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I'll meet you

at the City Grille at 1 :00.

Wait, wait!

How I'm gonna know it's you?

You can't miss me, pal.

I'm blonde, about 5'7".

Built like a brick shithouse.

Desk.

Yes, Mr. Reed.

Hold on a second.

- That's the broad.

- I never passed her by here.

- You let her in?

- No, I didn't. She told me you--

- You let her in?

- No, I didn't. She told me you--

- Morning, May.

- Wait a minute.

- She still in the sack?

- Wait a minute. You can't go up there!

- I'd love a cup of coffee.

- Mrs. Brofman!

Mrs. Brofman, open the door!

What, May?

- Who are you? Get out!

- Are you all right?

Call the police!

Then you could tell them all about

that little party you threw last night.

What?

Divers shouldn't have any trouble

finding the body.

I can just hear

Felicia and Liz now.

Oh, yeah.

"We tried to drown him

in the hot tub, but...

Margo shot him.

Three times in the chest."

Don't call the police.

Forget the police.

- You sure?

- Yes.

All right.

Who are you?

Where's the gun?

Who the hell are you?

Oh, take a good look, Margo.

They say the eyes

are the windows to the soul.

Look into my eyes.

Whose soul do you see?

It's me, Margo-- Steve.

You're crazy!

I picked you because you're a lot

smarter than those other two bimbos.

Also, you believe

that fag psychic of yours...

told you you were Helen ofTroy

in another incarnation.

Way I figure it,

you'd have no trouble believing...

that I am the late, great

Steven Brooks, your ex-lover...

reincarnated as a gorgeous female.

Look deep, Margo.

You better believe it, slick.

'Cause after I borrow a dress

and some lipstick...

I am gonna have lunch

with my buddy Walter...

and you are gonna teach me...

everything I always wanted to know

about women but was afraid to ask.

How ya doin', Walter?

- Amanda?

- In the flesh.

And what about that flesh?

Jesus Christ.

Susie, I'll have

a margarita, please.

So what do you think?

Did you get a good look at my legs?

- So, Steve never mentioned me?

- No.

Well, that's understandable.

We only just discovered each other

a few days ago.

I'm his half sister.

We have different mothers.

He sure did talk about you

quite a bit.

Really?

Check out that ass.

How'd you like to give her

a punch in the pants?

You're not gay, are you?

If I'm gay, Clint Eastwood

is a transvestite. Excuse me.

You don't look like Steve,

except something...

about the eyes that--

But you sure do act like him.

You always drink margaritas?

- Yeah.

- So does Steve.

Well, here's to Steve,

wherever he may be.

By the way, where is he?

I don't know.

He just said that he was going away.

- And he'd be gone for a long time.

- You're kidding me.

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