Lonely Hearts Page #4

Very loving, older female

considered attractive,

and compassionate and ready

to enjoy life to the fullest...

loves ballroom dancing

and nights under the stars.

What d'ya got?

Mrs. Forsythe closed her

personal account five days ago.

She wrote a check

from this account

and they deposited

it into a joint account.

With Ray Martin?

That's right.

How much did she deposit?

Mr. Martin deposited, let's see,

forty-eight hundred seventy dollars.

Mrs. Forsythe transferred the

balance of her personal account...

six thousand six hundred

twenty-three dollars.

Six thousand?

For a combined...

total of eleven thousand,

four hundred and ninety-three

dollars in the... joint account.

And now... you're saying that

account is closed as well?

The next day

Mr. Martin withdrew the balance.

And that was a check?

No... cash.

Thank you.

So?

She had almost seven thousand.

Yeah, seven thousand dollars

at thirty-five bucks

a week is almost

four years pay.

Where'd she get that?

Figure it out.

What's the army death benefit pay,

ten grand?

Yeah, about.

Okay. Well her husband

died in forty-four.

She gets a part-time job,

lives off the death benefit.

That's the number.

That's what she had to steal.

Still, it ain't murder.

Not yet.

Well...

welcome home, Janette.

I know it's not much

to look at, darling.

It's one of my rentals.

It's just

for a couple of nights.

Look... we get our business out

of the way in the morning,

go to the church

in the afternoon,

we'll be on our honeymoon...

by Tuesday.

Is she coming with us?

Who, Martha?

She doesn't like me, Raymond.

Well how can you say that?

Martha likes everybody.

She's a nurse.

She didn't say a single thing to me,

the whole trip,

just glared at me

in the mirror.

Well, even if that were true,

it's none of our business, is it?

No it isn't.

You need a hand?

No, but I think the kitchen might.

I'll take... care of it.

She's alone Janette.

You're a beautiful woman.

You and me, we got each other.

She sees that.

It's difficult.

I hadn't thought

about it that way.

You want me to get her a hotel

for the night, I will. I will.

Or maybe you and

I should go to a hotel, huh?

That'd be fun.

I suppose I can take

it a while longer if she can.

Mm. That's a good girl.

Okay. We'll make it work.

No problems. Forget about her.

It's you and me, kid.

Come on, let's get in there.

Tea time.

Janette, lemon, honey?

Nothing. No thank you.

How 'bout you, Ray?

You want honey?

I wanted to surprise you.

That's wonderful.

Martha, find some tools.

We'll hang it up.

You're gonna... ruin him.

She's right, you know?

You're too good to me.

I'm cold. I think I'll run a bath.

Why don't you give me a

few minutes and sneak in with me?

Okay.

I'll see ya soon.

Ray?

It's all right.

There, you do it.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Excuse me?

Are you trying to blow this?

What are you talking about?

You are driving her crazy.

Staring at her in the car.

God damn tea?

You want me to

send you to a hotel?

How dare you.

I've been so nice to that old cow.

And you two have been treating

me like the f***ing maid.

I'm not gonna put up

with it, Ray.

We are getting out

of here right now.

We don't have the money,

Martha.

Ray.

It's alright, it's alright.

In a minute.

What... about that other girl,

the one from Michigan...

the one with the kid?

That's the real money.

We don't... need this whore.

Let's... leave right now.

Are you listening to

anything that I'm... saying?

Anything?

All of our cash, all of it,

is in her bank account.

Ray, I... don't care

about the money.

Look, sit down.

Sit down for a second.

The checks clear

Monday morning.

Okay?

Monday morning.

- Baby.

- It'll be all over.

- Baby, I can't wait 'til Monday.

- I promise, it'll all be over.

Come on.

That's enough.

Please, let's just get out of here.

Come on. Let's go.

- You got such a fire, baby...

- Come on.

you put it out with this.

But I'm not leaving without my money.

Got it?

You need any help?

Yeah. Keep that dog out of here.

There's glue all over.

Skip. Skipper. Skipper.

Skipper, come on. Come on, boy.

Here uh, I got...

What's that?

Billy G's... paying me

a dollar and a half a week.

What for?

On account of he's got...

uh, football practice,

doesn't wanna lose

his paper route, so.

Why aren't you

playing football?

Gotta pitch papers.

Well it's gonna take a lot of papers to...

pay for that fender.

I know.

Why don't ya pick up a block...

help me. Go 'head.

Wipe it down with this.

Tell me you love me, baby.

I want to hear you say it.

Yeah, sure.

Say my name.

What are you talking about?

My name.

Say my name.

Come on. Janette.

Say I, I love you.

I love you Kitty Cat.

I do. Come on.

Oo!

Oh my god.

Oh...

Jesus Christ!

You trying to drive...

me crazy?

Do you enjoy...

playing with my heart like this, huh?

Hurting me like this?

No... baby, no.

I was just working.

Son of a b*tch!

You called... her my name!

You called her f***ing...

- No-no-no-no.

- my...

No.

I... heard you.

My eyes...

were closed, Kitty Cat.

I was with you.

Don't you see?

The only way

I could do it was to see you.

I'm always with... you.

I'm always with you.

I'm always...

Yeah. Mm-hm.

I love you, Ray.

Oh, yeah.

Mm, Kitty Cat.

No, no baby, no.

No-no-no,

wait-wait-wait-wait-wait.

Wait.

Don't stop, Kitty Cat.

- No let me...

- Don't stop.

No.

Close your eyes now.

And finish yourself.

I want to see you see me.

And Raymond...

if you're lying, I'll know.

I'll see your heart.

Baby. Close your eyes.

Oh, god Martha,

you made such a mess.

Oh, Martha.

Rene.

What're you doin' here?

You shouldn't be here.

No. No.

You never answer your phone, and...

I try to get you, you show...

up in the middle of the night.

- Oh...

- And when something happens,

I don't know how to get a hold...

of you.

What happened?

My father.

What?

My dad died.

I just need you to hold me.

I found him in the kitchen.

My daddy.

Come on, let's...

go inside.

Where is he now?

Dad.

Eddie, don't.

Eddie.

Eddie.

You're gonna break it.

Well she don't fit.

I'll make her fit.

The b*tch won't die.

Why'd she do it?

Was it because...

of that woman?

No.

Though I can't say at the time

I didn't think about it.

Well I guess

you got what you wanted.

You...

have no idea what I want.

Then why don't you...

explain it to me.

'Cause you can't.

Holster your weapons.

You're... gonna love this.

Missing Persons blotter.

Lady says

her mother disappeared

three days ago

with two characters that...

sound like our friends

from Wantaugh.

Off to Florida.

Cleared out her bank account.

Ray Martin?

It's gotta be.

It's also gotta be an alias.

Coffee?

No, no-no, after.

We need to talk.

About what?

About us.

I think about the future,

Raymond.

Planning...

the future, huh?

See, there you go again.

There I go what? Hm?

I'm trying to talk about something

that's important to me,

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