Lonely Hearts Page #2

Am I right?

Come on.

A week's pay for confirmation.

You don't make enough, Charlie.

Well that's true.

- Slow down here.

- Leave it alone.

- Slow down. Slow down.

- Leave it alone.

No-no, come on, stop.

Come on.

Stop.

What're you doing?

- Borrowing money?

- Shut... the f*** up.

What're you doing?

Back up! Back up, now!

Back up, sh*t stick.

We gotta get him to County.

You're not putting...

that bloody mess in my car.

Let's go.

What?

Look. Look at my car.

It's full of blood.

Next time you take the train.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

I'll pay for it.

My ass.

What're you trying to do anyway,

get yourself killed?

Baker Baker.

Baker Baker, you up?

Two Baker Baker.

Deceased female in Wantaugh,

twenty-seven thirty-two Merrick Road.

Possible suicide.

Uh, we're ten-ten.

Detective Reilly

requested you, sir.

I've been babysitting this

f***in' midget for a year, now.

Let's just go.

- With you?

- Yeah.

- Nah.

- No-no, let's just do it.

Come on.

Two Baker Baker en route.

It's raining out there.

You know if she had

any family or relatives?

I, you know, I don't... know.

What's the story?

We're supposed to be off duty.

Well the book says uh,

two detectives from Homicide.

What're you... doing here?

Me? I was losing.

Suspicious.

You are such a piece of sh*t.

That's not really the point,

is it?

Patty Forsythe, twenty-five.

Filleted the radial,

couple superficials.

Had a hard time getting started

but eventually got it right.

Good, all we need is...

some celery sticks and we can

have a couple Bloody Marys.

Why is this suspicious?

Why is it suspicious?

Well, look, tasty... dame.

Right? She got a nice place.

She got a job.

What, out of the blue

she just decides to play...

connect the dots with a razor?

Come on.

All right, everybody out.

Let's go.

I want names and badges.

Everyone.

Come... on.

- What the hell's wrong with you?

- Huh?

What do you mean

what's wrong with me?

It's a suicide.

A minute ago you said

it was suspicious.

Which is it?

It's a suspicious suicide.

How's that?

I make her a snow cone uh,

thirty-six to forty-eight.

Mm-hm.

She used ice.

Probably thought it would hurt.

Yeah... probably did.

Vascular contractions would

explain the false starts.

Alright, give me a liver...

temp on her.

So, since...

when is he back on the job?

He's always been on the job.

- Oh. Really?

- Mm.

See that, all this time I'm thinking

he works for the f***in' phone company.

You called us, remember?

- Mm-hm.

- He's top dick.

Yeah, he is.

You got that right.

Why don't you

keep your mouth shut.

Why?

What, is he gonna do something?

He's not gonna do anything.

You know why?

'Cause he's a f***ing pug.

Keep it up.

Donuts for the note.

Reilly's buying.

There's no note.

There is a note.

She wanted

to get somebody's attention.

You'd know all about that,

wouldn't you?

Hey.

Hey-hey. I can't...

You bite...

your f***in' tongue out, you...

Hey. hear me?

Huh?

I can't...

Found it.

Eclair for me, sh*t stick.

F*** you.

Hey.

Don't forget my father.

So your sister's got Eddie?

Yeah, but I still gotta go.

It's two in the morning.

Yup. I gotta go.

Where are my pants?

Over here.

How long you gonna

keep me a secret, huh?

You're no secret.

Trust me.

Shoes?

They're down over there.

Oh yeah. I heard the Dispatch.

You okay?

Yeah.

I mean come on, that's my job.

Been doing it a long time.

That doesn't

mean you're not human.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Hey, I'm... not your wife.

So don't treat me like one.

I'm sorry.

You know Eddie, he never cried.

Not even at the funeral.

No?

No.

Kid shouldn't

have to be that tough.

Neither should you.

Make you some eggs?

You're a doll.

But I gotta go.

Bye. See you later.

Okay. Wanna take my car?

Nah. I'll just walk down to Merrick...

take the bus.

It'll be easier.

Okay.

How'd you find me?

I'm a detective, remember?

Well, I thought

maybe you was a peeping Tom.

You know uh,

no one's gonna hold her against you.

Yeah, except for maybe my son.

Two fights in one night.

That's pretty good.

And Reilly.

Reilly's a... f***in' idiot.

You used to know that.

I don't know, Charlie.

People don't just punch out

for no reason.

Yeah well, she had a reason.

Uh, I was talking about Annie.

Yeah, I know.

All right, so our girl, she comes

home early with the groceries.

She's looking

for a little romance.

She's got uh, candles,

bottle of chianti, and some rib eyes.

She sees the boyfriend through

the back door with his sister

bent over the table, here,

doing a donkey.

A sister?

Yeah, sister.

Bent over...

Seen them through the back...

door on this table.

People are work.

What can I tell ya?

Jesus Christ.

All right, so, she leaves,

comes back after they're gone.

She scrubs the table with Brillo.

Goes into the bathroom.

You know the rest.

Did they dust?

No.

Why not?

Because while f***ing around

on your girlfriend may be shitty,

it ain't illegal.

At least not yet, anyway.

Well it... is,

if it's your sister.

She had to have cash or...

jewelry or silverware or something.

Yeah, she had the ruby

slippers and the diamond broche

she wears to the

steno pool every day.

She worked for the L-I double-R,

for Christ sakes.

She's got nothing.

Let me stake you a...

roll of quarters,

we can still shine them

freebooters down at Jimmy's.

Come on.

Nah. I gotta go home.

Yeah.

Where you been?

Huh?

You first.

Where you been?

You been out drinking? Huh?

- Buster.

- Let me smell your breath.

- Buster, don't. Buster, don't.

- Did you really do that?

- Stop it.

- Let me smell your breath.

- Stop. Buster, stop.

- This is...

- Stop it. Stop it.

- Stay out of it, Ida.

Stop.

- So... What're you doing!

- What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

I'm trying to keep you from making

an ass out of yourself.

Ida, he wrecked the car a week ago.

He shouldn't even been driving.

He's been delivering papers

so he could pay to fix the car.

He wanted to surprise you.

Yeah, well, how the hell

was I supposed to know?

I don't know, you tell me,

you're the cop.

Eddie. Eddie.

I'M IN TOWN.

CAN'T YOU HEAR ME HONEY,

I'M IN TOWN.

HANGIN' ROUN',

JUST WAITIN' FOR YOU.

CAN'T YOU SEE, YOU'RE THE ONE

AND ONLY BO Y FOR ME.

MM, YOU AND ME ARE.

UNINTELLIGIBLE.

Sweetest Delphine, your letter

of last week gives me such hope.

The way you speak

of your daughter gives me

a sense that there is love

in this world left for me.

No-no-no-no, too soft,

too soft.

And mention the kid's name,

mothers love that stuff.

It's the simple things.

I will arrive on March tenth

with my sister Martha.

Excellent.

She's the hottest

b*tch you've ever seen,

and does me like a kitten.

That's for sure.

Mm.

You smell like a pimp.

That's the only way I can

get your scent off me, Kitty Cat.

Okay, okay, sign this.

Yeah. Ray Martin.

Hey, hold on.

What?

Go get dressed.

What for?

Because I want you with me.

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