AKAaron Kiel
[drags his brother-in-law into a private room, both men missing their pants] I want the addresses of the three people who held up this party, and I want them now!
Angel
What! You think I set this up?
AKAaron Kiel
Look, you just put down their names, I'll do my best to help you with the police! Write down their names! [he slaps a pad and pen down in front of Angel] Now write down their names! I wanna a name and I want it now!
Angel
You wanna name?
AKAaron Kiel
I wanna name!
Angel
All righty, I'm gonna give you a name. [he picks up the pen] C! That's for the community property that you'll be spliting. Y! That's for the youngish looks she has. N! That's for the nights you spent in Newport. T! That's for the telling of the wife. H...!
AKAaron Kiel
[looking uneasy] Look, knock it off.
Angel
...That's for the home you're gonna lose in Bel Air. I is for the interest for my silence, and A is for the alimony you gonna be stuck with. You wanna name, Aaron? There's a name for you. Cynthia. Anyway you spell it, it means trouble!
O.K., what's the problem? It's a simple phone call, I'd do it myself, but he'd recognize my voice.
Angel
What's the real deal here? Who are the big fish about to be fried?
What are you babbling about?
Angel
I just got here. But you know ole Angel, I can always smell the grand green. You can start by telling little Margaritte she can drop the blind act. I ain't gonna snitch on her.
[Incredulously] What is the matter with you? She IS blind! She had an accident 10 years ago! Now you get...
Angel
[laughing] Jimmy, Jimmy. I know the moves. I know how it's done, son. I did two months as Blind Lemon Martin on Market St. up in 'Frisco. Dobro guitar and harmonica rack, sad-like and miserable, you know how bad I play. But I did 1500 bucks worth of quarters in a month. [whispers intently] The sympathy factor!
If we could see a pictorial representation of your mind it would look like a fire drill in a state asylum.
Angel
Yea, well anyway I know she's a classy lady, got a body by Pininfarina and all that. Now I know it ain't no low-grade scam like mine. So what is it? Is she fronting for some charity? She goes around to all the big corporations and you come along as the packager of the telethon? I love it. LOVVVVE IT! Let me in on it, Jimmy. I can be the research doctor, take a painless 2%.
You'll get in for what I give you. [He shoves him through door] Get in there!
Angel
Jimmy! Open up! [Bangs on door]
[Frustrated] Angel, if you're up here about Buster Hutchins and his roadway church...
Angel
No, no,no. It's bad, Jimmy, it's bad. It's like a nightmare. I've been through living hell. I was at your trailer, y'know, these two guys...
No, I don't know! Why were you in my trailer?
Angel
I was returning your movie camera, y'know Rocky gave me the key and I was cleaning the lens off when these two guys walk in - Jimmy, one of them looked like a cross between George Hamilton and Dracula. I told him: Buddy, take it out in the street...
You told them where I was, didn't you, Angel!
Angel
Yea, but I tried to hang tough Jimmy, but they worked me over for a couple of hours, they even shocked me with a 110-volt line!
Yea right! How long did you hold out? Did you make 15 seconds?
Angel
Jimmy!
Angel, the only reason you came up here is because you know that if I somehow make it out of here alive, I would come after you with a sickle!
Angel
That's the thanks I get for my loyalty? After risking my neck? After driving through the worst terrain in southern California, with a severe head wound, and a gas station attendant that hardly knew where the cabin was?
[grabs Angel by the collar] Angel, you're driving me crazy, you understand? I'm going crazy and I can't take it anymore!
Angel
Jimmy...
Years and years and years! I'm going out of my mind! Your stu-pid, ri-diculous lies and ideas and games year after year!
Angel
[croaks] ... give me my windpipe...
[lets go, looks at his hands; they're shaking] Look at me! Look at me! Look at me! [collapses against fence in hopelessness]
Angel
[timidly] Jimmy...
Just don't say anything! Just don't-say-anything!
Angel
Hey Jimmy...
Angel
I'm sorry...
[Jim raises his head and looks at him in disbelief]
Angel
Stick of gum?
[Jim and Angel are trying to figure out why all these people are after them, killed Kramer, and didn't take Rocky's Bronkbuster jeans] Or, no, maybe... maybe it's because they already knew everything about them.
Angel
Huh?
Angel
What?
[Takes a bite of his taco] Mmm-hmm...
[Jim chews, smiles, and winks at Angel]
Angel
[trying to sound menacing] Hey, buckaroo, I don't let nobody outta my sight. This is the big one! This is the big score! I don't sleep. I sit on my blanket with my gun on my lap and I keep an eye on you all night long...
[unimpressed, he looks at Althea Morgan] Yeah, Treasure of the Sierra Madre. Humphrey Bogart, Walter Huston, Tim Holt; terrific ending. Almost everybody ate a bullet!
You said you wanted to see me, Dennis?
[Angel waves at Rockford]
Did you call me in because of him? I'm in the middle of a murder investigation.
And I'm right in the middle of my night off. Your friend Mr. Martin here thought you might be able to shed some light on how he happens to be housing eight Shetland ponies in a residential garage.
Angel
Jimmy, they got everybody including the Humane Society on my case. It's a three-car garage, there's plenty of room, I even left a light on.
I don't have time for this, Angel. Kendall was almost killed tonight, Princess Rachevsky is on her way down here to the station.
Angel
You haven't got time for this? It's because of your princess and you I got into this mess.
No, no, Angel, you got yourself into it. You always do.
Angel
That's it? That's your statement on my behalf?
[Turns around and leaves]
Angel
Look, look, Dennis... uh, Lieutenant...
This is Robbery/Homicide. Let's move it down to Bunco.
Angel
Bunco? Why, because I'm unfamiliar with your zoning laws?
Because besides finding the eight ponies, we found a forged British passport and a letter of recommendation from Queen Elizabeth! Let's go, Duke!