Intolerable Cruelty Page #8

I intend to have Freddy

seek an injunction...

that would forbid you to approach

within 500 feet of my house.

You mean, my house. Oh, I believe the

residence will be part of the settlement.

Marylin, didn't last night

mean anything to you?

Oh. Well, about as much as it'll mean to you...

half of your net worth.

Oh, Miles, you'll always be

my favorite husband.

But no more sentiment,

darling.

I really have to be going.

The dog's rented.

You didn't win.

Excuse me?

I can always tell, comin' back

from Vegas, who didn't win.

You're right.

But...

you're going through with it?

Yes.

I just felt so sorry for him

for a minute there.

At the preliminary hearing,

he just looked so beaten.

Well, he was beaten, fair and square.

I know, but...

Oh, their pathetic look.

It's what they all fall back on

when they don't have a prenup.

Just stay strong

until the divorce is final.

Relax...

and enjoy your pool.

Do you think he's eating enough?

Marylin!

This woman has humbled,

shamed and disgraced

the entire firm.

- Yes, Herb.

- Counselor...

this firm deals in power.

This firm deals in perception.

This firm cannot prosper...

nor long endure

if it is perceived to be...

dancing to the music of a hurdy-gurdy!

It's just...

Herb, for the first time

in my career,

I don't know what to do.

I'm a patsy.

I'm a sittin' duck. I'm lost.

Lost?

I'll tell you what you can do.

You can act like a man.

And let me

tell you something, smart guy.

You thought you had it

all figured out.

Trust. Marriage.

All your goddamn love, love, love!

Now, you listen to me. I'm gonna

talk to you about the goddamn law.

We serve the law!

We honor the law!

And sometimes, Counselor,

we obey the law.

But, Counselor,

this is not one of those times.

Are you... WheezyJoe?

Which of youse is Smith?

Well, uh, we're here

representing Mr. Smith...

on a matter of some delicacy.

- Who's the pigeon?

- The what?

- Who you want me to kill?

- Yes. Well, we would like you...

Mr. Smith would like you

to neutralize...

terminate...

render unto a state of...

so that

she isn't so much, uh... uh...

- Breathing.

- Yes. A business associate...

by the name of Marylin Rexroth-Doyle-Massey...

Smith... Massey.

Is that one person?

I have some photos here...

of Miss Rexroth, and, um, that's the address

that she's staying at.

That is Mr. Smith's address...

Massey's... Smith...

It's Mr. Smith's address, although

Mr. Smith is not directly involved.

Because of an impending legal matter, we need

this to happen within a certain time frame.

- On an expedited basis.

- You're in a rush.

We're not in a rush.

Mr. Smith is.

Sh... Sh... Sh... She won't...

She won't suffer, will she?

Not unless you pay extra.

# Oh, I've been workin'

on the railroad #

#All the livelong day #

# I've been workin' on the railroad #

# Just to pass the time away #

# Can't you hear the whistle blowing #

# Rise up so early in the morn # #

Toot-toot!

Whistle's goin' "toot-toot."

What's the matter, Rexie?

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

One moment, please.

Miles.

It's for you.

Hello? Yes?

What?

I see.

My God.

- What?

- That was Marvin Untermeyer.

He was Rex Rexroth's

personal attorney.

Yes?

What do you mean, he was?

Rex had a massive coronary

in the middle of a business meeting.

He's dead.

Well, I'm very sorry to hear that,

but you two weren't... close,

were you?

Marvin said that Rex's will was four years old.

Never redrafted it.

He was stinkin'rich.

Yes?

Everything goes to Marylin.

She's not poor.

She's richer than you.

She is exposed. No prenup.

She's a sitting duck.

She's a sitting duck.

Can't kill her. No need. Mm-hmm.

No. It would be pointless.

She's exposed. It's pointless.

Exposed. Why kill the only woman you've

ever loved when she's the richer party?

She's rich. And I love her.

Don't need to kill her.

Ah. What? Ah!

You've reached

WheezyJoe. What do you want? Joe!

Hi, it's Miles Smith...

Mr. Smith... calling to say...

on behalf of myself, that it is...

No-go.

uh, no-go concerning Marylin.

I'm speaking with no knowledge.

This is what Mr. Smith wants.

This is what I want.

I am Mr. Smith.

Thank you.

That was good.

- You think I'm protected?

- Ehh... You...

Am I protected?

I think it would hold up.

- Marylin.

- Yes, yes. Marylin.

- What do we do? What if he's on his way there?

- Yes. Oh!

- If he's on his way there...

- Oh, no! Marylin!

Get her out and buy some time.

Buy some time!

Hello?

Marylin, you must leave

the house immediately.

It's imperative that you leave the house.

Hello, Miles.

- Hello, dear.

- Now, Miles, pending final settlement,

you know that I'm entitled to use the house.

No, no, no! You don't understand!

It's an emergency!

An emergency!

What is it?

I forgot that I left the gas main on, which leaks!

- Good gosh. That sounds dangerous.

- It's a deadly, odorless, colorless,

"liquid-less" gas that... that attacks

the central nervous system...

and causes diarrhea

and facial tics!

Okay. All right.

Well, thanks for calling, Miles. Okay. Bye-bye.

I think she bought it.

So, tell me...

who sent you?

Mr. Smith.

Is this Mr. Smith?

No.

That's his lawyer.

Whatever they're paying you,

I'll double.

What now? We wait for WheezyJoe.

We tell him it's a no-go.

Careful.

Rottweilers.

Looks like she's gone.

Looks like she bought it.

Good stuff. There's no one here.

Except for the rottweilers.

Sure. Rottweilers.

You go that way.

Wheezy Joe?

Wheezy Joe, thank God you're in time.

You're not in time. We're in time.

Thank God we're in time.

Look, it's a no-go. You get it?

No one need be the wiser, so you can just go on home.

Good-bye. You know,

thank you so much.

Hear that? Okay?

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

No-go. No contract.

It's off. It's...

Will you explain to the lunkhead that

it's a no-go? No-go. It's a no-go.

We'll settle your contract later. Look, you're fired, pal.

Let it go. Walk away.

- Golden parachute.

- Don't let the screen door hit you. Does he speak any language?

Here's what happened, Mr. Carnera. We feel that...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wheezy.! Uh...

Told him it was a no-go.

Gentlemen.

Freddy.

- Hello, Marylin.

- Hello, Miles.

- This is where we first met, remember?

- Of course I remember.

It's hard to believe that when you walk out that

door today, you'll be walking out of my life forever.

It's not something

I wanted either.

But, then, I guess...

something inside of me died...

when I realized that

you'd hired a goon to kill me.

Wait a minute. You hired him to kill me.

No. Both of you wait a minute.

- Nobody hired anyone to kill anyone.

- Hear, hear.

Apparently, from what I can gather,

a burglar broke into your house.

Miles's house.

Whatever!

A burglar broke in intending to loot the place,

uh, repented,

became despondent over his lifestyle

and shot himself.

- So where does that leave you and me?

- Well, we've outlined a settlement.

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