All language subtitles for midnight_blue_1997_xx

Do you crush?

You settle for what's comfortable,
what's safe.

A stable relationship that works.

But I'm constantly haunted by the belief
that there's got to be something more

out there.

I'm not sure if who you end up with is
decided by destiny or fate.

But it was a gamble I was willing to
take.

Well, that's what I exist for, Martin.

To make fantasies come true.

Not just any fantasies.

Your fantasies.

And to think, if I would have gone
downstairs an hour later, or left a

earlier, I wouldn't have been there when
you arrived.

It's perfect timing.

Such a happy coincidence.

Perhaps it was fate.

Do you believe in destiny, Mon?

Oh,

uh, I'm sorry. I don't smoke. I don't
have any mask.

That's not what I meant.

Is that a light beer?

No.

When I want a beer, I want a beer.

What would you like?

Perfect Manhattan.

Straight up.

You got it.

That's where I'm from.

New York City, boy, huh?

What are you all doing down here in
Atlanta?

I'm a VP for a bank out of New York. I'm
here doing a seminar this week.

Sounds fascinating.

It's not that fascinating.

Sorry. I think you'll be a little slow
sometime.

How much is it?

Five dollars.

Here.

Yeah? Shall we retire to a table?

So what's your name?

Martin. Martin Blake.

I'm Martine.

The odds against that must be... 100
,000 to one.

That's right, you're a banker.

You play the odds for a living.

No, I always go for the safe bet.

Somewhere along the line, you must have
taken a long shot.

Staked everything on one wild throw of
the dice.

What makes you so sure of that?

I'm a good judge of character.

Okay.

Tell me something about myself.

For starters, I'd say that an hour from
now you're gonna be upstairs in your

room.

It doesn't take a prophet to perceive
that.

Fuckin' me.

Um, forgive me for asking, but...

Why me? Why not one of them?

Maybe I see something special in you.

Well, I hate to admit it, but I'm just
an ordinary kind of guy.

Is that how you see yourself?

Well, it's not true.

Yes, it is.

Now, if it were, I wouldn't be here with
you right now, would I?

All my life, I fantasized about a woman
as beautiful as you, picking me out of

the crowd just like you did in there.

This is happening.

Well, I can tell you something that'll
help you believe it.

Oh, yeah? What is it?

You're so elegant, I thought you were a
model or something.

Well, they don't allow cheap hustlers to
walk through that door.

But look at it this way.

You can buy a hamburger for 50 cents.

Or you can order a Chateaubriand at a
French restaurant for $50.

Either way, you get a piece of meat.

The question is, what level of quality
can you afford, Marty?

Please don't call me Marty.

What's wrong with Marty?

When I was a kid, I watched a movie on
TV called Marty. Did you ever see it?

I don't think so.

Ernest Borgnine was the lead.

Marty was a butcher in the Bronx.

He couldn't get a date.

It was a real sad case.

Sounds depressing.

Oh, it was.

It haunted me like most scary movies
give kids nightmares.

I was always afraid of ending up like
that, alone on Friday night, watching

Well, I never heard of anyone being so
affected by a movie before.

Anyway, it's a side in time, Martin.

Five minutes from now, we're up in your
room.

I'm out that door.

For which they're going to be.

$500 for the night.

You can do it by the hour, but I'd
recommend the own item.

And I hope you have cash. We're going to
go and get a credit card.

Yes, it is permissible.

That was uncalled for.

Wait, um... What's the matter? Second
thoughts?

Uh, no, not that, um... Maybe I should
go to the lobby store.

Oh, did my little boy scout forget that
he's supposed to be prepared?

That's a good thing that your little
girl scout knows her business.

Um,

my room's just around the corner.

Gracious. What a gorgeous suite.

Have you been in here before?

There are 300 rooms in this hotel.

Even I haven't been to them all.

Do

I

pay you an hour in the morning?

You certainly are the banker.

Well, I have a hunch I can trust you.

I'm not going to use the powder room.

Would you

like

something more modern?

No.

I'm a hopeless romantic.

I should have been born a long time ago.

Where women wore long gowns and fur
capes and feathers in their hats.

And wars were fought over important
things like beautiful women's

And everyone listened to classical
music.

For them, it wouldn't have been
classical. It would have been

Oh, yes.

I almost forgot.

The logical mind of Martin Blake.

We're about to do something totally
illogical, aren't we?

I feel the run inside.

There's a mushroom in my mind.

All the walls have come down.

And the storm has come to set.

I feel the run inside.

Like a r -

Indigo blue.

Walls.

Not indigo.

Close, but there's a name for it. I
can't think.

Midnight blue?

Yes, that's it.

Such a strange hue.

Almost appears to be changing colors
when different lights hit it.

Like people.

Tell me about yourself.

No. It's something women in my
profession never do.

How about you? No one special in your
life?

Well, there is one woman.

I'm jealous.

She's more of a friend than anything
else.

Yeah, sure.

Well, if it were more than that, would I
be leaving her behind in Manhattan when

I move to L .A. next week?

Japanese or Chinese?

I made your NYU with business, not fine
arts.

What do you see in it?

A big wave crashing down on some people
in little boats.

Oh, come on, Martin.

What does it mean?

I see some sailors unfortunate enough to
be at the wrong place at the wrong

time.

Terrible accident?

That's what it says to you?

Hmm.

Well, what do you see?

Well, certainly not an accident.

More, um, a sense of destiny.

I mean, don't those waves remind you of
fingers reaching out for the sailors?

Come to think of it, yeah, I do.

And look at their faces.

They don't fight in their faith.

They're accepting it.

Talk about fate.

I almost didn't come down to the bar
tonight. I considered staying up here

watching TV, ordering room service.

You didn't want to be like Marty, huh?

So you went out to find your fate, just
like those sailors.

My fate's a lot nicer than theirs.

Come on, little boy.

Make love to me one last time.

Martin Blake's great adventure.

Is it everything you hoped it would be?

That and much more.

I'll have to leave shortly.

What's wrong?

I thought of losing you.

You'll be fine.

You'll absolutely love L .A.

You live there?

No, I've never even visited.

Well, how do you know that I'd love it
then?

Someone dear to me lives there?

A boyfriend?

No, not a boyfriend.

Anyway, it's that time.

Do you want to have breakfast?

No.

What good could it do to extend this
momentary madness?

Well, how do you know it's momentary?

Listen, Mom.

There are good hookers and bad hookers.

Small ones and dumb ones.

There's one rule we all live by.

You don't fall in love with a John.

Outside of this room, in the daylight,
we might look at this and laugh.

If you walk out that door, I don't think
I'll be able to handle it.

Will you have breakfast with me?

How do you like to taste the best
buckwheat cakes in Atlanta?

Good

morning.

Hi, how are you doing?

Coffee?

They know you're here. Well, I come here
a lot.

Did you ever bring someone in here with
you?

No.

It's the first time ever.

You're a regular here. You order for us.
You guys ready?

Two orders of buckwheat cakes, 100 ,000
sausage, and hot coffee.

Do you know how I feel right now?

Like a teenager at a soda fountain
sharing a Coke with his date.

Thank you, Brad.

Thank you for bringing me here with you.

Oh, Martin.

It won't work.

Think what you are.

What I am.

I don't care.

Hey, you're the one who said things
happen because they were meant to.

Fate, destiny.

It's madness.

Well, it's no good.

I want to see you tonight.

Well, if you insist, Martin.

I'm going to be walking through the door
of that hotel, same time as last night,

same time as always.

I'll be waiting for you.

Well, I'd almost forgotten myself.

I'm flattered.

Can I drop you somewhere?

Oh, no, you hurry. You're going to be
late for work.

Oh, and Martin, I never would have taken
this.

Except I need it.

I understand.

Gracious.

Oh, little boy.

Yeah? What's your name?

Leonard.

Well, Leonard, I want you to take this
and buy yourself some.

That's $500, whatever it is little boys
like these days.

Mr.

Blake, is everything all right?

were worried forgive me for being late
phone calls about my transfer from new

york to los angeles oh no no problem if
i would have known how wonderful this

city is i transfer here delighted to
hear that

i absolutely adore this city

let's go to work

Sir. Usual?

I beg your pardon?

A Manhattan?

Uh, certainly, sir.

There you go, sir.

Charge that to your room? That'd be
fine.

Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr.
Blake?

No, wait a minute.

Please.

Does she come in here every night?

Is she ever late?

She? Martine.

Martine?

Beautiful lady, brunette.

Prostitute.

I don't know what you're talking about,
sir.

She's very beautiful. I was here with
her last night.

She's a coat, beautiful face.

Oh, the girl in the white dress.

Yeah. She's never been in here before
last night.

Sorry.

Hey, Martin.

Barbara, hello.

How are things going in New York?

Well, it'd be fine if only you were
here.

I will be in a few days.

Yeah, and then in two weeks you'll be
headed out to L .A. for good.

We'll talk that through when I get back.

You make it sound so simple.

I don't think anything's simple anymore.

Martin, are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Anyway, I went by and checked on your
apartment, and everything's fine.

And, oh, your plane ticket came.

And your mother called.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

She told me to tell you to call her.

Good morning, Mr. Blake.

We've been tossing around some concepts,
and you're in for a challenging

session.

China, Chicago, and New York are one of
the largest growing, changing customer

banking needs.

Some of the things that we discussed
yesterday were customer service.

Once again, I believe that... Eric?

I'll have a minute.

Excuse me, Mr. Blake. Is that the lady
you were looking for last night?

Martin. My name's Sandra, baby.

You can call me Martin if you like.

I'm so sorry. I was looking for someone.

Hey, you're not a cop, are you? No, no,
I'm nobody. I just thought you were.

I was looking for Martine.

Who?

Martine. She's a brunette like you. Do
you know her?

No. I don't know any Martine.

But then again, I don't know all the
dude's women.

Dude.

Where can I find this dude?

Excuse me. Get out.

Hey, baby, what's happening? I'm looking
for dude.

It's some kind of bus.

I'm no cop.

You looking for me? Yeah.

How did you know?

Word travels fast.

I'm no cop.

Yeah, then what the fuck are you?

I'm a client.

You didn't get your money's worth?

I just want some information on a girl
that works for you. She's beautiful, and

her name's Martine.

Who?

Please, I was just with her a few nights
ago. I know she works for you.

This bitch really got to you, huh?

Yes.

Well, something strange is going down.

Because this lady you're so spun out on,
she don't exist.

Hey, come in.

Are you Mr. Katz or Mr. Feeney?

Uh, actually, both.

The jerk that painted the sign on the
door got it wrong.

Have you ever thought of getting it
changed?

Why? Are you a sign painter?

Because if you are, you better do a damn
slight better job than he did. I didn't

pay him a penny.

Well, good for you.

Yeah.

Sit down.

Do you know where you can get a decent
corned beef sandwich in a town?

Kosher corned beef or Irish?

Either one. Both.

What's a half -Irish, half -Jewish
detective doing in Atlanta?

Everybody's got to be someplace.

Now it's your turn.

You've never been in a private
investigator's office, right?

Didn't think so. You're disappointed
that I'm not Humphrey Bogart, right?

Everybody is.

Tell me your troubles.

What's her name?

How did you know it was a woman?

People come in here for a lot of things,
but when a guy comes in with an

expression on his mug like you got,
gotta be...

Oh, it's you.

Yeah, it's me. What, were you expecting
some brunette?

Hi, how you doing?

All right. What do you have?

Give me a shot of Bushmills.

Found out anything?

That's why I'm here.

Then you have.

No, I haven't.

I've been through every one of my
contacts, and there's not a hint that

woman you described ever hooked in
Atlanta.

That's not true.

She was a pro. I know she... She was.

Would you mind describing her to me one
more time?

She was very elegant, am I right?

Gorgeous.

Very sophisticated lady. She spoke
knowingly of painting, philosophy,

music.

You're not describing a hooker.

That sounds like a society lady. That's
what I thought at first, but after...

You never saw this broad before?

Never saw it.

It's starting to make sense to me.

This kind of thing happens more than you
would guess.

Ladies from... upscale suburbia, they
look around at all the stuff they've

Then they look in the mirror and they
wonder why the hell it's so miserable.

And they begin to wonder if they're
bartering their bodies to husbands that

don't love in exchange for the Porsche
and the swimming pool and all that

Then one day, some of them kind of like
quietly go crazy.

They figure that if they feel like
upscale whores, then... Maybe it'd be

fun to act out that role one time.

That sounds pretty far -fetched.

No, I had a case with a guy.

He makes a date with a hooker on the
phone, says, meet me at the hotel.

He goes to the hotel, and the hooker is
his own wife.

That's a true story.

But listen, if you want to do this,
just, you know, get out of it as a one

expense, it's okay with me.

No, no, no, stick with it.

But let me tell you, this could get
rough.

Because if she turns out to be married
to some important character, we could be

opening up quite a can of worms.

He's got a point there, Mr. Blake. This
could get dangerous.

So, you know, maybe you want to drop it.

No, I have to find her.

Okay, fine.

Tomorrow afternoon.

Drop by my office.

You're paying for this.

See you.

Why don't you go check the tenants on
this hall?

Is he... Is he all right?

He's alive.

Just barely.

Thank God.

He's a nice guy, too.

Never gave us any kind of a problem,
like some in his line of work.

How'd you know?

I was just a client. He was running a
routine investigation for me. There are

routine investigations. Maybe yours
caused this.

That's impossible. No one even knew he
was working for me, except for me.

It wasn't important to anyone but me.

You're just a woman.

Listen, buddy.

Men were finding themselves floating
face down in the river over women long

before anybody figured out anything else
worth killing for.

I'm Lieutenant Dopkin.

Grab a seat. This is going to take a
while.

You said you hired a victim to work for
you.

How did you get to him?

He's going to be okay, mister.

Explain that to me.

No spoken word can describe this high.

We'll shed joyous tears that'll help us
to survive.

Love is worth it if together we cry.

Excuse me.

I was looking for a woman. We were here
together three days ago. Lots of people

were here three days ago.

Lots of guys, lots of girls. Not like
this one. She was quite beautiful. I'm

sure you'd remember her.

We were sitting in that booth right over
there.

Beautiful, huh?

Well, here's hoping she comes back.

Thank you.

It's okay.

It's gone.

John, it won't leave me alone.

Thanks a lot. No problem.

It's gone.

Okay, so the furniture that you wanted
to keep has been shipped to L .A.

already, and you're close to arrive
Monday.

How am I going to survive without you?

You don't have to.

I can't ask you to move all the way
across the country.

You're so subtle.

Cut the crap, Martin.

If you don't want me with you, just tell
me.

What we have is comfortable.

We like and we respect one another.

We take care of each other's needs.

But shouldn't there be more?

I'm a realist. I don't need to search
for the perfect romance. It works.

Martin.

Did you meet someone?

It's all so crazy. I don't even know who
she is.

Great. I feel better already.

There was something special.

I don't know if it was love.

I do know that it's the kind of feeling
you believe when you're young you'll

experience someday.

Oh, shit.

Like I said, I'm not even sure who she
is.

And it's over?

It's not over.

Even if I never see her again.

It's like I touched a spider web.

A what?

A spider web.

You brush it against it once and you
never get loose.

You're the new man, aren't you?

Oh, yes, I am. Yeah, Collier's really
excited about winning you away from New

York.

Anyway, when you meet him, here's the
buzzword.

Integrity. Okay, you keep repeating
that, he's going to love you. Well,

you for the advice.

Excuse me, may I help you?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Martin Blake. I'm
here to see Mr. Collier. Oh, it's very

to meet you.

Thank you.

Mr. Blake is here to see you.

Please, go right in.

Continue analyzing that again.

I'm sorry if I've interrupted you. We
were just... There she goes.

Gentlemen, have a seat.

My fair time lately has been taken up by
a damn internal investigation.

Several million missing, and the cover
-up was brilliant.

You believe some people in the banking
industry could have so little...

Integrity.

Exactly. Good for you, Blake.

I am going to catch whoever did it.

But that should keep me busy for the
next couple of weeks.

I apologize for not having a chance to
speak with you yet.

Don't give it a thought.

Meanwhile, I want you to take as much
time as you need to get settled in.

I'll do that.

Good to have you on board, Blake.
Thanks.

I feel the rush inside.

I'm actually getting used to driving
everywhere instead of walking.

How about driving over to my house for
dinner tomorrow night?

I'd love to.

Great. I'll have my secretary give you
directions.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you. Hello, Martin. You found us
all right?

Great directions.

Thanks.

Come on in.

Make yourself at home.

Gorgeous home you have here.

That's my wife's doing.

Honey, Mr. Blake is here.

You're alone, darling.

Can I get you something to drink?

Whiskey straight up.

I can do that.

Hey, guys, don't start without me.

If you pick some drinks, darling, I'll
take a Manhattan.

Georgene this is Martin Blake. Well Bob
told me so much about you as if I know

you already Yeah, I'll call me Georgene,
please and I'll call you Marty

No, that's just not right you're not a
Marty

I feel the rise of the light. There's a
mushroom in my

mind. All the walls that come down.

And the stars.

Mrs. Collier, excuse me.

Oh, Martin, hello.

You can call me Georgine.

Could I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

Well, it shows absolutely little.

A new man trying to seduce his wife, but
weak on the job.

No, I wouldn't if I... I'm crushed, am
I, Luke Spade? Of course not.

I just wanted to discuss the possibility
that we've met before.

Really? Well, it's an old land,
certainly, but then I'm an old

so I kind of like it.

Would you like to have a cigarette?

Because if you do, feel free to.

Oh, I don't smoke, thank you.

Oh, really?

I'm learning all about you.

Sounds to me like you got me confused
with somebody else.

What an intriguing name.

Georgene.

By coincidence, I was in Georgia last
week.

That is quite a coincidence.

Or fate.

Ever been to Georgia?

Are you getting to know me or cross
-examining me?

Maybe I should go a little slower.

What do you want, Martin Black?

Nothing.

Everything.

I want a second chance.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't want to lose you.

That line about us having met before?

You said you felt as if you knew me.

Do I resemble her that much?

You are her.

That's funny. I thought I was me.

Can I see you again?

Absolutely not.

Why not?

Because a woman wants to be appreciated
for herself.

Not because she bears some resemblance
to a mystery lady from a man's past.

I didn't wait.

What did you call me?

I'm sorry. How could you know about
Martine?

Because I met her in Atlanta last week.

That's impossible.

Why?

Because Martine's dead.

You work amazingly long hours.

I know Mr. Collier's impressed.

Time does get away from me.

I'm going home.

First, he said stop by his office. He
wants to see you. He said it was

important.

Good night.

Good night.

You wanted to see me, Bob?

Blake, come on in. Have a seat.

More on that internal investigation?

That is the least of my problems now.

I don't understand.

Would you like a drink?

Sure.

You're different than other people in
this office, Blake.

There's something in your eyes that tell
me you're the kind of person that I

could trust.

I am a good listener.

It's my wife.

I think that I'm losing her.

Georgine? You seem so happy.

Is it another man?

Ironically, it's another woman.

Her sister.

She was killed in an automobile
accident.

Recently? A year ago, last week.

Atlanta.

They were close?

Well, actually, they hadn't seen each
other in years, but there was a strong

bond between them that ran very deep.

They were born in poverty. Their mother
died when they were very young. Her

father was an alcoholic.

No one would ever suspect Georgine came
from such a background.

She determined very early to move up and
out and make a decent life for herself.

Her sister moved up and out as well, but
in a different direction. She became a

high -class hooker.

May I?

No, help yourself.

A few days after the anniversary of the
accident, Georgine disappeared.

No letter, no explanation.

I was at my wit's end.

A week later, I came home and she was
back.

She acted as though she had never been
gone.

We never discussed it.

I'm losing her. I really believe that I
am losing her, Blake.

And I can't bear the thought of it.

After Georgene, there is just no other
woman in this world for me.

I understand.

You do.

Then you must have known someone like
this.

I've brushed up against the spider web.

Thanks for listening.

You're a good man.

Hey, can you tell me where a guy can
find a decent corned beef sandwich in

town? That depends.

Irish or Jewish.

Either one, both.

I don't suppose you'll tell me how you
got inside my apartment.

Does a magician give away the tricks of
his trade?

So what brings you to L .A.? Well,
certainly not the food.

Can you believe they try and pass this
off as a New York -style deli?

It must have been brutal.

Oh, yes, yeah.

Oh, it was a 6 '9 bodybuilder type, a
gorilla in a ski mask.

And you're here now risking more of the
same.

Well, you get hit hard enough, and after
a while it's not just a job anymore.

You start taking it personal, you know
what I mean, sweetheart?

Now you do sound like Bogart.

You know, that lady you want to locate
has...

Very strong feelings about maintaining
her privacy.

And you did speak with her?

No. No.

She disappeared.

Off the face of the earth, as they say.
Used to say in the old movies.

I didn't mean the old movies. I meant
the old paperback novels.

Anyway, when I finally crawled off my
hospital bed, I made it a point to go

see your hotel room.

I'm getting a strong sense of deja vu
here.

Maybe I did get a little carried away.

You've got an obsession, that's what
you've got, Blake. I don't have an

obsession. And the first step in dealing
with it is admitting it.

Well, maybe I do, but you're here. Maybe
you have an obsession with her, too.

No. You're obsessed with her.

I'm obsessed with your stupid obsession.

Anyway, where are you staying?

Don't call me. I'll call you.

And until I do, try and get your fantasy
and your reality sorted out, will you?

Martin?

Yes?

It's me, Georgene.

Hi.

I'm sorry about the other day. I was way
out of line.

It was my fault. I overreacted.

Georgie, the other night you told me you
felt very comfortable with me

as if we'd met before.

When I met you, I felt like I was
rediscovering someone that I'd known in

another life.

I know that sounds crazy, but it's the
way I feel.

No, not crazy.

But there are things about yourself that
you're unaware of.

I can help you.

I need you.

I need as much of your time as possible.

Well, I don't mean to be forward, but I
could come to your place if you like.

I'd like that very much.

I've never done anything like this
before.

Gracious.

As if you'd like me to back out.

Yes, you do.

Come in.

All right.

But I'm shaking.

Oh, that's okay.

So am I.

What are you drinking?

Manhattan's. Extra strong.

Mm -hmm.

What a lovely apartment.

Would you like to see the rest?

Sure.

This is the living room.

Mm -hmm.

This is the kitchen.

And this is...

Bedroom.

Well, you saved the best for last.

Mr. Blake, are you trying to seduce me?

This room.

Sit down, please.

Thanks. I need it.

Better? A little.

Give me a few minutes. I'll be okay.

The color of the walls.

So beautiful.

Midnight blue.

It changes in the bright light.

Sometimes it's one shade, sometimes a
completely different you.

Like people.

Yes, like people.

I know.

Let's pretend I'm not me.

Well, who are you then?

Let's pretend I'm a high -class whore.

Why that of all things?

That's what I feel like half the time.

I don't really love Bob.

I only married him to escape from
Atlanta.

Every night I trade my body for a
respectable life.

What thing is that, Pat?

A level that people like you can't even
imagine.

How my sister and I ever survived it.

Anyway, tonight I'm going to become what
I've felt like for a long, long time.

Have you given in to this urge before?

Why do you ask that?

No reason.

Well, I have my secrets.

Even from you.

Okay.

What's your name tonight?

I have no name.

I'm just your nameless fantasy.

An elegant fucking machine.

Isn't that what every man really wants?

Wow.

You like?

Yes, I like very much.

See, in my profession, it's important to
know how to enter a room.

Some men would have been disappointed if
I hadn't made my grand entrance

completely nude.

And you're glad I still got my panties
on, because that gives you something

to anticipate.

I'm anticipating.

Mr. Martin Blake.

Who lives in a world of known things.

All those columns and numbers.

Pages of data.

Profits and percentages.

It's a world without mystery.

But that's why you're here with me,
isn't it?

I said, isn't it?

I command you. Yes.

Louder! Yes!

Well, that's better.

You may kiss me again.

Ow!

Wow, what's wrong?

You bit me.

Well, do you mind?

I... I don't know.

Well, get out of these stuffy old
clothes.

And dresses neatly.

Even before sex, right?

You hang up your pants so the creases
will be perfect in the morning.

And you always hang up your shirt like a
good little boy.

Well, not tonight.

This is what we do to naughty little
boys.

I would never hit you.

Not now.

Not ever.

Well, let's see if you're man enough to
satisfy me.

You're such a bitch.

Is that a complaint?

Wow, that was wild.

Drinks are pretty strong, huh?

Weird dreams.

I'll pay you mine if you'll tell me
yours.

Oh, my God, it's two in the morning.

Well, maybe if I ignore it, whoever it
is will think I'm not in or asleep

or maybe... Well, who could it be?

Waldo Patton. Who?

A detective in Atlanta.

Ruined. Just stay right here.

The wizard.

Forgive me for coming here at this hour.

I had nowhere to turn.

Bob. She's gone.

I came home late. I looked all over the
house.

She's just gone. I don't know where.

You're very overwrought right now. She's
probably out with some girlfriends.

She's not out with any friends.

Oh, my God.

Calm down.

I'm a bigger fool than I even thought I
was.

And I trusted you. It was my fault, Bob.

That's not true. I'm the one who talked
her into coming over here, Bob.

Lies. Let me explain.

I thought you hit her.

Are you okay?

His head hit the table.

Oh, my God.

Are you all right? Yes.

Come on.

You better check on him.

Is he all right?

Is he okay?

He's dead.

He can't be dead. He's not dead.

He is.

They're going to put me in jail.

No, I'll protect you.

I'll keep you out of it no matter what.

You do that for me, Mom.

I swear it.

If I have to, I'll come test you.

I love you, Georgine.

I love you too, Mom.

What do we do?

Call the police? No, we cannot call the
police. We can't... What then?

We have to make a plan.

We'll put his body in the car. We'll
drive it near your neighborhood.

We'll leave the body on the street.

And it'll look like it's his mother.

Get in your car and follow me.

We drop this car off at your place and
you take me back to my house.

Okay? You all right?

Do you really believe this will work?

If you stick to the story. But you can't
trip up even the smallest detail. I

know, I know.

Drop me back off at my place and then go
home and go to bed.

Well, shouldn't I call the police and
tell them my husband's missing? No. The

first thing you'll notice when they get
there is that the car engine is still

hot. Of course.

Okay.

In the morning, someone will see the
body and they will call the police.

When they arrive, you tell them that you
got home before your husband and that

you fell asleep while waiting on him.

Just arrived.

It's blood all right.

Blake.

Never figured you for a night owl.

Morning, Blake.

I'm Michael Lasky, LAPD.

Your super called the police said the
tenants were complaining about blood

-curdling screams coming from your
apartment And I got here. Mr. Cassini

your door trying to wake you No one was
home Holy shit, you really outdid

yourself this time, did you?

There's blood on the carpet have your
people run their tests see if it matches

the blood on this I Guess this is where
I read your rights Congratulations,

Blake. I bet you spent your whole life.
Just waiting to fuck up this big

You have the right to a lawyer. Anything
you say may be used against you.

There's a neighbor over there that said
they saw a lady slip in here earlier.

Now, who might that be, Blake? Is that
your dream girl again?

Listen, why don't you come inside and
call your attorney? I don't want a

I will make a statement. No, Blake,
you'd better wait for your lawyer. The

came from my boss at the bank, Bob
Collier.

He approached me tonight about
irregularities in my office.

Money missing.

I'd been drinking and things got very
ugly.

And I did what I did.

And then I dumped the body. What about
the woman? There is no woman.

Just Mrs. Rose over here said she saw a
woman.

Mrs. Rose is seeing things. I acted on
my own.

That's all I have to say.

Well, that's enough for me.

Cuff him.

Tell me her name, Blake.

Maybe there's still enough time so I
could do something to help.

I only hope she was worth it.

He scared the shit out of me.

Oh, my God. Are you all right? I'm all
right.

How'd you make it look real?

I was so worried about you.

By now, Blake ought to be with the
police, insisting that he kill me.

You really believe they're going to buy
this thing without a body? It doesn't

matter. I'll start your investigation
immediately.

Search for the missing body, plan for
the trial. It'll take a month.

They'll buy us all the time that we
need.

Who cares? A few years from now, they
can't convict without a court.

Meanwhile, the investigation into those
missing funds gets put on hold.

Now, the investigation that was going to
indict me, dead man.

You got your plane ticket? Right here.

You sure you don't want to take more of
the money with you?

Five million in cash, the places I'll be
hiding out? No way.

You just keep it safe till I contact
you.

See you in Rio.

In Rio.

Hello, police department.

I believe you have a Martin Blake being
held for the alleged murder of Robert

Collier.

Well, if you send a squad car to the
airport right now, you will find Bob

and well on board in flight 301 to New
York.

Well, you may want to hold him until
tomorrow morning when the bank announces

publicly that their esteemed president
has embezzled $5 million.

You can come out now, Blake.

I'm not giving you my full confession.
What more do you want?

You're free to go.

What?

If you're looking for the lady, forget
it.

She's long gone.

I told you there was no woman. Oh,
Blake.

You can stop covering for her now.

Hey, don't you get it?

She's the reason he's going in and
you're coming out.

You know what a setup is, Blake?

I was the patsy.

Congratulations.

And now he's the patsy, and you're a
free man again.

Can I ask him one thing?

Yeah, sure. Be my guest.

That first night in Atlanta...

Was it Martine or Georgine?

What? Who was it?

Or is Martine really dead?

Still the perfect fool, Blake.

There was no Martine. She's a fantasy
concocted especially for you. You get

Are you absolutely sure about that?

Somebody get this jerk away from me.

Now, Blake, it's time to go.

Hey.

Well, this is just what I was hoping
for.

Happy ending before I fly home.

I'm not so sure happy is the word.

Come on, you got your life back.

The bum that did a number on you is in
stir. Not only that, you made a big time

with this babe. If I'm going to believe
you, she was worth all the crap you've

been through.

Collier says there's only one woman. I'm
not so certain.

One or two or 58. What the hell's the
difference?

Thing is, you've got to start picking
your women up a little more carefully

now on.

Why did she blow the whistle on Collier?

She could have collected the insurance
money, not to mention the money she

already has.

I figured it was... You know, maybe a
last -second inspiration.

She couldn't get you out unless she put
him in.

And I figure that maybe somewhere in
that ice -cold heart of hers, she really

does have a soft spot for you.

Yeah, maybe.

I guess this is where we say goodbye.

Yeah, you gotta start taking care of
yourself.

Like a big bull.

Okay? I hope you make it, Blake.

So long.

and watch the hit parade are you gonna
die without a son i'll die without a son

I was just in the neighborhood, so I
thought I'd stop by.

Come in.

Okay.

That's a long story.

I got plenty of time.

I missed you.

Thank you, sir.

Georgie! Georgie!

Dadder! It's Margie.

It turns out that she really did have a
twin sister.

And that old bartender from the hotel,
he was actually her father.

What a scam.

They got away with a lot of cash that
night.

Got the money, honey?

Five million dollars of it.

Good girl.

So how was your flight?

Oh, it was fine. It just gets easier.

Well, let's have a nice dinner.

Not to worry. We'll just let you die.

Katz came close to catching them, but
he'd never met the girls and failed to

recognize the old man.

Two years later, he called me and said
that they had been picked up by the

Atlanta police.

Katz asked me if I wanted to talk with
her in jail.

I must admit, I was tempted.

But her memory was finally beginning to
fade from my mind.

I thought it best not to gamble with my
destiny anymore.

I feel the rush inside.

There's mushroom in my mind.

All the walls that come down and the
doors that turn

to sand.

I feel the rush inside.

Still you crush me with...

With my hungry eyes,

no spoken word can

describe this high.

Stolen my soul, but now I...

If you're not here, I'll be your

soldier.

I'll be your guide.

Love is worth it if together we're one.

Never we've cried.

You ran away.

You still don't believe.

My love for you knows no

reprieve.

You can't change.