you like.
That's what you usually do, anyway.
I can't even take a piss!
I just wanted to talk about Johnny
Favorite and Evangeline Proudfoot.
I'm too big to go hiding under beds.
I don't know nothing.
I'm only interested in cocktails. Fuck!
What's going on? - Nothing! Mind your
own business. I want to piss!
Get outta here,
or you'll wish your little white ass
was never born.
Please! I've got a thing about chickens.
End of bullshit time!
I've had a
good look at you and young Epiphany
doing your hot shoe number
with the chicken.
Listen!
I ain't up on this voodoo shit.
I'm from Brooklyn.
We ain't all Baptists here.
- What's with this Proudfoot girl?
She's a mambo priestess, like her mom.
Has been since she was 1 3.
When was the last time you saw
Johnny Favorite at a chicken dance?
He used to run around with Ma mambo.
- I ain't seen him since before the war.
And the chicken foot in the john?
- It means I got a big mouth.
It's not big enough.
What's this fucking star
in your mouth? I'll tell you what.
I'll give you my hotel number.
Gimme a call if you hear anything.
You never know.
Next time you get a delivery of a
chicken foot, you might need help.
As far as I'm concerned,
any dead chicken is a good chicken.
Only cops and bad news don't knock.
Only private dicks sleep late.
Quite a dream you were having!
- I was on my way to Mandalay.
Shit! There's some leak up there!
Here! ls this your name?
That your hotel?
You're standing in it, ain't you?
- Your handwriting?
I think so.
Then perhaps you can tell us
why we found it in the hand
of a dead guitar player.
Toots Sweet is dead?
This one wasn't so quick,
this one took time.
How did he die?
Technically?
Asphyxiation by his own genitalia.
And not so technically?
They cut his dick off
and choked him with it.
Then redecorated his apartment
with his blood.
When did you see him? - I interviewed
him around 1 :00. - About what?
A missing person.
Who?
A guy who took a walk 1 2 years ago.
There was a photo of him and Toots.
- Who is the party you're looking for?
I can't say.
I'm working for a New York lawyer.
Name?
- Come on, man!
Winesap!
You want his number, his address?
Ask Tess Truehart over there,
it's in the book.
Under "W," genius! - Do you know
Ted Williams, the baseball player?
Alright, is that it, guys?
That's it.
You can go eat lunch,
but don't stroll too far.
Not until we talk to this lawyer.
Ever watch the "Mickey Mouse Club?"
Do you know what today is?
Today is Wednesday.
It's "anything can happen" day.
Hey man, do you want a tune?
Yeah, I got a tune for you.
Hiya, boys!
Same to you.
I'm getting kinda hungry.
Do you want to sell some of those?
1 0 cents a sack.
- Sure, give me a sack.
Listen good! Margaret Krusemark's old
man wants you on the first train home.
Take that fucking thing away from me!
Don't, or the dog will bite
your fucking face clean off.
What happened to you?
A dog bit me.
So, what do you want?
Right now, I need a laundry.
Listen, Epiphiny . . .
- Epiphany.
There's something I want to ask you.
The other night I saw you and Toots
boogying with the cock-a-doodle.
Looked like you were having some party.
What's your problem?
It's a free country.
Not for chickens.
- Oh yeah, your thing about chickens.
Listen, Toots is . . .
Toots is dead.
- I know, I heard.
You set him up.
- No, I didn't.
You were the only one
that knew I was seeing Toots.
You sent the
gift-wrapped chicken foot, didn't you?
Toots had a big mouth.
I guess he did,
judging by what the cops found in it.
Quite a cute religion! - Nailing a man
to a cross ain't so cute either!
You've got to kill the chicken
to make the soup, eh?
We don't go around murdering people.
What about your Johnny Favorite?
Now you remember him after all.
- Yes, he was my father.
I'll pick the baby up later, okay?
- He'll be all right.
Anything you're holding out,
now is a good time to tell.