Beyond A Reasonable Doubt Page #4

What does it say about the victim?

You are beyond a prick.

I am a prick that is going to win

us a Pulitzer Prize, my friend.

- Now have they ID'd the victim yet?

- Doris Ruth Owens.

Sh*t.

She was just 22 years old.

Lots of arrests for solicitation,

some for drugs.

A coulpe here in Shreveport.

Nice.

Others in Virginia, Maryland,

New Jersey, New York.

One way to see America...

on your back.

So let's make our shopping list.

We really gonna do this?

You boys lost?

Crate & Barrel is about

four blocks that way.

Actually, we're...

we're looking for a switchblade,

about four inches.

Some bully picking on you during recess?

Taking your lunch money?

- It's got to have a white handle.

- Switchblades are illegal.

- I know that.

- You a cop?

- No.

- What about your sister over there?

Who, me? Cop? No.

Do I look like a cop?

You know?

- It's a prop.

- A what?

We're making an independent film.

One of the characters

has to use it in the scene.

You've got to be joking.

Do I look like the type of man

that tells a joke?

No, you don't.

Come on.

I mean, it's way too much.

Well, why don't you try Walmart?

Maybe they'll have one.

Wait.

and throw in a can of pepper spray.

Sounds like a pretty violent

movie you two are making.

- Yeah.

- That's what sells.

Cash only.

You got 150?

How's it going?

All right.

- Can I get a receipt?

- No.

- Why not?

- 'Cause I never sold you that.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Go right ahead.

What happens with that nose ring

when you sneeze?

It gets snot on it.

Okay, let's...

Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

Are you looking for

a specific type of dog?

A Jack Russell terrier.

Like the kind in "Mask"

or "Frasier. "

I think I know what a Jack Russell is.

Thank you.

We have one

that's mostly Jack Russell.

He's out there.

He's not a purebred.

If you're looking for a pedigree,

this is not the right place for you.

- Is he the same size?

- Yes.

Could we see his teeth?

You can tell he's not too old.

These little fellas

can be a real handful.

You might want to think

about getting him fixed.

- He's completely housebroken.

- That makes one of you.

- We'll take him.

- That's a wonderful thing you're doing.

Would you mind holding this up?

For posterity.

I know what it's like.

My wife has to document every occasion

like it's a presidential inauguration.

Well, I hope he brings

lots of happiness

to you both.

- Thanks.

- Appreciate it.

- Come on.

- Here you go.

These doggy treats actually

smell kind of good.

I think I might try one.

- I'm gonna name him Woodward.

- Nice.

All right, Woodward.

That's it, get it.

Bite the pants.

Come on.

There you go, buddy. Bite it.

Yeah, get 'em.

All right, grab a beer.

- I'm gonna throw these things on.

- All right.

Ow! Not yet, you moron.

Finley, get in here.

- What happened?

- Look at this.

- God damn, this hurts.

- Damn! From that little dog?

- Sh*t.

- Give me the newspaper.

- Put it in the shot.

- All right.

Grab that.

Little bastard wouldn't even wait

for me to get everything ready.

- You got it?

- Got it.

Who the hell wears a Montalvo?

Never heard of it.

We searched every

retailer in Shreveport.

None of them have ever

carried a Montalvo.

They stopped making it in 1999.

That tells you how popular they were.

Maybe the guy is from Italy.

Right, this has all the earmarks

of a mafia hit.

What about a tourist, you know,

looking for some late-night action?

Maybe.

- I don't know.

- This smells like an evidence box

stored next to all those other evidence

boxes of unsolved homicides.

I hate that smell.

I really do.

All right, let's do this.

Okay.

Yeah, there you go.

Okay.

- Got that?

- Yup. Sure you want to do this?

I'm sure I don't want to do it.

It's just the pattern may be different

- if we just sprayed the mask.

- Okay.

Think Katie Couric would do this

for a story?

She had a colonoscopy on national

television for God's sake.

Huh.

Okay, here goes.

God! Sh*t!

Oh sh*t. Put your head up.

Grab the newspaper.

- I can't see.

- Grab it. It's right...

Oh God, I'm tasting it.

- Christ, that burns.

- Just hold it up.

You're all heart, you know that?

You got it?

- Yeah, I got it.

- Okay, the water. Give me the water.

Tomorrow night's the night.

We could go to jail for this,

couldn't we?

- It's possible.

- Just checking.

All right, I'm gonna make

a backup disc

and I'm gonna keep the original

locked in my desk.

You can back out now

if you really want to.

Just give me the tape

and the backup DVD

and I'll never reveal

you were behind the camera.

What if they threaten you with jail?

I'll already be in jail,

so what the hell's the difference?

Okay, what if they go all Guantanamo

on you and start doing torture sh*t?

- Then I'd definitely crack.

- Exactly.

But I couldn't bear the thought of you

winning the Pulitzer all by yourself.

Just remember, we can't breathe

a word of this to anyone.

Not even my own lawyer can know.

Nothing, or he'll be disbarred.

- All right.

- Nobody can know.

Absolutely nobody.

No exceptions.

What about the lady with the fantastic

tits that works at that bar on Piedmont?

- Okay, just her.

- And what about the one with the tattoo?

Shut up.

- I'm just as scared as you are.

- No you're not.

This way.

Come on.

- You lied to me.

- What?

- You said you hated small dogs.

- Oh.

- Hey.

- Hi.

I was at the animal shelter

doing a story.

He was pretty hard to resist.

He promised he wouldn't yap.

- Hello. What's your name?

- You're asking him?

Probably gonna have

a bit of a wait there.

- It's Woodward.

- Hello, Woody.

Your eyes are red.

Have you been crying?

Just allergies from the dog.

- Hello. Oh.

- Would you stop that?

- Oh my.

- I would like to kiss you, you know.

- What's stopping you?

- He is. It'd be like kissing him.

No, there's a difference.

Try it.

Come on.

Don't be a chicken.

Ugh!

See? Now me.

Mmm.

No thanks. I prefer sugar

with my coffee, not salt.

Oh, sorry.

It's understandable,

they're both white.

- Where are you?

- What?

Where are you?

I'm, uh...

I'm just a little distracted.

It's nothing.

I'm sorry.

It's because I said the L word

last night, isn't it?

- You said you're a lesbian?

- Don't bullshit me now.

I'm sorry.

I was an idiot.

I didn't mean to pressure you.

I just got kind of carried away

in the heat of passion.

No. No, that's not it.

I was glad you said it.

I was thrilled.

Actually, I feel the same way.

Was it just the heat of passion

that made you say it?

No. You do?

What? I'm confused now.

No, it wasn't the heat

of passion that made me say it.

You do feel the same way?

You know I do.

- I...

- You don't have to say it.

No, I think I do.

I love you.

Listen to me.

Listen to me very carefully.

- You might hear some things.

- What kind of things?

Things...

not necessarily good things.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm asking you to trust me.

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