It Took a Movie to Do It

WITH a strange craftiness, the kind that only an alcoholic can summon, our hero stalked the elusive jug he'd hidden in his father-in-law's greenhouse. He staggered through potted palms, trampled underfoot fragile plants and flowers. Suddenly he let out a wild cry of exultance. Here was the hiding place. He could almost see the bottle under the low foliage of a palm.