Tony Rome Page #9

if Rudy were killed

and I'd inherit everything.

Here.

Wipe your face.

I'll take you home.

Diana can put you to bed.

She's probably still at Dr. Boyd's.

- Dr. Boyd?

- Her stepfather.

Why a doctor?

Well, he really isn't.

He used to be

until they took away his license.

Now, why would they do

a thing like that?

They caught him

doing abortions.

Tell me something.

You think Nimmo might know Dr. Boyd?

- No.

- You think he might know of him?

Well, he might.

Before he was through,

Nimmo knew everything about us.

Oh, Mr. Rome,

you have to find Nimmo.

I don't know how,

but you've got to stop him.

Uh-huh.

If somebody hasn't

already done it for me.

- I'm sorry.

- Why?

Really, I am.

You shouldn't have gotten

mixed up with a family like ours.

This is not a family. Just a bunch

of people living at the same address.

I told you he'd

wind up dying anyway.

But no. You try to pull him through

just to prove you're still a hotshot doctor.

Why bother

to bury him, boys?

Cops will only dig him up...

print him and prove

that he's Joe Furman, alias Nimmo.

Put your palms down on the box.

You too.

I never heard

of Nimmo.

You're leanin' on him, buddy.

He's the guy Turpin shot in my office,

and then you got Turpin.

Yeah, the way I heard it,

it was a hunting accident.

That's funny.

Put that gun away.

You're being ridiculous.

Maybe so,

but the gun ain't.

He brought Nimmo over here

to you for repairs.

That's when you found

the marriage license on him.

And you realized that Rita wasn't

legally married to Kosterman.

It would make Diana

the only heiress.

Obviously, she'd take care

of her mother and you in fine style.

And then he hired you to make Rita

a widow twice in one week.

I'd have to be insane.

That's one way to plead.

The marriage certificate,

please.

Aah!

Finally found use

for your foot, didn't you?

- You won't get far. They'll box you in for Turpin.

- I doubt it.

The crime lab will prove

the bullet came from your gun.

What gun? There's 10 billion gallons

of water in Biscayne Bay.

If the crime lab

can find that gun...

I'll sit in the chair

and pull the switch myself.

They'll top you for the attempt on

Kosterman. Witnesses, you remember?

Maybe. But the most they'll get

is a reduced one to five...

for assault with a deadly weapon...

if they catch me.

I called downtown.

They're on their way.

You kill me,

you'll take the full count.

Why should I kill you?

Nobody's paying me to.

Help.! Help.!

My back.! Help me.!

You're such a hotshot doctor,

why don't you fix yourself?

Say, ain't this yours?

Why don't you put that thing away

and lend me a smoke.

That makes sense.

You wouldn't get from here

to the end of your thumb.

- I'm not worried.

- Why not?

I know the rules

of evidence.

When you've been arrested as many times

as me, it's the same as going to law school.

Catleg.

Brief him on his rights

and arrest him.

You have the right to keep silent.

The Constitution...

The Constitution informs you

of these rights.

You need not talk to me

unless you wish to do so.

You don't have to

answer any questions.

Help me.!

Hey, get an ambulance for this guy,

whoever he is.

He's the dirty doctor

you were looking for.

Nimmo?

And call the morgue.

Tell 'em we got a buyer.

Did you find out why Turpin, Catleg

and Nimmo started shooting in your office?

I don't think

they liked each other.

- Thanks for everything.

- Okay.

Wait a minute.

Here's the bonus I promised you.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Kosterman.

I deserve it.

- Come on.

- See ya.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, sir.

Nice to see you

up and around.

Malcolm.

Malcolm.!

Malcolm.

- Hey, there. Welcome aboard.

- Thank you.

Here. Sit right there,

right against those pillows.

Make you comfortable.

Now, let's put those right up there.

That's it.

Vodka for you.

And gin for me.

Now we'll drink these.

I'll make a few more.

And then we'll shove off

for the Dry Tortugas.

The tarpon are runnin'.

That is, if we ever get to do any fishing.

Sounds great.

But I'll have to cancel out.

My husband flew down last night,

and we agreed to patch things up.

We're gonna go to Nassau.

He bought me a nightgown and said

we're gonna have a second honeymoon.

Poor joker.

I don't even remember the first one.

I know it sounds silly after all the things

I've said, but it's just as well.

The next one

might have been fat.

And you?

You'd be a bad risk.

You'd get shot

or lose me in a poker game.

Smart move.

If you ever see Tony Rome...

give him my love.

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