Framed Page #4

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Buy a shovel.

His remains are in

crestview cemetery.

He died of a heart attack, at home, in bed.

~ and i'll do all i know ~

~ to satisfy ~

~ and i'll try

to make it easy ~

~ for you to say

you love me ~

~ but i'll never

make it easy ~

~ for you to say good-bye ~

~ dim the light ~

~ anytime you feel

the need to ~

~ and let my love ~

~ make it easy

on your mind ~

~ and, babe,

in the night ~

~ if you should wake... ~

get in.

Why should i?

'Cause i got some

things to tell you.

Why should you want to

tell me anything?

Your piano player

jeremiah,

he's a friend

of mine.

He asked me to.

Now, i don't have

much time.

You want to get killed

just like that?

Not especially.

You hang around

bucking the system,

something no man

can handle alone,

and you just might.

Well, thanks

for the threat.

Tell sheriff bundy

that i just don't buy it.

God damn it. I didn't

come from sheriff bundy.

I'm here for me and jeremiah... and you.

Go ahead. Play hero.

At least i tried.

Ok. So tell me.

I'm hoping we can do

each other some good.

How's that?

Let's begin with

the dispatcher's log

the night

you killed haskins.

I usually make a point of checking entries

before going

off duty.

When i checked

that night,

there was no entry of haskins

pursuing a reckless driver,

but 2 nights later

there was...

2 nights

after he was dead.

Somebody just added

a call from haskins.

The handwriting

was even different.

Well, who do you

think did it?

Could have been

anybody,

but sheriff morello

made a point

to ask me to check the

logs 2 nights before.

Something about the way

he asked me made me say no.

Well, did me a hell of a lot

of good for you to keep quiet.

The day i cut my throat,

i want a hell of a lot

better reason.

There is one more thing

that might help you.

There lwas/l a yellow chevy

in town that night,

just like you claimed...

vanished into thin air

along with all the motor

vehicle records on it.

Well, didn't somebody

get a make on it?

Did they?

This is the hard part,

the part you better

understand clear.

The car belonged to

a kid named dean tatum.

Means nothing.

His father is the senior

state senator.

Did you question

the kid?

No.

Figures.

You're damn right

it figures.

Well, i'll take it

from here.

You'll have to.

I've given you all the

help i can afford to give.

Hey...

you, uh... you got plans on being the

next sheriff or something, sergeant?

In a way.

You know, lewis,

you're lucky.

Somebody had the key to

unlock your cell door.

Most of my people up

there, they're doing life.

Well, being sheriff

might help.

Hey, um...

was there anything on that

other car, the plymouth?

I heard about it, but i

don't know anything about it.

You think you could dig

around, find something on it?

Maybe.

Now let's split before this

gets in the society columns.

Hey, i appreciate it,

sergeant...

sam.

Without the "bo."

Drink, ron?

No.

You look like a kid

who just lost his ball.

Oh, yeah...

both of them.

Do you know...

that one of those 2 cars out there

that night out on talbot road...

it just might have belonged

to the son of a senator tatum?

Can you dig it?

Well, then that just about

settles things, doesn't it?

Say what?

Ron, use your head.

What are lyou/l

going to do?

He has just

been mentioned

as a candidate

for governor.

Ffffft!

You want to go campaign

for him next or something?

Mr. Ney,

your old lawyer...

the one that

got me 4 years?

Him, i remember.

Well, he is district

attorney now...

mayor morello's man.

You ever notice

these guys are real team players, you know?

Look, ney called

and said to tell you

that if you'd just mind your own business,

they'll forget they

ever heard of you.

Oh, that's white

of them.

You playing with

a full deck, girl?

Maybe i better

go do some thinking.

Well, you can't

think dead!

You're dead.

Vince?

Oh, god.

Vince,

what the hell you...

ha ha ha!

Ohh!

How did you get here?

Through the same

door you did,

only my credit card

works faster.

Guess i must have

jammed the tumbler.

You glad to see me?

Yeah. I got a girl

lives here with me.

She wouldn't be

too excited

if she came in

and found you.

I saw you. I saw you

drive up alone.

I knew you were alone.

Besides, when i tell you why i came here,

you're going to

be real glad i came.

Well? Tell me what's going

to make me so happy. Come on.

If they'd sent

anybody else lbut/l me,

you'd be dead

by now.

Well, lthat/l

makes me happy.

If who sent

anybody else?

Come on. What kind

of a host are you?

Come on. Give me

a drink, will you?

Yeah. Vince?

Yeah?

If who sent somebody else?

Well, let's say there's

some people in cleveland

that i do a little

business for.

They...

they phoned me.

They asked me

to make

a little business

trip down here.

Seemed they

want some dude

to disappear...

completely.

Ha ha ha ha!

Completely.

Ha ha ha!

And then they gave me

your name and your address,

and i didn't have to ask for a description.

When did they

call you?

Today.

What time?

Let's see. I was having

lunch. Uh... about 1:00.

We played softball

this morning.

Our team won.

Mm-hmm. Well, good.

Congratulations.

Mm-hmm.

Who hired your people

to hit me?

Aw, come on, ron.

I don't ask questions.

Bad business policy,

you know?

Oh, you jive-ass.

You're kidding me.

You're not...

you're not

going to kill me.

Well, they gave me

24 hours.

The question is,

how do we both get

out of this alive,

right?

'Cause if one of us

has got to go,

well, it ain't

gonna be me,

because, you know, i got

a selfish streak in me.

I appreciate the warning.

I'll stay on my toes.

For christ sake, you're

a sitting duck, ron.

Bet you're not even

carrying a piece.

No.

Hey.

Hmm?

Could sal's people be connected

in any way with these people?

Well, i wouldn't

be surprised.

Got to make a phone call.

He gave me a number.

He gave you

his number?

Yep.

He never gave lme/l his

number to call if i got in a jam.

I know guys who'd give their

right nut to get that number.

If it makes you

any happier,

li'll/l give you

the frigging number. Ok?

Ron, now, who's doing who the favor here?

Uh, hello.

Is sal there?

Oh. It's the dealer

calling.

What?

Well, what time

in the morning?

Ok, look.

This is important.

Have him call the dealer

at 615-213-2096...

as soon as he can.

It's important.

Thank you.

Want another drink?

No. Take me

somewhere, huh?

I don't like to drink

in a broad's apartment

when she's not home.

Makes me feel like

an impatient pimp.

Come on.

We'll take your car.

Are you walking?

No. Mine's stolen,

but it's all right.

It's parked around the

corner. Plates are cool.

Come on.

2 bourbons, doubles.

Ron...

you're getting

as cold-ass as i am.

The only difference is, you

haven't learned how to smile.

We all got

our own game, vince.

I heard that.

Play it

the best we can.

2 bourbons,

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