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Mike: Hold it! Hold it - hold it...
You!
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Mike: Well! I think you put on weight! They paroled me three months ago - been looking for you everywhere.
This your place?
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Mike: My place!
When did you move in here?
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Mike: I - er - about a month ago.
Photography! Who taught you all this?
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Mike: State of New York.
You're kidding!
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Mike: Rehabilitation - it's the new thing for first offenders.
What do you do? Cheesecake? . . . Pin-ups?
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Mike: And all that.
And all that! I always wanted to be a photographer. How much do you make?
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Mike: I do all right.
You always had the luck. Some jail they sent you to!
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Mike: Didn't they teach you a trade inside?
Oh sure. . . L and L four hours a day.
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Mike: L and L. . . ?
Laundry and latrines. . . I'm the new Mr. Clean. Hey! You're not married, are you?
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Mike: Hell no! She just comes in to. . .
To what?
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Mike: . . . to clean up.
She does more than that! Lisa?
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Mike: Lisa! In a dump like this?
Seen her yet?
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Mike: Not a trace.
but you have looked.
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Mike: You bet I've looked. She owes me two grand.
Me too. Promised she'd double it for me by the time I got out. Instead she takes off. I'll kill her!
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Mike: You couldn't kill anybody. Least of all Lisa...
So, where's the action?
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Mike: What action?
Like you said in your message. "If you want a quick and easy grand. . ." So - that's what I want.
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Mike: "If you want a quick and easy grand come to 27B Grogan Street at nine exactly - door's open...."
Only next time phone me yourself. If you'd popped out of there a second sooner you'd have caught this in your teeth. You did send that message? . . . No? . . . You got the same message?
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Mike: Just liike that. Then he hung up.
Who hung up?
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Mike: Search me. Thoguht it must be from you.
And all this? . . . Go on then - say it! This isn't your place. And you're flat broke! You - you're not even a photographer!
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Mike: I'm worse than broke. I owe eight hundred to a loan shark and I'm a month behind with the interest.
Ooo! - That's bad!
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Mike: So, if you could stake me for say - two-fifty? . . . If I don't come up with some "juice" by Monday they're taking me to the dentist.
Two-fifty he says! And I haven't eaten since I came out. How mcuh for this?
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Mike: Cameras! You can't give 'em away.... So who lives here?
Give me a few minutes - I'll find something. [Opens the fridge.] Now what have we here? Enough cold cuts for a long weekend -
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Mike: Don't!
Hey! The photographer is crafty! Keeps a twenty back of the freezer!
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Mike: So leave it there. And leave that alone... Then who does live here?
Now if I can just find where they hide the mustard...
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Mike: And who did send that message?
Strange how you degenerate as soon as you're free. In stir I can guzzle any slop they dish out. And now I can't find the mustard and I get the shakes!
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Mike: What did he sound like?
I got it. I got it! What did who sound like?
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Mike: the joker who phoned.
Some kind of foreigner. Five to one it was a put-on...
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Mike: Where were you when he phoned?
My usual place - and you?
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Mike: My usual place.
So?
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Mike: It's got to be Lisa. Who else knows where to find us?
What's through there?
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Mike: Bedroom and bathroom.
Another entrance?
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Mike: No. Bars on the windows just like these.
I wonder if this place is bugged! Lisa!
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Mike: Sh- shut up!
Come out, come out from wherever you are!
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Roat: ... And seeing as it's a little damp and a bit cheesy . . . a dollar seventy-five and I'll be on my way.
Let's have the message - and then take that stinking thing out of here!
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Roat: But it's a grand name, don't you think? Good old Mike Talman! Don't you think it suits him fine... Sergeant Carlino?
Sergeant - who?
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Roat: And you will be Sergeant Carlino.
Hey, come on, who the hell are you?
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Roat: I am Harry Roat Junior and Senior - from Scarsdale.
Okay, Mister Roat Junior and Senior - the message and out!
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Roat: Finally she got bored with them - made an anonymous phone call to the police and then disappeared, taking their loot with her. As they say there's no one quite so gullible as a con man in love.
Who sent you here? . . . And who are you?
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Mike: If Lisa told you all that, why isn't she here?
Where is she?
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Roat: We are now all working for Lisa.
You said on the phone - a quick and easy grand.
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Mike: Plus the two thousand each that Lisa already owes us.
Roat: You shall have it.
When?
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Mike: So when do we see her?
Roat: Tomorrow night - with the merchandise . . . . Well?
Look - we don't even talk till we get two-fifty each -
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Roat: Lisa told me to give you five hundred each and the balance on delivery. Any objection? But first - may we have weapons on the table?
Search me, I'm clean.
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Roat: Your brass-knuckles?
What brass knuckles?
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Roat: I your right pocket... I cannot negotiate in an atmosphere of mistrust... And your little razor-blade, Mr. Talman.
And how do you protect yourself?
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Roat: Geraldine protects me. Isn't she beautiful?
What does she do?
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Mike: Then may we have Geraldine on the table too?
Roat: We may not.
Why the hell not?
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Roat: ... And the was most sympathetic. But before he had time to deliver it, Lisa arrived at this apartment herself and asked for it. And then, much to her surprise - he just couldn't find it.
What do you mean - he couldn't find it?
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Roat: Just under two pounds.
Mike: Allow eight ounces for the music box . . !
That's a lot of "horse!"
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Mike: Is this the real stuff . . . pure heroin?
Roat: Nothing has ever been so pure.
That'll be worth over fifty grand. Do you push it yourself?
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Roat: . . . They walked to a movie where he left his wife and then he went on to his studio where he is still waiting. . .
Now hold it! Are you getting any of this.
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Mike: Sure. Just pay attention.
Well, I'm lost!
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Me: Well, I'm lost!
Mike: So listen!
Look - Mr. Roat. I'm a first grade drop-out. Just give it to me like A-B-C. . . Lisa wants to get them out of here so she can come in and really go through this place. Right?
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Me: . . . Lisa wants to get them out of here so she can come in and really go through this place. Right?
Roat: That is correct.
So right now the wife is watching a movie and the photographer is at his studio waiting for some Italian broad who doesn't even exist. How long is he going to wait?
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Mike: So Lisa has been in here already tonight?
Roat: Yes. And she searched everywhere and still couldn't find it.
So she searched everywhere? How did she open this?
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Roat: Lisa looked. She found the key on the ledge just above it.
And this?
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Mike: Well? Does Lisa know about this safe?
Roat: She does. . . and that's why you're here.
Well - this is a bit out of our line but - okay, we'lll make the photographer open it when he gets back here. . . . But luck - we aren't squeamish, Mr. Roat . . . are you?
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Roat: I am. And that is not why you're here. Suppose - after some persuasion - he did unlock the safe and it wasn't there? Then what?
The doll's in that safe - give you five to one.
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Roat: She said - "Don't let them twist any arms and you're not to steal anything. . . let the wife find the doll - and give it to you. . . of her own free will.
Well - this is like old times. So we con 'em out of it! You betta find out all you can about this guy. What's his name again?
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Mike: Hendrix - Sam Hendrix . . . flew to Montreal . . . last Monday. Returned New York . . . yesterday.
Hey! And look what I can see - right by the parking lot!
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Me: Hey! And look what I can see - right by the parking lot!
Mike: What?
A phone booth!
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Me: A phone booth!
Mike: Great! And two blinds. Which gives us nine signals.
Six.
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Me: Six.
Mike: Nine.
Up - open and down. Three two's are six.
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Mike: It's three squared, you fink!
Roat: Now you've left me behind.
Just a little system of ours. One of us goes zonk-zonk. . . And then the phone rings. Just leave this to us, Mr. Roat.
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Roat: . . . Now make a note of this number. And there's some information on that wall, Mike.
When do we start all this? Tonight?
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Roat: Lisa?
Mike: Lisa. All those little details about how she worked...
And about us.
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Me: And about us.
Mike: You see, we know Lisa very well...
Yeah, and she would never give you anything...
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Mike: Flip it! Why don't you sit down, Mr. Roat?
Roat: Thank you.
Now!
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Mike: Come on!
Roat: You're already involved - aren't you?
I can prove wehre I was when this happened.
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Roat: ...By the way I am not on parole and no policeman has ever heard of me.
But someone must have seen you with her somewhere. . .
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Roat: Never. I've followed her several times but we never actually met until she walked in there tonight.
All that stuff about us . . . she told you all that tonight?
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Roat: Sorry, Mike - but you were both so highly recommended. I need you.
Well, that's just too bad! - And now you've got a body in there and you are stuck with it. [To Mikes:] Let's go.
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Roat: . . . Now, one - get her out of here. Roll her up in this - and dump it where I found it, and then meet me in the Volkswagen.
Look - just let us out of this?
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Roat: Less this five hundred, of course.
Mike: But things have changed since then.
Yeah.
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Susy: O come on . . . I know you're there. . . you can't fool me, you know.
Phew!
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