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- No. He kept talking about Gauguin.

- Who?

Gauguin.

He was a French painter.

He decided to chuck it all

and move to Tahiti to paint.

He said he was

fed up with everything.

And between you and me...

he seemed very depressed.

Depressed?

Last night, three of his ex-girlfriends

were throwing him a dinner party.

When he left me,

he couldn't have been happier.

Maybe the party didn't turn out

exactly like he planned.

Steve is not the kind of man...

who would suddenly decide

to chuck it all and not tell me.

- Did you check his office?

- For what?

I don't know.

Maybe he left you a note.

- You heard anything?

- No. It's very strange.

Beth, this is Amanda Brooks,

Steve's sister.

- How're you doing?

- Mind if I look in his office?

- Maybe he left a note.

- Go ahead.

But when I cleaned up his desk,

I didn't find anything.

- You're his sister, huh?

- Half sister.

We only just discovered each other

a few days ago.

Oh, 'cause I've been his secretary

for two years...

and he never said anything--

- Nothing.

- Did you look in the drawer?

- Yeah.

- Let me have a look.

He told Amanda he was gonna chuck it all

and be like Gauguin.

The painter?

- I can't believe he wouldn't call me.

- What's this?

- What?

- It's a note. Says "To Walter."

- Where'd you find that?

- In the drawer.

I looked--

"Dear, Walter.

I'm fed up with my life.

I've decided to chuck it all

and start again like Gauguin.

I asked Amanda, my half sister,

to stay in my apartment while I'm gone.

Take her to lunch. You'll like her.

She's got a great pair of--

So long. Steve."

- Was that his handwriting?

- Yeah.

What's the matter?

He's really gone.

Yeah, it looks that way, sugar.

He always called me that.

You must have been

really crazy about him.

I hated him. I just--

I always cry when I'm

really, really happy.

Sorry. Excuse me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Freidkin.

Mr. Freidkin,

we just found this.

- Steve's sister.

- Half sister.

Our Steve?

Why, that son of a gun.

He didn't know about her

until a couple of days ago.

Talk about your family secrets.

You should read the note.

What note?

- This is a joke, right?

- No, he's gone.

- I don't believe it.

- You must be Arnold, Steve's boss.

- How you doing, Arnold?

- Yes.

Steve told me a lot about you.

Well, not all bad, I hope.

No, not all of it.

We're gonna miss him.

He was one hell of an advertising man.

He was that, yeah, but...

I think he can be improved on.

Oh, really? How's that?

Why don't you take me to your office.

I'll tell you. How's that?

You're sure I can't

get you something stronger?

No, thanks. Except for

the occasional margarita at lunch...

I make it a habit

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