White Sands Page #4

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I think I'd like 10 percent

of the back end.

$300,000. Is that fair, Bob?

You don't care if it's fair

but it's nice of you to ask.

I like to be completely up-front.

What about you?

Me? I believe in money.

If you can get it, we'll be friends.

Well? Foreplay's over, Lane.

It's time to f***.

I could do one of my little events.

One of you have to help me

make the sales pitch.

I'd love to stay here tonight...

...but unfortunately

I have to go to El Paso.

I'm sure Bob can stay here...

...and take care of things.

Bob?

- Hey, Bob. The keys.

- Oh, yeah.

- No, thank you.

- Thanks.

So who did kill Bob Spenser?

How do you know he was killed?

I only said he was dead.

How did he die then?

Suicide.

You don't have to be straight

with me. It's okay.

But it doesn't

lend itself to intimacy.

We're intimate, aren't we?

The minute you chose to be Spenser

and I went along with it...

...we became intimate.

All right, look.

Maybe this is

a bit of a game to you...

...but if Gorman finds out

you're not Spenser...

Let's just say I want to know

who I'm dealing with.

I'm a guy that Bob Spenser could be,

that could be Bob Spenser.

- Works for everyone.

- You're making fun of me.

No.

In another context...

...I could be stable.

I could be married, raise a kid.

Same guy, different story.

Which is the guy I'm attracted to?

I don't know.

Either way, I should just trust you?

Yeah.

I'm just being honest.

One of us should try it.

Okay, we're being honest here?

Tell me...

...what's between you and Lennox?

It's ancient history.

It's not important.

Trust me.

Coffee?

Yeah. Thanks.

Great.

Lane, I need...

I need to keep our relationship...

...on a business level.

- For right now, or forever?

You don't want to get involved

with me.

We'll do the deal...

...then I disappear.

I've never met anyone like you.

You're honest...

...even when you're lying.

- We have a call in the house.

- Tell them to call back.

Hi there! How are you?

- Great to see you. Super party.

- Thanks.

Take it to the table in front.

- Shall we go?

- Oh, sure.

Hello.

Nice to see you.

Good.

I want to show you something.

It's a letter. Here.

This might give you an idea of what

we're up against.

Here's a pen.

You like horses?

Not especially.

This looks like a good one.

You're right. He is.

We'll ride in the rodeo Friday.

You're not the kind of woman

I'd expect in a rodeo.

I'm not the kind of woman

you'd expect.

Hold that?

Nice.

Antique?

I don't know. Gorman gave it to me.

Could be fake.

How come you knew Spenser

and Lennox didn't?

Spenser found me.

Spenser was a sleazy grifter

who said he had a lot of money.

I set up a meeting with Gorman

to get him off my back.

They deserved each other.

And there's a finder's fee.

Come on, Bob. Look around you.

Do I really need a finder's fee?

No, but 300 grand

from that arms deal...

...could buy you a lot of hay

and Persian rugs.

Lennox and you like this game.

You pull in someone like Spenser...

...maybe scam him, maybe not.

Maybe you guys are scamming me.

You make a pile of money,

come back here...

...and pretend you're interested

in worthy causes.

I give the money from these

deals to those who need it.

- 300,000 can do a lot of good.

- Noble.

- I don't have to justify myself.

- No...

...but it's a fine line

separating you and Lennox.

Sometimes that's all you got.

You want to know about Gorman?

This is the picture:

I was 20.

I believed in good and evil...

...and he was the sexiest man

I'd ever seen.

He was smart and dangerous.

And that was a huge turn-on.

I didn't know any better.

I had a trust fund. I was bored.

One day he came home...

...put a gun to my head

and pulled the trigger.

Just to see my face

when I realized it was empty.

What's he doing in your life?

Gorman's like a virus.

Once you got him, you got him.

And now you've got him.

But you're not bored anymore, are you?

You're chasing your tail here.

It's an open-and-shut case.

Artie stole from the FBI,

and Artie's dead.

So, what happened?

Artie was a burnout.

I should have

got him some professional help.

I guess he just decided to

help himself to bureau funds.

When he discovered you guys

creeping up on him, he killed himself.

Well, okay.

Thanks a lot.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

- Take it easy.

- See you.

Drop what you're doing and

get on this case.

- You may have to go to Denver.

- What about Ray?

- Don't worry about it.

- All right.

Our national anthem!

And we are ready to rumble.

And here's the first rider...

Look out, Jess Frank.

Man, I hope he is okay tonight.

You can laugh at him but you gotta

respect the job they do...

... our clowns and bullfighters.

Give them a round of applause.

A great job they do.

Here in New Mexico...

You'll fall from your chair

before I fall from Blade.

I want to get a good seat.

How about a good-luck kiss?

Thanks.

- See you back here at the truck.

- Yep.

We got a kiss, Blade.

That concludes our bull riding,

and it was great.

Let's give them

a big round of applause.

We'll go from bull riding...

... to the cloverleaf barrel race.

Let's welcome

all these ladies tonight.

All of our barrel racers.

Excuse me.

We're all set for Thursday.

Smokin' in the Rockies,

rockin' in the Smokies.

And here she comes

around the first turn.

And to the final turn...

... it's a dash for cash

down the homestretch.

Let's go to our next barrel racer.

We need to have Mr. Bob Spenser.

Bob, if you're listening...

... please check in...

- I'll be right back.

Let's welcome our next racer.

Here is Sally Price

from Harrison, Arkansas.

Here she comes...

Hi.

- I'm Bob Spenser. You paged me.

- Oh, yes. Miss!

- That girl wanted to talk to you.

- Thank you.

Hi.

You're not who I was looking for.

- Are you Noreen?

- Listen, mister...

You were looking for Spenser

at La Fonda hotel.

- No! Wait!

- Hey, watch it.

Noreen, I just want to talk to you!

Listen to me!

- I can help you.

- You're not FBI?

No!

- You're not FBI?

- No!

Okay, but we gotta

go someplace safe.

I have a white Volkswagen.

- They followed me.

- Who?

The feds. They want their money.

They know where the money is.

They said if I found Bob for them,

they would let me off.

I came here because Bob

loves the rodeo.

- Bobby's dead.

- Oh, Jesus.

You sure they were feds? FBI?

I told him it wouldn't work,

to just give the money back.

What wasn't gonna work?

Ten days ago,

his friend shows up...

...says he has a plan to get

the FBI off us.

That way we could stay together

and still keep the money.

What was his name?

It wasn't Bobby's idea

to take the money from the bureau.

He just wanted to stay with me.

- What was the friend's name?

- I don't know!

I have a picture of the three of us.

Maybe it's in my car.

Ray. Hey, Ray!

FBI. Internal Affairs.

We just want to

ask you some questions.

Let's take a ride.

Hey! What the hell?

- Give me the keys.

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