Twilight Page #4

doctors ordered him to stay in hospital.

The nurses advised him to stay,

I pleaded with him to stay, so...

...naturally he's on the way home.

That's not what I meant.

I know what you meant.

- The fact is I...

- Catherine!

The ambulance is here.

Excuse me.

Harry, you wouldn't be falling in love

with my mother, would you?

Poor you.

I'm curious, what man fucks

his dying best friend's wife?

Not a good one.

How long has this been going on

between you and Catherine?

I bet you've been sleeping together

since I've been sick.

One night.

If you had an ounce of decency,

you'd have left this house by now.

Catherine know

you're being blackmailed?

There's precious little

that Catherine doesn't know.

What she doesn't know

she suspects.

I'm the one that never suspects.

I delivered the envelope

to Gloria last night.

She's lovely.

- You ought to meet her.

- Good.

So it's over.

It is over, right?

I kept the money. She's got the

restaurant section of the phone book.

Why, why?

Why didn't you do what I asked?

Because the first time I did

what you asked,

somebody emptied a 9mm automatic

in my direction.

The second time, Gloria...

She brought along a pal.

Jeff, you remember? Mexico.

The guy who ran off with Mel.

Got him thrown in jail in Yuma.

He sandbagged me.

He left you a message:

That was just a down payment.

You've been a busy little beaver,

haven't you?

Playing detective, f***ing my wife.

- What happened to Billy Sullivan?

- Jesus Christ, you're fired, Harry.

No, I'm curious.

How do you fire someone

you never paid?

- I'll find a way.

- OK.

I guess this is goodbye.

Hey, sit down.

I want you to find this guy Jeff

and deal with him.

You owe me.

Harry...

...you haven't said you're sorry.

You haven't been listening.

- Where is he?

- Where's who?

- Where's Jeff?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

I don't give a rat's ass

what you think of me.

This is not about you and me,

it's about your old man.

Harry, you're a cop.

How do you know who to trust?

You don't... not if you're a cop.

You learn who not to trust.

It's a tricky life.

Jeff showed up a couple of weeks ago.

He didn't have a job or money, so I

gave him the keys to the ranch house.

I told him it was just

till he got back on his feet.

It was a pretty dumb thing to do.

Listen, Harry, I'm sorry, OK?

I know I've been a pain in the ass.

I didn't mind. I didn't much like it

when you shot me, though.

The Ameses owned a place

north of the city.

None of them had been there in years.

You'd think they'd forgotten about it,

but how do you forget about a house?

Maybe they hadn't forgotten

or maybe they were trying to forget.

Maybe there was a reason not

to sell the $ 1-million property,

even when you're hard up for cash.

Somebody else had come

to the same conclusion.

Somebody who thought

they could dig up the past,

without knowing where to dig.

Somebody who had a key.

Somebody with no interest

in housekeeping,

but a serious appetite

for barbecued chicken wings.

Somebody not too bright

with a lot of time on his hands,

and the kind of patience you learn

doing time in Yuma, Arizona.

OK, pally.

Ross and Escobar Investigations.

Ross and Escobar?!

Your name should go first, amigo.

But start pulling your weight.

I'm gonna need some back-up.

How soon can you meet at Garvey's?

This time of night? 15 minutes.

Remember the pier and the guy there?

I'll be inside with him.

If we're together, follow us.

If he's alone, follow him.

And, Reuben...

...being back-up means

being there when I need you.

I can't get the sh*t kicked out of me

while you're doing surveillance.

- Can you handle that?

- Why? You think I'm a f***-up?

15 minutes.

- I guess you didn't drown, pally.

- No.

That's good.

I got that envelope home

and guess what?

No money.

- Know how that made me feel?

- Silly.

- Stupid. Incompetent.

- Pissed!

- No kidding?

- Know who else was pissed?

- Mucho.

- You think I'm trouble...

...you don't want to see Gloria mad.

Maybe this would help.

Yeah.

Mind if I take a peek?

I already got a phone book.

That's good. Have a seat, pally.

You know what?

I'm all done being pissed.

You know what? I'm not.

Mama Cass died

choking on a chicken bone, you know?

- Everything OK?

- Too much Tabasco.

Why doesn't this surprise me?

Hi, Mucho!

Pally ought to look for other work

beside blackmail.

- He don't have the knack.

- I don't have the knack?

She's the one whose idea this was.

- You've got a big mouth.

- Ask her why we got Ivar and Ames.

Ask her!

- Where are the Q-tips?

- We don't have any.

I can't find anything in here.

Oh, man!

- I could sue you for this.

- Put some ice on it.

"Put some ice on it"?

That's the best you can do, huh?

Jesus!

Hi, it's me. I'm upstairs.

Listen, could you bring me

some Percodan? Yes, now!

- You sure can pick 'em!

- It's a knack.

Whoa, wait a minute.

Do you know what I went through?

- You got the money?

- Yes.

Where is it?

God, you are so pathetic.

- Tell me, how do you fit into all this?

- I'm his parole officer.

Like you said, we located Ivar.

Found out he had a soft spot

for Wild Turkey.

Once he got talking about the Sullivan

case, he wouldn't shut up.

Said he'd have solved it if they'd given

him a court order and bulldozer.

He figured that the body was buried out

at the Ames's ranch.

That's when I got Mel to let me stay

at the ranch, so I can look for the body.

We didn't need to find

Billy Sullivan's corpse,

we just had to convince Ames

we knew where it was buried.

- I might as well have saved my breath.

- Listen up, you two.

There's $10,000 in this envelope.

I've no interest in seeing you go to jail,

but I'll tell you one thing.

You'll get out of LA and you'll stay out.

Get a move on, we don't have all night.

Listen, do me a favour.

If there's any more trouble,

leave her out of it, right?

I don't understand why

you don't put ice on that nose.

Stop saying that. All right?

You think you'll be nice to me

and I'll forget, but I've a long memory.

Your memory's an inch longer

than your dick!

That's very funny, Gloria.

Take that act to Vegas!

Get down!

Jesus Christ!

I was doing what you said!

You said don't stay up top while

you get the sh*t kicked out of you.

Mucho?

God!

- I'll get an ambulance.

- No. Stay with me.

Stay with me, please.

How is he?

I never learn.

All my life... I pick the losers.

I know better, too.

Jesus Christ.

Sure you wanna be

in this line of work?

Jack, it's me.

What is that house of yours worth?

Well, someone'll have to stand bail

for me tonight.

And Jack?

One other thing,

I am f***ing fed up working for you.

Lieutenant Verna Hollander, please.

I'll wait.

I'm gonna pretend you weren't here

tonight, which is almost true.

Verna?

It's me. Hold on a second.

Hold this for me.

Go home. I'll call you.

Verna, listen...

I got a real mess.

Yeah.

There's two of them.

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