The Black Dahlia Page #4

up on Hollywood Boulevard

speaking to this older woman.

And she,

she was wearing a man's suit

and had a man's short haircut.

But it was just that once.

Miss Saddon, are you saying

they were talking to a lesbian?

Your driver's here.

Yeah. I got to go.

We're not done yet.

Well, then,

how about you arrest me?

Because the truck don't wait!

Why don't we take a look inside

Lorna's bag, and then maybe you can go.

That's her.

Christ, she's 15.

Do you know what studios

Betty tested at?

They weren't exactly studios.

Screen test,

Elizabeth Short.

So, where are you from?

Boston.

How long you've lived here?

Two years.

Lost your accent.

Yeah.

You know, when in Rome. Why? Are you

looking for a girl with an accent?

No, no. That's all right.

Because I can just bring it

back like that.

Because I'm a whiz with accents and I

basically do every accent in the world.

We don't really need

an accent, thank you.

'Cause I can be

from anywhere.

Okay.

Let's hear

that Boston accent.

Now?

Yes.

No, I can't do it now.

I would have to meet with

my dialect coach, Milton Perl,

who was introduced to me

by David Selznick.

You know

David O. Selznick?

I do.

He's been very,

very, very kind to me.

He's taken me out

to such beautiful dinners

in fancy restaurants.

And he's treated me

like a lady

and with respect

and guess what.

He was very, very,

very impressed

when I did my Scarlett

for him.

You auditioned for Scarlett O'Hara?

No, I didn't audition for Gone

With The Wind, but, the thing is...

Gosh, I just love that movie

so much

that I decided that I had to

memorize all of Scarlett's dialog.

Well...

And I want to do it for you

because I think

you're handsome.

No, no, I don't think we need

that... But I think you're handsome

and I'm going to do it

for you right now.

"As God is my witness

"As God is my witness

"I will never go hungry again.

"Even if I have to lie

"or cheat

"or steal.

"I'll never go hungry again."

He hated her.

Bad, and he wanted

the whole world to know it.

Lee, you got to eat something.

Get this off the table!

God damn it!

Dwight,

you got to do something.

He's been like this

since last night.

Get some air.

I'll take care of him.

Bucky,

this ain't a random job.

He knew what he was doing

every single step of the way.

You learn anything

about our girl today?

Nothing worth

you doing this to yourself.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

No, I'm staying here with her.

Come on.

Go learn something

about our girl!

Love

For sale

Advertising young love

for sale

Beverage Control?

LAPD Homicide.

Who got snuffed?

Seen either of them?

The Dahlia's a sister?

I don't know. You tell me.

Never seen her

except in the papers.

And the schoolgirl twist,

I've never seen.

We don't truck

with underage stuff, capisci?

Never seen her, man.

Don't f***ing lie to me.

She's 15 f***ing years old.

Come clean or I'll slap

a contributing beef on you

and you'll spend

the next five years

serving raisinjack

to bull dykes in Tehachapi.

A couple of times.

Two or three months ago.

She used to get drinks

off the sisters,

though, she liked boys.

I'm sure, man.

Not the Dahlia. Never.

For a trip to paradise

Love

For sale

Let the poets pipe of love

In their childish way

I know every type of love

Better far than they

If you want

the thrill of love

I've been through

Excuse me, ladies.

I'm sorry.

I was wondering

if you've seen this girl.

Have you?

No.

Everything but true love

Haven't seen her.

This girl?

Advertising young love

For sale

If you want to try my wares

Come with me

and climb the stairs

Love

For sale

She wasn't the first

Dahlia wanna-be I'd seen

but she was the best.

Was she the les

that Betty and Lorna knew?

Or was she just some rich b*tch

with a taste for the low life?

I will not have these

in my house anymore.

No!

It is insane!

After everything that's happened to

us, Lee. I will nail this guy, Kay!

I'll do this,

I will do this!

Talk to her, Bucky.

Reason with her.

Jesus.

Lee, she's right.

There's at least

three misdemeanors here.

You can't...

I promised him a week on this.

Four more days, and it's over.

Dwight, you can be so gutless

sometimes, you know that?

Three days

since we killed four men.

Three days

until Bobby DeWitt got out.

I tried to tell myself I was the

sturdy leg in our little triangle.

I was worried it was true.

Slumming, Miss Linscott?

I am now.

Daddy spying on me again?

"Maddy, girl, you shouldn't be congregating

"in such unsuitable places."

I'm a policeman.

That's a new one.

Homicide.

Let's try Elizabeth Short

and Lorna Mertz.

I know you knew them,

so don't jerk me off.

Otherwise, it's downtown

and a whole lot of publicity.

This is all a fluke.

I met them at LaVerne's

last fall.

Betty, maybe one time.

Lorna, a couple.

They'd come in to cadge a

drink or a meal off a sister.

So why'd you rabbit

last night?

Mister,

my father is Emmett Linscott.

The Emmett Linscott?

He built half of Hollywood

and Long Beach.

Imagine the headlines,

"Construction Tycoon's Daughter

Questioned in Dahlia Case.

"Footsie

at Lesbian Nightclub."

Get the picture?

Technicolor.

So what'd you talk about?

When?

When you were playing footsie.

Lorna talked about her stupid boyfriend

back in Hicktown, Nebraska, or wherever.

Betty talked about the latest

issue of Screen World.

Starlets, Hollywood dreams,

the whole sad nine yards.

So, did Betty ever tell you

about a movie she was in?

On a conversational level, they

were right up there with you.

Cute. Answer the question.

Look, I'm tired. Do you want

my alibi so I can go home?

Sure.

My family and I were in Laguna from Sunday

through Thursday, along with the servants.

If you want verification,

call Daddy,

but please be discreet.

So,

what do I have to do to keep

my name out of the papers?

What do you mean?

That's not very convincing.

I don't need your Daddy's money,

if that's what you're saying.

You know it's not

what I'm saying.

I might be convinced.

Tomorrow night, 8:00.

My address is 482 South

Muirfield, Hancock Park.

I know the address.

Not surprised.

Pick me up.

Like a gentleman,

not like a cop.

Oh, one more thing.

What's your name?

Bucky Bleichert.

Bucky?

I'll try to remember.

I can hear you just fine.

Look, ma'am, you mind?

I've just learned to type.

Yes, I understand.

A werewolf and Red Sheridan.

What if the werewolf

is Red Sheridan?

Yes, that would be

more efficient.

I love tip duty.

How's Kay?

Not good.

You mind if I bunk out at your

pop's place for a few days?

Sure.

Thanks.

DeWitt gets out tomorrow,

Lee.

I was thinking maybe

I should talk to him.

Blanchard, Homicide.

Lee.

All right, people,

let's get back to work here.

Yeah, it's an earthquake.

I heard it.

Look, I didn't know

you were a boxer.

Daddy's heard of you and he

insists you stay for dinner.

I told him we met at that art

exhibit at Stanley Rose's Book Shop.

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