City Heat

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(DOG BARKING)

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER JUKEBOX)

(DOOR CLOSING)

- LOUIE:
Evening, Lieutenant.

- Louie.

- LOUIE:
Coffee?

- Yeah.

Forget it, Lieutenant.

The free refills were killing me anyway.

Mike Murphy been in yet?

- Who?

- Murphy. Michael.

Uh, I don't know him, pal.

That's funny.

I hear he eats here every night.

LOUIE:
Murray, you say?

Murphy, brick brain.

Your ears need unplugging?

- So?

- No, he ain't been in yet.

(CLATTERING)

I'll wait.

(HONKS)

(FABRIC RIPS)

MIKE:
Damn. Damn.

Hello, Louie.

Got an emergency.

They need your meat loaf

down at the river.

The levee's got a hole in it,

and meat loaf's the only thing

that can stop it up for a year.

(LAUGHING)

Hey.

Somebody left the cage door open, huh?

It's out.

What's the occasion?

Archie, how you doing?

(DOOR OPENS)

- Not too bad. And you?

- LOUIE:
Not too bad.

Good.

- How's the stew?

- LOUIE:
Not too good.

That's too bad.

I was really counting on the stew.

I had my mouth kind of set on it,

you know. I'll try The Ritz.

Maybe not.

- This here is Archie.

- Really? Ain't that peculiar?

- What?

- See, Archie,

we're looking for a gumshoe

named Mike Murphy.

Guy about your size

with a mustache like you.

Even drives a Model A Roadster like you,

with the same license plate, too.

Now, ain't that peculiar?

Yeah, that's peculiar.

(GROANING)

They're a couple of cupcakes.

I guess this wouldn't work again.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, Speer.

Lieutenant, aren't you gonna do anything?

How about a refill?

He can take care of himself.

I'm not disturbing you, am I?

I got a situation here.

I know we're not really close

anymore, but let by...

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Mmm-mmm.

- You back?

- (CHOKING) F*ck, yes, I'm back.

You know why I'm back?

Because I'm being killed.

What are you gawking at?

Ow.

(COIN CLINKING)

- You waiting for them to kill me?

- They competitors?

Or did you just have your nose

in the wrong ass?

- There's plenty left for you, you know.

- Say when.

Mike, please. There's not much left.

Anytime, Speer.

Until then, you watch your step.

You hear me?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about rumors of a cheap,

frayed-collar, hole-in-the-shoe peeper

who's trying to climb in bed

with the wrong kind of snot balls.

Of course, that wouldn't be you.

You're too much of a fancy Dan.

So?

- I'll be watching.

- I'm shaking.

So long, shorty.

You pathetic son of a bitch!

He's so pathetic.

I turned in my badge, you know.

I got my own... I got my own office now!

I got my name in gold!

You're just jealous!

You're so insecure, it's unbelievable!

Is this frayed?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DEHL:
How you doing, boss?

- Fine, fine, doing fine.

- All righty.

- Keep the change.

- Thanks a million. Much obliged.

The finance company just called.

Those mugs last night were after your car.

- Repo guys?

- Uh-huh.

Seems they don't enjoy their work

as much as they used to.

You owe $98.98, Mike.

It's the cash or the keys.

(DOOR OPENS)

- Mahoney.

- Who?

The landlord.

Do I have to do everything myself?

I told you to send that check

in weeks ago.

Oh, my gosh!

You know what I can't stand?

It's irresponsibility.

- I know. I'm so...

- DEHL:
Still singing that song, Murphy?

Ain't never worked.

Ain't never gonna work.

You remember my silent

and invisible partner, Mr. Swift.

We thought you were Mahoney,

president of

the Landlord's Malevolent Association.

- Behind in our rent again.

- The word is "still."

Well, tell Mr. Mahoney

to fix the plumbing,

or we're gonna move

to a better class of dump.

Mike, catch me. I'm gonna faint.

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