D.O.A. Page #4

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- Heard it came as a shock to her.

- What are you saying?

Nick Lang didn't jump off any roof.

He was pushed.

Lot of scuff marks on the roof. Nicky

was dragging his heels about going over.

Plus his apartment got broken into

sometime yesterday afternoon.

- What does that have

to do with anything?

- Not sure.

Nothing seemed stolen.

Maybe someone was lookin' for him.

-Maybe someone found him.

-Dex was in the offiice when it happened.

Did you, uh, see him there?

Look, this is bullshit.

Come on!

At the time of Nick's death...

Dex didn't even know

they were having an affair.

- So he tells you.

- It's true.

Stopped by for a little

Christmas cheer yesterday, didn't you?

What if I did?

Jealous husband

pushes Nicky off the roof...

so angry wife serves him

a Christmas Mickey.

Next morning he wakes up

with a tummy ache,

so he gets a little checkup...

and fiinds out he was murdered.

So he drops by for

one last bang-up marital spat.

- Murdered?

- Thematically, a little dated...

but the prose style holds up.

- What do you mean, murdered?

- That stuff you swallowed.

That's not too easy to come by.

Somebody took a lot of trouble

to get a hold of that.

It's true, Dex. You ran out before

we had a chance to discuss this.

Of course,

there's a variation on the theme.

Maybe Lang poisoned you,

you pushed him, then killed your wife.

Or it could go the other way.

They wanted to kill you.

You wanted to kill them.

Everybody wins.

- Or everybody loses.

- I already told you who killed my wife.

Oh, right,

the invisible man.

Well, just because I didn't see him

doesn't mean he wasn't here, idiot.

- Careful, Cornell. You're upset.

- You're damn right I'm upset.

I fiind out I'm a murder victim

and a suspect all in one goddamed day.

- Look, he's sick.

He should be in a hospital.

- First, we read him his rights.

- Cornell's under arrest.

- This will ease the pain, Dex.

- Mr. Cornell, you have the right

to remain silent--

- Careful!

- Get back! Get back!

- What are you doing?

- Easy, Dex!Jesus! Look.

You're getting off to a fiine start.

- Cover the back!

First you're resisting arrest.

Now you're taking a hostage.

- Sorry. Don't have time to stand trial.

- You're gettin' in deeper.

-Just hold it.

- Stay out!

- Think it over, Cornell.

- Don't come in here! Please!

- He'll do it! He will!

- Now, just come on out here.

You're digging yourself a grave.

- Back off!

- Thanks.

- For Christ's sake, back off!

With a rebel yell

she cried more, more, more

Wow

In the midnight hour, babe

More, more, more

With a rebel yell

More, more, more

He lives in his own heaven

Collects it to go from the 7-1 1

Well, he's out all night

to collect a fare

Just so long, just so long

it don't mess up his hair

Don't scream!

God, you scared me!

What are you doing here?

- I needed to see you.

- Yeah?

Okay, okay.

One minute. One sec here.

Okay.

Oh, yeah. It's kind of stupid,

isn't it? Freudian slip.

Get it?

It's for the carnival tonight.

I thought it was either this

or Pavlov's dog.

- But then I thought,

''How can I go as a dog?''

- Why did you murder me? Huh?

- What are you talking about?

- You tell me, Sydney with a Y, huh?

You sit in my class anonymously

for months. Not a peep.

Then suddenly, you just announce

yourself as my biggest fan.

You ask me for an autograph.

You follow me to a bar.

- I went with a friend.

- Oh, yeah? You had a plan!

- I wouldn't call it a plan.

- Then what would you call it?

- Um, a cr--

- What?

- A crush.

Uh-huh. Yesterday,

you pop up all over my life.

- Today, I have no life!

- What are you talking about?

Stop it.

Just please stop it. Please--

Okay, okay,

I wasn't thinking too clearly.

And a few hours ago, my wife...

she was, uh, murdered

right in front of my eyes.

So, uh, you're just gonna

have to forgive me...

because I've never

been poisoned before.

Don't worry.

I don't think you did it.

But you are my link

to last night.

So we're gonna retrace our steps--

where we sat, who we talked--

- ''We''? No. Wait a minute.

- No, no. I can't wait a minute.

I need your help.

No, I can't help you.

I can't help my mother fold clothes.

You need the police.

No, I've already had the police.

They think I killed my student.

- They think I murdered my wife.

- Well--

Now, that's just silly,

isn't it? That--

I'm just gonna call the police,

and I'm gonna vouch for you.

Okay?

Uh, hi. Uh, is this the police?

Could I-- I have information about--

No cops.

- Let go of my arm.

- I can't.

- Let go!

- Ow.

- I can't.

Bonds in seconds.

This is kidnapping, you know.

Yeah, if I'm lucky, they'll

give me life. Remember this place?

No, I don't. Let go of my arm,

or I'm gonna scream!

Look, if I let go of your arm,

you're really gonna scream.

One, two!

I'm supposed to be

at the carnival tonight.

Yeah, well, excuse me, but dying's kind

of f***ed up my social calendar too.

Ain't it a b*tch?

I'm really sorry.

I know it's terrible.

But I just can't handle this.

I'm scared. I'm confused.

All right. Okay.

All right. I'm sorry.

That makes two of us.

And I have to go to the bathroom.

All right. Look.

We'll go to a men's room.

I'll put you in a stall,

and I'll stand guard outside the door.

No. There is no way I am walking

past ten drunks with their flies open.

- I'm just not gonna do it.

- Hey, Freud, baby.

You can get me on your couch any day.

And there's no way

I'm sitting on those seats,

'cause I see the men who use 'em.

I'm not doing it.

I'm gonna go to the ladies' room.

It's not enough I'm wanted for murder.

I'm gonna get hauled in as a pervert.

I can't go.

Could you talk or something?

Make some noise.Just talk.

Just keep talking.

You wanna hear some snappy patter

about death...

nature's way of telling you

to slow down?

I mean, I don't know

if there is life after death...

but I'm defiinitely taking

a change of underwear just in case.

I mean, Syd, I'm no good at this.

I mean, I've never really thought...

about my own extinction.

You know, it's funny.

I mean, I always thought

death was something that happened

to other people--

older people, unlucky people.

Not me. Not Gail.

I mean, I always knew my number

was gonna come up, but, uh, not now.

Damn it! Why?

- You have any enemies?

- No, I don't have any enemies.

- What are you doing here?

- I wanna see Graham!

- What-- He doesn't wanna see you.

- I'll bet!

Dex?

- Surprised to see me up and about?

- What in God's name do you want?

Thought I'd be safely slid away

in some morgue locker, tag on my toe.

-Just calm down, Dex--

- Daddy!

- I didn't do that!

- Ow!

You were much more impressive this

afternoon against a defenseless woman.

- This afternoon?

- I know where you were!

Of course you do.

The Milton tutorial.

-Just like every other Friday

for the last ten years!

- Dex!

Is today Friday?

So, who we gonna punch

a confession out of now, Dex?

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