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In the Electric Mist Page #6
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- Year:
- 2009
- 117 min
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He'd drown
in a bathroom sink.
Here you go.
It's nothing personal,
Miss Kelly.
But I think you're a very fine,
beautiful young woman.
I'm already soaked.
I was burdened greatly
by the deaths of those
around me, Lieutenant.
But incorporating
their suffering
into our own lives does not
change the way of the world.
An act of kindness,
one as simple
as giving a girl my raincoat,
had resulted
in her death.
The shooter
had left nothing behind,
no ejected brass,
no recoverable prints.
We had no suspects.
But one heart-sinking
and unalterable
conclusion remained.
Kelly Drummond was dead.
And she was dead because
she had been mistaken for me.
The tragic death
of Kelly Drummond,
the longtime companion
of Elrod Sykes
and star of the popular
television series
River Valley,
now appears certain
to have been a case
of mistaken identity.
Sources within
the sheriff's department
conflrmed that
they now belleve the fatal shot
may have been intended
for someone else.
I'm going to miss her, Dave.
You want him
to stay here?
Guy's in bad shape.
This is our home.
Mr. Sykes just did
the rainbow yawn again.
Go to bed.
or he's not going to make it.
So what?
I don't care.
Tell you what,
I'm going to make you a deal.
First time he takes a drink,
he gets 86ed
right straight back
to his movie star
trailer house.
He pays for his share
of the food.
He does not
tie up the bathroom.
He does not come in late.
Okay, but only
for a few days.
Do you like
being a movie star?
It's just a job, honey.
Really?
Yeah.
It's like Dave.
You think he enjoys
enforcing the law,
catching the bad guys,
making the good people
feel better?
Yeah.
Yeah, well...
I like my job.
I'm sorry
about Kelly.
Me too, honey.
I've got 50 movie posters here
from Tears and Diamonds.
I hate that picture.
Well, 50 movie posters
signed by Elrod Sykes
will fetch $25,000.
That's four roofs,
eight with volunteer labor.
Here's your felt-tip pen.
The worst thing
a cop can do to himself
is eat his own gun.
Lou Girard
always called at night.
Tonight someone else
had to make the call for him.
There's a half empty bottle
of Bourbon here on the dresser,
spilled bottle of Diazepam
here on the coffee table.
Y'all writing that off
as a suicide?
Well, that's the way
it looks to me.
He was in bad shape.
Mattress is covered
in piss stains.
The sink is full
of raw garbage.
Where's the gun at?
By the bedside.
If Lou Girard wanted
to kill his self,
how come he didn't use
that .357?
'Cause he was drunk
on his ass.
Not an unusual condition
for him.
He was helping me
on a case, Doobie.
And?
Maybe he found out something
somebody did not
want him to know.
He was trembling,
in front of everybody.
There's no big mystery
to what happened here tonight.
He was a good cop.
He was a sorry-ass drunk.
Now, if you want to look
I'm going
to seal the place.
I appreciate you waiting outside
just for a moment.
Matter of fact, I appreciate you
staying as far away from me
as you can possibly get.
What had Lou found out
that had cost him his life?
Hogman Patin knew a lot
and seldom said anything.
Now I got word
he wanted to talk to me.
when I was in the pen.
And your daddy,
and paid for her medicine
up at the store
when she was sick.
You got something
to say to me, Sam?
What was the name of that n*gger
you dug up out the sandbar?
DeWitt Prejean.
He was f***ing
a white man's wife.
Start asking what
he's doing for a living,
and you'll find the people been
causing you all this grief.
Who's the man
I'm looking for?
I said
all I can say.
This still
the state of Louisiana.
Why you keep
bothering me?
I need to know what kind of work
DeWitt Prejean did.
Done n*gger work.
You know, he cut lawns,
cleaned out grease traps,
got the dead rats out
from under people's houses.
What the f***
you think he did?
I think he did
some other kind of work too.
You leave me alone.
You're a pretty good
judge of character, Mr. Hebert.
Do I look like somebody
that's going to go away?
Hm?
It was better
back then.
You know it was.
What kind of work he do,
Ben?
Drove a truck.
Who for?
It was over
in Jeanerette.
I brung her out here
'cause she works for me,
'cause I can't get in and out
of the car good by myself.
He worked seasonal
for a white man,
owned some big sugar mill.
I don't know
nothing about him
except he was a brother
of that crippled fellow.
That's all I know
and nothing more.
You saying I do,
then you're a Goddamn liar.
Something else
you want to say?
You got a fish
on your line.
Batist.
over there in Jeanerette?
Just one.
Hey.
Come on in.
Stopped by
to say good-bye,
give you
a going-away present.
Where you headed,
Cholo?
Thought I might
go to Florida,
maybe open a business
like you got here.
What you doing with
all that lawn furniture
in the back end
of your pickup?
Guy at the Holiday Inn wanted me
to take it when I checked out.
Said I'd kind of be doing
him a favor, you know?
Giving him a write-off.
You had some trouble
with Baby Feet.
Yeah.
I told him he was a douche bag
and I wouldn't work for him again
even if he begged me.
was right
when she
called him a needle-dick.
That's when the son of a b*tch
comes across my mouth
with this big...
Now, wait, wait, wait.
What's this
about Cherry LeBlanc?
If he tells you
he never knew her,
ask him about this.
Julie forgot he told me
to take some souvenir pictures
when we drove over
to Biloxi last year.
Is that her or not?
Did Baby Feets
kill this girl?
Come on, Lieutenant.
You know how it works.
A guy like Julie
don't do hits.
He says something
to somebody,
then he forgets it.
If it's a speclal kind of job,
maybe somebody calls up a geek.
Did Baby Feets
make that call?
Start a photo album,
Lieutenant.
Make up
your own mind.
What's Murphy Doucet
doing in this picture?
What's wrong, Dave?
You got a knife
I could use?
Yeah, I ought
to have something.
This should do.
Some Mexican pulled this on me
in Lake Charles.
I didn't know
you were a cop in Lake Charles.
I wasn't.
I was working highway
for the state police.
That's where
I retlred from last year.
Is that when you got into
business with Twinky LeMoyne?
No, we go back
a ways further.
Thanks for the knife.
What's the deal?
Lou Girard was
looking at her file last week.
Lou arrested her
on a prostitution charge.
It wouldn't be
one officer.
on a bar...
State police?
Who sent that arrest report?
Oh, Sgt. Murphy Doucet.
Murphy Doucet.
I'd missed it.
Lou Girard had dug up
Cherry LeBlanc's arrest record,
and it had
cost him his life.
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