Hollywood Homicide Page #2

what do you want to be?

I want to be an actor.

You want to be what?

An actor.

What?

Okay...

You're gay.

I can deal with that.

You know I'm not gay.

Why do you want to do

something stupid like acting?

Because it's my bliss...

and I have to follow my bliss.

Turning into Oprah around here.

I rented a theater up

on Highland Friday night.

I invited some agents and producers.

It's called a showcase.

What are you going to showcase?

My talents.

Mr. Robert De Niro here.

Hey, detective, I know you're going to say

it's none of my business, but...

when's the last time you got laid'?

None of your business.

Right.

Say it ain't so, Joe.

Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ.

How's business, Jack?

Wanda.

Wanda...

Some trick's thumping on prostitutes.

We put our best female officer undercover

and she got hurt, so... I'm the bait.

Well, you look good.

Well, it never hurts to get a compliment,

but that's not why I was

shaking my booty at you.

I heard you're working that bloodbath over

at the Freeway Club.

Yeah.

Word's already out on the street

about the shooting.

Word is one guy slid

out without a scratch.

Got a name or anything?

Yeah, K-Ro or K-Mart or

K-Rock or something like that.

He was the group's main songwriter.

Somebody writes that sh*t?

Yeah, tell me about it.

Want me to drop you back where I got you?

Yeah, I got backup ready to pick me up.

Just swing me back around to Cherokee.

These heels are killing me.

Just killing me, man.

This is Ruby the psychic,

Ruby the night owl,

waiting for your calls,

your problems, your concerns.

Want to unravel the past?

Ruby can help.

Want to sort out the present?

Ruby can help.

Want to look into the future?

Ruby can do that too.

Just pick up the phone.

Smokey, where have you been?

Busy guy, Ruby!

Got something to share?

Tell me about the future.

I see some financial concerns.

Is that right?

Yep.

Wait a minute.

I'm seeing something

dangerous, maybe painful?

What else is new?

Whatever else is new will have to wait.

We're out of time.

Why do you always call so late?

Night owls, this is Ruby.

Mr. Sartain and I would like

to thank the two of you.

I'm Mr. Sartain's colleague,

Leroy Wasley.

Tell Mr. Sartain the deed's done.

Now, where's our money?

Here you go.

Tell me something.

You think Gavilan can

figure this thing out?

Bennie Macko's not going to let him.

He'll take him down first.

Why would Bennie Macko

believe all this bullshit

you've been feeding him, anyway?

I've known Bennie a long time.

He graduated in the

class right behind mine

at the Academy.

We were rookies together

in the same division.

He's a politically ambitious suit.

He listens to what I tell him.

Patience is not one of my virtues.

Let me explain something to you.

You can kill a street punk like Klepto.

It's no big deal.

These two bangers, they didn't

mean anything to anybody,

but you send them into an open nightclub

and they cap four guys?

That's another mess altogether.

The last time I checked,

I pay you to run my security,

not your mouth.

Let go of me,

you sons of b*tches!

Stella!

Stella!

Stella!

Not a knickknack knit-lock

knock-kneed Knickerbocker sock

off a hodgepodge, moss-blotched,

botched scotch block...

I got more time in the third-floor crapper

than you do on the job, pal.

You can't open my locker

without a search warrant.

I know my rights.

Well, I appreciate a man

who knows his rights.

There you go.

What's going on here, Captain?

This is Lieutenant Bennie Macko,

Internal Affairs.

Joe, you got a right to an attorney.

This is a fully authorized investigation

within the jurisdiction and the purview

of the Charter of the

City of Los Angeles...

Please.

I'll open it.

Go ahead.

I haven't been in there in 10 years.

You open it.

Open it.

Here are those shoes.

I thought I lost these.

I love these shoes.

Ever clean your locker?

Between finding, apprehending,

and convicting murderers

and cleaning my locker,

I kind of made a career

decision to do the former.

- You got a lot of lip.

- I got a lot of lip?

- Yeah, you do.

- I got a big nose too.

- Calden, open your locker.

- Why him?

Because he's your partner.

Open it.

Go ahead, open it.

No, don't open it.

You got something to hide?

Yeah, kind of.

You got to do it, son.

Porno.

Commingling funds?

That's my crime?

Commingling?

Guilty.

My alimony number one

comes from money commingled

with my beer money.

My refinanced car commingled

with the short-term loan

to keep the second mortgage paid off,

commingled with my alimony number three,

commingled with every goddamn dime

I've got tied up in my

Mt. Olympus property.

My whole life's commingled.

Well, I'm glad you brought up

the property on Mt. Olympus.

You're attempting to sell

it without disclosing

you also own it.

This isn't about real

estate, is it, Bennie?

Bennie, what the hell's going on here?

Look, as immediate

supervisor of these men,

you are bound to inform me

of any investigation

involving my section.

You're so informed.

You couldn't have told me first?

Welcome to the party, Leon.

I'm trying to find out what I'm guilty of,

besides going to one too many

airport real estate seminars.

Well, for starters, Sergeant,

you know a woman

named Cleo Ricard?

I talk to her.

Talk's cheap.

Because Administrative Vice,

which has been watching her for two years,

is on the verge of making

a major prostitution bust,

and you're in there making promises to her

to intervene.

You haven't registered her

as an informant.

Joe, is this true?

By itself, that's cause for suspension.

I mentioned her name to District

Attorney Gardner six weeks ago,

told him I was going to make a contact.

- He denies that.

- He's a liar.

I haven't registered her as an informant

because she hasn't informed yet.

I don't want to get buried

under a mountain of paperwork

just so Vice can tell me

to back off their suspect.

It's a big case for them.

Bigger than a quadruple murder?

Hey, this is not your decision.

Man...

As no charges have been made,

I request that you release

Sergeant Gavilan and Sergeant Calden

so they can resume their investigations.

Bennie?

Yeah, we'll talk about it...

when he's out of the room.

F*** you very much.

What is with that Macko guy?

Ah, he's a jerk.

A couple years ago,

he was lead detective

on those jockey love-nest murders.

You remember.

Big girls, little guys?

He was bragging to the papers,

and I proved he had

the wrong guy.

Embarrassed the sh*t out of him.

He's been wanting to get me ever since.

Now he's assigned to I.A.,

and he's taking his shot.

You can't trust cops.

Your dad was a cop.

Yeah, he was killed in the line of duty

under some bullshit circumstances.

No one was held responsible,

and his case was closed.

The feds investigate?

The word is they thought

his partner was dirty,

but the report's sealed... tight.

Well, I got a pal down there

who owes me a favor.

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