Lonely Hearts Page #5

something that means something.

And you get sarcastic.

Look, I'm tired.

Okay? I'm sorry.

What do you wanna talk about?

Come here.

Let's talk.

Don't laugh.

Mm... I promise.

I want a baby.

A baby?

I don't wanna be alone the...

rest of my life.

Babies don't leave.

I'd like that.

Don't bullshit me, Raymond.

No, I would...

like that.

You know, to have a boy, a son,

I could take the track,

ballgames or something.

Or maybe a little girl,

I could buy dresses for,

little shoes, dolls.

My own little princess

who calls me Daddy.

What's not to like?

You mean that?

Of course I mean it.

We'd... have to get

the hell outta here, though.

City's no place to raise a kid.

No. Too many creeps.

Yeah. Well Kitty Cat, we get our

business out of the way, we'll be set.

Get some money socked away,

get a place upriver,

Croton or Hastings.

We can do anything.

We can do whatever we want.

I'll put a bun in the oven,

we'll be on our way.

What's the matter?

What did I say?

What did I do now?

What's the matter?

I'm crying because I'm happy.

That's your mother?

Yeah.

How old is she?

Fifty-three.

Yeah.

How long they been together?

About three months.

Big age difference, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Says here she's happy, she eloped,

she'll call you when she gets settled.

What's wrong with that?

It's not her writing.

Well you mean, you uh, actually

positive that that's not her writing?

Yeah.

How 'bout money?

Did your mother have money?

Around five thousand,

plus a house.

Yeah? You check with the bank?

The house was sold.

She cleared out all the accounts.

How 'bout uh, this guy,

you ever seen him?

Met him?

Yeah.

How 'bout his sister,

she ever around?

She don't like me very much.

Listen, this ain't right.

The suspect in the photograph goes

by the name of Raymond Martin.

The woman standing next to

him is the missing person.

Her name is Janette Long.

Apparently he travels with a uh,

woman who claims that she's his sister.

We don't know much

about her other than uh...

she's romantically linked to Martin.

If you've got any information

or you see anything,

you know, let... us know.

Thank you for letting us

intrude on your precinct.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

You didn't look at the picture.

Yeah, sure I did.

Can I show you something?

I mean you gotta ask yourself...

why would a beautiful girl hop

in a tub and do that to herself?

You know what I think, Officer...

Chetnick?

I think that these two...

barnacles figured out

that she was alone,

and that

she was getting money from

her dead hero husband

and a GI insurance policy.

A beautiful girl

with a baby inside her.

Take a look.

Take another look.

Excuse me.

You know...

this is kind of a heartache.

You know, maybe the only way to

resolve it is with a razor blade.

But they're gonna do it again,

and it could even be in your backyard.

How are you gonna live with that?

What the hell was that?

I don't know.

Call a hotel 'cause

I'm not flying in this sh*t.

It's ridiculous.

Where d'you keep your balls,

in a f***ing safe?

You know, you're right,

let's be daring and see what happens.

Try it out.

All right,

it's raining a little bit.

A little bit?

Let's stand here.

Detective Robinson.

I pulled 'em over

on a possible DUl.

Don't know if they're your pair or not.

The guy was bald.

He might've wore a rug, though.

How do you know that?

Tape on his dome, you know?

Double stick.

I thought that

was kind of screwy.

Did you run this?

Didn't have to.

He wasn't drunk.

Why didn't

you tell me this before?

No. Out.

That's all you get.

Right.

I'll tell you this, though.

The... sister that's with him,

she's crazy.

How do you mean?

Unstable, you know?

F***ed up in the head.

Wouldn't believe

a damn thing she says.

Thanks.

Come on.

I got a name, I got a number.

Let's go.

Where you going?

You know tonight is

the kind when accidents happen.

He's Raymond Martinez...

Fernandez. Alias Ray Martin.

Alias Sh*t stick.

Incarcerated Tallahassee

for burglary, larceny.

Oh, did a year at

Bass Creek for polygamy.

No kidding.

Married twice.

Jane Thompson.

She keeled over... of a heart

attack on the honeymoon in Spain.

Second wife, Myrtle Young,

OD'd on Phenobarbital.

Goes belly-up after they stick

her on a bus back to Little Rock.

The guy's... prolific.

Got an address?

Yeah. P.O. box in

Ansonia Station in Manhattan.

Big spender.

This is good.

Well, we'll need a warrant.

Get the Leprechaun on it.

Reilly!

So you got uh, any idea how long

it's been since

this guy checked his mail?

Quite a while.

Check the postmarks.

What about this,

how's he pay for this?

Does he have

a billing address?

Yeah, Detective.

Okay, what is it?

You're standing next to it.

Uh, that's

why people have mailboxes,

so that they...

can get their mail.

You know, we should have

Eastman check electric... telephone.

There's gotta

be a trail on this guy.

- Right.

- Yeah.

Somebody's gotta stay

with the box though, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. Reilly, it's you.

What's me?

Hold on, whoa-whoa-whoa,

whoa-whoa, hey... come on.

I'm not staying

with the f***ing...

Stay with the box!

I haven't even had my lunch.

Alright.

Come on, you idiot.

Going!

What?

What? I'm a little up

to here from him.

All first names.

P.O. boxes from all over.

Meredith from Deluth.

Sally from Wheaton.

But this is sh*t.

We can't take this to the D.A.

Well just keep looking.

Don't come in here with bad news.

Well do you know how many

spic-ass Fernandez motherfuckers

there are on the

Con Edison rolls?

No, how many?

Thousands.

You wanna know how many Raymond

Martinez Fernandezes there are?

Put us out of our misery.

Just one. In Valley Stream.

Out by the airport.

No kidding.

- All right.

- Let's go.

He even paid his bill.

What a f***in' idiot.

- Gonna knock, right?

- Right.

We're in!

Bathroom's clean.

Nobody in the kitchen.

They've gone.

They skinned out.

We just missed 'em.

How do you know that?

Look, there's food on the table.

The lights are on.

The heat's on.

Check the milk outside.

Pay attention.

They could still be upstate,

for all we know.

Or in Lauderdale by now.

Maybe...

they're on the f***in' moon.

Hey, check

the god damn basement.

Go.

Come on.

Come here.

We have to check the basement.

Thought... we were gonna knock.

You did.

What's your problem?

You. You're my problem.

I'm your problem?

Yeah. It's like you don't

wanna catch bad guys anymore.

Yeah, I do.

But I'm a homicide cop.

This is bunko all the way.

That's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about your coasting.

You're talking about poker,

you're talking about pension.

Like you don't give a sh*t.

Oh I give a sh*t.

Grand larceny, polygamy,

incest, maybe.

They're all lonely hearts.

Who gives a sh*t?

She's probably sucking on

a coconut in Florida right now.

This homicide thing

is all in your head.

It's a zero.

It's all fiction.

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