Eye of the Beholder Page #3

Debra.|A gentle reminder, darling.

Take outyour own trash|on Tuesday and Thursday.

- Ofcourse.|- And don't throw it in the street.

Throw it in a bin.

- Tell your boyfriend to do the same.|- Which one?

The one who's been|following you around all week.

You know the one.|The one who waits outside foryou...

and follows you around|like a lost dog.

- You know.|- Describe him.

Oh, so-so.|Average height.

Normal looking.

At my age,|they all look the same.

Haveanice day.

Yo, taxi!

Hey, holdup!

Yo, babe.

- Come on. Don't be so antisocial.|- You gotta gimme some ofthat.

- Nuts!|- You ain't gettin' none ofthat.

Howthe f*** didyougetinhere?

Guy downstairs gave me the key.

Your name Debra Yates?

Detective Crocker, NYPD.

What can I do foryou, Detective?

You, uh...

droppedyour Pisces.

- I've never seen it before.|- Oh, yes, you have.

Theguy downstairssays|you're from SaltLake City.

That's right.

Isn't it against the law to walk away|from the scene ofan accident...

in Salt Lake City?

It's against the law|here in New York.

What can I do foryou, Detective?

Come again?

How much is this gonna cost me?

- Areyou bribing me?|- Yes, I am.

How much?

Okay. A thousand dollars|and a shot ofsome ofthat...

whatever it is.

It's cognac.

- Whatdoyoudo foraliving?|- I'm a wigmaker.

I'm here drumming upsomebusiness.

You sureyou got|a thousand dollars?

No.

But I'm sure we can come to|some kind ofan arrangement.

I'm sureyou're right.

Don't touch that.

Lady, can I get that foryou?

Sir. Sir!

Taxi!

I'm tired, Daddy.|I want to go home.

Soon, sweetheart.

What are we doing here?|It's late.

I'm sorry, baby.|We can't goyet.

Notyet.|Ifl blink, I might lose her.

So?

So the last time I blinked,|I lostyou...

I lost mywife|and I nearly lost my mind.

I can't lose her.

I'll be with you in a minute,|ma'am.

Sorry about the wait. Your brandy,|sir. That's six dollars, please.

Oh, thankyou.|Hereyou are.

- I'm sorry, sir. That's a fiive.|- Pardon?

No, isn't.|It's a ten, you snake.

Oh, gosh, so it is.

Your drink, sir.

- And your change.|- Keep the change.

Thankyou very much.

Happens all the time.

Waiters, taxi drivers, they all|try it on. I fiind it quite amusing.

You see, I can tell the difference|between a fiive and a ten.

- How?|- I fold them differently.

Short for a fiive|and long for a ten.

Cheers.

What areyou reading?

Numerology.

Areyou amateur or a professional?

Oh, I might be|professional someday.

- When wereyou born, Mr.--|- Leonard.

Alexander Leonard.

Pleased to makeyour acquaintance.

Vincent, Charlotte.

How doyou do?

So, the fox in the mink?|Cool as a cucumber.

She's gonna take the poor bastard|for everything he's got.

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