Slam Dance Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1987
- 92 min
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No! No!
Hold it!
Wait a second!
Hey! Hey!
Hey, which one of you guys
is Charles Drood?
l am.
So, you never saw either one of
these men before?
Nope.
And if you saw them again...
do you think you could
identify them?
Yeah, maybe.
Listen,
l don't know.
They didn't take
anything, right?
Nope. Nothing.
And you don't know
what they were after?
That it?
Not quite, Mr. Drood.
You see, your kidnapping
may be connected...
to a case that we're
investigating here...
in which you may be
considered a suspect.
A suspect for what?
Well, l have
to advise you that...
you have a right
to remain silent...
and have the services
of a lawyer...
but if you haven't done
anything wrong...
you've got nothing
to worry about...
and l can get you out of here...
a hell of a lot sooner.
l don't need a lawyer.
All right.
What can you tell me
about a girl named...
Yolanda Caldwell?
Nothing.
Nothing!
They just found her
body today, Mr. Drood.
You're supposed to say
you love me now.
''l would characterize
the relationship...
''as primarily sexual as l knew--
''as l never knew very much
about her private life...
''outside of our relationship--
''her marital status,
place of birth...
friends, et cetera''?
Right.
Weren't you curious?
She wouldn't tell me.
''The last time l saw her...
we had agreed
to go away together.''
No, l--l--l said that
l would meet her there. l...
l didn't exactly say
that l would go away with her.
''l never went to the station.''
Well, why not?
l don't know.
l didn't go!
l've got a wife.
l've got a kid!
l just didn't go, OK?
OK, OK.
Let's go over it again.
Frank.
''l met Yolanda Caldwell...
''at a party in
a West Hollywood dance club...
run by a friend
named James Campbell.''
Hello there, darling.
Fancy a little dance, do you?
Yes.
Excuse me.
Excuse me!
ls that one of those
trick lighters?
No.
ls that a wedding ring?
You ask a lot of questions.
l never met a woman
with a gun before.
Were you in love
with her, Mr. Drood?
You still haven't
answered me, Mr. Drood.
Did you love her?
l don't know.
l don't know
what that means.
Mr. Drood.
Yeah, uh...
Listen, Mrs. Raines...
be moving from here.
What?
Where's your hearing aid?
What?
l'll talk to you later.
Oh, Mr. Drood.
What?
What?
Your envelope!
l've written
a letter of complaint...
to the postal service
in Washington, D.C.
l didn't want to send it
locally...
because l'm sure that
our mailman superior...
is a part and parcel
of the conspiracy.
l can't go back.
What conspiracy?
Mr. Drood...
you look terrible.
What conspiracy?
To lose our mail.
Haven't you noticed
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