Body Double Page #2

What do you think?

Something, isn't it?

Lady does that every night.

Did you see her face?

No.

She is gorgeous.

Oh, sh*t. I got to go.

Can I help?

All right.

Don't forget your scarf.

Here's the key.

Avoid making

too many long-distance calls.

Thanks again.

You're doing me a favor, too.

Knock 'em dead!

They're already dead in Seattle.

So long!

My, my

Uh-oh

The house is burning

But there's no one home

Hmm.

Jesus!

Bastard.

Where were you?

I've called all over.

I'm sorry, Frank.

I'm having problems with Carol.

I'm staying at a friend's house.

You got more problems.

Rubin fired you.

You don't have a job.

He said, "artistic differences."

What happened?

Nothing. How can he do that?

They're doing it now.

Maybe I should talk to Rubin.

They've already hired another guy.

How do you know?

He's my client.

Bring him up.

You're loving every minute of it.

You're getting ready to take a chunk out.

Hands down.

Good...

Cut! Cut.

You said you'd give me another chance.

I got 25 days to make this picture.

I got no time

to f*** with

a claustrophobic vampire.

I'm not claustrophobic.

What happened? Stage fright?

It never happened before.

It'll never happen again.

Good-bye. I've got to work.

You promised me another chance.

Hey, I lied.

Get out of here!

You can't yell at me on my set.

You can't lie to me.

Beat it! Get out the door!

He's the boss.

It's not fair.

I know it isn't.

Why's everybody standing around?

Back to work.

Just like clockwork.

Ooh. There she goes.

Excuse me.

Could you move, please?

Please! I got to go. Thank you.

Thank you.

Good morning, ma'am.

Thank you.

I must see you.

When did you call?

I'm never home till after 7:00.

He hit me again.

I've got to talk to someone.

Today.

The Beach Terrace Motel?

I'll wear something special.

You'll see.

Yeah.

Okay. Bye.

Security, please.

This is security.

Please come over to Bellini's.

I think we have a problem.

Excuse me. May I...

May I help you?

No, thank you.

Did you see that guy?

It's the cream Mercedes.

Thank you.

Thank you, ma'am.

Can I have my car?

Yes.

As soon as possible. Thank you.

Straight towards the beach.

Thank you.

Can you get all that?

I got it.

Tell me we'll have an elevator. Promise.

Hello.

Oh?

Yes.

You've got to come.

I need to talk to you.

I got to talk to someone.

I need you.

Excuse me.

Someone's following you.

I know.

Oh, it's not me.

Hey! Hey!

Are you all right?

He got away.

You got the purse.

You better check. He got something.

He took something.

What's the matter?

I'm just a little out of breath.

Can you...

take me out of here?

Sure.

Here.

Thank you.

All right. Thank you.

Thank you.

I feel much better now. I'm fine.

I saw you back there and at the hotel.

You've been following me,

haven't you?

Yeah.

Why?

Did my husband hire you?

No. Um...

I'm...

What?

No.

Yes.

No.

I can't.

I can't do this.

Not here.

Hello, Gloria.

How are you?

Maybe you remember me. This is Jake.

I'm the guy that almost f***ed you

at the beach today.

Oh, no. That's terrible.

Uh...

Hi, Gloria.

Hello.

How you doing?

Hey, Sam. How's everything?

Great, great. Everything okay there?

Yeah. No problems.

How's our favorite neighbor?

Still with the midnight shows?

Jake?

Uh-huh.

You sound a little preoccupied.

Well, I just called to see

how things were going. Any messages for me?

Hello. Jake? Are you there?

Yeah. I'm here. No... I'm sorry, Sam.

There are no messages.

Sorry.

Oh, well. Got to run. I'll be in touch.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Oh, sh*t.

If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up...

Hurry, hurry.

Hello.

Look out!

He's right behind you! Look out!

Oh, my God.

God!

Hey!

Stop!

You guys! Stop!

Hey!

Stop!

What do you want?

There's a woman being killed up here.

Come on!

L.A. City Emergency. This is 9-1-1.

What are you reporting?

This is L.A. City Emergency, 9-1-1.

Hello?

I'm sorry. I can't hear you.

Please tell me the nature of

your emergency.

I'm sorry.

I can't hear you. Can you speak up?

Aah!

No!

No, don't.

No. Please, don't.

No! Please!

Please, don't!

Please don't.

No! Please! No!

Aah!

No! No!

Get him off me!

He's killing her!

Stop!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

I'm Detective McLean.

I'm in charge of this investigation.

I see you're an actor.

Yeah.

Ever been in anything?

Emerald Point and a Hart to Hart

that was pretty good.

Very interesting. You make a living?

Yeah.

Good-looking boy.

Talented.

Scully, I got a real problem with you.

What do you mean?

I mean, you're my only witness

to this murder,

and you're a peeper.

In my book,

that's a pervert and a sex offender.

What do you mean, a sex offender?

Save it. I ask the questions.

When this Indian snatched her pocketbook,

you got it back?

That's right.

Was anything missing?

I saw him take a credit card.

Not a credit card. A card key, Scully.

He used it to get into her house.

Oh.

Did Gloria know it was missing?

She didn't say anything to me.

You talked to her?

Come on, Scully.

You must have said something.

Well...

it was just small talk,

you know.

No, I don't know. Did you come on to her?

Maybe you were

trying to freak her out

with your knowledge of her private life.

Why were you following Gloria Revelle?

Because I got concerned

when I saw that guy

following her.

But you tailed her after he disappeared.

Because I guess I wanted to...

You wanted to what?

Nothing.

What's this?

Pants.

Some underpants.

Yours?

No.

Where did you get them?

She dropped them in the trash.

Who?

Gloria.

And you just picked them up.

Yeah.

Why?

Come on, Scully. Tell the truth.

You f***ed her and kept them

for a souvenir.

No.

No, you didn't f*** her, or no, you didn't

keep them as a souvenir? No to both of them.

You're a harmless panty sniffer?

You got a dirty mind.

You peep on her, follow her, f*** her,

keep her panties as a memento,

and take a seat

to watch her be slaughtered.

That's not what happened!

I tried to save her!

Mm-hmm.

Some save, Scully.

Some save.

Remind me to never put

my life in your hands.

Tell me about Alexander Revelle.

What?

Alexander Revelle.

You know. Gloria's husband.

You knew him?

No. I never met him.

- You sure?

- Yeah. I'm sure.

Was he around

when Gloria got nailed?

Why? Do you think

he had something to do with it?

Gloria Revelle was a rich lady.

Very rich.

When rich wives get dead,

I usually go after the husband.

The only problem is, you saw a thief.

An Indian killed Gloria Revelle.

I'm not going to hold you, Scully.

I got witnesses to back up your story.

But I want you to think

real hard about this.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're the real reason

Gloria Revelle got murdered.

If you hadn't have been

so busy getting off by peeping on her,

if you'd have called

the police about the Indian,

Gloria Revelle would still be alive.

Oh, yeah.

Ooh.

Oh, yeah.

Ooh... oh, yeah.

Ooh!

So, Linda,

we believe that you have your own

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