The Ice Harvest Page #4

I know my limit.

You are home,

for Christ's sake, Pete.

Pants, pants, pants.

I got it, I got it,

I got it.

Do you remember

when you used to live here?

Do you remember?

Yeah. I remember.

This used to be your house.

Come on.

I got it, I got it, I got it.

I know the way.

Are you sure?

Buddy, I got it.

All right.

I got it, okay?

Man down.

Man down.

I thought I had it.

But I didn't.

I didn't have it.

Man still down.

Man remains down.

Get some rest, pal.

Stop! Stop it!

Oh, f***!

Oh my God!

Hi, Rusti.

Is Renata inside?

Oh, f***!

Charlie, did you meet Donny?

Ronny.

Yeah. Donny had this giant

crush on me back in high school.

Only I had no idea.

We had two classes together,

chemistry and something else.

We can't remember.

Anyway, so we're talking...

and remembering old times,

and guess what?

We're getting married.

Oh, f***!

Great.

Oh, God!

Listen. Let this night

be a reminder to you...

when you think

about using her...

As a punching bag.

All right?

All right? Don't... All right? Sidney.

Sidney.

All right.

You do hear that siren, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Look, Charlie,

my blood was up, you know?

My mother's always telling me

I need to work on my anger.

Channel my energies

into something more positive.

Makes me

want to slap her silly.

Jesus Christ, Sidney, you

don't hit your mother, do you?

Christ, no.

Charlie, I'm talking about

desires here, that's all.

Urges and sh*t.

Anyway, I gotta go.

Gotta pick up the kids.

We're going to Six Flags

tomorrow.

Good.

Yeah.

Is she back?

Oh, yeah.

She's gonna be pissed at me

'cause I'm leaving early.

That's okay. I got something

for her, to cheer her up.

Damn. You can read the

fine print on the lubricant.

I didn't know you smoked.

I don't.

I guess I thought

you'd be happier. Happy?

I'm f***ing ecstatic.

Can't you tell?

And in return for this,

you want exactly what?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Charlie, I've been hearing

weird things about you all night.

Like what?

Like waiving stage rentals

over at the Tease-O-Rama.

Comping dancers' drinks?

Not like you at all.

And now this.

Oh, my God.

You are leaving town.

Have you and Vic

been dipping into the till?

Steal from Bill?

That would be crazy.

Well, then there's only one

other possible explanation.

You're in love with me.

I've always liked you.

I've noticed.

Tell you what.

What?

Give me 45 minutes to close up,

then meet me at my apartment.

All right.

Okay.

I forgot. Vic called.

Said to tell you that you

were right and he was wrong.

Something about a guy you

thought might be looking for you.

Yeah?

He is.

This was when?

About half an hour ago.

Vic said for you to meet him at

the Velvet Touch as soon as you can.

You sure nothing's going on?

Not a thing.

Don't forget to come back,

okay?

I won't.

Vic.

Harder. Oh, yeah.

Vic, hate to interrupt!

Yeah, baby.

Come on, Vic.

Don't stop.

Almost there.

Keep going. Keep going.

Vic?

F***! Oh, f***.

Mr. Arglist?

Oh, f***!

Ouch, that had to hurt.

Yeah, it sure did.

What were you doing?

I was gonna be sick,

but now I'm okay.

Different car.

Yeah, it's my ex-wife's.

It's a long story.

You don't look too good.

You want me to call somebody

to come get you?

No, no, I'm fine.

I'm headed home anyway.

Okay, Mr. Arglist. You go

home and get some sleep.

And don't forget to put in a good

word for me with Mr. Guerrard.

I will, Officer.

Officer what?

Taylor.

Tyler.

But it's pretty close, though. Yeah.

All right, tell you what.

When you go home...

I don't think I'd come back out

again tonight, if I were you.

No, I probably won't.

Good night to you.

Happy holidays.

Okay. All the best.

Oh, f***.

Hello?

Renata.

Charlie.

Listen.

You were right.

Vic and I have been skimming.

Well, duh.

I think Roy Gelles

must have found out...

and I think

he might have killed Vic.

That's terrible.

So, I was thinking it might

be best if I left town.

I was wondering

if you wanted to come with me.

You have the money?

What?

Which...

The money we're talking about.

That you and Vic

have been skimming.

Try to keep up, okay?

No. Vic had it.

So, your idea is that we should

run away together and be poor?

I thought I'd give it a shot.

Here's the thing, though.

Roy wouldn't have killed Vic unless

Vic told him where the money was...

which means Roy has it now.

Well, why don't you sneak up

behind him...

and hit him over the head

with something and take it?

Me? You want me

to sneak up on Roy Gelles?

Charlie, think of this

as your defining moment.

This is your chance

to be something more.

Like a murderer?

This is your chance

to start over, Charlie.

Our chance,

if that's what you want.

If that's what I want.

Listen, I just gotta

ask you one thing.

What?

I didn't have

a specific question planned.

Nothing, sorry.

Well, then...

Gladys.

Gladys, it's me,

Charlie Arglist.

Gladys, where is Vic?

It's a sweet thought, Charlie.

But she's already dead.

Jesus Christ,

you scared the f*** out of me!

I thought you were dead!

I thought Roy killed you.

Well, he was going to.

But he got sidetracked.

You should have been there.

He actually threatened

to shoot Gladys...

if I didn't tell him

where the money was.

But I think he was counting...

on a level of commitment and

affection between her and me...

that just simply wasn't there.

Where is he now?

Follow me.

You're gonna love this.

Hey, Roy!

You still alive in there?

You didn't asphyxiate yet,

did you?

Hey, Vic.

Come a little closer,

so I can talk to you.

What's that, Roy?

Jesus f***ing Christ!

Damn it, I took his gun.

Guess he must have

another one.

Must have.

Is that you, Arglist?

Hi, Roy.

When I get out of here,

I'm gonna kill you.

You do know that, right?

Roy, you must be

one f***ing optimist...

if you think you're ever

getting out of that trunk.

Let me out, Arglist.

I'm your only hope.

Actually, you just told me you'd

kill me if you got out, Roy.

I didn't mean it.

Sounded like you did.

I was just pissed off.

It's cramped in here

and I'm claustrophobic.

Come on.

Give me a hand.

Wanna go to the trunk?

Already tried it.

Let's go to the back seat.

Ready?

Yeah.

That's one

big motherf***er.

One, two, three!

Oh, God damn.

We're gonna have to

take the door off.

It's not gonna fit. You

want me to get the Mercedes?

Mercedes? What Mercedes?

My ex-wife's. It's a

long story. Don't ask.

There is no way that

this thing is gonna fit...

in a piece-of-sh*t Mercedes

if it don't go in a Lincoln.

No, they're surprisingly

spacious, Vic.

I'm offering you a deal,

Arglist.

Jesus f***ing sh*t.

Give me something.

Don't be an idiot.

God damn it.

F***ing shut up!

Shut the f*** up in there!

You just keep

your f***ing mouth shut, okay?

Piece of f***ing sh*t!

God damn it!

You keep that up, you're

gonna spring the lock.

What the f*** were you thinking?

Why didn't you just shoot him?

And then you could have

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