Twilight Page #6

of the beautiful people?

The Jacks and the Catherines

can do as they please,

'cause it's guys like you and me

who clean up after them.

Jack Ames couldn't get blood

out of a sock with a washing machine!

Me? I can get blood out of a sock.

That's what I do.

I clean up messes

and I get paid for it.

You imagine you're different, Harry,

but you're the same as me.

You think it was Catherine

who seduced you. It was both of them.

It was the whole package.

I know.

I was the same way.

Let's face it,

there's them and there's us.

Right now, the thing for us

to do is go fishing.

I'd like to, Raymond, but...

Know how many times

I didn't kill you the past couple of days?

OK...

...I'll wait till I get into town

before I call Verna.

- Make a run for it, if you want to.

- I can't do that, not at my age!

Besides, for what it's worth,

you were right.

I couldn't give up this place.

Not then... not now.

Well... sh*t!

I know. It's a b*tch, isn't it?

- Good luck, Hotshot.

- Good luck to you.

You know, I can see

your reflection in the glass.

Funny, the things you don't think

about when you're buying a house.

Thank God. I hate playing solitaire,

I can't stop cheating.

One hand for everything that we own.

- Do I have anything you want?

- Yeah, your health.

Deal them, for Christ's sake,

before you wear the spots off.

I had to shoot Raymond Hope tonight.

Dead?

Dead.

It turns out he killed Billy Sullivan.

So you can rest easy about Catherine.

I've always rested easy

about Catherine.

If she had murdered him,

it wouldn't matter to you, would it?

No.

Is that the difference between us?

Right, wrong, truth...

mean nothing to you?

Tonight my daughter told me

she loves me. Think that's true?

- I'm sure of it.

- My wife says she loves me.

Is that true?

Yes.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

Me, too.

And you...

You say you're my friend.

Is that the truth?

That's the truth.

I'm satisfied.

Enough truth.

You prick, you!

You've got gin, haven't you?

F*** you.

- Just me, not the horse I rode in on?

- Him, too.

- Let me give you a hand.

- I got it.

You know, Harry...

you don't have to leave.

Yeah, I do.

I do.

Do you mind hitting 'play'

on the way out?

Who's that handsome devil?

Drop by any time you feel like it.

I mean it.

I'm feeling a lot better.

I may just beat this thing yet.

That's it?

That's it.

OK.

All right, that'll conclude

the interview, October 20th 1997,

0600 hours.

But that's not quite it, is it, Harry?

No, not quite.

After my daughter died,

I started hitting the sauce

pretty bad.

And it became obvious my wife

and I weren't gonna make it.

It was Raymond who took me in,

let me sleep on his couch.

You could always count on Raymond.

While I was talking to Jack,

you told him about Lester Ivar.

- You had him kill Willis and Gloria.

- I never asked him to kill anybody.

Yeah, but you knew he would.

Tell me, does it bother you...

...that all those people

would be alive if it weren't for you?

My husband is still alive.

That pleases me.

I don't really think I'm to blame

for anything you've done.

Harry!

Still love me?

Love you, too.

So Catherine Ames

gets away with it?

Not really.

Oh, somebody ought

to get away with something.

You wanna buy me a cup of coffee?

Oh, yeah.

So how about the Captain?

Any fallout?

Let's just say I'm not expecting

a promotion any time soon.

F*** it, it's only a career!

- No discipline?

- No.

I got some vacation time coming and

it was strongly suggested I take it.

Hey...

...I've been thinking

about going away myself.

I remember Catalina.

That was... nice.

How about a return engagement?

Maybe.

Verna, I never knew you cared.

- Just checking.

- That's fair.

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