The Black Dahlia Page #6

Raymond "Junior" Nash.

Warrant number 5-6-0-9.

Repeat. Code four.

We forgot about Junior Nash.

Here he is, dead

in the middle of a stickup.

He was trash and a killer

and I'd been right

from the beginning.

We let him slip

and the innocent died.

Blanchard!

He's in the men's.

No. I beat up a wall.

For messing up Nash...

Not good enough.

I'm sorry, Bucky.

Not good enough.

I'm sorry.

Oh, f***, Lee! F***!

Losing the first

Bleichert-Blanchard fight

got me local celebrity

Warrants

and close to nine grand

in cash.

Winning the rematch

got me a sprained wrist,

two dislocated knuckles

and the rest of the day off.

Smile at me.

Look soft and sweet.

I picked up

Lorna Mertz yesterday.

She had a copy

of a stag film,

her and Betty Short

playing les.

Pretty spooky stuff.

Did she mention me?

No.

And I checked

the case file.

No mention of that number-leaving

note thing that you did.

Listen,

I'm withholding evidence

for you.

It's a fair trade

but it shakes me.

Are you sure

there isn't anything

you haven't told me

about you and Betty?

Betty and I made love once,

that one time last summer.

I just did it to see

what it would be like

to do it with someone

who looked like me.

Jesus Christ.

Bucky, that's it. I swear.

Bucky, please stay.

You stupid slut.

Stay. Sugar, stay!

Hey.

We're famous, Dwight.

Notorious.

Where's Lee?

Bobby DeWitt's

probably in L.A. by now.

Lee always said I'd be safe.

You will be. You will be.

He had a sister.

What?

He had a little sister.

She was killed

when Lee was 15,

and they never

caught the guy.

Why...

Why didn't you tell me

this before?

He made me promise

never to tell you.

He thought it made him

too easy to figure.

Well, it sure explains

some things.

No, it doesn't.

Kay, where's Lee?

If you know,

you should tell me.

Kay,

Bobby DeWitt just got out.

Lee's all hopped up

on Benzedrine,

so what do you

think is going to happen?

Where is he?

Morrie Friedman called

a couple of hours ago.

The guy from New Year's?

Bobby's got a drug deal

somewhere

in a building Friedman owns,

the Olympic, I think.

When?

Now.

Jesus.

Dwight.

Bobby DeWitt?

Get your hands up.

Get up against that wall

over there.

Keep your hands

where I can see them.

Jesus.

I ain't out one week, and...

You're here for a drug deal with

Morrie Friedman. I know that.

Look, I'm just looking

for a place to take a piss.

Lee Blanchard's here. Did

you know that? Blanchard?

Man-oh-Manischewitz, I ain't seen

Blanchard since my f***ing trial.

Yeah,

but he's been on your mind.

And you've been on his mind.

I'm thinking that you let the word

out there knowing he'd come down here.

Look, maybe I flapped my trap at

trial. Maybe I was thinking revenge,

maybe talking trash

to my cellies,

but all I know is

what I read in the papers,

and when that f***er

killed them n*ggers...

Finish up.

I don't know what his version

is. What's your version?

Sir, all this between

me and Blanchard

is that I f***ed this big-tittied

Dakota c*nt named Kay Lake...

Hold it, pal.

Blanchard, behind you!

Blanchard!

No!

Here.

My apologies,

Officer Bleichert.

My men are instructed not to take

any chances, and you did have a gun.

The guy

with the choke rope,

I assume DeWitt brought him

for muscle.

No identification, nothing left of

his face after he hit the fountain.

You understand why we must

handle things like this, huh?

It's your building.

Uh-huh.

Come on. Bring him in.

Get him in here.

Officer?

See what we got here?

I can't think of another way,

can you?

Come here.

Come on.

Come.

Want to say something?

Fire and Ice.

Fire and Ice.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Just do it quick.

What happened?

What happened?

What happened?

What happened?

Stolen witness reports,

medical records,

autopsy photos.

Lee had turned his life

inside out

and my dad's apartment into the

Black Dahlia's House of Horrors.

I confessed

to the only priest I needed.

How long have you known

about this?

I don't know.

Why show me now?

I don't know.

He's not coming back,

is he, Buck?

Stupid son of a b*tch,

getting himself killed over a

little mope like Bobby DeWitt.

Damn.

Did you tell Kay?

Well, that's as far

as it goes, then.

Mo Friedman was right.

Our boy doesn't need any more

headlines. Neither does Kay.

This...

I want you to

stick with me here.

We are going to make

something of this.

What's a sexy girl

like you so sad about?

Nothing.

You've got tears running down your

face. What's the matter with you?

Just a bad day.

It's all right.

You must have a lot of fun.

You look like you have a hell

of a lot of fun. Oh, I sure do.

I'm a fun-loving gal.

You got any special guys

that you, you know...

I have a fianc.

Yeah, I met him in Florida.

And it was one

of those things that was...

Gosh, I don't know if you've

experienced this before,

but it was love

at first sight.

Yeah, I get it

about five times a night.

That's what it was.

He asked me to marry him

that night.

And then, the next day,

he was just gone.

Well, that "ask you

to marry him" always works.

No, he promised

he'd come back.

He was an Air Force captain, which is

why he had to leave. He went overseas.

And you know

what he used to do?

He used to write me

such beautiful, florid,

romantic love letters.

Oh, a poet.

Just a decent guy.

So, what happened

to Prince Charming?

Well, the night that

he was supposed to come back,

he was called to

do one last mission

and his plane crashed

over India.

And now he's dead.

Boy, you sure know

how to tell a funny story.

Yeah, I sure do.

Okay. Should I read

into the camera?

Yeah.

Okay.

I'm told that

I'm very photogenic.

I'm collating the KA update

sheets for tomorrow.

Anything new

you need him to add?

No.

Dolph's tonight?

I'm going to Kay's.

Wednesday nights were the nights she'd

make Lee and me a big dinner, so...

We haven't done it since.

We're going to try.

Should we say something?

We haven't said anything.

To my supercops.

I feel like I haven't said

anything right.

Haven't done anything right.

There's nothing to say.

There is.

There is.

He saved my life.

He saved my life, and I saw

him there and I couldn't...

Dwight.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't move.

I didn't move.

I never move. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Kay, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I could've saved him.

I could've saved him.

"Shoddy home construction?"

I cut my foot

on a bathroom tile.

You got it in you

to replace a few?

Yeah, of course.

Dwight.

Dwight.

I'd always wondered

where he kept it.

Were you ever

going to tell me?

He'd given all his money

to Ben Siegel and he...

He wanted to buy us a home.

I didn't know

there was any left.

Were you ever

going to tell me?

Something's burning.

Bobby did do the bank job,

Dwight. Don't get the wrong idea.

I don't know what kind

of idea I got right now.

Things were getting really bad between

me and Bobby, and I had to get out.

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