Spartan Page #3

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Wait. We've all seen the pictures.

Beautiful young girl like that...

...what do you care what color

she dyes her hair?

Now why does that make her a slut?

She's f***ing another guy.

You want to talk about it?

If you want to talk about it,

I will give you one minute.

Nothing hurts worse than that,

if she's sleeping with another guy.

There's this...

This teacher that...

I shouldn't be telling you this.

She's sleeping with a teacher?

Well, she says she isn't.

I said if she wants to f*** old men, she

should go to the Back Light, go all the way.

- Back Light?

- Yeah. It's this club by the Fenway.

It's like a joke at school, like a rumor.

This girl or that girl went with

a businessman for one night...

...made a thousand bucks.

This is a lovers' quarrel, all right?

I said something that I regret.

I sent a note that I regret.

I can assure you, officer...

...if you see your way clear

to give me a break, it'll never...

The Back Light.

It's a club in the Fenway.

A club in the Fenway.

No morgue. No hospital. No note.

The parents?

The mother, you know where she is.

She's a drunk. He's holding up.

- He was in town yesterday to see her.

- He was?

- We snuck him in and out.

- How long were they together?

- Parker.

- One second.

- He copped to it.

- Copped to what?

Left his post. Punched out early

to go boffing his girlfriend.

Hope she was worth it.

- Sir.

- All right. Let's get back on it.

Okay. Back Light.

A restaurant, The Black Night...

...The Black Light, a bar,

a supper club.

Black Light, that's it.

Put up the graphics on the girl.

Take a look at this.

We ran it up from a description

of the colorist from the beauty parlor.

Show him what we got.

Transport is under command of state.

We refer to section two.

Yeah, I understand.

- May I have your jacket?

- Right, I got it.

Yeah.

Get their guys off the perimeter.

Get our guys in.

I need $5ooo.

- Annie.

- I heard it, $5ooo.

- Scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?

- Yes, sir.

Five thousand dollars.

Need you to sign for it.

You sign for it.

All right.

- What happened to your wedding ring?

- I took it off.

Did you go off your wife?

No, sir, I'm working.

Keep your mouth shut, your eyes open.

And form on me.

Move aside. Move aside!

Oh, Jesus.

All right, then. Who saw it?

I believe he had a hideout piece.

Who frisked him?

Who frisked the son of a b*tch?

The girl he went to see, get her in.

The one he was f***ing.

- Two guys to her house, right now.

- Seal the room off.

Check out the file.

Seal the room off.

He was off post when

he snatched the girl?

Yeah, well, apparently he felt bad

about it.

- Show me a set of keys.

- I ain't got them.

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