Heart Condition Page #3

As long as that heart's

beating we're attached.

Which is why you won't be eating

that bacon, that chili, that...

polish sausage?

Look, go to hell!

That's what I'm trying to avoid.

Look, Moony, you don't

have to like me.

You are gonna

to live with me.

Whatever problem you had

with me because of Crys

leave it behind you,

because you're gonna need me

if you want to help me find...

Find her?

Yeah.

What do you know?

Only what happened

the night I was killed.

She have something

to do with that?

Yeah, she and Peisha

work for this big-time gangster.

Called himself John Graham.

He dealt strictly to the upper

classes, you know, drugs, girls.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Pimp to the stars.

Sounds like your

kinda client.

Say, say, don't go there,

alright?

I represent the girls,

not their employers.

Anyway, Crys calls me

from the Country Club.

Said she had legal trouble

and asked me to pick her up.

You give all your clients

that kinda service?

- Well, she was upset.

- Is that why you hit her?

I was upset.

- Oh, you were both upset.

- Yeah, we were both upset!

Why don't you wash

your dishes here?

- Why did you run from me?

- What?

Come on, you're dead now.

Peisha was holding some

crack that she got...

- I knew it!

- You knew what?

Lucky son of a b*tch!

- If I'd have caught you.

- Couldn't catch my mother.

Probably got my

heart attack from you.

Had I known,

I would've surren...

Can ghosts get colds?

- I'm allergic to cats.

- But you're dead.

It's psychological.

- What's so funny?

- A hypochondriac spook.

Ow!

Ow!

What the f***

was all that about?

Now we're even.

This guy who allegedly

ran you off the road.

You here or not here?

Yeah, I'm here.

What was his name?

Teller, he was the muscle you

saw with the girls at the club.

If he ran you off the road,

they think you know something?

The legal problem Crys

called you about

maybe it was drugs.

Nah. I don't think so.

It was something more,

something bigger.

I tried to find out from the

girls but they wouldn't talk.

At least, not that night.

I didn't make it

to the next morning, so...

It's just on the left here.

Turn at the next corner.

This is Century Luxury Villas.

These things start

at almost a mil, huh?

Yeah, so? Fix your collar

and try not to act like a cop.

Sh*t.

How much were you

pulling down a year?

The mortgage on a place

like this has gotta be

what, six grand a month?

That's my lizard pot.

He's got my lizard pot.

With tax, you're looking at 85

grand a year!

Hey, you got a pool!

He's got my lizard pot.

He's got my cactus.

Hey, that's my...

Where you going with...

This is a lot of money.

This is a lot of money.

Where are you going

with my cactus?

- What's going on here?

- Well, it's open house.

"All furniture and effect and

objet d'art may be purchased. "

Oh, mama, no.

I left you the house. I didn't

tell you you could sell it.

Well, what else is

the old lady gonna do with it?

F*** you, too.

It's Sterling.

Actually, I was more

interested in the picture.

You can take all

the pictures if you like.

In fact, I'll pay you

to get rid of this harem.

My mother's a church-going

woman, so watch what you say.

Hello, Mommy.

When I think of all the

in-and-out that went on in here.

Not one grandchild

to show for it.

Well, I was planning

on settling down.

He always said he was

planning on settling down.

Does this hump pen look like he

was settling down to you?

Hump pen? This place

has style.

His idea of style

was my idea of obscenity.

I want to unload

everything to do with it.

But not

at K-Mart prices.

- Do you know this woman?

- Do I know you?

- I'm a cop.

- You look it.

I told you to fix your collar.

I'm trying to locate

this girl, Crys Gerrity.

I was wondering, could I look

through your son's Rolodex?

You can have my son's Rolodex.

What?

But, don't ask me

about his women.

Have you seen her since

your son's accident?

A cop got his heart, you know?

- He knows.

- I know.

- His name is Moony.

- I know, yeah, so's mine.

She cried almost as much

as I did at the funeral.

Such a pretty girl.

Held my hand most of the day.

The last time I saw her

was when she came by here

to pick up a few things.

It was near Thanksgiving time,

I think.

- You know where she was going?

- She didn't say.

She just drove off with that

slick man in his red Ferrari.

Yes, this is John Graham.

Any messages?

Jackson who?

Moony.

What's that? Is that a scratch?

Can you buff that out, please?

And, use the toothbrush

on the wheels.

If you wanna get to Graham,

you gotta trust me.

Listen, a**hole.

I've been insulted by the car

park guy, the guy at the door...

We're not leaving, Moony.

This may be fun to you,

but I'm damned if I'm gonna

pop for another

three-dollar tea bag.

- Will you keep it down, please?

- No.

If I don't hit the can soon...

Moony, the man is smart.

He has an answering service

instead of a direct line.

Now, would you rather him call

you back at the police station

or a place that makes

him feel more comfortable

like the Beverly Palm Hotel?

Call for you, Mr. Moony.

Alright, remember.

Howard Steadman is

your best friend.

Tip him a deuce.

Two dollars.

Tip him a deuce

for the phone.

Thank God nobody can see me.

Jackson Moony.

Jackson Moony, John Graham.

Sorry to pull you away from the

pool on such a delicious day

but I got your message

on my service.

And I don't believe

we've ever met.

I'm from New York.

Actually, I'm here on business.

Howard Steadman said that you

had a redhead named Crystal

that you might be able

to put me in touch with.

It's a possibility.

Can you fix me up

tomorrow night?

Well, as you probably know,

Howard's in Yugoslavia

working on his picture,

so it's impossible for me

to cross-check your reference.

Would it help if

I mentioned his nights

of leather in Palm Springs?

Crys said they were

into gymnastics.

You must be very good friends.

You're working tomorrow night.

That's all we could find on him.

No address, no priors.

Name's probably phony.

Okay, thanks.

This Graham's gonna

be hard to find.

That's why you gotta

keep your date with her.

You're dreaming! The guy

deals with high rollers.

I can't afford lunch. Where am I

gonna get that kind of money?

Or class?

What the f***'s that

supposed to mean?

You think I got no class, huh?

You think wearing an Italian

suit gives you class?

It gives you nothing, nothing.

He see his doctor?

Yesterday.

He said Posner gave him

some new medication.

Doesn't seem to be working.

Why don't you get off my back?

Just get off my back!

Go on, get the f*** off!

Better keep an eye on him.

Christ! What is it

with you? Jesus!

Let me know what he's up to.

Sh*t.

A bowling alley?

I didn't know you

people did this.

Yeah, and we swim, too.

Now, look, just relax,

alright?

We're here to pick up pocket

change. You're with the owner.

The what?

The owner, you think

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