"You Ok Miss?" Her distress obvious to the driver.
"Just out of breath..." She gives him $50 from the rolled up cash, "Just take me as far away as this thing goes."
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"Hello Josh. Good to see you again. You have news?" She's accented but her English is perfect and has an American twang.
Josh explains that they're getting close. The bag, the psychic, the homeless man and the Iranian Aunt form an incongruous posse in search of a woman who has no idea they exist.
"We think she's somewhere in Van Nuys." Silverman declares, "Probably laying low, looks like she had a little trouble in Miami, came as far west as she could and decided to get lost here. But now we have the pictures, the insight of Mr Thompson, the testimony of Mr Rodrigues, we're on her tail again."
Tala sits and tears well in her eyes. Clearly relieved that there's at least a sign of life. Rick is excited, he's fantasised over this woman long enough and catches a glimpse of his poorly shaven reflection in the window.
"Right." Silverman claps his hands with a smack. "Let's get on it."
"No wait. I don't want to hurt you. I'm here to help."