On the Other Hand, Death Page #2

Then we'll get along.

Cops catch

whoever did that?

Yeah.

Right.

You're in Hollis

right now, not Albany.

At least these days

we don't have to worry

that it was the police

that did it.

That's a waltz.

Oh, a martini should

always be shaken to a waltz.

You know, it's just

kids acting out.

Doesn't make it

any easier to read.

I can ask the senator

to look into it as well.

That'd be great.

I'm sure we can get

a letter of support

from the Trevor Project.

I'll even see

if Lambda Legal

wants to get involved.

Ooh, no, no.

Andrew, I really

appreciate it.

Thank you, but I can

fight my own battles.

You always have.

Make it easier, though,

if you weren't

always picking fights.

We don't pick

our fights, Edith.

They pick us.

And I have

no intention

of backing down

at all.

Well, if you weren't

so tough on me

when I was going

to school here,

I wouldn't be

half the man I am today.

You were Andrew's

guidance counselor.

Well, you...

you didn't really need

much guidance, did you?

Andrew always knew

exactly what he wanted.

You know,

Andrew was the one

who first got me

interested in politics.

After I left

the seminary

and went to college,

I had no idea

what I wanted to do.

So you were

a good boy, huh?

Not always

such a good boy.

Stop that.

Well. Here's

to bad boys then, huh?

And to bad girls.

I'll drink

to that.

Okay.

Down!

Wait!

Don!

Hey, a**hole!

I see you, you son of a b*tch!

Come here!

Come here!

Everybody all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Everybody's fine.

- Did... Did you see who it was?

- No.

But I tell you, it didn't look like

some kid's prank, though.

Oh, God.

It's okay.

Morning!

Hey,

we get anything

on this mystery

client of ours?

I don't know.

Does his picture count?

You got his picture?

I remembered

there's a security camera

in the parking lot,

so I contacted

the guard service,

and they got me this.

Kenny Kwon...

good job.

As if the face and body

weren't enough.

There's a mind

to go with it, too.

He wrote back.

"I am traveling

in Taiwan this week.

Please e-mail me

the report as arranged."

Okay. Send him back

a message.

Just say

everything's fine.

Nothing suspicious.

We can keep him

online that way.

But I thought you were

supposed to contact Bailey

the second this guy

contacted you.

I will. Eventually.

First, I'd like to figure out what

this undercover cop's been investigating.

If we can figure out

who's got the most to lose,

maybe that'll lead us

to our mystery man.

Why do you even care?

We got paid.

I don't like being

made a fool of.

You know, go over my notes

from when I was tailing the cop.

Maybe you can figure out

what she's been working off now.

You realize

this is only

asking for trouble.

We don't pick

our fights, Kenny.

They pick us.

Where you going?

I'm heading

out to Hollis,

see if I

can help those ladies

figure out

who's harassing 'em.

Aw, that's sweet...

Private Eye

Donald Strachey

taking time out of his

busy crime-fighting schedule

to save two helpless

little old ladies.

We should

just move!

Then they win!

So what?

So what?

Maybe we win, too!

Maybe... Maybe we could go

to Vermont like we always wanted to

and start that

bed and breakfast.

Or... Or we could

take a year off,

- or we could go to Italy, Spain!

- No!

I've already

told you,

when we do

any of those things,

we are going to do them

on our own terms

and not because

some f'ing jackass

has spooked us

into leaving.

Fine. Have it

your way.

Talk to her,

would you please?

You always

fold the cards!

You do it

every time.

Whatever happens,

I'm not leaving

till we get it

figured out.

Oh, Andrew,

you got a life.

You've got a job

in San Francisco.

You can't just

pack up and...

I already took

two weeks off.

I'm sleeping right here

every night

until I know the two

of you are safe.

Oh, I've missed you

so much.

Oh, and you're

so far away. God.

And Don's offered

to help us out with the case.

Yeah. If that's

all right with you,

I'd like to ask a few questions,

see if I can help.

Starting with,

uh, Jonas Baskin.

What can you

tell me about him?

Well, he...

he's a bigot.

He's an idiot.

I don't think

he has a clue

how close his son is

to harming himself seriously.

But, uh, God,

I don't think he's a petty vandal.

Well, I'm not sure

I'd call this "petty."

I'm... I'm

dead certain

that this

is Joey Deems.

I told

the police that.

He's called me

so many worse things to my face,

you wouldn't

believe it.

Okay. Where can I

find Joey Deems?

Can I help you?

Yeah. Does Joey Deems

live here?

And who wants to know?

Don Strachey.

I'm a private investigator.

What do you want

with my son?

You know Dorothy Fisher

and Edith Strong?

Uh, I know them to say hello,

not much more.

Well, they've been having

some problems at their place.

Vandalism, spray painting,

graffiti, ugly stuff.

And you're accusing Joey

of being involved?

Evidently,

there's been some words

exchanged between them.

Joey wouldn't have

anything to do with that.

We raised him to be

a good Christian boy.

Good. Then I can

talk to him.

I don't think so. I don't think he'd have

anything to say to you.

And if you're looking

for more people

with a grudge against

those two women,

there's plenty of them

that are more ticked off

at them than Joey.

Okay. Who's that?

Oh, any of the neighbors

up and down Moon Road.

They didn't tell you

that, did they?

How they pissed everybody off

by refusing to sell.

You all got offers

on your properties?

You see, that's

what homosexuals do.

They make it seem

like everything

is some kind of prejudice

or something.

When really,

it's nothing of the kind.

Let's talk about you.

How ticked off are you?

I don't let anger

enter my heart, Mr...

- Strachey?

- Don's fine.

Don. Well, Don...

let me tell you

something.

God must've wanted me

to stay here for a reason,

and I am content to do

whatever he thinks is best.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have work to do.

- It's been nice talking to you.

- Thank you for your time.

Have a nice day.

You talk to Joey?

No.

Couldn't get

past papa bear.

You didn't tell me you had

an offer on your house.

Yeah.

Well, that was

a few months ago.

Sounds like you two

pissed off quite a few

of your neighbors.

Not "you two."

Dorothy.

She wouldn't even

consider the offer.

You wanted

to sell?

Well, it was

a lot of money.

And, yeah,

I'd love to move,

see some new sights.

Honestly, I was always

more of a city girl.

Then Dorothy got

offered the job,

and we had to find

a place to live,

and we've been here

ever since.

You don't seem

so happy about that.

Dorothy loves this house.

I love Dorothy.

But it hasn't been easy,

you know?

When we first got here, the neighbors

didn't even talk to us.

We were so isolated.

Lonely, huh?

Yeah."Lonely"

is a good word.

"Invisible,"

that's another one.

But we've always had each other.

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