Victor Ziegler:
Bill... What the hell did you think you were doing there? I couldn't... I couldn't even begin to imagine how you'd even heard about it, let alone got yourself through the front door. And then I remembered seeing you talking with that prick piano player, Nick... or whatever the fuck his name was, at my party here the other night. And it didn't take much to figure out the rest.
Dr. Bill Harford:
It wasn't Nick's fault. It was mine.
Victor Ziegler:
Of course it was Nick's fault! If he hadn't mentioned this to you in the first place, none of this would have happened. I recommended that little cocksucker to those people, and now he's made me look like a complete asshole by telling you about it!
Dr. Bill Harford:
[humbly]
Victor... what can I say? I had absolutely no idea you were involved in any way.
Victor Ziegler:
I know you didn't, Bill. But I also know that you went to Nick's hotel this morning and spoke with the desk clerk.
Dr. Bill Harford:
How did you know that?
Victor Ziegler:
Because I had you followed.
Dr. Bill Harford:
You... you had me followed?
Victor Ziegler:
Okay, yes I had you followed. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry. But it was for your own good. I know you went to Nick's hotel looking for him and I know what the desk clerk told you. But what the desk clerk didn't tell you was that those two men with Nick... all they did was drive Nick to the airport and put him on a plane back to Seattle. I assure you that Nick is safely back home and he's probably banging Mrs. Nick as we speak.
Dr. Bill Harford:
The desk clerk said that Nick has a bruise on his face... a black eye. That he looked frightened as if he was just badly beaten up.
Victor Ziegler:
Yeah? Okay, so Nick had a bruise. But that's the least he deserved for telling you about that party the other night.
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