Twilight Page #4

My husband would need

a couple of vans, an army of movers,

and it'd still take him two weeks!

Got a light?

Thanks.

- The thing is, we're broke...

- No! I'm broke.

You and Jack are overextended.

I'll explain the difference sometime.

The thing is, we're broke.

And my husband's dying.

And I thought that I could...

...gut it out, you know,

hold everything together the way...

...so there'd be enough time...

...so that he could die in peace,

but that doesn't seem like it'll happen.

God... damn f***ing thing!

Goddamn f***ing...

- Here, let me...

- No!

OK, go. I don't know why

you've stuck around so long anyway.

You don't?

Don't forget your lighter.

I remember

the first morning I met you.

I opened the door,

and there you stood in a...

...blue shirt with a frayed collar.

Whoever cut your hair

forgot about this part right there!

I bet you don't even remember.

Well...

In the first place, it was afternoon,

and the maid answered the door.

You and Jack were having lunch,

he gave me a picture of Mel.

And I don't... even think

you said hello.

Now you'll say

you don't own any blue shirts?

No, I got a bunch of those.

I know. I remember.

Harry! Harry! I can't breathe!

I can't find Catherine. Help me!

Jack! Jack!

Jack! Jack!

Jack... Jack...

Live, you son-of-a-b*tch.

- Cath... I tried to call you.

- I know.

- Don't talk.

- Here's the tank.

Get out, Harry. Just get out! Go!

Cath, how could you?

How f***ing could you?

- Watch the walls, guys.

- OK.

Don't let it bump on the stairs.

Daddy!

Call Dr Hayes and say

we're on our way to Cedars.

- What happened?

- Mel, you're in the way.

Hello.

- Mr Ames?

- He's not here right now.

- When do you expect him?

- I can't say.

This... wouldn't be Gloria Lamar?

I ask because Mr Ames asked me

to give her a package.

- That would make you Ross.

- Right.

Mr Ames is anxious that

Miss Lamar gets this envelope.

Is there some place we can meet?

- You know the Santa Monica pier?

- Yep.

One hour from now,

at the water pistol range.

How will I know you?

Blonde, big, mucho hair, mucho tits!

I can't wait.

- A buck, huh?

- Yeah. Wanna try?

- Your name wouldn't be Ross?

- Right, first guess.

A woman called earlier.

Said she'd be waiting under the pier.

F***! Sh*t! Piss!

Look at that! A $40 pair of shoes ruined.

No good deed goes

un-f***ing-punished.

That's what I get for...

You Ross?

Hiya, Mucho.

You better have an envelope for me,

'cause I got sand in my panty hose!

Hold it, I went

to your place on Palmetto Street,

and I find a guy

with a bunch of bullets in his chest.

Hey, it's a violent world.

Don't believe me? Watch TV.

But I gotta explain that to Mr Ames.

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