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You asked how long we've been friends.

That's how long.

Can't believe you still have this.

Of course. Why wouldn't I?

I get nostalgic like anybody else.

I miss those times, man.

Life was simple.

Hey, check it out. We got to be ninjas.

Yeah. Yeah, that we did, pal.

That we did.

Oh, hey. Here.

Sorry. It's the closest thing I've got to scotch.

It's great. It's perfect. Really great of you. Thanks.

You know, the thing about you and me, marv...

We've got a lot of history.

We go back a long time, and that means something.

I'm sorry. Is it okay that I'm here?

I mean, it's really late, and you were sleeping.

Course. It's fine.

I mean, I'm sure you have to be up in a couple hours.

No. I'm, I'm still out of work.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sorry to hear that, Marvin.

Eh. That's life, right?

It's good to see you, man. It's been a while.

You know, me, I've got a 9:30 meeting.

That's like seven hours from now.

Jesus Christ.

Ouchie.

You sure the beer's okay?

I'm sorry I don't have scotch.

What? No, it's great. It's great.

You know what I always liked about you growing up, Marvin?

You were the guy that I could always count on

to be down for anything, whatever it was.

If I called and suggested it, you were game.

Guilty.

I loved that about you, man.

I loved that I could count on you to be in.

I bet that's why we're still friends to this day.

Guys come in and out of your life, you know,

but the ones that stick,

those are the friends that you can count on.

Yeah, well, of course.

I mean, what else are friends for, right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

You, um.

You used to say you could tell how good a friend is

by whether or not they'd help you move a dead body.

Yeah, that does sound like me.

Would you?

I need your help.

I need your help moving a dead body.

Her name's Abby.

I've seen her maybe half a dozen times or so.

"Seen her", you mean like this, like in a motel or...

I mean I've been with her.

Look, I don't have to spell this all out for you, do I?

I mean, we're both grownups. We know what goes on.

Right?

Sure, man. Yeah.

I'm not proud of it.

It just sort of...Happened.

She was hot. She wanted me.

It seemed harmless enough.

And this Abby chick,

she's...In there right now, right?

Yeah.

What about Claire? Where does she think you are?

She thinks I'm working late.

Really? This late?

We have international clients.

Sometimes we have long conference calls at weird hours.

It happens. -It does?

As far as she knows.

Pretty slick.

So, we gonna go in there at some point?

It all happened so fast.

This was just supposed to be fun.

Nothing serious. I told her that.

I told her that from the very beginning.

I was completely honest with her.

I was, um... I was getting dressed,

and she...She starts talking

about how she wants more from this.

She's made this into some kind of a romance

in her head or something. I...

Of course, I tell her "forget it."

She went crazy.

She got up on the bed.

She started punching me with her fists

and kicking me and...

Just pushed her...

To get her off of me.

Just...I just... I just pushed her.

And that was it.

Before...We do anything...

Are you sure?

Are you really, really sure

you don't want to just call the cops?

What?

Yes. Yes. God damn it. Marvin, I'm sure!

This would ruin me!

Just...Just think about this for a second.

I mean, just the fact that I was screwing around

would cost me Claire.

She'd be gone.

She wouldn't even think about it.

Seven years of marriage, gone in an instant.

And then, I mean...

There's the way this looks.

You know, there would be an investigation,

suspicion of foul play maybe, maybe even a trial.

And it wouldn't even matter if I was convicted.

Marriage, career, financial security, all gone!

Marv, the girl went crazy.

She did this to herself, okay?

I'm not saying that I'm completely innocent in all this,

but all I'm guilty of is trying to have a little fun,

and then I've got to throw my life away because of this,

because of her?!

Marvin.

Tell me that you'll help me, please.

Please, tell me that you'll help me.

Help me, Marvin.

Of course. Of course, I will.

Of course.

Thank you.

So, uh, what's her deal? Is she married, too?

Has she got a roommate?

No. No. She lives alone.

What are you doing at a motel, then?

She's got neighbors.

She knew I was married.

I was honest with her.

You know, we set up a system.

She'd walk to the end of her street.

I'd pick her up there.

She'd check into the motel.

We would choose a different motel every time.

Stuff like that.

So, the room...

That's in her name, not yours, right?

Yeah. She would put it on her credit card,

and I would pay her back in cash.

How'd you two meet?

Look, I'm just trying to think

if there's anything that will connect her to you.

That's all. -Right. Yeah.

Um...She waits tables at this diner

that I go to sometimes if I work late.

We've been seen there together,

but nothing that would be considered damning.

Okay.

Okay.

I think I got a pretty good idea of what we got to do.

But we're gonna need some stuff.

Let's get back to my place.

Okay. Bingo.

We're definitely gonna need that.

Okay. What can I do?

Uh, what can you do?

Uh...You...

Can go home to your wife.

She's got to be worried sick about you.

That's not gonna be good for anybody.

That's crazy. This is my mess.

I can take care of it.

Besides, I don't think it's a good idea

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