mr. bliss, i'd like to have word with you, if i may.
i think it's in your best interest to hear me out.
well i don't want to appear to be taking unfair advantage of you.
but in developing certain information on you, it's come to our attention that your name isn't harry bliss. that in fact, your name is eugene earl axline.  *
and that both the i.r.s., and an impressive number of creditors in several eastern cities.  .  seem to be somewhat interested in your whereabouts. harry stands up, leaving the vulnerable area of his stomach framed in the passenger window. when he leans back down, a deeply conflicted expression is apparent on his face:
i'd like to pose that the name and reputation of this very decent man, is not the property of mrs. ellerman, or her sister. * he takes a voucher from the folder and sets the file aside:
and it's my hope that we can avoid any unpleasant eventualities, either for you, or for someone you have such admirable feelings toward.
i mean that mr. layls is prepared to do whatever it takes to confiscate this document. and if you'd like to be of some assistance * to us, by finding it and turning * it over to me, he'd like to offer * you this very generous gift. * he holds the voucher out to harry who avoids looking at it:
i have no knowledge whatsoever of mrs. ellerman's so-called book, or her alleged disappearance, which appears to have all the ear marks of a publicity stunt.
andy? it's larry moncrief.
would you care to sit up for a minute? i'd like to talk to you.
before he arrives, i'd like you to take a look at a list of certain deletions and expurgations, which if agreed to.  he removes several typed pages, stapled together and looks down at the pillow covering joan's face:
 red is, very generously, i think, prepared to offer his sanction to a sanitized version of your book. no response. moncrief glances over at sturge, standing near the door, then back at the figure on the bed.
i think you should know, that if you push this too far, you run the risk of having him withdraw his consent to your well-being. i don't think we want that, do we, andy? he reaches down and removes the pillow. joan looks fear- fully up at him:
i can see that, miss spruance. would you care to tell me where she is?
sturge. sturge exits to the hallway, leaving the door open.
i think you better come in here, mr. bliss.
i'm a little disappointed to find you defaulting on our agreement.
i believe an agreement was implicit in your acceptance of my check.
well this moves to the top of the list, red, as one of your more stunning achievements.
certainly.
that's the dog trainer.
well there seems to be a little grey area there, red.
miss spruance, would you care for a.
i wanted to tell you a moment ago, that i was privileged to see you at the bowl on the fourth of july.
and i was especially moved by your rendition of 'the battle hymn of the' harry suddenly grabs moncrief roughly by the arm:
well, shall we start with the fact that you're a married man.  .  and then go on from there?