The Killing Floor Page #2

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I'll impose on your ass

for wasting my time.

He's the one f***ing

wasting your time.

God f***ing damn it!

Either you're gonna do

something about it, or I am.

It's my house.

Well, we'll find

that out directly. After you.

We let 'em slide

on advances, the next thing you know,

quotes are gonna

be 80% of what they are now.

My client doesn't need

the advance.

- He'll do the work.

- Without incentives--

Hang on.

Your client

doesn't need the advance.

Well, that's mighty kind of him.

My top five clients brought

in an estimated, what?

Fifteen million dollars

worth of advances last year.

My bottom five, zero.

That's because

your clients were dictating

the terms of their deals

from a cabin in Maine,

wearing a f***ing bathrobe.

Every day is a war.

Be generals for chrissake.

No, no. I'll be done here,

uh, soon. Like 45 minutes.

Yes, we're just--

We're wrapping up.

No, no, okay.

Call somebody

at The New Yorker.

I got some renewal thing.

I have to go, bye-bye.

I shouldn't have to pay for it.

Okay. Uh, this came

for you today.

What is it?

A thank-you note

from Andrew Dunlap.

Never heard of him.

Put it with the others.

I just thought you should see it

since he wasn't invited.

He's a writer. He's--

He's the one that you told

to write a story

about himself writing a story.

Let me see it.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

That's an odd thing to say.

Do I look like I need help?

You look lost.

Actually, I'm very much at home.

I know who you are.

Then you know what I want.

Sorry, pal. Can't help you.

You got a problem,

you call my lawyer.

You're the one

with the problem.

Is that a threat?

Get the f*** out of my face!

Sleep tight, Davey boy.

Just let it go.

No, I'm not avoiding.

He has no idea.

No, look--

Will you trust me already?

I am not a child.

We are not having

this conversation again.

Look, I know what I'm doing.

I'm convinced.

Whoa.

Sorry, I didn't mean

to scare you.

Okay, well, I did mean

to scare you a little bit,

but you don't have

to throw knives at me.

You shouldn't leave

that elevator open.

That's twice now.

I guess you owe me one.

But actually, uh--

I came up here

to ask you a favor.

I have this terrible habit

of misplacing things,

and my assistant lives

on the other side of town.

What?

Hey. Heh.

I mean, if there's a problem,

you don't have to do it,

the hell with ya.

You don't strike me as someone

who misplaces things.

Well, uh--

It always comes

as a shock to me too.

Did you messenger me

something--?

Rebecca

David?

Did you have something

messengered over to my house?

An envelope from the office?

Oh, my God! I can't hear you.

I'm in a club.

Did you messenger

an envelope to my house?

I'll have to call you back!

F***.

I did owe you one.

Hey.

What are you doing?

I never sleep with a man

on the first date.

But sex is okay? Heh.

Sex is better than okay.

Come back to bed.

I just heard something.

What?

Right there.

It's just the pipes.

It's like that downstairs too.

You'll get used to it.

Small spaces.

What?

You asked me earlier

what I was afraid of.

Small spaces.

Is that why you live here?

I live here because I can.

Well, I'm glad you're happy.

I have to admit, this place always

freaked me out a little bit.

What do you mean, always?

Um...

Nothing.

No, you said this place

always freaked you out.

What does that mean?

Mm--

Nothing. It's just stories,

you know?

The guy that lived here before,

he was a little weird.

Well, what kind of stories?

Just forget I said it.

No, no. Wait a minute.

You said stories.

What kind of stories?

David.

Audrey!

Sorry, I--

Story's my business.

Just what I do.

Anyway...

call me later.

We'll share stories.

You're sure you didn't

messenger me anything last night?

Mm-hm. Sure.

All right, get me Garret.

I'm gonna leave a message.

Jump off.

Yo, it's me.

Real f***in' funny

about the pictures.

Ooh, I'm scared.

You f***ing jackass.

Call me.

Detective Soll, please.

What are you thinking?

It's Thurber.

Slow down.

First, ahem, you don't know

who sent what.

Second,

you don't really even know

what's in these pictures.

And last, I checked

the records back and forth.

Nothing ever happened

at your place.

Period.

Now, that's not to say that

something didn't happen there--

Thank you.

--and it just got covered up.

Covered up?

New York is

a corrupt clusterfuck,

just like any other city.

Now, Thurber was

a very powerful guy.

He played squash

at all the right clubs

and threw parties.

So where can I find him?

Well, that's never

gonna happen.

So, what do we do?

I'm not just gonna

sit here on my hands.

We are not gonna

do anything.

He knows we're on him.

And you know

where to reach me.

It's all copacetic.

Soll, it's Lamont.

I found the tiles.

The same tiles that

were in the pictures.

Something bad happened there.

Call me.

Rebecca

David Lamont's office.

I'm not coming in today.

- Reschedule everything.

- Uh, is everything okay?

- Did you get Garret yet?

- No, I haven't.

I'm on my cell.

Try me when you got him.

- I need to talk to you now.

- Um...

Hang up.

I tried to tell him you were busy--

I didn't know Thurber from Adam.

- I only know real estate.

- How 'bout any work?

He have any, uh,

renovations done to it?

Yeah. Yeah, he had

some work done to the, uh--

- The pool deck.

- Uh-uh.

Silver plumbing in the kitchen.

- No, no.

- That's it.

Some cosmetic work to

the, uh, bathroom, the stairs--

Bathroom. Let me see.

When? When was this worked on?

I don't know, David.

Twenty years ago maybe.

Doesn't say.

That's weird.

What?

Computer says there's a police report here,

but I can't find a file.

What's that mean?

Either someone took it,

or it's here somewhere.

That's brilliant work there, deputy.

Since the Freedom

of Information Act,

this place is

Grand Central Station.

You could always send

a written request,

and within 10 days

we'll get you what you need.

Forget it.

Forgotten.

Hey!

Come on!

Hey!

Camera on?

Yeah.

Case 29703725.

Triple homicide.

Entering the residence,

we come upon the killing floor.

We see the splayed body

of victim number one.

Victim:
Caucasian, male,

Head facing the north side

of the penthouse.

Multiple lacerations visible

to the victim's throat.

Blood spatter is evident.

Victim number two: Caucasian,

male, 8 to 10 years of age.

Several stab wounds

to the face.

Victim number three:

male, Caucasian,

Ooh.

What the hell is

going on here, huh?

Is that yours?

Yeah, it came

with the apartment.

Four bedrooms

and a big f***in' knife.

Well, how's about you just

set that thing down, huh?

How the f***'d

you get in here?

You think this is funny?

You think this is f***in' funny?

You called me, remember?

I didn't come over here

to play patty cake

with your sorry ass,

so unless you wanna go

all the way,

you are gonna drop

this knife and take a seat.

You left these

in the elevator.

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