Sweet Virginia Page #2
- Sure told him, huh?
- Mm.
I laid it down, didn't I?
Good day at the office,
sweetheart.
Do good.
You alright?
Yeah.
We were wondering
where you were.
There's a big turnout
down there.
Josephine thinks somebody
should make a speech.
Putting all of this together.
That's all. I gotta run,
it's my mom's waiting.
What am I supposed to do
with all his stuff?
We just threw
Mitchel's stuff out.
'Cause mom says it's part
of the cleansing process.
A fresh start.
He... he was
a man, Lila.
I know.
I know what
you're sayin'. I do.
- You're not alone.
- I'm sorry.
I mean, listen to me complain.
You and Mitchel didn't get
three years of marriage.
That doesn't mean
I've got it any worse.
Maybe they're some place better.
In peace.
Maybe.
Still haven't shed
a goddamn tear.
Eighteen years of marriage..
Not one.
It's disgraceful.
You shouldn't talk that way.
I wasn't the best wife, Lila.
I could've been better.
You look organized.
Oh, it's all tom.
Well, tom didn't really
trust the banks.
- Did he?
- Nope.
Mitchel just always thought
he was avoiding taxes.
Yeah, everyone did
but he was right.
Why pay someone an arm and a leg
to keep what's yours?
You let me know if you
need anything, okay?
Mm-hmm.
I'm so sorry, Bernie.
Yeah. Me too.
F***in' mess.
- Cheryl's having nightmares.
- Mm..
Girls too.
What's the chief say?
Well, it's his jurisdiction
but he's talking about
bringing some boys from upstate.
Last thing we need
city officials..
Flashin' their badges,
asking questions.
Well..
People want answers, Marty.
- Am I interrupting?
- No, not at all.
Just on my way.
Once again, Bernie,
my condolences.
- Thanks.
- Sam.
- Yeah.
Christ, Bern, I..
Don't know what to say.
You don't have to say anything.
Yeah.
Your hair's gettin' long.
I need to cut it again.
Yeah.
You think I could
come by tonight?
I don't know, Bern.
You think that's a good idea?
Elwood?
Ever been to California?
- What?
- California.
My mom was from there.
El Cerrito or some sh*t.
Born in 1949.
You ever been there?
- No.
- No.
Think I wanna go there.
Why did you kill those men?
I did my job.
It was supposed to be
just Mitchel. That's all.
I sent miles a picture. From..
The one from last Christmas
with the beige sweater,
uh, cause I remember...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This isn't miles' deal anymore.
I did what had to be done.
I... I didn't ask
for this.
Those other men
didn't deserve...
Your husband wasn't
comin' out of the bar.
It is as simple as that.
I was told he was gonna
be out by midnight.
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