"This is Nick West." "Talk to me, Linda." "Nick..." "I don't think my husband loves me anymore." "Are you sure?" "He doesn't pay any attention to me." "How can he ignore such an incredible voice?" "He's gotta be crazy." "Sometimes I think he is." "And, you know, when we make love, there's no foreplay." "He doesn't even kiss me or touch me tenderly." "There's no passion." "How can he torture you like that?" "He doesn't even look at me." "I'd never take my eyes off you." "Oh, Nick." "If we were alone together, do you know what I'd do?" "What?" "I'd turn the lights down low and kiss you ever so softly." "I'd kiss your lips, your eyes, your face..." "Move my lips down your throat to your breasts." "Then I'd peel off your clothes, button by button, kissing every inch of you, exploring every curve until I knew you by heart." "Oh, yes." "Keep going." "And then you'd undress me." "You'd hold me tight, getting me ready, so I could give you everything I've got." "Ohhh..." "Nick, I want you to make love to me." "Open your legs, Linda." "Put me inside." "Oh, baby, you're there." "You're there, Nick." "Oh, god, Linda." "You feel so good." "Oh, Nick." "You do things to me on the phone." "My husband can't even do in person." "Ohhh..." "Oh, yeah..." "Oh, yeah!" "Damn!" "What?" "My husband's home." "My husband's home, and he's gonna kill me if he finds me talking to you on the phone." "He'll never see me the way that you do." "Then leave the asshole." "You're too good for him." "Oh, Nick." "Thanks." "I love you." "Yeah, 'bye." "Elaine, bored, on 2." "This is Nick West." "Talk to me, Elaine." "I'm bored." "That's terrible." "I had a date tonight, but I was stood up." "He ought to be shot." "So now you're all alone?" "Uh-huh." "I bet you're wearing something hot, too." "Yes, I have a brand-new robe." "What else, Elaine?" "Just my panties." "What color are they, Elaine?" " Black." " Oh, I love black." "I wish you were here to see them." "But I am, baby." "I'm right beside you." "Now I'm leaning over..." "Nibbling on your ear." "Mmm." "That feels good." "What happens next?" "Take your panties off." "Now what?" "Now I'm putting my hand on your leg and slowly sliding it under your dress, closer..." "Higher..." "I want to see." "Ohh..." "Now what am I doing?" "You're touching me there." "Ohh..." "Are your nipples hard, Elaine?" "Yes." "God, look how wet you are." "Let me taste you." "Oh, my God." "It feels so good." "You know what I like." "I know everything you like." "Do you know what I like?" "Yes." "I'm taking you in my mouth." "Oh, you do know." "Oh, God." "That feels good." "I'm right there, Elaine." "Don't stop." "Deeper." "Almost there." "Almost there." "Just you and me." "Ah, God!" "I just broke my coffee mug." "You see what you do to me?" "Elaine?" "Elaine?" "I should get a 900 number." "Ohhh..." "You've got John, the asshole, on 4." "This is Nick West." "Talk to me, John." "West..." "You make me want to puke, you asshole." "What's your problem?" "You're a goddamned sexist hypocrite!" "You let all these screwed-up broads cry on your shoulder." "Just so you can go out and nail 'em." " You know what else?" " Enlighten me." "You feed 'em crap about candlelight dinners." "And romance, and it screws up their thinking." "How's that?" "All women are here for only one reason, buddy, and it ain't to cook!" "You make 'em want more." "You feed all this garbage into their head about love." "It's a bunch of crap!" "Crap!" "You know, I should be thankful for bozos like you." "No wonder so many girls are calling me." "For your information, Johnny boy, I love women." "I love making 'em feel special and beautiful, because they deserve to feel that way." "And, yes, I want to make love to every woman in the whole goddamned world." "I love women." "Tell me something, John." "Have you ever really made love to a woman?" "I mean, have you caressed her?" "Have you whispered sweet nothings into her ear?" "Have you made sure she was as satisfied as you are?" "Held her until you both fell asleep?" "You know, you ought to try it sometime, when you have more than five minutes to spare." "You don't think I know how to treat women?" "I'm saying your the best argument for lesbianism that I've run across in a long time." "Why you son of a..." "How time flies." "It's 1:00 o'clock already." "So lie back, relax, let your fantasies carry you through the night." "We'll be back on the air tomorrow evening with more stimulating conversation." "Until then, this is Nick West for Radio KHPY signing off." "Good night, everybody." "I don't ever want you doing that again!" "Yeah, you do that." "What's bugging you?" "You've been in a bad mood all week." "I just had some bad news." "I'll work it out." "Can I help?" "Stop it." "You know your shit doesn't work with me." "That's what I like about you, Bridget." "You keep my head from swelling." "You have enough other places getting swollen already." " Cute." " Hey, I got to stay in practice for the day you get thrown out of this place." "Me, fired?" "Hah!" "Uh-huh." "I heard all about the kinky little sex orgies you had at the other station." "Like the night you invited all your lady callers up, got naked, shit-faced, lost control, and trashed the whole booth." "The past is the past." "I'm in control now." "Yeah." "I can see that." "Okay." "So shoot me." "What's in this thing, anyway?" "Iced tea." "Yeah, right." "You're hopeless." "Good night, Bridget." "Another "iced tea," will you, Cinnamon?" ""Women are good for one thing,"" ""and it ain't cooking"?" "I do bring out the best in people, don't I?" "You should settle down, Nick." "Look at you." "You're irresponsible, immature, egotistical." "You think it's a sin to go ho alone." "It's gonna get you in trouble one of these days." "What are you doing tonight, Cinnamon?" "Let's not fuck up a good friendship." "I bet you were more fun when you were a stripper." "No, I wasn't." "You're Nick West, aren't you?" "What gave it away?" "God, your voice." "I never miss your show." "Do you have a minute?" "I need to talk to you." "Yeah, sure." "What's your name?" "Marilyn." "It's my boss." "He's a little possessive." "He thinks I'm cheating on him." "Your boss?" "It's kind of complicated." "I mean, don't get me wrong." "He really wants the best for all of us." "He always has the best clothes, booze, jewelry." "God, I even saw him pay $10 grand for a box of cigars last week." "But when you work for Vincent, he always wants to know where you are and what you're doing." "Marilyn, do yourself a favor." "Get another job." "It's not that easy." "He doesn't like losing his girls." "What exactly do you do?" "I'm an exotic dancer." "And I told him, "a girl should be free"" ""to live her own life and make her own choices"..." "Like you say on your show, Nick." "But it just upsets him." "Get another job anyway." "Damn!" "I don't believe this." "Good evening, gentlemen." "Well, my dear." "I was concerned about you." "It's my night off, Vincent." "Yes, but you didn't tell us where you were going, did you?" "Who's this?" "It's Nick West." "I just met him, honest." "Ah, Nick West." "Yes, I believe I've heard of you." "You're the radio gentleman." "Marilyn, you should be more careful whose company you keep." "This man's advice is generally misguided." "Shall we go, my dear?" "Joseph." "You're hurting me!" "Vincent..." "Hey, why don't you and Godzilla just relax, have a beer, and just let the lady enjoy her night off?" "More ill-advised counsel." "Maybe with a broken jaw you wouldn't give so much advice." "Marilyn." "Why don't you guys just run along, huh?" "Mr. Miceli?" "It's all right, Joseph." "We'll meet again, Mr. West." "I guarantee it." "You stupid jerk!" "You could have gotten yourself killed." "I hope she's worth it." "Lock up when you're done." "Ahh..." "Ahh..." "Oh..." "Ahh..." "You know, it's not a good idea to quit on Vincent and stick around." "It's funny." "The problems I left back home don't seem so bad now." " Where is home?" " Boise." "Why don't you go back?" "Hey." "If you need it, I can help you." "Ah!" "Any calls waiting?" "Um... yeah." "Only about 20." "Try and behave yourself tonight, okay?" "I'm just giving the people what they want." "Okay." "Who have we got first?" "Line 2 sounds interesting." "You're on in 5, 4, 3..." " Go, Nick." " Good evening, everybody." "This is Radio KHPY, and I'm Nick West." "It's gonna be tough to top last night, but I have extreme confidence in you." "So let's get to it." "You're on the air." "Talk to me." "You know what?" "I don't like you." "I'd be worried if you did." "Hey, Nick." "I bet you, you'd screw anything that moves, you sick fuck." "Perverts like you, all you do is jack off." "Sounds like the sanitarium has a new phone line." "What can we do for you this evening, sir?" "You can step in front of my shotgun and die, dickface." "are you jacking off right now, sick-shit?" "It must take a lot of guts to be tough on the phone." "I bet you run trains with little boys, you faggot!" "Jesus, I'm so sick of guys like you." "Your lives are so pitifully empty that you've gotta put the blame on somebody else." "So you shovel it onto your wives or your girlfriends." "Then you get on my case because I try to make 'em happy." "Well, I got news for you, pal." "I'm not gonna take this crap anymore." "So do me a favor." "Put on another dirty movie and grab ahold of what's really bothering you, and leave me alone." "Millie... 35-year-old virgin, on 1." "This is Nick West." "Talk to me, Millie." "Hi, Nick." "It's Honey." "Bridget, what's going on?" "You need a hearing aid?" "She told me her name was Millie." "Don't blame your little worker, Nick." "She just thinks I'm taking up too much of your time." "So I had to fib a little to get through." "Excuse me, Honey, but saying you're a virgin isn't a little fib." "You give me 10 minutes, Nick, and I'll show you why virginity is so overrated." "Promises, promises." "When are you gonna stop talking and deliver?" "Anytime, anyplace, Nick." "Yeah." "If I know you, the more public, the better." "Damn straight." "I adore having an audience." "When are you gonna deliver?" "Well..." "I seem to recall that you already have a lover, a very jealous one, too." "Oh, yeah." "Yeah." "You told me you were having trouble ending it." "Huh." "Well, I sent a letter a couple of days ago, saying that I wanted to date some new guys..." "But it went over real bad." "Well, what happened?" "It was pretty intense:" "A lot of yelling and threatening." "Nick..." "I'm being smothered." "I want out!" "I have so much catching up to do." "Then show this guy that you mean business." "Make a statement." "I'm sure you can come up with some way to let this guy know that he's history." "Oh, you just watch me." "Good luck, Honey." "Gina..." "Football widow, on 2." "This is Nick West." "Talk to me, Gina." "Nick, I'm so lonely." "All I want to do is make love with my husband, and all he wants to do is watch goddamned football..." "Nick, I am so tired of the missionary position." "We have Candy, frustrated, on line 6." "I'm so frustrated..." "It seems like women these days just want to lay." "On their back in the missionary position..." "I don't like you..." "Monique, nymphomaniac, on 5." "Nick, I'm an emotional wreck..." "Doreen, if the neighbors are screwing with the curtains open, it's because they want to be seen." "Just settle back and enjoy the free show." "I sure would." "If they do it again, what the hell..." "Call up and give us a play-by-play." "It's 12:30 now." "Time for our seventh inning stretch." "Bridget, if you please." "I'm Honey." "Honey?" "Honey!" "I was wondering what you looked like." "Same here." "Uh, not that it matters, but how did you get in?" "The guy was locking up and leaving." "I told I him I was a very special guest." "You know, he didn't seem too surprised." "Nick, you're on in 15 seconds." "Bridget, how long is that music tape?" "It's about half an hour long." "Why don't you just take the rest of the night off?" "I'll wrap everything up here." "You just can't help yourself, can you?" "Hi, everybody." "I've just been joined by Honey, who called us earlier." "She has a personal problem that requires immediate attention." "So I'm gonna take a little break here and leave you with some music to keep you company until I get back." "Did your lover know you came?" "Nobody knew..." "Until now." "Yeah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" "I want you to do something." "I want you to do something very special." "I want you to tie me up." "Okay?" "Ohhh!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Oh." "Honey." "Honey." "Oh, my God." "Oh, my God." "Oh, no!" "No!" "No!" "...saying that the well-known underground sex jock, Nick West, apparently cracked on the air, allegedly committing a sensational sex murder while thousands of astonished radio..." "Nick, what happened?" "I don't know." "Somebody knocked me out." "When I woke up, she was dead." "Why did you run?" "Because I heard sirens." "I was scared." "If I'd stuck around, I'd be in jail right now." "Cinnamon, you gotta believe me." "I do believe you." "Look, why don't you just stay here tonight?" "The cops have already been here." "It's safe." "I'll be back tomorrow." "Cinnamon..." "Thanks." "Police are combing the city in search of Nick West, host of the underground radio talk show "Talk to Me,"" "in connection with the strangulation murder late last night of Honey Daniels, a stripper who worked at the Nirvana Club." "Scores of listeners reported hearing West engage in sex with Ms. Daniels on the air, then apparently lose control in the throes of passion and kill her." "Detective Lt. Clint Jackson is heading the investigation." "This shows lack of leadership and lack of authority." "We all should have seen this coming." "These girls, they pour out their innermost secrets, which make them easy targets for any smooth-talking, sex-crazed deviant who wants to take advantage of them." "Well, his little world's come to an end, and we will get him." "That's all I got to say right now." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "From radio station KHPY, this is Sandra Mitchell." "Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?" "This guy's trying to fry me." "What are you doing here so early?" "I had some cleaning up to do." "Here." "I brought you something to eat." "Thanks, Cin, but I'm not very hungry." "Oh, God." "I don't know what to do." "How well did you know this Honey?" "I didn't." "I didn't even know she was a stripper until just now." "Think about it, Nick." "She's been calling you for months." "What did you talk about?" "Sex." "What else?" "She said she was dumping her boyfriend and that he was pissed off." "Hell, maybe he heard us on the air and came to the station and killed her." "You think Honey's lover is setting you up?" "Somebody is." "No." "It couldn't be him, because Honey said she didn't tell anybody she was coming." "Maybe she was lying." "I don't know." "I'll be back." "Where are you going?" "Look, just lay low." "We can't do anything until tonight, anyway." "KHPY Radio." " It's me." " I've been worried sick about you!" "I called because I wanted to let you know that I didn't do it." "Where are you?" "Are you safe?" "I'm at Cinnamon's bar." "I shouldn't have left you alone with Honey last night." "It just didn't feel right." "Stop it." "It's done." "How are things down there?" "The cops have been here all day, but I've been playing dumb about you." "Good girl." "They want me to fill in for you on the show." "You don't mind, do you?" "No." "Don't get too comfortable." "I plan on being back." "I won't." "Be careful, Nick." "I will." "Thanks, Bridget." "Wow." "Remember, I was a stripper in a former life." "If I'm gonna find anything out," "I'm gonna have to blend in." "Why are you doing this?" "I don't know." "Let's go." "That guy in the front row was begging for it." "Let's bump into him in the parking lot, see if we can make an extra $100." "Ain't there a law against that?" "Cinnamon!" "Hi!" "Just coming back for a visit?" "Just checking out the old neighborhood." " You look great." " Thanks." "Everyone's always asking about you." "If you come back, I bet Vincent will give you top billing." "Was she in trouble?" "drugs, gambling." "She couldn't get enough." "She owed Vincent a bundle." "Vincent said he was gonna have her take it out in trade." "You know, private parties, out-of-town guests." "But Honey wouldn't let him treat her like that." "She said she was quitting the club." "Nobody ever quits on Vincent." "This guy sounds promising:" "takes care of Honey and sets me up at the same time." "The name "Alex" ring any bells?" "How do you like it, asshole?" "Mr. Miceli would be very unhappy if you didn't stop by and say hello." "Now, fuckface." "Hey, easy, easy." "Come on." "Let's go." "Roxanne, it would crush me if you went away." "I wouldn't be able to look after you." "Vincent, I just want a little room to breathe." "You remember what happened to Ruthie after she left." "How horrible." "Excuse me, Mr. Miceli." "I found these two backstage." "It's all right, Joseph." "Roxanne and I were just about to say good-bye." "Vincent, it was wrong of me to be so selfish." "Please forgive me." "Of course, I do." "You know, I only want what's best for you." "Go on, now." "Well, Mr. West." "I heard you were a lady-killer, but I had no idea." "Cinnamon, I'm really shocked to see you spending so much time with this person." "Why don't you make a comeback and work for me?" "I don't like the fringe benefits." "Mr. West, you've been responsible for me losing two of my girls, and now you have the effrontery to invade my privacy." "I would get a lot of enjoyment out of Joseph here eviscerating you." "But I have a better idea." "Yes." "Would you please tell detective Jackson," "Mr. Miceli of Nirvana has Nick West." "Yes, Nick West." "No." "I can assure you he will not get away." "Well, I wonder what the police will do when I tell 'em how you terrorize your girls." "There is nothing wrong about the way I treat my girls." "What about after they quit?" "It's a harsh world, Mr. West." "Honey wanted to quit, didn't she?" "Are you suggesting that I had something to do with her death?" "Mr. West, last night I was here at the Nirvana with Joseph and in front of many witnesses." "I wasn't even listening to your sorry little show." "I think it's really degrading the way you treat these vulnerable, defenseless young ladies." "You're right." "You're absolutely right." "Scaring the shit out of them is far less degrading." "Good evening, Mr. Miceli." "I brought you cigars." "Oh, Edgar." "What a pleasant surprise." "I hadn't expected you until tomorrow." "Excellent." "Joseph, would you take these over to the bar and lock them up, please?" "Sure thing, Mr. Miceli." "I'll put them away." "Must be expensive cigars." "Mr. Miceli, there's been a change in plans." "Please, Edgar." "I have guests." "I wouldn't bother you now, but Mr. Sanchez..." "Joe, would you please escort our guests outside." "They can wait for their ride there." "Edgar and I have business to discuss." "Sure thing, Mr. Miceli." "Be discreet, Joseph." "Hey, Vincent." "What kind of cigars are those, anyway?" "You know what curiosity did to the cat." "It fucking killed him." "Please, sit down." "Now, what's Sanchez's problem?" "He wants a raise." " Let me get my purse." " Forget about it." "The cops are hauling me off to jail." "I'm gonna need my I.D." " Hurry up!" " Would you lighten up, huh?" "Let him go." "Why you slut, bitch, whore!" "Don't do it." "Nick, get his gun." "Let's go." "No, Nick." "I didn't save your ass last night so we could go to jail." " Shut up!" " Blow me!" "I didn't come all this way so you could get caught now." "Go!" "Go, go." "Yeah, listen to her." "That's it." "That's it." "All right, move it." "I'm gonna take that gun and stick it right up your ass." "I've got two bitches." "I can't bang either one." "What are you gonna do with that, huh?" "Nick, Nick!" "The cops found you, didn't they?" "Come on." "Our car's over here." " Warm it up." " Are you nuts?" "Hey, Jackson." "Jackson here." "Who is this?" "Would it help any if I told you you were looking for the wrong guy?" "Fucking West." "West, you'd better give it up." "I'm going to nail your ass." "Listen, Jackson." "Get a search warrant." "Take a look in the cigar box locked in Vincent's bar safe." "You'll be promoted overnight." "I promise you." "Got to go!" "West." "West!" "Get outside." "He's here." "He's got a fucking radio." "Move over!" "Shit." "Cops." "What the hell are they doing back here?" "Maybe Vincent told them that you're with Cinnamon." "I don't know." "These guys look like they've been sleeping for a while." "Just go." "Well, Nick, welcome to our humble home." "Make yourself comfortable." "Thanks, you guys, but I don't think I should be here." "I mean, if they catch me, you're just gonna get into trouble." "That is so sweet of you to think of us that way, but you don't have to." "We can take care of ourselves." "So shut up and relax." "You're staying." "You look so tired." "Maybe there's something that we can do to help you sleep." "In the same room with you two?" "I don't think I could sleep if I tried." "Then you better make the best out of staying awake." "It's just not fair." "Nick's been so wonderful to all of us." "He listens." "He cares." "How could the police think that he killed Honey?" "We just have to keep hoping for the best, all of us." "I can't help wondering where he is and what he's doing." "He must be so alone." "Murder suspect Nick West was spotted here at the nirvana club last night, but he managed to elude police and escape." "Another manhunt is underway for the club's owner, Vincent Miceli." "Acting on a tip from West, police found a pound of heroin stashed in a box of cigars in the bar safe." "His bodyguard, Joseph Lamberta, gunned down an officer, enabling Miceli to escape, and he's being held without bail." "The incident has again raised questions whether Nirvana should be closed permanently, due to an unsavory reputation." "Vincent will be after your ass now." "What are you gonna do?" "Work faster." "Can I borrow your phone?" "Sure." "It's right over there." "We need to be getting in the shower, anyways." "We have to look for a new job today." "Yeah." "Let's check out the other side of town." "Yeah, hi." "Is Alex there?" "This isn't a personal phone call." "I just want..." "Yeah." "What's your address?" "Okay." "Uh..." "Send Alex to 225 Maple," "Apartment 10." "Yeah, Walter Jones." "Uh, that's fine." "Great." "Thank you." "Hello?" "Listen, Nick." "You can't go to the bar tonight." "The police are watching it." "Probably Vincent, too." "Yeah, I know." "We saw them there last night." "By the way, you were pretty amazing." "I know." "Can you believe that?" "I hit that guy over the head." "He was out cold." "I'm at this hotel at Fifth and the Freeway." "Room 123." "Oh, and Bridget called." "She left a message for you." "She's worried." "Yeah, she's a sweetie, isn't she?" "I'm gonna check out this "Alex" guy." "I'll be by the motel later." "Nick... be careful." "Hi." "Hi." "Uh, Kit and Lila aren't here right now." "But I'm here to see Walter Jones." "You're Alex?" "What were you expecting?" "Somebody else." "I hope I'll do." "Perfectly." "Um, why don't you come on in?" "Have a seat." "Thank you." "Um, I don't really want a massage." "I just want to ask you a couple of questions." "Um, you knew Honey Daniels, right?" "You're Nick West!" "Yeah." "Really?" "Wow!" "You're not gonna call the police, are you?" "No way." "I think you're great." "I listen to your show all the time." "You make girls feel happy." "I think it's wonderful." " You're not a murderer." " Thanks." "The reason I asked for you is I saw your name on the message board at the Nirvana Club." "I'm trying to find out who Honey's last lover was." "I'm certainly not the one." "It's been over between us for months." "You and Honey were lovers?" "Uh-huh." "Until she got bored with me." "Why'd you call her, then?" "Because she was a great lay." "I guess you didn't kill her, then." "I'm sorry to disappoint you." "I was at a party." "We all heard it." "I've been a fan of yours ever since I can remember." "From the first time I heard your words on the radio show..." "I've been a fan ever since." "I don't think this is such a good idea." "Oh, yeah?" "If you stop me, I will call the police." "Since you put it that way." "Who is it?" "Why don't I just yell it out so everybody else can hear?" "You idiot." "Where the hell have you been?" "I was interviewing Alex." "So?" "Is he your man?" "Alex is a woman." "It figures." "She was one of Honey's lovers, but she didn't do it." "So who did it?" "Vincent or Honey's mystery lover?" "What if Vincent was Honey's lover?" "That'd be convenient." "How do we find out?" "Maybe Honey can help." "What would you like to say to him?" "I'd just like to say, Nick, we're all with you." "We love you and we believe in you." "That's very sweet." "I'm sure thoughts like that are very comforting for Nick." "We'll be back in a while." "KHPY Radio." "You're doing a great job, Bridget." "I think I'm jealous." "Nick!" "I was worried about you, Nick." "I couldn't get ahold of Cinnamon today." "We had to change locations." "I need you to do me a favor." "Pull all the air tapes from the show from the last two months." "What do you want them for?" "I need to listen to all of Honey's calls to see if she ever mentioned who her lover was." "I think it might be Vincent Miceli." "Oh, that's the guy the cops are after." "Did he kill her?" "I sure hope so, because if he didn't, it could be anybody." "I just found out Honey was bi." "Yeah." "I never thought of that." "Can't I just go through the tapes for you?" "No." "I don't want you to get involved." "At least let me bring them to you." "No." "It's too much of a risk." "Are there any cops hanging around down there?" "No, it's clear." "Why don't you leave the tapes in my booth after you sign off." "I'll pick 'em up later." "Okay." "Be careful, Nick." "You bet." "Thanks, Bridget." "Any last words, Mr. West?" "How'd you know I'd be here?" "It's scarcely important to you at this point." "Doing your own dirty work, huh?" "I haven't forgotten how to take care of things by myself." "Killing me's not gonna do you any good." "They'll go easier on you if you just take me in." "Frankly, Mr. West, I don't give a damn." "You screwed me." "Now I'm gonna screw you." "Oh!" "Shit!" "Put it down." "Put it down!" "Get down." "Get down!" "God!" "Does the fucking world know I'm here?" "Someone out there hates you as much as I do." "I got a phone tip." "How many of you are there?" "I'm alone." "Hell of a way to run a murder investigation." "Anonymous tips are usually wild goose chases." "Where are you parked?" "In the back." "Get up." "Did you ever have one of those weeks when nothing seems to go right?" "Jackson, I didn't kill Honey." "The whole city heard you kill the girl." "Somebody snuck up behind me and knocked me out." "Vincent Miceli's in the next room." "He's dead, too." "I suppose you didn't kill him, either." " It was self-defense." " Any witnesses?" "No." "You really are having a bad week." "So what's in the bag there?" "Incriminating evidence?" "These are tapes from my show." "I'm trying to find proof that somebody else killed Honey." "Unfortunately, Vincent was my main suspect." "Shooting Vincent didn't help your case any." "Why don't you believe me?" "Why don't you give me a reason?" "Get in." "Get in." "You really think I'm gonna shoot you, don't you?" "Why wouldn't you?" "I'm not a killer." "Who is it?" "Me." "Nick, you're all over the radio." "You really kidnapped that detective, didn't you?" "Oh, God." "No." "I just tried to get him to listen to me." "He looked at me like I should be taken out and shot." "Does everybody see me the same way?" "I'm just this egotistical asshole on the radio." "Nick, when was the last time you took a good look at yourself?" "You know, you have this incredible power when you're on the radio." "But you're using your show as your own personal dating service." "You have no conception of what it's like to be a mature, responsible adult." "Hey, at least I make women happy." "That's more than most guys can say." "No." "You keep women from looking at reality." "You're a fantasy come to life for them." "So you think I should just be taken out and strung up for a murder I didn't commit?" "What I'm saying is, you shouldn't be surprised when people assume the worst about you." "If I'm such a worthless bastard, why do you put up with me?" "You need a friend." "I don't know if I know how to be a friend." "Well, you're about to learn." "...and I listen to your voice talking to me." "Good morning." "Are you hungry?" "Mmm." "Sometimes I almost come out of my skin." "There's some breakfast on the counter." "Help me." "Okay." "Where'd you get that thing?" "...seducing me, making love." "It's not for you to worry about." "Here." "Get out of those clothes." "If I'm gonna be stuck with you for God knows how long, you're gonna have to smell better than you do now." "You didn't have to listen to that." "Yes, I did." "It doesn't matter what kind of girl she was." "She didn't deserve to die." "How long was it?" "Nine minutes from the time she was on the mic to the time she was killed." "So the killer lives within nine minutes of the station." "Or was in a car in the area." "Oh, you're right." "Dammit!" "Two days of this shit, and we're no closer than when we started." "Too bad we can't get ahold of the "Dear John" letter that Honey sent." "It's too bad we can't get ahold of a crystal ball and find out who did it." "Now's not the time to get frustrated." "Lie down." "Roll over." "Oh, God." "Relax." "Oh, that feels good." "If this shit wasn't happening," "I'd be on the air right now." "You'll be back soon." "Let's see how the rookie's doing." "We're back." "You're listening to "Talk to Me,"" "and I'm Bridget Masters." "On the line is Carrie." "What's on your mind?" "She's trying to sound like you." "Give her a chance." "Nick was such a wonderful man." "How could he have lied to us?" "Nick took us all by surprise." "He acted like he cared, but he was using your trust to take advantage of you... of all women." "What the hell is she talking about?" "We have to learn to accept it." "He was no better than any other man." "Just how badly does she want her own show?" "What?" "Think about it!" "Vincent knew you were gonna be at the station that night." "The only other person that knew was Bridget; right?" "Come on!" "She doesn't even know Vincent." "She knew you were gonna be at the bar that night, and the police showed up." "She likes me." "She's a great girl." "Think about it!" "She's playing you like a violin." "That stupid little show isn't worth killing people for." "Then maybe she's doing it for another reason." "There she is." "How could she know Honey?" "She screens all the calls on my show." "They might have met on the phone." "Do you think she's the one?" "I need Kit's number." "Excuse me." "Are you the one to see about the job?" "Job?" "I'm afraid we're not hiring right now." "I can't believe it's really you!" "I recognize the voice." "Really?" "I mean, ever since you took over for that asshole Nick West, the show's a lot better!" "And I love listening to you." "I mean, you understand what it's like to be a woman in a man's world." "You really know what women need... what they want." "What's your name?" "Kit." "I'd like to talk to you some more about the show and... other things." "Are you busy for dinner, Kit?" "Oh, baby..." "Yes." "Oh... yes." "Yes!" "Oh..." "Hi." "What happened?" "What's this?" "She had a bunch more just like them from other women who dumped her, all tied together in a little box." "This woman is sick." "Now all I've gotta do is prove that she's guilty and I'm innocent." "How are you gonna do that?" "By going down to the station tonight and getting her to confess on the air." "What?" "Even if you manage to get in there without getting caught, you have to get her to confess before the cops get there." "You're gonna blow it." "I got it all worked out." "Trust me." "Good evening." "It's 11:00 and you're listening to "Talk to Me."" "I'm Bridget Masters, your host." "Hello." "You're on the air." "Bridget, you've gotta help me." "I'm falling apart!" "What's wrong?" "I just got this letter from my girlfriend." "She wants to break it off." "I can't believe it." "I love her so much." "Just take a deep breath." "I'm with you." "Why does your girlfriend want to leave you?" "Well..." "let me read the letter." "Is that okay?" "Of course." "Go right ahead." ""Dear Bridget, I've been trying to tell you,"" ""but you won't listen." "It's over!"" ""You're nothing but an insecure, whiny,"" ""possessive little dyke who doesn't know when to quit ..."" "Somebody please call the police." "Nick West just broke in." "What are you so worried about?" "This'll be great for ratings." "What are you doing here?" "I think our listeners might like to hear the letter" "Honey wrote to her lover before she died..." "The letter addressed to you, Bridget." "Keep reading, Cin." ""You follow me everywhere." "You never stop calling me."" ""You throw a shit-fit when I talk to somebody else."" ""I've had it!" "I want to date men, so back off."" ""Leave me alone!" "Go to fucking hell for all I care."" ""You're sick, and I'm sorry I ever met you."" " Signed, Honey." " You bastard!" "Where did you get that?" "It doesn't prove anything!" "Oh, it proves you were Honey's lover and very possessive." "It also puts you within a 9-minute radius of the station, with a very good motive." "Who do you think you are, coming onto my show, accusing me of something that everybody in this whole goddamn town knows you did?" "Did you freak out like this when Honey dumped you?" "Jesus." "When she came up to the station that night to seduce me, you must have snapped like a twig." "It was a very good idea, though, Bridget." "Kill your little cheating lover, frame me, and get a new job at the same time." "Would somebody please call the police!" "You were the one who told Vincent" "I'd be at the station to pick up the tapes." "You knew he wanted me dead." "With me dead, you'd feel a lot safer, wouldn't you?" "And after Vincent killed me, Jackson would show up to arrest him." "Very clever, Bridget." "He's pointing a gun at me!" "He's gonna do it again!" "What was it like driving home that night, knowing what we were doing up here?" "You had to hear it, didn't you?" "So you turned on your radio and listened." "You listened to Honey and I make love, again and again, harder and harder, moaning and sweating..." "Your Honey with a man inside her." "How did that make you feel, Bridget?" "Losing out to a man?" "Would you stop it?" "God, she was frustrated." "She couldn't get out of her clothes fast enough." "It was like she'd never had it before." "Let's face it, Bridget." "You must have been a lousy lover." "You deserve this." "You chauvinist pig!" "Nine minutes exactly." "That does seem to be your breaking point." "You think you're so goddamned macho!" "All those nights I had to watch those pathetic girls lick your boots, begging for your favor." "You make me sick!" "Get her outta here." "We're all just sex machines to you, aren't we?" "Honey was the worst of them." "I had to put her in her place, and you, too!" "All of you!" "Bastard!" "Leave me alone." "Let me go!" "I guess I was wrong about you." "It looks like everybody else was, too." "Sorry." "Hi, everybody." "This is Nick West..." "Back where I belong." "Tonight..." "Let's talk about love."