The Flaw in the Alibi Page #7

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Yes. There should be an envelope for me.

My name's McGillicutty.

Here you are.

Mr Klump.

This is very important.

Exactly what kind of contest did you win?

A magazine kind?

- Drink?

- Is that all you're offering?

Let's get the business out of the way first.

You're sure you still want to get rid of Ray?

I'm not a man prone to second thought.

- And you haven't found anyone else?

- No.

Good.

How do I know you're for real?

You'll never know for sure,

but I promise you won't be dissapointed.

Adelle!

You son of a b*tch!

- Take care and keep an eye on.

- Sir!

Whoever you are

somebody really want you dead.

Now I don't know about you, Bobby,

but I'm feeling pretty dirty.

Can't I watch?

- Ray?

- Hey. Was starting to worry about you. Where you been?

Just covering our accounts, as instructed.

So I think I need to tell you something.

I'm actually a huge opera fan.

That's what you needed to tell me?

But I always preferred Carmen to Salome.

You know why?

Because in Salome the hero loses his head

and in Carmen the evil temptress

is made to pay with her life?

Oh no. Actually, it's the overture.

Hey Lola, Are you okay?

Yeah I'm ready.

God Damn!

Excuse me sir.

- Ice for Champagne?

- Oh forget the ice.

Why don't you get in the tub with me?

I know these things that

we can do with the water jets

- I tell you what...

- Trust me when I'm done with you

You're going to need ice.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Ray

I mean Bob.

He's a guest here.

- Are you Adelle?

- Yes.

Room 1215.

Thank you.

I've learned not to rely on

a single person in this world.

And I'm not.

I'm relying on a dozen.

Mostly cheats, killers and cons.

And I happen to trust these people.

Or at least trust on their baser instincts.

Let's hope they don't disappoint me.

Nice shoes.

Thank you.

Oh f***!

I got a paper cut.

Boss, you better down.

But the most important thing

I learned from Jack,

within the face of real danger,

make certain that

you are never ever around

I don't like this.

Mr Klump I think we need to

get you out of here.

Hell no!

This is Detective Walsh.

Officer needs assistance,

we're at the Ellroy Hotel,

room 1015.

I swear it was her.

I'm gonna kill him.

Then I'll pray for God to resurrect him

so I can kill him again.

Ray. Where are you?

Ray?

- Front desk.

- You have a Robert in the hotel?

- I'm sorry?

- A Robert. A Bob...

What's the last name?

I don't know

Just tell me.

If there are any Roberts or

God damned Bobs in the hotel

or I will come down there and

personally shove that phone...

I have a first initial 'R'

- Yeah?

- R. Elliott. Room 1215.

Sir? Hello?

Hello?

So...you never thought

it would come down to this.

You try to cover all the basis

do your homework.

At the end of the day

It's the people you trust.

I'm not a huge proponent of that word.

I prefer leverage to human nature any day.

Sometimes, you just have to roll the dice...

Come on in, the water's fine.

- I ask you a question.

- Shoot.

Making a speech.

You almost done?

Room service!

It's open.

Oh my god.

You friend of Lola's?

Oh sh*t.

Listen. Please. I swear to God

I've never seen this woman before in my life.

My name is Robert Hatch...

- Bob Hatch?

- If you prefer.

You see any flowers

for my wife down there.

What's going on here?

To be honest, I'm not quite sure.

Hey. That's him. That's the guy

you were asking about.

I've never seen this old guy

before in my life.

- He's lying!

- What are you doing in his room with a gun?

- Hey boss!

- What?

It's six thirteen.

God bless it. Give me the envelope.

Don't kill him until I get back.

Suppose we will...

Contest will be just fine...

Step back into your suite.

Come on.

I don't know you

but you don't look that stupid.

House keeping.

Hello?

This is dispatch, I need two uniforms

to room fifteen-seventeen.

Maid reports an immobile Caucasian male.

Possible shooting victim.

Roger that.

Victim with several gun shot wounds

to the chest

Roger.

We have a positive ID on the shooting victim.

Victim identified as Jack McCadden.

- Lola!

- Here, it's yours.

Lola!

What the hell was wrong with

the other fifteen bodies that I showed you?

I just wanted to make sure

it was a good match.

You just couldn't stand the idea of

You not leaving a good looking corpse.

Vatiny's gonna be the death of you, Ray.

Let's hope.

That should cover the cops

and any incidentals?

And then some.

Hey Cam!

Put him somewhere nice.

It's not every day you get to bury yourself.

What are you gonna do with the money?

Assuming the Sultan actually pays what he says?

I don't know.

Five million's a lot of cash,

but I am a river to my people.

Enough warmed over Lawrence of Arabia, Sudhir.

You're from the Boston.

Where I have people.

Goodbye, Jack McCadden.

May I rest in peace?

Here's a new spin.

If one in four men cheats on their wives

Then three in four are faithful

And even more admirable

nine in ten women.

Not bad odds to play.

So no more Jack

no more Alibis, no more worries.

Just the thought of waking up

every morning and hearing...

You are such an a**hole.

Sometimes it helps

if you don't know the whole story.

In business. Not relationships.

I want you to be part of

my new life, not my old one.

So where should we go?

It's up to you.

You said you've already been to the Holy land

I also mentioned not everyone

is working an angle.

Noted.

I think we should try the full

discloser thing, see how it goes.

I'm not sure about Asia. How's London.

Not a good idea, at the moment.

- Caribbean?

- Some minor, unfinished litigation.

- Paris?

- Yes. Actually no.

- Amsterdam? Greenland?

- Come here.

I just realized you are

quite a bit taller than me.

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