Kill Me Again Page #2

How'd you get blood?

It's not that hard.

This is the part I've been waiting for.

The murderer probably came here, and had a few drinks with you.

Go ahead.

The cops love lipstick and fingerprints.

So...

You were probably there, on the bed, and...

he was here, uh...

Yeah? And he probably made a pass at me.

Come here.

Yeah. Probably drunk, and...

tried to rough you up.

Yeah, but I tried to fight him off.

Show me how. We gotta make it look real.

You can do better than that, Jack.

You gotta do a good job.

This is costing me a lot of money.

Come on, rip it!

Ja sam se estoko branila.

I put up a wicked fight.

And then,

the murderer gets tired of wrestling.

And decides...

to kill the b*tch,

and take her money.

Exhibit A.

Wanna put some on me?

I gotta put some holes in your dress, first.

Wouldn't it be easier if I took my dress off?

Sorry!

I always wondered what it'd be like

to die a really violent death.

Well, now you know.

Yeah.

Just lie there like you're dead.

- You left everything in here?

- Mm-hmm.

Except my car keys, which you have.

Don't laugh. You're dead.

- What are you doing?

- Putting you in the trunk.

Shh! Quiet!

We did it, huh?

I can't wait to start being Vera Billings.

- You're still gonna have to be careful.

- Yeah, I know.

You know...

I gotta tell you something.

When I first met you,

I thought you were a loser.

- Why'd you hire me?

- Why'd you take the job?

Anyway,

I was wrong.

You make a great murderer.

Why don't you come over to my room when you get back?

I'll pay you the rest of your cash.

- We'll celebrate.

- It'll take me a couple of hours to go to the lake and back.

I don't mind.

DEEPWATER:

INDIAN RESERVATION

Jesus!

I'm sorry. I was just trying to be careful.

- Well-

- What're you sneaking up on me for?

I'm sorry, I was just try-

Take it easy!

She didn't go all the way down, huh?

Nah. Doesn't matter.

The cops will just find it sooner.

Yeah. This is a spooky place at night.

You know, this used to be sacred Indian land?

They say that there's ghosts -

ghosts and spirits, you know?

So when do we get paid?

Uh, tomorrow.

Want some?

Hallelujah, boy. Mm-hmm.

Fay?

Hi, I'm looking for a woman named Billings.

- Have you seen her?

- I remember her, good looking. Friend of yours?

Yeah.

- It's important.

- Well, let's see.

She only checked in early this morning,

and she checked out about two hours ago.

I know because I had to get her a cab

to take her to the airport.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, of course I'm sure.

I wouldn't forget a thing like that.

I'm not that old!

Unbelievable!

Oh, yeah, I remember her. Definitely.

Hard to forget if you know what I mean!

Yeah, she took flight 405 to Las Vegas.

- Got away from you, huh.

- Yeah, she sure did.

- When's the next flight?

- Next available is...

Tomorrow morning, 11 am.

Thanks for all your help.

Good luck.

Hey, Andrews. Jack Andrews,

we got a warrant for your arrest.

The hell you do.

Come on.

- You got a warrant for that?

- Yeah. Get him out of here!

When did you first meet Fay Forester?

Never heard of her.

- Where were you at 11:40 last night, Jack.

- Drinking. With friends. Alan Swayze..

- What's his phone number?

- You got a phone book, look it up.

- Ever been in the Rancho Sierra?

- What's that, a whorehouse?

- Got any debts, Jack?

- A few, why?

- How'd you get that broken finger?

- Closing the file cabinet.

- Who gave you the scratch on the face, Jack?

- What scratch?

You used to be a pretty normal,

law-abiding citizen, Jack.

Degree in business,

insurance investigator for three years.

Married, briefly.

- And you got a point?

- Well, then things kinda go downhill.

1987, Drunk and disorderly.

- '88, a week in jail for withholding evidence.

- I was protecting a client.

Two current moving violations, and $270 in outstanding parking tickets.

Parking tickets! You got me.

Jack, there's somebody I want you to meet.

Is this the man you saw last night?

Take your time.

- No, he doesn't look anything like him.

- You sure?

This guy was big, mean-looking!

I can't believe Fay was with this guy.

I can't believe she's...

It's okay Tim, thanks.

You're a murder suspect in this case, Jack.

And, as such, you're forbidden by law

from leaving Washoe county

without permission in writing from me.

- You understand that, Jack

- You're wasting your time.

You know,

...There was another woman that disappeared...

...in a car, in a lake, a couple of years ago

You were there, Jack.

Maybe there's a connection.

Hey, Sam, come on. Everybody knows that

was an accident. Give the guy a break.

Oh yeah, sure, that was an accident, wasn't it.

He managed to save his own skin-

You son of a b*tch! Get him out of here!

Get him out of here before I break his f***ing neck!

Get him outta here!

"Woman feared murdered;

Private investigator questioned"

"Police are looking for the body of Fay Forester..."

"A suspect, Reno private investigator Jack Andrews,

was arrested in connection with the alleged murder..."

"A suspect, Reno private investigator

Jack Andrews,

was arrested in connection with the alleged murder,

but was released this morning after questioning."

That ain't gonna be too good for business, is it, Jack?

So, you think she set you up, or what?

She wouldn't set me up, I'd blow her whole scheme.

There had to be some minor connection.

Unless she wanted people to think that she was trying to be dead...

I don't care what she's trying to pull.

She owes me and I'm gonna collect.

Oh, man, you hear what you're saying?

Listen to you!

Jack, blow it off. You leave town and

Hendricks is gonna send you to jail.

Then I'll do the 30 days and pay the fine.

I want you to check all the hotels in Vegas.

She's probably under the name of Vera Billings.

Vera Billings. Alright.

- I'll get on it right away.

- And try to get back here as soon as you can.

I got nobody minding the store 'til Teri comes back.

Whaddya say, Jack? Going somewhere?

Nope. Just walking my friend to his car.

- Have a nice trip.

- Yeah. Thanks, Jack.

- Excuse me, boys.

- Drive careful.

What are you guys doing here?

I still got a couple of days.

Heard you was in jail.

Thought there might be a problem.

There's thirty-four hundred.

Very good, Jack. Very good.

Where'd you get it?

- Don't you read the papers? I killed somebody.

- Funny guy!

Come on, you'll get the rest in three days.

Now, I really hope you're not thinking about leaving town.

Now why would I want to do that? I'm very happy here.

Take care of that finger.

Yes.

I've been waiting for my checking account balance.

Great. Seven hundred and thirty-two...

Oh.

Sorry, we're closed.

Yeah, well, the door was open.

My fault, sorry,

but we're closed.

- You Jack?

- Yeah, but, uh, like I said...

Jack Andrews.

- What'd you do with Fay Forester.

- Never heard of her.

You're a f***ing liar.

The cops got it wrong.I never heard of her.

- I've never heard of her!

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