One False Move

Who is it?

Fantasia.

Hey, girl.

- Haven't you left for Star City?

- Tonight.

You think you're bad

with that camera.

Come on.

You're ruining the shot

with your lousy dancing.

Bobby, look who's here.

- How you doing?

- Fine.

- Is Ray with you?

- No.

- That's good.

- Real good.

You're always welcome here.

Bobby's about to blow out

the candles on his birthday cake.

It's your birthday?

How old are you, sixty?

That's your I.Q., woman.

This is Darren and Danielle.

I left my purse in the car.

I'll be right back.

What are you guys doing?

Everybody get on the floor

and be quiet.

- What the f***?

- Get on the floor, goddamn it!

Let it go, Ray.

Down.

Fantasia!

Be quiet

and everything will be okay.

Where does Marco live?

I don't know.

- I said, where does he live?

- I don't know.

- Where, goddamn it?!

- I don't know!

How do you get your sh*t?

Does it fly over here?

- Ray, please.

- Danielle and me don't know nothing.

Let us go.

If we tell where Marco lives,

he'll kill us.

What do you think we're going to do?

Tell me or I'll slap your head off.

Leave us alone!

You don't have to hit her like that.

Tell him and everything will be okay.

Jackie don't know anything.

I deal with Marco, not her.

Leave her alone and I'll tell you.

Who is it?

It's Bobby, Marco.

I got to get some stuff.

- I told you not to come so late.

- Come on, man.

I got to get something tonight.

Come on in here, man.

This is a pretty woman you got here.

Look at those titties.

I like those.

Ray, what are you doing?

- Hey, man!

- I want some of this.

What you want is on that table.

I got $200 in my wallet. Take it.

- I ain't f***ing around.

- Take the money and the coke.

- This is lighter fluid.

- You're sick.

I'll f*** her up.

I don't want your little $200.

F*** you.

I don't want your $200.

Stop it.

- Then you got the money?

- Put it out!

- I'll light her up!

- I'll tell you.

- F*** you!

- Put it out!

F*** you!

Motherf***er!

Goddamn.

Goddamn.

Got it?

They got a f***ing kid.

Goddamn it.

Where's your kid, you motherf***er?

Where's your goddamn kid?

Go look for the kid.

We can't leave him here.

I've been all over the house.

I don't give a sh*t! Go look.

He might be hiding.

Mommy! Mommy!

Honey, what's wrong?

What is it, baby?

It's okay. Daddy's here.

Bad dream, I guess.

- It's okay.

- You okay?

I'll take her in our room.

It's going to be okay.

Dale, are you coming to bed?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Oh, good. Come on, Dud,

let's get to the wallets.

Watch your feet.

I need a name.

Let's do this body first.

I think this is our stranger.

What do we got?

John, meet Robert Prost.

How do you do, Robert?

Watch your feet.

We're out of here.

Isn't that a light

on in Robert's window?

Yeah.

10 o'clock in the morning.

Oh, sh*t!

John!

Anything on that tape?

Background voices.

You?

Nothing.

How did you I.D. This Ray Malcolm?

A neighbor recognized Ray's car

parked out front.

Did she see him?

She did see a black guy with glasses

come out, get in Ray's car and split.

She didn't know Ray's last name,

but we checked it out with some dopers.

You separated it?

Not yet.

Is that Ray's package?

So who's this black guy?

They call him Pluto.

He's been hanging with Ray

the last couple of weeks.

I'd say he's from out of town.

Pluto? That's it?

For now.

Who's the girl?

- Fantasia.

- Bullshit.

Good-looking. Ray's old lady.

Listen to this.

Hey, girl.

Haven 'f you leff for Star City?

Tonight.

Bobby, look who's here.

She said, "Haven't you left for..."

What?

It sounds like

"Haven't you left for Star City?"

Then the other girl says something.

Play it again.

Hey, girl.

- Haven't you left for Star City?

- Tonighf.

It is Star City.

"Haven't you left for Star City?"

Dud, check this out.

A robbery arrest from '79.

In case of emergency, notify.

"Jeremiah Malcolm.

Relationship:
Uncle."

"Star City, Arkansas."

I'll be damned.

Jimmy. Jimmy, are you there?

Yeah, Dale. Come on back.

I went to the courthouse and checked

the records on Ray Malcolm.

He was born here,

but hasn't been back in 20 years.

I'm heading to the uncle's place.

Do me a favor. Call Charlie, tell him

to come to work early tonight.

I'm staying out there

in case those folks show up.

If they do,

we're gonna be laying for them.

This could be a big one.

I'll talk to you later.

10-4 and out.

Just give their names,

Ray Malcolm and Pluto Franklin.

Say the victims

were stabbed to death.

How many stab wounds?

Don't mention that.

Or the hog-tying and pillowcases.

- And the other three?

- Say they were strangled.

What about the kid?

Don't explain.

Just say someone survived.

And that we think the suspects fled the

state. We might get national coverage.

You got to give me something.

The press is all over my butt.

- Say they're as violent as we've seen.

- Really?

Thank you.

What's the story

on this Star City thing?

Somebody, come on. Dud.

What if you went down there?

We've been lucky so far.

And we can tie Ray there.

I talked to the police chief.

He didn't know of Ray or Fantasia...

but he would check the uncle out.

I'm waiting for his call.

What about an I. D.

On the second suspect?

Pluto. His real name

is Lenny Franklin.

He's originally from Chicago.

He and Ray got busted

about six years ago...

for another drug rip-off.

Same sh*t.

They did two years together

in San Quentin.

Prison buddies.

Pluto's a piece of work.

I.Q. Of 150

and a college graduate.

We think he did the stabbings.

His package indicates

he's very fond of a knife.

He has three priors.

For some reason,

he left the videotape.

Sick son of a b*tch.

There were no prints,

so he left a calling card.

He's here.

Cole here.

Put him through.

Chief Dixon, this is Dud...

I'm fine, thank...

Put him on the box.

What did you say his name was?

Chief Dale Dixon. Chief,

I'm putting you on the speakerphone.

Chief Jenkins is here.

Los Angeles Chief of Police Jenkins?

No sh*t.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Good to meet you.

Now what we want to talk about...

I guess you're pretty busy

out there, huh?

You gof six people dead out there

at the same time.

Thaf don't happen much here.

Sometimes we get a stabbing.

Colored boys, generally.

One of them sticks another

over a card game.

We should discuss the...

Craps sometimes.

Now you wanted to know

about this boy's uncle.

I think we hit the jackpot.

I went to the uncle's place.

It's the damndest hideout I ever seen.

It's in the woods

6 miles north of town.

You have to cross

a rickety old bridge.

You'd never find it

if you didn't know where to look.

You city boys would be lost

in ten minutes.

But I'm ready, don't worry.

Damn, Bonnie.

- Excuse me?

- Nothing.

They were ouf of onion rings,

so I gof you Tasty Taters.

It's L.A., Cheryl Ann.

Chief Jenkins and them.

Yes, sir.

You think this is a promising avenue

of investigation?

It's promising, all right.

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