Mississippi Murder Page #2

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at this painting, will ya?

And tell me if you don't

think that's a little strange.

Yeah, it is.

Well, Fellini would've

been proud, huh?

Who?

Ms. Wallace?

I'm detective Michael Mavredes.

Do you mind if I ask you

some questions?

Yeah.

Did you know the young man?

Since he was born.

I'm sorry.

He had his problems,

but he was a good kid

and a great talent.

He...

He didn't deserve this.

Did he ever speak to

you about being unhappy?

Maybe, maybe hurting himself?

David was Lucy moon's son.

We just had this

celebration of a lifetime

to honor their work.

There's, there's no way

David just committed suicide.

Okay.

Oh, how am I gonna tell Lucy?

Yes, Ms. Wallace. In my experience,

I should probably handle that.

No, no, no, no, no, I'll go.

Okay.

Ms. Wallace, are you sure

you want to do this?

She's my best friend.

Okay.

Rosemund, what a nice surprise.

Hi, Lucy.

Um, this is detective Mavredes.

- Ms. moon.

- Yes?

Uh, we have something

we need to tell you.

Well, what is it?

Tell me.

Ms. moon, it might be best

if we go inside.

No, tell me now, here.

Ms. moon, I'm so very

sorry to tell you this.

Today we discovered you son's

body in the Wallace gallery.

I don't know

what happened back there.

It's understandable.

How do we find who did this?

That's what I'm going to

try and find out.

Hey, Rosey, go home, okay?

I can do this,

you need to get some rest.

I need to keep busy.

Signet ring?

Look at this.

Here, give it to me.

I'll put it up in the office.

Oh, no, you're fine.

I'll give it to

detective Mavredes.

Hey, Ms. Wallace.

I got my stuff out back.

Great, go give him a hand.

I'll be right out.

Good to see you.

We're all looking

forward to your show.

Thank you.

These are just wonderful.

Yes, ma'am.

They just wash up

on the shore and I find them.

Maybe you could come with

me sometime, I'll show you.

I would love that.

Thank you.

- They're, uh, so crude.

- Austin!

Well, I mean look at them.

They're just completely

lacking in sophistication.

It's precisely

the lack of sophistication

that makes his

work so appealing.

There's a rawness, a certain

primal quality to them.

You cannot be serious.

You...

You're the only gallery in town that

has the balls to showcase real work.

- Yeah.

- Not this crap.

This...

That's why I work for you.

Not for your f***in'

15 bucks an hour.

- That's enough, Austin.

- And how do you think I feel?

You don't look at my

photographs for what, ever?

And then this guy comes in off the

street with some driftwood sh*t

and you just can't

wait to showcase him.

Yeah, thanks.

F***!

You are an artist.

You are an artist.

You are an artist.

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