Angel Heart Page #4

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Next time you get a delivery of a

chicken foot, you might need help.

As far as I'm concerned,

any dead chicken is a good chicken.

Only cops and bad news don't knock.

Only private d*cks sleep late.

Quite a dream you were having!

- I was on my way to Mandalay.

Sh*t! There's some leak up there!

Here! Is this your name?

That your hotel?

You're standing in it, ain't you?

- Your handwriting?

I think so.

Then perhaps you can tell us

why we found it in the hand

of a dead guitar player.

Toots Sweet is dead?

This one wasn't so quick,

this one took time.

How did he die?

Technically?

Asphyxiation by his own genitalia.

And not so technically?

They cut his dick off

and choked him with it.

Then redecorated his apartment

with his blood.

When did you see him? - I interviewed

him around 1:
00. - About what?

A missing person.

Who?

A guy who took a walk 12 years ago.

There was a photo of him and Toots.

- Who is the party you're looking for?

I can't say.

I'm working for a New York lawyer.

Name?

- Come on, man!

Winesap!

You want his number, his address?

Ask Tess Truehart over there,

it's in the book.

Under "W," genius! - Do you know

Ted Williams, the baseball player?

Alright, is that it, guys?

That's it.

You can go eat lunch,

but don't stroll too far.

Not until we talk to this lawyer.

Ever watch the "Mickey Mouse Club?"

Do you know what today is?

Today is Wednesday.

It's "anything can happen" day.

Hey man, do you want a tune?

Yeah, I got a tune for you.

Hiya, boys!

Same to you.

I'm getting kinda hungry.

Do you want to sell some of those?

- Sure, give me a sack.

Listen good! Margaret Krusemark's old

man wants you on the first train home.

Take that f***ing thing away from me!

Don't, or the dog will bite

your f***ing face clean off.

What happened to you?

A dog bit me.

So, what do you want?

Right now, I need a laundry.

Listen, Epiphiny...

- Epiphany.

There's something I want to ask you.

The other night I saw you and Toots

boogying with the cock-a-doodle.

Looked like you were having some party.

What's your problem?

It's a free country.

Not for chickens.

- Oh yeah, your thing about chickens.

Listen, Toots is...

Toots is dead.

- I know, I heard.

You set him up.

- No, I didn't.

You were the only one

that knew I was seeing Toots.

You sent the

gift-wrapped chicken foot, didn't you?

Toots had a big mouth.

I guess he did,

judging by what the cops found in it.

Quite a cute religion! - Nailing a man

to a cross ain't so cute either!

You've got to kill the chicken

to make the soup, eh?

We don't go around murdering people.

What about your Johnny Favorite?

Now you remember him after all.

- Yes, he was my father.

I'll pick the baby up later, okay?

- He'll be all right.

Anything you're holding out,

now is a good time to tell.

Nothing to tell.

Johnny never came back from the war.

Mama waited and Mama died.

Sad and simple.

There's too many dead bodies

floating around, even for Louisiana.

I'd tell your old man

to look out for you.

You do have a husband?

- No.

No?

Jesus, you've got beautiful eyes!

Really.

The kind of eyes

that tell what's going on inside.

Right now, you're scared.

- I'll manage.

Listen...

- Yes, I'll call you if I hear anything.

Call me if you don't.

Alright?

I have a message for you.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

I'm so glad you could come.

- I didn't know you were in town.

I'm speaking in Baton Rouge and thought

I'd catch up on your progress.

I'll tell you,

the progress ain't too good.

I've found out a lot of stuff,

but so far... no Johnny Favorite.

How unfortunate! - All I've got is a

belly full of hocus-pocus and...

Dead bodies, Mr. Cyphre.

Murders.

I got Fowler, Johnny's doctor,

bumped himself off.

This old voodoo guy Toots Sweet.

He got choked to death with a part of

the body meant for pissing with...

This is a church!

The whole thing has to do with

religion. It's very weird.

I don't understand it. It's ugly.

They say there's enough religion to

make men hate each other but not love.

Do they say that?

I'll tell you something. There wasn't

much love around for Johnny Favorite.

He was bad luck!

It's starting to rub off on me. I'm a

murder suspect already in two cases.

The police found my name

and my address in Toots Sweets' hand.

I know, Winesap told me.

You must be careful, Mr. Angel.

And the third murder?

I checked out Johnny's old society

girlfriend, Margaret Krusemark.

Do you know her?

- Vaguely.

Vaguely? I'm a little fed up

with f***ing vaguely.

"Vaguely" is putting a noose

around my neck and I'm choking, so...

Did you know her or not?

I knew about her,

but I never actually knew her.

Tell you what, she was doing my chart.

I gave her Johnny's birthday,

February 14th.

Except someone got to her and

took out their own Valentine's card.

They slit her open

and cut out her heart.

I guess she couldn't

predict the future for herself.

The future isn't what it used to be.

And your conclusions?

- I haven't any.

All I know is that Johnny is running

around bumping off everyone he knew.

And more and more,

it's me who's on the line for it.

I'm being set up

and it's scaring the sh*t out of me.

So why don't you just level with me

and tell me what the f*** is going on?

Just Johnny Favorite

and the debt that's owed to me.

I have old-fashioned ideas,

about honour.

An eye for an eye, things like that.

Who the f*** are you?

Watch your language!

I don't give a f***,

if this is a church.

I don't like churches.

- Are you an atheist?

Yes, I'm from Brooklyn.

I'll be in town for a day or two,

let me know what else you find,

and if you need more money...

- No!

But if I'm not careful,

that 5,000 bucks you gave me could

buy me a seat on the electric chair.

Frightened eyes never lie.

Come on! Come inside!

Where's your child?

- He's at Mincie's. She'll bring him.

She's got 14 of her own,

so he'll be okay there.

You're welcome to stay here,

or I can get you a room.

No, it's okay.

I'm going to have a drink. Want one?

Well, have one anyway.

I've been thinking...

What the hell did your mother see in

a guy like Johnny Favorite?

I don't know. Whatever he had,

it sure stole her heart away.

To tell you the truth,

the guy was a creep.

She sure missed him.

What does a lady see in a guy

who runs around chopping up pigeons?

They say it's always the bad-asses

who make a girl's heart beat faster.

Did she ever say anything about him?

Just two things.

- What?

That Johnny Favorite was as close to

true evil as she ever wanted to come.

What else?

That he was a terrific lover.

How old are you?

Kind of young to have a kid, isn't it?

Old enough.

Where did the father go?

- I never knew him.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why I took this room.

I can't believe this!

It was a Bambouche. When spirits

possess you, it's called "chevalier."

I know that:
Chevrolet.

Chevalier. - That's what I said:

Chevrolet. - Mounted by the gods.

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