Film Noir Page #2

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All I have is a phone number.

David, I'm sorry.

After the way you treated me ...

David, I love you.

David I just wanna hear you say you love me.

Like you did when we ...

Come on!

Susan, go home, lock the door

behind you, call the police.

- Don't let anyone in, OK?

- OK.

David, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

- You can tell me that some other time.

- Will there be another time?

Well, first I'll have to get the hell

out of here in one piece, won't I?

We lost him.

I think he is in elevator 1.

He is in the parking area.

Level 2

Mr. Hudson? We just want to talk.

You got a funny way of showing it.

Listen, we got you surrounded.

You may as well come out and face us like a man.

Yeah, maybe I can be a real man and

take out as many of you a**holes as I can.

David please have more ammo.

F***!

One of the problems with having amnesia

is that you have to start from scratch.

You're as innocent as a newborn baby.

And yet you've lived and made mistakes.

When you don't remember who you were

and how you lived before

you set such high standards for yourself

that is impossible to live up to them.

Me, I was failling by even

the most miserable of standards.

Hello?

- Hi Angela, it's David.

- David, when can you be here?

- I don't know. When do you want me there?

- As soon as possible.

- OK, how about I come right over?

- That would be fine. I've got the money.

- Good. Let me have the address.

- You know the address.

- Let me have it again.

- 3540 North Beverly.

I'll be there soon.

And now with breaking news

here's Jeff Norman. Jeff?

As the hero cop Rodney Krumb

was bury today,

the autorities pledged they will not rest

until the killer is brought to justice.

A massive manhunt ...

As I was driving towards Angela's house,

I couldn't help but wonder

What will be the next horror

I'll discover about myself.

You're here.

Come on in.

Money's on the table.

Take it.

- Aren't you gonna count it?

- I trust you.

- Did you bring the stuff?

- You mean drugs? No.

Then give me back my f***ing money.

I still want the session.

I'm sure you can deliver that.

I'm sorry about the drugs.

I'll bring them next time.

You're a regular one stop shopping for sin.

Oh well, booze will have to do.

How did you get these?

You of all people should know.

Come. You'll have to do the other hand.

What's the matter?

Get the whip.

I'm in the mood for the heavier one.

What are you doing?

Where are the keys?

What do you want with them?

Not on the mouth.

I am sorry.

I hope you'll realize

I'm not paying you for this sh*t.

You can stay the night if you want to.

Angela, I'm so sorry.

Amnesia? That's cool.

- Like we're in a good mistery or something.

- I'm glad you approve.

David, are you sure you wanna remember?

It's not easy to live when you don't like yourself.

I am who I am wether I remember it or not.

I know.

You seem to be doing well.

Yeah, I guess I was doing well there for a while.

All this is a mirage you know.

Car is being repossesed

and I defaulted on my mortgage payment

I don't even know how many times.

It's kind of hard to hold on to a job and pay bills

when you have a full blown heroine habbit.

I just don't understand why

you would choose to remember.

Angela, I have to.

Someone is trying to kill me

and I gotta know who and I gotta know why.

- I'm sure many people want you dead.

- Yourself included?

Not right now.

Angela, have you ever met a guy

by the name of Sam Ruben?

Yeah, he came to talk to me about you.

Asked a lot of questions about you ...

I didn't so I told him so ...

There was something about the guy ...

- What do you mean?

- He had very kind eyes.

He was an intimidating presence, for sure

but he had very kind eyes.

So you have no idea

why this guy is trying to kill me?

David, don't think of Ruben as a heavy guy

You're the heavy guy.

You are a very bad man..

You just don't remember it right now.

I'm sure it will all come back to you.

- People change you know.

- I know. I did.

The trouble is they usually change for the worse.

Don't you think that for an

"immoral and despicable a**hole",

I'm already doing better?

I'm sorry I said those things.

I had no right ...

It's allright. The more I know

about myself the less I like the guy.

As I drove towards the next person on Sam Ruben's list,

I've kept thinking of Angela's words.

Was I sure I wanted to remember who I was?

I had no other choice but to continue my search.

If I wanted to have any kind of a future,

I first had to uncover my past.

Mrs. Lopez?

- It's you!

- Mam, I'm sorry to disturb you.

I just want to ask you of a certain private

detective by the name of Sam Ruben.

- He was here asking questions about me?

- Yes, he was here.

I was glad to give him what he wanted.

- And that was ...

- As much dirt on you as possible.

Yes, but what did he want to know specifically?

What kind of animal are you?

She's dead!

Don't you even care that my little girl is dead?

- Listen, I'm sure we can figure out ...

- Get the f*** out of my house!

What kind of animal are you?

She's dead!

Don't you even care that my little girl is dead?

You're saying I did that?

You're saying you didn't?

Mommy? Mommy?

Where is daddy?

You are a very bad man.

You just don't remember it right now.

I'm sure it will all come back to you.

Mr. Hudson?

Mr. Da Vinci will see you now.

Please go in.

- Aah, just the man I wanted to see.

- Really?

Really.

What can I do for you Mr. Hudson?

I was hoping you can tell if a certain

Sam Ruben came to see you some time ago,

and what he wanted to know about me.

OK, boys, it's time to take the garbage out.

Yeah, he was here, asked about you.

I said "How dare you mention

that piece of sh*t in front of me?"

Throw him out as well.

And stay out.

The more I thought about,

the more I realize

that I knew even less about Ruben

than I did about myself.

"Know your opponent" is one of the basic rule of war.

I decided to follow it.

I had a feeling Ruben wouldn't be home.

Maybe it was more than a feeling.

If you had to choose between

being good or being lucky

I'd take being lucky anytime.

This was quickly turning into a case

of obsession, but obsession of what?

Was a piece of sh*t like me worth

obsessing over for even a minute?

Was Ruben trying to get revenge

for something I've done?

And if so, for what?

I decided it was time I did what I should

have done days ago - go see a doctor.

- Where the hell were you, I was beginning to worry.

- Worry about what?

- Sam ...

- Sam Ruben?

- What the hell does he want from me?

- Sam?

Dr. Kaplansky, you got to help me.

I got to find Ruben

and why he has my whole life in his file.

Tell you what Mr. Hudson,

why don't you step into my office

and we'll talk about the whole thing,

calmly and rationally.

- So, what do you it's going on?

- I think Sam Ruben is trying to kill me.

Sam ... Listen, I've known Sam Ruben

for a long time.

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