The Man with One Red Shoe Page #4

and your blood flow.

Relax.

Give up control.

Relax.

Give yourself room... to breathe.

Now... isn't that better?

Uh, well, I am a little hungry.

Oh.

Let me get you something.

- Ow!

- What?

You're hurting my hair.

- Oh! Oh, jeez.

- Ooh!

- Ow!

- Oh, jeez. Hold on.

OK, I got to cut...

It's caught in my zipper.

I'm sorry, it's stuck.

Ow! You're hurting me now!

Do you have a pair of scissors around?

- In the bathroom.

- OK, well...

Agh! We have to go together.

All right, you don't get up.

You just lead the way and I'll follow, OK?

- OK, ready? Slowly, and up.

- Slowly, slowly.

- This guy's right out of a circus.

- No, that's what he wants us to think.

Step.

- Step. Not on my hand!

- Whoops, sorry.

- Where is the bathroom again?

- Step up and to the right.

Oh! I didn't see that when I first came in.

Step. Agh!

I'm sorry. I thought you were with me.

OK. All right.

OK.

What in the name of God? What are you

doing? You're supposed to be out there.

No, there's been a mistake.

This man is not an agent.

- What does that mean?

- Does he look like a professional to you?

Of course he doesn't.

If he did, he wouldn't be a professional.

Get out there and finish the job.

He's no good - look at those eyes.

- This is ridiculous!

- Take the pants and put...

- Richard?

- Yeah?

- Come into the bedroom.

- Sure!

- Come sit with me on the bed.

- Sure.

Oh!

- Before we kill each other, please.

- Sorry about that.

No!

"No"? What does she mean, "no"?

I'm sorry. What's the matter?

I just don't want this

to be just a one-night stand.

Believe me, Maddy, neither do I.

No.

Richard,

I feel...

I feel as if you're keeping something from me.

- Are you?

- Good girl.

Here it comes.

- You're amazing, you know that?

- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, I've been hiding something from you.

- Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

I've been meaning to tell you about it,

but I haven't had chance.

But I guess now's

as good a time as any, hm?

Wait right here.

He's coming back with a banjo or something.

All right.

This is it. I'm not just a musician, but I'm...

Well, I'm a composer too, of sorts,

and I'd been having problems with this one

piece until you and I bumped into each other.

I'd like to... to play it for you

and dedicate it to you.

Just push the green button there.

He played that same music in the concert.

Really?

No, no, no, not the lights!

Thanks a lot, Maddy.

- Yes, sir?

- Virdon, what's going on over there?

He played the violin twice,

and now they're making love again, sir.

- I see.

- What do you want us to do, sir?

- Huh?

- What are your orders, sir?

I'll have to call you back.

He's calling me back.

Carson.

Liquidate?

I think so.

Hey, Maddy, look at this.

I don't believe it!

He's always one step ahead of us.

Sh*t!

Good morning, sir.

I told you to call off Virdon and Reese.

Really? I must have misunderstood you.

I told them to tighten up their surveillance.

- You did misunderstand.

- I'm sorry. I've always obeyed orders.

I presumed you'd want

to protect the innocent, though.

You presumed wrong, Brown.

Things have gone too far.

The Man With One Red Shoe

is of no use to me any more.

It's Cooper's turn to come on stage.

This affair will have to end in a shooting

match, just like all good spy stories.

Maddy, dear, these just came for you.

Oh.

- What's that?

- They're from him.

- Probably bugged.

- These candies also arrived, sir.

Candy, too? Hulse, check these out.

Do you know how long it's been

since I got flowers?!

Don't have 'em delivered here. We might as

well have a sign: Spies, enquire within.

- I think you're falling for this guy.

- That's just absurd!

- I don't think so.

- Sir, no bugs in this one.

Good. Keep checking.

- I'm picking something up at Ross's house.

- Let me hear it.

Give me one of those.

Good work, Brown. Cooper missed

the violinist again. As you know,

- I have an appointment at the Senate.

- I see.

The violinist has finished his report.

He'll fill us in at the hearing.

Some people are in for

a most unpleasant surprise, Brown.

Well, we've got to work fast.

Now then, does anybody here

remember how to kill a man?

- Hello. Maddy?

- No, it's Paula.

Oh. Hi... hi, Paula.

Who is Maddy? Maddy is that other girl

at the concert. You're seeing this other girl.

No. No. Well...

I'll do anything you say.

I'll... I'll leave Morris.

You don't even have to play Tarzan.

You can just...

I can explain everything.

I'm getting too old for th...

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Don't even think...

- Paula, I'm really sorry, but...

- Richard?

Maddy? Hey!

Look, I've got to leave the country

and I can never see you again.

Wait a minute.

Maddy, this is crazy. Where are you?

I'm around the corner.

I'm in the coffee shop.

Maddy? Hey, Maddy!

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!

Come on, guys. We're all professionals.

- Easy.

- What are we gonna do, shoot each other?

- Take it slow.

- You have a pension plan?

- We have full hospitalization.

- I don't know what you mean.

Here's some cigars.

You guys smoke cigars?

- What, are those Cuban?

- Forget it, Hulse!

Smoke a cigar.

We'll talk it over like gentlemen.

See? I'm smoking a cigar.

She's blonde, lyrically beautiful.

She used your phone.

- Oh, yeah, she was here. But she split.

- She split?

All right!

There's no problem. Great!

Mr. Brown will really be pleased.

I mean, he'll definitely

make us permanent partners now.

See, what I do in a gunfight, Reese,

is I stay loose.

We'll work together for years.

I'll have a chance to teach you how to do this.

It'll take a long time for you to learn.

Weeks, months, maybe even years.

Just shut up.

- What do I owe you?

- This one's on me, pal.

I was headed this way anyhow.

Thanks.

Richard!

- Morris, are you OK?

- I was just in your apartment.

I was gonna blow your brains out.

I heard you and Paula on the phone.

I'm sorry.

This is not the time to talk about this.

But there are three dead men

in your apartment.

Yeah, sure. Good.

Three dead men are in your apartment.

All right, Morris, enough of the jokes.

This is not the time.

Three!

Come on.

You gotta see this.

Look.

They're gone. They're gone!

Yeah.

Richard, I swear, there was someone here.

- Maybe they're under the rug.

- Richard! I swear, there were three...

...dead men. And yesterday Paula

was making love to an ambulance driver.

Looks pretty bad, huh?

You should have a drink.

You'll feel a lot better.

Yeah.

I'll get it.

- I'm not thirsty.

- Morris, come on.

You're pale, you got the shakes...

I'm not thirsty, Richard.

Don't go in there, Richard!

I'm not well, you know. I'm not well at all.

- I have to pee.

- Fine.

- Will you come with me?

- Oh, come on, Morris!

- Get in the car, Maddy.

- Edgar, you're making a mistake.

Get in.

- Hey, Maddy!

- Get into the car!

Maddy!

Hey, Maddy!

We've got her.

She was trying to warn Drew.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, dammit!

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