Lonely Hearts Page #3

Really? Why?

Make sure I behave.

Besides,

I like it when you watch me work.

So feisty.

I've been trying to get your

ass street side for a year,

and you wanna chase this?

Yeah I do.

If it'd make you feel better,

I'll put a car on the house,

maybe they'll... come back.

They're not coming back.

Look Buster, you wanna get your ass

off the desk and get

back to work, that's great.

This thing,

it's just a heart break.

Robbie,

Motor Pool sent up your keys.

Say your car's as good as new.

Thanks.

Look, a girl don't rip herself up

like that for no reason.

With all due respect to your wife,

this case isn't f***ing about her.

Let me tell you something, Mac.

You couldn't find a rattlesnake

in a f***ing lunch bag.

This is a lonely

hearts a mile away.

Get outta my way,

I'll make you look like a genius.

And don't ever mention

my wife again.

It's none

of your f***ing business!

F***in' a**hole.

Wounds are consistent

with self-infliction.

So, didn't we know that...

already?

She pregnant?

Very good, Detective.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Think she knew?

Can't help you there.

Sure she did.

That was the hook.

She thought they were...

gonna be a family.

That's why she did it.

What're you gonna

do with her body?

No kin.

Probably send

it to the medical college.

They're always looking

for cadavers.

Call the Weiss Brothers

in Massapequa.

Tell 'em I'll take care of it.

They know me there.

You know that girl in there?

No.

Why you paying

for her funeral?

Well, you know, medical schools,

they saw 'em up.

You wanna see her sawed up?

Tell you the truth,

I don't give a sh*t.

Well you know,

maybe you should.

You got three daughters, right?

Think about it.

You dropping a month of paychecks

on a box ain't gonna change nothin'.

It's my paychecks.

Mine. Come on.

Hey, you okay?

I'm fine.

Really?

Really. Let's go.

Remember what you told me

when I made detective?

Huh? You said, do the job.

Make sure you go home.

Don't tell your wife nothing,

and keep the blood out here.

What do you think, you actually make...

a f***ing difference out here?

I was kind of hoping we did.

We didn't make this f***ing...

sewer, we just work in it.

You taken a good look

at these people?

Huh?

They're f***ing animals,

what they do to each other.

You're not gonna change that.

You know,

all I got is the job. Okay?

That's a straight line.

I know that.

Uh, okay, you wanna do this,

this makes some kind

of sense to you, fine.

I'll back you up.

I owe you that.

But for both our sakes,

don't make it personal.

Do it right.

Act like a cop.

Ain't nothing out here

but bad road and trouble.

It's beautiful.

The woods... the silence.

No people.

People die in the damn woods.

And bears f*** there.

By the time Fernandez and Beck

left Patty Forsythe in the bathtub...

they'd already conned a dozen

Janes from Staten Island to Miami Beach.

Martha played the part

of Ray's spinster sister to a T.

Who's the

best you've ever had, hm?

Some sister.

Oh, sh*t! Sh*t, sh*t.

Martha, Martha stop.

It's the cop... it's the cops,

god damn it!

Stop.

Oh god! Oh god!

Oh, okay. Okay.

Okay, okay stop it.

Come here.

Come here. Come on.

Uh... sh*t. Sh*t.

License and registration.

I wasn't speeding.

Was I speeding?

You were all

over the place, Mister.

What the hell are you... doing?

Schooling you

a little, Raymond.

The car is stolen, Martha.

I changed the plates, but if

he checks the registration, Jesus!

I'll... take care of it.

What're you gonna do?

Explain it to him.

Wait. Wait. Stop.

See what you did?

Oh, my god.

Martha. Martha.

God.

Okay.

Nice.

Drive carefully.

Thanks.

Now...

who's the best you've ever had, hm?

You are.

Best that peach

fuzz ever had, too.

He shot off like a cap gun.

Don't ever forget who...

butters your bread, Raymond.

Don't you ever love them.

Who?

Any of them.

Don't even pretend.

Understood?

Yeah.

Let's go.

It's hot.

My god...

why would she do that?

I was hoping that you'd tell me.

She have any family?

Um, she lost a husband in the war.

What about...

this Raymond guy?

Ray Martin?

Ray Martin.

Run it.

How'd they meet?

Why don't you...

just ask him?

You got a number?

Address?

Oh my god, he doesn't know?

He's from Florida.

I mean that's all I know.

What was he like?

Is he a... good guy? Bad guy?

Raymond?

Yeah.

He's a sweetheart.

He's so... uh, handsome, you know.

He writes her letters and whatnot.

Poems, even.

Poems.

He uh...

never lets you pay for anything.

Loves to go dancing.

He took us all out

to the Rivoli Ballroom one time.

He can really cut it up.

Where'd you learn to dance like this?

You should be in shows or something.

Me and

Arthur Murray go way back.

The real Arthur Murray?

Sure. When we get back from

Florida you can ask him all about it.

Tell me about Florida again, Ray.

Can't be out of

this damn cold soon enough.

Tomorrow, sweetie,

on our drive down to the city,

I'll tell you about it as

many times as you want.

In the meantime,

I'm gonna fill up these glasses.

I can't stand

to see beauty go wanting.

Ray said you got

separated during the war.

Oh yeah. My mother took me

to Spain to her hometown,

when I was just a little girl.

Then the war came

and we couldn't get out.

What happened to Ray?

He didn't tell you?

What?

Don't tell him I told you,

but he worked for

the British Intelligence.

He fought fascists.

Like a secret agent?

You didn't hear it from me.

I tell you something, Martha.

Spy or no spy, that brother

of yours makes me feel

positively adolescent.

Oh honey, you've got

something on your teeth.

Let me ask you something.

What in the

f*** are we doing back here?

He's got a hunch.

He's got a hunch.

And this is uh, for what?

Extractions.

Need a confession, you pull a tooth.

Oh, okay.

Oh Christ, what's that stink?

F***ing rat.

This is a snipe hunt.

You know that, right?

Cupids Crossroads.

The club for lonely

heart connections.

Have you ever passed someone

on a corner and wondered,

could that

be my immortal Capulet?

My irrevocable Montague?

At Cupids Crossroads,

no one escapes...

the raptures of love.

How 'bout

this Dream Catcher?

Mature female...

loves nightlife, cozy fires

and bubble baths for two.

Reach out and tell me your dreams.

Your future Mrs...

W-R-I-T-E.

Can have the pick of the litter,

Buster.

Casanova Cop and his naughty

nightstick seek receptacle for love.

Are you kidding?

Half of these dames, they...

keep their teeth in a jar.

They take dinner through

a god damn straw at night.

Not Patty Forsythe.

These dames really want a date...

they need to go straight

for the meat and potatoes.

Okay?

Wild female, she's rich, she likes

to cook, she likes to f***.

Need a personal post office

just to bag the mail.

Well that's how I found your wife.

What?

I didn't... I'm sorry, I was far away.

I couldn't hear what the...

f*** you said.

Come here,

you motherf***er.

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