Tentacoli
- Year:
- 1977
- 19 Views
That was the wrong cab.
I want cab number 4-0-4.
Okay, one more for you, 4-0-4.
The market at 7701 El Cajon Blvd.,
going up to 88.
No, 7701 El Cajon Blvd.
7701 El Cajon Blvd.
7-5-0, the billiard
down on 1106 Broadway.
Down at 306.
Couldn't get it, sir.
Number... number 623.
The High Bar's Lobby.
That number is 757.
You want to know how to get there?
From where?
It'll cost you about 6 to 6.50, sir.
Right on top
of the Paramount Hill.
North of... just south of Balboa
and Paramount Drive.
About $6.00
6-5-4.
Cancel. I'm at a Vons.
I'll take to the right.
Can't stand, uh...
C-4.
4-10.
5-2-2, 1907 Columbia, number 3.
Would you take me
about two miles down the road?
- Right near the drive-in?
- Okay.
5-0-3.
4-3-6.
I could get him. 5-4-2.
No, it's 5-4-7.
Mercy Hospital Emergency for Mauricio.
4-4-5.
Does Billy like his new rattle?
Listen. Isn't that nice?
Mommy'll buy you
a new one for your birthday.
And we'll invite
all your little friends, won't we?
Make a patty-cake for mommy.
Can you patty-cake for me?
I'll do it for you.
Do the keys. Do the keys.
Billy can do it.
Billy can go "click click," can't he?
Billy can.
Don't put that
in your mouth, darling.
We're gonna have lunch
in a few minutes.
We'll have carrots, celery,
and a little apple juice, all right?
You'd like that, hmm?
Susan? Hi!
- Hi!
- How are you?
Look out.
Where'd you disappear to?
Burt and I went up to see
his family in Santa Barbara.
You could've called.
We were worried.
I kept trying, but you're never at home.
What do you do with yourself?
I know, Ruth.
We've been so busy.
Jack got a raise
and we're going to move.
Really? Don't go too far away.
No, I hope we find one soon.
I'm exhausted.
Don't worry, You'll be moved in
before you know it.
We'd better be!
Jack and I are tired of looking.
And how's the little fatso?
He's fine. I was
just taking him home for lunch.
- Why don't you come along with us?
- I'd love to, but I gotta rush.
I'm meeting Burt. Look, let's
get together next week, okay?
But... but where is he?
No... Billy!
This is the Codfish
calling the Coast Guard station.
Coast Guard, what is
the weather forecast and prediction?
All right.
Okay, thank you, Coast Guard.
Codfish over and out.
Hey, watch it!
You're gonna fall off
one of these days!
Did you hear me?
What's the weather report?
Can we sail tomorrow?
We'll sail when I'm through here.
Did you clean that engine?
I wanna get something to eat first.
Want a sandwich?
- Not now.
- Whatever you say.
Don't you ever think about eating?
Where'd you get
that belly from? Beer?
Somebody else worries about me.
Bill?
My God!
You're gonna tell me Rosie White
kisses better than I do?
You bet your life she does.
And so does Sallie Oppenheimer.
Look, even that freaky Melinda Gomez
kisses better than you.
That creep? Are you kidding?
She's a weirdo.
But no French kissing,
you promise?
You know I can't control myself.
I hate that!
What do you mean, you hate it?
You're hurting me!
I'll tell all the other guys.
You'll never get another date!
That's my fishing rod!
It's Bill.
I saw him this morning.
He was a man then.
That's a skeleton.
What the hell happened to him?
The medical examiner will tell us.
In the meantime, let's not
be guessing out loud too much.
There's people
upset enough as it is.
So much for talking out loud.
Here comes Ned Turner.
I was looking at what's left
of the Hopkins baby
when they told me there'd been
a second freak accident within the hour.
That's right.
Who's under the tarp?
Bill Sullivan... I think.
May I take a look?
Be my guest.
I suggest you take
a deep breath first.
Jesus H. Christ.
Stripped to the bone.
- Skeleton.
- Well?
- Well, what?
- Got any answers?
I don't even know
where to start asking questions.
That tunnel they're building
in the harbor...
they're using equipment
Buck Rogers couldn't dream up.
Like a big mobile tube that sucks
its way right through the ocean floor.
Passes up loose rocks
and tosses them out behind.
Maybe Bill got poured down
into one of them.
And the baby?
Yeah, what about the baby?
It wasn't anyplace near the tunnel sight.
Christ only knows.
Turner, do me a favor, will you?
Don't play up the sensational stuff
when you write your story.
Don't say,
"mysterious circumstances,"
and "strange occurrences," huh?
Just very simple.
"Cause of death unknown." all right?
We get rumors started.
I'm gonna have wall to wall people.
Then we'll never get
to the bottom of what happened.
"What happened"?
What's happening.
If you want my opinion,
we're in for a nightmare.
Ned? Ned!
What are you doing?
Why are all the lights on?
What did you do...
work all night?
Come on, didn't mama tell you
that was bad for your eyes?
And she told you
to stay away from candy.
What do you mean candy,
little brother?
This isn't candy. It's passion.
And whom
did you seduce last night?
Frank Leonetti.
You know, the bartender
who works where Christine works.
He's so young and beautiful
and so Italian.
Aren't you ever
gonna slow down?
Never.
Maybe when my hair
has turned to silver like yours.
But that could never happen.
Listen, how about a Bloody Mary?
No, it's too late
or too early or something.
You know...
- Frank has got a sister...
- Frank's got two sisters.
One's uglier than the other.
All right. You know,
I was just mentioning it.
I'm not asking you to marry them.
Why does it seem as though we had
this conversation 40 years ago?
'Cause we did.
We did, in this very house.
In this room.
Behind this sofa. Remember?
In whispers,
so Ma and Pa wouldn't hear us?
You suppose
they can hear us now?
Maybe.
If they can, they'd be happy
because we still try
to take care of each other.
And after all the marriages
and divorces and catastrophes...
we're still kind of a family.
Ned, did you have a rough night?
Kind of.
What are you working on?
Looking for answers that don't seem
to be in any of those books in there.
Yeah? Answers to what?
What's happening on that ocean floor.
Where's Tommy?
I haven't seen him yet.
He's usually about
and starving at this hour.
You know, I remember
when you were just about his age,
mama used to say you ate
one meal a day... all day long,
Boy, am I starved!
I'm gonna make breakfast.
No, no, no.
You're not gonna make breakfast.
You'll wreck the kitchen.
I'll do it.
Get Corey for me.
Corey?
Yes, yes.
I know about the test.
That's not what I'm calling about.
Be at my house at 12:00 sharp.
Yes, today.
To hell with the test.
Just be here.
Why do I have I read about what's
going on in my own company
in the morning paper?
Well, Ned Turner
was around asking questions, but...
What kind of questions?
About our underwater test.
What's his interest?
Just curiosity, I guess.
Something different to write about.
Why didn't you refer him to me?
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