Double Whammy Page #5

- Excuse me.

- Hey!

Detective.

Sir...

I don't know.

Just answer the

question, sweetheart.

No. I told you I never

saw them before.

Look at me. Come on.

How did they get in?

Did you buzz them in?

Leave her alone.

What are you doing here?

- This is my case.

- We got this case an hour ago.

- Where were you?

- Touch her again, I'll lay you out.

Stop it!

You can't come in here!

God damn it, Pluto!

This is bad,

- very bad.

- Lieutenant...

Just shut up, because I'm

starting to get confused.

Are you trying to solve

murders or cause them?

Why am I responsible because

I live in that building?

It's never your fault, is it?

You never take responsibility

for anything, do you?

Yes, I do.

Let me prove it by

giving me this case.

Let me have this case, please.

You and Cubbins have

the body art murder.

The guy's a friend of mine.

He's hanging by a thread.

I know his wife and daughter.

Give me one more shot.

No. Dimitri's got it.

Anything you want to tell me?

- About what?

- The case.

- You got any leads?

- You're a detective.

- Detect.

- Cut the f***ing attitude!

You got any information,

give it to him now!

- Sorry. I don't know anything.

- Hey, Pluto.

I hear the girl and her

father were fighting a lot.

Who said that?

A neighbor said they were

going at it pretty heavy.

- Heavy?

- Yeah.

No, not heavy. Just typical stuff

between father and daughter.

Wait a minute.

What are you saying?

I'm not saying anything.

You're trying to bring

her in on this.

I can't f***ing believe you!

That's enough!

Get the hell out!

That's his only daughter.

She loves him.

She used to fish with him!

She bought him a necklace.

She loves him!

You son of a b*tch!

- Get the hell out!

- She loves him!

Get out of here!

Have some respect for your job!

What's wrong with you people?

Are you blind?

God!

He's her father!

"Super...

at...

hospital...

barely conscious."

F***ing guy's still alive, Jojo!

Not for long.

What about us?

- It don't say nothing.

- Read it to me!

It just says it was two

guys "that nobody saw,

except the daughter, who was

unable to give a des...

- des..."

- Description!

"Police say no other res...

residents wit...

nessed the stabbing."

I saw the guy in the window.

- He was looking at me!

- Then what's going on?

I don't know.

Maybe they're waiting for

us to make a mistake.

Maybe this guy's scared

and hasn't told anybody.

Look at those tears.

That sh*t looks so real.

We should have done her.

She'll talk.

No!

She can't touch us without

bringing herself down!

All we have to do is

say the f***ing truth.

She hired us!

You really think

that guy's seen us?

He called us f***ing Spics!

- Let's go do him.

- No.

We're not going to do sh*t!

We just have to sit here and think!

We just gotta f***ing think!

It's a thinking man's game

and you're not thinking!

So think!

We should just go do him!

Let's go waste him

right now, Jojo!

Can you sit down?

You're making me nervous.

You should be nervous, man.

The super was stabbed yesterday.

How does that make you feel?

I'm bummed for the guy.

No, Duke!

He was almost killed,

right in that window.

There's some weird

energy coming in here.

- Can you feel it?

- Yeah, I feel it.

It's intense, right?

It's very intense, man.

That's exactly what's missing

from our screenplay.

And my biggest problem

is the guy in the chair.

He doesn't move, he doesn't talk.

He just sits there.

What do you want him to do?

We may have to "illuminate"

the whole scene.

No, I'm not losing that

sh*t with the darts.

That sh*t's fresh... dope.

It's totally whacked.

- Why are you talking like that?

- Talking like what?

"Dope," "fresh," "whacked."

- N*gger, you ain't Black.

- I know that!

- Then talk normal, will you?

- Well...

I thought I was, man!

Damn!

I know this is difficult,

Mrs. Fontaine,

but do you know anyone who would

want to kill your husband?

Have you talked to the

people next door?

- The tattoo parlor?

- "Mr. Magic."

They've always been jealous

of our celebrity clientele.

They have a walk-in

trade, mostly tourists.

And you think they might

have killed your husband?

Doesn't it seem logical?

I don't know, Mrs. Fontaine.

Maybe it was someone else.

- Someone who didn't get it.

- Didn't get what?

Maybe someone who walked in

here and saw all this... stuff

and could only see it

as a bunch of morons

poking f***ing holes in themselves.

Maybe some guy saw this

and said, "That's it!"

and shot your husband.

What the hell was that about?

- That woman just lost her husband!

- I'm sorry.

Every time I think about

Dimitri getting that case...

- That's my case!

- It's not!

It's Dimitri's!

Deal with it!

Listen to this.

I went fishing with the

super down by the river.

Two Latino punks

showed up with a gun.

And they were gonna waste him.

I gashed one of them with a

fishhook that cut him in the neck.

If it's the same guys,

Maribel may have seen it.

Jesus Christ! I hate that

brown-nose prick too,

but if you know

something, tell him!

I will, but I want to

talk to the girl first.

Poor kid, she's

probably devastated.

What am I talking about?

- That's me.

- That is not you...

- "Loser cop."

- That is not you!

Only thing they left out is

"loser father, loser husband."

Cut this sh*t out right now!

Shelley loved you. If she heard

you, she'd kick your ass!

I shouldn't have bought that paper.

What paper?

Shelley said to me, "Let's go."

And I said, "I want

to buy this paper.

If you're in a hurry, go ahead."

So she went ahead and...

I stopped to buy the paper.

If I hadn't bought the paper...

I saw the van coming...

I could have saved her.

Ray, that is not your fault.

That was an accident.

Why don't you take off?

I'll cover for you in the book.

Just go home and take it easy.

- All right. Maybe you're right.

- You'll be all right.

Thanks, man.

Come on. I love you, man.

Okay? I mean it.

Hey, f*ggot, why don't

you just kiss him?

Why did you say, a**hole?

Greasy, f***ing fat pig!

- I didn't mean it.

- What did you say?!

You're busted!

Hello.

You know what, Abdul?

I'll need another candle.

Which one you like, Mr. Ray?

I'll let you pick, this time.

Here we go.

This one will be good for you.

Okay. Wrap it up, my friend.

Maribel, do we have money?

I don't even know...

Did I pack my card?

You've got your card.

- Mrs. Benitez.

- Hi.

- I'm so sorry about Juan.

- Thank you.

- We're gonna go see him now.

- Is he conscious?

No, because he lost so much blood.

I promise we'll find those guys.

And if you need anything,

you let me know, okay?

Do you mind if I ask

Maribel a quick question?

- Sure

- Thank you.

I know this is a

tough time for you,

but did one the men who stabbed

your father have a cut on his face?

- A cut?

- On his cheek.

Maybe it was bandaged.

Do you remember?

No.

Okay.

- Thanks.

- Come on.

- Hasta la vista.

- Hasta luego.

Hasta manana.

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