Heart Condition Page #2

the most respected leaders

on Capitol Hill

is dead at 54.

Found by a staff member in his

Bel Air home this morning

the author of the new

anti-drug legislation

is believed to have died

from heart failure

The President described

Marquand as a true gentleman

a brilliant statesman...

Okay, which one of you guys

said the Hail Mary?

- The donor's condition?

- It was a car accident.

Severe trauma to the head and

lower back, severed brain-stem.

Otherwise, the guy's

a cream puff.

- His form's in order?

- We got him on file.

He had it marked

on his license.

Anything medical?

This guy's squeaky clean about

everything but his occupation.

- Pusher?

- Close.

- Proctologist?

- Getting warmer.

Don't tell me he's a lawyer.

Yeah. But don't

sweat malpractice.

He's too dead to sue.

- Sh*t, turn that down.

- I got it.

- Okay, he's asleep, come on.

- You sure he knows?

- It's only been a few weeks.

- Doctor told him yesterday.

Everything, right?

Yeah, everything, now

will you come on?

- You got it on him?

- It won't stand up.

- Then, prop it up.

- You sure he knows, Harry?

He knows, he knows.

Harry?

One, two, three, four.

Can't get enough

of you, babe

Can't get enough of you

Oh, darling

Can't get enough of you, babe

Can't get enough of you

Can't get enough of you babe

All I want is you, babe

Don't you know it's true

What the f*** is this?

Oh, sh*t.

He doesn't know.

Moony, stop!

Come back here! Mo...

Posner said he was gonna

tell you, Moon. We didn't know.

Moon!

Jack, what do you think

you're doing out of bed?

You put it in. Now,

you take it out!

Wanna tell me

where he had it?

I want you to exercise,

Jack, or you can throw

these ten months of rehab

out the window, understand?

No drinking, no smoking,

no fatty foods.

No more roundups,

no more drug busts

no more asinine car chases.

You're a desk sergeant now,

a career-paper jock.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

I didn't want to take you back,

Moony. Central made me.

Just because we got

the same color heart

don't go thinking we're blood.

Hey, Moony, starting to walk

with a little rhythm.

- Funny.

- Hey, Moondog.

Nice tan, Moony.

They say the heart's not the

only new equipment you got.

You wish.

Um, Terri.

Did you ever

locate Crystal Gerrity?

She's the carrot top

Detective Zara was checking out.

Detective Zara?

Yeah, Harry,

she's a hooker, right?

He said she'd picked up a couple

of speeding tickets near Malibu.

Right, about six months ago.

The addresses she gave

on both citations were phony.

Zip on the Peisha chick, too.

They're out there,

but nobody knows where.

Could you run it through

the machine for me again?

Well, anything's possible

for a little of your honey.

You got a dirty mind.

Now, that was all

Harry's idea, Jack.

If he's gonna ride with you

you got to get him

to get rid of those stripes.

Ever since that night

at the Bowl

he thinks that

that's his lucky jacket.

Sh*t.

Well, we got to go.

Yeah, go.

Later. Yeah.

Harry.

Let me see your shield.

Come on.

Looks nice.

Looks real good on you.

Thanks.

- Keep the change.

- Thanks.

Don't eat that.

Clogs the arteries.

It makes your breath stink.

Listen, ass...

Trust me.

Now, look, look. I wasn't even

gonna say anything, you know.

I tried to give you a chance

to get into the groove.

As bad as those Camels are, I

was willing to let a few go by.

But when you start shoving

this dog meat into your face

I'm sorry, I just

have to step in.

I have to do something.

Now, put it down.

Put it down.

Moony, put it down.

Put it down.

Didn't you listen

to the doctor?

Don't you know what this

sh*t does to your heart?

Moony, look, you're looking

very stupid now.

You are dancing

with a cheeseburger.

We can do this all day, okay?

But you look real silly dancing

around with a cheeseburger.

The only person that

can see me is you.

What's up with that guy?

You know, you can't

get away from me.

This is a very

good-looking car.

I mean, this is

absolutely fabulous.

Has it ever been washed?

It's weird, I know, it's weird.

I'm not used to it myself.

It's kind of like that

out-of-body, you know

astral-projection,

Shirley Maclaine thing.

I mean, one minute I'm sitting

in the front seat of my car

and I'm dying,

next thing I know, boom!

I'm standing in the operating

room looking at myself

while they're pulling

my heart out of me.

I mean, it was like that...

what's the name of that movie?

Oh, this is very good,

this is good.

Going back and forth is good

because it stimulates the heart.

It makes you a lot strong.

Are you listening to me?

You are listening to me. Wait

a minute. You're ignoring me.

I didn't want my heart

in you any more

than you wanted

my heart in you.

If I knew my heart was

gonna be inside a piece of

racist scum like you,

I never would've donated it.

But that's okay, you know,

because life's a b*tch.

And then you die, you know?

It's true, isn't it?

Hey.

But, I didn't die!

I was murdered!

I didn't get a real good look

if it was a Cutlass Sierra or...

But I did get a real good

look at the driver.

Before he ran me off the road.

- Moony, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Wait a minute! Aren't

you gonna talk to me?

I thought you wanted to

be a detective.

I thought you wanted

that gold shield.

This is your opportunity.

Now are you gonna talk to me?

No!

I'm gonna prescribe

a little medication, Jack.

Nothing serious.

Just something to

calm your nerves.

Help the hallucinations.

I take these every once

in a while.

Hoping my wife will disappear.

But you mean that this

is a normal thing?

Oh, sure it is.

This could be perfectly normal.

A psycho-chemical

aberration of some kind.

We're just beginning to learn

how transplants affect

the human body and mind.

Take a couple of days off.

You'll feel much better.

Is that tranquilizer

working yet?

Say yes. You want to wind up

in a mental institution?

- Jack?

- Yes!

Yeah, it's working fine.

It's okay.

Jesus! Chuck!

Personally, I think that

this racism

this refusal to acknowledge me

stems from feelings

of inadequacy.

You look at me. What do you see?

Someone college-educated.

Damn good-looking, hung

like a Shetland pony

And you feel threatened.

Am I hitting a nerve?

Come on, Chuck.

Oh, I see, you can talk to the

cat, but you can't talk to me.

Get out of the way, sh*t-head.

Oh-h! You can talk

to me. Thank you.

Racial prejudice I can

understand, but ghost prejudice?

An entirely new concept.

As a matter of fact, I think

you're breaking new ground

in this area.

Hey! Close the door.

I can't. The only thing

I can move is you.

Sh*t.

It's hard to believe Cry could

live in a pigpen like this.

How long was it for, huh?

A month or two?

Four.

Four?

She wasn't hooking

when she was living with me.

Yeah, probably too busy

cleaning, huh?

You won't go away, will you?

Well, best as I can figure,

I go where you go.

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