Eyes of Laura Mars Page #2

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I just sit here.

-Hey, come on! I ain't got all day.

-Yeah, stuff it.

Let me through.

-Please, let me through.

-Hey, lady, you can't go...

Come on, let's go.

You gotta keep this area clear.

No! I saw it! I saw it!

Sal, I think we got a witness here.

I'm Detective Sergeant Volpe.

You saw this happen?

Yes.

Did you see the perpetrator?

What'd he look like?

His size, his colour?

Can you describe him?

No, no. I didn't see who.

What the hell did you see?

I saw it happen. But I...

Where were you standing?

-Where were you when it happened?

-I was a few blocks away.

You were a few blocks away?

What did you see it with,

a telescope?

Go get her.

Hey, lady!

Hey, lady.

Hey, hold it a minute!

Okay, who's next?

-I feel like a hooker.

-Really.

I'm bored.

Tommy Ludlow?

That's me.

How long do we have to sit around

this pigsty before we talk to someone?

Ex cuse me.

I represent Laura Mars.

She called me an hour ago.

-Who are you?

-Donald Phelps. I'd...

Okay, Donald Phelps, sit down

and behave yourself.

Pigsty.

You're a pretty

important guy around here.

Is this an accurate statement

of your experience?

Why were you at my opening?

Just getting to know you.

Why am I here?

I've given you a statement.

You certainly have.

Look, what's on those pages

is what I saw.

You can see that we might be having

difficulty absorbing it...

...even though

it is what you saw.

I'm going to call my lawyer.

I think it's the time to do that.

Or do you have

to read my rights first?

Hell, no.

I didn't even f risk you yet.

What about this?

That's legal.

Yeah, I know it's legal.

Why do you carry it?

Cut rope and sh*t.

Yeah, I know.

You probably just carry it...

...to protect Miss Mars'

fancy, expensive camera equipment.

And maybe protect her

f rom some creeps, right?

You're the man.

This whole city's f ull of creeps.

Right?

Guess which creep's arrest record

I have here.

What I'm trying to do is give...

...an account of the times

in which I'm living.

I've seen all kinds of murder.

Physical, yes. But moral,

spiritual, emotional murder!

I can't stop it, but I can show it.

I can make people look at it.

That's a very moral point of view.

Thank you.

I've got something

I want to show you.

Where did you get that?

This is you on the f ront

here, isn't it?

Have you ever seen...

...this particular copy

of this book before?

Yes. I saw it happen.

With your own eyes?

In a nightmare.

Were you f riends with Doris Spenser?

I knew her.

Business acquaintances.

And Miss Elaine Cassell?

I knew her...

...well.

I am sick and tired

of waiting back there!

Now I want to know

where my girlf riend is!

-My father is a very...

-My father can whip your father's ass!

Get him out of here.

If you want real suspects,

take a look at that number...

...you just dragged out.

That's right.

You can tell me anything you want.

Why don't you give me

a bit of that Rona Barrett?

Frankly, I don't do Rona Barrett.

How'd you like to see

my Barbara Walters?

Hey, I do a terrific Lloyd Bridges.

These are classified police

photographs of unsolved murders.

They've never been

published anywhere at all.

Now, what I would like you to do

is compare your photograph to ours...

...in this case...

...and in this case.

-My question is simple...

-Why are my photos so much like yours?

That's right.

When were these taken?

About two years ago.

This one, about 14 months.

-lt's disturbing.

-Extremely.

-No, the timing is disturbing.

-ln what way?

You go through definite periods

in your work.

About two years ago,

I began to see...

...images of murder, violence.

And it started to become

a part of my work.

By "see, " do you mean...

..."see" as you see

in your statement?

No, I would just be in

the middle of doing something...

...and suddenly,

images would come to me...

...well, like those.

You think I was in

those actual situations...

...committed the murders and

then re-created them in photographs?

I don't buy it.

Keep it moving, please.

-Get rid of him.

-I already told you once.

Let's go.

-How you doing, lieutenant?

-How you doing, Murph?

Just send it up. Elaine Cassell

apartment. That's right. Third floor.

I'd like to know if you recognize

any of these clothes.

I think...

...they're my husband's.

Husband?

Ex-husband.

We've been divorced over a year.

The last I heard, he was

living in San Francisco.

Well, he's back.

Obviously.

Was this going on

when you were married?

-What's his name?

-Michael.

Michael Reisler.

Is this him?

Is this a picture of your ex-husband?

Those are very nice clothes.

What does he do?

Did you buy those clothes?

Michael couldn't kill anyone.

Do you have any idea where he is?

No idea.

Are you still in love with him?

-May I go home now?

-Of course.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Good night.

Good night.

In case you need me, this is my number.

Call me anytime, day or night.

John Neville.

Thank you.

Lt. Neville...

Should I hire a bodyguard?

You already have one.

Quiet! Quiet now!

Michael!

What are you doing here?

How did you get in?

I still have a set of keys.

Don't look at me like that.

I did not kill Elaine.

Why would I? She was the best

meal ticket I ever had.

Second best. I was the best.

I was in San Francisco,

working on my novel...

...and I ran into her.

She convinced me to come back,

said she'd be good for me...

...make it easier for me to write.

I've missed you.

Oh, come on.

You know I only came back

to be near you.

I would have called you sooner or later.

I still love you, Laura!

Michael, stop it!

Oh, poor Elaine.

What good, good f riends.

I was your husband.

I was never your f riend.

But Elaine was.

Why Elaine?

Do you have to destroy

everything you touch?

This whole thing

is pointing towards me...

...and I did not do it!

Everything I have is in Elaine's

apartment. I have no money, no clothes.

The police are after me,

and now you provoke me!

You deliberately provoke me!

You may have these other

people fooled...

...but I know what a killer you can

be at 3:
00 in the morning.

-A killer at 3:
00...

-Where were you? Where?

When I needed some comfort,

where were you?

In your darkroom.

Where else could I find peace?

-You were drunk!

-You made it impossible for me to write!

That's not true!

You've been drunk

for the last six years!

But you!

Instant star of the world of chic!

Will $50 be enough?

I don't give a damn if everybody else

in Manhattan talks to the reporters.

I don't want you talking.

That guy's bullshit just won't quit.

I'd like to see him hit the streets.

-I don't think he could hack it.

-I know.

Hey, John, how come in that meeting...

...you didn't mention anything

about that Mars chick...

...seeing those things

and having dreams?

You don't believe her, Sal?

No.

You're playing with the big boys now!

Big boys!

Jesus!

-Hi, darling.

-Morning.

Sleep well?

What'd you find out?

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