St. Ives Page #3

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in a cheap hotel?

- You don't like me, do you?

- I don't like your questions.

As for you...

...you're tough, smart...

...and you've got a lot of great-looking

bits and pieces.

I wondered when you'd notice.

It's a little early for me to notice.

Mornings are for getting over the nights.

You should come around in the afternoon.

- Well...

- See you at 9:
00.

Are you throwing me out?

No man in his right mind

would throw you out.

It's just that afternoons are better.

- Afternoons are perfect.

- I'll remember that.

Hey, Ray, what do you say?

- Hesh.

- How about a little corned beef today?

Sounds good to me, but no fat.

Give mine to Angie.

Boykins got his ticket punched last night.

- Yeah, that's right.

- You was there.

- You got busted.

- Come on over and sit down.

Hey, Rudy.

Take over for a minute, will you?

Seen Boykins the last couple of days?

Yeah, he was in two nights ago

with... what's-his-name.

That guy who always looks

like death warmed over.

- Finley?

- Yeah, that's the creep.

Two of them had their heads together

for hours. Last time I saw Boykins.

- What time does Finley come around?

- He comes in late, around 10:00.

Gary, get a mop and get out here!

Where are you?

Hey, what's the matter with you?

You all right, lady?

- Hi, Ray, what's going on?

- Hey, Seymour.

Nothing much. Sit down, sit down.

How's the book coming?

Gary, will you get out here with that mop?

Hey, Seymour.

You know a vest called Abner Procane,

lives in Holmby Hills?

You want me to ask around?

Yeah, but quietly.

I got a car in the parking lot.

- I'm going this way.

- Good night.

Good night, now.

- Well, you two dance well together.

- Feel it?

Inside.

Twenty, 40, 50...

Fifty lousy bucks!

You ain't got no money,

you pay with your ass!

You got the $50 for five minutes' work.

That adds up to $600 an hour.

That's a lot of money.

What are you, some kind of wiseass?

Who put you nice, clean-cut boys

up to this?

- Who do you work for?

- You know, you talk too much!

We're gonna take you out,

go-between.

Sh*t!

Cut him off!

- Mr. St. Ives. Just a moment, sir.

- I know my way.

Mr. Procane has given explicit instructions

that he's not to be dist...

Quiet, please, quiet.

- What is it?

- This man insists on seeing Mr. Procane.

Mr. Procane can't be disturbed now.

- May I be of any assistance?

- Who are you?

Properly I should ask that question.

Who are you?

Mr. St. Ives. We're expecting him.

- Thank you, Horace.

- Mr. St. Ives.

You're the man helping Abner

regain his journals.

Yeah, something like that.

- Dr. Constable.

- Do you mind waiting a few moments?

Abner's just on the last reel

of Birth of a Nation.

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