Fracture Page #7

I gotta find somebody.

I don't know who.

Like a... a... a family member

or something to stop him.

I really tried, Willy.

Hey, hey, hey.

Don't.

This man's gonna kill his wife.

This man's gonna kill his wife.

And what does that

have to do with Wooton Sims?

Hey. Excuse me.

Hey. Sorry.

Do you know any civil court judges?

Drop it.

Do you know any civil court judges?

I just need a number.

Have you been at home at all today?

No, I've been trying

to find somebody...

who can put me in touch

with a civil court judge.

There's a restraining

order out against you.

I've got a... a restraining

order against me?

You were at the hospital.

- Right? Overnight.

- Heh heh heh heh ha!

And he got one against me?

Yeah. He has a lawyer now.

They went to

Judge Gorman this morning.

Hold on a second.

Who's his lawyer?

Is it Goldstein?

Listen to yourself.

He can have you arrested.

Your one shot. You had it. OK?

I know I had one shot

and I blew it, all right?

Yeah. And he walked.

And there is nothing we can do.

He's a private citizen now.

We have no standing.

When you're done, you are done.

Those are the rules.

What about... her?

You have to worry

about yourself now.

No, I've... I've,

you know, done that.

I've done a lotta that.

Your Honor?

I got nowhere else to go.

Hi, Ted.

Hi.

It probably won't hold up on appeal.

I just need the time.

Here we go.

Reflexes, no change.

Turn off the ventilator.

Ah.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey, what's going on?

- Step outside, please.

- Look, I got a court order.

I'm sorry. Just step outside.

I got a c...

I got...

I got a court order.

I'm sorry. Just step outside.

I got a c...

You're not answering your phone.

That's kind of an answer

in itself, isn't it?

Need a hand with this?

Uhh.

Can I get you a beer or something?

Ha.

Uhh.

Thank you.

So what now?

Something else.

You belong in the prosecutor's office.

Well, what happened to

"head's must roll"?

Yeah, well, it's my office.

Least until the next election.

Thank you, but no, thank you.

We all lose, Willy.

I let a man get away with murder.

How am I supposed to live with that?

Well, you learn to.

Well, I hope not.

All right.

Well, you know, if it

makes you feel any better...

technically you let a man get

away with attempted murder.

For what it's worth.

Yeah? All right.

I got it all right here.

I finished the r...

It's in the box right now,

it's coming.

It's... Just a sec.

Hey, honey. I'm just on a call.

Yeah. OK, just a sec.

No. I will not do that.

It's not... and thank you. Good.

Right.

Well, I've... I... like I

said, reports are done.

They're on their way.

Hey, hon.

No, did you get the suit?

Yeah, yeah, I got it cut.

Can I read that?

OK, hon.

Um, I'll pick up the kids,

see you at the school.

I'll bring the suit.

No, no, I'll be there.

I'm leaving right now.

I am not going to be late, OK?

Hey.

Why don't you go home?

Huh?

Get a life.

Huh?

Alrighty.

Turn off the lights when you're done.

Yeah, hon?

It's yours.

Here.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Hello, old sport.

Ah, Willy.

Can you hear me?

I called to say goodbye.

I'm leaving tonight...

on that second honeymoon

we talked about.

Uh-huh.

Won't be quite the same...

without our Jennifer, though, will it?

Anyway, I have a little

something for you.

It's a present, a little gift...

and I was gonna send it

to Wooton Sims but, uh...

I guess that's not

working out anymore...

and the DA's office didn't have

a forwarding address.

Um, do you have any suggestions?

Uh, just let yourself in.

I'll be right out.

Good evening, Willy.

So, what do you think?

Oh, yeah, that's...

really...

really, really nice of you.

A simple

"No, thank you," uh...

is the preferred etiquette

when declining a gift.

Takes a very special sort of person...

to look into someone's eyes

and shoot them, Willy.

A certain kind of strength...

if you know what I mean.

Well, I guess you'd know that,

wouldn't you?

Oh, yes, I would.

Anyway...

I've got another bag to pick up.

Don't you start shooting

without me now, will you?

I noticed something.

It's a little late.

Aw, hell, it's a lot late.

But I noticed...

that, uh...

you and Nunally have

the exact same gun.

So?

Well, that's why

you went to the hotel...

that afternoon, isn't it?

You took his,

you put yours in his place.

I gave it back.

Right, you gave it back.

When all he could see was her.

And then you knew that

he would just...

walk the murder weapon...

right outta the house, didn't you?

That's very clever.

It wasn't just clever.

Admit it, Willy.

It was beautiful.

He sat through the entire trial...

wearing the only piece

of evidence on his hip.

Yeah.

Then he used it on himself.

Well...

sometimes life gives us

these little gifts...

if you know what I mean.

I do know what you mean.

I know exactly what you mean

because...

I got the bullet.

The one in your wife's head.

That one we couldn't take out...

as long as she was alive.

I'm pretty sure it's

gonna match Nunally's...

and that gives me

the murder weapon.

Nicely done, Willy.

Truly.

Heh.

A regular chain of evidence.

Neat stuff.

Vivid.

Heartbreaking.

The victim cries out

from beyond the grave.

Aye.

Yeah. Heh heh.

Juries love all that sort of crap.

Don't they?

I bet you don't even need

a confession anymore...

do you, Willy?

Oh, I tell you what,

though, old sport.

Uh, let's make you

a new one just in case.

The real deal,

all the juicy details.

You can get your rocks off

on that, then, can't you?

Huh?

Yeah.

I shot my wife in the face.

Right there.

She didn't look so pretty after that.

And I stood there

looking down at her.

And I watched

her eyes go all empty.

I could smell

the blood and the sh*t.

Smelled like metal.

And the look on his face.

Aw, heh. He's trying to get

her back to life, you see.

And I was pissing myself laughing...

because I took both the bastards out...

with one f***ing bullet.

Yeah.

And now you've got your

little bullet, haven't you?

Got what you want.

So bring it all on, kiddo.

Bring it all into court.

Except you can't, can you?

Let's see, now, first year law,

double jeopardy.

I went to trial, you lost.

Oh, pity about that.

Uh, doesn't matter what you do now.

Doesn't matter what you know.

I mean, she could come back

from the dead, you see...

and testify, spill the beans,

and it would mean... nothing.

So you... can't touch me.

Ever.

She was alive.

When you first went to trial

for attempted murder...

your wife was still alive.

But you just had to pull

that plug, didn't you?

Hmm?

Well, now she's dead,

and that's murder.

That's homicide, first degree...

and that's new charges.

There's new evidence.

That's a new trial.

Get the f*** out of my house.

All right.

Whew.

I just don't know why

you didn't let it go.

Doctor said, uh...

she probably woulda

outlived us all.

All rise.

The superior court of Los Angeles...

people of the state of California...

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