White of the Eye Page #5

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'It's a dirt road up there, and after

rain it gets pretty damn soft. '

'Pretty damn soft, huh? I'll say. '

There's all kinds of dirt, Paul.

We're real good at analyzing dirt.

What did you say you use this for?

I didn't say, but I don't use that.

It's not insulated.

'OK, let's take it

again from the top,

'and this time you can

leave out the sunsets. '

'The sunsets... '

I'm not saying that he's

not telling the truth,

just that his account of his

movements just don't quite add up.

Of course he's not

telling the truth.

He's lying his goddamn

ass off, can't you tell?

I suppose he told you

about his flat tyre?

Well, let me tell you something.

It ain't easy to ruin a

tyre that cost $110.

I bet he told you a lot of sh*t

about where he got that flat tyre.

Looking at the f***ing

sunset or something.

He's looked at a lot of

goddamn sunsets lately.

Good old boy.

I guess he didn't tell you

where he got that flat tyre.

In front of the local slut's house.

I mean in back of whatever,

a certain married lady, and then it was

me who let the air out of his tyre?

You son of a b*tch! You think

I'm a f***ing dumb housewife?

Well, I'm not!

Cos I got you down, a**hole!

I know your act.

You know...

Maybe he's protecting his

goddamn rich girlfriend.

Her and her money. Women like her.

You whore.

Whoring your body.

I bet you just roll over

on your back like a dog

with your big dick sticking up

in the air, don't you, Paul?

Cos they love that!

Of course now you're gonna try and

tell me you're protecting me.

Because you love me. You a**hole!

You think I care what people think?

I'm from the f***ing city, I don't

give a sh*t about small-town talk!

I'm ready to tell the whole

f***ing world, you shitheads.

'Excuse me, ma'am,

we've run out of tape. '

- Shitheads! Got it?

- 'Thank you. '

Let's just bring this down to a

logical conclusion, all right?

With your permission, Harry.

According to Mrs White...

er... her husband around the hours

of 5:
00 to 6:30pm or thereabouts

was involved in sexual congress with

another party, this third party...

Anne Mason!

M-A-S-O-N. Wife of Vern. In cement.

Global Concrete and Trailer

Parks Incorporated,

and hopes to be president of the

Chamber of Commerce next year.

Ha ha.

I'm gonna visit Anne Mason.

You don't mind waiting, I hope?

No, it's OK, Harold.

This may be your pile of sh*t,

but I sure got sunk

knee-deep in it, didn't I?

Sure did!

Screwing people's wives in a small town

is the seventh deadly sin all right.

Good thing your grand-pappy

ain't around to witness this.

In there!

You want a sandwich?

No thanks, Harold.

Want some soup, Mom?

I'm never gonna let you go.

You know that?

What about him?

Forget about him.

I'm the one now.

Listen, Paul. What can I say?

During an investigation like

this you turn over rocks.

A lot of skeletons crawl out

of the closet. You know?

You don't really give a

damn, do you, Charles?

A lot of guys would be

happy to have an alibi.

Anne Mason left an hour ago to

join her husband in Palm Beach.

Tough titty, huh?

I'm not surprised. It's gonna take about

a week to get Vern ready for this one.

Yeah, well, the caretaker said he don't

know which hotel she's staying at,

but they're due back on Monday.

I er... I tried to keep

the lady out of this.

I hope you understand, Charles.

C'est la vie!

Let's just hope her memory is in

better shape than her marriage.

OK, Charlie, enough said.

I'm gonna send Paul on home here.

No sense him staying here all day.

Course not. As long as you

don't skip town, too.

We'll just wait for Monday

and see what Monday brings.

Truth and revelation!

Maybe.

Paul, listen, I wonder if I could

have ten more minutes of your time

before you skedaddle out of

here... as a favour to me.

Sure.

This is gonna be bad, isn't it?

Oh my God!

If a guy ever earned himself

an alibi on Monday,

it's you, Paul.

I can't believe you done that, man!

Yeah, you do.

No, I can't.

It's OK.

How about it?

Know what I'm gonna do?

I'm going to attempt to

defrost a couple of pizzas.

Now, what do you want... pepperoni

or the gooey one with the saus...

Never mind, I know you want the

gooey one with the sausage.

That's what you like... you always

want it. Now, wait right here, OK?

- Give me a half hour and I'll be up.

- OK.

By the way, I got you a present.

It's right over there.

Wait right here, OK?

Better save some of that for Mom.

You know, Shasta's gonna have

to sleep outside tonight.

Shasta's in the dog house?

Yeah, I guess you

could call it that.

Here we go now. Here we go.

Ne-ne-ne-ne-ne...

Mmm, boy...

- Hello?

- 'Caryanne?'

Oh, hi!

- Listen, I have a marital problem.

- 'Oh, yeah. '

Honey, I heard.

Ain't that something?

I was just gonna call you.

Do you think you could come

by tonight and get Danielle?

Er...

Well, er... honey,

I'd love to, but...

we're gonna see "Gone With

The Wind" at the drive-in.

I've never seen it.

Can you believe that?

Erm...

I tell you, how about if I come by in

the morning and get her first thing?

Caryanne, couldn't you just

come by after and get her?

Honey, you never know what's

gonna happen after the movies.

Caryanne, you've got to promise

that you'll call me...

Caryanne, you have to promise me

you're gonna call me after the movie.

I promise.

- 'Promise. '

- OK?

'OK. '

I tucked Danielle in bed.

Wow, you look beautiful.

Paul, I er... I found

something in the bathroom.

Oh yeah? What?

Behind the tub in there...

Oh, that.

Yeah, I was gonna talk to

you about that. Erm...

I hid it in there, you know,

I didn't want Danielle getting

into a lot of chemicals and stuff.

You can't hide anything

in this house, can you?

Paul, I don't understand.

You've got to explain to me.

Look, I know we're not supposed

to keep secrets from each other.

I knew you'd find out, Joanie.

You always do.

It's like that Anne Mason thing.

God, I felt so bad about that.

I swear to you, I didn't

go near her that night.

Oh, don't cry, baby.

Please.

Please don't cry.

As a matter of fact...

I went up there, and...

and decided I was gonna

put her out of her misery.

That's what I call it.

That's what she's in,

that's what they're all in.

Misery. Sheer misery.

But I changed my mind.

I went next door, and

I used that other girl.

What's her name, er...?

What's her name, what's her name...

It doesn't make any difference,

it's the same thing whether

it's her or somebody else.

The same exact thing,

there's no difference.

You mean you couldn't

stop yourself?

Stop myself?

God...

No, I didn't ask to be the one.

I couldn't believe it. It's like...

It's like somebody else is

doing it and I'm watching.

And I'm... and I'm going crazy,

I'm going insane...

this is insanity!

So, what I had to do

was I had to look my predicament

right straight in the eye,

and it said, "Paul

White, you are the one."

"You can't run any longer."

It wasn't my choice,

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