True Confessions Page #4

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about Rancho Rosa.

Well, we're doing some new surveys, Jack.

And as soon as we're finished,

we'II talk about it, okay?

I see.

His Eminence get the invitation

to my fundraiser at St. Veronica's?

Yes, he did.

-Tell His Eminence I'm counting on him.

-I will.

-Nice to meet you.

-Likewise.

He's a winner, your brother.

And only the winner goes to dinner.

Hey, I Iike that. You hear that, Monsignor?

"Only the winner goes to dinner."

Runs in the family, brains.

I used to work for you.

Oh, yeah? When was that?

While you were running whores,

I was your bagman in Wilshire Vice.

I did the payoffs for Brenda.

I'm sure you remember Brenda.

Of course, that was before

you started doing fundraisers

for St. Veronica's.

I gotta be going.

This brother of yours is a Iittle disturbed.

You better watch out for him.

Any messages for me?

Hey, Tommy.

-Hey, how are you?

-Good.

-Anything for me?

-No.

I want you to check out

all the butcher shops, knife shops

and medical suppliers, all right?

Jesus, Tom.

Sergeant Spellacy.

Could you hold for a minute, please?

-Check out the garages yet?

-Yeah.

Know how many garages

there are in this town?

-Fifteen hundred.

-Right.

Sergeant Spellacy, may I help you?

Yes, ma'am,

we do want to find that girl's killer.

And you are who? Mrs. Finley.

And you're from Culver City now,

but you used to Iive in Guin, AIabama?

Now, I do what? I hard-boil an egg,

and I put it in the victim's right hand.

Right.

Would you please mess up

your own desk, Frank? PIease?

Jeez, I guess I don't have to ask you

how Iunch with the Monsignor went, huh?

Then I close the casket. Right, I got that.

And then in seven days,

the murderer will confess.

I've got that.

Yes, ma'am, it's something you used to do

in Guin, AIabama.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

-You ever read the brassiere ads?

-No.

I read them all the time.

I can pick them out.

I walk down the street, I see a girl,

I see the straps through her blouse

and I know

it's a Latrique Latex Breathe-Easy

with matching garter belt,

$5.95.

That's a good thing to know, Frank.

-You wanna have a drink?

-No, going home.

-AII right. Call me. Goodbye.

-Okay. You bet.

...the werewolfkiller

of the "virgin tramp " continued today

as police of a dozen cities in California

join the desperate manhunt.

The victim, Lois Fazenda,

was revealed by police today

to ha ve been a romance seeker.

Langendorf bread...

Mother of God, pray for us...

...the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with Thee.

Blessed art Thou among women.

And blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Glory be to the Father,

and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning,

is now and ever shall be,

world without end. Amen.

This program is maintained

only by your contributions.

This is your program.

At any sacrifice, it must continue.

This is Monsignor Spellacy

thanking you for your support

and inviting you to be with us daily

as we pray the rosary for peace.

May the blessing of Almighty God,

the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost

descend upon you and remain forever.

Amen.

Amen.

- BIess me, Father, for I have sinned.

- It's been a year since my Iast confession.

Since then I accuse myself

of impure actions.

I curse a Iot. I got a bad temper.

And...

Is that all?

The other day,

I embarrassed my brother in public.

For these and all the sins of my past Iife,

I am heartily sorry.

For your penance,

say ten Hail Marys and ten Our Fathers

and make an act of contrition.

-Go in peace.

-Thank you, Father.

-Is this the only one vice has got?

-Yep.

What'd that guy say?

She'd been an Arab extra

at Warner Bros., huh?

-In Casablanca?

-Right.

-Oh, Jesus.

-My God.

Yeah. Look at that.

You're spilling your coffee.

Her parents claimed the body.

-They're shipping it back to St. Louis.

-Right.

What a waste.

Who is that?

Is... Isn't that...

Isn't that the girl

that gave Father Mickey the great sendoff?

Lorna. Lorna Keane.

I paid to get half-and-half.

I should get half-and-half.

But you only did half.

What do you think I'm doing?

Running a white sale?

-But she was in such a hurry...

-Can I help you, Officer?

Here's your hat. Coat. Come on.

-Okay.

-Let's go. Out.

Hey, out!

- You'd make a good bouncer.

- Thanks.

So. How are you?

Swell. In the pink.

I've got a box at Santa Anita this season.

Listen, Brenda, I'm sorry about before.

I got a Iittle carried away.

Truce?

Sure.

Listen, I wanna talk

to that colored girl, Lorna.

Is she around?

-I got rid of her.

-Why?

I don't Iike having priests

dying in my house.

It's not good for business.

She made a stag film.

I'd Iike to talk to her.

Know where she went?

Maybe she went to New York

on a personal appearance tour.

-Why don't you ask Walter Winchell?

-Come on.

-I want to find out who made this film.

-And I thought this was a social call.

A guy named Standard.

Leland K. Standard.

He uses a Iot of my girls.

Leland K. Standard.

-Lois Fazenda. Did you ever know her?

-No.

-Any of your girls ever talk about a cutter?

-Hard to find a girl that hasn't been cut.

That's part of the risk they take.

Oh, that's swell.

That's just what I want to hear.

A Iot of deep sh*t

about how tough it is being a hooker.

Come on.

AII that time when I was in the joint,

never heard from you.

Not once.

Brenda, what do you expect from me?

Could have sent a card.

I sent you a card.

I sent you a Christmas card.

With Santa CIaus on it.

Right.

AII right.

-Standard.

-That's the guy. That's it.

Right. Let's go.

-What's up?

-It's ahead. Come on!

Open up!

Police officers. LAPD.

-Open up!

-Police department.

Open up. Police department.

Let's go. Right? We'II try it.

Tommy, be careful!

Freeze, you son of a b*tch!

F*** it!

Right.

Here. Here, drink some water. AII right.

Stop crying.

Here, blow your nose, all right?

-You all right?

-I'm fine. He got away with my cuffs.

Jeez.

Put out an APB on that son of a b*tch.

Get some patrol cars

to shake down the area.

-That wasn't Standard.

-Then who the hell was it?

Loan shark. Standard owed him.

-How much, cutie?

-Four thousand, not including the vig.

Here.

That's Standard!

Well, that's swell.

-Then where the hell is he?

-She says he's dead. I'm checking it.

Dead?

What? Yeah.

Auto accident?

A week ago Wednesday.

Son of a b*tch totaled his car.

Brand-new Ford.

DOA, general hospital, 5:14 a.m.

Who are you? What do you do?

Me? I do awful good French.

Do you remember

why you became a priest?

I had a vocation.

That's what we all say, isn't it?

A vocation to Iove God, help the poor,

solace the sick and dying.

Is that it?

Yes.

Well, why are you still coming back to me

for confession after all these years?

-What do you get out of it?

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