The CP "Film Noir" Script

[Thig Lyfe]

Originally Posted by Hydrae

"Before I say anything more, I just have to know."

"You have to know what," she simpered while batting those big baby blues.

"Oh my God," I thought, "how the hell did ol' Al ever let this one get away to begin with?"

"Why do you want your ex wiped out?" Surely there was a horrible story behind all of this animosity from such a lovely dame. And knowing what I did about Mr Davis I was ready to believe anything.

"Well..." she pondered for a bit. "Ever since Al left L.A., I felt abandoned..."

"Go on," I said. I was a bit distracted at the time.

"We drifted apart and eventually divorced. In the settlement, he got the one thing I wanted."

"Well, what is it?"

"It's ... it's..." her sparkling blue eyes watered up and a stream of sorrow flowed out.

"What's the matter?"

She calmed down a bit, gained her composure, and told me what it was she wanted.

[Jenson71]

"My bull testicles. My...friend. He bought them for me as a gift when he was in Mexico City."

I looked at her. "And this, friend, Ms. Davis?"

She wiped away a tear. It was almost to much for her to bear.

"We had a...an affair, Mr. Hunt." She sobbed, the tears rolling down her rosy cheeks and disappearing into her blue dress like a ghost in the night.

"What was his name, Ms. Davis."

"What does it matter! He's dead now! Dead!" She flew herself on to my shoulder.

I figured it to be so. Affair, jealous husband, madman...it would all come down to a murder.

But that didn't explain why Al had wanted the souvenior. Evidence? A tasty mid-night snack? Conversational piece on his living room coffee table?

I stroked her deep black hair. "It'll be alright," I assured her.

The phone rang, startling us both.