Narrow Margin
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 97 min
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- How long will you be?
- Oh, I don't know.
Uh, not very long.
Carol?
Yes. Are you Michael?
Yes.
Nice to meet you.
- Am I late?
- Not at all.
Brian was right. You are lovely.
Thank you.
Uh, our dinner reservations
aren't until 9:
00.- Would you like a drink?
- Sure.
You didn't have to drive.
I'd have been happy to pick you up.
Sometimes I have to work late.
Anyway, I prefer to drive myself.
In case you need a quick getaway?
Blind dates can be a bit grim sometimes.
Ever since Brian joined the firm,
he's been trying to marry me off.
Are you divorced?
Uh, widower.
- I'm sorry.
- No, that's all right.
What kind of work do you do?
I work with a publishing company.
I'm one of many editors.
It's no big deal.
I read manuscripts and
take work home at night.
After my divorce,
she took me on as something of a project.
She thinks I work too hard.
I hope you don't mind my asking,
but why did you accept a blind date?
I don't know.
Connie was seeing Brian,
and the three of us
had been out to dinner
a couple of times.
He seemed like a nice guy.
Connie said the senior partner
in Brian's law firm
was coming to Los Angeles,
and that you were some heavy-duty lawyer
and a really nice guy.
I said I was busy.
She said, what did I have to lose?
The worst thing that could happen is
I'd have a nice meal.
Your friend's right.
Dinner will be very good.
Mr. Tarlow?
Message for you, sir.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Oh.
I have to go upstairs
and make a phone call.
- Anything serious?
- No. Just an anxious client.
Would you like to come up?
I won't be very long.
I know it sounds fishy.
If you prefer to stay down here,
I'll just be a little while.
No. It's all right.
I'll come.
- Wow, this is beautiful.
- It is, isn't it?
Have a look around.
I'll just be a minute.
Yeah, hi, it's Tarlow.
Is he there?
Are you sure?
I got a message to call him.
Tell him I returned his call, OK?
Thank you. Bye.
Leo.
I just got a message to call you.
Hello, Michael.
I thought you were in New Orleans.
Yeah, but...
I decided to come home a day early.
I wish you would have let me know.
I'd have given you a call.
There's no need for that now, is there?
Uh, yeah. Sure. Excuse me.
Wootton, this is Michael Tarlow,
my lawyer.
Michael, Jack Wootton.
How do you do?
Sit down.
Can I get you something to drink?
No, thank you.
- I take it you've been busy.
- Yeah.
What brings you to Los Angeles?
I should have papers on your desk soon.
You didn't have to come here.
You could have called.
When you do things face to face,
it's a lot clearer.
I agree.
You seem edgy, Michael.
- That's not like you.
- I'm fine.
What can I do for you?
I have a problem.
I need your advice.
- That's what you pay me for.
- That's right.
That's what I pay you for.
There's a man who works for me.
He's close to me. I trusted him.
So what's the problem?
He got himself into some
financial trouble.
He made some investments.
He leveraged himself up to his eyeballs.
The investments didn't work out.
He got himself in serious debt.
He didn't come to me and
tell me his problem.
He didn't come to the man
who trusted him
And ask for help.
What he did was, he just took my money,
took a lot of it.
He was very clever,
so it was very hard to find out about.
I need your advice, Michael.
What should I do with this man?
Leo ...
What do you think?
- What would you do?
- Now, you don't understand, Leo.
- I understand.
- I can explain it.
Good.
I would like you to.
It's not what you think. I would never ...
Please, Michael.
Have enough respect for me not to lie.
I ...
I was desperate, Leo.
I took some funds from
the con-amalgamate account ...
To cover a loan. I ...
I was going to pay you back.
I swear!
I'm so disappointed in you, Michael.
For God's sake, you got to believe me.
You know I'd pay you back, Leo.
Michael, don't be afraid.
You're acting like you think
I'll harm you.
Michael ...
and I trusted you,
Here's what you're going to do.
You're going to go back to New York.
Someone else will close
the Gallway deal.
I will never do business with you again.
You'll pay me back what
you owe with interest.
If you have to sell your nice apartment
with the David Hockneys on the wall,
then you'll do that.
You will pay me back.
I will never speak to you again.
You're right, Michael.
It's better to talk these things
over face to face.
It's clearer that way.
Goodbye, Michael.
Don't get up.
Oh, Michael?
I lied.
Yeah?
Caulfield here.
What?
How soon can you be here?
Five minutes is too long.
Right.
He's in a conference.
Right.
Good morning.
Won't you come in?
Martin, James,
Detective Sergeant Benti.
Nice meeting you.
This is James Dahlbeck.
Like Caulfield, he's a Deputy D. A.
We were discussing his trial tomorrow.
That's why my door was closed.
I believe it's called a conference.
Remember those latents we found
on the bathroom glass in Michael Tarlow's suite?
They didn't check out in California.
But Detective Sergeant Benti's been hard at work.
I'm impressed.
Go ahead, Detective Sergeant.
Make me look good.
We ran those prints
through the federal computer.
They belong to Carol Hunnicut,
arrested for disorderly conduct in 1981,
some kind of anti-nuke bullshit.
She works for a publishing company.
She's been absent since Tarlow got iced.
- This is riveting.
- He'll get your attention.
Two days after Tarlow died, we got a call.
Constance Billings said her friend
was missing.
We told her to file
She changed her mind,
said maybe her friend left for a while.
She never gave us the friend's full name,
just the first. Carol.
- Still with us so far?
- I'm holding my own.
I got Constance's address
and went to see her.
Early this morning.
Before they've had their coffee,
they rattle easier.
She didn't want to see me from nothing.
She said she didn't know anything.
She had total amnesia.
She was scared shitless.
I told her we'd protect her and her friend.
We couldn't protect her if she didn't.
She was as easy to crack as a raw egg.
Then she comes out with it.
The reason why
Hunnicut's fingerprints
were on the glass
is because she was there
when Tarlow got hit.
She saw it.
She was there.
It gets better.
It gets a lot better.
- You're kidding?
- Leo f***ing Watts.
In person.
In living colour.
The woman was in the other room.
She saw everything.
Everything.
- Where is she?
She understandably freaked and took off.
She called her friend,
told her what happened,
and that she was still alive.
She's hiding out in a cabin in East Jesus.
- There is a God.
- Unbelievable.
I've chartered a plane.
It'll fly to a small strip.
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