Savage Harbor (1987) Movie Script
1
(ominous music)
(waves crashing)
- I wanna wrap this
thing up real quick.
Sam in Kansas City says
he's got a lot of jobs
waiting for this
oriental poontang.
- You sure about this guy Logan?
He don't smell
right to me, Harry.
- Uh yeah, I checked
him out real good.
He's been doing this
for three years now,
running these girls
in from Vietnam.
Hey, the price is
right (chuckles).
I want you to watch out though,
if anything goes wrong
you pass, you here.
- There he is.
(tense music)
(motor whirring)
- Hey mon there they are.
- Yeah I see 'em.
(motor whirring)
- You better go take care of it.
And stay on your toes!
- There's Jim!
(tense music)
(waves crashing)
- I don't trust this guy Logan.
(suspenseful music)
(door clattering)
(cymbals crashing)
(hollow thumping)
(motor whining)
- God Harry (sighs),
this is white slavery,
it's barbaric!
I mean, buying these
women, like cattle!
- Don't make too much
of a fuss sweetheart.
I'll bet your Logan would pay
plenty for your
sweet little ass.
It's a two-way ocean
out there you know.
(motor rumbling)
(waves crashing)
(shouting)
- Ah!
(woman screaming)
- Get out!
- Hey Mark,
over here!
(woman sobbing)
(dramatic music)
(chattering)
- Good to go,
- Oh (gasps)!
Stay together!
- Oh!
(waves crashing)
- Let's go, (mumbles)!
(men shouting)
(woman sobbing)
(mumbling)
- Oh, oh, oh, (sobs)...
(chattering)
(sobbing)
- Come on baby!
(grunting)
(men chattering)
(woman whimpering)
- Ah, ah...
(women sobbing)
(women groaning)
- [Man] Okay...
- These ain't chinks,
it's a rip-off!
(thrilling music)
(gun firing)
- [Woman] Oh!
- Gimme the shotgun!
(gun firing)
- What the fuck's
going on out there?
(gun firing)
- Oh my god!
(screaming)
(gun firing)
(shotgun clicking)
(gun firing)
(machine gun firing)
(women grunting)
(machine gun firing)
(gun firing)
- Ooh!
(machine gun firing)
(grunting)
Oof...
(thudding)
(grunts)
(gun firing)
(thudding)
(groaning)
(whimpering)
(machine gun firing)
- Oh god help me!
(shotgun clicking)
(snickering)
(shotgun firing)
(screaming)
(car horn honking)
(panting)
(tense music)
(traffic rumbling)
(heels clacking)
- (squeals) Ooh no, help!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
(gun firing)
(explosion booming)
Oh!
(thudding)
(grunting)
(car horn honking)
(panting)
(traffic rumbling)
- All right come
on, hurry it up!
Let's get the hell out of here!
- Hey boss?
- Yeah?
- Where's your girl?
- Anne!
Anne come on back!
It's all over, let's go!
(seagull screeching)
I'll be damned!
All right let's go
find her, go on!
(panting)
(tires squealing)
- She's gone, Harry.
- Yeah.
- I know.
She won't get far,
not with that monkey
she's got on her back.
- I hope you're right,
she knows enough
to send us all to
the gas chamber.
- Then you better
find her, hadn't you?
(energetic pop music)
It's too good to be true
Can I hope to believe
in dreams come true
You got to be true
I'm adrift in your love
and I'm lost in you
It's too good to be true
Can I hope to believe
in dreams come true
(tense music)
It's too good to be true
(seagulls screeching)
(ship's horn blowing)
(perky rock music)
She's the only girl who can
make him behave that way
He's the kind of a man
She runs out of
things to say
They do fine, fine, fine
When he (mumbles)
They were born to
(traffic rumbling)
(perky rock music)
- Come on Joe.
First drink ashore.
- No I gotta take a
rain check buddy,
got a little uh,
business I got to take care of.
All right, I'll
see 'ya, in a bit.
Those pretty people
(singing)
(patrons chattering)
- Are you gonna go (mumbles)
(woman laughing)
Alone?
(slapping)
- God damn, look what
the tide brought in!
Good to see you man!
(palms slapping)
- How you doing Killer?
- Just fine.
Proprietorship baby,
proprietorship!
- Hell, I thought
you were fired?
- I was!
Hustled some bread,
bought the joint,
hired myself right back!
(laughing)
Blew a few minds but
here I am, master!
Ready and willing to serve you!
But you can't come and
act like one of those
sea-going Caucasians,
or I'll have to 86 'ya.
How you been?
- Great Killer, just great.
(perky rock music)
(singing)
- Hey Joe, how you been?
- Great Hughbie I just got in!
(door thudding)
(vehicle rumbling)
(energetic rock music)
I'm adrift in your love
and I'm lost in you
(vehicle rumbling)
(faint rock music)
- Thanks ever so
much, let me give
you some money.
(paper rustling)
- Keep your money baby, I get
mine the old fashioned way!
(squealing)
- No!
Get off me, please,
(grunts), get off!
(pants) Take the, you can
take all the money to,
(squeals), get off!
(screaming)
Get off me, please!
(mumbling)
Get off (screams)!
Oh, no (whimpers)!
Ah, get off!
Help, no please no!
- Hey, hey, I think
(sobbing)
The lady said no.
- Take a hike buddy
this is a family affair!
- You all right?
- No, my car broke down,
he, he gave me a ride!
- The lady said
thanks for the ride!
(door clattering)
(patting)
- Okay, okay.
(starter whirring)
(engine revving)
- You all right?
- Yeah, thank you, um...
- Joe, Joe Hardwell.
- Anne Teasdale.
(birds chirping)
(tender music)
Can I buy you a drink?
- Yeah, it'd be nice,
but it's my treat.
- Should we go?
(thumping rock music)
- Can I use your phone?
- Yeah.
(phone thumping)
(bell ringing)
- Hey, Arlene.
There are some memories.
(patron laughing)
(somber music)
(birds chirping)
- Do you like avocados?
- What?
- Just a thought.
(Anne sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
(peppy rock music)
- Uh, come on.
You gotta be kidding!
It's only been six months!
What?
Yeah well the same to you!
(clattering)
(bell ringing)
(snickering)
Don't say it I know
exactly what you're thinking!
- Hey man, I don't
do no thinking.
I'm here to grin,
make smalltalk,
and keep my customers happy.
(fingers snapping)
- Good idea!
- What you want?
- Keeping your customers
happy, let me have
your black book!
- (chuckles) Hey man
that's real funny.
- What did I say?
- You been gone too long
this trip Billy boy.
- Give her a call,
she's friendly.
Tell her I told you to call.
- What the hell can I lose?
Starting on the
Z's and uh, Zelda.
(keys thumping)
(faint ringing)
(telephone ringing)
(clattering)
- Hello?
- Yes uh,
you're not gonna believe
this but a very pretty lady
just gave me your phone number.
- Oh yes, I know her, Roxey,
she's a very friendly person.
- Well you sound very friendly.
- Well now let me guess,
you're probably a,
a merchant seaman back
from, some exotic port?
You want to buy a nice girl
some drinks, and a dinner and,
zap, right into the sack, right?
- You wouldn't believe this!
Gee uh, I hadn't
thought of that.
Sounds like a great idea.
(laughing)
- And you're probably
oh, maybe six-two,
blonde, and you got a big yen,
and I'm not talking
about Chinese money.
- This is fantastic!
You sound terrific!
How can we get together?
- (sighs) I'll find you.
I'll tap three times
on your shoulder.
- Okay, hello?
Hello?
- Well?
(telephone clattering)
- Said she'd tap three times
on my shoulder.
- (laughs) Last time I got
tapped three times
on the shoulder,
it was a tall, lean
mean looking Texan,
with a police badge!
(lips smacking)
- Yeah?
(birds chirping)
So this is where you live huh?
(earrings clattering)
- Well actually I'm staying
with a friend right now.
(romantic music)
- When can I (mumbles)?
- Why don't you come
upstairs, right now?
(relaxed rock music)
- Uh-hmm?
You're kidding!
- (chuckles) I'll be
off in a little while.
- I'll be here.
Merry Christmas Jesse,
there is a Santa Clause.
- I'll be damned.
- Be damned, what's this
be damned stuff!
- Roxey!
Man she don't just
pick up guys in bars!
You must got something (mumbles)
Shit in your pants, baby!
(chuckling)
I'll be
(relaxing music)
- How many eggs can you eat?
- I can eat 40 eggs, in an hour.
(chuckles)
A half a dozen will be fine.
- Good.
Tell me something.
How come you sailors always
act like you're half starved?
- After six months
at sea each year,
we are half starved.
- I'm talking about food!
- Hey that's what
I'm talking about!
- Sure!
- You're okay Roxey.
- Thanks.
- Could I uh, make the
toast or something?
- [Roxey] Sure.
- Gas oven?
- (chuckles) Oh why don't
you just use my toaster?
- We didn't have a toaster.
- Oh...
(lips smacking)
(chuckling)
Don't tell me you
don't like bread?
- I'm sorry.
- Maybe you best sit,
at this rate we're
gonna end up with
nothing but burnt bacon.
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful music)
- Come here.
(romantic music)
I don't care, about
your past, okay?
We start right from here.
This is where we start.
Yesterday is just
yesterday, okay?
- Okay.
- So I don't want to
hear any more about it.
- (sighs) Okay.
(sighing)
(relaxing music)
- Will you be in port long?
- Uh, I don't know.
I'll find out Wednesday, maybe.
- [Roxey] I wish you would
have told me, before we...
God I feel like a fool, I
thought this meant more.
I feel like a cheap
piece of meat.
- Guess this ship just
pulled into the wrong port.
- I wish you wouldn't
say it that way.
- Yeah.
Well I have a way
of oh saying the
wrong thing at the wrong time.
Thanks for the chow.
- Bill!
I'm not really much for
picking up guys, but--
- Hey, you have
nothing to explain.
- Well it's just
that I like you.
- Oh I like you too Roxey.
- I mean it Bill.
When a girl feels like
this she doesn't want
to sleep with a guy
like some pickup!
- I'll see you down at Jesse's.
- Sure.
(crickets chirping)
(door clattering)
(tense music)
(waves crashing)
- Joe?
Joe?
- Hmm?
Hey.
- Thank you, for saving me.
- Hey, you ever been
to an avocado ranch?
- No.
- No?
You never been to one?
- Never been to one.
- Well, I worked off
a few meals for this
guy a few years ago,
and, he had this ranch, right?
But I didn't have the
money then to buy it,
or anyone to buy it
for or share it with.
(sighs)
I'm trying to say is,
that I'd like to
share it with you.
- (gasps) Joel
(relaxing music)
Are you sure about this?
- 'Course I'm sure, now
we're partners, right?
- Partners (chuckles)?
Joe, I wish you'd
let me go to the
ship with you to see you off.
-I can't.
Come here.
(Anne gasping)
- [Anne] Oh...
(Anne moaning)
(Anne sighing)
(ship's horn blowing)
(smacking)
- You're wrong!
I was talking to my sister!
- That's a lot of crap!
You were talking
to Anne Teasdale!
Hank here heard you
on the telephone!
- (mumbles) he did!
- Now where is she?
Where is she?
Oh, bullshit!
(smacking)
Take her out, get rid
of her permanently!
- No Mr. Kane no, no!
I was duh, she was at a market!
- What market?
- Ow...
She's at the Coast
Highway, and F-Frier.
- There now, doesn't
that feel better?
All right Hank,
you go find Slim,
you go to that market,
you pick up that bitch
and you take her to my
boat, you understand?
Both of 'ya!
Now get out of here!
- Okay Boss!
- You want I should
go too Harry?
- No you stay here and,
and I'm gonna teach this
little bitch a lesson!
- Oh!
No Mr. Kane, no Mr. Kane please!
- [Harry] I'm gonna
teach you a lesson!
- No, no Mr. Kane, please
no Mr. Kane (whimpers)!
(smacking)
(squealing)
No, no (screams)!
(dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
(tense music)
(footsteps tapping)
(metallic thudding)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(dramatic music)
(screaming)
(tires screeching)
(grunting)
- Leave me alone
you fucking (mumbles)!
Now let me get my--
(smacking)
- Shut the, fuck up!
- Leave me alone you
fucking bastard!
(smacking)
- Shut the fuck up!
(whimpering)
Shut up!
(tense music)
(chuckling)
Little Anne with
her Houdini act.
(chuckling)
(fingers snapping)
(tense music)
(door clicking)
(metallic thudding)
(ominous music)
(vehicle rumbling)
(ship's horn blowing)
(tense music)
(vehicle rumbling)
(footsteps thumping)
(wooden creaking)
- Well now, look who's here.
(footsteps clattering)
Aristotle, good reading.
The man had a fine mind.
Go up and keep Freddy
company will ya Hank?
- I know you're
gonna find this hard
to believe Harry but,
Miss Teasdale wasn't
exactly crazy about coming
over here to see ya.
- Really?
Now Anne, don't you want to
see your old friends anymore?
- Things have happened Harry.
- What kind of things?
- My life's changed, I'm clean!
And I'm gonna be married.
- Married?
Well now that is news isn't it?
Uh is he a nice guy?
- (sighs) Yes.
- Of course, he would be.
He's marrying a nice girl.
He must understand, that uh,
when the hard stuff was
difficult to get I carried you.
- (sighs) Well things
are different now.
I'm sorry Harry.
- Sorry (chuckles).
Well sorry just doesn't
quite make it with me Anne.
Slim?
(gasping)
- No, uh, no, Harry no!
- I'm gonna bring you
back into the fold Anne.
Where your real friends are.
(ominous music)
- God Harry please!
God Harry you can't
do this to me!
(gasps) You can't do this
to me, please dear god no!
No Harry no!
(gasps) No, oh god, (sighs)!
(sighing)
(patting)
- There now.
Doesn't that feel better?
(chuckles) He's a friendly
little monkey isn't he?
Now here's what
I want you to do,
I want you to write a nice
letter to your boyfriend,
and tell him you're leaving him.
The meantime the boys
will pick up your thing
and get you all moved.
- No...
- You do understand
that don't you?
(threatening music)
You do understand that
don't you Anne?
Yeah, of course you do.
Harry always takes
care of his girls.
- Oh god Joe, oh my
Joe, oh I'm sorry Joe...
- Welcome home.
(sighing)
(echoing)
- Oh god...
(helicopter whirring)
- Hi cutey.
Who are you?
- Are you Anne?
(sorrowful music)
- That's me honey.
What can I do for you?
- I called and made a
date, the guy downstairs
told me to come right up.
- Oh, we have a date.
Trick together honey.
That's nice.
(sighing)
Oh, you feel nice Joe,
oh god you feel nice!
Where have you been, Anne's
been lonely without you!
(sighs)
Oh love me Joe, love me!
Put your hands on me, hold me!
Oh everything's
fine Joe, just fine.
Oh you just want to love
me, that's all you want.
(laughing)
Oh we have a date together.
(giggling)
Oh, oh of course Joe.
Oh, I want to please you,
I want to make you happy.
Oh, you know you need me!
(moaning)
(lips smacking)
Oh Joe, here we are together
aren't we, (chuckles)!
(panting)
Oh, oh, oh yeah...
(vehicles rumbling)
- You're quiet.
- I was just thinking
a little bit Bill.
- You're serious about
punching your ticket?
- Yep, I sure am.
- Uh, I thought that
was just ship talk.
- Nope.
Last trip, my time
comes, I'm punching out,
and that's all she wrote.
(ship's horn blowing)
- Yeah, you've had
the home cooking,
home screwing look in your
eyes for the last eight months.
- Hey I got to tell ya
man she's a great girl.
You'll really like
her, I know you will.
- Uh I hope so for your sake,
to me a broad's a broad.
You got the place yet?
- No not yet I sign
the papers tomorrow,
I'm keeping my fingers
crossed though.
- Good luck buddy.
To me, it's port to
port for this sailor.
(chuckling)
- See ya.
- Good luck.
(footsteps tapping)
(door rumbling)
(faint pop music)
(footsteps tapping)
- Bitch!
Things that you do to me
(knocking)
I'll be
- Come in!
Your sweet desire
(rattling)
Who the hell are you?
- I'm looking for Anne Teasdale,
she used to live here.
- No bells, babes.
- You mean no bells?
She used to live here
about six months ago.
- (sighs) Six months,
you gotta be kidding,
that's a lifetime in this place.
Nobody stays that long.
- Come on you're
kidding me right?
It's a joke.
- Look, I never heard of
her and uh, I'm
not a comedienne,
although uh, I am
available for bookings
if you'd like to talk
to my agent downstairs.
- Yeah, well, thanks
but no thanks.
- Look buddy I been
here four months,
I never heard of the girl, okay?
So like if you're not
buying, take a flyer, huh?
Time is money.
- She used to live here.
- I guess you didn't hear me.
You know you're cute
but you're real slow.
- You sure you didn't know her?
- Look, I never heard the
name, and I'm real busy
so I suggest you take a hike!
- Yeah, thanks.
(door clattering)
(faint pop music)
(sighing)
(knocking)
- [Woman] I'm busy,
come back later!
And bring me some more towels!
(knocking)
- [Man] We don't want any!
- Get lost!
(laughing)
- Hey didn't Joe, go with
you on the last trip?
- (sighs) Yeah, he's
getting married.
What a world huh?
One of these days
You're gonna feel my love
- Hey, you!
(footsteps tapping)
- My name is Harold,
what can I do for you?
- I'm looking for Anne Teasdale.
- I don't know the name.
- She used to live here.
Did she leave a forwarding
address or something?
- I'm new here, I
wouldn't know that.
- Well you got a book,
you got a register?
- (giggles) You'd
think they would but
the new owners are really
sloppy about that kind of thing.
- Look it's real
important to me,
would you please
give me a break?
- (tongue clucking) Well...
(paper rustling)
What year?
- About six months ago.
- Spelled how?
- Come on.
- I'm not the one asking
the favor here, you are!
(paper rustling)
- T, where's the T?
What's that say?
Come here.
- It simply means she was
registered here, that's all.
(door thumping)
(footsteps tapping)
(traffic rumbling)
(footsteps tapping)
Hello Mr. Kane?
It's Harold.
(mumbling)
- Yes of course,
is he there now?
(mumbling)
Well who is he?
(mumbling)
On, all right,
of course I'll
remember that it was
you who called.
No, I certainly
will remember that.
Yes thank you very much.
(telephone clattering)
- (mumbles) little
faggot down at the hotel?
He said some sailor's
been asking question
about Anne Teasdale.
- You think it's her boyfriend?
- Could be.
Check it out and
take care of it.
Take the psycho with you.
- [Man] The word on
the street and you're
holding out money on me!
- No, I have the money!
- Maybe Meachy, you want
- I'll get, I'll get...
- Meachy to fix that
- No, No, I'll get
- pretty face of yours honey?
- The money for you I swear
- You want to make it
- I'll get the money!
- look real nice,
what the hell, huh?
- I swear I'll get the
money Tony!
- When you gonna get it
to me?
- I swear I will, I'll
get it for you, I promise!
- Well maybe we're just
gonna fix you right now huh?
Come on where's that money!
(slapping)
(screaming)
Huh?
- Hey hey hey!
(screaming)
- But out sucker,
this don't concern you!
(dramatic music)
- You're about to be cut,
motherfucker!
(scuffling)
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
- Ah!
(mumbling)
(fists thudding)
(groaning)
(squealing)
- Leave it alone
mister this ain't your biz!
(mumbling)
- Yeah...
- Tony...
- I guess it ain't.
(patrons chattering)
- Ah...
- [Jesse] Hi Joe.
- What's the matter with you?
- (sighs) She's gone man.
(clicking)
(chuckles)
- What do you mean gone?
- What'd I say?
You read my lips, she's gone.
- Hey man, I'm on your side.
- I know I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(lighter clicking)
(sighs) I went by
the hotel today.
It's all changed.
Hookers and pimps.
- It's probably why she moved.
- Yeah.
(sighs) But she's been
gone for six months.
- Where would she go
without telling you?
(tense music)
(romantic music)
Hey, I asked you a question.
- I don't know man.
- You think maybe her father?
- No, she wouldn't go back.
- Okay man don't get pissed off.
Have you checked
your bank account?
- Yeah, (sighs), I'm
tapped, I'm broke.
Just, gone.
- All that dough down the tube.
- (sighs) Oh man,
something's wrong, Bill.
- You're damn right!
Your dough's gone
and so is your lady!
- I don't mean that way.
- Pipe dreaming
sailor comes home
to an avocado farm, yeah you
bought the farm all right!
- Are you through?
- Yeah, I really
am trying to help.
(ominous music)
- Daddy, daddy!
(sighs) Where are
you going, grandma?
What are you doing here?
(sobs) Good old Harry,
he's right in there!
(sighs) Hey Daddy,
look what your
daughter's doing now huh?
(eerie music)
(forlorn music)
Everything you thought I did.
Please no (pants)!
Daddy no, (sobs)!
No (sobs)!
No, (pants), oh dear
old Daddy help...
(screaming)
(crackling)
(screaming)
(glass shattering)
(wind howling)
No (sobs)!
Daddy (weeps)...
(crickets chirping)
(door clattering)
- Sir, sir you
can't go up there!
(scoffing)
(keypad clicking)
Mr. Kane?
He's ba-ack!
(knocking)
- Come in.
(hinges creaking)
(door thumping)
Cutey, what do you want?
- I'm interested.
- Thought I told you
you had to call first?
- So I goofed.
- That's okay, come on in,
party starts right here.
- How much?
- 50 bucks.
100 bucks?
- All right let's
forget the fun,
I need some information.
- Oh, so I guess we're back
to what's her name, huh?
- Yeah.
Look, (sighs) I'm
very much in love with
this woman, and I
have to find her.
Will you help me, please?
(telephone ringing)
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah I've got that.
- Hey.
- Yeah, yeah I got it
(mumbling)
I understand, I'm not stupid!
(mumbling)
(telephone clattering)
(sighing)
- Well?
- Look I'm sorry
man the deal's off.
- So what do you
need, more bread?
- No it's not the money,
look I told you before,
there's a way we
do things in this business,
you, you should
have called first.
- You knew her didn't you?
- You know take your money,
I don't want your money.
(papery rustling)
- Tell me, tell me!
You son of a bitch tell me!
- Miss son of a bitch to you!
Okay look you made your point
okay you're real strong!
(panting)
Look you got me in a
real situation here.
I'd like to help ya but,
you know it's like buying a
one-way ticket to the morgue.
- I need your help, please.
(sighing)
- (mumbles), now's not the time.
Where you gonna be later,
I'll call you later.
- I'll be at a place on
Avalon called the Trade-Winds.
You call me there.
- Yeah I know that place.
- Thanks.
(door clattering)
(crickets chirping)
(door thudding)
(footsteps tapping)
(scuffling)
- Whoo, sailor!
You got your papers?
- Who are you?
- I asked you if
you had your papers.
- Hey what's the matter, you
hard of hearing (snickers)?
- No I hear fine my man.
(foreboding music)
Who are you guys?
- We're the fucking
shore patrol.
- We're the shore
patrol (sighs)!
And we want you to
find another port!
(snickering)
- Oh yeah?
(hits thudding)
(scuffling)
(grunting)
(hits thudding)
(metallic clattering)
- Get him Slim!
(hits thudding)
Get him, (mumbles)...
(metallic clattering)
(clanking)
(dramatic music)
- Do yourself a favor Popeye.
Find yourself a safer port.
- (snickers) No more questions!
(snickering)
- Oh...
(tense music)
(metallic clattering)
Oh...
(crickets chirping)
(tense music)
Anne!
Anne!
Anne!
Anne!
(patrons chattering)
(sultry rock music)
- Hey Bill!
(chair clattering)
- Jesus,
what the hell happened to you?
- Huh, I don't know.
Someone around here
doesn't want me
asking questions (mumbles).
- Like who?
- These two goons.
They didn't leave their
phone number though.
- Yes they did.
They dialed it all
over your face!
You want some iodine and stuff?
- No forget it Jesse.
- Get it Jesse,
what do you think you are,
a Christian Scientist?
- That's very good Bill.
- I should keep my
mouth shut, but uh,
maybe a shady past has
caught up with her.
Why you?
- Who knows.
I was talking to this
Jenny, this hooker girl,
I think she's knows something.
Matter of fact I know
she knows something!
- [Jesse] Sounds like
you got some bad friends.
- Yeah that's what
I'm afraid of, Jesse.
But why's the hard part.
Well, I'll be getting
a call from this
Jenny broad pretty
soon, we'll find out
quick enough, believe me.
(wrapper rustling)
Uh, there you go, Billy boy.
Yeah,
(patting)
how do I look, good?
(vehicle rumbling)
- Did you give sailor
boy my message?
- I delivered it
personally Mr. Kane.
He shouldn't be a problem.
- That's good, you know
I don't like problems.
- Yes sir.
(faint panting)
(door clattering)
Harry's here.
Christ you're a mess.
(Anne panting)
- [Anne] Oh Harry,
I knew you'd come!
I'm sorry I'm not dressed
a little neater, I,
I'm trying, (pants)...
- I never did like ya
dressed anyway, baby.
- (sighs) Harry, I
need a little help!
(panting)
- (chuckling) What you need
is major surgery, sweetheart!
- No a fix Harry please,
just a little one (wheezes)!
- What I need is a
title more cash on hand.
You've done very badly lately.
For the past two months,
(mumbles) have been bad, very bad!
- (pants) Oh, just a pop
Harry please a touch!
Uh, I-I'll try and do
better I promise | --
- I can't run my
business on promises!
(Anne panting)
Look at you,
look at your face!
A wino would pass you over
for a drink of muscatel!
- (sighs) Oh Harry, I'll
be a good girl, I promise!
- I asked you to
write a letter and
kiss off your
boyfriend, didn't I?
You didn't do what Harry
asked you to do, did you?
- I tried to write him.
- Harry doesn't like
it when his girls
don't do what he
asked them to do.
You want to please
Harry, don't you?
-Oh yes Harry, I do I, I,
I promise I'll write just,
just help me now,
please Harry (pants)!
- Well, maybe,
(ominous music)
just maybe,
if you help Harry.
- Oh yes, yes!
- Remember?
That crazy wild
way you used to do?
- Oh yeah!
- I want to see if
you have any style left.
- Oh anything Harry, anything!
- You want to please
Harry, don't ya?
- Oh yes Harry!
- Go ahead please Harry.
(Anne panting)
(mysterious music)
(leathery snapping)
(telephone ringing)
(telephone clattering)
- Trade-Winds!
Jesse.
Who?
Yeah hold on.
- For me?
Great.
Yeah?
(mumbles)
Uh-huh, look I understand
your situation but listen,
I'm willing to pay you
anything you want, all right?
Anything!
(mumbling)
Al right.
Listen,
(mumbling)
just help me please.
All right, where?
(mumbling)
On the corner, uh-huh.
All right, Jenny, thanks a lot.
(mumbling)
Okay.
(telephone clattering)
(lively rock music)
(door clattering)
(limousine rumbling)
- I'm a little fed up
with the two of you guys.
- What's the problem Mr. Kane?
- Too much bullshit
and not enough action.
- We're leaning
pretty good Mr. Kane,
you can only push so far.
- Excuses aren't in my book.
- We'll try harder
next time Mr. King!
- No you won't try
harder, you'll do better!
We all have our
expenses, don't we?
- You've made your
point Mr. Kane.
- Are you two guys
up on your rounds?
- We're up on our rounds.
- And another thing,
I don't want to hear
anymore flack about that
sailor boy, and Jenny.
Otherwise I'll
cancel her ticket.
And I want you to do it, Slim.
- You don't have to worry
about Jenny Mr. Kane.
Hey, I know that
you knew about us,
it's not a problem Mr.
Kane, I can control her.
- Let's hope so
Slim, let's hope so.
(peppy music)
(limousine rumbling)
(ship's horn blowing)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps tapping)
(door thumping)
(tapping)
- Move it Gladys!
- Actually business
has been very slow.
Well it's the holidays,
people just aren't spending.
- What are you a
fucking economist?
- Well I do consider
myself rather observant.
You've read my
reports haven't you?
- Yeah, you got very
pretty hand writing.
All you faggots do.
- That's rude!
I think you're just dreadful!
- What gives you the idea that
I give a shit what you think?
Let me tell you something Mary,
the only reason you
got this job is because
you keep your hands
off the girls,
and you keep your
eyes and ears open.
Is Miss Barstow in her room?
- Your girlfriend left about--
(clattering)
- Her name, is Miss Barstow.
Miss Barstow.
(sniffing)
What the hell are you wearing?
- O-Opium.
- It stinks.
Why didn't you log
her leaving the hotel?
Or the phone call?
- 'Cause she didn't
get a phone call.
- Did she say where
she was going?
- No, no she was
dressed for business.
(slapping)
Oh M-M-Mr. Baker?
What do you want me to do
with Miss Teasdale' ledger?
- Get rid of it.
(crickets chirping)
(car rumbling)
(door clattering)
(metallic thumping)
- All right so what do you got?
- Oh god I gotta be nuts,
I don't know what I'm
doing this for man.
- So what do you
want, more money?
- (sighs) This
isn't about money,
it's about me breaking the rules
and risking my butt!
(sighs) Okay here's
the drill man.
The guy your looking
for is named Kane.
- Kane, where is he?
- That part I can't
help you with.
- Oh you can't help me with?
What the hell'd you
bring me out here for?
- Hey don't cop an
attitude with me man.
Don't think I don't know
what you think about me.
Hooker.
Well let me tell you something,
I make a lot of money,
it's fast, easy money and I
do it because I want to do it!
Tell ya something else,
I support an old lady
who's so whacked out she
doesn't even know my name
half the time, so we all
go our reasons, okay cutey?
I'm helping you for one reason.
Well, two, one I'm a sucker
for a cutey like you and,
(sighs) two is because I
think that what's-her-name,
Anne, got a bad break.
She's a, she was
a good kid, man.
She caught a bad break.
I'll tell you
something else too.
Forget about her, they got her
strung out man, she's hooked.
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps tapping)
(door clattering)
(metallic thumping)
(engine revving)
(paper rustling)
(keys jingling)
- [Jenny] Hey Slim.
- Where you been babe?
(door clattering)
- I took a drive.
Things been a little slow.
- Yeah where'd you go?
- I needed something
sweet, chocolate.
- Look like you're
dressed for work.
- I wanted to look
good for you baby.
You're a little
early aren't you?
- [Slim] Easy rounds.
(zipper unzipping)
- I guess you got a
couple minutes then, huh?
(slapping)
(gasping)
- I stick my neck out for
you and you bullshit me?
- I don't know what
you're talking about!
- You're fucking lying to me!
- (sniffs) I'm not lying!
- Where'd you go?
- I told you, I took a
drive, I bought a candy bar!
(sobbing)
Why do you always
have to hit me?
- Don't you fucking lie to me!
- I'm not!
(sniffing)
- Come here.
(mysterious music)
- No.
- Come here.
(Jenny whining)
Come here...
- What?
- Come on, come on, come on.
Come here.
- I don't wanna come here.
(sighing)
(lips smacking)
You're mean.
(heavy breathing)
(moaning)
(lips smacking)
- I love you baby.
But don't you ever cross me.
Never.
- What are you doing?
Aren't you staying?
(door clattering)
(rustling)
Son of a bitch!
(crickets chirping)
- Joe what you did
to me, Joe, (sighs).
(tense music)
(sighs) Joe it's my father I,
(sighs) I was so young,
18, 19 I can't remember.
He was drunk, he was mad at me,
I hadn't done anything
but he was mad!
He said that, I'd been
playing around with men.
I hadn't Joe I
swear I hadn't but,
he didn't believe me (sighs).
(crickets chirping)
(gate clattering)
(doorbell buzzing)
(door clattering)
- Yes?
- I am Joe Hardwell.
- You're not from the
Dockworkers Union, are 'ya?
- No sir, Mr. Teasdale?
- Yes?
- I'd like to ask you
a few questions about Anne.
- Come on in.
(door thudding)
I haven't seen Anne in years.
- We were about to
be married, and uh,
anything you could
tell me would help.
- You probably know
more than I could tell.
(sighing)
- I thought if anyone
she'd come back to see you.
- No chance.
- Why's that?
- Well I didn't really
know my little girl.
Her mother sent her
over to live with me
when she was 13, from England.
(sighs) It was hard for
me to raise a girl child.
All those boys
and, she was wild.
[-I didn't understand.
I was strict with her, perhaps,
too much, I don't know.
- (sighs) You uh, that
doesn't seem like that
would keep a daughter
away from her father.
- No.
She came home one night
uh, she was 18, 19.
(sighs) I was tired I'd, put
in 16 hours on the docks.
Anne was drunk, she started
to undress in front of me.
She was wild.
She threw her dress at me,
Well I didn't know what to do I,
was full of anger,
and frustration, I,
I struck her, hard.
She passed out I,
put her to bed and,
anyway the next
day she was gone.
That's the last time I saw Anne.
- I don't know what to say.
(poignant music)
(knocking)
- Hi honey what's up?
- Look I hate to bother you
I'm looking for Anne Teasdale.
She used to live on this floor.
- No Anne here, you interested
in Julie, that's me.
- No.
- Why don't you came back later,
and play with my pussycat?
(knocking)
- Hate to bah--
- What is it mac?
- Hate to bother you pal,
my girlfriend Anne Teasdale
used to live in room 16
I'm looking for her.
- I don't know her man,
I don't know anything about her.
- Come on, she used to live
right next door to you!
- I don't know her!
(door slamming)
(country music)
- Bill.
Why doesn't Joe just
go to the police?
- Anne might get in trouble.
- Well better that than the
trouble she might be in now.
- I ran it by him, no sale.
(footsteps tapping)
Hey, where the
hell are you going?
- Listen I won't bother you guys
you look like you're
real comfortable.
- Hey man, this is me!
- I need you man,
I need your help.
- [Bill] Let's go.
- Bad trouble baby, I
can feel it in my bones.
- That's superstition.
- Hope it's not art her-it is.
(sighing)
- What did you say sir?
- There's a guy hurt
out here, he says he's a tenant.
- Oh my god where, show me!
(hinges squeaking)
(door thudding)
(ship's horn blowing)
Oh, oh my god,
are you hurt sir, can--
Did he talk to you?
- [Joe] Uh...
- It's you!
Hey he's not a tenant!
(ship's horn blowing)
- What do you want
from this maggot?
- Personally I'd
like to kick his ass.
But first I need
some information.
- Why don't you let me
carve it out of him?
- What do you want to know?
- I wanna know about Harry Kane,
two thugs that hang around him.
Where do I find 'em?
- (sobs) God oh my god help me!
- You'd be better off
calling your fairy queen.
Let me cut him.
- Names, give me names.
(crickets chirping)
(whimpering)
- Jeez, Mr., Baker,
and Mr. Bender.
- Where do we find Mr.
Baker and Mr. Bender?
- Oh-Oh God they're
gonna kill me for this!
(whimpering)
They just come around
anytime and check on things!
- Telephone number, hangout?
- Well, well sometimes
they hang out,
at that, uh-uh c-cafe
on-on Neptune street.
(ominous music)
- Neptune Avenue and the cafe,
the little faggot didn't lie.
- Yeah, well, there
are our friends.
Look Bill, this is my fight,
you don't have to be--
- Hey,
can't be any worse than the
Aussies were in Singapore.
- (snickers) Hey Slim!
Look who's here (laughs)?
- Well, shall we?
- Let's dance.
- Boy Popeye you
are a dumb fuck.
- You got something I want.
- Come on beat it punks.
- Who asked you fats?
- We gonna talk all day?
- Nah...
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
(dramatic music)
(thudding)
(grunting)
- Let's get the
hell out of here!
(grunting)
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
- Al
(grunting)
(foot thudding)
(screaming)
Oh!
Junk clattering)
(screaming)
Oh, no...
- Come on, dammit,
(thug screaming)
Come on!
(hits thudding)
(engine revving)
(screaming)
(car horn honking)
(tires screeching)
(thudding)
- Oh oh...
Oh (sobs), help me, help!
Help!
Hey help me,
stop the truck, please!
(engine revving)
Stop the truck!
(thudding)
Oh...
(screaming)
(clattering)
No, hey!
(cans clattering)
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
(groaning)
Oh, oh ooh, oh...
(groaning)
(scuffling)
Oh...
(hits thudding)
(coughing)
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
(scuffling)
(thudding)
- Forget him,
he's done let's go!
(engine revving)
(metallic thudding)
(tires screeching)
(thudding)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
- So tell me more about
this party tomorrow.
- (snickers) Well, once a
month, the boss let's us have
free run of this joint.
- Oh shit man,
that sounds wild.
You think I can get invited?
- Yeah yeah sure,
we'll ask Harry.
Hey hey hiya boss (chuckles)!
- Where the hell is Slim?
- Oh (throat clearing)
you know that (snickers),
that Jenny broad (snickers).
- Are you the guy Sam sent over?
- That's me Mr. Kane.
- All right, here's a
picture of the girl.
She'll be working the park area,
around Fifth and Alameda.
And I want you to make
it look like an accident.
- You got it chief.
Say uh, that little shindig
you're having tomorrow?
- Yeah?
- Can I come?
- Sure.
You do this job right for me,
you can have free ass
the rest of your life.
All right Hank let's go.
(ominous music)
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(traffic rumbling)
(motor rumbling)
(footsteps tapping)
(metallic clattering)
(crickets chirping)
(tense music)
(traffic rumbling)
- Hi fellas, can a girl
turn a trick for you, huh?
- Get lost, will ya?
- Oh come on honey,
do two for the
price of one, yeah?
Nothing wrong with
that is there?
- Take off, huh?
- Huh?
Please honey, come on.
- Leave, chi--
- Joe, oh my God!
(footsteps tapping)
(truck rumbling)
- Anne!
(gears crunching)
(horn honking)
(tires squealing)
(screaming)
(thumping)
Anne!
(dramatic music)
(panting)
Jesus (mumbles),
can you hear me?
- Un, my sweet,
sweet, sweet sweet...
(gasping)
(crickets chirping)
(ominous music)
- What can I do to help?
(sighing)
- Go home Bill, go home (sighs).
Eye for an eye (sighs).
It's my fight now.
- [Jesse] Get yourself a drink,
I gotta check the
safe in the back.
(clicking)
(gun clicking)
(hard breathing)
- I'm coming for you, Harry.
You got it.
(groaning)
(door clattering)
- It's you again!
Uh, (tongue clucking)...
Mm...
(telephone clattering)
(dial tone buzzing)
(keypad beeping)
(knocking)
(wooden crashing)
- Get up!
(gasping)
- Oh, you gotta be kidding!
- I said get up!
- (sighs) You're crazy!
(gun clicking)
- That's right,
(tense music)
just crazy enough, come on!
(footsteps tapping)
(metallic thudding)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
Come here, come on.
All right gimme
the keys, come on!
- I'm look in"!
- Come on!
All right get in the car!
(mumbling)
(doors clattering)
(metallic thudding)
(engine revving)
- [Jenny] Hey look, for what
it's worth, I feel really bad
about your old lady.
(tires screeching)
- Yeah, don't
moralize, all right?
- Yeah, moralize.
Look I'm just trying
to stay alive here!
- Yeah, right!
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(tense music)
(car horn honking)
(metallic thudding)
(thumping)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(tense music)
- (chuckles) Jesus Christ
what a way to make a living!
- You just get me to Harry
Kane and baby you can retire.
- Yeah well I hope
we do get there.
- Yeah don't worry but
you can count on it.
(engine revving)
(tense music)
(tires screeching)
- Well don't look now
but we got company.
- What?
- Lover boy's on our tail.
- Ah, shit!
All right, hang on honey.
(energetic music)
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
(car rumbling)
(tires screeching)
(thumping)
(car rumbling)
- Come on, kick this
thing in the ass!
- Hee hee, what happened to
your girl Slim (chuckles)?
- [Slim] Shut the
fuck up you sick fuck.
(Hank snickering)
I'm gonna kill that bitch.
(cars rumbling)
(tires screeching)
I'm gonna Kill 'em both!
(snickering)
Watch it!
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(energetic music)
(metallic crashing)
(tires scraping)
- [Joe] Go, get out of here!
(metallic thudding)
(tires scraping)
(metallic thudding)
- You go get the bitch!
- What do I do with her Slim?
- Anything you want!
(snickering)
(metallic thudding)
(tense music)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whining)
(guns firing)
(ricochets whining)
(panting)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whining)
(gun firing)
(Hank snickering)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
- Uh (pants)...
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whining)
(truck rumbling)
(ricochet whining)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whining)
(gun firing)
(footsteps tapping)
(gun firing)
(whimpering)
(dramatic music)
- This is crazy man!
(tense music)
This situation's just
gotten out of hand!
I don't want to kill you man,
eh, not over some junky whore!
Let's end it!
(guns firing)
(grunting)
(screaming)
(thudding)
Oh, fuck me...
(tense music)
(Hank snickering)
(Jenny panting)
(thudding)
- No!
Oh, oh (whimpers)!
(Hank snickering)
(screaming)
(sobbing)
(snickering)
Oh, no!
On!
(grunting)
Oh, no, oh!
Oh, (screaming)!
- Jenny!
Jenny!
(tense music)
- Heh, (pants)...
(grunting)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whistling)
(footsteps scuffling)
(snickering)
(guns firing)
(grunting)
Ah!
(groaning)
Oh...
(metallic clattering)
(sighing)
- Jenny!
Jesus!
(sighs) I'm sorry, I
didn't mean this to happen!
(panting)
- Get Kane, get Harry Kane!
- Okay, I'll get him, I'll
find the son of a bitch!
(ship's horn blowing)
- He's at Fleet Brothers Mall,
GNS Apartments, he
owns the whole place.
- You wait right
here, I'll be back.
- (sighs) You're cute,
but you're a little slow.
(sighing)
- I'm sorry.
(trash clattering)
(relaxed music)
(woman laughing)
(man laughing)
- Oh my god!
(screaming)
- Hey baby
(chuckling)
(mumbling)
- I could swear
that was a dream,
in the morning I'll
wake up (mumbles)!
(snickering)
(laughing)
(woman moaning)
It was, the funniest
thing you ever saw.
(woman moaning)
(chattering)
(man grunting)
(woman moaning)
(slow music)
(chattering)
(sighing)
- Oh, shit...
Why don't you go get your
clothes back on babe.
We'll go to a private party,
there won't be so
much noise, come on.
(liquid sloshing)
(bottle thumping)
(chattering)
- Oh, a private party
hey Mr. Kane?
- (chuckles) Yeah.
These guys make too
much noise around here.
We're going to my
boat, you'll like it,
it's nice and quiet there.
- Oh, ah!
(thudding)
(footsteps tapping)
- Oh...
(moaning)
(slow music)
(chattering)
- [Woman] Oh god, oh god!
(moaning)
(chattering)
- Hey, (laughs)!
(tense music)
(woman squealing)
(laughing)
(chattering)
- Oh, hey baby, come on!
(laughing)
- (mumbles), catch you later!
- Whoo!
(laughing)
(squealing)
(laughing)
- Hey!
(tense music)
(footsteps tapping)
(gun firing)
- Oh...
(thudding)
(grunting)
(scuffling)
Oh...
- What was that?
(tense music)
(crashing)
- I want Kane!
- Hey fuck you!
(guns firing)
(screaming)
- Ont
(gun clicking)
(door crashing)
(gun firing)
- Oh!
(screaming)
- Oh!
(shotgun clicking)
(shotgun firing)
(shotgun clicking)
(shotgun firing)
(shotgun clicking)
(gun firing)
(grunting)
(clattering)
(glass shattering)
- Oh, oh, oh...
(tense music)
(door crashing)
(machine gun firing)
(grunting)
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(glass shattering)
(footsteps thudding)
- Please don't shoot,
don't shoot me mister!
(gun clicking)
(sobbing)
- Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh,
oh my god (sobs)!
Oh oh oh, oh oh
oh, oh, oh oh oh,
oh (mumbles), oh my god--
(clattering)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
(whimpering)
Don't, don't you
leave me (sobs)...
(whimpering)
Ah-00!
- You got 10,
(gun clicking)
seconds, to tell me,
where Harry Kane is!
Tell me!
- He might be on his boat!
[, at Fleets Mothers Marina!
I don't know, please, please...
(sniffs) Don't hurt me!
- You're not lying to me,
are you sweetheart?
- Don't hurt me please
don't hurt me (sobs)!
(whimpering)
- You make me sick!
(gun clicking)
- Yeah...
(gun clicking)
- What's with the gun
Mr. Kane?
- Oh let's just say
it's a good friend of mine.
(chuckling)
(tense music)
(footsteps thudding)
- How ya doing?
- Can I help you buddy?
- Yeah, I'm uh, looking
for the Harriguns,
they're having a
party here tonight,
they invited me down to uh,
I got the address here...
- You got the wrong party.
I said you got the wrong party?
- Oh Jesus.
(feet scuffling)
- That's pretty good.
- Hey be nice, be nice!
- Not good enough.
Turn around Bluto.
- Be nice!
- I am nice.
(hudding)
- Ooh!
(thumping)
(sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
(hinge creaking)
(thumping)
- Who the hell are you?
- (pants) Doesn't
matter you rat bastard!
- What the hell do you
want, is this a heist?
- No, (sniffs), try
the name Anne Teasdale.
- Anne?
Oh yeah, so?
- So, (sniffing),
I'm here to collect.
(gun clicking)
- Oh what the hell come on,
I got dozens of girls, younger
and prettier than Anne!
Hey, you're not serious
with that gun are 'ya?
Aw come on, take it easy.
- (sniffs) An eye
for an eye, you fuck!
- Na-now, now wait a minute!
Let's talk this thing over!
You're acting kind of crazy now.
I'll give you anything
you want, money, girls!
Uh here, take this
one if you want!
(chuckles) Hey, what do you
want me to say, I'm sorry?
- Shut up!
- All right for Christ sake's
I'm sorry, you hear me?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
- No!
Sorry doesn't cut it!
(gun firing)
- Oh (groans)!
(dramatic music)
(footsteps clattering)
(ship's horns blowing)
(hollow thudding)
(ship's horns blowing)
(keys jingling)
(footsteps tapping)
(ship's horn blowing)
- Joe!
- Come on...
- Is that you man?
- Yeah.
- What the hell you doing?
- Eh, what?
- You been sleeping
here all night?
- What time is it?
- It's 10.
- What?
- Come on man
let me get a couple
of belts in you.
- Yeah, right.
(tender music)
- Joe...
Joe...
(sighs)
- Dr. Cline to OR!
Dr. Jameson, phone
call line three!
Dr. Samuels a patient
is waiting for you
in the waiting room.
- Please report to the
Emergency Room, doctor please
(mumbles) Emergency Room.
(typewriter clacking)
(telephone ringing)
(tender music)
- [Woman] Dr. Firestone
please (mumbles),
Dr. Firestone
please (mumbles)...
- You must be Joe.
- Yeah, how'd you know?
- When she's awake, you
are all she talks about.
- I thought she was dead.
Your friend Jesse
said she was here.
She gonna be okay?
- Sure, last night
was touch and go.
Today she'll be fine.
(sighing)
- Doc is it okay if I
see her for a while?
- Please.
- Thanks doc.
(footsteps tapping)
(energetic rock music)
She's the only girl who can
make him behave that way
He's the kind of a man, she
runs out of things to say
They look fine, fine, fine
When he wants (mumbles)
They were born to be
great, they do what
- Hey man, good to see ya!
- How you doing Jesse?
What's with her?
- Hey man she's been good
for one cry a day
since you left.
Woman in love act
like that you know.
(energetic rock music)
(woman singing)
I was born to be great
I was born to be great
Those pretty people
- How long will you be
in town?
- How long do you want me?
- (sighs) Forever.
- You got it.
Get your clothes,
you're through dancing.
- Oh Bill, I love you!
(lips smacking)
(sighing)
(equipment beeping)
- (sighs) Hi.
- Hi.
- Joe I'm sorry about--
- Sh sh sh sh sh,
everything's gonna be
all right from now on.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
(sighing)
- Oh Joe.
- Uh-hmm?
- Joe?
I love avocados.
(tender music)
(chuckling)
(sighing)
(motor rumbling)
(footsteps tapping)
- [Roxey] Oh, what
are we gonna do Bill?
- [Bill] If I tell you,
promise not to laugh?
- [Roxey] Of course
I won't laugh.
- [Bill] Would you mind
living on an avocado farm?
(laughing)
- [Roxey] An avocado farm?
- [Bill] Yeah, avocados.
(laughing)
(ominous music)
(waves crashing)
- I wanna wrap this
thing up real quick.
Sam in Kansas City says
he's got a lot of jobs
waiting for this
oriental poontang.
- You sure about this guy Logan?
He don't smell
right to me, Harry.
- Uh yeah, I checked
him out real good.
He's been doing this
for three years now,
running these girls
in from Vietnam.
Hey, the price is
right (chuckles).
I want you to watch out though,
if anything goes wrong
you pass, you here.
- There he is.
(tense music)
(motor whirring)
- Hey mon there they are.
- Yeah I see 'em.
(motor whirring)
- You better go take care of it.
And stay on your toes!
- There's Jim!
(tense music)
(waves crashing)
- I don't trust this guy Logan.
(suspenseful music)
(door clattering)
(cymbals crashing)
(hollow thumping)
(motor whining)
- God Harry (sighs),
this is white slavery,
it's barbaric!
I mean, buying these
women, like cattle!
- Don't make too much
of a fuss sweetheart.
I'll bet your Logan would pay
plenty for your
sweet little ass.
It's a two-way ocean
out there you know.
(motor rumbling)
(waves crashing)
(shouting)
- Ah!
(woman screaming)
- Get out!
- Hey Mark,
over here!
(woman sobbing)
(dramatic music)
(chattering)
- Good to go,
- Oh (gasps)!
Stay together!
- Oh!
(waves crashing)
- Let's go, (mumbles)!
(men shouting)
(woman sobbing)
(mumbling)
- Oh, oh, oh, (sobs)...
(chattering)
(sobbing)
- Come on baby!
(grunting)
(men chattering)
(woman whimpering)
- Ah, ah...
(women sobbing)
(women groaning)
- [Man] Okay...
- These ain't chinks,
it's a rip-off!
(thrilling music)
(gun firing)
- [Woman] Oh!
- Gimme the shotgun!
(gun firing)
- What the fuck's
going on out there?
(gun firing)
- Oh my god!
(screaming)
(gun firing)
(shotgun clicking)
(gun firing)
(machine gun firing)
(women grunting)
(machine gun firing)
(gun firing)
- Ooh!
(machine gun firing)
(grunting)
Oof...
(thudding)
(grunts)
(gun firing)
(thudding)
(groaning)
(whimpering)
(machine gun firing)
- Oh god help me!
(shotgun clicking)
(snickering)
(shotgun firing)
(screaming)
(car horn honking)
(panting)
(tense music)
(traffic rumbling)
(heels clacking)
- (squeals) Ooh no, help!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
(gun firing)
(explosion booming)
Oh!
(thudding)
(grunting)
(car horn honking)
(panting)
(traffic rumbling)
- All right come
on, hurry it up!
Let's get the hell out of here!
- Hey boss?
- Yeah?
- Where's your girl?
- Anne!
Anne come on back!
It's all over, let's go!
(seagull screeching)
I'll be damned!
All right let's go
find her, go on!
(panting)
(tires squealing)
- She's gone, Harry.
- Yeah.
- I know.
She won't get far,
not with that monkey
she's got on her back.
- I hope you're right,
she knows enough
to send us all to
the gas chamber.
- Then you better
find her, hadn't you?
(energetic pop music)
It's too good to be true
Can I hope to believe
in dreams come true
You got to be true
I'm adrift in your love
and I'm lost in you
It's too good to be true
Can I hope to believe
in dreams come true
(tense music)
It's too good to be true
(seagulls screeching)
(ship's horn blowing)
(perky rock music)
She's the only girl who can
make him behave that way
He's the kind of a man
She runs out of
things to say
They do fine, fine, fine
When he (mumbles)
They were born to
(traffic rumbling)
(perky rock music)
- Come on Joe.
First drink ashore.
- No I gotta take a
rain check buddy,
got a little uh,
business I got to take care of.
All right, I'll
see 'ya, in a bit.
Those pretty people
(singing)
(patrons chattering)
- Are you gonna go (mumbles)
(woman laughing)
Alone?
(slapping)
- God damn, look what
the tide brought in!
Good to see you man!
(palms slapping)
- How you doing Killer?
- Just fine.
Proprietorship baby,
proprietorship!
- Hell, I thought
you were fired?
- I was!
Hustled some bread,
bought the joint,
hired myself right back!
(laughing)
Blew a few minds but
here I am, master!
Ready and willing to serve you!
But you can't come and
act like one of those
sea-going Caucasians,
or I'll have to 86 'ya.
How you been?
- Great Killer, just great.
(perky rock music)
(singing)
- Hey Joe, how you been?
- Great Hughbie I just got in!
(door thudding)
(vehicle rumbling)
(energetic rock music)
I'm adrift in your love
and I'm lost in you
(vehicle rumbling)
(faint rock music)
- Thanks ever so
much, let me give
you some money.
(paper rustling)
- Keep your money baby, I get
mine the old fashioned way!
(squealing)
- No!
Get off me, please,
(grunts), get off!
(pants) Take the, you can
take all the money to,
(squeals), get off!
(screaming)
Get off me, please!
(mumbling)
Get off (screams)!
Oh, no (whimpers)!
Ah, get off!
Help, no please no!
- Hey, hey, I think
(sobbing)
The lady said no.
- Take a hike buddy
this is a family affair!
- You all right?
- No, my car broke down,
he, he gave me a ride!
- The lady said
thanks for the ride!
(door clattering)
(patting)
- Okay, okay.
(starter whirring)
(engine revving)
- You all right?
- Yeah, thank you, um...
- Joe, Joe Hardwell.
- Anne Teasdale.
(birds chirping)
(tender music)
Can I buy you a drink?
- Yeah, it'd be nice,
but it's my treat.
- Should we go?
(thumping rock music)
- Can I use your phone?
- Yeah.
(phone thumping)
(bell ringing)
- Hey, Arlene.
There are some memories.
(patron laughing)
(somber music)
(birds chirping)
- Do you like avocados?
- What?
- Just a thought.
(Anne sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
(peppy rock music)
- Uh, come on.
You gotta be kidding!
It's only been six months!
What?
Yeah well the same to you!
(clattering)
(bell ringing)
(snickering)
Don't say it I know
exactly what you're thinking!
- Hey man, I don't
do no thinking.
I'm here to grin,
make smalltalk,
and keep my customers happy.
(fingers snapping)
- Good idea!
- What you want?
- Keeping your customers
happy, let me have
your black book!
- (chuckles) Hey man
that's real funny.
- What did I say?
- You been gone too long
this trip Billy boy.
- Give her a call,
she's friendly.
Tell her I told you to call.
- What the hell can I lose?
Starting on the
Z's and uh, Zelda.
(keys thumping)
(faint ringing)
(telephone ringing)
(clattering)
- Hello?
- Yes uh,
you're not gonna believe
this but a very pretty lady
just gave me your phone number.
- Oh yes, I know her, Roxey,
she's a very friendly person.
- Well you sound very friendly.
- Well now let me guess,
you're probably a,
a merchant seaman back
from, some exotic port?
You want to buy a nice girl
some drinks, and a dinner and,
zap, right into the sack, right?
- You wouldn't believe this!
Gee uh, I hadn't
thought of that.
Sounds like a great idea.
(laughing)
- And you're probably
oh, maybe six-two,
blonde, and you got a big yen,
and I'm not talking
about Chinese money.
- This is fantastic!
You sound terrific!
How can we get together?
- (sighs) I'll find you.
I'll tap three times
on your shoulder.
- Okay, hello?
Hello?
- Well?
(telephone clattering)
- Said she'd tap three times
on my shoulder.
- (laughs) Last time I got
tapped three times
on the shoulder,
it was a tall, lean
mean looking Texan,
with a police badge!
(lips smacking)
- Yeah?
(birds chirping)
So this is where you live huh?
(earrings clattering)
- Well actually I'm staying
with a friend right now.
(romantic music)
- When can I (mumbles)?
- Why don't you come
upstairs, right now?
(relaxed rock music)
- Uh-hmm?
You're kidding!
- (chuckles) I'll be
off in a little while.
- I'll be here.
Merry Christmas Jesse,
there is a Santa Clause.
- I'll be damned.
- Be damned, what's this
be damned stuff!
- Roxey!
Man she don't just
pick up guys in bars!
You must got something (mumbles)
Shit in your pants, baby!
(chuckling)
I'll be
(relaxing music)
- How many eggs can you eat?
- I can eat 40 eggs, in an hour.
(chuckles)
A half a dozen will be fine.
- Good.
Tell me something.
How come you sailors always
act like you're half starved?
- After six months
at sea each year,
we are half starved.
- I'm talking about food!
- Hey that's what
I'm talking about!
- Sure!
- You're okay Roxey.
- Thanks.
- Could I uh, make the
toast or something?
- [Roxey] Sure.
- Gas oven?
- (chuckles) Oh why don't
you just use my toaster?
- We didn't have a toaster.
- Oh...
(lips smacking)
(chuckling)
Don't tell me you
don't like bread?
- I'm sorry.
- Maybe you best sit,
at this rate we're
gonna end up with
nothing but burnt bacon.
(birds chirping)
(suspenseful music)
- Come here.
(romantic music)
I don't care, about
your past, okay?
We start right from here.
This is where we start.
Yesterday is just
yesterday, okay?
- Okay.
- So I don't want to
hear any more about it.
- (sighs) Okay.
(sighing)
(relaxing music)
- Will you be in port long?
- Uh, I don't know.
I'll find out Wednesday, maybe.
- [Roxey] I wish you would
have told me, before we...
God I feel like a fool, I
thought this meant more.
I feel like a cheap
piece of meat.
- Guess this ship just
pulled into the wrong port.
- I wish you wouldn't
say it that way.
- Yeah.
Well I have a way
of oh saying the
wrong thing at the wrong time.
Thanks for the chow.
- Bill!
I'm not really much for
picking up guys, but--
- Hey, you have
nothing to explain.
- Well it's just
that I like you.
- Oh I like you too Roxey.
- I mean it Bill.
When a girl feels like
this she doesn't want
to sleep with a guy
like some pickup!
- I'll see you down at Jesse's.
- Sure.
(crickets chirping)
(door clattering)
(tense music)
(waves crashing)
- Joe?
Joe?
- Hmm?
Hey.
- Thank you, for saving me.
- Hey, you ever been
to an avocado ranch?
- No.
- No?
You never been to one?
- Never been to one.
- Well, I worked off
a few meals for this
guy a few years ago,
and, he had this ranch, right?
But I didn't have the
money then to buy it,
or anyone to buy it
for or share it with.
(sighs)
I'm trying to say is,
that I'd like to
share it with you.
- (gasps) Joel
(relaxing music)
Are you sure about this?
- 'Course I'm sure, now
we're partners, right?
- Partners (chuckles)?
Joe, I wish you'd
let me go to the
ship with you to see you off.
-I can't.
Come here.
(Anne gasping)
- [Anne] Oh...
(Anne moaning)
(Anne sighing)
(ship's horn blowing)
(smacking)
- You're wrong!
I was talking to my sister!
- That's a lot of crap!
You were talking
to Anne Teasdale!
Hank here heard you
on the telephone!
- (mumbles) he did!
- Now where is she?
Where is she?
Oh, bullshit!
(smacking)
Take her out, get rid
of her permanently!
- No Mr. Kane no, no!
I was duh, she was at a market!
- What market?
- Ow...
She's at the Coast
Highway, and F-Frier.
- There now, doesn't
that feel better?
All right Hank,
you go find Slim,
you go to that market,
you pick up that bitch
and you take her to my
boat, you understand?
Both of 'ya!
Now get out of here!
- Okay Boss!
- You want I should
go too Harry?
- No you stay here and,
and I'm gonna teach this
little bitch a lesson!
- Oh!
No Mr. Kane, no Mr. Kane please!
- [Harry] I'm gonna
teach you a lesson!
- No, no Mr. Kane, please
no Mr. Kane (whimpers)!
(smacking)
(squealing)
No, no (screams)!
(dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
(tense music)
(footsteps tapping)
(metallic thudding)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(dramatic music)
(screaming)
(tires screeching)
(grunting)
- Leave me alone
you fucking (mumbles)!
Now let me get my--
(smacking)
- Shut the, fuck up!
- Leave me alone you
fucking bastard!
(smacking)
- Shut the fuck up!
(whimpering)
Shut up!
(tense music)
(chuckling)
Little Anne with
her Houdini act.
(chuckling)
(fingers snapping)
(tense music)
(door clicking)
(metallic thudding)
(ominous music)
(vehicle rumbling)
(ship's horn blowing)
(tense music)
(vehicle rumbling)
(footsteps thumping)
(wooden creaking)
- Well now, look who's here.
(footsteps clattering)
Aristotle, good reading.
The man had a fine mind.
Go up and keep Freddy
company will ya Hank?
- I know you're
gonna find this hard
to believe Harry but,
Miss Teasdale wasn't
exactly crazy about coming
over here to see ya.
- Really?
Now Anne, don't you want to
see your old friends anymore?
- Things have happened Harry.
- What kind of things?
- My life's changed, I'm clean!
And I'm gonna be married.
- Married?
Well now that is news isn't it?
Uh is he a nice guy?
- (sighs) Yes.
- Of course, he would be.
He's marrying a nice girl.
He must understand, that uh,
when the hard stuff was
difficult to get I carried you.
- (sighs) Well things
are different now.
I'm sorry Harry.
- Sorry (chuckles).
Well sorry just doesn't
quite make it with me Anne.
Slim?
(gasping)
- No, uh, no, Harry no!
- I'm gonna bring you
back into the fold Anne.
Where your real friends are.
(ominous music)
- God Harry please!
God Harry you can't
do this to me!
(gasps) You can't do this
to me, please dear god no!
No Harry no!
(gasps) No, oh god, (sighs)!
(sighing)
(patting)
- There now.
Doesn't that feel better?
(chuckles) He's a friendly
little monkey isn't he?
Now here's what
I want you to do,
I want you to write a nice
letter to your boyfriend,
and tell him you're leaving him.
The meantime the boys
will pick up your thing
and get you all moved.
- No...
- You do understand
that don't you?
(threatening music)
You do understand that
don't you Anne?
Yeah, of course you do.
Harry always takes
care of his girls.
- Oh god Joe, oh my
Joe, oh I'm sorry Joe...
- Welcome home.
(sighing)
(echoing)
- Oh god...
(helicopter whirring)
- Hi cutey.
Who are you?
- Are you Anne?
(sorrowful music)
- That's me honey.
What can I do for you?
- I called and made a
date, the guy downstairs
told me to come right up.
- Oh, we have a date.
Trick together honey.
That's nice.
(sighing)
Oh, you feel nice Joe,
oh god you feel nice!
Where have you been, Anne's
been lonely without you!
(sighs)
Oh love me Joe, love me!
Put your hands on me, hold me!
Oh everything's
fine Joe, just fine.
Oh you just want to love
me, that's all you want.
(laughing)
Oh we have a date together.
(giggling)
Oh, oh of course Joe.
Oh, I want to please you,
I want to make you happy.
Oh, you know you need me!
(moaning)
(lips smacking)
Oh Joe, here we are together
aren't we, (chuckles)!
(panting)
Oh, oh, oh yeah...
(vehicles rumbling)
- You're quiet.
- I was just thinking
a little bit Bill.
- You're serious about
punching your ticket?
- Yep, I sure am.
- Uh, I thought that
was just ship talk.
- Nope.
Last trip, my time
comes, I'm punching out,
and that's all she wrote.
(ship's horn blowing)
- Yeah, you've had
the home cooking,
home screwing look in your
eyes for the last eight months.
- Hey I got to tell ya
man she's a great girl.
You'll really like
her, I know you will.
- Uh I hope so for your sake,
to me a broad's a broad.
You got the place yet?
- No not yet I sign
the papers tomorrow,
I'm keeping my fingers
crossed though.
- Good luck buddy.
To me, it's port to
port for this sailor.
(chuckling)
- See ya.
- Good luck.
(footsteps tapping)
(door rumbling)
(faint pop music)
(footsteps tapping)
- Bitch!
Things that you do to me
(knocking)
I'll be
- Come in!
Your sweet desire
(rattling)
Who the hell are you?
- I'm looking for Anne Teasdale,
she used to live here.
- No bells, babes.
- You mean no bells?
She used to live here
about six months ago.
- (sighs) Six months,
you gotta be kidding,
that's a lifetime in this place.
Nobody stays that long.
- Come on you're
kidding me right?
It's a joke.
- Look, I never heard of
her and uh, I'm
not a comedienne,
although uh, I am
available for bookings
if you'd like to talk
to my agent downstairs.
- Yeah, well, thanks
but no thanks.
- Look buddy I been
here four months,
I never heard of the girl, okay?
So like if you're not
buying, take a flyer, huh?
Time is money.
- She used to live here.
- I guess you didn't hear me.
You know you're cute
but you're real slow.
- You sure you didn't know her?
- Look, I never heard the
name, and I'm real busy
so I suggest you take a hike!
- Yeah, thanks.
(door clattering)
(faint pop music)
(sighing)
(knocking)
- [Woman] I'm busy,
come back later!
And bring me some more towels!
(knocking)
- [Man] We don't want any!
- Get lost!
(laughing)
- Hey didn't Joe, go with
you on the last trip?
- (sighs) Yeah, he's
getting married.
What a world huh?
One of these days
You're gonna feel my love
- Hey, you!
(footsteps tapping)
- My name is Harold,
what can I do for you?
- I'm looking for Anne Teasdale.
- I don't know the name.
- She used to live here.
Did she leave a forwarding
address or something?
- I'm new here, I
wouldn't know that.
- Well you got a book,
you got a register?
- (giggles) You'd
think they would but
the new owners are really
sloppy about that kind of thing.
- Look it's real
important to me,
would you please
give me a break?
- (tongue clucking) Well...
(paper rustling)
What year?
- About six months ago.
- Spelled how?
- Come on.
- I'm not the one asking
the favor here, you are!
(paper rustling)
- T, where's the T?
What's that say?
Come here.
- It simply means she was
registered here, that's all.
(door thumping)
(footsteps tapping)
(traffic rumbling)
(footsteps tapping)
Hello Mr. Kane?
It's Harold.
(mumbling)
- Yes of course,
is he there now?
(mumbling)
Well who is he?
(mumbling)
On, all right,
of course I'll
remember that it was
you who called.
No, I certainly
will remember that.
Yes thank you very much.
(telephone clattering)
- (mumbles) little
faggot down at the hotel?
He said some sailor's
been asking question
about Anne Teasdale.
- You think it's her boyfriend?
- Could be.
Check it out and
take care of it.
Take the psycho with you.
- [Man] The word on
the street and you're
holding out money on me!
- No, I have the money!
- Maybe Meachy, you want
- I'll get, I'll get...
- Meachy to fix that
- No, No, I'll get
- pretty face of yours honey?
- The money for you I swear
- You want to make it
- I'll get the money!
- look real nice,
what the hell, huh?
- I swear I'll get the
money Tony!
- When you gonna get it
to me?
- I swear I will, I'll
get it for you, I promise!
- Well maybe we're just
gonna fix you right now huh?
Come on where's that money!
(slapping)
(screaming)
Huh?
- Hey hey hey!
(screaming)
- But out sucker,
this don't concern you!
(dramatic music)
- You're about to be cut,
motherfucker!
(scuffling)
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
- Ah!
(mumbling)
(fists thudding)
(groaning)
(squealing)
- Leave it alone
mister this ain't your biz!
(mumbling)
- Yeah...
- Tony...
- I guess it ain't.
(patrons chattering)
- Ah...
- [Jesse] Hi Joe.
- What's the matter with you?
- (sighs) She's gone man.
(clicking)
(chuckles)
- What do you mean gone?
- What'd I say?
You read my lips, she's gone.
- Hey man, I'm on your side.
- I know I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(lighter clicking)
(sighs) I went by
the hotel today.
It's all changed.
Hookers and pimps.
- It's probably why she moved.
- Yeah.
(sighs) But she's been
gone for six months.
- Where would she go
without telling you?
(tense music)
(romantic music)
Hey, I asked you a question.
- I don't know man.
- You think maybe her father?
- No, she wouldn't go back.
- Okay man don't get pissed off.
Have you checked
your bank account?
- Yeah, (sighs), I'm
tapped, I'm broke.
Just, gone.
- All that dough down the tube.
- (sighs) Oh man,
something's wrong, Bill.
- You're damn right!
Your dough's gone
and so is your lady!
- I don't mean that way.
- Pipe dreaming
sailor comes home
to an avocado farm, yeah you
bought the farm all right!
- Are you through?
- Yeah, I really
am trying to help.
(ominous music)
- Daddy, daddy!
(sighs) Where are
you going, grandma?
What are you doing here?
(sobs) Good old Harry,
he's right in there!
(sighs) Hey Daddy,
look what your
daughter's doing now huh?
(eerie music)
(forlorn music)
Everything you thought I did.
Please no (pants)!
Daddy no, (sobs)!
No (sobs)!
No, (pants), oh dear
old Daddy help...
(screaming)
(crackling)
(screaming)
(glass shattering)
(wind howling)
No (sobs)!
Daddy (weeps)...
(crickets chirping)
(door clattering)
- Sir, sir you
can't go up there!
(scoffing)
(keypad clicking)
Mr. Kane?
He's ba-ack!
(knocking)
- Come in.
(hinges creaking)
(door thumping)
Cutey, what do you want?
- I'm interested.
- Thought I told you
you had to call first?
- So I goofed.
- That's okay, come on in,
party starts right here.
- How much?
- 50 bucks.
100 bucks?
- All right let's
forget the fun,
I need some information.
- Oh, so I guess we're back
to what's her name, huh?
- Yeah.
Look, (sighs) I'm
very much in love with
this woman, and I
have to find her.
Will you help me, please?
(telephone ringing)
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah I've got that.
- Hey.
- Yeah, yeah I got it
(mumbling)
I understand, I'm not stupid!
(mumbling)
(telephone clattering)
(sighing)
- Well?
- Look I'm sorry
man the deal's off.
- So what do you
need, more bread?
- No it's not the money,
look I told you before,
there's a way we
do things in this business,
you, you should
have called first.
- You knew her didn't you?
- You know take your money,
I don't want your money.
(papery rustling)
- Tell me, tell me!
You son of a bitch tell me!
- Miss son of a bitch to you!
Okay look you made your point
okay you're real strong!
(panting)
Look you got me in a
real situation here.
I'd like to help ya but,
you know it's like buying a
one-way ticket to the morgue.
- I need your help, please.
(sighing)
- (mumbles), now's not the time.
Where you gonna be later,
I'll call you later.
- I'll be at a place on
Avalon called the Trade-Winds.
You call me there.
- Yeah I know that place.
- Thanks.
(door clattering)
(crickets chirping)
(door thudding)
(footsteps tapping)
(scuffling)
- Whoo, sailor!
You got your papers?
- Who are you?
- I asked you if
you had your papers.
- Hey what's the matter, you
hard of hearing (snickers)?
- No I hear fine my man.
(foreboding music)
Who are you guys?
- We're the fucking
shore patrol.
- We're the shore
patrol (sighs)!
And we want you to
find another port!
(snickering)
- Oh yeah?
(hits thudding)
(scuffling)
(grunting)
(hits thudding)
(metallic clattering)
- Get him Slim!
(hits thudding)
Get him, (mumbles)...
(metallic clattering)
(clanking)
(dramatic music)
- Do yourself a favor Popeye.
Find yourself a safer port.
- (snickers) No more questions!
(snickering)
- Oh...
(tense music)
(metallic clattering)
Oh...
(crickets chirping)
(tense music)
Anne!
Anne!
Anne!
Anne!
(patrons chattering)
(sultry rock music)
- Hey Bill!
(chair clattering)
- Jesus,
what the hell happened to you?
- Huh, I don't know.
Someone around here
doesn't want me
asking questions (mumbles).
- Like who?
- These two goons.
They didn't leave their
phone number though.
- Yes they did.
They dialed it all
over your face!
You want some iodine and stuff?
- No forget it Jesse.
- Get it Jesse,
what do you think you are,
a Christian Scientist?
- That's very good Bill.
- I should keep my
mouth shut, but uh,
maybe a shady past has
caught up with her.
Why you?
- Who knows.
I was talking to this
Jenny, this hooker girl,
I think she's knows something.
Matter of fact I know
she knows something!
- [Jesse] Sounds like
you got some bad friends.
- Yeah that's what
I'm afraid of, Jesse.
But why's the hard part.
Well, I'll be getting
a call from this
Jenny broad pretty
soon, we'll find out
quick enough, believe me.
(wrapper rustling)
Uh, there you go, Billy boy.
Yeah,
(patting)
how do I look, good?
(vehicle rumbling)
- Did you give sailor
boy my message?
- I delivered it
personally Mr. Kane.
He shouldn't be a problem.
- That's good, you know
I don't like problems.
- Yes sir.
(faint panting)
(door clattering)
Harry's here.
Christ you're a mess.
(Anne panting)
- [Anne] Oh Harry,
I knew you'd come!
I'm sorry I'm not dressed
a little neater, I,
I'm trying, (pants)...
- I never did like ya
dressed anyway, baby.
- (sighs) Harry, I
need a little help!
(panting)
- (chuckling) What you need
is major surgery, sweetheart!
- No a fix Harry please,
just a little one (wheezes)!
- What I need is a
title more cash on hand.
You've done very badly lately.
For the past two months,
(mumbles) have been bad, very bad!
- (pants) Oh, just a pop
Harry please a touch!
Uh, I-I'll try and do
better I promise | --
- I can't run my
business on promises!
(Anne panting)
Look at you,
look at your face!
A wino would pass you over
for a drink of muscatel!
- (sighs) Oh Harry, I'll
be a good girl, I promise!
- I asked you to
write a letter and
kiss off your
boyfriend, didn't I?
You didn't do what Harry
asked you to do, did you?
- I tried to write him.
- Harry doesn't like
it when his girls
don't do what he
asked them to do.
You want to please
Harry, don't you?
-Oh yes Harry, I do I, I,
I promise I'll write just,
just help me now,
please Harry (pants)!
- Well, maybe,
(ominous music)
just maybe,
if you help Harry.
- Oh yes, yes!
- Remember?
That crazy wild
way you used to do?
- Oh yeah!
- I want to see if
you have any style left.
- Oh anything Harry, anything!
- You want to please
Harry, don't ya?
- Oh yes Harry!
- Go ahead please Harry.
(Anne panting)
(mysterious music)
(leathery snapping)
(telephone ringing)
(telephone clattering)
- Trade-Winds!
Jesse.
Who?
Yeah hold on.
- For me?
Great.
Yeah?
(mumbles)
Uh-huh, look I understand
your situation but listen,
I'm willing to pay you
anything you want, all right?
Anything!
(mumbling)
Al right.
Listen,
(mumbling)
just help me please.
All right, where?
(mumbling)
On the corner, uh-huh.
All right, Jenny, thanks a lot.
(mumbling)
Okay.
(telephone clattering)
(lively rock music)
(door clattering)
(limousine rumbling)
- I'm a little fed up
with the two of you guys.
- What's the problem Mr. Kane?
- Too much bullshit
and not enough action.
- We're leaning
pretty good Mr. Kane,
you can only push so far.
- Excuses aren't in my book.
- We'll try harder
next time Mr. King!
- No you won't try
harder, you'll do better!
We all have our
expenses, don't we?
- You've made your
point Mr. Kane.
- Are you two guys
up on your rounds?
- We're up on our rounds.
- And another thing,
I don't want to hear
anymore flack about that
sailor boy, and Jenny.
Otherwise I'll
cancel her ticket.
And I want you to do it, Slim.
- You don't have to worry
about Jenny Mr. Kane.
Hey, I know that
you knew about us,
it's not a problem Mr.
Kane, I can control her.
- Let's hope so
Slim, let's hope so.
(peppy music)
(limousine rumbling)
(ship's horn blowing)
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps tapping)
(door thumping)
(tapping)
- Move it Gladys!
- Actually business
has been very slow.
Well it's the holidays,
people just aren't spending.
- What are you a
fucking economist?
- Well I do consider
myself rather observant.
You've read my
reports haven't you?
- Yeah, you got very
pretty hand writing.
All you faggots do.
- That's rude!
I think you're just dreadful!
- What gives you the idea that
I give a shit what you think?
Let me tell you something Mary,
the only reason you
got this job is because
you keep your hands
off the girls,
and you keep your
eyes and ears open.
Is Miss Barstow in her room?
- Your girlfriend left about--
(clattering)
- Her name, is Miss Barstow.
Miss Barstow.
(sniffing)
What the hell are you wearing?
- O-Opium.
- It stinks.
Why didn't you log
her leaving the hotel?
Or the phone call?
- 'Cause she didn't
get a phone call.
- Did she say where
she was going?
- No, no she was
dressed for business.
(slapping)
Oh M-M-Mr. Baker?
What do you want me to do
with Miss Teasdale' ledger?
- Get rid of it.
(crickets chirping)
(car rumbling)
(door clattering)
(metallic thumping)
- All right so what do you got?
- Oh god I gotta be nuts,
I don't know what I'm
doing this for man.
- So what do you
want, more money?
- (sighs) This
isn't about money,
it's about me breaking the rules
and risking my butt!
(sighs) Okay here's
the drill man.
The guy your looking
for is named Kane.
- Kane, where is he?
- That part I can't
help you with.
- Oh you can't help me with?
What the hell'd you
bring me out here for?
- Hey don't cop an
attitude with me man.
Don't think I don't know
what you think about me.
Hooker.
Well let me tell you something,
I make a lot of money,
it's fast, easy money and I
do it because I want to do it!
Tell ya something else,
I support an old lady
who's so whacked out she
doesn't even know my name
half the time, so we all
go our reasons, okay cutey?
I'm helping you for one reason.
Well, two, one I'm a sucker
for a cutey like you and,
(sighs) two is because I
think that what's-her-name,
Anne, got a bad break.
She's a, she was
a good kid, man.
She caught a bad break.
I'll tell you
something else too.
Forget about her, they got her
strung out man, she's hooked.
(crickets chirping)
(footsteps tapping)
(door clattering)
(metallic thumping)
(engine revving)
(paper rustling)
(keys jingling)
- [Jenny] Hey Slim.
- Where you been babe?
(door clattering)
- I took a drive.
Things been a little slow.
- Yeah where'd you go?
- I needed something
sweet, chocolate.
- Look like you're
dressed for work.
- I wanted to look
good for you baby.
You're a little
early aren't you?
- [Slim] Easy rounds.
(zipper unzipping)
- I guess you got a
couple minutes then, huh?
(slapping)
(gasping)
- I stick my neck out for
you and you bullshit me?
- I don't know what
you're talking about!
- You're fucking lying to me!
- (sniffs) I'm not lying!
- Where'd you go?
- I told you, I took a
drive, I bought a candy bar!
(sobbing)
Why do you always
have to hit me?
- Don't you fucking lie to me!
- I'm not!
(sniffing)
- Come here.
(mysterious music)
- No.
- Come here.
(Jenny whining)
Come here...
- What?
- Come on, come on, come on.
Come here.
- I don't wanna come here.
(sighing)
(lips smacking)
You're mean.
(heavy breathing)
(moaning)
(lips smacking)
- I love you baby.
But don't you ever cross me.
Never.
- What are you doing?
Aren't you staying?
(door clattering)
(rustling)
Son of a bitch!
(crickets chirping)
- Joe what you did
to me, Joe, (sighs).
(tense music)
(sighs) Joe it's my father I,
(sighs) I was so young,
18, 19 I can't remember.
He was drunk, he was mad at me,
I hadn't done anything
but he was mad!
He said that, I'd been
playing around with men.
I hadn't Joe I
swear I hadn't but,
he didn't believe me (sighs).
(crickets chirping)
(gate clattering)
(doorbell buzzing)
(door clattering)
- Yes?
- I am Joe Hardwell.
- You're not from the
Dockworkers Union, are 'ya?
- No sir, Mr. Teasdale?
- Yes?
- I'd like to ask you
a few questions about Anne.
- Come on in.
(door thudding)
I haven't seen Anne in years.
- We were about to
be married, and uh,
anything you could
tell me would help.
- You probably know
more than I could tell.
(sighing)
- I thought if anyone
she'd come back to see you.
- No chance.
- Why's that?
- Well I didn't really
know my little girl.
Her mother sent her
over to live with me
when she was 13, from England.
(sighs) It was hard for
me to raise a girl child.
All those boys
and, she was wild.
[-I didn't understand.
I was strict with her, perhaps,
too much, I don't know.
- (sighs) You uh, that
doesn't seem like that
would keep a daughter
away from her father.
- No.
She came home one night
uh, she was 18, 19.
(sighs) I was tired I'd, put
in 16 hours on the docks.
Anne was drunk, she started
to undress in front of me.
She was wild.
She threw her dress at me,
Well I didn't know what to do I,
was full of anger,
and frustration, I,
I struck her, hard.
She passed out I,
put her to bed and,
anyway the next
day she was gone.
That's the last time I saw Anne.
- I don't know what to say.
(poignant music)
(knocking)
- Hi honey what's up?
- Look I hate to bother you
I'm looking for Anne Teasdale.
She used to live on this floor.
- No Anne here, you interested
in Julie, that's me.
- No.
- Why don't you came back later,
and play with my pussycat?
(knocking)
- Hate to bah--
- What is it mac?
- Hate to bother you pal,
my girlfriend Anne Teasdale
used to live in room 16
I'm looking for her.
- I don't know her man,
I don't know anything about her.
- Come on, she used to live
right next door to you!
- I don't know her!
(door slamming)
(country music)
- Bill.
Why doesn't Joe just
go to the police?
- Anne might get in trouble.
- Well better that than the
trouble she might be in now.
- I ran it by him, no sale.
(footsteps tapping)
Hey, where the
hell are you going?
- Listen I won't bother you guys
you look like you're
real comfortable.
- Hey man, this is me!
- I need you man,
I need your help.
- [Bill] Let's go.
- Bad trouble baby, I
can feel it in my bones.
- That's superstition.
- Hope it's not art her-it is.
(sighing)
- What did you say sir?
- There's a guy hurt
out here, he says he's a tenant.
- Oh my god where, show me!
(hinges squeaking)
(door thudding)
(ship's horn blowing)
Oh, oh my god,
are you hurt sir, can--
Did he talk to you?
- [Joe] Uh...
- It's you!
Hey he's not a tenant!
(ship's horn blowing)
- What do you want
from this maggot?
- Personally I'd
like to kick his ass.
But first I need
some information.
- Why don't you let me
carve it out of him?
- What do you want to know?
- I wanna know about Harry Kane,
two thugs that hang around him.
Where do I find 'em?
- (sobs) God oh my god help me!
- You'd be better off
calling your fairy queen.
Let me cut him.
- Names, give me names.
(crickets chirping)
(whimpering)
- Jeez, Mr., Baker,
and Mr. Bender.
- Where do we find Mr.
Baker and Mr. Bender?
- Oh-Oh God they're
gonna kill me for this!
(whimpering)
They just come around
anytime and check on things!
- Telephone number, hangout?
- Well, well sometimes
they hang out,
at that, uh-uh c-cafe
on-on Neptune street.
(ominous music)
- Neptune Avenue and the cafe,
the little faggot didn't lie.
- Yeah, well, there
are our friends.
Look Bill, this is my fight,
you don't have to be--
- Hey,
can't be any worse than the
Aussies were in Singapore.
- (snickers) Hey Slim!
Look who's here (laughs)?
- Well, shall we?
- Let's dance.
- Boy Popeye you
are a dumb fuck.
- You got something I want.
- Come on beat it punks.
- Who asked you fats?
- We gonna talk all day?
- Nah...
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
(dramatic music)
(thudding)
(grunting)
- Let's get the
hell out of here!
(grunting)
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
- Al
(grunting)
(foot thudding)
(screaming)
Oh!
Junk clattering)
(screaming)
Oh, no...
- Come on, dammit,
(thug screaming)
Come on!
(hits thudding)
(engine revving)
(screaming)
(car horn honking)
(tires screeching)
(thudding)
- Oh oh...
Oh (sobs), help me, help!
Help!
Hey help me,
stop the truck, please!
(engine revving)
Stop the truck!
(thudding)
Oh...
(screaming)
(clattering)
No, hey!
(cans clattering)
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
(groaning)
Oh, oh ooh, oh...
(groaning)
(scuffling)
Oh...
(hits thudding)
(coughing)
(hits thudding)
(grunting)
(scuffling)
(thudding)
- Forget him,
he's done let's go!
(engine revving)
(metallic thudding)
(tires screeching)
(thudding)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
- So tell me more about
this party tomorrow.
- (snickers) Well, once a
month, the boss let's us have
free run of this joint.
- Oh shit man,
that sounds wild.
You think I can get invited?
- Yeah yeah sure,
we'll ask Harry.
Hey hey hiya boss (chuckles)!
- Where the hell is Slim?
- Oh (throat clearing)
you know that (snickers),
that Jenny broad (snickers).
- Are you the guy Sam sent over?
- That's me Mr. Kane.
- All right, here's a
picture of the girl.
She'll be working the park area,
around Fifth and Alameda.
And I want you to make
it look like an accident.
- You got it chief.
Say uh, that little shindig
you're having tomorrow?
- Yeah?
- Can I come?
- Sure.
You do this job right for me,
you can have free ass
the rest of your life.
All right Hank let's go.
(ominous music)
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(traffic rumbling)
(motor rumbling)
(footsteps tapping)
(metallic clattering)
(crickets chirping)
(tense music)
(traffic rumbling)
- Hi fellas, can a girl
turn a trick for you, huh?
- Get lost, will ya?
- Oh come on honey,
do two for the
price of one, yeah?
Nothing wrong with
that is there?
- Take off, huh?
- Huh?
Please honey, come on.
- Leave, chi--
- Joe, oh my God!
(footsteps tapping)
(truck rumbling)
- Anne!
(gears crunching)
(horn honking)
(tires squealing)
(screaming)
(thumping)
Anne!
(dramatic music)
(panting)
Jesus (mumbles),
can you hear me?
- Un, my sweet,
sweet, sweet sweet...
(gasping)
(crickets chirping)
(ominous music)
- What can I do to help?
(sighing)
- Go home Bill, go home (sighs).
Eye for an eye (sighs).
It's my fight now.
- [Jesse] Get yourself a drink,
I gotta check the
safe in the back.
(clicking)
(gun clicking)
(hard breathing)
- I'm coming for you, Harry.
You got it.
(groaning)
(door clattering)
- It's you again!
Uh, (tongue clucking)...
Mm...
(telephone clattering)
(dial tone buzzing)
(keypad beeping)
(knocking)
(wooden crashing)
- Get up!
(gasping)
- Oh, you gotta be kidding!
- I said get up!
- (sighs) You're crazy!
(gun clicking)
- That's right,
(tense music)
just crazy enough, come on!
(footsteps tapping)
(metallic thudding)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
Come here, come on.
All right gimme
the keys, come on!
- I'm look in"!
- Come on!
All right get in the car!
(mumbling)
(doors clattering)
(metallic thudding)
(engine revving)
- [Jenny] Hey look, for what
it's worth, I feel really bad
about your old lady.
(tires screeching)
- Yeah, don't
moralize, all right?
- Yeah, moralize.
Look I'm just trying
to stay alive here!
- Yeah, right!
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(tense music)
(car horn honking)
(metallic thudding)
(thumping)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(tense music)
- (chuckles) Jesus Christ
what a way to make a living!
- You just get me to Harry
Kane and baby you can retire.
- Yeah well I hope
we do get there.
- Yeah don't worry but
you can count on it.
(engine revving)
(tense music)
(tires screeching)
- Well don't look now
but we got company.
- What?
- Lover boy's on our tail.
- Ah, shit!
All right, hang on honey.
(energetic music)
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
(car rumbling)
(tires screeching)
(thumping)
(car rumbling)
- Come on, kick this
thing in the ass!
- Hee hee, what happened to
your girl Slim (chuckles)?
- [Slim] Shut the
fuck up you sick fuck.
(Hank snickering)
I'm gonna kill that bitch.
(cars rumbling)
(tires screeching)
I'm gonna Kill 'em both!
(snickering)
Watch it!
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(energetic music)
(metallic crashing)
(tires scraping)
- [Joe] Go, get out of here!
(metallic thudding)
(tires scraping)
(metallic thudding)
- You go get the bitch!
- What do I do with her Slim?
- Anything you want!
(snickering)
(metallic thudding)
(tense music)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whining)
(guns firing)
(ricochets whining)
(panting)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whining)
(gun firing)
(Hank snickering)
(guns firing)
(gun firing)
(guns firing)
- Uh (pants)...
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whining)
(truck rumbling)
(ricochet whining)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whining)
(gun firing)
(footsteps tapping)
(gun firing)
(whimpering)
(dramatic music)
- This is crazy man!
(tense music)
This situation's just
gotten out of hand!
I don't want to kill you man,
eh, not over some junky whore!
Let's end it!
(guns firing)
(grunting)
(screaming)
(thudding)
Oh, fuck me...
(tense music)
(Hank snickering)
(Jenny panting)
(thudding)
- No!
Oh, oh (whimpers)!
(Hank snickering)
(screaming)
(sobbing)
(snickering)
Oh, no!
On!
(grunting)
Oh, no, oh!
Oh, (screaming)!
- Jenny!
Jenny!
(tense music)
- Heh, (pants)...
(grunting)
(gun firing)
(gun firing)
(ricochet whistling)
(footsteps scuffling)
(snickering)
(guns firing)
(grunting)
Ah!
(groaning)
Oh...
(metallic clattering)
(sighing)
- Jenny!
Jesus!
(sighs) I'm sorry, I
didn't mean this to happen!
(panting)
- Get Kane, get Harry Kane!
- Okay, I'll get him, I'll
find the son of a bitch!
(ship's horn blowing)
- He's at Fleet Brothers Mall,
GNS Apartments, he
owns the whole place.
- You wait right
here, I'll be back.
- (sighs) You're cute,
but you're a little slow.
(sighing)
- I'm sorry.
(trash clattering)
(relaxed music)
(woman laughing)
(man laughing)
- Oh my god!
(screaming)
- Hey baby
(chuckling)
(mumbling)
- I could swear
that was a dream,
in the morning I'll
wake up (mumbles)!
(snickering)
(laughing)
(woman moaning)
It was, the funniest
thing you ever saw.
(woman moaning)
(chattering)
(man grunting)
(woman moaning)
(slow music)
(chattering)
(sighing)
- Oh, shit...
Why don't you go get your
clothes back on babe.
We'll go to a private party,
there won't be so
much noise, come on.
(liquid sloshing)
(bottle thumping)
(chattering)
- Oh, a private party
hey Mr. Kane?
- (chuckles) Yeah.
These guys make too
much noise around here.
We're going to my
boat, you'll like it,
it's nice and quiet there.
- Oh, ah!
(thudding)
(footsteps tapping)
- Oh...
(moaning)
(slow music)
(chattering)
- [Woman] Oh god, oh god!
(moaning)
(chattering)
- Hey, (laughs)!
(tense music)
(woman squealing)
(laughing)
(chattering)
- Oh, hey baby, come on!
(laughing)
- (mumbles), catch you later!
- Whoo!
(laughing)
(squealing)
(laughing)
- Hey!
(tense music)
(footsteps tapping)
(gun firing)
- Oh...
(thudding)
(grunting)
(scuffling)
Oh...
- What was that?
(tense music)
(crashing)
- I want Kane!
- Hey fuck you!
(guns firing)
(screaming)
- Ont
(gun clicking)
(door crashing)
(gun firing)
- Oh!
(screaming)
- Oh!
(shotgun clicking)
(shotgun firing)
(shotgun clicking)
(shotgun firing)
(shotgun clicking)
(gun firing)
(grunting)
(clattering)
(glass shattering)
- Oh, oh, oh...
(tense music)
(door crashing)
(machine gun firing)
(grunting)
(gun firing)
(screaming)
(glass shattering)
(footsteps thudding)
- Please don't shoot,
don't shoot me mister!
(gun clicking)
(sobbing)
- Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh,
oh my god (sobs)!
Oh oh oh, oh oh
oh, oh, oh oh oh,
oh (mumbles), oh my god--
(clattering)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
(whimpering)
Don't, don't you
leave me (sobs)...
(whimpering)
Ah-00!
- You got 10,
(gun clicking)
seconds, to tell me,
where Harry Kane is!
Tell me!
- He might be on his boat!
[, at Fleets Mothers Marina!
I don't know, please, please...
(sniffs) Don't hurt me!
- You're not lying to me,
are you sweetheart?
- Don't hurt me please
don't hurt me (sobs)!
(whimpering)
- You make me sick!
(gun clicking)
- Yeah...
(gun clicking)
- What's with the gun
Mr. Kane?
- Oh let's just say
it's a good friend of mine.
(chuckling)
(tense music)
(footsteps thudding)
- How ya doing?
- Can I help you buddy?
- Yeah, I'm uh, looking
for the Harriguns,
they're having a
party here tonight,
they invited me down to uh,
I got the address here...
- You got the wrong party.
I said you got the wrong party?
- Oh Jesus.
(feet scuffling)
- That's pretty good.
- Hey be nice, be nice!
- Not good enough.
Turn around Bluto.
- Be nice!
- I am nice.
(hudding)
- Ooh!
(thumping)
(sighing)
(footsteps tapping)
(hinge creaking)
(thumping)
- Who the hell are you?
- (pants) Doesn't
matter you rat bastard!
- What the hell do you
want, is this a heist?
- No, (sniffs), try
the name Anne Teasdale.
- Anne?
Oh yeah, so?
- So, (sniffing),
I'm here to collect.
(gun clicking)
- Oh what the hell come on,
I got dozens of girls, younger
and prettier than Anne!
Hey, you're not serious
with that gun are 'ya?
Aw come on, take it easy.
- (sniffs) An eye
for an eye, you fuck!
- Na-now, now wait a minute!
Let's talk this thing over!
You're acting kind of crazy now.
I'll give you anything
you want, money, girls!
Uh here, take this
one if you want!
(chuckles) Hey, what do you
want me to say, I'm sorry?
- Shut up!
- All right for Christ sake's
I'm sorry, you hear me?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
- No!
Sorry doesn't cut it!
(gun firing)
- Oh (groans)!
(dramatic music)
(footsteps clattering)
(ship's horns blowing)
(hollow thudding)
(ship's horns blowing)
(keys jingling)
(footsteps tapping)
(ship's horn blowing)
- Joe!
- Come on...
- Is that you man?
- Yeah.
- What the hell you doing?
- Eh, what?
- You been sleeping
here all night?
- What time is it?
- It's 10.
- What?
- Come on man
let me get a couple
of belts in you.
- Yeah, right.
(tender music)
- Joe...
Joe...
(sighs)
- Dr. Cline to OR!
Dr. Jameson, phone
call line three!
Dr. Samuels a patient
is waiting for you
in the waiting room.
- Please report to the
Emergency Room, doctor please
(mumbles) Emergency Room.
(typewriter clacking)
(telephone ringing)
(tender music)
- [Woman] Dr. Firestone
please (mumbles),
Dr. Firestone
please (mumbles)...
- You must be Joe.
- Yeah, how'd you know?
- When she's awake, you
are all she talks about.
- I thought she was dead.
Your friend Jesse
said she was here.
She gonna be okay?
- Sure, last night
was touch and go.
Today she'll be fine.
(sighing)
- Doc is it okay if I
see her for a while?
- Please.
- Thanks doc.
(footsteps tapping)
(energetic rock music)
She's the only girl who can
make him behave that way
He's the kind of a man, she
runs out of things to say
They look fine, fine, fine
When he wants (mumbles)
They were born to be
great, they do what
- Hey man, good to see ya!
- How you doing Jesse?
What's with her?
- Hey man she's been good
for one cry a day
since you left.
Woman in love act
like that you know.
(energetic rock music)
(woman singing)
I was born to be great
I was born to be great
Those pretty people
- How long will you be
in town?
- How long do you want me?
- (sighs) Forever.
- You got it.
Get your clothes,
you're through dancing.
- Oh Bill, I love you!
(lips smacking)
(sighing)
(equipment beeping)
- (sighs) Hi.
- Hi.
- Joe I'm sorry about--
- Sh sh sh sh sh,
everything's gonna be
all right from now on.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
(sighing)
- Oh Joe.
- Uh-hmm?
- Joe?
I love avocados.
(tender music)
(chuckling)
(sighing)
(motor rumbling)
(footsteps tapping)
- [Roxey] Oh, what
are we gonna do Bill?
- [Bill] If I tell you,
promise not to laugh?
- [Roxey] Of course
I won't laugh.
- [Bill] Would you mind
living on an avocado farm?
(laughing)
- [Roxey] An avocado farm?
- [Bill] Yeah, avocados.
(laughing)