Peeper

Anglich: Listen to me, I put my kid in an orphanage 29 years ago. It was a nice place; trees, flowers, other kids to play with. And I had to go away, on business. You get the picture?

Anglich: When you came back, she was gone - and you are holding my shirt. Thank you.

Anglich: Only two years later, they give her away to some stranger.

Leslie C. Tucker: She was adopted you mean?

Anglich: Adopted! The place is a pawn shop. I got a hold of this mug that worked there, charged me 75 dollars - in 1919, that's a million - anyhow, told me she was took by a guy named Conroy.

Leslie C. Tucker: Where's this Conroy now?

Anglich: Beats me. At the old address nobody knows him, I checked the first day I got in town.

Anglich: What do you mean, "got in town"?

Anglich: I've been in Tampa, Florida. I left L.A. 12 years ago. I only been back a couple of days.

Anglich: You mean you haven't looked for your daughter since 1918?

Anglich: [grabs him by the shirt] I've been busy!