Small Town Crime Page #4

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Oh, sh*t.

I got a 10:
30 across town.

Think you could drop me?

Oh.

[car engine revving]

[Heidi] Call me, baby.

[car engine revving]

[dramatic music playing]

[siren wailing]

Pull around the corner.

[car engine revving]

[suspenseful music playing]

Do you have brain damage?

- Are you following me?

- I'm following the girl.

But imagine my surprise

when a black Nova

picked her up

for the evening.

Not exactly what you think.

- Screwing a hooker.

- I'm gaining her trust.

You're compromising

my f***ing investigation, Mike.

- I'm working on a lead.

- And I told you to lay off.

She's gonna ask around.

She's not gonna ask sh*t.

Think she wants to get

in the middle of this?

They were best friends.

- She said that?

- Hell yes.

Then I'll bring her in.

You bring her in,

she's gonna clam up.

She's doesn't want

that kind of attention.

Why do you think

she's working with me?

Give her some room. If she

comes up with something...

If she comes up with something,

you bring it to me.

Of course.

I'm the first person

you call.

Right.

- What did I say?

- You're the first.

You don't check out the lead.

You don't get a bite to eat.

You don't wipe your ass.

You call me.

- Is that clear?

- Absolutely.

You get one shot

at this, Mike.

Rose, you ain't got a damn thing

to eat in here.

[Rose] I just went shopping.

Yeah. Well, that'd be great

if I was in the mood

for celery sticks

and a Fruitini.

- That's what I eat.

- [Julian] Yeah.

We need to get some protein up

in this b*tch.

I'm about to pass out.

And how long I got to watch

all these desperate-ass b*tches

trying to get up on this dude?

[Rose] Sam never complains

when I watch my shows,

and he brings pizza.

[Julian] Yeah. Well, guess what?

Sweetie has a night off.

So, do me a favor and change

this sh*t to SportsCenter.

[knocks on door]

Hey, you got somebody

coming over?

Who is it?

[gunshot]

[Rose screaming]

[Rose grunting]

[Orthopedic] You girls

were just too f***ing greedy.

[gunshot]

[phone ringing]

Jack Winter here.

[Steve] This young woman

was a friend of Kristy's.

- Are you sure?

- [Steve] Positive.

She offered to blow me

on three separate occasions.

For money, of course.

This prick,

I don't know who he is.

I do.

[suspenseful music playing]

You all right?

Just waking up, Steve.

[upbeat music playing]

[Leslie] Mike?

Morning, Mike. Beer?

You hear the news, Randy?

What?

The news, you know,

things that are happening.

- I don't recall.

- Yeah. Seems you ought

to remember if you heard

something or not.

[Randy sighs]

Didn't know.

[Mike] An employee of yours

had a little accident

last night.

He worked the floor.

So what?

She was working

something else.

In the back.

- All right.

- [door closes]

You think you know something?

You got two patrons

and one employee dead.

And Kristy Nevil

had your bar stamp

on the back of her hand.

Have a drink, Mike.

How long before the whole

damn police force

is breathing

down your neck?

You are the cop.

You tell me.

They already know

you're running a brothel.

It's a bar.

I can't do a background check

on everybody that walks

through that door.

You solicited me, Randy.

Which tells me

you're taking a cut.

You can't prove that.

I don't have to.

Cops are gonna do it for me.

They just want a fall guy

and will take the first one

that pops up.

All I have to do

is set it in motion.

What do you want?

The guy who supplies

the girls.

The one that drives

the Impala.

Can't help you.

How about a number?

We didn't exchange info.

The less we know

about each other,

the better.

If he wants

to say something,

he'll come by.

The guy's paranoid.

What if you have to get

a hold of him?

I use the girls.

Look...

[sighs] All I have

is a name.

It's not something you put on

a driver's license.

But it's what everyone

calls him.

It's what he calls himself.

[sighs] Mood.

[upbeat music playing]

[car engine revving]

[Mike grunts]

[dramatic music playing]

[Mood] Come on, man.

Hey.

Over here.

That's right.

Right over here.

[grunts]

Say Motown.

What?

[Mood] Say tired ass Motown.

I ain't gonna ask you again.

I'm-a just pull the trigger.

Tired ass Motown.

[Mood] I told you I was gonna

find your ass, funny man.

I've been looking for you.

[Mood] Oh, yeah? Funny.

A lot of fools' been looking

for Mood these days.

Yeah, f*** him up, Mood.

Baby, you take your ass

in that kitchen right now.

Can't you see I'm conversating

with this motherf***er?

And what'd I tell you about

getting up in my grill, huh?

You messed up,

Mike Kendall.

Asking about Kristy

like you did.

We had a good time once.

[Mood] Nah, nah, nah, stop it.

Kristy ain't gonna give

a John her real name.

That's rule number one.

So you can drop

all that bullshit.

I ain't trying to hear it.

Now, I'm down two b*tches

and I'm in hot pursuit

for a third prostitute.

And Baby over there,

she seems to think

that you're the triggerman.

But I've been kicking it

with you for a minute.

I'm gonna say

that you ain't.

That's a cold-blooded

professional.

And you ain't nothing but a...

drunk in a $50 suit.

I'm a private investigator.

I'm working

for the grandfather.

[sighs]

Now you starting

to make some sense.

So y'all figured

you'd come to me?

I'm the key

to some answers.

Well, I'm gonna tell you,

I ain't got sh*t.

You're missing

a third girl?

That ain't my girl.

But I'm looking for her.

That crazy ass b*tch

got spooked,

climbed up a coon's ass,

pulled her tail all the way

in with her.

[Mike] When?

Last night,

after Rose got smoked.

They knew each other.

[Mood] She was friends

with my girls.

Braiding each other's hair

and whatnot.

There a place she'd go?

Oh, for sure.

- You check it out?

- [Mood laughs]

We don't go

knocking on no doors

for no b*tches.

As you can imagine,

most families...

ain't too enthusiastic

about seeing Mood

knocking on their door.

Feel me?

I feel you.

[car engine revving]

[doorbell rings]

Hello.

I'm Jack Winter.

I'm a private investigator.

I'd like to speak

with Ms. Oarblocker.

Is this the Oarblocker

residence?

Can I see

some identification?

[Ms. Oarblocker] Oliver!

Let the man in,

for God's sakes.

Ms. Oarblocker, I'm Jack Winter,

private investigator.

I'd like to talk with you

about your granddaughter.

Let me see this.

- [Oliver sighs]

- Oh.

Okay, come on in.

Don't mind him.

He's just overly protective.

[sighs]

Come on in.

It's right down here

around the corner.

This is her room.

And she was living

here recently?

It's the only home she has,

as far as I know.

I didn't realize someone

thought that she was missing

until the officers came by

this morning.

- The police were here?

- Two of them.

[Ms. Oarblocker] And I told them

just give her a couple of days,

you know, she'll turn up.

She's always in and out.

She's a very independent girl.

Uh, if it's all right

with you, I'd, uh,

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