Slam Dance Page #4

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Oh, God.

So, what do you think?

l think we got a guy

with a wife and a kid...

and he's been cheating on her.

l wanted to be different

for a long time...

but l was the same.

l was always the same.

l can't go back.

Back to what?

Van Gogh's Pizza,

Teriyaki Chicken...

and Burrito, Too.

You want to make an order?

Hello.

Hold it. This isn't me.

Zeta Temporary Office Services.

What are you

doing here, Mr. Drood?

This is a crime scene.

You're interfering with

a police investigation.

What the hell are

you doing here?

l didn't kill her.

Who's there?

What's the matter?

Jesus.

You scared the sh*t out of me.

How did you get in here?

Mrs. Raines let me in.

Nice.

What's all this, then?

This is that

Yolanda girl, isn't it?

Yeah.

You've been walking

the same cage...

for too long, my friend.

Listen, Jim...

what do you know about her?

She's dead. That's what

l know about her.

Dead and gone.

Hey, l heard a terrific joke

at the club tonight.

Yeah, l met her that

night at your club.

What night was that?

That reception for that

congressman a**hole.

Oh, yeah.

Who did she come with?

Don't know.

She must have come

with somebody.

How should l know?

Look, have a drink.

Do you want to hear

this joke or not?

Yeah.

Right.

How many

surrealist painters...

does it take to

screw in a light bulb?

How many?

The fish.

The fish!

Oh, come on.

Oh, right, right.

All right, a bloke goes

into an army surplus store.

He says, ''Excuse me...

have you got any

camouflage trousers?''

The bloke says, ''Yeah,

but we can't find them.''

What?

He says, ''Yeah,

but we can't find them.''

The body.

All right,

Sherlock...

you tell one.

The body.

The body, yeah?

Yeah, the body?

What's that, then...

some kind of minimalist joke,

then, or what?

Yolanda Caldwell.

No, she's still here.

Nobody picked her up?

Nope.

Did you...

contact her husband?

There wasn't any husband.

You know something

about a husband?

No, l just thought, you know...

she was married.

What is your name?

Um...l'm...

a friend.

l need your name.

Nick...

son.

Nixon.

Richard Nixon.

lt's with an ''x''.

Want to see God?

You're f***in' fallin'

apart on me, buddy.

He didn't get

that envelope, right?

Right.

l told you.

He don't know nothin'.

Then what is he doing

down at the morgue...

asking about her husband?

Nancy...Barron.

Nye.

Bobby Nye.

God.

-Hey, Smiley. How you doing?

-Hi, John.

How you doin'? OK.

So, what are you doing here?

l've got to talk to you

about this Drood case.

What's on your mind?

Let's walk, OK?

Sure.

The kid's innocent, John.

The guy is sick.

Be straight with me, John.

You're framing him

to protect yourself...

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