The Flaw in the Alibi Page #5

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I think there's been a mistake.

My house is that way.

This ain't no car service, motherf***er.

This is your worst nightmare.

Well, my worst nightmare has rats in it.

Well, we're gonna get to that.

Gurantee hat.

- I know you.

- Oh, you think so?

You're Hatch's driver.

That's right a**hole and

what is that supposed to mean?

You think you are better than me?

You trying to put me down man?

What the f***,

let me suggest something to you.

I suggest you get real smart real fast

and tell me where the f*** she is?

Look you better get smart.

Don't be annoyed but,

who?

Heather.

Heather Price, motherf***er.

Do you remember her now?

Little B-cup, ass like butter, right?

Mind like f***ing pervert.

You took her to that hotel

in Santa Barbara.

Let me tell you something,

she's my f***ing girlfriend, man.

H. It wasn't a hotel man,

it was bed and breakfast,

you shut the f*** up

and drive, keep attention man.

I wasn't at that hotel, I reported

my credit card stolen.

I spent weekend with friends

Check it out with any of them.

You expect somebody believe

that bullshit.

Is that your best shot?

It's the truth.

Come on, give me something before

I get me to engage

my suspension of disbelief

Give me something, man.

Something within the realm of Plausibility.

She wouldn't be cheating on me man.

No matter what she's done

or why she's ducking me

I have the capacity to forgive.

Unfortunately, tonight is not going to be

salvation to your f***ing ass.

Do you want me to get extreme

cranial makeover on your ass.

Where is she?

Say something!

Listen, if you want to beat

information out of someone,

you gotta be

smart enough to let them answer.

Alright point taken,

back off man, back off.

Now where is she?

- Go ahead.

- She's...

She's dead.

- I didn't do it.

- She can't man.

You can kill me if you want to,

but it won't change what went down.

- You do it?

- No. No I didn't.

Do you know who f***ing did it?

Wendell Hatch.

He was having an affair with her.

He came to me to help him set up an alibi.

No way. Can't f***ing be Wendell Hatch man.

The man is bullshitting man.

Couldn't be a little ain't no worth.

Think about it, Hannibal.

Weren't there times when she wanted to

meet people you never met?

- What!

- Just kill him right now.

She wanted to take shower

before she was with you. She ever do that?

Jewelry! Did she have a new jewelry

a bracelet or necklace?

Talk to me.

He's f***ing right.

I caught her. I caught her with big-assed diamond ear rings.

Sh*t is right man.

Happens more often than you think.

I know where he lives.

Remember, what about that time

when we went to Jino party

and I told you we seen it...

Don't do it, Hannibal. There's a better way.

Better than shooting his ass?

Better than you going to

jail to avenge a girl

who was f***ing around on you.

Better than you throwing away

what you've got going on for a third strike

that'll get you the needle.

A needle motherf***er,

what do you know about me man?

What do you know about me

you don't know me man.

The ink says you've been inside.

And I know you drive for Hatch

to pay for your tuition fees.

- You promise he goes down?

- I can make it happen.

Better make it happen.

If he walks,

I'm gonna finish it in my way.

You follow me?

You've made yourself very clear.

So I wanted to.

I said you made yourself very clear.

- Almost kept my first one in there.

- Told you there were rats, mother f***er.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Ray, my friend. Is this a bad time?

It is a very bad time.

Can you come by?

I was hoping we could firm up

some dates for our business.

I can't tonight.

I've got...

I've got laundry.

Tomorrow then.

Oh, by the way, a gentleman contacted me

regarding you this afternoon.

- What did he want?

- He wanted me to take you out.

I'm pretty sure I'm not your type.

It wasn't some sodomite tea party, Ray.

What did you say?

I said it was out of the question

as we have unfinished business, you and I.

What did he offer you?

A man should always know his worth.

Your asking price is twenty three thousand.

Tell Hatch you'll take it.

Very impressive.

But suicide is still a sin Ray.

If you take the constract at least

I know he won't be hiring anyone else.

You know,

if I had Jack McCadden's whereabouts,

you and I might never

need to speak again.

Five million dollars buys

a lot of forgiveness.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Sh*t.

Lucky for you I didn't make

any other plans tonight.

What happened?

Opera?

What happened?

I was car jacked.

Doubtful.

Care to try again?

It was Hatch's driver.

Why would he come after you?

It's better if you don't know.

I think I can decide

what I can handle.

Well?

It was Hatch's son.

He spent last weekend in Santa Barbara

where he killed his date.

And I...we were on the job.

I got that guy Putty

to take care of it.

And now the cops are all over me

and a very bad man has been hired to kill me.

You sure this job is worth it?

It's not normally this bad.

You ever consider asking

your old partner for help?

- It's not so easy.

- Why?

Because you are Jack McCadden?

It makes a certain amount of sense.

What that guy putty said,

your trip to San Francisco.

How much it must have

cost to set up your company.

Plus you calling Jack your boss

when I really can't see you

ever working for anyone.

A woman can tell when a man lies, Ray

If she's paying attention and

if she really wants to know.

And if I can figure it out

I might not be the only one.

It's funny.

You think I'm Jack,

the detective thinks I killed Jack

and the Mormon thinks

I know where Jack is hiding out.

So who's right?

I know you won't believe me Ray,

but not everyone is working an angle.

Well...

That maybe. But for five million dollars,

somebody might take a chance.

Then I suppose you have a choice to make.

I suppose I do.

You look like a man with a problem.

Several.

Care to add to the burden?

I need an alibi for Thursday night.

Something extremely sturdy.

Well the only absolutely air-tight alibi...

is death.

What's happening Thursday night?

Let me explain something.

It helps if I know where you are going to be,

so I can pretend you're somewhere else.

Honey?

Fine. I'll be at the Ellroy Hotel.

But that's all you get.

And where would you want to pretend to be?

Does it matter?

It's your neck.

Thank you, Adelle.

How about this?

How about if I write you a check right now

and you forget we ever met?

Do you have five million

in your checking account?

Unless you're trying to tell me Jack

is already a non-issue?

You wouldn't have me waste my time

looking for a man

who's already passed on to the

greater celestial court,

would you?

Anything else, Ray?

Not right now. No.

So...

is this a social call?

Business, actually.

I've heard you want my boss dead.

- Excuse me?

- Please, Mr. Hatch. I'm on a deadline.

- I kind of thought that you and Ray were maybe...

- You thought wrong.

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