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Thank you.

845 23rd Street. You got it.

You okay back there, miss?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

It's a nasty neighborhood.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm a nasty girl.

Damn.

You sure you're okay back there?

Look, I don't feel much like conversation, so could you just drive,

Okay.

It will be healthier for both of us if you keep your eyes on the road.

Sure.

Would you do me a favor? Cut across the tent?

Why the hell not?

Hey, Chris.

Can I ask you something personal?

Sure. Fire away.

How far would you go?

How much evil would you commit for somebody you love?

What?

Would you kill someone?

For somebody I love?

Yes.

I don't know.

I just did.

Did what?

Murdered a man.

Why are you telling me this?

I was just goofing.

I just want to see how you react.

See ya.

Hold on, wait.

Wait a minute.

Holy shit.

Who we got here?

Chris Morgan. The Chris Morgan?

Scumbag, rat bastard of the year.

This piece of crap belong to you?

Yeah. You got a license, of course.

Of course.

So that's what you're doing now, huh, Morgan?

Pushing a hack around the city?

I'm on personal leave from the department.

A woman just jumped her fare.

Good for her. So this is the canary of the four or five house.

The guy talking to Internal Affairs.

I didn't say anything to Internal Affairs, pal.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm Elvis' love child.

There you go. Have a nice day.

Hey, Morgan.

You better fix that door.

So wait.

Get the hell out of me.

Get the hell out of you? What are you doing here?

I got lonely, so I decided to come over and wait.

Yeah?

I guess I must have not enough.

Have I been ignoring you?

You haven't called me in two days.

I'm sorry.

I apologize for ignoring you.

Is there something I can do two or three times

to make you feel better?

Actually, there is something.

But it's gonna take all night.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Truitt. Hello.

I need a necklace to go with these earrings.

You know, I think I have the perfect thing for you, Mrs. Truitt.

Hi.

Hello.

Have we met?

Oh, yeah.

The other night, you were wearing a blue dress.

Oh, at the Abbey.

No, in my cab.

You beat me for my fare.

Mrs. Truitt.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Obviously, you have more of an impression on me than you.

As in, how much evil would you commit?

Remember that?

Miss, call security, please.

Me?

Don't bother.

I thought you were a cabbie. And I thought you were a lady. Ah, an exchange

insults. Is that what you want?

No, all I want is my $8 .40 and an explanation.

Why does someone who has the dough to pay for it run out on a campfire?

Here's your $8 .40.

Plus tip.

And since I don't have an explanation, this will have to be.

I just want what I earn.

All right. Listen, right?

There's a tourist walking down the road.

He's got $200.

Hey, what can I get you?

I'll take a draft.

845 23rd Street.

Hey, asshole.

Slam any car doors lately?

Get the hell out of here. I'm gonna slam you.

Chris!

Lieutenant. How's it going, kid?

All right, Lieutenant.

You?

Got a call.

Probably tuberculosis from all the pigeon -shitting events at headquarters.

But other than that, I hear you had some trouble at the 4 -5.

You heard right.

Captain Schneck's a friend of mine. What's the problem?

I'm gonna be honest with you, Luke. I know the place is a sewer.

Hmm.

You want to get back on the job?

Sure, how?

I'll get you reassigned to my unit.

I could use someone like you, someone I can trust.

Sounds great, Lieutenant. I just don't see how... Hey, I've been 16 years in

this department. I'm bucking for captain.

I know who's ass is the kick and who's ass is the kiss.

You're a good, honest cop, Chris.

Sometimes that's not enough.

What you doing here, anyway?

I'm just bird -dogging something.

Yeah? Who's that?

Kerry Truitt.

Huh. It's a pretty ritzy circle for a cop, huh?

How do you know her?

I drove her around town one time.

Want to meet her husband?

No, I wouldn't know what to say to him. Well, that's all right.

He probably don't have too much to say to you either.

Could you tell me where you were last night?

I was performing.

At the, uh... Abbey Club?

That's right.

Tell me about what time, would you say?

1 a .m. Mm -hmm. Now, was this your profession, singing?

Yes, I just started again.

Again? When Charles and I married two years ago, I had to quit.

He said it would be undignified for his wife.

Would that be the reason that you separated?

He contributed.

He was twice my age, you know. We had very different ideas.

Did he have any enemies?

Lieutenant Charles was worth $25 million.

That much money buys you plenty of enemies.

Really? I would think it would buy you friends.

It depends how you spend it.

I see.

Well, if there's anything else you can think of that might help us, I'd

appreciate a call.

I might have more questions for you later on. I got a man here who'll take

home.

Thank you for coming in.

Secret. Yeah.

Words on the street that a gun from Detroit's been paid to whack a Metro

Well, at least we should all watch our backs.

Well, only those of us that are involved in a corruptive scandal down in the

docks.

They say the guy's already been paid 20 grand.

I hear you. Thanks, Lieutenant.

You know, I need to apologize to you about running out on your fare the other

night.

I opened my wallet, and I had no money.

I panicked.

Listen, uh, when I picked you up, you told me that you'd get to kill the man.

That's right.

And?

And the next thing I said was that I was just goofing around.

It's just one of those silly things you say that turns out to have a tragic

irony.

Well, you told Lieutenant Kavanaugh that you would perform until 1 a .m. on

Friday morning, but it doesn't ring true because I picked you up at 11 .30 on

Thursday night.

I lied to you, Lieutenant.

Why?

I had a fight that night with the owner of the club, Mickey, and... What did you

fight about?

He wants to fuck me.

I think.

There are a lot of men I wouldn't mind going to bed with.

Mickey's not one of them.

I didn't ask.

You wanted to know.

So why'd you come for me?

I wanted to hear you sing.

Just couldn't stay away, huh?

Look, I just, you know, like to experience new things.

And what new thing did you experience tonight?

Do you think it's good as you look?

You're too kind.

Well, maybe I've become a fan.

Oh, I have enough fans.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm your biggest fan.

My husband was my biggest fan.

You live here?

The only time I'm ever in places like this when someone's been robbed, raped,

murdered.

So, do you intend on coming to the club again?

I told you, I'm hooked. I'm a fan.

My biggest fan, right?

Sure. Yeah.

Look, do us both a favor, okay?

Stay away from me.

Please.

Thanks for the ride.

This incident occurred at 1301 Anaconda, near the pier.

A gambling raid in a warehouse on the dock?

That's correct.

Plainclothes division effected the operation.

I was in uniform on my regular shift.

When did you first see the alleged amount of cash?

Immediately. It was on the table in the kitchen.

Why did you think there was approximately $400 ,000?

I watched them count it.

Who is them?

A few uniformed men, a couple of detectives, a property clerk.

And the next day you learned that it was inventoried at the 45th Precinct at $39

,000?

That's right.

Any chance you were mistaken?

None.

Want to talk about some names?

I don't even want to be here.

But you are here, aren't you?

Mike, what's your client's current status with Metro PD?

It's personal leave without pay. It seemed advisable since there's about one

death threat a day.

Only one.

Well, that's not too bad.

Chris, how long have you been on the force before this incident?

13 months.

Lucky 13, huh?

And you're aware that any police officers convicted of lifting

would go to prison?

I'm aware.

And you know that you can be subpoenaed to testify?

Christ, yes, I know.

You didn't touch any money yourself?

I'm a cop.

I arrest people for stealing.

Of course.

As your learned legal counsel, I'm going to remind you how an illegal gambling

bust works. I don't want to hear everyone, prosecutors, detectives,

they've all got a piece of that pie.

You know what else?

What? This fick who was running the dice game.

He had his money back in his pocket before you even got home that night.

And since the game was crooked, he's let back suckers. He took a dive anyhow.

So don't you get it? Justice gets served.

Mike, if you're going to keep talking, why don't you tell me something I don't

already know? I'll tell you something you don't know. You don't ever put

numbers in a lock.

You know what? That's bullshit.

I've been in and out of this filthy system, and I know how it works.

I'm telling you.

Get back to Jacoby.

You tell him you made a mistake. He's right, and you made a mistake.

I know what I saw.

Look at this. An honest cop.

In theory, I respect you. In reality, I think you're a jerk.

How the hell am I going to help you?

It is love.

Mr. Fuller would like the pleasure of your company, mate. Who's Mr. Fuller?

He's the armor.

Okay.

Take a seat, mate.

You

don't

mind a little entertainment while we talk to you?

Hey, some people keep a TV on in the background for company.

See, whenever a metropolitan police officer enters my establishment...

I'd like to know why.

What makes you think I'm a cop?

Well, let's just say that your brief life history is inscribed all over your

shining young face.

Yeah, you're a copper.

I'm never too far wrong, me.

Yeah, I'm a very intuitive human being, you know.

Tell me about your fascination with Carrie.

She's a beautiful woman.

Very sexy.

Very much a widow.

What's your fascination with her?

Carrie has a performance contract with this nightclub.

Tell me, what happened to her husband?

What, Charlie?

Well, let's see.

I read in the newspapers that someone shot him.

and stuffed his mortal remains in the trunk of one of his luxury automobiles.

Who do you think would kill him?

By Christ, I would.

To steal their gorgeous wife of his.

But of course I didn't, did I?

See, me personally, I recoil at such wanton violence.

It's nice, isn't it?

That's the only reason you came here, huh?

To untangle a murder mystery.

I like to listen to Carrie sing.

So did her late husband.

And look what happened to him.

Cheers.

Hello again.

My, but you do get around.

You know that things are bad for your health?

Probably not as bad as you're gonna be.

And what kind of a greeting is that?

By most standards, a pretty chilly one.

So what am I to conclude from the fact that you're here again?

That I still have a fan?

Well, that's part of it.

What's the other part?

Find out why your husband was killed.

Who did it.

You and I should chat.

Be at my house tomorrow night for dinner.

Hey, Chris Morgan.

Just the guy I want to see.

Lieutenant Cavanaugh. Hold it. Hold it, man. Got to lose the Vivaldi.

Lieutenant Cavanaugh said you'd call?

I love crap like this. You will, too.

The Truett case, eh? Yeah.

Well, here's Charlie right now.

Two bullets through the frontal cranial lobe. Right here. Kaboom, kaboom.

Tiny but powerful little MF of a gun.

Yeah, I can see that.

25 caliber.

Now, normally, we'll see 22 caliber for civilian hits and larger caliber for

street business. You know, Marielitos and Jamaicans.

So there's an unusual fire.

This is a Derringer.

Really? Really.

Very distinctive.

Cadaver caddies bring up 2 ,500 snuffs a year, and I don't see two with a

Derringer. Man, look at that.

You see that? Look real close.

Powder burns?

Heavy powder burns, Kemosabe.

Killer pushed the gun in the victim's face and shot him.

Then, when Herr Truitt was on the ground, sorry, Charlie, second shot was

You can tell by the exit wounds.

Back of the head, large portions of bone, scalp, and brain still missing.

Either bullet recovered?

None in our lab.

I assume that they're out there somewhere in our fair city, along with a

Charlie's skull.

You didn't find anything at the crime scene?

We don't even know where he was shot.

Brutal.

Apparently the body was moved.

Well, she must be a strong girl to move the body herself. That, or she had help.

Derringer's a woman's weapon.

And when a man gets shot that close by a woman, it's got to be a woman he knows.

And one who hates him real bad.

So what did your lieutenant say when you told him I lied?

I didn't tell him you lied.

And all the things I said that night about having killed a man?

I never brought it up.

Well, that seems strange. Your policemen aren't those relevant details?

Well, I hoped that in time you would explain them to me.

Adequately.

Have I?

So what I said that night has remained our secret.

That's right.

You really are very beautiful.

Don't hold that credit.

Well, you are.

My late husband used to tell me that I should be declared illegal in blue.

He said that I looked so good when I wore blue that I was dangerous.

I could get a man to do anything.

Memories that might have been If

we could just get back to

I'm a sketch on the rock.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

No problem.

Thanks.

I'm just a bit of a klutz tonight.

You okay?

Thanks.

Mr. Fuller showing you a good time?

What? Mr. Fuller.

Oh, yeah?

You a friend of his?

No, are you?

Look, do you want to leave here?

Oh.

That's sweet, but... I'm with Mickey tonight. Oh, no, no, I don't mean like

that. I mean, do you want me to get you out of here, take you home?

There you go, sweetie.

I'll get those drinks for you and make... Mrs. Your pretty face, he does.

We're having a conversation.

Is there anything else you want to tell this police officer, darling?

There you have it, then.

She just said that girl was terrified.

Bossy, uh, pays for her.

Well, that makes sense, then.

Why else would they hang out with a scumbag like that?

I want to get out of here. Can we go?

Sure.

Get out of the car!

You want time for a drink?

Sure. Where?

It's my favorite place.

My treat.

Gary,

where are you taking me now, huh?

Come on, trust me.

This is my favorite place.

I come here to think.

Yeah? Yeah.

Isn't this the most incredible view?

Cold. You got an arm?

Sure.

So, has it occurred to you that I might have been involved in my husband's

death?

Of course.

And what if I was?

I'd arrest you.

But if I killed one man, I'd kill another one, wouldn't I?

I don't know, would you?

Me and my sister, when we were little girls, we had big dreams of writing

novels.

Murder mysteries.

Always with a valiant woman doing in a really evil man.

Is your sister a writer?

She would have been.

She died eight years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Uh oh!

Thank you.

Sure.

Do you ever wear a uniform?

Until recently, I did.

I bet you look good in blue, huh?

As opposed to illegal?

Yeah.

You know, the cops use that term, too, illegal in blue. But it means something

different. It means to break department discipline.

To do something in uniform that no cop should ever do.

He went illegal in blue, they would say.

Meaning he ended up dead or in jail, right?

Half the time someone goes illegal in blue, they get away with it.

And the other half?

Like you said, dead or in jail.

It's like homicide statistics, you know? Half the cases get solved, the other

half... The killer walks.

Right.

So...

If I got away with one murder, I might not expect to get away with a second.

From the boys in blue, asshole.

Chris.

Can you, uh, tell me what you're doing in Mrs. Truitt's apartment at 5 a .m. in

the morning?

He asked me to give her a lift home from your club.

Uh -huh. And what time was that?

Uh, about 1 .30 a .m.

Okay, that's a hell of a long cup of coffee. Four hours, huh?

Can I mention something that's very crucial to you? I went out on a goddamn

to have you transferred to my command.

You play by the rules and you're my golden boy.

You make me look like a jerk and I swear to God I'll bury you in shit deeper

than you ever knew existed.

Got that?

Joanne, hold on.

Come here.

Come on, Joanne.

Joanne, come here. Stay away from me. I gave up on you 30 seconds ago, okay? I

can explain. I don't need an explanation from you. Honey, I'm sorry. Listen, I

just, I'm in there. You think I have no feelings at all? Is that what it is?

No. You think I don't know that you're seeing somebody else?

The way you've been around me lately?

You're staying out all night and your cab is parked on the street. I know

not working.

So I followed you.

I followed you like some kind of lunatic.

Joanne, it's... It's a case I'm working on. Chris!

You look me in the eye.

Tell me you're not sleeping with that woman.

I'm going to bed.

Is she that good?

So am I.

Because when she's finished with you, I hope she dumps you real hard.

Goodbye, Chris.

Go ahead.

You

don't

look happy tonight either, Sid.

Am I under obligation?

Somebody in here should smile.

You're a policeman, aren't you?

Yeah.

You tell anybody I gave you this?

I'm a dead man.

Get that little bit turned in.

I don't love her.

I think your boss would like to screw you.

Who would you call next?

Why are you leading him on?

I have no reason. Do you?

I wouldn't do it if I didn't.

Well?

Well, what?

Are you fucking him or not?

My, but we're blunt.

Look, I just want to know where I stand.

Well, why don't I tell you?

I'm a very moral girl, Chris.

I only screw one man at a time, and I screw him so well that he couldn't

possibly screw anybody else.

Currently, that man is you.

Satisfied?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm right, you are.

Did you know your husband was killed with a derringer?

Was he?

Two shots at close range.

One while he stood.

The other while he was on the ground.

How do you know?

From the forensics report.

They can tell all that?

All that and more.

Carrie, give me the... Oh, you mean like this?

You know, the woman who murdered him may have been wearing a blue dress.

Maybe. Maybe not.

And what makes you think it was a woman?

Just do.

Yeah?

Know anyone who owns a Derringer?

I own him.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Oh, come on, Carrie.

What? I haven't seen it for years.

Sorry.

Gentlemen in the audience must keep their hands off the lady.

I think you're mine for the taking.

Do you know how many men come into the Abbey

wanting to score?

About eight million a week.

It's more like four million.

This one guy is going to get lucky.

Again.

What if?

I was wondering if you killed your husband.

What?

Carrie,

don't you understand that I could arrest you?

Yes, I understand.

But I also know that you won't.

Why not?

You don't have a motive.

You have no weapon, no witnesses.

Just a theory.

And a few ill -chosen remarks from a disturbed, confused widow.

What's in your neighborhood?

I don't mean to be driving into you.

No, it's on your mind.

I wanted to talk to you without anybody else.

Okay, yeah?

Sure.

You're going to get it?

No, I already messaged it.

Leave a message, he'll call you back.

Dust off your best suit, Morgan.

You're going to make a great looking corpse.

I'll return my cause later.

The Truett case.

Let's know.

I was going to ask you the same thing.

Well, we got a few things.

I'm anxious to get her, you know.

Get her? What do you think she is? An innocent woman?

You tell me.

Well,

her name is Carrie Lennox.

Pennyless kid from Dublin, Ohio.

She could sing up a storm.

Give wealthy old guys an instant hard -on.

Two very useful talents that neither of us have.

Came to town.

Made a beeline for Charlie, boy.

Married him.

He gets enough just a short while before the divorce is finalized. Guess who

inherits? So you're saying the money's the motive?

Big surprise, huh?

You got anything to drink?

Yeah, it's in the kitchen. Help yourself.

Thanks.

Now, how'd you come up with all this background?

Well, you were my suspect. I got detectives on the job.

You know...

Gary's not the only one with financial motives.

Stuart had a silent partner.

What was his name?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.

Slimy Limey from the Abbey Club.

Yeah. So he gets control of the club, so what?

Well, it's something, isn't it?

It's chicken shit, Chris.

What's one million compared to 25?

Cy, how did you find out about that?

Oh, while your detectives were out thinking around, I was working on the

Good boy.

Got any ice?

Why don't you open the freezer and see if you can find any? You're the

detective. You're starting to get a little smart -ass.

I like that.

Well, I've been hanging out with you.

Carry the major arrest, Chris.

We bust her and we both look good.

I make captain, you, my lecherous young friend, you, make detective.

Play your cards right.

I know you've been in her house.

I assume you've been bopping her.

Tell me, is she as good as she looks?

Moreover, can you get yourself invited back in?

Why?

Snoop around a little.

Are you asking me to do an illegal search, Lieutenant?

Hey, it's not illegal if she invites you in, pal.

We need the location where she shot him.

Maybe a witness can put her at the scene.

Most of all, we need the murder weapon.

The Derringer.

Yeah, well, I'll keep my eyes open.

You better keep your eyes wide open, pal.

She put two slugs in her husband's kisser. Don't tell him what she'll do to

Well, I don't know about that, Lieutenant. She tried to warn me about

hitman. Well, try it with a different spin.

Suppose she was the one who paid for the hitman.

And then she makes herself look good by trying to stop it. She wins either way,

right? Or maybe she goes down to the parking lot, making sure the job is

finished. And then she's surprised to see that it's not.

Think with your head, Chris. Not with your dick.

You'll live longer.

oh

Lieutenant Cavanaugh warned me about you.

No, really. What did he say?

That you killed your husband.

So who knows what you'll do to me.

How much do you know about your own lieutenant?

He's my first commanding officer.

Fair -minded.

Straight as an arrow.

He's not as honorable as you think.

How would you know?

He's been here.

Here? Yeah, asking questions.

Well, it is his case.

He was asking questions about you and me.

I'm just warning you.

Yeah, well, maybe I don't need to be warned.

Maybe I can decide about people for myself.

I hope so, lover.

Chris Morgan, who wants to know?

Senator Howard Lyle, Internal Affairs.

Detective Bruce Harris, Detective Leon Weber.

Yes, so?

We've got a search warrant for your apartment.

Want to have your lawyer present?

No, it's not necessary.

All right, let's get on with it.

You must be leading some exciting life, Morgan.

We had this place staked out for 12 hours before you showed up.

Yeah, well, maybe you should have made an appointment.

I never thought of that.

What's this?

It was in your freezer.

What?

You know, these serial numbers match the ones that were inventoried from 1301

Anaconda.

Officer, you're in a shitload of trouble.

Chris, your fingerprints are the only ones on this.

From when I unwrapped it.

I don't know.

Maybe you'll get 12 mongoloids. They'll all believe you.

So, how we doing in here?

You son of a bitch.

Relax, Chris.

Oh, shit, I can't believe it. Even though you're too green to understand

you're gonna realize I've done you a favor.

A favor?

Well, thank you very much, you piece of shit.

Chris, everything can work out very nicely. This is the case nobody wanted,

remember? Frank, just get to it, all right?

Just keep your shirt on, will you?

Over's the mortgage.

In conjunction with the June 10th arrests at 1301 Anaconda, we've drawn up

statement of retraction.

We will acknowledge that your logbook was in error.

Packets of $50 bills that you alleged you now believe to have been $5 bills.

The tens you mistook as hundreds.

Works out to $39 ,000 instead of $390 ,000.

A rookie's error.

This is bullshit.

As your legal counsel, I advise you to sign it.

In return, this $5 ,000 disappears to

a public works fund.

There will be no record of your arrest, much less this meeting.

You take a few days of personal leave.

Come back on Monday for a new assignment.

And your personnel file will be a commendation from Captain Schneck and

Aren't you going to read it?

You know, I'm the only friend you've got in this room. Who the hell do you think

wrote the goddamn thing?

You know what?

Fuck you.

Chris, my... Fuck you, too.

Fuck all of you guys.

You want to take me down?

Go ahead.

I'm going down anyway. But you know what, fellas?

Not before I take every cop who stole money out of that warehouse with me and

anybody in this room who's trying to cover up their crime.

I'm going to make this a fucking media circus.

That's right, you may not go to jail, but your cops will. And I'll tell you

what, before I'm through, I will get you so much ink in the press that it will

take years before you can watch the newsprint from your respective careers.

This meeting is over.

Why don't I save you some time?

What is it that you're looking for?

Hey, Derringer.

That's all that sticks to you, huh, Chris?

It's not a case.

That's not it at all.

Oh, but it is.

You want the details.

How I shot him, when, and why.

I wanted to discover that you hadn't.

When I came to this city, I went to work for Mickey.

Through Mickey, I met Charles.

And long before I married him, I knew I would kill him.

Why?

What, you don't know?

I want to hear it from you.

Men like Charles Truitt get away with murder every day, in one form or

I know.

I convinced Charles that Mickey and I were having an affair.

Were you?

No.

But I convinced him that we were.

And the suspicion drove him crazy.

So he followed me.

That was the night you picked me up in your cab. Do you remember that?

I remember.

I shot Charles 15 minutes before you and I met in an alley off Carmine.

One shot while standing.

The second while he was on the ground.

Where's the gun, Carrie?

You can build your career on this, Chris.

I don't want to.

Get your evidence and then come back and make your arrest.

Ta -da!

Perfect match.

Charlie Truitt, meet the rest of your head.

And I heard you found Ben Bullock, too, so your case is nearly made. Yeah, well,

I don't have the murder weapon yet, but I think I know where to find it.

Well, that's too bad.

Why do you say that?

I read the newspaper.

She's quite a looker.

I don't usually do this, but I'm rooting against you on this one.

Excuse me.

I'm a police officer.

A couple of questions I'd like to ask you. About what?

About your girlfriend, Laura Flanagan.

Hello, darling.

Hello, Mickey.

I've waited a long time for this, Carrie.

So where do you want to do this?

Over there.

Mickey, you remember a girl about eight years ago named Michelle?

No, why would I? Well, this one killed itself, Mickey.

Yeah?

Yeah. Oh, what a shame.

Seems every few years the same thing seems to happen, doesn't it?

Did you know that most of the girls that come here are from the local Catholic

school for women?

What does that tell you, eh?

I help pay their tuition, and they get to live out the fantasies that they've

been secretly harbouring for the past ten years.

You think that's funny?

Girls get into this out of their own free choice.

Then they get all upset with what they've done, don't they?

So who's to blame?

Well, certainly not me.

I mean, that's why it's called suicide, isn't it? See, the victim herself is

responsible.

Jesus, you're so bloody beautiful.

No.

Leave them on your legs.

I want a lick.

Every inch of you.

Now come here.

I've definitely waited too long for this.

It's all right.

How do I look in blue, huh, Mickey?

Illegal.

Is that what old Charlie used to say, hmm?

Yeah, that's right.

I want you to understand exactly what it is I'm going to do to you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Do me a favor, okay?

I want you to think real hard about that girl I told you about. The one that

killed herself eight years ago.

Hey, Carrie.

I said I don't know nothing about her, okay? Oh, yeah, you do. Come on. I know

you do. I remember some stupid young whore that come here and she didn't know

nothing about nothing.

Sit. You, Carrie?

I'll be back.

the fuck are you doing?

I'm with my sister.

Where do you think you're going? Get the fuck out of my room.

It's amazing what that little twister do, isn't it?

Where were you when my sister could have used an honest cop, huh?

There's no such thing as an honest cop.

So you figured it out?

One of the girls at Laura Flanagan's memorial service told me.

I got the whole story.

Chris, come on.

You came to this town.

with only one thing in mind, to avenge your sister's death.

And you worked everything into the perfect position.

And your husband, Cher, the club, referred it to Mickey with his death, so

Mickey helped you murder your husband.

And then part of the payment for that was that you had to sleep with Mickey.

No.

That's what Mickey thought.

But you had other plans.

So you're gonna arrest me now?

I need the gun, Carrie.

No, Chris, just stay out of it.

Are you kidding?

Don't you know how things work in this city?

No.

I'll do things work.

Yeah, she's quite a lady, Mrs. Truitt.

She's glad you were going to involve me, you know.

After all, you and her were an item.

Well,

there you are, Chris.

The world exactly the way you want it.

Bad guys lose, good guys win.

Justice prevails.

It's colder than a witch's tit out here.

You're a hell of a romantic, Cavanaugh. Just give me the statement.

You couldn't have chosen some place inside?

Some place where they serve coffee?

I'm a romantic.

Oh, come on. You're not going to read it, are you? What, did you guys stick

something in here you don't want me to see? The same copy that your attorney

verified.

You miscounted the stash. 39 Gs instead of 390. Sign it.

What about the $5 ,000 in my freezer?

What five grand?

Ah, those knuckleheads improper, you know. I can't believe they misplaced

an important piece of evidence in a murder case.

The only piece of evidence.

Well, if you've got to take so long, maybe you're not doing the right thing,

huh?

Good guys win, bad guys lose.

Justice prevails.

Hey, Cavanaugh.

We got your pen.

She was my baby sister, Chris.

We used to play in the park together, braid each other's hair.

They didn't just kill her, they destroyed her.

They made her hate herself so much, she didn't want to live anymore.

And I was willing to pay any price.

I didn't expect anybody to come in and save me.

I did what I had to do.

We all do what we have to do.