Slam Dance Page #3

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She was trained by?

Um, could l make

an appointment with her?

Mr. Charles?

Brought your typewriter

and everything.

Just in case.

Can l get you something?

Some water?

Uh, no, thank you.

You're an artist.

Yeah, listen, uh, miss...

-Miss Schell.

-Miss Schell--

Look. Would you like

to get started?

Uh...yeah.

Yeah, are you sure...

l can't get you something?

Some coffee, tea?

OK, you fix some tea...

and l'll get set up.

Listen, maybe l

just ought--

You're kidding, right?

No.

l ain't Santa Claus.

Wait a second.

-Just relax.

-Wait a second.

Look, do you want

to get it on or not?

Not! Not.

That's Nancy Barron.

What did you say?

-Listen, l don't know nothin'.

-What did you say?

Oh, God.

Nancy what?

Nancy what?

What is her name?

What is her name?

lt's Yolanda.

lt's Yolanda Caldwell.

You said another name.

Nancy something.

Nancy what?

Nancy Barron?

Dad, look!

Hi.

Oh, sh*t.

Helen, this isn't...

what it is.

-What is it?

-Just give me a second.

Would you excuse us,

please. Helen...

She's a model, right?

No. She's a secretary.

-You are unbelievable.

-Helen, l swear to God...

Oh, Jesus!

Helen!

Helen, wait!

-Listen...

-F*** you!

l can explain.

Just slow down,

you'll kill me here.

You're sick, Drood.

You really need help.

Helen, please, l swear to you

it's not what it seems like.

Helen!

Oh, f***!

Mrs. Raines!

Mrs. Raines?

Mrs. Raines!

l need that key back!

Hey. Hey! Hey!

What else did you take

out of the envelope?

What?

What else did you take?

Oh, l don't have any.

You took these things!

What else did you take out

of the envelope? Huh?

-Nothing.

-What else?

Tell me what you saw.

-What did you see?

-Don't hurt me!

-What else did you see?

-Please!

-What else?

-Please, don't hurt me!

Please, don't...

-hurt me.

-Oh, God.

l'm sorry.

What?

l'm sorry. l'm sorry.

l'm sorry.

God!

You the one that

wanted to see Smiley?

Come on.

Hey, Smiley, you

going fishing tomorrow?

No. You got me

for two more weeks.

OK, a toast to Smiley.

Been a hard-nosed cop.

Yay! All right!

Smile!

Come on! Come on!

Move it!

Move!

Helen.

lt's me.

Oh, God!

Let me in.

Look, l don't

want you here.

Helen, listen to me.

Helen, open the door.

No.

Helen, you've got

the phone off the hook.

Yeah, that's right.

Helen, open the door.

-No!

-l am in trouble here.

l'm in real trouble.

No! l'm not listening

to any of this...

so just get away

from my house!

Damn you.

Drood?

Helen, l'm sorry.

What is this?

-What is this all about?

-l'm sorry.

-What the hell--

-You can't just come in anymore.

-l'm sorry, it's just...

You've got to listen to me.

You've got to.

There was this woman.

Wait, wait, hold--

another woman?

Wait a minute!

You're going to tell me

you came here tonight...

to talk to me about

another woman?

Helen, please, you've

got to listen to the--

-Helen?

-The whole stor--

The whole thing,

l swear to G--

l'm gonna throw up.

Drood, l want you to leave.

Drood.

l want to see Bean.

He just went crazy.

He just went crazy.

Did you look

through all these?

Not yet.

Uh-huh, yep.

Excuse me.

Are you Mrs. Drood?

Yes, sir.

Well, l'm sorry

to bother you...

at your work

here, but...

You're from the police.

Yes, ma'am.

l'm Detective Smiley...

Benjamin Smiley.

Here's my card.

Do you mind if l sit down?

No, not at all.

l'd just like to ask you

a couple of questions.

Excuse me.

Finewood Nursery School.

Helen, it's me.

Uh, Mrs. Hernandez...

Uh, yes.

Could you call back later?

Yes, l'm in

a meeting right now.

Helen, please don't hang up!

-Uh-huh.

-Listen...

l've got to talk to you.

Thank you very much, bye-bye.

Helen, no please--

...with the death

of Yolanda Caldwell...

is the murder

of Adrienne Schell...

who was found shot

through the head...

in the apartment of

newspaper cartoonist...

C.C. Drood

earlier this morning.

Drood, previously questioned

in the case...

is now the prime suspect

in the investigation.

Police have issued...

an all-points bulletin

for his arrest.

He is described

as a 30-year-old white male...

5 feet, 11 inches,

180 pounds...

thought to be driving

a 1960--

Scoot over.

lt's not just you and me.

There's a lot of people

involved in this--

big people--

anyone who went

to a party.

Drood has got

to go down on this...

or we all go down.

Hi, Jim.

Have you talked to

Drood today at all?

No, uh, damn!

Drood had a book.

lt was a little

red appointment book.

And he used to write down

all of his important things.

And l think he kept it in here.

Now, have you seen it?

Did you find that in here?

Oh, he was always

such a nice man.

We're not open yet, pal.

OK, Don, l want this bar

ready by 9:
30.

Oh, Christ.

Come on.

What are you going to do?

You got something to drink?

l'm afraid to go in

a f***in' liquor store!

Drood, you're making

the front page, man.

You're on television.

Helen's going crazy...

and Bean's having

trouble at school.

Are you going to listen

to me or not?

No! You're a selfish f***!

l'm calling the police...

to tell them you

want to turn yourself--

Come on, Drood, stop, now!

l need your car.

-My car?

-Yeah.

Forget it.

-Give me the keys.

-No.

Give me the f***ing keys!

''Bobby Nye.''

''Nancy Barron...

aide to Bobby Nye.''

-Gee, uh...

-Never mind. Never mind.

No, no, don't bother yourself.

George.

Would you get this gentleman

another drink?

Here, let me introduce you

to a few people.

Uh, no.

This is Councilman Hancock and

his wife Dorothy.

Supervisor Gleland,

Mr. McBragg...

and Patricia Menninger.

And this is Mr. Drood...

isn't it?

Mr. Drood is an artist.

l'm afraid l'm not familiar

with your work, Mr. Drood.

Oh, you will be, Pat.

Excuse me.

Your champagne.

May l get you

anything else, Miss Nye?

Bobby Nye?

You're Bobby Nye?

Let me show you around.

Come on.

What do you think, Mr. Drood?

l overpaid a bit for that.

But l think its value is

about to skyrocket.

That's what usually happens

when an artist dies.

You killed her.

That depends.

l prefer to think

that you killed her.

She betrayed me.

Over what?

Some...some...

some...pictures?

Some photographs?

You don't know

what love is...

do you?

What a f***in' joke.

Let me tell you something.

She was nice to me.

She was very nice to me.

But Miss Nye told me

to hit her...

and l did.

And she fell.

She hit her f***in' head

on a coffee table.

She broke her neck.

lsn't that something?

The whole thing's

a f***in' accident.

Well...

Please.

Please.

l'm sorry, Mr. Drood.

No!

No.

-Hello.

-Helen.

-Drood.

-Are you alone?

No, no, not exactly.

l need your help.

Yes, yes, l know.

Do you remember

our second honeymoon?

Do...what?

Do you remember the room?

Honey, l don't

see what this has--

lt's OK.

Just listen, please.

-Do you remember the room?

-Yes.

Do you remember the room number?

Yes, of course l do, it's--

Don't say it.

Just, just do you

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