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Forget about politics for a day.

Really? Stephan, you in

the middle of the day?

See you later my little satyr.

Ck. 477 madoson, third floor.

See Donna. You'll be fine.

Ok. Take care.

- Hi, Bob. Got anything for me today?

- Hi, Angie. No sorry.

I want to work.

Sure. Maybe tomorrow.

In fact, I think there is a job coming up

tomorrow... if it happens, I'll call you.

Who is it?

Alex Morgan. Your neighbor.

I'm sorry. I'm really busy right now.

We're having a few people over.

We've run out of ice.

Come in.

Feeling better?

Still... shaky, I guess.

Still looking over my shoulder.

- Why don't you come join us?

- Yeah.

I promise I won't let

anybody to you but me.

I like to talk to people. Lnfact I

don't mind talking to people at all.

Good. Come on by.

We'll see.

Thanks.

You're always be hungry.

What's that one?

90% butterfat, terrible for your skin.

Thanks.

Well... look who's here.

It's a good thing, the guy on the elevator

didn't see her looking like that.

Oh, she's the girl who was attacked.

- That's her. Beautiful, huh?

- Thanks for coming.

I thought you ran out of ice.

Well, it got you here. That's what counts.

Here, let me introduce you.

Miss Anderson, you're very hot tonight.

Angie Anderson, Nancy leahy.

I heard about what happened to you.

It must have been awful.

You really can't trust

this city or its people.

If it weren't for my business,

I'd never come into it.

Nancy's an interior decorator. Brilliant.

She just bought one of my paintings.

For a penthouse she's working on.

Alex, darling really I have to be going.

Would you make walk me to the elevator?

Good-bye, miss Anderson.

Be sure to take care of yourself.

They used to be make quite a pair.

Almost seemed like it might go the distane,

till Alex cooled in her.

Left her holding a big tourch.

Poor little Nancy.

You paint?

Yes, I do. Come on. I'll show you.

Something wrong?

No, they're beautiful.

The girls come and pose fore me

several time a week.

They're good.

Ls this the one you're working on now?

Can I uncover it?

That's the one I want you to see.

How did you do that?

Part imagination, part espinage,

and the fact that you're very

careless with your blinds.

Why?

Because you fascinate me.

I'm going.

Don't! You can't hate the painting.

It's you, isn't it?

Angela, I know more about you than your

therapist or Alex will never know. Stop!

What do you want from me?

You.

You don't even know me.

I've known you for months,

I've watched you. I know you intimately.

Don't let this Porsche I'm in fool you.

I'm still a man. Ask them.

You're a virgin, aren't you?

Angela! Angela, come back! Come back.

Oh, my god, Alex! It's him!

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