Blow Out

- That is the truth, isn't it?
- What difference does that make to you?

But it would make a great deal
of difference to his family.

All right.
Good. We'll slip you
and the girl out the back.

How about your place?
You don't wanna go home, do you?
- They told you who was in the car, right?
- Yeah.

Well, some smart reporter could
figure I was there too, you know?

They got my purse
with my name and address.

They're gonna be camped
on my doorstep.

What about my doorstep? I'm the one who
pulled you out of that wreck, didn't I?

Yeah, right.
Let's go to a motel.
First it's a drink, then it's my place,
now it's a motel.

Things are movin' fast tonight, Sally.
Stand here for a second.