Night Moves Page #5

- You're really giving up the business?|- Well, it looks like it.

How you been?

More lousy than fine.

Yeah.

You're different.

Am I?

How?

You seem very remote.

No, I was just thinking about...

...things.

Anybody I know?

No.

Not even anybody I know.

My old man.

Was he really so unlike you?

- When you met him?|- I never met him.

But I thought you stayed with him.|You told me. For a week.

Well, you know, I was really|pretty proud of myself.

The way I tracked him down.

I followed all the clues.

Followed him from job to job, city to city.

I finally found him in Baltimore.

Some rooming house on Hibiscus Avenue.

Went up to the door.|There was a little card there.

Had his name on it.

Somebody pointed him out to me.

He was in a park on a bench,|sitting there. Just a little old guy...

...reading the funny pages|out of the paper.

Mouthing the words with his lips.

I just sat there for a while and watched|and then went away.

Why did you never tell me this?

I don't know. It was something|I wasn't very proud of.

Hey.

Standing 6 feet away from my father|and then just walking away.

Trouble is, after the first 6 feet...

...it's hard to tell whether or not|you're jumping or you're falling.

We've taken a long time to get this far.

I don't wanna pour it all away.

Please.

Please.

Harry!

- Darling.|- What is it?

That girl you brought from Florida,|what was her name?

Delly Grastner. Why?

I just heard on the radio. She's dead.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

Okay, roll it, please.

You know, this wasn't even a stunt.

It was some silly-ass Keystone Kop gag.

The green car.

That's Delly and me.

Stunt.

We didn't kill a goddamn chicken.

That's the B camera.|Another angle, same stuff.

- Is that Quentin?|- Sure. We had trouble under the car.

Muffler or something,|and he went and fixed it.

What is that camera there?

Oh, that's some cockamamie student|16 mm documentary or something.

That's Delly and me again.

It was around that corner that it...

It was so simple.

Is there any other film on the accident?

Yeah. Yeah, the kid's got some part of it.

I'll have them roll it for you.|I don't wanna see it.

Will you roll the 16, please?

Yeah, I can understand why|you didn't wanna see it.

Well, it just reruns itself|in here anyway, so...

Look, Joey...

...could Quentin have...?|Forget why he'd want to.

Could he have futzed that car?

- You mean when he was underneath?|- Any time.

No, I don't see it.

Look, Harry, I did it.

I was the driver.

Some f***ing driver.

Harry, the thing is...

...the kid seemed so much better|when she came back.

Like she...

Like she got it all together more.

- Did you notice that?|- No.

No, I...

I never saw her after I brought her back.|I had a call from her...

...but I wasn't in.

Hey.

Hey, Joey.

Look.

Take it easy, huh?

You're lucky you didn't get|wiped out with her.

That's not the way it happens.

You heard.

That's right, Mrs. Iverson.

I heard.

That why you're in mourning?

Get out of here, you son of a...

- You get it all here, don't you?|- What?

You get it all.

What's that mean?

That's supposed to mean|I don't like you, Mrs. Iverson.

Delly never had a chance|with you as her mother.

She was on a downhill slide|right from the start.

So I'm not grief-stricken.

What does that make me?

You know, Delly isn't the only kid|who ever had it rough.

When I was her age...

...I was down on my knees|to half the men in this town.

I'm sorry the poor little b*tch is dead.

And when the time comes,|I'll cry for her...

...but you won't be around to see it,|Mr. Smart-Ass-Moseby.

So...

Out.

Out!

- What?|- What happened to her, Quentin?

It was an accident. I was there.

- Damn right.|- What do you want, Moseby?

Somebody murdered her.

Who?

I don't know. The only one that gets|anything out of Delly dying is Arlene.

- How? Who helped her?|- You're crazy. I don't know.

Why were you there|when Delly got home?

I told you. Delly called from the airport...

- What was so important?|- That was about Ellman.

- The stuntman?|- Didn't she tell you?

What about him?

She didn't tell me anything.

It was Ellman in the plane|on the bottom.

Wait a minute.

- That was Marv Ellman?|- Yes.

Well, why didn't she tell me?|I was right there.

She figured you did it.|You futzed the plane!

She thought I had it in for him. I didn't.

I saw you underneath the car.

- What would I wanna kill Delly for?|- She figured out you killed Ellman.

- Marv Ellman dead...?|- I called Florida.

Goddamn it. They never reported the plane|to the Coast Guard. Why?

I still can't get over it.

He was crazy, but he was a hell of a guy.

Does Tom lverson know Quentin?

Yeah, yeah, sure. They both been into stunt|gags for years now. Sure, Tom knows him.

There's no other explanation.|Quentin is in with lverson.

They didn't report the plane in the water.|Ellman's plane, your car, two dead:

- Quentin.|- I still don't see the connection.

- My bet is he's in Florida with Tom.|- Let me know, huh, Harry?

I hate airports.

I'll be back no later than Friday.

There's something wrong,|and I can figure it out.

- Then tell the police what you know.|- Oh, God.

Decided not to.

- I don't think this is gonna solve everything.|- But if you didn't go...

Now, look, I know you've been alone a lot,|even when I was around.

And I know when you get...

When we get like that,|we reach out for other people.

Marty was a distress signal.

- You were passing by at the time.|- I didn't mean just you.

I know what you didn't mean.

You're gonna miss your plane.

If you don't go now, you can't come back.

the winds continue south by southwest...

... changing to southerly by morning.

and rising.

The correct temperature is 79 degrees.

in the low 80s.

Service reports developing...

Okay, Paula, let's go.

Hello, Harry.

You killed Quentin, didn't you, Tom?

Pain in the ass. Pushing around, threatened|to go to the Coast Guard about Ellman.

He wouldn't believe it was an accident.|Talking about Delly, the cops.

Watch the propeller!

Goddamn fools!

Tom! No!

Jesus!

You're ridiculous!

Cut it out. That's enough.

Oh, my God! Tom!

He's still breathing.

If you want him dead so much,|why don't you come on and kill him?

F***ing fools. Hit! Hit! Hit!

What the hell is going on?|I wanna know.

- Don't we all, Harry!|- Cut that out.

I've been listening|to your Ping-Pong talk long enough.

What was in Marv Ellman's plane? Drugs?

- Was it drugs?|- No! No drugs.

Something from the Yucatn...

...some piece of junk worth half a million,|according to Tom.

They'd been flying it in, piece by piece. The|crazy bastards had been at it for months.

It's crazy. The whole thing. Crazy.

- Where is this half a million dollars' worth?|- It's out there!

Over the shells,|out past where we found the plane.

All right, come on. Let's go.

You mean you're gonna solve the case|and find the booty?

That's right.

Can you dive 80 feet?

No.

Then you're lucky to have me with you,|aren't you?

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