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I saw them...

up at the Hacienda.

The day before the accident.

- Where?

- The Hacienda...

the hotel up in Ross.

I saw Stanton's red Porsche

out front...

right next

to the white Mercedes.

Wait a minute.

You're saying this guy

Stanton...

is the only person in

Marin County with a red Porsche?

Judith's the only one

with a white Mercedes?

Hey, do me a favor, OK?

You came this close

to being killed.

She didn't even

sprain her ankle.

You think about that.

She was thrown clear.

Was she falling...

or jumping?

Well?

May I help you?

Why, it's Mr. Merrick,

isn't it?

Rudy Costa, assistant manager.

It's so wonderful

to have you back, Mr. Merrick.

You look great!

You lost some weight...

but none the worse

for the accident.

Why, thank you.

Is there anything

I can do for you?

Maybe.

I'm looking for a woman...

who I think used to come here.

You know her?

Sure. But Mr. Merrick...

we are very discreet here,

as you know.

Mr. uh...

- Costa.

- Costa...

this is a very sensitive

situation for me.

I lost track of her when

I was in the hospital...

and I...

well, I'm sure you understand.

Sure.

But, uh, still...

Well...

for a while,

she used to come in every day.

Always in the afternoon,

as I recall...

and always

with the same gentleman.

But then it stopped.

What was the gentleman's name?

His name?

Yes, what was his name?

You know, I can't quite remem...

Wait a minute. It, uh...

it was Stanley something.

No... no...

it was Stanton.

Yes, that was it...

Stanton.

Good-looking guy,

kind of close-mouthed.

Discreet,

if you know what I mean.

He and the lady would always

arrive separately.

Mr. Merrick,

can I offer you a drink?

Thank you, Mr. Costa.

Thank you, Mr. Merrick...

and be sure to give

my kind regards to your wife.

My wife?

Here we are...

our new marina complex.

That's the Merrick-Scott Tower.

We got most of it rented off

at 42 bucks a square foot...

but the top five floors

are all ours.

That's great.

Yeah, you bet.

Very impressive, Jeb.

Well, it was your design, pal.

Aw, I didn't...

Don't you remember at first?

You had the E.P.A. guy...

so far up your ass,

you had heartburn.

Boy, the way

you handled that...

sheer poetry.

Really?

Your ticket, Jeb.

Thanks.

What did I do?

Homework. You found out

about the pretty young boy...

he was spending

his nights with...

when his wife thought

he was off working the files.

You had a friendly

little chat with him...

no more heartburn.

I was a real prince, huh?

Oh, prince of princes.

Now, Dan...

I'd like you to meet

your secretary Nancy Mercer.

Welcome back... Dan.

Thank you.

I really mean it.

It's ten after.

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