Devil in a Blue Dress

I was out drinking.
I carried a friend into his house.

I don't know.
I didn't look at a clock.

You were drinking at 89th and Central,
illegal club called John's.

Answer. You got a lot bigger
troubles than an illegal bar.

-What you talking about?
-We're talking about...

...taking your black ass out
and putting a bullet in your head.

Sit down.
When did you leave
Coretta James' house?

Around 5:30, I guess.
-Did you go back later?
-No, sir, I did not.

Did you and Dupree have words
over Miss James?

-You heard him!

Did you two argue over Coretta?
-Did you?
-No, we didn't argue about nothing!

-He was asleep!
-She went to sleep too.

But she won't wake up.
-Where did you go when you left?

She won't wake up?
-Where'd you go?
-I don't know! I had a hangover!

-You had a hangover.
-I went home!

That explains everything.
He had a hangover.
Back off!
Back off! Back off!
Get out of here!
Let's go! Get out of here!
Come on, you son of a bitch!
Calm down!
You son of a bitch.
They left me alone in
that musty room for 3 hours...

... till some guy in a suit about
two sizes too big said I could go.

The game of cops and niggers kept up
outside, but I hardly noticed.

I had seen dead bodies before.
Cold, hard...
...still as concrete...
... eyes wide open,
staring up at nothing.

But not Coretta.