Uh, No, No thanks. No.
Suit yourself, champ.
-Well, Uh, I-I'll see you then. -You will.
Damn!
Lou, you recognize that guy?
Yeah...Laurent.
-What do you want? -Want to go for a drive?
I don't know.
Get in, Baby!
Come here!
-Why don't you like me? -I do like you.
How much?
Oh, Pete!
Sheila!
What'd you change it for?
I like that.
Well, I don't.
I like that!
I'm leaving the Caddy like I told you.
-Think you'll get a chance to give her the once-over today? -Sure.
Uh, you want to pick it up later on ...or in the morning?
Well, if you think you can finish it, I'll be back later today.
-It'll be done. -You're my man, Pete.
Don't let that thing upset you.
Holy smokes!
Hey!
I'm Alice Wakefield.
Pete Dayton.
-I was here earlier. -Yeah, I remember.
How'd you like to take me to dinner?
I don't know.
OK.
Why don't I take you to dinner?
Look, I don't think this is a very good idea.
Do you have a phone?
Yeah.
It's right...lt's right there.
I have to call myself another taxi.
Hello? Van Nuys?
Can I have the number for Vanguard Cab?
Hello. Yes, I need a Taxi. Arnie's garage, the corner of fifth...
Hello. Yeah, we're not going to need that cab. Thanks.
Maybe we should just skip dinner.
Take my clothes off!
Fucker gets more pussy than a toilet seat.
-I want more. -Me, too.
-Can I call you? -Yeah. Call me at home. I'll give you the number.
OK, Baby.
Hey! Up here.Come on up, Baby. I already got the room.
I'll get it. Hello?
Meow, meow.It's me.
Hey, Baby.
I can't see you tonight.
OK.
I have to go somewhere with Mr. Eddy.
Sure.
I think he suspects something. We have to be careful.
I miss you.
Pete?
Me, too.
I'll call you again.
What a fucking job.
His or ours, Lou?
Ours, Hank.
-Hey. -Sit down a minute!
-What's up? -Sit down!
You don't look so good.
No, I just...just have a headache.
What's going on?
The police called us.
What'd they want?
They want to know if we had a chance to find out what happened to you the other night.
And they want to know if you remembered anything.
But I don't remember anything.
What'd you tell them?
We're not going to say anything...
...about that night to the police.
We saw you that night, Pete.
You came home with your friend Sheila.
Sheila?
Yeah. There was a man with you.
What is this? I mean, why didn't you tell me anything?
Who's the man?
I've never seen him before in my life.
What happened to me?
Please, please, Dad, Tell me!
Hey, Pete! Hey!
Hey!
Mr. Eddy.
Hey, Pete!
-How you doing? -I'm OK.
I'm sure you noticed that girl who was with me the other day.
Good looking Blonde. She stayed in the car.
Her name is Alice.I swear, I love that girl to death.
If I ever found out somebody was making out with her...
I'd take this
and I'd shove it so far up his ass, it would come out his mouth.
-And then you know what I'd do? -What?
I'd blow his fucking brains out.
Hey. You're looking good.
What you been up to?
I'll get it.
Hello?
Meet me at the Starlight Hotel on Sycamore in 20 minutes.
He'll kill us.
Are you...
...positive that he knows?
I'm not positive, but he knows.
So...What are we supposed to do?
I don't know.
If we could just get some money, we could go away together.
I know a guy.
He pays girls to party with him.
He's always got a lot of cash.
He'd be easy to rob.
Then we'd have the money. We could go away.
We could be together.
Have you partied with him?
Did you like it?
No.
It was part of the deal.
What deal?
-He works for Mr. Eddy. -Yeah?
-And what's he do? -He makes films for Mr. Eddy.
-Pornos? -Yeah.
How did you get in with these fucking people, Alice?
-Pete... -No. Pete. I want to know how it happened.
It was a long time ago.
I met this guy at a place called Moke's. We became friends.
He told me about a job.
In pornos?
No. Just a job. I didn't know what.
He made an appointment for me to see a man.
I went to this place.
They made me wait there forever.
There was a guy guarding the door.
In another room, there was this other guy lifting weights.
I started getting nervous.
When it got dark...
...they brought me into this other room.
Why didn't you just leave?
You liked it, huh?
If you want me to go away, I'll go away.
I don't want you to go away.
I love you, Alice.
-Should I call Andy? -Andy?
That's his name, Andy. Our ticket out of here.
Yeah. Call him.
I'll set it up for tomorrow night.
You meet me at his place at 11:00.
Don't drive, take the bus. Make sure no one follows you.
His address is easy to remember. It's 2224 Deep Dell Place.
It's a white Stucco job on the south side of the street.
I'll be upstairs with Andy. The back door will be open.
Go through the kitchen into the living room. There's a bar there.
At 11:15, I'll send Andy down to fix me a drink.
And when he does, you crack him on the head, OK?
OK.
-You're fucking somebody else, aren't you? -Sheila!
You fuck me whenever you want. Sheila! Sheila, stop it!
-You don't call. Who is she? -Stop it!
-What's the bitch's name? -I'm sorry. -Oh, you're sorry?
-Go home! -You're sorry? -Sheila, stop it!
You're sorry, you piece of shit!
-You're sorry? -Go home!
-Fuck you!..Fuck you! -Sheila, stop, Sheila! -Fuck you!..Fuck you!
-Sheila...Sheila.
Sheila! Let's both go in and talk about this quietly.
Sheila, come on.
-You are different. -Sheila!
Tell him!..Tell him!
Sheila, don't. Don't.
I don't care anymore anyway. I'm sorry, Mr. Dayton.
I won't bother you, or any member of your family ever again.
Pete?
There's a man on the phone.
He's called a couple of times tonight.
Who is it?
He won't give his name.
Hello?
Hey, Pete, how you doing?
-Who is this? -You know who it is.
Mr. Eddy?
Yeah. How you doing, Pete?
-OK. -You're doing OK? That's good, Pete.
-Look, it's late Mr. Eddy, I... -I'm really glad to know you're doing OK.
-You're sure you're OK? Everything all right? -Yeah.
I'm really glad to know you're doing good, Pete. Hey!
I want you to talk to a friend of mine.
We've met before, haven't we?
I don't think so.
Where is it you think we've met?
At your house. Don't you remember?
No. No, I don't.
In the East, the far East...
...when a person is sentenced to death, they're sent to a place where they can't escape.
Never knowing when an executioner may step up behind them and fire a bullet into the back of their head.
What's going on?
It's been a pleasure talking to you.
Pete, I just wanted to jump on and tell you that I'm really glad you're doing OK.
You got him.
Alice!
Wow!
We killed him.
You killed him.
Alice?
What do we do?
We have to get the stuff.
We have to get out of here.
Ah, fuck!
Is that you?
Are both of them you?
That's me.
Honey, are you all right?
Where's the bathroom?
It's upstairs, down the hall.
Did you want to talk to me?
Did you want to ask me, why?
What's the matter?
Don't you trust me, Pete?
Stick this in your pants.
I know a fence.
He'll give us money, get us passports in exchange for all this shit
and Andy's car...
And then we can go anywhere.
Come on, Baby!
Pete, you drive!
Where the fuck are we going, Alice?
Where the fuck are we going?
We have to go to the desert, Baby.
The fence I told you about...
He's at his cabin.
Come on!
We'll have to wait.
Why me, Alice? Why choose me?
You still want me, don't you, Pete?
More than ever.
I want you.
You'll never have me.
Here I am.
-Where's Alice? -Alice who? Her name is Renee.
If she told you her name is Alice, she's lying.
And your name? What the fuck is your name?!
Renee?
You're coming with me.
What do you guys want?
Now you can hand it back!
You and me, Mister...
We can really outugly them sumbitches...
Can't we?
Ed...Take a look at this!
Yeah. That's her all right.
That's Fred Madison's wife with Dick Laurent.
And Mr. Dent-Head over there.
We got Pete Dayton's prints all over this place.
You know what I think, Ed?
What is it, AI? What do you think?
I think there's no such thing as a bad coincidence.
Dick Laurent is dead.