Hollywood Homicide Page #4

about what's going down

with this H2OKlick thing,

all right?

We ain't no snitches or

nothing like that, you know.

Come on now.

I don't want to ask you to do that.

No, you hold onto that, you know,

just in case something comes up.

You never know.

How much time you spend

in the joint, Antoine?

Much too long for my taste.

My accountant let me down.

Something about commingling of funds.

Yeah, that could happen to anybody.

Must take a lot of money

to get one of these groups

up and running.

How much did you have invested in Klepto?

Now, that was a bad investment.

He left my label.

Why you asking?

I'm just fascinated by the music business.

One last thing.

Young fellow, goes by the name of K-Ro.

Did some songs for H20.

Happen to know his real name

or where I can find him?

I'd like to ask him a few questions.

K-Ro...

No, I don't...

I don't even know the guy's real name.

I mean, most of these kids

have some badass names.

They all think they're thugs.

For most of them, it's just an act.

Bunch of mama's boys.

One minute they want to

be down with a brother,

the next minute, they want

to be some ungrateful asses.

Half of 'em would be dead or in prison

if it wasn't for me.

You know what I'm saying, detective?

It's just a game.

Nothing but a game.

Well, we got four mama's boys

laying on slabs at the morgue.

It wasn't a game last night.

I'll let you go.

Thanks for your help.

If you think of anything more,

you let me know, okay?

Sure.

Detective...

Yeah?

What, are you trying

to sell me some real estate?

What do you got?

I know Sartain's lying to me.

How do you know that?

His lips are moving.

What do you got there?

A script from the guys in there.

They said they'll let me know

if they come across anything.

They say they don't know

anything about last night.

They're lying too.

Did you get the name of that producer

that's trying to sell his house?

Sh*t.

I'll get it now.

Just a second.

Mimi?

Mona, right.

Sorry.

Do you know the name of that producer

selling his place up on...

Yeah.

Thank you.

Yeah, sorry.

Bye.

Jerry Duran?

Jerry Duran?

Used to be huge.

Joe, somebody's stealing your car.

Yeah, but look, it's insured,

so it's okay.

No, it's not okay.

Hey. Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Out of the way!

Stop!

Police!

Stop!

All right.

Get out of the car!

Get your hands up!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Get down! Get down!

Down on the ground!

Get your hands where I can see them, guys.

Behind your back.

Don't cuff us, dude.

We weren't stealing your car, man.

We're repo guys.

You kidding me?

Nice shot, slick.

Now we got to spend the afternoon

booking car thieves?

Filling out paperwork?

They weren't stealing it, Joe.

What do you call it?

Repo.

Apparently, you're

behind on your payments.

You a**holes.

Get out of here.

Get out of here, goddamn it!

Get out!

Sh*t.

That was a good tire.

Hey, Roy!

Joe Gavilan just left.

Yeah, he was in here looking for K-Ro.

He must've been

the other guy backstage.

'Toine, listen to me.

It's taken care of.

It's not taken care of.

If it was taken care of,

Gavilan wouldn't be here in my face.

After tonight, K-Ro's just a memory.

Not after tonight.

Take care of it.

Take care of it now.

By the time Homicide finds him...

Get it taken care of.

Now.

K.C.!

Kimberly!

Shawna.

You dog, you.

Yes?

L.A.P.D. Mr. Duran, please.

One moment, please.

You just shut up and

let me do the talking,

all right?

Gentlemen?

Mr. Duran, Hollywood Homicide.

Detective Joe Gavilan.

My partner, K.C. Calden.

There must be some mistake.

I think I've got a buyer for your house.

I won't go a penny under 5.7.

I was thinking closer to 6.

So that's what, five bedrooms?

Six bedrooms upstairs, six baths.

Guest house has two baths,

two bedrooms.

And the servants' quarters,

two bedrooms, two baths.

Now, this room's a beaut.

You got a whole view of

Benedict Canyon. It's...

Hey, don't you have something

to do in the kitchen?

There's a lost wax fountain

down at the bottom of this.

It's a piece of work.

You should see that,

and this is our living room.

Mr. Duran, are you still

making music and movies?

When I can, kid.

Well... what are you

doing on Friday night?

Friday night's a long time away, kid.

Beautiful house, Mr. Duran.

Thank you.

I've got a desperate buyer.

Give me a three-day exclusive listing

on the house.

If I don't sell it in

that time, deal's off.

I'll give you 48 hours.

The great... and the near-great.

I used to be huge.

I could be huge again.

You're still huge to me, Mr. Duran.

You got 72 hours to sell my house.

Thank you.

Let me show you the door.

Joe Gavilan.

Look,

I found you your big house with class,

but you got to get over here right away.

There's a lot of interest.

Man, what's up with you, man?

I got $6 million.

You been talking about a house.

Show me the house.

Beverly Hills.

How soon...

Within an hour?

Okay, great.

Gavilan.

Yeah, Leon?

Mando's got something for you.

Hold on.

Yeah, Joe.

The kid who split the club...

K-R0, born Oliver Robidoux, 5/78.

Went to Leuzinger High in Compton.

Graduated '95.

Address unknown.

Oliver Robidoux...

I hope they do haul you in

and turn the fire hose on you.

Leon, that name ring a bell?

Robidoux, Robidoux...

That sounds familiar.

Yeah, a Motown singer.

Olivia Robidoux.

Used to sing backup

for Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell.

Stella!

Put Lopez back on.

Run Olivia Robidoux, will you?

Music, unions, ASCAP, anything.

Get back to me, all right?

I hope they do haul you in... K-Ro...

and turn the firehose on you...

Hey.

You stinker, you whelp of a Polack, you.

K-Ro is one Oliver Robidoux.

I think his mom was this

backup singer for Motown

named Olivia Robidoux.

We're finally getting somewhere.

All right, let's go.

Hey...

Look, I've got to...

I've got to show the house.

Now?

How about you cover the autopsies for us?

Joe... I don't like dead bodies.

Come on, I'll owe you one.

You coming to my play on Friday night?

Yeah, I'm coming to your play.

Sure.

Well, there's still some seats open.

All right, I'll bring some people, okay?

All right, you got a deal.

Hey, Shawna, can I get a lift?

Of course.

Cool.

See you, Joe.

Let me take that for you.

Thanks.

It's good to see you again.

Man...

Jesus!

Sorry about that.

There's towels over there, K.C.

We got a juicy one here.

K.C. Calden, Hollywood Homicide.

Willie Palmero, South Bureau.

Body drop in Vernon.

Couple of crispy critters here, eh?

I think it was a professional hit,

a straight-up execution.

And this earring?

Off one of the guys.

I bet they were wearing

work boots, weren't they?

Sizes 9 and 11'?

How did you know?

Jesus Christ.

Willie, I think these

guys shot those guys.

Beautiful home?

Cool crib.

This is me.

The great... near-great

used to hang out here.

For sure?

Yeah.

He wants seven.

Man, tell him kiss my ass.

No, now, wait.

Here's the deal.

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