chop recipe I promised you... with the chestnut batter?" "Glad I ran into you." "Oh, this is great." "I can't believe you remembered." "That is so nice of you." "I'm gonna put it on my list... and I'm gonna make it tonight." "Hey, is that an invitation?" "I'll be there." "Oh." "I got class tonight." "I'm sorry." "You're still with that guy, huh?" "No." "Umm..." "I kicked him out." "Well, good for you." "You know who he really is?" "He's a murderer." "Herman Gotlieb isn't even his real name." "He spent his life in prison." "Frederick J. Frenger, Junior" "Junior." "Hate to run into Senior." "Oh... hey, you ever made vinegar pie?" "Vinegar pie?" "My mother used to make it." "I can still taste it." "Oh." "Seedless raisins for a start." "Chop 'em up real fine." "And you beat the egg yolks and the butter... until they're creamy..." "Wait a second." "And you beat the egg whites... until they're stiff... and then you fold them in... and you take one cup of sugar... and, um... here's the tricky part, OK?" "This is the key." "You use 5% vinegar, no stronger." "And just 3 teaspoons, that's all." "Just 3 little teaspoons." "That's where Mama went wrong." "Yeah, probably so." "You don't know where I could... find that old boyfriend of yours, do you?" "No." "He's gone for good." "I know you wouldn't lie for him." "He was the liar." "Well, uhh..." "enjoy that recipe." "I will." "Look, my number's on it." "If you really like it, give me a call." "Oh, my God." "One." "Two." "Three." "What are you doing tomorrow?" "I was gonna paint the security bars." "Oh, no." "I got a million errands..." "I gotta run tomorrow." "I wanted to go in... and cash in my coin collection." "I need you to drive me around some." "We'll be done by noon." "Can't you drive?" "Oh, no way, honey." "Heh!" "Honey, I gotta..." "I'm gonna be hoppin' in and out... of a hundred different places." "Cost me a fortune just to park... if I could find a place." "That dessert?" "I'll bring it to you." "Just go sit down." "So, you gonna drive me around tomorrow?" "Junior, are you sure this is just an errand?" "You promised no more illegal stuff." "You saved my life, Susie." "Would I fuck up the best thing... that ever happened to me... just to make you some kind of a wheelman?" "Would you?" "We made a deal." "I promised." "Like it?" "This is really great." "It's great!" "Great." "One of your best." "If a cop should hassle you... then you just drive on around the block." "Why would anyone hassle me?" "You parked in a yellow zone." "Police officer." "Buzz me in." "You say these coins are stolen, Sergeant?" "Sergeant, uh..." "Moseley." "Homicide." "We picked him up on a fencing sting." "We figure if we could get a line on the owners... we could solve the crime." "This a valuable collection or what?" "It's by no means a rare collection." "When I take this fleeting breath" "When my eyes, they close in death" "Just a cursory look at these coins... tells me they're in fair condition." "That was cursory?" "You ever seen them before?" "Seen lots like them." "What happened to your eye?" "Car accident." "You should sue the doctor who sewed you up." "You could make a bundle." "He said it'd be fine after it scarred over." "He lied." "How come a homicide detective... is so interested in stolen property?" "First of all, that's confidential information." "Second of all, I'll ask all the questions around here." "I'm working on a tip." "I'm thinking of putting a stakeout in here." "You know, before I put that window in..." "I was hit 3 times in one month... but I don't need no stakeout now." "Yeah?" "Why's that?" "Because of Pedro." "Pedro!" "He's been watching you the whole time... through a peephole in the door." "It's OK, Pedro." "This is Sergeant Moseley." "He's with the police department." "You bitch!" "Oh, God." "You promised!" "What the fuck are you doing?" "!" "Freeze!" "Police!" "Freeze!" "Police!" "Hold it." "Hey, move it!" "Stop!" "Police!" "Get out of the car!" "Shit." "What happened to you?" "Raise your hands level with your shoulders." "What are you gonna do if I don't, Sarge?" "Shoot me?" "What was the bullshit... with the money you left me..." "Frederick?" "I don't give nothing away." "What did the Krishna do to die?" "Where did you get that jacket?" "Herman Gotlieb." "Stand up." "Back up slowly." "Turn around and face the wall." "I don't think I can do that." "I'll pass out." "Most of my fingers have been cut off... and I'll probably go into shock any minute now." "Move it!" "Everything's turning all orange and silver." "Susie's going to get you, Sarge." "Hello." "Did you kill him?" "Good-bye, Junior." "You don't have to answer if you don't want to... but, uh...gotta clear a few things up." "Did you know Junior was gonna rob the store?" "I was hoping he wouldn't." "He swore to me." "I had to give him the benefit of the doubt... because he had some good qualities." "He always ate everything I ever cooked for him." "And he never hit me." "There were lots of good things about Junior." "Listen, Hoke, this is exactly what happened... or you're in big jurisdictional trouble." "You were tailing him..." "a murder suspect." "You see him coming out of the coin shop... with a gun in his hand." "Suspecting him of robbery, you called for back-up... and you followed him to the house." "He pulled a gun on you, and you shot him." "Something like that." "Exactly like that." "There's only one problem, though: the girl." "She'll blow holes in this story." "Cut her loose." "Is she really Princess Not-So-Bright... or is she just pretending?" "Ah, she's been through hell." "Leave her alone." "Let's get the fuck out of here." "You look different." "I got my teeth back." "Adjusted for 25 FPS - by:" "The pathological ® 2006"