Handsome: A Netflix Mystery Movie Page #5

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It's not good for a guy like me.

Yep, this is it.

Gonna start fresh tomorrow.

I think that's great.

You can be your best self.

I can be my best self!

- Very kind of you.

- Yeah.

Weren't you just out back there

with the other guy?

Oh, the headset's broken, so...

Yeah. Sort of like old-fashioned service.

- Uh, yeah, a bit like that.

- Okay.

Uh, $9.57's your total.

I was ready.

Thirty-two, please.

Number 32, your order is ready.

Okay, so this is her debit.

I flagged some interesting purchases.

Uh, okay, you tell me, who the f*** spends

900 bucks in one pop at Hallmark?

Hey? Come on.

I mean, otherwise, it seems kosher.

Uh, this one is

her Victoria's Secret Angel Card.

I mean, the girl could not resist a "buy

five panties, get the sixth free" event.

And, uh, here's her PayPal.

I found something

which I think will intrigue you.

Okay? What's that?

- Did you sign off on this?

- Yeah. Why?

What the f***?

- When did she start wearing ties to work?

- I don't know. Oh!

She's getting regular deposits

from MrFFF@aol. com.

Fireworks, Fireworks, Fireworks, huh?

He's putting $500 a week into her account.

What's he paying her for?

I guess it must be out of the goodness

of his heart, right?

Where's the, uh, cell phone records?

And they're underneath, uh, this.

And I've got them.

And okay. How about this?

Heather, Mondays at 7:30 p. m.,

is calling Lloyd.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday,

also calling Lloyd.

Same time. Fridays...

You ready for this?

1:
30 p. m., she calls Lloyd.

Take a guess why.

- Chits and chats at Chuckie's?

- Yes!

- Yeah.

- Yes! That sounds like fun.

Friday is the day

that Heather gets off work early.

Nora works until 1:00.

She comes home.

She says goodbye to Heather.

Heather goes out.

Who does she call? Mr. FFF.

That's right.

I think she's reporting to him.

Well, Mr. Vanderwheel,

looks like we're having a reunion.

- Hey, you.

- Hey, you.

Don't play coy with me!

I know I'm looking at two people

who did the hokeypokey yesterday.

- What?

- Bingo.

Okay, you were giving money to Heather

to spy on your ex-wife.

Uh...

What?

I see you.

Oh, I see you clearly.

And let's not waste this moment

of beautiful transparency

by watching you throw

a pile of stinky bullshit at my face.

Okay!

Okay, I planted Heather

in Nora's home to get dirt on her.

We're in the midst of a custody battle.

And Heather would tell me things

Nora would forget to do,

like get Carys her flu shot.

She told me the crap

that Nora was feeding my kid.

She told me what would stress Nora out.

Besides me and my lawyer.

Okay.

Look, I'm gonna ask you a few questions,

and, uh, Handsome over here's gonna know

if you're telling the truth or not.

Uh...

Did Heather turn on you

and threaten to give you up to your wife?

No.

No. Uh, was Heather blackmailing you

for even more money?

No.

Did you like that move I did yesterday

where I made your dick bend

all the way to the right?

I loved it.

- Bye! Have an explosive day.

- Thank you.

You can go in now.

- Talking to me?

- Yeah.

Appreciate it.

Hey, Sky, is that the, uh, book

of all your company's work?

Mmm-hmm. Sure is.

Wow, those are beautiful fireworks.

- Oh, yeah.

- Really.

Very impactful.

Could I borrow that book

for a couple of days?

Well, this is the coffee table book.

Well, you've already taken it

off the coffee table.

Yeah, you have a point.

But it'll go back over there soon.

If you remove it,

then what would I put on the coffee table?

- You don't have a second book?

- No.

We get a monthly fireworks magazine,

but it's not nice for putting out.

You could consider this an opportunity.

- An opportunity?

- Yeah.

To get a second book.

You could get a book

on fireworks, plants, carpentry.

Whatever you want. You're in charge.

It's time.

Hi, Gene.

- Nora, how're you doing?

- Good!

So, I think the mailman put one

of your letters in my slot by mistake.

Indeed they did. Thank you very much.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

Is that someone you put in jail

and now they send you threats?

No. Nothing like that.

- Oh, come on. Tell me.

- No, it's not.

A while back, I was into this woman.

Her brother was in prison.

She said, "Could I look at his case?"

I did some investigating.

And there wasn't much I could do.

But I started a correspondence with him,

and I thought it was gonna be

a temporary thing,

and here I am, ten years later,

still getting letters.

So you still read his letters?

Of course! I feel bad tossing 'em.

Besides, every once in a while,

he writes some nice poetry.

What are you up to this evening?

Oh, well, I'm on my own tonight.

Just doing some online gambling.

Carys is with her dad.

- Oh.

- Mmm-hmm.

I'm always on my own.

- Well.

- Yeah.

Would you like to come in?

- Were you working late?

- Um...

No, I was just, uh,

out doing some errands.

- Hmm.

- Not a big deal.

You need another pillow?

Uh, no, I'm comfortable.

- Yeah.

- Mmm-hmm.

- How about some music?

- Oh, yeah, that'd be great.

Fantastic.

You are in luck,

'cause I just started buying 45s.

Last time I collected these,

I was a little kid.

My first 45 was "I Think I Love You"

by the Partridge Family.

Maybe that dates me. I don't know.

Well, anyhow,

this is one of my favorite songs.

Mmm-hmm, that's Elvin Bishop.

Oh...

Yeah.

- This is a good one.

- Yeah.

I must have been...

Elvin's a blues guitarist.

Blues guitarist.

His voice is very gravelly,

and so, he wrote this song

and didn't feel it was right

for his voice.

So he, uh...

He let his, uh, backup singer,

Mickey Thomas, sing the song.

And it went on to be a big hit. Big hit.

Yeah. Yeah.

I like this chair better. Yeah.

I fell in love

Mmm.

I find the wooziness of that guitar

so romantic.

Yeah.

Elvin Bishop's nickname

was Pigboy Crabshaw.

How about that? Pigboy Crabshaw!

Where's a name like that come from?

I'm sorry.

Wow.

- What's going on?

- Oh...

I'm fine.

I am a bit concerned.

You know, you're crying.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's fine. I just, um...

Wow.

That song

is just evoking something

I want so badly for myself that it aches.

For my kid.

I have this dream of owning land.

And, um,

I think about Ojai all the time.

And in my dream,

we have a couple acres. Nothing fancy.

Enough that we have those,

like, big beautiful reaching trees.

And a bunch of dogs.

And they just run through the grass

with Carys, and...

God! I love dogs so much.

And in my fantasy, I'm not, like, staring

into people's decaying mouths anymore.

I'm massaging beautiful dogs for a living.

It's my job.

And I'm spending time with my daughter.

My weird... awesome kid.

And, you know, we're just...

we're so far away

from all of the fighting, and the...

and all the lawyers,

and just all of that crap.

God.

And for some reason...

in this song, I can just...

I can really feel that.

I can feel what it would be like

to have that.

God!

That's why I'm crying.

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