The Black Dahlia Page #2
You and Lee
are the white men of the hour,
so I hope
you enjoyed your ovation.
You won't get another one
till you retire.
Enough horse sh*t!
Listen!
This is the felony
summary report
for the week ending
November 14, 1946.
First, two liquor store
stickups
Broadway and Seventh,
and Hill Liquor in Chinatown.
That one comes
with a pistol whipping,
my personal favorite.
Russ Millard, Homicides.
Hi.
How are you?
My wife and kids thank you
for the raise, Officer.
Officer Bleichert, I'm Bill
Koenig. This is Fritz Vogel.
Welcome aboard.
Pleasure to meet you.
Lee, I heard something
you ought to know.
I was over at County Parole, and
Bobby DeWitt got an "A" number.
He'll be released to L.A.
in late January.
Thanks, Russ.
Who's Bobby DeWitt?
Old beef.
Pot roast tonight?
Don't say anything
about DeWitt.
It'll upset Kay.
Sure.
Nice place.
Fight stash.
Hello.
Dwight.
Glad you could make it.
How was your first day?
Mostly backslaps and paperwork
if I know those boys.
And look at that smile now.
Well, this is nice,
isn't it?
What?
You and Lee partners.
It's nice.
It couldn't have worked out better
if you'd planned it, could it, Dwight?
Well, I could've beat him.
Except you didn't.
I don't know, sweetheart. Bucky
was somebody back in the day.
And here we all are...
It's nice.
It's more than nice.
Might even be worth those
front teeth of yours, Dwight.
A toast
to Proposition B.
To the Bleichert-Blanchard
rematch,
bigger than
Louis-Schmeling.
To my supercops!
To us!
From November
through the New Year,
Lee and I captured
parole and probation absconders.
After tours of duty, Lee and I
would go to the house and find Kay.
Sometimes she'd make
dinner for us.
Other times, the three of us
would go out on the town.
Always she'd be there
never between us,
always in the middle.
For New Year's,
we headed downtown
to a dinner club
owned by Morrie Friedman,
who sometimes clued
Lee in to L.A. drug traffic.
Happy New Year!
It was the best time
of my life.
Listen up!
Gentlemen, thank you.
"Raymond 'Junior' Nash.
"Statutory rape,
armed robbery, felony mayhem.
"Texas State Prison.
Alcatraz."
Mr. Nash pistol-whipped
a little old lady
at a stickup near Leimert
Park, Tuesday morning.
She died last night.
Anything common
in the sex beefs?
Negro girls. Young ones.
All the complainants
have been coloreds.
Junior Nash
was an inbred Okie sh*t-kicker
who came west and took
all us locals for easy marks
cowboys to look like Gene Autry.
Of course, I didn't care
if he was a hard man
or what he thought
about anything.
senior citizens to death.
He was a coward
and I wanted to put him down.
I got a tip for the hophead who's going
to be at Norton and Coliseum tonight.
Hey, partner,
everything good to go?
Yeah.
Nash just got a f*** pad
on Norton and Coliseum.
Scram! Get out of here!
Okay!
Fine.
- Don't make me say it twice!
- All right! We're going!
Make some money, man.
Oh, my! Oh, help!
Help me! Help, somebody!
Please! Help!
Stop! Stop the car!
Please stop! Stop! Stop!
Listen. I'm broke.
Baby, he's gonna cut
us a real good deal on this.
I have been knowing him
for a long time.
You ain't got to worry
about a thing, okay?
You ain't got to worry.
I got this dirty cop.
Mmm-hmm.
He's going to
take care of me real soon.
And I mean real soon.
Dirty cop?
I haven't heard
of a clean cop, Baxter.
I just want to go home.
Why do you do this to me, huh?
Why? Why this? Why? Why?
Same reason why you do this to
me. You know why I do this to you.
Where is this guy? He's right
there. We almost there. Come on.
Come on, baby! Come on.
Oh, God,
I got to follow you now?
Come on.
Listen, this is the last time.
Bucky, wake up.
Bucky, look out! Get down!
I was half-asleep, but Lee
had his boxer's wits about him.
He felt the blow coming.
He saved my life.
Get your motherfucking hands off
me, man. I ain't done nothing!
Yeah, what do you call that
shooting gallery back there?
F*** you, man!
Lee!
Lee!
Well, that's about it.
Thank you for your time, Detective,
and for the good police work.
Blanchard knew the white guy,
I guess.
Busted him once.
He snitched for Lee
a couple of times.
Baxter Fitch.
It's a busy neighborhood.
Take a look at top billing.
All right, easy.
Guys, guys. Please.
Don't trample over everything,
please. Easy.
Secure the area.
All right, listen up.
No reporters view the body.
You photo men, finish
taking your pictures now.
Coroner's men, put a sheet on
the body as soon as they are done.
We set up a perimeter
six feet back.
arrest him.
Now, gentlemen, before
this gets out of hand,
let's put the kibosh
on something.
With publicity,
you get confessions.
With confessions, you get
crazies, liars and false leads.
So, we keep some things quiet.
The ear-to-ear
facial lacerations,
disembowelment,
you keep this information
to yourselves.
Not your wives,
not your girlfriends,
no other officers,
and I mean no...
Bleichert, what the hell
are you doing here?
Where the hell's Blanchard?
He's right here.
in that building over there.
radio about a shooting.
Was that Nash?
No.
We had some trouble.
Stand back!
Get back of the line!
Move back. Come on, boys.
Get them back!
Hey, Raymond Nash, remember?
We need to go
check out that room.
Nash didn't do this.
No. But he beat
a woman to death.
That's why
he's our priority warrantee.
All right!
Baby.
What happened?
Nothing.
I don't want to talk about it.
Lee, Baxter Fitch just happened
to be there? What happened, Lee?
What do you know about it?
I know you, Lee.
I know you, Lee.
Lee...
He knew one of the guys, so...
Dwight, was it you or them?
He saved my life.
Hey, Kay,
who's Bobby DeWitt?
I know he's an old beef
of Lee's.
But he doesn't want to talk about
it and he gets out in a week.
You know who he is?
I'm scared, Dwight.
I'll take care of it.
You don't know Bobby.
Bobby DeWitt.
Who are these men
who feed on others?
What do they feel when they cut
their names into somebody else's life?
It was the case
that made Lee's career.
He'd never said a word
about it and I'd never asked.
One of Lee's snitches
fingered Bobby DeWitt,
a small-time pimp with a yard-long
rap, as the brains behind the job.
trial, never coughing up the dough
testimony from some of his girls
including one Katherine Lake,
formerly of Sioux Falls,
South Dakota,
and looking to go straight.
DeWitt got 10 to life
in San Quentin.
Lee got Kay
or maybe it was
the other way around.
We're supposed to be
looking for Nash.
Priority.
Yeah, priority
for Homicide Division, not us.
Nice white girl gets snuffed.
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