Heaven's Prisoners Page #6

I learned a lot from my mother.

She was a good businesswoman.

I'm asking

for a second chance...

to prove to you

I can handle things...

Eddie Keats, Dave Robicheaux,

my husband.

And this time, Mr. Giancano...

I promise you,

you won't be disappointed.

Yeah?

N.O.P.D. tells me

our friend Toot had a bad day.

They're saying

he missed the bus.

Well, that's very clever, Minos.

Say, you busy right now?

Why?

Eddie Keats wants to say hey.

I saw one like this

once before...

back when I worked homicide

in Atlanta.

This must've been

a real son of a b*tch.

You see this, this white stuff

underneath his fingernails?

This guy actually tried to claw

the paint off this bathtub.

So, how come you haven't

called the sheriff yet?

I thought you might want

to have a look...

before they come along,

messed up the crime scene.

That's real considerate of you,

Minos...

but I'd prefer

if you'd cut the cute act.

I figure

you brought me down here...

to get my reaction to this

to see if I was the guy...

that threw that radio into

that bathtub. Am I right?

Did you?

I wish I had.

You know a guy named

Victor Romero?

Why you want to know?

He came by the house

right before it happened.

He tried to shake Annie's tree.

And you think

he's the third guy?

Dave...

let me give you some advice

I know you won't take.

Forget about Romero.

Now, I don't know

his resume by heart...

but you are talking about

a true genetic f***-up...

who gets off on hurting people.

And I'd sure hate to see you

or those close to you...

get hurt

any more than they already have.

Did you hear

what happened to Eddie?

I heard he had

a real nice service.

They cremated him...

put him in a vase or something.

I got up too late to go.

What about Victor Romero?

You seen him lately?

I don't know that person.

You f***ing my wife, Dave?

Come on, Dave, get up.

I ain't through.

Hey, Bubba,

you want to go to the hospital?

No, I don't want

to go to no hospital.

Hey, tell me something...

I really shook your peaches

with that first shot, didn't I?

Yeah.

- Let me ask you something.

- Huh?

What makes you think I was

messing around with Claudette?

Cuervo gold.

Well, she said

she was in the truck with you.

And I know she knows

how to get a guy on the bone.

Hey, man,

you're talking about your wife.

Hey, she's human.

You know something, Bubba?

I got a strange suspicion...

that you're a man

without a future.

Yeah?

Why is that?

Well, I mean...

you're in the backyard sparring

with the featherweights...

trying to be 16 years old again,

and one of these days...

somebody's going to come along

and take it all away from you.

Hey, Dave...

nobody is going

to cool out my action.

But it's real nice of you

to worry.

Take it easy.

What are you doing in here?

I couldn't find your keys...

so I had to pry the lock off

with a screwdriver.

I'm sorry about the damage

to the door.

I want you to get out

of this room.

What is this,

like your church...

where you come every day

to suffer?

That's none of your damn

business, what this room is.

That's not a part of your life.

You know what I think?

I think she wouldn't expect you

to be acting this way.

I think she'd be doing

just what I'm doing now.

How would you know that?

I mean, you're not her.

How would you know that?

I'm finished.

Jerry got busted again.

Jerry Falgout... the bartender

over at Smiling Jack's.

He was arrested up in Natchez...

for stealing

social security checks.

Pretty pathetic.

Robin, you and I

ought to have a little talk.

Hello?

Bien, gracias.

Me llamo Alafair.

Yo soy de El Salvador.

Hey, hey, darling,

let me have that.

Thank you. Thank you.

Can you get yourself

ready for bed?

Hello?

Sweet girl.

Who is this?

This is Victor Romero.

I'll be in in a minute.

I'm hearing a lot of stuff

I don't like to hear.

Most of it's

got your name on it.

You still there?

Yeah, I'm still here.

I hear you want to cut a slice

out of my ass...

like I'm responsible

for every crime in Louisiana.

You saying I'm killing people

on the airplanes and bathtubs...

going around the quarter

telling people...

I should be

looking over my shoulder...

before something heavy

falls on me.

You there?

I'm listening.

So I'll tell you my deal.

The people I do business with

are saying I'm too hot...

like maybe

I won't be around next year...

that this guy Robicheaux

is a hard tail and don't play...

so you're f***ing me, man.

Hey, Victor, I really don't give

a sh*t about your problems...

so why don't you write

all this down on a postcard...

and maybe I'll read it

if I get some free time.

There's a cello

in the front room...

and a fan in your bedroom

and a telephone in your hall...

except I tore it

out the wall for you.

And while I did your old lady...

you were outside

hiding in the dark.

I'm gonna find you.

Kiss my ass.

If you don't get off my back,

Robicheaux...

I'm gonna kill the kid,

the whore...

and that old f***

you got working for you.

You want all that

on a postcard, too?

You're going after him,

aren't you?

Hey, Streak...

you remember the time...

you took me to midnight mass

over at Saint Louis Cathedral?

And afterwards we walked

across the square...

and had beignets

at the Cafe du Monde.

You remember that?

I remember.

I thought you were serious

about me that night.

Robin...

I was just too messed up...

to realize that all you wanted

was to help me.

That's all you've ever wanted.

I just wish

I could return the favor.

Y'all let me know

if you need anything, Dave.

Hey, thank you, Burgess.

You look like you could

use a shower, Jerry.

Have you not been

showering lately?

I'm floating around

on an ice cube...

that's melting

in a f***ing toilet.

That's a swell metaphor, Jerry,

but I need a name.

- What do you want?

- Victor Romero.

Jesus, you've got

a f***ing obsession, man.

Look, I don't know where he is,

and I don't want to know!

Give me a name, Jerry.

I ain't got any.

Look, I'm telling you the truth.

I've got no reason

to cover for this cat.

You know why I'm after

these people, don't you?

Hey, I had

nothing to do with that.

Let me tell you something, man.

I'm going to find

those people...

and when I do, you gonna be

real glad you in here.

I'll see you when you get out,

partner.

He's got a cousin.

What's that? He's got a cousin?

So f***ing what?

- I don't know the cat's name.

- Come on!

Romero brought him

in the bar a couple times.

He had pulled a scam

everybody was laughing about...

counterfeit tuxedos...

like they was Roberto Armani

or some f***ing thing.

Where's this cousin at now?

I don't know.

I only met him once or twice.

I think he used to run

a laundry...

in the quarter or something...

called Juan's...

or Jose's.

Who sent you?

What'd you say?

Well, hey there.

I was just about

to go on up to bed.

Can I get you

something to drink, Dave?

Yeah.

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