Malice Page #5

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I have an M.D. from Harvard,

I am board certified

in cardio-thoracic medicine

and trauma surgery,

I have been awarded citations

from seven different medical boards

in New England,

and I am never, ever sick at sea.

So I ask you,

when someone goes into that chapel

and they fall on their knees

and they pray to God

that their wife doesn't miscarry

or that their daughter

doesn't bleed to death,

or that their mother doesn't suffer acute

neural trauma from post-operative shock,

who do you think they're praying to?

Now, go ahead and read your Bible, Dennis,

and you go to your church,

and, with any luck,

you might win the annual raffle,

but if you're looking for God,

he was in operating room number two

on November 17,

and he doesn't like

to be second guessed.

You ask me if I have a God complex.

Let me tell you something.

I am God.

And this sideshow is over.

You got a winner here, Lester.

Call my office in the morning

and we'll work out a settlement.

- It gets better.

- What do you mean?

We talked to the bartender

of a place called Prince William Tavern.

Ask God how many shots of bourbon

he had before he cut me open.

The insurance company will wire a draft

into my firm's account

by sometime next week.

Assuming you sign it right away,

you should get your money

few days after that.

Listen, there are some things

we should discuss now,

like an umbrella policy.

Dennis, this isn't such

a good time for me.

Tracy, we're talking about $20 million.

Dennis, I think about what I want

for breakfast, I start crying.

You can put the money in a coffee can,

for all I care.

- It's after 8:
30.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- You should go home.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

Mrs. Worthington.

Mrs. Worthington.

Mr. Leemus.

Mr. Leemus.

Jesus!

You surprised me.

I was working on the furnace.

I didn't know anybody else was here.

I saw the lights...

It's my mother's hair.

She's not alive anymore.

That's her in the picture.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to get any of your things.

- That's okay.

- I just, I...

I came down to get a light bulb.

I didn't realize that...

- You live down here?

- No, no. Just for a while.

My landlady asked me to leave,

put me in a tight spot.

I won't stay here long. No.

I promise, Mr. Safian.

No, you stay here

as long as you want, Earl.

- I'll just take this and

I'll head back out. - Sure.

- Good night, Mr. Safian.

- Good night, Earl.

Don't worry,

you don't look as bad as the other guy.

So help me God, I could have killed him.

Junior, have you met the professor?

A very tough guy.

If you want something done all right,

goddamn it, you call a teacher.

Let me buy you a drink.

You know, there is one thing

I realized during all of this.

Jed had just come out of the OR

to talk to me. He was covered in blood

and he was telling me

what he was about to do

and then he needed

my permission to do it.

And there was a second,

maybe a second and a half,

between him telling me

that Tracy was pregnant

and him telling me that the fetus

was aborted during surgery.

And that second, that second and a half,

that was the happiest time in my life.

That is a horrible story.

It's the worst story I've ever heard.

And I appreciate your words of comfort.

I mean it, Andy.

You're like a f***ing Job,

sh*t just happens to you.

Have you had a lot of success

talking jumpers in from window ledges?

- Let me ask you something.

- Sure.

How well do you know Tracy?

She's my wife. What do you mean?

My brothers, my friends,

and my ex-husband

Have all accused me of wielding my sense

of honesty like a blunt instrument.

I don't want to hurt you anymore

than you have been,

but I'm fairly sure

I'm doing the right thing.

What are you talking about?

I want you to come back to the station

with me.

I wanna show you something.

- Sir? Sir, can I help you?

- I'm gonna see Jed Hill.

What the hell happened to you?

It wasn't my baby.

What?

It wasn't my baby.

Come inside.

What the hell happened to your face?

Doesn't matter. You know what this is?

This is a police test.

It's a lab report.

I don't understand.

It is a sperm sample I made

after the Paula Bell rape.

I'm sterile.

Can I have a look at that, please?

I can't have any children,

so it wasn't my baby.

You got to call your lawyer, Jed.

You call your lawyer,

you have 'em tell the insurance company

to stop the presses because this thing,

no, it's not over yet.

Andy, this isn't about me.

It's about both of us, Jed.

She reamed both of us. It's too late for me,

but it's not too late for you.

Andy, I don't mean to seem indelicate,

but as far as my situation is concerned,

it doesn't matter if Tracy was sleeping

with the Boston Celtics.

I took out her reproductive system.

It was a wrong call

and the bill was $20 million.

No. That's where you're wrong. See,

the $20 million is a big settlement, right?

That wasn't for the f***-up.

That was for the victim.

The insurance company

settled high and fast

because they thought

they're up against Snow White.

What happens if Snow White is shacking up

with her lawyer Jed, huh?

You tell me.

Andy, you're hurt and you want revenge.

And I can understand that,

but I got what I deserved.

And you know something,

as much as this pains you,

no matter what Tracy

was doing behind your back,

she got a hell of a lot worse

than she deserved.

Did I?

- Did you what?

- Did I get what I deserved?

Bad things happen to good people

all the time, Andy, and for no reason.

Take my word for it.

I'll see you later.

What are you gonna do, Andy?

I'm gonna go out

and get to know my wife.

Hi, Dennis!

He doesn't have an appointment, Mr. Riley.

He just walked right in.

She tried to stop me, Dennis.

See, I can call him Dennis

'cause we're old friends.

We both slept with my wife.

Claudia, call security.

Do that Claudia

and then call the US Attorney's office

and see if conspiracy

to commit insurance fraud

comes under their jurisdiction.

- Forget security, Claudia.

- Sir?

Just close the door behind you.

Thank you.

This... This is a nice office.

What the hell happened to your face?

I beat the sh*t out

of a deeply disturbed serial rapist.

Hey, I want an explanation.

An explanation for what?

For how my wife could have been pregnant

when her husband's sterile?

What was it? Immaculate conception?

If that's the case, Dennis, I wouldn't have

settled for $20 million if I were you.

Andy, I had no knowledge of this.

And I wasn't sleeping with your wife,

if that's what you're suggesting.

Bullshit.

Then what can I do for you, Andy?

You can tell me where Tracy is.

Telling you where Tracy is

would break an attorney-client privilege,

and I will not do that.

Now there is nothing more I can do.

Claudia will be happy

to call the US Attorney for you.

Were you sleeping with her?

No.

Can you help me?

Help you do what?

What is it you want, Andy?

I want to talk to Tracy.

- Andy...

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