Locker 13 Page #7

Speaking of unhappy,

what about you, Rachel?

Huh? Come on.

All the broken promises,

the lonely nights,

the pictures of you naked

that he put on the internet?

Tell me, how does it feel to be

a piece of candy nobody wants to eat?

Ay, Rachel. Ay Dios.

You're just mad.

How about you, Marcia?

Did you hire me?

I wouldn't even know

how to contact someone like you.

Marcia.

Once again,

Harvey's secretary is lying.

No, I'm not lying.

I don't even have any money.

But you did, quite a lot of it,

every single week deposited

automatically into your account.

He stopped, okay?

He stopped.

One day, he just stopped.

Oh, and why did he stop, liar?

We were... We were

going to have a baby.

That's why he stopped.

He didn't want it.

Okay. No motive here.

Very nice.

Very nice!

What?

You think I was born yesterday?

You all had motive,

yet none of you did it!

You know, I'll tell you something.

I find it hard to believe.

'Cause after all the people

Harvey knew,

you were the three people

that he scorned the most.

What's really hard to believe

is how you know so much about us,

yet you don't know who hired you.

The reason, Rachel, is because

the person who contacted me...

disguised their voice

with this.

You know, it worked so well,

I had to get one myself!

You need a confession

from one of us.

You were sloppy or something,

and you need an alibi.

You accuse me of trying

to seek a confession,

but the truth of the matter is,

I'm looking for a real ending!

You know, in the first chapter

of my memoirs...

there is a part I call

"the cleaning."

It is the process

of the before and after

I take an assignment.

Now, when I was cleaning Harvey,

I found this key.

You see?

And this key belongs

to Harvey's locker,

which is right behind me.

Its contents?

Very valuable.

No importance to me.

But I guarantee you,

it's got great value to one of you.

So you have to,

in your own words,

tell me why

you wanted Harvey dead.

The most convincing...

gets the key,

and the least convincing...

let's just say,

it's the last chapter.

Record.

I did it.

He was a bastard.

I never loved him.

Those pictures?

He tricked me.

He said that they were

for a screen test or something,

and when I found out he put them

on the internet, I called you.

I was never pregnant.

I just said that

to try to keep him.

I just wanted his money.

- Unconvincing.

- No!

Who's next?

I was a prisoner.

Don't believe her!

She had it so good.

He wanted his wedding ring.

If I couldn't have him to myself,

nobody could.

No, no. He just did that

to keep his playthings

from getting too close.

He made me do things

with him and other women on camera.

He would have

never asked me to do those things.

Do you know how many times

I sat in my apartment

with a $200 dress and a new haircut

only to stare at the clock all night?

I had twenty clocks in my house,

nine televisions,

forty-five paintings,

and I could tell you how many hangers

were in my closet.

Oh, sure. A luxurious mansion,

servants, an endless bank account.

You must have been so lonely.

At least she wasn't

constantly built up and promised things...

- You make it seem like I had a life.

- only to be crushed.

- I was good for him, and he knew it...

- That is so funny.

but he always just used me

like toilet paper and went home to her!

I wasn't a trophy.

I was an accessory.

Do you wish that you had my life?

So that you could never talk

to your family or your friends?

Oh, boo-hoo.

He gave me nothing!

He strung me along

and humiliated me.

It had to end.

And he beat me!

That's a lie.

That is so not his style.

I just wish one time

he would have beaten me.

That way, I could have grabbed

the nearest candlestick

or vase or plate

and smashed his brains in.

But he controlled me

the best way he knew how...

by dangling a lick of freedom

in front of my face every day.

Every day.

No!

No.

No!

Go.

No!

I deserve this.

I deserve this!

I deserve this!

Aah!

Hello, sweetheart.

I never suspected it

would be you.

You b*tch.

- What?

- Ah, no,

it's just that I'm so dissatisfied,

a little, you know?

Because don't you think

it's so clich,

the scorned wife?

What are you saying?

I'm saying it's just that, you know,

maybe it's, like, kind of obvious.

You got what you wanted.

We had an agreement.

You got the killer ending

to your book, and I'll publish it.

So, what?

What else do you want?

What else do I want?

Yeah, what else do you want?

A surprise twist.

I'm just kidding.

Ohh!

That's not... What are you

laughing about?

- I thought it was funny.

- You had me scared.

I thought

you were actually gonna...

I like to play jokes on you

sometimes.

- I apologize.

- Oh, boy!

Okay, no more, no more.

No more.

That's not very uplifting.

Rarely is.

Whatever.

Sweep the place up,

take out the trash,

and, uh, wipe down

the lockers once a night.

Here's your logbook.

- Wipe 'em down, huh?

- Yeah.

I think you missed yours.

No, every one but that one.

What's so special about your...

Don't touch my locker, please?

- Can I clean it?

- No.

By the way, here's your keys.

Almost forgot.

What's the spiffy red one for?

Well, that's the master key

to the lockers.

Now, I'll be back in the morning

before you go,

so if you got any questions,

just throw them at me then.

- I got it.

- All right. Skip?

- Uh...

- What?

All right, I said enough.

Man, that guy

needs to get out more.

Aw, screw it.

"Don't touch my locker."

"Don't even look in my locker."

Can I spit in your locker, Archie?

Big deal.

Hello?

Archie?

- Aah!

- Aah!

Who are you?

- I'm Skip.

- I'm Skip.

- No, I'm Skip.

- No, I'm Skip.

- I'm Skip, too.

- I'm Skip, too.

- Stop. No, you stop!

- No, you stop!

This is crazy.

Seriously.

So, uh, what?

You're, uh...

You're me, then?

Prove it.

When did Mom die?

That's a trick question.

She's not dead.

Where did Dad die?

Front seat of the Capri,

drunk as always.

What was his favorite drink?

Jack Daniel's.

What's the most important thing

to you?

Honesty.

You gotta be kidding.

It's right there

in your breast pocket.

- You are me.

- You are me.

Okay.

So, how's it going?

It sucks...

like always.

You?

Yeah, the same here.

So how about them Braves, huh?

Love 'em.

Yeah, I can't wait to see

them sweep tomorrow.

Yeah.

Wait, they don't play tomorrow.

Against Tampa, last game

of the three-game series.

No.

No, that...

that game was tonight.

No, man, tonight was game two.

I know 'cause my brother-in-law

- loves Tampa.

- Loves Tampa and won't shut up about it.

Yeah, that game was tonight.

Wait, wait, wait.

What day is it?

It's Thursday.

No, it's not.

It's Wednesday.

No, I think I know what day it is.

Well, you might want

to check a calendar.

I don't need to check a calendar.

I watched the game.

How many runs they win by?

Three runs.

Really?

Well, whatever, Nostradamus.

Look, I got a lot

of cleaning to do,

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