Lonely Hearts Page #8

why she left us, Eddie.

I mean I, I could understand

why she'd leave me but, you, no.

It wasn't your fault.

It wasn't your fault, either.

You know where I'm going?

Yeah.

You know how to rig...

the trailer hitch?

Yeah.

Why don't ya pick me up afterwards.

Careful with the fender.

Okay. Okay.

You wanna know why?

You wanna know why we did it?

Okay Martha, why?

Why'd you do it?

Because Raymond is mine.

He belongs to me.

God, he's a lover.

So... romantic.

I'm the only one for him.

Nothing comes between us.

No one.

Raymond Martinez Fernandez,

you've been duly convicted

and sentenced to death to...

be carried out forthwith.

Do you have anything...

to say?

Oh god.

Oh my god.

He kills... for me.

That's how much he loves me.

What else would anybody kill...

or die for?

Has anybody...

ever loved you that much,

Detective?

To kill or die for you?

I can smell him.

So sweet.

Martha Jule Beck,

you've been duly

convicted and sentenced...

to death to be

carried out forthwith.

Do you have anything to say?

So long.

You don't look so good.

I'm all right.

You sure?

An eye for an eye... right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

They don't have enough

eyes and teeth

between 'em to pay for

what they did, though.

Some god damn

fish fry, huh?

Like MacSwain said,

this is a good one.

I don't know, Charlie.

It don't feel that good to me.

Yeah, well

I know why they're in there.

I know why.

We just did our job.

We did.

For a long time I didn't understand

what he did that day.

I figured he tossed a gold

shield career into the shitter.

But it started to hit me

what the job had become for Buster.

And for me, too.

Buster left his...

regrets and what didn't work

no more in the

Sing Sing Death House.

He pushed up river for better days.

And he never looked back.

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