Hollywood Homicide Page #3

Want to see the report, I'll make a call.

I'd appreciate it, yeah.

Hey, Joe, listen,

what I said last night

about you getting laid...

It's none of my business, you know?

It's no big deal.

Hey, just... be safe.

Safe?

Yeah.

That hooker last night.

That was a guy.

I don't need to know that.

That was a cop.

That was a guy cop.

A cop guy.

Okay.

Gavilan.

Hello, Joe.

Cleo.

I was just talking about you.

Well, I hope you were

saying something good.

Listen, Joe,

I have a little problem.

Vice is breathing down my neck.

Yeah, well, I.A.'s breathing down mine.

Let's go.

Come on, big boy.

Well, I might have something for you.

I'm listening.

Yeah, hi,

is this the William Morris Agency?

Yeah, hi, this is K.C. Calden.

I sent a headshot, a resume,

and an invitation

to a performance of

Streetcar Named Desire.

Hold him while I get

something out of the trunk.

Where you going?

Yes, yes, it's on Friday.

One of the girls that

works for me was a regular

for one of the guys

that got shot last night.

She was also a regular of Klepto's.

Well, you talk to Vice

and get them to back off me,

and I'll talk to the girl.

That's not the way it works.

You give me the girl,

then I'll talk to Vice.

Joe, why don't I send you

over a couple of ladies?

Big mistake.

Big, big mistake.

You could have a party.

On me.

We'll keep it out of the book.

What do you say?

Not my style, Cleo.

Call me back when you

got something real.

Yeah, I'll be playing the Brando part.

Hello'?

Let's go.

I'll call you back.

Whoo-hoo!

Ya!

I'm going to take him, Joe.

No, no, no!

The gun's still hot!

Stay down there.

Stay down.

Stay down, man.

Stay there.

Got a live gun here.

You're going to get yourself shot.

What are you talking about?

It's a standard-issue Beretta.

I counted.

And one in the spout.

Sh*t.

Did you lose this?

How do I look'?

You look all right.

Many thanks.

Now the buttons.

I can't do nothing with them.

You men with your big clumsy fingers.

May I have a drag on your cig?

What?

Okay"

Who writes this stuff?

Look, it's not stuff.

It's art.

In fact, it's one of the

greatest plays ever written,

and it's not the words

you're having trouble with.

It's the intention.

It's the lack of conviction.

If you give it some conviction,

then I can believe it

and we can have a back-and-forth.

I know you're playing

a girl, but come on...

Wait.

- What is this about?

- Just read the lines.

It's your turn.

You look like you raided

some stylish shops in Paris.

Wait a second, you skipped a line.

As a matter of fact,

you skipped a bunch of lines.

Never mind.

We're here.

K.C. Calden, Hollywood Homicide.

We're here to see Antoine Sartain.

He's in Recording Studio B, I think.

Is he expecting you?

Kind of.

Hollywood Homicide.

I want to talk to Antoine Sartain.

You gentlemen have an appointment?

You off-duty L.A.P.D?

You going to give me a hard time?

It's called a homicide investigation, man.

Yeah?

Well, you're not going in.

Oh, my God, he has a badge and a gun.

Get out of the way, will you, pal?

What, a cop's going to hit a cop now?

That's a good suggestion.

I'm filing police brutality charges.

Assault, harassment...

Let me help you out there.

Sergeant Willoughby?

Gavilan.

How's Betty?

The kids?

Okay, good.

Look,

I got an off-duty cop here

who wants to file a complaint against me.

Hold on a second.

There's been a misunderstanding.

Thanks a lot.

Finally.

This is the take.

This is the one, right here.

This is it, Butch.

This is the one.

Yo, that's it.

Come on in.

That's the best take.

We need some bells or something,

because this ain't happening.

Bells?

Everybody's using bells, man.

We need some radio...

Nobody cares about your opinion.

Guys, excuse me.

My opinion is gold!

Antoine Sartain?

Antoine Sartain?

L.A.P.D. Homicide.

What's this guy supposed to be, man?

I'm looking for Mr. Antoine Sartain.

Turn the music down.

Turn the music down.

Chill on the real.

On the real, chill.

What you want, man?

You know what?

You Hollywood d*cks are all the same.

Yeah.

You all saw that, right?

Yeah, that's police brutality.

Don't think I won't report you.

Help me out here.

Do you know this guy?

Help me out.

Do you know this guy?

Because I don't recognize him.

These the same guys?

These your friends?

Yeah, we know these guys.

That's my boy, man.

Do you know where I can find Mr. Sartain?

He just left.

He's on the 10th oor.

The elevator's over there.

Thank you very much.

K.C. Calden?

Silk Brown, baby.

Crenshaw High?

Yeah, man.

How you doing, brother?

I'm all right.

Told you I knew this dude.

I'm going to stick around here for awhile

and see if I can find out anything.

Look at him!

I didn't know you were a cop, man.

You know, actually,

I'm thinking about getting

out of this L.A.P.D. sh*t.

What you working, man?

You know, I did some

acting in high school.

Thinking about checking

out the whole movie thing.

There it is. I knew we

came here for a reason.

Baby, talk to him.

Go ahead.

Well, actually,

I did a Jell-O commercial once.

That's right.

The blue Jell-O girl.

That was me.

"J-E-L-L-O."

You did a great job in that.

Congratulations.

Thank you very much.

She sold a shitload of Jell-O too.

I believe that.

This is nice.

I'm trying to imagine what it was like

when this was all still glamorous.

It's been a long time

since anything happened

at Hollywood and Vine?

Can I offer you something?

Anything?

No, I just want to ask a few questions.

Oh, sure.

Sure.

Have a seat, please.

Thanks.

So, how long ago did you sign...

H2OKlick?

Five years ago.

I don't really know this music.

Were they good?

Most people don't know this,

but I lose money on 19

out of 20 new groups,

but one breakout...

One breakout pays for everything.

Were these guys going to break out?

They had a chance, yeah.

You know these fellows personally?

I can't afford to get too

close to any of my acts,

because sooner or later,

I'm going to have to break their hearts

and be the guy that doesn't

renew their contracts.

Brutal business?

Brutal business.

Brutal.

So, I don't have an agent right now,

but I can do accents.

I do English, I do Jamaican,

and even Texas,

and I even play the piano and tennis.

Yeah, man, she real good, dude.

But look, Silk got this

script that's off the hook.

Man, it's tight.

I got a script with Oscar

sh*t written all over it.

Let me tell you what it's called.

Yeah, what's it called, man?

Tell him.

Tell him the title.

You will love this title, man.

Tell him the title.

Yeah, let me hear the title.

It's called...

Listen to this.

Nasty.

Tell me that ain't hot.

I'm into titties and sh*t blowing up,

you know what I'm saying?

But nothing exploitive.

You've got to respect the female.

Always.

You know, maybe I can

help you out with this,

but you guys can help me out too.

You know, give me a call

if you hear anything

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