friends?
I have some, but I have to find them.
I'll let them know where I am tomorrow.
Can I take those things for you?
They're soaked, aren't they?
Enhance 224 to 176.
Enhance.
Stop.
Move in.
Stop.
Pull out, track right.
Stop.
Center and pull back.
Stop.
Track 45 right.
Stop.
Center and stop.
Enhance 34 to 36.
Pan right and pull back.
Stop.
Enhance 34 to 46.
Pull back.
Wait a minute. Go right.
Stop.
Enhance 57-19.
Track 45 left.
Stop.
Enhance 15 to 23.
Give me a hard copy right there.
Fish?
I think it was manufactured locally.
Finest quality. Superior workmanship.
There is the maker's serial number.
9906947-XB71.
Interesting.
Not fish. Snake scale.
Snake.
Try Abdul Ben Hassan.
He make this snake!
Abdul Hassan?
I'm a police officer.
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Artificial snake license XB71, that's you?
This is your work, huh?
Who did you sell it to?
My work? Not too many
could afford such quality.
How many?
- Very few.
- How few?
- Look, my friendвЂ
- Taffey Lewis'.
Down in Fourth Sector, Chinatown.
Cross now. Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Bartender.
Taffey Lewis?
Thank you.
- Taffey?
- Yeah?
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Blow.
You ever buy snakes
from the Egyptian, Taffey?
All the time, pal.
You ever see this girl, huh?
Never seen her. Buzz off.
Your licenses in order, pal?
Hey, Louie.
The man is dry. Give him one
on the house, okay? See?
Hello?
I've had people walk out on me before,
but not when...
I was being so charming.
I'm in a bar, here now,
down in the Fourth Sector.
Taffey Lewis is on the line.
Why don't you come on down here
and have a drink?
I don't think so, Mr Deckard.
That's not my kind of place.
Go someplace else?
Ladies and gentlemen...
...Taffey Lewis presents
Miss Salome and the snake.
Watch her take the pleasure
from the serpent...
...that once corrupted man.
Excuse me, Miss Salome,
can I talk to you for a minute?
I'm from the American Federation
of Variety Artists.
Oh, yeah?
I'm not here to make you join.
No, ma'am. That's not my department.
Actually...
I'm from the Confidential Committee
on Moral Abuses.
Committee of Moral Abuses?
There's been reports
that the management...
has been taking liberties
with the artists.
I don't know nothing about it.
Have you felt yourself to be
exploited in any way?
How do you mean “exploited”?
Well, like to get this job.
I mean, did you do, or were you
asked to do, anything that's...
lewd or unsavory or...
otherwise repulsive
to your person, huh?
- Are you for real?
- Oh, yeah.
I'd like to check
your dressing room, if I may.
- For what?
- For holes.
Holes?
Well, you'd be surprised
what a guy would go through...
to get a glimpse of a beautiful body.
No, I wouldn't.
Little...
dirty holes they drill in the wall
so they can watch a lady undress.
- Is this a real snake?
- Of course it's not real.
Think I'd be working in a place like this
if I could afford a real snake?
So if somebody does try to exploit me,
who do I go to about it?
- Me.
- You're a dedicated man. Dry me.
The only thing they care aboutвЂ
Hey!
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Don't walk. Don't walk.
Don't walk. Don't walk.
Don't walk. Don't walk. Don't walk.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Cross now. Cross now.
Move! Get out of the way!
Deckard.
B26354.
Move on. Move on.
Move on. Move on.
Move on. Move on.
A minute.
Yeah, what do you want?
Tsingtao.
This enough?
Yeah.
Bryant.
Christ, Deckard, you look almost as bad
as that skin-job you left on the sidewalk.
I'm going home.
Could