How many cards, pal?
Give me two.
How many are you taking?
Two for you, and the dealer takes one.
I bet five lovely rubies.
I see your five, and I raise you three.
You're bluffing.
Try me.
I'm in. What have you got?
A flush.
What do I owe you now?
To keep it simple...
500,000 Spanish doubloon...
and 2 and half bucks cash...
for your share of the map.
For this? Where'd you get this?
Three-Finger Jack.
Only eleven Spanish galleons?
I think Three-Finger Jack...
is hustling us.
I don't think so. There's the rocks.
O.K., who goes over first?
How many times?
Once.
Your dance.
You always looked good in basic black.
Wrong.
Problems, problems, problems.
Black 8 on a red 9.
Oh, thanks.
Find anything?
Yeah. A couple of nosy sharks.
Hey, at least you had company.
Ha ha ha!
Any sign of the 11 galleons?
No.
Well, you must have seen something down there.
Yeah. A dead blonde.
A dead blonde?
Was she pretty?
She's one blonde I know didn't have more fun.
Coast Guard.
This is Straight Pass calling Coast Guard. Over.
Straight Pass, this is Coast Guard.
This is Straight Pass.
I'd like to report a body floating off Fowley Rocks.
Is it a hazard to navigation?
No. Just a dead, wet blonde...
hanging around in a block of cement. Over and out.
Roger, Straight Pass.
Hazard to navigation? Ha ha ha!
These post-mortems give me gas.
And to think I had...
a brilliant future in pediatrics.
O.K., Jerome. O.K.
She was dead before she went in--
hardly any water in her lungs.
What killed her?
A knife with a long, narrow blade...
driven in under the breastbone up into her heart...
and then it was pulled out.
Anything else turn up in the autopsy?
No, except that she never delivered any babies...
though she definitely had relations with men.
She would have made a natural mother.
Is that all?
Mm-hmm. What a pelvis.
What a pelvis.
Dumping people in cement--
that went out with violin cases.
Whoever did it had no reason to expect she'd ever be found.
Whoever did it doesn't know much.
He dropped her where 11 Spanish galleons...
sank in a hurricane in 1591 ...
loaded with silver and gold.
Well, why don't you just hand him the maps?
Buy him a scuba suit.
If things slow on the Vice Squad, Rubin...
you can go off and play games?
I had a busy week.
I personally closed two plays...
put six belly dancers out of business...
and personally attended several love-ins.
I need a rest.
Yeah, the Vice runs you down, you know.
You ought to know.
And what's the matter? No clients?
Are you worried about me, Dave?
You're the only guy I know who owns a yacht...
and eats leftover TV dinners-- cold, yet.
Lieutenant?
Yeah.
Picture file from missing persons.
Thanks.
See you around, Dave.
Hey, you're not through yet, Tony.
We found her. She's yours now.
Well, there's not enough left of her to recognize.
How about fingerprints?
There aren't any. See if she's one of these.
Yeah?
It's Manny.
Who?
Your bookie.
Oh, that Manny. I'm out of town. I'm a little short.
Pictures--the pictures.
He's out of town. How the hell do I know where Rome is?
And listen, Manny.
You book one more bet off this line...
I'm going to run you in for impersonating a female.
I keep telling him he looks Iousy in a miniskirt.
She ain't here, Dave.
There will be more coming in.
The story's already on radio and television.
Now, look, don't keep calling me down here every 15 minutes...
because some blonde runs out on her husband.
You got something better to do?
Yes, I have.
Come on. Let's hoist the martini flag.
Excuse me, Lieutenant.
I'm all through, John, dear.
Is it O.K., honey?
Yeah, yeah. Now go clean the bait buckets.
And after that?
I'll think of something.
Hiya, Tony.
I got a good thing for you in the fourth.
The last thing you gave me wore snowshoes.
But this is a sure thing.
Then why don't you bet it?
I play horses?
Any messages?
Birdie, any messages for Tony?
Oh, yes, John, dear.
Well, what are you going to do?
Keep it a secret?
You wrote it down, honey.
That's right. It's between the seventh and the eighth.
It's your answering service.
I think you got a new client.
Give me the message, John.
They said it's very urgent.
All they gave me was an address.
No name? Just an address?
No name.
Which one are you? Sondra or Maria?
Hey, that's funny.
I like a guy with a sense of humor.
Mmm.
You got anything else funny to say?
Yeah. What sells best? The frozen peas or the corn?
Ho ho ho!
You got to be kidding.
Toss it over on the chair--easy.
That was a very gutsy thing you just tried.
I like gutsy guys.
And you're pretty fast for a big man.
Yeah. It surprises folks.
It surprises some of them right to death.
Now, who are you?
I'm a private detective.
Somebody called me up and told me to meet them here.
Give me your wallet.
Yeah, you're the one.
I sent for you, Rome.
Well, you can put that cannon away.
I'm a little insecure.
Sorry about that. Just being careful.
You know how it is.
Yeah.
Have a seat. Comfy?
Yeah.
Now... that blonde dame...
you picked up in the drink--
what did she look like?
Dead.
Yeah. Did she have a birthmark right here?
Oh, I didn't get that close to her.
Yeah. Yeah, it wouldn't have been Sondra, anyway.
When she goes, it'll be in the sack...
and she'll take the guy with her. You're hired.
I don't want to appear nosy, but I'm hired to do what?
I got to find Sondra.
She was supposed to Iive in this place...
with that Spanish broad, but she ain't showed.
Why don't you check with the Spanish dame?
I got my reasons. You're going to find her for me.
O.K., but it'll cost you...
about 100 bucks a day plus expenses.
I'm a little low on cash at the moment.
Ha ha! That puts us in the same bracket...
but I don't think my bookmaker would understand...
my taking a charity case at this moment.
All right.
Here. You can get 300 bucks for that in any hockshop...
but hang on to the ticket.
I'll buy it back from you...
when I lay my hands on some dough.
Yeah, O.K. Just one more thing.
Why are you trying to find this girl?
All you need to know is I told you to find her...
and, pal, when I tell a guy to do something...
it ain't healthy not to do it. Believe me.
Oh, I believe you. You got a very sincere manner.
Good.
I like cooperative guys.
Listen, how do I find you?
You don't. I'll find you.
And don't tail me, pal.
I like guys who don't tail me.
The furthest thing from my mind.
What's your name?
Gronsky--
Waldo Gronsky.
Waldo?
Waldo.
Waldo?
Hey, buy a girl a drink?
I bet we could relate real good.
I'm broke. You have to try me another time.
You're still in love?
I'm looking for Maria Barreto.
Mmm, she's the one with the mirrors.
Oh, if you're broke, forget it.
Well, there's always the nice, warm sunshine.
Oh, but who's going to rub your back when you burn, baby?
That's a point.
I got to go express myself.
Um, why don't you grab yourself some Ioot...
and come back, lover?
I could turn you on.
I think you already did.
Hi, doll.
Hello there.
Looking for a little excitement?
Maybe. What brand did you have in mind?
I got all kinds of notions...
once I'm in the mood.
A couple of drinks puts you in a better mood?
You're hip.
So how's about a bottle of champagne?
Why not? Waiter.
Yeah?
Bring a Magnum.
I wanted champagne.
Give her anything she wants.
Yes, sir.
What's your name, honey?
Tony Rome.
I'm looking for Sondra Lomax.
You a friend of hers?
Sort of.
Well, Sondra never told me anything about you.
She never told me anything about you, either.
It's a small world.
Ain't it? Ha ha!
Who wants to talk about Sondra?
You don't get along?
We do, we don't.
She has this habit of getting Iost every time the rent's due.
When did you see her last?
Uh, last night...
when she went to Kit Forrest's party--
you know, that society dish.
Yeah. I read her name in the garbage columns.
Ha ha ha!
You know something?
What?
I like you.
You got a cigarette?
Thank you.
Still interested in Sondra?
No, no. You're way out in front now.
You got any pictures of Sondra?
You mind very much if I give you a little tip?
No.
Why don't you stay away from her?
The kid's got a boyfriend.
I asked a question. You got any pictures of Sondra?
No. She never took any pictures...
just guys.
Maria, darling...
I hear oodles and oodles of repartee...
but I don't see any drinking.
Uh, hi, Danny.
Uh, he was just asking me about Sondra.
Danny Yale, Tony Rome.
How do you do?
How are you?
How about you getting up there...
and moving that fatty tissue...
just like we choreographed?
Well, it's not my turn again for about--
Forget it. Can't you hear? They're screaming for you.
We just ordered some champagne.
Forget it.
It's all right, baby. We'll drink it Iater at your house.
Promise?
That's a contract.
O.K.
See you later.
I spotted her in a choir...
but, then, she's the one that brings them in around here.
She's lousy.
Oh, and you're a critic?
Like you're a dance director.
Tell me about that other great piece of talent--Sondra Lomax.
What's it to you?
Well, you see, I got this here off-white block piece of cement...
I'm trying to match up with a blonde.
You're talking about that girl...
they fished out of the ocean this morning?
The very same.
Oh, well, that couldn't have been Sondra, dreamboat.
Now,just why couldn't that have been Sondra?
Because she got in touch with me...
this afternoon.
She told me she was quitting.
Well, that leads me to two conclusions.
You're lying.
Seymour...
sugar, please.
Thank you.
Now, listen, sweetie.
I don't have to tell you anything.
True...
but I could get persuasive...
and you might even get to like it.
but Seymour wouldn't...
and he played tailback...
for the Green Bay Packers.
I know. I know. I saw him play.
He held the league record...
for illegal use of hands--
in the huddle, yet.
Well, shall I scream "rape" now...
or wait and phone in a complaint?
If you're asking me...
I'd rather you press charges.
You're not a holdover...
from yesterday's bash.
No. You left me off your list.
Whoo. I can't think why.
Everyone else was here.
My name is Rome-- Tony Rome.
I'm a private detective.
How disappointing.
And I thought you were someone dangerous.
I'm Kit Forrest.
Yes. I know.
Any trouble?
No, no trouble.
I'm trying to locate somebody.
I thought maybe you could help me.
Say, can't we discuss this...
over a bullshot?
Over a bull what?
Try one.
No. I never drink on an empty stomach.
I always seem to need another.
Miss Forrest, about that party you gave last night--
Isn't this bar ghastly?
It's supposed to be one of father's collection...
of early American pornography.
He was such a lecher.
Was Sondra Lomax at your party last night?
Sondra?
Yeah.
Well, I'm... I'm not sure.
What do you mean you're not sure?
Well, to tell you the truth...
I got kind of smashed...
early in the evening.
I have what you might call...
a drinking problem.
I wouldn't have noticed.
Oral compensation--
that's what I call it.
What's your shrink call it?
Just being a drunk.
You're a member of a Iarge club.
I wonder how I would have turned out...
if I hadn't inherited a fortune.
Well, I could think of a couple of occupations.
You see, money does have its restrictions.
Yeah.
You're broadening me...
but I'm still in the dark about Sondra Lomax.
If she was here last night, who was she with?
Mr. Rome, you don't really expect me...
to know the people I invite.
I don't expect you to tell me anything...
you don't want to...
and that robe is making me nervous.
You don't like it?
You'd look good in a paper napkin...
but that wouldn't get me any answers.
I'm sorry.
What do you say...
I slip out of this bathrobe?
It could all come back to me.
I'll only be a minute.
Oh, and if you need anything...
there's a butler.
Be more fun with a maid.
I have one of those, too.
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2.
1, 2, 1, 2.
Do you have to count?
What's that make it, Paul?
Dad, we don't have to play this for money.
How do you expect me to be good...
if I don't bet on myself?
You've got to keep your eye on the ball.
How can he keep his eye on the ball?
All his life, he's been looking back...
to see who's chasing him.
Hello.
Hello, my dear.
You did right, sweetheart.
Just don't say nothing.
We'll be right over.
Come on, Paul.
We got an appointment.
1, 2, 1, 2.
1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2.
Like it?
I like the real thing better.
Anything come back to you?
Hmm?
Last night.
Haven't I seen you around the track?
Yeah. I bounce in and out of there...
once in a while.
You a hunch player like me?
No. I lose my money scientifically.
Excuse me.
About last night-- you were asking me...
to refresh my memory.
There's someone who might help me.
Hi.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
Don't she look nice? Well, say it.
She's beautiful.
You was well-advised...
to call, my dear-- well-advised.
Is this the bum who's been bothering you?
Well, Mr. Al Mungar--
a pillar of the community.
This is my red-letter day...
for meeting the upper crust--
first a shark, now the barracuda.
I'd be careful...
with that mouth of yours.
I can put my foot in it.
You know Mr. Mungar?
Like I know Bonnie and Clyde.
Well, this is his son Paul.
Tony Rome.
My son and business consultant.
Which department? Blood banks?
You...
You and me are going for a little walk.
Paul, you stay here with Kit.
Al, listen, I--
Please, relax.
I'm not allowed to get mad these days--
Doctor's orders.
I'd feel a hell of a lot calmer...
if I could get another medical opinion.
Ain't going to be no problem.
Don't worry, Miss Forrest.
Whatever he doesn't break, I get to keep.
Hey, you could have gotten rid of me...
with one small scream.
Come on, Mr. Rome. We walk.
You know, Paul and Kit...
would make a beautiful couple.
You never know.
They could wind up married.
Yeah. The gang in cellblock eight...
would love that.
For your information, wise guy...
my boy made All-American at Amherst.
And you're not ashamed?
With all those other guys...
burning their draft cards...
your kid becomes an All-American?
1, 2, 1, 2, 1.
Get it out of your mind.
Al!
Ooh! Company!
This is business.
Ain't you going to introduce me?
Go lose yourself for an hour.
What am I supposed to do?
Read a book.
For a whole hour?
Look at the pictures.
Reminds me--
I got to get Santini's kid a catcher's mitt.
I told you...
get it out of your mind.
I wonder what part of her I paid for.
I lost a few thousand bucks...
in your gambling joints.
That's the old Mungar.
Everything I run now is legit.
Like Jilly's?
That's a respectable business.
Oh, yeah.
I met the queen who runs it.
Tell me something, Al.
What's your noble concern...
about this little girl over here?
She's my neighbor.
You go over once in a while...
and borrow a cup of bullets?
Now, look, Rome.
Just because I'm wearing a white hat now...
don't mean I can't hire some pro...
to put you in traction, for openers.
You make me blow up.
I like to be nice to people.
Now, get out of here...
and stay away from that girl--
and this broad, too.
Car 77, proceed to 85 Meridian.
Resident claims there is a drunk molesting her.
Car 46, go to St. Agnes' Convent.
Mother Superior charges...
nuns' habits stolen from Iaundry.
She was knifed-- nice and clean.
What are you doing here?
Give me a minute. I'll think of something.
Did you know her?
Yeah. We talked.
I got two murders on my hands.
If you got something, give it to me.
I could throw you a few hints, Dave.
You might start at Jilly's...
where there's a fun couple...
named Danny Yale...
and a butch girlfriend named Seymour...
or you could find Al Mungar...
and lean on him a little bit...
and last, but not least...
there's a very good-looking broad...
who's got a crazy breaststroke named Kit Forrest.
What ties them all together?
Could be cement.
Hurry back, John, dear.
My mother's coming to dinner.
Oh, that's good news.
How are the nags treating you?
Hey, who knows from the nags?
I don't bet horses. What's with the nags?
Mr. Rome up?
I think so.
Good morning, Tony.
Hello, Dave.
What are you looking for?
My shoe.
Why don't you try the icebox?
That's where I keep my ties.
A few more blondes from missing persons.
I talked to Kit Forrest.
She said you'd been around to see her...
asking about Sondra Lomax.
That's right.
She said she told you all she knew.
Did you try to squeeze her a little bit?
You got any idea who she is?
Yeah. $30 million worth of influence...
and I also gather that while you were in the neighborhood...
you dropped over to see Mr. Mungar.
Yeah.
You paid a call, asked him some questions.
He didn't have the answers.
Uh-huh. You didn't squeeze him, either, did you?
A lot of important people like him.
Yeah. He gives a lot of money...
to little league ball clubs...
and funeral parlors.
What about Danny Yale?
He never left Jilly's.
But I got a lead...
on the Maria Barreto killing.
No.
The woman who lives across the street...
said she saw a man run out of Maria's houseboat--
An unusually big man in a suit too small for him.
What color suit? Brown?
Yeah. Yeah. You know who he is?
The hell you don't.
I figured you weren't following up Maria Barreto's lead...
just out of curiosity.
Now, what are you up to?
Nothing.
Now, Dave, listen to me.
I got a lady coming over here...
in a little while...
and I promised to give her a diving Iesson.
It wouldn't be good for your morale.
Now, look, Tony, don't hold out on me.
Hello, Ruby. Can I see you a minute?
Mm-hmm.
Hey, the lady's with me.
We're old friends. Don't worry.
Listen, enjoy the show.
Won't take me long.
Ain't it murder?
They never have any towels in these joints.
Pardon me, lady.
Which one you want to bet on?
Me.
You look beautiful.
The chief thinks so.
Three hookers have been robbed in this area...
in the past week.
I got the job.
You want to make 35 cents?
Hey, don't laugh.
I had three offers already today.
I want to know about a guy named Waldo Gronsky.
The mad Russian?
I haven't seen him...
since I picked him up...
for a gas station heist...
a few years back.
What else you know about him?
He's strictly a loner.
He's been heisting cathouses, banks...
ever since he was a kid.
Sounds like a tough customer.
Tough? He's crazy, considering...
some of the things he's done.
Like what?
Oh, like heisting the big boys...
in the floating poker games.
That could be a dangerous occupation.
Dangerous? I think we did Gronsky a favor...
when we picked him up.
How come?
The word was out that he heisted a bundle...
from one of the big boys...
the same week.
Which big boy?
I don't know, but I know somebody was after him.
How did you find out?
Oh, anonymous phone tip from a guy.
Well, now that he's out...
where does he hang his hat, this guy?
I don't know. I could make a phone call.
The parole officer would know.
O.K., make the call.
O.K.
Wait a minute, dearie.
Forgot your purse.
Ah, I always forget.
Let's go.
Thanks.
There you go, pal.
I told you I wouldn't take long.
She's all yours.
Thanks.
Unwind me.
All you broads are all alike.
Get lost!
Men.
Well...
what do you know?
Just you?
Mm-hmm.
Just like last time...
only different.
This time, I got the gun and the questions...
and you got the answers.
Now just Iift that cannon out of your belt...
and throw it over here.
Why don't you come take it off me?
Now, look, if you're trying to scare me...
you're doing a hell of a job.
You're also scaring my trigger finger.
Now, get that thing out of there...
and throw it over here.
Why the gun, pal?
I'm a client, remember?
That's why I'm going to give you a chance...
to tell your side of it.
You were seen running...
out of the Barreto houseboat...
where she was found stabbed.
She was that way when I got there.
Hey, wait a minute.
If the fuzz is after me...
how come they ain't here?
Because all they got's a description of you.
They ain't tied it to you yet.
Pal.
I didn't punch the Barreto dame.
I mean, why should I?
It's Sondra I want to get my hands on.
Why?
I just wrapped up two years in the joint...
on account of that bitch ratted on me.
You sure it was her?
Couldn't have been nobody else.
She was the only one that knew...
where I was holed up.
Wait a minute.
You didn't hire me...
to take care of one of your personal beefs.
Now, why do you want this chick?
My business.
No. I'm dealing.
Says which?
This .38 says which.
That?
Oh, pal.
A little .38 slug...
ain't going to stop me.
Now, hold it.
Don't let me plug you, now.
No. I wouldn't.
It might make me sore.
Put the heater on the table.
Don't be dumb, Gronsky.
This ain't no .38 I'm holding.
A .45 will blow your head off at this range.
O.K., Shev.
Who are you?
Uh, I'm a registered nurse...
but if this ain't a convenient time...
I can go.
Remain.
What are we going to do with him?
We can't leave him here.
Oh, we can leave him--dead.
Hey, why bother with me?
No trouble.
Right between the eyes.
Outside--
where the water's nice and deep.
All right, let's move.
Ah, ah, ah, ah.
You wouldn't want me to leave without my garment.
All right. Let's move.
Hey, maybe we could kick this around--
meet the press, huh?
Come on, come on. Move.
Beautiful day, huh?
Yeah.
Stay loose.
What?
I said stay loose.
What's with that guy?
He won't order any more drinks.
That other bastard nearly tore my leg off.
Get me the hell out of here.
I know a place I can hole up.
Where?
Mabel's Parlor over on 123rd street.
Didn't you ever hear of diet foods?
Stop with the jokes. Get me to Mabel's.
Yeah.
That tears it.
All right. Get in the car.
Give me the gun.
And the other one.
Greedy.
Let's go.
Stay loose, pal.
Again?
Ugh...
You know he could have your badge for police brutality?
Any trouble with him?
No, sir.
Good. If he starts something...
don't hesitate to use your weapon.
I think I can manage to keep the prisoner subdued...
without resorting to the use--
Look, Levine, one of these days you'll have to decide...
between going to a civil liberties benefit...
or a policemen's ball.
Yes, sir.
How's your head?
I'll never have any trouble with my head.
How are you doing, pal?
Better than you are, Waldo.
You're charged with number one, Gronsky...
not to mention roughing up two policemen...
and damaging a patrol car.
You're a menace to urban renewal.
That old lady just signed a statement...
that you were the one...
she saw run out of Maria's houseboat.
Well...
Did you get out clean?
Yeah. Those two bums had a record...
as long as a phone book.
Nobody regrets their loss.
Nobody except maybe Al Mungar.
And he says he doesn't know them or you.
Is that a fact?
Is it?
What's Mungar got against you?
I don't know.
Maybe he's jealous I give more to boys town.
I got another job for you, pal.
They're pinning a bum rap on me.
Lieutenant, my orange juice, please.
If it's a bum rap...
open up and be honest with us for a change.
What...
so you can use every word...
to sew me up tighter?
Rome isn't likely...
to turn up something we can't.
Lieutenant...
the law works for the law.
Rome works for money.
That makes him easy to trust.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
You've been throwing me like a knuckle ball.
Too many people die around you.
5,000 bucks?
I'm in, I'm in.
Here.
You can get five grand for that anyplace.
Check it out, Iieutenant. It ain't hot.
Now, you get it if you can prove...
that I didn't kill that Barreto girl.
If you can't, you give it back.
Then I use it to hire myself a smart lawyer...
who will tell you that I got a right...
to talk to my eye alone.
Right now, you're Iucky...
to have bedpan privileges.
I want some answers.
Uh...
I am very nauseous...
and in no condition to be grilled.
I'm warning you, Gronsky--
Lieutenant, can't you see...
my client has had a very grueling day?
O.K. You got five minutes.
You think this place is bugged?
If it is, Waldo...
they're in a lot of trouble.
Now, tell me something.
While you were watching that houseboat...
who else went in or out of that house...
beside the girl?
A guy.
A guy went in...
while the Barreto gal was out...
let himself in with a key...
hung around a few minutes...
and came out with a couple suitcases.
What did he look like?
Well, he had on...
some motorcycle glasses...
a lot of hair around the ears.
Was he by chance wearing tight pants?
Yeah.
Yeah, he had on pants so tight...
you could have rolled him.
I'll get this cleaned.
Hey, Rome.
You know him?
We're not too crazy about each other.
What have you got?
A complaint.
There's a night nurse on this floor...
who's been making improper advances toward my client.
Danny Yale around?
In the back.
Ain't this the shamus...
who came in the other day, Danny?
Arnie Sherwin's pretty good.
He caught the real you, didn't he?
If you got the hots, dreamboat...
you are in the wrong room.
No, no.
You're the one who turns me on, sweetheart.
Ha ha ha! Don't say that.
Seymour has a jealous streak.
What the hell you want?
I'm just curious why Sondra didn't pick up her things...
when she left the bungalow.
I told you, I do not have to talk to you.
That's true...
but I could make a pain in the ass of myself.
How do you know she didn't?
Because you did.
You were seen coming out of there with the baggage.
So I picked her things up.
What's that supposed to mean?
She asked me to drop them off...
at the airline baggage terminal--
said she had a lot to do.
You're a tender one, aren't you, Danny?
A dame quits on you...
and you go through all this trouble for her.
No trouble.
She was a good kid.
She was a good kid?
She ain't here now. That's all I know.
Neither is Maria Barreto.
Poor kid.
Yeah.
You know, you keep losing girls like this...
you may have to turn a few tricks yourself.
Look, I hope the bastard...
that killed Maria gets the chair!
He will...
and if it turns out that Sondra got dead...
before you picked up her things...
you could be in a lot of trouble--
accessory to murder.
Trouble. Oh, big trouble.
On your way, sweetheart.
Conversation is over.
You know...
you could spill everything you know now...
before the cops make you do it the hard way.
Think about it.
He told you butt out!
What's the matter? Am I making him nervous?
Seymour, if he does not walk...
out of here now...
I want to hear him bounce!
Move, or I'm going to throw a block...
into you, baby, for keeps.
Aah! Oh, Seymour!
Seymour.
Seymour!
Would you like to try that again for instant replay?
Sweetheart.
Uh!
One ticket on number five.
Three tickets on number six.
Give me a ticket on number three.
The horses are on the track...
ladies and gentlemen, for the final race of the day...
the Gulf Stream Park Handicap.
Hi.
Your answering service...
finally gave you the message.
Yeah, they got me.
I waited for you at home as long as I could.
Remember me?
I was told to keep out of your neighborhood.
Al Mungar?
He likes to keep an eye on me.
What does he do with his other eye?
The horses are at the gate.
It's not what you think.
He's really very sweet.
Oh, he's a lovely man, lovely man.
Ha ha!
What did you want from me, Miss Forrest?
Look, it's a lovely day.
Can't we enjoy the races together?
Smart move.
They're all in the gate. The flag is up!
What's yours on this one?
Fancy That.
Oh, that's my pick, too. Sorry.
And they're off and running.
Fudge broke on top...
but with Dirty Boots and Wild Page a close second.
Coming past the stands for the first time...
it's Fudge in the middle of the track...
Wild Page second, Dance On third...
Come on, Fancy. Move!
That's it. That's it.
Come on, come on.
Hey, hey.
Come on, Fancy!
Hey!
When you want to yell in a winner, you got to cool it.
Play it cool.
That's the secret, Mr. Rome.
Right.
Well, you've got no chance with me. I'm a loser.
Not with me you won't be.
The Spoiler on the outside...
and Aces Up in the middle of the track.
Out of the turn and into the stretch...
it's Fudge in front...
The Spoiler second, Aces Up third.
And Fancy That is flying along the rail.
Come on! Fancy That!
Fancy That! Fancy That!
Come on!
Fancy That coming off the rail and challenging.
Fancy That-- Fancy That and Fudge.
Who won?
We did.
You know...
we just may be good for each other.
That's a nice thought. Hang on to it.
Get your bag. Let's go.
Five's the point. The lady's point is five.
Ho!
6 and a 4--10.
Five!
Ho!
A two and a three.
The point has been made!
What are you betting, lady?
Let it ride.
400's open.
Come on, lady. Shoot the dice.
I'll take 50.
200!
Careful Charlie's taking 200. 150's open.
Hey, Tony! You want some?
No. I'm empty.
150's still open!
150's open!
150 open!
Tony, she's had the dice for over an hour.
She likes to hold on to things.
Where did you find this ringer?
In the yellow pages.
Well, congratulations.
Call me anytime.
150's open! 150 open!
How much do you want?
145's now open!
Covered!
All right, lady, shoot.
Please, sir. You're scratching the casket!
Quiet, Melvin. Shoot, lady.
Be there, baby.
The point is four!
50 says she makes it!
Gentlemen, gentlemen, it's getting late...
and this lovely casket...
is scheduled for delivery!
Quiet, Melvin.
The lady's point is still four.
Hey! Little Joe!
Mr. Rome.
Yes?
You're reclining on our custom casket. You'll scratch it.
You know, the fella...
you're going to put in here won't know the difference.
Don't worry about it.
Oh. Thank you, sir.
It's all right, dear.
Lady's point is four.
Gentlemen, please, please!
Quiet, Melvin!
The lady's point is still four!
Three and a one. Ho!
Be there...
Little Joe, the hard way!
I guess that about does it, lady.
And, Mr. Rome...
Yeah?
Henceforth, on any future floating crap game...
that I arrange, I wish to inform you as of this date...
that this broad is to be personally excluded.
- Understood? - Understood.
- Agreed? - Agreed.
I thank you.
It's all right.
Uh, I got a sneaking suspicion...
you would not break down...
if I gambled in a different morgue.
Lady, please.
Don't come back soon, huh?
You're cute. Here.
I'm cute.
Hey, you talk funny.
Very quiet on the way out, please.
We'll leave as quiet...
as we were going out horizontally.
Thank you. That would be lovely.
Good night.
Ta-ta.
Senorita Forrest...
I owe you my Iife.
You bring me here to this country...
you help me all these years...
but this...
this...
bugs me.
Tony, want an onion on this one?
No, thanks.
I have tried to call...
this Arnie Sherwin bum...
on the phone six time already.
He never answer!
To find out what take off this stuff.
It sticky like glue!
When did it happen?
The night he tell me he come from your party--
Yeah, your party--
And he walk in here stinking drunk...
and he say to me, "I want that wall."
Ha ha! And I say to him, "Listen, my friend.
That wall belong to Paco Gonzalez!"
And he said to me, "That wall belong to--" uh...
"prosperity!"
What a Iousy thing to say to a Cuban!
But anyway, when I tried to stop him...
he was like a crazy man!
I think it looks pretty nice, Paco.
It's beautiful--
beautiful maybe for a men's room...
but not for a family pool hall!
Can you imagine a father come here...
with his kids to shoot pool, O.K.?
And he line up and chalk over here...
take one look at the wall, look at the gaga--
Finished-- the whole thing.
I think you got a problem.
Paco!
What's the matter with you?
People pay Arnie Sherwin a lot of money...
for a mural like this.
They pay him a lot of money for this?
Ha! What a crazy country!
No, no, no. I wouldn't do that, Paco.
Maybe you're right.
Some for the road, huh?
Are we going steady now?
Since 4:00 this afternoon.
What time is it now?
Sometime before 3:00.
I think it's about time.
Ah, you've got some chili on your pretty dress.
Yeah. Your place or mine?
I got a crazy spot remover.
Buenas noches, Paco.
Bourbon a good spot remover?
Depends on what you're trying to forget.
I'll have mine on the rocks.
You drink too much.
You smoke too much.
Maybe we ought to go our separate ways.
You called me today. What did you want?
You want that out of the way first?
You said it was urgent.
Well, I have an insatiable longing...
for affection.
Is that urgent enough?
Not quite.
We've been playing a lot of funny games...
since we left the race track.
Now, what the hell do you want?
I want to hire you.
For what?
Well, when Sondra came to my party...
the other night, she...
showed me a picture someone had taken of me.
It was a nasty picture with a married man.
She said if I wanted the negative...
I'd better come up with $5,000...
and a man would be around to pick it up the next day.
So when I showed up, you thought I was the man...
and that's how Mungar got into it.
I didn't know who else to call...
and Al said to turn to him...
when the blackmailer came.
Did this guy ever show up?
No...
but then late last night...
I got a phone call from Sondra.
She said to send the 5,000 to Jane Smith...
care of general delivery, Las Vegas.
And you want to hire me to go to Vegas...
to try to pick up that negative...
and then hang around there until I find Sondra.
Is that it?
I'll pay you the usual fee, plus a bonus.
What's the bonus?
You tell me.
How about $30 million?
That shouldn't be too steep...
to get that body off the slab...
in the county morgue and ship it to Vegas.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I told you, I just talked to Sondra last night.
What don't you believe?
All of it.
Why?
Because you're moving toward me a little bit too fast.
I figure you got a deal...
and you want to bargain for something I want.
And you don't want it?
I didn't say that.
When I want it...
I don't want to trade for it.
Just what do you figure I want to trade?
I'm not too sure...
but I know it's not that phony picture...
you're talking about.
You think I can afford to let that be passed around?
You can afford anything, Miss Forrest...
maybe even Al Mungar.
Maybe you're the kind of dame collects hoods.
I used to know a broad collected bullfighters.
You are a bastard, Mr. Rome!
My mother wouldn't like that.
Arnie Sherwin in?
He know you?
Not yet. I'm Tony Rome, friend of Kit Forrest.
Oh. Come in.
I'm his receptionist, you know.
Everyone wants Arnie to do them...
so I got to screen them, you know.
That's me.
He sure gets down to the gut Ievel...
don't he?
You've lost a hell of a lot of weight, baby.
Arnie, can I go to the john?
No! Don't move a muscle.
Arnie.
Yeah?
He's a friend of Kit Forrest's.
Oh, yeah, sure. I've seen you around.
Oh? Where?
Her parties, right?
Well, I didn't make the last one.
Were you there?
Listen, when she puts in the call, I run.
See all this? She set it up.
All those social contacts--
how do you think I made it? On talent?
I wouldn't know. I'm a detective.
A cop? Oh, come on. I kicked the habit months ago.
I'm straight, honest.
Take it easy. Take it easy.
All I want is some answers.
You don't mind if they stay, do you?
They kind of relax me.
Yeah, me, too.
Arnie, can I go to the john?
No!
About the party at Kit Forrest's house the other night--
Did you meet a girl named Sondra Lomax?
No. She split before we got there.
You know her?
Sure.
How'd the party get started?
Well, there was the four of them--
Yale and Sondra, Kit and Paul Mungar.
They went over to Kit's house together.
Paul Mungar?
Well, sure. Kit's been hot for him...
for at least a month.
Was Kit alone when you got there?
Well, everybody was drinking a lot. You know Kit.
But it wasn't big enough...
so Yale and Paul went out to try to dig up a mob.
Yale picked me up...
and then Paul came in with his crowd later.
Arnie, please, can I go to the john?
No!
Tell me something.
Was Kit alone when you got there?
Stoned. She never saw us.
Paul put her to bed...
and the party went on without her.
What about the Lomax kid? She ever come back?
Uh-uh. The way I got it...
she and Kit had a fight before we got there.
About what?
Who knows with broads?
Think it might be something important, like peace?
Yeah. You ever do a sketch of Sondra Lomax?
No.
Think you could do one from memory?
Easy, except I don't draw on spec.
I know. I can see you have a Iarge family.
How's 20?
I should smudge my fingers for that?
I don't want the whole body, just the face.
You don't even have to sign it.
Arnie, please!
Go ahead, baby.
Thank you!
Homicide. Santini.
Dave there?
He's left for the day.
O.K.
Hey, Tiger.
Uncle Tony!
Hi, son. How do you feel?
Great.
Where's everybody?
Rose, look what showed up.
Hi, Tony.
Rose.
How are you?
Fine. What happened to his chin?
I fell off my skateboard.
The way Dave rushed home...
you'd have thought he had a concussion.
You'll stay for lunch, won't you?
Please.
O.K., you talked me into it.
What did you bring me this time?
It's a big surprise. Close your eyes.
Open them.
Boy! A catcher's mitt. Just what I wanted.
How'd you know?
I get those hot flashes once in a while.
Gee, thanks, Tony.
Come on, Tighe. I need you in the kitchen.
Say, uh, Dave...
Yeah?
That dame in the morgue is Sondra.
How do you know?
Here's an artist's drawing of her.
Hey, Rose, that's pretty good lasagne.
It wasn't lasagne.
It was quiche lorraine.
I'll get it.
Tony, how long do you...
got to go to school...
to be a detective?
All the way, son.
To the sixth grade?
Yep. Exactly. And that's just long enough...
to learn to read lipstick prints on a paper cup.
Here's my spitter.
It's not legal.
You're a wise guy.
Here's a slider.
Time. I think I threw my arm out.
Rose.
Yeah?
Isn't it time for that kid to take his bath?
But, Dave--
Now.
But, Dave--
Rose, please!
It's O.K., Mom. I know Dad's feeling bad.
Tomorrow I'll take you fishing or something.
But you don't have to go unless you want to.
I want to.
So long, pal.
So long, Dad.
Come on, Tiger.
So long, Tiger.
So long, uncle Tony.
See you, Rose.
What the hell's the matter with you?
What's eating you?
Danny Yale was found in his club...dead...
with a knife off your boat in his belly.
With my fingerprints all over it, right?
They check out.
And a witness who was there...
says he saw it all.
Mr. Mungar's got it taped, doesn't he?
Sure I had a beef with Yale.
It's a frame, Dave.
Yeah, I know, but it's a tight one.
I got to take you in, Tony...
but you'll get all the help I can give you.
Against Mungar? Ha ha! Don't kid yourself.
You couldn't drag him downtown to question him...
after you pulled that poor broad out of the bay.
Are you going to be my character witness?
You're going to tell them we were once cops together...
and I have dinner here once in a while?
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
You know better, Tony.
I got to take you in.
Dave, this frame's too tight.
I've got to stay loose so I can pin Mungar.
That's my job.
You're not big enough for it.
Hold it.
I'm still taking you in.
You going to shoot me, Dave?
Car 45 to Central.
Central to car 45, O.K.
Reporting hit and run, personal injury.
'61 blue Ford convertible.
Last seen traveling south...
on 36th Street Causeway.
License number 1W17395.
45 out.
Come on, out of the car.
I'm Lieutenant Santini, Miami Homicide.
Get your hands up.
Here's my identification.
Here. Read this, dope.
Tell us about that woman you ran down.
What woman?
Hey, this guy is a cop.
Thanks. You, radio headquarters.
Tell them I spotted Rome at the Fontainebleu.
You with the brains, come with me.
Attention, please. Your attention, please.
Two canasta players are needed immediately.
Please report to the front desk...
and ask for Mr. Muchen.
Hello. McComb's charter boat.
It's Tony.
Tony! Lucky you called.
I got a sure thing for you...
in the 10th-- Lord George.
Malicious on the outside wouldn't help me.
Look, by the way, there's a bunch of cops...
down here looking for you.
That's nice of you to sandwich that in between tips.
Can you bust loose?
I'm boxed in.
There's a patrol boat out here...
waiting for me to lead them to you.
On the dock, there's cops with plainclothes men.
They look like they're not interested in me.
At the other end of the dock...
also plainclothes men with cops...
also not interested in me.
So we don't waste the dime...
who won the fifth at Gulf Stream?
Moishe II.
A pox on that horse.
Yeah, sad, ain't it?
All around, it's a bad day for losers.
Oh, pardon me, sir.
I didn't know they reassigned this cabana.
Are you new in Miami?
Mm-hmm.
I could see that.
I can do you a lot of good, pal.
Is that a fact?
Like, say you rent a car while you're here.
You got to pay by the mile, right?
So why pay it all? Just bring the car around to me.
I know how to fix a speedometer.
That way, you're riding around all you want...
and when you take it back in...
it shows maybe 10, 15 miles you got to pay for.
That sounds exciting.
I figure, what the hell?
I save a nice guy like you some dough that way.
You'll probably pay me for my trouble...
out of what I save you, right?
Seems logical.
You need a date?
I'm your boy in that line, too.
Just tell me what you got in mind.
If you like the amateurs...
there's plenty of free stuff here on vacation...
I can put you next to.
We interrupt our afternoon show...
to bring you a special news bulletin.
Daniel Yale, manager of Jilly's...
a well-known Miami Beach go-go club...
was found stabbed to death yesterday in his office...
after an allegedly violent quarrel...
with Anthony Rome...
a Miami Beach private detective.
Police are now combing Miami for Rome...
reported last seen traveling north on Collins Avenue...
in a stolen police car.
We now return you to Daniel Boone.
Now, uh, if you want more excitement...
I know some broads...
that will give you a hot time--
What's that for?
You are a walking encyclopedia full of information...
and I don't want to lose you.
You're that--that guy they're looking for...
the one we just saw on TV.
That's me.
Oh, jeez, mister.
You're not going to--
Not unless you become emotionally involved...
I won't.
Oh, please, mister...
don't shoot me with that.
I only got six more payments left...
on my Ford.
I'll tell the loan company where to send the flowers.
I'll do anything.
Just sit there and shut up.
Me? I never was a big talker.
Hold it right there, buddy.
It gets better.
How much?
I didn't have a chance to put the flag down.
Here. Put the flag down.
Doesn't Lionel throw the grooviest parties?
I never miss them.
You looking for somebody, Lieutenant?
Yeah, Captain, but I think we got him now.
Oh, I'm glad to hear that.
I wonder if you could explain...
how the hell he got away in a police car.
You want to go over that again?
...in connection with alarm...
previously submitted for one Anthony Rome...
wanted for a homicide, knife.
He's presently believed to be in the area...
of the Fontainebleu Hotel.
Cars 954, 652, 125, respond. Cover from all sides.
Miss Forrest?
I don't want to alarm you...
but there's a killer on the loose.
Oh. Well, if I see a killer, I'll call.
Thank you.
You're O.K. They're gone.
You got any idea what the penalty is...
for harboring a killer?
Hadn't really given it much thought.
Hey, you still don't trust me, do you?
You just got funny neighbors.
Here.
You look like you need it.
Thank you.
You could still turn me in, you know.
Yeah. Is that why you came here?
No. I'm tired of running.
Why'd you lie to the cops?
It's an old family tradition.
Anyone who is tired and helpless, give.
It's a nice service.
Mmm, and I've got a strong charity drive.
And right now...
I'm just a kid who needs a little charity.
Question.
Yeah.
Why is Mungar protecting you?
I told you.
I don't buy it.
Tony... you got to get out of Miami.
Now? While I'm this busy?
No, you've got to. You didn't kill Danny Yale.
What makes you so sure?
I know.
Maybe I did it to cover up for you.
Cover up for me? What?
Murder.
Oh, you can't mean that.
Try me.
And I'm stupid enough...
to think that this means something to you.
Maybe it does.
Before we ride on to any higher thrills...
I want to hear your side of it.
I can't remember.
Maybe I can help you.
This is how nice and pretty Sondra Lomax looked...
before they took her out of the water.
Now talk to me, Kit.
Paul and Yale left that girl with you...
the night of the party, and when they returned...
she was gone because she was dead.
And you dragged Mungar in to cover up for you.
I can't remember.
Whoever you're protecting is not helping you, Kit.
I'm used to it.
Maria Barreto isn't.
Who is Maria Barreto?
She was Sondra's roommate.
Mungar forgot to mention her, huh?
She was found knifed.
It was done in order to keep me off your tail...
and Danny Yale was killed for the very same reason.
I didn't know anything about it.
Does it matter?
Yes, it does!
Why? Tell me.
Sondra and I were quarreling over Paul...
and he thought it was a big joke.
He kept egging us on and on...
and getting me so drunk...
and I just don't remember it all.
I guess that... when Sondra and I...
were alone together...
we got more violent.
I'm not sure.
I must have blacked out.
When I woke up...
she was lying on the floor...dead...
and I found this in my hand...
with her blood all over it.
I must have stabbed her.
And you don't remember doing it?
No.
I was drunk. I blacked out.
That happens, doesn't it?
It's possible.
You keep this thing around...
to remind yourself of it?
Breathe deeply, Officer Levine.
He was very unreasonable.
I kept telling him I deplore violence.
You'll be in surgery in a few minutes.
You'll be all right.
Sterling, you want to tell me about it?
It was horrible, horrible.
When I got here...
Levine was hanging from that pulley in there...
unconscious.
Then Gronsky came after me.
Yeah?
That's all I remember.
Nurse, were you on duty?
Yeah.
And?
It was like the hurricane of'54.
What about you, Doc?
I can't add anything.
We'll have to wait for Officer Levine...
to come out of surgery.
How long will that be?
Difficult to say.
Now tell me...
just what is the nature...
of your malady, Mr. Norman?
What I mean is, are you interested...
in improving muscle tone, reducing, or...
Oh, I'm nervous.
Well, I'm sure one of our trained experts...
can help relieve your tension.
Thank you.
Miss Strawd.
Will you take care of Mr. Norman?
Certainly. Come on, Mr. Norman.
How are you?
Why don't you just call me Bunny?
I will, Bunny.
Bye, Mr. Douglas. See you tomorrow.
When you go home, go right to bed...
and get plenty of sleep.
Now, before I make out your chart...
may I ask who recommended you to our solarium?
Relax, Mabel. I don't want a rubdown.
I want to see the moose.
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Gronsky. Don't tell me he's not back there.
Are you with the cops?
If I was, I'd have come up here in a tank.
What makes you think he's here?
We have an arrangement.
What do you want with him?
Now, don't stall, Mabel.
You're liable to get him very mad.
Well, you can understand.
I don't want to see him get hurt.
Waldo get hurt?
Hey! I don't like a guy...
which turns off the TV set...
while I'm watching.
I have come here to entertain you.
Did I send for you?
Baby, he said you had an arrangement.
All right, butt out.
I want to talk to my associate.
Why'd you kill her, Waldo?
I told you--
Hey, I hired you to spring me...
not ask questions.
I'm not talking about the Spanish broad.
I'm talking about Sondra.
Now, if I'd killed her...
I'd know where she was, wouldn't I?
So why am I still looking for her?
Because you knew she had the hots for Paul.
You knew it all the time.
Yeah. Yeah, I knew it.
I even caught them together once.
Or was it twice?
How come he's still alive?
I got my reasons.
He pulled a knife on me...
and I don't like guys...
which pull knives on me...
so I took it away from him...
and carved my initials on his ass--W.G.
It looked kind of groovy.
That kid was a shiv man.
The best.
What makes you such an expert on Mungar's son?
You're the smart shamus. You figure it out.
He tipped you off to all Mungar's big games...
and you walked in and heisted them.
Well, you, uh...
you might say we was partners.
Mm-hmm. Until the day of the big haul.
Then he told the fuzz where to pick you up.
The broad blew the whistle on me.
Why would Paul screw up a good thing?
I heisted over 170 grand.
You mean Paul did. Then you split the take.
You gave your end of it to Sondra...
and then he conned her out of it.
Yeah...and then dumped her in the drink.
The rotten bastard.
Let's go.
Where?
Make a deal.
I ain't got time. I'm going after Paul.
You'll get him.
Maybe this time, you can carve your full name.
Where?
On his ass. Where else?
You're not using your knight effectively, Dad.
I should keep him out in the center, huh?
Right.
Al.
Kit, come in!
Sit down.
I'm going to the police.
Oh? Kit...
you have to forget about it.
You got to act like it didn't happen.
But it did.
Sondra's dead.
It was an accident.
You didn't mean to hurt her, did you?
Honey...
I know something about this business.
If you don't plan to knock them off...
it never happened.
You get enough pain...
thinking about things you did on purpose.
Al, I just can't keep it in anymore.
You can keep everything inside.
Sometimes... you need help...
to keep the lid on.
Now, don't worry, honey.
It'll all be all right.
She'll be all right.
She'll be all right? She's going to talk.
We've got to knock her off.
"Knock her off"?
Who the hell do you think you are--Bugs Moran?
No.Just the son of an ex-folk hero.
You pulled some colorful capers in your time, Al.
That's over. Buried.
Is it? You tell me who I am...
besides the son of a hood.
What I was-- was-- you had nothing to do with.
Thanks for nothing, but just remember...
if she talks, it's your neck.
She ain't going to talk.
You're right, Al. She won't talk.
I'll make sure of that.
You're not going to touch her.
I'm not? You want to ask them?
They're retired, Al, or did you forget that?
I try to go clean, and you drag me down to this.
You were going to...
make up for every Iousy thing I was ashamed of.
Maybe I never was ashamed.
I've been a student, Dad...
and you had style, real style.
Hey, take Pop upstairs...
and turn on the late show.
Maybe there's a gangster picture on.
Pop, come on, move.
Move.
It could have been quite a dynasty--
The Mungars and the Forrests.
Too bad you got that tinge of conscience.
Ain't it, though?
You must be on some kind of trip, Rome.
You figure on taking me...
before the police get to you?
Cool it, Waldo. Hold it.
You're pretty stupid, Rome.
Not nearly as stupid as you...
if you use a knife on that girl.
The cops think I killed Danny Yale...
but you and I know different, don't we?
We do?
Mm-hmm. Now I'm ready to trade.
What have you got that I want?
Him.
Me?
You.
What do I want with him?
Yeah.
You need an out for the Lomax murder.
He's a perfect patsy.
I'm a what?
Paul, your father said...
he'd rather not watch the gangster picture...
so I let him watch the cowboys and Indians.
All right?
Hiya, fella.
As I was saying, you need a patsy.
I've got one. Her.
Wrong. The letter opener she thinks killed Lomax...
wouldn't bruise a grape.
It had to be done by a pro.
Like him?
Like him.
So I give you Gronsky for Lomax...
and I get a patsy for Danny Yale.
Hey, that's not a bad idea.
One of these bums for Yale...
and Gronsky for Sondra.
You got a deal.
That tears it.
Uh! Uh!
Hey, Waldo, can I talk to you?
Now?
Right now.
I'm a little busy at the moment.
Can you take a coffee break?
Excuse me a moment.
Hey, I want to talk to you...
before you talk to me.
Talk.
Did you really mean that...
about trading me off to that bum?
The way you're hitting this season? No way!
Hey, you're a nice kid.
Homicide. Santini.
What do you got?
Two of a kind.
Not enough. Three kings.
Odds or evens?
Evens.
- Three. - Two.
You lose.
I always lose.
Now get your gear on and go over the side.
All right, but I don't understand...
why we have to do treasure-hunting things...
when I've got $30 million.
Kit.
Yeah?
Never mind about the treasure hunt.
O.K. What do you want to do?
I'll think of something.