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She was my friend.

No one said anything about killing her, right?

We're talking about millions of dollars here. I can't liquidate that stuff. I

can't get enough cash.

Well, you don't have any choice, buddy boy.

How did it go?

She took a swim.

You remain dead until we find out why they want you that way.

But this time, I'll get there before you start covering up.

Get up.

Then we try again tomorrow night.

I'm going to the game tomorrow night.

I said, I'm going to... I heard you.

What's so interesting?

UFOs.

Last year, more than 5 ,000 Americans claimed to have been abducted by alien

life forms and taken for a ride on flying saucers.

I wonder where those people really went.

Are you kidding?

Probably did too many drugs.

Too many people doing too many drugs. That's what's really wrong with this

country. You know what I mean, Squash?

Or maybe it's one of those mega conspiracies we keep hearing so much

You haven't heard a word I've said.

Bitch nearly bit my thumb off.

If I get an infection, so help me out, you will.

We're gonna do that anyhow.

Get her down in the car.

I'll tidy you up.

Planned of opportunity, huh?

Can't beat it, can you?

Eh, I guess it all depends on the view.

Yeah.

Well, looks pretty good from where I'm sitting, I'll tell you that.

The Dow's going bonkers up -down, up -down.

People can't keep up with it. I got clients who are up in bids like crazy,

they don't realize they're up in bids against themselves.

I got meetings strung out from here to the next blue moon, and on top of that,

got two tickets tonight.

For Les Miserables.

The six lovelies to choose from.

But alas, only one can be the lucky lady.

Oh, like, maybe like the one I heard from yesterday?

Wendy?

Who called you, too?

You must think that that Ivy League smile of yours will fold over anything

skirt, C .R.

It's not the smile, C .R., it's the money in your back pocket.

Yeah, but... What were you planning on doing about her anyway? Just walking

away?

No. She's a familiar pattern. It's how you handled Morley. It's how you handled

Landauer. You even handled your own wife the same way.

Planning something new with her?

No, I didn't think so.

No, you don't worry about her, okay? We'll worry about her. In fact, we've

solved that problem already.

You take care of yourself because they're watching us.

Looking to see if we make that one mistake. You know, there's always one

mistake.

You've about used up all your nine lives.

Okay, Peter.

You're ruining my shot.

Well, McIntyre realizes that he has died and gone to heaven, literally.

Well, this goes on.

Endless eons of time it goes on. He gets everything he wants. He gets more

money, more things.

More women, and then one day, one day, MacIntyre thinks, what's the matter with

me? What's the matter with me? Why am I enjoying this? Why am I enjoying it?

I don't know what it is. I'm bored.

He's bored. He's screaming, crazy bored.

One day, he's wandering through, through his beautiful fields, and he sees his

guardian angel standing there with his back to him.

And he goes up to him. He says, I'm going mad.

I'm going stark, very mad. Everything is too good here. Everything's too nice.

Everything's too easy.

It's too easy. Listen, he says, if this is heaven, please, I beg you, please,

please, please, send me to the other place.

And at that moment, the devil turns round and says, McIntyre,

you're already there.

I saw that twilight.

I'm glad.

I'm glad.

So.

I merely tell the story to illustrate the fact that we did not put the noose

round Thorpe's neck.

It was always there, always had been there. All we did was just help a

that's all.

Pause. There's a pause. There's a pause.

It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.

You are safe.

What's your name?

Your name?

All right, son.

You're all right.

Let's get you somewhere warm. You must be chilled to the bone.

Yes?

You missed our appointment.

Just a minute.

How did you get this number?

That's not the issue here.

We're talking about money.

You think I don't know that?

You should have called.

It takes time to make arrangements, places to go, people to see.

Whatever. Just remember I can always turn this information over to somebody

else.

And cut yourself out of a payday?

Don't worry.

I'll be there.

Good. You know the arrangements. Same address.

No, I won't. I won't forget this time.

You can count on it.

Why do you think they went away and left you there?

It was really dark. I don't think they could see anything.

I kept ducking underwater, holding my breath.

And then after a while, I heard one of them say, she'll never make it out

And they left me for dead.

If it weren't for you and your friend.

No, no. We had the easy part.

Here, drink this.

Why should these men go to all that trouble?

Well, it would have been much easier to kill you in the apartment.

Shouldn't I call the police?

Um, no, no. Not yet.

The word could get out that you're still alive if you put back in danger.

What should I do?

Well, we will do...

precisely what they want.

You remain dead until we find out why they want you that way.

Hello?

Well, how'd it go?

Smooth. No problem.

Really? Tell me about it.

We met her when she came home and we took her for a ride on the boat.

Romantic. Then what?

She took a swim.

Yeah? Did she by any chance swim by a phone booth?

What? A phone booth?

She just called me from one.

She didn't sound wet.

And she didn't sound dead.

What's funny? Wendy must have been here.

Who's Wendy?

Oh,

God.

She was just a girl.

We grew up together back in Wisconsin.

She was the one who convinced me to come to New York. It was her apartment I

sublet.

You were close then, were you?

She always went out of her way to help me out.

Listen to my problems.

She was always there for me.

Does that sound to you like a girl somebody would want to kill?

There may have been another side to her.

A side you knew nothing about.

It's quite obvious that you...

We're mistaken.

She was the one they were really after all the time.

I think she was trying to tell you that in the note you found.

Now, stay away from here for a few days.

Call me at the bar and I will... So he finishes.

Which bar?

Down at Wall Street where Wendy worked.

It's past 35 to sell.

No, I don't care what you think.

Look, just sell.

Sell.

Who am I? Lord Raines? Wrong. Not invisible.

I heard you took a beating today, Stuart.

Ups and downs. You know how it is.

I thought you said computers were going sky high.

I don't set the restrict.

Too bad.

I do.

Could I have a vodka martini, please?

Glide it gently over the ice.

It's not shaken. It's not stirred.

I think I heard that in the movie one.

Oh, make that two, will you?

Thanks.

In town long?

I haven't seen you around.

I got it.

Outside money, ticket for inside install?

Tell me I'm wrong.

All right.

You're wrong.

As a matter of fact, I'm looking for someone.

Aren't we all?

Well, look no farther. I can give you the lowdown on everyone in here.

Really?

Thank you.

How about a girl called Wendy Muller?

Who I believe works here, doesn't she?

Yeah.

Now, there's a girl in a hurry.

Very fast at her wheels.

She's masked.

Sounds as though you are very familiar with the road.

I've been down it a few times.

A little shaken, a little dirt, but nonetheless aware.

It comes from playing by the rules.

The rules being?

You wait your turn and pick your spot.

And, uh, Wendy Mullen?

She doesn't like to wait.

She likes to play in the fast lane.

Any idea who she plays with?

What are you, a cop?

Mind you, I do know one or two.

So do I.

Look, I wouldn't worry about girls like Wendy. They don't get what they want,

but they always survive.

There's the problem.

She didn't.

I guess I was just thinking when I decided to move to New York that I never

thought I'd end up in a full cycle of life. True.

You know how you feel.

Text it.

You?

You're not going to tell me this is one of your mama's home -cooked recipes, are

you? I've done my share of traveling.

And you landed here?

You might say I was sort of recruited.

Not me.

I came here of my own free will.

There was a man, of course.

Well, a wonderful man.

Everything was so great till the day I found the four airplane tickets.

Four tickets to the Virgin Islands for himself and a family I never knew about.

Anyway, Wendy'd been after me for a couple years to move to New York.

She said I'd have a great time, meet lots of new people.

People are the same everywhere you go.

I met this guy here, real mover type.

Things looked promising, and the next thing I know he's checking out someone

else.

Married, jerked, gay.

I used to joke to Wendy that there probably wasn't one unattached straight

left in America.

Mergers, buyouts, takeovers, he handles them all.

Who does?

V .R. Heaton, king of junk bonds.

And Wendy's playmate?

You got him.

Thank you. No, the drinks will be fine.

Just keep on protecting the good guy.

Yeah.

How do you know I'm one of them?

Someone has to be.

That's right.

Uh, I think you got the wrong table.

You want the, uh... Yeah.

Then I've got the right table.

All right, do you want to start in with your pitch, Mr... McCall.

Robert McCall.

No pitch, Mr. Heaton.

I want to discuss an acquaintance of yours, Wendy Muller.

Sorry, can't place the name.

Not very strange.

There are certain people here who have given me information that you spent some

time with her.

Well, you know, people believe a lot of things. That's what makes a market.

The lady's dead.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I sincerely hope you are, because I believe she was murdered for a reason,

I'm going to find out what it is.

Well, I wish you luck.

I'm not the one who's going to need it.

Yes. Have you lost your mind?

Maybe we should reverse the question.

You know better than to call me here.

What did you do to Wendy?

You gave me much choice, Burt.

That didn't mean killing her.

Do you honestly think that anybody could prove that?

What about McCall?

McCall?

Never heard of him.

Well, he's heard of me, okay? He came up to me and he practically charged me

with murder.

He mentioned me?

Very, very good idea.

Relax, CR.

No one said anything about killing her, right?

Well, you know, none of this would have had to have happened if you could keep a

lid on that libido of yours.

And I didn't, and it did.

All right, what happens with McCall?

McCall's not my problem. Wasn't me doing a pillow talk with Wendy Slimhip.

So what do we do now?

Pack it in.

Well, I can't do that. I'm in over my head as it is.

Yeah, that's what happens when you spend too much time living on the edge, CR.

Popping those pills like they're vitamin C, working all night, partying until

you drop.

Catches up with you, makes you careless, like calling these stupid meetings.

Maybe it's time you took an extended vacation.

No, I'm not going to do that.

Forget it. Well, you don't have any choice, buddy boy.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You're on your own now. Hasta luego.

South of the border time for me, amigo.

It looks like you get the SEC or somebody on your tail. I don't need them

trailing after me.

Yeah, but South America, I would never survive down there. I can't liquidate

fast enough. I can't get enough cash.

Never pays to be cash for a CR.

That's basic economics.

But look at it this way. In prison, it doesn't much matter what you work.

Don't say anything about killing him.

It looks like you get the SEC or somebody on your tail.

Excuse me, what's going on here?

Mr. Heaton went in there and shot himself.

Yeah, yeah, Jonah, I got it. Don't worry, I'll give it to him.

Jonah said it was a plane.

But he's totally unscrupulous.

Would you be with Marbelle?

Who's Jonah?

What is that?

Very interesting.

Would someone mind telling me what's going on?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Earlier on today, I visited an office.

I wanted to confront a certain gentleman.

Only to find that when I got there, the gentleman was dead.

Apparently, according to his secretary, he had rushed in, made a telephone call.

Rushed out again.

Come back some time later, gone into his office and shot himself.

Shot himself?

I had asked Jonah to find out the name of the man with whom he was talking on

the telephone just before he died.

Who shot himself?

As a matter of fact, it was someone with whom your friend Wendy had become

involved.

They called C .R. Heaton.

That's impossible.

What? Do you remember the man I told you I was involved with when I first came

here?

That was C .R. Heaton.

Did Ryan Parrish mean anything to you?

Yeah, I met him once with C .R.

You did?

This is important. Did you tell Wendy?

Yeah, sure. I used to tell Wendy everything.

It's a good deal.

Ryan Parrish is one of the most successful risk arbitrageurs.

on Wall Street.

He's quoted in all the financial letters.

About two months ago, everyone thought he was starting to lose his touch when

bought up 3 % of an almost defunct chemical company called LAT.

Two weeks later, everybody thinks he's a genius because LAT swallows up two very

hot electronic companies.

What's any of this have to do with Heaton?

It would seem that Heaton funded the LAT twin takeover.

through his own financial house.

Also, it would seem, he personally did the deals.

Now, if Parrish was getting inside trader information from Heaton about L

.T., that would explain why suddenly he makes yet another fast fortune.

I can't believe that would be worth killing someone.

Samantha, that is very naive.

We're talking about millions of dollars here.

And you're saying Wendy knew all of this?

I'm saying I think she suspected it when you told her that you had met this man

Parrish with him.

Then what you're really saying is that if I hadn't unloaded all of this on

Wendy, she'd still be alive.

No, no, no. I'm not saying that at all.

Whatever information she had and whatever she decided to do with it was

her choice.

You can't blame yourself for that.

It's too late to help her, isn't it?

Meanwhile, if this man Parrish is involved, he's out there somewhere

wipe the blood off his hands. Why don't we just call the police?

Why? What have we got?

We've got a hit -and -run accident and a suicide.

Get men like Parrish. You have to have proof.

So what do we do?

Well, we find something.

You missed.

Yeah, doesn't happen very often. Well, I don't know.

It happened with Cement with Chesbrough, didn't it?

Well, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Mr... McCall.

And, uh, Sam Chesbrough?

My client, Mr. Parrish.

Oh, I don't talk to lawyers.

I hire enough of them so they can chat amongst themselves.

I think you know that I'm not a lawyer, Mr. Parrish.

Well, didn't you say you had a client?

Indeed. The aforementioned Sam Chesborough.

Yeah, okay.

And what does he want?

She.

Sam. As in Samantha.

Sam.

Never met a gal named Sam.

Yes, you did.

Mind you, didn't have much chance to get acquainted with her before your men

threw her out of the boat.

Geez, maybe I need a lawyer, huh?

Only if you have something to hide.

Which you do.

He could sort of help me.

Maybe sort out all this gibberish.

Let me give you a word of warning.

Samantha is alive and under my protection.

One day soon, you are going to make another mistake, a big one. And when you

believe me, I will be there. Only this time.

I'll get there before you start to cover up.

That is the path.

At least a couple of hours to get that stuff ready.

It'll take that long to get everything else in place.

I've seen Freddie in about an hour's time. Do you think you could keep some

months? I'll keep by until then.

All right.

I'll take her for a stroll in the park.

Lovely day for a stroll.

Freddie, how thick is it?

Four inches throughout.

Used to be half as thick until Phillips went through it.

Phillips? Who's Phillips?

Human cannonball.

Laid him up in the hospital for about a month. Guess who they got to replace

him. They said I was the only one who could fit in the barrel. I told them,

don't you get a wider barrel?

They said, can't afford it.

Budget cuts.

They might as well phone it in and do a radio show.

Right, right.

What do you take, 120 pounds?

How far are you talking?

Possibly ten feet.

No problem. Piece of cake. Do you know how far they've shot me out of that

thing? No, no, I wouldn't want to know. It'd be far too frightening.

So how long? Would we say, what, an hour?

Boys are already working on it.

I got it.

I mean, we were from the same hometown.

She was the whole reason why I came here. She did everything for me. I know.

I'll just never forget how she looked lying there on the street.

I feel horrible.

You gotta stop blaming yourself for that. There is no way for you to know. I

can't help but blame myself. If I hadn't opened my big mouth about eating, she

wouldn't have been in this mess in the first place. It's not your fault. No

matter what you didn't say, it wasn't your fault. I know I didn't kill her. I

know it's not my fault, but I feel responsible.

Not the point.

Carry that around with you.

Just forget it.

Just forget it?

Well, I can't. I'm sorry. I gotta get out of here.

Sam, wait!

Your sense of timing leaves a lot to be desired, Mickey.

Okay, okay, okay. I know, McCall. You caught me with my guard down. I mean,

do you want me to say?

I haven't the faintest idea. All I know is that I've spent a lot of time laying

this trap for Parrish.

And you've jeopardized the whole plan by losing the girl.

Now, if we're going to succeed, we've got to find her.

I wasn't counting on it.

Call Parrish. Tell him we've got a present for him.

You guys already screwed this up once, huh?

I'll take it from here.

Come

on,

Sam. Open the door.

Are you crazy?

I know you killed Wendy. You tried to kill me, too.

Sam, we have to talk.

I have nothing to say to you. Stay away from me.

All dressed up and no place to go.

You don't have to do this. I haven't done anything to you.

You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

You saw Jameson and Rose.

What if I don't tell anybody?

You already did. You told Nicole.

Maybe I can talk to him. Maybe I can get him to keep quiet. I can say I made the

whole thing up.

Come on.

You think nobody's going to ask any questions when I show up with a few

holes in me?

Who said anything about bullets? This will just be another one of those

unfortunate deaths.

Like Heaton and Wendy?

Let's just say I don't like messy accounts.

Just another woman thrown from a skyscraper. Who's going to notice except

sanitation department? Because they have to clean it up.

This company is Newstorm.

And though this presentation might undersell it, I think I can give you

good reasons why it is ripe for takeover.

It's exactly the one.

Home movies, Ryan?

What the hell is this, anyway?

Attempted murder.

About ten years, I should think.

And you're the star.

We've been leading you around by the nose for some time, Mr. Parrish.

We have staged arguments.

We've talked for the benefit of your hidden microphone.

You were absolutely right, you know.

I had no proof whatsoever that you were involved in the death of C .R. Heaton

and Wendy Muller. What's he talking about, Ryan?

Watch the screen, sir.

I'm sorry about the girl. Oh, don't be Samantha

I

Thought you'd go over the edge myself what we see mr. Parrish

Is not always what really happens is it watch?

You see, by the time you got to the edge and looked over, what you saw was the

dummy that we had carefully positioned down below.

Colleague, I think there are one or two of New York's finest waiting down below

to have a chat with Mr Parrish.

Don't bother to ask questions, gentlemen.

The show's over. Good day.

The police will be calling on you.

I'd say it's more than okay.

How do I do this?

How do I thank you for all you've done?

Well, if you should do me a favor, just watch your step, will you?

You have my word.

Good. Here.

Oven here.

However,

he did say...

Scotch on the rocks, please.

A little water.

Slumming. What?

With all the money around here?

What brings you around?

Oh, before I tie up a few loose ends.

I wondered if you'd like to hear Wendy's story.

No.

It doesn't have a happy ending.

Look, thanks for caring, but, uh...

I'm not going to end up like her.

Well, I didn't suggest that you would.

Well, this is hardly the best of jobs, is it?

Hanging around, trying to pick up a few tip here and a few there, most of which

will be dubious, in order to make a few dollars, or not, as the case might be.

I'll survive.

And is that what it's about? Just revival?

I mean, just that?

What is it with you, McCall?

Trying to be a minister?

I really don't want to listen to any sermons.

I don't think I've got one to give.

I just thought you might want to talk, that's all.

You know, there's an old story.

about a man called MacIntyre.

He was just too big.

He died.

And one day...