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BIENSTOCK +++$+++ |
You girls have seen a brown bag with a white stripe and my initials? |
A what? |
My suitcase with all my resort clothes. |
Those idiot broads! Here we are all packed to go to Miami, and what happens? The saxophone runs off with a Bible salesman, and the bass fiddle gets herself pregnant. I ought to fire you, Bienstock. |
Me? I'm the manager of the band not the night watchman. |
Hi, Mary Lou Rosella Okay, Dolores, get a move on How's your back, Olga? |
Clarinet drums trumpet trombone |
Yes, Sue? What is it? |
I thought I made it clear I don't want any drinking in this outfit. |
All right, girls. Who does this belong to? Come on, now. Speak up. Sugar, I warned you! |
I beg your pardon. |
All right, girls from the top again. |
You know, Bienstock, there's something funny about those two new girls. |
Funny? In what way? |
I don't know but I can feel it right here. That's one good thing about ulcers it's like a burglar alarm going off inside you. |
Are these your bags? |
Yes. And that one, too. |
Okay, doll. |
I suppose you want a tip? |
Forget it, doll. After all, you work here I work here and believe you me, it's nice to have you with the organization. |
Bye. |
Listen, doll what time do you get off tonight? |
Why? |
Because I'm working the night shift and I got a bottle of gin stashed away and as soon as there's a lull |
Aren't you a little too young for that, sonny? |
Wanna see my driver's license? |
Get lost, will you? |
That's the way I like 'em big and sassy. And get rid of your roommate. |
Which of you dolls is Daphne? |
Bull fiddle. |
It's from Satchel Mouth at Table Seven. This is from me to you, doll. |
Beat it, Buster. |
Never mind leaving your door open I got a passkey. |
Improved...how? |
As I said, in every way. Physically and psychologically. More endurance, quicker responses, better handeye, improved technical training. Where the First Psychology gave you ninetyeight percent obedience, this bunch gives you 99.4. |
Mmmmmm. Weeell, you know my old daddy was in maintenance and he had a saying... |
...He used to say, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." |
I...see. I'm not sure I quite get your...point... |
Well, the soldiers we've got now, they've been through all kinds of heavy shit...and they've always got the job done. Now these new ones, these "hot shots" of yours...what kind of action have they seen? They <u>are</u> battletested, aren't they? |
That's up to you field guys. H.Q. wants you to break 'em in when you do the annual security sweep in January. |
The sweep is just routine, not even police action. I'd like to see some sort of...meaningful evidence... |
Such as? |
Maybe we could run some tests. Kind of a comparison, the old and the new... |
Melton, on the double! Up a chain! MELTON Sir! MELTON takes a few easy strides, gracefully catches a chain mid stride, and smarts up, climbing easily and twice as fast as TODD. CHURCH, SLOAN, and RUBRICK crane their necks as the two men struggle upward toward the rafters. Three quarters of the way up, MELTON comes even with TODD, then passes him. MEKUM, watching, smirks. CHURCH is watching too, and he's still not satisfied. His brow is knit, something's bothering him. ANGLE HIGH ABOVE, AMONG THE GIRDERS Stonefaced, MELTON is resting an a "platform" on the chain, sixty feet up, beneath the girders, swaying gently. His stony gaze is on the next chain where TODD is arriving at a "platform" on an adjacent chain...only three feet away. Their eyes meet, TODD and MELTON alone together sixty feet up, three feet apart. Neither man blinks, neither man flinches, neither man reveals anything at all... LOW ANGLE, LOOKING UP CHURCH considers the men high above, then to MEKUM. CHURCH What about...spirit? |
Spirit? Oh! You mean "AQ"..."aggressive qualities"? |
Whatever the latest jargon is. MEKUM Much better, much higher. For example, where your old ones expressed ninety percent of their sexual energy in aggressive physicality, these new ones are ninetynine percent without sexual inclination. It's <u>all</u> aggression. SLOAN <u>Real</u> men! CHURCH At ease, Lieutenant. What if they fought? A sudden silence. SLOAN raises her eyebrows, gives RUBRICK a look. Frowning thoughtfully, MEKUM looks up. MEKUM You mean up there? CHURCH Go ahead, Rube. Tell Todd to take him. MEKUM No! They all look at MEKUM. Is this the chink in the armor? The new soldiers can't fight? CHURCH "No"? MEKUM Not fair. No contest. Send two more of your old ones up. Now CHURCH, RUBRICK, and SLOAN are stunned. They exchange a glance. MEKUM Go ahead. |
So your husband said he's think it over. Encouraged Mr. Miyamoto to believe he might sell to h... |
I wouldn't say encouraged. |
Well, he didn't say 'no', did he? Didn't say no hope existed. |
Not in those words. |
So the defendant was encouraged to hope. Or could have been. |
I guess you'd have to guess. Not having been there with them. Having to guess whether your husband's report was word for word accurate. |
Carl never lied. |
Of course not. But it was emotional. A friend's plea set against his mother's attitude. |
Those 'dirty looks'. Defendant ever aim one of those at you? |
He had no reason to. |
Carl ever say <u>he</u> got one? |
I can't speak for him. |
You can speak for what he <u>said</u>. Just like you did for Mr. Hooks... |
Sorry about that, Mrs. Heine. Shall I repeat the ques... |
Carl said he didn't like Kabuo much anymore. |
The question is more about the <u>defendant's</u> attitu... |
That's all he said. |
So this...foam you found in the lungs. How does it get there? |
As I testified. It occurs when water, mucus and air are mixed by respiration. I believe I said that. |
That's <u>why</u> the autopsy report identifies <u>drowning</u> as the cause of death. |
Meaning that he wasn't murdered first, say on the deck of the boat, and then thrown overboard. |
Well... |
Your report says death by <u>drowning</u>, which means he went into the water alive and breathing. And the report is accurate...? |
In your motorcycle example. Those injuries are produced by the head being propelled <u>against</u> an object. Rather than the reverse, yes? |
Obviously. |
Can you tell whether an object moved against the head, or the other way around? Or would both look the same. |
The same. |
So if his head struck something narrow and flat, the gunnel of a boat, a net roller, a fairlead, could that have... |
If the head was moving fast enough, but I don't see how it could be. |
Is it possible? |
Sure, anything's poss... |
Is it fair to say that you do not know for <u>certain</u> which it was. |
I already said that, b... |
<u>And</u> that you can't say for <u>certain</u> whether the head injury was sustained before or <u>after</u> death? |
For certain, no. |
But you are <u>certain</u> that he died by drowning. |
For the third time, yes. |
Can I say something, here? |
Yes, you can tell me about the minor cut you found on the deceased's right hand. The report says 'recent origin'. How recent? As much as 24 hours before death? |
Absolutely not. Probably one or two hours. Four at the most. |
Are you absol... |
<u>Yes</u>, I'm sure. |
Maybe the assailant straightened the cabin. And forgot the cup. |
Right. In the middle. Of the floor. |
Maybe. |
I think you testified <u>all</u> the lights were on. Cabin, mast, net lights, picking lights... |
Yessir, there'd been real heavy fog. |
And yet you started the engine right up. With all those lights drawing all night, the batteries had that much charge. Did that strike you odd? |
Didn't think about it at the time. So no, it didn't strike me odd. |
Does it now? |
A little. Yes. You have to wonder. |
You have to wonder. |
You found three batteries, you say. A D6 and D8 in the well. And a spare D8 on the cabin floor. Correct? |
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