Nadine

1

(SINCE I FOUND YOU PLAYING)

No use lookin'

for a cheap joint, honey

Wastin' my time and money

Those days are through

Since I found you

Just a little love

in the morning light

Now I got the feeling

that just one night won't do

Since I found you

Since I found you, honey,

I found love

You're the only one

that I'm dreamin' of

I don't miss doin'

what I used to do

I don't miss nothin'

since I found you

I don't miss nothin'

since I found you

No more walkin' down

lonely street

Wearin' holes

in both of my feet

And feelin' blue

Since I found you

Don't really matter

what the boys are doin'

All I really care about

is you and me stayin' true

Since I found you

Since I found you, honey,

I found love

You're the only one

that I'm dreamin' of

I don't miss doin'

what I used to do

I don't miss nothin'

since I found you

I don't miss nothin'

since I found you

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Yeah?

Mr. Escobar?

Hi, uh, it's me,

Nadine Hightower.

I really hate

to bother you.

I just want to

ask a favor of you.

Listen, if it's money,

I can't help you.

Uh, no, sir, no, sir.

(STUTTERING) It's not.

Could I come in and talk

to you for just a minute?

Honey, I'd love to,

but I got an important

client on his way over.

Oh, this'll only take

a minute.

It's about those photos

that you took of me.

Art studies.

Those were art studies.

Yes, sir.

But to tell you the truth,

they were

lots more artistic

than I bargained for.

And the thing is,

I'd like to have

those photos back.

Did you get paid?

Yes, sir. $22.

Did I touch you?

Did I lay a hand on you?

Well, no, sir.

Then you got no gripe

with me, young lady.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I gotta go.

Mr. Escobar!

Now, that day

at the Five and Dime,

when you come up to me

and told me

you was a close

personal friend

of Hugh Hefner,

and then you asked me

to take those photos,

I mean, those art studies.

To tell you the truth,

the only reason I said yes

was because you told me that

Playboy was bound to pay me

lots of money.

Now I'll pay you back

however much you're out.

I'll give your wife free

manicures for the rest

of her life.

How about that?

I'll do anything.

I mean, almost anything.

Will you quit that?

I'm not leavin' until I get

those photos back, and

that's that!

Okay, come on in, then!

Come on, damn it!

Lucky for you, I'm about

to become a very rich man.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Damn.

You wait in the back.

Don't come out till

I holler.

Okay?

In the back?

Yeah. All right, I'm comin'!

I'm comin'!

(ESCOBAR GROANING)

(GASPING)

Lady, I got...

Oh, my God.

Mr. Escobar.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

CHARLEY:
Mr. Escobar?

It's Charley Draper,

Photo Supply House.

I got that carton of

developer you asked for.

I'm real sorry about this.

CHARLEY:

Mr. Escobar?

Oh, hey,

are you the janitor?

JANITOR:
Yeah.

What's the problem?

I got this

package for Mr. Escobar, and

I can't get nobody to answer.

Hang on. I got the key.

You can leave it inside.

(DOORKNOB CLICKING)

Hey, hey!

Call the police!

There's been

a murder up here!

MAN:
What's goin' on?

Hey! Somebody

call the police!

There's been

a murder up here!

MAN:
Right up there?

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(CAR TIRES SCREECHING)

Hey! He's upstairs!

MAN ON TV:
And now,

Search for Tomorrow.

MICHELLE:

I think Roger's gonna

have an affair with Vanessa.

VERA:
Are you crazy?

Vanessa's got

the hots for Brad.

You're late, Nadine.

You got about

umpteen calls

from Vernon.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON TV)

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