48 Hours to Live

It's been said that we are born alone.

We live alone.

We die alone.

Look what I got. Pick one.

But I never felt alone because I always had my sister Sherri.

Our mom was a junkie who died young.

Skid Row became our home.

Dancing was the light at the end of the tunnel.

We hustled hard to stay alive.

But I messed up.

Our entire stash, all the money we saved...

...and the drugs...

...were in that car.

Man, I was stupid.

On the ground, now!

I got locked up.

I left my sister with nothing...

...and I can only blame myself.

Five years in prison...

...and six months in this dump.

Court-ordered rehab.

It's a long time to think about your past.

Waiting each week for the phone to ring.

Waiting to hear that my sister's okay.

Without me there to protect her.

Hey, Wyatt! Phone call!

- Hello? - Wyatt?

- Are you kidding me, Sher? - Listen to me.

I have called you every Monday for the past year. Where the hell have you been?

Wyatt, please!

Where are you?

I want to be cremated, okay?

I want my ashes dumped in the ocean.

I want my soul to be free. Wyatt, promise me...

I'll come get you. Just tell me where you are, Sher, and I'll come get you.

- Save it, you can tell me it all in person. - Wyatt, please...

Sher?

Sherri?

Sher?

No. No. No. No!

I'm alive, and my sister's dead.

It should be the other way around.

Only one thing matters now. I will find Sherri's killer.

Wyatt Wells?

Detective Childers.

Thanks for meeting me here.

I need you to look at some photos...

...so we can get a tentative positive I.D. on the body.

They found her down on Skid Row.

She had a bullet in her head.

Her face is all smashed in. Then they burned the body.

I figured whoever did this is... trying to send a message.

Her hands and her feet were bound.

Wyatt, please.

It hurts.

Not that hard.

Wyatt, does it look good?

Yeah, it's her.

- Positive? - Yeah.

They dumped her belongings nearby.

You need to hold on to this for evidence?

No, the only prints on there were Sherilyn's.

- What type of gun did they use? - Nine millimeter.

- Anything else? - You...

...you spoke to her before she died.

Do you have any idea who would have done this?

I was locked up for a while.

Spent the last six months in rehab, so no.

I don't know much of anything.

Well, you think of something, you give me a call.

She wanted to be cremated.

- Can you guys do that? - What about your family?

I'm all she had.

Hey. I saw you sneak in back, bitch.

- Liam, I've been looking for you. - Give me one second, okay?

- Hey. - Quite a show you put on up there.

- Yeah, I'm a little out of shape. - Found something?

No. I'm looking for my friend. She works here.

At least I think she works here but I can't seem to find her.

Sherri. Do you know her?

Anyway, sorry you have to leave so soon.

Out.

Let's go.

Alright, alright.

- What's going on? - Man, this dude tryin' to sneak in.

Yeah, the kid... tried to come in around back.

Bould.

Ciao , baby. Back off.

- What's your name? - Wyatt.

I'm Kipling.

This is my place.

I saw you out there kicking and prancing. Wanna make a few extra bucks?

Sure. Why not?

Come on, Kip.

You're trying to hire a dude? We're not that kind of club.

That's ridiculous.

Liam, give me a minute, okay? Just go away.

Yes, sir.

We get a lot of pretty girls in here, you know? Hire a lot of them.

It creates this illusion.

What I need from you is bring that energy to this club.

Drive it forward.

Think you can do that?

Whatever you need, man.

Cool. You're the man now.

That beautiful girl, Emma, she's my daughter.

My joy. My life.

You don't touch.

Okay, you go see Emma at the bar.

She'll hear you out.

Back from the dead.

Oh, yeah? I look that bad?

Grab a seat.

I'm glad to see you alive, man.

- You didn't think I'd make it? - No, not at all.

I'm glad you did. It's been a long time.

I came back to find out who killed Sherri.

I got a guy in the D.A.'s office. Helps me out with all my legal crap.

- I can ask what's going on. - No, no. Don't even bother.

- What do you know about Club M? - Not much. The owner.

- He and Sherri were shacked up for a while. - You mean Kipling?

I saw him with Olivia tonight.

- I guess he moves quick. - Were Sherri and Olivia still tight?

Oh, yeah, best friends 'til the end.

Hey.

Who else knows you're back?

Your Gunner boy, Wyatt, he's back in town.

Is that right?

Aldo?

What's up?

Find Wyatt?

He's gotta pay.

- What the... come on. - Postal service.

Wyatt.

Why you been dodging me? Yeah.

- See, I own this kid. He owes me. - Oh, yeah?

And I take great pleasure in fully possessing what's mine.

Treat it how I want to treat it. Mistreat it. Trick-or-treat it.

- I'll show you exactly what you own. - What, bitch?

Yeah.

Now you see how I did that? I slapped him with the left hand...

...because I had the right hand ready to go with the 45.

Multi-tasking on that ass.

What, you wanna do somethin'?

You wanna do somethin' right now?

You want housekeeping cleaning brains all off these damn walls?

I'm just messin' with you, man, I'm not gonna shoot you up in here.

He all emotional. His sister just died.

Yeah, got him bent all outta shape. She was fine, too.

But you know I don't care about that though, right?

'Cause people die every day. Don't they, Wyatt?

Whatever, man.

You know what?

I'm somewhere else right now. I'm here for business, alright?

You are gonna find for us the Sandman.

- Who's the Sandman? - He's got the pills with the shooting stars.

I don't know. But I know his taxes are due.

Anybody wanna do business in these streets they got to pay me.

Everybody pays me.

But you already know that. So you gonna find this son of a bitch.

Time to pay your debt.

He's got the pills with the shooting stars.

- Are you stalking me? - I was invited back, believe it or not.

- Daddy's girl? - What of it?

Well, he may have told me that you're in charge of the dancers.

- We don't have any openings. - Why? Because I was friends with Sherri?

You heard what happened, right?

I'm sorry.

Am I interrupting?

- Liam, this is... - We met last night.

- Yeah. - Wyatt.

5:30 tomorrow. Be here.

- It's a date. - It's an audition.

What's a club, really?

It's an empty warehouse. But if you add the right music...

...thank you, Liam...

...people want to come party.

'Cause this life is an addiction...

...and we need to get them hooked...

...on you.

So now let's see how you freestyle.

So come on. Try to impress me.

- We're hiring you. - Cool.

Something to drink?

Well, first you take a drink, and the drink takes a drink...

...then the drink takes you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Is that something you do?

Quote famous authors and pretend it's original?

You get away with that?

Usually I do, yeah.

- Hey, can I ask you a question? - Sure.

Was there any drama with Sherri?

Not really. No.

How long was she dating your dad?

- Was she your girlfriend? - No. Nothing like that, it's just...

...it just bothers me, you know? It doesn't seem like anybody's trying to solve her case.

Leave it to the professionals, right?

I mean, if I could find any, I would.

Well, then, Detective...