In the Electric Mist Page #4

I think you, too,

should attend.

There are 17 unsolved

homicides in Louisiana

that share some

similarities with this case.

And ten of them share

multiple common denominators.

All show marks

from being bound,

all young,

all working class.

One was a high school girl.

Two were waitresses.

Three had been runaways.

And four were prostitutes.

The FBI has an informational advantage

over Iberia Parish.

How do you like

that catfish court bouillon?

Uh, it's interesting.

If you found the remains

of a black man

and he had no belt,

no laces in his boot,

what speculation

would you make about him?

Obviously he'd been in jail,

a parish, or city holding tank,

some place where they were

afraid he'd do harm to himself.

That's what I think.

Mud bugs,

as advertised.

This one

has your name on it.

Get out of here.

Hey, Dave, you ought

to get yourself some food.

It's free.

Thanks.

I've already eaten.

See that man

bird-dogging the blonde?

Twinky Hebert LeMoyne.

That's the other half

of my security service business.

What's he doing here?

He's an investor

in the movie

and trying to get laid.

That's funny.

You like doing business

with Twinky LeMoyne?

It's good for me.

For him,

it's no big deal, really.

I mean, if there's a business

around here making money,

you can be sure

he's got a plece of it.

Take a picture?

What?

Picture?

Yeah.

I'm General John Bell Hood,

commander of the Texas brigade,

commander of the

the 5th Texas Cavalry,

and the 17th Texas Infantry.

Do you object

to shaking hands?

Am I dead?

You don't look

like it to me.

You were at Gettysburg.

The war's over.

It's never over.

I would think

you'd know that.

You were a lieutenant in the

United States Army, weren't you?

My head hurts.

My head...

sure does hurt.

Venal and evll people

are destroying the world

you were born in.

It's us against them,

my good friend.

Don't compromise your principles

or abandon your cause.

Do you know what's waiting

for me on down the road?

For one reason or another,

I find I have more insight

into the past than the future.

Try to keep

this in mind:

It's just like when

they load their cannon

with horseshoes

and log chain.

You'd think the barrage

would last forever.

Then all of a sudden,

there's a sllence

louder than the cannon flre.

Please don't be alarmed

by the severity of my comparison.

Have a good night, Lieutenant.

Paramedics who brought you in

said you were talking

about Confederate soldiers

out in the swamp.

It was an usual night.

What's the possibillity that one

of those Hollywood characters

laced your Dr. Pepper?

Do what?

The tox screen came back

positive for LSD.

I need to talk

to the sheriff.

The sheriff

was here this morning.

You talked to him

for half an hour.

What'd I say?

Nothing that made

any sense to me.

When you reel him in

through the water,

his little legs and tail

wiggle like he was swimming.

Makes the black bass hungry.

How would you define

the idea of understanding?

Well, it's knowing something

and knowing what it means.

I think there's two ways

of looking at

the idea of understanding.

One is, if you don't look,

you never will see.

And the other is,

if you look a little less,

you might see

a hell of a lot more.

You might not be over those drugs

they put in your drink.

I know General John Bell Hood

of the Texas Calvary

just like he was

my own grandfather.

Are you accusing me

of working with the mafia?

When you do business with a man

like Julle Balboni,

you create a certain amount

of curiosity about yourself.

I don't do business

with him.

I don't do anything

with him.

I'm a member

of a group of investors

that have put money

into a movie production

in New Iberia.

Investing in the local economy,

that's all.

Are your employees

union people?

No, they certainly are not.

You own half of a security

service with Murphy Doucet,

don't you?

That's right,

I certainly do.

And your partner

in your security service

is a Teamster steward

over in Lafayette.

I think you're involved in

some strange contradictions,

Mr. LeMoyne.

You'll have to excuse me,

Detective.

I've got

to lock up now.

I have a lot of people

I take care of, you know?

Would you like

to have Julie Balboni

for a next door neighbor?

Would you like to have

your granddaughter

working for him?

Mr. Roblcheaux,

I can't express to you

how offensive you are.

Did you get

that blond-haired girl

to lick your leg

the other night?

There's my business card.

Thank you

for your time.

Here you go, Dave.

Still 1965,

July, September, November.

Thank you, chere.

You're welcome.

How's Alafair?

Blen bonne.

Great.

A n*gger,

you say?

DeWitt Prejean.

Black man

name of DeWitt Prejean.

Yeah, I remember

that son of a b*tch.

What about him?

Were you on duty the night

somebody broke him out of jail?

I was the jailer.

Jailers don't work nights.

They hire a man

for that.

Do you remember what

Mr. Prejean was charged with?

He wasn't charged

with nothing.

Never got to that.

They busted him

out of the tank.

Not according

to the newspaper.

Lot of people wipe

their asses with newspaper.

Newspaper said he broke

into a white woman's house

with a butcher knife.

Was DeWitt Prejean

a rapist?

He couldn't keep

his prick in his pants,

if that's what you mean.

Is it all right if I sit down

here, Mr. Hebert?

Sure.

You think her husband

broke him out of jail?

He might have

if he could've.

He was a crippled man.

Got shot up

in a war.

Where's he at now?

He's in the cemetery

out by the tracks,

east of town.

What about the woman?

She moved away,

up north somewhere.

What's your interest in this

I think I saw him killed.

Where's the man who was on duty

the night of the jailbreak?

He got drunk and got his self

run over by a train.

Wait a minute.

What'd you say?

You saw what?

What you think I saw,

Mr. Hebert?

Hello?

You're a hard man to catch.

Who's this?

Sugar, it's Amber.

Don't you remember me?

Don't hurt my feelings.

No, I'm sorry.

I don't remember who you are.

What can I do for you?

It's me that's going to do you

a big favor, darling.

I'm going to give you

the guy you want.

What guy we talking about?

The nasty old plmp that's been

leaving dead girls around.

Meet me at Club Leon

in an hour.

Thanks for coming out, Lou.

Yeah, who you supposed

to be meeting up with here?

Said her name was Amber.

There's a hooker,

calls herself Amber.

What are we doing tonight?

I'm going to drive around front

and have a look inside.

I'd like you to be out here

to cover my back.

I don't want to walk

into no setup.

What are you having?

Has Amber been in?

Amber Martinez?

Short, skinny,

little Puerto Rican girl,

maybe weigh 100 pounds

sopping wet?

- Yeah.

- No, she ain't been in.

What you drinking?

- Dr. Pepper.

- Dr. Pepper, yes, sir.

I could call somebody,

might know where she's at.

Why don't you do that?

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