The Black Dahlia Page #4

Oh, God,

I got to follow you now?

Come on.

Listen, this is the last time.

Bucky, wake up.

Bucky, look out! Get down!

I was half-asleep, but Lee

had his boxer's wits about him.

He felt the blow coming.

He saved my life.

Get your motherfucking hands off

me, man. I ain't done nothing!

Yeah, what do you call that

shooting gallery back there?

F*** you, man!

Lee!

Lee!

Well, that's about it.

Thank you for your time, Detective,

and for the good police work.

Blanchard knew the white guy,

I guess.

Busted him once.

He snitched for Lee

a couple of times.

Baxter Fitch.

It's a busy neighborhood.

Take a look at top billing.

All right, easy.

Guys, guys. Please.

Don't trample over everything,

please. Easy.

Secure the area.

All right, listen up.

No reporters view the body.

You photo men, finish

taking your pictures now.

Coroner's men, put a sheet on

the body as soon as they are done.

We set up a perimeter

six feet back.

Any reporter crosses it,

arrest him.

Now, gentlemen, before

this gets out of hand,

let's put the kibosh

on something.

With publicity,

you get confessions.

With confessions, you get

crazies, liars and false leads.

So, we keep some things quiet.

The ear-to-ear

facial lacerations,

disembowelment,

you keep this information

to yourselves.

Not your wives,

not your girlfriends,

no other officers,

and I mean no...

Bleichert, what the hell

are you doing here?

Where the hell's Blanchard?

He's right here.

Nash might be renting a room

in that building over there.

I heard something on the

radio about a shooting.

Was that Nash?

No.

We had some trouble.

Stand back!

Get back of the line!

Move back. Come on, boys.

Get them back!

Hey, Raymond Nash, remember?

We need to go

check out that room.

Nash didn't do this.

No. But he beat

a woman to death.

That's why

he's our priority warrantee.

All right!

I need everybody right now!

Baby.

What happened?

Nothing.

I don't want to talk about it.

Lee, Baxter Fitch just happened

to be there? What happened, Lee?

What do you know about it?

I know you, Lee.

I know you, Lee.

Lee...

He knew one of the guys, so...

Dwight, was it you or them?

He saved my life.

Hey, Kay,

who's Bobby DeWitt?

I know he's an old beef

of Lee's.

But he doesn't want to talk about

it and he gets out in a week.

You know who he is?

I'm scared, Dwight.

I'll take care of it.

You don't know Bobby.

Bobby DeWitt.

Who are these men

who feed on others?

What do they feel when they cut

their names into somebody else's life?

It was the case

that made Lee's career.

He'd never said a word

about it and I'd never asked.

One of Lee's snitches

fingered Bobby DeWitt,

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