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What? Running over alligators with that silly swamp jalopy when you could be sailing a real boat...
Swamp's where it's at, Sandy. Gives you a look into the muck we all crawled out of. You ought to try it some time.
Sandy... What's up?
Listen, Kelly skipped school. Have you talked to her?
No.
Shit. Here we go again.
Didn't you see her this morning?
To tell you the truth, I haven't seen her since Friday.
Look. I know you're seeing Barbara Baxter. So what?
So maybe I'm a onewoman man.
Grab a clue, Sam. You're a hired hand around here. Enjoy it while it lasts.
Goodbye, Sandra.
How much is about six and a half million divided by three?
Jesus. Two million one hundred thirtythree thousand three hundred thirtythree and change.
Sam...
Put Kelly on too.
But I..
Shut up. Don't fall apart. The only people who can blow this is us. Remember?
Yeah, right.
Good. Just keep telling yourselves that, the only people who can fuck this up is us.
I was worried about you, Suzie. I decided we should all get together, one more time, before we split up.
Are you mad at me?
No, no. Look, I probably should have told you a little more, about the part I intended to play. We'll go through it all again tonight.
That was about as grim as it gets.
The guy was history when he killed Kelly. You knew that.
But then you knew what he was like all along... Maybe his killing Kelly was a thing you had counted on...
But then it is better this way, don't you think? No loose ends.
What?
That was the same thing Ray said.
What's wrong?
Fuck the winch. I wanna drive.
Seems to like some of the same places you do. Funny you never met.
Yeah, real funny. You're wrong about this, I could get busted on the spot.
Trust me, the guy's dirty. He'll like it. Especially the part about offing me. Now get out of here. Go make yourself a new friend.
I've seen you out there in your old air boat, thinking about what might have been, old man Van Ryan hadn't fucked you out of it. What if I told you I had a way we could get a big piece of it back?
We?
Well, I'd need the famous Lombardo charm, not that you'd have to do anything you haven't done already.
How...
Walter. He's been aimin' that Brownie through knotholes for years. I saw these, I knew he'd finally struck gold. I can't decide which came out better, that little straw Kelly's got up her nose, or that vibrator you've got up her ass. What do you think, Mr. Lombardo?
I think there's some things you do, you don't want to see yourself doing them.
Why don't you tell us one more time, how Kelly came to be with you, alone in your house.
Story's the same, Detective...
I had to go look for this coupon.
The one you bought at school.
Like I said, I hadn't really expected to use it. Anyway, I'm going through a drawer. I hear a car. I look out the window. I see Nicole driving away. I leave my room, and there's Kelly.
In cutoffs, a wet Tshirt.
Yes.
And she wanted to talk.
Yes.
But you can't tell us what she wanted to talk about.
I could, but it's confidential. Look, the point is, we didn't talk. I told her this was not an appropriate time or place.
And she began to cry. And you put an arm around her.
Yes. Mainly to turn her toward the door. I told her we would talk on Monday, in the office.
But she ran away.
That's right.
But you do admit to touching her, to putting your arm around her. Isn't that against the rules?
It is and I don't. Ordinarily... But, I mean... there's this kid standing in front of you crying...
With a thirtyfive inch bustline in a wet Tshirt with no bra...
Fuck you. This is bullshit. I'm outta here.
Sit down, Lombardo.
Yeah, well, you fixed that. What the hell happened, anyway?
The bitch shot me, is what happened.
Hey, what did you want me to do, die?
Well, shit, you're the cop, they don't teach you to disarm people, shoot them in the leg or something? You weren't supposed to kill her for Christ's sake.
Did you become squeamish about these things before or after you bludgeoned little Suzie Toller to death with a wine bottle? Jesus, man. It couldn't have worked out better. They're convinced Kelly whacked Suzie. I can't talk 'em out of it. We should be celebrating. This thing worked out just like you said, only better.
Kelly was supposed to be framed, not killed. What I'm telling you is, I don't like surprises.
You mean this thing?
Yes, we call it a winch. And these are shrouds, and these are stays.
I thought this was supposed to be a vacation. Why didn't you buy a nice big power boat?
Come on, man. I'll make a sailor out of you yet.
Yeah, or get me drowned.
Jesus, man... You okay?
That how you planned it? You take cut Suzie, get me to hang it on Kelly, then dump me in the ocean...
Come off it, man... It was an accident.
Meet my partner, Gloria Perez.
I did. At Blue Balls.
It's Celine. He's okay. He had a pretty good line on what cheap fucks people are.
So Suzie, you called us, remember?
No.
Will they?
It doesn't look like it.
Then he'll be back at Blue Balls?
You ought to watch it with that shit, Suzie. You get busted again, you go back in a twotine loser.
You got something against cigarettes?
Yeah, they're bad for your health. I'm tryin' to look out for you...
That's cop bullshit.
Well, you're half right. Best thing you could do for yourself right now would be to talk to me.
About what?
Every triangle I've ever seen never lasts. Somebody's got to go.
Is this supposed to mean something to me? What triangle?
You, Kelly, Sam.
I don't have to listen to this. And you can't shove me around. I have friends now...
Is that what you think? You have friends? Is that what they told you?
I don't mean who you're thinking. I have other friends...
Suzie, Suzie... This is me, Ray, you're talking to. We both know you don't have shit, never have had shit, never will have shit...
Get away from me.
Don't you see what this means? You really think Sam and Kelly are gonna give you a third of the money? You, the pillhead with the rap sheet?
Shut up.
Davy.
That's right. That was his name.