Night Moves Page #2

- Are we gonna talk?|- It's your ball. Run with it.

Oh, don't start with the sporting|metaphors. I couldn't stand that.

This isn't something we can|pretend doesn't involve you.

What is this "we" bullshit?

I didn't get caught f***ing Marty Heller.

- Why did you go to him before me?|- Because I didn't wanna be lied to.

How do you know I would've lied?

Been doing a pretty good job of it so far.

Why didn't you come up to me outside|the movies when you saw me with Marty?

That would have really been terrific.

I stand there while you introduce him|as some client or some friend of Charles.

- Beautiful.|- But then when I came home...

...then you wanted to trap me,|make me incriminate myself.

Then you could get the evidence,|like I was one of your divorce cases.

A wonder you didn't|photograph the bed.

You're really prime, Ellen.|You know that?

- I catch you, and you attack my lifestyle?|- Your lifestyle has nothing to do with it!

What is it, for God's sake?|A private eye? It's a joke.

- At least the job Nick offered you had...|- I don't want Nick's f***ing job!

Any more than I want your job.

- I like doing what I'm doing.|- Doing what?

People ask you to do boring,|trivial things, and you do them...

...as if that were...|Oh, turn that thing off.

I can't hear myself think.

Lucky you.

Harry...

If you'd asked me, I would've told you.

Yeah?

Yeah. Well...

...we won't know now, will we?

Keep it coming, Marv.

Leave the cars.

Get the bag up good and high.|Keep firing in the police car.

- Get away from the smoke!|- Hit your smoke.

Crazy son of a b*tch, fly that plane.

Beautiful, Marv.

- That's pretty good.|- Okay. Very good, boys.

Okay. We got it.|How was that? Okay for you?

How's that for you, Alan?

- Hey, he flies good.|- He does everything like that.

Guys like Marv make me feel old.|Well, I am old.

I'd say we saw the same movie.

Hey, aren't you the Harry Moseby|who played ball for Oakland?

Yeah. I saw you in the Pro Bowl.|What year was it, now, '64?

Sixty-three. Yeah, we lost 17-21.

Yeah, yeah. You made the interception|against that big running back.

- What was his name again?|- Willie Hazel.

- Big, big mother. It was a great move.|- Yeah, it stuck pretty good.

One of these days, Ellman. Up yours!

She hung around for about a week.|Wouldn't you say, Joey?

- It just seemed longer.|- He didn't approve.

Delly has had it rough enough.|She needs you like she needs a third leg.

- Same again?|- Joey's okay.

Except he likes|to play Delly's daddy.

See, the thing is...

...me and Arlene, we got it on|together a couple of times.

There's nothing like having|a mother and a daughter.

Gives you sort of a kind of perspective.

Know what I mean?

- What about the guy? Quentin?|- Oh, that weirdo.

He's a magic mechanic,|all right, but he's a freak.

He got pissed because Delly was turning|on to me. Tells me to stay away.

Next thing I know, he throws a punch.

I knocked him down a couple of times.|Joey came in and rescued him.

I was telling Harry about the fight.

Kid should've had|a wrench to even things up.

- She say where she was going?|- Nope. Just lit out.

Didn't even thank me.

Well, if that's it...

...there's a little lady over at the bar|needs a fella like me to buy her a drink.

See you, Har.

He'd f*** a woodpile|on a chance there was a snake in it.

Hell, it ain't easy, Harry.

I know Arlene from way back|when she was married to Tom.

And I watched that Delly grow up|from squirming around on guys' laps to...

...well, studs like that Marv, there.

And it ain't the most|cheerful thing I ever saw.

You think Delly knew that Marv|and her mother were making it?

A blind man on a galloping horse|would've known.

Arlene ain't Lillian Gish.

- Oh, hey.|- I'm sorry.

You don't mind having your drink spilled|by a sweet little ass like that.

Hey, listen, what were you drinking?|Here, let me buy you one.

You tell me.

Is that rye?

- It's water. The same for my friend here.|- Yes, sir.

Sh*t! Would you believe me,|letting a kid like that get through to me?

Some days, you know.

Hey, kid. It's okay. Okay.

I've been doing this thing|most of my life...

...and all I got to show for it|is the muscle in my arm, my camper...

...and two ex-wives who wait|for the postman every month...

...like it was the Second Coming.

The world is getting smaller,|the kids are getting younger...

...and I am getting drunk.

- You can sleep in my camper. I got room.|- Thanks. I'll take you up on that.

- I'll see you, Joey. Thanks a lot.|- On your way, huh?

What's Quentin doing here?

We ran into some trouble|on the stunt plane.

What is it with Ellman?

He drives this thing|like it was a truck.

The brakes are gone,|I had to change one of the tires.

- It has chips on the prop.|- Hi, Quentin.

- Well?|- How long will it take you to get it flying?

- For Marv? Right now.|- Sh*t.

Gotta keep him and Marv apart...

...and still finish the gags on this picture...|- You think you got troubles?

I gotta go back|and see the black widow.

- Keep your legs crossed.|- You ever see Tom lverson?

It's been about a year, year and a half.

Last I heard, he was taking tourists|down the Colorado River on rafts.

He's another guy that can only do|one thing, and that has gotta be crazy.

- We ought to have reunions.|- See you back in the smog.

Let's take in a ball game|when you get back to the city.

- Caught me in my bath.|- I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all right.

You could've joined me.|It's a big bath.

Maybe some other time|when I'm feeling really dirty.

I ran into a friend of yours|down in New Mexico.

- Oh, really? Who's that?|- Marv Ellman.

Oh, how's Marv?

- Where do you know him from?|- Around the house.

In the bath.

One of the stunt guys. Used to hang|around when I was married to Tom.

Was Delly around then?

- She was just a kid.|- How much of a kid?

Oh, I don't know, 11, 12.

And she was jealous|of every one of them.

All right, what's it all about?

Delly had one of your scenes|with Marv in New Mexico.

- That dirty son of a b*tch.|- Where's Tom lverson?

Tom? What's...?|What's Tom got to do with it?

I think maybe she's trying|to even up the score.

I don't know. The last I heard...

...he was running some dumb|charter boat down in the Florida Keys.

How long ago?

Six months.

Would Delly have any way|of knowing that?

I might've mentioned it. l...

My guess is that I should go down there.

You're gonna go all the way|to Florida on a guess.

No. I'm gonna fly all the way to Florida|on your money, Mrs. Iverson.

That's up to you.

Go ahead.

- You said you'd wait.|- Had to stop by the office.

- Straight to the airport?|- Plane leaves at 11.

- You just got back this morning.|- The girl I'm looking for may be down there.

Couldn't that wait a day|so we could talk?

I can't work up|much enthusiasm for talking...

...after hearing it all|played back through Marty.

Why'd you have to talk to...?|About my father? All that?

I was trying to describe you|to myself, not to him.

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