Night Moves

It's Nick, babe. I got one for you, Har.

and not one of our computers.

It's a lady called Arlene Iverson.

Looking to get her daughter home.

in the movies. Maybe you remember.

I'll give you what stuff we have on Arlene.

Bye-bye, poops.

Where's my old lady?

Your old lady's in the office.

Be careful, that's ivory.

Good hands.

It's too late now, Mr. Ibez.|It has been too late since Monday.

Look, let's just forget the whole thing.|Past, present and future.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

What brings you across the tracks?

Oh, I just have to go visit|one of the beautiful people.

How'd you get to meet|one of the beautiful people?

It's one of Nick's handouts.

Have you had any second thoughts|about joining his agency?

Yeah. That's not an agency.|That's a information factory.

I'd go bananas there in one week.

- Can I get some cash?|- Yeah, it's right there.

You gonna be late tonight?

Oh, I don't know. Why?

My Night at Maud's.

- Wanna come?|- I don't think so.

I saw a Rohmer film once.|It was kind of like watching paint dry.

- Shall I come back?|- No.

- Is she taking it?|- She wants to see it in place.

Charles.

When are we going bowling again?

You get some weird satisfaction|from this sort of thing, don't you?

Are you the kind of detective|who, once you get on a case...

...nothing can get you off it?|Bribes, beatings.

- The allure of a woman...|- That was true in the old days.

Before we had a union.

My daughter Delly...|Or would you believe Delilah?

My husband was a film producer|who wanted to produce biblical epics.

- Well, she's gone.|- How long gone?

Two weeks. I'm used to her staying|out nights. At first I didn't worry.

How old is she?

Sixteen.

You got any idea what she does|with her spare time or...?

Oh, yeah. She...|She hangs out with freaks.

She smokes marijuana.

Gets laid, I daresay.

Do you have a name for any of these|freaks that she hangs out with?

Yeah. A creep called Quentin.

I called him, and he told me|Delly had left town.

Told me not to bother him and hung up.

Well.

Do you have an address for Quentin?

- Yeah.|- And I'll need a picture of Delly.

Preferably one taken in natural light.

This is my second husband,|Tom lverson. The bum.

The only thing I got|out of him was a new name.

That's after I quit acting.

Did you ever see me in anything?

I was never big, not really big.

There were a lot like me.

You know, studio premieres,|studio romances, not much talent.

I got lucky. I grabbed off|one of the big guns, Irving Grastner.

Oh, I had lovely tits.|Even if I do say so myself.

They're sitting|on a little bit of silicone now...

...but when they were up for grabs,|they were really something special.

Delly didn't do so bad, either.

All right. Go find her.

Well, let's say 125 a day|and legitimate expenses.

You can get cheaper.

Can I get better?

You're hired.

For them that don't have football,|there's always religion. You ever miss it?

No, not a bit.

You ought to get money into those.|They're appreciating faster than real estate.

Now that the Mexicans got their backs|up about their art being ripped off.

Excuse me. I hate to tell you|what this little piece of crap is worth.

Don't you like them, Har?

If they didn't all remind me|of Alex Karras.

Yeah, here it is.

- The tape on Arlene. She likes big guys...|- That ever buy you anything?

Hey, Arlene and me go way back.

Arlene Iverson.

Maiden name, Carson. Age, 45.

October 3rd, 1927.

Discharge bankrupted in '33.

Died '35, self-inflicted gunshot.

did not complete curriculum.

Enrolled Lee Spellman's acting studio.

to Universal Studios, '46.

'46 and '49, all minor roles.

Married Irving Grastner in '49.

for husband's production company.

Daughter Delilah, born '57.

Grounds, mental cruelty.

on grounds of adultery...

Thomas Iverson.

Custody of child awarded to subject.

Grastner set up trust fund for daughter.

securities and property...

... yielding approximately 30,000 per year.

so long as she retains custody of daughter.

Grastner died in '64.

Arlene Iverson.

All assets to daughter on 25th birthday.

silicone, Myerson clinic, '61.

following removal of ovarian cyst.

May '70, after auto accident.

admission result of bodily assault...

from second husband, Iverson.

Hi. Anybody home?

Yeah. Up here.

Why don't you watch it downstairs?|That thing will kill your eyes.

- Who's winning?|- Nobody.

One side's just losing|slower than the other.

What's wrong? You have a hard day?

How was the movie?

Pretty arty.

Did Charles like it?

He thought it was yummy.|We had a bite to eat afterwards.

Can you come downstairs|and watch the game?

Yeah, I'll be down in a minute.

Harry?

I'm gonna make some cocoa.|You want a cup?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Hey, Quentin?

- Are you Quentin?|- Who's looking for him?

Moseby Confidential.

What kind of bullshit name is that?

It's not so hot. At least it doesn't|have an eye printed on the card.

I'm looking for Delly Grastner.

Delly isn't around here anymore.

You got any idea where she could be?

Is she visiting friends? Is she meditating?|Did she join a commune?

Delly's idea of a commune|is her and the guy on top of her.

- When's the last time you saw her?|- Screw off, mister.

- Hey! What is this?|- What happened to your face?

- I won second prize in a fight.|- Where's the last place you saw Delly?

- In New Mexico.|- Easy.

I went down there on a job.|A movie location.

For Warner Bros.|Delly went with me.

There was a guy. One of the stuntmen.|Delly hit on him.

- When I left, she stayed on.|- What was the stuntman's name?

Marv Ellman.

Is he the one you had the fight with?

- Any message if I run into Delly?|- Just be driving a truck.

They really get to you, don't they?

Can I help you with that?

I can manage.

I'm going your way.

What is this?

I'm Ellen's husband.

I'm not surprised.

I thought Ellen|would tell you, sooner or later.

Why?

That's the way she is.

She didn't tell me.

I saw you coming out of a movie.

- How'd she take it?|- I haven't spoken to her.

You haven't spoken to her?|What's this about?

- I wanna know what I walked into.|- Ask your wife.

Hey.

Let's pretend I'm asking you.

How serious is it?

You and Ellen, huh?

For me, it's not too serious.

For Ellen, ask her. I'd be guessing.

It seems to me|you're the one it's serious for.

I'm beginning|to get you in focus, Moseby.

You know, Ellen talks a lot about you.

About the kind of guy you are.

- I didn't come to talk about me.|- A great athlete. But you're different.

- You're sensitive.|- Let's stick with you and Ellen.

How you were left by your parents|and brought up by relatives...

Knock off the goddamn crap.

- I don't wanna know what she told you.|- It's a clue.

Isn't that what you do, look for clues?|Didn't you track down your parents?

- Mr. Tracer-of-Lost-Persons?|- Don't swing on it.

You weren't trailing Ellen|when you saw us?

Take a swing at me|the way Sam Spade would.

Why didn't you come to me?

I wanted to see what he looked like.

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