In the Cut Page #5

He said you'd have them.

Pictures?

I was mugged the other night

on West Broadway.

Oh, yeah, pictures.

No problem.

Who's that?

-Really?

-I thought the guy was wearing a mask.

-You couldn't see his face?

-No, I couldn't.

Why does Malloy want you

to look at pictures?

Perhaps l'll recognize somebody

who was at the Red Turtle Bar.

That don't mean sh*t.

-Hey Ritchie, what's up?

-What's up, Halloran? How's the diet?

Hey, pato, kiss my ass.

I got those phone numbers. It took me

all f***ing day. You owe me bigtime.

Look through there.

lf he's in there, he'll jump out at you.

You got a good memory?

lf you see him,

you gonna be able to pick him out?

I don't think that memory

is very reliable.

Well, it better be.

You're a school teacher, right?

-People count on your memory.

-Detective Rodriguez bothering you?

-Telling you about fish in the Hudson?

-I was telling her about the time...

...the cat ate the DOA's balls

on 1 23rd Street.

-That's a good one.

-Malloy.

Malloy. What am l,

your maid or something?

Your food is ready.

Your curry tofu.

I gotta get something to eat.

You hungry? You like calamari?

-There's this place on Arthur Ave--

-Ritchie.

When did you start

liking white women?

About the same time as you.

See you later.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

This place is too f***ing busy.

Come on. Let's go somewhere quiet.

How did you get to be

a homicide detective so young?

-Me?

-Yeah.

-ln a word?

-Yeah.

Compassion. I took the desk

no one else wanted.

What desk was that?

The desk next to the holding cell.

You know, so I talked to the perps.

Gave them cigarettes, gum,

so they start to trust you.

You know, start telling you things

you want to know.

After a while, you pull down a big

confession. I got some bumps up.

Hey.

How long do you think...?

How long you suppose

a woman needs to know a guy...

...before she'll get engaged to him?

-Shortest amount of time.

-Come on, Malloy.

-How long?

-Oh, I don't know. I guess it depends.

-It took my mother about a half-hour.

-You're kidding me?

No.

What'd your father do? Romance her

to fall in love? Put a gun to her head?

-How'd that happen?

-Yeah. Yeah.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge has withered

From the lake, and no birds sing

-What's ''sedge''?

-Ferns.

This looks like a place

where they dump bodies.

What's in these bags?

Garbage.

Go on, try it.

-No. I'm frightened of guns.

-Why don't you learn to use one.

Go on.

Go on.

How do you hold this thing?

Do you--? One hand or two?

Hold it any way you want.

Just don't hold it this way.

Again.

-You have to hold it with two hands.

-Yeah. Try aiming this time.

Try. Go on. Try.

Cheap piece of sh*t.

Let's see what good kissers we are.

-We already kissed.

-No, not really.

Come on, Miss lsthmus.

You used to do this

when you were a kid?

I went to boarding school.

You're here for the sex, right?

You don't go nowhere with me,

I didn't f*** you.

Yeah, all right.

Would you get engaged to me?

-ls this about the murder?

-No.

Yeah, I can't get the sick f***

out of my head.

-While we were kissing?

-All the f***ing time.

So do you want to stop

by my place?

Yeah.

I gotta tell you,

I'm going away for a while.

Probably not gonna be able

to talk to you for a little bit.

-Where are you going?

-Florida.

It's all paid for so I could have

some time with my kids.

-ls your wife going?

-My ex-wife? Yeah.

-No, your wife.

-Get the f*** out of here.

I sleep on the f***ing couch.

All right?

It's complicated.

I didn't have money

to get an apartment...

...so I went to live with my mother.

She's worse than my wife.

Three years ago I moved back.

We don't sleep together.

I moved back for my kids, okay?

She can't control my kids.

Do you ever tell the truth?

Where you going?

l'll give you a ride home.

Hey!

Something wrong?

How did you get in?

I hope you don't mind.

I took a shower.

You know, you might

want to check your messages.

That student of yours

has been taken in for questioning.

The police found his term paper

illustrated in blood.

That's a little weird, isn't it?

You want some tea?

I have to go out.

Actually, the real reason

that I'm here is because...

...I thought I should tell you that I'm

gonna call Pauline and ask her out.

Really?

Did I ever tell you that my mother...

...used to dress me

in girls' blouses?

Yes, I think you did.

-So do you think it's a good idea?

-What?

About Pauline. I think

it's a good idea, but, you know....

Then again,

I hardly know her at all.

I don't think Pauline will sleep

with you, if that's what you're thinking.

You're right.

You're right. What--?

What am I thinking?

She's worse than you are.

Have sex with me?

I must be out of my f***ing mind.

Will you have sex with me?

Sh*t! I'm out of my f***ing mind.

Will you have sex with me?

Now

Thinking back on the course

Of my passion

I was like one blind

Unafraid of the dark

-Have you seen Pauline?

-No.

-She hasn't come in tonight?

-No, she hasn't, but...

...just let me check, okay?

Have you seen Pauline?

No.

Myself, I hate to drink alone.

Pauline?

Pauline?

Are you alone?

Frannie.

Frannie.

Frannie, it's Malloy.

Hon, I gotta take that bag

away from you.

I gotta take the bag. Come on.

I know. I know. I gotta take it.

-Hey, Jackie.

-Yeah.

-Can you get her to 622 on 6th Street?

-No problem.

I was at the morgue.

I'm sorry they made you wait.

I told them to let you go home.

I need to ask you some questions

about Pauline, Frannie.

Let's go.

When I was 13...

...my father left me in Geneva.

He was called away

to Washington for five days.

He said later that it never occurred

to him that I wouldn't be all right.

Pauline said that I failed

to take advantage of the situation.

That I should have ordered...

...hundreds of boxes of chocolate,

that I should have made a snowman.

-Was Pauline engaged?

-No.

You recognize this?

We found it on her left third finger.

No. ls that it?

ls that his signature?

Yeah, it's his signature.

I want to know what happened.

I want to know if it was quick.

Why do you think knowing's gonna

make a difference, Frannie?

-I thought that all my life.

-You're wrong.

-Knowing don't mean sh*t.

-''Doesn't'' mean sh*t.

This guy must have known her.

He strangled her...

...till she lost consciousness,

probably in the bedroom...

...then dragged her into the bathroom

and cut her throat.

Cut through the windpipe, the jugular,

the epiglottis, the hyoid, the tongue.

He held her by her hair

and cut all around.

This guy likes blood.

When he got to the vertebrae...

...he needed a bigger knife to cut

through that, and he had one.

He pulled the drain

in the sinks before he left...

...so he left us nothing

that could help us.

It scares me that this guy

knows about drains.

I'm gonna go back to the apartment.

There's something I know,

but I don't know it yet.

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