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- He's the one who saw it?

- Yes. He pulled the girl out of the car.

I wanna talk to you.

And to the girl too. Where is she?

- She's in there.

- She's asleep.

And if you wanna talk to me,

make it quick, cos I wanna go home.

- There someplace we can talk in private?

- I'll take care of it.

- Would you secure that room for us?

- I want these men checked out.

- Officer, what's goin' on here?

- Car accident. Guy got killed.

- I know, but what's the big deal?

- Did you know the guy was McRyan?

Governor McRyan?

That stiff on the stretcher

was probably our next president.

- Hell, he had my vote.

- Jesus Christ.

Let's talk in here.

- You pulled the girl out of that car?

- Yes.

Well, I would like for you to forget

about her. Forget you ever saw her.

Wait a minute.

- Who are you?

- My name is Lawrence Henry.

- I worked for Governor McRyan.

- Ah.

He was also a friend.

He was my friend.

Look, I'm very sorry about the governor,

and I obviously would have loved

to have saved his life too, but...

I mean, I was there and she was there.

We know what happened,

but the governor is dead now and...

we don't want to embarrass his family.

Do you have any idea what the press

would do if they got ahold of this?

You want me to say she wasn't there?

I already told the police.

That's already taken care of.

- All right. What about the girl?

- I'll talk to her. She'll cooperate.

Just one playmate just vanishes

from McRyan's car, just like that?

- That's right.

- Aw, Jesus, I don't know.

Can't you keep your mouth shut?

It's better the governor died alone.

I just don't know if I can do that.

I was there, she was there, and...

Who gives a damn that you were there?!

You wanna tell his wife that he died

with his hand up some girl's dress?

- Or let her read it in the papers?

- That is what happened.

- That is the truth, isn't it?

- What difference does that make to you?

But it would make a great deal

of difference to his family.

All right.

Good. We'll slip you

and the girl out the back.

How about your place?

You don't wanna go home, do you?

- They told you who was in the car, right?

- Yeah.

Well, some smart reporter could

figure I was there too, you know?

They got my purse

with my name and address.

They're gonna be camped

on my doorstep.

What about my doorstep? I'm the one who

pulled you out of that wreck, didn't I?

Yeah, right.

Let's go to a motel.

First it's a drink, then it's my place,

now it's a motel.

Things are movin' fast tonight, Sally.

Whoops.

Stand here for a second.

- Beautiful night for a walk.

- Yes, it is.

Let's take a walk

along the river here.

- Mm. Nice.

- David, look.

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