Jinxed! Page #6

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You saw him laying there like a French fry.

I thought you liked me.

I thought you wanted to...

- This is what I want. I want to go...

- Wait.

We only got one more thing.

Just one more thing.

- Here.

- Whas this?

- Is from Harold.

- Great.

I didn't have to come back for this.

I coulve done this on my own.

But I wanted us to be together.

The last time we were together

was for murder. No thanks.

All I wanna do is go back to being

a blackjack dealer with no problems.

Since I met you,

is been one problem after another.

Go find yourself another patsy.

Get lost.

I am.

Sh*t, she's got my goddamn car again.

- Hey! How am I supposed to get to work?

- Crawl!

I think we're here.

Isn't this just like Harold?

- Is Ms. Nina here?

- Is she a friend of yours?

I don't know yet.

She's in Booth 3 at the top

of the stairs, turn right.

But thall cost you $2. For a silver dollar.

Thas quite a racket. $2 for a silver dollar.

And no refund.

- I just wanna talk.

- Thas what they all say, dear.

Where do they keep the light?

Hold it a second, buddy.

I've got something snagged here.

Hi.

Do you know a guy named Harold Benson?

- Sure I do. Whas it to you?

- Nothing. He sent me.

I'm Bonita Friml.

Bonita! You're Bonita! Right! Wait a second.

- I'm supposed to give you this.

- Thanks a lot.

- Say, were you a good friend of Harols?

- Sure.

Tell me something.

Did he used to make you dress up

in baby dolls and wear a wig?

- You, too?

- Yeah.

- Guess what?

- What?

He's dead!

I thought you'd get a kick out of that.

- See you, hon.

- Bye-bye.

Dead! I love it!

Go to East Glendale Avenue in Sparks.

Second row, fourth from the end.

Look for the Jordan Blueboy.

- Hi. Are you Jordan Blueboy?

- No, ma'am.

You wanna go right down this aisle,

second row, fourth from the end.

Put your hands

where money puts its gloves.

Trust me. Harold.

Go to 301 South Center Street. Look for Art.

Trust me. Harold.

I love you, pumpkin.

- Hello. Are you Art?

- Could be.

- Are you from my ex-wife's lawyer?

- No.

- I'm Art.

- Hi. I'm Bonita.

Jeez, I heard about Harold on the radio.

Poor guy.

Yeah.

Right! Sure, I'm supposed

to give you something.

Don't go away.

Drive to the ghost town in Bodie.

Turn right at the old saloon,

keep going till you reach the shaft.

See you. Harold.

Now, you stay in the car, darling.

Don't go away now.

Bye-bye.

Is anybody there?

No!

I can't believe Harold did this to me.

Please!

You know what the man in the big hat

said to me?

He said, "Otto, when she gets there...

"you give her what I told you."

So I'm gonna give it to you, lady.

- You're Otto?

- Yeah.

Harold told me about you.

He said you were a real colorful guy.

I mean, this is for me?

- We'll have a drink first.

- A drink?

Have you got any dip? No?

I think I'll just do this

maybe another time because...

Look, there's somebody

waiting for me in the car.

I saw you get out of the car.

I'm parked in a school zone.

- Sure you are.

- Yeah.

I don't like drinking alone.

- Who usually drinks with you?

- Nobody.

I didn't say I don't drink alone.

I said I don't like to drink alone.

I see.

I'll tell you the truth.

I really only came to get...

No, no.

No, please!

Harold was a good friend of yours,

wasn't he?

He wouldn't like it if you hurt me!

Harols dead. Otto ain't.

No!

- Now will you fix the drinks?

- Yes!

- Fix the drinks!

- Yes! Okay!

I'll fix the drinks.

What a nice voice you have.

You know, I used to be a singer myself.

And I can...

Looky here. Look at that.

One, two, three...

four, five, six.

The man in the big hat was a gambler?

Otto's a gambler, too!

Now drink!

- I said drink!

- Yikes! Okay.

I don't like to drink alone. Won't you? Here.

- To Harold.

- All right.

You know what?

That pretty dress of yours...

is gonna get all dirty.

Why don't you take it off?

Oh, Christ, Mama!

You know you don't hear too good.

I said take it off!

Mommy! Okay, okay!

Take it... Get your dress...

Take your dress...

Oh, Jesus!

You dirty old fart!

Oh, Angus.

Angus. We gotta go. Come on!

All right, you little rat, stay there.

See if I care.

What is this, after all that?

Is a book. Is a book of anagrams.

Wait a minute.

"Go back to the coop.

"Five letters will clip the pigeon's wings.

Thinking of you. Harold."

I don't have the five letters!

Angus, what was that first letter? What?

Just calm down.

Wait a second.

There was the lady

in the glass booth, Ms. Nina.

And then after that, I went to a...

I went to a car wash. Car wash.

Then I... Then I went...

Then I went to an auto muzeum...

and I saw a car called...

the Jordan...

Blue Boy.

Then I...

"Go back to the coop.

Five letters will clip the pigeon's wings.

"Five letters will clip the pigeon's wing."

The pigeon...

Thas Willie.

Then the coop.

That must be where he... where he works.

The pigeon coop. Harrah's.

Harrah's.

Now I haven't got any vowels.

This isn't funny, Harold. This isn't funny.

Otto.

Oh, sh*t. Otto.

Otto, Jordan...

Harrah's, Nina...

car wash! Oh, wait.

I don't know anybody named John C.

Wait! Is this.

The owner of the car wash.

His name was Ed. His name was Bill.

His name was Phil. His name was Bart.

His name was Art.

Jonah.

I'm his Jonah.

I bring him bad luck. Thas my power.

Jonah.

Come on, honey.

We got to get the hell out of here.

Okay-dokey. Is our night to howl.

Here we go!

- That was lucky.

- Yeah, it was.

- I'm sorry, ladies. Better luck next time.

- It better be, dealer.

- He's all yours, honey.

- Thank you.

Hiya, dealer.

Where the hell have you been?

And where's my car?

- Whas this?

- Chips, please.

- You gonna play?

- Yes, I'm gonna play.

- What are you trying to pull?

- I'd like to play.

Chips, please.

You okay, Willie?

I'm feeling lucky

and I want to play some blackjack.

May I please have my chips?

Oh, no. I don't want those $100 chips.

I want the $500 chips.

I'm feeling lucky.

Thank you.

$1,000, huh?

Sure there was no insurance money.

Oh, just a second. Oh, miss?

Hi.

- Regular or menthol?

- Neither.

I think I'll just have...

one of these.

I used to have a friend who smoked

them and he told me they were good luck.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Play ball.

Quite a nice game, blackjack.

Sorry I came to it so late in life.

Sorry. You probably don't like music.

Will Kevin and Alexandra Pope

report to the hotel lobby, please?

Kevin and Alexandra Pope,

hotel lobby, please.

I'm sorry.

But not that sorry.

- Why are you doing this?

- I don't know. The lighs good here.

You gonna play all of it?

Blackjack.

This isn't happening.

And once again, Bonita, you win.

- Okay, kid, time for your break.

- Come on.

I'm sorry, but our dealer needs a vacation.

Really? So suddenly.

Thas all right.

I was about to cash in anyway.

- Can I get some help?

- I'd be glad to give a hand.

No, thanks.

I'm afraid our dealer

has to find a new line of work.

Actually, so do I.

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