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I feel the rush inside This blush room in my

mind All the walls that come down

And the stones that turn to sand I feel the

rush inside Till you crush

Sometimes in love, you settle for what's comfortable, what's safe, a stable

relationship that works.

But I'm constantly haunted by the belief that there's got to be something more

out there.

I'm not sure if who you end up with is decided by destiny or fate, but

it was a gamble I was willing to take.

Well, that's what I exist for, Martin.

To make fantasies come true.

Not just any fantasies.

Your fantasies.

And to think, if I would have gone downstairs an hour later, or left a

earlier, I wouldn't have been there when you arrived.

It's perfect timing.

Such a happy coincidence.

Perhaps it was fate.

You believe in destiny, Mon?

Yeah, I think.

Light?

Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I don't smoke. I don't have any meth.

That's not what I meant.

Is that a light beer?

No.

When I want a beer, I want a beer.

What would you like?

Perfect Manhattan.

Straight up.

You got it.

That's where I'm from.

New York City, boy, huh?

What are you all doing down here in Atlanta?

I'm a VP for a bank out of New York. I'm here doing a seminar this week.

Sounds fascinating.

It's not that fascinating.

Sorry. I can be a little slow sometimes.

How much is it?

Five dollars.

Here.

Good. Shall we retire to a table?

So what's your name?

Martin. Martin Blake.

I'm Martine.

The odds against that must be... 100 ,000 to one.

That's right, you're a banker.

You play the odds for a living.

No, I always go for the safe bet.

Somewhere along the line, you must have taken a long shot.

Staked everything on one wild throw of the dice.

What makes you so sure of that?

I'm a good judge of character.

Okay.

Tell me something about myself.

For starters, I'd say that an hour from now you're going to be upstairs in your

room.

It doesn't take a prophet to perceive that.

Fucking me.

Um, forgive me for asking, but...

Why me? Why not one of them?

Maybe I see something special in you.

Well, I hate to admit it, but I'm just an ordinary kind of guy.

Is that how you see yourself?

Well, it's not true.

Yes, it is.

Now, if it were, I wouldn't be here with you right now, would I?

All my life, I have fantasized about a woman as beautiful as you, picking me

of the crowd just like you did in there.

This is happening.

Well, I can tell you something that'll help you believe it.

Oh, yeah? What is it?

You're so elegant, I thought you were a model or something.

Well, they don't allow cheap hustlers to walk through that door.

But look at it this way.

You can buy a hamburger for 50 cents.

Or you can order Chateaubriand at a French restaurant for $50.

Either way, you get a piece of meat.

The question is, what level of quality can you afford, Marty?

Please don't call me Marty.

What's wrong with Marty?

When I was a kid, I watched a movie on TV called Marty. Did you ever see it?

I don't think so.

Ernest Borgnine was the lead.

Marty was a butcher in the Bronx.

He couldn't get a date.

It was a real sad case.

Sounds depressing.

Oh, it was.

It haunted me like most scary movies give kids nightmares.

I was always afraid of ending up like that, alone on Friday night, watching

Well, I never heard of anyone being so affected by a movie before.

Anyway, it's a side in time, Martin.

Five minutes from now, we're up in your room.

I'm out that door.

For which they're going to be.

$500 for the mat.

You can do it by the hour, but I'd recommend the own item.

And I hope you have cash because you don't accept credit cards.

Yes, it is permissible.

That was uncalled for.

Wait, um... What's the matter? Second thoughts?

Uh, no, not that, um... Maybe I should go to the lobby store.

Oh, did my little boy scout forget that he's supposed to be prepared?

That's a good thing that your little girl scout knows the business.

Um, my room's just around the corner.

Wait.

Gracious. What a gorgeous suite.

Have you been in here before?

There are 300 rooms in this hotel.

Even I haven't been to them all.

Do

I

pay you an hour in the morning?

You certainly are the banker.

Well, I have a hunch I can trust you.

I'm just going to use the powder room.

Would you

like

something more modern?

No.

I'm a hopeless romantic.

I should have been born a long time ago.

Where women wore long gowns and fur capes.

Better than the hats.

And wars were fought over important things like beautiful women's

And everyone listened to classical music.

For them, it wouldn't have been classical. It would have been

Oh, yes.

I almost forgot.

The logical mind of Martin Blake.

We're about to do something totally illogical, aren't we?

I feel the rush of life.

There's nothing in my mind.

All the walls have come down.

And the stone has turned.

Indigo blue.

Walls.

Not indigo. Close, but there's a name for it. I can't think.

Midnight blue?

Yes, that's it.

Such a strange you.

Almost appears to be changing colors when different lights hit it.

Like people.

Tell me about yourself.

No. Something women in my profession never do.

How about you? No one special in your life?

There is one woman.

I'm jealous.

She's more of a friend than anything else.

Yeah, sure.

Well, if it were more than that, would I be leaving her behind in Manhattan when

I move to L .A. next week?

Japanese or Chinese?

I made your NYU with business, not fine arts.

What do you see in it?

A big wave crashing down on some people in little boats.

Oh, come on, Martin.

What does it mean?

I see some sailors unfortunate enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong

time.

Terrible accident?

That's what it says to you?

Hmm.

Well, what do you see?

Well, certainly not an accident.

More, um, a sense of destiny.

I mean, don't those waves remind you of fingers reaching out for the sailors?

Come to think of it, yeah, I do.

And look at their faces.

They don't fight in their faith.

They're accepting it.

Talk about fate.

I almost didn't come down to the bar tonight. I considered staying up here

watching TV, ordering room service.

You didn't want to be like Marty, huh?

So you went out to find your fate, just like those sailors.

My fate's a lot nicer than theirs.

Come on, little boy.

Make love to me one last time.

Martin Blake's great adventure.

Is it everything you hoped it would be?

That and much more.

I'll have to leave shortly.

What's wrong?

I thought of losing you.

You'll be fine.

You'll absolutely love L .A.

You live there?

No, I've never even visited.

Well, how do you know that I'd love it then?

Someone dear to me lives there?

A boyfriend?

No, not a boyfriend.

Anyway, it's that time.

Do you want to have breakfast?

No.

What good could it do to extend this momentary madness?

Well, how do you know it's momentary?

Listen, Martin.

There are good hookers and bad hookers.

Small ones and dumb ones.

There's one rule we all live by.

You don't fall in love with a John.

Outside of this room, in the daylight, we might look at this and laugh.

If you walk out that door, I don't think I'll be able to handle it.

Will you have breakfast with me?

How do you like to taste the best buckwheat cakes in Atlanta?

Good

morning.

Hi, how are you doing?

Coffee?

Yeah.

They know you're here. Well, I come here a lot.

Did you ever bring someone in here with you?

No. The first time ever.

You're a regular here. You order for us. You guys ready?

Two orders of buckwheat cakes, country sauce sausage, and hot coffee.

You know how I feel right now.

He needs her at a soda fountain sharing a Coke with his date.

Thank you for breakfast.

Thank you for bringing me here with you.

Oh, Martin.

It won't work.

Think what you are.

What I am.

I don't care.

Hey, you're the one who said things happen because they were meant to.

Hey, destiny.

It's madness.

Well, it's no good.

I want to see you tonight.

Well, if you insist, Martin.

I'm going to be walking through the door of that hotel, same time as last night,

same time as always.

I'll be waiting for you.

Well, I'd almost forgotten myself.

I'm flattered.

Can I drop you somewhere?

Oh, no, you hurry. You're going to be late for work.

Oh, and Martin, I never would have taken this.

Except I need it.

I understand.

Gracious.

Oh, little boy.

Yeah? What's your name?

Leonard.

Well, Leonard, I want you to take this and buy yourself some.

That's $500 of whatever it is little boys like these days.

Thank you. Good morning. I think we're going to cut it. Come on in.

Mr. Blake, is everything all right? We were worried. Forgive me for being late.

Phone calls about my transfer from New York to Los Angeles.

Oh, no problem.

If I would have known how wonderful this city is, I'd transfer here.

Well, we're delighted to hear that.

I absolutely adore this city.

Let's go to work.

Sir, usual?

I beg your pardon?

A Manhattan?

Uh, certainly, sir.

There you go, sir.

Charge that to your room. That'd be fine.

Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Blake?

No, wait a minute.

Please.

Does she come in here every night?

Is she ever late?

She?

Martine.

Martine? Beautiful lady, brunette.

Prostitute.

I don't know what you're talking about, sir.

She's very beautiful. I was here with her last night. The coat, beautiful

Oh, the girl in the white dress.

Yeah. She's never been in here before last night.

Sorry.

Hey, Martin.

Barbara, hello.

How are things going in New York?

Well, it'd be fine if only you were here.

I will be in a few days.

Yeah, and then in two weeks you'll be headed out to L .A. For good.

We'll talk that through when I get back.

You make it sound so simple.

I don't think anything's simple anymore.

Martin, are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Anyway, I went by and checked on your apartment and everything's fine.

And, oh, your plane ticket came.

And your mother called.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

She told me to tell you to call her.

Good morning, Mr. Blake.

We've been tossing around some concepts and you're in for a challenging session.

China, Chicago, and New York are one of the largest growing changing customer

banking needs.

Some of the things that we discussed yesterday were customer service.

Once again, I believe that... Eric?

I'll have a minute.

Excuse me, Mr. Blake.

Is that the lady you were looking for last night?

Martine.

My name's Sandra, baby.

You can call me Martine if you like.

I'm so sorry. I was looking for someone.

Hey, you're not a cop, are you? No, no, I'm nobody. I just thought you were... I

was looking for Martine.

Who?

Martine. She's a brunette like you. Do you know her?

No. I don't know any Martine.

But then again, I don't know all the dude's women.

Dude.

Where can I find this dude?

Excuse me. Get out.

Hey, baby, what's happening? I'm looking for dude.

It's some kind of bus.

I'm no cop.

You're looking for me? Yeah.

How did you know?

Word travels fast.

I'm no cop.

Yeah, then what the fuck are you?

I'm a client.

You didn't get your money's worth? I just want some information on a girl

works for you. She's beautiful. Her name's Martine.

Who?

Please, I was just with her a few nights ago. I know she works for you.

This bitch really got to you, huh?

Yes.

Well, something strange is going down.

Because this lady you're so strung out on, she don't exist.

And command.

Are you Mr. Katz or Mr. Feeney?

Actually, both.

The jerk that painted the sign on the door got it wrong.

Have you ever thought of getting it changed?

Why? Are you a sign painter?

Because if you are, you better do a damn sight better job than he did. I didn't

pay him a penny.

Well, good for you.

Sit down.

Do you know where you can get a decent corned beef sandwich in a town?

Kosher corned beef or Irish?

Either one. Both.

What's a half -Irish, half -Jewish detective doing in Atlanta?

Everybody's got to be someplace.

Now it's your turn.

You've never been in a private investigator's office, right?

Didn't think so. You're disappointed that I'm not Humphrey Bogart, right?

Everybody is.

Tell me your troubles.

What's her name?

How did you know it was a woman?

People come in here for a lot of things, but when a guy comes in with an

expression on his mug like you got, gotta be a woman.

Yes, sir.

Oh, it's you.

Yeah, it's me. What, were you expecting some brunette?

Hi, how you doing?

All right. What do you have?

Give me a shot of Bushmills.

Found out anything?

That's why I'm here.

Then you have.

No, I haven't.

I've been through every one of my contacts, and there's not a hint that

woman you described ever hooked in Atlanta.

That's not true.

She was a pro. I know she... She was.

Would you mind describing her to me one more time?

She was very elegant, am I right?

Gorgeous.

Very sophisticated lady. She spoke knowingly of painting, philosophy,

music.

You're not describing a hooker.

That sounds like a society lady. That's what I thought at first, but after...

You never saw this broad before?

Never saw it.

It's starting to make sense to me.

This kind of thing happens more than you would guess.

Ladies from... upscale suburbia, they look around at all the stuff they've

Then they look in the mirror and they wonder why the hell they're so

And they begin to wonder if they're bartering their bodies to husbands that

don't love in exchange for the Porsche and the swimming pool and all that

Then one day, some of them kind of like quietly go crazy.

They figure that if they feel like upscale whores,

and maybe it'd be kind of fun to act out that role one time.

That sounds pretty far -fetched.

No, I had a case with a guy.

He makes a date with a hooker on the phone and says, meet me at the hotel.

He goes to the hotel, and the hooker is his own wife.

That's a true story.

But listen, if you want to do this, just, you know, get out of it as a one

expense, it's okay with me.

No, no, no, stick with it.

But let me tell you, this could get rough.

Because if she turns out to be married to some important character, we could be

opening up quite a can of worms.

Yeah, he's got a point there, Mr. Blake. This could get dangerous.

So, you know, maybe you want to drop it.

Uh, no, I have to find her.

Okay, fine.

Tomorrow afternoon.

Drop by my office.

You're paying for this.

See you.

Why don't you go check the tenants on this hall?

Is he, uh... Is he all right?

He's alive.

Just barely.

Thank God.

He's a nice guy, too.

Never gave us any kind of a problem, like some in his line of work.

How'd you know him?

I was just a client. He was running a routine investigation for me. There are

routine investigations. Maybe yours caused this.

That's impossible. No one even knew he was working for me, except for me. It

wasn't important to anyone but me.

Just a woman.

Listen, buddy.

men were finding themselves floating face down in the river over women long

before anybody figured out anything else worth killing for.

I'm Lieutenant Dopkin.

Grab a seat. This is going to take a while.

So you hired a victim to work for you?

How did you get to him?

You're going to be okay, mister.

I'll explain that to you.

No spoken word can describe this high.

You've stolen my soul, but now

I fear.

How can I live if you're not

near?

And we were here together three days ago? Lots of people were here three days

ago. Lots of guys, lots of girls. Not like this one. She was quite beautiful.

I'm sure you'd remember her.

We were sitting in that booth right over there.

Beautiful, huh?

Well, here's hoping she comes back.

Thank you.

It's okay.

He's gone.

John, he won't leave me alone.

Thanks a lot. No problem.

Go.

What a flight.

Okay, so the furniture that you wanted to keep has been shipped to L .A.

already, and your clothes should arrive Monday.

How am I going to survive without you?

You don't have to.

I can't ask you to move all the way across the country.

You're so subtle.

Cut the crap, Martin.

If you don't want me with you, just tell me.

What we have is comfortable.

We like and we respect one another.

We take care of each other's needs.

But shouldn't there be more?

I'm a realist. I don't need to search for the perfect romance at work.

Martin.

It's all so crazy. I don't even know who she is.

Great. I feel better already.

There was something special.

I don't know if it was love.

I do know that it's the kind of feeling you believe when you're young you'll

experience someday.

Oh, shit.

Like I said, I'm not even sure who she is.

And it's over?

It's not over.

Even if I never see her again.

It's like I touched a spider web.

A what?

A spider web.

You push it against it once and you never get loose.

You're the new man, aren't you?

Oh, yes, I am. Yeah, Collier's really excited about winning your way from New

York.

Anyway, when you meet him, here's the buzzword.

Integrity. Okay, you keep repeating that, he's going to love you. Well,

you for the advice.

Excuse me. May I help you?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Martin Blake. I'm here to see Mr. Collier.

Oh, it's very nice to meet you.

Thank you.

Mr. Blake is here to see you.

Please, go right in.

I'm sorry if I've interrupted you. We were just finishing up.

Gentlemen, have a seat.

Oh, it's my fair time lately. It's been taken out of my damn internal

investigation.

Several million missing, and the cover -up was brilliant.

You believe some people in the banking industry could have so little...

Integrity.

Exactly. Good for you, Blake.

I am going to catch whoever did it.

But that should keep me busy for the next couple of weeks.

I apologize for not having a chance to speak with you yet.

Don't give it a thought.

Meanwhile, I want you to take as much time as you need to get settled in.

I'll do that.

Good to have you on board, Blake. Thanks.

All the walls have come down and the stones have turned.

I'm actually getting used to driving everywhere instead of walking.

How about driving over to my house for dinner tomorrow night?

I'd love to.

Great. I'll have my secretary give you directions.

Thank you, sir.

Good evening, sir.

I'll take that.

Thank you. Hello, Martin. Found us all right?

Great directions.

Thanks.

Come on in.

Make yourself at home.

Gorgeous home you have here.

That's my wife's doing.

Honey, Mr. Blake is here.

Here in a moment, darling.

Can I get you something to drink?

Whiskey straight up.

I can do that.

Hey, guys, don't start without me.

If you pick some drinks, darling, I'll take a Manhattan.

Georgene, this is Martin Blake. Well, Bob's told me so much about you, it

as if I know you already.

Here.

Oh, call me Georgene, please.

And I'll call you Marty.

No, that's just not right. You're not a Marty.

Mm -hmm.

Pardon?

I feel alive now With my home in my

mind All the wa -

Mrs. Collier, excuse me.

Well, Martin, hello.

You can call me Georgie.

Could I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

Well, this was absolutely licit. A new man trying to seduce a boss's wife.

week on the job.

No, I wouldn't if I... Well, I'm crushed, am I, Luke Spade? Of course

I just wanted to discuss the possibility that we've met before.

Really?

Well, it's an old land, certainly, but then I'm an old -fashioned girl, so I

kind of like it.

Would you like to have the cigarette?

Because if you do, feel free to.

Oh, I don't smoke, thank you.

Oh, really?

I'm learning all about you.

Sounds to me like you got me confused with somebody else.

What an intriguing name.

Georgene.

By coincidence, I was in Georgia last week.

That is quite a coincidence.

Or fate.

Ever been to Georgia?

Are you getting to know me or cross -examining me?

Maybe I should go a little slower.

What do you want, Martin Blake?

Nothing.

I want a second chance.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't want to lose you.

That line about us having met before?

You said you felt as if you knew me.

Do I resemble her that much?

You are her.

That's funny. I thought I was me.

Can I see you again?

Absolutely not.

Why not?

Because a woman wants to be appreciated for herself.

Not because she bears some resemblance to a mystery lady from a man's past.

I didn't wait.

What did you call me?

I'm sorry. How could you know about Martine?

Because I met her in Atlanta last week.

That's impossible.

Why?

Because Martine's dead.

We worked amazingly long hours.

I know Mr. Collier is impressed.

Time does get away from me.

I'm going home.

First, he said stop by his office. He wants to see you. He said it was

important.

Night.

Good night.

You wanted to see me, Bob?

Blake, come on in. Have a seat.

More on that internal investigation?

That is the least of my problems now.

I don't understand.

Would you like a drink?

Sure.

You're different than other people in this office, Blake.

There's something in your eyes that tell me you're the kind of person that I

could trust.

I am a good listener.

It's my wife.

I think that I'm losing her.

Georgine?

You seem so happy.

Is it another man?

Ironically, it's another woman.

Her sister.

She was killed in an automobile accident.

Recently? A year ago, last week.

Atlanta.

They were close?

Well, actually, they hadn't seen each other in years, but there was a strong

bond between them that ran very deep.

They were born in poverty. Their mother died when they were very young. Their

father was an alcoholic.

No one would ever suspect Georgine came from such a background.

She determined very early to move up and out and make a decent life for herself.

Her sister moved up and out as well, but in a different direction. She became a

high -class hooker.

May I?

Help yourself.

A few days after the anniversary of the accident, Georgine disappeared.

No letter, no explanation.

I was at my wit's end.

A week later, I came home and she was back.

She acted as though she had never been gone.

We never discussed it.

I'm losing her. I really believe that I am losing her, Blake.

And I can't bear the thought of it.

After Georgene, there is just no other woman in this world for me.

I understand.

You do.

Then you must have known someone like this.

I've brushed up against the spider web.

Thanks for listening.

You're a good man.

Hey, can you tell me where a guy can find a decent corned beef sandwich in

town? That depends.

Irish or Jewish.

Either one, both.

I don't suppose you'll tell me how you got inside my apartment.

Does a magician give away the tricks of his trade?

So what brings you to L .A.? Well, certainly not the food.

Can you believe they try and pass this off as a New York -style deli?

It must have been brutal.

Oh, yes, yeah.

Oh, it was a 6 '9 bodybuilder type, a gorilla in a ski mask.

And you're here now risking more of the same.

Well, you get hit hard enough, and after a while it's not just a job anymore.

You start taking it personal, you know what I mean, sweetheart?

Now you do sound like Bogart.

You know, that lady you want to locate has...

Very strong feelings about maintaining her privacy.

And you did speak with her?

No. No.

She disappeared.

Off the face of the earth, as they say. Used to say in the old movies.

I didn't mean the old movies. I meant the old paperback novels.

Anyway, when I finally crawled off my hospital bed, I made it a point to go

see your hotel room.

And I'm getting a strong sense of deja vu here.

Maybe I did get a little carried away.

You've got an obsession, that's what you've got, Blake.

I don't have an obsession. And the first step in dealing with it is admitting

it. Well, maybe I do, but you're here. Maybe you have an obsession with her,

too. No.

You're obsessed with her.

I'm obsessed with your stupid obsession.

Anyway, where are you staying?

Don't call me. I'll call you. on you.

And until I do, try and get your fantasy and your reality sorted out, will you?

For your own good.

Martin?

Yes?

It's me, Georgene.

Hi.

I'm sorry about the other day. I was way out of line.

It was my fault. I overreacted.

Georgie, the other night you told me you felt very comfortable with me

as if we'd met before.

When I met you, I felt like I was rediscovering someone that I'd known in

another life.

I know that sounds crazy, but it's the way I feel.

No, not crazy.

But there are things about yourself that you're unaware of.

I can help you.

I need you.

I need as much of your time as possible.

Well, I don't mean to be forward, but I could come to your place if you like.

I'd like that very much.

I've never done anything like this before.

Gracious.

Would you like me to back out?

Yes, please.

Come in.

All right.

I'm shaking.

Oh, that's okay.

So am I.

What are you drinking?

Manhattan's. Extra strong.

What a lovely apartment.

Would you like to see the rest?

Sure.

This is the living room.

Mm -hmm.

This is the kitchen.

And this is...

bedroom.

Well, you saved the best for last.

Mr. Blake, are you trying to seduce me?

It's Rome.

Sit down, please.

Thanks. I need it.

Better? A little.

Give me a few minutes. I'll be okay.

The color of the walls.

It's so beautiful.

Midnight blue.

It changes in the bright light.

Sometimes it's one shade, sometimes a completely different you.

Like people.

Yes, like people.

I know.

Let's pretend I'm not me.

Well, who are you, then?

Let's pretend I'm a high -class whore.

Why that, of all things?

That's what I feel like half the time.

I don't really love Bob.

I only married him to escape from Atlanta.

Every night I trade my body for a respectable life.

What thing is that, Pat?

A level that people like you can't even imagine.

How my sister and I ever survived it.

Anyway, tonight I'm going to become what I've felt like for a long, long time.

Have you given in to this urge before?

Why do you ask that?

No reason.

Well, I have my secrets.

Even from you.

Okay.

What's your name tonight?

I have no name I'm just your nameless fantasy An

elegant fucking machine Isn't that what every man really wants?

See, in my profession, it's important to know how to enter a room.

Some men would have been disappointed if I hadn't made my grand entrance

completely nude.

And you're glad I still got my panties on, because that gives you something

to anticipate.

I'm anticipating.

Mr. Martin Blake, who lives in a world of known things,

all those columns and numbers, pages of data,

profits and percentages.

It's a world without mystery.

That's why you're here with me, isn't it?

I said, isn't it?

Say it again.

I command you.

Yes. Louder! Yes!

Oh, that's better.

You may kiss me again.

Ow!

Wow, what's wrong?

You bit me.

Well, do you mind?

I don't know.

Well, get out of these stuffy old clothes.

And dresses neatly.

Even before sex, right?

You hang up your pants so the creases will be perfect in the morning.

And you always hang up your shirt like a good little boy.

Well, not tonight.

This is what we do to naughty little boys.

I would never hit you.

Not now.

Not ever.

Well, let's see if you're man enough to satisfy me.

You're such a bitch.

Is that a complaint?

Ah, that was wild.

The drinks were pretty strong, huh?

Weird dreams.

I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me yours.

Oh, my God, it's two in the morning.

Well, maybe if I ignore it, whoever it is will think I'm not in or

asleep or maybe... Who could it be?

Um...

Waldo. Who?

A detective in Atlanta.

Ruined. Just stay right here.

The wizard.

Forgive me for coming here at this hour.

I had nowhere to turn.

Bob. She's gone.

I came home late. I looked all over the house.

She's just gone. I don't know where.

You're very overwrought right now. She's probably out with some girlfriends.

She's not out with any friends.

Oh, my God.

Calm down.

I'm a bigger fool than I even thought I was.

And I trusted you. It was my fault, Bob.

That's not true. I'm the one who talked her into coming over here, Bob.

Lies. Let me explain.

I thought you hit her.

Are you okay?

His head hit the table.

Oh, my God.

Are you all right? Yes.

Come on.

You better check on him.

Is he all right?

Is he okay?

He's dead.

He can't be dead. He's not dead.

They're going to put me in jail.

No, I'll protect you.

I'll keep you out of it no matter what.

Will you do that for me, Mom?

I swear it.

If I have to, I'll confess.

I love you, Georgine.

I love you too, Mom.

What do we do?

Call the police? No, we cannot call the police. We can't... What then?

We have to make a plan.

We'll put his body in the car. We'll drive it near your neighborhood.

We'll leave the body on the street.

And it'll look like it's your mom.

Get in your car and follow me.

Drop the car off at your place and you take me back to my house.

Okay. You all right?

Do you really believe this will work?

If you stick to the story. But you can't trip up even the smallest detail.

I know, I know.

Drop me back off at my place and then go home and go to bed.

Shouldn't I call the police and tell them my husband's missing?

No. The first thing you'll notice when they get there is that the car engine is

still hot.

I'll call it.

Okay.

In the morning, someone will see the body and will call the police.

When they arrive, you tell them that you got home before your husband and that

you fell asleep while waiting on him.

Just arrived here.

It's blood all right.

Blake.

Never figured you for a night owl.

Gordon Blake.

I'm Michael Lasky, LAPD.

Your super called the police.

Said the tenants were complaining about blood -curdling screams coming from your

apartment.

When I got here, Mr. Cazzafini was at your door trying to wake you.

No one was home.

Holy shit, you really outdid yourself this time, didn't you?

There's blood on the carpet. Have your people run their tests.

See if it matches the blood on this.

I guess this is where I read you your rights.

Congratulations, Blake.

I bet you spent your whole life just waiting to fuck up this big.

You have the right to a lawyer. Anything you say may be used against you.

There's a neighbor over there that said they saw a lady slip in here earlier.

Now, who might that be, Blake? Is that your dream girl again?

Listen, why don't you come inside and call your attorney? I don't want a

I will make a statement. No, Blake, you better wait for your lawyer. The blood

came from my boss at the bank, Bob Collier.

He approached me tonight about irregularities in my office.

Money missing.

I had been drinking and things got very ugly.

And I did what I did.

And then I dumped the body.

What about the woman? There is no woman.

This Mrs. Rose over here said she saw a woman.

Mrs. Rose is seeing things. I acted on my own.

That's all I have to say.

Well, that's enough for me.

Cut them.

Tell me her name, Blake.

Maybe there's still enough time so I could do something to help.

I only hope she was worth it.

You scared the shit out of me.

Oh, my God. Are you all right?

I'm all right.

I had to make it look real.

I was so worried about you.

By now, Blake ought to be with the police, insisting that he killed me.

Do you really believe they're going to buy this thing without a body? It

matter. I'll start your investigation immediately.

Search for the missing body, plan for the trial. It'll take months.

They'll buy us all the time that we need.

Who cares that two years from now they can't convict without a corpse?

Meanwhile, the investigation into those missing funds gets put on hold.

Well, the investigation that was going to indict me.

Dead man.

Got your plane ticket? Right here.

You sure you don't want to take more of the money with you?

Five million cash the places I'll be hiding out. No way You just keep it safe

till I contact you

See

you in Rio in Rio

Hello, police department.

I believe you have a Martin Blake being held for the alleged murder of Robert

Collins.

Well, if you send a squad car to the airport right now, you will find Bob

and well on boarding flight 301 to New York.

Or you may want to hold him until tomorrow morning when the bank announces

publicly that their esteemed president has embezzled $5 million.

You can come out now, Blake.

I'm not giving you my full confession. What more do you want?

You're free to go.

What?

If you're looking for the lady, forget it.

She's long gone.

I told you there was no woman. Oh, Blake.

You can stop covering for her now.

Hey, don't you get it?

She's the reason he's going in and you're coming out.

You know what a setup is, Blake?

I was the patsy.

Congratulations.

And now he's the patsy, and you're free man again.

Can I ask him one thing?

Yeah, sure. Be my guest.

That first night in Atlanta,

Was it Martine or Georgine?

What? Who was it?

Or is Martine really dead?

Still the perfect fool, Blake.

There was no Martine. She's a fantasy concocted especially for you. You get

Are you absolutely sure about that?

Somebody get this jerk away from me.

Now, Blake, it's time to go.

Hey.

Well, this is just what I was hoping for.

Happy ending before I fly home.

I'm not so sure happy is the word.

Come on, you got your life back.

The bum that did a number on you is in stir. Not only that, you made a big time

with this babe. If I'm going to believe you, she was worth all the crap you've

been through.

Collier says there's only one woman. I'm not so certain.

One or two or 58. What the hell's the difference?

Thing is, you got to start picking your women a little more carefully from now

on. Why did she blow the whistle on Collier?

She could have collected the insurance money, not to mention the money she

already had.

I figured it was... You know, maybe a last -second inspiration.

She couldn't get you out unless she put him in.

And I figure that maybe somewhere in that ice -cold heart of hers, she really

does have a soft spot for you.

Yeah, maybe.

I guess this is where we say goodbye.

Yeah, you gotta start taking care of yourself.

Like a big boy.

Okay? I hope you make it, Blake.

Mwah.

made me feel like I was a bug.

I get feelings, you know. I had enough pain.

I must stay home tonight and watch the hit parade.

Are you going to die without a son? I'll die without a son.

Oh, Marty, put on the blue suit, huh? Blue suit, gray suit. I'm just a fat

little man, a fat ugly man.

It was just in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd stop by.

Come in.

Okay.

That's a long story.

I got plenty of time.

I missed you.

Oh, thank you, sir.

It turns out that she really did have a twin sister.

And that old bartender from the hotel, he was actually her father.

What a scam.

They got away with a lot of cash that night.

Got the money, honey?

Five million dollars of it.

Good girl.

How's your flight?

Oh, it was fine. Sick to be here.

Well, we'll have to have a nice dinner then.

Not to worry. We'll just let him die.

Katz came close to catching them, but he'd never met the girls and failed to

recognize the old man.

Two years later, he called me and said that they had been picked up by the

Atlanta police.

Katz asked me if I wanted to talk with her in jail.

I must admit, I was tempted.

But her memory was finally beginning to fade from my mind.

I thought it best not to gamble with my destiny anymore.

Mushroom in my mind All the walls that come

down And the stone that I've turned to sand I feel

the run inside Still you

I've tasted your sweetness with my hungry eyes.

No spoken word can describe this

high.

Stolen my soul, but now I feel.

If you're not near, I'll be your soldier.

I'll be your guide.

Love is worth it if together we're proud.

You ran away.

You still don't believe.

My love for you knows no

reprieve.

Well, you can't change.

together