Catchfire Page #2

Man:
Well, the problem is

she got away from the cops.

If they hadn't let her slip,

she'd be... how shall I put it?

Dead... that's how she'd be.

She'd be dead.

The stupid cops, you know.

I understand there was

another opportunity.

We got her boyfriend.

( Iaughing ) That kills me.

( Iaughing )

Mr. Avoca talk to you

about my extending my franchise?

Yeah, how much

did this thing cost?

When are you gonna smarten up?

That's an investment.

When the broad dies,

the price goes through the roof.

- Eh!

- Never learn.

Anything... anything you want.

All I want is information.

How cold is the trail?

30 hours. 30 f***ing hours.

I think we should stop

and go get some food.

I hate Carelli, man. I hate him.

Aren't you hungry? Have you

ever been to In-N-Out Burger?

There's something... there's something

we haven't thought of yet.

Can't think on an empty stomach.

How do we find her?

Carelli:
Hey, Milo,

what do you think?

Huh? They got a view.

They got the bay.

They got an upstairs.

You find me that rag,

take care of her for me,

I can get you a f***ing boat.

What do you think?

Can you work here all right,

Mr. Milo?

Yeah, I...

By noon tomorrow, I need...

a list of names,

addresses of her friends,

phone numbers, relatives.

I need... I need

a phone company insider

to find out

if any of them received

any long-distance phone calls.

And I need three computers,

cross-referencing

birth certificate duplicates,

Social Security applications.

New... last two days.

Uh...

If I can think of anything else,

I'll ask for it when I need it.

Simple.

My man John Luponi will get you

anything you need. Huh, John?

He's my lawyer.

Who's the heat in this?

It's a prosecutor

from the Justice Department.

Name's Pauling.

Pauling's in love

with Mr. Carelli.

Milo:
That's good.

Passion's a hard thing

to conceal.

"Passion's

a hard thing to conceal."

( horn blowing ) -

( gulls squawking )

( distant dog barking )

( phone ringing )

Yeah?

Luponi:
My client is beginning

to get nervous, Mr. Milo.

Yeah, I don't blame him. Mr. Avoca

would like to see this cleaned up too.

I'll get her. May take me a while.

I'll get her.

( Saxophone playing )

We're gonna be all night

with this lipstick thing.

We really need

a strong, clean tagline.

Something like:

"The ultimate driving machine,"

only for lipstick.

How about you?

You got any ideas or what?

I might have an idea.

You gotta get out

of my department.

You've been here almost two months.

Her trail is cold.

Anne Benton is probably dead.

Oh, yeah? How come Carelli's

still looking for her, huh?

Huh? I've got it narrowed down

to three cities.

She's either in Houston,

Seattle or Washington, D.C.

If I know that,

the mob knows it too.

Milo:
Art.

"Its digital aspect"

is concerned with references

exterior to the concept

as well as the con-cept.

Good conceptual art

is concerned

with just the con-cept.

The known, an unknown,

an unknown, a known, an unknown

is known and then known.

That which is not known

and then known is known

"and then known

and unknown and on."

What the f*** am I doing?

Conceptual art.

( Muttering )

Little broad here.

Here, the chick.

Hey, you're looking good, Liza.

Huh?

"Protect me from what I want.

Protect me from what I want."

That's one of hers.

"Protect me from what I want.

Protect me..."

Oh, I got you.

You know, Margaret,

it's kind of like being a baby

and being born into the world.

If you're alive that day,

that's a success.

Well, that's all

I've got to say for now.

( Sighs )

Don't worry about me.

Everything's going to be fine.

( Beeps )

Pauling:
Anne Benton!

Anne Benton?

It's her!

Woman over P.A.:

Attention, golfers!

Don't forget,

this is twofer day!

Two hot dogs, two soft

drinks for the price of one.

Just take your men

around that way.

( Woman over P.A. continues )

( children laughing )

The two of you,

get across that bridge.

Hey, go!

Someone over there.

Woman over P.A.:
See you there!

( Grunts )

Oh!

( Panting )

( child calling out )

Woman over P.A.:

Your attention, please.

We have a little lost girl

at the drink counter.

Goddamn son of a b*tch!

I can't believe this.

You guys are supposed to be

the best in the world

- and you can't even find... ah!

- ( static over radio )

( distant train whistle

blowing )

( blowing )

( saxophone wailing )

( bouncing )

( crossing signal dinging )

Anne:
Hi, Margaret.

I've had to move again.

I traveled the last two days.

I'm tired.

An old art teacher of mine

has a place for me to stay.

I can't tell you where I am,

but I'll keep in touch.

I left the back-door key

under the mat.

You'll leave it there too.

Uh, I don't know what I did

with the front-door key.

This place belongs to a loony

art collector from El Paso.

He never comes up here. He just ships

this stuff up from time to time

and I'm supposed to

house-sit all this.

Water the plants, pick up the mail.

I'll be back in a few weeks.

I just gotta get out

of this city for a while.

There's a very nice bedroom

right up those stairs.

You'll be real comfortable here.

( Chain saw revving )

I haven't seen Anne Benton

in a long time.

Our forms aren't

exactly simpatico.

Who did you say

you were working for?

Oh, I work for Bank of America.

I need 100 pieces for lobbies

up and down the state here.

I really need to talk to Anne.

For banks, Anne's stuff ain't any good.

It's too distracting.

Too literal. Gets in the

way of business as usual.

You need something less

threatening, more abstract.

My friend Laddie Dill,

he works in concrete.

Yeah, I used to work

in concrete too.

Shoes.

Oh, I...

F***in' artists.

Pinella, if I see you again,

you're dead.

And pay this.

Where the f*** do you

think we are, 42nd Street?

You see other people out here

dressed like we are? Huh?

No, not really.

- Well, then get in the f***ing car!

- Okay.

Get in the f***ing car.

Just take it easy. Milo?

- Have a nice day, Milo.

- Get in the f***ing car.

Hey, Margaret.

It's me, I guess.

( Sighs ) I haven't been able to

get away from my work these days.

Busy, busy girl.

I've been thinking

about my friends.

Thinking about you.

( Brakes squeal )

What you lookin' at?

Oh, it's a picture of... see, it's the

same place as there, the church.

Oh, God, it is. Who is that?

Uh, Georgia O'Keeffe.

Oh, I know her.

She's the... she's the one

who paints those flowers

- that look like genitalia, right?

- That's it, you got it.

They're pretty, though.

I like 'em.

God, this is something else.

Must be scared riding around

in this thing, no?

Oh, why? ( Imitates explosion )

Exploding?

I kind of like it, actually.

You know?

I mean, we make great time.

Never get stopped.

Everybody gets out of our way.

Sh*t, we'll be in Canada

in two days.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- That's far away.

- Well...

Look, maybe you

could do me a favor.

I got this envelope. Maybe you could

mail this when you get to Canada?

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