Mississippi Murder Page #4

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Yeah, well?

I mean, he sat with you for the

length of an entire portrait.

Surely you can tell me a

little bit more about him.

Well, he squirmed

the whole time.

Just like a wriggly

little snake.

Now I hardly find it necessary

to remember those who are

not well-mannered, nor fun.

Introduce me to him.

Well, unfortunately Mr. Travers

and I have lost contact.

Oh.

Oh, well fine, I will be

using your name though

when I call his office.

Oh, thank you.

You've just killed my buzz.

Good, since I've got you

in a lucid moment.

Hmm?

What do you know about high

roller soirees here on the coast?

The kind I wouldn't

be invited to.

Why, because

you're an art dealer?

- Because you're a democrat?

- Because I am an adult woman.

Honey, you can't be serious

about meeting that man.

Oh, I'm serious as sin, honey.

Make it happen.

This is hopeless.

Excuse me, what are you doing?

I came to get some things.

There's nothing of yours

here, so please leave

'cause I got to open up soon.

Look, I know you don't

think much of me.

But I loved David,

and I did everything for him.

Connie Lee,

this is not the time.

Things I'm sure

you wouldn't approve of.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm sure his

death was very painful for you.

You can't stand the idea

that someone was as important

to him as you were.

He was like a son to me.

David could never be happy.

He only wanted attention

from one person

and that was his mother.

Okay, I think

you've said enough.

Would you please leave?

David didn't kill himself.

He had too much to prove.

Austin, honey.

Rosey, listen I'm so

sorry about yesterday.

I just really wanted

to show you my art,

and my passion

got the better of me.

No, no, no, don't

even worry about it.

I wanted to talk, you know we...

We never even talked

about what happened.

You okay?

About David,

it's a terrible thing.

Yeah.

But, I mean, it's not

completely unexpected, right?

Excuse me, what?

- I mean, you had to know.

- Know?

He was coked out of his mind

like all the time.

That girlfriend

of his, Connie Lee...

That's no way to

talk about David.

My god, you didn't know.

You didn't...

You people, you look at David...

You know what, you're right.

We shouldn't talk about it.

Life goes on.

Well, I'm not going to stop until I

found out what happened that night.

You know, it's a suicide, right?

No, it was not.

Leave the police work

to the police, Rosey.

Yeah, well the police aren't

doing a god damn freakin' thing.

Hi.

Ms. Wallace, you okay?

Yeah, I want to talk to

you about David's murderer.

Yeah, I know he was murdered.

- What are you doing about it?

- My job.

Look me in the eyes

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