In the Cut Page #2

This is my partner,

Detective Rodriguez.

Hi. How you doing?

-How do you do?

-What the f*** is this?

-It's coffee.

-It's half a cup.

-Take it back.

-He gives me a half a cup.

What, does he expect you to fill--?

How long is this gonna take?

-I'm sorry?

-How long is this gonna take?

-Are you in a hurry?

-Where you going?

-My friend's. Half sister's.

-We'll give you a lift.

-So, what do you do?

-I teach.

-You teach what?

-You get a chance to run those prints?

-Teach what?

-English.

You know what an isthmus is?

isthmus be my lucky f***ing day.

-What the f***? You ran the prints?

-Yeah.

-And?

-Nada, nothing.

Look, the reason we thought

you might be able to help...

...is the bartender....

Luther Wilker?

-Yeah.

-At the Red....

-Turtle.

-Well, he said...

...you were there

on the night in question.

-He's got a good memory.

-No, we have your credit-card receipt.

Does that look familiar?

That's right.

I was at the Red Turtle

with one of my students.

-One of your students?

-Cornelius Webb.

But it was early. It was 3:30.

I was there for a short time,

then I went home.

Cornelius Webb?

Is that with two B's or not two B's?

W-E-B-B.

You were in the front room

the whole time?

-Yes.

-Are you sure?

Didn't I just say so?

You didn't happen to see

a Caucasian girl, mid-20s?

Not too tall.

Good-looking, wouldn't you say?

-What?

-She was good-looking?

-She wasn't bad-looking.

-Yeah, but she....

Well, did you?

-What is this about, exactly?

-Listen, Miss Avery...

...the deceased was seen in the Red

Turtle the same night you were there.

Seeing how you were there...

...maybe you wouldn't mind

taking a look at a few pictures.

Sometimes you see something

you don't remember.

Take a deep breath.

This one's kind of graphic.

Well, do you recognize her?

No.

Thank you.

Hey. Can't figure you out.

What do you mean?

Am I a murder suspect?

Look, I was wondering if you want

to go for a beer or something.

I got a cousin who works in a bar

in Sheridan Square...

-...and says a lot of writers go in there.

-Now?

No, not now. I'm working now.

-Two hours from now.

-Where?

Here.

What the f***?

You're a f***ing wise guy?

We got nice girls and nicer drinks.

Oh, excuse me, baby.

-Hey, Papi.

-Hey.

-Good to see you. Look at you.

-You are looking good.

Is Pauline home?

-Sorry.

-Oh, baby.

She could be up.

She could be down.

You know, go check the bar, baby,

okay? Hey, hey, hey, look.

That's cute. Is it real?

Of course it be real.

What, you crazy?

I don't let no psycho killer mess

with my girls.

He'd be dead. Bye, baby.

I make sure no one f***

with my goddamn girls.

What is it?

What's wrong?

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