Mulholland Falls Page #5

You gotta get it out,

- you gotta tell Kathy.

- Shut up! Shut the hell up!

Jesus Christ, is that what

your psychiatrist told you?

Let me tell you how it goes, Ellery.

You meet somebody.

Maybe they're a little off center,

but they tell you the truth.

And you like them for that,

and one thing leads to another,

and you end up in bed.

- Now, that's weak.

- Max...

But, now, listen to me.

Nobody gets hurt.

You go home, and you see your

wife, and you're feeling bad.

You want to unload it,

you want to get it off your chest.

So you tell her, and now she's hurt.

Now, that's weak, too, Ellery.

But it's also cruel.

It's just goddamn cruel.

Here's something for you.

Here's something that doesn't

cost you 25 bucks an hour.

You carry your own water, Ellery.

You understand?

Carry your own water.

Max, I was just

trying to help. I'm sorry.

No, forget it.

It's all right.

We're still partners, right?

Yeah. Partners.

Thanks, Ell.

Go help them, will you?

- You okay, Max?

- Yeah.

Come here.

I don't understand how

anybody can live at the beach.

Those waves crashing

and flopping all the time

drive me crazy.

I'm with you, Eddie. I like the

sound of traffic when I'm sleeping.

I find it very peaceful.

Most people do.

I guess cops are just different.

Don't push your luck there, Fields.

The only reason we're

here is because of Max.

If I had it my way,

I'd rather dump you

out of a speeding car.

See if you'd bounce around a little.

Hey, Earl!

How's that chili comin'?

It's done.

As my Aunt Mabel used to say,

presentation is everything.

I think you and Coolidge

ought to open up an automat.

The look is connected

to the way it tastes.

Stay down!

It stopped.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Where's Fields?

- I'll get him back.

- Right.

Fields!

Sh*t!

That's it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess so.

You see 'em take Fields?

I couldn't see sh*t, Max.

They shot the hell out of this place.

Must've had a heavy machine gun.

Fruitcake disappeared.

Lieutenant? They want

you down at the beach.

We see around the head there...

- Jesus Christ.

- How'd they kill him, doc?

What can I tell you?

They stuck a gun in his mouth

- and blew the back of his head off.

- An execution?

Not until they asked him

some questions first.

Contusions, abrasions,

ecchymosis around the neck.

Right.

Come on, I want to show

you guys something.

We took these x-rays of Allison Pond.

Look what happened.

Yeah, this foot's got a heel.

This one doesn't.

Why is it all blurry?

Gamma rays fog the film.

That glass in her foot,

it's radioactive.

Yes, sir?

LAPD. I'm here to see General Timms.

Hey, give me that.

Five to one we don't get in.

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