The Killing Floor Page #3

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And your laundry.

I am not

your f***in' maid.

What do you got to drink?

Man 1

Head facing the north side of the penthouse.

Multiple lacerations visible

to the victim's throat.

Blood spatter is evident.

So?

It looks authentic.

Yeah, no sh*t, it's authentic.

The killing floor.

Mm. That's what they call it

where they kill the animals

in a slaughterhouse.

Cops use it for

where they find the bodies.

You said nothing

happened here.

- I know what I said.

- What do you call that?

It's a knife.

Maybe it's a murder weapon.

Maybe it's not.

I mean, we'll check

it for prints.

And if that's blood on there,

we'll run the DNA.

That's all I can do.

What's going on, Soll?

Exactly what they want.

I mean, look at you.

You are a mess.

Death scenes show up at

your doorstep, what do you do?

You start tearing

your place apart,

and lookin' over your shoulder.

I thought this was

your business.

What do you mean?

Scaring the sh*t

out of people.

Looks like somebody's doing

a pretty good job on you.

Thurber?

I don't know. Maybe.

What do you know about him?

What are you asking for?

You're the one

that brought him to me.

Well, he's disappeared.

What does that mean?

You know,

as in... vanished.

The address he gave me

turned out to be

in the middle

of the East River.

You lost him?

Nobody is lost

without my say so.

You f***ing lost him?!

The kid is a mistake.

One which I will

correct in time.

Speakin' of which, yours is up.

Hello.

Man You really think

that cop's gonna help you, Lamont?

Who is this?

Watch your step.

Stay the f*** away from me,

I swear to God--

Check the bedroom window again.

Audrey! Audrey!

No, no. Keep that off.

Keep that-- Keep that--

What, David? What's wrong?

What's the matter?

Holy sh*t. Holy sh*t.

You're freaking me out.

Holy sh*t.

Talk to me.

Okay. Okay.

I'm sure he's just trying

to scare me.

I don't know.

Sounds dangerous to me.

Thanks.

Look, I know

it's a great place,

but maybe you should

think of moving.

Moving?

No.

I'm not gonna let someone

just scare me out of my home.

I'm just saying that--

No. I sai--

I mean, it's mine.

Well, you can stay here

as long as you want.

You motherf***er!

David!

F***ing Garret!

What the f***?

You motherf***er!

You motherf***er!

What the f***

is wrong with you?

All this over

some f***ing clients?

What the f*** is this? Huh?

What the f*** is this?

Goddamn it.

What the f*** is this?

"Formal apology."

Jesus.

- Hey. Hey.

- Ow.

I'm gonna get a towel.

I'll get a towel.

Yeah.

I love what you did with the place.

What happened to you?

You've become an a**hole.

Somebody left--

I thought you were

someone else.

That's funny.

I thought

the same thing about you.

Let me get some

of this sh*t on there.

Sh*t, you know what?

I can't get it

to stop, so let's just--

Let me run you

to the hospital.

It's all right.

I can take care of it.

I can take myself.

- Garret, don't be ridic--

- Shut up.

We'll have

to do this again real soon.

David.

David?

Hi.

Hey.

Oh, what time is it?

It's 11:
00. I tried to wake you up

a little bit earlier, but, uh--

David-- David, I'm concerned.

You seem a little bit off.

Okay, what you got for me?

Okay, well, you've got

a board meeting at noon.

At 12:
00?

Get me in, like, 55 minutes.

David, you can't.

Trust me, I can.

Shut the door.

David, please.

You look like sh*t.

Hey.

Hey, you don't

talk to me like that.

I'm sorry, I didn't-- I'm sorry.

It's just that this meeting

is very important--

Yes, I'm very aware of what

a f***ing board meeting entails.

I will have

everything ready for you.

I will make a pot of coffee.

Your shirts just haven't

come back from the cleaners yet.

So, there is a Gucci

just three blocks...

- Okay, I'll go.

-...away, on 51st.

I'll go.

Okay, I'll have everything ready

for you by quarter to.

- Sh*t. Give me my phone.

- Oh, yes. Here.

Three dollars Quick Pick.

Gotcha.

I found him.

Soll

Who is this?

It's Lamont.

Lamont, right, hey,

I'm kind of busy right now.

Hey, I found Thurber.

Wha--? What? What do you mean

you found him? Where?

Alphabet City.

The corner of 4th and B.

I'm standing outside

his apartment right now.

Did he see you?

- No.

- Good. Get out of there.

Why, so we can lose him again?

He's not going anywhere.

Unless he sees you.

Get the hell out of there.

I'll handle this.

He's all yours.

No!

Hey, honey.

You miss me?

You want to hear about my day?

Sure you wouldn't rather I put

- some dinner on the table, dear?

- Don't interrupt me, Audrey.

'Cause the one thing

I've learned from all this

is I'm capable

of just about...anything.

- David, you're not--

- Don't interrupt me!

So the clouds

of suspicion parted,

and a shining ray of proof

led me right to you...

and Thurber.

Did you know...

that Soll actually lost him

for a minute?

I mean, don't ask me how.

It's the f***ing guy's job, right?

But there he was,

leading me right to his front door.

After I called the police,

I made another phone call.

Any guesses?

Goodman.

You remember Goodman, don't you?

You should.

Because apparently,

you placed a bid with him.

On my f***ing apartment!

Imagine my surprise.

But it wasn't your money,

was it?

Was it?

F***ing talk!

No, it was my father's.

Bull sh*t! It was Thurber's!

Thurber's dead, you a**hole!

You need-- You need

to understand something.

I've lost the will to control myself any longer.

I just don't give a f***.

Of course, Thurber's dead. It's his son Jared.

I saw you with him this morning

at a coffee shop!

I saw you, Audrey! I know!

Thurber nev--

Never had a son.

David--

David.

You think

I'm a f***ing idiot?

You think I wouldn't figure

this sh*t out?

Listen to me.

Listen to me!

I wanted your apartment, yes,

but that's all, I swear.

I-- I-I got a call from, uh--

From, uh, uh,

a gallery owner today

and he wanted to meet

in the coffee shop,

and he never showed.

David, you have to trust me.

I don't have to do sh*t.

I still have the message

on my voice mail.

You can listen to it, David.

David, why would I lie to you?

Woman

Thank you for calling Gotham Realty.

Please leave a message

after the tone.

Goodman, it's David Lamont.

I want out. List the f***er.

Hello?

What the hell happened

Arther kid's apartment?

Who is this? Ahem.

What time is it?

What the hell happened

Arther apartment?

Soll?

Sh*t. What are you

talking about?

I left right after I called you.

Yeah, well, I got some

bad news for you. He's dead.

Somebody cut him a new smile,

ear to ear.

His body's in the bedroom.

Sound familiar?

Jesus Christ.

You ready for more?

Well, Thurber ain't Thurber.

His name is Frederick Hawkins.

Some De Niro wannabe.

Shakespeare in the park,

that type of sh*t.

You still there?

He's an actor?

Medical examiner just got here.

I gotta go.

How's your alibi?

Sh*t.

Yeah, I figured it might be.

We got to talk.

I'll be at your place

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