Bird On A Wire Page #3

- That mean it"s a deal?

I sure will think about it.

Good night.

Pumps are closed.

Pumps are closed.

She won"t be humming again till 6:30 a.m.

You Billy Ray Bowers?

Y"all from Weyburn"s office?

Y"all got an interesting accent.

Sh*t.

You always were an actor,

weren"t you, Rick?

- You pretended to be my friend.

- I never did.

- Then you turned on me.

- I never agreed to help you kill.

Still a do-gooder?

My friend, Mr. Diggs, is worried about that.

l"ve served my time, thanks to you,

but he"s still under indictment.

Seeing as you"re the only living witness

that can put him behind bars...

What"s he got on you? You still his flunky?

Are you some hero?

Hiding in a grease pit for 15 years?

I don"t think they"II put up

any monuments for you.

Any last words?

What"s going on?

Get out of here! Run for your damn life!

Watch out!

Help!

- Let me in!

- Rick, is that you?

Yeah, it"s me! Let me in!

- How do I know it"s you?

- It"s me, Muffy. Open the damn door!

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Me? What the hell are you doing here?

Being shot in the butt.

- She saw you.

- I saw her, too.

I appreciate this.

l"II have to borrow your phone if it"s okay.

Ice. I need plenty of ice.

l"II get the ice. You go to the room.

It"s the presidential suite.

- Okay if I use your phone?

- L"II be there in a minute.

- Miss Graves?

- Mr. Takawaki!

Do little party?

Yes. A party for girls.

Maybe next time?

Maybe.

I don"t care if they"ve left for the day.

l"ve got to get through to them.

...555-7000.

Yes. The presidential suite.

Operator? God!

- Rick?

- What?

Are you all right?

l"ve been shot in the butt.

Can you believe it?

- Can I come in?

- L"m naked. Can you handle it?

I handled it for a lot of years.

I guess I can handle it now.

It"s my lower back and my butt.

I think the pellet passed through...

Vietnam?

Hell, no. I took the dove off with a sander.

I really am anxious to hear this story.

I need some bandages,

antibiotic and some antiseptic.

Get shot often?

Only twice before.

Could you please help me?

Could you look at my butt?

You leave me at the altar.

That was my state of mind at the time.

You went off with Jamie

to seek your fortune...

...and you were coming back to marry me.

Am I remembering this correctly?

If not, correct me.

You get lost in your plane.

Reported missing, presumed dead.

I attend your memorial service,

and cried the tears of a grieving widow.

I vow l"II never get over you.

In fact, I never do.

I still carry your damn pictures

in my wallet!

Until one day, I pull into a gas station...

...and you"re alive with people chasing you

and you ask me to look at your butt?

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