Mulholland Falls

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Good evening, gentlemen.

Can I check your hats, please?

Gentlemen?

Gentlemen.

Got caught like a bear trap.

You want to play or do you

want to pay? I got a great girl.

Jack Flynn?

Here you go, buddy.

Buy yourself a good time.

- They'll let anybody in here.

- Mr. Flynn, I'm Maxwell Hoover.

I'm with the Los Angeles

Police Department.

That means I get change back.

Are you still here?

What is it gonna cost me?

I came here to deliver a message.

Your presence is required

back in Chicago.

It's cold in Chicago,

which is why I came out here.

Is Mr. Flynn being

charged with a crime?

What are you, his lawyer?

No, but I'm represented

by a good one.

What's my friend being charged with?

He did things in Chicago.

I beat all that, pal.

I beat those indictments.

Jimmy, hit him in the nuts!

Let's go. Get him outta here.

You guys are making a big mistake.

Where are we going?

The airport.

You're going to the airport, Jack.

You gotta get back to Chicago

as soon as possible.

This ain't the way to the airport.

This is it.

Yeah. This is it.

This is what?

This is Mulholland Falls, Jack.

Mulholland Falls?

It's kind of like Niagara Falls.

Come on! There ain't no falls in L.A.

You guys can't do this.

This is America.

This isn't America, Jack.

This is L.A.

I thought we weren't

gonna do this anymore.

- Do what?

- This.

Come on, let's go.

Jack?

Maybe he's dead.

He's not dead,

he's looking right at us.

Jack, are you dead?

He's alive.

Now, Jack, we don't have

organized crime in L.A.,

and frankly, we don't

want organized crime.

So here's what I want you to do.

I want you to look around

and remember this

because this will always be

your way back to Chicago.

Mulholland Falls.

Lee.

Now, that's a thought.

- Hey, Max.

- Kate.

- Lili.

- Hi.

We were just discussing husbands.

I'm trying to find

a new one for Lili.

- Do you know any?

- Jeez, Lili.

Only guys I know are

cops and bad guys.

Thanks, Pete.

And I don't know if I can

recommend either one.

How about Eddie Hall?

- Eddie Hall?

- Yeah.

Eddie Hall. No.

He's been married five times.

- You see what I mean?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry I was late, Kate, but we

had a little accident up in the hills.

No, no, no, Kate.

You know I got two flat feet.

Come on.

Excuse us, Lili.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

- You the foreman?

- Yeah.

Where are we out here? What is this?

We're in a new housing subdivision.

You ever think about who those people

are that are gonna live way out here?

No.

Me, neither.

All right, guys,

I'll take it from here.

- No pictures till I tell ya.

- Whatever you say.

Hey, Doc.

Max, I should've stayed in bed.

Are you in charge of this operation?

Yeah, this part I am.

You got any heavy

equipment around here

that could press a woman

into the ground like that?

A big roller maybe.

Seems like that would've

chewed her up more.

- Is this the way you found her?

- Yeah. We didn't touch it.

Yeah, she was just like this.

Why don't you step over there,

an officer will take your full statement.

Jesus, Milt.

There's nothing to hold on to.

Okay,

roll her over and see

what she looks like.

Jesus.

- You okay, Max?

- Yeah.

Step aside, boys.

Let me get a couple.

Jeez, what a mess.

- Check under her fingernails.

- Okay.

How'd she die?

It's like she jumped off a cliff.

There's no cliff out there.

Somebody moved her?

She wasn't moved.

She died just where you found her.

Doc, did you see this?

What is it?

Looks like glass.

"A Farewell to Arms."

"By Ernest Hemingway."

You know the way this guy writes,

he never talked to a

woman in his life.

When did you ever read Hemingway?

He thinks they all want

to be called "my darling."

And what they really want is?

What they really want is a man

that'll listen to their stomachs.

Max, don't drool on me.

- Come on.

- What's the matter?

I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

Tell me.

We found a dead girl in the Valley.

She was broken into 30 pieces.

Couldn't even pick her up.

Who is she?

Nobody.

Just a girl.

Just a girl.

I'm sorry, Kate.

Can you believe that?

The D.A. won't indict Kroyle.

What's wrong with this country?

A guy chops up his parents with an

axe and doesn't get the gas chamber?

How can you plea bargain

something like that?

His fingerprints are all

over the murder weapon.

That places him at the

scene of the crime.

They won't indict.

It doesn't make any difference.

I knew that D.A. when he

was a bagman for Jack Draga.

No kiddin'. How'd he become

a D.A. then, for Christ' sake?

D.A.'s an elected office.

Any scumbag can get in

if they got enough votes.

Ellery, how come you got a hot dog in your

mouth while you're threading a projector?

Why do you eat while you're working?

Why do you eat all the time?

It's all psychological, Max.

I eat so I don't think about food.

So you eat so you

don't think about food?

Yeah.

Ellery, I don't want to

butt into your business,

but this psychiatrist,

the guy you're going to,

I think he's in worse

shape than you are.

She, Max. It's a woman.

Dammit, I can't get my finger

in there! It won't fit!

Try your dick.

Esther, please.

Here, try this.

So you're going to her about food?

Yeah.

I thought you were going to

her about the other thing.

- My temper?

- Yeah.

It's all related, Max.

The eating and the anger,

they come from the same place.

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