Bare Witness Page #2

And I've heard enough from you.

Thanks for the lift.

-I'll call you later.

-Okay.

I wish you'd ask Slim

about a job at the bar.

It would be so much safer.

I've seen the guys that go in there.

Besides, it's just a shoot tonight.

-I'm not seeing anyone.

-Promise?

-I'll call you when I'm done.

-See you later.

Okay, switch positions.

And take you panties off.

Now touch her body.

And go down.

Good. Stay there.

Touch your breasts.

And climax.

And cut!

Very nice, ladies.

-Hey, Slim.

-Hey, Julie.

-Sorry I'm late.

-That's all right.

We're running behind anyway.

Julie, someone's here to see you.

-Someone?

-A producer.

He liked your headshot.

He's in the dressing room.

-Really?

-Yeah.

But, Julie...

...don't f*** this up, okay?

Come here.

Hello?

You're even more beautiful in person.

Do you always make surprise entrances?

Only when I want to admire

a beautiful woman.

-I'm John Fisher.

-The producer.

Slim was right about you.

He was trying to sell you to me

for the night. Nice guy.

Yeah. A regular Fuller Brush man.

Well, he's got good taste.

And I am looking for a girl

for the night.

-Well, I'm working tonight.

-Yes.

For me.

-You're beautiful.

-I know.

Whoa, Carly? What are you doing here?

You finally come to your senses?

Yeah, right.

No, I'm looking for Julie.

She left her makeup in the car.

Julie?

Yeah, you know, your favorite girl.

I dropped her off for tonight's shoot.

She left this in the car.

Well, Julie ain't here tonight.

Maybe she left it here yesterday.

Right, Slim.

B*tch.

Hey, Julie!

Julie?

Hey, Julie, you left--

I have this friend.

He has this thing for women.

Every night.

$100 for a hand job.

$500 for the whole shebang.

He told me all about you.

How you like to videotape

your sessions.

How come you do that?

I like to watch.

So do I.

Why watch another man

making love to a woman...

...when I can watch myself?

But this friend

who told me about you...

...he decided he didn't want anyone

seeing his face on videotape.

Who's your friend?

You met him the other night

at the Barrington Wilshire Hotel.

Gav?

Gav wants his tape back.

I don't have it. It's not--

It's at home.

Did you see the tape?

Did you?

No. No, I swear I didn't see it.

Are you sure?

You can let Miss Spencer out now.

-Excuse me, miss?

-Yeah?

This what you've been doing

with your time?

You like?

Really pretty. They ought to be

in a damn museum.

Here.

What's this?

Homicide. Want it?

A hooker stopped a couple of bullets

with her chest.

Penance is over?

Yeah.

You learned your lesson.

Right?

I solemnly swear to never call

Mayor Garland an a**hole again.

Cross my heart.

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