Righteous Kill Page #4

light years measures distance,

not time.

Well, thank you, Detective.

l'll make a note of that.

Ellis Lynde, 2003.

This guy had a history

of cruising gay bars,

picking up twinkies,

beating the sh*t out of them.

Lynde was found shot dead

in his apartment.

Whoever's doing this

gets up real close to the guys,

blows their brains out

without any trouble,

leaves no fingerprints

and obviously

takes pride in his work.

Okay, what could be

murder number two back from '04,

one Matthew Mitrella.

l was shaking

the first couple of times

l killed in cold blood.

l kept thinking if l got caught

they'd kick me off the force.

l wasn't worried about prison,

but losing the gun and the shield--

that scared me.

l went into work the next day

expecting to feel different.

l thought everybody would look at me

the way cops look at civilians

and know which ones are dirty.

But they didn't.

That's when l knew

l could keep on

doing this forever.

So next stop-- Spider.

lf we shut down his business,

maybe he'd be a rat.

We got a lawyer.

We needed her to testify

that she bought coke from him.

She was a good lawyer.

Me and my partner paid a visit

to Club 404 of Harlem.

A word about him--

Tom Cowen's been my partner

for almost 30 years.

He's the best cop

l've ever seen.

l'm always the one

following him through the door.

There's a bullet

that was meant for me

that's lodged in his torso.

He was my role model.

The day l stopped

trying to be Tom Cowen

was the greatest day

of my life.

Hey, Rooster,

l was going through the files

on poetry boy.

That's an interesting way

to pass your time.

Okay, there was a gun

found on Charles Randall

when he was arrested.

Yeah.

Now in all the other shootings

the gun was left at the scene,

but there are a lot of similarities.

So l mentioned it to Perez and Riley.

l think somebody should go

interview him in prison.

l think there may be a connection.

That's a good idea,

but not Perez and Riley.

l mean, not those guys.

They'll screw it up.

This is too important.

Turk and l will handle Randall, okay?

Good work.

Detectives, Charles Randall.

What the f***

do you two scumbags want?

What a greeting.

You like poetry, Chuck?

What?

Do you like poetry?

Yeah.

Roses are red, violets are blue,

l want to poke out your f***ing eyes

with my dick, you f***.

How's that?

l thought you'd rhyme.

You didn't.

F*** you.

F*** both of you.

Get me out of here.

Why the f*** did we even bother

going out there?

What would it look like

if we didn't go?

Are you gonna relax?

Relax.

Yeah, l'll just take it out

on Karen later.

The more l'm with her,

the more abuse she wants.

Sounds like fun.

Hey, you want to take her

off my hands?

Be careful, partner, because l have

a very special effect on women.

Go wild.

Whatever.

l can't believe l had to face

that piece of sh*t and look like an idiot.

Eh, f*** him.

He's where he belongs.

l'm sorry, partner,

l'm really sorry.

Stop worrying about it.

Whatever happens,

l'm not taking you down with me.

Don't worry about me.

l'm all right, believe me.

l don't know what l was thinking.

l just don't know what l was thinking.

You know what you was thinking?

You were thinking

about a 10-year-old girl

who had her skull crushed.

Yeah, l tried to stop you,

but you know what?

l admired you that day,

what you did.

That was righteous.

And you don't second-guess yourself

on something like that.

Okay, l'm the killer.

l'm the killer.

l show up at your door

or your car window,

and for some reason

you open your door,

you roll down

your car window for me.

So who am l?

Someone l know.

Maybe a nice set of tits.

And the poems?

What about the poems?

You have to compose the poem

before you got there, right?

Otherwise what, you're gonna

blow out the guy's brains,

sit down and write a little sonnet

for yourself?

No prints on the poems,

so probably

l wore gloves when l wrote it.

You obviously know your victims.

Between that and the easy access,

l guess that they know you too.

They must.

These guys are all scumbags.

They're not gonna trust anyone,

open the door for anyone,

especially if they don't know them.

Yeah, but l more than know them.

l know everything about them.

l know their moves,

their patterns,

l know their schedules.

Okay, so you're following them.

You're staking them out.

Anyone gonna say it?

What?

F*** me.

- He's right, it's a cop.

- No.

Let's slow down, fellows.

We're getting way ahead of ourselves.

- Come on, it's a cop, you know it.

- l don't know sh*t. Neither do you.

l'm telling your right now,

it's a cop, it's a cop, it's a cop.

What do you mean,

''lt's a cop, it's a cop, it's a cop''?

- Where do you come off saying it's a cop?

- Easy, partner, he's just saying it.

- What are you talking about?

- He's just saying--

l know, l know, l know

what he's saying.

And l'm saying it's bullshit.

Shoot me. What the f***?

But don't say it's a cop.

# You cast a spell on me #

# l was blind and now l see #

# You work your magic,

that's the key #

# You wave your wand #

# And cast a spell on me... #

So what about dinner?

You feel like going out?

Where?

l don't care.

You're the one going.

What is your problem?

No problem.

lf you feel like hanging around,

be my guest.

l don't feel like going out.

Fine, just don't bug me.

This is the best part of my day

and l don't need you f***ing it up.

So you only f*** cops?

Once in a while

l do a fireman or an ex-con.

You lump us in together?

Well, l have some respect

for firemen.

F*** you.

You know why they take away

your nightstick

- when you hang up your uniform?

- No.

They don't trust you with it.

Right now l wouldn't trust

myself with it either.

Sh*t, you'd probably love that.

Too bad you never met

Van Luytens.

You two really would have

hit it off great.

At least somebody finally

brought some justice down

on that dickless little f***.

Now that is who l'd like to meet.

Well, maybe you'll get

your wish one day.

They think it's a cop.

- Makes sense.

- Bullshit.

lt's just some f***ing psychopath.

Well, there's plenty of those

on the job.

- Are you sleeping well?

- Not really.

- Yep.

- Eating well?

- No.

- Yeah.

Any recurring nightmares?

Yeah, that l'm stuck

in a room with you forever.

Nope.

Do you think you're fit

to return to duty?

- Abso-f***ing-lutely.

- Yeah.

- You ever think about retiring?

- You mean, death with benefits?

What's not to like?

- You ever think about retiring?

- Not really.

What have l got to look forward to?

Sailing my 26-footer

around Sheepshead Bay,

umpiring cops' softball?

- How about corporate security work?

- lt's too dangerous.

- So what are you gonna do?

- Maybe l'll buy a boat.

All right, look,

l don't know if l believe this,

All right, look,

l don't know if l believe this,

but l'm just gonna

throw it out there.

You guys say we're looking

for one of our own,

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