High Heel Homicide Page #3

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is find the suspect

and see if the show fits.

(SIGHS)

That's three down, sis,

one more to go.

(GASPS)

Hello, Rachel,

it's been a long time.

Sam,

what're you doing here?

You coulda called me, you know?

But I guess

after what happened, uh,

you didn't really want

to talk to me.

(SIGHS)

It was, uh...

it was a difficult time for me

as you can imagine.

I suppose so.

And after you accused my friends

- of killing your sister...

- It didn't matter, did it?

It's not like

anyone believed me.

The drunk airhead

who said she knew

who killed her big sister.

I was there, remember?

They all alibi'd one another.

Well, they would, wouldn't they?

There was no physical evidence.

What do you want, Sam,

why this rehash of the past?

- They're dead.

- Who?

Frank, Tom, Mick,

they're all dead,

- murdered.

- What?

Where were you earlier today?

(SCOFFS)

You don't think I had

anything to do with this?

- Where were you?

- I was at work.

You can call and check.

Sam,

I swear.

Rachel, I want you to know

that if it matters,

I believed you.

You did?

Yeah.

I mean, there is no

proof, but, yeah,

that's why I turned

my life around.

I stopped hanging out

with those guys,

I became an honest cop.

If there is such a thing.

I didn't think

anyone believed me.

I wish I coulda done

more for you at the time.

These past six years...

they've been hell.

I know.

I'm sorry.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

You're late.

It was a long night.

Any luck on that lead

you were following up on?

No, it was a dead end.

What're you working on?

I've been going over

the crime scene photos,

I can't seem to get those

letters out of my head.

A-L-L.

What does it mean?

I'm all done.

Or I'm gonna get all of them.

- All of who?

- Exactly.

I've been doing some

checking in on our victims,

they all knew each other.

We already knew that.

For chrissake,

I knew all of them.

We came from

the same neighborhood.

Yeah, but check this out.

Six years ago, a hooker

was killed at a nightclub

- in that neighborhood.

- Yeah, I remember,

I was there that night.

Then you know

that case went unsolved.

It's been sitting

in our cold case file

- ever since.

- So?

So I dug into

the old files and found

the investigating

officer's notes.

Did this guy

moonlight as a doctor?

His handwriting is terrible.

Yeah, and there aren't any

type-written copies,

assuming he even did them.

So what are you getting

from all this?

The sister of the hooked

ID'd our three victims

as the killers.

- She saw him?

- Didn't see the killing,

but swears she saw them

go into the back room with her

right before her body was found.

So why were

no charges ever brought?

Not enough evidence.

And the sister was so drunk

off her ass that night

no one thought

her very believable.

So what're you trying to say?

Sam, don't you get it?

We have a vigilante on our

hands, someone who thinks

those guys did kill that girl.

- The sister?

- Suspect number one.

Do we have an I'D on the sister?

No, the notes

are pretty terrible.

I can't even read the name,

I think it starts with an R.

That should

narrow it down a bit.

Very funny, Sam.

It's worse than you think.

What do you mean?

Apparently, the sister

fingered a fourth person,

someone she didn't know.

What?

Look at the name of the hooker.

Ally.

A-L-L-Y.

Sh*t.

There's another target

out there.

We need to find the Y?

Maggie,

long time no see.

- I've been busy.

- Sure, I understand.

- The usual?

- Yeah.

How's the police force

treating you?

I'm working a case right now.

It's a hard one.

Are there any easy ones?

(LAUGHS)

Not really.

I didn't think so.

So what have you

got for me, Brad?

I got whatever you need.

- Blonde, I think.

- Blonde it is.

She'll meet you in the VIP room

- in ten minutes.

- Thanks, Brad.

Anytime.

- Excuse me.

- Yes.

What can I get you?

I need a favor.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- I'm Rachel.

- Maggie.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Ugh! What're you doing?

I paid you.

Oh, you haven't paid

nearly enough.

You should know I'm a cop.

I know you are, Maggie.

- You're the last one.

- What?

You're the last one

who killed my sister.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, you know what's up

Let's do this

in the club

Whoa, hey, where're you going?

It's my sister.

Ah, she'll be fine.

Come on.

Yeah, you know what's up

Let's do this

in the club

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys,

one at a time.

It's my night off.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

- I should really...

- Come on.

Yeah, you know

what's up...

- What?

- Hello, Ally.

Maggie?

You didn't expect

to see her here, did you?

Oh, yeah, I never told you

that I know Tom here.

We used to work in the same

division for a few years.

Imagine our surprise

when Maggie tells us

that we have a snitch

trying to spill the beans

- of our little operation.

- I never meant...

Forget it, Ally,

Maggie told us everything.

- Mick, hold her steady.

- No!

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

Let's do this

in the club

Yeah, you know what's up

Let's do this

in the club

Can you get me another drink?

Of course.

Let's do this

in the club

Yeah, you know what's up

Let's do this

in the club

Yeah, you know what's up

Let's do this

in the club

Yeah, you know what's up,

let's do this in the club

Ally?

- Oh, sh*t!

- We've gotta get out of here.

- Yeah, but what about her?

- Forger her, let's go.

Ally?

(GASPS, SCREAMING)

What was your plan that night,

kill her, make it look

like an overdose?

A suicide, maybe?

She was a hooker, right,

disposable?

No one would even care.

(GASPING)

Ugh.

Something like that.

Ugh!

I'm sorry, Sam.

They killed my sister.

I understand.

You do?

I'm as much to blame

for it as they are.

- What?

- If I hadn't kept

you from going to her

that night.

Oh no, you couldn't have known.

Couldn't I?

They were my friends, Rachel,

guys from the neighborhood.

I knew what

they were capable of.

But I was more concerned

with dancing with this beautiful

woman who I just met...

I fell in love with.

I forgive you, Sam.

I forgive you, Sam.

I forgive you.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yep.

All right, I'll be right there.

This is it.

BRAD:
And so when

they never came out

and it was time to close,

I came in here,

and this is what I found.

You never saw

the other woman leave?

No, but there's a back door,

she could've left anytime.

Would you be able

to give me a description

- of this other woman?

- Absolutely.

It's such a shame.

She's so beautiful.

She's a police officer,

you know?

Yeah, I know.

She was my partner.

Get out.

I'm sorry, dude.

Yep.

Do you think they'll be able

to find the killer?

I hope so.

So often these cases

go unsolved.

Now think really hard, Mick,

are you sure

you don't remember me?

What, so she screws them

and she kills them?

You'd be shocked to learn

that I didn't get her number.

Yeah, this doesn't look like

your kind of place.

You still haven't

told me your sign.

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