2 Days in the Valley Page #5

gonna kill Roy in my house.

I would have wanted to discuss it.

I've already been

through this with her.

Look, darlin', it's over.

There's no turnin' back.

Stay calm.

Follow the plan and everything

will happen as it should.

Is there someone else in on this,

somebody I should know about?

Why don't you tell me the truth?

Why do you keep torturing me?

Just tell her, Lee.

What's the difference?

Since you've been such a good sport,

I'm gonna put your mind at ease...

so you can sleep at night.

Yes, there is

another person involved.

He'll take the fall, but don't worry

about him talking because he's dead.

Everything will lead back to him,

and it will appear as if...

he was hired to kill your ex-husband

because of a drug deal gone bad.

Now, you know almost everything.

What else is there to know?

Becky.

Becky.

We have to keep

some secrets from you, don't we?

In case you forget to call us

when you get that insurance check.

Exactly.

He's coming.

Everybody, sit down.

What's going on?

This guy's holding us hostage.

Who is he?

He won't tell us his name,

but I know him from somewhere.

Everybody shut up.

Didn't I tell you to sit down?

Be smart.

Here's the situation.

When it gets dark,

we're all gonna take a ride.

- Not me! I have to lay down!

- Then you'll lay down in the trunk!

- Goin' where?

- You'll see when we get there.

I don't wanna shoot nobody...

but I will if it becomes

a necessity.

If everybody behaves,

nobody's gonna get hurt.

Miss Pollutzo,

you're gonna drive.

- Who's Pollutzo?

- That's my real last name.

- How does he know?

- She told him.

She's been with me for eight years.

I never knew she had another last name.

He meets her, and five seconds later,

they're bosom buddies!

- What are you doin'?

- I'm just taking some notes.

- He's a television writer.

- Put the f***in' pen down!

Could you talk slower?

- Don't!

- He's think I'm f***in' around.

You better tell him

I'm not f***in' around, Susan.

He's not f***in' around.

"He's not"...

- Gimme back the pen.

- Sit the f*** down!

- Gimme that back.

- Shut up!

Sit the f*** down!

Shut those f***in' dogs up!

Fore!

Goddamn it!

I've had it with you a**holes.

That is the third time

you've broken my f***in' window!

Whoa!

Get out from behind that tree.

Come out with your hands up!

I'm a police officer!

It wasn't me. It was him.

- Walk out!

- Where you going?

- Walk out!

- Okay, I'm comin'.

Don't shoot.

F***in' hack.

Son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch!

Aren't you and Lee engaged?

Yeah.

Why?

It doesn't bother him

that you slept with Roy?

I didn't sleep with Roy.

And Lee believes that...

that you just fooled around?

That really bothers you,

doesn't it?

No, I'll tell you what bothers me.

That he's gonna murder those detectives.

- What do you care about them?

- Roy was one thing.

He was a sh*t.

He treated me like sh*t. He was a rat.

He cheated on me our whole marriage,

and then he sued me for alimony.

I was paying him alimony.

Did you know that? No.

I don't give a sh*t about Roy.

But those detectives?

They were nice to me. I don't want to be

a part of them being killed.

Then you shouldn't have left

our money in your closet.

How was I supposed to know

you were gonna shoot Roy in my house?

- Don't raise your voice at me!

- Can't you call it off?

Now lower your voice,

you little b*tch.

What did you call me?

A b*tch?

Roy put up with a lot of sh*t too.

You were never supportive of his career.

Yours always came first.

You made your husband feel like sh*t.

That's why he cheated on you.

He deserved alimony.

You liked him.

You really liked him.

Of course I liked him.

Roy was a likable guy.

He knew how to treat a woman.

How would you know?

You were never there.

You were always too busy

training for your next event.

That's why your husband

went to other women.

His little "worm"...

couldn't even satisfy him in bed.

What the hell

are they doin' up there?

Maybe that's how they make love

in Tarzana.

You want walls?

You b*tch!

Maybe she'll give you

skiing lessons.

This girl is in great shape.

She ought to be.

Look at all this equipment.

In her bedroom.

Think she's a little obsessed?

Hey, that's what it takes to win.

You gotta be obsessed.

I admire her. She never won,

but she keeps on trying.

You know what bothers me

about all this?

This job is so clean,

so professional...

but he leaves

an empty cigarette pack.

I know we're Valley detectives,

but how stupid does he think we are?

Unless he doesn't care.

- You hear something?

- What?

I'm gonna check downstairs.

Carla?

Hello?

Hello.

You guys up there?

- Can I help you?

- Hi.

I'm Van Nuys vice.

My partner and I discovered

this crime scene this morning.

Right.

I thought I'd drop by

and see how things were going.

- We're kind of busy right now.

- Right. Listen.

I was curious.

You know that cigarette pack?

- Did you find that?

- Yes, I did.

- Good work.

- Well, thank you.

Thanks.

It's interesting, actually.

When I asked Miss Foxx about it,

her response was...

"It must be the killers.

It must belong to them."

What's your point?

I think that Becky Foxx

might be in on this.

- Really.

- Yes.

Maybe she hired the hit men.

I know.

It sounds farfetched, but she

and the victim were recently divorced.

Maybe that's something to check into.

Maybe the divorce was a messy thing.

But the fact that she said "them,"

it bothers me.

- What do you think?

- Interesting.

It's reaching,

but worth consideration.

Listen, would you be willing to do

a little legwork for us?

Absolutely. You name it.

Anything. What do you need?

I have to drive down

to the station...

see if the lab has an I.D. Print

of the cigarette pack.

Maybe you wanna ride along.

We could talk on the way.

Maybe you could find out

who that divorce lawyer was.

And I should check into

the insurance policies.

A lot of times these couples

get divorced...

and don't change the beneficiaries

on their policies right away.

Good idea. Come on.

Lee.

Becky shot me.

That b*tch shot me.

Help!

Let's go. Come on.

I don't think so.

Are you kiddin'?

You think I'm gonna shoot you?

Go ahead. Shoot me.

- Shoot me.

- Are you f***ing crazy?

I think he's suicidal.

We all have our flaws.

I had a bad feeling about you

right from the beginning.

- What if I shoot her?

- You harm her, and I'll kill you...

and I'm not f***in' around!

Point that gun somewhere else,

or you'll be sorry.

You'll come with me?

If you give me your word,

once we're safely out of the Valley...

you'll let everybody go.

You'd take this loser's word?

You can't believe him!

I'll take his word over yours.

It's been my experience,

more often than not...

that a loser has more honor

than a winner.

- I give you my word.

- Your word of honor?

You got it.

Come on, Bogey.

I'm telling you, there's not

enough room in the car.

Don't you start with me,

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