A Little Trip to Heaven Page #4

Who's body is down at the morgue?!

Just some drifter I ran into at Josie's.

Just one last con, Isold.

Just one last con.

This is gonna kill us, Kelvin.

Nyah!

I'm here to see Abe Holt.

Please.

Come in.

Right. Isold.

All right, then, you're here

to collect the death benefit.

Yeah.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

There was a no-fault clause in the policy.

What?

What's going on here?

May I draw your attention

to the highlighted section.

As you can see, it clearly states

that the death

must be a no-fault death.

"No-fault"?

An accident, like if the policy holder

was run over by a car.

What, like crashing into

a tunnel isn't enough?

That depends.

Depends?

That was... that was...

That was...

Before... before we got

the blood tests back.

It seems that...

the policy holder...

was driving under the influence of alcohol.

A DUI.

He was drunk?

Well, blood tests don't lie.

I know...

it's difficult.

Fifteen hundred dollars?

That's the bluebook on the Malibu.

I'm afraid that's the best I can do for you.

I need that money.

I'm sorry... Isold.

We're just... just... just

trying to run a business here. You know?

Yeah, I wonder what my

lawyer's gonna say about this.

Would you like to use my phone?

To call your lawyer?

Thor.

He's...

He's...

Kelvin's son.

I know that.

I need you to sign this document

in order to take the check.

Blood test on a charcoaled corpse.

That was brilliant.

The house always wins, right, Abe?

Isold!

Wait!

What's all this crap about blood tests!

The body was fried!

I just saved you there.

Insurance fraud is one thing.

Accessory to murder, that's another.

I haven't reported that Kelvin's

alive, but there is no money.

He's got Thor!

He took Thor?

I need that money!

Get me Mike Connor over

at Central Savings and Loan.

Mike... it's Abe Holt,

over at Quality Life.

I need you to put a hold on a

check for me 'till tomorrow.

Check number QLI 3245.

Okay, I got it.

Just a minute, please.

Is there a problem?

I'm sorry, there has been a

hold placed on this check.

You'll just have to come back tomorrow.

14, 20, 40, 60, 80...

fifteen hundred dollars.

And I need to open up a safety deposit box.

Come on.

Let's get out of here, yeah?

Come on.

OK, honey, let's get your clothes on.

What the f***?

What is this?

It's the bluebook on the Malibu.

Where the f*** is the rest of it?

Central Savings and Loan.

Go and get it yourself.

Come on.

We're gonna go home,

sweetie, okay? Yeah.

Where are you taking my son?

Your son? You mean Kelvin's son, don't you?

I'm Kelvin's sister, I'm next of kin.

What are you talking about?

You're dead, remember?

Thor belongs to me now.

Wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

Is that why you went through it all?

Changing my ID, marriage...

No, that was to get the cops off your back.

Anyway, it was your stupid idea.

Your forged the marriage papers.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Do you?

No!

I hope you're not bluffing.

Wait, wait, wait!

Please don't take Thor away from me!

Come on, little man.

Say goodbye!

No, Daddy!

Okay, get inside.

Wait!

Let the boy go.

F***!

You went too far.

Taking a boy from his mother.

His mother?

No, that b*tch ran away years ago, man.

Didn't she?

Isold's not his mother.

She's my f***ing sister, all right?

She's just looking after him.

I know that. But she's still the mother.

Let your son go.

Let him go, Kelvin.

Get out of the car, kid, come on.

Go on.

Nice and easy, nice and easy.

I want you to get out of

the car so we can talk.

Nice and easy.

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

Stop the car.

Stop the car now.

You shoot me, we both go down, all right?

But you let me go...

I'll split the money with you.

A million dollars.

There is no money. I switched

the insurance policies.

What do you mean?

I insured Frederick McBride.

You can't insure a dead man.

You brought him back to life.

William and Russle will ID your

body as Frederick McBride.

For them, Kelvin's dead.

So if I shoot, Isold collects a

million dollars over a dead husband.

Or give yourself up, and as far as I'm

concerned, that poor sap is Fred McBride...

I got you, you and Isold are millionaires?

The House has to pay out

every once in a while,

otherwise people will stop gambling.

Well, it looks like I'm pretty f***ed!

Stop! Stop!

Stop the car!

It's tragic.

One of our own involved

in your husband's death.

I don't get it.

Well,

as usual, we did a background search.

He came up absolutely clean.

Not even a parking ticket.

It seems Frederick McBride was a saint.

You can't imagine.

One million dollars.

This will settle things as we agreed.

Where's Daddy?

Go to sleep, buddy.

I can't.

Want me to sing to you?

Okay.

Little trip to Heaven On

the wings of your love

Banana moon Is shining in the sky

I feel like I'm in Heaven

When you're with me

I know that I'm in Heaven When you smile

And I don't have to take

No trip to outerspace

All I have to do Is look at your face

Before I know it,

I'm in orbit around you

I'm thanking my lucky stars

That I found you

When I see Your constellation

You're my inspiration

It's you

You're my north star

When I'm lost And feeling blue

The sun's breaking Through the clouds

Don't you know, Know it's true

Honey, all the other stars

Seem dim around you

I'm thanking my lucky stars

That I found you

When I see Your smiling face

Nothing's gonna take

Your place, it's you

And it's you, And it's you

And you

And it's you

I try to do it quietly

Not a whisper, More like a shock

I try To disorganize neatly

What to keep and

What to block

I'd shout like That old fly

In that window And wait

I wait for the moment To come

Or will I hesitate

There ain't no logic,

There ain't no plain

No roads you can travel Free from pain

I'm only a shoulder, I'm only a kiss

Good for comfort And cool for

The diss

The lord is my mom, She's my saint

I'm her troubled boy Unto the grave

I pretend she's blessing, Blessing me

Hoping that she Saves me from

This misery

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