Harper Page #3

I can't. He's psychotic on the subject.

If I went to them and they

found him, he'd fire me.

What kind of a weirdo is Sampson?

Well, I can tell you everything

in one word:
moneymaker.

He has to make money. He's dedicated to it.

It's the only way he can prove

to himself he's still breathing.

He had a son, you know.

A pilot. He was killed a few years back.

That's when he started losing his mind.

He's got this fella now, Allan Taggert.

- We met. Nice-looking fella. -

Looks, looks. Who cares about looks?

Well, the point is, we're less than

two hours' drive from Los Angeles,

so what does he need a pilot for?

Personally, I like Allan,

but from a business standpoint

I feel he's an unnecessary expense.

How do you have an unnecessary

expense with $20 million?

Well, that's enough exercising.

I don't wanna get too strong.

Did you meet Sampson's daughter?

That ugly, skinny kid?

Yeah, we passed in the night.

Oh, Lew, isn't she incredible?

Oh, boy.

You dirty old man.

Go on. You think I'm too old for her.

No. When she's 100, you'll only be 124.

You think I'm old enough to be her father?

You're old enough to be her grandfather.

Go to hell.

Solid Citizen Albert, hung

up on a chick at your age.

That's a hoot.

- Lew, did she say anything about me?

- Nope.

- She didn't even mention my name?

- I only saw her for a second.

Oh, that explains it.

How does she feel about you?

Well, she's young and cautious.

You remember how that was.

But I have great expectations.

So do I.

My going rate is $2,000 flat

- against 100 hours a day and expenses.

- It is like hell.

But you can have it if you'll

mention my virtues to Miranda.

My pleasure.

Hey, what are your virtues?

I decided to fly down to

LA with you, all right?

- Hello, Miranda.

- Oh, hello, Albert.

Excuse me, honey.

Say, did you send a

limousine for a Mr. Sampson

- to Van Nuys Airport yesterday?

- No, sir.

Well, there was this

here fella at the airport

said he left in a big, black limousine.

Well, he called here

yesterday and asked for one,

but then he called back and canceled.

You sure it was Sampson both times?

Oh, yes. I recognize his voice.

He's been coming here for years.

Did he sound drunk?

Oh, sir, I couldn't give

that kind of information.

Sorry.

Got the key?

Well?

Daddy hasn't been here for a

month. I just asked the desk clerk.

Terrific.

Here.

Well, I think I'll flake out

awhile and then call some friends.

Well, I was hoping we might do something.

The thing about you, Miranda,

is you're such a drag.

Wow!

No wonder your old man took to the sauce.

I would, too, if I had to sleep in here.

Ever since my brother died I've

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