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[SOUND OF RUNNING WATER FROM SHOWER]

[SIGHS]

JOHN, THAT STUFF£S GONNA KILL YOU.

I'LL BE DOWNSTAIRS.

[GUN CLICKING]

[GUNSHOT]

[POLICE SIRENS AND HONKING OF CARS]

EXCUSE ME?

YEAH?

[CAR DOOR BANGING]

EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU DONALD STRACHEY?

YEAH.

DONALD STRACHEY, THE PRIVATE EYE?

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

OH, YOU'VE ALREADY DONE ENOUGH.

THANKS TO THOSE PICTURES YOU TOOK,

MY HUSBAND WANTS A DIVORCE.

JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE.

YEAH. THAT'S NOT NEWS.

[BEEPS FROM LIFE SUPPORT MACHINE]

HEY, A LITTLE RESPECT, HUH?

WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?

YOU KNOW WHY THEY INVITED ME DOWN HERE.

TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THE SENATOR

VISITING THE BISHOP IN A HOSPITAL.

HE'S IN A COMA.

SHE'S, SHE'S CONSUMING ONE OF HIS PRIESTS.

GET IT?

I GET IT. THE DISTRICT HAS A LOT OF CATHOLIC VOTERS.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO GET IT THAT MUCH.

SENATOR, WE'RE READY.

YOU TWO SHOULD STAY TOGETHER.

THERE'LL BE CONFLICT AND TENSION.

JUST TAKE THE PICTURE.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

WELL, THEY'LL LET ANYBODY INTO THIS HOSPITAL.

AH, I TIPPED THE MAITRE'D A FIVER, AND IT COMES WITH MY OWN ID BAG.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

GOT A NEW CLIENT. HOW GOES YOUR PHOTO-OP?

WELL, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, SENATOR GLASSMAN

IS GENUINELY CONCERNED ABOUT THE BISHOP, THANK YOU.

HE TOOK A NASTY FALL IN THE RECTORY LAST WEEK.

GAVE HIMSELF A SKULL FRACTURE.

UHUM, AND WITH THE SENATOR DOWN IN THE POLLS.

YOU FIGURED GET-WELL VISITS GONNA BE WORTH WHAT?

TWO, THREE POINTS?

YOU HAVE NO APPRECIATION FOR MY INTEGRITY AT ALL, DO YOU?

I LOVE YOUR INTEGRITY.

YOU WANNA TAKE IT TO AN EMPTY ROOM?

WE CAN TRY IT WITHOUT THE GLOVES.

YOU'RE DISGUSTING.

THAT'S WHY YOU LOVE ME.

SHOW ME CONFUSION.

SHOW ME THE UNREAL LIFE.

THAT'S ENOUGH.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU.

MAKE SURE YOU SEND THE CONTACTS TO OUR OFFICE, ALRIGHT?

YOU KNOW, THE CAMERA LOVES THIS WHOLE DADDY THING YOU GOT.

BYE.

WELL, SENATOR, AGAIN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH

FOR TAKING THE TIME TO SEE THE BISHOP.

YOU'RE WELCOME, FATHER. I'LL KEEP HIM IN MY PRAYERS.

[PHONE RINGS]

PLEASE.

YOUR PHONE, SENATOR.

THANK YOU.

SO TIMOTHY,

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT RETURNING TO THE SEMINARY?

YOU WERE THE BEST STUDENT WE EVER HAD.

WELL, THAT DEPENDS.

HAS THE COMPANY CHANGED ITS POLICY ON GAY MARRIAGE?

I THINK WE'VE STILL GOT A WAYS TO GO THERE.

THEN I THINK I'LL STICK WITH THE HOME TEAM.

GOD BLESS.

THANK YOU.

BYE.

AH, IF IT'S NOT DETECTIVE NOR CHARLES?

GOOD MORNING, SENATOR.

STILL RAKING THE MUCK?

YOU STILL SLINGING THE MUD?

WHENEVER I CAN.

NO MORE TIME TO RIFFRAFF.

SENATOR, YOUR SPEECH IS IN THE BRIEFCASE,

YOUR BRIEFCASE IS IN THE BACK OF THE CAR, AND WE HAVE TO GO.

HE IS SUCH A SLAVE DRIVER.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME.

SO, WHO'S THE NEW CLIENT?

I DON'T KNOW. HE WOULDN'T TELL ME.

OOH, A MYSTERY. TELL ME LATER?

WELL, YOU MAY HAVE TO FORCE IT OUT OF ME.

HMM, EVEN BETTER. YOU'LL TELL ME.

[BEEPS FROM LIFE SUPPORT MACHINE]

DONALD STRACHEY?

DEPENDS ON WHO YOU ARE.

EDDIE SATIN. WE SPOKE ON THE PHONE.

I RECOGNIZED YOUR PICTURE FROM THE PAPER,

THE PRISCEL CASE.

THAT WAS REALLY SOMETHING.

YEAH, CLASSIC. DEAD GUY IN A LOCKED ROOM.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THE HOSPITAL?

YOU DON'T LOOK SICK.

I'M NOT THE ONE WHO'S HIRING YOU.

DONALD STRACHEY, JOHN RUTKA.

HELLO.

BYE.

SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL HIM.

YEAH, I'M NOT SURPRISED.

YOU KNOW MY WORK.

UNFORTUNATELY.

WE'RE ON THE WEB, TOO. THE RUTKA REPORT.

WE GET OVER 8,000 HITS A WEEK.

I WOULDN'T TOUCH THAT SHIT WITH A 10-FOOT POLE.

I'M SURPRISED THEY EVEN LET YOU IN HERE AFTER YOU

RUINED DR. POKE'S LIFE.

PLEASE.

ED POKE WAS THE HEAD OF THE HOSPITAL BOARD,

AND THE BIGGEST REST STOP QUEEN ON THE NEW YORK STATE FREE-WAY.

AND FOR THAT HE DESERVES TO LOSE HIS JOB AND HIS FAMILY

AND EVERYTHING HE'S WORKED FOR, HUH?

HE SHOULDN'T HAVE VOTED AGAINST EXPANDING HIV CARE

IN THIS HOSPITAL.

HE GOT WHAT HE DESERVED.

MAYBE YOU DID, TOO.

WHAT? BY HAVING SOMEONE BREAK INTO OUR HOME AND SHOOT HIM?

IF HE WAS SHOT, THE POLICE ARE INVOLVED.

WHAT DO YOU NEED ME FOR?

BECAUSE THE COPS COULDN'T CARE LESS ABOUT US FAGGOTS.

YOU KNOW THAT.

LOOK STRACHEY, I NEED YOUR HELP.

YOU'RE THE ONLY GAY PRIVATE EYE IN THE CAPITAL DISTRICT.

MAYBE IN ALL OF NEW YORK STATE.

I SEE. YOU FIGURED THAT WOULD MAKE ME SYMPATHETIC

TO YOUR CASE, IS THAT IT?

WELL, YOU FIGURED WRONG.

GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR BALLET CAREER.

REALLY? HE SAID THAT?

WELL, WHAT ELSE DID HE SAY?

YEAH?

[LAUGHS]

[SOUND OF ELEVATOR BELL]

HOLD ON.

EXCUSE ME SIR, VISITING HOURS ARE OVER.

SIR, IF YOU DON'T LEAVE, I'LL HAVE TO CALL SECURITY.

WHERE IS HE?

MR. RUTKA CHECKED HIMSELF OUT.

ARE YOU A FRIEND?

WELL, DID YOU WANNA LEAVE THE FLOWERS?

[SOUND OF NAIL GUN]

THERE, THAT SHOULD KEEP THE RAIN OUT FOR A WHILE.

FOR A WHILE?

I THOUGHT YOU SAID THE FIREPLACE WOULD BE FINISHED LAST WEEK?

FIXING HOUSES AREN'T AS EASY AS THEY LOOK, YOU KNOW.

YOU CAN'T JUST RUSH THE JOB. YOU GOTTA COAX THEM,

FINESSE THEM. MAKE THEM FEEL LOVED.

MY BILL.

LOVED ISN'T EXACTLY HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW.

MORE LIKE SCREWED.

HELLO.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[WHISTLING]

AH, FOR ME? YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE.

HAHAHA. I DIDN'T.

WITH THE AMOUNT OF MONEY WE'RE PAYING YOU TO RENOVATE THIS PLACE

YOU SHOULD BE BRINGING US FLOWERS.

HAVE A NICE NIGHT, BOYS. SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.

FOR YOU.

LET ME GET THAT.

YEAH.

DID SHE JUST SAY NEXT WEEK? WHAT HAPPENED TO TOMORROW?

WELL, SHE AND BOBBY JOE HAVE A DYKES ON BIKES RALLY IN P-TOWN.

YOU KNOW, FIGHT THE RIGHT, THEIR KIND OF THING.

AH, SWEETHEART, I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU WANTING TO HIRE

WITHIN THE COMMUNITY AND EVERYTHING,

BUT MAYBE JUST ONCE, WE COULD GET A CONTRACTOR

THAT DOESN'T SEE THE WHOLE WORLD AS ONE BIG GAY PRIDE FLOAT?

HMM, NO.

WHO'S THE MYSTERY CLIENT?

NOBODY SPECIAL.

I TURNED IT DOWN.

YOU TURNED IT DOWN?

YES.

HONEY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT OUR BANK ACCOUNT LATELY?

I MEAN, THE HOUSE, THE CAR.

WE'RE IN SOME TROUBLE HERE, DONALD.

YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO TURN DOWN A JOB.

IT WAS JOHN RUTKA.

TURN DOWN THE JOB.

UHUM.

[BUZZER SOUNDING]

YUP?

HELLO DONALD, IT'S JOHN RUTKA.

JOHN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

I WANT FIVE MINUTES OF YOUR TIME, DONALD, TO TALK.

THAT'S ALL I ASK.

NO, NO, NO. NO, NO, NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

I REFUSE TO LET THAT EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING SET FOOT

IN OUR HOUSE.

SWEETHEART, I'LL HANDLE THIS, OKAY?

OKAY.

JOHN, MAYBE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME BACK AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN I SAID

GOODBYE TO YOU, SO I'M GONNA TRY THIS ONE MORE TIME, ALRIGHT?

NICE AND SLOW, HERE WE GO, ARE YOU READY?

FUCK OFF.

THAT'LL BE THE END OF THE JOHN RUTKA PROBLEM.

DONALD STRACHEY IS A SELF-LOATHING HOMOSEXUAL.

HE'S A TRAITOR TO THE CAUSE OF GAY RIGHTS.

[PUPPY BARKS]

HE HATES HIMSELF SO MUCH FOR BEING GAY, HE DOESN'T CARE

IF A GAY MAN IS SHOT TO DEATH IN HIS OWN HOME.

DONALD STRACHEY IS A HYPOCRITE, A JUDAS, WHO WOULD HAPPILY WATCH

A GAY MAN DIE LIKE A DOG INSTEAD OF HELP HIM FIND JUSTICE.

NICELY HANDLED.

HOW IS SENATOR GLASSMAN THESE DAYS?

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?

THAT YOU'RE HER CHIEF AIDE?

IT'S MY JOB TO KNOW THESE THINGS.

SHE'S GOT A GOOD VOTING RECORD IN GAY RIGHTS.

I WISH THE REST OF THE STATE SENATE WAS LIKE HER.

OH, GOOD.

SO, MAYBE YOU WON'T FEEL OBLIGED TO DESTROY HER,

AND I'LL GET TO KEEP MY JOB.

I DO WHAT I DO FOR THE GOOD OF US ALL.

YEAH, YOU'RE A REGULAR MOTHER TERESA.

OKAY. TIMMY, I THINK MAYBE YOU NEED TO TAKE DR. WATSON

FOR A WALK.

I JUST DID.

I THINK HE NEEDS TO GO AGAIN.

OKAY. EXCUSE ME WHILE I OUT MY DOG FOR THE GOOD OF US ALL.

MIND IF I SIT?

NO, PLEASE, GO AHEAD.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, JOHN?

THEY LET YOU OUT EARLY ON GOOD BEHAVIOR?

IT WASN'T SAFE IN THERE.

ANYBODY COULD GET TO ME TO FINISH THE JOB.

OH, NOW YOU'RE JUST TEASING ME.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SHOT, DONALD?

AS A MATTER OF FACT, I HAVE. I DIDN'T CARE FOR IT TOO MUCH.

NEITHER DID I.

BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER TO YOU, DOES IT?

YOU PROBABLY THINK I SHOULD BE SHOT AND KILLED.

NO ACTUALLY JOHN, I DON'T.

BUT THAT PROBABLY PUTS ME IN VERY EXCLUSIVE COMPANY.

YOU THINK I DO MY WEBSITE TO MAKE FRIENDS?

YOU THINK I PRINT THE RUTKA REPORT,

PAY FOR IT OUT OF MY OWN POCKET SO I CAN GET INVITED TO THE

CHAMBER OF COMMERCE CHRISTMAS PARTY?

NO, DONALD.

I DO IT BECAUSE SOMEBODY HAS TO SPEAK UP FOR ALL THE

MATTHEW SHEPARDS OUT THERE, FOR ALL THE GAY MEN AND WOMEN

WHO ARE BRUTALIZED AND MURDERED EVERYDAY.

SOMEBODY HAS TO TAKE A STAND BEFORE RELIGIOUS HYPOCRISY

AND HOMOPHOBIA TURN THIS COUNTRY INTO A 21ST CENTURY VERSION

OF NAZI GERMANY.

[CLAPPING]

BRAVO, JOHN. BRAVO.

DID YOU WORK ON THAT SPEECH ALL THE WAY OVER HERE?

FUCK YOU, STRACHEY.

OH, COME ON, RUTKA. THIS IS ALBANY.

IT'S NOT PROVINCETOWN OR WEST HOLLYWOOD

OR AN EPISODE OF "WILL & GRACE". THIS IS THE REAL WORLD.

MORE GAY MEN LIVE IN THE CLOSET THAN OUT.

WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, IT'S THEIR OWN GODDAMN BUSINESS.

THIS IS A NICE PLACE, STRACHEY.

THIS RENOV IS COSTING YOU A BIT, HUH?

A BIT.

YEAH, I BET IT IS.

AND I'LL ALSO BET SNAPPING PICTURES OF CHEATING HOUSEWIVES

ISN'T EXACTLY PAYING THE BILLS.

SO, MAYBE IF YOU WON'T TAKE MY CASE FOR THE CAUSE,

YOU'LL TAKE IT FOR THE CASH.

SOMEBODY WANTS ME DEAD.

MAYBE IT'S SOMEBODY I OUTED WHO WANTS REVENGE OR

MAYBE IT'S SOMEBODY WHO'S AFRAID THEY'RE GONNA BE THE NEXT

RUTKA REPORT COVER BOY, TRYING TO STOP ME.

EITHER WAY I NEED PROTECTION.

THAT'S A LOT OF PROTECTION.

MY FATHER DIED, LEFT ME SOME MONEY.

THERE'S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM.

WILL YOU DO IT?

JOHN, I CAN'T PROTECT YOU 24 HOURS A DAY.

ALRIGHT, THE FACT IS, THAT IF SOMEBODY WANTS

TO GET TO YOU BAD ENOUGH, THEY'RE GONNA GET TO YOU.

THEN FIND OUT WHO IT IS, AND HELP ME STOP HIM.

DONALD, PLEASE. I DON'T WANNA DIE LIKE THIS.

YOU AREN'T SERIOUS.

TIMMY, IF I ONLY WORK FOR PEOPLE I LIKE, WE WOULD STARVE.

IT'S NOT ABOUT LIKING ANYBODY.

THERE ARE CERTAIN RIGHTS AND THERE ARE CERTAIN WRONGS

IN THIS WORLD, AND JOHN RUTKA IS AN ABSOLUTE WRONG.

WITH DEEP POCKETS. IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED,

THIS HOUSE ISN'T GOING TO FIX ITSELF.

SO, MAYBE I'LL ASK MY FATHER FOR A LOAN.

I'M SORRY?

YOUR REPUBLICAN CONGRESSMAN FATHER,

THE ONE THAT HASN'T SPOKEN TO YOU SINCE YOU TOOK A JOB

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE AISLE?

COME ON, I DON'T THINK SO.

LOOK, HE JUST WANTS ME TO TAKE A LOOK AT HIS FILES, OKAY?

SEE IF I COME UP WITH ANY LEADS, THAT'S IT.

THOSE FILES HAVE DESTROYED PEOPLE'S LIVES, DONALD.

I JUST DON'T THINK THIS IS SOMETHING

THAT YOU SHOULD BE A PART OF.

I'M NOT GONNA BE A PART OF IT. IT'S, IT'S A JOB.

WHAT DO YOU SAY?

I SAY WE NEED ANOTHER BUCKET.

[DOOR CREAKING]

[PHONE RINGING]

HI THERE, GOOD MORNING. CANDY?

[PHONE RINGING]

YOU KNOW WHO IT IS, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.

RUTKA, YOU'RE DEAD. YOU GODDAMN FUCKING FAGGOT.

I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU UP WITH AIDS,

YOU FUCKING FAGGOT.

ANOTHER SATISFIED CUSTOMER.

I GET HALF A DOZEN OF THESE CALLS EVERYDAY.

DO YOU OWN A GUN, JOHN?

NO, BUT NOW THAT ALL THIS HAS HAPPENED,

I CAN'T SAY I'M NOT THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO ARE YOU ALONE HERE?

EDDIE LIVES WITH ME. HE'S AT WORK RIGHT NOW,

DOWN AT THE PRINT AND COPY.

THAT'S HOW WE GET SUCH A GOOD DEAL ON THE RUTKA REPORT.

HE DOES A LITTLE OVERTIME FOR FREE.

THEY GIVE US THE PRINT RUN, HALF PRICE.

SO, WHY'D YOU LEAVE NEW YORK CITY, JOHN?

YOU UH, MISS THE GLAMOUR AND EXCITEMENT OF ALBANY?

THIS PLACE BELONGED TO MY PARENTS.

MOM DIED A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO AND THEN,

WHEN MY FATHER WENT THIS PAST SUMMER, HE LEFT IT TO ME.

ALL THESE FOR A SET?

YOU EAT A LOT OF THIS SHIT, HUH?

CALMS MY NERVES.

NOT YOUR TEETH.

[BEEPS FROM DIGITAL LOCK]

VERY HIGH-TECH, JOHN.

HERE WE GO.

WELL ARE YOU GONNA HELP ME UP OR WHAT?

DON'T GET ANY IDEAS.

SCOUT'S HONOR.

THESE ARE MY FILES.

ALL THESE BOXES?

YEAH.

HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO COME UP WITH THIS MUCH DIRT, RUTKA?

YOU CONSIDER GAY SEX DIRT, DONALD?

EVEN WHEN YOU'RE DOING IT WITH THAT LITTLE

BROOKS BROTHERS HUBBY OF YOURS?

HEY, THAT'S DIFFERENT.

NOT TO THE RELIGIOUS FANATICS WHO RUN THIS COUNTRY.

THEY'RE OBSESSED WITH WHAT WE DO IN BED.

HOW'D YOU GET ALL THIS?

I HAVE MY SOURCES. HOTEL CLERKS, DELIVERY MEN,

A FEW WELL-PLACED BUCKS A MONTH,

AND I GET ON-GOING REPORTS OF WHO'S COMING AND GOING.

ESPECIALLY COMING. YOU KNOW, THE WAY A DETECTIVE WORKS.

BRILLIANT.

WHY DON'T YOU PUT IT ALL ON A COMPUTER OR SOMETHING?

I DO, BUT COMPUTERS CRASH, HARD DRIVES GET ERASED.

YOU CAN'T BEAT A GOOD OLD PAPER TRAIL.

SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I THINK IT'S A TOXIC WASTE DUMP, RUTKA.

THE WHOLE THING SHOULD BE PUT IN AN AIRTIGHT DRUM,

BURIED IN THE DESERT.

THIS ONE TOOK SOME INGENUITY.

CELLPHONE CAMERA ON A TIMER.

I HAVE A SERIES OF THESE.

RIGHT ON THE DESK IN HIS OFFICE.

YOUR GOVERNMENT DOLLARS AT WORK.

IS THAT?

ASSEMBLYMAN BRUNO SLINGER, JUST TWO HOURS AFTER

HE VOTED AGAINST THE DOMESTIC PARTNER BILL.

GOD, RUTKA.

HE PUTS THE ASS INTO ASSEMBLYMAN, WOULDN'T YOU SAY?

[GLASS SHATTERS]

IS THAT EDDIE?

HE SHOULD STILL BE AT WORK.

CALL 911!

JOHN!

HERE.

NOW, DO YOU BELIEVE ME?

LET'S NOT JUMP TO ANY CONCLUSIONS.

WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

IT COULD BE AN ACCIDENT OR SOMETHING.

YEAH? THIS IS NO ACCIDENT.

IT'S GAS.

[SIRENS WAILING]

I TOLD YOU SOMEBODY WANTS ME DEAD.

[SIRENS WAILING]

WE WERE UPSTAIRS. WE HEARD A CRASH.

AND MY FRIEND CAME DOWN AND THERE WAS SMOKE

AND EVERYTHING WAS BURNING.

OKAY. WELL, THE FIRE'S OUT.

BUT WE FOUND THIS UNDER THE SOFA.

NOW, YOU DO HAVE A PERMIT FOR THIS GUN, MR. RUTKA?

NO, HE DOESN'T. BUT I DO.

IT'S MINE.

HEY, MR. STRACHEY.

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE HERE.

YEAH, I STOPPED BY TO CHECK IN ON THE PATIENT

AND IT'S A GOOD THING THAT I DID.

I MUST HAVE LOST IT DURING THE FIRE. THANK YOU.

OKAY. WELL LOOK, THE COPS WILL WANT TO CHECK THIS PLACE OUT.

ANY IDEA WHO?

OBVIOUSLY SOME TWISTED HOMOPHOBIC PIECE OF SHIT.

MY FRIEND MAKES A LOT OF ENEMIES IN HIS LINE OF WORK.

HE'S A JOURNALIST.

DON'T TELL ME, MOVIE CRITIC.

[LAUGHING]

VERY GOOD, COLE.

HEY, THANKS A LOT. IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU.

YOU BET. LET'S GO.

[CLEARS THROAT]

DID YOU LOCK UP THE ATTIC?

FUCK THE ATTIC, JOHN.

YOU TOLD ME YOU DIDN'T HAVE A GUN.

NO. I SAID I DIDN'T OWN A GUN.

I BORROWED THIS FROM SOMEBODY AT THE HOSPITAL

WHERE I USED TO WORK IN NEW YORK.

I WAS MUGGED ONCE. I WANTED SOME PROTECTION.

OKAY, WE'RE GONNA GET SOME GROUND RULES STRAIGHT

RIGHT NOW, JOHN.

YOU WANT MY HELP, YOU STOP BULLSHITTING ME.

I'M NOT.

AND YOU CONCERN YOURSELF WITH THE FACT THAT SOMEONE

JUST TRIED TO FUCKING.

SHUT UP.

YOU'RE GONNA START BY TELLING ME EXACTLY

WHO NEXT MONTH'S RUTKA REPORT COVER BOY IS GONNA BE.

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW? IT'S YOUR GODDAMN WEBSITE.

I MEAN, I HADN'T EXACTLY FIGURED IT OUT.

I HAD IT NARROWED DOWN TO THREE NAMES BUT I

STILL HADN'T DECIDED.

ALRIGHT, THEN GO UPSTAIRS AND GET ME THOSE THREE FILES.

I'LL GET A HANDLE ON WHO OUR MOST LIKELY SUSPECTS ARE.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

START LOOKING FOR SOME OF THE PIECES OF THIS PUZZLE.

YOU KNOW, THE WAY A DETECTIVE WORKS.

♪ [LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING] ♪

HELLO.

HELLO.

EVERYTHING OKAY OVER THERE?

OH YEAH. IT'S JUST A SMALL FIRE.

IT'S OUT NOW. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.

THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING GOING ON AT THAT HOUSE.

YOU KEEP AN EYE ON HIM, DO YOU?

YOU A FRIEND OF THEIRS?

IN A WAY.

WELL, I'M NOT NOSY OR ANYTHING BUT EVER SINCE THEY MOVED IN,

THERE'S BEEN SOME PARTY OR SOME MEETING, SOME DANCING GOING ON.

PARDON MY FRENCH.

I'VE GOT NOTHING AGAINST THOSE TWO GUYS, MIND YOU,

BUT IT'S ALWAYS GAY THIS, GAY THAT.

GAY, GAY, GAY.

ENOUGH ALREADY WITH THE GAY.

YOU DIDN'T HAPPEN TO SEE ANYTHING GOING ON

OVER THERE TODAY, DID YOU?

YOU MEAN BEFORE THE FIRE TRUCKS?

YEAH.

NO, NO.

JUST EDDIE RUNNING BY ON HIS WAY TO WORK, I GUESS.

HE USUALLY GOES FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

BUT HE MUST HAVE BEEN LATE.

ABOUT WHAT TIME WAS THAT?

OH, ABOUT AN HOUR AGO, I GUESS.

AN HOUR AGO, YOU SURE?

YEAH, I'M SURE.

I'M OUT HERE FOR ONE HOUR AND 45 MINUTES EVERY MORNING.

YOU DON'T GET THIS KIND OF A BODY SITTING IN FRONT OF THE TV

AND WATCHING JERRY SPRINGER, YOU KNOW.

NO, MA'AM. I GUESS YOU DON'T.

YOU SURE IT WAS EDDIE SATIN THOUGH, HUH?

SURE. TATTOO, EARRING, LOTS OF MUSCLE.

THIS IS ALBANY, MISTER.

WE DON'T GET A LOT OF THAT TYPE RUNNING AROUND OUR BACKYARDS.

I'M SWEATING LIKE A HOG THIS MORNING.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME INSIDE?

HAVE SOME LEMONADE OR SOMETHING?

OH, I'D LOVE TO.

THANK YOU.

BUT UH, GOT TO WORK.

ANOTHER TIME, THEN.

I ALWAYS LEAVE THE BACKDOOR UNLOCKED JUST IN CASE.

[GASPS] HUH.

JESUS CHRIST, DON'T DO THAT.

I DON'T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT.

YEAH, I DON'T LIKE THAT EITHER, JOHN.

I ALSO DON'T LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE LIE TO ME.

WHAT?

YOU'RE USING ME.

I MAY BE A LOT OF THINGS, BUT I'M NOT A SUCKER.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

JOHN?

MY GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?

I SAW THE FIRE TRUCKS LEAVING AND THE SMOKE.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE.

DEAD?

OH COME ON, EDDIE.

YOU KNEW HE WAS ALIVE.

YOU WERE WATCHING THE WHOLE THING.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

I'VE BEEN AT WORK ALL MORNING.

REALLY?

YOUR NEIGHBOR SAW YOU RUNNING BY THE HOUSE

RIGHT BEFORE THE FIRE STARTED.

EDDIE?

SHE'S CRAZY. IT WASN'T ME.

SHE DESCRIBES YOU TO A TEE, EDDIE.

MUSCLES, TATTOO AND AN EARRING.

AND I TELL YOU, SHE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THE KIND OF GIRL

THAT LETS A MAN GO BY WITHOUT TAKING A GOOD LOOK.

NO, NO. I SWEAR, I'VE BEEN AT WORK.

JOHN, YOU BELIEVE ME, RIGHT?

RIGHT, BABY? I WOULDN'T HURT YOU.

RED COONTS.

WHAT'S A RED COONTS?

IT'S ONE OF BRUNO SLINGER'S TRICKS.

HE LOOKS A LOT LIKE EDDIE.

SLINGER MUST HAVE PUT HIM UP TO THIS, TRYING TO FRAME EDDIE.

HERE.

THERE. SEE?

NOW YOU KNOW WHAT WE'RE UP AGAINST.

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.

BUT I DO HAVE A COUPLE WAYS OF FINDING OUT.

JOHN, I PROMISE YOU.

IF YOU ARE RUNNING A NUMBER ON ME, I'M GONNA COME BACK HERE

AND STOMP THAT CHECK OF YOURS IN YOUR FOOT.

NO ALLISON, IT IS NOT OKAY IF YOU TAKE AN EXTRA DAY

DOWN THERE. I NEED YOU BACK HERE NOW.

BECAUSE MY HOUSE ISN'T FINISHED YET!

[DOG YELPING]

HELLO?

[GUN FIRES]

DONALD!

HI, BEAUTIFUL.

HOW WAS YOUR WALK?

OH, IT'S FINE. FINE.

EXCEPT FOR THE END PART WHERE I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

OH, I NEEDED A SOFT TARGET.

I FIGURED OUR FIREPLACE WAS GETTING A FACELIFT ANYWAY SO.

SO, YOU KILLED THE MANTLE?

OH, YEAH.

OW, OW.

I'M GONNA TAKE THIS DOWN TO KAREN PAYNE AT THE LAB.

SHE OWES ME A FAVOR.

DONALD, WHAT IS ALL THIS ABOUT?

WELL, I'LL BE BACK LATER.

IF YOU'RE LUCKY, I'LL BE BRINGING A BOTTLE OF WINE.

OOH.

ONE SIMPLE WORD OF ADVICE, NEVER MARRY A PRIVATE EYE.

[ENGINE NOT STARTING]

COME ON, COME ON.

COME ON, COME ON.

MR. STRACHEY.

DETECTIVE BRADLEY BAILEY, ALBANY POLICE DEPARTMENT.

I WONDER IF YOU'D MIND TAKING A LITTLE RIDE WITH ME.

YOU LIKE ALBANY, MR. STRACHEY?

MATTER OF FACT, I DO.

I JUST SETTLED IN TO THE NEW HOUSE.

A LOT OF WORK TO DO.

UH-HUH.

YOU AND UH, YOUR FRIEND.

OKAY LOOK, DETECTIVE BAILEY.

BOB. YOU CAN CALL ME BOB.

THEY ALL CALL ME BOB AROUND HERE.

CAN I CALL YOU DONALD?

BE MY GUEST.

IS THERE SOME REASON WE'RE DRIVING AROUND IN CIRCLES, BOB?

ACTUALLY DONALD, THERE IS.

I'VE GOT A FEW THINGS I WANT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT AND I THOUGHT

THEY WERE BETTER DISCUSSED, YOU KNOW, IN PRIVATE.

YOU KNOW, BETWEEN GENTLEMEN.

WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?

TELL ME, HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOUR CLIENT, JOHN RUTKA?

IF YOU KNOW HE'S MY CLIENT THEN YOU ALREADY KNOW

THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION.

I GUESS I DO.

AND UH, YOU'RE A MEMBER OF THE GAY COMMUNITY YOURSELF.

[CHUCKLES]

YOU THINK THAT JOHN RUTKA WOULD HIRE SOMEBODY WHO ISN'T?

AN HONEST MAN.

THAT'S A RARE QUALITY THESE DAYS.

I TRY.

SO, YOU'VE NEVER PARTICIPATED IN A CONSPIRACY THAT INVOLVED

ARSON AND A FALSE REPORT OF ATTEMPTED MURDER?

OKAY, ARE YOU ASKING ME OR ARE YOU CHARGING ME?

NEITHER, DONALD.

JUST A PLEASANT CHAT BETWEEN GENTLEMEN.

SEE, YOU KEEP SAYING THAT, BOB.

BUT HOW COME I FEEL LIKE I NEED A LAWYER?

[SIGHS]

I'VE KNOWN JOHN RUTKA MY WHOLE LIFE AND THE ONLY

SURE THING I CAN SAY ABOUT HIM IS HE'S AN EXCELLENT LIAR.

IN WHAT WAY?

ANY WAY HE CAN.

MY GOD, FROM THE AGE OF SIX, SEVEN YEARS OLD,

HE LIED ABOUT EVERYTHING.

FROM HIS CHORES TO HIS HOMEWORK TO WHERE HE WAS GOING

AND WHERE HE'D BEEN.

HE PRETTY MUCH BROKE HIS MOTHER'S HEART.

A LOT OF KIDS LIE, BOB.

WHAT MAKES JOHN RUTKA ANY DIFFERENT?

HE DIDN'T GROW OUT OF IT.

NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR, HE WAS ARRESTED IN NEW YORK CITY

FOR THEFT OF DRUGS AND MEDICAL INSTRUMENTS FROM THE HOSPITAL

WHERE HE WORKED AS A NURSE.

THE CHARGES WERE DROPPED WHEN HE AGREED TO RESIGN.

OKAY, SO HE'S NO CHOIRBOY.

THE THING IS, HE WAS ONCE UPON A TIME.

HAD A BEAUTIFUL VOICE, TOO.

BUT NOW, WHY DOES HE WANT TO CAUSE SO MUCH MISERY FOR PEOPLE?

I'D SAY HE'S FIGHTING FOR A CAUSE.

WHY DO IT HERE?

WHY NOT IN MANHATTAN OR SOMEWHERE ELSE?

OKAY.

DETECTIVE BAILEY, WHY ARE WE TALKING?

JOHN RUTKA AND EDWARD SATIN WILL END UP IN JAIL

IF THEY STAY IN ALBANY.

I WANT YOU TO TALK THEM INTO LEAVING TOWN.

ALBANY IS THEIR HOME. I DOUBT THEY'LL GO.

THEY LEAVE, I CAN LET SOME THINGS SLIDE.

YOU KNOW, I'VE TALKED TO THE GOOD FOLKS OVER

AT PRINT AND COPY WHERE EDDIE WORKS.

LET ME GUESS, IT WAS HIS DAY OFF.

YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE ON THE CASE, DONALD.

JOHN RUTKA HAS BEEN A LIAR HIS WHOLE LIFE AND I KNOW

HE'S LYING NOW.

YOU THINK THEY SET THIS WHOLE THING UP?

YUP.

AND NOW I'M GONNA HAVE TO CHARGE BOTH OF THEM

WITH ARSON AND PROBABLY FRAUD.

AND I HATE TO DO THAT TO A FELLOW I'D KNOWN MY WHOLE LIFE.

I SEE YOUR PROBLEM.

SO, WILL YOU TALK TO THEM, MR. STRACHEY?

LIKE GENTLEMEN.

ARE YOU INSANE?

THAT'S BAILEY'S OFFER, JOHN.

I THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE IT.

JUST PACK UP YOUR STUFF AND GO.

BOB BAILEY IS A FASCIST.

YOU KNOW, WHEN WE WERE KIDS, WE USED TO BE FRIENDS.

USED TO BE.

BUT NOW, THEY WANT ME OUT OF HERE.

AND HE'S OUT TO GET ME JUST LIKE THE REST

OF THOSE HOMOPHOBIC COPS.

INCLUDING THE COPS THAT CAUGHT YOU STEALING DRUGS

FROM THAT HOSPITAL?

THAT WAS MORPHINE.

FOR A FRIEND'S LOVER.

HE WAS DYING. HE WAS IN PAIN, BEGGING TO END IT.

YOU EVER BEEN AROUND HORROR LIKE THAT?

YEAH, I HAVE.

ANYWAY, I DIDN'T STEAL IT.

I PAID FOR IT WITH MY JOB AND MY NURSE'S LICENSE.

IT'S A FUCKING SHAME THE WAY PEOPLE WITH AIDS HAVE TO SUFFER

BECAUSE OF THE HEALTHCARE INDUSTRY TRYING TO MAKE

ANOTHER MILLION DOLLARS.

SHOULDN'T YOU BE AT WORK, EDDIE?

OR DID YOU TAKE THE DAY OFF LIKE YOU DID YESTERDAY?

YEAH, BAILEY CALLED THE COPY SHOP.

I WAS THERE.

THEY'RE LYING.

THEY'RE NOT GONNA TELL THE COPS THAT I WAS WORKING OVERTIME

UNDER THE TABLE. IT'S AGAINST THE LAW.

SO IS ARSON.

WAIT A MINUTE.

YOU'RE ON HIS SIDE, AREN'T YOU?

YOU BELIEVE THAT ASSHOLE BAILEY INSTEAD OF ANOTHER GAY MAN.

DO YOU REALLY HATE YOURSELF THAT MUCH FOR BEING QUEER?

JOHN, SAVE THE SPEECH.

I'VE HEARD IT.

OH, THAT'S WHAT IT IS, ISN'T IT?

YOU HATE YOURSELF.

I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, DONALD STRACHEY.

I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.

I KNOW HOW YOU ENDED UP LIKE THIS.

THAT'S ENOUGH.

WHAT MUST THAT BE LIKE FOR YOU, HUH?

WHAT MUST THAT BE LIKE TO LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR

EVERY MORNING AND SEE A HOMOSEXUAL LOOKING BACK AT YOU?

I BET YOU WANT TO KILL YOURSELF, DON'T YOU?

I BET YOU JUST WANT TO DIE.

JOHN.

I QUIT!

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. JUST WALK AWAY.

LIKE YOU WALKED AWAY FROM YOUR LIFE.

WELL, SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO TAKE A STAND, FIGHT BACK.

I HOPE YOU'RE FEELING REAL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF, STRACHEY.

I HAD ANOTHER MESSAGE TODAY.

THEY SAID LAST TIME THEY BURNT THE HOUSE.

NEXT TIME IT'S GONNA BE ME.

I'M GONNA BE THE NEXT QUEER-BASHING DEATH STATISTIC

AND IT'LL BE ON YOUR HEAD.

BACK OFF!

I'LL SEND YOU BACK YOUR CHECK MINUS EXPENSES.

THEY'RE GONNA KILL ME, STRACHEY.

AND WHEN I'M DEAD, YOU'LL KNOW IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU.

YOU SELF-LOATHING, PRE-STONEWALL PIECE OF SHIT FAGGOT!

GAY, GAY, GAY.

ALWAYS WITH THE GAY.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

I LIKE IT.

IT'S KIND OF CAMPY.

I DIDN'T ORDER CAMPY.

I ORDERED MINIMALIST.

WELL, IT ADDS A CERTAIN CHARACTER TO THE ROOM.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

IT LOOKS LIKE LIBERACE THREW UP ALL OVER MY CEILING.

DONALD, DONALD, TELL ME YOU HATE THE CHANDELIER.

I HATE THE CHANDELIER.

ROUGH DAY AT THE OFFICE?

GET RID OF IT.

IT'S GONNA COST YOU.

ALLISON.

I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU, DONALD STRACHEY.

I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.

I KNOW HOW YOU ENDED UP LIKE THIS.

DONALD?

HEY.

YOU OKAY?

YEAH.

YEAH, JUST THINKING.

HOW'S RUTKA?

MMM.

LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT RUTKA TONIGHT, OKAY?

SOUNDS GOOD TO ME.

[POWER DRILL SOUND]

UGH, GET DRESSED.

WHAT?

GET DRESSED.

I AM DRESSED.

GET DRESSED TO GO OUT.

OUT?

AS IN OUT OUT?

♪ BELIEVE THAT I HAD NO SUCH VICE ♪

♪ THOUGHT I WAS PLAYING COOL KEPT AWAY FROM SHARKS AT BAY ♪

♪ BY STAYING IN THE POOL ♪

♪ THOUGHT I WAS THINKING STRAIGHT ♪

♪ KNEW I WAS FAST ALONE ♪

♪ LIVED APART WITH AN ACHING HEART ♪

♪ AS COLD AS STEEL AS STONE ♪

♪ BUT EVEN A STONE A FLINT CAN BEAT ♪

♪ AND YOU'VE GOT SPARKS OH BABY ♪

♪ YOU'VE GOT HEAT IN HEAT, ♪

♪ IN LOVE, IN EVERY DROP WITH YOU ♪

[DOG YELPING]

GOOD MORNING.

♪ WHATEVER YOU ARE IS FINE WITH ME ♪

♪ BE WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE ♪

♪ GROW UP AND DO WHAT YOU WANT. ♪

SKIP PRESTON WITH THE WEATHER FOR YOUR WEEKEND AND DAN CORBIT

TO BRING YOU UP TO DATE ON SPORTS.

FIRST, DIRECT FROM OUR WXRN NEWS CENTER IN THE HEART OF ALBANY,

HERE'S ANCHORPERSON CAROLINE CLARK.

BREAKING NEWS HERE IN THE CAPITAL DISTRICT

AS A LOCAL GAY RIGHTS ACTIVIST HAS BEEN FOUND DEAD

IN AN APPARENT KIDNAP-MURDER.

DONALD?

THE BODY OF JOHN RUTKA WAS FOUND IN A DESERTED BARN ABOUT

TEN MILES OUTSIDE OF ALBANY IN WHAT APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN

AN ATTEMPT TO DESTROY THE CORPSE BY FIRE.

LOCAL POLICE HAVE ISSUED NO COMMENT BUT WE WILL BRING YOU

ALL THE LATEST INFORMATION AS IT BECOMES AVAILABLE.

[PHONE RINGING]

HELLO.

YEAH.

YEAH, THIS IS STRACHEY.

I WAS AT WORK. THE COPS CAME.

FOUND ME.

THEY TOLD ME WHAT THEY DID TO HIM.

IT HAPPENED JUST THE WAY HE SAID IT WOULD.

JUST THE WAY HE TOLD YOU IT WOULD.

HE ASKED YOU FOR YOUR HELP AND YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.

YOU DIDN'T DO A DAMN THING!

EDDIE, IF IT HELPS YOU, I FEEL LIKE SHIT.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?

JESUS.

I FIGURED, WHOEVER IT WAS WANTED THEIR FILE BACK

AND WHEN JOHN WOULDN'T HAND IT OVER, THEY KILLED HIM.

YOU CALLED THE COPS YET?

JOHN NEVER TRUSTED THEM AND NEITHER DO I.

EDDIE, JOHN WAS GONNA PULL THREE FILES

FROM THE GUYS HE WAS PLANNING TO OUT IN THE NEXT ISSUE

OF THE RUTKA REPORT.

YEAH, HE, HE MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT THAT.

HE TOLD ME ABOUT THREE FILES IN HERE TO LOOK AT LATER.

RIGHT HERE.

BRUNO SLINGER. RONNIE LINKLATER.

IS THAT THE GAY ON TV?

HE HATED HIM. ALL HE EVER DOES

IS SING ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO BE YOU,

YOURSELF AND ALL THAT SHIT. HE'S A TOTAL CLOSET CASE.

JOHNNY EVEN THOUGHT HIS PUPPETS WERE GAY.

OKAY. WELL, THERE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A THIRD GUY.

DO YOU KNOW WHO IT WAS?

YOU KNOW, HE NEVER MENTIONED ANYBODY BUT I REMEMBER HE SAID

IT WAS SOMEONE THAT HE KNEW SINCE HE WAS A KID.

HE CALLED HIM THE ULTIMATE HYPOCRITICAL ASSHOLE.

IT'S NOT HERE BUT IT'S JUST, DO YOU THINK THE FILE BELONGS

TO WHOEVER KILLED JOHN?

DID JOHN KEEP AN INDEX?

YEAH, ON THE COMPUTER. DATABASE, FINANCIAL RECORDS, DATE BOOKS.

PACK IT. ALL OF IT. ALL THESE GOES.

WHAT?

THIS IS A MURDER INVESTIGATION NOW, EDDIE.

COPS ARE GONNA BE ALL OVER THE PLACE.

ANYBODY GETS THEIR HANDS ON THIS STUFF,

THEY'VE GOT AN INSTANT BLACKMAIL BUSINESS.

WE'RE GONNA PUT IT SOME PLACE SAFE.

LIKE WHERE?

I GOT AN IDEA.

LITTLE EARLY FOR A YARD SALE.

WE'RE GONNA HIDE THIS STUFF.

WOULD YOU GIVE EDDIE A HAND?

HE'S GOT THE REST OF THEM IN THE CAR.

[PHONE RINGING]

EDDIE?

YEAH.

EDDIE SATIN?

YEAH.

OH MY GOD, EDDIE.

HELLO.

UHM, HEY, HERE HEY.

I'M SO SORRY ABOUT JOHN.

THANKS.

I MEAN, I DIDN'T ALWAYS AGREE WITH WHAT HE DID.

BUT I.

HE WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE, YOU KNOW.

YEAH, LISTEN, IF THERE'S ANYTHING I CAN DO,

ANYTHING AT ALL. PLEASE.

I APPRECIATE THAT.

CAN I MAKE YOU A DRINK?

I KNOW, I KNOW IT'S A LITTLE EARLY IN THE DAY BUT UHM,

I THINK CONSIDERING THE CIRCUMSTANCES

WE CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION.

YOU SON OF A BITCH!

DONALD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

THAT WAS A FRIEND OF MINE IN THE BALLISTICS LAB.

HE'S GOT THE REPORT BACK FROM THE GUN WE FOUND AT YOUR HOUSE,

JOHN'S GUN.

TURNS OUT IT MATCHES THE BULLET THEY PULLED OUT OF JOHN'S LEG.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

CUT THE BULLSHIT, EDDIE!

DID YOU SHOOT HIM?

FUCK IT. IT'S OVER.

EDDIE, TELL ME THE TRUTH.

DONALD.

DID YOU SHOOT HIM?

YES!

YES, I SHOT HIM.

I DID IT.

IT WAS JOHN'S IDEA, NOT MINE.

AND YOU THREW THE FIRE BOMB IN THE HOUSE, DIDN'T YOU?

YEAH, I DID IT.

[SNICKERS]

BUT HE PLANNED THE WHOLE THING.

HE WANTED TO DO SOMETHING LIKE A REALITY-BASED CHARADE,

TO GET SOME ATTENTION.

TO SHOW WHAT KIND OF DANGER HE WAS IN.

EDDIE, HOW COULD YOU SHOOT YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND?

I DON'T KNOW.

HE TOLD ME THAT I HAD TO DO IT.

HE SAID IT WAS ALL PART OF WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO.

IT MADE ME SICK.

WHY ME? HUH?

EDDIE, WHY DID YOU BRING ME INTO THIS?

¢CAUSE HE WAS GETTING DEATH THREATS.

THE COPS WOULDN'T HELP.

HE THOUGHT HAVING YOU INVOLVED MIGHT SAVE HIS LIFE.

A LOT OF GOOD THAT DID.

WHERE IS HE, EDDIE?

HUH?

WHAT?

WHERE THE FUCK IS JOHN RUTKA?

THE FIRE WAS SO HOT HIS DENTURES FUSED TO HIS JAW.

DENTAL RECORDS, SHATTERED FOOT BONES.

IT ALL CHECKS OUT.

THAT'S JOHN RUTKA, OR WHAT'S LEFT OF HIM.

I TALKED TO HIM, BOB, LIKE YOU ASKED, ABOUT LEAVING TOWN.

OBVIOUSLY.

OBVIOUSLY.

THIS IS GONNA BE TOUGH ON YOU TOO, THOUGH.

SEEING SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPEN TO SOMEONE YOU'VE KNOWN

SINCE YOU WERE KIDS.

IT'S A DAMN SHAME. YOU'RE STILL AN HONEST MAN, DONALD?

STILL TRYING TO BE.

GOOD.

NOW, A FRIEND OF MINE HEARD A STORY ABOUT SOME FILES JOHN HAD,

PICTURES AND SO FORTH OF A LOT OF GAY PEOPLE IN THE AREA.

YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO KNOW WHERE THOSE FILES MIGHT BE?

YOU SEARCHED HIS HOUSE, DIDN'T YOU?

WE HAD A SEARCH WARRANT. YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION.

JOHN RUTKA WAS A LIAR.

BOB, YOU WERE RIGHT.

HE'S PROBABLY LYING ABOUT THOSE FILES.

MAYBE. MAYBE NOT.

BUT YOU'D TELL ME IF YOU KNEW ANYTHING, WOULDN'T YOU?

I TELL YOU WHAT.

I'LL ASK AROUND A LITTLE BIT.

IF I HEAR ANYTHING, I'LL LET YOU KNOW. OKAY?

FAIR ENOUGH.

THAT'S ABOUT IT.

ONE MORE SIGNATURE, NEXT OF KIN.

I THOUGHT HIS PARENTS WERE DEAD?

THEY ARE.

HE DIDN'T TELL YOU ABOUT HIS SISTER?

MY BROTHER WAS SUCH A FUCK-UP AND A LIAR.

BUT HE WAS MY BROTHER AND THAT COUNTS FOR SOMETHING, HUH?

I'M SORRY, ANNE.

FOR YOU AND FOR JOHN.

I APPRECIATE THAT, BOB. THANK YOU.

FUNERAL IS SATURDAY, 9:30, ST. MICHAEL'S.

I'LL BE THERE.

I PROMISED MYSELF I WOULDN'T GET EMOTIONAL ABOUT ALL THIS.

HMM.

ANYTHING WE CAN DO, YOU JUST CALL.

OKAY.

OKAY.

I GOTTA GO.

THE LAWYER SENT OVER THE WILL AND I GOT

A SHIT LOAD OF WORK TO DO.

DO YOU THINK HE GAVE ME A SHARE OF THE BOWLING ALLEY

TO BE KIND OR TO PISS ME OFF ONE LAST TIME?

MAYBE A BIT OF BOTH.

ANNE, HI. I'M DONALD STRACHEY.

I'M A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR.

I'D BEEN WORKING A LITTLE BIT

WITH YOUR BROTHER AND WITH EDDIE.

I'M SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOST.

WELL, THANK YOU.

HOW IS EDDIE?

HE'S DOING OKAY.

UHM, YOU KNOW I THINK HE'S STILL IN SHOCK.

WELL, GOD. IT MUST HAVE BEEN SO AWFUL FOR HIM.

I MEAN, THEM BREAKING UP AND THEN THIS.

THAT'S AWFUL.

I'M SORRY.

I DIDN'T HAVE THE IMPRESSION THAT THEY WERE BREAKING UP.

WELL, I JUST ASSUMED IT. I MEAN, THE WILL.

THE WILL?

WELL, HE DIDN'T LEAVE ANYTHING FOR EDDIE.

WHO DID HE LEAVE TO?

ME.

YOU SOUND SURPRISED BY THAT.

YEAH, I AM SURPRISED BY THAT.

WELL, DON'T YOU THINK IT'S A LITTLE BIT STRANGE NOT TO KNOW

WHEN YOU'RE IN SOMEBODY'S WILL?

UH, OKAY. I THINK I GET THE DRIFT OF THIS.

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, OKAY?

JOHN WAS A ROYAL PAIN IN THE ASS

BUT HE WAS FAMILY AND I LOVED HIM.

AND IF YOU'RE THINKING FOR ONE SECOND THAT WHAT?

I MURDERED HIM FOR HALF A BOWLING ALLEY

AND A FUCKING HOUSE? YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND. OKAY?

SO, EXCUSE ME. BUT I HAVE TO GO BURY MY BROTHER NOW.

WHAT A JERK!

ALWAYS THAT SUBTLE, DONALD?

NO. USUALLY THEY HIT ME.

CABLE JOHN.

YEAH. CABLE JOHN, RIGHT HERE.

HEY.

ANY LUCK?

NOT YET. ALL THE FILES LISTED ON THE DATABASE ARE ACCOUNTED FOR.

OKAY. WOULD YOU LOOK UNDER ULTIMATE SOMETHING,

WHAT WAS IT THAT JOHN CALLED THIS GUY?

ULTIMATE HYPOCRITICAL ASSHOLE. IT'S THE FIRST PLACE

WE LOOKED BUT THERE'S NO ENTRY UNDER THAT NAME.

BUT THERE'S LOTS OF ENTRIES FOR EVERYBODY ELSE.

WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS AND WE'RE ONLY IN THE C'S.

IT'S LATE. I GOTTA GO.

NO, EDDIE. YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE.

YOU CAN STAY WITH US FOR AWHILE TILL YOU GET SETTLED.

THANKS.

THANKS A LOT BUT I GOTTA GET TO WORK.

YOU'RE GOING BACK TO THE COPY SHOP?

THE SHOW MUST GO ON.

SEE YOU TOMORROW.

OKAY.

EDDIE, UH, LOOK. THIS IS THE CHECK THAT JOHN GAVE ME.

I WAS GONNA GIVE IT BACK TO HIM

BUT MAYBE YOU SHOULD KEEP IT, HUH?

NO, THANKS. THE DEAL WAS BETWEEN YOU AND JOHN.

IT'S YOURS.

THINK OF IT AS A FINDER'S FEE IN ADVANCE.

YOU GOT IT.

GOOD NIGHT.

HEY, EDDIE.

WHAT KIND OF CAR DID YOU AND JOHN DRIVE?

TOYOTA.

JOHN DIDN'T TRUST AMERICAN CARS.

THOUGHT THEY DRINK GAS LIKE HE USED TO DRINK VODKA.

WHY?

OH, WE'RE JUST THINKING ABOUT GETTING A NEW CAR.

IT WAS ON MY MIND.

IT'S NOTHING. I'M SORRY.

GOOD NIGHT.

OKAY.

ARE WE GETTING A NEW CAR?

NO, SWEETHEART.

DO YOU THINK THAT'S A GOOD IDEA LETTING HIM GO OFF

BY HIMSELF LIKE THAT?

I MEAN, WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED?

GO TO THE WINDOW.

OKAY.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

NOTHING. NO, WAIT. WAIT.

THERE'S EDDIE WALKING DOWN THE STREET.

UH-HUM.

LOOK ACROSS THE STREET, THERE SHOULD BE A BIG BLUE

CAR, COUPLE OF GUYS IN IT, PROBABLY DRINKING COFFEE.

OH, YEAH.

EATING DONUTS.

POLICE. HA.

BOB BAILEY'S HAD A TAIL ON EDDIE EVER SINCE THEY

FOUND JOHN'S BODY.

HE'S AS SAFE AS IF HE WAS IN HIS OWN BED.

TRUST ME. LOOK AT THIS.

RUTKA'S BANK ACCOUNT?

UH-HUH.

FIRST RULE OF DETECTIVE WORK, MY LOVE, FOLLOW THE

YELLOW BRICK ROAD.

ALRIGHT, DOROTHY.

JOHN PAID ME WITH A CHEQUE. IT SAID, RUTKA REPORT INCORPORATED.

I'M WILLING TO BET THAT HE PAID THESE SCUMBAGS HE GOT

INFORMATION FROM THE SAME WAY.

HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY I THINK YOU'RE A GENIUS?

NOT LATELY.

HERE IT IS. THERE IT IS.

FIELD REPORT, GIVE ME A BREAK.

DAMN, IT'S JUST INITIALS, N. Z.

THERE'S ANOTHER ONE. D. R.

UH-HUM.

AND H. G. LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE ALL PAID THE SAME WAY,

MONTHLY.

D.R. IS NOT DOING TOO BAD. LOOK, HE'S MAKING MORE THAN

THE OTHER TWO COMBINED.

UH-HUH.

$1400 A MONTH.

THAT'S WHERE I'LL START.

HOW ARE YOU GONNA FIND OUT WHO D.R. IS?

WELL, COME ON WHERE ELSE SHOULD YOU GO WHEN YOU WANT TO FIND

OUT WHAT'S GOING ON UNDER THE ROCKS AND THE SAND, HUH?

[PHONE RINGING]

HELLO. YEAH, I'M DIK STEELE.

HMM, ME TOO.

I'M SO HORNY.

YEAH, YEAH. I'M HARD.

OH, MAN. I'M SO HARD.

I'M GONNA, I'M GONNA SHOOT.

YOU KNOW THE BEST THING ABOUT THE PEOPLE

ON THE PHONES, DONALD?

THEY WORK FOR A MINIMUM WAGE?

YEAH, THAT'S GOOD.

BUT, UH, THE BEST THING IS, YOU SEE WHEN I POSE,

THERE'S ONLY ONE DIK STEELE. BUT OVER HERE WE HAVE A

DOZEN DIK STEELES.

I MAKE IN AN HOUR WHAT I USED TO MAKE IN A DAY

TURNING TRICKS AT THE HOTEL.

YOU SEE, YOU SEE THAT. YOU ARE A CREDIT TO

FREE ENTERPRISE.

IT'S THE AMERICAN WAY.

SO, UH, WHAT'S UP?

WELL, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

UH, MAYBE IN PRIVATE?

I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK.

IT'S TIME FOR MY 2 PM WHEAT GRASS.

THE BODY'S A TEMPLE, YOU KNOW THAT.

YEAH, I'VE SEEN YOUR PRAYER SERVICE.

I NEED SOME INFORMATION, DIK.

WHAT KIND OF INFORMATION?

HAVE ANY OF YOUR CLIENTS EVER BEEN OUTED

BY JOHN RUTKA?

IN OTHER WORDS, DO I KNOW WHO MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM?

YOU SEE, YOU ARE MORE THAN JUST A PRETTY DICK, DIK.

SURE, I KNOW WHO MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM.

I MEAN EVERY CLOSET QUEEN IN ALBANY HATED RUTKA.

BUT WOULD ONE OF MY CLIENTS HAVE ACTUALLY DONE IT?

I DOUBT IT.

[ALARMS SOUNDS]

HMM, TIME FOR MY 2:15 PHOTO SHOOT.

DO YOU MIND IF GET CHANGED?

HMM, BE MY GUEST.

ANY OF THOSE CLOSETED CLIENTS OF YOURS

HAPPEN TO BE ON THE POLICE FORCE?

YOU KNOW I CAN'T ANSWER THAT. IT'S PRETTY IMPORTANT,

OUR CLIENT'S TRUST.

THAT'S SACRED.

I DON'T WANNA DO THAT.

HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU SOME INITIALS, ALRIGHT?

AND YOU CAN GIVE ME NAMES OF PEOPLE THAT MIGHT BE

CLIENTS.

YOU CAN DO THAT, CAN'T YOU?

LET'S JUST FORGET ABOUT ALL THIS AND LET'S HAVE SOME FUN.

YEAH.

THE INITIALS, DIK.

H.G., D.R., N.Z.

YOU DON'T WANT NAMES.

H.G., D.R., N.Z.

YOU WANT THIS.

H.G., D.R., N.Z.

ALRIGHT, FINE.

I KNOW I OWE YOU, ALRIGHT?

WHEN YOU HELPED ME OUT WITH THAT GUY IN THAT PLACE

THAT TIME BUT WHAT YOU'RE ASKING ME TO DO IS THE SAME

THING THAT PEOPLE HATED RUTKA FOR DOING.

EXCEPT THAT JOHN RUTKA IS DEAD.

I'M TRYING TO FIND HIS KILLER AND YOU CAN HELP ME.

SO, IS THIS GONNA MAKE US EVEN?

WELL, IT'S A START.

FINE.

I DON'T KNOW THE FIRST TWO.

BUT THE LAST ONE, N.Z., NATHAN ZANC.

IT'S GOTTA BE NATHAN ZANC.

WELCOME TO THE PARMARLY PLAZA HOTEL.

MAY I HELP YOU?

WELCOME TO THE PARMARLY PLAZA HOTEL.

MAY I HELP YOU?

WELCOME TO THE PARMARLY PLAZA HOTEL.

MAY I HELP YOU?

[JOHN WHISTLES]

UH, WELL, WELCOME TO THE PARMARLY PLAZA HOTEL.

MAY I HELP YOU?

ACTUALLY, I'M LOOKING FOR NATHAN ZANC.

CERTAINLY.

UHM, MAY I TELL HIM YOUR NAME?

UH, JUST TELL HIM I'M A FRIEND OF A FRIEND.

I'LL JUST BE A MOMENT.

MR. ZANC, THERE'S A GENTLEMAN HERE TO

SEE YOU.

HE WON'T SAY.

BUT HE SAID HE'S A FRIEND OF YOURS.

YES, SIR.

YES, SIR.

UHM, I'M SORRY.

MR. ZANC ISN'T IN RIGHT NOW.

REALLY?

REALLY.

MAY I HELP YOU?

[DOOR OPENING]

HELLO, NATHAN.

WHAT THE HELL?

I'M SORRY, MR. ZANC.

BUT HE TOLD ME I'LL GO TO JAIL IF I DIDN'T.

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

MY NAME'S STRACHEY. I'M A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR.

I USED TO WORK WITH JOHN RUTKA, JUST LIKE YOU.

I'M SURE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

PERHAPS I CAN EDUCATE YOU.

JOHN RUTKA MADE SIZEABLE MONTHLY PAYMENTS TO YOU.

IN EXCHANGE, YOU TOLD HIM ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT.

MR. ZANC, ARE THEY ALLOWED TO DO THAT IN THIS HOTEL?

GET OUT NOW!

GO!

I'VE HEARD ABOUT YOU.

YOU'RE THAT LITTLE NANCY BOY DREW RUNNING AROUND TOWN

CAUSING TROUBLE.

WELL, YOU'VE GOT NOTHING ON ME SO MIGHT I SUGGEST THAT

YOU GO AND PEDDLE YOUR ASS SOMEWHERE ELSE.

MAYBE I WILL.

RIGHT AFTER I GIVE JOHN RUTKA'S FINANCIAL REPORTS TO

THE POLICE.

THE ONES THAT HAVE YOUR NAME ALL OVER THEM WITH

AMOUNTS AND DATES.

SEE, I FIGURE THAT COMBINED WITH THE TESTIMONY OF YOUR

LITTLE FRONT DESK BUTT BOY THERE, THAT'LL PUT YOU OUT

OF THE HOTEL BUSINESS FOR LIFE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I WANT TO KNOW WHO'S STARRING IN

THESE LITTLE MOVIES YOU WERE SELLING TO RUTKA.

I DON'T REMEMBER.

PERHAPS I CAN REFRESH YOUR MEMORY.

NO! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!

ALRIGHT, FINE.

[FIRE ALARM SOUNDS]

ONE OF THEM WAS SLINGER. BRUNO SLINGER,

THE CONGRESSMAN.

HE USED TO COME IN HERE EVERY COUPLE

OF MONTHS WITH THAT LITTLE TWINK FROM

TV. WHAT'S HIS NAME?

RONNIE LINKLATER?

AND SLINGER, TOGETHER? ARE YOU SURE?

YES. I KNOW, HE USED TO MAKE THE GUY JERK HIM OFF

WITH A PUPPET, OKAY. IT WAS SICK.

YOU'RE NOT TOO SICK YOURSELF.

YEAH, LITTLE GIRL'S GOTTA MAKE A LIVING, RIGHT?

WHO ELSE?

COME ON.

I DON'T KNOW.

THERE WAS A THIRD NAME. TELL ME, SOMEBODY THAT RUTKA

CALLED THE ULTIMATE HYPOCRITICAL ASSHOLE.

THE WHAT?

SOMEBODY THAT RUTKA WANTED TO OUT MORE THAN ANYBODY ELSE.

WHO WAS IT?

I DON'T KNOW. AND EVEN IF I DID, HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING

ABOUT IT.

AND THEN WHO DID HE SAY IT TO?

MAYBE THERE'S SOME OTHER SCUMBAG SELLING THIS SHIT TO

RUTKA.

I DON'T KNOW. NO! PLEASE DON'T.

OKAY.

ALRIGHT.

OKAY, DAMN IT!

HOWIE GLADES. HE RUNS THE FOUNTAIN OF EDEN HOTEL ON

TUNNEL DRIVE.

VERY GOOD, NATHAN. THAT'S H. G. NOW TELL ME WHO D. R. IS!

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, ALRIGHT?

DONALD REECE. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!

WILL YOU GET OUT OF HERE?

THIS IS GONNA BE HARD ENOUGH TO EXPLAIN AS IT IS.

THANK YOU, NATHAN.

ONE LAST THING.

NO, NO.

JESUS.

JUST DELIVERING YOU FROM TEMPTATION.

PROBABLY NOT THE BEST DAY TO ASK YOUR BOSS FOR THAT RAISE.

[BELL RINGS]

HELLO, HOWIE.

I DON'T KNOW YOU.

WE HAVE A MUTUAL FRIEND.

JOHN RUTKA.

I'M AFRAID I DON'T KNOW HIM, EITHER.

REALLY?

HOW COME HE GAVE YOU A LITTLE OVER $6000 LAST YEAR?

CLEANING SERVICES?

THERE ARE BACTERIUM EVERYWHERE IN A PLACE

LIKE THIS.

DISEASES.

ONE MUST KEEP THINGS STERILIZED.

THERE ARE ABOUT 90 REFERENCES TO YOU AND YOUR

MOTEL IN JOHN RUTKA'S FINANCIAL RECORDS.

I DON'T THINK YOUR CLIENTELE WOULD BE TOO HAPPY IF THEY START

FINDING OUT THAT YOU ARE SELLING THEIR NAMES.

[OXYGEN TANK NOISE]

SO, YOU'RE BLACKMAILING ME?

IS THAT THE PURPOSE OF THIS VISIT?

NO, IT ISN'T.

I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT RONNIE LINKLATER.

I'M SORRY, I DON'T WATCH TELEVISION.

THAT'S BAD, HOWIE.

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING [CHOKING]

MAYBE YOUR BRAIN'S NOT GETTING ENOUGH OXYGEN,

HUH?

MAYBE I COULD FIX THAT FOR YOU, HOWIE.

TRY THAT.

HOW'S THAT, HUH?

I ONCE HEARD

IF YOU BREATHE PURE OXYGEN FOR MORE THAN A COUPLE

OF SECONDS YOUR BRAINS STARTS TO SWELL.

UNTIL IT PUSHES AGAINST THE INSIDE OF YOUR SKULL AND HAS

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO, IT EXPLODES LIKE A ROTTEN

GRAPE FRUIT.

STOP.

[GASPING]

OKAY.

LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN.

OKAY, HOWIE?

RONNIE LINKLATER.

HE USED TO COME HERE EVERY WEDNESDAY

WITH HIS BOYFRIEND.

BRUNO SLINGER?

NO, NOT SLINGER. I KNOW HIM.

THIS WAS SOMEBODY ELSE.

HE NEVER GOT CLOSE ENOUGH FOR ME TO SEE.

I TRIED. MISTER RUTKA WOULD HAVE PAID A LOT OF MONEY

FOR THAT.

BUT HE DROVE A BIG BLUE BUICK WITH TINTED WINDOWS

AND I COULDN'T SEE HIM.

RECOGNIZE HIS PLATE NUMBER?

OF COURSE.

MISTER RUTKA WANTED ME TO KEEP TRACK OF THINGS

LIKE THAT.

HE'D PAY EXTRA, ESPECIALLY FOR THIS ONE.

HE SAID HE WANTED TO NAIL THE ULTIMATE ASSHOLE.

DID HE?

NO, NOT AFTER WHAT HAPPENED IN ROOM THREE LAST MONTH.

WHAT HAPPENED IN ROOM THREE, HOWIE?

AND YEAH, ON THE CEILING.

I SUPPOSED IT WAS THE HOURS OF POUNDING ON THE BED THAT

LOOSENED THE SCREWS, BUT IT FELL.

AGH.

DID HIS BOYFRIEND GET KILLED?

I DON'T KNOW?

HOWIE?

NO, NO, NO.

I SWEAR, I SWEAR TO YOU.

RONNIE MUST HAVE CALLED SOMEONE ON HIS CELL PHONE.

BECAUSE A WHITE CAR TURNED UP, TWO MEN GOT OUT

IN LONG COATS, YOU KNOW LIKE BUSINESS MEN OR MAFIA.

I WAS AFRAID THAT RONNIE'S FRIEND MIGHT HAVE BEEN A

GODFATHER OR SOMETHING.

SO I KEPT MY NOSE OUT OF IT.

ONE OF THE MEN DROVE AWAY IN THE WHITE CAR AND THE OTHER

ONE DROVE AWAY IN THE BOYFRIEND'S BLUE CAR.

DID YOU TELL ANYBODY ABOUT THIS?

RONNIE GAVE ME A THOUSAND SHUT UP DOLLARS.

SO, I WENT IN.

CLEANED UP THE BLOOD, MADE THE BED.

WHAT ABOUT THE POLICE?

NO, NO POLICE.

IN FACT, I RENTED THE ROOM AN HOUR LATER TO A DWARF AND

TWO HOOKERS.

IT WAS A GOOD NIGHT.

NOVEMBER 29TH. LICENSE PLATE NUMBER

FOR THE BLUE CAR.

WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER CAR, THE WHITE ONE?

NO, THE PLATE WAS TAPED UP. I COULDN'T SEE IT.

YOU SOLD ALL THIS INFORMATION TO RUTKA?

OF COURSE. WE HAD A DEAL.

BUT IT'S A SHAME ABOUT MR. RUTKA.

YOU LIKED HIM?

NOT PARTICULARLY.

BUT I DID LIKE HIS MONEY.

NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, MISTER STRACHEY.

I HAVE SOME CLEANING TO DO.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOG WHIMPERING]

[DOOR OPENING]

[DOG WHIMPERING - MENACING MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND]

WATSON?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE?

[GASPING]

ALBANY MOTOR VEHICLES.

HI HELEN, IT'S DONALD STRACHEY.

HELLO HANDSOME. ARE YOU STILL GAY?

ARE YOU STILL BEAUTIFUL?

JUST GIVE ME THE PLATE NUMBER AND I'LL RUN A CHECK.

WELL, WELL, WELL.

HERE'S TROUBLE.

HOW'S THAT?

WELL LAST CUSTOMER OF THE DAY, IT'S ALWAYS

TROUBLE.

BECAUSE I ALWAYS LOSE MONEY WHEN I MAKE THE DEAL.

ART MURPHY'S THE NAME.

STRACHEY, DONALD STRACHEY.

HI, MISTER STRACHEY. ANY PICK OF CAR YOU GOT

IN MIND?

WELL THERE IS, SIR.

THIS ONE, RIGHT HERE.

OH WELL.

I ADMIRE YOUR TASTE BUT THIS ONE'S TAKEN.

IT HAPPENS TO BE MINE.

WELL IF YOU WANT A LARGER CAR,

I GOT QUITE A NUMBER ON.

NO, MISTER MURPHY I'M AFRAID, I'M ONLY INTERESTED

IN THIS CAR.

AND WHY IT'S BEEN PARKED AT THE FOUNTAIN OF EDEN MOTEL EVERY

WEDNESDAY NIGHT.

I'M SORRY, I FORGOT YOUR NAME?

STRACHEY.

I'M A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR.

I'M LOOKING INTO THE DEATH OF JOHN RUTKA.

DID YOU KNOW HIM?

RUTKA?

IS THAT THE GAY GUY THEY FOUND ALL BURNED UP?

THAT'S RIGHT, THE GAY GUY.

DID YOU KNOW HIM?

I DON'T KNOW PEOPLE LIKE THAT.

AND I'VE NEVER BEEN TO THE GARDEN OF EDEN MOTEL.

IT'S CALLED THE FOUNTAIN OF EDEN MOTEL, SIR.

MAYBE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN THERE,

BUT YOUR CAR SURE HAS.

SAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME WHO YOU LOAN YOUR CAR TO AND

WE'LL KEEP YOUR NAME AND THE POLICE OUT OF THIS.

HUH?

WHO DRIVES MY CAR IS NONE OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS.

NOW I TELL YOU THIS.

WHOEVER IT IS, HE'S GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH

THAT GODDAMN MURDER.

WHY IS THAT, BECAUSE HE'S DEAD?

WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? HUH?

COMING IN TO MY FUCKING PLACE AND ACCUSING ME OF GOD

KNOWS WHAT?

ALL RIGHT, SETTLE DOWN.

DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL ME TO SETTLE DOWN!

NOW, I DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU ANYTHING.

DO YOU HEAR ME?

MISTER MURPHY.

ALRIGHT, TAKE IT EASY.

YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

RIGHT NOW.

SETTLE DOWN.

DON'T YOU TELL ME TO TAKE IT EASY!

YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

ALRIGHT TAKE IT.

I'M NOT HEARING A GOD DAMN THING NOW GET THE HELL OUT.

GO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU.

GOD DAMN, SON OF A BITCH.

[DOG YELPING] WATSON?

TIMMY?

TIMOTHY?

WHERE ARE THE FILES?

TELL ME OR I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!

WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?

TIMOTHY?

TIMMY!

TALK TO ME. TIMMY.

TALK TO ME.

[TELEVISION IN THE BACKGROUND]

HEY?

DONALD. IT'S YOU.

I'M HERE.

DONALD, DARLING.

WHEN I'M GONE.

OKAY SHHH.

PLEASE LISTEN TO ME.

I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE ALONE.

I WANT YOU TO FIND SOMEONE.

SOMEONE,

FAT AND UGLY WITH A VERY SMALL PENIS.

YOU BITCH.

DON'T, DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH.

I'M SORRY.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HURTS MORE, MY HEAD OR MY LEG.

HERE'S ONE FOR YOUR HEAD,

THANK YOU.

HERE'S ONE FOR YOUR LEG.

THANK YOU.

AND HERE'S ONE FOR YOU.

I'M SO SORRY.

OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD BEING MARRIED TO A PRIVATE EYE.

WHO WAS THAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

I DIDN'T GET A GOOD LOOK AT HIM.

BUT I CAN PROMISE YOU, HE'S GONNA BE LIMPING

FOR A FEW DAYS.

WHAT ABOUT THE FILES?

THEY'RE SAFE FOR NOW.

TILL I GET HOME TONIGHT AND BURN THEM TO ASH.

WHAT?

DONALD, WE STILL HAVEN'T FOUND THE RIGHT ONE.

I DON'T CARE.

IT'S OVER.

YOU'RE QUITTING?

DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID TO ME, WHEN THIS WHOLE

THING STARTED?

THAT THOSE FILES AND THE CRAP THAT'S INSIDE OF THEM

AND HOW CAN THAT RUIN PEOPLES LIVES?

WELL THEY JUST STARTED ON OURS.

LOOK, I KNOW WHAT I SAID.

BUT THAT WAS BEFORE JOHN RUTKA DIED.

OKAY, I'M GONNA CALL YOUR DOCTOR, YOU DEFINITELY GOT

BRAIN DAMAGE.

NO, NO LISTEN.

SOMETHING KILLED EDDIE'S PARTNER AND NO ONE'S GONNA CARE

WHO IT WAS, EXCEPT US.

DO YOU CARE ABOUT JOHN RUTKA?

WELL WHAT ABOUT ABSOLUTE RIGHTS AND WRONGS?

HUH?

WELL, I STILL DON'T THINK JOHN WAS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.

I KNOW HIS MURDER WAS WRONG.

YOU NEED TO FINISH THIS, DONALD.

FOR HIM. AND FOR US.

YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO.

BECAUSE YOU'RE SPECIAL, BECAUSE YOU'RE, YOU.

OH FUCK.

YOU STEPPED ON MY FUCKING FOOT AGAIN.

CUT, CUT.

JESUS CHRIST, IT'S TWO STEPS

TO THE RIGHT, ONE TO THE LEFT.

YOU FUCKING IDIOT.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

FUCK YOU, RONNIE.

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW YOUR RIGHT FOOT

FROM YOUR LEFT.

LET'S TAKE IT FROM THE TOP.

OH FUCK IT, I CAN'T WORK WITH THAT FELT FUCKER.

I'LL BE IN MY DRESSING ROOM.

GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY.

WHAT?

FUCK YOU, RONNIE.

HELLO RONNIE.

SHIT.

ARE YOU FEELING FREE TO BE YOU TODAY?

I'M CALLING SECURITY.

GO AHEAD.

ONE OF THEM'S GOTTA BE ON JOHN RUTKA'S PAYROLL AS WELL.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

HOW'S YOUR BOYFRIEND DOING?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

OH SURE YOU DO, RONNIE.

YOUR BOYFRIEND, THE ONE WHO USED TO FUCK YOU EVERY

WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT THE FOUNTAIN

OF EDEN MOTEL, YOU REMEMBER?

THE ONE WHO GOT WHACKED BY THAT FALLING MIRROR.

DID HE DIE?

LEAVE ME ALONE.

DID HE LIVE? HE LIVED AND DECIDED TO GET RID OF THE

JOHN RUTKA PROBLEM YOU'RE BOTH HAVING BY GETTING RID

OF JOHN RUTKA?

IS THAT WHERE YOU WERE LAST WEDNESDAY NIGHT, RONNIE?

WERE YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND HAVING A COOK OUT WITH JOHN

RUTKA AS THE MAIN COURSE?

NO, I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT.

I WAS AT A MEETING.

WITH WHO?

I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT.

LET ME GUESS. BRUNO SLINGER?

DON'T WORRY, RONNIE.

I'M NOT HERE TO OUT EITHER ONE OF YOU.

OKAY?

I JUST NEED SOME ANSWERS AND YOU NEED AN ALIBI.

IS IT BRUNO?

YES.

IF HE FINDS OUT I TOLD YOU-

HE'LL WHAT, KILL YOU?

HE'S NOT LIKE THAT.

BUT YOUR OLD BOYFRIEND WAS, WASN'T HE?

THE ONE FROM THE FOUNTAIN OF EDEN.

HE WASN'T MY BOYFRIEND.

HE WAS NEVER MY BOYFRIEND.

I'M GONNA DO YOU A FAVOR, RONNIE.

ALRIGHT, YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME HIS NAME AND I'M GONNA

GET RID OF JOHN RUTKA'S FILES

ON BOTH OF YOU.

HE'S NOT IN ANY FILE.

HE'S TOO CAREFUL FOR THAT.

OKAY. HE'S STILL ALIVE, GOOD.

TELL ME HIS NAME, RONNIE.

TELL ME HIS FUCKING NAME!

GOD, I THINK I'M GONNA BE SICK.

RONNIE.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO YOURSELF, RONNIE?

WHY ARE YOU PROTECTING HIM, RONNIE?

WHAT'S HE GOT ON YOU?

RONNIE.

MY FOOT HURTS.

[SOUND OF FOOT STEPS]

WELL, IF IT ISN'T THE MAN OF MY DREAMS.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

[SOUND OF FOOT STEPS]

WELL, LOOK AT THAT.

IT'S CONGRESSMAN SLINGER.

GOT TO TELL YOU, BRUNO.

YOUR PICTURES DON'T DO YOU JUSTICE.

BUT THEN AGAIN SO FEW MEN COULD PULL OFF THE LEATHER

HARNESS COCK RING LOOK.

WHERE IS MY FILE?

ISN'T THAT THE MILLION-DOLLAR QUESTION?

TOO BAD VIN DIESEL HERE COULDN'T ANSWER IT FOR YOU.

ENOUGH.

LOOK STRACHEY, I DON'T HAVE ANY PARTICULAR PROBLEM

WITH YOU.

ALL I WANT, IS RUTKA'S FILE ON ME.

NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

WELL, I GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT.

BECAUSE I GOT QUESTIONS.

NAMELY, WHY DID YOU KILL JOHN RUTKA?

SURELY A MAN AS BIG AND POWERFUL AS A CONGRESSMAN

COULD FIND A WAY TO HANDLE THE SITUATION BETTER.

NICE TRY.

BUT I DIDN'T DO IT.

I WISH I HAD.

IT'S JUST NOT MY STYLE.

YOU'RE MUCH MORE OF THE KIDNAPPER, TORTURE KIND

OF A REPUBLICAN.

LOOK, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS CAT AND MOUSE SHIT,

STRACHEY.

YOU ALREADY KNOW WHERE I WAS WHEN RUTKA WAS TORCHED.

AND YOU ALREADY TALKED TO RONNIE.

SO LET'S JUST MAKE THIS FAST.

WHERE IS MY FILE?

YOU WANT TO KNOW?

COME HERE.

I'LL TELL YOU.

IT'S IN A SAFE DEPOSIT BOX IN A BANK DOWNTOWN.

WHERE YOU KNOW, IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME OR

TO TIMMY IT'S TO GO STRAIGHT TO THE ALBANY TIMES.

IF YOU KILL ME BRUNO, YOU AND YOUR LITTLE HARD-ONS

MAKE THE FRONT PAGE.

THANK YOU, HANDSOME.

IF YOU GET SICK AND TIRED WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ME A CALL?

HOW MUCH IS THIS GONNA COST ME?

TEN, TWENTY?

ONE.

YOU ANSWER ONE QUESTION, YOU GET YOUR FILE.

YOU GIVE ME THE FILE FIRST.

WHO WAS RONNIE LINKLETTER'S LOVER BEFORE YOU?

THAT'S IT?

THAT'S YOUR QUESTION?

YEAH?

EASY.

I DON'T KNOW.

RONNIE DOESN'T TALK ABOUT HIM.

NEVER MENTIONS HIS NAME.

WHICH I LIKE.

IT MEANS HE WON'T TALK ABOUT ME EITHER.

NOW WHERE IS MY FILE?

I'LL SEND IT TO YOU.

IF YOU FUCK WITH ME.

YOU'LL END UP LIKE RUTKA.

AND I'LL LIGHT THE FUCKING MATCH MYSELF.

COME ON, SLINGER.

WOULD I LIE TO AN ELECTED OFFICIAL?

ONE MORE THING.

LEAVE RONNIE ALONE.

HE'S MESSED UP AS IT IS.

WITH ALL THIS SHIT, HAVING SOMEBODY HE TRUSTED TURN

ON HIM LIKE THAT.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE HE TRUSTED?

COME ON, STRACHEY.

YOU'RE THE PRIVATE EYE.

DIDN'T YOU DO YOUR HOME WORK?

RUTKA WAS LIKE A BIG BROTHER TO RONNIE.

THEY HAD A FIGHT A LITTLE WHILE AGO, AND THAT WAS THAT.

WHAT WAS THE FIGHT ABOUT?

I DON'T KNOW.

RUTKA'S WANTED TO OUT SOME PRIEST.

AND RONNIE WOULDN'T HELP.

WHY?

RONNIE'S A CHURCH-GOING BOY?

[CHUCKLES]

YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW VERY MUCH, NOW DO YOU?

RUTKA HEARD RONNIE SINGING IN THE SAINT MICHAEL'S CHOIR.

AND HE CONVINCES HIM TO GET INTO SHOW BUSINESS.

IF YOUR IDEA OF SHOW BUSINESS IS PUPPETS.

[CHUCKLES]

WHY DO I HAVE TO GO TO THE DIOCESE WITH YOU?

FATHER MORGAN KNOWS YOU.

YES.

BUT HE LIKES YOU.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS FIND OUT WHO THE PARISH PRIEST

WAS AT SAINT MICHAEL'S WHEN JOHN RUTKA WAS A BOY, OKAY?

YOU WOULDN'T MAKE ME DO THIS IF I WASN'T

IN THIS CHAIR.

[SINGING IN CHORUS]

COULD WE BE MORE GAY?

WHOA.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

THAT'S ART MURPHY, THE CAR DEALER. WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?

HELLO?

MURPHY? IRISH CATHOLIC VISITING THE SICK BISHOP?

IRISH?

LIKE YOU, THAT'S GOOD YOU COULD TALK TO HIM.

WHAT?

JUST FIND OUT WHO HE LOANS HIS CAR TO.

HE'S GOT THIS BIG BLUE BUICK. JUST GO TALK TO HIM.

WHY DON'T YOU DO IT?

BECAUSE THE LAST TIME HE SAW ME, HE TRIED

TO BEAT MY BRAINS OUT WITH HIS TIRE IRON,

HE MAY WANT TO FINISH THE JOB.

GO.

I'M SORRY.

AM I INTERRUPTING?

NO, PLEASE COME IN.

IT'S SUCH A SHAME.

HOW'S HE DOING?

DOCTOR SAYS HE'S SHOWING PROGRESS.

THEY SAY HE COULD WAKE UP ANYTIME.

HAVE WE MET?

NO, NOT EXACTLY.

I'M TIMMY CALLAHAN.

WELL I'M JOAN MURPHY AND THIS IS MY HUSBAND ART.

TWO MURPHY'S.

AND A CALLAHAN.

GREAT DAY FOR THE IRISH.

SO, ART MURPHY.

AH HUH?

NOT THE ART MURPHY THAT OWNS A BIG CAR DEALERSHIP?

YEAH, THAT'S ME, YEAH.

ARE YOU IN THE MARKET?

ACTUALLY, ACTUALLY.

I AM IN THE MARKET.

I'M LOOKING FOR AN UPGRADE FOR MY TOYOTA FLACKER.

FLACKER?

UH HMM.

I'M AFRAID I DON'T KNOW THAT ONE.

YEAH.

YEAH IT'S TOO SMALL THOUGH.

THERE'S NO MORE ROOM FOR ME AND THE WIFE, THE KIDS.

I NEED SOMETHING A LITTLE BIGGER.

SOMETHING LIKE A BUICK.

OOH NOW YOU'RE TALKING.

THAT'S WHAT I DRIVE.

REALLY?

YEAH HE DOES.

GOSH ISN'T THAT SOMETHING.

WELL MAYBE I COULD COME BY SOMETIME AND TAKE IT

FOR A TEST DRIVE?

GOOD LUCK TO YOU.

ART DOESN'T LET ANYBODY TOUCH HIS CAR.

EXCEPT MY BROTHER, WHEN HE DID HIS ROUNDS.

THAT'S JUST BECAUSE HE COULD WRITE IT OFF AS CHARITY

ON HIS TAXES.

YOU KNOW, RIGHT WELL.

I'D GIVE IT ALL BACK JUST TO HAVE HIM, YOU KNOW,

UP AND AROUND AGAIN.

WITH GOD'S HELP, HE WILL BE.

WHO?

BISHOP MCFEE IS YOUR BROTHER?

YEAH.

AND HE BORROWS THE CAR.

ISN'T THAT NICE.

THEY LIED ABOUT THE MIRROR FALLING ON

THE BISHOP AND ALMOST KILLING HIM, JUST

TO COVER UP HIS AFFAIR WITH RONNIE LINKLATER.

I WONDER WHAT ELSE THEY'RE HIDING.

DONALD, I DON'T FEEL VERY GOOD ABOUT THIS.

TIMOTHY, PLEASE.

ARE YOU COMING?

YEAH, YEAH.

I'LL HANDLE IT, ALRIGHT?

I'VE KNOWN FR. MORGAN SINCE SEMINARY SCHOOL.

THIS IS.

HE'S NOT GONNA MIND ANSWERING A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS.

OKAY? I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.

RIGHT, RIGHT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN,

YOU'LL TAKE CARE OF IT?

I DON'T THINK THAT'S A GOOD IDEA, EITHER DONALD.

YOU TALK TO HIM, THEN.

TIMOTHY RELAX.

FATHER MORGAN.

DONALD!

WELL TIM, WELL WHAT BRINGS YOU OUT HERE TO MY NEIGHBORHOOD?

AH TIMOTHY HAD A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS.

WE WERE JUST DRIVING BY THE NEIGHBORHOOD.

AND IT WAS A LOVELY DAY AND WE THOUGHT THAT WE WOULD.

FATHER MORGAN I'M WORKING ON THE JOHN RUTKA CASE.

ARE YOU FAMILIAR?

THE HOMOSEXUAL ACTIVIST?

THAT'S RIGHT.

SAD SITUATION.

SERIOUS.

I JUST NEED TO KNOW WHO WAS THE PARISH PRIEST WAS AT

SAINT MICHAEL'S WHEN JOHN RUTKA WAS A BOY, LATE 50'S

EARLY 60'S?

OH MY GOSH. THAT WAS BEFORE MY TIME HERE.

YOU KNOW I COULD SIMPLY LOOK IT UP FOR YOU, IF YOU LIKE.

GREAT.

ALRIGHT, JUST GIVE ME A MOMENT.

AND STAY HERE.

OKAY.

OKAY.

SMOOTH.

FATHER MORGAN,

BOB. WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?

THIS CAR, WHO OWNS IT?

THE DIOCESE.

AND WHO NORMALLY DRIVES IT?

THE BISHOP DOES.

HE DID UNTIL HE HAD HIS ACCIDENT.

AND THEN?

I DRIVE IT NOW.

FATHER MORGAN, I'M AFRAID I'M GONNA ASK YOU WHERE YOU

WERE ON THE NIGHT OF JOHN RUTKA'S MURDER AND YOU MAY

WANT YOUR ATTORNEY PRESENT.

BOB, I CAN ASSURE YOU.

FATHER, I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND ME.

YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER

OF JOHN RUTKA.

THEY SAY HE CAME OUT OF IT LAST NIGHT.

IT'S BEEN A MAD HOUSE EVER SINCE.

BISHOP MCFEE, DO YOU REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT

THE ACCIDENT?

DID YOU KNOW THE DIOCESE IS UNDER INVESTIGATION?

HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL, BISHOP?

EVERYONE OUT IN HERE OR YOU'RE ALL GOING TO JAIL.

COME ON.

COME ON.

IS THAT?

I KNOW YOU.

BISHOP MCFEE.

IT'S DETECTIVE BAILEY, ALBANY POLICE.

YES?

SIR, I HAVE TO ASK YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.

GOODBYE JOHN RUTKA.

I GUESS THERE WAS SOMEBODY WHO LOVED HIM.

DETECTIVE BAILEY, THIS IS MY PARTNER.

TIMOTHY CALLAHAN.

PLEASURE TO MEET YOU.

PLEASURE.

YOUR PARTNER WAS A BIG HELP ON THIS CASE.

I TAUGHT HIM EVERYTHING HE KNOWS.

YEAH WE WOULDN'T HAVE NABBED THAT ONE FOR YEARS.

FATHER MORGAN?

BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST TRYING

TO PROTECT THE BISHOP?

NO, I MEAN THE BISHOP.

I'D HEARD THE RUMORS THROUGH THE YEARS THAT HE'S DIFFERENT

FROM THE OTHER PRIESTS.

PICKED ONE BOY WITH A STICK FOR THREE YEARS.

THREATENING THEM, TERRIFYING THEM, KEEP THEM QUIET.

I READ THE PAPERS THIS MORNING A FEW MORE MEN

HAVE COME FORWARD WITH CHARGES OF THEIR OWN.

WELL I WONDER, WHY JOHN DIDN'T JUST

OUT MCFEE HIMSELF.

WELL, WHAT HE COULDN'T DO IN LIFE IS CERTAINLY

ACCOMPLISHED NOW.

DONALD.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW, JOHN WOULD REALLY BE PROUD

OF WHAT YOU DID.

EDDIE, I NEED TO TELL YOU, YOU KNOW, I WISH I COULD

HAVE DONE MORE.

I WANT TO PAY FOR YOUR WORK.

I TALKED TO THE RUTKA FAMILY LAWYER.

JUST SEND THEM THE BILL AND HE'LL WRITE YOU A CHECK.

LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW.

NO, NO, NO WAIT.

ACTUALLY EDDIE WHERE DO YOU EXACTLY, DO YOU WANT THE

BILL SENT?

DAVID RESUTO. HE'S HERE IN ALBANY

OH YEAH, YEAH.

ARE YOU TAKING A TRIP?

YES, THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME HERE NOW

WITHOUT JOHN.

I'M GOING BACK TO MANHATTAN AND STAY

WITH THESE GUYS FOR AWHILE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.

YOU KNOW, TAKE IT ONE DAY AT A TIME.

WELL SEE YOU LATER, EDDIE.

YOU TOO, TIMMY.

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

YOU TOO.

DONALD STRACHEY.

SO EDDIE GOES BACK TO THE BIG CITY

TO START OVER, CASE CLOSED.

IF THERE'S EVER A CASE I WANTED CLOSED,

IT'S THIS ONE HUH?

OH NO.

WHAT?

DAVID RESUTO.

THE RUTKA FAMILY ATTORNEY.

JOHN'S FINANCIAL RECORDS. FOURTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS TO

A D.R.

IT'S DAVID RESUTO.

DONALD?

DONALD.

CASE CLOSED?

SORRY.

JESUS.

YOUR BROTHER GAVE SOME MONEY TO A DAVID RESUTO, FOURTEEN

THOUSAND DOLLARS.

YOU KNOW WHAT, MISTER STRACHEY?

I DON'T THINK THIS IS VERY APPROPRIATE.

ANNE, PLEASE.

DID YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S FOR?

YES.

OF COURSE.

LIFE INSURANCE.

THE BENEFICIARY?

EDDIE, OBVIOUSLY.

HOW MUCH DID HE GET?

YOU KNOW, IT THAT REALLY ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS?

ANNE, JUST TELL ME, WAS IT ENOUGH FOR HIM TO GO

OFF AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER?

OKAY.

WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?

JUST SPIT IT OUT.

EDDIE SANTON JUST BECAME A VERY RICH MAN.

EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME.

PARDON ME.

TIMMY.

I LOVE YOU.

OKAY.

I LOVE YOU TOO.

GOOD, TAKE A CAB HOME.

WHAT?

DONALD?

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

ALRIGHT I'LL JUST CATCH A TAXI CAB.

I'LL HAVE DINNER READY.

HAVE SOME MARTINIS CHILLING.

I'LL JUST GET A TAXI.

PRIVATE EYES.

LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 431 TO MEXICO CITY.

LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 431 TO MEXICO CITY.

HOW ABOUT WE GET TO MEXICO, YOU BUY ME LUNCH.

YOU'RE RICH.

DONALD.

HOW FABULOUS TO SEE YOU.

I'M GLAD I HAVE THIS CHANCE TO THANK YOU FOR FINDING MY

MURDERER.

CANDY?

FALSE TEETH.

CONGRATULATIONS, JOHN.

NICE WORK.

IT TOOK A WHILE FOR MY FRIENDS

AT THE HOSPITAL TO FIND THE RIGHT BODY.

STUCK AN OLD SET OF MY DENTURES IN ITS MOUTH

AND A BULLET WOUND IN THE LEG, AND IT ALL

WORKED, BEAUTIFULLY.

NO, IT DIDN'T WORK BEAUTIFULLY, JOHN.

FATHER MURPHY'S BEING ARRAIGNED

ON A MURDER CHARGE TODAY, AND HE'S INNOCENT.

HARDLY.

HE HELPED MCFEE COVER UP HIS SEX CRIMES.

HE DID NOT COMMIT A MURDER.

LOOK.

OUTING IS OVER, DONALD.

IT DOESN'T HAVE SHOCK VALUE ANYMORE.

I KNEW I HAD TO DO SOMETHING MORE TO BRING DOWN MCFEE.

AND NOW IT'S DONE.

YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?

YOU PLANNED TO FUCK ME HARD?

NO, HE HAD NO PART IN IT.

HE HAD NO IDEA.

I HATED TO DO IT.

BUT EDDIE'S GRIEF WAS AN IMPORTANT PART OF MAKING

IT LOOK REAL.

I WAS PISSED OFF AT FIRST BUT, JOHN'S BACK.

THAT'S ALL I CARE ABOUT.

JOHN, YOU GET ON THAT AIRPLANE,

THEY'RE GONNA EXTRADITE YOU, YOU'RE GONNA

BE RIGHT BACK HERE IN JAIL.

ON INSURANCE FRAUD.

I GUESS THAT DEPENDS ON WHETHER OR NOT YOU TELL,

DOESN'T IT DONALD?

AFTER WHAT YOU'VE PUT ME THROUGH,

I'D LIKE TO LOCK YOU UP MYSELF.

BUT YOU WON'T.

WATCH ME.

NO, WATCH ME.

WE'RE TAKING THE MONEY TO MEXICO WHERE

THERE'S A PHARMACEUTICAL LAB.

WE'RE GOING TO ESTABLISH A NETWORK TO GET DRUGS TO HIV

PATIENTS WHO CAN'T AFFORD THEM, HERE AND OVERSEAS.

JOHN.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

HE'S RIGHT.

INSURANCE COMPANIES CUT OFF AIDS PATIENTS AFTER A CERTAIN

AMOUNT OF MONEY IS SPENT.

WHAT'S A FEW HUNDRED THOUSAND TO AN INSURANCE COMPANY?

THIS IS BULLSHIT.

THEY SPEND 10 TIMES THAT FOR LAWYERS AND LOBBYISTS WHO

FIGURE OUT HOW TO PISS ON PEOPLE.

THIS IS BULLSHIT.

WHEN THOSE PEOPLE NEED THE INSURANCE THE MOST,

THAT'S ABSOLUTE

SO I'M ASKING YOU, DONALD.

BULLSHIT.

JOHN, YOU'RE A LIAR.

YOU'VE BEEN A LIAR SINCE THE DAY

YOU WERE BORN!

NOT SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN.

I LEARNED TO LIE.

YOU KNOW WHO TAUGHT ME?

MCFEE WAS A DEMON.

DON'T TELL ANYONE, JOHN.

OR YOU'LL GO TO HELL.

TO ETERNAL DAMNATION

IF YOU TELL.

THOSE WERE STRONG WORDS TO A CHILD.

AND THEN HE'D DO WHAT HE DID.

WEEK AFTER WEEK.

JESUS, DONALD I WAS NINE YEARS OLD.

NINE.

OKAY.

GO BACK AND TELL THEM I'M NOT REALLY DEAD IF

YOU WANT TO.

GET MORGAN OFF THE HOOK.

JUST SAY YOU SAW ME IN EDDIE'S CAR AND YOU LOST

US IN TRAFFIC.

BUT JUST LET US DO WHAT WE HAVE TO DO.

DONALD.

YOU ONCE SAID THAT YOU NEW ABOUT ME.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

I HAD A FILE ON YOU, TOO.

I KNEW ALL ABOUT YOUR ARMY CAREER.

YOU MADE SERGEANT, MILITARY INTELLIGENCE.

YOU WERE ON A FAST TRACK.

BUT YOU WERE CAUGHT IN BED WITH A LIEUTENANT.

AND YOU RATTED HIM OUT, YOU SLINKED

OUT OF THE ARMY, WITH A DISCHARGE THE SECOND THEY

YELLED QUEER. NOT A FIGHT, NOT A PEEP.

THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, STRACHEY.

YOU CAN DO SOMETHING DECENT FOR A CHANGE.

DECENT.

SO, YOU LOST THEM IN TRAFFIC

ON THE FREEWAY?

THAT'S IT. JUST SAY

IF ANYONE ASKS,

I LOST THEM.

THANK YOU.

SO, SAINT TIMOTHY.

WHERE'S THIS ONE FALL ON THE SCALE

OF ABSOLUTE RIGHT AND WRONG?

AM I A CRIMINAL?

YOU KNOW I'M STARTING TO WONDER, IF MAYBE LIFE

ISN'T ALWAYS BLACK AND WHITE.

IN KANSAS MAYBE.

BUT NOT HERE IN EMERALD CITY.

WHAT ABOUT FATHER MORGAN?

HE'LL BE OUT ON INSUFFICIENT EVIDENCE AND A SOLID ALIBI.

SO FAR AS THE POLICE ARE CONCERNED

WHO KILLED JOHN RUTKA?

NO ONE.

THEY'LL POKE AROUND FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS AND

THE CASE WILL LAND IN THE UNSOLVED CRIMES FILE.

IN A COUPLE OF YEARS WE'LL ALL

FORGET IT EVER HAPPENED.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

THAT'S-

A KICKSTART

ON OUR NEW FIRE PLACE WITH THE WORK OF ABSOLUTE GOOD.

SUCH THINGS DO EXIST, YOU KNOW.

I DO.