Lucky Numbers Page #8

It was nothing. Nothing.

The word "lotto" never even came up.

- See, Mr. Crazy Man?

- Thank God!

- They were checking on Jerry.

- They asked about Jerry?

- Yeah, yeah. It was just routine.

- Not routine.

It's called a murder investigation.

No, trust me.

Dale took care of every thing.

They'll find a cure for cancer

before they find Jerry.

[MaleAnnouncer] Live from

Harrisburg and News Center Six.

Covering Harrisburg, New York,

Lancaster and Lebanon,

it's News at Five

with Dan Shuff, Heidi Zimmer...

and Russ Richards with the weather.

This is News at Five.

Our top story tonight:

The body of a local bookmaker was

found floating in the river today.

Police say it was foul play

and are following leads.

More on that story in a moment.

First, let's check in

with the weather center...

to see if we can expect more of

these spring-like temperatures.

Russ?

Russ?

Oh, yeah?

- How about these temperatures?

- What?

The uncommonly warm weather -

will it continue?

- Russ?

- Russ?

Uh, um, wh-what was that question?

Thanks, Russ.

Well, it seems like we can keep

those thermal socks in the closet...

for the time being then.

That's right, Dan.

Police are calling it...

the crudest attempt to dispose

of a body in recent memory.

Jerry Green of Linglestown...

was apparently

bludgeoned to death...

and then dropped into the river

with a brick taped to one wrist.

This was insufficient weight

to keep the corpse submerged.

[ Sighs ]

What time did they pull

this bookie out ofthe river?

Scotty told me around 6:00.

Ted told me 8:
00.

It's like a f***ing guessing game.

They pulled him at 6:00

and bagged him at 8:00.

Was he nude?

Somebody said he had a T-shirt on.

Why don't you get off your ass

and check the reports, man?

I'm going with nude.

I'm so glad

this thing is finally over.

What does that mean?

We don't have to look

for this guy anymore.

Gee, wouldn 't it be great

if we found out who killed him?

I realize that entails more work,

but I'm just thinkin' out loud.

Has it ever occurred to you,

Chambers, that he was drunk...

and he just slipped off the bridge?

Hmm?

A little thing called an accident.

Why is everybody around here

so foul-play happy?

The man was bludgeoned to death,

Lakewood!

His skull was bashed in, he had

a plastic bag over his head...

and duct tape around his neck.

Keep going.

[Man On TV] You're in

a very small, select group of guys.

What is it

that makes you successful...

and all the others knocking

on the doors not so successful?

[Man #2] I'm not so sure.

As i travel, i see television guys

who would make good game show hosts.

- But i don't tell 'em.

- [Laughter]

To me, a game show host

is the icing on the cake.

But the format is the cake.

No one -

[Man Talking]

I'll love you till the day i die.

Yes! And again.

[Man] At 2.15 that afternoon,

Johnny Clay -

[TV Continues, Faint]

- He's expecting me.

- Come in.

I don't know why I did it.

It all unraveled and then

one thing happened after another.

Jesus. I'm still in shock, boss.

I'm in so much trouble, Larry.

No man becomes wise without

stepping on the soil of fools.

Right. Right!

But I never claimed to be a -

That's good. Where did you get that?

Is that from the Bible?

It's from this play I wrote

in eighth grade about Evel Knievel.

- Oh.

- What are you gonna do?

Well, I have a plan, i do.

But I need money. I need it fast.

I was thinking about that guy

who wanted the snowmobiles.

- Yeah.

- You think he's still interested?

Yeah, I think so, but you'd have to

find some way to deliver 'em.

Set it up. Set... it... up.

- [ Dick ] $100,000?

- That's right.

You wanna sell me a lotto ticket

worth $6.4 million for $100,000?

Correct. I want out.

However, this is

a one-time-only offer, Dick.

I want the money,

l want it tonight at the station.

If I hear any excuses, any bullshit

like, "I can only get part of it"...

or "I need more time,"

the deal is off.

- Be reasonable. It'll take days -

- Deal's off.

- I'll get it, I'll get it.

- Good decision.

[ Russ ] Now, I believe that

i have solved all of our problems.

[ Crystal ]

What century is this guy in?

Put a motor on it, Jake!

A year and a half behind this freak.

One, I found a buyer for

the snowmobiles, a guy in Colorado.

I'm renting a trailer,

and i'm gonna deliver them myself.

- But why Colorado?

- But, uh, uh!

Number two:
the lotto ticket.

I sold it to Dick.

- Hundred grand. It's his problem.

- I don't think so.

Numberthree, which is probably

the most important of all,

I'm leaving tonight for good.

Now, questions?

[ Tires Screech ]

You f***ed up the whole thing!

You screwed it all up!

- Stop it!

- You brain-damaged fool!

God, and i picked out a car

and everything!

Hey, now listen.

If I didn't do this, we'd be

in jail or at the river bottom...

- with bricks taped to our wrists.

- [ Groans ]

- And you know it.

- Oh, my God. You're so stupid.

- Oh!

- Oh, Crystal.

- We are under surveillance.

- Oh, yeah?

Yes. Last night I stopped by

a convenience store.

A cop pulled in behind me,

he got out, he followed me in...

and then he pretended

to get a cup of coffee!

Did he pretend to get a doughnut?

- Oh, you know--

- You are nuts!

- You need to see a psychiatrist.

- Oh, I'm nuts?

- You can't handle this!

- What about this little puppy?

There's enough mist in this thing

to save ten masturbators!

[Rock]

Ain 't no big thing to wait -

- That's an ugly turn of events.

- Mm-hmm.

- Mmm! What is this?

- [Continues, Faint]

Schnapps?

What, am i in third grade?

- Can i have a drink, please?

- Let's talk this through, shall we?

You're saying that Russ,

in his infinite wisdom,

- Yeah.

- sold the ticket for a 100 grand.

Can you believe it?

A $6 million ticket!

- I've got more brains in my... shoe!

- [Glass Shatters]

Russ never really had the stomach

for this sort of thing, did he?

I do, and I want that ticket back,

and I want Dick Simmons dead!

Do you hear me?

Fine. Fine.

Speed dial. I love it.

And I want his head cut off so i can

hang it from my rear view mirror!

- That's just your anger talking.

- Yeah.

Dale. Dale, it's Gig.

- His machine.

- Oh.

Um, see, things have got

a little bit sticky over here.

Slight change of plans, nothing that

your deft touch couldn't rectify.

So either swing by or call back.

That'd be marvelous.

- Thank you.

- Great.

- Slight snag though.

- What?

Well, Dale - blesshim - has been

doing favor after favor for us.

If it's not one thing,

it's the other. So -

- So what's your point?

- [ Sighs ]

If he's gets the ticket back for us,

we'll have to give him more money.

- No. No way. NO.

- That would only be fair.

There is a limit to my classiness.

- Quite obviously.

- Shut up!

I'll handle this.

You just leave Dale out of it.

Bunch of morons.

I have to do everything myself!

- Hi.

- Well, well, well. Look who it is.

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