Twilight Page #3

- If we have to.

Jack Ames said look after me?

The cops wanted to verify

your address,

and Jack wanted to make sure

they hadn't electrocuted you yet.

I appreciate his confidence.

- Milk? Sugar?

- No, not for me.

You... want some thinner?

No, thanks.

Back when I was in security

at the studio,

it was a full-time job

keeping Jack Ames outta trouble.

No, no. Doctor's orders.

I don't know any actress

he missed boinking.

You know they all loved him,

even after he dumped them?

I mean, the man had the gift.

The husbands took a dimmer view.

- Well, they would!

- Especially Catherine's.

Billy Sullivan. Hurt him so bad, he

swam out to sea and never swam back.

He also lost a bundle of money

gambling about the same time.

Lose a woman like Catherine

and a lot of money in the same week...

...you can feel sorry for yourself.

Yeah, I can see how you might.

Never having had either!

I used to think Jack was

the luckiest man I'd ever run across.

Looks like he's run outta luck,

though.

Cancer's what I heard.

Yeah... looks like we all run

outta luck in the end.

Your prostate started acting up?

Not yet.

Something to look forward to.

I better get on my horse.

This is late for me.

Sad, ain't it?

Tell Verna if she's got the urge

to hump an old man,

I'm in the book...

...under 'Hump'!

...under 'Hump'!

The very thought of you

And I forget to do

The little ordinary things

That everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream...

All alone?

I have my thoughts.

Piss-poor company, though.

This way, it don't count.

Harry, you're a pal.

- Kind of hoping to talk to Jack.

- And I thought it was my company.

Jack took a sedative and

went to sleep, he was terribly upset.

I had an idea that maybe

you might know what happened.

Right, that's why people hire you,

'cause you're mute!

Where's Mel?

She came home for 20 minutes,

then went on a night shoot for a film.

She asked me

a very interesting question.

She wanted to know why

the hell you're still living here.

What did you tell her?

I was mute.

- Heard of a guy named Lester Ivar?

- No.

- Somebody killed him today.

- Sorry. Was he a friend?

No.

- Never heard of him, huh?

- No.

You're lying.

You were at Lester Ivar's apartment

this afternoon.

- Find what you were looking for?

- What are you talking about?

What's that perfume you wear?

The reason I ask...

...it was still in the air

when I got there.

A lot of women wear Bal Versailles.

It smells different on them.

I've noticed how familiar you've

become with everything in this house.

Know what I think?

I think you're right.

I piss you off, and you're off

in the time it takes to pack one bag!

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