Twilight Page #2

Cross... to bear?

- You think I?

- That's all for tonight.

If we have any more questions,

we certainly know where to find you.

Right, Captain?

Sure thing, Lieutenant.

- What's going on?

- Nothing's going on.

- Hey!

- What?

We worked together, remember?

Partners, among other things.

- Harry, cut it out!

- My ass!

Nobody thinks you killed Lester.

- That never stopped you before!

- We cut you some slack this time.

A little slack?

My goddamned licence

expired a year ago.

All right!

Everybody knows

what happened in Mexico.

- I took a bullet.

- Harry, please!

Lieutenant! Can I have a word?

Be right there!

Harry... I'm really sorry

about everything.

And...

...just know I'll always

be there for you.

- Back when I was still a cop...

- Hey, Hotshot!

...my one ambition was

to get into fair Verna's knickers.

Being unable to do so

was a professional disappointment

that drove me

into the private sector.

People told me

you were more fortunate.

You must be confused, Raymond.

Lord, I do hate a modest man.

Care for a drink?

- I could use a cup of coffee.

- If we have to.

Jack Ames said look after me?

The cops wanted to verify

your address,

and Jack wanted to make sure

they hadn't electrocuted you yet.

I appreciate his confidence.

- Milk? Sugar?

- No, not for me.

You... want some thinner?

No, thanks.

Back when I was in security

at the studio,

it was a full-time job

keeping Jack Ames outta trouble.

No, no. Doctor's orders.

I don't know any actress

he missed boinking.

You know they all loved him,

even after he dumped them?

I mean, the man had the gift.

The husbands took a dimmer view.

- Well, they would!

- Especially Catherine's.

Billy Sullivan. Hurt him so bad, he

swam out to sea and never swam back.

He also lost a bundle of money

gambling about the same time.

Lose a woman like Catherine

and a lot of money in the same week...

...you can feel sorry for yourself.

Yeah, I can see how you might.

Never having had either!

I used to think Jack was

the luckiest man I'd ever run across.

Looks like he's run outta luck,

though.

Cancer's what I heard.

Yeah... looks like we all run

outta luck in the end.

Your prostate started acting up?

Not yet.

Something to look forward to.

I better get on my horse.

This is late for me.

Sad, ain't it?

Tell Verna if she's got the urge

to hump an old man,

I'm in the book...

...under 'Hump'!

...under 'Hump'!

The very thought of you

And I forget to do

The little ordinary things

That everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream...

All alone?

I have my thoughts.

Piss-poor company, though.

This way, it don't count.

Harry, you're a pal.

- Kind of hoping to talk to Jack.

- And I thought it was my company.

Jack took a sedative and

went to sleep, he was terribly upset.

I had an idea that maybe

you might know what happened.

Right, that's why people hire you,

'cause you're mute!

Where's Mel?

She came home for 20 minutes,

then went on a night shoot for a film.

She asked me

a very interesting question.

She wanted to know why

the hell you're still living here.

What did you tell her?

I was mute.

- Heard of a guy named Lester Ivar?

- No.

- Somebody killed him today.

- Sorry. Was he a friend?

No.

- Never heard of him, huh?

- No.

You're lying.

You were at Lester Ivar's apartment

this afternoon.

- Find what you were looking for?

- What are you talking about?

What's that perfume you wear?

The reason I ask...

...it was still in the air

when I got there.

A lot of women wear Bal Versailles.

It smells different on them.

I've noticed how familiar you've

become with everything in this house.

Know what I think?

I think you're right.

I piss you off, and you're off

in the time it takes to pack one bag!

My husband would need

a couple of vans, an army of movers,

and it'd still take him two weeks!

Got a light?

Thanks.

- The thing is, we're broke...

- No! I'm broke.

You and Jack are overextended.

I'll explain the difference sometime.

The thing is, we're broke.

And my husband's dying.

And I thought that I could...

...gut it out, you know,

hold everything together the way...

...so there'd be enough time...

...so that he could die in peace,

but that doesn't seem like it'll happen.

God... damn f***ing thing!

Goddamn f***ing...

- Here, let me...

- No!

OK, go. I don't know why

you've stuck around so long anyway.

You don't?

Don't forget your lighter.

I remember

the first morning I met you.

I opened the door,

and there you stood in a...

...blue shirt with a frayed collar.

Whoever cut your hair

forgot about this part right there!

I bet you don't even remember.

Well...

In the first place, it was afternoon,

and the maid answered the door.

You and Jack were having lunch,

he gave me a picture of Mel.

And I don't... even think

you said hello.

Now you'll say

you don't own any blue shirts?

No, I got a bunch of those.

I know. I remember.

Harry! Harry! I can't breathe!

I can't find Catherine. Help me!

Jack! Jack!

Jack! Jack!

Jack... Jack...

Live, you son-of-a-b*tch.

- Cath... I tried to call you.

- I know.

- Don't talk.

- Here's the tank.

Get out, Harry. Just get out! Go!

Cath, how could you?

How f***ing could you?

- Watch the walls, guys.

- OK.

Don't let it bump on the stairs.

Daddy!

Call Dr Hayes and say

we're on our way to Cedars.

- What happened?

- Mel, you're in the way.

Hello.

- Mr Ames?

- He's not here right now.

- When do you expect him?

- I can't say.

This... wouldn't be Gloria Lamar?

I ask because Mr Ames asked me

to give her a package.

- That would make you Ross.

- Right.

Mr Ames is anxious that

Miss Lamar gets this envelope.

Is there some place we can meet?

- You know the Santa Monica pier?

- Yep.

One hour from now,

at the water pistol range.

How will I know you?

Blonde, big, mucho hair, mucho tits!

I can't wait.

- A buck, huh?

- Yeah. Wanna try?

- Your name wouldn't be Ross?

- Right, first guess.

A woman called earlier.

Said she'd be waiting under the pier.

F***! Sh*t! Piss!

Look at that! A $40 pair of shoes ruined.

No good deed goes

un-f***ing-punished.

That's what I get for...

You Ross?

Hiya, Mucho.

You better have an envelope for me,

'cause I got sand in my panty hose!

Hold it, I went

to your place on Palmetto Street,

and I find a guy

with a bunch of bullets in his chest.

Hey, it's a violent world.

Don't believe me? Watch TV.

But I gotta explain that to Mr Ames.

I prefer to know what's going on.

I'd prefer to have met

Mr Ames in person.

I'd prefer to be a natural blonde,

let's not go on about what we'd prefer.

If Mr Ames wants me out of his life,

I get the package.

No package

till you tell me about Lester Ivar.

- That wasn't part of the deal.

- This is a new deal.

Fine. Have it your way.

Here.

Hold my shoe. Then there's something

you ought to see.

I like the old deal bett...

Ow! That hurt.

Like I said, no good deed

goes unpunished.

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