The Long Kiss Goodnight Page #5

- Could you spell that, please?

Curry Brand.

All this sh*t is the same anyway.

Yeah? You don't happen

to have a cat?

What do l need a cat for?

l got a girl.

Yeah, p*ssy's p*ssy.

- Mom, can l stay up for ''Rugrats''?

- What, sweetie?

''Rugrats.''

l want to stay up.

Yes, you can stay up for ''Rugrats.''

l'm gonna go now.

All right.

- Mommy loves you.

- l love you too.

Big kiss.

- Bye, Mommy.

- Good night.

Put my glasses in my pocket

Put the jacket on the chair

l sing the things l do,

so l won't forget.

Like...

Turning off the downstairs' light

Before l go to bed at night

Sh*t.

l can't take this...

f***ing waiting.

Excuse me.

Do you normally curse this much?

What are you, a Mormon?

Yes, that's why l just smoked

a pack of Newports...

and drank three vodka tonics.

What l'm saying is...

back when we first met

you were all like...

''Oh, phooey!

l burned the darn muffins.''

Now, you go into a bar...

ten minutes later sailors come

running out. What up with that?

Thanks for sharing.

Mind your own damn business.

While you're at it,

if you're going to smoke inside...

close the damn door.

l heard you scream--

Sh*t!

Henessey...

l didn't know about the gun.

l wasn't hiding things. l swear.

- Goddamn it, stop walking!

- l'm going home!

And so are you!

l paid you!

Well, here!

Take your money!

Take it!

l can't go home.

Until l know why that man tried

to kill me, l'm trapped.

lt's like l'm in a goddamn prison!

Do you know how that feels?

Yeah, l know exactly

what that's like!

Four years inside.

Marion, lllinois.

A real shithole!

And l'm not going back!

Seven years ago

l was an Atlanta cop.

Me and my partner handled

a lot of impounded sh*t.

That motherf***er hated me.

l forget why, but he did.

On one weekend...

when he was conveniently away...

some bonds disappeared

from his office.

Lo and behold, when my brothers in blue

responded to an anonymous tip...

you'll never guess what they found

sitting in my closet.

The bonds.

Your partner put them there.

No, l did.

l stole the damn things.

l never did one thing right

in my life. You know that?

Not one.

That takes skill.

You just missed our exit.

Give me back my money.

Oh, so you're--

l'm taking you

to the train station, yes.

To meet Mr. Waldman.

Here you go.

Merry Christmas.

Bah humbug.

Look out the window.

Shut up.

You know we're about

ten minutes early.

l've got a bad feeling about this.

Put my keys in my left pocket

- Gun in the right-hand side

- lt makes a bulge you can see.

l should stick it in my pants

and shoot my damn dick off?

Now you're a sharpshooter?

Going to shake hands with the man

- How you doing?

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