Dead Again Page #2

It sure is nice to be with someone

you don't feel you have|to yak to all the time.

Smile, sweetheart. That's a girl!

You're really just going to|dump her off at County?

- Why don't you take her home?|- She's not a stray dog, Pete.

Besides, you never|bring women back to your place.

They might mess with your stuff.|"Oh, my stuff! "

At least you won't forget her name.|She's already forgotten it for you.

Count to 30, take her out|of the fixer, put her in the water.

I'll be writing the caption.|Let's start.

- Thank you so much.|- You're in good hands, sweetheart.

Mikey's a pro. He can find anything.

Same thing happened to me once.|Two years ago.

This mailman in Lawndale freaked out,|chopped up his family with a trimmer.

Then either cos he heard a voice|or maybe he felt bad,

- He cut off his own arms.|- Pete.

- Had to dial 91 1 with his nose.|- Pete!

- What?|- I know there's a point to this.

It's coming! I was the first shooter|to show up at the scene.

I take one look, I pass out.|I passed out cold.

I come to, I had no idea who I was.|I didn't even know my own family.

It was the scariest thing|that ever happened to me.

Then one morning I wake up

and my little girl is|standing beside the bed.

And she looks at me and says,|"I love you."

I just looked at her|and in about two seconds

my whole life came back to me.

So, you hang in there, sweetheart.

Sooner or later, it'll all come back.|Scout's honour.

I got to get her to the hospital.

I got this thing to write.

- Thank you.|- Sure.

My name and number|are going to be in the paper,

so when somebody sees your picture,|I'll come get you.

We're talking one night|at the most here.

That's my f***ing cookie, b*tch!|That's my cookie!

Give it to me! Give it to me!

- It's not my problem!|- Take her to the hospital.

- I took her. It was terrible.|- We cannot deal with her.

I'm sure you'll find this place|almost as nice as County Hospital.

My goodness!|The maid hasn't been.

I'm sure you won't be stuck here|too long.

This place was spotless|when I left it a year ago.

Somebody's going to see|your picture in the paper and

they'll come find you|and you'll know what your name is.

It's OK.|Can I get rid of this for you?

Relieve you of hospital life.|Are you faint?

You're hungry, right?|You haven't eaten all day.

If you get hungry,|the fridge is there.

Trudy, it's 10:
00, for Christ's sake!|Will you shut up?

We're friends. Music, I love it.|But her music? No.

The bedroom's in here.

The bathroom's here.|The closet's there.

There's a sweatshirt|in the bottom drawer,

in case you want|something to sleep in,

and some old clothes|if you want to change in the morning.

Help yourself.

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