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It's not the drugs, Ariane, it's it's someone who wants to kill me. You gotta believe me!
Why?
Christ! Shit! I could kill them all with my bare hands.
Who?
Those fucking Mob assholes.
C'mere. You got some good blow, right?
Yeah.
Then c'mere. I got something for you.
First I'll put your Uptown in the spoon, then, to make it more exciting, I'm gonna add some Downtown. They call this thing a speedball, honey, but then you must know that... First time shooting up?
Nah...
Sure it is. You're a virgin. Just like that nun. And I'm gonna rape you.
Can you believe the nerve of this fucking guy? He kills people for fun, and then, he puts up 100 G to bring in some guys who raped a nun. What a sick fuck. Man...
Who?
A wiseguy. Paying 100 Grand for the rapists if I turn then over direct to him.
But you could do it, baby. We could use the bread...
You mean you could use it.
I got it, man! I will find those kids. And I'll get the 50 G from the Church! Then the kids'll go to jail. I'll be in charge, of course. After a little while, I'll break the fuckers out and I'll turn them in to shithead I was just talking to. And pick up his 100 G. No. I'll hit him up for 200 G. Or 250 G. l can do it 'cause I've got the kids. Then, of course, there's the 180 G I'm gonna pick up on the Game tonight when the Strawberries win!
"The Strawberries"?
The Mets. So anyway, chalk up another 180 G for the Game. Jesus Christ! That's almost half a million dollars. Ariane! Wait. That's not good enough, I'll ask the shithead for 280 G for the kids. Then it'll be a perfect 500 thousand. Yeah. Perfect. 280 G for the kids. Yeah, it's good I prepared, or I wouldn't have thought to
How come all those guys who're looking to get 50 from the Church haven't come up with shit? You got some kinda inside track?
I'm a Catholic.
Alderman Swayzak.
Investigator Rimgale.
I need to get in the trunk.
Inspector.
Alderman.
When are you going to catch the prick that's doing this, Don?
"Don?"
Don't you have any leads at all?
No Marty, I don't.
We still haven't found a connection between the victims.
Jesus, open your eyes! Seagrave, Cosgrove, and now Holcomb fried in a goddamn highrise!
Holcomb? I didn't know the name of that victim had even been released yet.
Is there a connection between them, Alderman?
Just catch the son of a bitch.
Mr. Swayzak! How ya doin'?
Investigator...
I'm a little busy right now
This'll only take a minute. There's two cops outside that want to ask you about this
Got a cause?
Are the glory boys actually showing interest in Investigation's work? I may have a stroke.
The glory boys just want to finish their report so they can go home.
I'm working on it.
I deal with this stuff every day. But a fireman... you never get used to it. What happened up there? He was a candidate. Did he pay attention? Was he listening?
...He wasn't listening to the right thing...
What do you listen to, Stephen?
You don't know... nobody knows...
I might.
It knows us. This one knows us.
I need that report, Lt.
Shadow.
How ya doin', Ronald. Staying comfortable?
Didn't think you'd make it.
Wouldn't miss this for the world, pal.
Who's this?
He works for me.
Is he a fireman? I like firemen.
You like everybody, Ronald.
You don't know him.
I know you.
Knock it off. Now.
Tell him about me, Shadow?
Ronald here likes telephones. Used to tape wooden matches to the bell striker and wrap it in cotton. Came up with a whole little thing there, didn't you Ronald? When you got bored, what did you do? You just started making calls... mostly day care centers and retirement homes, wasn't it?
Did he tell you how we finally met?
Nobody cares, Ronald.
Oh, but it's a good story, Shadow. You're depriving our famous young friend here...
Sure Ronald? You're ready alright.
Absolutely.
Burn them.
And old ladies?
Burn them.
And the world the whole world.
Burn it all.
They ran the residue you scraped from both crispers' front doors. It's a combination of plumber's putty and rayophene gum. Burns almost completely away when you light it.
Putty? On both doors?
There's something else kinda interesting...
Anyway, down here, take a look...
McCaffrey, hold this for us.
See that patch of shirt? We wondered about the discoloration so he ran a spectro. On a lucky shot we picked up some traces of Trychticholorate. Nobody around here had ever heard of it.
Trychticholorate? Alright, it's an absorption catalyst in toxic waste accidents. It's pretty rare, they stopped making it a couple'a years ago.
Probably got in Cosgrove's clothes in a gas state from the fire.
What the hell was it doing in the fire?
That's your job.
Uh, Helen, I wanted to talk to you a second about Sean...
Stephen, I'm kinda busy here, can we talk about this later?
You can't talk about my brother like that...
Here we go...
Stephen, what are you doing here?
Fixing my roof.
It's not your roof anymore.
Where's Sean?
He's got piano lessons.
Oh yeah? How's he doing?
He's going to be a fireman.
Give up, babe. You can't fight it. Believe me, my mom tried...
Stephen, you gotta stop just showing up on the roof like this.
I just wanted to, I don't know, not exactly apologize for the other night especially since I don't remember much of it
You remember.
Yeah... I just thought I should say, I don't know, something.
The great communicator.

It's not the drugs, Ariane, it's it's someone who wants to kill me. You gotta believe me!

Why?

Christ! Shit! I could kill them all with my bare hands.

Who?

Those fucking Mob assholes.

C'mere. You got some good blow, right?

Yeah.

Then c'mere. I got something for you.

First I'll put your Uptown in the spoon, then, to make it more exciting, I'm gonna add some Downtown. They call this thing a speedball, honey, but then you must know that... First time shooting up?

Nah...

Sure it is. You're a virgin. Just like that nun. And I'm gonna rape you.

Can you believe the nerve of this fucking guy? He kills people for fun, and then, he puts up 100 G to bring in some guys who raped a nun. What a sick fuck. Man...

Who?

A wiseguy. Paying 100 Grand for the rapists if I turn then over direct to him.

But you could do it, baby. We could use the bread...

You mean you could use it.

I got it, man! I will find those kids. And I'll get the 50 G from the Church! Then the kids'll go to jail. I'll be in charge, of course. After a little while, I'll break the fuckers out and I'll turn them in to shithead I was just talking to. And pick up his 100 G. No. I'll hit him up for 200 G. Or 250 G. l can do it 'cause I've got the kids. Then, of course, there's the 180 G I'm gonna pick up on the Game tonight when the Strawberries win!

"The Strawberries"?

The Mets. So anyway, chalk up another 180 G for the Game. Jesus Christ! That's almost half a million dollars. Ariane! Wait. That's not good enough, I'll ask the shithead for 280 G for the kids. Then it'll be a perfect 500 thousand. Yeah. Perfect. 280 G for the kids. Yeah, it's good I prepared, or I wouldn't have thought to

How come all those guys who're looking to get 50 from the Church haven't come up with shit? You got some kinda inside track?

I'm a Catholic.

Alderman Swayzak.

Investigator Rimgale.

I need to get in the trunk.

Inspector.

Alderman.

When are you going to catch the prick that's doing this, Don?

"Don?"

Don't you have any leads at all?

No Marty, I don't.

We still haven't found a connection between the victims.

Jesus, open your eyes! Seagrave, Cosgrove, and now Holcomb fried in a goddamn highrise!

Holcomb? I didn't know the name of that victim had even been released yet.

Is there a connection between them, Alderman?

Just catch the son of a bitch.

Mr. Swayzak! How ya doin'?

Investigator...

I'm a little busy right now

This'll only take a minute. There's two cops outside that want to ask you about this

Got a cause?

Are the glory boys actually showing interest in Investigation's work? I may have a stroke.

The glory boys just want to finish their report so they can go home.

I'm working on it.

I deal with this stuff every day. But a fireman... you never get used to it. What happened up there? He was a candidate. Did he pay attention? Was he listening?

...He wasn't listening to the right thing...

What do you listen to, Stephen?

You don't know... nobody knows...

I might.

It knows us. This one knows us.

I need that report, Lt.

Shadow.

How ya doin', Ronald. Staying comfortable?

Didn't think you'd make it.

Wouldn't miss this for the world, pal.

Who's this?

He works for me.

Is he a fireman? I like firemen.

You like everybody, Ronald.

You don't know him.

I know you.

Knock it off. Now.

Tell him about me, Shadow?

Ronald here likes telephones. Used to tape wooden matches to the bell striker and wrap it in cotton. Came up with a whole little thing there, didn't you Ronald? When you got bored, what did you do? You just started making calls... mostly day care centers and retirement homes, wasn't it?

Did he tell you how we finally met?

Nobody cares, Ronald.

Oh, but it's a good story, Shadow. You're depriving our famous young friend here...

Sure Ronald? You're ready alright.

Absolutely.

Burn them.

And old ladies?

Burn them.

And the world the whole world.

Burn it all.

They ran the residue you scraped from both crispers' front doors. It's a combination of plumber's putty and rayophene gum. Burns almost completely away when you light it.

Putty? On both doors?

There's something else kinda interesting...

Anyway, down here, take a look...

McCaffrey, hold this for us.

See that patch of shirt? We wondered about the discoloration so he ran a spectro. On a lucky shot we picked up some traces of Trychticholorate. Nobody around here had ever heard of it.

Trychticholorate? Alright, it's an absorption catalyst in toxic waste accidents. It's pretty rare, they stopped making it a couple'a years ago.

Probably got in Cosgrove's clothes in a gas state from the fire.

What the hell was it doing in the fire?

That's your job.

Uh, Helen, I wanted to talk to you a second about Sean...

Stephen, I'm kinda busy here, can we talk about this later?

You can't talk about my brother like that...

Here we go...

Stephen, what are you doing here?

Fixing my roof.

It's not your roof anymore.

Where's Sean?

He's got piano lessons.

Oh yeah? How's he doing?

He's going to be a fireman.

Give up, babe. You can't fight it. Believe me, my mom tried...

Stephen, you gotta stop just showing up on the roof like this.

I just wanted to, I don't know, not exactly apologize for the other night especially since I don't remember much of it

You remember.

Yeah... I just thought I should say, I don't know, something.

The great communicator.