She Cries Murder

Knee-Toe.

Hello?

Susan. I-I-I'm so sorry.

Gary? Gary?

Ahhh!

Cover.

Clear.

Trust me, me and you this weekend at the cabin,

it's going to be great.

Great! I'm looking forward to it.

All right, I'm going to go pay for these.

You know, he's not going to leave her for you, right?

Excuse me?

He's married.

No, he's not!

The mark around his ring finger says otherwise.

Could be recently divorced.

That scumbag!

Thank you for letting me know!

257, please.

Thank you.

What?

Nothing.

What's up, Al?

Stop harassing my customers.

He's a piece of shit.

It's none of your business man.

She needed to know.

Thanks Al. Thank you.

Don't go looking for no trouble.

I don't need to.

I can't believe you.

You never told me you were married!

What?

Your ring finger.

Excuse me, ma'am. If there's ever anything you need me to look into,

here's my card.

Who the hell is this guy?

My name is Jason Flores. I'm a private investigator.

You two enjoy your weekend now.

You hired a private investigator?

I didn't, but I should have for your slimy ass!

Yo, it's Eddie Flores.

Leave your name, number.

I I'll get back to you when I can, alright.

Hey. Um, I know we don't have any clients right now,

but uh I thought we were going to go over ways to promote ourselves this afternoon.

Just give me a call back when you get this. Okay. Bye.

Hello?

- Are you Eddie Flores's brother? Jason - Yeah

- We need you to come grab him at the station.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Hurry.

Okay, bye.

Really?

Hey there!

Pissing in public?

A man's got to go, when a man's got to go.

We were supposed to meet today

to find more clients.

Get in the car.

Eddie

You need anything else before I turn in?

No, I'm good.

Tomorrow, we hit the ground running.

Right.

Good night.

Good night.

Guessing you forgot your keys again.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else.

It says on the internet that you're open at 8?

I I had a really hard time finding this place. There's no sign.

You are a private investigator, correct?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Uh please come in.

Also, this was posted on your door.

Oh, thank you. Come on in, please.

Sorry, we're just having a late start this morning.

Please excuse the condition of our office.

Please.

So, Mrs.

Simmons. Susan Simmons.

Mrs. Simmons. How can I help you?

Well, my husband, he was murdered.

Yo! Went down to Al's and got us some joe.

Oh, pardon the intrusion.

This is my partner, Eddie Flores. Eddie, this is Susan.

Eddie, nice to meet you.

Susan was just telling us about her situation.

Apologies for the interruption.

If you can start from the beginning?

Yes, my husband,

he was murdered.

The cops say it was a suicide,

but I know that's not the case.

He would never take his life.

I know my Gary.

Gary

Gary Simmons?

He died at the casino, right?

Yeah. I um

I read something about that.

I'm sorry about your loss.

Great. So, will you help me?

Will you find out who murdered my husband?

Please, please consider. I'm begging you.

I've been everywhere

and every PI is afraid to challenge this case.

You're my last and only hope.

Um, Mrs. Simmons, so as you stated earlier, just to confirm,

uh, the police department concluded this as a suicide?

Yes,

We need you to fill out a case report.

Here, fill this out with exactly what you told us.

Any additional information or details would help.

We'll get back to you once we've gone over everything.

You got a pen? Yeah.

A murder case, huh? Can you believe this shit? I mean, what are the odds?

What are the odds? I don't know. Do you think it's odd she came to us? I mean,

why us? Well, she said the other PIs were afraid to prove the police wrong.

Maybe they just didn't think it was anything more than a suicide too.

What do you think? I think this lady is looking

for someone to tell her what she wants to hear.

Bottom line, we're broke. So, the beauty of our situation is doesn't even matter what I

think happened. We should just investigate this

thing all the way through and either we come

to the same conclusion that the cops did or we discover some kind of foul play. Yeah,

maybe you're right. I mean, it might be a waste of time,

but is it really if we're getting paid? A job's

a job. We've been looking for business and the

universe just seemingly hand delivered it to us. I say let's get to work, shall we?

Let's go.

So his wife, Miss Susan, was on the phone with him

when he died. So that rules out that she did it,

right? Not exactly. We need to make sure no one else was in the room

the night Gary died. Think the casino still has any footage from that night?

They should. Most places keep records for at

least 6 months. Ah, scene of the crime. Exactly.

All right. I think we've earned ourselves a little break.

So, what do sober people usually do for fun?

I like to go for runs in the park.

Ain't no way.

Don't you want to see Steph? You've been with me

all day. I know what we do for recreation is a little different.

She'll be fine. She sees me

enough. What? Want to push me away again?

no. Come on! I'm just trying to spend some time with my

dear big brother here. Steph will be fine.

I'm just saying I'll understand if you need to see her.

Actually, you know what, I figured out something, alright.

You know what your problem is?

Okay.

Yeah, yeah think you like being alone and miserable.

Really? Do tell. Go ahead. Push away anyone and anything

that might possibly bring you any ounce of joy

and your otherwise quiet little life you got.

Wow. Are you done? Oh, you're done. You're done.