The Alarmist Page #5

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I thought--

It's really too absurd.

I thought that in some way...

you might have held me responsible

for what happened.

Why would I do that?

I don't know.

Just because

of the other thing and--

Just because.

- That's absurd.

- That's what I thought, right?

I thought it was too absurd.

Come here!

- You're ready to go back to work?

- Yeah, I'm ready.

Good. 'Cause idleness is no good.

It'll f*** with your mind.

- Yeah, I know.

- Good. Get the hell out of here, kid.

- Have a good night.

- Good night.

- See you tomorrow.

- Hold the elevator.

- Good night.

- See you there.

Yes, I understand.

I hope you have a great time.

Think about what I've told you,

and we'll pick up when you get back.

All right.

Have a safe trip.

No, thank you. Bye.

- Damn.

- Who was that?

That's the old lady on Irving.

I told you about her.

I've been trying to sell her a system

for weeks. She just won't bite.

She lives in this big house

right on the edge of Hancock Park.

It's crammed full of antiques,

jewelry, valuables.

Now she went

to visit her sister...

and she won't be back

until the day after tomorrow.

- I was that close to a sale.

- Don't worry about it.

You'll close the deal

when she gets back.

Hopefully.

- You ready for that drink?

- Sure.

Just give me a second.

I'll wash up.

- Who is it?

- Fielding?

- Yeah?

- This is your neighbor.

- Who?

- Who is it?

I saw some a**hole

lurking around the back.

Better take a look.

Who the hell is this?

- Don't go down there, Henry.

- Let go of me.

- Don't be a fool.

- Woman! You want him to hear us?

Judgment day.

Sh*t!

Damn it!

It's a beautiful day today, Susan.

Too bad you're at the desk.

Morning.

Sally, have you

seen Heinrich today?

- It's not like Old Heinny to be late.

- I wouldn't call him Old Heinny.

These donuts are special.

Do you mind?

Jesus, what happened to you?

I was mugged.

Can I see you in my office, please?

Shut the door.

That was a pretty crappy thing to do.

I don't know

what you're talking about.

I'm getting the distinct impression...

that you think I'm responsible

for your friend's death.

- Aren't you?

- Are you accusing me?

Because if you are,

just say so, don't ask.

Don't try to get me killed

and then ask if I'm responsible.

I saw you last night.

I know it was you.

Last night?

Yeah, I admit that.

- You do?

- Sure. You know that I did it.

I know that you know it.

Why would I deny it?

I broke into the old geezer's house

to steal...

because I am a piece of sh*t.

But that in no way proves I broke into

f***in' what's-her-name's house!

Her name is Gale,

and she's f***ing dead.

You're responsible.

In this country, first of all...

we have something called

presumption of innocence.

- You're a bastard.

- Right.

You have no remorse.

Remorse? No.

You know why?

Because I did not do the horrible

thing that you think I did.

I didn't.

Even assuming that I'm a thief,

which I am...

why would I break into the house

of your girlfriend, for God's sake?

Do you think that I care

so little for your happiness...

that I would do such a thing?

I don't know

what people like you care about.

Fine.

You got a beef with me?

Go to the cops, just like

every other normal human being.

Take your chance with them.

But I cannot be party

to your hotdog schemes.

I need to ask you one thing.

Are you still working here or--

What?

Then please get out.

Get the f*** out.

I loved you.

Don't forget that.

April, what are you doing here?

I'm sorry, Mr. Hudler.

Please don't be mad.

Why would I be mad?

I haven't had a single

night's sleep since Howard--

I know.

Why don't you come inside?

I know who killed

Howard and Gale.

Miss?

Don't I know you?

- Give me that.

- Don't!

Don't move.

We need to talk.

Talk about what?

Look, I thought

we put that issue to rest.

Give me that f***in' thing

before somebody gets hurt.

Halt or I'll shoot.

Are you f***ing crazy?

Ow. F***.

You f***ing b*tch!

Wait!

Get in!

- What are you doing?

- I'm going with.

- No, you're not.

- Yes. I'm the accomplice.

No, I'll call you

when the thing's done.

Bye.

Look, please, whatever

you're doing, it's wrong.

It's very wrong.

Just let me go. Please?

Tommy, don't!

Look, it's kidnapping!

Bad!

Wait! No!

What are we doing here?

- I just want to know the truth.

- The truth about what?

The truth is that I can't help you

because I didn't hurt your girlfriend.

Why don't you just confess,

knowing it will make you feel better?

I can't confess

because I didn't do anything!

I didn't kill her!

I didn't, goddamn it!

Yeah, I know you did.

Believe me, I know.

How do you know?

There's a lot of sick

f***in' wackos out there!

Haven't you learned anything

by being with us?

I know because Gale told me.

Did she tell you

before or after she was dead?

What do you think?

She couldn't have told me

before she was dead...

because you hadn't killed her yet.

God, this is not

going very well at all.

- I'm very angry.

- I know.

I loved her,

and you took her away.

I didn't.

Look, if I confess,

do you promise not to shoot me?

- Are you confessing?

- No, I'm not.

I'm just saying,

if I confess...

will you take me to the police

and let justice have its day?

No deal.

Fine.

Then just f***in' shoot me!

Go ahead! I killed the old broad

and her f***in' son, okay?

I killed them both, all right?

Does that make you feel good?

Is that better? Go ahead!

Don't.

What are you doing?

Please don't kill me.

I'm having a little trouble

pulling the trigger.

Of course you are.

Because you're not a killer.

You're a nice boy

who's very upset.

Look, if you shoot me,

the cops will find out.

And if they do, they'll put you away

until you're very f***ing old.

Don't talk.

Don't, Tommy.

Oh, God.

It's the phone.

You gonna get it?

Excuse me.

Hello.

Yes, this is Thomas Hudler.

Yes.

Thank you very much.

No, I'm not currently represented.

Yes, I'm very interested,

but, the thing is...

this is sort of a bad time.

Could I talk to you tomorrow?

That would be great.

Thank you!

All right. Bye.

- You won't believe who that was.

- Who?

An agent

from the William Morris Agency.

He saw my commercial.

He wants to represent me.

- William Morris?

- Yeah.

-Yeah, that's a good outfit.

-He wants to send me out on commercials.

Not just local stuff.

National spots.

That's fabulous.

He said commercials

are just the beginning.

The pilot season's coming up.

Could you imagine me on a sitcom?

Or maybe one of those hour-long

hospital shows?

Yeah, I could see you in one of those.

You'd be great.

I think you'd be fabulous.

I told you, right?

You're gonna be a star.

What did I tell you? You do one

commercial, and there you go!

Forget about it.

Things are looking up, right?

Come on.

What do you--

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

F***.

Tommy, look, just do me a favor.

Call the police to see if they've had

any breakthroughs before you do this.

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