Anamorph Page #4

- Okay.

- Gerri Harden.

- Sounds a pornstar.

- You got a bio, any photos?

- Not even an address.

You never asked where she lived?

You never talked about boyfriends,

girlfriends, nothing like that?

Detecting is your pastime,

mine is selling paintings.

- And she sold quite a few.

- You weren't curious?

We gonna have to ask

you downtown

to give a full description anyway.

OK.

Not a single trace of fiber in any

of the crime scenes...

but this clay

is full of prints.

We didn't even need to dust.

I'm gonna need a few hours.

You get a match?

A match, a name

and a last known address.

- It's an anagram, for a red herring.

- Come again?

I don't think there

is a Gerri Harden.

Take a look.

- Who is that, Stan?

- It's Crystal.

Looks like someone else thinks

he got the wrong man.

You're different from when

I first met you.

It's funny.

Crystal said the same thing to me.

It's going to be five years

this week.

I know.

She was my best friend.

There's nothing you

could have done, Stan.

She was half dead

when you found her.

I am sure she forgives you.

No, she won't.

That night

we knew Uncle Eddie...

had shifted his killings

to the docks.

I should've warned her,

but I didn't

I tried to keep an eye on her but

she must have seen me and slipped away.

By the time I got there...

well...

they were pulling her out of the water.

Nothing I could do.

Shul Grantz. You told her

everything was going to be OK.

What do you think?

Good for you.

I was out there that night too.

I didn't know.

I'm sorry.

Aubrey.

The poison heart

What?

The poison harms.

Certainly does

Now you should know that. Cos you've

been poisoning yourself for years

Now that you've seen my work

I want some feedback.

You and I both like the color blue,

a pigment that was

once quite precious.

It is also the color of Narcicism.

How will you spend your final moments?

Stuck on your throne?

Staring on your face

reflected in a pool of water?

Maybe it won't be your face in the

water but the body of a girl.

water, limpid and clear.

Clear as crystal.

I have a theory.

Uncle Eddie got scared and

stopped killing

because he knew

he would get caught.

He knew.

An artist never stops working.

He always gathering material,

preparing a new study.

I having another show.

You should thank me, Stan.

We make quite a team.

If it weren't for me

you'd be stuck at home

riddling out your existence.

Detective Aubrey.

We did dealt it what

like you asked.

Cover the rock when you

want to talk to the press.

Eggs Florentine.

No eggs today.

Cholesterol.

I told your friend

that is what you always order.

He paid for it already.

No, thanks. Just tea.

Prasa carnia

Coffee cup in the trash

by your desk.

It was mere.

You went through my trash?

You are hell of a good detective, Carl.

Place is great.

I love it.

Gina, I got to tell you old boy...

She's got a real mouth on her.

You know Stan, there are reems of

paper on the Uncle Eddie case.

Enquiry transcripts,

supervisors commendation,

case logs.

But you know what?

No real information.

None

Till you caught...

I mean killed...

Sure he was the one?

He had to be.

Killings stopped, right?

You know back in the warehouse,

when we looking at that dead cops body

He said you

worked with him.

You didn't mention

you met with him

the day he was murdered.

You investigating me

or the copycat?

If I were investigating you, believe

me, you wouldn't know about it.

Nothing you want to tell me

about the old case?

I'm all ears.

- I'll call you if I think of anything.

- You do that.

And while you're thinking, I'm

gonna keep on doing what I'm doing.

Let's better hope that it

doesn't lead back to Uncle Eddie.

A Red Herring

A Poison Harms Ana

Anamorphism

Renaissance painting technique...

which uses the principles

of forced perspective...

to construct an alternate image

within the frontal composition.

Take this image, for example,

"The whale in pursuit of Jonah."

If you stand at an extreme oblique

angle to the picture plane,

A second image, often

contradicting the first will appear.

In this case,

a peasant copping a squat.

Holbein, this is 1536.

Now this painting magnifies the

worldliness of two young men in...

pursuit of life.

But take a closer look, view it

from above and from the side...

and a secret message is revealed.

You're being confronted with a skull.

Your memento mori.

It's interesting but, what does

this have to do with the case?

All the devices

at the crime scene...

they are like a tutorial on

the mastery of perspective.

But anamorphosis

subverts the visual plane...

canceling out all that you've learned

about fixed perspective.

There is always another angle,

another meaning.

The truth depends

where you stand.

Yeah.

You got to go back

look at things from a different angle.

Hey, back here!

Vamos!

Come, we go...!

Stan...

Stan...

Okay, fine.

Hi

I promised my folks whatever

gonna wait for you to call me

but then I realized that I

would probably be waiting forever.

I want to see you again.

Call me or a...

I have a meeting tonight.

You can pick me up after that.

Hi, it's Sandy.

Leave a message.

Sandy?

No, it's Carl.

Who is Sandy?

What do you want?

Stan, let me talk to you.

I can't talk right now.

Stan, I need to talk to you

or come to you

I'll call you back

Can I help you?

Yes, I am looking for a

Sandy Strickler.

Oh, we do not use last names here.

She left just soon as she got here.

- It was obvious that she wasn't sober.

- Are you sure?

Her sponsor was kind enough

to take her home.

Have you ever seen this man,

the man standing behind her?

- That's Michael C.

- Michael C.?

That's her sponsor.

What's his last name?

- Alcoholics Anonymous. It Anony...

- Anonymous, I know.

Stan...

Michael left this for you.

What was that?

I do not know what it is,

he just gave me the package.

You have always 'stood the scum

of the rose on my ankle.

I can't believe that

I let you talk me into this.

You sure you're not too high

to do to straighten out?

I'm fine.

Why is it you never seem high?

Would never put that

poison into my veins.

- Hey, hey.

- I'm sorry.

- Can I see it?

- No.

- Why won't you let me see it?

- Just...

- Wait, let me look at it.

- Let me work.

Oh God, you know what.

I need a break.

Death

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