Film Noir

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The first thing I remember

is a shiny white line

streching into the Universe.

I close my eyes and open them again.

But the image didn't change.

Whiping their slates clean and

starting over is some people's dream.

For me it was the beginning of a nightmare.

My face was the face of a stranger.

I had no idea who the man in the mirror was.

I studied him for a long time

as he stared back at me.

It seem to be something familiar about his eyes.

No wallet, no ID.

The man was dead.

Somehow I knew that.

POLICE:

Detective Rodney Krumb.

Now I knew the dead men's name.

I still couldn't remember mine.

Krumb was shot right between his eyes.

If I killed him,

I was pretty handy with a gun.

A perfect fit.

That settles it,

I'm a cop killer.

Shots fired in the vicinity of the Hollywood Sign.

Units in the area proceed there at once.

I didn't know why I did what I did but I knew

I had to be gone before the police arrived.

The gun was mine,

car was obviously his.

As I drove away I had nothing but questions.

I wondered how I got there?

Did I get a ride with him?

Or was my car parked nearby?

I wodered if I'd ever get to know my own name.

There was only one thing that seems certain.

I was the bad guy in this story.

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I drove arround for almost an hour.

I kept thinking I'll see something

that'll jug my memory.

I knew I could't stay in this car forever.

Police will be looking for it.

One thing I was sure of:

If I go to Rodney's place

he won't be home.

Surprise!

Mommy? Mommy?

Where is daddy?

I don't get it.

Why are you driving Rodney's car?

Well, you know Rodney ... he kind of

suspected you might be planning something.

He wanted me to check if there's

a surprise party and let him know.

Well, you better get on the damn phone

and tell him there's no party.

Rodney

Cell Phone

It's ringing.

Yes?

Hey, Rod, it's me.

- Detective Krumb can't come to the phone right now.

- Yeah, Rod, I'm at the house.

- Sir, this is detective Riley speaking.

- No man, there's no party, it's cool.

- Sir, may I ask who I am speaking to?

- Tell you man, the coast it's clear.

Sir, I insist that you identify yourself.

Sure, of course.

See you in a few buddy.

He's coming.

- Where did he go?

- I think he might be outside.

- There he is!

- Get him!

- Freeze!

- L.A.P.D., stop!

- Put your hands in the air!

- Stop or I'll shoot!

Yeah?

- Ruben?

- Yes?

- It's me.

- Yes.

It's done. The rest of the money will be

paid into your account as agreed.

I see.

It was a pleasure doing business with you Mr. Ruben.

If I ever need a private detective again

I'll be sure to give you a call.

- Thank you.

- Oh, no no no, thank you.

Listen, do you mind if I ask you a question?

17-25, code 6.

Detective Riley speaking.

Yes, there is detective Krumb's car.

No, the suspect's long gone.

No, sir.

I'll be sure to report any developments.

Sam Ruben

Private Investigator

Sam Ruben

Private Investigator

Come in please.

- Hello!

- Hello!

- Do you know me?

- Should I?

- I guess not. Is Mr. Ruben in?

- No. What is this about?

- It's private. Do you expect him back soon?

- No.

I'll make sure to tell him you were here when he calls.

Yeah, that'll be kind of hard to do

since I didn't give you my name.

Hello?

Sam, this is Samantha.

He was just here.

- Who was?

- Hudson. Hudson was just at the office.

He asked if I knew who he was.

- Hudson who?

- Sam, that's not funny.

- What are you gonna do about it?

- Guess I'll have to do whatever it takes.

Tell you what ... why don't you leave his file on my desk,

I'll stop by later tonight to pick it up?

Tell you what ... I could take the file back to my place,

and you can stop by later tonight

pick it up, pop yourself to

whatever house you might desire ...

- I'm kind of busy, kid.

- Sam, it's been a long time ...

- I miss you.

- I know, I miss you too.

- I'll leave the file on your desk.

- Good.

And I'll stop by to see you real soon.

Hudson, David Last Seen: January 25

Last heard from:
February 3

People to talk to:

So now I had a name:

David Hudson.

I practice saying it:

"Hello, I'm David Hudson"

"Hi, I'm Dave"

But no matter how many times I said it,

the name still sounded foreign to me.

Still, I can feel the excitement now,

as I got closer to my home.

Hello, Mr. Hudson!

It's a pleasure to see you again.

Your mail, sir.

I must have been gone for a long time.

I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name.

- It's Jones, sir.

- Jones, Jones, right.

- When it's a last time you saw me?

- Well, it's been quite a while, sir.

A week? Two weeks?

More like several months, sir.

What floor do I live on?

Think, David, think.

Wait a minute!

My mail.

I looked all over the place hoping

to see something that'll jug my memory.

No such luck.

It's like staring at the mirror and getting no reflection.

If I haven't been home in months

where the hell have I been?

Four messages.

So either I'm not very popular,

or I've been checking my messages.

Hi, David, Angela.

Give me a call when you get a chance.

David, it's Angela.

Where are you?

I miss you.

I've been a bad bad girl

and only you can set me straight.

Call me ... please.

David, please, I've got to see you.

I got the money.

I'm ready, I need to see you, Ok?

555-7278. Call me.

Or I'll have to go see someone else.

And you know how you hate that.

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