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[V.6.]

Trailways number 714 connecting Boston, New York, Philadelphia,

Washington D.C. and Miami...

Coming through!

Hey!

Coming through!

- Yeah? - Gimme a beer.

- Bud? Oly? Michelob? - Surprise me.

Two bucks.

- Is that Johnny Perks? - Yeah, that's him. You know Johnny?

Yeah.

He used to beat the shit out of me.

This is for the beer... and this is for the beer.

Hey! Billy Turner. You're looking as wimpy as ever.

Johnny Perks. Hiya back!

Hey!

OK, taco time, boys!

You can haul your asses outta here.

Oh, fucking marvelous. All of a sudden, you all understand English?

Yeah, so do I. Hey...

Yeah, well, these creeps got someone to stand bail.

Who have you got, asshole?

Hey, why don't you have someone call the mayor?

Last I heard, he was supposed to be my dad.

Do you usually go around punching people out?

Only on special occasions.

Yeah? What'd you have against Johnny Perks?

He was an asshole.

Well, you know how it is. I've been gone for a few years.

By the way, when did you start working here?

- Came down from Miami about a year ago. - Well, since you're new here,

you wouldn't understand that my getting thrown in jail

is one of the standard attention-getting devices that I use.

My father comes down, he bails me out, we have a little reunion.

Theatrical touches like this are very popular in my family.

I see you have all of $57 here. No credit cards, nothing.

What have you been doing for a living, Billy?

Well, I've been a close student of human nature,

an occupation that has constantly kept me on the move.

Right.

Might explain why nobody was able to get a hold of you nine months ago.

Hi, Ledbetter? This is Ortiz.

Yeah, I got a client for you.

Right.

Bye.

Look, I've stayed here before.

I don't need a bondsman. Just call my father.

Your father was killed last summer.

July 19th, somebody shot him.

No witnesses, no evidence, nothing.

It takes me five years to get here and when I get here, he's dead.

Un-fucking-believable.

William Turner. You've got my wallet and shit.

Here are your personal effects in this envelope.

I don't know about your shit.

Annie.

Joey's little sister.

So what are you doing working for the cops?

I don't work for the cops. I work for the county.

Next month, I get transferred to the harbor commission.

- So how's Joey? - I don't know.

Come on, slugger, let's go.

Bye.

Hm.

Here's your prisoner, chief.

Well, well, well, if it isn't little Billy Turner.

No place like home, huh?

And no friend like baby Jesus.

Hm-hm. Ortiz, you go on and you fiddle with the bail.

I got some old times to talk over with this young fella.

Oh, sit down, Billy, please.

Well, well... You are the chief of police now.

Hm-mm. Matter of fact, it was your daddy who got me the promotion.

And you paid him back by catching his killer.

You watch your mouth.

Don't be taking no liberties with me just 'cause you're JW's son.

Besides, you were never exactly easy to have around the house, as I recall.

Well, actually, what I recall is that

whenever I was in trouble, my old man helped get me out.

Hm-mm. I remember that, too.

JW used to say there was no jam he couldn't get his little boy out of.

You know, with a daddy like JW and all that protection, hm...

...I never understood why you left town.

- Well, chief, that's between him and me. - Hey, you listen to me.

Your daddy's gone.

And I'm one of the few people left in this town who even remembers who you are.

So when I ask a question, you best reply.

Chief, my dad might've done one or two things that were illegal,

and a couple of things that weren't very smart,

but I could always look him in the eye.

But when he married Malvina,

I just couldn't do it anymore. All she wanted was his money.

She was sleeping with everyone in town.

Well, Malvina's become quite the little business woman these days.

Oh, yes. What with the dog track, all that real estate and Club Florida...

- Malvina owns a night club? - Oh, yes.

- No. - Oh, yes. A pretty rough one, too.

People out there drink too much, play too much.

I'd shut it down if I could, but it's out in the county, not in my jurisdiction.

But a man by the name of Perry Kerch runs it for her.

And all the rest of the stuff, too, for that matter.

Perry Kerch.

Perry Kerch. Very well connected in Miami.

The sort of fella who knows where all the bodies are buried, if you catch my drift?

Billy, people around here are saying that,

well, you can catch sight of him up at your daddy's old place

any time of the day or night.

- Is Kerch the killer? - I don't have a thing on him.

But if he didn't do it, he sure in the hell knows who did.

Well, looks like I'm gonna have to pay this gentleman a visit.

I like you. And I liked your daddy, too, so I'm not gonna get in your way.

You really fixed it.

To tell you the truth, I used it a couple of times myself.

Well, what do I owe you?

I don't know. Like I said, I used it myself.

Let's talk about it next time you crank it up.

Next time...

So, what do you think about this new chief of police?

Hey, Billy, I work at the gas station around here. You know what I mean.

You saying he's on the take?

Leave me out of it.

- Watch yourself, OK? - Oh, yeah.

Jim Turner done an awful lot of good things.

Put the sewer through, he put the speed lights in.

He built the first decent school in my part of town.

Yep, he did a lot of good things.

Twenty years in office, and never a dull day.

Give a speech, shake hands, squeeze the county, keep the people happy.

He wasn't home much, but what's written there is true.

He was a bundle, all right.

The people around here, they loved him.

So did I.

Hello, Malvina.

Come on in, Billy, you're family.

I suppose it's changed a bit since you left.

Billy, I certainly do appreciate you calling on me at a time like this.

I mean, I know it must've been a terrible shock for you.

I mean, hearing for the first time about what happened to your daddy.

You know, you really oughta go out to the cemetery.

I mean, and visit with JW.

You know, I have not touched a thing in JW's den

since the night he was killed.

Look.

I just didn't have the heart to give anything away.

You have no idea how much I still miss him.

My friends have all been saying that I should

start to pick up the threads of my life again.

I don't know, maybe they're right.

Oh, Billy...

...it's so hard being a widow.

I mean... I don't know what's appropriate.

Oh...

Oh, I was only up from Miami about two weeks

and I remember I had on this blue sundress and, well,

your father just took one look and asked me out right then and there.

Yep, I remember. I was the kid standing next to him.

And you know, it was just two months and we were married.

And boy, was he a good provider.

Well, you never had to worry about

where your next meal was coming from with your daddy.

He always gave a girl a little mad money.

Yep, you were a great couple.

You always did like working in this greenhouse, didn't you, Billy?

That was one of those little traits you shared with the mayor.

Lord, how your daddy loved all these plants.

Tell me something. How is this Mr. Kerch working out?

Well, all I ever have to bother with is signing the books.

I mean, he keeps everything running real nice.

But things aren't real nice.

I just get home, someone's killed my father,

no one in this town gives a shit, and that's not nice.

However, if you really do wanna do something nice for me,

maybe you could tell me something about Mr. Kerch.

For starters, are you fucking him?

I'm just gonna pretend like you never said that to me.

OK, we're gonna mark that one down as a yes.

Who do you think you are?

When Perry Kerch comes back for his little matinee,

just whisper in his ear that I want to meet him.

- Thanks a lot, man. - Yeah, I thought you could use a hand.

- Hey, Billy Turner! Hey! - Hey, Joey! Hey, Joey!

Yeah!

Oh, man. Oh, man. You're a sight for sore eyes.

You know how many times I sat on that boat and said to myself,

"I wonder what that maniac Billy is doing, what kind of shit he's up to."

OK, how about burro riding in the Grand Canyon? -Yeah, you'd be good at that.

Um, hang gliding off the island of Catalina in the Pacific.

Last New Year's Eve, I was in Times Square. I saw the ball come down live.

- I was there with a billion people. - Great.

- So with you? What's up? - Ah, Blue City.

You know. Hey, your dad, man. I'm sorry about that.

- What do you know about that? - Well, there's not much to know, you know?

The local cops couldn't find their asses with a flashlight.

Yeah, I had a chat with Chief Reynolds and he gave me Perry Kerch's name.

Ah, the less said about that dude, the better, man.

Aw, come on, Joey, talk to me.

I mean, the guy is sleeping with my stepmother,

he's spending my dad's money...

I thought I could get around him, but I was wrong. I was stupid.

No, listen, I'll tell you one thing about this town, OK, one thing that I know,

and that's that Perry Kerch has all the answers to who killed my father.

And I'm gonna stick on him like a cheap suit in the rain. And I want you there with me.

OK, well, let me tell you something about this town. -OK.

Since this guy Kerch has been in town, Blue City has gotten to be the kind of place

where it pays to be careful.

"Pays to be careful." You're kidding me, right?

"Pays to be careful"? Hey... "We can be careful in heaven."

Who said that?

- I did. - The times have changed.

Shit, you know, I mean, I can't get my ass in jeopardy

at the drop of a hat anymore.

See, man, I...

...I got a job, it ain't much of a job, I got this bum leg,

and I've got to be careful now.

I ain't the mayor's kid, man.

Joey, I'm not the mayor's kid either.

Not anymore.

I can't help you on this one, Bill.

Well, what are you gonna do? You're gonna stay here and rot?

Or do you wanna get together and we can do this?

It's your choice.

- I've made my choice, Bill. - OK, good.

Do whatever makes you happy.

All right, here we go.

Gimme a beer.

- Two bucks. - Why don't you run up a tab for me?

I think I'm gonna be here for a while.

And by the way, why don't you tell Mr. Kerch that I'd like to have a few words with him.

Who the hell are you, anyhow?

Turner. William Turner.

So why don't you just find Mr. Kerch and tell him

that I would like to know who killed my father.

Hey, Charlie, who do you gotta fuck around here to get a drink?

How about me?

Just one drink may not do it for you, but it could be a start.

- What are you drinking? - Seven and Seven.

Did I just hear you asking about Kerch?

I don't know, did you? -Yeah, that stuff about him killing your father,

- was that supposed to be a joke? - Well, guess that all depends

on whether or not he's been killing anyone else around here lately.

You better hold it down. These are real bad people you're talking about.

Well, you got someplace where we can talk?

Gee, this room is real convenient.

A bed, everything. I bet the patrons here really love it

when they come up here for their nap.

- Come on, get off it, you're not that cute. - Look, you were gonna tell me

who else Kerch has been killing around here lately.

You've gotta be crazy talking like that in this place.

There's no way you can touch the man.

Unless you got some kind of real proof against him.

Funny thing about the cops, though,

you just never really know what they're gonna believe, now, do you?

- You already told them something? - Sure.

Had a long chat with the chief this morning.

He's an old personal friend of the family.

Come on, they'd never believe anything you'd tell them.

How do you know? I haven't even told you what I got yet.

Think you can live with that?

- Live with what? - Screwing up on your boss.

If Kerch had nothing to hide, then he wouldn't have you up here

pumping me for information the second I got into this place, now, would he?

The trouble is, you're so bad at it

that I know more about Kerch than you know about me.

You wanted to see Mr. Kerch? Let's go.

After you.

Hello, Billy. You can call me Perry.

Real pleased to meet you.

But I must say, I am disappointed.

To think my old friend Jim Turner would have a son that harasses ladies.

Well, I'm real... sorry...

...that the family gene pool doesn't live up to your expectations.

What can I do for you, Billy?

I want to know who killed my father.

It's a mystery. Someone shot him right in the head.

It was a terrible thing.

But I don't know who did it.

If I did, I'd tell the police.

Hm.

But it's no mystery who's getting rich because he's dead, is it?

Come on, Billy, what do you want?

Your share? Is that what's bothering you?

Oh, Perry, I want a lot more than that.

Look...

...I'll write you a check for... $10,000.

You just fuck off out of town.

- Everybody's better off that way. - Yeah.

Except my dad.

You think I killed your father?

Go call the cops.

You want my money? You're gonna need a hell of a lot more than that.

I'm not letting you push in on my deal.

Do you know... do you have any idea...

...of what you're fucking around with here?

Look at these guys!

I had to go to the state university football team

to get these specimens!

Look at this guy.

Look at him!

It took 500 years

of pure Anglo-Saxon breeding to produce something

this big and stupid.

You wanna fuck with these guys?

Look... I'm gonna fuck with you.

I'm gonna fuck with you until you tell me who killed my father.

Welcome home, punk!

What happened?

I took a beating at the roulette table.

Come on, I gotta get you cleaned up.

I've got to convince Joey.

Look, Annie, I need a friend.

I'm sorry. You may need a friend, but you don't want him.

He's a bum. He hangs out at the dog track every night.

I know he was your buddy. He turned out to be a small-time hood.

Nobody's a kid anymore.

- Some guy had his thugs break Joey's knee. - Who is this guy?

Perry Kerch. He had Joey busted up for stealing from him.

- Joey was stupid. - Well, that's a real coincidence.

Kerch had his guys beat the shit out of me.

Billy...

Wait, why don't you stay here tonight?

You're really in bad shape.

I'm gonna go find Joey.

I'm sorry about your father.

Well, what the fuck does somebody say?

Somebody can say, "You look really shitty all beat up."

Well, thank you. Yes, it does wonders for my personal appearance.

- Uh, is this what you normally wear? - What's wrong with this?

- Well, it's OK for a guy. - Thanks.

Look, I know this whole thing's rough.

They have everything stacked up against you. I mean, I know the feeling.

Well... thank you for your sympathy.

But, you know, I was a fuck up around here.

And a general embarrassment to my family.

And now all I have left is to find whoever killed my father and to make him pay.

Good morning, Joey.

I thought I'd stop by for another warm reception from my old best friend.

Well, it says here you hire out for sport fishing.

- When you start that shit? - You don't wanna go fishing.

You're not a goddamn tourist.

Well, I fell like a tourist.

Everything is so much different around here.

So why don't you take me fishing?

I take four people. That's a minimum of 50 bucks. -Fifty bucks.

I know, I got it right here. Everything in this town is 50 bucks.

Come on, Joey, lighten up. I know there's a lot of blood under the bridge

but we fuckin' grew up together. We played on the same basketball team, right?

Total recall. -So tell me what you know about Perry Kerch.

You wanna know something about Kerch? You go ask him yourself.

Yeah, well, I tried that and he beat the shit out of me, so now I'm asking you.

I'm asking my friend.

Wouldn't you like to see Kerch go down the tubes?

Well, listen, all I need is some information.

You don't have to get involved, just tell me...

I'm not gonna tell you again!

I'm not interested in Kerch. I got a new life.

I got a boat. I'm an independent operator.

Oh, this boat isn't shit, man.

So what am I supposed to do?

Let you fuck me over for a lousy 50 bucks?

Why not? What's so special about you?

Kerch didn't take your knees. He took your balls.

Aah!

What do you wanna know about Kerch?

Ten a.m. on the button. Scum Teeth never misses a workout or a sauna.

A real anal-retentive guy. - The worst kind.

So what's this problem with you and Annie?

Well, you know, a little family bullshit.

Apparently, I don't live up to her high expectations.

I can understand that.

Well, this is it. Billy Turner declares war.

- You gonna do it? - Hang around and find out.

Fucking maniac.

Price check on one.

Oh, hi there, it's Malvina. How you doing, Malvina?

Love that dress. Very sexy. Does wonders for your breasts.

Billy, what the hell are you doing here?

Oh, feel this. Is this not incredibly soft?

Say, um, have you spoken to Perry Kerch? How's he doing lately?

- I don't speak to Kerch every day. - Will you look at this?

I mean, this is great for parties, barbeques, family reunion.

My God. And maybe you even have a little coupon there for this. That would be great.

Billy, what...? Stop this. Why are you asking me about Kerch?

Oh, nothing in particular. I just heard he had a little bit of an accident.

- Will you look what they have on sale here? - No, no.

- I don't eat birds. - This must be the bargain of the month.

- Billy, I do not eat birds. - Oh, maybe you'd like another one.

Billy, stop it. What kind of an accident?

Oh, his car exploded.

But don't worry, it's nothing serious.

Although, did you ever wonder how these things happen sort of one right after the other?

I mean, one happens, then a second happens, and it's usually more serious.

Life's tricky that way. And you know something?

You should tell Kerch to be a little bit more careful.

Because one of these times, he may be in the car,

and you know Blue City wouldn't be the same without him.

Better safe than sorry. That's what my dad used to always say.

Yeah, collect from William Turner.

Mr. Kerch, I finally get through to you.

You know, I've been trying to reach you on the car phone all day.

No, you're kidding me. Blew up?

The crime problem in Blue City's really a bitch,

you know, I know how you feel.

Look, um, I gotta go now but I'll get back to you real soon.

Hi. I want you to pull the file on my dad's murder.

- I gotta have a look at it. - Oh, that's real smart.

You've actually figured out a way to get a civil servant fired.

Oh, but I'm a friend of the family, remember?

Yeah, and I'm just another guy, remember?

Well, you're looking better tonight. For a guy, you've got a lot of possibility.

You're looking better tonight, too. So what?

- Not your type, huh? - Get a life.

Well, I'm working on it. Me and my old buddy, Joey, we got some plans.

He's right there.

Go on down there and talk to him.

He's your brother for Christ's sakes.

Go on.

Tell him I'll talk to him later.

Been here all night?

- Watch your step. - Thanks.

- So... - Hey!

This here is the payout window, right here.

Right alongside is the door to the cashier's office.

OK, and this is the door to the parking lot.

They always keep it locked, but see that little "K"?

That's for the key that they keep on the inside.

OK, now, I need a gun, but I don't want to go to a hunting store to get it.

When you say "a gun," do you perhaps mean...

...something like... these babies?

- Safety. - This thing really work?

Sure does. Guy I got it from is doing five years for manslaughter.

So we're on for tonight?

I owe these guys a big one.

Big one.

When I was in the hospital with this motherfucker,

I used to dream about doing something like this.

I know Kerch's operations inside and out.

You can't afford not to take me, can you?

- OK, stick 'em up! - What?

Hey, work with me, man. I'm new at this shit.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

I'm a trainee bank robber, that's who the fuck I am.

And you're Jack shit, so just shut up.

OK, now you, show me what you got.

Hurry up!

Be seeing ya.

What's that? -It's a "mile long." You want it, all right.

- You don't, get out. - OK, just the fries.

- Just the fries, OK. - Yeah.

Thank you very much.

Billy, the chief wants to talk to you.

- What about my bike? - Don't worry about it.

Boy, this town is really turning into a dump.

Fast food, tourist bullshit, cheap hotels. How the fuck do you stand it?

Yeah, you may not believe it, but there's a lot of places a whole lot worse.

Where I was born... -Wow, really? Tell me about your cultural deprivation.

What, did you have to walk through blinding snow storms every day to get to school?

Fuck you, cowboy, just get off my back. I was born in Havana.

Oh, sure, you're probably from one of those wonderful families

that Castro ruined everything for, right?

What's your problem? You trying to see how far you can piss me off?

Piss you off? How the fuck can anybody piss you off, Ortiz?

I mean, you spend your whole days driving around, acting like you're Mr. Clean.

Meanwhile, you work for the most crooked police force in the state.

OK, cowboy, you're out of line.

Way out of line.

There are people who think I should run you out of town, Billy.

They say you're a disruptive influence, you know what I mean?

Like, for instance, what some fella did at the dog track last night.

- Did you hear about that? - No. What happened?

He screwed up one of the races.

What I'd call "interfering with the innocent employment

of people going about their lawful pursuits."

Ooh, that's quite a mouthful, chief. I'm surprised you've got room for it.

Rumor is that he stole a whole lot of money.

- Did you hear about that? - Well, it's all news to me, chief.

This money wasn't on the books. So f they did steal it, it must've been hot.

Now you follow that trail down the road a piece

and I'm liable to open up a whole can of worms.

Trouble is, hot money always gets used for other criminal activities.

So all in all, I'd be a lot happier fella if that money was in police custody.

'Cause if I have to go find it myself,

somebody's gonna wind up skin diving for alligators at the prison farm.

Well then, chief, just how much money did these fellows get away with?

About 30,000, or rumors hereabouts to that effect.

- As much as that, huh? - Hm-mm.

I'd be awfully disappointed if it wasn't at least 25.

Ooh, chief, that would buy an awful lot of junk food, now, wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it, though?

Oh, and one more thing. As long as you're here in town,

I'll look after you as best I can.

Kerch won't come for you here, but out in the county, you're on your own.

Hello, Billy.

I'd like to talk to you, if that's OK.

Funny how you knew where I was.

Let's have a drink.

Just you and me, none of my animals around.

Come on.

I came down here from Miami.

I help your dad run things, bam, he gets killed.

Then I fall in love with his widow.

Is that so bad? I run a club for her.

Now, you show up.

I figure you want in. I don't like that.

So I figure I'll buy you out, cheap.

If you don't go for it, I'll lean on you a little. Right?

- Right. - Didn't work.

So here's what we're going to do.

I'm going to give you a check for $50,000.

Here it is, right here.

And you take it.

And leave town.

No more war. Capisce?

Now you pick up the check and walk out, Billy.

And I never see you again. Ever.

Because I hate you.

And next time isn't letting the animals work on you.

Oh, no. Next time, you're dead.

You just don't get it, do you?

I don't want your money. I want whoever killed my father.

I want him in jail and then I want him in the electric chair.

I want some fucking justice around here.

And until I get it, your life is gonna suck.

Have you ever seen the chief not eat?

Who gives a shit about his appetite? You just pissed away most of our cash.

Listen, with Reynolds busy playing banker, he won't have any time to chase us.

Let's go.

You see, Joey, this is the kind of boat you should have.

This is a problem.

Well, hello, famous local hotshot racetrack thief. And of course you were with him.

With him where, for Christ's sakes? What are you talking about?

Don't bullshit me, Joey. Where do I work?

It's all over the station that somebody stuck up the dog track.

Listen, Annie, how're we doing on that favor I asked?

Fuck off.

I'll see ya later.

Look, what is this shit? What are you embarrassing me for like that?

Look, I care about you and I'm worried.

You don't understand. We are in a war with these pricks.

Get out of here, Joey, you're fighting a war with Kerch.

You already had your war and you lost.

Joey, Billy's nuts.

He's exactly like he was when you were in high school

when you guys were running around. You were both crazy.

Let him and Kerch have their war without you.

I don't know what you want from me.

Want me to end up on that boat out there?

I ain't gonna take anymore shit in this town.

That's over.

Gonna take you an awful long time to get home that way.

OK!

Let me ask you something. Why can't you leave my brother out of your crusade?

Because he doesn't want me to.

And Joey thinks he's taking care of me.

- Thanks for the lift. - Sure. Right.

Anytime.

I'm sorry for not being very enthusiastic about all this.

I'm not like you. I'm scared. I don't think you can beat those guys.

Hey.

- Now what? - Joey's got to prove himself.

If he doesn't get up now, he probably never will.

So you're doing all of this for him?

No, I'm doing it because I think it's right.

What do you want me to think about you?

I don't know.

I either confuse people or I piss them off.

So maybe we'll get lucky and we won't have to think. At all.

I thought Joey told you to keep your hands off his little sister?

I'm not necessarily thinking about the physical.

It's not a bad idea.

Sometimes a guy can't help but think.

I'm supposed to sleep on the couch.

Yeah, you can sleep on the couch if you want to. -No.

I think I could really like you. What do you think?

I think that's OK.

You're not supposed to be thinking.

- Hello? - Good morning, ma'am.

Miami Herald here. Parker speaking.

We understand that the Monroe County district attorney

expects to hand down an indictment in the matter of your late husband's murder

in the next 24 hours. Would you care to comment on that?

No, I don't.

- She buy it? - Yeah. It was on sale.

Pulling a really low, cheap stunt like this feels just great!

Great.

- Who was that? - Hm, nobody.

Well, it had to be somebody, now who was it?

Don't start on me this morning.

Now don't start playing your little games with me.

I want to know who the fuck it was.

- Hi. - Hi.

Well, you're home late.

Yeah, well, I have a really heavy schedule. I got a night job.

You know, I thought I'd try and make ends meet.

What are you talking about?

I got a job dancing at the Club Florida. I'm working for Kerch.

Why?

They don't know I'm Joey's sister.

They're gonna try me out for a few days.

I thought maybe I could find something out there.

You know, I could look under a few rocks.

I think that this is a really bad idea.

- Oh, you do? - Yes.

Oh, I see. It's OK for you to almost get killed

and it's OK for you to get my brother in the shit,

- but I can't do anything. - No, look...

By the way, here's the file on your dad's murder.

What?

Find anything, Dick Tracy?

No.

No fingerprints, no clues, nothing.

So what'd you expect to find?

I don't know. I thought...

...you know, if I went through it, I could come up with something, but, um,

no sign of a struggle, point blank range...

I figure that whoever killed him probably knew him.

You figured that anyway.

All right.

You're a genius. And I'm a dolt.

Getting the file was a stupid idea.

No, getting the file was a good idea.

Because that's how I found out about something else.

There was a notation to a collateral file on Reynolds' stationary

stapled to one of the reports.

Reynolds is keeping an open file on Kerch

and has been ever since he came down from Miami.

Well, darling, did you bring this file home?

No, I couldn't. Reynolds walked in when I was at the file cabinet.

I didn't want to take the chance. I only had one move left.

I called Miami and I had a General 607 run.

Uh... what's a General 607 run?

Oh, I'm sorry. A General 607 is simply a computer check

on all the public documents of the name that you feed it.

- So I programmed Kerch. - Oh, Annie.

Why didn't you tell me about this last night?

Because you were so busy telling me not to play detective,

I thought you wouldn't want to hear about it.

I'm gonna go check it out today. And if I find anything interesting...

...I'll tell you about it.

Maybe.

Bye, I don't want to be late for work.

- Hi, Mom. - What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, I don't know. I just thought I'd come by and give you a ride.

- On my motorcycle. - Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

Oh, no, I thought we could swing by the cemetery,

pay some respects to my old man. You remember him, don't you? Your late husband?

Let me put it to you this way:

either we find out who killed my father, or before you know it,

you're gonna lose this big house of yours. Now what do you say?

I don't know what to say to you, Billy, because I think you're crazy.

Now get out of here, leave me alone, and get this thing out of here!

OK, you can cover for Kerch if you want. I mean, that is your choice.

But you're gonna experience grief and woe of biblical proportions.

Billy, why are you doing this to me? I have never done one thing to harm you, ever.

Now don't treat me this way!

Check this out.

Huh? I've been soaking it.

It feels like a million bucks.

Yeah. You all set?

Uh-oh. What's the matter?

Are you're sure you wanna go through with this?

Now, why wouldn't I wanna go through with this?

Well, this isn't gonna be like the dog track, Joey.

If you walk in there with me, they're gonna recognize you.

When I walk in there,

they're gonna recognize me like I'm famous.

Whoo-hoo!

Annie... how's it going?

Great, as far as I can tell.

How do I look?

Look any better, you're gonna ruin my end of the business.

I don't think so.

I'll raise you a hundred right there.

OK, boys, let's go! Up, everybody!

- You too, piglet! - Move!

- Now move! - Move!

OK, now where's Kerch?

- He's not here. - What?

I said he's not here.

Well, that's too bad. He's gonna miss all the fun.

You got these guys? You sure?

Yeah.

- You go win me some money. - OK. Hold 'em.

Very nice. You with that blue leisure suit on.

That's an embarrassing unit.

You oughta be ashamed of yourself.

Yeah!

It's Christmastime!

- Hey, Billy! - Yeah!

He's beating the shit out of your club, there, boys.

I'm back!

Fatso, would you come here for a second?

- Payback time! - That's right, come up here. Remember me?

- You're a dead fuckin' punk. - Shut up.

The Michelin Man.

Drinks are on the house!

Fuck you, motherfuckers!

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

Yeah, you ride! You ride!

Clocking that pudgy boy on the knee changed my whole outlook on life!

To that beautiful chandelier!

I bet you Kerch's ass is on fire now.

But it's only little shits like you who are likely to get burned.

- Well, chief, what a pleasant surprise! - Chief...

You are rockin' the boat, fella.

Well, chief, I think this is the point where we say

that we don't know what you're talking about.

Because if I understand correctly, the Club Florida is out of your jurisdiction,

as is the dog track, so I don't think that there's any problem.

Oh, there's lots of problems with what you and your dumb ass friend's been doing.

First of all, the club is out in the county,

but the folks who go out there are from my town.

Their fun gets ruined, nobody gets locked up and I catch the heat.

Second of all, you ain't getting nowhere, Billy.

Knocking over a few slot machines ain't gonna put JW's killer in the chair.

- And third of all... - Chief, spare us, will ya?

Huh? You and your boys, you ain't putting any pressure on Kerch.

- We got to. - You really are bright, ain't ya?

Kerch has already wrecked one of your legs

and now you're ready to go another round with him?

Where did you get this asshole?

Oh, it's me again.

Well, chief, he's the only friend I have.

You two are the sorriest excuse for outlaws I've ever laid eyes on.

I hope you're not under the impression that you're still breathing

because you're good at this.

It's just been dumb luck, and I emphasize "dumb."

Kerch is coming after you real hard, Billy.

So my advice to you is: take a vacation.

Annie! You're Billy Turner's friend. This bullshit's no way to get Kerch.

Tell your pal if he really wants to nail him, I've got all the evidence he needs.

- Why are you so anxious to help Billy? - Money, honey.

Bring him to the Paradise Palms tomorrow night with every cent he's got.

Hey, what about that hotel right there?

- How far we going? - Far enough.

You got Reynolds to thank for this little joyride.

What a bum.

Oh, yeah.

The Driftwood Motel.

Major luxury accommodations.

Think they change the sheets here?

Of course they do. Four times a night.

What about a pool?

- Yeah. Right. - Can't swim anyway.

They ain't gonna forget us for a while.

- What's next, boss? - I don't know.

I was kind of counting on Kerch being there.

I thought maybe we could finish this.

Well, we're running out of options.

Coming down to the big final-final.

- Him or us. - Yep.

I guess you're right.

I wish you'd cheer up, boss.

You got me worried, here.

Have another beer.

Bill!

Billy!

- Booking. - Hi, it's me. Listen, I'm here with Joey.

He's fine, everything is great, and I'll have him call you as soon as

he gets home from school. - Listen, this is really important.

I think something's going on. Debbie Torres knows who killed your father.

Debbie Torres...

That girl from the club.

I think you'd better get back here.

Um, meet me under Falstaff pier at eight.

Are you still crazy about me?

Yes, I'm crazy about you.

See ya later.

- Hi. - Oh...

- You're late, Annie. - Oh, I'm sorry.

I guess I should've said, "Excuse me, chief,

I have an appointment with

Blue City's two-man crime wave."

I found this.

Oh, this must be the General 607 run.

It's a marriage certificate. Perry Kerch and Malvina Bragg,

October 17th, 1975. And there's no record of a divorce.

I ran a specific check on that.

She and Kerch have been married all along.

Great, so then, she and her husband take my old man and his estate for a ride.

Yeah, but guys, see, this still doesn't put the finger on Kerch for murder.

- Why didn't they just keep milking him? - Maybe they got greedy.

But it doesn't matter, because either way, if my dad found out about this,

- there's our motive. - So am I a great detective, or what?

What?

No, yes. You're a great detective.

Come on, Nancy Drew.

Debbie's in cabin 11.

- Who is it? - It's Annie. Annie Rayford.

- Did you bring him? - Yeah, Billy's here, so's my brother.

Annie tells me that you were with this guy, Hank, the night my father was killed.

Want some pizza, Annie? How about you guys?

I know I am starved. I didn't eat all day, I don't think.

Yeah, I'll tell you, it's just that I don't think it's the right time.

I mean, I gotta go out in a minute.

- You just ordered a pizza. - Huh?

You better cut the bullshit. You fuck with us

and I'll tear your fuckin' heart out, got it?

Oh, shit, this is a setup.

You bet this is a setup. Come on, babe, I wanna talk to you about this.

- Now you tell me about this setup, huh? - Fuck you! Fuck you!

Shut up!

They're gonna cut you up and use you for dog meat, man. Dog meat.

And I'm gonna love it.

Blue City police.

- Get down, Annie! - OK!

You see anything, Billy?

Whoa!

You OK, Annie?

- Wait, get Debbie, Joey! - Don't shoot, it's Debbie!

Cover me!

- Watch out! - Look out!

Tiny, let's get the hell outta here!

Uh, you go home now. Right away, as fast as you can.

- Listen to him, Annie! - Go home. Go!

- Perfect. - Put the guns down!

Do it now!

I just knew you were full of shit the first time you walked in here.

Who would you like me to call now, the governor?

Where you taking him?

I'm real sorry, Billy, but I'm not gonna be able to cover for you anymore.

No, sir. I just got back from that motel.

There must be a dozen ways to figure the evidence out there

and ten of them have you up for murder one.

- Oh, you ever heard of self-defense? - Oh, I forgot,

you're the new attorney around here, huh?

You're turning into a real nuisance, Billy.

I mean, I could put you away ten times over.

But no, that would make waves.

I mean, "Mayor Jim Turner's son goes bad" and all of that.

So this is what the investigation will show...

That slut at the motel was blown away for cheating on her pimp.

He got blown away by two of Blue City's finest for resisting arrest.

They brought you and that other dumbass in for questioning.

But I let you go. And you left town.

Now, have you got that?

Ortiz, come in here for a minute.

- So that's it? - No, that is not it!

If I ever see your face within ten miles of this town,

the charge'll be anything from resisting arrest or striking an officer,

anything that'll have you skin diving for those alligators at the state pen.

And let me tell you something else, sonny,

I got some friends out there that'll make you think that forever is a long, long time.

Put him on his bike and get him out of town. Pronto.

- What about Joey? - What about him?

Why don't you just let him the fuck go?

He's not gonna be a problem for anybody.

Release Rayford in the morning.

But if anybody sees this asshole again after he hits the highway, lock him up.

Or better yet, shoot him for resisting arrest.

Come on, Billy, let's go.

Nice bike.

Say, you gonna be passing through Jacksonville?

Yeah, you said you was heading north for Savannah.

Ain't no way you can get to Savannah without passing through Jacksonville.

Now I got a cousin works there.

He works at this great little bar called the Plantation.

Yeah. You should stop by.

Good food, good atmosphere.

Man, you're sure giving that phone a workout. Maybe you're dialing the wrong number, huh?

How'd you like to spend an entire day dialing the wrong number, huh?

Hello, Annie! Oh, hallelujah. Shit, I've been trying to reach you all day.

So did Reynolds let Joey out of jail like he said he would?

Yeah, they let him go.

Well, good, that's what he was supposed to do.

Hello?

Is Joey there? Maybe he'll talk to me?

Reynolds called me at noon.

Joey's dead. They shot him.

I had to go down and I had to identify him myself.

Oh, fuck.

I'm gonna go back there and I'm gonna finish this thing.

I know.

Pickles! Oh, onions!

- Yeah? - Why aren't the lights on out there?

What the fuck do you think I'm paying you for?

Turn the lights on and check the place out.

Right.

Let's go.

He's at the door!

Goddammit!

Just in the nick of, huh, Billy?

We'll get these bastards.

I don't want to see Kerch get away with killing your dad

any more than you do. Now I'll cover the back, you just flush him out.

Hey, sonny. Hey.

What y'all doing in this neck of the woods?

OK, Kerch, come down, you chickenshit!

You little prick!

Did you come home to die?

Why'd you kill Joey?

I didn't kill anybody.

But your ass is mine!

Shit.

What the hell did you come back for, you motherfucker?

Everything was OK.

Come on, Kerch! If you got me to leave town...

...why'd you have to kill Joey?

I said, I didn't kill anybody!

Yeah? Well then, who did?!

You're just greedy, kid. You want it all!

You'll get nothing!

Kerch?

Well, it's all over now, Billy.

JW can rest in peace.

And so can you, Billy. So can you...

Surprised, Billy?

Oh, your daddy was good to me.

He gave me the chief's badge, gave me a real big piece.

And I liked it, too.

But you know, the more you get, the more you need.

And I saw a way to get it all.

I killed your daddy, Billy.

In fact, I killed 'em all.

Ol' Kerch thought I was a real reasonable fella.

Yeah... just biding my time.

Letting things play themselves out.

Yeah, you showed that old Turner spirit, Billy.

Went right after it.

JW would've been real proud.

But I'm a hungry man, Billy. You know that.

Now come on. Give it up.

You know I gotta have it all.

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