I Love You to Death Page #6

gonna get paid in advance.

If we keep shooting Joey, don't

you think he might get suspicious?

Larry.

Tell him what you told me.

- I wanna make a deal.

- Not that, the other thing.

- There's not enough heat in my cell.

- No...

- ... Harlan and Marlon.

- Oh, yeah.

Harlan and his cousin Marlon. I heard

they was paid a lot to hit Joey Boca.

Joey Boca? Why?

I don't know. That's what I heard.

They was buying drinks

for everyone and bragging.

Said they shot the dude.

Said they got $5000.

It's kind of late. Maybe they're asleep.

- I better answer.

- No. No. Rosalie.

Now, look, whatever happens,

let me do the talking.

- Mama, don't say anything.

- What?

- No sense everyone getting in trouble.

- But I don't want you to get in trouble.

- See why they're here-

- Anyway, Joey's not dead, you know.

All we did was put him to sleep

and wake him up a few times.

Mama, he has two bullets

in him. He could be dying.

So how come he wants meatballs?

- Evening, Rosalie.

- Is something wrong?

May we come in?

You mean now?

- We'd like to see Joey.

- Joey?

Your husband. Joey.

Yeah, Joey. Joey. Well...

...he's not feeling well.

Come back in a couple of days.

Joey very sick. You come

back some other time.

We'd like to see him tonight.

Maybe tomorrow.

Rosalie, if we have to, we'll

come back with a warrant.

Joey?

Hey, Larry, how you doing?

You all right?

- I got a little virus.

- A virus?

Yes, some kind of virus.

I got a headache.

You mind if I turn on the light?

Sure. Go ahead.

- I don't think you should.

- Just for a second.

It doesn't work anyway.

Get you nice and comfortable.

Excuse me, Rosalie. Excuse

me, please. Please excuse me.

- Jesus.

- What?

What the hell's going on?

- What's wrong?

- What is it?

He's been shot in the head.

- Really?

- What?

No wonder he has headache.

Headache? He's got

a bullet in him. Carlos...

...get an ambulance

over here right away.

Devo!

I was gonna get a Band-Aid for Joey.

Yeah, this is Detective Carlos Wiley.

I'm at 424 North C, as in "Charlie. "

- Gunshot victim...

- We didn't do it. I swear.

- We found him outside on the lawn.

- Outside.

Yeah. He was lying there.

Someone had shot him...

- ... and thrown him on the lawn.

- It was a mess.

It was terrible, so we...

- ... brought him in, and we put him in bed.

- Like you see.

- It must be the Mafia.

- Mafia?

- The Mafia.

- Yeah, Joey was Italian.

- He is Italian.

- He is Italian.

Rosalie, why didn't you

take him to the hospital?

- He didn't want to go.

- He wasn't feeling up to it.

Joey...

...you didn't wanna go to the hospital?

No. Why, for a virus?

How many bottles of

pills did you give him?

I gave him two bottles. One, two.

Harlan and Marlon say Devo

shot him the first time. Is that right?

Devo wouldn't have been there

if it wasn't for me.

How do you mean?

I wanted to kill Joey. Devo

had nothing to do with it.

Did Devo shoot him or not?

- What does Devo say?

- Never mind him. What do you say?

It wasn't Devo. It was me.

I shot him the first time, and then...

Who shot him? Let me see. It was

Marlon. No, no. Harlan. Harlan.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- Why? Who do you think shot him?

- What about your mother?

She had nothing to do with it.

Yes, I shoot him. Yes.

You know why?

He is no-good son of a b*tch.

- Who gave him the pills?

- I did.

What do you think? First I give

him pills, then I shoot him.

You want me to confess?

Give me piece of paper. I confess.

- What about Rosalie?

- Rosalie? She does nothing.

No, I do everything. I give him

pills, I shoot him, everything.

And while you were doing this,

what was your daughter doing?

She was begging me to stop.

But I do it anyway,

and you know why?

I am her mother. I do what I like.

I thought Devo shot

him the first time.

Devo?

Oh, no. You must be joking.

No, Devo's very nice boy.

He wouldn't shoot nobody.

I don't understand why you're trying

to blame it on Rosalie. Maybe I did it.

- Maybe I'm glad I did it.

- Are you saying you did it?

- No, he's not saying that.

- What's he saying?

He's not saying anything.

I know how to fire a gun.

My brother was in the National Guard.

So, what are you saying?

He's saying that his brother...

...is a patriotic American.

Mrs. Boca, was it a crime of passion?

- Look at all these people!

- Rosalie, what can you tell me?

Remember, you had

nothing to do with it.

Tonight, I bet you anything we'll be on

TV, you and me. Can you imagine?

- Can you give us a statement? Please.

- Mrs. Boca!

Devo. Devo, what can you tell us?

What happened? Is the Mafia involved?

I have nothing to say

at this time. No comment.

What about you, sir-?

Get the f*** away.

What about Joey? Is he dead, or what?

Who's Joey?

You know, the guy. The guy.

Oh, yeah, the guy. F***.

He's still alive. Why?

What do you know?

Nothing.

Rosalie.

Lacey. How you doing?

Hi, Joey. How do you feel?

You should see all the reporters outside.

You're gonna be so famous.

I even heard People magazine

was gonna interview you.

You shouldn't be here now.

It's not right.

But the doctor said you're

gonna be out in a week.

Listen. Baby...

...when somebody shoot you in the head...

...it makes you think.

I've been doing a lot of thinking

lately, a whole lot, and...

...I can't mess around anymore.

I gotta be a good husband.

I gotta take my marriage more serious.

You know what I mean?

Joey, what are you saying?

She shot you. Twice.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

She never shot me herself, per se.

So, what about us?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

That's all over now.

I always told you I loved my wife.

Joey, who is this woman?

Mama, this is Lacey.

She's a friend of mine.

My Joey has to get his rest.

You shouldn't be here now.

I was just leaving.

Good. Just leave. You don't belong

here anyway. You're not his wife.

I'll see you later, Joey.

How are you feeling today?

Okay, Mama, better.

I spoke to Rosalie this morning.

You did? What did she tell you?

What did she tell me?

She told me the truth.

What's the matter with you, you big shot?

- Mama.

- Cheating on your wife.

Mama! Please, I got a bullet in my head.

You should have two bullets in your head.

Three bullets, four bullets.

Mama, please, I'm so sorry.

What can I say?

You no tell me you're sorry.

- No.

- No.

You tell Rosalie.

Oh, si, good idea. Sure, yeah.

Otherwise, I give you such a beating...

Va bene, okay. Si, si, Mama,

that's a good idea.

Oh, no.

Mama.

How can you bail her out?

Don't you see what that means?

It means she can come home.

In the hospital,

you said you'd prosecute.

I know, Larry. I changed my mind.

I'm sorry.

I learned a lot in the last few weeks.

You wouldn't have revenge

on your mind, would you, Joey?

She's my wife.

I wanna bring her home.

I love her. You understand?

She shouldn't be in prison.

She's the mother of my children.

Maybe she had good reasons for

trying to kill me. You ever think of that?

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