Slam Dance Page #2

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OK, OK.

Let's go over it again.

Frank.

''l met Yolanda Caldwell...

''at a party in

a West Hollywood dance club...

run by a friend

named James Campbell.''

Hello there, darling.

Fancy a little dance, do you?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

ls that one of those

trick lighters?

No.

ls that a wedding ring?

You ask a lot of questions.

l never met a woman

with a gun before.

Were you in love

with her, Mr. Drood?

You still haven't

answered me, Mr. Drood.

Did you love her?

l don't know.

l don't know

what that means.

Mr. Drood.

Yeah, uh...

Listen, Mrs. Raines...

l'm probably going to

be moving from here.

What?

Where's your hearing aid?

What?

l'll talk to you later.

Oh, Mr. Drood.

What?

What?

Your envelope!

l've written

a letter of complaint...

to the postal service

in Washington, D.C.

l didn't want to send it

locally...

because l'm sure that

our mailman superior...

is a part and parcel

of the conspiracy.

l can't go back.

What conspiracy?

Mr. Drood...

you look terrible.

What conspiracy?

To lose our mail.

Haven't you noticed

anything missing?

Come on.

OK. Go to the window.

Go to the window!

Turn around.

Close the blinds.

Get down on your knees.

Come on.

You don't have to do this.

l promise you--

Shut up.

She thought you

were so smart.

OK. Let's see how smart you are.

OK? All right.

You got an envelope like this?

Yes? OK, go get it.

Go get it.

Fast! Quick! Come on!

Put it down on the table.

OK, put that inside.

Don't look at it,

just put it inside.

That's very good.

You just forget this.

l'm doing you a big favor here.

Hey! Hey!

What, are you crazy?

Give me the lighter.

You are nuts.

Why can't you say it?

Give me the lighter.

So damn guarded.

Me?

What about you?

l have to be.

Why?

What could be so terrible?

You'll be there?

l said l would.

You'll really be there?

l'll be there.

Daddy.

Am l going high?

Real high, baby.

Come on, let's go

play in the sand!

Let's go play in the sand.

Drood?

You all right?

Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah, l...

-You're sure?

-l'm just off someplace again.

Good.

l talked to Jim this morning.

Yeah?

Yeah.

He said your place

got broken into.

l told him not

to tell you anything.

Come on, he just knew

l'd be concerned...

that's all.

lt was nothing.

What do you mean, it's nothing?

Somebody breaks

into your apartment...

and you're gonna try

and tell me it's nothing now?

What is that?

lt was nothing, really.

They didn't even take anything.

ls that for me?

Yes.

Ketchup only.

Thank you.

l've been thinking about, um...

what we were talking about

the other day.

What?

About us getting back together.

And?

l don't think it's such

a good idea right now.

Yeah.

l don't think anything

has changed with you.

l don't know.

Up you go.

You don't have to

eat all of it.

Just what you can.

Mr. Drood.

l know. That's a new lock.

This is a new lock here.

ls it?

Listen, Mrs. Raines--

l don't have a key for that.

l made you a key.

lf there should be

a fire or something--

F***. l made you this key!

Do you have one for me?

Oh, God.

Tequila.

What?

Shot of tequila.

Five bucks.

l'm a friend of Jim's.

Friend of Jim's?

Yeah.

Five bucks.

Five tequilas, then.

What are you doing?

l'm not doing anything.

l'm doing what you said.

Nothin'.

ls that what l said?

What do you want?

Huh?

She loved you.

Somebody kills her...

and you just blow it off.

lsn't that what you wanted?

You put a f***in' gun

to my head.

ls that what's stopping you?

The gun?

Who do you think you're fooling?

lt ain't the gun that stops us.

We're just chicken sh*t.

See?

The lights are on...

but nobody's home.

Am l right?

Yeah.

Mr. Drood?

There's just the two.

There's this one...

and follow-up

on page 3.

Oh, God.

So, what do you think?

l think we got a guy

with a wife and a kid...

and he's been cheating on her.

l wanted to be different

for a long time...

but l was the same.

l was always the same.

l can't go back.

Back to what?

Van Gogh's Pizza,

Teriyaki Chicken...

and Burrito, Too.

You want to make an order?

Hello.

Hold it. This isn't me.

Zeta Temporary Office Services.

What are you

doing here, Mr. Drood?

This is a crime scene.

You're interfering with

a police investigation.

What the hell are

you doing here?

l didn't kill her.

Who's there?

What's the matter?

Jesus.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

How did you get in here?

Mrs. Raines let me in.

Nice.

What's all this, then?

This is that

Yolanda girl, isn't it?

Yeah.

You've been walking

the same cage...

for too long, my friend.

Listen, Jim...

what do you know about her?

She's dead. That's what

l know about her.

Dead and gone.

Hey, l heard a terrific joke

at the club tonight.

Yeah, l met her that

night at your club.

What night was that?

That reception for that

congressman a**hole.

Oh, yeah.

Who did she come with?

Don't know.

She must have come

with somebody.

How should l know?

Look, have a drink.

Do you want to hear

this joke or not?

Yeah.

Right.

How many

surrealist painters...

does it take to

screw in a light bulb?

How many?

The fish.

The fish!

Oh, come on.

Oh, right, right.

All right, a bloke goes

into an army surplus store.

He says, ''Excuse me...

have you got any

camouflage trousers?''

The bloke says, ''Yeah,

but we can't find them.''

What?

He says, ''Yeah,

but we can't find them.''

The body.

All right,

Sherlock...

you tell one.

The body.

The body, yeah?

Yeah, the body?

What's that, then...

some kind of minimalist joke,

then, or what?

Yolanda Caldwell.

No, she's still here.

Nobody picked her up?

Nope.

Did you...

contact her husband?

There wasn't any husband.

You know something

about a husband?

No, l just thought, you know...

she was married.

What is your name?

Um...l'm...

a friend.

l need your name.

Nick...

son.

Nixon.

Richard Nixon.

lt's with an ''x''.

Want to see God?

You're f***in' fallin'

apart on me, buddy.

He didn't get

that envelope, right?

Right.

l told you.

He don't know nothin'.

Then what is he doing

down at the morgue...

asking about her husband?

Nancy...Barron.

Nye.

Bobby Nye.

God.

-Hey, Smiley. How you doing?

-Hi, John.

How you doin'? OK.

So, what are you doing here?

l've got to talk to you

about this Drood case.

What's on your mind?

Let's walk, OK?

Sure.

The kid's innocent, John.

The guy is sick.

Be straight with me, John.

You're framing him

to protect yourself...

aren't you?

No.

l'm protecting you, Smiley.

Zeta Temp, remember?

Took you to a party, John.

l got you laid.

Hey!

What the f*** are you doing?

Yeah, you. l'm talking to you.

l like...

l don't know why--

You think this is a joke, huh?

l'm sick of it, man.

l want you to leave me

the f*** alone!

Zeta Temporary Office Services.

Yeah, uh...

Do you know a Yolanda Caldwell?

Miss Caldwell is

no longer with us.

l have Miss Schell available.

She was trained

by Miss Caldwell.

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