Bare Witness Page #3

about Julie Spencer.

Julie? That crazy girl

get herself in trouble again?

Sort of.

Went and got herself dead.

-Jesus. No sh*t?

-No sh*t.

Found her body not far from here.

Any idea how it got there?

What, me? No, I--

That's funny, Slim.

You were her manager, weren't you?

Well, yeah. But look,

Julie freelanced a lot.

She felt I wasn't getting her

good enough gigs. Maybe I wasn't.

But I got 30 girls hustling

for maybe 10 jobs a month.

I'm spread pretty thin over here.

What gigs are we talking about?

Dancing gigs.

-Bachelor parties. Birthdays.

-What about porno?

What about it?

Didn't you hire Julie

for a porno last night?

Nope. Not last night.

We shot a new girl.

Eighteen.

She was the hottest piece of ass

to ever come through my door.

High praise.

A lot of girls come here.

So you let Julie go...

...because you were gonna

use the new piece of ass?

Look, detective.

There was no job.

I never called her.

-I never promised anything.

-So, Slim?

We have a witness who says

you hired Julie for this porno.

No, she's lying!

Now, if you will excuse me,

I have a bar to open.

Funny thing. We never mentioned

if the witness was a he or a she.

We'll be in touch.

Did you get it?

"52 Tokens of Affection."

What is that?

You told me to be

more romantic with Holly.

Each card gives you

a different romantic idea.

I thought you were

swiping his address book.

Chill, okay?

Now give me my cards back.

You need to get

your priorities in order.

-F***ing cards.

-So do you.

Found him today in his condo.

Apparent suicide.

-Who is it?

-Murder weapon in his hand.

Powder residue all over him.

-Who is this guy?

-Name is Gav Reed.

I didn't suspect a thing

until the coroner showed me this.

-Sh*t! That's a silver-tipped .44.

-So what?

Ballistics confirmed Reed was killed

by the same gun fired at Constantine.

Holly? You caught the killer.

Good job.

Not so fast, team. Okay?

Especially not in the age

of Internet news flashes.

One more thing, captain.

I found this in his coat pocket.

It's a key card to

the Barrington Wilshire.

Records show he was checked in

the night of the shooting.

Good work, McGee.

Let's keep this under wraps.

-Any progress on that dead hooker?

-I met the manager. He's full of sh*t.

Dalton grabbed his address book.

We'll see if we can get any leads.

Keep me in the loop on this one.

-Hey. Great job, Holly.

-Thank you.

What are you doing?

Making a special invitation.

-For what?

-Wouldn't you like to know?

That is a hell of a wrapping job.

You've really missed a career call.

Who's the lucky girl?

-You bring me to the nicest places.

-You wait here.

Don't take too long, huh?

I might get lucky.

Slim, come on.

I'm not giving you a raise.

But my rent is due. And with Julie

gone, I can't make it myself.

Well, then,

there is your old job back.

Hello, Ian.

Hey. Why don't you go

mop down the bar?

-You are heartless.

-Yeah.

You want a drink?

This is not a social visit.

-Come on. Sit down.

-My secretary said you called.

-Something about "life and death"?

-Yeah.

Two detectives came to see me

about Julie Spencer.

Julie Spencer?

Yeah. That girl you hired

the other night.

I lied, of course,

to cover your ass.

You didn't say

you were planning to kill her.

What makes you think

I would do such a thing?

Come on, Ian.

It's so obvious.

I've got to tell you...

...I'm not thrilled about being

in the middle of murder.

If the cops find out I knew

anything, they'd shut me down.

Or even worse.

What do you want?

Well, Ian...

...the way I see it...

...you got me into this mess.

Now you can pay me to get out.

Thanks.

What was that all about?

Are you jealous?

Silicon Valley?

He's going to get me a good deal

on a new computer.

Well, that's gotta beat the

cheap things I've brought home.

-Somebody call a taxi?

-I was thinking you wouldn't show.

-Wow, that's you!

-Bimbo in the middle.

Me in my airbrushed glory.

That's so cool.

Where's your name?

-Right down there.

-Bette Jo Hepburn?

Bette Davis, Joan Crawford,

Katherine Hepburn.

I thought if I named myself after

great actresses, it would bring luck.

But all it got me

was this palatial estate.

-So you're an actress?

-Yeah, well, not in that.

Slim denies putting Julie

in that movie.

Well, he lied.

She told me so herself.

She'd have no reason to lie.

What's all that stuff?

-Where'd you get these?

-Julie brought them from her date.

Her spoils, as she called them.

Julie ever mention a Gav Reed?

Gav? Maybe. Why?

We found him dead. He had a hotel

key card on him with this name on it.

-So Julie's date was a hit man?

-It's probably him on the tape.

But you said he was dead.

Obviously, someone else

has a stake in finding it.

Miriam! It's okay.

-Are you okay?

-I spilled my drink.

-Can you help her?

-I think I'm okay.

-I'm all right. No, I'm not.

-Take it easy.

-Are you all right?

-I'm okay.

-You're good?

-Let's help her downstairs.

All right. Take it easy.

-You wanna come in?

-No, we can't.

Well, I was talking to the hunk.

That's flattering, but I gotta go.

I've gotta get you into bed.

-You can stay.

-No, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Good night.

Okay, Lucky, cop's gone.

She's downstairs at the neighbor's.

Good night.

Lucky, she's coming back up.

What the hell?

Don't you f***ing move!

Where's that--?

Lucky? Are you okay?

Sh*t!

Cut! Cut!

I didn't have a shoot

scheduled tonight.

Who's the girl?

Hey, weren't you at my bar tonight?

You noticed?

Well, you ain't hard to notice.

So you're looking for a manager?

What do you do?

Lately?

Everything.

Well, that's good. Because...

..."everything" just happens

to be my business.

Nice.

You want to show me?

Yes.

I do.

But first...

...I want to talk.

You like talking?

About Ian Hunter?

Okay, this audition happens

to be over.

Did Detective Killian put you

up to this?

No!

You don't understand.

I work for Hunter.

But he abuses me and I want out.

I know you made a deal with him.

But I can get you more money

if you do me a small favor.

What favor?

I need that tape.

The one with Julie Spencer

and Gav Reed?

I don't have any tape. Should I?

Maybe the hooker sent it to you.

You know, Ian would spend

a small fortune to get it back.

Oh, really?

So Ian is in trouble, is he?

Yes.

Maybe I should warn Ian...

...that one of his girls

is trying to f*** him over.

Maybe he'd sweeten

my deal a little, huh?

Haven't you heard about Latin women?

We can be very...

...spicy...

...and tempestuous.

But if we don't get what we want...

...we can be very mean.

Don't!

Don't go back to your apartment

tonight. It's not safe.

You should stay here.

You can have the bed.

I don't want to disturb you.

You've done so much for me.

Don't worry about it.

So who's this?

That's my ex-wife.

We're still friends.

Nothing more?

Sorry, it's none of my business.

No, no. It's okay.

She's a cop. We were partners.

When we got married,

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