Mortal Thoughts Page #5

- We should go in the van.|- What're you saying?

There's just a couple of us.|She's got boxes to take care of.

I thought of my bad back|in that small car.

Wigs at a time like this?

I can't take all this pressure!|Don't you understand?

Just calm down! Let's do this|according to plan. Excuse me.

You do what you have to do.

We'll all fit in the car|or take a cab.

When we get back,|maybe we'lI have good news.

Come on, let's go inside and eat.

Come here. Stop!

Cynthia, where are you going?

So Joyce keeps her end of the bargain.|You didn't go to the carnival.

What did you do with the van?

I parked it where|I could keep an eye on it.

So now you go along with|getting rid of the evidence?

I thought, "I'm out of it now,

If I can get me through this,|nobody'll even know I was there".

What's going on?

Did they hear anything?

Something fishy's going on,|and I don't wanna be involved.

- What are you talking about?|- You know what!

I'm not lying for anybody.

- About what?|- About the van, okay?

Joyce told me|what to say about it.

That somebody broke into it|and cleaned it out.

I don't know what's going on,|but I'm not lying for anybody.

- Why?|- Why what?

"Why what?" Just say|somebody broke into the truck.

We both understand|what we're talking about.

I think so.

- What are you doing, Joseph?|- We'lI see what I'm doing.

- Where's the wigs?|- They weren't ready.

How come this f***ing van is so clean?|It's usually a pigsty in here.

What are you talking about?

You got something to hide,|the way you drove out of here?

Joey, you're so crazy.

We'lI see how crazy I am.

We'lI see how crazy|the police think I am.

What do I tell Joyce?

She can burn in hell!|That's what you can tell her.

That's nice talk|for your brother's wife.

What are you saying?

Did you see Joyce again that day?

I didn't see her till|the next day at Polaski's.

That's a funeral parlour|where James was laid out.

Oh, my God!

I don't understand|how this could happen.

I can't look at him.

He's all alone up there.

Oh, God!

- There's nothing we can do.|- He's the first to go.

She makes me sick.

Always the actress.

I'm the wife, the one|they're supposed to come to.

Just keep your dignity.|Let them be the phonies they are.

Thanks.

What are you doing sitting back here?

They got here first|and took all the front seats.

He looks beautiful still.

Yeah, except that beard.

No, the beard is good.|lt hides the scar.

Doesn't even look like him.

We gotta talk.|Excuse me, Mom. Go ahead.

Lock the door.

- The cops kept the van.|- Oh, sh*t!

F***ing Joey|and his suspicious mind!

- Did you clean it good?|- I spent two hours cleaning it.

- You can't see blood?|- It's spotless.

Because cops got eyes,|and dogs that smell everything.

And science, Mr. F***ing Wizard!

You gotta calm down.|You're spitting all over the place.

I told the cops,|"Somebody broke into the van...

stole the sh*t and washed it out|to cover fingerprints".

Then they won't think we cleaned it|to cover up something fishy.

Anybody in there?

Anybody in there?

Come back later, it's crowded!|Everybody has to go at the same time?

And f***ing Cookie too!|Did you talk to her?

She didn't come to the wake.

When her brother killed himself,|I was a friend.

I didn't leave her side.

It's not the same.|Jimmy sold him that bad acid.

Sh*t! Now you sound like her.|Bad acid, my ass!

Get the story straight. Her brother|was disturbed from way back.

If she opens her mouth,|we're gonna get caught!

No one's getting caught.

You have to be optimistic.

Grieving, but optimistic.

Why? Do I look guilty?

You don't look guilty.|You look mournful.

- You look how you should.|- Mournful.

But nobody knows what's inside|your mind, so don't tell them.

You gotta keep reminding me,|because I'm a sucky liar.

You're a terrific liar.

You've just lost|confidence in yourself.

I've lost confidence in myseIf now.

Come on.|We gotta get to the shop.

Take his wallet and his jewellery.

I told you to get rid of that sh*t!

- I know! Come on.|- Oh, Jesus!

She was dumping all this stuff|about Cookie on me.

- I had done enough already.|- So you refused to help her?

Joyce can be very persuasive.|And she didn't take no for an answer.

What the hell's in this?

His wallet, his jewellery|and his gun.

Enough, already.|I can't have any guns.

It's not registered.|How will I explain it?

I gotta get it out of here.

You could see what|was happening to her.

She was taking pills left and right.

She was really cracking up.

I think I hear him.

Like, sometimes...

I think I hear his voice|calling me.

"Joycie".

It's really weird,|the way the mind works.

You're gonna be fine.

After the funeral, you should just|take a trip, get away for a while.

Put this all behind you.

In the meantime, you can't keep|putting me in the middle here.

I gotta keep it quiet with Artie.|So if we don't talk...

it's all for the best.

What?

It's all for the best|if we don't talk.

Do you know I am so exhausted,|and I can't even sleep?

Let's get out of here.

They have concerns,|you have the answers.

They have objections.|You use it as buying signals.

You make the deal.|You close the deal.

You can't give them|enough time to think.

You woo them...

you sell them...

and sign them.

Caveat emptor. End of story.

Yeah, only me.

A person usually says,|"I'm home", or something.

Well, I'm home.

What the hell's going on?

Nothing. Why?

Why? What happened at the wake?|Did you talk to her?

- Yeah, I talked to her.|- And?

And I told her|not to call anymore...

and to not involve me,|and that I'm out of it.

- Sid is here.|- Oh, great.

I'll go say hello.

Hi, babies!

Come here, sweetie.|Hi, Sidney. How are you?

The question is how are you?

Artie told me what happened.

He did?

I told him about James.|About what happened.

What'd I tell you?|That somebody stole something...

and left him for dead|and he died.

F***ing animals!|If you'll excuse my French.

They should line them up against|the wall, slice them open...

and spread their guts out|on the parkway.

It's an ugly picture,|I know, but....

A young couple?|Did they rent or own?

They rented.

Ooh, bang!

Come on, honey.

Let's go on upstairs.

Time to get ready for bed.

What's in the bag?

Nothing.|It's just my Tampax.

I'm gonna get the kids|ready for bed. Come on.

- Good night, Sidney.|- Good night.

F***ing animals!|You got that right.

I know.

- " Ca-veet" emptor.|- Caveat emptor.

Yeah, right.

So she's taken|to Women's Detention.

Her fa ther told me|that she wanted to see me.

And he told me about the accident|she had with her wrists.

What did you do to yourself?

I don't know, man.

Somebody's talking.

- So what?|- Somebody's talking.

They ask questions, like somebody|knows something or said something.

I haven't talked to them.

Not even Cookie?

You know Cookie.|She's off dying her hair green...

and hanging out in Newark,|scared of her own shadow.

If she says something, they're gonna|put you in a cell next to mine.

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