she's just no good.
ain't worth thinking about.
you know, you're okay, mr. gittes. i know it's your job, but you're okay.
thanks. you know something, jake?
i think i'll kill her.
they don't kill a guy for that.
not for your wife. that's the unwritten law.
no.
i'll pay the rest next trip. we only caught sixty ton of skipjack around san benedict. we hit a chubasco, they don't pay you for skipjack the way they do for tuna or albacore.
thanks, mr. gittes.
mr. gittes! come in, come in.
gee, this is a surprise, mr. gittes.
just sitting down to supper, jake. care to join us?
how about a glass of wine? honey, this is.
sure thing.
in the garage.
off the alley.
sure, as soon as we eat.
i'll just tell my wife.
oh, gee, mr. gittes we're going out tomorrow. i know you been real good about it but my cousin auggie's sick.
i don't know.
plus what i owe you?
okay, you got yourself a boat.
you sure this is okay?
starts out of the car toward gittes. gittes sees him.