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Look...

I understand the

need to hang on to him

I really do.

But this is absurd!

I know this seems absurd,

but it had to be real.

How could you believe some

fortune-teller from Brooklyn

who just shows

up at your door?

I watched them

have a conversation.

I don't buy it, Moll.

Not for a minute.

What about the

things she knew?

What things?

The photo that Sam took

of me on our trip to Reno.

Carl, we were alone.

And the green underwear

that I wrote my name in.

She said Sam new who killed him.

That he was set up.

This is getting deranged.

We're going off the deep end here.

- She had a name and an address.

- Good, Molly, good...

Willie Lopez, 303

Prospect Place, apt. 4D.

This is sick.

Oh, Carl.

This is really sick.

Molly, I don't understand

how you could...

could...

swallow this crap.

I mean...

This guy may not even exist.

This woman...

Maybe she's just

trying to use you

to set someone up.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

That's what I've

got to find out.

What do you mean "find out"?

How are you gonna do that?

She said Sam wants

me to go to the police.

Sam wants you

to go to the police?

Jesus, Moll!..

Are you out of your mi...

I mean

what are you gonna tell the police?

You gonna tell them

that some storefront

psychic lady has been

communing with the dead?

Do you have any idea

how that sounds?

You're talking ghosts here,

for Christ's sake.

I'm sorry.

This stuff just really

gets to me, you know.

It's OK if you

don't believe me.

I'm trying to, Molly.

Look.

If it'll make you

feel any better

I'll go check this out, OK?

I want you to try

and get some sleep.

OK?

I'll call you in the morning.

- OK.

- All right. Goodnight.

Be careful.

Carl!

What the hell are

you doing here?

Who have you

been talking to, Willie?

Talking to?

What the hell do you mean?

Some woman

knows all about you.

Everything.

Where's she

getting it from?

I haven't said

a word to anybody.

She knows your name, goddammit.

She knows where you live.

How do women

know where I live?

This is not a joke!

She knows about

the murder.

Now, I want you

to find this b*tch

whoever she is

and I want you to...

Just get rid of her, OK?

I've got 4 million dollars

stuffed in a goddamn computer.

If I don't get those codes

if that money is not

transferred soon...

l'm...

dead.

We're both dead.

Why don't you tell them

you only launder money

on the first of the month.

What the hell is

wrong with you?

ls everything a joke?

You killed a man.

You were supposed to steal

his wallet, was that joke?

I did you a favour, man.

That was a freebie.

Look, these are

drug dealers, OK?

Just don't blow

this for me, Willie.

I'd lose my job, I'd go to jail.

$80,000 of that money is mine.

Look, just...

Let me have the keys

to Sam's apartment

I'll get the address

book myself, OK?

You goddamn bastard!

Why?

Why?

You were my friend!

I had a life, goddamn you!

I had a life.

Look, I don't even believe

in this stuff myself.

But she was real.

Do you think I'd come here

if it wasn't real?

You told me if I had any new

information, that I should come.

So, here I am.

I know how this sounds.

I mean, I hear

myself saying it

and I wanna cringe.

But this woman knew

things she couldn't have known.

Things Sam only said to me.

OK.

According to this psychic lady

there are ghosts and

spirits all over the place?

Watching us all the time?

Hell, I'm never going

to get undressed again.

Excuse me.

I've got more

important things to do.

The guy's name is Willie Lopez.

All I'm asking is for

you to check it out.

OK. You just wait here

and let me see if the

guy's got a record. All right?

Right.

What are you doing?

- Where's the file on Willie Lopez?

- There's no file for Willie Lopez.

He was probably

some old boyfriend

she was trying

to get even with.

And this psychic woman's got

a record that goes back a long way.

Forgery

selling of false ID.

Served one year in 1971.

Baton Rouge. Arrested for

fraud, numbers racketeering.

served ten months, 1974.

Look, this is impossible!

It goes on and on.

She knew things -

private things.

Now how could she

have known all that?

A lot of times

they read the obits.

All she had to do was see

the word "banker." Boom.

They even go

through your garbage

to find things they can use.

Letters, old papers.

It doesn't take much.

No.

It was real.

She knew about

a sweater I knitted.

And songs we sang.

The trip to Montego Bay.

I'm sorry.

I know this is hard.

People want so

much to believe.

They're grieving

they're vulnerable...

And they will

give anything

for one last moment.

Believe me

these people know

what they're doing.

I know how you must feel

but you know you

can press charges.

No.

Thank you.

God, let this be it.

Yeah.

Yes.

Hello.

Eddie?

It's Carl Bruner.

- What's up?

- We're fine.

Everything's fine.

Just we're all set.

- Good.

- Just let me know what you want me to do.

I want you to transfer the money

from the 12 separate accounts

into a single account

under the name "Rita Miller. "

OK.

Tomorrow, at five

minutes before closing

transfer the full account to

the First lsland Bank of Nassau

registry number

Call us when it's done.

OK, I've got it.

Just tell Mr Balistrari

that there won't be

any more problems, OK.

- Yeah, I'll do that.

- Thank you.

Good work, Carl.

Molly, why can't

you hear me?

I need you.

Who is it?

It's Carl, Molly.

No.

Don't open the

goddamn door!

- He's a murderer.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Listen, sorry, I know it's late.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

I just...

I've been thinking

about you all day.

And I feel really

lousy about last night.

This supernatural thing...

Listen, don't worry

about it, really. It's OK.

No, it's not.

You needed me to

hear you, and I didn't.

I wasn't there for

you and that was...

That was wrong.

It's just... I...

I just...

I want you to know

that I'm your friend, Moll.

Thanks, Carl.

You were never her friend.

That really means

a lot to me.

Me too.

So I've brought you some

Japanese apple pears.

I know you like them.

Thanks, that's very sweet.

Could I come in for a second?

I won't stay long.

it's just been one of those days.

Maybe a cup of coffee?

Yeah, come on in.

No, Molly.

You seem a little tense.

Are you OK?

No, I'm fine. It's just...

What can I tell you?

It's been tough.

You know.

It just still hurts so much.

You lying snake.

And then on top of it,

there's stuff at work.

They've given me my

own accounts, which is...

wich is good, but I...

I just haven't really

had time to adjust.

To absorb everything.

It's no big deal.

Can I have a

little more cream?

Yeah.

Oh, sh*t!

Jesus, I can't believe

I did that.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Ah, God.

Let me throw

that in the washer.

Don't worry about it.

It's OK.

Do you want me to

give you another shirt?

No, it'll dry,

just take a minute.

So where were you today? I thought

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