Backfire Page #6

Feeling bad won't bring

the Willis girl back to life.

- Bluth, see what's holding up Ballistics.

- Yes, sir.

You can't blame Bob. How could he know

this was going to happen?

Don't mind me. I'm balling him out

because I'm sore at myself.

I should have got that phone bill

from Burns...

...and who knows, maybe

Bonnie would have caught it anyway.

Captain.

- Yes?

I've got 24 more rooms to clean

and it's Saturday. My half-day.

Okay, go ahead.

But from now on remember:

It's a criminal offense to withhold

information from police.

The Good Book says silence is golden.

So I just kept my mouth shut.

It also says "Speak and ye shall be heard."

Remember.

Yes, sir.

Next time? Oh, my.

Uh, what about me, captain?

I've got one for you too.

"Go ye and do likewise."

Likewise.

Garcia. Yeah?

Yeah?

Tell them to keep looking.

Miami police can't locate

any Lou Walsh or Lisa Raidoff.

Well?

Looks like we're up against an old friend,

two peas in a pod.

Well, I'll be a...

What is it, captain?

Same gun that killed Solly Blayne

killed Bonnie Willis.

Then that means that Steve's in the clear,

doesn't it?

A man with a busted back

doesn't shoot people.

Maybe he didn't kill the Willis girl.

What's the connection between

the Willis girl and Solly Blayne?

At the moment, I have one connection.

They knew a character named Lou Walsh.

- What did you find out?

- It's like Mr. Arno says.

The Stadium never saw Connolly

after that night and never wants to.

What about Walsh?

- Saw the manager of Brentwood Palms.

Walsh checked out for Miami

the day before Solly was bumped.

There's doubt about Miami.

Get a description?

Yeah. Five-ten, 190 pounds.

Dark hair. Nice smile.

No pictures, huh?

No. Those deck and dice guys,

they're camera-shy.

Okay.

Well, that seems to make it unanimous.

No pictures, no auto license,

no bank account, no tax returns.

Somewhere in the city, there's a guy

fracturing window panes.

And I suspect his name is Lou Walsh.

Take my advice, Corey. Be careful.

He didn't care if you talked to

Sybil, the desk clerk or Arno.

None of them could lead you to him.

But the minute you got to Bonnie,

Lou Walsh came alive.

That's why Bonnie was killed.

Take my advice, keep away from windows,

or you'll wind up in Arno's.

Thanks for the plug, but that's

one piece of business I can do without.

Speaking of business,

I have a funeral in about...

...holy cow, 12 minutes.

All right, you can go.

You get a ticket, I got a pal.

- Thanks.

- Thanks for coming in.

I'll drop around the hotel.

- Keep an eye on him, will you, Julie?

- Sure, Ben.

What are you gonna do

about finding Steve?

You think we could run this office

without a phone? Hello. What?

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry. What's that?

Who?

Hold on a minute.

Steve know anyone named Lee Quong?

- Who?

Chinese boy named Lee Quong.

- You ever hear of him?

- No, I haven't.

Hello, Haines? If he starts talking again...

...take down what he says.

We'll be right there.

This Quong was shot down in skid row.

He's been unconscious ever since.

You better come with me.

He keeps babbling about a fellow

named Connolly, may be your friend.

Captain.

- Hello, doc.

- I miss anything?

- Just mumbo jumbo.

- What are his chances?

- Don't put a bet on him.

He got two in the back, close up.

- You got the ballistics report?

- No, but I can guess it.

- Can I talk to him?

Go ahead.

Mr. Connolly...

Listen, Quong, which Mr. Connolly?

Do you know Mr. Walsh? Lou Walsh?

Lisa Raidoff?

Mr. Connolly.

Do you know Solly Blayne?

- Mr. Blayne?

- Yes, what about Mr. Blayne?

Mr. Blayne, Mr. Walsh's friend.

But now Mr. Blayne dead.

And nobody know who kill him.

That's why Mr. Connolly

come hide in Mr. Walsh's house.

So police don't find out...

...Mr. Walsh owe Mr. Blayne $40,000.

Mr. Walsh make him stay

in house all time.

Only Mr. Walsh ever go out.

Five days Mr. Connolly stay.

Ten days.

Me plenty sorry for Mr. Connolly.

Sorry for Miss Lisa too.

Coffee, Steve?

No, thanks.

What's the matter with the cops

in this town?

How long are they gonna take

to find out who killed Solly?

Maybe they'll never find out.

What's that?

Has it ever occurred to you...

...that perhaps Lou had something

to do with it?

Go on.

Why did he want Solly to think

that he was in Miami?

Why did he buy this house

under another name?

And why does he insist

that you stay here, out of sight?

And you think Lou killed him?

Isn't it possible?

It's possible there's 20 guys in this town

wanted to bump Solly.

Crooked gambler makes an enemy

every time he rakes in a pot.

These cigarettes are beginning to taste

like mud.

Well, if you think Lou's innocent...

...what does it matter if the police find out

he was in a crooked card game?

What do I do? Forget he gave me a break

when I needed one?

Lou helped you

because you were valuable to him.

You owe him nothing.

And you are not meant to live

in the jungle as he does.

If that's how you feel,

what are you doing here?

Didn't you know?

I like it here.

It's gay and exciting.

I have all I ever dreamed of as a girl.

Lou Walsh is my Prince Charming.

This hiding place, my castle.

What more could I ask?

I'm sorry.

I spoke out of turn.

I didn't mean to judge you.

You've been judging me

ever since we met.

And I've hated you for it.

Because you were right.

But are you any better?

You wanted to help your friend Bob.

You didn't mind taking a step backward.

Sure, but I knew what I was doing.

I walked in with my eyes open.

And I closed mine. I'd seen too much.

It's no excuse, I know that now.

I was a fool.

One should never close one's eyes.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I'm a coward.

And it's a cheap way to ask

for your respect.

You'll be all right.

Lou wants to marry you.

He told me himself.

I won't marry him. I don't love him.

I told him that from the beginning.

He accepted it.

He'll never accept it.

I've seen the way he looks at you.

And you, Steve,

why won't you look at me?

Why do we run away from each other?

- What is this? Your 10:00 joke?

- No.

Look at me.

For days now you have seen it in my face.

I know, because you won't look.

Steve, take me away.

Let's both get out of here.

- Stop it, Lisa.

- I can't.

I may never have another chance.

Steve, I love you.

I've never said that to anyone else.

I see Mr. Walsh outside in bushes.

Mr. Walsh look through window

at Mr. Connolly and Miss Lisa.

- Steve, where are you going?

- I'm going to tell him about us.

- And the police? What about them?

- Then I go to the police.

- I'll come back here as soon as I can.

- Wait.

- I want to go with you.

- All right. Get your coat.

It's very dark outside, but I see Mr. Walsh.

I see him watch Mr. Connolly get car.

I see him take off brake.

Steve!

Now, I should go to police...

...but maybe Mr. Walsh kill me too

if he know I see.

Go now while Mr. Walsh call doctor.

I go back downtown right now.

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