True Confessions Page #7

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I suppose you told him I was a warm,

personal friend of Miss Fazenda's?

No, I didn't put it exactly Iike that.

Oh, you didn't put it exactly Iike that.

Of course not.

-Jack thinks your brother's crazy.

-Well, he very well might be right.

Des, I'm 57 years old.

Yes, you're 57 years old.

You're worried about

your picture in the paper

when they take you for questioning.

Just remember something, Monsignor.

You were there the day we met her.

Yes, we met her. You f***ed her.

You know, she really got

around the archdiocese,

your pal with the tattoo.

The Iawyer, right?

Catholic Layman Of The Year?

She comes home from the track

with the Monsignor himself.

There's going to be an awful Iot of

red faces if this policeman does his duty.

That wasn't the only reason

I came to talk to you.

Sure, Des.

I'm sorry you don't understand that.

Well, whatever you say.

I just wanted...

I wanted to also talk.

-Why is that?

-Because you're my brother.

If I can't talk to you, I can't talk to anyone.

Okay.

Something's gotta change in my Iife.

I'm... I'm not...

I'm tired of fixing things. I'm tired of

getting involved with...

You wanna eat something? A piece of pie?

No, I don't want anything, thanks.

Watch your heads!

Come on, girls. Let's go!

It was just a way of making a buck,

that movie.

That's all it was.

I never even saw it.

What about her?

I never even saw her before that movie.

And I never saw her since.

AII I remember is that tattoo.

She said she got it

from some guy down in Long Beach.

Didn't cost her nothing, just a piece of ass.

Boy, did Standard Iike that tattoo!

He was a freak, Standard.

He belonged in a zoo.

Where was his zoo?

Out in EI Segundo.

An old army barracks.

Looks Iike a goddamn freak show

out there.

AII right, Iook at this.

That's Standard.

-AII right.

-When did he die?

Compared to when she died.

It's the night before.

-He had 1 1 hours to kill her.

-Son of a b*tch.

He killed her, dumped her at the Iot,

then he totals the Ford.

Son of a b*tch.

Sergeant Spellacy, Homicide.

Where are you?

Right. I'II be right there.

-What happened?

-Gas. She just turned it on.

She had enough gas in her room

to blow up half of East LA.

It's over here.

Eighty-four.

That's it.

One of the girls said the Iast person

she called was Jack Amsterdam.

I don't know what she wanted,

but I'd say she didn't get it.

Let's get him, Frank.

She's a suicide.

Then we'II get him

for the Fazenda girl.

You know Standard killed her.

You just came back from the barracks!

You know Jack didn't do it.

Well, then, his Iawyer will get him off,

won't he?

You can't do it.

-I can.

-No, you can't do it.

You're just trying to settle up an old score.

What about your brother? It's his ass too.

What are you trying to prove,

that he's just Iike you?

He is. He's your brother.

Are you all right?

Cut the crap. I don't have all day.

It's been 20 years

since my Iast confession.

I had a Iot of things to do.

You're not gonna say anything?

The way it goes,

you're supposed to tell me.

Yeah.

Well...

I'm a married man, but I gotta admit,

I knew a few girls in my time.

Nothing else?

-I got into arguments with some guys.

-How do you define "arguments"?

Who the hell are you

to ask all these questions?

I'm your confessor.

You're my confessor in here, but

you wheel and deal out there, is that it?

-You're in here now.

-Yeah, I know.

-Is that all?

-Yeah. Yeah, that's all.

-Are you sorry for your sins?

-Sure, I'm sorry for my sins.

For your penance...

-I know, I know.

-...pray a rosary and make...

I don't know why you did that to me.

I thought we were friends.

Now, you did that Rancho Rosa deal,

and then you paid me off

with that green sash.

And another thing, about your brother...

Amen.

Go in peace.

Open that screen! Open it up!

You keep him off my f***ing back.

He's trying to drop that whore on me.

I can't help it if he was on the take,

your brother.

Nobody twisted his arm.

You tell him if he grabs me, it's your ass

gonna be in the sling, not mine.

I'm clean. Not his. Yours.

You're a priest. A priest!

And you knew that whore,

and you never told anyone.

Now, you ask your brother

how that's gonna Iook in the newspapers.

Who absolves you, huh?

Who absolves you?

I got a family.

There's a scholarship named after me.

I met the Pope, for Christ sakes.

You understand, you hypocrite?

What are you doing giving absolution

to that mick pimp?

I want to know that.

Why?

-Do you want me to hear your confession?

-I've got nothing to tell.

Oh, yeah, all right. Okay. AII right.

I wanted to say that your pal, Jack,

is kind of in the sh*t,

is the reason I'm here.

We're gonna pick him up.

I don't wanna embarrass you

or the Cardinal.

He's in a state of grace,

and I'II Iet him enjoy it. AII right?

I thought you'd want to be prepared.

You saw his picture in the paper.

I don't wanna do anything

behind your back.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you very much.

This is for the Fazenda girl?

-Yes.

-So he...

Passed her around

Iike a piece of Christmas candy

while you were out playing golf.

-Listen...

-Did he do it?

-Catholic Layman Of The Year.

-Did he do it, Tommy?

-Highest honors bestowed on that...

-Tommy, did he do it?

I don't care whether he killed her!

I don't give a sh*t!

I just don't care!

That's it.

And I don't care

whether you go down with him or not.

Neither do I.

Neither do I.

Will you continue as

Chancellor of the archdiocese?

Give us a break, fellows. Give us a break.

Have you spoken to the Cardinal...

Hey, step away!

You can tell me why the Cardinal

refused to make any comment?

What are your plans

for the future?

I'm gonna die, Tommy.

The arteries to the pump are shot.

Sit down.

Yeah.

It's all right. I'm ready.

As they say, my bags are packed.

How...

I'II sing...

I'II...

I'II sing an Irish song at your funeral.

With my voice...

I'II wake you up again.

It's okay.

It must have been hard, Des. I mean...

No, it wasn't.

I never had a great gift for Ioving God,

and Seamus told me that

that was not a drawback

as Iong as I could make myself useful.

He taught me the meaning

of being a priest.

And there's a kind of peace in that.

It's my fault, Des, all of it. Every bit of it.

I'm sorry.

No, Tommy.

You were my salvation, actually.

You made me remember things

that I had forgotten.

I thought I was someone who I wasn't.

I saved a plot over there.

I hope when the time comes that...

Out here?

In the middle of all this goddamn sand?

I don't know. I don't know.

I tell you.

But I guess it's...

I guess one place

is about as good as another.

This is it.

This is it?

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