No Mercy Page #3

Whoever Deveneux wanted to waste,

he got him first, huh?

So who was this?

I never got a name.

That's great, Jillette.

What were you two doing?

Driving around in the moonlight?

You talk to the cops down there?

You tell them about Joey?

They say that's our problem.

My problem.

It's different down there.

You don't know New Orleans.

They don't even talk like us.

I'll make myself understood.

Mr. Deveneux will see you now.

Thanks.

Detective Jillette.

Allan Deveneux. I'm Paul's cousin.

I talked to your superiors.

I don't know what I can add.

Bernice, Mr. Jillette.

And Susan is Paul's wife.

I know this is difficult,

but I'd like to ask a few questions.

- Mint julep?

- No, thanks.

What business was your husband in?

Agriculture, oil, that sort of thing.

- Was he having any financial problems?

- We never discussed them.

Was anything troubling him?

Any enemies?

Not that I know of. I knew very

little about Paul's personal life.

Know what he was doing in Chicago?

He hired me to kill somebody.

Susan has been under terrible strain,

and that kind of inquiry won't help.

- Does Michel mean anything to you?

- No.

She was with him.

Tattoo on her right shoulder.

A tattoo?

I'm gonna miss Paul.

He was a very amusing man.

I appreciate your coming down here.

I wish I could help more.

It seems your people

don't know a great deal...

...apart from a lady with a tattoo.

- You find that amusing?

I need to see his personal papers:

Phone bills, credit cards,

address books.

I don't intend to prolong this tragedy.

I hope you understand.

- I understand.

- Goodbye, Mr. Jillette.

Now, you should understand me.

I don't drink mint juleps,

and I don't care...

...about you or your

batshit dead cousin.

I'm looking for the bastard

that gutted my partner.

And with or without your help,

I'll get him.

You've just made a very big mistake.

About you? About you?

You? No. Not about you.

The place your mother

warned you about!

Male and female shows on-stage.

Disgusting! You'll love this.

And you get in free right now.

Men and women.

They're all real,

homegrown, no soy.

See the grisly acts of passion

just as they happened.

See the basement where

Angeline buried her lovers.

I came here for the weekend, and

I met this local girl. Name's Michel.

Blond, blue-eyed, about 5'6."

She's got this terrific tattoo

right behind her right shoulder.

It's a blue parrot, and I wanna

get one just like it.

I think she said she got it

at your place.

You don't do parrots.

Know any place that does?

Thanks anyway.

- Freeze, motherf***er!

- Lieutenant Hall...

We're police.

Someone's been on my tail.

What'd he look like?

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