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-DAVID: Great! I love it! Beautiful! -(CAMERA CLICKS)

I like it. Move over there.

Lose the cigarette.

-Cigarette? -Yeah, lose the cigarette.

All right.

Mr. Hanover could you please count to three,

so I'm ready when you take the next picture?

David, call me David.

You're scaring me.

-I need that look. -What look?

That look!

DAVID: Great! That's it, wonderful.

Now, lose the sheet, Colleen.

Lose the sheet. Lose the sheet! Lose the sheet!

-Great, that's wonderful. -(GASPS)

That's it, great. Hold it. That's it.

Beautiful! Now, put your hand over your head.

I can't. Can we do it another way, please?

Don't be such a little girl, put your hand over your head.

Beautiful! Wonderful! Great!

Fabulous! Great! That's it!

Beautiful! Beautiful! Great!

That's great! That's it! Beautiful!

Oh, yes!

That's great!

(LAUGHING) Wonderful!

That's exactly what I wanted. Beautiful.

-(SOBBING) -You were wonderful.

You were great. You look great, honestly.

You were great.

WOMAN: Want to see how hard I make you?

WOMAN 2: I've got a nice mouth for you, honey.

Forty bucks, honey, 40 bucks.

WOMAN: Anything you want, baby.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

I've got something down here, for you, honey.

Hi!

-WOMAN: Oh, shit. -WOMAN 2: Oh, damn.

-Come on, let's get out of here. -Shit.

Move over. Come on. I'm getting out.

-You having a good night? -I'm not...

Hey, come on let me see.

Let me see it. Give me that.

(RADIO HISSING)

OFFICER: What, you got to be kidding.

-That's all you got? -WOMAN: Hey, didn't you're mama teach you some manners?

Yeah, see man, we ain't got shit, so why don't you just leave us alone?

Looks like we're gonna have to work something out.

-Come on. Let's go, come on. -Hey, you're gonna to pay me money for this, or what?

Move it!

-OFFICER: Get around here. -WOMAN: What the fuck are you doing?

-OFFICER: Come on, honey. -WOMAN: What are you...

-OFFICER: Shut up! -WOMAN: Ow!

OFFICER: Go on.

Uh-oh. We've got company.

Can't handle all of them.

-OFFICER 2: Where are you? -OFFICER: We're around the back.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Get down, where you belong.

-(RADIO HISSING) -Shit, he's pulling on the fucking wire, let's go!

Wait! We don't have enough on tape yet.

WOMAN: Hey!

What do you think you're... What are you doing?

-(STATIC) -(INDISTINCT TALKING FROM RADIO)

WOMAN: Oh... You're hurting me.

OFFICER: Swallow me, honey.

Come on, we got him.

Police! Police!

Don't move!

(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Police! Police! You're under arrest!

-You okay? -Yeah, yeah. You?

Yeah.

-Who the fuck are you? -District Attorney, asshole!

You piece of shit!

Shit! You a cop too?

Yeah, ain't justice a bitch?

Miss Greenway, what do you want me to do with the others?

-Arrest them. -For what?

Aiding and abetting.

OFFICER: Let's go, now!

Yo, Dana!

-What took you so long? -The wire went out.

I wanted to get him on a felony and I needed it on tape.

Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait a minute!

The wire went out, so you fucking waited?

You really are a piece of work, you know that?

-Can we talk about this later? -When do you want to talk about it?

That was my ass on the line back there, not yours!

A conviction is more important to you than anything, isn't it?

That's not true, you're important to me.

Shit!

(SIGHS)

Charnoff wants to know what you want to about Bailey.

Tell Charnoff where he can shove it.

Simmons is up for parole in three weeks.

No way Simmons gets parole.

We go for a stop.

-Tuesday you've got the reception at the Swan... -Feel the chill!

I don't think I'm going to win "Miss Popularity" this year.

I'd still vote for you.

-Miss Greenway, he wants to see you. -Later.

He said right now.

-Yeah? -I got a call from the commissioner.

We have to make a deal on all the cops except for Riggs.

Two of the cops never got out of the patrol car,

and you can't prove that the third one knew what was going on.

Yes I can. I have it on tape.

This goes beyond Internal Affairs, Stanton.

-Those cops broke the law. -They're putting pressure on me to censor you.

For what? Doing my job?

For going out on these busts.

Nobody else in the department does it. It's not your job. Its police work.

I get fifty per cent more convictions, when I'm at the arrest.

It's pissing people off and...

(LOUDLY) Well, your double standard is pissing me off!

(DOOR SLAMS)

The police said they didn't know who he was, so there was nothing they could do.

Colleen, did he force you to pose for him?

No. He said the pictures were for Vogue magazine.

Well, did you let him know that you didn't want to pose nude?

Yes, I said I didn't want to, but he scared me.

He made me wear this sheet, which was all right.

And then he ripped it off and I was just standing there naked.

Colleen, you seem sure that you had sex with this guy against your will.

If he'd been the real David Hanover, would everything be all right?

I don't know.

When did you realize he wasn't?

I called the number on his business card after he left.

I understand how you feel if that's any consolation.

But impersonating someone for sexual gain is not against the law.

I'm really sorry.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

(CAMERA CLICKS)

The David Hanover?

-You know my work? -Who doesn't?

I think you'd make a wonderful subject.

Will you pose for me?

DAVID: Let's have a look at these.

This isn't working out. I don't know who I'm kidding.

Look, I'm sorry. Give me a chance. I've never done this before.

-That's pretty obvious. -I don't know what you want.

I want you, Hannah.

I don't want you acting like a model.

-Just tell me what to do. -Okay.

-You trust me? -Yeah.

Well, okay.

Now, you're tall. I'm tall. We have a tendency to stoop.

I want you to stop stooping.

Okay? Open up those shoulders, at least.

That's it! Look. Great.

Open up some more. That's more like it. Now we're talking.

That's it! Give me that smile. Great!

Great! I like it! That's more like it.

-You got it. -You're scaring me!

You're scaring yourself.

-Please, stop pushing me! -Great! Wonderful.

-Wait! -That's the one. Almost there.

-(WATER RUNNING) -That's it, God, you're beautiful.

-Beautiful, beautiful. -(HANNAH SHOUTING)

Maria!

-I know I'm a selfish, cruel, heartless... -Inconsiderate.

-Inconsiderate bitch. -Mmm-hmm.

But it's so you have someone to criticize.

I do it to make you look good.

-Maria, you're my best friend. -I'm you're only friend.

So you'd be the last person I'd want to hurt.

Please forgive me, I'm really sorry.

-Please? -Okay.

Next time, you be the hooker and I'll stay in the van.

-What is this? -Your first boxing lesson.

MAN: Look, you can't be afraid of getting hit.

'Cause if you are, you're going to restrict yourself.

Boxing is like a primitive dance.

And like every dance, it's about timing.

Sorry, I wasn't ready.

You have to get inside your opponents mind and know what he's going to do,

a split second before he executes.

Now, whether you're on the offense or the defense.

Get him to go for your feints.

That way you stay in control of the flow in the ring.

Got to be like a cobra, you got to be in and out

and mesmerize your opponent.

-Hypnotize him and then make your move. -Okay.

It's a choreography of arm movement.

One, two, get your arm straight,

-get the other up. -Uh-huh.

-Close, let your arms go... -MAN: Johnny, phone!

-Okay, rest. -Okay. Okay.

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

DAVID: Is there anything else you'd like?

Some chocolate croissants?

Stuffed animal?

Something illegal? Magic Fingers?

-Champagne, perhaps? -Mmm. Champagne.

Champagne it is. Where's your nearest store?

-About half a mile down the road. -Right.

Here, take my car.

Okay.

Hurry back.

(HUMMING)

What do you reckon, George?

Twenty-five hundred.

You'll get four for it.

You must have shit for brains, I said twenty-five hundred.

-All right, it's a deal. -You got papers?

-Have I ever let you down before? -Shit.

Anne, you're charging him with sexual assault,

did you let him know you didn't want to have sex with him?

Well, no, not really.

At first he made me feel...

Special. Beautiful.

Then when he stripped me, I felt so humiliated,

that when he started to comfort me,

it all just sort of happened.

-So you consented. -No,

I felt like I had no will, no consent to give.

Why did you go to the police?

I realized I'd been fooled when he didn't come back with my car.

-He stole your car? -Well, no, I gave him the keys.

-But, you expected him to bring it back? -Yes.

-Right, so he stole your car. -Yes.

Good, that's theft by deception.

We can use that.

You willing to go the distance with this thing?

That's it. Complete brief sheet.

It's 12:15 midnight, you know?

Victims in towns all over South Georgia.

Secretaries, waitresses, clerks.

He knows exactly who to pick. Women who won't fight back.

Hmm. This joker's shit as a photographer compared to the real guy.

He's damn sure got something going on with these women.

-Look at them. -I saw all the Polaroids.

No, I mean look at the women.

They're enjoying the hell out of themselves.

Look at this face.

There's more going on here than a simple con.

Some kind of... I don't know, mutual fantasy.

Can't you see it?

Hmm. Damn straight you can see it.

It's getting worse. Look at the pattern, Maria.

He keeps building to violence.

(DOOR OPENS)

-Dana? -I'm in the tub. I'll be out in a minute.

(SIGHS) Are you still mad at me?

Yeah.

Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?

Will you get me a towel?

Thanks.

Is this the photographer case you were telling me about?

Yeah.

This guy's been for the last couple of years collecting victims.

Secretaries, waitresses, housewives.

Dozens of rape and assault charges,

all dropped afterwards.

Sounds like there's no clear-cut sexual assault.

It's a tough case to win.

It's a gray area, like date rape.

I could set a legal precedent.

Yeah, but it's not your job to write the laws.

It's your job to uphold them.

Do you always have to be so patronizing.

You know I'll help you if I can.

It pays to be creative in a case like this.

When I was a DA in Boston,

I had a case where this ball player raped a nurse.

Jury was deadlocked because there was no evidence of a struggle.

I managed to get a re-trail,

but the only new evidence that I introduced was the fact that

he rubbed himself all over with her little white nurse's uniform.

Point being?

Point being, that the jury was more offended

by his perversity than his brutality.

Maybe what you need in this case is not

clear cut evidence of rape but...

Proof of perversity.

Mmm...

Why don't you just leave if you're worried about the time?

Please Dana, don't start.

I mean, really Stanton, why don't you just think of a better lie

or tell her the truth for a change.

You know I can't. You know why I can't.

We've been through this a hundred times.

Maybe it'd be better if I left.

He took off my clothes

and he made me get down on all fours.

He blindfolded me and led me out to the garden.

He asked me to say,

well, swear words.

DANA: Like what?

Pussy, cock.

He picked me, right away.

Somehow, he knew that I wanted to be...

I don't know, taken.

And, then he took my clothes off,

so he could look at me. Naked.

He started licking me up my back and...

He kept whispering to me to be loud,

not to hold it in.

I started crying because I thought I looked fat and ugly, but...

I started screaming and I couldn't stop.

Why would you let him put you in that kind of situation?

He kept just kept telling me how beautiful my body was.

Haven't you ever had a secret fantasy?

I need you to press charges on this guy.

File a complaint.

File assault charges so we can prosecute.

I don't want to.

Oh, God.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello, Hannah?

Could you give the phone to the woman who just sat at the bar with the pink dress on?

Thank you.

Hello.

This just came in from Savannah.

According to the police report, the guy that's been impersonating Hanover

picked her up at a club. She left her girlfriend there

who she was having drinks with and went off with him.

This is how they found her. She's still unconscious.

But it doesn't fit. A guy who scams 20 women doesn't usually beat up the 21st.

Patrick!

Patrick, book me the next flight to Savannah.

Right away.

Savannah Police Department isn't going to take too kindly to interference.

Those good old boys, the least they can do

is show me a little professional courtesy.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENTS ON PA)

MAN: She said "No, honey. I'd taken her hammock down last week."

(LAUGHTER)

Can we help you, Miss?

I'm Dana Greenway. I'm looking for Chief Ellis.

-You've found him. -We've been expecting you.

-Nice to meet you. -Same here.

What can we do for you?

How soon can you get me a status report on the woman in the hospital?

-Kelly Andrews? -Here's the file.

Here's the evidence we found at the apartment.

-Great. -Did you get any prints?

We checked the apartment,

but there's a whole lot of prints there we can't get an ID on.

In any case, there's not a lot more we can do,

until the victim becomes conscious.

DANA: Look...

If you can assign me a policewoman, I would...

Officer Tully has already been assigned to the case.

Well, maybe I can do it in drag.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You always want to do it in drag, Tully.

Look, this isn't funny.

This isn't funny. A woman is in critical condition.

-You should do something. -Have you checked the local photo labs?

Miss Greenway, I do not know what you do up there in Hotlanta,

but down here we go one step at a time.

Now, if we hear anything at all, you'll be the first to know.

I hope I am.

Thanks very much.

-What's your drink, honey? -What are they drinking?

Slammers.

I'll have one of those.

I am looking for a man.

Six feet tall, dark hair, blue eyes, maybe carrying a camera bag?

-Are you a cop? -No.

Well, honey, it seems like we all are looking for the same guy.

But one thing's true about this town,

whatever you're looking for, you'll find it here.

Are you a photographer?

I guess you could call me an amateur.

-What do you do? -I'm a school teacher.

Could have fooled me.

You look more like a... I don't know.

Interior designer, architect,

politician, lawyer.

Did I get warmer?

Dennis, who is this woman?

Dennis, answer me.

-There's nothing going on here. -Dennis!

(MOANING)

Hi, can I help you?

-Do you have pictures for David Hanover? -Yes.

Oh, they're not printed yet.

I'm the District Attorney from Atlanta.

I need you to print them up immediately.

All right.

Hi, Kim. Is the stuff ready?

Yes, Mr. Hanover.

-That will be $8.90, sir. -"Sir" now, is it?

Excuse me. The saleslady said this might belong to you.

It was mixed in with mine.

Thanks.

That's pretty wild. Is she a friend of yours?

-How did you get her to pose like that? -I'm a photographer.

-That's what I do. -Oh, I love photography.

I'm always taking pictures of my students.

I should introduce myself. I'm Dolores Wilson.

-I'm a teacher, here on vacation. -David Hanover.

-I've heard of you. -That's interesting.

I'm fascinated by the Holy Ghost.

Or is it just a fashion statement?

Listen, I'm going to have dinner, get something to eat.

Want to join me?

-Sure, okay. -Great.

DAVID: Did you go to Catholic school?

DANA: Yeah, up to the ninth grade.

-Did you? -Mmm-hmm.

It was an orphanage run by nuns.

Where was that?

What age children do you teach?

Seventh... Grade.

Seventh, ah, that's my lucky number.

Mine too.

Why are you so nervous?

-I'm not. -Yes, you are.

Well, maybe it's because I spend most of my time with children.

But I don't mean to bore you, honestly.

You're not boring me.

I think you're lying to me.

I don't know, there's something about you.

I don't think you teach. I don't think you particularly like children.

-That's interesting. -Can I see your hand?

-Oh... -Come on.

-Are you a palm reader? -You got a long lifeline.

-That's good. See this here? -Mmm-hmm?

That the seat of your sensuality.

It's the mound of Venus.

Yours is undeveloped.

Can we talk about something else?

Sure. Shall we talk about your lover?

That's none of your business.

You're a total stranger to me.

We're not strangers. It's only that we just met.

-Can I get you folks anything else? -No, thank you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Hanover, we don't take this card.

Oh, sorry, do you take personal check?

-I'm afraid not. -I'll get it.

I've got cash.

-Next one's yours? -I'd like to make it up to you though.

I'd like to photograph you.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Do you always photograph strangers?

No, I thought we agreed we weren't strangers.

What do you do with these photographs?

You've got a lot of style.

You can always tell what a woman is like from her shoes.

Whether she's hard or soft.

What she's like in bed.

Whether she likes to stay in control or give up control.

Whether she likes to

have power or give up power.

What can you tell about me from these shoes?

Well, you're tough.

Your hard on yourself and all those around you.

And I think you're looking for something.

What do you think I'm looking for?

We'll find out, won't we?

Do you have a light?

-Yeah, yeah, here. -What have you got in there?

-(LAUGHING) -I like to look in a woman's handbag.

Here you go. I'm going to fix my makeup.

There are two shades of...

Shit!

(INDISTINCT TALKING FROM POLICE RADIO)

(GASPS)

Stop it! Let me go!

From the first moment I met you, I knew you were trouble.

A gun!

Are you a cop?

A tape recorder. No ID, who are you?

Who the fuck are you?

Ow!

I must have done something impossibly right

to get a beautiful lady like you to come all the way down here.

Fuck you!

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

Daddy!

Dana, I told you not to!

(PANTING)

(PHONE RINGING)

MARIA: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE) Dana are you there? It's Maria.

Where are you? Stanton's pissed. Get your ass back here.

Call me.

Anybody home?

Anybody home?

Anybody home?

Want a cigarette?

Maybe not.

It's bad for you.

You want one?

Sure you won't hurt yourself?

Promise?

Say it. Say it.

You know, you're sick.

I'm sick? (SCOFFS) You carry a gun.

Guns kill people.

Who are you? And why do you carry one? Hmm?

Mmm, maybe it's the wrong question.

All American virgins carry a gun.

-Big gun... -(THUDS)

No sex.

I'm a DA from Atlanta.

Mmm.

So you got a license to use one.

-I better be careful. -I talked to the other women. Your victims!

Victims? What are you talking about?

They told me what you did to them. Criminal impersonation.

-Who told you? -Fraud, every kind in the book.

Sexual battery. Rape.

You're facing 10 to 20 years in the Georgia Penitentiary.

-They didn't tell you that. -I'm telling you that.

It's too bad. I was planning to go to Montana next week.

What else did you discover about me? Hmm?

You find out my DNA structure?

Miss D-A-N-A Greenway.

The name on your airplane ticket.

You've got nothing on me. You know that and I know that.

And yet you came all the way out here on your own.

Out into the woods. What do you want?

Does this give you a little thrill?

Did it wet your panties, just a little?

I'm not alone. There are others looking for you.

Well, it's none of their fucking business.

What happens between a woman and me, is between the woman and me.

It's not a crime. I don't care what you fucking puritans think.

I'm a photographer. They help me out me and I help them.

-Oh, yeah, sure, you help them. -Yes, I help them.

There's an emptiness within people. They carry a lot of pain.

I reach out to that pain and I take it.

Even for a moment.

That's the moment I shoot. Do you know what I mean?

Emptiness? I can help you.

-(BANGS ON DOOR) -(GASPS)

Do you want me to try?

Fuck you.

Very well.

Don't...

(WOMAN BREATHING HEAVILY)

Daddy.

(DANA CRYING)

Oh, my father.

DANA: I can't.

Don't fight it. I'm glad you came here.

Sooner or later, destiny always... Kicks in.

It's pure fate.

(SOBS)

(YOUNG DANA SINGING)

MARIA: Look, we're doing everything we can.

Well, I'm sorry, but that's not just good enough.

I'm worried about her.

I told you to keep her out of police work.

She's got no business being there.

You go get her back.

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

What the fuck are you doing?

What were you afraid I'd do?

What were you afraid I wouldn't do? Hmm?

(FABRIC RIPPING)

(CHUCKLES)

Why do you hate women so much?

I don't hate women. I love women.

I love your moods, your mysteries.

I love your smell.

I love your eyebrows, your little slender wrists.

I love your little daddy long legs.

I love women.

Yeah, you love women. You love them so much, you abuse them.

If you think I'm so bad, why don't you punish me?

That's what prosecutors do, isn't it?

-Why don't you punish me? -Stop it!

-Stop it! Fuck. -Why don't you punish me?

-Go on punish me. Punish me, go on! -Stop!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Lieutenant Johnson? Lieutenant Johnson?

Lieutenant Johnson? Lieutenant Johnson?

-Excuse me, Lieutenant... -I'm Lieutenant Johnson.

-Oh! -You must be Tully.

Has there been anything else since I spoke with Chief Ellis?

No, nothing. Seems like she just vanished.

She's didn't just vanish, detective.

I need to speak with the clerk and the maid who were on duty

at the inn where she was staying.

I also need a list of all guests there during the past few days.

You did check her room for evidence?

No. Thought I'd wait for ya'll.

Didn't want to have to do it twice. Cigarette?

Uh-huh.

Listen Tully, if this investigation is preventing you

from lounging around and yakking on the phone,

then just give me your car keys, and I'll do it by myself.

I'll bet. Yeah... Uh-huh.

Yeah. Uh-huh. That's what I thought. Thank you.

You know, I don't know what ya'll do up there in the city.

But down here, we call that concealing evidence.

Now, it might interest you to know

that I have some new information on Miss Kelly Andrews.

-Yeah, like what? -Seems her husband has two priors for wife beating.

-And your whole department missed that? -Sometimes that happens.

Where I come from an oversight like that would cost me my job.

Is that why Atlanta has such a low crime rate?

(DOOR CREAKING)

(HUMMING)

Stay here until you're ready to stop playing games.

I'm with the Atlanta Police Department.

I'd like to ask you a few questions, please.

Have you ever seen this man, or this woman?

I've never seen him.

But she was in here the other night, asking questions.

Figured her for a cop, too.

She is a prosecutor from Atlanta. She's disappeared.

She's also my best friend.

Now, we think that she might be with him.

It would be best for both of them if I find them

before his friends down at the station do.

Anything?

He comes in here a couple of times a month.

He lives... Well, maybe 50 miles west of here.

WOMAN: A house by a lake. That's all I know about him.

-Stop, stop! That's it! -What?

-That's her rental car. -Are you sure?

Yes, yes, I'm sure. Adam, John, Frank 301... A gold Thunderbird.

-All right. -Okay.

Now, look, I'll tell you what, I'm going to talk to these boys right...

-No. I'll talk to them. -No. I'll talk to 'em.

Now, just trust me.

Down here, we got some white folks that are angry too.

-Howdy. -Howdy.

Mind if I ask you a question? You see that rental car. Has it been here for long?

-Two or three days, I guess. -Two three days, huh?

You happen to notice whoever it was that left it?

MAN: Nope. Ain't none of my business.

Excuse me, do you recognize this man?

This here is Lieutenant Johnson

of the Atlanta Police Department.

-And I am... -What about this woman?

No, I've never seen them. Never seen them before.

Hey Mikey, come out here. Mikey works here on weekends.

Howdy, Mikey. I'm Lieutenant Tully.

MAN: Mikey, you ever saw this fella or this lady here?

Nope, no, I've never seen him.

-Her neither. -Thank you very much.

Well, If you should see 'em, give me a call down at the station, would you?

Appreciate it.

Why didn't you tell 'em where he lives?

They're cops, why do you think?

Plus, he owes me money.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Good. If he's got friends maybe he's got enemies.

Yeah, this is car 701. We need a tow truck down here at the Jericho gas station,

on Cottondale road.

DAVID: Dana?

Are you ready?

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

(CAMERA WHIRRING)

Will you stand up?

Your gun, prosecutor.

Take it.

Did you figure it out yet? Why you came here?

What you really want?

I was going to let you go, then I thought, why?

She doesn't really want to go. Do you?

DAVID: Dana.

Dana?

-What the fuck's going on? -I'm taking you in.

-Get your bag. -You're out of control!

-(GUN SHOT) -Maybe I am.

Jesus!

-You having fun? -Someone's got to.

-Move. -Careful.

DANA: Now get in the fucking car.

Anything you say, ma'am.

Put the handcuffs in the door handle.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

Now, put your hand in the handcuffs.

-Happy now? -Yep.

-Hello. -Hey.

I'm with the Atlanta Police Department.

-I'd like to ask you a few questions, please. -All right.

Have you seen this man?

-Yep. -Do you know where we can find him?

He's staying about half a mile down the road.

DANA: Didn't your mother ever punish you for lying?

Oh, I suppose my lying started when I was six years of age.

We moved to a new house on Halloween.

I was standing at the gate, and all these kids came up to me,

dressed in masks and costumes, and dressed as witches.

They said, "Who are you? What's your name? Where did you come from?"

I was scared shitless.

I ran inside and asked my mom what I should do.

She was busy and upset, she said "Go out and tell them what you want."

I went out and told them my name was Bernard McGuire.

I went to school for five years under that name.

What is your real name?

♪♪ Some girls will love you If you've lots of money

♪♪ Other gals will love you, If they think you're funny

♪♪ Other gals will love you

♪♪ If you sneak 'em down the alley

♪♪ But all the girls will love you

♪♪ If you yodel in the valley ♪♪

(YODELING)

Shit!

Shit!

Coming?

Wanna ride?

(LAUGHS)

Dana!

What happened?

-He got past me. But I'll get him. -How?

Don't ask, Maria.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

-Could I borrow your newspaper a second? -Yeah.

Thank you. You have lovely arms.

Reminds me of a statue I saw in Paris, the Winged Victory.

She has no arms.

-But I have an imagination. -(CHUCKLES)

-Do you live around here? -Just a couple of blocks away.

-Shit! Tully, it's all in here. -Mmm-hmm.

-What we found, what she did. -It sure is.

-Now, that's the original too. There's no copy. -So what are you saying?

I'm saying it's my little present to you, all right?

You can do what you want with it.

The way I figure, it's your case, I was just along for the ride.

Thanks, Tully. Thanks.

-I want to know one thing. -What's that?

-How the hell did I get stuck with you on this case? -(BOTH CHUCKLING)

-Prejudice! -Why? Because I'm a woman or because I'm black?

Oh, would you get off with that.

No, it's not prejudice against you. It's prejudice against me.

Why?

Because I'm the only Jewish cop in Savannah.

See you. Tully.

Thanks.

-Bye-bye. -Bye.

(DAVID BREATHING HEAVILY)

I like a horse.

Show me how you ride a horse.

Show me how you ride a horse.

Show me how you ride a horse. Show me how you ride.

Is that how you ride?

Show me a trot.

That's a trot? (CHUCKLES)

Show me a gallop?

Oh, that's wonderful. That's wonderful.

Feel the horse between your legs, huh?

-Feel the horse between your legs. -(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Feel the horse between your legs, huh? Feel the horse?

-Yeah. -Yeah? Now, I want you to be the horse!

-Go on, be the horse. -I don't know what that means.

Sure you do. Eyes flushing, nose flaring, muscles quivering.

-What do you mean? -Be the horse, go ahead.

Go ahead! Go on, show me. Be the horse!

That's it! Be the horse! Faster!

Faster! Go on, show me how. Let me hear ya. (MAKES BRAYING NOISE)

-Faster! -(SQUEALS)

Where are you going? David!

Stop! Damn you!

(WOMAN SOBBING)

You're on my seat.

-Hey pal, I'm sitting here. -Get off my seat!

-Take it easy! -Get off my seat!

-Knock it off! -You on drugs or something?

Hey man!

-Slow down, big fella. -You stay out of this.

-Give me another drink. -That's it. Get out!

-Dana? -Yeah.

That little girl's on the way in here, Paula Webb.

Who?

You know, the one that shot the father and killed her mother's lover.

-Right. -I think we really got a good shot

at death penalty on this case. I mean she's the only witness.

The jury's bound to be sympathetic.

-Can you handle it? -What's wrong?

-You were all over this case, a month ago? -Nothing's wrong.

I just don't feel like putting a little girl on the stand,

so she can send her father to the chair today!

-You handle it! Okay? -Sure.

(LINE RINGING)

DAVID: Dana, It's me.

What do you think you're doing?

You know I didn't kidnap you.

You followed me. I want to see you. I need to talk to you.

DANA: Stanton, it worked.

I can see you're not carrying a gun this time.

Can I have a beer?

-You see that guy over there? -Yeah.

He's interested in you.

So?

Why don't you show him a little leg?

Would that make you happy?

Ask him to dance.

Go on.

Excuse me, would you like to dance?

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

-MAN: Miss Greenway, where is he? -Here.

What took you so long?

(SIRENS CONTINUE WAILING)

He's here.

He's here.

Dana? Dana, what the hell are you doing?

-There's nothing wrong with me! -Don't you give me that!

-First, Savannah and now this dead end. -He is here!

There are witnesses inside.

-Witnesses! No. -DANA: Let go!

I told you to drop this Hanover thing.

Now, you've cried wolf once too often.

-Meaning what? -Meaning this!

From now on, you're on extended leave of absence.

You call me when you get back.

I'm not coming back.

MAN: Find anything?

After last night, I got Stanton to put out a state wide APB on Hanover.

Then Tully called from Savannah. They got him!

The Valdosta Police got him. Picked him up near the Georgia border.

He was driving a red '63 Ford, like the stolen car you described.

'Course he said he didn't know what they were talking about.

Said he didn't do it. But they nailed him!

I'm going back to the office to wait for Valdosta to fax the stats and mug shots

as soon they book him. You want to come along?

Wait! Now, where you going to be?

-I don't know, here. -It's over!

-I'll call ya. -Don't. Let me alone.

Dana! Dana! It's over!

(SINGING)

(YOUNG DANA SINGING)

-DANA: Mommy! -Dana!

Don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

(DANA SOBBING)

(PHONE RINGING)

MARIA: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE) Dana, its Maria. They got the wrong guy! Hanover is...

You had me surrounded, Dana.

That wasn't very fair. You tried to trap me.

Is this what you're looking for?

You came to my place.

Now I've come to yours.

We were close to something, Dana.

I don't think we should let a gun come between us.

-Stop! -No, you stopped.

-Don't stop, Dana. -Go away!

Who the fuck are you?

-Tell me. -Just...

-How did you get in here? -What did your daddy do?

-I should call the... Just stay away! -Come on Dana, tell me.

-What did your daddy do? -God, I will put you behind bars.

Just, get...

-(CAMERA FLASHES) -No, stop it!

Dana, come...

-Dana! -Oh God!

-No! -Stop struggling.

No. Get away!

-Please let me help. -No! No!

(SCREAMS) No! No!

Give me the gun.

-MAN: Are you crazy? Give me the gun, now. -(GASPING)

Just give it to me. Give me the gun.

Give me the gun, now.

-Let go! -(GUN SHOT)

(PANTING)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)

MARIA: Dana, are you in there? Dana, let us in!

Dana, are you all right?

Knock the door down. You, you, now, go!