Sweet Virginia Page #2

- Sure told him, huh?

- Mm.

I laid it down, didn't I?

Good day at the office,

sweetheart.

Do good.

You alright?

Yeah.

We were wondering

where you were.

There's a big turnout

down there.

Josephine thinks somebody

should make a speech.

I wanted to thank you for..

Putting all of this together.

That's all. I gotta run,

it's my mom's waiting.

What am I supposed to do

with all his stuff?

We just threw

Mitchel's stuff out.

'Cause mom says it's part

of the cleansing process.

A fresh start.

He... he was

a man, Lila.

I know.

I know what

you're sayin'. I do.

- You're not alone.

- I'm sorry.

I mean, listen to me complain.

You and Mitchel didn't get

three years of marriage.

That doesn't mean

I've got it any worse.

Maybe they're some place better.

In peace.

Maybe.

Still haven't shed

a goddamn tear.

Eighteen years of marriage..

Not one.

It's disgraceful.

You shouldn't talk that way.

I wasn't the best wife, Lila.

I could've been better.

You look organized.

Oh, it's all tom.

Well, tom didn't really

trust the banks.

- Did he?

- Nope.

Mitchel just always thought

he was avoiding taxes.

Yeah, everyone did

but he was right.

Why pay someone an arm and a leg

to keep what's yours?

You let me know if you

need anything, okay?

Mm-hmm.

I'm so sorry, Bernie.

Yeah. Me too.

F***in' mess.

- Cheryl's having nightmares.

- Mm..

Girls too.

What's the chief say?

Well, it's his jurisdiction

but he's talking about

bringing some boys from upstate.

Last thing we need

city officials..

Flashin' their badges,

asking questions.

Well..

People want answers, Marty.

- Am I interrupting?

- No, not at all.

Just on my way.

Once again, Bernie,

my condolences.

- Cheryl gives her love.

- Thanks.

- Sam.

- Yeah.

Christ, Bern, I..

Don't know what to say.

You don't have to say anything.

Yeah.

Your hair's gettin' long.

I need to cut it again.

Yeah.

You think I could

come by tonight?

I don't know, Bern.

You think that's a good idea?

Elwood?

Ever been to California?

- What?

- California.

My mom was from there.

El Cerrito or some sh*t.

Born in 1949.

You ever been there?

- No.

- No.

Think I wanna go there.

Why did you kill those men?

I did my job.

It was supposed to be

just Mitchel. That's all.

I sent miles a picture. From..

The one from last Christmas

with the beige sweater,

uh, cause I remember...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

This isn't miles' deal anymore.

I did what had to be done.

I... I didn't ask

for this.

Those other men

didn't deserve...

Your husband wasn't

comin' out of the bar.

It is as simple as that.

I was told he was gonna

be out by midnight.

So whose fault is it?

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