My mom moved up between Leland and Greenville when I was just a little tot.
My name is Leland Tyler Wayne. My mom wanted to give me a name where, no matter what I wanted to do, I'd be able to do it. An astronaut. President. Whatever.
I started to work at the Colony in March 1958. I remember my first day because the telephone started to ring, and it was Sinatra, three for lunch, his usual table; Onassis, two for lunch, usual table; the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Leland Hayward, Truman Capote, all wanting their usual tables.
Dr. Leland Goines: My God, Jeffrey. You truly are insane.
Jeffrey Goines: No I'm not.
Ed Exley: During our investigation of events surrounding the Nite Owl case, Jack Vincennes, Bud White, and I learned the following.
Ellis Loew: Your golden boy's throwing his whole life away.
Ed Exley: The three Nite Owl suspects, while guilty of kidnapping and rape, were innocent of the multiple homicides at the Nite Owl. The actual
gunmen were most likely Los Angeles Police Department officers Michael Breuning and William Carlisle, and a third man who may or may not have been Captain Dudley Smith. The objective: the elimination of another police officer, Richard Stensland, who, along with former LAPD officer Leland "Buzz" Meeks, also committed multiple homicides on behalf of Captain Smith and then betrayed him over
twenty-five pounds of heroin, the retrieval of which was the ultimate motivation behind the Nite Owl killings. Beginning with the incarceration of Mickey Cohen, Captain Smith has been assuming control of organized crime in the city of Los Angeles. This includes the assassinations of an unknown number of Mickey Cohen lieutenants, the systematic blackmail of city officials, and the murders of Susan
Lefferts, Pierce Patchett, Sid Hudgens, and Sergeant Jack Vincennes. Captain Smith admitted as much to me before I shot him at the Victory Motel.
[Bobby and his buddy drink in their car when they see Jack]
Bobby's Buddy: Hey, isn't that that Stall faggot?
Bobby Jordan: Yeah.
Bobby's Buddy: You should go kick his ass.
Bobby Jordan: I'm going to.
Bobby's Buddy: [Bobby turns his car sharply to head toward Jack, when he gets
cut off by Leland and Orser, slowly, Leland drives off] Who the fuck was that?
Bobby Jordan: I don't know, and I don't want to know.
[Billy complains to Leland about the small towns]
William Orser: Can I just say how sick I am of these Podunk towns and the goddamn Podunks who live in 'em.
Leland Jones: Do you think if you keep saying that it's actually going to change anything?
William Orser: I am so sick of this shit!
Yeah, you made that clear about 10,000 miles ago.
Sandy Lyle: All right, we all need to look into our hearts and go, "Do I think this dude is gonna die in a few years or not?" Is old Leland here gonna fight off a man... who goes by the last name "Reaper," first name "Grim"? Or will this BASE-jumping, crocodile-wrestling, shark-diving, volcano-luging, bear-fighting, snake-wrangling, motocross-racing bastard die?