Pound of Flesh Page #5

Congratulations. you played

brilliantly today. Very good.

Here, that's what I owe you.

I don't know how you've managed

to do it, you know, for so long.

What? Make people happy?

It's a win-win situation, right?

Not anymore, no.

We have a big problem.

But, I can make it disappear...

if you resign.

Come on.

Le's have another nine holes.

Game's over, Noah.

I want it all, notjust a part of it.

I'm going to make it...

Hey Noah, are you coming?

Quiet, please everyone.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I have an announcement.

I'm sorry to interrupt the party.

I wanted you to hear this from me first.

I'm leaving the university.

Where are you going, Daddy?

He's not going anywhere.

Tell them that you're kidding.

No, actually, it's true.

I'm officially retiring.

He's officially retiring.

- But you're too young.

And what about my scholarship?

- Please calm down, everyone.

Nothing's going to change, I'll just have

a little more time for my writing, that's all.

I didn't expect a scholarship, but you said,

you'd help me on my thesis.

Please, no worries. Now, come on.

Enough of this nonsense, please!

We're here to celebrate Juliet's big day.

Come on, Mom, where's the...

Look at this, look at this.

What do you think? It's your favorite.

All right. Come on, all the drinks.

Please, a toast everyone...to Juliet.

Happy Birthday, Juliet.

Cheers.

- Cheers, everyone.

All right, baby. Make a wish.

yeah!

What happened at Barden is proof that

even in the twenty-first century...

...so-called educators are still stuck

in the Dark Ages.

How dare you drop that bomb on me in

front of our daughter? Dean Clark called.

What's the matter?

- Admit it, you are f***ing your students.

I have never taken liberties

with a student, ever.

But I must say, when you first walked

into my office, I was sorely tempted...

...and I have loved you dearly

from the first moment I set eyes on you.

Then why didn't you tell me the truth?

Dean Jean...she's been out to get me

for a very long time.

I mean, what choice did I have?

Was I to retire or face public scandal

and humiliation?

I mean, thank God for Cameron,

because he saved my pension.

That doesn't matter now.

This isn't going away, Noah.

Let's not overreact here, all right?

- Be serious!

Please. No.

You know, I think you're right.

There's an ominous police presence

about this place. It's scary.

But I've got a plan.

We'll go on a family trip, huh?

We'll go to Mexico. What do you say?

I don't know.

It's all bullshit. Please.

They're full of crap.

- Noah.

I don't know what to do.

- I love you. Come on.

I was left to wonder if our life

together could ever be repaired.

But time passes.

By spring term, the scholarship girls were

back to having sex with the college boys.

But for free.

Prom night...we did actually have sex.

I knew it! I knew it. I knew it.

- Evelyn had sex!

The results weren't any better than

when the scholarships were paid.

All I wanted was to rebuild

my life with Daniella and Juliet.

You're amazing...

Yeah, well, another dead end.

- Huh?

I don't need this anymore.

Melville's DNA has been eliminated.

Yeah, well, I don't trust that guy.

I do. His wife bakes him cookies.

- Oh come on.

You know, you've got to look beneath the

surface of things to get to the truth, Sarge.

Like with me, you know?

Hey, that isn't food!

Don't eat that sh*t. Here, come on.

Kelly, you're on duty.

I'm eating.

Don't make me sorry I took you on, okay?

This...here's your problem.

you're mean, like an old mule.

- Just pick up the damned phone!

All right. May I wipe my mouth first?

I don't care what you do...choke.

yeah, Kelly. Domestic violence.

Hang on. You ever heard of

a guy named Cameron Morris?

I know Morris and his trophy wife. Big

time philanthropist. His wife plays around.

I don't blame her.

She married an a**hole.

Neighbors love to complain

about their rowdy fights.

Well, they're complaining right now.

Okay, hang on. We're on our way.

Well, five minutes.

Let me just...

We'll be there. Come on!

Kelly, wait. Announce yourself.

Barden Police!

Mister Morris, are you home?

We were called

because there were shots fired earlier.

Mister Morris, put down the weapon!

- Put it down!

Sir! Put it down!

I'm betting that matches

the ballistics report back at the station.

Could be our evidence.

Ho, look at all these guns.

I'm a hunter, schmuck.

I'm going to look around.

Hey, f***er! What about my rights?

Rights?

Just stay still and don't do anything scary.

You know who I like to scare, little girl?

Who else have you scared lately?

Oh, there was one.

Oh, she came by, she was so high.

It was her and this...it was a mistake.

Her mistake, not mine.

It was the most devastating

thing that ever happened to me.

Hey, she deserved it.

Who deserved it?

Hey, Kelly!

- yeah?

I think Mister Morris just confessed to

killing Marina Carlson...

...except he's too drunk to realize it.

Well, let's get him down

to the station fast, huh?

Come on, buddy. Up you get.

Hey, get the f*** up.

Kelly, relax.

- Pal.

Go ahead.

- you don't point guns at cops, huh?

Wakey, wakey.

So, what happened, Mister Morris?

I want to understand why a guy with so

much money would hire a cheap hooker.

All right. I was lonely.

So you dialed a f***, huh?

I just wanted some company,

you know...

...because my wife deserted me.

That makes sense...so you hire a hooker

to take the place of your wife.

Beat her, shoot her...

who's going to care about a hooker?

No, it wasn't...it wasn't like that.

Oh, honey...

- I'm not honey.

I'm the woman who's going to kick

your ass in court.

I guess you didn't figure we'd care, huh?

What was her name?

I don't remember.

She was just another wild p*ssy.

Eh? Female race...gone ballistic.

Her name was Marina Carlson.

What happened?

The slut...

...wanted to play with my guns.

You know what she called

my shot gun? A cock.

She put it in her mouth.

I told her, put it down.

It happened. Bang.

What the f*** were you doing to her?

I was trying to get her to stop.

By pulling the trigger? Do you honestly

think a jury is going to believe that?

A hooker voluntarily puts a gun in

her mouth, acts like it's a cock...

...pulls the trigger and shoots herself.

It's First Degree Murder.

I want my lawyer now.

She had bruises all over her neck.

Did you rape her?

Why would I rape her?

She was a hooker.

You know? She had a price

for anything that I wanted.

Oh, man, this babe

was pure...psycho.

No, she wanted it.

You're the psycho. How many women

have you done this to? Tell me!

All right! Enough!

- Get off me.

All right. All right. Take it easy.

Take it easy. Get some coffee.

You get coffee, Kelly.

I want to finish this.

you know? My lawyer...

- you go get the coffee!

...is going to hear about this abuse.

Acting like this is my first murder case.

Oh, why do I like it rough?

F***!

Oh, F***!

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