Murphy's Law Page #4

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pizza for some guy named Guido.

How did you get up here, anyhow?

The elevator, anchovy-breath,

how do you think?

Well, the elevator don't come up here

unless you got a key.

Yeah? Well, it did for me.

Look, all I know is

somebody owes me $9.75.

I'm not budging till I get paid.

I wouldn't if I didn't have to,

pepperoni-breath.

Where's Vincenzo?

Yes.

Mmm-hmm.

I think I'm going to like that.

Mmm, yeah.

Do it.

Do it now.

Do it now.

Oh, baby...

Do it.

Hey, hot pants.

If you know what's good for you,

you'd get out of here right away.

- Lock her in the bathroom.

- Come on, Goldilocks.

You son of a b*tch.

You killed my ex-wife and my best friend.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Then you had me framed for their murders.

Now, I think you ought

to be ashamed of yourself.

Does your mother know

what you do for a living?

I didn't do it! I didn't do it!

No. You just paid someone else to do it.

And I want his name.

I don't have a name. I don't have a name.

You're crazy, you know that!

Murphy, you're just crazy!

You're really nuts!

We're gonna play a little roulette.

One bullet left.

I want a name.

Give me a name, Frank.

You're running out of luck, Frank.

Help me!

Three left, Frank.

Give me a name.

I don't have a name.

A name.

I didn't hurt anybody.

I didn't kill anybody.

I didn't!

Two more left, Frank.

The chances are 50-50, Frank.

I hate to say it, Murphy,

but I think he's telling the truth.

The gun was empty, Frank.

So much for your big play.

Now what?

- I don't know yet.

- Oh, great.

We're both wanted for murder, we've got

a Mafia psycho who wants to bury us,

and you're out of ideas?

Thanks a lot, douche bag!

If you don't want to hang around, go!

Thanks for keeping my seat warm.

You know, Murphy, you ain't worth sh*t,

but right now, you're all I've got.

Oh, sh*t, Jack!

You almost gave me a heart attack.

Look, Murphy, if I help you,

and the Department finds out,

I'm gonna lose my badge, my pension,

my career, and I owe up to here!

My life is on the line.

Someone's framed me for three murders.

If I don't find out who, they're gonna

put me away for a long, long time.

Come on, weenie-roast, help the guy out!

Butt out, sweetheart!

Nobody's talking to you!

Have a hernia, motor-mouth!

Why don't you park your tongue?

Yeah, why don't you pull on it?

If, uh, you can find it.

Why don't the both of you shut up?

Jesus Christ!

What is this? Romper Room?

All right, I've run out of options.

You have to help me.

What do you want?

I want a list of homicide cases

that Wilcove and I worked on.

Someone we put away for a lot of years.

Got out in the last couple of months.

Yea, but to do that,

I got to use the computer.

Yeah.

Where do you suppose

I get authorization for that?

You'll find a way.

Oh, right, thanks.

You're welcome, dildo-nose.

How much money do I pay you clowns

to protect me?

What happens?

Some cop waltzes in here.

You don't do a goddamn thing about it!

Put the word on the street, $10,000

to anybody who knows where Murphy is.

I want him!

You hear me?

And you better find him for me!

Or there's gonna be four corpses

floating in the goddamn marina!

What?

Nothing.

Don't you have something to do?

Nope.

Damn.

What am I, a TV?

Maybe you want to look at me,

but I don't want to look at you.

Who says I want to look at you?

Sometimes I've got a big mouth.

No comment.

One of my faults.

Oh, you have faults?

Hey, you ain't no charmer either, you know.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

Maybe.

You want a sandwich?

Sure.

No mayonnaise.

How can you eat a sandwich

without mayonnaise?

I don't like mayonnaise.

Everybody likes mayonnaise.

Okay. No mayonnaise.

- How old are you, kid?

- Why?

Just wondering.

As in, how long have I been stealing cars?

I know, to you I'm just a lowlife.

But the way I see it, man,

being a thief is better than being a whore.

I never said you were a lowlife.

Eat your sandwich.

How old are you?

Too old.

For what?

You're not so bad.

You stop the boozing,

you'd look a lot better.

Thanks.

I'm serious.

Besides, personally,

I like them older.

Is that so?

Is it true what they say about cops?

What?

That their, um...

Their guns are substitutes for their wangs?

Don't you count on it.

Oh, yeah?

Prove it.

Yeah?

I got three names for you.

Shoot.

You remember a guy named Red LaSalle?

I don't think this is his style.

Number two is Jerry Myers.

I remember him.

Now you and Wilcove tagged him

for taking out a union leader.

He swore he'd nail you.

What about number three?

Uh, it's a real long shot.

This happened about 10 years ago.

Do you remember a woman

named Joan Freeman?

Well, they put her in Camarillo.

Not anymore. They cut her loose.

Jesus. Where is she now?

Uh, she's staying in one of those

old downtown hotels called the Sunset.

Listen, Art.

What was the judge's name at her trial?

Uh, it's Kellerman, I think. You hear what

happened to him? He fried himself.

Murphy?

You still there?

Joan?

Joan?

How've you been doing?

Pretty well.

No trouble adjusting to the outside world?

I don't think so.

I feel pretty good about myself.

Good.

How's the job working out?

Well, actually, I decided not to take it.

Why not?

Because I got another job.

A better job.

Terrific.

Doing what?

In a way, you see, I owe it all to you.

You taught me I could do

anything I wanted.

You taught me how to believe in myself.

Wonderful.

So what's the job?

I'll show you.

What's this?

My job.

I don't understand.

Who are these people?

The ones who sent me away.

You never should've let me out,

you know?

I really am crazy.

The hotel is not responsible

for the loss of personal valuables.

I'm talking almost $200, man.

Look, Helen Keller, read my lips.

The hotel is not responsible

for the loss of personal valuables.

Oh, yeah?

When it comes time to pay my rent,

and we'll see who's responsible

or not responsible.

F***ing schwartze.

Which room is Joan Freeman in?

Sorry, pal.

The hotel guest list is confidential.

Can you count to five?

Sure.

How would you like to try it without teeth?

It's, uh, 604.

Yeah, this is Marty, down at the Sunset.

What are we doing here?

Just looking.

Sounds like fun.

Murphy?

Could you come here a minute?

Come on, man, what room?

They're in 604.

Hey! Where's my money?

Who's that stiff?

I don't know,

but I gotta get to Malibu fast.

Malibu?

Hey, don't you think

it's a little cold to go surfing?

Go!

It happened about 10 years ago.

She had a boyfriend

who worked as a security guard

in the old Bradbury Building, downtown.

She was down there visiting him one day,

and they got into an argument.

Then she flipped out, grabbed his gun,

and shot him.

By the time we got there,

she was up on the roof with a hostage.

And so that's why she framed you.

And she killed Wilcove, 'cause he was your

partner and the two of you arrested her.

Yeah, and Kellerman,

because he was the judge at the trial.

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