Heart Condition Page #5

You didn't have to do that.

No, you remember

the Armenian lady next door?

Mrs. Arkmanian.

Yeah. You remember.

Ha-ha.

Ha-ha.

Well, she saw the,

um, you know...

Embroidery?

Yeah, well, she said

that was, that was really good.

Then a duck feet,

dim-sum style this

over a bed of arugula

with a spicy-rice vinegar.

- Is he serious?

- He's serious.

And finally we have, eh...

egg roll with eh...

- s - shredded squid.

- "Squeed. "

Shred-ed squid.

S - shred - ed squid,

eggplant, fresh stalk fennel

salmon, ground oysters...

Excuse me.

What the hell do you

think you're doing?

- Back off!

- Back off?

I didn't make this investment to

see you blowing it with that girl...

I am not blowin' it!

Listen, I thank you

for helpin' me find Crys.

I thank you for the car,

for the hotel, for the clothes.

I even thank you

for the goddamn nail polish.

This is my date

and my night.

I want you

to back the hell off.

Oh, I see, I see. I set up

the date, buy the clothes.

but she makes eye

and you don't need me?

No! I don't need you anymore.

Did it occur to you

that she's a pro?

Has it occurred to you

that I'm paying for this?

Yes!

Yes, it did.

But maybe I wanna pretend, huh?

Maybe it's easier

for me to pretend.

If her ex, whatever you were,

is not hangin' over her shoulder

- tellin' me to order squid

dum-dum. - Dim sum.

- Dim sum.

- Dim sum.

Ask her about

what happened that night.

Yeah. Yeah, okay,

I'm gonna ask her.

Where's the waiter?

I think he has

a few other tables.

Uh, yeah.

Hey, well...

What?

What were you gonna say?

Um, where you...

Of all the places

in this city

where do you want to eat?

Hmm.

Magic Johnson...

I don't get it.

Hmm.

I always had

to drag you down here.

Hey, allow

for a little growth.

- A little growth.

- Ha-ha.

I mean, you can only

eat so much

- S-shredd-ed squid.

- S-shredd-ed squid.

Before eight-ball

and tube steak

looks pretty good.

So, how we doing?

We're down six points.

- Moon.

- What?

Hey.

What?

- Oh, you playing, huh?

- Come on.

- Whoa

- Hey, you wanna play?

O - oh.

What do you wanna do?

I'll show you.

- Yeah, cheater.

- Stop it!

Stop it.

I did not.

I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Is it okay if I take

this stuff off?

Sure.

Whatever you want.

Sometimes...

I just get so tired of doing

everything the hard way.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, oh.

Oh God, I missed you.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Does it hurt?

Nah.

Not much anymore.

They say that the blood

and tissue types

have to be an exact match.

You and Leon.

Blood brothers.

Get outta here.

Oh, Moon.

He was a good guy.

You would've liked him.

You reminded me

of him tonight.

Maybe it's his heart.

Oh, f***!

What's up?

I gotta go home.

You know

I, I liked your pictures.

And all those things

you were tellin' me?

I was listenin'...

Like, I, I know you had

a dog named Henry.

And a couple of sisters.

Lisa and uh...

Joanie!

Yeah.

And your favorite movie

is "Pinocchio".

Pinocchio?

Oh, please...

Pinocchio?!

What am I

always talkin' about?

"The Parent Trap!"

Moon...

So, you're...

using my material too, huh?

Yeah.

Pinocchio.

So I lied, sue me.

Put out that cigarette.

- It's hers.

- You smoked it.

What else did you see?

Enough to know you didn't ask

her what happened that night.

- I'm workin' up to it.

- It is bullshit, Moony.

Look, she needs time.

This is delicate!

I kept my part of the bargain.

Asked me to back off, I did!

Kept my part of the bargain.

You keep yours.

You're pissed because

we're hittin' it off?

Yes!

No.

Yes.

Yeah, no.

I'm pissed because the guy

who killed me isn't behind bars.

You wouldn't be here

if it wasn't for me.

Not with Crys.

Not at the Beverly Palm Hotel,

not on this earth.

So when she comes back in this

room, I want you to ask her.

Were you talking to someone?

- Room service.

- Room service.

- Don't order for me, got to go.

- Ask her.

Can't you stay

for breakfast?

- It's not me, it's Graham.

- Ask her.

- Call you at home.

- Yeah.

- Uh, Crys?

- What?

That, uh, the night,

uh, Stone died.

The night I chased you,

remember?

- Hard to forget.

- Mmm, yeah.

Did anything happen

before he picked you up that

might have caused his murder?

Oh, sh*t.

- I knew it.

- No, Crys...

Crys, please.

Crys, listen to me. Crys

Crys, please!

Crys, it's not like that.

Listen, Crys.

Come on, Moony.

Hurry up. She's getting away.

So are my pants!

Crys.

Harry.

Harry, I think somethin's

going on down there!

- Crys!

- Come on!

Alright, I shouldn't have asked.

We should've waited.

For what? So you two

could have another go in bed?

You stayed in the livin' room?

Think I'll learn anything

watching a white boy? Huh?

According

to Crys you can.

Oh, alright,

Superman.

Give it your best shot, then.

That's it, that's it.

You got it, you got it.

Mercedes keys.

They're all Mercedes keys.

Ah, that one!

Hey, Moon?

Harry?

What are you...

93, Roger, code 07.

I found it.

Bullshit.

I inherited it.

A bunch of crap.

I was given it by a dead ni...

Lawyer. To find out

who killed him.

Good. Didn't know

you had it in you.

Now, you see how easy that was?

Today is my golf day

and my foursome tee'd off

20 minutes ago.

May be if I hurry, I can catch

them on the back nine.

- Hold him.

- He can't hold you.

- You can't hold me.

- Hmm, the hell I can't.

- Not without bail.

- Not without bail.

I gotcha, Moony.

Maybe not this minute,

but I got you.

Who got you that hat?

I want you in here

at eight tomorrow

for a full

psychiatric examination.

And until that time,

you are suspended.

Yeah, that's why you need.

Suspenders.

- Now you could leave your ba...

- Yeah, my badge.

And piece with Rinselle

on the way out.

Fore!

F*** it.

- Why did I listen to you?

- We gotta find Crys.

- Found her. I blew it.

- Doin' this for you.

- For me?

- For you.

You've got me

off the force.

I'm on my way

to a mental institution!

- Whoo, nobody's perfect.

- Sh*t!

Jack?

You okay?

Look, I just wanted you to know

that I was following you

'cause I was concerned

not because of Wendt.

Sure, Harry.

I mean, you need help, partner.

You really do.

Yeah.

Go home and get

some sleep, okay?

Yeah.

Get the f*** away from me.

Get away.

What?

Chuck, get out of there.

You can't order an autopsy

report when on suspension.

Well, do it in Harry's name.

I'll clear it with him.

The man was a U.S. Senator.

What do I say we're looking for?

Cocaine.

You know what kind

of scandal this could be?

It's a cover-up thing,

like the Redford movie.

We're not gonna find anything

in that autopsy report.

Right. What's that got

to do with finding Crys?

She had black spots

on the bottom of her feet.

- Black spot. Yeah?

- Yeah, it's beach tar.

You know?

Beach tar.

There's not a...

There's not a lot

of beaches up here

that have enough

to stick.

- Yeah?

- Right.

Now, in police work, that

coupled with a Malibu

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