Wonderland Page #8

You don't know who Eddie Nash is?

I worked Hollywood Vice for 20 years,

John, I know who Eddie Nash is.

- What are you saying?

- How do you expect me to protect you

if you won't go on the record?

I think... I trust you. I think you

could protect me. I don't trust them.

Ward:
So what do you

want me to tell them?

John:
Tell them whatever you want.

Goddamn stroke job.

He gives us nothing. Zero.

A fat f***ing doughnut.

He doesn't finger Nash, he doesn't

even put himself at the scene.

The Coroner's

preliminary report indicates

that the murder weapons, plural,

were probably striated lead pipes

an inch in diameter.

They got their skulls bashed in.

Whole pieces of bone, gone.

Three women. And that sack of sh*t

in there set the whole thing up.

I've been going there for two,

three years. Dude calls me brother.

He just sells out Nash and lets

somebody else do the dirty work.

Then he gets screwed on the split.

Now he's pissed off.

- Johnny boy. Hey.

- What's up?

So he hightails

it back over to Nash's house...

- John, my brother.

- How are you?

...and rats 'em out. He handed Nash

the Wonderland gang.

He served it up on a silver platter.

Get back, plain and simple.

Neighbors reported hearing

loud noises...

(yelling)

...and they thought it was some kind

of primal scream therapy or something.

It was a perfect plan, really.

There was people coming and going

all the time, always a party going on.

Some loud noise at night was not

gonna raise an eyebrow.

Exactly, but what he didn't count on

was David Lind surviving.

It had to be Holmes.

That piece of sh*t ratted us out.

Hey, I read Lind's statement.

He paints himself out to be an angel...

he's lying his ass off.

I got pushed from behind and my gun

discharged accidentally.

We don't know if any

of his statement is even true.

He knew who Nash was

the whole time.

You take these guns up there now

or I'll cut your head off.

What kind of thief doesn't know who he's

hitting until the robbery itself?

What fool would set up

the biggest gangster in L. A...

Hey, Eddie what's up?

...and waltzes back to his house

like nothing happened?

- Where you been?

- Well, Eddie,

I got a crazy story I think you're

going to want to hear.

David Lind is not half the liar

that that cocksucker is.

David Lind lost

the love of his life,

and he knows

that John Holmes is responsible.

Now it wouldn't surprise me

at all if Holmes

had planned on the murders

from the get-go.

- You heard his story.

- He pulls out my black book.

He's going to kill everyone in it.

Your name's in there, Bill.

F*** the black book.

The black book is a crock of sh*t.

It's a fairy tale.

He knew we were listening to him.

- He didn't want to get dirty.

- Neither does Lind.

Four people get

their heads bashed in

- and there's not a single witness?

- (door buzzes)

No, no, he was in that house

as sure as Christ was on the cross.

- Any one of which could be our guy.

- Including a left palm print,

palm down on the bedrail,

not two feet from Ron Launius' head.

Wait at minute, are you trying to tell

me you think he swung the pipe?

He was either trying

to kill him or trying to screw him.

Look, you read Lind's statement.

Holmes hated Launius.

Launius embarrassed him

in public all the time.

It really would not

surprise me in the least

if he had taken

a couple whacks at him.

You know what, Sam? You can't even

tie him to the scene of the crime.

Nico:
The fact that he's got a pulse

ties him to the scene of the crime.

Ward:
He doesn't need

to be there, Nico.

Nash knows he's terrified.

He'll keep his mouth shut.

Nico:
No, I don't buy it.

Nash is not an idiot.

He's certainly not going to put his

freedom in the hands of one.

Ward:
I've known John

for almost 10 years.

While I'll admit that we haven't spent

much time together lately,

the John I know just isn't capable...

I don't know who you know

or don't know.

All I know is that the cocksucker

in the other room there is a basehead.

And the one thing you can always know

about a basehead

is that they are completely

full of sh*t.

He's dicking us around.

A mile of dick and no balls.

If he had some balls,

he'd come out and say, "I did it."

But he ain't gonna do that.

It's your call.

F*** it.

We gotta cut him loose.

Hi, Sharon.

Thanks so much for...

- Where's Dawn?

- She's in the car, but...

- I want to talk to her.

- You think that's such a good idea?

Sharon, just be cool, okay?

Please.

- Hey.

- Oh, thank you.

Hi.

- You take care of him, honey.

- I will.

- You take care of yourself first.

- I will.

- Promise me.

- I promise.

Take care of this little one too.

- I love you.

- I love you.

- This is all I could get.

- Thanks so much, Sharon.

- I'll pay you back...

- Stop lying, I can't.

- Sharon, I'm not lying. We'll pay...

- It's a payoff, okay?

You should understand that term.

I'm paying you off

to stay out of my life.

(engine starts)

(car drives off)

(car approaching)

(tires screeching)

- (dogs barking)

- (car door shuts)

Sharon?

Sharon.

Sharon?

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry,

I had an accident.

I'm sorry,

can I come in please?

Oh my God, oh my God,

John, come in.

- Can you make it in?

- Yeah. I'm sorry.

- Oh, my God. It's okay.

- I'm sorry.

- I had an accident.

- I see that.

Can I have a tub?

I need a hot water tub.

- You might need to go to a hospital.

- No.

- Oh, John.

- Can I please...

- It's okay.

- I don't feel well.

It's all right, it's okay.

I'm going to put you

in this chair, John, okay?

I'm just going

to put you in this chair.

Sit down.

Could you fill the tub

with water, please?

- It's not really going good out here.

- Okay.

- Please. Okay.

- Stay with me.

- No. No.

- You're in shock.

- I have to check you out.

- No, please make a tub of hot water.

I need to get...

Sharon, put the water in the tub!

I'm sorry.

Hot water.

- Stay calm.

- Okay.

Oh God,

you have a head injury.

I'm sorry I yelled, but...

John?

Easy.

Okay, easy.

All right, John.

I'm okay.

I'm getting in now.

Okay, hot, hot.

John, close your eyes 'cause

this could sting if it gets in.

I'm homesick.

Where's the cut?

There's too much blood.

I gotta get it off, okay?

- John, where's the wound?

- Give me more warm water.

- Like a firework...

- Where's the wound? There's no wound.

This isn't your blood, John.

Whose blood is this?

I need a sponge, 'cause it don't come...

you have to really scrub.

- John, John!

- What?

What happened, John?

Five people are dead, Sharon.

They were murdered.

Up on Wonderland.

They shouldn't have done that to him.

They humiliated him... to the Nash.

They were so stupid.

- I'm not following this, John.

- He had my book.

He had my black book.

He had everyone's name in it.

He said he was going to kill you.

So I told him

I couldn't let that happen.

So then they went up to Wonderland.

They made me go there.

I did it for us, Sharon.

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