Mississippi Murder Page #4

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Rose, you can't just

make assumptions like that.

You're going to find

yourself in court.

- You've got to be patient.

- I have no Patience.

I know.

Look, what do you say we,

uh, we get out of here.

I'll take you home.

It's going to be okay.

Check, please.

Rose, it's me.

I got some bad news.

Rosemund, you have visitors.

- What the hell's that?

- Twenty grand.

Do you want me to get that?

No, no, no, no, I'll get it.

Bernard, hi.

Pleasure to meet you,

Mr. Travers.

Thank you so much

for taking the time

- while you're down here on the coast.

- Of course.

And I must say, you are

as handsome as your portrait.

- What portrait?

- The one Bernard did of you.

And I was so taken with that

beautiful ring you were wearing.

I have several.

This Mayo fella is terrific.

Lord of the woods indeed.

Lord of the woods?

- Heard of lord of the flies?

- Uh-huh.

It's lord of the woods.

That's just how the

artist refers to himself.

He feels his calling

is to find life,

you know, give life

to orphan drift wood.

What makes Mayo's work

so special

is that he finds the drift wood,

and sees the animal in it.

Huh.

Then he simply

paints what he sees.

Well, I'm not really

much of an art lover.

It's more of the governor

and his wife's thing.

So why don't you just

show me what you recommend.

It's interesting,

but a little dark.

Not really the governor's

taste, I'm afraid.

Oh, I'm sorry,

I was thinking of you.

I thought it would be

right up your alley.

- What do you mean?

- Mm, the dark side.

The red rope, the black plastic.

Why do I get a feeling this little

field trip was simply a pretext?

You were the last person

to see David moon alive.

You know, wild imagination's

no defense against slander.

I'm going to have to remember to

thank Bernard

for this little adventure.

You were here that night.

You want to be careful,

Ms. Wallace.

You don't know who

you're dealing with.

You take care now.

Oh, you, too.

Ah, well, I'm glad to

see they looked after you.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Well, there is somethin'

I need you to listen to.

Oh, all right.

You want to

be careful, Ms. Wallace.

You don't know who

you're dealing with.

Now I'm telling you,

this is our guy.

I know, but this is not enough

to convene a grand jury.

Now, I'll get my contacts

and I'll try to get

more information, all right?

Well, here, down the hatch.

Mm!

Thank you.

Mm, ah, mm. Thank you.

Enjoy your day.

Travers threatened me.

I have it on tape.

- Oh, my god.

- He killed David. I know it.

I... when I was cleaning up

the mess at the gallery,

I found a ring that had

an inscription on it.

The same inscription that was on

Travers' ring in your portrait.

They both look exactly like a

brand they found on David's leg.

A brand?

Now that I think about it, McGowan's

ring had the same inscription.

What?

Nothin', nothin' just...

I think you ought

to be a little more careful about who

you go around accusing of murder.

- He was not at the opening.

- Well, so what?

So, he lost his ring

the night he killed David.

Rosemund, do you know how

many people wear signet rings?

Not with that symbol.

It means something.

Yes, that you are

trying to ruin me.

What?

Honey, don't you remember,

I introduced you two.

He's going to think I'm all

caught up in this madness,

that I, that I set him up.

Bernard... we've been

friends for years.

I know when you are

hiding something from me.

Oh, hell.

The inscription on that ring

is a symbol of the order.

A very private and extremely

powerful men's organization.

Its members provide

unswerving support

for its members' business

and political agendas.

What about personal?

That, too.

And one way to insure

a profitable future

is to recruit young,

fresh talent.

And that's where

the parties come in handy.

It was the practice of the order

to invite promising young men

to certain gatherings.

As part of a selection process.

They were social events

where the members had a chance

to get acquainted

with the hopefuls.

But at a point,

the gatherings began

to take on a sharp edge

of competitiveness.

On one occasion the vying

actually turned violent.

Now this kind of behavior

is in complete contradiction

to the order,

- and abhorrent to it's members.

Except for a small circle

who seemed to encourage it.

This inner group went so far

in their dark behavior,

as to eventually mark

their own flesh with a brand

in the shape of

the order's symbol.

And among the most prominent

was James Travers.

Word began to spread

that he and his little group

were making promises

of membership,

and career favors to some

of the susceptible youth

in exchange for pharmaceutical

and sexual services.

I am so sorry that you

had to hear this from me.

Would you come outside

with me for a second?

I think I need to

get some fresh air.

Sh*t. I told Austin

to fix those breakers.

I don't know why he

never listened to me.

I'll go check the fuse box,

you yell when the

lights come on, okay?

- I am coming with you.

- No, I need you to stay here.

Bernard, you got somethin?

Shhh, shhh, shhh.

Bernard is napping

and unless you want to join him

I suggest you

hand over my money.

What? I...

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Let me elucidate.

You remember Connie?

Connie said you have the cash

Davey got for my product.

I told you, I don't...

I don't know what you're...

Think again.

Is it coming to you?

Okay, okay.

Oh, god.

It's upstairs...

It's upstairs in my office.

That's more like it.

I'm a little pressed

for time here.

Where the f*** is it?

Open it!

Open the god damn box!

What the f*** is this?

What the f*** is this?

Police, hands!

- Let her go.

- Oh, great, a f***ing cowboy.

It's over.

Put the gun down, detective.

Now!

Or cross my heart, I will cut

this b*tch where she stands.

Attaboy.

Over here.

Over here!

I'll be right back, don't worry.

- Keep an eye on him, okay?

- You got it.

Thank you.

Hey, baby, come on, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

- Sorry.

- Don't be sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't

keep you safe.

I thought he was

going to kill me.

No, no. No one's

going to hurt you.

No one's going to

hurt you again.

You hear me? I'm here.

Yeah, hi, Jim.

Sit down. Please.

How's Betsy?

Well, she's good, Walter.

Thanks for asking.

Yeah, we've had a few newsworthy

events around the Gulf area here.

- Mm-hmm.

- You been here recently?

Yes, sir.

I was assessing some art for

the governor's new office.

Hm...

Where would that be?

At the Wallace gallery.

You know they specialize

in local artists.

Oh, yeah, the Wallace...

Isn't that the place where

that young boy hanged himself?

I believe it is.

Hm.

You know anything

about that boy?

- No, sir.

- - No...

A little wine?

So you telling me that he never

attended any of your special parties?

I beg your pardon.

Aw, Jesus, don't be coy with me.

You know perfectly well

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