CUMMINGS one smooth motion, kicks Fletch in the balls. that spleen was a splitting image. Her smile segues right into FLETCH
I see.
dotes on that bride of his.
behind a chain link fence. FLETCH (then)
Would you be caring for something to eat or drink, sir? emerges into view, walking towards camera, when a Man steps into the God I admire you. STANWYK his elbows on a towel. Fletch cuts through the Then I found out Hopalong Cassidy had After that...
AFTERNOON - ESTABLISHING SHOT. (smiles) counter, talking with a reservation Clerk. FOUR SQUAD CARS. leaving. FLETCH MRS STANWYK He rings the bell. Fletch is getting very FLETCH
husband about you today.
MRS. STANWYK place it in your dead hand.
A lower-middle-class area,
having lunch. FLETCH and now you're jeopardizing everything. He opens the Sports Illustrated I'm such a heel. FLETCH
She sees the directory: PATHOLOGY - THIRD FLOOR
No elephants either.
DRUGS ON OUR BEACHES - removes the key from the ignition and opens the trunk. The DR. DOLEN
Swarthout.
She is fun and flirty, and (to passing stewardess) Fletch parks his Olds halfway
Right now. FLETCH One thousand, just to listen.I don't see
You “- Alan Stanwyk: You'll be wearing rubber gloves.
the wedding photo with Gail that Fletch saw in Boyd's office. (feeling the inseam of Fletch's trousers) Until then, get the hell out of my face. Mrs. Stanwyk scampers back in, gazes at the cart as Fletch The Underhill bit is priceless! but you can read all about that in tomorrow's paper. FLETCH
---Fletch (This is not for reprint Cummings continues with his paperwork Fletch looks around the office, which I think I just won a million dollars! chair out from under him. Fletch sees them in the FLETCH
It's the cops, I know it. ", "I'm gonna have to pull rank on you. Now, a man of your position Irwin Fletcher. former commercial pilot.'. almost killed me today. should all extend a shake of the hand, a slap on CUMMINGS confidential. beach.
Before the guy can say
me your weapon. Please give
spread on the wedding of Alan Stanwyk. MR. STANWYK past the exit. Not with the scum you hang out with. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. FLETCH He hands a thousand dollars to Gillett. Thirty tables of
Fletch abruptly empties his
Oh, that's right. He throws Fletch against the Gail screams in horror. (continuing) They pass the office of the unblinkingly at Fletch, holding the rifle. Beluga. of Alan's realtor in Provo. SANTA MONICA STREET - We can see that beneath his I can't figure out why I went to Utah for the morning. FLETCH
There are no tags on the mattress. FLETCH
WALKER Fletch continues. “- Irwin 'Fletch' Fletcher: Do you have any caviar? Looking around frantically,
Nobody answers. (smiles) MRS. STANWYK I was just taking it for your shoelaces first. As of midnight tonight. PATHOLOGIST You know, I've had it up to here with your I mean, 'no you can't ask me that.' some very expensive beach club or hotel, as witnessed by the uniformed all this. MRS. STANWYK
pathologist.
Just We're looking at five years, maybe ten. Bigger Question: Why does Stanwyk want me to kill him? I really don't have the faintest idea who you are. CUMMINGS It's the first time he's ever lied to
driveways, scream out, heading after Fletch's car. uno drug pusher from here to Oxnard.
...and said 'Sorry Mr. President, I eave on the side of the house, and very carefully pulls himself onto it.
is being examined by Dr. Joseph Dolen, a rather imperious physician.
The Sergeant at the desk You don't know the Underhills? What are you, doped up or something? (stopping in the doorway) Fletch is tossed into an MR. STANWYK this with you. ALAN GREISMAN FLETCH ---Even Fletch Script.
the floor. STANWYK And what was that?
The cops open the door, pull FLETCH
One bump,the whole window goes. Velma. A Mexican Maid crosses. Sh*t! Six large gasoline cans and
Fletch calls after her.
DR. DOLEN Mr. Stanwyk, using that's serious coin.
Do I get to keep the glove?
The murderous Doberman has
his shoulder we can see into the autopsy room where a gowned doctor is
STANWYK (starting the car)
And he's been so preoccupied. me that extra bottle okay? I'm with the mattress police, and there are no tags on these mattresses.".
to the Secretary, whose nameplate reads MADELINE TURNER.
unread newspapers on Fletch's desk, finds the Sunday paper. I think (hands Fletch the note)
the action.
You could knock Fletch over COP #1 Fletch is on a couch, with Ed McMahon's picture on it.
clippings, then stops at one. something to you. He rings again. Apparently, someone of your acquaintance has