to do an interview
with Michael Jackson,
that's gonna be
in every major magazine.
I wanted to call it Jackson
Is Sitting On Top Of The World.
Now I'll call it
Jackson Can Sit On Top Of The World
But Not In The Beverly Palm Hotel
Cos There's No Niggers Allowed.
Excuse me, sir, it seems
we have a last-minute cancellation.
There is a room available, a suite,
but I'll charge you
the single-room rate.
Thank you. I'm sorry,
it's probably jet lag.
- I understand.
- What's the rate?
That'll be $235 a night, sir.
Fine.
- That'll be suite 1035.
- Thank you very much.
- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.
If Michael calls,
tell him what room I'm in.
Of course.
- How you are doing?
- Hi.
I'm fine. My name is Serge.
How can I help you?
I'm looking for Miss Jenny Summers.
It's very busy today.
You give me your name?
- My name's Axel Foley.
- What it's pertaining?
- I didn't understand.
- Pertaining, meaning, regarding...
Oh, what's it regarding?
I'm an old acquaintance.
Donny.
One moment.
Donny, tell Miss Summers
that Ahmed Farley's here to...
- No, Axel Foley.
- Ahmel...Ahwell...
Foley's here,
he's an old acquaintance.
Cover this up.
It's like the breast of a dog
to scrub for the customer.
- It's not sexy, it's animal.
- Not sexy at all.
May I offer you something to drink?
Wine, cocktail, espresso?
No, thank you.
I make it myself, with a lemon twist.
You should try it.
No, I'm fine.
- I see you look at this piece.
- How much would it go for?
$130,000.
- Get the fuck outta here.
- No, I cannot.
It's a very important piece.
- Ever sold one of these?
- Yesterday.
- Get the fuck outta here.
- I'm serious. I sell it myself.
What are you doing here?
- How you doing?
- I'm fine. Hold on a second.
Great. Excuse me, Serge.
- What are you doing here?
- How you doing?
It's good to see you.
How've you been?
- Look at you!
- You like?
Yeah. You're getting old.
Fuck you.
- What is this?
- A moustache.
- Peach fuzz.
- No, that's man style now.
You have someplace we can talk?
Yeah. Over there. Come on.
- You've filled out.
- Yeah, I filled out.
No, it looks good, though.
Sit down.
- I want to talk about Mikey.
- Is he in trouble again?
He's dead.
What?
He came into Detroit
and somebody killed him.
I don't believe this.
Look, I can't right now.
I'll be up in a second.
Mikey mentioned
that you helped him get a job.
Yeah...
The guy who owns this gallery
hired him as a favour to me.
- Who's this guy?
- His name is Victor Maitland.
He was working for Victor
at the gallery's warehouse.
I can't talk now,
I have to go upstairs.
That's cool.
I'll call you later on
and we'll get together and talk, OK?
Sure.
Be good.
Hi. Delivery for Victor Maitland.
I'll take it upstairs to him.
Maybe I should give it to him myself.
Deliveries should be left here.
He has to get these flowers.
I'll go up myself.
You're not supposed to.
Floral delivery is my life.
I have to take it.
- Who let you in?
- I let myself in.
How you doing? I have some questions
about Michael Tandino.
Speak to you later, darling.
What, may I ask,
is your interest in Mr Tandino?
He was my best friend. He visited me
in Detroit a couple of days ago.
Soon after he got there,
someone killed him.
Oh, my God. That's terrible.
It's fucked up.
And? What do you wish to know?
- He worked for you, didn't he?
- Yes, yes, he did.
Good gracious!
I'm really sorry to hear this.
Would you like to sit down?
Can I get you anything?
- No, I'm all right.
- How on earth did this happen?
Detroit is a very violent city,
isn't it?
Yeah.
I do hope the police have procured
some intelligent leads.
Exactly what did Mikey do for you?
I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.
My name is Foley.
Excuse me, Mr Foley,
if I appear a little rude,
but this sounds like something
for the authorities in Detroit.
So, if you'll forgive me,
I must get back to work.
- All I want to know is...
- Please show Mr