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i'll be just a minute

Miss me?

I'm so hot.

Wait, wait.

I'm hungry.

you

Thank you, Audrey.

So I thought we'd go see some Shakespeare on Thursday night.

Those plays are long, you know.

Henry IV.

Very funny stuff.

Shakespeare was in his Neil Simon phase.

Thursday will be fine.

I'm going to get ready.

Harvey, you shouldn't do that. It's my job.

I don't mind, Audrey. And please, call me Tracy.

We can't have the future Mrs. Cassidy doing dishes.

Richard hasn't even mentioned marriage.

He will.

Trust me. You're everything he needs.

Thank you, Audrey.

Oh, I've got to get to the market. I'll get to these later.

Tell Dr. Cassidy his great pinstripe is laid out on the bed.

He'll walk right by it without seeing it, see if he doesn't.

I can't be late, Tracy.

Yes, I know.

Big meeting.

Very important stuff.

I'm sure you all have very exciting things to say to each other.

Student-to-professor ratios, curriculum proposals, declining SAT scores.

Tracy.

Can't be late.

I'm sorry. You scared me.

Can I help you?

Just this.

All right.

947, please.

Ever been to Vegas?

No, I'm afraid not.

53 cents is your change.

You don't like to gamble?

No.

It's good.

Because if you gamble, you usually lose.

Hi, Neely. Hi, how you doing?

Good.

All right, so where's my little girl, huh?

Brushing her teeth, hopefully.

So, I don't think she should be hungry, but if she is, I have some snacks,

apples, popcorn.

Okay, no problem. I know where the refrigerator is. Don't worry. Just go

out and have a good time, okay? We'll be fine. Okay, she's had a bath, too. Okay,

perfect. Hey, there. Hi, Neely.

Oh, okay.

Sit down. How you doing?

I'm fine. Good. So what's happening tonight?

Uh... Mom's going to see our play by Shakespeare with Dr.

Cassidy. Oh, Shakespeare, hmm?

Well, you didn't tell me that.

It's going to be a late night tonight, is that all right?

It's fine with me.

Thank you so much. You're such a lifesaver.

Oh, no problem. I love having a part-time daughter, huh?

Will Dr.

Cassidy have another present for me? I'm sure he's going to have something very

wonderful just for you. I'm sure.

You be good. You sleep tight. Okay. Okay. Bye-bye.

Well, now, so what are we going to do first?

Chess. Chess?

Okay, great. I get to be humiliated again?

Let's get to this one first, okay?

Can I get you something to drink?

No.

Warm enough? Do you like my jacket?

I'm fine.

I'll tell you how beautiful you are tonight.

No.

So are you mad that I made you come?

No, not at all.

It's not as bad as I thought. It's a good production.

I like the actor Falstaff. He's very funny.

Yeah, I think this guy really has a good feel for it.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Sure, I... I just thought of something I had to do.

You know, um... I'm feeling a little tired.

Would you mind if we went home and we skipped the rest of the play? Sure.

Enjoying the play?

Yeah.

Yes, um... I'm sorry.

I don't know your name.

Mancini.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Mancini. I'm Dr. Richard Cassidy. My pleasure, Dr.

Cassidy.

You know, I think this is probably my favorite Shakespeare.

Is that right?

Yeah.

I mean, here is this big shot, Falstaff, plans this big heist, and what happens?

Some other criminals who really know what they are doing, I mean pros, they

go after the amateurs and teach them a lesson they will never forget.

Forgive me, what's your point?

The moral of the story being, don't you ever fuck with bad guys.

Nice to meet you, Doctor.

Who the hell was that?

He came into the bookstore a couple of days ago.

And you have no idea who he is?

No.

Look, if he bothers you again, you tell me, and I'll make sure that he's...

Please, would you take me home, Richard?

Yes, of course.

Oh, let me buy Jenna a souvenir first. I don't want to disappoint her.

All right.

Hey, you're home early.

Yeah.

Where's Jana?

Asleep.

Sometimes, I wish that Jana had a father or somebody to protect her.

You know?

Come on, Tracy, look. You can take care of that little girl like no mother I've

ever seen.

And besides, what's the future wife of the next college president have to worry

about?

Yeah, well... It's hard for me to trust men.

Like Jana's father.

I'm sorry I forgot. You don't want to talk about the mystery man.

It's all right.

What are friends for unless they're asking you questions you don't want to

answer?

And?

I still don't want to answer it.

I had a child once.

I was 15 years old.

I gave him up for adoption.

I couldn't even take care of myself, let alone a child.

I knew if I really loved him, I had to let him go.

I am so sorry.

And I never told anyone.

Why not?

I don't know. I guess I thought if you just don't think about it, it'll go

away.

But the truth never goes away.

Does it?

Excuse me, sir.

It's past closing. I'm sorry, but I really have to close up. Can you bring

your books up front?

Thank you very much. Have a good day

Where's

your mommy?

I don't know but she said We should wait by the front door.

Hello, Jana.

What's your little friend's name?

Natasha. Shh, Natasha.

What a pretty name, and you're both such pretty girls.

It's too bad you can stay that way forever.

Isn't it?

Who are you?

I'm a friend of your mother's, Jana.

She said she was going to be late and I should take you home.

We're not supposed to talk to strangers.

But how could I be a stranger if I am a friend of your mother's?

What do you want?

Just a friendly warning.

You stay away from my little girl.

Be a good girl now.

You okay?

Yes. You okay?

Yeah. Okay.

You understand what Mommy said?

Yes.

And you know how much I love you.

Does my mommy have something important to do?

Yes, darling, she does, but we're going to have fun and Aunt Neely's going to

take care of you, okay?

Okay. All right, let's go.

I wish you'd let me help you.

You are.

I don't mean driving you to the airport.

I don't understand why you can't at least tell me where you're going.

How I can reach you.

Tell me what's going on, please.

I can't.

You're just going to have to trust me.

Kelly, you have a date with Morgan.

He's 45, here for the dentist convention.

Ariel?

His name's Scott. He says he's 42, but I make that more like 62.

He owns a small advertising agency in Atlanta, and he's a real pussycat, so

please be gentle.

Leslie, you know me.

I'll be gentle.

Hi. Hi.

Looking for Leslie?

Yeah. Right over there.

Bye-bye.

Good Lord.

Hello, Leslie.

Oh, darling.

I have missed you so much.

I missed you, too.

I don't have another friend like you.

It hasn't been the same without you.

I'm sure it's been much quieter.

Well, there is still a warrant out for you.

Yeah.

That's no surprise.

Why didn't you tell me something?

I could have helped you.

I figured if you didn't know anything, they couldn't come after you.

This town gets bigger every day.

Listen, there's this private detective I met a couple of months ago.

New boyfriend?

Are you kidding?

No, I helped him locate a certain missing party.

A very lucrative piece of business for him.

It's good seeing you again.

Come on.

Let's give him a call.

Leaving. My life without you will never be the same.

Darling, you misunderstand. I have to leave.

I'm fighting.

Hello?

Hi, Neely.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine. Jana's right here in bed asleep with her teddy bear.

The door's locked. I've got my baseball bat.

And this motel has 55 channels. We're ready for anything.

Thanks, Neely.

I'll see you as soon as I can.

Okay, listen. Take care, all right?

I'll talk to you soon.

I will always love you.

Always? Always.

Hi, Clay.

Hello, Leslie.

Thanks for getting here so quickly.

I'd like you to meet someone.

Beer? Please. Thank you.

Kristen?

Clay Mora.

Kristen Winter.

Don't I know you?

I remember I don't like you.

You two know one another?

A little.

Little goes a long way.

Wait a minute. What's going on here?

Actually, I don't think I want to know. Whatever it is, it's ancient business.

Okay?

Clay, I don't trust anyone but you to handle this.

And you don't really have a choice.

And neither do you.

You owe me big time, and you know it.

All right.

Shoot.

I've been living in Pennsylvania for the last year and a half under an assumed

identity.

Yeah. Imagine you kept your previous occupation to yourself.

A couple of days ago, this guy showed up. He said his name was Mancini.

I didn't think he had the very best of intentions.

Go on.

I think he was sent to kidnap my daughter.

Wait. Your daughter?

Kristen got into a custody fight over her daughter, Jan.

You married?

No, it was actually a client of Kristen's.

An architect named Ernst Henninger.

The court awarded the father custody.

Oh, great.

Kidnapping the child?

She was mine.

Yeah, well, let me guess.

You used this guy, Henninger, to get pregnant. Didn't tell him you had the

child.

Except you found out. Clay, I didn't get you here to offer Kristen divine

absolution.

Mm-hmm.

You're up.

I'm sorry.

All right? None of my business.

In fact, this whole thing, none of my business.

I don't care what you think of me.

I don't care what happens to me.

But no one is gonna touch my little girl.

Where's Jonna now?

She's in Florida with a friend of mine.

No one else knows.

Doesn't mean shit.

This guy Mancini found you in Pennsylvania.

You can certainly find her in Florida.

Just talk to Henninger.

Arrange a meeting so I won't be arrested as soon as I walk in the door.

Wait a minute.

Is that it?

That's all you want? You just want me to find this guy Henninger, arrange a

meeting? That's all we want.

I can manage that.

Thanks for the beer.

Give him a chance.

What else can I do?

Welcome to Vegas.

Hello, Leslie here.

Hi, Leslie. It's me.

Hello, Noel.

How have you been?

I finally got back to town.

Good. Big deal came through.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Noelle, I, um... How would you like to cheer up an old friend?

Not that dumb bitch again. No, I have a delightful surprise for you.

Did you get some rest?

Listen, Krista.

I know this might sound a little out of place, but I need a big favor.

Oh, Leslie, I'd do anything for you.

There's this client in town that I've... Leslie, that I can't.

It's Noel.

My Noel?

Mm-hmm.

Called and asked for you.

He always does.

Still, Leslie, I've put all that behind me.

Oh, of course you have.

Just have dinner with him.

Leslie? Oh, hi, Shemeiko.

This is one of my new girls.

She is very promising.

Hi. Hi.

Where on earth did you find that outfit?

You don't like it?

Listen, Kristen was going to get a few new things to wear. Why don't you go

along and pick out a couple of outfits?

Yeah, great.

Come on, let's go.

Before I change my mind.

This thing is so complicated.

Come on.

Let me show you.

Hey, Kristen.

What was it like, your first time?

I sat in the hotel lobby for an hour trying to make up my mind.

Then I spent most of the evening drinking champagne while a handsome man

told me all about 19th century romantic poetry.

I almost felt guilty for taking his money.

Thank you.

These men, they can get sex anywhere.

And most of them are married.

They call Leslie because they want to spend the evening with a beautiful woman

who's intelligent and charming.

Take you to dinner.

Maybe to a show.

And yes, in the end, they're there to indulge in a little fantasy.

You need to look at yourself like a work of art.

Men are there to admire you.

Treat them like they're fascinating.

You'll have them eating out of the palm of your hand.

Come on.

I insist.

Oh, no, no. I couldn't. It's much too extravagant. Listen, I've been carrying

this damn thing around for over a year and a half. Come on.

You must have it.

You always did spoil me.

Oh, it looks really beautiful.

That's... Love you.

Thank you.

I've missed you, you know.

Why were you so unavailable for so long?

Hmm? You never even said goodbye.

I thought I'd lost you forever. Why?

I'm sorry, Nolan.

People change.

You know tonight is just dinner.

What?

What?

Okay, take it off. Come on, get it off. Put it in the box. In the box.

I know.

If there's ever anything I can do for you, you let me know.

This damn road.

In this damn road, things always fall on the one who

needs it the most.

Because the flowers cry because they enter your garden.

Because the flowers want you to look like you.

Right back.

Hello, Mr. Mora.

Hello.

A little out of your element, don't you think?

Yeah.

Not my regular turf, but you know that.

Just came by to tell you Henninger's out of town.

He's in Hamburg.

I'll get word to him.

Good.

So, Kristen... Should I call you Kristen tonight?

Or Francesca.

Or maybe Gigi.

It's Charlotte.

I think it has a nice ring, don't you?

Well, I have to get back to my date.

Date?

You have a problem?

Actually, yeah.

I got a problem.

I got a big problem with someone that comes into my town.

hires me to protect her daughter from a killer, and the very first thing she

does is go out and fuck some rich weirdo for a miserable thousand bucks. Now,

other than that, I don't got a problem.

Good.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Mora.

First of all, I didn't hire you.

And second, I don't just fuck anybody.

I happen to know this man very well. And third, it's $2,000.

And I'm worth every penny.

Don't you think?

Let's go.

Where to?

Will you get no argument from me?

Lovely.

Oh, yeah.

I've got a surprise for you.

What? What?

Just wait.

She is my surprise to you.

Hello. Hi.

And what's your name?

Shimenko.

Ooh, I like that name.

I have to go.

What? I have to go. Oh, but it's just getting interesting.

Bye, sweet.

Bye.

Take care of her.

Treat her well.

You're far too beautiful.

Little girls shouldn't play games with their grown-ups.

They might get hurt.

What are you gonna do with that?

Shut up!

You gonna fuck me?

Huh? Come on.

Let's get it over with. Do it!

You're not my type.

I prefer them younger.

You pig.

Time is running out for you and your daughter.

I don't know how Mancini found me.

Maybe he was just looking for a call girl.

What's your problem, Clay?

I guess I don't like the way she earns a living.

What's wrong with it?

It's a business, just like any other.

Oh, no.

No, that's where you're wrong.

Because every time you sell yourself,

You sell one more little piece of your humanity, and you know when you realize

that? When you've sold off that last little piece of yourself.

Lay.

Henninger's flying in from Hamburg tomorrow.

I'll take you to see him.

After that, get somebody else to fetch for you.

You have the specs.

Get rid of this garbage.

Yes, come in. It's open.

Seeking a Zetz bedding. So forth.

Ernest Henninger?

Yeah. My name's Clay Mora. Private investigator.

Look, Mr. Mora, I had a long flight. I'm not in a good mood.

What do you want?

I have a client I'd like to speak with you. Yeah.

But who is this client?

Kristen Winner.

Kristen?

Where is she?

I would very much like to speak to her.

You're in luck. She wants to speak with you.

When?

How about now?

Well, she's in there hey don't do anything stupid

Hello,

Kristen

You

all

right

Yeah. Was it child?

Ernst, I want us to reach some sort of compromise.

Compromise? The thing you did, Christian, was not fair.

Not right.

Not the family, man.

He knew this.

But when I saw her, I could see my mother's eyes.

My father smiled.

I could see all the things that were mine.

But she's not just yours.

Now, I want you to call Mancini off.

He scares me, and I'm afraid he's gonna hurt Jonna.

I don't know a Mancini.

Nor have I sent anyone after you.

You didn't hire him.

Of course not.

I would never hurt you as a child.

Where is Jen?

Is she all right?

She's fine.

I want to see her.

Maybe.

Kristen.

If I can help.

So, is he gonna call Mancini off?

He's never even heard of him.

Why would I lie to you?

I don't know.

You want to tell me?

You're running some kind of scam.

I am not.

And I don't want any part of it.

Who is scamming who?

Look at you.

Private dick, swimming with the lowlifes, living off of other people's

misery.

You know, people come to you for help.

For hope.

How often do you deliver, huh?

How often?

I'll find somebody else.

Oh, Clay.

How many pieces of yourself did you have to sell off to get to where you are?

Clay, you can't leave us now. This could be dangerous.

Get back.

Clay, please.

You've been a very bad girl.

If you were gonna kill me, you'd have done it already!

Doesn't this get you excited?

It's the right size and shape.

We're done playing games.

You got 48 hours to come up with the cash.

You understand?

Two days.

Because if you don't...

Do you know what this little towel would do to your pretty little face?

Those sexy lips.

What do you want?

What a waste that would be.

No more warnings.

Make it right.

Mancini was here.

Listen, Leslie.

Yeah, she's in the shower right now You gotta come get her I can't protect her

here anymore

Hi. Want some breakfast?

Sure.

Listen, Kristen, we need to talk.

You want out, don't you?

No.

No, and what we may feel about each other, that's got nothing to do with it.

This guy Mancini is dangerous.

People behind him are probably worse.

Last night, I should have been there.

I'm not gonna make another.

I think we should call in the police.

No.

Whatever this is, I'm in way too deep.

By the time the cops would get here and they'd get everything straightened out,

I'd be dead.

My daughter would be, too.

You're all I got, Clay.

He said I had 48 hours to come up with the cash, and he was done playing games.

Okay, what cash?

Did he tell you how much?

No, just cash.

Kristen, could it have been an old, you know, uh... John?

Client?

Client.

No, I... I just don't know why anyone would do this.

It's just not the types.

Kristen, did you gamble?

No. Were you into drugs? No.

Well, you did something to somebody.

People don't just hire a pro who spends 18 months tracking you down because you

forgot to return a library book.

Now, you're going to have to help me with this, Kristen. You're going to have

to think.

Don't wash my dishes.

I'm going back to Leslie's. That's fine. Fine.

You're not going anywhere without me.

Leslie?

That's weird.

Wait, wait a minute.

Let me handle it.

Leslie?

Leslie, it's Kristen!

Kristen? Can you

sit down?

Kristen?

All right? Yes.

I look as bad as I feel.

You've looked a lot better.

Leslie, did Mancini do this?

Yeah. This guy's crazy.

He's looking for Jan, and I didn't know where she was, so... Leslie, I am so

sorry.

He thinks you're Tracy.

What? Mancini.

He said, tell Tracy she's got 36 hours.

What?

Tracy?

This is the fake name you've been using?

Oh, my God.

He's not after you at all.

Tracy, one of your girls?

No, she was freelance.

We were friends.

How did she die?

Drug overdose.

Which one's Tracy?

She's beside Kristen on the right.

Jesus.

No wonder Mancini mistook you for her.

Probably just given a description.

Bad photo.

Wait a minute.

I know her.

Tracy's the one that died at the Flamingo that night.

When you were working homicide.

The one you said was a two-bit whore that no one would miss.

Is that when you slapped him?

Did deserve it.

Hell of a slap. How could I forget?

I remember.

I remember you lied to me, Kristen.

You told me your name was, uh...

Carrie Pratt, that was her working name.

Yeah, she had a phony ID. I remember that.

So she just became another Jane Doe.

Tracy was my first friend in Vegas.

She was the one who said, never use your real name.

Said eventually it would become a lifesaver.

Little did she know whose life it would save.

I knew where she kept her real ID, so when the cops couldn't make her.

I took a chance.

Paid off.

Until now.

That's when you disappeared.

And you became Tracy Harvey.

The real her.

Yeah.

What did she do that someone would spend a year and a half tracking her down?

Drugs.

Odds on.

Leslie, I'll get someone to babysit you.

I'll take care of her.

You're coming with me Don't worry, I'll be fine.

I think he's beginning to like you

Welcome to the Riviera. Yeah.

Looking for a cabbie named Joe.

Joe, your luck, sir. He's parked right over there.

I'll be just back. Yes, sir.

Joe?

Yeah, yeah. What can I do for you?

We're looking for some friends of a friend.

Carrie Pratt. She was a working girl.

Look, Joe, according to her phone records, she always used this cab

company. And according to your dispatcher, she always asked for you.

Yeah, yeah.

Got a lot of regs.

Please.

It's important.

You a cop?

Private.

Nice picture.

What can I do for you? What do you want to know?

Joe, she was a user.

We'd like to know who was dealing with her. All we want to do is talk to her.

Hispanic, I think.

Thin. Kind of strung out. You know how they get.

He had a trailer out by Lake Mead across some railroad tracks.

Out by Hoover Dam.

That's nice fare. What is that, an hour one way?

Did I say she always paid with money?

Thanks, Joe.

Down there, looks like it. Down by the creek.

All right, now let me handle this. Just stay in the car.

Yes, sir. Whatever you say.

Hello?

Oh shit.

Kristen, didn't I tell you to stay in the car?

I got bored.

We'll come back later.

But this guy lives like a rat.

Yeah, he's a rat.

Come on, Christian, let's go.

What the fuck do you want?

Clay, what's going on? What the hell?

Don't you fucking...

So what the fuck do you want? You got nothing on me.

Well, I don't know about that. I think you're wrong.

Look, we don't even want you.

This has to do with Carrie.

You used to sell her drugs, remember?

I ain't seen Carrie in a long time.

Over a year.

Anyway, she don't owe me money if that's what you want to know.

Hey, scumbag.

Carrie have any other problems you know of?

Nah.

She was a good kid.

She didn't pull any of that bullshit. She knew better.

Oh, yeah?

What makes you so sure?

My business, it pays me to be sure.

Look, I even made her go on a run one time.

You know, she made the delivery, brought back the money.

No problem.

How much money?

I'm not telling you shit.

A bunch. A bunch. How much? A whole fucking bunch.

A whole fucking bunch. A whole fucking bunch.

I'm not going to ask you again.

How much?

Shit.

200 grand.

Who was the other end of that deal?

What the fuck do you think I am, huh?

You're a fucking scumbag drug dealer.

Scumbag? Do you know who keeps all of us motherfucking scumbag drug dealers in

business? Do you?

Do you?

Good evening and welcome.

to the satin slipper, to all the girls in the room, I'm the boy your mother

always told you about, to all the boys in the room, I'm the girl your father

never told you about, and if there are any men in the room who'd like to meet

me later, I don't know, what the hell. The last time I had a decent piece of

ass, my finger popped through the toilet paper.

I swear to God, my weight has come back so far, if I had to pee, I could hit the

back curtain and not even turn around.

I mean, the shoes are killing my feet. It's not the big toe or the little toe.

It's the braided sons of bitches in the middle.

Every time I fart, the bubble goes down my leg and knocks the shoe off my foot.

What a gorgeous couple walking in. My God, you are beautiful.

Where were you when I was him?

I used to be a stripper at a Jewish drive-in casino called Chip and David's.

You could get macros to a macro. It was great.

Mr. McPherson? Yes.

How can I be of service to you people?

My name's Clay Mora, private detective.

This is Kristen Winter.

Hi.

We'd like to get some information about a young woman.

Carrie Pratt. Do you remember her?

Remember her?

She was my little darling.

That was terrible what happened to her. That was a tragedy.

Yeah. We had a little chat this afternoon.

Friend of yours.

Manuel, out by Lake Mead. That lousy son of a bitch.

He said that she picked up a package and she dropped it off here. It was about a

year ago.

Look, there's really nothing that I can do for you people.

I have friends in homicide.

Just one phone call.

Look, all of my performers here, they're all artists, and sometimes they need a

little, you know...

You know, a stimulation to get him up. Come on.

No complication?

No. No problem in exchanging the package for the 200 grand?

Oh, speaking hypothetically, because, of course, something so

sordid and illegal would never transpire inside my club. And if

such a thing had happened, you know, it would have...

would have transpired without any complication.

And dear little Carrie, she would have had a cab waiting, and she would have

just gotten in immediately, you know, hypothetically speaking. McPherson.

Huh? Hey, this shit is getting real old.

You know?

You know who you look like?

You look like Carrie.

Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

Yeah, yeah. Hypothetically. Yeah.

Hey, uh, if I find that either one of you is wearing a wire, I'm gonna rip

your hearts out.

Hey, lay off that fried chicken, you fat queen.

And, oh, my Joanie. Why are you in the goddamn rag, huh, honey?

Hey, come on. Come on.

Why is it you're the only man I've ever met who doesn't want to sleep with me?

I do.

I want to sleep with you.

That's too bad.

What are you talking about?

I thought maybe you were different.

I'd be a failure as a man if I didn't want to.

Being a call girl has given you a jaundiced view of men.

You don't have to be a call girl to think men are assholes.

Let me tell you something about men, Kristen.

A couple of million years ago, it was to man's advantage to, you know, sleep with

the little cutie pie in the cave on the other side of the hill.

You see, it's in his behavior. It's encoded.

It's in the genes.

Just because a few thousand years ago we decided men should be monogamous, that

doesn't mean that men are not going to want to jump on every desirable woman

that crosses their path. Of course they are. It's automatic.

Any guy who doesn't sound homosexual are very good liar Well, maybe he's just

being civilized Being civilized Is sleeping on the couch

when every instinct in your primitive pea brain says jumper jumper jumper

I Guess I'm a civilized guy.

It's not a very good liar

I changed the sheets on my bed. You can sleep in my room.

I'll stay here.

Hey, Joe.

Wake up. Smell the coffee.

Christ, you again.

Yeah, me again.

I'd take it with cream and sugar.

And a donut.

About a year ago, Carrie Pratt went to the Satin Slipper Club.

You dropped her at the stage door and you waited. She went inside, delivered a

package. She came out, you drove her away.

Or did you drop her off after that?

Are you fucking serious?

You want me to remember where I dropped the fare a year ago? Yeah.

Hey, Joe.

If I had a customer who was in the habit of paying with a fuck, I'd remember

every trip like it was yesterday.

After the satin slipper, um, she talked about... France.

Okay, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Riviera.

I dropped her at the Riviera.

She was strung out on some shit. Said this was gonna be her lucky night.

By the way, you know a guy named Mancini?

Maybe muscle for one of the casinos?

Never heard of him.

Hey, um...

is carrie in trouble oh no no she's dead

Oh, my little clay boy.

Well, I'm working.

By any chance, you ever hear of a gal by the name of Carrie Pratt?

Yeah, a probe. Be about a year and a half ago.

Yeah, I remember her.

You do?

She bit me.

She was totally freaked out, screaming and kicking. I had to get a couple guys

to help me get her out of here.

Why was she so upset?

She lost big.

Close to 200 grand, if I recall.

Are you sure?

Sure as your eyes are green.

What's up, Clay? Somebody looking for his money?

Yeah, yeah, they probably are.

Thanks, Elsie.

Come on.

Clay?

Call me.

I think she liked you.

Shut up.

What do you think happened?

Well, Tracy lost the money gambling, but somehow she managed to pay back Manuel.

Wherever she got it, she got it fast.

Manuel didn't even realize there was a hitch.

Where do you go to get 200 grand fast?

Come on, Kristen. Let's call our favorite cabbie Hello

Joe

Oh, joy, this must be my lucky day.

I don't need that.

Joe, I gotta talk to you.

Oh, Christ.

Hey, I don't know what you do with your time, but I'm trying to make a living.

What's that?

I said I'm trying to make a living here.

Okay, here.

Make a living.

Now, Joe, that night, you, uh...

Drop carried the Riviera after the satin slipper. Did you pick her up after that?

Shit, I don't know. Come on, Joe, think.

She was probably upset at that point.

Is she really dead?

Very.

Damn, she was a sweet kid.

Picture in your mind, Carrie.

You see her?

Yes, yeah, yeah. I picked her up again, but I don't know where I dropped her.

Okay, look, Joe, just relax.

Relax. Close your eyes.

I just want you to think. I want you to remember.

She's sitting in the back of the cab.

She's not sure what to do. You thinking, are you with me? Yeah, yeah. All right.

She straightens her hair.

Wipes a tear from her cheek.

Then she says, Joe,

Joe, take me, take me too.

Take me to the... Think, Joe, think. Come on. Take me to the... The

Casbah.

Take me to the Casbah Casino. You know you're very good at this? You could be

like a hypnotist, you know?

Maybe you could, uh... Maybe you could help me quit smoking.

Well, thank you.

Thanks, Joe.

Okay, come on, let's go.

Have a nice fucking day.

Mr. Goldstein, please.

Tell him... Tell him it's Tracy Harp.

Yes, suite 1400.

He's expecting.

Elevators are... Thank you. Right around the corner.

You're welcome.

Don't you ever stop?

To eat?

Mr. Goldstein?

Come in.

Sit.

Should have come sooner.

A lot sooner.

Maybe we can still work this thing out.

Mr. Goldstein, I have had... Not quite what I expected.

I'm not Tracy Harvey.

Tracy was a friend of mine.

She died a year ago of a drug overdose.

I just... Wait a minute.

Get my nephew up here.

Right away, sir. Anyway.

You wanted to see me, Uncle Saul?

Just the girl who took the money?

Yeah, that's her.

I don't know him.

I've never seen him before in my life.

My name is Kristen Winter.

I've been living in Pennsylvania with my little girl.

I just used Tracy Harvey's name. That's it.

Then about a week ago, this guy shows up, and I think he's after my little

girl. But then I realize he's really after Tracy.

Mr. Goldstein, I don't know what Tracy did.

All I figured out is that she lost a lot of money that didn't belong to her. And

now there's this guy threatening to kill me because he thinks I'm her.

You lying whore. You fucked me.

And then you stole my money.

I mean, the casino's money.

I wouldn't fuck him for all the money in the world.

Hey, enough!

All right.

That's it.

Stay away from her.

Come on.

You're all right.

They don't believe me.

Tracy Harvey's dead.

I saw her dead body.

You want morgue photos?

I'll get you copies.

I'm telling you, it's her.

She's lying.

Why would anyone take the name of a dead whore?

I don't know.

But it's not her.

Come on.

You won't get out of the hotel.

Demi-security.

You sure it's her?

Yeah, I'm positive.

I hope so.

Come on.

Come on, take the stairs.

This way. Looks good. You sure?

Yeah, come on.

You're in the basement. D-section. Head and core is the laundry room.

Wait.

It made this far worse than it needed to be.

Yeah.

Well, your friend Mancini made us a little skeptical about your table

manners.

You sent Mancini after her?

Yeah.

Yeah, but, Uncle, look.

Look what she did to me, huh?

Take a look at that.

Pull up your pants.

Nobody here wants to look at your bare ass.

Come here.

Are you stupid?

Mancini is a psycho and a pervert.

Yeah, but I just figured that you... You figured that you'd get a little more

than just the money back, didn't you?

You figured that you'd get even with her for what she did to your tush, didn't

you?

Yeah.

You call Mancini off, and I don't ever again want to hear that you had anything

to do with him. You understand?

Good boy.

Now you.

Your lady friend stole from us.

She has to make good.

Fair is fair.

You got the wrong woman.

Look, um... You have a regular, uh, customer.

Mr. Rothenberg from Atlanta.

He's in textiles. Am I right?

Go on.

He always has the, uh, the Belmont suite.

Silk sheets on the bed.

Sometimes...

Sometimes he brings the little wife to watch.

You ask him.

He'll tell you who I am.

Well, it sure looked like her.

What about the money she took from my putz nephew?

She gave 200 grand to some junkie named Manuel. Lives out in a trailer by Lake

Mead. I'll go check it out. No, no, no.

He'll go check it out.

You'll go up to your room and watch cartoons.

I apologize for Mancini.

But if your story doesn't check out, we'll continue this conversation.

Have a good day.

Geez, Uncle Saul!

Take it easy, will ya?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What's this?

It's, uh... just something I'm working on.

Look, Clay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I've been so hard on you and... I'm really glad that this is all

over.

Excuse me.

It's late, and, um... I don't really want to wake Leslie up.

So, uh... Can I stay here?

She's used to late nights.

All right, then, why don't you take me home?

I'm busy. Why don't you get yourself a cab?

Thanks a lot.

You're a real gentleman.

I am a gentleman.

I am such a gentleman.

It makes me sick.

Well, maybe you should stop being so damn civilized.

It's not that you're better, you know.

You're just bigger, stronger, faster.

So naturally, I would rely on you for protection.

Have you been reading my books?

I might have read one or two.

Well, speaking of biology, I gotta pee.

You may be physically stronger.

But we're the ones that have to be emotionally strong.

Raise the kids.

Take care of them.

Put up with men.

We're the ones that really matter, you know.

Biologically speaking.

And that's why it's women and children first, Nastin.

You know what you've done.

Tracy, you got Uncle Saul upset with me. So now I have to

express my displeasure.

Please.

I'm not Tracy.

I talked to Mr.

Goldstein and... That's where you made your mistake, Tracy.

Because Mr. Goldstein has an executive complex.

He doesn't understand or know when to trust his subordinates.

So we have departed.

I'm going to have a stern discussion with her.

But first... Wait.

Before you, uh... Before you do that... Isn't there something else you'd like to

do first?

Do you like what you see?

Maybe, uh...

your hard work.

And I have to rely on you for protection?

Well, so much for biology.

Here.

If he moves, shoot.

I still gotta pee.

Well, thanks for, um, the ride and... everything.

Guess I should go.

I guess this is where I'm supposed to beg you to stay.

Mind.

Kristen, what we had together was special.

But special isn't always right.

Don't you want me?

I want you every night of my life.

But we know what's best for Jonna.

What's best for her is for her to have a father.

She has one.

One that will love her, take care of her.

What kind of father would a private dick in Vegas make?

Come on, Clay.

We could figure it out.

You're the first man I ever really trusted.

That's good.

That's really good.

There'll be others.

I think I could love you. I could try. I could... Someone

wants

to say goodbye.

Ernst.

To surprise you.

And give you this going-away present.

It's a trust fund for Zhanna.

If I could not raise her myself, at least she should have the best education

money for buy.

Thank you.

You didn't need to do... Oh, please.

I insist.

As long as I get to see her now, that's it.

Of course.

Soon. I promise.

Bill, what about now?

Hello, Tracy.

Hi, Mommy.

Missed you so much.

Clay.

Thank you.

Good luck, Tracy Harvey.

You're a real gentleman.

Wasn't she beautiful?

Yeah.

Yeah, she is. She's a beautiful woman.

No, I was referring to Zhanna.

It's all in the jeans, Mr. Mora.

So I was about to go for a drink.

I'll buy.

Sure. Hop in. I'll drive.

Not in this.

You don't like my car?

No, it's okay.

Yeah, what do you drive?

I don't drive.

I fly.

All right.

So what about Goldstein?

Funny you should ask.

Turns out Goldstein's a client of Leslie's. I'm sure she'll keep him

quiet.

What, Mancini?

It was just between you and me. It was.

According to Goldstein, Mancini fell into one of those, uh, holes in the

desert.

Oh, Vegas is a fickle bitch.

So it was a good guy's one?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess they did. This time, anyway.

Hey, Ernst. Come on. Which one?

It's a black one, of course.

Oh.

Oh. Of course.

Hey, you know, I know a little strip right there on the top of the white.