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- No, I think...

- What?

- Why don't I go downstairs.

I'll get in the car.

I'll drive around the block.

And I'll park. And then I'll

come back through the back entrance.

I'll pretend to leave.

Okay?

- I don't know if that's such a good idea to do.

- Trust me.

I got rid of him before.

I can do it again.

- Okay.

- I'll be right back.

I'll wait for you.

You forgot

your cutlery.

Danielle.

Danielle!

- Oh, excuse me.

- Oh, say...

Shh, shh, shh.

- Who was that? Who was that?

- It is my sister.

Come on, take it easy.

You can tell me.

She's so crazy.

She get...

She get so angry with me

when I'm with anyone,

except for her,

my husband and now you.

Why is she here?

Because we are twins

and today is our birthday...

and she can come visit me but she know

that she have to go back...

and so...

And so she feel very bad.

- Look, why don't I leave.

- No, no, no! Please?

- "Stay with me."

- Okay.

I look so terrible,

I think.

- No.

- I have such a headache.

- I have had too much Manhattans last night.

- A little.

Philip, I think

I would feel better.

I have no more

of these pills.

- Could you get me some at the drug store?

- Sure.

- You know where is Bay Street?

- Yeah.

And then we have

a happy birthday together.

$4.50.

$.79, $.89, $ 1.29.

That's $ 7.68.

- Yes.

- You must do as I tell you.

- Yes, I...

- You are not well.

Yes, I know.

Please, but I have only...

I have only two pills left.

Please hurry.

Yeah, that one's fine.

And I'd like something written on it.

Can't have it.

The cake decorator isn't in yet.

- Well, couldn't you do it?

- Are you kidding?

- Well, why not?

- Hey, Louise, he wants me to write on a cake.

- You? I'd like to see you try.

- Mm-hmm.

All right then, I will.

What do you want written?

Happy birthday to Danielle...

No. Uh...

Happy birthday

to Dominique and Danielle.

Dominique and Danielle.

You gotta be kidding.

Come on.

Let me show you.

Surprise.

Hey, now you know you're

not supposed to cut the cake...

until you make a wish

and blow out the candles.

No!

Hello? I want to report

an emergency... a murder.

Hello.

I want to report a murder.

A man, about 25, black.

I saw it just now

through my window.

I live in the apartment just across

the courtyard. 36 Hamilton.

Yes. I'll meet you downstairs

right away. My name is Grace Collier.

Yes, the Grace Collier.

I wrote that story.

I'm sorry you feel that way, Detective,

but I have to write it

the way I see it.

Sometimes the police

are wrong.

Look, this is ridiculous. We can't

discuss it now. A man is bleeding to death.

Yeah. Right away.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Dominique?

Just a minute.

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