Night Moves Page #2

For Warner Bros.|Delly went with me.

There was a guy. One of the stuntmen.|Delly hit on him.

- When I left, she stayed on.|- What was the stuntman's name?

Marv Ellman.

Is he the one you had the fight with?

- Any message if I run into Delly?|- Just be driving a truck.

They really get to you, don't they?

Can I help you with that?

I can manage.

I'm going your way.

What is this?

I'm Ellen's husband.

I'm not surprised.

I thought Ellen|would tell you, sooner or later.

Why?

That's the way she is.

She didn't tell me.

I saw you coming out of a movie.

- How'd she take it?|- I haven't spoken to her.

You haven't spoken to her?|What's this about?

- I wanna know what I walked into.|- Ask your wife.

Hey.

Let's pretend I'm asking you.

How serious is it?

You and Ellen, huh?

For me, it's not too serious.

For Ellen, ask her. I'd be guessing.

It seems to me|you're the one it's serious for.

I'm beginning|to get you in focus, Moseby.

You know, Ellen talks a lot about you.

About the kind of guy you are.

- I didn't come to talk about me.|- A great athlete. But you're different.

- You're sensitive.|- Let's stick with you and Ellen.

How you were left by your parents|and brought up by relatives...

Knock off the goddamn crap.

- I don't wanna know what she told you.|- It's a clue.

Isn't that what you do, look for clues?|Didn't you track down your parents?

- Mr. Tracer-of-Lost-Persons?|- Don't swing on it.

You weren't trailing Ellen|when you saw us?

Take a swing at me|the way Sam Spade would.

Why didn't you come to me?

I wanted to see what he looked like.

- 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!

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