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And John starts up from his seat and walks toward Daryl.

JOHN (CONT'D)

You are going to tell me what I need to

know, Daryl.

SUDDENLY, in the door strides...

SATCH:

John.

John freezes. Looks towards Satch.

SATCH (CONT'D)

Got a minute?

JOHN:

Yeah. Sure.

Satch opens the door and steps out. John collects his watch,

badge and gun and follows.

INT. SQUAD HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

SATCH:

He ain't our guy, John.

JOHN:

Just cause he didn't want to look at the

photos doesn't mean he isn't the doer.

Not everyone fits the profile.

Long beat.

SATCH:

If he was gonna give something up he

would'a done it already.

John pauses for several seconds, then nods slowly.

INT. PEPPERMINT LOUNGE - MEN'S ROOM - EVENING - 1969

SUSPICIOUS MINDS filters in. Frank zips up, heads to the

sink. Bends over to wash his hands, and suddenly.

His face is smashed on the edge of the sink. He twists to

the floor, fighting to maintain consciousness.

A black Frye boot explodes into Frank's gut. He rolls over,

looks up at the LONG HAIRED GUY from the bar. Frank seems to

recognize him. We know him too - SCRAGGLY MAN. But we don't

know his name yet. So we'll call him...

KILLER:

You following me?

CLOSE ON:

Killer's eyes, evil f***in' black dots. He lifts Frank to

his knees. Then rips a fist into Frank's face.

KILLER (CONT'D)

I asked you a question, a**hole.

Frank is clearly incapacitated. Killer lifts him to his feet

so they are eye-to-eye.

FRANK:

(barely able to speak)

Mary Finelli...

A look of absolute shock wipes across the Killer's face.

KILLER:

Who the f*** are you?

Caught off guard, Frank is able to slam his knee into

Killer's balls. Killer goes down like a stone, but Frank is

too battered to take advantage.

He collapses on top of Killer, who pushes him off, scrambles

up, and delivers a massive kick to his head. Frank is out

cold.

Quickly, Killer rolls Frank over and rifles his pockets

finding his WALLET. He grabs something from it, then tosses

it aside. He then takes something out of his pocket, a thin

leather garrote. He coils it around his hands and snaps it

taut. He bends down to start the job when suddenly, the

bathroom door opens and...

TWO very stoned MEN stumble in.

STONED MAN #1

Whoa, dude. Is he okay?

KILLER:

Yeah. He just needs a little time

kissing the porcelain.

And Killer muscles Frank into a toilet stall and puts his

head in the bowl. He closes the door, quickly leaving.

In the stall, Frank spills onto the floor, his legs sticking

out into the bathroom. His face flush to the tile, his eyes

trying to focus on something lying just outside the stall...

His WALLET.

EXT. 23RD PRECINCT - PARKING LOT - NIGHT - 1998

John gets in his car. Sits there, staring into the night.

INT. PEPPERMINT LOUNGE - MEN'S ROOM - EVENING - 1969

Frank starts to come around. He reaches out and grabs his

wallet off the floor. His money still there. Credit cards,

too. But something's missing. His DRIVER'S LICENSE.

SUDDENLY PANIC SEIZES FRANK.

INT. APARTMENT HOUSE STAIRWELL - LATER

Frank tears up the stairs...

INT. APARTMENT HOUSE CORRIDOR - SISSY'S DOOR - CONTINUOUS

Frank bangs on it. Scared. Desperate.

FRANK:

OPEN UP, OPEN THE DOOR...ah...ummm...THIS

IS THE POLICE.

Frank keeps banging on the door. A NEIGHBOR'S DOOR swings

open a crack. AN OLD LADY peers out from behind a security

chain. Frank stops banging.

FRANK (CONT'D)

It's okay, Ma'am. I'm the police.

Old Lady skeptically looking him up & down - noticing Frank's

bruised face. She quickly closes the door.

Frank reaches inside his jacket pocket, pulls out a small

bent metal wire, homemade LOCKPICK. He goes to work on

Sissy's lock. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK - got it. He opens the

door, steps inside.

INT. SISSY'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

It's dark. And then a sound...scratching and popping, the

sound of a PHONOGRAPH NEEDLE makes when it reaches the end of

the vinyl and is scratching against the label.

The wind catching a curtain allows the shaft of a street

light to beam brightly into the room, and in one swift

moment, Frank is staring at a NIGHTMARE: Sissy Clark's

murdered body. Her dress hiked above her waist. Her panties

ripped off. Paper stuffed into her mouth. Her hands bound

with glass tape. Frank is transfixed and sickened by Sissy's

twisted face, her eyes frozen open in horrible death.

EXT. SISSY'S APARTMENT HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Frank staggers out of the building towards his Harley. He

bends over and blows his dinner, then mounts the bike and

kicks the motor over. As he roars off down the street, WE

SEE in the building window...

THE OLD LADY looking down at him.

The LEGEND reads:

OCTOBER 16th - FIFTH GAME OF THE WORLD SERIES

INT. SULLIVAN HOUSE - STUDY - MORNING - 1969 & 1998

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