The Beat Generation (1959) Movie Script
# They call you Beat Generation. #
# You think you live as you choose. #
# Oh, you Beat Generation, #
# I think you're headed for the blues. #
# Now your lives don't have a meaning, #
# though you're living up a storm. #
# You do anything at all except conform. #
# You don't have much ambition #
# and aimless and depressed, #
# you think you'll really win it
but you're missing all the best. #
# You Beat Generation, #
# you think you live as you choose. #
# Oh, you Beat Generation, #
# I think you're headed for the blues. #
# It's too bad you're headed to the blues. #
# Yes, you Beat Generation, #
# You think you live as you choose. #
# Oh, you Beat Generation, #
# I think you're headed for the blues. #
# Yes, too bad you're headed to the blues. #
I wish I didn't have to make
the scene with that plane tonight.
I wish I never had to go back east.
I wish, I wish, I wish...
Hey, hay, play it cool, chick,
now play it like cool.
You've got to go.
Everybody's got to move.
I mean, you can't stand still and wait
for the next mushroom cloud, now, you dig?
Crazy, but soon as I cut out
you'll forget me.
Oh, Meg, you're the most.
But there's no tomorrow, not when the sky
drools radiation and gum drops.
You gotta live for kicks,
right here and now, that's all there is.
You know, in all the months I've known you
you've never even held my hand?
Not the love and marriage bit...
I've put that down.
That's for the rat race and the squares.
Schopenhauer said,
and I agree with him...
"Lovers are traitors...
who seek to perpetuate
the whole want and drudgery of life."
which would otherwise speedily
reach an end.
That cat Schopenhauer also said
that this world
which is so real with all its
sunsets and Milky Ways is nothing.
It's the only world we've got.
- Crazy.
- Look...
maybe we'll meet again someday and...
and you'll read your gone poetry
and far out philosophy...
Yeah, yeah...
And maybe we'll have kicks
to end all kicks.
Something wrong?
Excuse me a minute.
Since you weren't at the beat pad
I thought maybe I'd find you here.
Well, you should be a detective.
Jane and I are leaving tonight for Vegas...
to get married.
- That's your problem.
- No, no, no, sit down, son.
I'd like for us all to be happy...
now that Jayne's becoming Mrs. Belmont.
She'll be your mother.
I don't need a mother, man,
I've been born.
And I can't flip every time you get married.
Especially since this is the fifth time,
or is it the sixth, I've lost count.
Now, now, Stan, you know
it's only the fourth.
- Are we leaving?
- Wait a minute, honey.
- Stanley...
- Now look, Father...
let's forget about it.
You want another playmate, fine.
Mother made it with an Italian count
after the private eye...
We're all playing musical chairs
like Jaynie here had her hooks out for me
until she saw your purple Cadillac.
- You're gonna let him speak to me like that?
- That's right, Father, you defend her honor.
- Listen, Stanley boy...
- What is it, Mommy?
You'd better take this, Father.
It might come in handy
on your honeymoon.
"Thou goest to Women?
Do not forget thy whip."
Oh, just a minute.
Hi.
I'm Arthur Garrett.
I'm a friend of Charlie's.
- Oh.
- Is Charlie home?
No, he's still on the road.
Oh, no...
Wouldn't you know I'd get it wrong?
I thought he said he'd be home
in the middle of June.
No, he'll be home in the middle of July.
Oh...yeah...
Well, the reason I'm here is
a couple of weeks ago
I had to borrow some money
from Charlie at the bowling alley...
While we were bowling someone
took the money out of my jacket.
- Oh, what a shame!
- Yeah...
And Charlie, he's such a swell guy.
He let me have $10...
and I'd like to give it back.
- That's very nice of you.
- I'll just make out a check here...
- ...and I'll be on my way.
- All right.
Could I come in a minute?
Sure.
You've got a crazy pad here.
Well, it's sort of messy.
I wasn't expecting company.
Hey... dig that jazz.
I make that very large.
It's like nothing I ever heard.
Of course not. That's Roger Jones.
He's the only cat who wails the bass
without the strings.
Here's the one the cat cut to get between him
and the pure music of the virgin wood.
One night Roger he ripped off
all the strings and shouted
'I'm music myself with nothing between!'
That's far out, isn't it?
I wouldn't know.
Well, that's the sound
that really makes it.
They keep bands out for moldy figs.
May I sit down?
Please do.
What's a moldy fig?
Oh, man, like...
like the world is full of moldy figs...
there's the squares who eat, sleep,
go to work, vegetate.
And while they vegetate, I swing.
You understand?
I'm afraid I'm a little mixed up.
Well, you'll learn to swing, mam,
and when...
Something wrong?
Yes, I've uh...
I've had this terrible headache
ever since I...
woke up this morning...
I wonder if you could let me have
a glass of water.
- Sure, I'll get it for you.
- Thank you.
Charlie gets headaches every week.
I think it's the traffic.
Well, it seems to be a disease
with us salesmen.
Did you know that Charlie gets
two or three headaches every week?
I think he just worries too much.
Well, here you are.
Yes, that's it. Fight me.
Fight me, baby,
I'll break your pretty neck for you.
Just shut your mouth...
- Are you all right?
- Oh, I'm fine. It was entirely my fault.
I wasn't looking where I was going.
- I'd better take you to the Valley Hospital...
- Oh, no, no... I'm fine.
But I'd appreciate a lift in that direction.
I was on my way to see my sister.
- Good, hop in.
- Thank you.
I'd better take it easy,
I can't go around mowing down pedestrians.
Specially in a police car.
Oh, you're a detective, huh?
Yeah, LA Police.
I hope I'm not taking you
out of your way.
No, we live over just a couple of blocks
from the Valley Hospital.
- You're married, huh?
- Yeah.
My name's Culloran.
Sergeant Culloran.
- My name's Hess. Stan Hess.
- Nice to know you.
It's nice to know you, Mr. Culloran.
Hello there, Mr. Policeman.
- I don't think I should say hello, I oughta whistle.
- Go ahead, I'll come.
Wanna hear me whistling?
If the rest of the dinner tastes
as good as the first course...
Second course is coming up.
Why couldn't you be a gangster
instead of a policeman?
I bet they keep much better hours.
Maybe, but I bet they don't have
as good-looking broads.
Take it easy, strangler.
I'm weak from hunger.
Oh, I bet you are starving.
By now the roast is about as tender
as a combat boot.
Hey, catch!
Oh, thank you.
What are you trying to do?
Get me fat?
Silly!
Hey, where were you at twelve today?
Why?
Why, I don't know why,
I just asked a question.
Went out to get a newspaper.
I called again at 12:30
and still no answer.
I met Mrs. Hadley and we talked.
I didn't realize that I'd need an alibi.
What are you talking about, an alibi...
- Honey, I just asked a simple question.
- You were interrogating me like a suspect.
I did no such thing.
You know I didn't mean it that way.
Honey, you're about the most wonderful thing
that ever happened to me.
This isn't the first time it's happened,
you know that?
Oh, Francee...
I don't know, maybe it's just a bad habit
that you have with women.
Hello.
Oh, hello, Jake,
Yes, he's here.
All right, I'll tell him.
Bye.
That was your partner. He's got a hot one
and you gotta get working.
Oh, no!
Poor Francee. What a life, huh?
What'll I do with this?
Save it or just shoot a few baskets with it?
Let's hope I won't be gone that long.
Joyce Greenfield..
...says husband's been on the road...
...this guy comes to door...
....she invites him in...
What's this,
'a base fiddle without strings.'?
I took it down like she told it.
Maybe she was delirious.
Suspect called himself Garrett,
Arthur Garrett.
Talked a lot about a musician
named Roger Jones.
Crenshaw, call downtown and run
a make sheet on Arthur Garrett...
Roger Jones...
and a bull fiddle without strings.
- Where's the victim?
- In the bedroom with her doctor.
- She wouldn't go in the ambulance.
- What?
She wouldn't go in the ambulance.
Hey, Dave, does that strike a note?
What?
Oh, you think it's the Aspirin Kid again.
Well, it's the same brand.
What do you think?
I don't know. Can't tell yet.
Call the lab, will you?
I want to talk to the victim.
Yes?
I'm Detective Sergeant Culloran.
I'd like to talk to your patient.
You realize, of course,
that she's in a state of shock.
I'll be as brief as possible.
Very well.
Do you feel able to answer
some questions now?
Sergeant Culloran is here.
I've already talked to the policeman.
I realize that, Ms. Greenfield, but...
the more you can tell us the faster
we'll be able to find this man who uh...
assaulted you.
Did you ever see him before?
No.
I thought you told the officer
that you knew him.
No.
He said he knew my husband.
Then you never met him before.
No.
I see...
Tell me something, Mrs. Greenfield...
Do you always have breakfast
so late in the morning?
Breakfast?
What do you mean?
I'm talking about breakfast.
Who had breakfast with you,
late breakfast today?
I don't know what you're talking about.
No one had breakfast with me.
Then why does that table have
two glasses of orange juice,
two cups of coffee
and two plates of toast?
You're crazy, it doesn't.
Did you have late breakfast
with him first?
And why did you wait so long
to call us, hm?
What are you saying?
I had breakfast by myself
and then washed the dishes.
Then you must be a very big eater,
Mrs. Greenfield.
Now, come on.
Two people had breakfast.
Who was the other person?
- You're a liar!
- Please, Joyce, your condition!
Why don't you get back into bed,
Mrs. Greenfield?
- Take it easy.
- Leave me alone, you!
No!
No!
Yes, Counselor, we have him in custody.
Advice?
With clients like Madam LaBelle,
my advice to you is
go take a good hot bath.
Here it is. A composite on Arthur Garrett,
our friend the Aspirin Kid.
Maybe we should be studying photos
of the so-called victims.
You know, Tarzan,
the more I work with you
the more convinced I am
that you hate women.
Why all this now?
The way you jumped on Joyce Greenfield,
you know...
Garrett might have put that extra setting
on the table just to throw us off.
Yeah, he might have.
Okay, so my three years
in the Vice Squad undid me.
Look, Jake, you know as well as I do
that if this Greenfield dame
does know Garrett,
it's not the first time
something like this happened.
Maybe she'd have a hard time
explaining her bruises
to her old man if she didn't yell cop.
It's possible.
Possible? It's more than possible
and you know it.
You were covering these phony rape cases
when I was handling traffic citations.
Right, but I had a good wife at home.
And I didn't.
Just because my first marriage
went in the rocks
is no reason to accuse me
of hating all women.
Angel Baron, Anna Baron,
alias Snow White and Rose Red,
step forward.
- How old are you girls?
- Nine.
I'm five.
Don't give me that.
You're 35 if you're a day.
You're accused of stealing jelly beans.
What do you gotta say for yourselves?
- We're innocent.
- Please don't send us to jail.
It's a bum rap.
I'm entitled to a phone call.
Oh, you are?
Let's see you try to get it.
They're all yours!
You know, he should be a father.
Well, he may be, soon.
- But you didn't say a word.
- Oh no, now, wait a minute!
I don't know for sure.
I'm just hoping.
So is Dave.
But, we'll see.
Get on your marks.
Get set.
Bang!
They'll do it every time, won't they?
You know, Jake, I've been thinking
about that composite of Arthur Garrett.
You think that Mrs. Greenfield faked
that description too?
Which she could have.
But it's more than that, it's...
I don't know, the face is vaguely familiar,
like, I don't know, maybe I saw it
in a mug book or something, but I...
Dave!
Telephone.
Telephone.
Culloran.
What... where?
We'll be right there.
- What is it?
- A sergeant off duty over in Santa Monica...
thinks he found a guy down at Muscle Beach
that fits the description of our suspect.
Give me your comb.
- From the composite?
- Yeah.
Hey, girls! If we're not back
in half an hour, take the other car home.
Hey, you! You on top.
Hey, what's cooking down there,
Father-o?
- Come on down.
- Man, why don't you come up?
Come on down, son.
By what authority, sir,
do you presume to uh...
- Do I have to show you my badge?
- Yeah, man, where do you keep it...
in your britches or with your pistol?
All right, I'm Sergeant Culloran,
Los Angeles Police.
now come on down here.
You have ten seconds.
What are you trying to tell me,
you're a member of the Law Enforcement Society?
- For the last time!
- I sincerely hope so, Daddy-o.
Now identify them by the numbers
over their head.
Number 3 without sleeves, he...
Arthur Jester, step forward.
Where do you live, Jester?
On the sunny side of the street,
fuzzy fellow.
Is that where you were arrested?
You know where I was busted, fuzz.
Was anybody with you
when you were arrested?
No, man, I was suspended in mid-air
all by myself.
What's this all about anyway?
What am I here for?
Well, Mrs. Greenfield?
I'm not sure.
Quarter turn to the right, Jester.
Is that the man?
If I could see better...
If his hair was longer, I...
All right, the rest of you can leave.
What am I supposed
to have done anyway?
Repeat after me.
'I've had a headache
since I got up this morning.'
What?
'I've had a headache
since I got up this morning.'
- Well, take an aspirin, man.
- Repeat!
I've had a simply splitting headache
since I arose this morning.
He didn't sound like that.
Okay, once again and cut the comedy.
I've had a headache
since I got up this morning.
Sounds like his voice.
Go on, fight me.
- What is this anyway?
- Say it!
Go bingle your bongo.
Go on, 'fight me', say it,
or I'll make you, punk
- Go on, fight me.
- Go on, fight me!
Go on, fight me! Fight me!
I'm not sure, sergeant,
I'm not sure.
Crenshaw speaking.
Culloran, you're wanted on the phone.
Excuse me.
Culloran.
It's Arthur Garrett.
I'm ready to give myself up.
Where are you?
You'll have to meet me.
You name the place.
Where?
What time?
Eight o'clock tonight.
You'd better be there.
Well, it's summer all right.
You ain't kidding.
That's when these cases get heavy.
The Lover's Lane Bandit,
the Aspirin Kid,
the trees are green,
the birds are on the wing...
and all the nuts are coming
out of the woodwork.
This one particular night
I hope he shows up.
You know Francee and I
were going bowling tonight?
- Mrs. Culloran?
- Yes?
What do you make
of these beat characters?
A bunch of phonies, pseudo-intellectuals,
jumping on the gravy train of rebellion.
I guess we've always had them.
Fake bohemia...
I don't know,
maybe I'm getting old, Jakie, but...
they bore me.
Gee, I'm sorry I missed him.
After he was so nice to me
giving me a ride and everything.
He did mention you, Mr. Garrett.
I mean, not by name but...
I'll bet he didn't tell you about
the ten dollars he let me have.
No, he didn't.
Oh, I knew it.
This is only for the cool cats.
The sterile creeps can crawl out now.
Upon a certain birthday,
dear parents,
we do not thank you,
dear fumbling mother and father,
both, upon this miserable occasion.
We give you offerings of respectful...
loathing
He didn't even expect to have it back...
Well, he's gonna get it back
and right now.
Gee, I don't seem
to have a pen with me.
Oh, I'll get you one.
So dear parents, we laugh
in your faceless faces.
Since you forced us into this world,
with your own evil force
which you painted drab white.
A force called... marriage!
- Here you are.
- Thank you.
My, you have a lovely
place here, Mrs. Culloran.
Thank you.
- May I?
- Of course.
Now...
We too will embrace force,
but of our own cool kind.
Now is our time through
the Beat way of life.
A force of kicks, unending kicks.
The kicks that destroy...
without killing!
I'll tell you one thing.
Any more of the poetry reading
and I'm getting out of here.
Oh, it's all very arty and educational.
Wear your sandals.
Is something wrong?
This headache...
I've had ever since I got up
this morning.
- Uhhh...
- Go call Francee, go bowling.
Look, come on over.
Oh, we'll dig a little cool jazz and stuff.
Let's make it now.
Well, split...
split out on that square
husband of yours and...
and uh, well,
tell him like he bugs you.
and like uh, tell him like you gotta breathe.
Wait a second, kitten...
Hey, cool, cat.
I'm trying to make the scene.
Dig?
Help!
Tell your husband
that Arthur Garrett was here.
No...
You and Arthur have a date.
Shut up!
Quiet! Quiet!
Scream all you want.
What are you doing up so early?
You didn't even go to bed, did you?
Why didn't you go to bed?
How...
How are you feeling?
I'm all right.
Francee...
I know.
You want to ask me some questions.
It's all right. Go ahead.
Honey, are you positive
that he said his name was Arthur Garrett?
Yes.
It couldn't have been
that you heard me mention that name?
No. I would have remembered
if I'd heard you mention it.
But you hardly ever talk
about your work.
I know.
Oh, dear God,
how stupid can a man be?
Picking him up and giving information.
It wasn't your fault.
You had no way of knowing.
I mean, he seemed like such
a nice looking boy and...
Francee...
how did he get in the house?
I told you, I went to get a pen
and he just came in.
- Why didn't you shut the door and...
- I couldn't, he was standing too close,
I would have had it shut
right in his face.
- Well.
- All right, I could have.
I know you can't help it,
but you're interrogating me again.
You're treating me like a suspect.
Hello.
Hello, cop?
Too bad you missed me last night.
Your wife was crazy. man.
Real crazy.
Cop.
You want me to rebook him for highway
speeding with intent to gonk?
Come on, let's face it,
we've got no case.
Yes, I know.
Detectives. Carlotti.
Yeah.
Okay, men.
Flannagan's just following a hot tip
on the Lover's Lane Bandit.
Says he should be on the move again
at his usual place tonight.
Maybe if luck is with us he might
turn out to be the Aspirin Kid.
I don't think so, Captain.
It's not the usual M.O.
The Aspirin Kid always goes
for married women.
I know, I know, but it's been three weeks
and all you've come up with
is that Jester character
we couldn't hold on to
because we had nothing on him.
Now get going.
We'll use operation sweetheart.
Oh, no!
He's a killer! I can't expose
any police women to such a risk.
That's all.
Each team will toss as usual.
All right, call it.
Heads.
If it's heads, it's yours.
Oh, no, not again!
My wife is beginning to look at me funnylike...
Jaqueline, you look lovely tonight.
Will you cut it out, Hank,
or so help me I'll bite your ear off.
You better not.
With that lipstick you got on
you look like you got hoof and mouth disease.
Hey, drop dead, huh?
I don't see anything, do you?
How can I?
You got your wig on my face.
Is that better?
With that beard of yours
you could cut glass with it.
Marie says I got skin like a baby.
- Hey, embrace me closer.
- Huh?
Look over...
no, on the other side.
See him over there, under the tree?
- No.
- Right there, by that bush, see?
Uh-huh.
He's got on gray slacks, blue shirt,
fedora hat.
You got eyes like a cat?
Look, he's going to one of the kids' cars.
All right, let's take him.
Police officers, don't move!
Stay in the cars!
Oh, honey, I thought you were asleep.
No.
- No luck, huh?
- No, no luck.
- Dave.
- Hm?
Honey, what's the matter?
I'm pregnant.
Don't look at me like that!
Oh, no, no, no, shhh...
It's all right, it's all right.
Baby, are you sure?
Yes.
I went to the doctor today.
No, no, no...
What're we gonna do...
what are we gonna do?
What are we going to do?
Do?
What if it's his child?
Could you look at it?
Could you love it?
I just can't wait and see.
Honey.
Maybe...
Francee, maybe it's my child.
But what if it isn't?
You look all hung up, man.
I sprung you loose, didn't I?
So don't go icky.
Just follow orders and make the scene
like I told you.
Gotta be the most in life, man.
Bigger than the biggest kicks the most.
- When?
- Tonight.
Tonight you better be with it.
Well, look, man, I am trying...
but my outer soul just won't reach
my inner soul, you know?
Let's cut out the phony
beat generation route, huh?
- Man, you mean you don't believe?
- I believe whatever comes in handy.
The beat route is for the would-be
artistic slobs, crumb-buns all.
Sure I believed when I wanted to.
But now I just want my own kind of kicks
and it's the Stanley Hess, Stanley Belmont,
Arthur Garrett generation, you dig, huh, you dig?
Now look, man,
what if I don't go through with it?
Oh, that's nowhere, man.
This time I gotta buzz the fuzz.
How did you know?
That you took Evie?
The four-head girl across the California Stateline?
I looked that up in Who's Who.
And that's what they call a man act, man.
And you can get
busted to queue for that.
No, man, you wouldn't do that to me,
would you?
Why not? If you're gonna square,
I'll square too.
If that's the trend of the times.
Where do you want me to do it?
In Venice.
- Well, isn't that a little...
- A little what?
Well, close, you know, I mean...
You mean you're chicken
is what you mean, isn't it?
No, man, it's just that... look...
every paper within 50 miles
has you plastered all over the front page...
So what?
That's fame, man.
And tomorrow it'll be you and me
instead of just me.
Well, why does it have to be Arthur Garrett,
why the Aspirin bit, man...
Because I say so.
But flipping the fuzz
with another Aspirin Kid...
man, that's real kicks.
You dig me?
Oh!
Uh... Mrs. Altera?
- Yeah?
- Is Mr. Altera home?
Hm-hmm.
What do you want to see him about?
Well, I owe him some money
and I thought I'd come by and...
Come in.
What's your name?
Uh, it's Garrett, mam.
No, first name.
Oh, Arthur.
My name's Georgia.
Well, I'm glad to meet you, mam.
Take your coat off, Arthur.
Sit down.
Thank you very much, mam.
Come off the 'mam',
or do I look that old?
- No.
- You don't sound very sure.
On the contrary, ma...
Mrs. Altera, you look very young.
Georgia.
Sit.
Will your husband be home soon?
I hope not.
He's not my husband anymore.
I gave him the divorce bit.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm not. He was a deadlocks.
- Now me, I like to make the scene.
- Oh, are you a beatnik?
Sounds like they have fun.
Without anyone pushing anyone around
telling them what's right and what's wrong.
That's for me.
Listen, why don't you make it down
to the beat pad on the beach and er...
Maybe I'll give you a call there.
Sounds like good action
if you know what I mean.
What's wrong?
I have a headache.
Maybe it's because your shoes
are too tight.
How about some beer, Arthur?
- Well uh...
- You are old enough for beer, aren't you?
Certainly.
I'm really twenty-six.
You want a glass or is a bottle all right?
A bottle's fine.
How come you owe Harry money?
First time I ever heard of him
letting go of money.
Harry's got the first buck he ever made.
If that's Harry, then I'll bust his...
You've got no right to barge in
on me like this.
Didn't I tell you to turn those keys
over to my lawyer?
- Can't you understand we're divorced?
- You didn't waste much time!
- Go! So long!
- Already got yourself a boyfriend.
Don't you know each other?
Mr. Altera wouldn't remember me.
I worked in a restaurant
he used to own in San Diego.
He's here to pay you some money
he owes you.
What money?
Well, I borrowed 10 bucks one night
from the cashier
and I just thought I'd drop by
and pay it back.
- Something wrong?
- You worked for me?
Yes, sir. Well look, uh...
Here, take the 10 dollars
and I'll be going.
Don't you want your beer?
No, uh...
I have to get back to the valley.
Thank you very much for the loan,
Mr. Altera.
- And thank you, too, Mrs. Altera.
- Come again.
I'll kill you.
I'll never forgive myself.
For what?
I should have gone to the doctor
before all this happened.
Francee, will you stop torturing yourself?
We have to decide what to do, Dave.
It's against the law.
What?
It's against the law
in every state of the Union.
Against the law?
When I might be carrying the baby of...
It doesn't make any difference
whose baby it is...
or how it was conceived.
It's illegal to try to stop it.
Francee...
I know what you feel like, I...
I feel the same way, but...
We've got to wait. We can't make
any decision now, we've got to wait.
I'm not waiting very long, Dave.
I can't.
Yeah, he said his name
was Arthur Garrett.
And he had a tin of aspirins.
That's the moniker
the Aspirin Kid uses, isn't it?
- If I hadn't come in when I did...
- You say...
he didn't look like this composite?
Not exactly.
What do you think?
Maybe.
His mouth was a little different.
And his nose...
His nose was like anybody's.
A nose is a nose.
You're positive he said
his name was Garrett?
- I thought he said Barrett.
- You said Garrett!
- Arthur Garrett.
- So I said it.
He did say that he owed your husband
some money, didn't he?
Please, my ex-husband.
Sorry.
He did say he had a headache?
Any man could say that
if he read the papers.
- If I hadn't come in when I did, you'd...
- Oh, come off it!
He didn't try anything and you're all
trying to make a federal case out of it.
Mrs. Altera, tell me something, please...
has Arthur Garrett telephoned you?
What does that mean?
Well, he called up
some of his victims again.
I wasn't a victim.
No, that's right,
you weren't a victim.
Sign the complaint right here,
Mrs. Costa.
I've changed my mind.
- But your husband could have killed you.
- Oh, no, no, he wouldn't do that.
- I find my way better.
- I don't.
What was the meaning of that business
with Georgia Altera?
You know darn well that Garrett
hasn't phoned anybody.
Don't you trust here either?
Oh, I forgot. All women are angels.
They're made in heaven.
As far as you're concerned,
they're just mean.
- Oh, forget it.
- You won't let me forget it.
Have you looked
in the mirror today, Mrs. Costa?
Oh, I'm okay.
He hit you on the head
with a bottle, didn't he?
- He didn't mean to.
- He almost broke your arm.
Knocked you down, kicked you...
He didn't know what he was doing.
Do you remember what that head shrinker
told us the other day about Arthur Garrett?
That he said he had
an abnormal hatred for all women,
that he wanted to hurt them?
Was he describing the criminal?
Oh, I'm sorry.
- Forget it.
- Oh, Davie, amigo...
- All right, I'm as bad as Garrett.
- Oh, come on.
Mrs. Costa, this can't keep going on.
You can't keep expecting us
to pick up your husband
if you won't prosecute the next day.
Oh, he was just a little crocked.
I know he was a little crocked.
I was there, Mrs. Costa.
I saw him, I smelled him.
He's a little crocked three days
out of four.
But that's not the point.
The point is, Mrs. Costa,
why won't you prosecute
when he keeps beating you up?
Oh, well, he's got good work.
Time to go, bye-bye, Dave.
Good bye, Mrs. Costa.
See you next month.
Yeah, nice to have been of service
to you again, Mrs. Costa.
Poor, patient Mrs. Costa.
How many times does this make?
Seventeen.
You know, a funny thing?
I'll bet they're very much
in love with each other... Let's go, come on.
Jake, take Jefferson on this run, will you,
I got work to do.
Who is it this time, Altera or Greenfield?
Oh, come on, lay off, do your job,
go home to your wife.
Take it easy, will you?
Jake, look, I didn't spend three years
on the Vice Squad for nothing.
One of these dames we've been questioning
is going to see Garrett again.
It has to happen.
It has to follow a pattern.
I don't know which one,
but one of them is going to see him again.
- And when she does...
- You'll be there.
You bet your life I'll be there.
Francee, what are you doing up?
Thought it'd be nice to see you
after all these weeks.
- Do you have to work so late every night?
- Oh, honey, there's a lot to do.
This was another one of those
Aspirin Kid monkey runs.
We've got to get him.
We or you?
Francee, what's the matter?
It's almost two months, Dave.
I can't wait any longer.
Look, if I tell you it doesn't matter to me.
If I say...
I wouldn't believe you.
I know it matters to you.
Honey, you matter to me.
- I'm not gonna have you tampering...
- I'm not going to carry a rapist's baby.
Is that why you're so obsessed
with the idea of catching him
- ...so he can take a blood test?
- Oh, for...
I can't take much more of this.
Davie, please, don't you see
it'll never work out?
Help me. We'll have other children,
lots of them.
But not this one.
I'm afraid of this one.
Francee, I can't let you do it.
It's too dangerous.
Well then, tell me one thing.
If I have the baby
and it turns out not to be yours,
Will you want it?
Oh, I see.
It isn't that you want the baby,
it's just that you don't want me
to run the risk of having an operation.
- Well, isn't that enough?
- No, it's not enough.
- Francee, you're not going to do it.
- There's nothing you can do to stop me.
Francee, come in, dear.
- Hi, Marie.
- Haven't seen you in a long time.
Where have you and Davie
been keeping yourselves?
- Oh...
- Sit down. I'll be with you in a minute.
Marie. I have to talk to you.
What is it, Francee?
- I'm two months pregnant.
- I know, dear.
Dave told Jake.
But Marie, I don't know
if it's Dave's child or not.
But that's silly, Francee.
You told me yourself.
I know, I know what I told you, but...
but I was only hoping then,
I wasn't sure.
But I'm sure now.
I can't have this baby, Marie,
I just can't.
Francee!
I know that you're Catholic
and what you believe in.
But you're the only person
I can think of to help me.
Please.
What about Davie?
- He doesn't want the baby.
- He said this?
He doesn't want it.
And I don't want it either.
Francee...
Dear, you don't mean that.
I can't carry this child
for another seven months.
Not knowing whether it's Dave's or not.
Please, now don't try to talk me into it.
I won't, Francee.
You know, when friends are in trouble
you try to think of ways to help.
I haven't said anything before
but I've thought about it a lot.
Come outside with me.
Come on. I want you to see
an old friend who is ready to help you.
And much better able than I.
Marie.
I don't want a sermon.
If you're so positive,
could a mere priest talk you out of it?
It isn't talk I want.
No, it isn't.
It's understanding.
Come over, Francee.
- You remember Father Dinelli?
- Yes. Hello, Father.
I'll see you later, Francee.
You know, of course, Father,
that I don't share your beliefs.
And you can't talk me
out of doing this.
Well then, do it.
What?
We believe that such an act
is an act of murder.
But...
I can't stop you from murdering.
Are you being clever with me?
God forbid I should be clever
at such a time.
This child in your womb is a living person.
To take the life of a living person
is murder.
Is this cleverness?
Is it my husband's child?
Are you sure it's not?
No.
And how do you feel about this child?
Do you wish it destroyed?
I don't know.
Then I suggest that you cannot
with honesty decide its fate.
Keep this in mind.
Perhaps it will help you.
This child in you is already yours.
It's alive.
It's a person.
It's part of God's creation.
Catholic or not...
dare you take it on yourself
to be its executioner?
# Love can be a moment's madness, #
# Love can be insane. #
# Love can be a life
of sadness and pain. #
# Love can be a summer shower. #
# Love can be the sun. #
# Love can be two hearts
that flower as one. #
# It can be #
# ecstasy. #
# But that kind #
# Is not so very easy to find. #
Dave.
Francee, what are you doing here?
- Come home, will you please?
- Honey, I can't, you know that.
Look, why don't you trail me?
I'm the worst one.
- I not only seduced the Aspirin Kid but I...
- Francee, this is no place to talk about it.
I have to. When the baby's born
I'm going to put it up for adoption.
Francee, please, please go home.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
I may not be there.
Honey, I've got to go. Now wait up for me
and we'll talk about it then.
Dave. There's nothing
to talk about anymore.
# You may not even remember it came. #
# Love can be a joy forever #
# or an empty name. #
# Love is almost never ever #
# the same. #
Francee!
Francee!
- Jake.
- She's at our house.
- At your house?
- Yeah.
- That surprises you?
- Yeah. What's she doing at your house?
Davie.
What in God's name is bugging you?
Why this crusade against women?
Once you were married to a tramp.
So what?
You're rid of her, aren't you?
Are you married to a tramp now?
That's right.
Yeah, look indignant.
Well, that's the way you're treating her.
As if she were a tramp.
As if she has to be a tramp
because all women are.
- Have you finished?
- Yeah, I'm finished.
So is Francee.
Is that what you want?
Jake, I can't walk away
from this case now.
- Especially now.
- Why especially now?
Because, well, I mean I think I found
the woman we've been looking for.
The woman we're looking for?
Well, excuse me.
I thought we were looking for a man.
Oh, stop that nonsense.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
In the meantime, what about Francee?
I'm going on with the case, Jake.
I have to.
I'll tell her that.
It'll be a great deal of comfort to her.
Yes, he said his name was Arthur Garrett.
And no, it didn't occur to me
who he was.
Sure I read the papers.
I told you that as soon as he asked
for some aspirin I knew who he was.
No, I've never seen Arthur Garrett again.
Who the hell
do you think you are anyway?
He hasn't called and I haven't seen him.
No, but I wish I had.
He looked like real gone kicks.
No, no, no!
I'm not lying, I haven't seen him!
You're the one that's lying.
Oh, please, Mrs. Altera.
Please.
- What do you want?
- I want to apologize.
What?
I'm sorry about the way
I've been hounding you, Mrs. Altera, and...
Well, I got to thinking it over
and I realize I'm wrong.
I want to apologize.
Apology accepted?
Maybe.
I really do feel guilty about
the way I've been treating you
so, to make it up,
I'd like to buy you a drink.
How about it?
Maybe.
Uh, may I come in?
Goody, goody, more refreshments.
Put 'em down.
Salud, besitos y amor
y tiempo para gustarlos.
So, he has you all fooled, huh?
Sure has.
You know, we've been trying to get him
for over seven months now.
That's a pity.
Poor little policeman.
You know, I got a theory.
I think that eventually he's gonna contact
one of his victims again...
a second time, maybe even a third.
- Maybe even a fourth.
- Hm-hmm.
But I don't think it's happened yet.
You see, I've checked out
all the women involved.
I bet you have.
That's why I was so rough on you.
Think nothing of it.
You're a pretty little policeman.
You know, sooner or later,
if I'm not mistaken,
one of the women will contact him.
Bless you, baby.
Hm-hmm.
When did you see him
the last time, Georgia?
Georgia, when did you see him last?
- I'd answer if I were you.
- Take your filthy hands off me!
There's a nasty sentence
for harboring a criminal.
Let go of me.
And by the time you get out
you'll be an old woman, Georgia.
Old, flabby and pale,
no man for years and years...
Let go of me!
Okay, go on. I can wait.
But remember one thing,
Mrs. Altera.
No matter where you go,
I'll be watching you.
Scotch.
Mrs. Culloran.
Your husband's waiting outside.
I told him he could see you
for a minute if you feel up to it.
All right.
Hi.
Hi.
How do you feel?
I'm fine.
Off duty?
No, but I want to stay until...
It might be a long time.
I don't care, Francee.
- You don't have to stay.
- Please, honey, I want to stay.
Why?
Why, because...
Because I love you.
Oh, Dave.
Kiss me.
- Francee.
- I didn't mean like that.
- Honey...
- No, forget it. It's all right.
I made up my mind...
in these last few months...
carrying the baby,
feeling it inside of me,
moving and growing,
I want it.
And I'm going to keep it.
We're separated,
so that shouldn't matter to you.
And Dave...
even if you do catch him,
I don't want to know
whether it's his or not.
I don't even care.
It's mine. I know that much.
And that's all I care about now.
Telephone, Sergeant Culloran.
Honey, I'll be right back.
Hello.
This is Georgia Altera.
I can't take anymore.
You win.
I'm meeting Arthur Garrett
in twenty minutes.
Where?
I'll be right over.
Honey,
I know I said I'd stay, but...
this phone call. I think this is it.
- Is it Mrs. Altera?
- Yeah, she's meeting Garrett in a bar.
I've got to go.
Go on.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Don't bother.
I'll be back.
Don't ever come back...
until you can kiss me like a husband,
till you can love our baby like a father,
till you can put your arms around me
without feeling dirty.
# Now someday you'll be sorry. #
# The way you treated me was wrong. #
# I was the one who taught you
all you know. #
# Your little old friends asked you
to make me sing another song #
# So good luck may be with you. #
# And may your future you won't fear. #
# Dear, There won't be another
to treat you like a brother. #
# Someday you'll be sorry, dear. #
# Look at your mama,
someday you'll be sorry. #
# The way you treated me was wrong. #
# Honey... #
Well?
I don't understand it.
He said he'd be here at eight.
Contact him.
But I promised I'd never call him
at that place.
You're just about to break your promise.
Serg, I can tell by the look
on your face that you want something.
This is easy, Louis.
You know my partner Jake?
Yes, I do.
When you get a minute call him up
and give him that message, will you?
Sure will.
Look, I never told her anything.
How do you know?
You hang around long enough
and you start blabbing
and if you've been blabbing,
you've had it.
Yeah, but she likes me.
She likes you!
Come on.
Yeah?
Who is it?
Hey, Jester.
He's coming to the phone.
Get his address.
Tell him you want to see him.
You know, pour it on.
- It's your broad.
- What?
She wants to talk to you.
Yeah, hi, honey.
Hi, Artie?
What happened to you?
Well, uh...
I had to see a stud at the club.
Oh, well, are you free
to come over now?
Well...
Well, she wants me
to come over there.
Tell her to come here.
- Well, why?
- Maybe she wants to take a swim.
Tell her.
Tell her.
Okay. What's the address?
Oh, wait till I get a pencil.
Okay.
Uh-huh.
He's coming closer.
Soon as he gets to the car,
open the door.
- Hi, Georgia.
- Hi.
All right, hold it.
What do you want with me, cop?
You again!
- He say his name was Arthur Garrett?
- That's right.
You better get...
Anybody know you're here?
Only about forty-four hundred
of my buddies.
No place you can go.
No place you can hide.
They'll dig you out no matter what rat hole
you climb into.
You know, I don't quite go for that.
If your buddies knew you were here,
they'd be crawling all over us by now.
They'll be here.
What about the beagles in the next room?
They don't want to be caged.
They'd fink on their own mothers.
Oh, man, you're hips.
So you think I've got a problem, huh?
Well, we're gonna have our regular
Sunday night hootenanny.
And when the cats are away
then I'm gonna cut out
and give you some personal service.
You wanna know something?
The smart Alecks like junior there
end up in the County jail
but the wise guys, the real smart ones
like you, they make the gas chamber.
Stop it!
Artie, tell him to stop it.
He's crazy as a bed bug.
I'll show you how crazy I am.
No, no, please.
Why don't you leave her alone?
Why didn't you leave me alone?
When it comes to women
you two make a good pair.
Hold it there!
I'm just listening for the beat.
It's coming from outer space
and I'll be right with it.
You watch him.
If he makes a move, holler.
Hey, man, like this is a big drag.
Why don't you give us a beat or something?
- Yeah, man...
- I got a vision!
We're gonna have us a beat hootenanny.
I mean a real beat hootenanny
to beat all beats.
I'm gonna lay it on you.
Crazy!
The earth is nowhere, man.
You're right, daddy.
- I mean, the earth is nowhere!
- Yeah, squaresville.
- I'm going to the moon.
- You know it, you know it.
But not for a day.
I'm going to the moon and stay.
Too much, daddy!
Too much!
Why don't you orbit me, baby?
# The earth is square
and the moon is round. #
# So just orbit me. #
# I'll catch your sound. #
Yeah.
# I'm off to the moon
where I'll make my pad. #
# Come along cool cats
with your moon-bound dad. #
# The earth is square
and the moon is round. #
# So just orbit me,
I'll catch your sound. #
Come on, chicken, lay it on me.
# I'm off to the moon
where I'll make my pad. #
# Come along cool cats... #
- This cat digs statues, man.
Yeah!
# The earth is square
and the moon is round. #
# So just orbit me,
I'll catch your sound. #
# I'm off to the moon
where I'll make my pad. #
# Come along cool cats
with your moon-bound dad. #
# The earth is square
and the moon is round. #
Will you please cut it out!
Shut up, will ya?
I thought you liked me.
You know that I like you.
Look. You're in a real jam.
But you don't have to be.
You don't have to be a pigeon
for that guy.
You can still get out of this.
If you don't to the right thing real quick,
there's going to be a murder.
And you'll be going to the gas chamber
with your boyfriend.
Look, I'm not going to kill anybody.
Come on, untie these ropes.
Don't you understand?
I can't!
He'll kill me.
Artie.
Would you rather be dead with him
or alive with me?
# Let's cut out, cats,
from this dreary drag #
# make that scene up high. #
# We're gonna leave the earth
to the bingo drums
# While we rendez-vous in the sky. #
# I'm off to the moon
where I'll make my pad. #
I got another vision!
Let's take this hootenanny down to the pier
and we'll take off
to the moon from there.
# I've got the real gone nothing blues. #
Oh, don't drag it, man.
Kick it.
# So don't bug me, daddy-o. #
# Cause I'm too hip to fill
your square-cut shoes #
# So don't bug me, bug me, daddy-o. #
# Am I going, am I coming, #
# It doesn't matter where. #
# As long as I'm happy
and completely unsquare. #
# I've got the real gone nothing blues. #
# So don't bug me, daddy-o. #
They got loose, man.
Is this the way you did it, Arthur?
Was it fun?
# I've got the real gone nothing blues,
So don't bug me, daddy-o. #
# Cause I'm too hip to fill your square-cut shoes,
So don't bug me, bug me, daddy-o. #
# I've got the real got nothing blues,
So don't bug me, daddy-o. #
# Cause I'm too hip to fill your square-cut shoes,
So don't bug me, bug me, daddy-o. #
# I'm going, I'm coming... #
We no longer ask for mutation
with the outside world.
We're far out!
The beat is ours and it belongs to us.
Go, go, go, go.
# It belongs to us.
The beat is ours. #
# It belongs to us.
The beat is ours. It belongs to us. #
# We're going to the moon
with everybody trailing us. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# We'll sit up there
and watch the old one die. #
We've got the beach but we need
the man to find the moon.
- We're off to outer space!
- Who's the barbaric Spiff?
- I'm a police officer.
- I'm a fireman.
Look, man,
this cat wants to wrestle.
Me, the king of the wrestlers.
Look, man, I'll show you something new.
A wrestling hootenanny.
# The earth is square
and the moon is round #
# so just orbit me, I'll catch your sound. #
Hey, man, you're not
with this hootenanny, man.
I'm too far out, now listen, cats.
Let's cut up down to the pier.
The scene is now there.
Get your cars and let's go.
Come on, let's make it, huh?
Come on, let's get with it.
Woo, I'm the fireman, wow!
# We're gonna see... #
# Beat, beat, beat, beat #
# Beat, beat, beat, beat #
# We've gotta go. #
# With Daddy-o. #
Oh, man, officer,
what's the speed on the Milky Way?
- Go, man, go!
- Make the scene!
- Crazy, kitten!
Come on, there's no speed limit
on the Milky Way.
Woo, he's orbiting!
# It belongs to us, we're going to the moon
with everybody trailing us.
# Oh, the beat is ours,
it belongs to us. #
# Oh, the beat is ours,
it belongs to us. #
- Man, have you got the beat!
- He's cold like an iceberg!
# We're going to the moon
with everybody tailing us. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
No!
Oh, man, you gotta show me
that toss you had on me.
- Later.
- Don't be a square, daddy-o.
I had you like this, remember?
Now, let's cut to the scene.
But waltz type, so I can keep step.
Where's my car?
Some cat took it shot himself
off to the moon.
You all right?
Look!
Go on! Kill me!
Do you think I'm sorry
about your wife?
- I'd do it again.
- Go on, kill me.
- Kill me!
- Do you think I'm sorry?
I'm glad,
Women are filth.
They're filth!
Get up.
He's a lunatic.
Yeah, he is.
- Like I've... Like I've been.
- What?
Nothing.
It's a beautiful daughter we have.
That's no way to treat your father.
# You think you live as you choose. #
# Oh, you Beat Generation, #
# I think you're headed for the blues. #
# Now your lives don't have a meaning, #
# though you're living up a storm. #
# You do anything at all except conform. #
# You don't have much ambition #
# and aimless and depressed, #
# you think you'll really win it
but you're missing all the best. #
# You Beat Generation, #
# you think you live as you choose. #
# Oh, you Beat Generation, #
# I think you're headed for the blues. #
# It's too bad you're headed to the blues. #
# Yes, you Beat Generation, #
# You think you live as you choose. #
# Oh, you Beat Generation, #
# I think you're headed for the blues. #
# Yes, too bad you're headed to the blues. #
I wish I didn't have to make
the scene with that plane tonight.
I wish I never had to go back east.
I wish, I wish, I wish...
Hey, hay, play it cool, chick,
now play it like cool.
You've got to go.
Everybody's got to move.
I mean, you can't stand still and wait
for the next mushroom cloud, now, you dig?
Crazy, but soon as I cut out
you'll forget me.
Oh, Meg, you're the most.
But there's no tomorrow, not when the sky
drools radiation and gum drops.
You gotta live for kicks,
right here and now, that's all there is.
You know, in all the months I've known you
you've never even held my hand?
Not the love and marriage bit...
I've put that down.
That's for the rat race and the squares.
Schopenhauer said,
and I agree with him...
"Lovers are traitors...
who seek to perpetuate
the whole want and drudgery of life."
which would otherwise speedily
reach an end.
That cat Schopenhauer also said
that this world
which is so real with all its
sunsets and Milky Ways is nothing.
It's the only world we've got.
- Crazy.
- Look...
maybe we'll meet again someday and...
and you'll read your gone poetry
and far out philosophy...
Yeah, yeah...
And maybe we'll have kicks
to end all kicks.
Something wrong?
Excuse me a minute.
Since you weren't at the beat pad
I thought maybe I'd find you here.
Well, you should be a detective.
Jane and I are leaving tonight for Vegas...
to get married.
- That's your problem.
- No, no, no, sit down, son.
I'd like for us all to be happy...
now that Jayne's becoming Mrs. Belmont.
She'll be your mother.
I don't need a mother, man,
I've been born.
And I can't flip every time you get married.
Especially since this is the fifth time,
or is it the sixth, I've lost count.
Now, now, Stan, you know
it's only the fourth.
- Are we leaving?
- Wait a minute, honey.
- Stanley...
- Now look, Father...
let's forget about it.
You want another playmate, fine.
Mother made it with an Italian count
after the private eye...
We're all playing musical chairs
like Jaynie here had her hooks out for me
until she saw your purple Cadillac.
- You're gonna let him speak to me like that?
- That's right, Father, you defend her honor.
- Listen, Stanley boy...
- What is it, Mommy?
You'd better take this, Father.
It might come in handy
on your honeymoon.
"Thou goest to Women?
Do not forget thy whip."
Oh, just a minute.
Hi.
I'm Arthur Garrett.
I'm a friend of Charlie's.
- Oh.
- Is Charlie home?
No, he's still on the road.
Oh, no...
Wouldn't you know I'd get it wrong?
I thought he said he'd be home
in the middle of June.
No, he'll be home in the middle of July.
Oh...yeah...
Well, the reason I'm here is
a couple of weeks ago
I had to borrow some money
from Charlie at the bowling alley...
While we were bowling someone
took the money out of my jacket.
- Oh, what a shame!
- Yeah...
And Charlie, he's such a swell guy.
He let me have $10...
and I'd like to give it back.
- That's very nice of you.
- I'll just make out a check here...
- ...and I'll be on my way.
- All right.
Could I come in a minute?
Sure.
You've got a crazy pad here.
Well, it's sort of messy.
I wasn't expecting company.
Hey... dig that jazz.
I make that very large.
It's like nothing I ever heard.
Of course not. That's Roger Jones.
He's the only cat who wails the bass
without the strings.
Here's the one the cat cut to get between him
and the pure music of the virgin wood.
One night Roger he ripped off
all the strings and shouted
'I'm music myself with nothing between!'
That's far out, isn't it?
I wouldn't know.
Well, that's the sound
that really makes it.
They keep bands out for moldy figs.
May I sit down?
Please do.
What's a moldy fig?
Oh, man, like...
like the world is full of moldy figs...
there's the squares who eat, sleep,
go to work, vegetate.
And while they vegetate, I swing.
You understand?
I'm afraid I'm a little mixed up.
Well, you'll learn to swing, mam,
and when...
Something wrong?
Yes, I've uh...
I've had this terrible headache
ever since I...
woke up this morning...
I wonder if you could let me have
a glass of water.
- Sure, I'll get it for you.
- Thank you.
Charlie gets headaches every week.
I think it's the traffic.
Well, it seems to be a disease
with us salesmen.
Did you know that Charlie gets
two or three headaches every week?
I think he just worries too much.
Well, here you are.
Yes, that's it. Fight me.
Fight me, baby,
I'll break your pretty neck for you.
Just shut your mouth...
- Are you all right?
- Oh, I'm fine. It was entirely my fault.
I wasn't looking where I was going.
- I'd better take you to the Valley Hospital...
- Oh, no, no... I'm fine.
But I'd appreciate a lift in that direction.
I was on my way to see my sister.
- Good, hop in.
- Thank you.
I'd better take it easy,
I can't go around mowing down pedestrians.
Specially in a police car.
Oh, you're a detective, huh?
Yeah, LA Police.
I hope I'm not taking you
out of your way.
No, we live over just a couple of blocks
from the Valley Hospital.
- You're married, huh?
- Yeah.
My name's Culloran.
Sergeant Culloran.
- My name's Hess. Stan Hess.
- Nice to know you.
It's nice to know you, Mr. Culloran.
Hello there, Mr. Policeman.
- I don't think I should say hello, I oughta whistle.
- Go ahead, I'll come.
Wanna hear me whistling?
If the rest of the dinner tastes
as good as the first course...
Second course is coming up.
Why couldn't you be a gangster
instead of a policeman?
I bet they keep much better hours.
Maybe, but I bet they don't have
as good-looking broads.
Take it easy, strangler.
I'm weak from hunger.
Oh, I bet you are starving.
By now the roast is about as tender
as a combat boot.
Hey, catch!
Oh, thank you.
What are you trying to do?
Get me fat?
Silly!
Hey, where were you at twelve today?
Why?
Why, I don't know why,
I just asked a question.
Went out to get a newspaper.
I called again at 12:30
and still no answer.
I met Mrs. Hadley and we talked.
I didn't realize that I'd need an alibi.
What are you talking about, an alibi...
- Honey, I just asked a simple question.
- You were interrogating me like a suspect.
I did no such thing.
You know I didn't mean it that way.
Honey, you're about the most wonderful thing
that ever happened to me.
This isn't the first time it's happened,
you know that?
Oh, Francee...
I don't know, maybe it's just a bad habit
that you have with women.
Hello.
Oh, hello, Jake,
Yes, he's here.
All right, I'll tell him.
Bye.
That was your partner. He's got a hot one
and you gotta get working.
Oh, no!
Poor Francee. What a life, huh?
What'll I do with this?
Save it or just shoot a few baskets with it?
Let's hope I won't be gone that long.
Joyce Greenfield..
...says husband's been on the road...
...this guy comes to door...
....she invites him in...
What's this,
'a base fiddle without strings.'?
I took it down like she told it.
Maybe she was delirious.
Suspect called himself Garrett,
Arthur Garrett.
Talked a lot about a musician
named Roger Jones.
Crenshaw, call downtown and run
a make sheet on Arthur Garrett...
Roger Jones...
and a bull fiddle without strings.
- Where's the victim?
- In the bedroom with her doctor.
- She wouldn't go in the ambulance.
- What?
She wouldn't go in the ambulance.
Hey, Dave, does that strike a note?
What?
Oh, you think it's the Aspirin Kid again.
Well, it's the same brand.
What do you think?
I don't know. Can't tell yet.
Call the lab, will you?
I want to talk to the victim.
Yes?
I'm Detective Sergeant Culloran.
I'd like to talk to your patient.
You realize, of course,
that she's in a state of shock.
I'll be as brief as possible.
Very well.
Do you feel able to answer
some questions now?
Sergeant Culloran is here.
I've already talked to the policeman.
I realize that, Ms. Greenfield, but...
the more you can tell us the faster
we'll be able to find this man who uh...
assaulted you.
Did you ever see him before?
No.
I thought you told the officer
that you knew him.
No.
He said he knew my husband.
Then you never met him before.
No.
I see...
Tell me something, Mrs. Greenfield...
Do you always have breakfast
so late in the morning?
Breakfast?
What do you mean?
I'm talking about breakfast.
Who had breakfast with you,
late breakfast today?
I don't know what you're talking about.
No one had breakfast with me.
Then why does that table have
two glasses of orange juice,
two cups of coffee
and two plates of toast?
You're crazy, it doesn't.
Did you have late breakfast
with him first?
And why did you wait so long
to call us, hm?
What are you saying?
I had breakfast by myself
and then washed the dishes.
Then you must be a very big eater,
Mrs. Greenfield.
Now, come on.
Two people had breakfast.
Who was the other person?
- You're a liar!
- Please, Joyce, your condition!
Why don't you get back into bed,
Mrs. Greenfield?
- Take it easy.
- Leave me alone, you!
No!
No!
Yes, Counselor, we have him in custody.
Advice?
With clients like Madam LaBelle,
my advice to you is
go take a good hot bath.
Here it is. A composite on Arthur Garrett,
our friend the Aspirin Kid.
Maybe we should be studying photos
of the so-called victims.
You know, Tarzan,
the more I work with you
the more convinced I am
that you hate women.
Why all this now?
The way you jumped on Joyce Greenfield,
you know...
Garrett might have put that extra setting
on the table just to throw us off.
Yeah, he might have.
Okay, so my three years
in the Vice Squad undid me.
Look, Jake, you know as well as I do
that if this Greenfield dame
does know Garrett,
it's not the first time
something like this happened.
Maybe she'd have a hard time
explaining her bruises
to her old man if she didn't yell cop.
It's possible.
Possible? It's more than possible
and you know it.
You were covering these phony rape cases
when I was handling traffic citations.
Right, but I had a good wife at home.
And I didn't.
Just because my first marriage
went in the rocks
is no reason to accuse me
of hating all women.
Angel Baron, Anna Baron,
alias Snow White and Rose Red,
step forward.
- How old are you girls?
- Nine.
I'm five.
Don't give me that.
You're 35 if you're a day.
You're accused of stealing jelly beans.
What do you gotta say for yourselves?
- We're innocent.
- Please don't send us to jail.
It's a bum rap.
I'm entitled to a phone call.
Oh, you are?
Let's see you try to get it.
They're all yours!
You know, he should be a father.
Well, he may be, soon.
- But you didn't say a word.
- Oh no, now, wait a minute!
I don't know for sure.
I'm just hoping.
So is Dave.
But, we'll see.
Get on your marks.
Get set.
Bang!
They'll do it every time, won't they?
You know, Jake, I've been thinking
about that composite of Arthur Garrett.
You think that Mrs. Greenfield faked
that description too?
Which she could have.
But it's more than that, it's...
I don't know, the face is vaguely familiar,
like, I don't know, maybe I saw it
in a mug book or something, but I...
Dave!
Telephone.
Telephone.
Culloran.
What... where?
We'll be right there.
- What is it?
- A sergeant off duty over in Santa Monica...
thinks he found a guy down at Muscle Beach
that fits the description of our suspect.
Give me your comb.
- From the composite?
- Yeah.
Hey, girls! If we're not back
in half an hour, take the other car home.
Hey, you! You on top.
Hey, what's cooking down there,
Father-o?
- Come on down.
- Man, why don't you come up?
Come on down, son.
By what authority, sir,
do you presume to uh...
- Do I have to show you my badge?
- Yeah, man, where do you keep it...
in your britches or with your pistol?
All right, I'm Sergeant Culloran,
Los Angeles Police.
now come on down here.
You have ten seconds.
What are you trying to tell me,
you're a member of the Law Enforcement Society?
- For the last time!
- I sincerely hope so, Daddy-o.
Now identify them by the numbers
over their head.
Number 3 without sleeves, he...
Arthur Jester, step forward.
Where do you live, Jester?
On the sunny side of the street,
fuzzy fellow.
Is that where you were arrested?
You know where I was busted, fuzz.
Was anybody with you
when you were arrested?
No, man, I was suspended in mid-air
all by myself.
What's this all about anyway?
What am I here for?
Well, Mrs. Greenfield?
I'm not sure.
Quarter turn to the right, Jester.
Is that the man?
If I could see better...
If his hair was longer, I...
All right, the rest of you can leave.
What am I supposed
to have done anyway?
Repeat after me.
'I've had a headache
since I got up this morning.'
What?
'I've had a headache
since I got up this morning.'
- Well, take an aspirin, man.
- Repeat!
I've had a simply splitting headache
since I arose this morning.
He didn't sound like that.
Okay, once again and cut the comedy.
I've had a headache
since I got up this morning.
Sounds like his voice.
Go on, fight me.
- What is this anyway?
- Say it!
Go bingle your bongo.
Go on, 'fight me', say it,
or I'll make you, punk
- Go on, fight me.
- Go on, fight me!
Go on, fight me! Fight me!
I'm not sure, sergeant,
I'm not sure.
Crenshaw speaking.
Culloran, you're wanted on the phone.
Excuse me.
Culloran.
It's Arthur Garrett.
I'm ready to give myself up.
Where are you?
You'll have to meet me.
You name the place.
Where?
What time?
Eight o'clock tonight.
You'd better be there.
Well, it's summer all right.
You ain't kidding.
That's when these cases get heavy.
The Lover's Lane Bandit,
the Aspirin Kid,
the trees are green,
the birds are on the wing...
and all the nuts are coming
out of the woodwork.
This one particular night
I hope he shows up.
You know Francee and I
were going bowling tonight?
- Mrs. Culloran?
- Yes?
What do you make
of these beat characters?
A bunch of phonies, pseudo-intellectuals,
jumping on the gravy train of rebellion.
I guess we've always had them.
Fake bohemia...
I don't know,
maybe I'm getting old, Jakie, but...
they bore me.
Gee, I'm sorry I missed him.
After he was so nice to me
giving me a ride and everything.
He did mention you, Mr. Garrett.
I mean, not by name but...
I'll bet he didn't tell you about
the ten dollars he let me have.
No, he didn't.
Oh, I knew it.
This is only for the cool cats.
The sterile creeps can crawl out now.
Upon a certain birthday,
dear parents,
we do not thank you,
dear fumbling mother and father,
both, upon this miserable occasion.
We give you offerings of respectful...
loathing
He didn't even expect to have it back...
Well, he's gonna get it back
and right now.
Gee, I don't seem
to have a pen with me.
Oh, I'll get you one.
So dear parents, we laugh
in your faceless faces.
Since you forced us into this world,
with your own evil force
which you painted drab white.
A force called... marriage!
- Here you are.
- Thank you.
My, you have a lovely
place here, Mrs. Culloran.
Thank you.
- May I?
- Of course.
Now...
We too will embrace force,
but of our own cool kind.
Now is our time through
the Beat way of life.
A force of kicks, unending kicks.
The kicks that destroy...
without killing!
I'll tell you one thing.
Any more of the poetry reading
and I'm getting out of here.
Oh, it's all very arty and educational.
Wear your sandals.
Is something wrong?
This headache...
I've had ever since I got up
this morning.
- Uhhh...
- Go call Francee, go bowling.
Look, come on over.
Oh, we'll dig a little cool jazz and stuff.
Let's make it now.
Well, split...
split out on that square
husband of yours and...
and uh, well,
tell him like he bugs you.
and like uh, tell him like you gotta breathe.
Wait a second, kitten...
Hey, cool, cat.
I'm trying to make the scene.
Dig?
Help!
Tell your husband
that Arthur Garrett was here.
No...
You and Arthur have a date.
Shut up!
Quiet! Quiet!
Scream all you want.
What are you doing up so early?
You didn't even go to bed, did you?
Why didn't you go to bed?
How...
How are you feeling?
I'm all right.
Francee...
I know.
You want to ask me some questions.
It's all right. Go ahead.
Honey, are you positive
that he said his name was Arthur Garrett?
Yes.
It couldn't have been
that you heard me mention that name?
No. I would have remembered
if I'd heard you mention it.
But you hardly ever talk
about your work.
I know.
Oh, dear God,
how stupid can a man be?
Picking him up and giving information.
It wasn't your fault.
You had no way of knowing.
I mean, he seemed like such
a nice looking boy and...
Francee...
how did he get in the house?
I told you, I went to get a pen
and he just came in.
- Why didn't you shut the door and...
- I couldn't, he was standing too close,
I would have had it shut
right in his face.
- Well.
- All right, I could have.
I know you can't help it,
but you're interrogating me again.
You're treating me like a suspect.
Hello.
Hello, cop?
Too bad you missed me last night.
Your wife was crazy. man.
Real crazy.
Cop.
You want me to rebook him for highway
speeding with intent to gonk?
Come on, let's face it,
we've got no case.
Yes, I know.
Detectives. Carlotti.
Yeah.
Okay, men.
Flannagan's just following a hot tip
on the Lover's Lane Bandit.
Says he should be on the move again
at his usual place tonight.
Maybe if luck is with us he might
turn out to be the Aspirin Kid.
I don't think so, Captain.
It's not the usual M.O.
The Aspirin Kid always goes
for married women.
I know, I know, but it's been three weeks
and all you've come up with
is that Jester character
we couldn't hold on to
because we had nothing on him.
Now get going.
We'll use operation sweetheart.
Oh, no!
He's a killer! I can't expose
any police women to such a risk.
That's all.
Each team will toss as usual.
All right, call it.
Heads.
If it's heads, it's yours.
Oh, no, not again!
My wife is beginning to look at me funnylike...
Jaqueline, you look lovely tonight.
Will you cut it out, Hank,
or so help me I'll bite your ear off.
You better not.
With that lipstick you got on
you look like you got hoof and mouth disease.
Hey, drop dead, huh?
I don't see anything, do you?
How can I?
You got your wig on my face.
Is that better?
With that beard of yours
you could cut glass with it.
Marie says I got skin like a baby.
- Hey, embrace me closer.
- Huh?
Look over...
no, on the other side.
See him over there, under the tree?
- No.
- Right there, by that bush, see?
Uh-huh.
He's got on gray slacks, blue shirt,
fedora hat.
You got eyes like a cat?
Look, he's going to one of the kids' cars.
All right, let's take him.
Police officers, don't move!
Stay in the cars!
Oh, honey, I thought you were asleep.
No.
- No luck, huh?
- No, no luck.
- Dave.
- Hm?
Honey, what's the matter?
I'm pregnant.
Don't look at me like that!
Oh, no, no, no, shhh...
It's all right, it's all right.
Baby, are you sure?
Yes.
I went to the doctor today.
No, no, no...
What're we gonna do...
what are we gonna do?
What are we going to do?
Do?
What if it's his child?
Could you look at it?
Could you love it?
I just can't wait and see.
Honey.
Maybe...
Francee, maybe it's my child.
But what if it isn't?
You look all hung up, man.
I sprung you loose, didn't I?
So don't go icky.
Just follow orders and make the scene
like I told you.
Gotta be the most in life, man.
Bigger than the biggest kicks the most.
- When?
- Tonight.
Tonight you better be with it.
Well, look, man, I am trying...
but my outer soul just won't reach
my inner soul, you know?
Let's cut out the phony
beat generation route, huh?
- Man, you mean you don't believe?
- I believe whatever comes in handy.
The beat route is for the would-be
artistic slobs, crumb-buns all.
Sure I believed when I wanted to.
But now I just want my own kind of kicks
and it's the Stanley Hess, Stanley Belmont,
Arthur Garrett generation, you dig, huh, you dig?
Now look, man,
what if I don't go through with it?
Oh, that's nowhere, man.
This time I gotta buzz the fuzz.
How did you know?
That you took Evie?
The four-head girl across the California Stateline?
I looked that up in Who's Who.
And that's what they call a man act, man.
And you can get
busted to queue for that.
No, man, you wouldn't do that to me,
would you?
Why not? If you're gonna square,
I'll square too.
If that's the trend of the times.
Where do you want me to do it?
In Venice.
- Well, isn't that a little...
- A little what?
Well, close, you know, I mean...
You mean you're chicken
is what you mean, isn't it?
No, man, it's just that... look...
every paper within 50 miles
has you plastered all over the front page...
So what?
That's fame, man.
And tomorrow it'll be you and me
instead of just me.
Well, why does it have to be Arthur Garrett,
why the Aspirin bit, man...
Because I say so.
But flipping the fuzz
with another Aspirin Kid...
man, that's real kicks.
You dig me?
Oh!
Uh... Mrs. Altera?
- Yeah?
- Is Mr. Altera home?
Hm-hmm.
What do you want to see him about?
Well, I owe him some money
and I thought I'd come by and...
Come in.
What's your name?
Uh, it's Garrett, mam.
No, first name.
Oh, Arthur.
My name's Georgia.
Well, I'm glad to meet you, mam.
Take your coat off, Arthur.
Sit down.
Thank you very much, mam.
Come off the 'mam',
or do I look that old?
- No.
- You don't sound very sure.
On the contrary, ma...
Mrs. Altera, you look very young.
Georgia.
Sit.
Will your husband be home soon?
I hope not.
He's not my husband anymore.
I gave him the divorce bit.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm not. He was a deadlocks.
- Now me, I like to make the scene.
- Oh, are you a beatnik?
Sounds like they have fun.
Without anyone pushing anyone around
telling them what's right and what's wrong.
That's for me.
Listen, why don't you make it down
to the beat pad on the beach and er...
Maybe I'll give you a call there.
Sounds like good action
if you know what I mean.
What's wrong?
I have a headache.
Maybe it's because your shoes
are too tight.
How about some beer, Arthur?
- Well uh...
- You are old enough for beer, aren't you?
Certainly.
I'm really twenty-six.
You want a glass or is a bottle all right?
A bottle's fine.
How come you owe Harry money?
First time I ever heard of him
letting go of money.
Harry's got the first buck he ever made.
If that's Harry, then I'll bust his...
You've got no right to barge in
on me like this.
Didn't I tell you to turn those keys
over to my lawyer?
- Can't you understand we're divorced?
- You didn't waste much time!
- Go! So long!
- Already got yourself a boyfriend.
Don't you know each other?
Mr. Altera wouldn't remember me.
I worked in a restaurant
he used to own in San Diego.
He's here to pay you some money
he owes you.
What money?
Well, I borrowed 10 bucks one night
from the cashier
and I just thought I'd drop by
and pay it back.
- Something wrong?
- You worked for me?
Yes, sir. Well look, uh...
Here, take the 10 dollars
and I'll be going.
Don't you want your beer?
No, uh...
I have to get back to the valley.
Thank you very much for the loan,
Mr. Altera.
- And thank you, too, Mrs. Altera.
- Come again.
I'll kill you.
I'll never forgive myself.
For what?
I should have gone to the doctor
before all this happened.
Francee, will you stop torturing yourself?
We have to decide what to do, Dave.
It's against the law.
What?
It's against the law
in every state of the Union.
Against the law?
When I might be carrying the baby of...
It doesn't make any difference
whose baby it is...
or how it was conceived.
It's illegal to try to stop it.
Francee...
I know what you feel like, I...
I feel the same way, but...
We've got to wait. We can't make
any decision now, we've got to wait.
I'm not waiting very long, Dave.
I can't.
Yeah, he said his name
was Arthur Garrett.
And he had a tin of aspirins.
That's the moniker
the Aspirin Kid uses, isn't it?
- If I hadn't come in when I did...
- You say...
he didn't look like this composite?
Not exactly.
What do you think?
Maybe.
His mouth was a little different.
And his nose...
His nose was like anybody's.
A nose is a nose.
You're positive he said
his name was Garrett?
- I thought he said Barrett.
- You said Garrett!
- Arthur Garrett.
- So I said it.
He did say that he owed your husband
some money, didn't he?
Please, my ex-husband.
Sorry.
He did say he had a headache?
Any man could say that
if he read the papers.
- If I hadn't come in when I did, you'd...
- Oh, come off it!
He didn't try anything and you're all
trying to make a federal case out of it.
Mrs. Altera, tell me something, please...
has Arthur Garrett telephoned you?
What does that mean?
Well, he called up
some of his victims again.
I wasn't a victim.
No, that's right,
you weren't a victim.
Sign the complaint right here,
Mrs. Costa.
I've changed my mind.
- But your husband could have killed you.
- Oh, no, no, he wouldn't do that.
- I find my way better.
- I don't.
What was the meaning of that business
with Georgia Altera?
You know darn well that Garrett
hasn't phoned anybody.
Don't you trust here either?
Oh, I forgot. All women are angels.
They're made in heaven.
As far as you're concerned,
they're just mean.
- Oh, forget it.
- You won't let me forget it.
Have you looked
in the mirror today, Mrs. Costa?
Oh, I'm okay.
He hit you on the head
with a bottle, didn't he?
- He didn't mean to.
- He almost broke your arm.
Knocked you down, kicked you...
He didn't know what he was doing.
Do you remember what that head shrinker
told us the other day about Arthur Garrett?
That he said he had
an abnormal hatred for all women,
that he wanted to hurt them?
Was he describing the criminal?
Oh, I'm sorry.
- Forget it.
- Oh, Davie, amigo...
- All right, I'm as bad as Garrett.
- Oh, come on.
Mrs. Costa, this can't keep going on.
You can't keep expecting us
to pick up your husband
if you won't prosecute the next day.
Oh, he was just a little crocked.
I know he was a little crocked.
I was there, Mrs. Costa.
I saw him, I smelled him.
He's a little crocked three days
out of four.
But that's not the point.
The point is, Mrs. Costa,
why won't you prosecute
when he keeps beating you up?
Oh, well, he's got good work.
Time to go, bye-bye, Dave.
Good bye, Mrs. Costa.
See you next month.
Yeah, nice to have been of service
to you again, Mrs. Costa.
Poor, patient Mrs. Costa.
How many times does this make?
Seventeen.
You know, a funny thing?
I'll bet they're very much
in love with each other... Let's go, come on.
Jake, take Jefferson on this run, will you,
I got work to do.
Who is it this time, Altera or Greenfield?
Oh, come on, lay off, do your job,
go home to your wife.
Take it easy, will you?
Jake, look, I didn't spend three years
on the Vice Squad for nothing.
One of these dames we've been questioning
is going to see Garrett again.
It has to happen.
It has to follow a pattern.
I don't know which one,
but one of them is going to see him again.
- And when she does...
- You'll be there.
You bet your life I'll be there.
Francee, what are you doing up?
Thought it'd be nice to see you
after all these weeks.
- Do you have to work so late every night?
- Oh, honey, there's a lot to do.
This was another one of those
Aspirin Kid monkey runs.
We've got to get him.
We or you?
Francee, what's the matter?
It's almost two months, Dave.
I can't wait any longer.
Look, if I tell you it doesn't matter to me.
If I say...
I wouldn't believe you.
I know it matters to you.
Honey, you matter to me.
- I'm not gonna have you tampering...
- I'm not going to carry a rapist's baby.
Is that why you're so obsessed
with the idea of catching him
- ...so he can take a blood test?
- Oh, for...
I can't take much more of this.
Davie, please, don't you see
it'll never work out?
Help me. We'll have other children,
lots of them.
But not this one.
I'm afraid of this one.
Francee, I can't let you do it.
It's too dangerous.
Well then, tell me one thing.
If I have the baby
and it turns out not to be yours,
Will you want it?
Oh, I see.
It isn't that you want the baby,
it's just that you don't want me
to run the risk of having an operation.
- Well, isn't that enough?
- No, it's not enough.
- Francee, you're not going to do it.
- There's nothing you can do to stop me.
Francee, come in, dear.
- Hi, Marie.
- Haven't seen you in a long time.
Where have you and Davie
been keeping yourselves?
- Oh...
- Sit down. I'll be with you in a minute.
Marie. I have to talk to you.
What is it, Francee?
- I'm two months pregnant.
- I know, dear.
Dave told Jake.
But Marie, I don't know
if it's Dave's child or not.
But that's silly, Francee.
You told me yourself.
I know, I know what I told you, but...
but I was only hoping then,
I wasn't sure.
But I'm sure now.
I can't have this baby, Marie,
I just can't.
Francee!
I know that you're Catholic
and what you believe in.
But you're the only person
I can think of to help me.
Please.
What about Davie?
- He doesn't want the baby.
- He said this?
He doesn't want it.
And I don't want it either.
Francee...
Dear, you don't mean that.
I can't carry this child
for another seven months.
Not knowing whether it's Dave's or not.
Please, now don't try to talk me into it.
I won't, Francee.
You know, when friends are in trouble
you try to think of ways to help.
I haven't said anything before
but I've thought about it a lot.
Come outside with me.
Come on. I want you to see
an old friend who is ready to help you.
And much better able than I.
Marie.
I don't want a sermon.
If you're so positive,
could a mere priest talk you out of it?
It isn't talk I want.
No, it isn't.
It's understanding.
Come over, Francee.
- You remember Father Dinelli?
- Yes. Hello, Father.
I'll see you later, Francee.
You know, of course, Father,
that I don't share your beliefs.
And you can't talk me
out of doing this.
Well then, do it.
What?
We believe that such an act
is an act of murder.
But...
I can't stop you from murdering.
Are you being clever with me?
God forbid I should be clever
at such a time.
This child in your womb is a living person.
To take the life of a living person
is murder.
Is this cleverness?
Is it my husband's child?
Are you sure it's not?
No.
And how do you feel about this child?
Do you wish it destroyed?
I don't know.
Then I suggest that you cannot
with honesty decide its fate.
Keep this in mind.
Perhaps it will help you.
This child in you is already yours.
It's alive.
It's a person.
It's part of God's creation.
Catholic or not...
dare you take it on yourself
to be its executioner?
# Love can be a moment's madness, #
# Love can be insane. #
# Love can be a life
of sadness and pain. #
# Love can be a summer shower. #
# Love can be the sun. #
# Love can be two hearts
that flower as one. #
# It can be #
# ecstasy. #
# But that kind #
# Is not so very easy to find. #
Dave.
Francee, what are you doing here?
- Come home, will you please?
- Honey, I can't, you know that.
Look, why don't you trail me?
I'm the worst one.
- I not only seduced the Aspirin Kid but I...
- Francee, this is no place to talk about it.
I have to. When the baby's born
I'm going to put it up for adoption.
Francee, please, please go home.
I'll be there as soon as I can.
I may not be there.
Honey, I've got to go. Now wait up for me
and we'll talk about it then.
Dave. There's nothing
to talk about anymore.
# You may not even remember it came. #
# Love can be a joy forever #
# or an empty name. #
# Love is almost never ever #
# the same. #
Francee!
Francee!
- Jake.
- She's at our house.
- At your house?
- Yeah.
- That surprises you?
- Yeah. What's she doing at your house?
Davie.
What in God's name is bugging you?
Why this crusade against women?
Once you were married to a tramp.
So what?
You're rid of her, aren't you?
Are you married to a tramp now?
That's right.
Yeah, look indignant.
Well, that's the way you're treating her.
As if she were a tramp.
As if she has to be a tramp
because all women are.
- Have you finished?
- Yeah, I'm finished.
So is Francee.
Is that what you want?
Jake, I can't walk away
from this case now.
- Especially now.
- Why especially now?
Because, well, I mean I think I found
the woman we've been looking for.
The woman we're looking for?
Well, excuse me.
I thought we were looking for a man.
Oh, stop that nonsense.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
In the meantime, what about Francee?
I'm going on with the case, Jake.
I have to.
I'll tell her that.
It'll be a great deal of comfort to her.
Yes, he said his name was Arthur Garrett.
And no, it didn't occur to me
who he was.
Sure I read the papers.
I told you that as soon as he asked
for some aspirin I knew who he was.
No, I've never seen Arthur Garrett again.
Who the hell
do you think you are anyway?
He hasn't called and I haven't seen him.
No, but I wish I had.
He looked like real gone kicks.
No, no, no!
I'm not lying, I haven't seen him!
You're the one that's lying.
Oh, please, Mrs. Altera.
Please.
- What do you want?
- I want to apologize.
What?
I'm sorry about the way
I've been hounding you, Mrs. Altera, and...
Well, I got to thinking it over
and I realize I'm wrong.
I want to apologize.
Apology accepted?
Maybe.
I really do feel guilty about
the way I've been treating you
so, to make it up,
I'd like to buy you a drink.
How about it?
Maybe.
Uh, may I come in?
Goody, goody, more refreshments.
Put 'em down.
Salud, besitos y amor
y tiempo para gustarlos.
So, he has you all fooled, huh?
Sure has.
You know, we've been trying to get him
for over seven months now.
That's a pity.
Poor little policeman.
You know, I got a theory.
I think that eventually he's gonna contact
one of his victims again...
a second time, maybe even a third.
- Maybe even a fourth.
- Hm-hmm.
But I don't think it's happened yet.
You see, I've checked out
all the women involved.
I bet you have.
That's why I was so rough on you.
Think nothing of it.
You're a pretty little policeman.
You know, sooner or later,
if I'm not mistaken,
one of the women will contact him.
Bless you, baby.
Hm-hmm.
When did you see him
the last time, Georgia?
Georgia, when did you see him last?
- I'd answer if I were you.
- Take your filthy hands off me!
There's a nasty sentence
for harboring a criminal.
Let go of me.
And by the time you get out
you'll be an old woman, Georgia.
Old, flabby and pale,
no man for years and years...
Let go of me!
Okay, go on. I can wait.
But remember one thing,
Mrs. Altera.
No matter where you go,
I'll be watching you.
Scotch.
Mrs. Culloran.
Your husband's waiting outside.
I told him he could see you
for a minute if you feel up to it.
All right.
Hi.
Hi.
How do you feel?
I'm fine.
Off duty?
No, but I want to stay until...
It might be a long time.
I don't care, Francee.
- You don't have to stay.
- Please, honey, I want to stay.
Why?
Why, because...
Because I love you.
Oh, Dave.
Kiss me.
- Francee.
- I didn't mean like that.
- Honey...
- No, forget it. It's all right.
I made up my mind...
in these last few months...
carrying the baby,
feeling it inside of me,
moving and growing,
I want it.
And I'm going to keep it.
We're separated,
so that shouldn't matter to you.
And Dave...
even if you do catch him,
I don't want to know
whether it's his or not.
I don't even care.
It's mine. I know that much.
And that's all I care about now.
Telephone, Sergeant Culloran.
Honey, I'll be right back.
Hello.
This is Georgia Altera.
I can't take anymore.
You win.
I'm meeting Arthur Garrett
in twenty minutes.
Where?
I'll be right over.
Honey,
I know I said I'd stay, but...
this phone call. I think this is it.
- Is it Mrs. Altera?
- Yeah, she's meeting Garrett in a bar.
I've got to go.
Go on.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Don't bother.
I'll be back.
Don't ever come back...
until you can kiss me like a husband,
till you can love our baby like a father,
till you can put your arms around me
without feeling dirty.
# Now someday you'll be sorry. #
# The way you treated me was wrong. #
# I was the one who taught you
all you know. #
# Your little old friends asked you
to make me sing another song #
# So good luck may be with you. #
# And may your future you won't fear. #
# Dear, There won't be another
to treat you like a brother. #
# Someday you'll be sorry, dear. #
# Look at your mama,
someday you'll be sorry. #
# The way you treated me was wrong. #
# Honey... #
Well?
I don't understand it.
He said he'd be here at eight.
Contact him.
But I promised I'd never call him
at that place.
You're just about to break your promise.
Serg, I can tell by the look
on your face that you want something.
This is easy, Louis.
You know my partner Jake?
Yes, I do.
When you get a minute call him up
and give him that message, will you?
Sure will.
Look, I never told her anything.
How do you know?
You hang around long enough
and you start blabbing
and if you've been blabbing,
you've had it.
Yeah, but she likes me.
She likes you!
Come on.
Yeah?
Who is it?
Hey, Jester.
He's coming to the phone.
Get his address.
Tell him you want to see him.
You know, pour it on.
- It's your broad.
- What?
She wants to talk to you.
Yeah, hi, honey.
Hi, Artie?
What happened to you?
Well, uh...
I had to see a stud at the club.
Oh, well, are you free
to come over now?
Well...
Well, she wants me
to come over there.
Tell her to come here.
- Well, why?
- Maybe she wants to take a swim.
Tell her.
Tell her.
Okay. What's the address?
Oh, wait till I get a pencil.
Okay.
Uh-huh.
He's coming closer.
Soon as he gets to the car,
open the door.
- Hi, Georgia.
- Hi.
All right, hold it.
What do you want with me, cop?
You again!
- He say his name was Arthur Garrett?
- That's right.
You better get...
Anybody know you're here?
Only about forty-four hundred
of my buddies.
No place you can go.
No place you can hide.
They'll dig you out no matter what rat hole
you climb into.
You know, I don't quite go for that.
If your buddies knew you were here,
they'd be crawling all over us by now.
They'll be here.
What about the beagles in the next room?
They don't want to be caged.
They'd fink on their own mothers.
Oh, man, you're hips.
So you think I've got a problem, huh?
Well, we're gonna have our regular
Sunday night hootenanny.
And when the cats are away
then I'm gonna cut out
and give you some personal service.
You wanna know something?
The smart Alecks like junior there
end up in the County jail
but the wise guys, the real smart ones
like you, they make the gas chamber.
Stop it!
Artie, tell him to stop it.
He's crazy as a bed bug.
I'll show you how crazy I am.
No, no, please.
Why don't you leave her alone?
Why didn't you leave me alone?
When it comes to women
you two make a good pair.
Hold it there!
I'm just listening for the beat.
It's coming from outer space
and I'll be right with it.
You watch him.
If he makes a move, holler.
Hey, man, like this is a big drag.
Why don't you give us a beat or something?
- Yeah, man...
- I got a vision!
We're gonna have us a beat hootenanny.
I mean a real beat hootenanny
to beat all beats.
I'm gonna lay it on you.
Crazy!
The earth is nowhere, man.
You're right, daddy.
- I mean, the earth is nowhere!
- Yeah, squaresville.
- I'm going to the moon.
- You know it, you know it.
But not for a day.
I'm going to the moon and stay.
Too much, daddy!
Too much!
Why don't you orbit me, baby?
# The earth is square
and the moon is round. #
# So just orbit me. #
# I'll catch your sound. #
Yeah.
# I'm off to the moon
where I'll make my pad. #
# Come along cool cats
with your moon-bound dad. #
# The earth is square
and the moon is round. #
# So just orbit me,
I'll catch your sound. #
Come on, chicken, lay it on me.
# I'm off to the moon
where I'll make my pad. #
# Come along cool cats... #
- This cat digs statues, man.
Yeah!
# The earth is square
and the moon is round. #
# So just orbit me,
I'll catch your sound. #
# I'm off to the moon
where I'll make my pad. #
# Come along cool cats
with your moon-bound dad. #
# The earth is square
and the moon is round. #
Will you please cut it out!
Shut up, will ya?
I thought you liked me.
You know that I like you.
Look. You're in a real jam.
But you don't have to be.
You don't have to be a pigeon
for that guy.
You can still get out of this.
If you don't to the right thing real quick,
there's going to be a murder.
And you'll be going to the gas chamber
with your boyfriend.
Look, I'm not going to kill anybody.
Come on, untie these ropes.
Don't you understand?
I can't!
He'll kill me.
Artie.
Would you rather be dead with him
or alive with me?
# Let's cut out, cats,
from this dreary drag #
# make that scene up high. #
# We're gonna leave the earth
to the bingo drums
# While we rendez-vous in the sky. #
# I'm off to the moon
where I'll make my pad. #
I got another vision!
Let's take this hootenanny down to the pier
and we'll take off
to the moon from there.
# I've got the real gone nothing blues. #
Oh, don't drag it, man.
Kick it.
# So don't bug me, daddy-o. #
# Cause I'm too hip to fill
your square-cut shoes #
# So don't bug me, bug me, daddy-o. #
# Am I going, am I coming, #
# It doesn't matter where. #
# As long as I'm happy
and completely unsquare. #
# I've got the real gone nothing blues. #
# So don't bug me, daddy-o. #
They got loose, man.
Is this the way you did it, Arthur?
Was it fun?
# I've got the real gone nothing blues,
So don't bug me, daddy-o. #
# Cause I'm too hip to fill your square-cut shoes,
So don't bug me, bug me, daddy-o. #
# I've got the real got nothing blues,
So don't bug me, daddy-o. #
# Cause I'm too hip to fill your square-cut shoes,
So don't bug me, bug me, daddy-o. #
# I'm going, I'm coming... #
We no longer ask for mutation
with the outside world.
We're far out!
The beat is ours and it belongs to us.
Go, go, go, go.
# It belongs to us.
The beat is ours. #
# It belongs to us.
The beat is ours. It belongs to us. #
# We're going to the moon
with everybody trailing us. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# We'll sit up there
and watch the old one die. #
We've got the beach but we need
the man to find the moon.
- We're off to outer space!
- Who's the barbaric Spiff?
- I'm a police officer.
- I'm a fireman.
Look, man,
this cat wants to wrestle.
Me, the king of the wrestlers.
Look, man, I'll show you something new.
A wrestling hootenanny.
# The earth is square
and the moon is round #
# so just orbit me, I'll catch your sound. #
Hey, man, you're not
with this hootenanny, man.
I'm too far out, now listen, cats.
Let's cut up down to the pier.
The scene is now there.
Get your cars and let's go.
Come on, let's make it, huh?
Come on, let's get with it.
Woo, I'm the fireman, wow!
# We're gonna see... #
# Beat, beat, beat, beat #
# Beat, beat, beat, beat #
# We've gotta go. #
# With Daddy-o. #
Oh, man, officer,
what's the speed on the Milky Way?
- Go, man, go!
- Make the scene!
- Crazy, kitten!
Come on, there's no speed limit
on the Milky Way.
Woo, he's orbiting!
# It belongs to us, we're going to the moon
with everybody trailing us.
# Oh, the beat is ours,
it belongs to us. #
# Oh, the beat is ours,
it belongs to us. #
- Man, have you got the beat!
- He's cold like an iceberg!
# We're going to the moon
with everybody tailing us. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
# Are we going to the moon?
Let me tell you why. #
No!
Oh, man, you gotta show me
that toss you had on me.
- Later.
- Don't be a square, daddy-o.
I had you like this, remember?
Now, let's cut to the scene.
But waltz type, so I can keep step.
Where's my car?
Some cat took it shot himself
off to the moon.
You all right?
Look!
Go on! Kill me!
Do you think I'm sorry
about your wife?
- I'd do it again.
- Go on, kill me.
- Kill me!
- Do you think I'm sorry?
I'm glad,
Women are filth.
They're filth!
Get up.
He's a lunatic.
Yeah, he is.
- Like I've... Like I've been.
- What?
Nothing.
It's a beautiful daughter we have.
That's no way to treat your father.