Waking the Dead Page #4

First the gay vote,

now half the black vote.

Gotta love a challenge.

Bertelli's a nothing.

He's like...

a write-in candidate.

Besides, I hear

he's an old lecher.

Are you gonna use that?

But maybe we should get married.

I'll run on the morality issue.

You're not ready

to marry anybody.

I was only kidding.

Besides, wouldn't that be awful if

we got married and I lost the election?

What would be so awful about it?

I was just saying that if we got married

for the sake of the election...

and then I lost, that's all.

Why does that

make my stomach hurt?

If I said "let's get married,"

you'd say the same thing.

You're making me feel bad.

Okay.

I'm sorry I said it.

- Looking forward to seeing your family?

- Oh, yeah.

I wish I had more time.

But you don't.

You've got to

hit the ground running.

You've got to start building

a real constituency...

for the next election.

Thanks for everything, Isaac.

Nothing to thank me for.

Right. Right.

And Pinocchio

owed nothing to Geppetto.

Adele asked me

to give you this.

It's a poem she wrote you.

Here.

Oh, thank you.

Your plane takes off

in ten minutes. Go.

- How's Juliet, by the way?

- Oh, she's all right.

Nice girl.

A real lady,

in the best sense.

What's wrong?

Do you ever remember Sarah?

Of course I do.

What do you remember about her?

The funeral.

The reporters.

And the whole thing

sort of drifting away...

like it never even happened.

Yeah.

I miss her so much...

and I can't get away from it.

I could've spent the rest of my life

figuring out what happened to her...

with all that sh*t, and why...

and I just dropped it.

There was nothing you could do.

You had places to go.

What's going on?

I don't know.

All right,

let's go home.

Can I just say something, then we

don't ever have to talk about it again?

Of course.

I want to be good.

You are good.

Maybe you're too good, huh?

I don't know what I am.

I want you to come someplace

with me.

Okay.

Don't you wanna know where?

- I don't think I do.

- Yeah, I think you might.

Tell me where.

An oriental massage parlor.

I don't think so.

Just drop me off at the hotel.

No, listen to me.

I am in love...

with a Korean whore...

and I want you to meet her.

Well, Danny, don't you think

I could meet her somewhere else?

Oh, come on.

Are you so worried about your reputation

that you won't come with your brother...

to meet his girlfriend?

That's nice, Fielding.

Okay.

Look, here's the deal.

These Korean gangsters brought her

over here, promised her a job...

and then threw her

in this whorehouse.

Which you just happened

to patronize.

- Look at you judging me.

- What do you want me to do?

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