Malice Page #6

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- I know I'm asking you a favor.

I have a professional obligation.

I have a legal obligation to my client.

Your problems, your questions,

cold as this may seem, are not my business.

And I haven't got the answers you want.

Even if I did,

I wouldn't be able to give them to you.

Talk to her friends, talk to her mother,

talk to the people she works with

at the hospital.

- What did you say?

- I'm saying this is a personal matter.

Did you say, "Talk to her mother?"

She certainly knows Tracy

better than I do.

Her mother is dead.

- When did she die?

- Twelve years ago.

You handled the estate.

No, I didn't.

What are you saying to me?

I'm saying I didn't handle

Mrs. Kennsinger's estate,

and anything outside of the framework

of your wife's lawsuit is not my...

I don't give a f***

about the lawsuit, Dennis.

- All I'm asking you...

- Then we have nothing here to talk about.

Is her mother alive?

Where does she live?

- Please understand...

- F*** it. I'll find her myself.

Andy.

- Scotch.

- What?

Bring her a bottle of scotch.

- My name is Andy Safian.

- So what?

Did your daughter ever tell you

she had a husband?

Did your wife ever tell you

she had a mother?

Yeah.

You're a liar.

She said you were dead.

What do you want from me?

- It's nothing. I just thought...

- Nobody wants nothing.

I thought maybe we could

have a drink and talk.

She sure loved her daddy.

Second best confidence man

south of Boston.

He taught her everything.

She was daddy's girl.

I wanted to ask you some questions.

She tried to do the smart thing,

I give her that.

The smart thing. What was that?

Marry a bank account. What do you think?

Tracy was married before?

I said she tried.

You got to pay attention.

One of Bill's old partners,

a guy from Newport.

Millionaire with a heart problem.

He wouldn't marry her though.

Not even after she got pregnant.

Mrs. Kennsinger, I...

This is single malt scotch.

That was so classy, mister.

I haven't had single malt since '69.

I drink crap. Blended whiskey is crap,

I don't give what color the label is.

I need to find Tracy.

Tell me the part again where she was

working with children's ward.

Like I told you, she likes kids.

So she...

What?

What?

Did I say something funny?

That girls sure found herself a live one.

Like shooting tuna fish in a barrel.

Big one, too.

You're drunk.

And you're stupid.

I can say that to you because

you're my son-in-law.

Want to see something?

I want you to tell me where Tracy is.

I'm older, I'm smarter.

You can learn something from me.

I know she's been here.

Andy. Is it Andy?

- Yeah.

- Andy.

It's a simple trick.

The statue...

- What?

- This, the Degas.

Yeah. What about it?

It was in my house. It was Tracy's.

So I know she's been here.

Andy, believe me.

You need to see this trick.

- Do you get that I'm serious?

- Pick a card.

I got it. Pick a card.

Look at it.

Put it back in the deck.

Shuffle the deck.

- Mrs. Kennsinger, I don't want...

- You can call me "Mom."

I don't think so.

Shuffle the cards.

And shuffle them good.

Bill and me, we used to give Tracy

a little bit of the money each week

so she could buy candy.

Shuffle the cards!

She wouldn't spend it though, not a penny.

Each week she put it under the mattress.

I swear I think that kid had maybe

200 bucks under the mattress.

I'll tell you something else

about Tracy.

I don't think it bothered her a bit

when her father cleaned out

the bank accounts and disappeared.

I think it bothered her when he took

the 200 dollars from under the mattress.

Jesus. What the hell

kind of a family is this?

- Want to bet me a double-C?

- What?

200 bucks. You wanna give me 200 bucks

if I know what your card is?

I'll give you 200 bucks if I don't.

No.

Because once money is involved,

you take me seriously, right?

Look, you said there was

a point here and I...

Why do you give a Frenchman's f***

who she was sleeping with?

Get into the game.

Go for the 20 million yourself.

Are you saying that Tracy set this up?

What the hell have I been telling you?

Am I talking to my shadow?

You think you're Sherlock Holmes

with this statue?

You can buy them in any

departmental store for $89.95.

Looks just like the real thing.

The whole thing was a setup?

You're crazy.

Yeah?

Then how come I have the jack of clubs

in my f***ing pocket?

Look, kid, I don't know

what the game is.

But you got stung,

so did your friend, the surgeon.

Maybe, it's best to just take a medicine

like a good little boy and go home.

Do me a favor. Leave me this scotch.

Whatever happened to the baby?

- What baby?

- The Newport millionaire, the baby.

She pocketed the money

he gave her for an abortion.

Went downtown to a clinic.

She ended up working for the doctor.

There's a happy ending, though.

She disappeared with 80,000

of the clinic's money.

- How much of that do you think I saw?

- What was the name of the doctor?

How much you think I'm going to see

from this 20 million?

Was the name of the doctor

David Lillianfield?

How much do you think she's gonna give

her dead mother?

- Was it?

- Was what what?

You think you can drink like this

and remember a name?

Was the name of the doctor

David Lillianfield?

Welcome to the game.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Can I talk to your manager?

Mr. Hearn leaves at 5:00.

You're gonna have to come back tomorrow.

I'm Dr. Lillianfield.

Mr. Hearn wanted me to come by to fill out

a change of address card for your billing.

- Was that Lillianfield?

- Yeah. David.

All right. Why don't you just write it

on the back of the old card

and we'll take care

of the rest tomorrow.

Okay. Thanks.

Where is the key?

I'm soaked.

God! I'm freezing.

It's cold in here.

We must do something about the latch.

We got to get this latch fixed.

This damn door is driving me crazy.

I'm chilled to the bone.

Warm me up, I'm freezing.

Take me upstairs and f*** me.

I should be heading back to town.

We just got here.

I know, but it's broad daylight.

Relax. It's a done deal.

I'm cutting the check on Monday.

What's wrong with you?

- I got a letter today.

- From who?

Whom, from whom. From Dr. Kessler.

What did he say?

He didn't say, Tracy.

It was a letter. He wrote.

Jed, take a drink, take a pill, do whatever

it is you have to, but lighten the f*** up.

What did he write?

That he was sorry.

That he was very sorry.

That was thoughtful of him.

- What?

- That was.

The man put us over the top.

I was in the room.

The bartender was just icing,

but Kessler was the one who closed it.

Come on,

what more do you want from the man?

I want him to know it.

I want him to know

that I was holding the strings.

He's sorry? Let him say

he was sorry about Mass General.

When he says he was wrong, when

he says that I should have gotten the job,

then you talk about bygones

being bygones.

In the meantime,

I think I'll send him a postcard.

There, that's the spirit.

A picture of me sitting under a palm tree

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