Fallen Page #5

I'm Jay Reynolds.

You know?

How lovely.

You're not just Hobbes' chippy.

Have we met?

You seem vaguely familiar.

Come on...

...tell me.

I'm about to find out anyway.

Foreplay.

Watch out.

No, you don't!

Please, help me!

Go! Go!

-Open up!

-Go!

Jesus, are you all right?

Are you all right?

Thanks for coming.

I ran.

He came after me and I ran.

Maybe you weren't ready yet.

That's the point. You have to be ready.

You know what it is?

I never believed this day would come.

I thought God would make it up to me.

I'd be good...

...and God would show me

an angel instead.

Do they know who you are?

We shouldn't be seen together.

Not anymore.

Wipe your tears.

You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?

How're you doing?

Fine.

Murders not getting you wound up?

Bag the chocolates. You ain't got

to talk to me sideways. What's up?

Where were you

when Muskavich and Noons were killed?

Where was I?

Am I a suspect?

Sit down.

Not to me, you're not.

But....

Lieutenant, you know....

What is it, the phone records again?

What do they think I did?

I committed murder, then called home,

then ran home and answered my phone?

No, it's something else.

Your prints.

My prints?

On what?

On that f***ing little coin of yours.

-Where?

-Noons' place.

Sh*t.

This is a frame-up.

Is it?

Anybody could have got those coins.

They could've got them

when I was at the store or something.

They could've taken them off my desk.

We always said it could be a cop.

We did always say that.

I'm not stupid, you know.

I know you know more than you're saying.

So tell me.

You don't really want to know.

You'd have to be there.

I was there and I don't even want to know.

Try me.

You remember Robert Milano?

Listen to me.

This is exactly what happened to him.

He was framed.

I'll give you some advice.

Let go of it for a couple of hours.

Go home.

See your family.

Take a load off.

The hell with Stanton.

The hell with all of them.

Nobody likes to get

the sh*t kicked out of them.

Nobody likes to get hit from every angle.

But evil just keeps on coming.

You know what I mean?

You saw it before, but now...

...it's in your face, laughing at you.

-Hi, Unc.

-Hey, Sam.

How're you doing?

Hi, Mr. Hobbes.

You're home early today.

For a change.

-Did you move my address book?

-What?

No.

What?

What's wrong with your eye?

Who hit you in the eye?

I fell.

You fell?

I fell, or something.

People don't fall down and get a black eye.

-No?

-No.

All right, it's okay.

It's okay. Look....

What happened?

Sammy hit me.

What?

It was an accident though.

He didn't mean to.

He didn't mean to.

It was an accident. It was an accident!

John...John!

Sam?

Where's Toby?

Outside, I guess.

Okay, go back in the house.

-Toby?

-Hey, Hobbes.

Leave my family alone, you hear me?

Go back in the house.

-What's going on?

-Go back in the house!

-You leave my family alone.

-Why?

You came after me.

Now I'm coming after you and yours.

Toby, you all right?

Go right home. Go.

-Okay, I will.

-Run!

What's the matter, pal?

Are you afraid to fight me?

Come on, Hobbes. Come on out.

Come on, Hobbes.

Put the gun down.

I knew you'd come out.

Put the gun on the ground!

I know you, Hobbes.

Set the gun down, sir!

Put the gun down!

"Yes, it is

"Time

"Is on my side"

Hey, pal.

Wake up, Hobbes.

I'm not that easy to kill.

When my host dies and I move as spirit,

no man can resist me.

What are you going to do, arrest me?

What'll you tell Stanton?

I'd love to hear that one.

It's me you want, isn't it?

Why don't you just kill me?

But I'm still having fun.

Aren't you still having fun?

He was standing in the street,

yelling at him...

...shooting at him.

Finally, when the officer....

I guess that's it.

There's no question

that the dead man shot first?

No question at all. My wife saw it too,

if you want to ask her.

A schoolteacher.

What am I going to say?

What am I going to do?

We know that he fired first.

Witnesses corroborate.

But his gun was filled with blanks.

He got the gun out of a stolen car.

-It was a setup.

-A setup?

That's right. A setup.

He set it up for you to kill him?

Committing suicide by--

Excuse me.

What the hell are you doing out here?

You take Sam home, lock every door,

every window....

You don't let anybody in. Can you do that?

Can you remember that? All right, do it.

-Johnny?

-Yeah?

Are you mad at me or something?

No, Art. Never. Just....

Do what I told you.

Hate to see the mighty fall,

you know what I mean?

Now it's letters. F*** you, Lou.

I told you, it's a cult.

Some weird, psycho,

Aramaic-Satanist reincarnation cult.

He's got A-P-O written on his chest.

Trying to send some kind of message.

The killer's sending a message?

Hobbes....

This time, you are the killer.

Yeah, sort of.

No f***ing "sort of."

No breaks. No benefit of the doubt.

We're going back to the precinct. Now.

Tonight, another shocking murder

in the city.

A well-respected schoolteacher

opened fire on an off-duty police officer.

The officer...

...John Hobbes, was forced to return fire.

Our report now, from the scene.

We're on the scene

of a most unusual homicide tonight.

Close the door.

Detective Hobbes shot and killed

a high-school math teacher.

The police have not yet identified him.

According to witnesses,

the man started shouting at Hobbes...

...who was off duty at the time.

I talked to the schoolteacher's wife.

He got married four months ago.

She's pregnant. He just got a raise.

So much for suicide by a cop!

The shooting team will need your gun.

I'll get the hearing as soon as I can.

People want the world to make sense.

If the only way I can get the world

to make sense for me is to arrest you...

...then I'll have to do it.

Get the f*** out of here.

-It was a clean shoot.

-Yeah, I know.

It doesn't help, but I know.

Coffee?

No, thanks.

Want to talk? From where I sit, we're

dealing with sh*t that ain't in the manual.

Where do they buy coffee with dirt in it?

Can you tell me that?

What's the point of life?

-"The point"?

-Yeah.

-"Of life"?

-Yeah.

The point of life.... You want a cigarette?

No, thanks.

The point of life is we catch bad guys.

That's what I used to think.

It's not good enough.

You can shoot me for talking like this, but--

It's two o'clock in the morning.

You can talk any way you want.

What are we doing here?

You know what I'm saying?

Why do we even exist?

Us.

Maybe it's God, Hobbes.

Yeah, it could be.

I have a hard time believing that we're...

...part of some huge...

...moral experiment, you know,

conducted by a greater being than us.

If there's a greater being than we are,

why does he give a sh*t about us?

There are five billion of us.

We're like ants. Do we care...

...what ants do, from a moral standpoint?

"Ants"? No.

I'm following you,

but at the same time I'm losing you.

Are you heading someplace here?

That's my point.

Are we headed someplace?

If we don't figure it out....

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