Righteous Kill Page #3
at any moment.
Think of me
as the release valve.
One flick of the trigger
and the pressure goes down.
You know why
you join the force?
To get respect.
Most people respect the badge.
Everybody respects the gun.
Hey, Riley, l was talking to JD--
Phillip Trager, a gun-runner?
Oh, yeah, a real piece of sh*t.
- How did that go down?
- l don't know.
Somebody gave him a taste
of his own medicine, l guess,
walked right into his apartment,
killed him with one of his own guns.
or anything?
Yeah, actually,
the shooter left a poem.
He did?
No sh*t.
Yeah. Hey, Simon,
you remember that poem
from the Trager case?
What are you doing, man?
What the hell are you doing?
Que mierda 'tas haciendo ahi, papa?
No le digas mierda a eso loco.
Calmate. He wants to hear
about the poem.
''Merchant of thieving class,
l slit his throat
and capped his ass.
l took his gun, l took his--
l took his life, l took his gun,
But too bad he's not the only one.''
That's how it goes,
something like that.
lt's not iambic pentameter,
but it rhymes.
- Rooster.
- Yo.
We're looking for the same guy.
He knocked off a pimp named Rambo
a few weeks ago. When was yours?
Last week. We're running ours with the ATF
because of the guns.
We're back in business on the Rambo case.
Looks like the same guy knocked off
- a gun dealer on the three-three last week.
- No sh*t.
- What do you mean? That's our case.
- That's our case. You're taking our case.
Seniority, guys.
Tag along, you'll learn something.
Oh, tell me the guy's name
is Greg Brady.
Please. lt is, isn't it?
Oh, somebody's knocking off
the Brady Bunch.
Gotta be the Partridge Family.
Trager,
a gun-runner bites the dust--
number 11.
in Trager's apartment.
That was no surprise.
So l ran it through ATF.
lt's one of a batch of six
that was stolen from a gun shop
- in Virginia last month.
- Yeah, probably by Trager.
That's what they think.
He matches the description they have.
lt still doesn't help us find the guy.
lt just helps us tie him to the victims,
which he's already doing
with his little f***ing poems.
Excuse me. Hello.
Hey, Turk, don't forget
we got a court date later.
So...
out of that dealer you guys took down.
Spider.
So?
Did he?
Yeah, he got him
down on the ground.
The guy was handcuffed.
And he just started
kicking him in the gut.
And then
he gets down on the guy's chest
and he really starts smacking him
hard in the face over and over
and screaming at the top
of his lungs,
''l'm gonna break
your f***ing face,
you little b*tch!''
Then his eyes really started
to fill up.
l mean, they get dark--
you know how he gets
the sort of rage in him.
l thought he was gonna
kill this guy.
Really?
You're a bad little girl.
Hmm?
- l got work to do.
- You bet.
Counselor,
my hands are tied here.
Without a secure
chain of custody,
any evidence obtained
after the initial search
- must be excluded.
- You gotta be f***ing kidding me.
Therefore l am forced
to grant defense
motion to dismiss
all charges
of rape and assault
against Mr. Van Luytens.
- Your Honor.
- You think l want this guy
going anywhere
near my daughter,
or anyone's daughter
for that matter?
You messed up.
l am unleashing your client
unto the world.
l'm sure we'll all be
back here again very soon.
Look at him.
Look at this motherf***er.
Hey, it's gonna come back to you, mutt.
You're gonna get it.
- When you walk outside watch your back.
- Easy, Turk.
Order in my court.
- Okay, mutt? You f***ing mutt.
- Not here, not now.
Not here, not now.
Will you get him out of here
before somebody passes a sentence
on him you can't appeal?
Order!
- You know what l mean? Go go.
- Order, Detective.
Dr. Prosky suggested
that l free-associate.
So here l go.
You know what l think about
when l pull a trigger?
l think about the lnfield Fly Rule.
l love that f***ing rule.
lt assumes the worst in everybody.
lt says, ''Sorry, batter, you're a schmuck
for popping up with runners on.
And you, stupid-ass infielder,
you don't get to cheat
and drop the ball just because
you caught a break.''
My favorite part--
the batter's out
but the runners advance
at their own risk.
Well, isn't this
a pleasant surprise?
That's the way
life should be.
You can be a motherf***er
at your own risk.
Or not.
Van Luytens-- one less rapist.
Who's gonna miss him?
Nobody.
Number 1 2 and counting.
Whoa whoa, hot coffee.
- Good morning, Detective Riley.
- Hey, good morning.
- Door on your left.
Doesn't look like it.
Detective Perez is in there.
He's in there already?
All right.
- Hey, how about those Mets last night?
- Yeah, how about 'em?
Hey, Teddy, Teddy, come here,
check this out.
Wow.
F***.
- Oh my God.
- That's big.
And powerful.
- What, a plasma screen?
- LCD.
- That's plasma.
- No, it's got to be LCD.
- lt wouldn't be that big.
- Hey, guys, guys.
He was shot at close range,
dropped right here.
The p*ssy doesn't look like he put up
much of a fight, does he, Karen?
Nothing to indicate that
in terms of struggle.
No forced entry, cuts, bruises.
about your private life, Officer Corelli.
That's detective to you,
Officer Needledick.
- Ooh.
- Ouch.
- Looks like it's our guy again.
- Who did you get this time?
This is Jonathan Van Luytens.
He owns a couple
of car dealerships.
- Oh, sh*t.
- He was up on rape charges,
but they got tossed out
last week.
Look at this.
''A man devoid of all respect,
Of beauty, charm or intellect,
He took what women
would not give.
He didn't have
the right to live.''
That's our boy all right.
Looks like he had a beef
with our old pal Jonny.
You know him?
Yeah.
He's one slippery
son of a b*tch, let me tell you.
Yeah.
You guys know how much
fun it is to not catch a serial killer?
You got a point here, Lieutenant?
The point is
you'd better both
think seriously
about whether or not
you want the lead on this case.
You don't think
we're up to this?
Come on, you got what,
about 110 years on the job
between the two of you?
l'm telling you, you screw it up
badly enough,
they may try to f*** you
out of your pension.
You want to risk that?
- Yeah.
- F***, yeah.
Okay, 406--
what does that mean?
Ted Williams.
Ted Williams, the last day of the season,
is batting 400.
Sox manager wants to bench him,
protect his average, right?
Williams plays
both games anyway,
goes six for eight,
ends up at 406--
the last guy that ever hit
over 400.
Okay, fine. lt's all yours.
Just don't go moaning to me
when some traffic cop
for speeding
and he grabs your
the a**hole could have been
standing right there in front of you
Not for nothing, Lieutenant,
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