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This woman, to be a lawfully wedded wife.

This is Hammer ran up $840 in room service.

And they want to know who's babe.

Well, it's depending on us.

They get this money into the hands of our people.

You're not much of a threat to the U.S.

of A.

Now, are you?

Where's your wife?

You said you weren't married.

I was supposed to collect the money in secret to

avoid your currency controls and our secret police.

Me had credentials.

He had release papers.

He had forgeries.

They deport me to San Nicole.

And you got prison.

A well,

they do their job.

Certain elements still manage to get in.

War criminals, dope smugglers, diplomats with plastic explosives in their pouches.

You look fabulous.

Your package is ready.

Are you going to be staying with me?

I can't.

It's too risky.

I'll be right back.

But one beautiful young woman, her, they stopped.

Good thing to.

She proved to be more dangerous than all the terrorists and Doper's rolled into one.

At least she was to me.

Morning, brother.

It's Esther, Mr. Hammer.

Well, good morning, Esther.

Welcome.

Thank you.

Listen, Esther, I've had the same secretary for years and her name was Belden.

A million times keep running through here these days,

so it'd be a lot easier if I just called you Belden.

Humor me, okay?

Well, I get paid as a secretary.

Humor's an optional extra.

Okay, five bucks a week more, I call you Belden and you stop trying to poison me.

Deal.

My camera, private investigator.

Kimberg here.

Fred Kinberg.

At the federal lock-up downtown.

Kinberg, that freeloading son of him.

Probably trying to collect a commission on a case.

Hello, Kinberg, I thought I told you not to call me.

Whatever it is, I'm not interested.

Hey, there's a broad down here that says she's your wife.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I guess I could come down there for that.

See, Esther.

That's Belden.

Belden.

Yeah, as soon as I heard, I said no way.

This lady has too much clear to her son, Belden.

You want to know, Fred?

Three different wives and three different boroughs.

That's class.

It's also very expensive.

I'm married, not wisely, but too often.

Yes, she is.

Mike Darling.

Do I know you?

For God's sake, just go along with it.

I'm Mrs. Mike Hammer.

I'm the King of England.

I never expected to run into the real Mike Hammer.

Believe me.

And I never expected to meet the Mrs. Especially since I didn't know I had one.

Where'd you get the name?

In L'Express de San Nicole.

It's a newspaper in French Polynesia.

Oh, come on.

Really?

I always tell the whole truth.

Must be a different Mike Hammer.

No, it's you.

I put it there.

Your picture, too.

I had to rewrite crime stories from the New York

papers just to get some excitement into our paper.

One in particular dealt with a detective named Hammer.

I guess that could be me.

Well, it wasn't the King of England.

In any case, this hammer laid dying in some hospital.

I thought you were finished.

I hope you're not too disappointed.

Not really.

So I took the name.

And put it in a Ford's passport.

I had to.

I've written some controversial articles.

I wanted to come to New York to interview some expatriates from San Nicole.

I knew my own government wouldn't give me a passport in my own name.

Which is?

Marie Riviere.

I hated to abandon it.

My family was among the first colonists on the island 140 years ago.

But it was necessary.

What went wrong?

The police must have tipped the INS.

They had my picture.

And we spotted the forgery, too.

Hi.

Andy Spooner, INS, Southern District.

No?

Okay.

So, uh, we've been a very naughty girl.

Haven't we, Mrs. Hammer?

Or, uh, Mademoiselle Clévier, whichever you prefer.

Call me what you like.

Just do it outside this place.

Yeah, well, that is why I'm here.

We haven't met.

I'm Mr. Riviere.

So, uh, Marie, if you'll follow me, I have some release papers for you to sign.

Release?

Mm-hmm.

You see, you're not much of a threat to the U.S.

of A, now are you?

We're letting you go until your hearing comes up.

But, of course, you'd rather stay here.

Sorry to have troubled you, Mike.

I knew it would never last.

I dreamed of you, you know.

We didn't even have a honeymoon.

Wrong boy?

I'd have it when the Super Bowl, the Dodgers left Brooklyn.

We heard you got married.

False alarm.

That's a relief.

Just the thought of a woman who'd play her truth to you sends shibbles down my spine.

What spine?

We bought you a present.

Sorry, you got up to return it.

We can't return it.

Mike, it's underwear.

Larry?

Don't look at me.

I don't mind a bikini underwear, but the little pistols on the forgettable chamber.

They're yours.

By near from the first moment we met, we were going to be very close.

Who would imagine we'd both be reaching for the last

bottle of decent scotch in the whole liquor store?

Didn't that something?

Cheers.

Mine's delicious.

Let me taste yours.

That's not the good we want.

Hey, pal, find your own date.

Where's your wife?

You said you weren't married.

Shut up!

French brought.

She ditched us.

Where is she?

Try Paris.

I made a note to get rid of my welcome mat.

And I came to realize one thing.

Even though I didn't want the former Mrs. Hammer, somebody else did, I thought I'd

better have a chat with Kinberg at the INS.

So you don't know where she is?

No, but we sure would like to.

The lady is supposed to be right where we left and locked up in the pokey.

Come on, Fred.

What about your guy Spooner?

I checked with INS in Washington.

He doesn't exist.

What do you mean he doesn't exist?

I saw him.

He had credentials.

He had release papers.

He had forgeries and they were good ones too.

So who is this guy and why did he want a sprung?

I don't know.

Maybe you better find out.

My bosses are going to be asking about you.

There's a problem with that friend.

She's not my bride.

Oh, Manhattan Ashford Hotel call.

Yeah?

They find my hat?

What's that?

Last time I was there, the cloak room lost my hat in 1971.

No hat, but they found your wife.

Oh yeah?

Mrs. Hammer ran up $840 in room service and they won an old spade.

Coffee's getting better, isn't it?

Belda.

No Belda's coffee was better than this.

I'll see it.

The hotel Ashford didn't have my hat, and they also didn't have Marie.

She'd checked out.

I slipped a clerk $10 for a list of her phone calls.

Now I only owe them $830.

But it seemed that Mrs. Hammer had made a lot

of phone calls to a guy named Jack Benton.

Maybe he could clear up a few things for me.

For his fortune?

Yes.

As your father.

As well as can be expected under the circumstances.

Well, we've got to do something to change those circumstances.

We will, if you have the money.

$175,000 in untraceable bills.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Yes, but I'd trade it for the poor sunset on Santa Col in an instant.

Thank you.

Me to try it.

Benton?

Yes, it's Benton.

Turn around, Mike.

Slowly, please.

Don't tell me you've changed it to your name was you.

Put your gun on the table.

Carefully.

We have a nasty kind of wild boar on Santa Col.

I've killed my share.

I'll bet you have.

You mind telling me what's going on here?

I didn't tell you the whole truth before.

All I can say is I have work to do and I don't have time for your police.

Well, you better find some time for me, sweetheart,

because sooner or later I'm going to find out.

It'll have to be later, Mike.

Your car keys.

You're going to have to fill the tank.

It's empty.

Unlet it.

Regular.

You're a regular guy, Mike.

Don't worry.

Shall we wait for the police, sir?

Might as well.

Can't dance.

The cops had two corpses, but only one gun.

Mine.

And only one suspect.

Me.

The butler said I did it.

Barrington didn't appreciate the irony.

You know, I'm under enormous pressure from the new district prosecutor.

I have to file charges.

What do you mean you got to file charges?

I'm telling you the guy had to drop on me.

Would you excuse me?

I've got to go to the John.

You know I'm telling the truth.

Relax, Mike.

We got an idea on the guy you popped.

It's Boris Wilson.

Fresh out of raw way.

Robber you sawed.

Nothing special.

Yeah, just a garden variety hood from the garden state.

I am not taking the wrap with this patent.

I know.

That would help if you could describe the guy with the machine gun.

It looked like the same Polynesian pineapple that got the jump on me with Wilson.

Okay.

I'm not going to cut your arrest warrant till tomorrow.

Here's what I want you to do.

Stay away from your office.

Stay away from your place too.

I can only stand still so long.

Thanks, man.

Save you, thanks.

Without Mrs. Hammer to testify, you could spend the

rest of your life in a little room with big bars.

I'm way ahead of you, believe me.

It looked like the only chance I had of staying out

of prison would be with the help of Marie Riviere.

Unfortunately, I didn't have any idea where she was.

And the only clue I had was where she came from.

So the first place I looked for her was the public library.

The island of San Nicole was easy enough to find.

Turn right at Tahiti and follow the Albatross.

And film strips of Marie's local newspaper gave me some useful information.

The America's San Nicole French Association was having a fundraiser.

And it was today.

And since Marie had come to New York to interview

ex-patriots, had seemed like the best place to find her.

A guy named Paul Annette was the chairman of the association.

They usually held their gigs at his park avenue headquarters.

Annette came out of the automobile business, which would

account for the room full of sleek bodies and racing motors.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

What are you going to do?

Still Annette?

Yeah.

My name is Mike Hammer.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm looking for Marie Riviere.

Oh, yeah.

She... I just did an interview with her a minute ago.

But, uh... Bimi.

Here's her second.

Have you seen Marie around?

Oh, sure.

She's over there dancing.

Listen, Paul.

I do hope we've lost that bar Chindoor this summer.

This is my twin sister calling me Bloody Mary.

Yeah, that's all been taken care of.

This is Mr. Hammer.

Hello?

Hello.

I'm just saying that Napoleon is really not a throw party.

Yeah.

I'm American.

Yeah, my family left the island four generations ago.

I've never even seen a place.

Yeah, I don't really care for the sun.

I don't care for the sea.

I don't like waking up in the morning because little sand crabs crawl around my toes.

I know what you mean.

They're worse places you can get them now.

Yeah, they're right.

Hey, you want to see a real beaut?

Sure.

Yes, she is.

Yeah, it's a Lynette GT prototype.

Things got the heart of a Honda.

It's got the sole Ferrari and it's cheap.

Hello, sweetheart.

Remember me?

Mike, let's go with me.

Darling, we haven't had our dance yet.

Thanks, Hammer.

We'll take you from here.

Marie would be here.

You're under arrest.

What?

Well, let's go.

You don't know what you've done.

She's a material witness, Pat.

Don't they don't?

She's got a testify for me?

Yes.

I tried to get a hold on her, but it takes time.

You know what it's like in Washington?

Yeah, the people in Washington know what it's like in Sing Sing.

More and more every day.

There's got to be some way I can keep Marie in the country.

Well... there is.

What's so funny?

Well, goodbye, Mr. Vere.

Give a visit sometime legally.

You haven't seen the last of me.

You're kidding.

Are we ready?

Do you, Michael, Hammer?

Okay, wait a minute.

Let's just forget the whole thing.

I'll take the fall.

Calm down, Hammer.

I want this to be a beautiful experience for the both of you.

Mike.

Look, you have no choice here.

It's not like you have to bear her children.

All right, let's just get it over with.

All right.

Thank you.

Do you, Mike Hammer, take this woman to be a lawfully

wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health.

From this day forward, till death do you part.

Yeah, sure, why not?

Mike, you got to see I do.

I do?

You do.

I do.

Do you, Marie, collect your hair.

Take this lug to be a lawfully wedded husband.

Till he comes home, stinking of cheap booze and cheaper flusies.

All right, Larry, that's it.

Down, Hammer.

I went to a lot of trouble to make myself justice of the peace pro tempore.

And I'm going to enjoy it.

Sure.

Moving right along.

Do you take this man to be a lawfully wedded husband, so on and so forth,

to death do you part.

Do I have a choice?

I can still deploy to, if you want.

I do.

If anyone here can show just cause why these two should not be married,

let him speak now.

And please, one at a time, and make it short.

I owe you a 20.

Who's got the ring?

Come on, it's going so beautifully.

All right, come on.

Only Hammer.

You got it?

You got it.

By the power vested in me, this is so great.

By the state of New York.

I happily pronounce you husband and wife.

Oh, congratulations, Mikey.

Go on, Hammer.

Kiss the bride.

Come on, you never had trouble kissing a married woman before.

Hammer, not here.

Hey.

A little to the right place.

All right, sweetheart, let's try it again.

What are you doing in this country?

Now, I know what has something to do with the money they found on Jack Benton's body.

All right, Mike.

Perhaps I didn't tell you all the truth before.

The money was for my sixth father.

You expect me to believe that?

That's almost as lame as saying you're a journalist.

You're doing interviews.

This time it's the truth.

Okay, they're gonna play it this way.

Shower is over.

I'm telling you, he's very ill.

Santa Claus is very poor.

We have no modern hospitals.

I mean, just do nothing but open the banks.

I'm listening.

All our best people have emigrated.

They'll pull in that and others in the Napoleon descent have opened their hearts.

And their wallets.

To help their homeland.

I was supposed to collect the money in secret to

avoid your currency controls and our secret police.

That's it?

People are getting punched full of holes because you're passing the hat?

It's a big hat.

But I don't believe you.

I don't believe what you like, Mike.

I'll always tell you the truth.

Oh, yeah?

What about the other man when you grab my car?

What were you doing at Rockaway?

I was in Manhattan and the rest is none of your business.

The gasps are secret.

See, I told you.

This time may be.

Just make sure you do it next third day when

you testify in that hearing about my shooting.

Somebody's at the door.

Shall we go together?

You're champagne, sir.

Oh, thanks.

Here you go.

Oh, no, no, no.

Couple minutes of the management.

Oh, really?

Well, here.

This is for you.

Nillyweds!

Creep.

Bull.

Oh.

I wish they'd make a shower curtain that sits.

I want a drink with you.

Who said we were going to drink?

Well, then what are you going to do with it?

Let's be patient.

I want you to relax.

I am not letting you go.

I've got a date.

I guess this means the honeymoon is over?

The captain changes.

A couple of hours of this ought to soften you up.

You shouldn't worry about a thing.

Enjoy.

You can't leave me here like this.

Oh, yeah?

Just watch me.

Should let you rot in some cell.

Our first fight.

Pat wanted me to meet him at the light and easy.

I figured it was about the people who were out to get Marie.

It turned out it was about some people who were out to get me.

There he is!

Mike, tell me it isn't true.

I wish I could, sweetheart.

Hey now!

I'm going to get you for this.

No, it was Baronen's idea.

Would you catch up with the guy from the airport?

Are you kidding?

In that crowd, he just slipped away.

That girl is a magnet for let.

Where have you got his stash, Thomas?

She should be in protective custody.

She'd be safer in a lion's cage than with you, Larry.

Listen, whoever wants her is proven already that

they can reach inside even the tightest security.

You saying we're incompetent?

That's just the word I was looking for.

Can you give me a hand here, please?

Sure.

Listen to me, Hammer.

Hey, there's the reverb, the air is turning into quite a little package.

I mean, she's not just a journalist.

She's an enemy of the state.

Back home at Santa Cola, her bod is in prison.

Her friends are in prison.

A pet goldfish is probably in a little bowl with tiny little bars.

She'll drag you down with her, Hammer.

Wait a second, I want to make this point here.

Yeah.

Break her in now.

Up to now you've only bent the Lord.

Don't break it.

Speaking of bending the law, Larry, how would it be if the special prosecutor

was found in a joint that's unlicensed for Topless Entertainment?

Jenny!

Oh, that's great, Doc.

Go and get it.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Wait, I want to see her take off the sunflower.

It doesn't come on.

You're kidding me.

Later, Doc.

Jenny!

Wasn't that fun, huh, Mike?

Pat, it was buried there right above Marie.

Is her father really in prison?

I saw the file, didn't she tell you?

No.

But she didn't tell you the truth.

Hey, she always tells me the truth, just not all of it at once.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Oh!

I don't believe it!

Hi!

Hi, Pat!

I didn't think you were coming back till next week!

Well, neither did I, but I had an unexpected change in plan.

Why didn't you call?

I wouldn't surprise you.

Hey, we've had enough surprises for one day.

So when are you going back to work?

Well, Jean-Claude doesn't think I should right away.

Jean-Claude, who's Jean-Claude?

My fiance.

You're engaged?

Yes, as of last night.

It's all like an epidemic.

Well, he's a great guy.

You're going to love me.

Where is he?

He's just outside.

Jean-Claude!

Don't be bashful.

I'd like you to meet my boss, Mike Hammer.

Hello.

And my friend, Pat Chambers.

How are you?

Hello.

You're not from Sanico, are you?

No, no, no, good over.

Well, I guess that's okay.

So, uh, what do you do?

He plays tennis professionally.

Tennis, you any good?

Let's go.

Why do you think I'm not coming back to work?

Where'd you meet?

In San Remo.

He was playing a tennis tournament.

I took one look at those legs, and here I am.

I played like thunder and lightning that day.

I made Jimmy Conner's week.

It was a five-set mouth.

It came down to an 18-point type name.

First it was 7-7, then 8-7, then 8-8.

And suddenly Conner's gets lucky.

He hits an ace and has me at match point.

Can you believe that?

Me at match points?

Sounds like a perfect match.

It is.

It was.

Tomorrow we fly to Eel.

At they lend them all.

Tomorrow?

Well, we better talk.

Excuse us?

Hey, I play tennis.

No, I got a fact.

I don't believe this.

You know, I really miss you.

I miss you, too.

Yeah, I don't tend to agree with you.

You look great.

Thanks.

I'm very happy for you, though.

I know love means a lot to you, but you know what love means in tennis.

Now, if this guy ever gives you any trouble.

I know.

You'll backhand his head over the net.

Well, I wasn't going to put it exactly like that, but...

Don't worry.

He's been very good to me.

Well, that's all I care about.

Mike, I don't know when we'll see each other again.

Hey, come on out.

Wherever you go, we're together.

Don't forget that.

You brought me a line from Rio.

Yeah, between matches.

I'm Nick on us, says... Equids!

Nice to meet you.

I play.

Okay, take care of her.

Congratulations.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Listen, when I get back, we'll play.

All right, okay.

How do you play tennis?

Did you tell her you got married?

I forgot.

I wasn't going to be happy.

Can't be happy.

Can't be happy now.

Can't be happy now.

Oh, good luck, Mike.

Mike.

Mike.

Hey, if it doesn't work out, give me a call.

I'm in the phone book under erotic...

Oh, no, wait, they wouldn't let me...

Exotic!

That's it.

Oh, heck, forget it.

I'll call you...

Bye, Mike.

I give it about six months.

How am I out of here, too?

I like this, Larry.

You just go... I cut it out.

I'm serious.

It reminds me it's my wedding night.

I gotta get out of here.

Hi.

Like it?

Yeah.

How'd you get out of the cuffs?

The fruit basket.

You'd be amazed what a woman can do with a jar of orange marmalade.

I'm sure I would be.

Did you know you can get a $600 wardrobe from room service with no money?

I'm surprised you didn't have them send up a Ferrari.

So, well, once you get out of the cuffs, why didn't you get out of here?

Because then we couldn't make a deal.

I don't make deals.

Oh, you'll make this one, or I'll renounce our marriage.

It's unconsimated, and it's going to stay that way.

They deport me to San Nicole, and you go to prison.

Well, you may be going to prison in San Nicole's with her.

That shouldn't be too bad.

You could always get a cell next to your father.

So you know.

Good.

It proves you're the hot detective I read about in that article.

My father's in prison for what he believes.

Is that why you're collecting all this money to buy his way out?

Oh, I wish that I could.

The whole damn island is in jail.

No, Mike.

The money goes to topple the existing government.

And I thought you were the peace-loving type.

We're not buying guns or votes.

We're not assassins.

We're just trying to grab the bottom wrong of the ladder and pull ourselves up.

There's an election next year, and we're going to win it.

But first I need your help.

And I need yours.

So we work together.

We work together.

Now there were partners.

The first thing we do is take all these clothes.

And send them back.

But darling, it's my true soul.

Take a look at this.

You know what this is, Neil?

This is the only view your friends are going to have.

Lynette GTs leaves them in the dust.

Hello.

Hey, Pat.

You tracked us down, huh?

Hold on a second.

I said we were partners.

I didn't say I trusted you.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

You're kidding.

Yeah, I got it.

Thanks.

Something's happened?

He tried to kill Paul Lynette.

Oh, my God.

He's all right.

They're just picking some glass out of his hair.

Looks like somebody's trying to cut down the

membership list of the Save San Nicole Fund.

How can they, Mike?

No one knows who all is on it, even Paul.

Just me.

What about the rest of the friendship association?

We kept it apart from the association, isolated

to keep just this sort of thing from happening.

Well, it is happening.

How many people were in on this?

Just eight, including me.

Has anybody been following you around lately?

Besides you?

Just that INS man, that Spooner.

Spooner?

That phony guy who got you out of detention?

I thought he was working for you.

Oh, my God.

He followed me the night I met Mimi.

That's it.

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Get dressed.

I remembered meeting Mimi to a Tagaloa at Paul Lynette's party.

I was amazed I could pronounce it.

She was the one they called Bloody Mary.

And I realized that we didn't get to her fast.

She might live up to her nickname.

They had you tailed from the moment you arrived.

Every time you had a secret meeting with one

of your supporters, it was their death warrant.

Then they saw me with Paul at the airport.

Why did they wait to go after him and Mimi?

He's waiting for the time was right.

We located Mimi in Long Island, doing a little stick and ball with a polo pony.

I learned that polo was the San Nicolean National Sport, next to assassination.

We're here.

Mimi!

I thought I'd died in Gonda, Kentucky.

I'd nailed Spooner, but his pineapple hitman had gotten away.

Unfortunately, so had Marie.

He was on to his side by if I could keep everything from him.

Nice.

Oh, Mike, you look terrible.

Yeah, I'm better than my trench coat.

It was like see Biscuit slept on it.

So where's the girl?

Which one?

Mimi to a what's her face?

She's in protective custody.

Where your witness should be, if he would have let me hold her.

Marie, we've got to find her.

No lie, Baron, it's cutting you out.

The rest weren't right now.

I can't sit at this rhythm.

I'm going to need the girl.

This Spooner?

Well, whatever his name is.

Hold on a second.

You better take a look at this guy.

Sure, he's in a hurry.

You want to be careful of that hand sport.

He ain't attached to much.

Look at this.

It's too small of detail about the faking.

Find out who it belongs to.

Maybe we can find out who he was working for.

Yeah, the alumni office will be closed.

I don't have to wait till tomorrow.

But...

Mike, don't worry.

Smart girl.

She'll stay with another San Nicklin.

Someone she can trust.

Maybe like LaMette.

She were really smart.

She wouldn't trust anybody but herself.

I don't see any other way.

But bringing our supporters together all in the same place.

Two of us are already dead.

It's like painting balls eyes on us all.

Yeah, we just have to be careful.

And we've got to stop thinking about saving ourselves.

They're depending on us to get this money into the hands of our people.

Okay?

So we just have to do it quick and clean.

You're right.

I'll make the calls.

Once again I had to find Marie.

This time the only thing I had to go on was a dead man who

called himself Spooner but a war or ring with the initials APH.

Nice to be there.

Hi.

Listen, get this to a dry cleaner, will you?

Everything all right, Mike?

Not really, but thanks for asking.

See you, Mike.

Bye, Esther.

Jonny, Mike Hammer.

Listen, you went to Columbia, didn't you?

What year?

Jonny, I already know how old you are.

I'm a detective, remember?

Yeah, I want you to check the yearbook for a guy whose initials were APH.

I think he was a senior.

Thanks.

Yeah?

Jonny, you are terrific.

You'll always be 22 in my heart.

No, not number 22.

Thanks.

Ted, Hammer.

Listen, sacrifice aversion to the God of the Data Bank

and look up a guy whose name is Arnold Philip Handlesman.

Yeah.

He works for who?

Thanks, Ted.

Pass chambers, please, on the double.

If Pat was right, Marie was at Paul Lynette's joint.

And if I was right, that's the last place she should have gone.

No one knows where Mimi is, or if they do, they're not saying.

Well, at least we know she's alive.

Yes.

Thank God.

This is everyone, then.

This isn't the way the operation was supposed to work.

Don't you think I know that?

I mean, we all want to help St. Nicole's our country, too.

But we were just going to give you the money.

Our names were never to be known to anyone else.

Not even to each other.

Maybe you would have rather waited to be discovered than knocked off one by one.

Give us a break, Lynette.

Of course not.

Right.

Because it's going to be a lot more convenient.

Take you all out at once.

Now.

You lying bastard.

You call me a liar?

That's a big laugh.

It's a big laugh, Marie.

Why don't you pry the dough out of this hot little revolutionary hands of yours?

Because I got to cover myself on this deal.

You faked the attack on yourself, too, didn't you?

Yeah, sure.

But this is real.

Now, you got a little van waiting outside.

Everybody's going to get in it.

And if we don't...

And you're going to bleed all over your friends when they carry you in.

I got stuck with this piece of swamp land in Long Island.

I'm going to fill it in with you.

Probably the worst investment I ever made.

You should have written that off your taxes while you could.

Mike?

Okay, you're hearing set for next week, right?

By the way, Baronin said that he found a way to get your money to send a call.

Legally?

Well, sort of quasi-legally, he said.

Well, he's a quasi-kind of guy, sort of like quasi-modo.

Mike, run it down to me again.

What about Spooner?

Actually, was Arnold Philip Handel.

Uh, worked for one of Lynette's companies.

Right.

They were going to put Lynette's cars together on San Nicole.

It's the middle of the ocean, halfway to everywhere.

All the government had to do was to keep supplying cheap labor.

And all Lynette had to do was keep the government

in power by a sandbag in the opposition.

Me, my father, our entire organization.

Could have been big time.

You know, I wouldn't mind buying one of these things myself.

Not me, the brakes don't work.

Well, I got ahead to you.

When I got you on the stand, you did a great job.

It's just a matter of telling the truth.

I bet it's the first time a judge who produced Mr. Murder

Charge and dissolved a marriage at the same time.

It couldn't happen on San Nicole.

No winner.

He doesn't pay the judge extra to dismiss the murder charge.

So what now?

My plane leaves in an hour.

Would you ask him for trouble?

I mean, I didn't think he got too many friends in the government down there.

Even they don't hear a restaurant or lease.

I'll be safe.

You got somebody meeting you?

Probably just my husband.

You're what?

It's okay, Mike.

You weren't the biggest I was.

And Albert, you'd like him.

Well, I like his taste.

He's probably sick to death of babysitting the children.

Children?

How many?

Four.

Is that the truth?

Maybe not the whole truth.

Well, it was nice meeting you.

And it was nice marrying you.

When I got back to the office, I discovered that Marie

had sent me a magnum of champagne and a dozen roses.

Later I got the bill, charged to me and signed with all my love, Mrs. My Camera.

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