The Hard Goodbye (I)

The night is hot as hell. Its a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town. I'm staring at a Goddess. She is telling me she wants me. I'm not gonna waste one more second wondering how i got so lucky.

-I want you...

She smells like angels oughta smell.
Perfect woman.
The Goddess.

-I need you...

Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.

Three hours later my head is feeling several sizes too big and that cold thing happens to my stomach, and I realize Goldie is dead. Not a mark on her. You'd have to check her pulse or notice that those perfect breasts weren't movin' they way they would if she were breathin'. She was murdered and I was right here when it happened, lying next to her, stone drunk just like she was.

Damn it, Goldie, who were you and who wanted you dead?
Who were you besides an angel of mercy giving a two-time loser like me the night of his life.
It's sure as hell wasn't my looks.

So, why the sleazy saloon?
Why the kindness, Goldie?

The cops, they're telling me so much.
Showing up before anybody but me and the killer could know there's been a murder. Somebody paid good money for this frame.

No reason at all to play ir quiet.
No reason to play it anyway but my way

Whoever killed you is gonna pay, Goldie.

-Open Up!!, Police!!
-I'll be right out...


I don't know why you died, Goldie. I don't know why and I don't know how, I've never even met you before tonight. But you were a friend and more when I needed one. When I find out who did it, it won't be quick and quiet like it was with you...it'll be loud and nasty, my kind of kill. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

I love you, Goldie.