Mortal Thoughts Page #4

- Why me?|- I gotta be here.

I gotta report him missing to the cops|in the morning.

Take his wallet and jewellery.

- Get rid of it!|- I can't do that.

- Why not?|- I'm just not ready for that.

Do you want them|to find this on you?

You just get rid of this sh*t!

- All right, I will, I will.|- Oh, man!

I'm really afraid. I don't think|we're doing the right thing.

I really appreciate what you did.

I love you for it.|You know that.

We....

Listen to me. We are friends...

and we are gonna watch out|for each other forever.

Am I right?

Don't worry.

Cynthia, please, don't worry.

I gotta go.|I gotta get home.

Joyce called her mother-in-law|and started the story

about Jimmy disappearing.

Gloria just hung up on her.

Joyce said, "He's dead,|and what the f*** does she care?"

I just walked home.

- What are you doing?|- Nothing. Go back to bed.

You gotta take out Buttercup.|I forgot to.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?|ls everything all right?

What?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?|What's the matter?

- What?|- Joyce killed Jimmy.

Joyce killed Jimmy?|What the hell are you talking...

Cynthia, my God!

What happened to you?

I don't know.|They were fighting.

And he tried to choke her,|so she stabbed him with a razor.

How do you stab someone with a razor?

I don't know,|Just a slice, you know, a cut.

I can't f***ing believe|this is happening to me.

What are you talking about?|Tell me what happened.

I told you, they were fighting|all night. He was f***ed up.

I left him in the van sleeping.

Did you see her?

No, I didn't see her.

After I saw her...

he was cut up bad.

That don't mean he's dead.

Jesus Christ, Arthur,|I have blood all over me!

- I helped her get rid of the body!|- All right, just calm down.

I don't understand this. How could|you go along with her on this?

It just happened so fast.

Oh, Christ!

I warned you about those two.

They're crazy. They're animals!|Anything can happen with them.

We gotta call somebody.

Say what?

Say what?

Say what happened. Whatever happened,|and hope for the best.

You're pretty innocent, right?

You told me everything, right?

For chrissakes, what do you think|of me you could say that?

You want me to call the police?|I'll call the police.

What's your explanation gonna be?

I don't have an explanation.

You have to have an explanation.|Hang up the phone!

Jesus Christ! You get me to do|what you want, then you don't want it.

Why is it when you do things,|you start at all the wrong times?

I'm busting my ass.|I'm trying to get something done...

at the most important time.

Who will buy anything from|a killer's wife's... Husband's wife...

Whatever the f*** we are?!

Why do I tell you anything?

She actually killed him.

So what do we do now?

It's her problem. I'm out of it.|She swore she wouldn't involve me.

She said that?

She swore up and down.

So if somebody's gotta|call the police, let her be the one.

Look at you. Take this off.

My God!|If anybody saw you, Cynthia....

Come on.

Look at this blood.|It's gonna never, never come off.

It's all right. Christ Almighty!

Listen, you have to cut it off.|You have to not see her.

I mean...|Where's the Joy?

- What're you talking about?|- The Joy, the soap.

You don't use that on clothes.|You mean Cheer.

Joy, Cheer, deck the f***ing halls|with boughs of holly!

Under the sink.

- And nobody saw you?|- Nobody saw us.

And she's not gonna|tell anybody I was with her.

This better be the end of it.

The kids will lose their mother, I'll|lose a job, then where will we be?

On the streets.|On the f***ing streets!

Did your husband persist|about calling the police?

He didn't wanna be involved either.|He was worried about my kids.

I don't know.

Something's....

I don't know.

Did you think you would|get away with this?

I didn't do anything!

I may have mixed feelings about James.

But I would never raise a hand|to anyone. I would never hurt anyone!

If Joyce would get caught,|she'd get caught.

I won't be the one to turn on her.

- What the f*** are you nodding for?!|- Now wait a minute, here!

You have a so-called friend|who brutally murders her husband...

orphans his kid and drops his body|behind the 1 8th hole.

And you protect her?

- Cops don't protect each other?|- There must be a reason!

And don't give me any lip, lady!

I think now's a good time|to take a break.

John?

Let's take a break.|You want something to eat?

You wanna use the toilet?

Want a sandwich or something?

Are you all right, my dear?

I'm her attorney.

I demand to know|what's going on with my client.

Do you do your own hair?|It's nice how you sweep it up.

Yeah, I do.

There are a few things|I'd like to clarify.

You told your husband your story,

and swore to avoid contact|with Joyce.

And how long did that promise last?

You gotta come here now.|It's an emergency.

- What's wrong?|- You gotta come right now.

- Dominic, you want some coffee?|- No, I don't.

After you go to bed,|you'll feel better.

It's Cynthia.|I'm glad she's here.

What's happening?

They found a body.|They think it's Jimmy.

- Sit down. She needs you.|- Oh, my God!

- Tell me what's going on.|- Pray it's not him, Cindy.

Pray to St. Anthony it's a mistake.

They have to identify the body.

I swear to God, Mama!|I'll ring his neck, if it's a mistake!

You want coffee?

Why did he do this to me?

Why are you blaming him?|It's not his fault.

She's not blaming him!

For chrissakes,|she's not blaming him!

- Where's Anthony?|- He's at his Aunt Marie's.

God! How do I tell my son|his father's in heaven?

Don't count on it.

What is that supposed to mean?

I gotta explain it to you?

Just wait and see.|Don't give up hope.

Get over here. Get over here.

Wait!

- How you doing?|- Oh, Marilyn.

You at home?

Wanna go to lunch?

No, we gotta be at the medical|examiner's by 9.00.

- I'm really sorry.|- Yeah, I know.

I can't talk now. Bye.

You were with them last night, no?

She couldn't go.

Yeah, the kids were|coming down with a virus...

or something.

The fever break?

Yeah, it broke this morning.

- So you went?|- Yeah, we went. lt was good.

Same old Jimmy.|I was telling Gloria.

But, you know, he was high,|he was happy, he was winning.

- That's good then.|- And now this. What'll I do?

I expect him to come walking|through the door any minute.

What's happening?

Dunkin' Donut?

They called me to come...

Have a f***ing donut.

You need the keys to the van, right?

Come here.

Somebody's gotta get|those wigs we ordered.

- They're ready by now.|- When did you do that?

The other day from the catalogue.|You remember.

When was that?|Catalogues deliver.

We don't need questions.|We're trying to keep our wits.

Cynthia knows what's gotta get done.|If I had to depend on you, forget it.

For chrissakes!|lt was only a question.

- Let me go with you.|- I need you here.

I'll go with her.

You should be here with Joyce!

I don't feel so good.

I gotta go to the bathroom!

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