Shattered Page #4

I'm gonna miss my plane.

Now, if there's anything

you need...

Nancy'll handle it.

Welcome back, pal.

Thanks, Jeb.

Klein's Animal House.

Listen,

if this is a breather...

can you wait

while I get a cigarette?

Sorry, wrong number.

Here we go.

Black with Sweet 'N' Low.

That's the way

you used to take it.

Thank you, Nancy.

Is something wrong?

Oh, no.

Tell me something...

last Christmas...

did I buy anybody pets?

Pets?

Well, not that I recall.

Mostly it was gift certificates

to Neiman's.

Jesus.

Personal touch, huh?

Nancy, tell me something.

Does this name... Klein...

Does that mean anything to you?

Oh, yeah. That guy.

Mr. Klein called several times

back in January...

regarding

an outstanding invoice.

But since he wouldn't say

what it was for...

I didn't pay him.

I have it on file

if you'd like it.

- Yeah, I would, thanks.

- OK.

Nancy? Have you ever heard

of a place called the Hacienda?

Yeah.

Yes, I have.

Why?

Well, I'm just wondering.

Just wondering.

Did we ever spend

any time there together...

you and I?

Just the two of us?

You and I?

At the Hacienda?

- Yeah.

- No.

Oh. OK.

It's all right.

Thanks.

$7,000?

Can't you read? We're closed.

I know, but I need to speak

to Mr. Klein about this.

Oh, all right.

You guaranteed me that once

this bird got to know me...

it would talk!

I've had it for six months...

and it hasn't

even opened its beak!

I said that Clementine

could talk.

I didn't say that she would!

OK, I'm sorry. No problem.

Sorry about your inconvenience.

Silly old b*tch!

Yeah! You see?

- Silly old b*tch!

- What can I do for you?

According to this invoice...

I bought enough animals

to fill a zoo.

$7,000... that's ridiculous.

Merrick?

Oh, Mr. Merrick!

I didn't recognize you there.

I had this bad car accident.

Yeah, yeah. So I heard.

- Sadie!

- Yeah?

Close up the shop!

Oh! And take another look around

for Betty June.

Right.

Come with me.

Welcome home, sweetheart.

Welcome home!

Silly old b*tch!

There you go, honey.

Poor old Twigs.

He got hit by a car.

He's lost control.

So, what did I buy

for seven grand? A gorilla?

You don't remember?

Oh, amnesia.

I blacked out on everything

before the accident.

Wow. That can be a tough one.

I'm afraid all you bought

was a lot of my time.

Some of my photographic art.

I guess "gorilla"

wasn't too far off the mark.

There was a guy named...

Jack Stanton.

He was doing a little

chimney sweeping with your wife.

You hired me to stake him out

last Christmas.

Holiday surcharge

and no lunch breaks...

it all adds up.

I sent you the contact strips

New Year's Eve...

then I waited for my money.

Just as I was beginning to

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