To Die For Page #7

Let us take leave

of our brother.

Living in Callfornia,

Florida, somewhere...

Iying around on beaches

where everyone goes topless...

and working on her TV show.

When the love of Christ,

which conquers all things...

destroys even death itself.

All by myself

Don't wanna be

all by myself

Anymore

I just knew.

I don't know why I knew.

I just-- I just knew.

It was like a light just went off

in my head, and I knew she'd--

I knew she just got rid of him.

Just got in her way.

Anyway--

Then I didn't see her again.

That was the last time I saw her.

Suzanne.

I'm sorry.

Could we--

Could we stop for a second?

- What do you want, Liddy?

- Just to talk.

I'm really busy right now.

What do you want to talk about?

- What we're gonna do!

- We?

You and me and Jimmy.

- I'm scared.

- There's nothing to be scared about.

You and I and Jimmy are gonna stay

miles away from each other.

Well, he's here.

Here?

Sh*t! Where?

Across the street.

Jesus Christ!

Get in here.

Get in here quick!

Now you listen to me.

You tell James to stay away, all right?

What is the matter with you people?

Don't you ever watch Mystery Theater?

He says that he needs to see you

and that he's dying of love.

Tell him to call a doctor.

And Russell wants

his money and his CDs.

Really? You tell Russell

if he doesn't keep his mouth shut...

he's gonna be playing his

goddamn CDs in the gas chamber!

What else?

What do you want?

Just to be like before,

like we were.

Lydia, we can't be like we were.

We have to forget

we ever knew each other.

Go on, get outta here.

What about the Tv show

in California and everything?

Jesus, Liddy.

Get real.

God!

- Did you tell her I love her?

- Yes, I did.

She said you were sick

and you needed to see a doctor.

Hello, Suzanne.

How's it goin'?

I'm real unhappy I haven't been able

to give you an exclusive on everything.

- Pardon?

- The competing news markets...

are clamoring for attention, and

I have to consider future possibilities.

- Of course. I understand absolutely.

- Good.

I need to collect my tapes.

With all the publicity,

I've decided to finish my documentary--

- There's gonna be a slight problem.

- Problem?

- The cops took 'em.

- What do you mean?

- They came and took 'em away.

- Why would they do that?

- They said it was standard procedure.

- But those tapes belong to me!

Technically speaking,

those tapes actually belong to us.

I mean, to the station,

until such time--

I'll show you the section that peaked

the cops' interest, you might say.

Today we're talking about

sexually transmitted diseases...

and teenage attitudes

toward them.

Would anyone like

to start it off?

Personally, I'm against them.

Let's see if we can be

more specific.

What do you think of

when I say the word 'AIDS'?

- Queers.

- Perversion.

The Hershey Highway.

Settle down, children.

What about you, Liddy? Supposing

you were in a sexual relationship?

Would you expect that person

to wear a condom?

I don't know.

I guess it would depend on, you know,

what kind of person he was.

Yeah, a blind person.

How about you, James?

Are you personally concerned about AlDS?

Well, in my present situation--

Well, in the relationship I got goin',

I don't worry about that type of thing.

She's not that kind of person.

She's very clean.

That's the piece GerAldo used

with some minor editing.

It was on First Edition

and American Justice.

We made a few bucks on this one,

and got a nice credit.

...in the Holy Spirit,

I want you to bow down...

Arms straight up.

Thank you, Jesus.

Thank you for my life.

Think a llttle bit about Your llfe.

Think about what you can part with.

A dollar? Ten dollars?

A hundred dollars?

How important is Jesus

in your life?

As you can imagine...

I was shocked

beyond comprehension.

I mean, to think that these

disadvantaged youngsters...

who I had taken under my wing

and spent my time with...

and who would only stand to ultimately

benefit from my media savvy...

to think they might be responsible

for this heinous crime!

It simply boggles one

with disbelief.

Of course, I realized,

and I hope this doesn't sound callous...

that the upside to all this,

assuming justice prevailed...

is that I would have in my documentary

an extremely marketable commodity.

Something that even PBS

would take an interest in...

which would mean a smaller audience

but a much larger prestige factor.

- Want to tell us about it?

- I got nothin' to tell.

- Your friend Russell told us plenty.

- Like what?

He said your dick

was bigger than your brain.

Oh, yeah?

He really said that?

I don't think he meant it

as a compliment.

- F***in' amateurs.

- Who?

Listen, as career criminals...

you guys flunk out

of kindergarten.

Your prints are on the gun.

Your pal left a trail of clam shells

all over the murder scene.

You boys did everything

but leave a business card.

There's Larry Maretto's blood

all over those shoes you wore.

And pieces of Larry's brains.

He, he, he used to

beat her up all the time.

- He said he was gonna kill her.

- I'm sure he did.

We were going

to California 'cause...

she said I had real potential

in TV 'cause of my voice.

- Doing what with your voice?

- Sports.

Like being a sports announcer.

When did you start bangin' her?

- It wasn't like that.

- What was it like?

It was just--

We were--

You were what?

In love.

We were in love.

How many times? How many times

did you do it, you and Mrs. Maretto?

I don't know.

- Lots, I guess.

- Where?

In her bed?

ln her and her dead husband's bed?

Yeah, sometimes.

Where else?

In her car.

- In her car.

- Yeah.

And once at school.

Jesus Christ.

At school, huh?

Yeah. In the back of the gym.

And once late at night at the station

where she does her weather reports.

And twice at the motel

on Piedmont.

of Russell's truck.

And the movie theater

on Hayworth.

Oh, a couple times

at her parents' house...

when they were away

on some vacation or something.

And...

also in the field

behind the gas station.

Probably where you get

your doughnuts and coffee.

It's close.

Hi, Liddy.

Is it my imagination,

or is that diet working?

You lost a few pounds in there?

I don't know. I haven't

been eating much lately.

What's this about

talking to the police?

I just figured that Russell

would tell them everything, so--

Look. No one's gonna believe

anything Russell or Jimmy say.

TheY're just a couple of punks.

They wouldn't be in this deep sh*t

if theY'd kept their mouths shut.

There's no evidence that we're involved.

I wasn't near the house.

And if they did find out anything,

you know who'd be in trouble, don't you?

- You would!

- What do you mean?

If you hadn't gotten your mother's gun,

Larry would still be alive.

- But you asked me to.

- No, I didn't.

No. Jimmy did.

Don't you remember that?

But you asked Jimmy,

and you told Russell that you'd pay.

I don't think so.

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote