Bostonian Page #4

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Did my father ever mention

having a friend

outside of the force?

No, but he wouldn't have.

Hell, we wouldn't

have known about you

if you hadn't totaled

his car in '99

or gotten that tattoo

freshman year.

God, he went ape-sh*t

over that one.

Okay.

So wait, why were you suspended?

Well, I let in the guy

that might have killed

the witness.

What?

Well, he said he was McCarthy.

Well, what did he look like?

Did you get a look at him?

Description?

Anything?

I... I really didn't

pay attention.

It was night.

I was tired.

Get out.

Katie?

Get out, you incompetent,

mouth-breathing,

piece of sh*t.

Katie.

Get out!

Write love songs

cool green grass

as the wind is passing

I'm feeling red letter

you can't turn

at 2:
00 in the morning

It just started stirring

and I'm feeling red letter

I never thought

it could feel as easy

as drifting along

on a summer's breeze

that's how I feel

when you kiss me, baby

kiss me, baby

leaving gray sky

haven't we, baby?

Haven't we, baby?

Oh, you were a model,

so typical,

you, rich b*tch model.

You think you're better

than them.

Leaving gray clouds

and the silver lining

and I'm in it for it all

And you can't

come in my world

Sick f***ing b*tch!

Shut the f*** up!

- Turn over.

- Shut the f*** up!

- Turn the f*** over!

- No!

You f***in'...

No! What...

- No!

- Turn the f*** over.

Take your f***ing pants down.

You, f***ing, like beer?

Marshal,

marshal.

It's okay, sweetie.

It's okay.

Go back to bed.

Go back to bed.

Hey, do you have time

to talk today?

Thank you for meeting me.

Sure.

Anything I can do to help.

Your dad was such

a huge inspiration for me.

He was a great cop,

a great man.

Well, you guys would know

better than I do.

What can I do, Katie?

I came to you because you

always seem like

you had more brains in your head

than the rest of the cops.

Thanks.

Maybe not so much more brains,

just less penis.

Did my dad ever mention

to you having any friends?

No.

All right, well,

I met this guy, marshal,

from Kappel, Roberts,

and Hollabaugh.

So before these serial

killings, weeks before,

there was a employee

who was found mugged

and killed in an alley

outside Kappel Roberts.

Yeah, I remember.

Well, a marshal Fausser

was questioned

about the killings.

He was the last person

to see the woman alive.

And?

Well, since then, my dad had

been meeting someone for drinks.

I don't know who, every week.

Okay.

And this guy, marshal, I met.

Said he had a friend

who was a cop.

And?

Whoever killed my dad

knew where the witness was.

They knew who was supposed

to relieve Bogle.

They knew when.

Okay.

Marshal from Kappel, Roberts,

and Hollabaugh

was my dad's friend.

He killed my dad,

he killed the witness.

He is the Bostonian.

You wouldn't believe

the f***ed up stories

he was telling me

about his mother.

He fits the bill

of a serial killer.

You have to look into this guy.

All right, all right, all right.

Did you sleep with this guy?

Are you kidding me?

You're seriously asking me that?

I mean.

No.

Sounds like you're

a little bit burned.

It's really, kind of,

a stretch, Katie.

Can you really not

connect the dots here?

This is where it all started.

You're a detective,

how can you not see it?

What can I do, Katie?

I mean, even if I could,

I don't have enough on this guy

to even look

at him cross-eyed.

Really, I'm sorry.

All right.

Look, I'm gonna...

I'm gonna talk to a few

of the guys at the station

and get their take on it.

And just one thing.

I just need you to do one thing

for me, can you do that?

Lay down, sweetie.

I was 10 years old.

So are you gonna cum or not?

No.

Don't feel bad.

I understand.

Two loads in my mouth

and one in my p*ssy.

Not bad for someone

over 21 years old.

Pretty impressive.

You know,

you're weird.

What?

F***, I broke the f***ing lock.

Sh*t.

Get the f*** out

of the way, b*tch.

Oh, my god.

What the f***?

What the f***?

Oh, Sean.

You would be proud.

Okay.

Okay.

Hey, Sergio, it's Cedra.

Hi.

Listen, I'm checking out

an art space

for a client of mine

and, well, it's not gonna work.

It is way too industrial.

Way industrial,

but I thought of you.

I know you're looking

for a space

for your anti-Christmas-

retro-goth experience.

Yeah.

Okay.

I'll text you the address

and the contact info, okay?

Okay.

Bye.

Is anyone else here?

The manager is upstairs.

That's it?

You're sure there's

no one else here?

Sh*t.

F***.

God damn it.

Sit.

I didn't know

Sean was your father.

God.

Serendipity.

Maybe mommy was there.

You killed him.

I didn't want to.

He would've figured it out

after the witness.

Jesus.

I have to get

that detective too,

tomorrow.

I don't think the witness

could've I.D.'D me

but...

But I've been too careless,

too arrogant this time.

I shouldn't have chosen her.

But she was so...

Perfect.

Marshal, do you

think your mother...

My mother made me feel good.

I know it wasn't

right, even then.

But I didn't know what to do.

It felt so good, Katie.

A good and beautiful woman...

You can't exist.

Someone to have a life with.

Marshal, you can get help,

honestly, you can.

I have so much stuff, Katie.

My apartment is in

the best part of town,

my car is beautiful.

I want to be with her so bad.

I'm the only one that she knew.

She was the only

one that I knew.

I... I just want

to be with her.

I know she's not right.

No, marshal, let me help you.

- Give me the gun.

- Oh, no, no.

I... I killed Sean.

I know.

I have a shirt

that costs $500,

cotton, plastic buttons.

A shirt.

Marshal.

Marshal.

Rich f***ing whores,

thinking they're better than me.

Who...

Who are you?

Die.

Mama.

Mama.

I've filed the power

of attorney weeks ago

and my lawyer immediately

sent a draft over via courier

and we have the signed receipt.

Do you happen to know

who signed for the file?

I don't know,

some incompetent b*tch.

I'm sorry,

I don't happen to have

that particular document

in your file.

You piece of sh*t.

My father is on his deathbed.

I'm his only child,

I take care of him,

and your incompetence

will not deprive me

of my estate.

And when this gets sorted out,

Kappel Roberts will not

be managing my funds

and you can expect

to hear from my...

life gets

so crazy sometimes

And so do I

and I can't explain to you

why I couldn't

compromise

and I'll never know

why I couldn't

keep you satisfied

but before we part ways, boy

I just got to know

does she love you

like I love you?

And does she kiss you

until you fall

asleep at night?

And does she tell you

all the things

that you wanna hear?

Does she

does she, does she

and why didn't I?

Well, life gets

so crazy sometimes

And so does love

and I'm trying to separate

my head

from my heart

but know you're

no good for me

Makes it no easier

to let you go

but it's a matter

of pride now

I just got to know

does she love you

like I loved you?

This will work.

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