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Are you leaving?

Yeah, I gotta go. But...

How about, when you get outta here,

we have a drink sometime? In a glass.

- Sure.

- OK. You take care.

How about tonight?

No, I don't think so, Sally. Not tonight.

But I'll ask the doctor when you get out.

- He wants to keep me for observation.

- Sally, you gotta stay in bed.

I don't like to be observed.

I'm sorry, but there's nothing

I can do about that.

Please. I really don't like hospitals.

I've got to get out of here.

All right. I'll make you a deal, OK?

You stay here, I'll get your clothes,

and when I come back, we'll go out

and have a drink, OK? All right?

- I need shoes and a coat.

- Yes. I'll get them.

But if you don't stay, I'm not comin' back.

- OK.

- All right.

It looks like

she's gonna be all right.

This guy, Jack Terry, that took her

out of the car, he's over there.

He's being a real horse's ass. I don't know

how we're gonna keep the lid on this guy.

Get some men here. I want this place

sealed. I don't want this circus.

Sir, this is the guy. He was there when

it happened. He saw the whole thing.

- He's the one who saw it?

- Yes. He pulled the girl out of the car.

I wanna talk to you.

And to the girl too. Where is she?

- She's in there.

- She's asleep.

And if you wanna talk to me,

make it quick, cos I wanna go home.

- There someplace we can talk in private?

- I'll take care of it.

- Would you secure that room for us?

- I want these men checked out.

- Officer, what's goin' on here?

- Car accident. Guy got killed.

- I know, but what's the big deal?

- Did you know the guy was McRyan?

Governor McRyan?

That stiff on the stretcher

was probably our next president.

- Hell, he had my vote.

- Jesus Christ.

Let's talk in here.

- You pulled the girl out of that car?

- Yes.

Well, I would like for you to forget

about her. Forget you ever saw her.

Wait a minute.

- Who are you?

- My name is Lawrence Henry.

- I worked for Governor McRyan.

- Ah.

He was also a friend.

He was my friend.

Look, I'm very sorry about the governor,

and I obviously would have loved

to have saved his life too, but...

I mean, I was there and she was there.

We know what happened,

but the governor is dead now and...

we don't want to embarrass his family.

Do you have any idea what the press

would do if they got ahold of this?

You want me to say she wasn't there?

I already told the police.

That's already taken care of.

- All right. What about the girl?

- I'll talk to her. She'll cooperate.

Just one playmate just vanishes

from McRyan's car, just like that?

- That's right.

- Aw, Jesus, I don't know.

Can't you keep your mouth shut?

It's better the governor died alone.

I just don't know if I can do that.

I was there, she was there, and...

Who gives a damn that you were there?!

You wanna tell his wife that he died

with his hand up some girl's dress?

- Or let her read it in the papers?

- That is what happened.

- That is the truth, isn't it?

- What difference does that make to you?

But it would make a great deal

of difference to his family.

All right.

Good. We'll slip you

and the girl out the back.

How about your place?

You don't wanna go home, do you?

- They told you who was in the car, right?

- Yeah.

Well, some smart reporter could

figure I was there too, you know?

They got my purse

with my name and address.

They're gonna be camped

on my doorstep.

What about my doorstep? I'm the one who

pulled you out of that wreck, didn't I?

Yeah, right.

Let's go to a motel.

First it's a drink, then it's my place,

now it's a motel.

Things are movin' fast tonight, Sally.

Whoops.

Stand here for a second.

- Beautiful night for a walk.

- Yes, it is.

Let's take a walk

along the river here.

- Mm. Nice.

- David, look.

- Someone's on the bridge.

- Let's not worry about that.

- He's staring right at us.

- Who cares?

- I care.

- Betsy.

- I don't wanna stay here. Let's go.

- Yeah, OK.

- What is he doing?

- I don't know.

- What is he, a Peeping Tom?

- Oh, who cares? Let's walk down there.

Jesus Christ.

Sh*t.

So, uh... you want some coffee?

- Huh? You want some coffee?

- Mm! Good morning.

- Hi. How you doin'?

- I'm fine. How are you?

Pretty good. There you go.

What are you doin' here?

You listenin' to some music?

Nope. This is my... This is my job.

- I do sound effects for movies.

- Oh, movies, huh?

Matter of fact, last night

I was out recording some sounds.

What do you mean, sound effects?

You know, when you see a movie and you

hear a door slam or a bird chirp or wind,

I record those actual sounds,

and then I put them in a movie,

and then you see the movie.

- Oh.

- Last night...

- Big movies?

- No. Just...

Just bad ones, unfortunately.

I really love movies, you know.

It's a very interesting subject to me

because I do make-up.

Right now it's only behind a counter, but

I dream about doin' make-up for movies.

I've seen these big movie stars

like Barbra Streisand, you know?

- They don't do it right.

- No.

- I know how to fix a face.

- Really? That's good.

I want you to hear something. Look.

Last night I was recording some sounds,

and I recorded your accident.

I got the whole thing on tape.

- Oh. You recorded the accident.

- Yes, I did.

Except I don't think you had an accident.

I think your tyre was shot out.

- That's crazy.

- No, it's not. Listen to this.

You're gonna hear two sounds. The first

is a gunshot, and the second is a blowout.

All right? Listen up.

- Now listen again.

- I heard a noise. Maybe it was a gunshot.

But, I'll tell you, I don't really feature

listenin' to a replay of last night.

It's kinda depressing.

- Can I ask you something?

- What?

What were you doing with McRyan?

That's a very personal question.

That's none of your business.

- I don't mean the details. I just...

- I'm gettin' a cold here.

- Forget it, Sally.

- Personal questions.

- I don't even know who you are.

- I'd like you to get to know who I am.

- How about that drink?

- Some other time, OK?

Sally, I saved your life. The least

you could do is have a drink with me.

All right. You can call me at my girlfriend

Judy Demming's. I'll be there.

- She's in the book.

- All right. You tellin' me the truth?

- Yeah.

- All right. I'm gonna call you.

OK.

Jack. They got movies of McRyan

gettin' killed. I just heard.

- Maybe it's on the news.

- What?

Movies of McRyan gettin' killed!

Incredible as it may seem,

a local photographer, Manny Karp,

was on the scene of the accident

with his camera.

Mr Karp sold his film to "News Today"

magazine this morning...

- News Today...

- Shh.

Our own Frank Donahue spoke

with Mr Karp just a few moments ago

outside the magazine's offices.

Well, I'll tell ya. I had gone out there

to try out this new film stock, right?

It's a very high speed. It's good for

night shooting. I do a lotta work at night.

So I'm out there and all of a sudden I hear

this car barrellin' down the road.

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