Red Line 7000 Page #3

I can't take it.

You mind if I ask why not?

Because I didn't know whether i

loved Jim or I just needed him.

- And now I'll never know.

- Well, he loved you.

Do you get paid for being loved?

Well, uh, Jim would have said,

"hell, it's only money."

He would have wanted

you to have it.

Do you always say

the right thing, Mike?

Mmm, no not always.

Now, do we have that settled?

Ok maybe we can

get some work done, huh?

Uh, listen uh...

Make yourself at home.

We'll be back about 7:00

to take you to dinner.

- Thanks.

- See you then.

Bye.

Should have known it was you.

You have our reservations?

You didn't phone.

Well, I guess we better go someplace else.

If you get hungry, come back.

- I'm hungry.

- Maybe I can get you a table.

That's sweet.

Lindy, this is Holly macgregor.

Holly, Lindy Bonaparte

- hi.

- Hi.

- Bonaparte?

- Yeah, husband's name.

Only thing he left me.

And this watch. Come on.

- Hi, spike.

- Hello, Mike

- hi, spike.

- Hello, pat.

Hi, pat.

Here, Holly.

Thank you.

- By the way, pat.

- Hmm?

Last Friday night after you

left here,

I found this

lighter on your table.

- It's got Jim's initials on it.

Yeah, it was his.

- Here.

- You keep it.

No. I got all

the mementos I can use.

Maybe somebody could,

you know...

How about the girl he was going to marry?

The one he was expecting here.

Looked all around the funeral and

didn't see any strange faces.

I guess she didn't get here.

She got here. She just

didn't go to the funeral.

Oh, what kind of a girl would...

Me and my big mouth.

You're the girl, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

Sorry.

Well, you must be ok. Or you

wouldn't be here with them.

I spoke out of turn.

I'll see you later.

Mr. kazarian?

Yeah.

I wonder if we could talk

with you for a minute.

You guys don't waste any time, do you'?

Well, it's just that...

Yeah, I know, I know. Alright, let's

go right over here.

Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

- Who are they?

- Uh, race drivers.

After Jim's job, aren't they?

Oh, sure.

I suppose somebody's

got to take his place.

I can't figure you.

Why?

Well, you said somebody's got

to take his place.

That makes sense.

This morning you said Jim died

because you were bad luck.

Well, that doesn't

make sense at all.

Jim died because he was running

too fast over the red line.

Engine blew, locked up,

and he lost control.

Well, that sounds to me like

it was his fault, not yours.

Mike, if what happened to me

happened to you,

how do you think you'd feel?

I can't answer that, but i

know somebody who could.

That girl you just met, Lindy,

the one who owns this place?

Well, she was married to a

driver and he was killed.

She fell for another guy. He was a

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