The Fortune Cookie1966

[Chester Purkey and Max are surveilling Harry Hinkle's apartment from the apartment across the street. Purkey is listening to what is happening in Harry's apartment on his headphones, hearing Luther "Boom Boom" Jackson speak.]

Luther "Boom Boom" Jackson:
One, two. Left, right.

Chester Purkey:
What's that with the "One, two. Left, right"?

Luther "Boom Boom" Jackson:
One, two. Left, right.

Chester Purkey:
Hey, Max!

Luther "Boom Boom" Jackson:
One, two. Left, right.

Chester Purkey:
What are they doin' over there? Can you see anything?

Max looks into the camera facing the window.

Luther "Boom Boom" Jackson:
One, two. Left, right.

Max:
They're dancin' the frug.

Chester Purkey:
What?

Luther "Boom Boom" Jackson:
One, two. Left, right.

Purkey goes to the window and looks into the camera. He sees Boom Boom talking to Harry, who is using a walker.

Luther "Boom Boom" Jackson:
Left, right. One, two. Left, right.

Chester Purkey:
The frug! Hey, you have some sense of humor.

Max:
If you ask me, we're just wastin' our time. I think this guy's legit.

Chester Purkey:
Maybe so, but let's give it a chance.

Max:
We've been watchin' for three days and three nights! The colored guy has to dress him, shave him, feed him, put him to bed, carry him to the toilet, brush his teeth. If that's an act, then I'm Soupy Sales.

Chester Purkey:
Listen. I once shadowed a guy who was suin' the Yellow Cab Company. Some kind of collision. Claimed he was paralyzed. For six weeks, we were watchin' him and nothin', never even moved a muscle. He had this Swedish masseuse come every so often, give him a rubdown. Then, one night, bingo! There he was, givin' her a rubdown.

Max:
No kiddin'?

Chester Purkey:
Caught him red-handed. Except that idiot cameraman. He got so carried away, he forgot to roll the film.

Max:
Couldn't you ask for another take?

Chester Purkey:
Well, I - You mind if I laugh after lunch?