So you didn't hear anything unusual? Nothing. And where were you going when you found the victim? I don't speak. Uh, in the movies, no. But here in the real world, you speak. You just did. I'm saying nothing more. Five hours we've been here. For the umpteenth time, I was going home from work. Victor was walking me to my car. And what is your work? I'm Marilyn. How is that your work? I stand on the street. People take photos of me and give me tips. Why? I don't know. Where are you from? What are you staring at? You. What's your real name? Norma Jean Baker. What's your real real name? Yolanda Quinn. Yolanda, you don't actually look very much like Marilyn at all. You do this kind of work 'cause you feel a deep connection with her, yeah? I guess. Yeah. She was a lonesome soul, poor woman. Longed for affection, attention, acceptance. She got it. She came out here, and she worked hard, and she struggled, and she got it. All the love and respect that she longed for. And you can, too. You will. You will, Yolanda, if you do the right thing now. What thing? Hand over the valet ticket, Yolanda, that you stole from the dead man.