Bare Witness Page #2

Hey, Julie, you left--

I have this friend.

He has this thing for women.

Every night.

$100 for a hand job.

$500 for the whole shebang.

He told me all about you.

How you like to videotape

your sessions.

How come you do that?

I like to watch.

So do I.

Why watch another man

making love to a woman...

...when I can watch myself?

But this friend

who told me about you...

...he decided he didn't want anyone

seeing his face on videotape.

Who's your friend?

You met him the other night

at the Barrington Wilshire Hotel.

Gav?

Gav wants his tape back.

I don't have it. It's not--

It's at home.

Did you see the tape?

Did you?

No. No, I swear I didn't see it.

Are you sure?

You can let Miss Spencer out now.

-Excuse me, miss?

-Yeah?

This what you've been doing

with your time?

You like?

Really pretty. They ought to be

in a damn museum.

Here.

What's this?

Homicide. Want it?

A hooker stopped a couple of bullets

with her chest.

Penance is over?

Yeah.

You learned your lesson.

Right?

I solemnly swear to never call

Mayor Garland an a**hole again.

Cross my heart.

Of course, only when he's not looking.

Why the change of heart?

A**hole's gonna lose.

Hey, cap.

Thanks.

-Looking for somebody?

-Carly. You seen her?

If she's not home,

she's usually on the roof.

-The roof?

-Up that way.

Same stairs? Great.

-Okay.

-Thanks.

-Bye-bye.

-Bye-bye.

No, she never came home last night.

Yeah, I know.

But she would have called.

Yeah, I know.

Can you hang on a second?

-Carly Marsh?

-Yeah.

Detective Killian. Got some questions

to ask you about Julie Spencer.

All right.

Let me call you back.

Julie's parents live in Detroit.

They're religious.

She used to say they made

Jerry Falwell look like John Holmes.

One day they caught her with a boy

and kicked her out.

And she hasn't....

Hadn't seen them since.

Julie's body was found in a dumpster

in Hollywood.

Any idea how it got there?

No.

I thought she was gonna be at work.

Where would that be?

She was making an adult film at--

In Slim's studio in Van Nuys.

Slim. Who's that?

Her manager.

His real name is Max Reuter.

That might be a good name

to write down.

Okay. So the body's found

in Hollywood...

...and you dropped her off

in the Valley.

What was she doing

on the other side of the hill?

-I don't know.

-You don't know.

Who would?

I don't know. A client, maybe?

I'm sorry? Client? Can you

elaborate on that a little bit?

Julie turned tricks.

She needed the extra cash.

Julie turned tricks.

Do you have any of the names

of her clients?

No. She didn't have

any regular clients.

Slim called her

with guys who needed dates.

Any of these guys ever

hurt her in any way?

No. She would have told me.

And if it was last night,

she wouldn't have had the chance.

From the looks of it.

I tried to make her stop...

...because I thought something bad

was gonna happen.

You two get along?

Yeah, we're like sisters.

You ever fight?

Of course. Everyone fights.

What did you fight about?

What do you and your wife fight about?

-Lots of things.

-Exactly.

Who's gonna walk the dog,

take out the garbage....

Professional jealousy.

You two ever spar about that?

No. I don't take my clothes off

for a living.

I loved Julie.

I would never, ever hurt her.

Are we done here?

Yeah, for now. Can I call you a cab?

I'll take the bus.

Not at this time of night.

We're downtown.

Well, then I'll walk.

So dramatic.

Miss Marsh?

-You don't need to escort me home.

-Just part of the job.

This is it.

If you need anything, or think

of anything in addition to--

You know what I mean. Here's my card.

Thanks. Good night.

Stop! Knock it off!

But she saw my face.

Move. Go.

She won't remember. Move.

Come on.

Go.

So, what else did they take?

-Julie's video collection.

-What kind of video collection?

She made tapes when she worked.

She was gonna make a documentary.

Did she keep any tapes anywhere else?

Or have a second VCR?

No, that's the only one.

Were there any of her

clients' phone numbers around?

Check her address book, but she

didn't call for work. Slim called her.

Slim. This guy's name keeps coming up.

There might be....

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

As long as my knees don't give out.

You got someplace to stay tonight?

Yeah, here. This is my home.

I don't think

that's a very smart idea.

I'll be all right.

I work in a bar, remember?

I'll be fine.

Okay, but I think you'll need

some protection.

You gonna give me your piece?

You wish.

Spray this right in their face, okay?

Within seconds they'll be

clawing their eyes out.

How romantic.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I....

I should probably get going.

Okay.

Detective?

Julie was my best friend.

Find these guys.

I'll try my best.

You should get some sleep.

-I'll check up on you tomorrow, okay?

-Okay.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-Any luck?

-Last one.

Now, she knows how to f***.

Where's the tape, Marina?

You're getting awfully paranoid.

It's hard not to be. Especially when

you delight in my mistakes.

In case you've forgotten,

if you go down, I go down.

Then you're not conniving,

you're careless.

At least I'm not the one

whose face is all over the video.

Stop.

Come here.

-What was that all about?

-Just making a point.

Good.

I seem to remember a starving,

barefoot little street rat...

...who pulled a knife on me

in Tijuana.

I liked that kid.

She was prepared to kill

to get what she wanted.

The killer instinct

in its purest form.

What happened to that kid, Marina?

What happened to her?

What happened to that kid, Marina?

She's not hungry anymore,

is she?

She's warm and safe.

And she has a future. Thanks to me.

Thanks to me!

Find that tape. And don't come back

until you do.

Schools and courts are open today

for the election.

Mayor Garland and his opponent

addressed supporters to draw votes.

It's been a tight race.

But I am convinced

the people recognize...

... the great accomplishments

we've made...

-...and will decide against a change.

-Mayor Garland!

I've been reminded that Councilman

Frank Constantine is home recovering.

He asked me to tell his constituents

he'll be back in no time.

Ms. Washington?

-Hello?

-Hey!

You still alive?

-Concerned?

-Curious.

-Curious isn't gonna cut it.

-Okay.

I'm gonna visit Slim,

check his story. I'll call later.

-Where are you gonna be?

-Drinking. Then I have to go to work.

-You know what, where do you work?

-Slim's.

Slim's.

I thought you didn't do

that kind of work.

It's not work. It's entertaining.

Besides, I meet interesting people.

I guess it's none of my business.

Slim owns a bar on Pico.

I'm the bartender.

Listen, I'll call you later.

Two brunettes, 500.

Two blonds, 750.

Yeah, they're real. Try to pop them

if you don't believe me.

Hang on a sec.

Hey! We ain't open yet!

I'll call you back.

-Officers, what can I do for you?

-Max Reuter, a.k.a. Slim.

Yeah. That's me.

We'd like to ask you

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