Goodbye Lover Page #6

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Earth Day, you f***ing mook.

I guess we should go over

and tell Mrs. Dunmore.

The widow Dunmore can wait.

I want to check out something first.

You realize anything we find here

is inadmissible in a court of law?

Are you confusing me with

somebody who gives a sh*t?

Wouldn't do that.

Gotcha!

Not since the Kennedys have 2 brothers

had so much fun with one broad.

What exactly are we looking for?

Pompano, I said,

"What are we looking for?"

I hope you don't get carsick.

Let's go, asswad.

I never had the occasion

to come here before.

I'll give you some advice.

Bet it all.

I don't gamble, detective.

Though I'd love to see

Siegfried and Roy.

I'm sure you would.

- What do you mean by that?

- Nothing.

"Margaret ' Peggy' Blane."

"Benjamin E. Dunmore."

Oh yeah. That's one of ours,

all right.

Witnessed by Homer there.

Put it away.

We' re not getting married.

Remember what these two looked like?

Oh, Lordy! Do you realize how many

couples we wed in holy matrimony?

They tend to blur.

Here's a picture of the two

you married. They look familiar?

They do. They surely do.

But then again...

you two look familiar to me.

That's a lot of help.

- Why don't we look in the album?

- What album?

The photo album.

An archive of every...

loving soul...

we've united.

The date you're looking

for should be...

right about here.

Hold it!

See?

I do remember this guy.

He pitched a fit when I took that

picture. He took it with him.

But what he didn't know

was the camera makes two prints.

Roy Lassiter.

Proven character...

conservative values.

- Who is it?

- Detective Pompano.

Who is it?

Rita Pompano.

You' re telling me...

that Jake and Peggy

were having an affair?

That's right.

This photo was taken at the

Gambling On Love Chapel in Las Vegas.

Your husband and Miss Blane

were married there...

under the names

Ben and Peggy Dunmore.

My Jake.

That doesn't make any sense.

The night that Ben was killed,

were you here?

Yes, I already told you that.

At the time of his death?

Yes.

I was in the kitchen

making a casserole.

I thought you said

you were making ceviche.

Right. Ceviche.

You' re sure now? Ceviche?

I can't believe...

that Jake had an affair.

Mrs. Dunmore...

we think that your husband pushed

his brother off that balcony.

We think that he conspired

with Peggy Blane...

to kill his brother

for the insurance money.

Jake impersonated his brother,

and by marrying Peggy...

he took the suspicion off himself.

There was no motive for the crime

because Peggy got the money.

But he was already married to me.

Ma'am, I know this is tough...

but we feel that Jake and Peggy

were planning on killing you too.

Luckily for you, they didn't live

to carry out that plan.

That's impossible.

My husband...

he would never cheat on me.

He loved me.

He loved me.

Yes, ma'am. It's going

to be okay. You just...

have yourself a good old cry.

You think she'll ever accept the truth?

She's got eight million bucks

worth of time to swallow it.

Why would anybody ever cheat and

conspire on a woman like that?

Why don't you go back to the station?

I feel like taking a walk.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I need to clear my head.

Well, everyone needs to find

their own homeostasis.

Rollins, what's your first name?

Nathaniel.

Good work up there, Nate.

Watch your head. Go on.

Just a minute.

I'll be right there.

Sorry.

Cut the crap.

You' re wasting good mascara.

What are you doing?

Pissing in your corn flakes.

That earlier story...

the one Rollins

also told our captain?

That's not the real story.

You and I both know the truth,

don't we?

- What are you talking about?

- Come on, it's just you and me now.

You and Jake killed Ben

for the insurance money.

I just think it's time...

we tied up all the loose ends.

I see.

I'm going to have

to call your superiors.

And I'm going to have

to call your bluff.

Why are you doing this to me?

I think you knew about Jake and Peggy.

I think you found out

and drove them off a mountain.

I think you did them

before they could do you.

And in the process...

picked up $4 million

off Jake's life insurance policy.

Not to mention the four you'll

likely get from Ben's.

Where's your proof?

Proof?

I never thought of that.

Proof.

You think an ATM receipt

from a machine...

in Hemet the day

of the accident might qualify?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Really?

How about...

this?

So?

You know, I found this

in an abandoned Cougar downtown.

Matched the make of a car

some old woman sold you.

Or at least someone in a red wig

who looked just like you.

Told me this mysterious red-haired

woman paid cash for the car...

but then had to use

the ATM machine at a liquor store.

That's a big boo-boo.

You just don't get it, do you, Sandy?

You see...

either the world's right-side up

or upside-down.

Depends on how you look at it.

Close the book of rules and there's

just people caught in situations.

Like you and me.

So what do you want?

I want what you want.

A payoff.

A nest egg. A chance

to get out of this rat race.

Sure you don't want the

other half of my sandwich?

I'm worried about you.

Eat something.

Have a little bread,

something, a little bite.

Come on, taste that.

Oh, boy, stubborn!

You know, at first I thought...

what the hell? Take it all.

But then, not being greedy

like some people I know...

After all, you did do all the work...

even if a lot of it was on your back.

So I figure...

half.

Fifty-fifty split,

right down the middle.

It's going to take

some time, you know.

Bureaucracy, paperwork...

all the insurance company bullshit.

I'm not going anywhere.

But let's get one thing clear, okay?

Don't even think about

f***ing me over.

Don't leave town, don't push me

in front of a bus, don't do anything.

Because you haven't even seen

my bad side yet.

And I've got enough evidence

to put you in the gas chamber.

I guess half is better...

than nothing.

Yes, it is.

You know, Sandra...

a lot of people find you scary.

But I like you.

The world's full of bullshit.

You don't bullshit. I like that.

Keep in touch.

Partner.

I'm sorry.

Northridge. F***!

Stop, goddamn it. Stop!

Move, you green bastard!

Get over here.

Get your f***ing hands up!

Let go of her.

Goddamn it, let go of her.

Let the girl go.

Don't do it this way.

You want to die?

You don't want me to shoot you.

Yes, you got him!

Yes!

Shoot the freak! Come on!

- Come on, one more shot!

- Shut up!

Rough day, huh?

I'm sorry, but I've got

an investment to protect.

What you got in your hand?

Going to baste a turkey?

What's this?

Sandra, trust me.

This is what's best.

What's best for you.

Believe me, I know about

these things. You'll thank me.

Isn't this coercion?

Will you excuse us a moment?

Stop playing games

and sign the damn thing.

That wasn't so bad, was it?

I guess not.

I'll make sure the money will be

wired into your separate accounts...

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