Life of Crime Page #7

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"It's a ballet recital.

Who friggin' cares?"

- That was really helpful.

- Thanks, Marsh.

Where you been

all week, celebrity?

I was kidnapped.

What you thinking about?

Mickey!

How are you?

Oh, my God. I'm fine.

You know, I've been worried sick about you.

Mick, what happened?

Did you even try to find out?

When I didn't hear

anything, of course I did.

I tried to call you. I came by.

I looked for you at the club.

Mmm-hmm.

You look good.

Marshall, there is a hole in my

closet door the size of you.

Jesus, I know.

Maybe if we hurry up, we can get it fixed.

The suits, I came by and took them in.

They're all clean.

Marshall, do you even know

where I've been all week?

Mickey, listen.

Talk.

I'll pick up the suits.

You call a guy about the door.

All right. I think I'll just

let you and Frank handle it.

What do you mean? Frank? Mickey.

Roll down the window.

Just for one second.

You all right?

I'm fine.

You want a drink?

Sure.

When'd you get back?

I just walked in.

Oh, you mean the flight.

Did you stop and see

Bo on your way back?

Way back? No.

Didn't have the time.

There's been a few problems

on that Grandview job.

All the sod that was supposed

to be in a month ago?

I come back, none of

the landscaping is done.

Unbelievable.

Or would you

rather talk about golf?

You asked me why I didn't see Bo.

I'm telling you.

Did you pay them?

Didn't have to. They backed off.

When did they back off?

When I wouldn't pay them.

It was a bluff.

I called it. That's all.

What if they weren't bluffing?

But they were.

What the hell's wrong with you?

What if they

weren't bluffing, Frank?

Okay, you're getting

a little hysterical here.

I told them right from the

start I wasn't gonna pay.

Okay. Did you go to the police?

No. I couldn't.

They said if I did...

That's when they

threatened your life.

But I thought they

were bluffing, honey.

This isn't simple to explain.

Okay.

At first, I didn't do anything.

And then I knew,

as soon as I talked to them again,

I knew that they'd back off.

And that there wasn't really

anything serious to worry about.

Other than, of course,

what you went through.

I imagine it was a pretty

frightening experience.

You're not gonna tell me.

But I know what you did,

you know what you did,

and that's all that

matters, isn't it? So...

Isn't it?

I got the divorce papers.

They were waiting for me when I got home.

Now, obviously they

were sent way before

I knew anything

about a kidnapping.

Are you gonna marry her?

Listen, instead of discussing

what I feel is personal,

I think it was Henry

Kissinger that said,

"Never complain. Never explain."

That was Henry Ford,

when he was arrested for

drunk driving in California

with another woman in his car.

So...

What do I get?

What's my part of the settlement?

Well, we sell the house,

split the equity.

It's about 200,000,

plus alimony, child support.

And then we divide the money you're

sneaking into the Freeport account?

There is no Freeport

bank account in my name

and there is no possible

way anyone can prove it.

You want to look in my books?

Mmm-mmm.

No, but I would like to see

your apartment buildings.

Your refrigerators, ranges,

all of your appliances.

How you save money

on stolen materials.

How do you know about that?

And how you pay your old buddy

Ray Shelby to front you.

And without even

getting into the kidnapping,

I could stir up enough

to just nail your ass.

Look, I don't know

what you think you know.

Couldn't I?

I mean, if I was

the type of person

that wanted to

see you go to jail.

Frank.

What?

Are you gonna marry...

What's her name?

I hope to.

You mean if you

don't go to jail.

No, that's not what I meant.

Oh, we're just wasting time.

Let's wait till I get a lawyer.

Fine.

But before you get

an expensive divorce lawyer,

just know it comes

out of the settlement.

Just so much in

the kitty, kitty.

Watch it.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

Did they

take advantage of you or...

Mmm-mmm.

Something happened to you.

You're different.

Hey.

Finally changed your

clothes. You look nice.

Fancy pants.

These are my culottes.

Well, they're pretty cool.

And no bra?

I have one on.

I have more than one bra.

Anyway, I gotta

tell you somethin'.

Hear that? What?

"I gotta tell you

somethin'." I sound like you.

I say that?

Anyway, what I was gonna say was,

I didn't come for this bra.

I just... I needed somebody

to talk to, and, you know...

Is it all right that

I just invited myself?

Yeah, sure.

Sure, it is, but there's one problem.

See, I was trying to talk to

my husband finally and...

Wait. What problem?

Oh, Ordell is back. I know that.

Yeah, but he's not alone.

They expressing themselves.

Enchantee.

Hello, Mickey.

Ordell.

Oh, please.

Make yourself comfortable.

Have a seat.

I just was in the neighborhood,

thought I'd stop by,

say hi to the old gang.

Oh, no, we ain't no gang.

We just, you know, some folks.

Uh.

Mickey, meet Melanie.

Melanie, Mickey.

Hi.

Hi.

How's Frank?

Frank's great.

Guys, what's going on? Mickey?

Louis, who's your friend?

I thought you two were introduced.

Melanie, Mickey.

Bullshit.

Mickey says her old

man's divorcing her.

Really?

Mmm.

And I don't want to

interfere with his new life.

Mine, either.

This is the part

where I say what?

What, you don't believe me?

Uh-uh.

Do you want me to describe

the apartment in Freeport?

Ordell's been there.

All right.

Well, how about the birthmark two

inches from the base of his spine?

Assuming, of course,

that you've been there.

I gotta take a leak.

Just sit still. Sit still.

Hold on. Hmm.

Now the woman said that the

man is gonna divorce her.

He's not coming back.

He don't want to make a new start.

Mmm-mmm. ORDELL:
Hmm.

So I got it wrong, baby. I mean,

I can't help if he tells her one

thing and then tells me another.

Or if she's pissed.

Are you mad at anybody?

No, not at all.

No, she's not mad.

This is bullshit.

Would you mind terribly?

Hmm.

There she goes,

future Mrs. Dawson.

She looks like a million bucks.

Did he tell you he

was gonna marry her?

Mmm-hmm.

And live with her until he does.

Hmm.

Hmm!

You know, guys,

I was thinking we should call Frank

and then we'd all be together.

Yeah.

Sure.

Let's call the motherf***er.

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