Miami Blues Page #3

That was a short engagement.

Hey, you know, | you still haven't told me...

what it is you do.

Oh, I got investments.

I take people's money | and put it to work.

You got any?

I got a $10,000 CD...

and I take | the interest from that...

and I put it | into a N.O.W. account.

Jesus Christ.

That's the biggest | frigging racket going.

I want you | to march straight down...

to the bank first thing | in the morning...

and cash in both | of those things.

I can't let my fiancee | get ripped-off...

when I can | double your money.

-Double? | -Yeah.

How 'bout that poem | we were gonna write?

We make love a lot.

We make love right now.

No. It's seven | in the second line.

Seven in the second line?

Splashes around | in his pond...

Could you | close the door, please?

Thinking he's...

alone.

Breaking, entering...

the dark | and Ionely place...places.

Finding a...big gun.

Smelling like a rose.

Any luck?

I wrote 2. Heh.

Maybe I'll get extra credit.

Hey, where did you | get these?

Dumb question.

-Are you a nosy rosy? | -Mm-mmm.

What the hell | was that, man?

The doorbell.

Talk about dumb questions.

Susan Waggoner?

Can I come in?

I bet you're | Herman Gotlieb.

How much?

Sergeant Hoke Moseley.

Homicide.

Herman Gotlieb.

I'd like to ask you | a few questions. Routine.

Boy, you got | a grip there, Herman.

Been working out?

Can I get you | a cold one there, Sarge?

Well, why not?

Two Polars, honey.

You down at the airport | today, Herman?

Yeah, I was.

Somebody broke | the finger off

a Hare Krishna...

and the son | of a b*tch died.

No sh*t?

No sh*t.

I didn't do it.

Oh, no, no, no.

We're just looking | for someone...

who might have seen | anything.

I'm curious, uh...

you own | a suede sport coat?

Yeah, I do.

OK. You're probably | the one.

Did you get on | the courtesy van...

to the Grand Prix Hotel?

Hey, f*** | this nonsense, man.

You're misunderstanding | this, Herman.

Who got killed?

You know, if I had | something better to do...

like sit at home | with a beautiful girl...

I wouldn't even be | bothering you, but, uh...

you were mentioned | as a possible witness.

See anything?

We got this | forensic dentist.

And l, uh, I talked him | into pulling my teeth...

and fixing me | some new chompers.

Well, it took two months | of his spare time.

And I got so used to | drinking without 'em...

I just pull 'em out.

Bother you?

Junior...

you want me to fix | those pork chops now?

Hell, I'll put 'em | back in for pork chops.

Pork chops comin' up.

Herman...

your fiancee...

is the best cook | in South Florida.

More taters?

Junior?

So, Herman, where | did you do your time?

Time?

What do you mean?

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