Blood and Wine Page #5

- No, I'm gonna drive.

Oh, God.

I've gotta calm down.

- But you don't even know where we're going.

- All right, all right.

- Where?

- Okay, can you get to Key Largo?

A friend of mine has a houseboat.

We can use it for a while.

Mom, relax.

We'll be there in an hour.

How'd she find this place?

Linda has a weakness for bartenders.

Well, it's a short walk for a beer.

- Where's the key, Mom?

- Here, I think.

Mugged by your own wife, eh?

How ironic.

You should have let me do it.

I darned my own socks in prison.

Lovely.

They won't be hard to find.

I never understand your optimism.

It lacks foundation.

I know 'em.

I know how they think.

"Director of catering.

Island concierge. "

Sounds great.

"Landscape.

Housekeeping manager. "

Oh, I see some definite possibilities here.

You don't need to take a job you don't like.

I've got enough money.

You don't.

Believe me.

Your name Henry?

I'm Jason's father, Alex.

His father is dead.

Well, stepfather.

Yeah, so, uh-

so, where is he?

- He didn't show up last night.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, he didn't come home either.

His mother's worried about him.

Well, maybe he's at

his girlfriend's house, you know.

You know where she is?

Uh... no.

I just- I just figured

there has to be one.

- Give us a hint.

- Hey! How am I supposed to know?

- Oh, sh*t!

- Hey!

Goddamn it!

You're not helping!

- Aaah!

- Damn it!

- God!

- Christ.

You all right? You all right?

- Yeah.

- Let me see.

- God!

- Oh, yeah. Okay. You're all right.

Look, Henry. We got

a serious business problem.

Can you tell him?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Thanks.

- You sure you're all right?

- Yes.

Did he hurt ya?

Don't ever do that to me again.

That's 356 round stones-

Either the whole piece or individual stones.

Put the word out, Marty.

The central stone weighs 32 carats.

They're all perfectly matched.

No, I'm consulting for the insurance

company now. Life's strange, isn't it?

Kid never goes far from water.

Call Sarasota,

Fort Meyers, Key West.

- You find your visor?

- No.

Well, it's in there.

Look in the pocket.

This was in the suitcase.

Goddamn son of a b*tch.

You know what paste costs?

Good paste?

- It's yours now.

- I don't want anything of his.

- Send it back. Throw it away. Get rid of the damn thing.

- Okay.

- How much do you think it's worth?

- Seventy-five dollars.

- Seventy-five dollars?

- For the appraisal.

- Oh.

- If you want it in writing-

Just approximately. I mean-

No one is gonna pay

a million dollars around here.

- Maybe in Miami.

- A million dollars?

More in New York.

I have some private contacts.

Why don't you give me your number.

Um...

I'm gonna come back and see ya.

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