Tony Rome Page #5

You're on your way home.

Again.

Listen, I think we better

get something straight.

Next time you decide

to go out on a drunk...

why don't you pick

a nice, comfortable gutter?

I wasn't drunk.

I got sleepy.

Uh-huh.

Bottle sleepy.

I was upset about something.

I had to see you.

If it's about Ann Archer

and your husband, you can forget it.

I can take her

off the market, no charge.

Home.

Nice boat.

I'm glad you think

it's a nice boat.

Some people think

it's a motel.

Good morning, Daddy.

- Easy, baby. You all right? Yeah?

- I'm all right.

- Yeah.

- Rita, take Diana inside the house.

Please, Rita.

I don't understand what's happening

to that kid of mine.

I got another little item you might have

trouble understanding.

Your wife and daughter got some jewelry

worth about a half a million, right?

Right.

My hunch is there ain't

enough real stones in that stuff...

to buy yourself

a morning paper.

What are you, crazy?

Have it appraised.

Well, who could have

done it?

It's one thing you can't blame

on Lyndon Johnson.

Well, nobody in my family.

You think maybe

it was a passing tramp?

My son-in-law?

No, he wouldn't jeopardize his future.

Nah! He's vice president

of my company.

He started out

as a vice president?

Yeah. Well...

What could I do? You know what he was

when my daughter first met him?

An assistant tennis pro.

He wasn't even a pro.

An assistant.

- Then that leaves your wife or your daughter.

- They had no reason.

Well, people take up hobbies.

Maybe they took to betting horses.

Another nice hobby

for women is men.

- Rome, you're gettin' out of line.

- Now wait a minute.

Before you come out swinging, let me tell you

something. Nobody steals to do nice things.

You name it, and they'll steal for it...

narcotics, blackmail, sex.

Nobody steals

to build hospitals.

You know a guy

named Catleg?

- No.

- Nimmo?

- No.

- You sure?

Nimmo?

Now wait a minute.

There was a fella called Nimmo that came to

a party at my house a couple of months ago.

I think he came

with Ann Archer.

Well, Tony Rome.

Don't you ever sleep

in a bed?

- Who's Nimmo?

- A fellow I met.

He bought a few drinks

I paid for.

- Come on. I'll spring for a couple.

- I thought you were broke.

I got a little money

from Kosterman and his daughter.

- You're getting interested in her?

- She's all right.

Nice hair, teeth.

Some good-looking odds and ends.

If you mean her figure,

she bought part of it. I'll bet on it.

You lose.

Don't get excited.

I looked, but I didn't touch.

Two beers, Smitty.

- Thanks for the choice.

- How long you know Nimmo?

Four or five months.

I haven't seen him lately though.

I understand you took him

to the Kostermans' one night.

Did he get friendly

with anybody in the family?

No. Rita chilled him.

- Rita.

- Yeah, so we left early.

- I sure would like to find him.

- I can't help you.

He used to have an apartment

in town, but he moved.

He couldn't have moved to nowhere.

He's gotta have an address.

Somebody might be able to help you at the

Floradora Club. He used to go there a lot.

Floradora Club.

How 'bout you get dressed,

I take you out?

I wish I were dumb enough

to believe this was a social invitation.

- It is. It is.

- The Floradora Club, right?

- Good a place as any.

- Oh, I love the way I get dates.

Not my sexy legs

or my charm.

Somebody's address.

When you're ready, wake me.

I'll be right over there.

Nimmo never did say

what he did.

I guess he was a gangster

or something shady.

He wanted to

marry me at first.

You weren't very choosy,

were you?

Women can't afford to be.

I learned that early.

I started out

wanting to marry a man...

who was handsome,

rich and witty.

I got all of it.

It took me three husbands to do it.

Hello.

Hi, Miss Archer.

You wanted to see me?

- Matt Tully, Tony Rome.

- How are ya?

Matt owns the place.

My friend here

is looking for Nimmo.

He hasn't been in

lately.

You know where he lives?

He's a good customer.

I don't ask questions.

You think

he's from out of town?

I suppose.

Most people in Miami have

a return ticket to somewhere.

Say, uh, miss.

Come here a minute.

You know a guy

named Nimmo?

- Yes, I think I do.

- Good.

Check your files and see if

there's a snapshot of him in there.

- He's an old friend of mine.

- All right.

Have fun, kids.

Make it while you're young.

Let's back up on Nimmo.

You said before he wanted to marry you

at first. What'd you mean by that?

We were hitting it off for a while,

and he suddenly stopped calling.

- Some other woman, I guess.

- Some other loot, I guess.

It's just as well. I'd feel like a fool

saying I'd been married four times.

Yeah, sounds better

if you say you're married three times.

Hey, hi, Miss Archer.

How are you?

Well, Camelot.

CamelotJoe, Tony Rome.

- Hi. How are ya?

- Glad to see ya.

Say, do you know

where we can find Nimmo?

No. Try Georgia McKay.

She's a stripper here.

She knows Nimmo

from a ways back.

- She backstage now?

- No, not now.

We had a convention crowd earlier.

Tully pushed her off on a big tipper.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You know where she lives?

Yeah, the, uh,

Star Crest Trailer Park.

- Thanks.

- See ya later. Got a weed break, huh?

- Listen, uh...

- Uh, if you don't mind, I'll stay here.

I'm not that high

on strippers.

You're a good girl.

See ya.

Did you find a picture,

sweetheart?

Please,

I can't find it in the files.

With a belt like that, I'm surprised

you could even find the file.

Sorry, baby.

I owe you for that kid

in there.

I said he was

a good customer.

You should learn

to believe people.

I do.

It's 4:
30.

What time is that to get in?

I was out with a customer.

Tully sent me.

Why do you do this to me?

You know how I worry.

You're so worried.

You're half smashed.

Well, that proves something, doesn't it?

You know how I worry

about you.

Irene, will you stop telling me

how worried you get?

I'm beat.

- You Georgia McKay?

- Yeah.

I'm a police officer.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

- Police officer?

- This is my roommate.

We're looking for a man named Nimmo.

Do you know him?

Nimmo!

He beat her up!

- He beat up my Georgia!

- Stay away from me.

- Well, he beat you up, honey.

- Oh, simmer down!

Nimmo's in trouble? I don't want to say

anything. I don't want to get involved.

Nimmo...

that no-good son of a...

Shut up!

It's late, Miss McKay. If you'd rather come

downtown and talk, it's all right with me.

I get paid either way.

Nimmo hasn't been around

for a while.

You can begin by telling me

where he lives.

I haven't the slightest.

Where'd you go

with this customer?

It's 4:
30.

No bar's open that late.

Forget it, Irene.

I'm beat.

You need your sleep.

She shouldn't be traipsing around

at this hour with men.

Maybe it slipped her mind.

How 'bout telling me

where you first met him?

We're from the same neighborhood

in New York.

You shouldn't be undressing

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