This just doesn't seem to be your day.

Vernon Hightower, you got a dirty mind.

- Yeah? - Mr. Escobar?

Hi, it's me, Nadine Hightower.

I really hate to bother you. I just want to ask a favour of you.

- Listen, if it's money, I can't help you. - No, sir. No, sir.

It's not. Could I come in and talk to you for just a minute?

I'd love to, but I got an important client on his way over.

This'll only take a minute.

- It's about the photos you took of me. - Art studies. Those were art studies.

Yes, sir. But to tell you the truth...

...they were lots more artistic than I bargained for.

And the thing is, I'd like to have those photos back.

- Did you get paid? - Yes, sir, $22.

- Did I touch you? Lay a hand on you? - Well, no, sir.

Then you got no gripe with me. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go.

Mr. Escobar!

That day at the five-and-dime, when you come up...

...and told me you was a personal friend of Hugh Hefner...

...and you asked me to take those photos...