The Kovak Box Page #5

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The, uh,

tattooed hitman,

Now you can scoff at it

all you want,

but the point Is,

I saw it,

I know what the tattoos

represent on his fist,

And he's the same man

who robbed me,

and he's the same man who slipped

that piece of paper in my pocket,

Not a figment

of my imagination,

I'm not making it up...

Mr, Norton, um...

you've just been through a

very traumatic experience,

Couldnt you have put this in

your pocket and not known it?

Let's go,

All right, we're gonna go to the Police,

Do you think

you can give them

an accurate description

of this guy?

Why, for Christs sake?

Everybody has branded me

as a f***ing junkie,

Even the newspapers, Who's

gonna believe anything I say?

Nobody gives a sh*t

about what happened

or that some f***ing nutcase

told me I was dead already,

Can you describe

this guy?

Of course I can,

He was this far away!

Okay, okay, so,

describe him,

What? You don't

believe me either?

That's just great!

Listen, Silvia,

Nobody's in a hurry

to believe me,

Now remember,

I am on your side,

Let's do this

together, okay?

I can see him, but I just

can't put it into words,

Try, try, try,

He was... run of the mill, ordinary...

You're the writer,

not me,

It helps sometimes, when I'm

trying to build a character,

take a look around at

the people, like that guy,

Over there,

drinking the beer,

No, he was slim,

All right, let's find somebody else

who's slim and reminds you of him,

And then we'll build the

face like a jigsaw puzzle,

Just take a look around,

[Villon playing]

Silvia?

There was music,

What?

Before it all happened,

I was in the shower and I answered

the phone, then I heard music,

And then

I began to feel bad,

That's the last thing

I remember

before I woke

up in the hospital,

Who was

on the phone?

I don't know,

But a name flashed up

on my cell phone,

Where's your cell phone?

It's gonna be in the memory,

Charlie,

[Buzz]

(neighbor in Spanish) If you're ringing

the 3rd floor you won't get an answer,

There's nobody at home?

The boy who lived there was killed

yesterday in a bike accident,

They say he was driving up

the wrong side of the highway,

Silvia, so listen,

there's no coincidence here,

We're dealing with bits and pieces

that make up a bigger puzzle,

And if the phone call

had anything to do with it,

it means Jane probably

received it as well,

It had to have been

the last number,

What is it?

It's the same call,

Are you sure?

Yeah,

Gloomy Sunday,

And that music,

that woman singing?

It's a song title,

Some Hungallant wrote It,

He ended up

taking the big leap,

Others had the same Idea, It seems,

The song had

a strange effect on them,

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