The Ice Harvest Page #4

Trying to get my ashes hauled,

like everybody else!

NoI, Joyeux NoI!

It's all right.

He's drunk.

Sarabeth isn't performing

that function anymore?

Did she do that

for you oftentimes...

throughout your saga?

Occasionally. Not very often. Mmm-hmm.

Is she still wearing

flannel to bed?

Silly me.

I thought, until I met

and married Sarabeth...

that it was

only little children...

who wore those things with

the feet sewn on the bottom.

You could have warned me

about that.

And I'm actually

being kind of serious here.

I tried to, Pete.

I really did.

Yeah, bullshit. I was the end

of your alimony problem.

That's what I was.

Like hell. You were in love.

With my wife.

Love.

Someday somebody is going

to tally up the cost...

of that particular illusion.

Hey.

Yeah?

Did you ever go and...

The strippers?

Yeah, occasionally.

Yeah?

Yeah, sure.

When I'm really desperate...

or completely sh*t-faced, or

generally have my head up my ass.

I'm all those three things

right now, baby. Let's go!

So how you doing

otherwise, buddy?

Great. Great. Really great.

Drawing a lot of buildings.

Making a f***ing fortune.

Well, listen.

I gotta make a phone call.

If you just hold down

the fort here and remain calm.

Remain calm.

Big mob lawyer.

Sweet Cage.

Sidney, is Renata back yet?

No. She just called.

Said she's on her way.

All right, listen...

when she gets back, you tell

her I have that present...

that I mentioned for her

earlier and not to leave.

Okay? Bye.

Mr. Arglist.

Councilman.

I wonder if we might

have a quiet word.

Actually, I'm kind of...

Would you be good enough to deliver

a message from me to Mr. Guerrard?

Wichita is a community

of good people, Mr. Arglist.

Christian people.

Yeah, half of them are in this

very bar trying to get laid.

That may well be. But my

point is, some time ago...

in a moment of weakness,

I did a very foolish thing.

And that foolish thing

was photographed.

I believe that photo is in the

possession of a Mr. Vic Cavanaugh...

an associate of yours,

who refuses to surrender it...

despite several generous

offers for its purchase...

the last of which,

delivered not 10 minutes ago.

People can be stubborn.

Do you think Mr. Guerrard would be

able to persuade Mr. Cavanaugh...

Oh.

...to reconsider if he understood

his own interests in the matter?

Well, Mr. Guerrard is one of

the most persuasive men I know.

What kind of figures

are we talking about here?

Are we talking about four?

Five? Six?

Five, Mr. Arglist.

Low five.

Councilman, I think

the photo in question...

might be closer than

you can possibly imagine.

You've given me hope, Mr.

Arglist. Merry Christmas.

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