Night Moves Page #3

I was trying to remember what I admired...

Sure picked a funny place for it.

The hell with it. Let's not make|such a big deal out of it, Ellen.

You were screwing around,|got caught.

- Happens all the time.|- Not to us.

- Go tomorrow. One day can't...|- Ellen, either way, I have to go.

Why? So you can pretend|you're solving something?

and prevailing clear weather.

will be falling over south Florida.

Hello.

- Yes?|- This is Tom lverson's place, isn't it?

That's right. He's not here now.|We're closed for the day.

- You got any idea where I can locate him?|- He may be here tomorrow.

- What's it about?|- Wanted to ask him some questions.

You sound like you might be the police.

My name is Harry Moseby.|I'm a private investigator.

Tom's stepdaughter Delly is missing.

Ran away from home. I'm looking for her.

- You got something to verify that?|- Yeah.

- What do you got them for?|- Well, there's a big demand for dolphins.

Lots of people want them.|You'd be surprised.

People buy them|for their swimming pools.

They think it's chic|to have a dolphin for a pet.

Like that craze for baby alligators|in New York years back.

When they got bored, they flushed them.

Now they got a sewage system swarming|with blind, albino, sh*t-eating alligators.

I'm not too sure I believe that.

You one of those|"intent on the truth" types?

Well, I'm not religious about it, but I...

- Delly's here.|- What, now?

- This very minute.|- Where are we going?

Over there. If you wanna swim, it's a mile.|If you wanna follow me, it's six.

I'm burning oil, so I'd stay back.

Okay.

You gonna tell her who you are?

- I don't know. Is she liable to take off?|- Not before she's tried to leave.

She's pretty liberated?

Well, we all get liberated like Delly,|there'll be fighting in the streets.

- Hi.|- Hi.

You been down here before?|Pretty funky.

There's been some great storms.

Feels like everything's gonna blow away.

I really like that feeling, you know?

- How old are you?|- I'm 40.

- You like things to stay the way they are.|- That depends on how they are.

I like things to change no matter what.

Is that Tom?

- It ain't Lindbergh.|- Hey, Delly.

- Here to pick you up.|- Did you tell her?

- I'm here to pick you up.|- No, I...

I thought I'd wait and talk to Tom first.

Hey, we got a visitor.

- Who is it?|- Thanks.

I don't know. Paula brought him.

- Are you gonna take me swimming tonight?|- I don't know.

I wanna go. You said we'd go out.

You thought I was bald, right?

How long you been on the Keys?

- Long enough.|- And you don't like it?

I like the sun.

I'm convalescing.

- What from?|- A terrible childhood.

My father used to blow his nose|with his fingers.

That'll do it every time.

Down here, I'm a good-looking chick.|You don't think so at the moment...

...but stick around.|- Okay. Start them burning.

You mind if I ask what the setup is?

Are you with Tom?

Is Delly hanging it out for Tom?

What are you with all these questions?|You some kind of detective?

You are kind of edgy, aren't you?

It's the heat and the low wages.

- Come on, Delly.|- Give me a ride.

The sailor home from the sea.

Got yourself a drink, Harry.|Good boy.

How about you eat my cheeseburger,|and I'll eat your steak.

Harry, this has gotta be the greatest part|of the world. Damn right.

If I go up on the mainland now,|I get nervous.

I gotta come back down here...

...and put my tank on, go out|and sit for a half an hour.

Just to get my head straight.

- Is there still much smuggling going on?|- Do dogs have fleas?

Cuba's only 90 miles away, and it's getting|closer. There's always a buck to be made.

How are you...

...figured on getting her|to go back?

Oh, it's simple enough.

- There's just one complication.|- What's that?

- You.|- Me? Why?

- You're her stepfather. The cops...|- You're not going to the cops, are you?

- That would be my next move, yeah.|- You don't have to go that far.

- I've come to take her back to Arlene.|- But the cops. My God, she's just a kid.

- She give you any trouble?|- What kind of trouble?

Well, I mean trouble you wouldn't|want the cops to know about.

Well, she...

Harry...

...you're a pretty straight guy.

And I'm gonna tell you...

...I want that kid the hell out of here.

You see, I...

...I get pretty foolish with her, and I...

Well, you've seen her.|God, there ought to be a law.

There is.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm getting you settled in.

Thanks.

Where do you want this?

I borrowed your shirt.

My clothes were wet.

You know, I read in a book once...

...that when a man sits in a chair like that,|he's afraid of women.

That sounds reasonable enough to me.

Is chess hard to learn?

It isn't easy, believe me.

- I brought you some ice.|- Thanks.

- Want a drink?|- Sure.

Mind if I use your shower?|Mine doesn't work so good.

Be my guest.

Pour another.

Did she offer you the key to the city?

Well, no. It was...

...more like a sightseeing tour.

How do you resist?

Oh, I just think good, clean thoughts,|like Thanksgiving...

...George Washington's teeth.

- You beating yourself?|- That's from a game played in 1922.

- Do you play?|- I know the moves.

Black had a mate, didn't see it.

Queen sacrifice.

And three little knight moves.

Check.

Check.

Check.

Oh, that's nice.

I'll bring your shirt back|in the morning, okay?

Okay.

Show me that again.

- It's a beauty.|- Yeah.

But he didn't see it.

He played something else, and he lost.

Must have regretted it every day|of his life. I know I would have.

I do regret it, and I wasn't even born yet.

That's no excuse.

You guys have to get down.|See you tomorrow.

- Did you come to get your shirt back?|- No, no.

No, I came to tell you that I'm a|private detective hired by your mother.

To take you back to L.A.

Are you kidding?

No, I'm not.

Well, you can forget it.

I am not going back to that b*tch!

- You don't have much choice.|- Go screw yourself.

Delly, you're either gonna go back to L.A.|with me or I'll turn you over to the cops...

- Hey, Delly, what's wrong?|- This old pervert keeps flashing on me.

Go away, you f***ing bounty hunter.|You're not gonna earn anything off of me.

Kill that son of a b*tch, John.

She doesn't want me.

It's the money.

I know Arlene...

...and so does Tom.

He hates her as much as I do!

He's my stepfather, and unless he says so,|I'm not going back.

- Where's Tom?|- Gone out on a charter.

- When will he be back? You know?|- He gassed up for the whole day. Why?

I wanna get Delly...

...on a flight to L.A. today.|- Not unless Tom says I have to.

Delly, I know what he's gonna...

Paula, did you know that|son of a b*tch was a detective?

Oh, well, what the hell?

Who's in such a hurry anyway, right?

Right.

Tom! You're not gonna make me|go back to Arlene, are you?

Why didn't anybody tell me?

There ain't nothing|I can do about it.

- Screw Arlene.|- You gotta go back with him.

Bullshit.

Hi, Moseby.

Good. Do I need that.

- Take Delly out swimming tonight, will you?|- Yeah, sure.

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