Gasoline Alley

You got sad eyes.

Not my usual pick-up line, but...

I just sensed you are a man running from shadows.

What's your usual pick-up line?

When I see a guy alone at the bar

at 3:00 in the morning,

I lean in real close and whisper in his ear:

"For 510 bucks, we can spend an hour.

For 1,000, we can spend a night."

Why 510?

'Cause the ATM only spits out 20s.

I've never had a John ask me to break a note.

That's actually smart.

So?

See that?

Gasoline Alley...

Jimmy Jayne.

You sure about this?

I'm sure, I'm sure.

Okay.

Okay.

Who's Shelby?

She rocks my world.

You're a lucky gal.

Yeah, we both are.

Right there?

Hold on.

James Jayne?

Yeah.

That's what it says on my license.

Detective Freeman.

This is Detective Vargas.

Hi.

Okay.

Yeah, your old man was on the force, wasn't he?

14th precinct.

Hmm, how's he doing?

I don't think he's doing much of anything.

Spends his days at the Fitzgerald Cemetery.

He was a good cop.

Damn good cop.

Always paid his tab.

Did you ever consider the force?

Yeah. You ever think about it?

No, never.

That's yours, right?

I mean, it's my shop's lighter.

Right.

James... sorry, may I call you, "James"?

The reason that we're here is we need to talk to you

about the four dead girls.

Okay?

What's that have to do with me?

The lighter, it was found at the crime scene.

What's your point?

What was it doing there?

I don't know what it's fucking doing there.

I once found my lighter floating in a urinal at a Duke's.

Am I a suspect?

You were seen with one of the victims

at Rocka's, okay.

Thing about Rocka's,

it's over on the other side of town

and there are 100 good watering holes

in between here and there, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, again, again, what's your point?

My point is why drive all the way over there

like I was saying, it's a long ways away.

Sentimental reasons.

Such as?

My mother used to work there.

Okay. Behind the bar?

No, not behind the bar.

Oh.

Uh, Jimmy, excuse my partner.

He still doesn't know what side of the bed to wake up on.

He's right.

We have some photos,

maybe you could uh, ID some of the victims.

That'd be helpful.

Holy shit, you don't even know their names.

James, we're gonna need to talk to you in private, okay?

The sooner, the better.

All right, give me an hour. I got a customer.

No, we need to talk to you right now,

so the tramp stamp will have to wait.

How you doin', darlin'?

What you gonna get, a unicorn?

I hope you can be discrete.

Last thing we need is a media circus.

Yeah, he's right, 'cause if that happens,

then the D.A., he puts pressure on us

to pin it on some poor schmuck.

All right. I'll go ahead and get started, right, boss?

- Yes. - Okay.

For the record, I'm Detective Vargas.

That's Detective Freeman.

And we're conducting an interview

with Mr. James Jayne concerning case V-7-7-4-3.

They suffer?

What do you think?

I think it's a fair fucking question,

that's what I think.

Yeah, they suffered.

I imagine you already questioned

the guests, staff?

Since 5:00 A.M. this morning.

63 rooms.

Yeah, nobody suspicious.

Nobody caught our attention, except you.

Security cameras?

They didn't have any at the rat trap

they found 'em at,

but they're on camera leaving the bar.

Then you're on camera a few seconds later

following 'em out the door.

I had a drink, and I left.

What time?

2:30. Give or take.

Talk to anybody while you were there?

Yeah.

What were you doing there?

I was fucking guys.

- Easy. - It's just juries,

they don't look real favorably on uncooperative witnesses.

- Right? - Right.

Look, why don't you just show me the pictures?

'Cause something tells me somebody told you

I was with the girls that night.

You want to see the pictures?

Sure, we'll show you the pictures.

Pretty sordid.

Let me just start back at the beginning here.

Here we go.

Huh, pretty gnarly, right?

Gnarly?

Recognize any of them?

Boom, boom, boom, what you think?

That's pretty bad.

Go back.

- That's Star. - Huh.

That's what she told me her name was.

You ever seen these girls before?

Not before last night.

You talked to Star, what about?

- Business. - What?

- Business. - Tattoos or movies?

She was an actor.

Aspiring actor.

Am I the only suspect?

Person of interest.

So Star, I'm assuming she was a working girl.

Yeah.

Did she make you an offer?

Of course she did.

Did you take her up on it?

Or did you try and bargain with her?

Maybe when you tried to bargain with her,

you kind of made her feel a little cheap...

Fucking what?

Then she said something nasty, who knows?

Maybe that hurt your feelings, and then you thought,

"Hey, I'm really gonna let her have it."

Double fucking talk.

Did you hook up with her?

No. I told her I was meeting with somebody after.

And who is that?

This girl I run around with. Christine.

- Okay. - Are we done here?

No. So I'm just trying to get all this straight in my head,

- maybe you can help me, boss? - Yeah.

- So the bar, it closes at 2:30. - Right.

That gives you 45 minutes to kill 'em.

Stage 'em.

Then mosey on over to this Christine girl.

And you asked, "Did they suffer?"

Their necks were broken.

All four of 'em.

Of course, that's not real difficult.

When you got poor helpless girls all whacked out on

junk and blow, God knows what else.

Now the only suspect description we got

is of a Caucasian shitkicker.

You seen any of those lately?

Get the fuck out of my shop.

I actually think we're done here

and we probably don't need to tell you this,

but don't leave the country, hell, don't leave the county.

We can haul you in on a Ramey warrant

anytime, okay.

So yeah, you're still a suspect, got it?

Don't worry, if you get found guilty,

we'll walk you down to the electric chair ourselves.

It's like that old gospel number,

You'll Never Walk Alone.

Let's hit it, boss.

Good talking to you.

Nice spot.

Fuck!