Hollywood Homicide Page #6

do you?

I just don't get it.

I mean, don't you ever

just want to explore

all the possibilities of who you are?

I just want to pay the mortgage

and escape with my dick

still attached to my body.

It's that one over there.

I'm a simple man.

Why don't you go around behind?

I'll give you a second.

Okay.

I'll take the front.

Ms. Robidoux?

Police.

Just want to ask you a few questions.

I always thought you

could sing much better

than Tammi Terrell.

She got the breaks.

I didn't. That's life.

Mind if I come in?

Joe, he's around front!

Joe, he's coming around front!

I got him!

He didn't do anything!

Ms. Robidoux...

Hey!

I ain't dished it, cop!

Why you comin' to my mama's house?

I ain't been to your mama's house!

F***!

Jesus Christ, man.

Get out of the water.

Wait.

Don't make me come in there after you.

I'm knee-deep in duck sh*t.

There's two feet of duck sh*t, cop.

That's fine.

Hey, get out of the water, man.

What you going to do, shoot me?

He wants to shoot an unarmed n*gger.

Get out, man.

You're under arrest.

I didn't do nothing.

Get out of the water!

Hey!

Too slow, cop!

Hey!

Christ!

Why are you laughing?

Kick away.

I'm going to catch you.

Never going to catch me, cop!

Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha.

Stay right! Sorry!

Your right!

Your right, your right.

All right.

Police brutality!

Get down!

Don't swear at your mom.

It's not nice!

Damn it.

Settle down.

You see where that got you?

I didn't do nothing!

You're still caught,

and you got duck sh*t all over you!

How do you like that?

Center yourself.

I'm calm, okay?

I'm calm!

All right, all right.

Get up.

Get up.

You young-ass brat.

If it wasn't for this old man up here,

you wouldn't have caught nothing...

nothing, even if you had roller skates.

I can't believe I let

your old ass catch me.

Talk to us.

L.A.P.D.

Lame-Ass Punk-ass D*ckheads.

Settle down, son.

L.A.P.D...

Settle down.

I ain't no snitch, and I ain't no b*tch.

I ain't got to tell you sh*t.

You are just talking yourself into a hole.

Take my cuffs off and I'll kick your ass!

Will you shut up?

Shut up!

I ain't did sh*t, man.

All right!

That's it! That's it!

Let's take this sucker

to the station, partner?

Harbor Division Substation.

Crooked-ass police.

I'm going to call Johnnie Cochran,

Chemical Ali, Robert

Shapiro, one of them...

where do I call my mama?

It's gonna be a rap, man.

What is this, man?

This is Harbor Division, son.

Nice quiet place.

We can reason together.

Here we are.

Harbor Division.

This don't look like no police station.

Get him out of the car.

My pleasure.

Get him out.

Come on.

This don't look like...

Get out of the car.

This ain't no police station.

Yeah, this is a special station

for a special a**hole.

Police station, my ass!

Hey!

Not again.

Bastard!

Come back here.

Come on.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You?

Okay!

Any opportunity, right?

Come here.

Somebody doesn't like you.

You're no fun to be around.

You all right?

Somebody wants you dead.

He okay?

Yeah, he's okay.

He just pissed his pants.

I want to talk to my mama.

You're the man.

You got nothing on my boy.

Respectfully, ma'am,

we've got a puddle of

piss at the crime scene,

and your son has a weak bladder.

And what does that mean?

That means we take your

son down to the station.

We ask him some questions

about what he saw.

He answers, we book him into custody.

He lives.

He doesn't, we let him go.

He dies.

He didn't do it,

and he ain't getting involved.

All right, uncuff him.

Let the jackals hunt him down.

You know what I'm talking about...

Hey, hey, stop, stop...

Stop.

Shh.

The young men that got shot

all were rappers

since they were little boys

on the street corner,

and they all wanted to

be with Antoine Sartain

and Sartain Records.

That was their Motown.

I don't get the music.

You ain't supposed to.

After a few albums, they

want to go out on their own,

and they find out the

record producer's keeping

all the money, the way

it's always going to be

in the music business.

Sartain goes to the joint for a while.

Klepto, the first to rebel, tells Sartain,

"I'm going to hire a lawyer

to get out of my contract

I signed in high school."

Sartain get out of jail.

You know what happened next.

You telling me Antoine Sartain

had his own groups killed

because they wanted to

go off on their own'?

Makes a powerful statement

to anybody thinking about

breaking a contract... don't it?

I told you what the picture looks like.

You have to put the pieces together

your own self.

We'll take care of your

son for you, ma'am.

Antoine Sartain?

He was a busy guy in the gangster network.

Had a lot of contacts on the outside.

The music guy, right?

Big time.

Yeah, he was smooth, but he was a psycho.

And the guy, he was wired.

He had this attitude, like,

he could get anything he wanted.

Any... contacts, friends,

something we can follow up on?

There was a white dude.

He came to visit him every single week.

Every week for a whole year, without fail.

Got a name?

Yeah...

Hey, Meyers,

what was the name of the white dude?

He came to visit Sartain every week.

Wasley.

Leroy Wasley.

Leroy Wesley?

"Officer Calden and his partner,

"Officer Leroy Wasley,

"working undercover cocaine buy.

"A standoff developed.

"The suspect demanded to see the cash.

"Officer Calden demanded

to see the cocaine.

"Officer Calden was

shot twice in the chest.

"Suspect got away with $100,000.

"Some suspicion that Officer Wasley

may be involved with the drug dealers."

If the Feds thought that Wasley was dirty,

why would they let him back up my dad

on a $100,000 drug deal?

Because they couldn't prove it, I guess.

"After an exhaustive

four-month investigation,

"the case against Officer

Wasley was dropped

due to a lack of evidence."

Joe, I want to kill him.

Easy...

Easy...

There's a real can of worms here.

Wasley wasn't the only backup.

"There were three uniformed officers

"out in the alley.

"Two of them took off after the suspect.

"One of them...

came into the room to find out..."

Oh, my God.

Look at this name.

Bernard Macko.

Bennie Macko?

Bennie Macko.

Wasley and Macko.

Macko and Wasley.

Something's going on here.

Oh, God.

I've got to be somewhere.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

Go. Go ahead.

Take it easy.

Hey, Rubes.

Look, I.A.'s on my ass.

Grab some takeout and

meet me up at Mt. Olympus.

I don't want to go to the house, okay?

Rube?

Ruby, where are you?

Rube?

Oh, dear.

Detective, you found me.

You're under arrest, young lady.

Please don't put the cuffs on me.

You have the right to remain silent.

Do you understand?

That's Gavilan with Marty Wheeler,

attorney for the music business,

gambling industry.

Sleazeball.

You know him.

Here's Gavilan drinking on duty.

We've got photos, date, time stamped.

Yeah, okay, this is not criminal.

I need criminal sh*t.

Well, boss, this may not be criminal sh*t,

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