The Killer Inside Me Page #3

I won't let you.

They won't catch me, baby.

They won't even suspect me

for it, really.

They'll just think

he got tanked,

like he usually is,

and then you two

got to fighting,

and you both got killed.

- Well, that doesn't

make any sense.

How am I supposed to be dead?

Don't.

I have to travel.

- Baby, you aren't

goin' anywhere.

Understand?

Lou.

Lou.

Hold on.

It's almost over.

Why?

Why?

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

Hold on.

I love you.

Hey.

Hey.

Do you hear me?

Honey, can you hear me?

I'm sorry.

I'm real sorry.

I love you.

Good-bye.

You're gonna be all right.

All right.

Hey, Lou, ol' boy.

You got here before me, huh?

You bring the money?

What's it look like?

Where's Joyce?

Oh, she's in the bedroom.

Why don't you go on back?

Bet she's all stretched out

and waitin' for ya.

- Oh, now you shouldn't

talk like that.

You know I'm about

to be married.

[Chuckles]

Oh!

Honey!

Honey!

Oh, God.

Who did it, Lou?

It was suicide.

That doesn't make any sense.

Oh, sure it does.

You're just too stupid

to see it.

[Gunshots]

I'm real sorry, sweetheart.

But I feel anguish,

and I'm sorry.

I know you were scared.

You seemed awful surprised,

and I'm sorry.

Oh, shoot.

God damn it, Lou.

Oh.

- You tryin' to get killed

for Christ's sakes?

Well, I'm real sorry, sir.

I had to pull in there

with a flat tire,

and then I didn't see you

when l-

Come on, let's go.

We don't have time

to stand around gabbin'.

Well, it's still pretty early.

The hell it is.

It's quarter past 11:00,

and Elmer ain't home yet.

He said he was gonna come back

right away,

and he ain't done it.

Come on, you follow me.

Yeah, but don't tell me

that again.

I know how bad it is.

He's dead,

and that is that.

What I'm interested in now

is her.

Well, do it.

Get on out here

as quick as you can.

I don't want to see her die,

not this way.

I want to see her burn.

Just get that ambulance

out here now.

So, Lou, that's, uh...

That's it?

That's all you got to say?

Well, I told it five times.

I guess the only thing

I left out of it all...

I feel awful sorry.

- Well it's a bit late

for that.

- Tried to handle this

blackmail deal all by myself.

You know, I sure wish

I'd come to you, Bob, with it.

- It's okay, Lou.

- I really do.

I would have, had it been

anybody other than Chester

asking for help.

You know that.

- It's all right.

Don't fret yourself about that.

- Well, I appreciate

your understanding.

Well, get some sleep, partner.

Good night.

Good night, boss.

[Horn honks]

Here's your food.

Thank you, Max.

- Hey, Lou,

I need to ask you something.

It's about Johnnie.

He's taken a job

at Slim Murphy's and, uh...

Well, I hear bad things

about Slim Murphy.

So I was wondering-

- Would you like me

to check up on him?

Yeah, could you?

I'd be happy to.

Thank you.

Appreciate it.

- I was glad to do Max

a good turn.

I knew Amy'd be waiting for me,

and I knew

she'd be mad as hell.

Fathers are funny.

They got ideas of their own.

And the good ones

get in your hair the most.

- Dad thinks he knows best

about everything.

- Slim Murphy hasn't got

a very good reputation.

Now, nobody's proved

that he's been mixed up

in any of these car stripping

jobs, but if I were you-

Yeah, I know, I know.

I won't get in any trouble, Lou.

That sounds like a promise.

I know you won't break

a promise.

- Where have you been?

- I'm sorry, baby.

- Where have you been?

- I'm sorry.

I had a whole lot

of trouble tonight.

I'll bet.

- Well, you want to hear about

it or don't ya?

- I've heard so many

of your lies and excuses,

I may as well hear one more.

All right.

Well, it started about

three months ago.

Bob asked me to check up

on a prostitute.

Yes?

[Cheerful fiddle music]

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How could you be so stupid?

Why did you do that?

- Well, I was doing a favor

for Chester Conway.

He wanted me to help Elmer

get out of a fix.

- Why are you always have to do

people favors?

You never do any for me.

- All right, I shouldn't have

done it.

- You shouldn't have let

that woman in this town

in the first place.

- No, I shouldn't have.

- Mm-mm.

I don't understand.

Hey.

Lou.

Stop that.

Lou, stop that.

What's the matter, huh?

- All this trouble's

just thrown me for a loop.

Forget everything but me.

I want to.

Let me pet you.

You son of a b*tch!

Hey, what-

You dirty, filthy bastard!

You're dirty.

I can tell,

I can smell it on you.

I can smell

you've been screwing her.

What are you saying?

You screwed her.

You've been doing it all along.

Come here.

You don't touch me!

- Amy, listen.

- No.

Lou, stop it.

- Amy, look at me.

Look at me.

It's Lou, honey.

The same Lou you've known

all your life.

Come on, open up.

Are you crazy?

Why would I do that?

You did do it.

I know you did.

Amy, why?

Stop.

- Why would I run the risk

of losing a girl like you

by running around

with some chippy?

Oh.

No use arguing about it.

Just thank my lucky stars

I didn't catch

some terrible disease.

Hey.

Damn it, hey, come here.

Come here.

Now, you can say what you want

about me,

but don't say that the girl

I'm gonna marry

is sleeping with a guy who would

run around with whores.

You don't want to marry me.

Yes, I do.

I just didn't

want to be told when.

I wanted to propose myself...

which is what I'm doing

right now.

[Telephone ringing]

Yeah, hello?

Hey, Lou, it's Bob.

Bob, what's on your mind?

[Horn honks]

Hiya, Lou.

Sorry to bother you.

I hope we didn't

interrupt anything.

You had a date for last night?

That's right.

For what time?

- Well, supposed to be

a little after 10:00,

the time I figured

I'd be finished

with the Conway business.

Who's the girl?

Well, damn it.

Now, that I don't think

is any of your business.

- Howard, you know, you're kind

of a newcomer out this way,

but you ought to know better

than to ask a man

a question like that.

It's my job.

If Ford had himself a date

last night, then, uh...

Well, you know what I mean,

Ford.

Well, no offense, Howard,

but I figured you did

all the jawing you had to do

when I talked

to you a couple hours ago.

You're wrong, brother.

Okay, easy, Howard.

For cryin' out loud.

I know the girl.

I know her folks.

She's one of the nicest

little ladies in town.

I ain't got the slightest doubt

that Lou had a date with her.

- The more

I'm around you people,

the less I understand you.

Come on.

Let's go.

Don't be shy.

Come on.

See that track there, Ford?

You know what caused that?

I reckon so.

A flat tire.

So you admit that.

That's the sort of track

you'd get from a flat tire.

What's this all about, Bob?

You know, I really don't know,

but this is Howard's show,

so you might as well

just answer him.

Well, I already said it once.

You get that track

from a flat tire, yes, sir.

- Come see the track

your tire made.

Here we are.

The tire that made this track

wasn't flat.

- Well, I never said

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