Righteous Kill Page #6

five years sober

and working as a nurse.

And her mother?

Her mother died

when she was very young.

He wants everybody to know

that he got away with it,

to show everybody

just how brilliant he is.

Most of these killings were criminals

in Rooster's and his beat, right?

And then he all but threatens

to kill Van Luytens

in front of hundreds of witnesses.

And then he sends us

on this crazy wild goose chase

after Lieutenant Baum, didn't he?

- Yes, he did.

- Why would he do that? Why?

You gotta show me more than that.

So far you got sh*t.

- Give him more, man.

- You want more?

- How about the church records?

- The very ones that Turk was

so diligently pursuing.

How about that?

lt turns out our most recent victim,

the late Father Connell,

was moved all over the place--

eight parishes in 20 years.

Why would they do that

with a Catholic priest? lt's obvious.

He's giving the children

more than communion behind the altar.

Now Turk already admits

to knowing this guy as a child.

lt's very plausible.

This priest,

this Father Connell,

he gave you your first

holy communion, eh?

He did.

Did he every try to do

anything inappropriate? l mean...

l know what you mean.

No, never.

Okay, fine.

ls there any reason

why somebody out there

might think that he did?

No.

Am l a suspect here, Lieutenant?

No,

but these bodies

are starting to smell.

A lot of it is drifting

in your direction.

Drifting or being pushed?

What can l say?

You got connections

to most of these victims.

You're not exactly

Mother Teresa.

l never had any problem

with that priest.

Okay. Okay, fine.

That settles it.

l had a talk with Riley and Perez.

Good cops.

Don't f*** around, okay?

Just listen.

l'm listening.

They think

Turk might be our guy.

Oh, man. l gotta tell you,

from where l'm sitting

that is so f***ing funny.

You can't take that seriously.

Everybody has pretty much

accepted the fact

- that we're chasing one of our own.

- But it ain't Turk.

Sure as l'm sitting here

he ain't the guy.

- You know that?

- Yes, l do.

- How do you know that?

- Because l know it.

l know it to a moral certainty.

Okay?

This priest,

this Father Connell--

he was Turk's priest

when he was a kid.

He told you that.

He didn't tell me this priest

was a child molester.

- l can't believe this bullshit.

- Believe it, all right?

- Turk's a good guy.

- You understand?

- He's the best cop you got.

- Don't you tell me what l gotta do.

Don't you say a goddamn word

to him about this either,

or you're finished.

Can l speak now?

Feel free.

He cares.

You know what l'm saying?

Turk cares about people.

l know he runs around

like a pit bull on crack sometimes.

lt doesn't matter.

He cares about protecting people.

And if you don't back him,

you will regret it.

Jesus.

Sorry.

l just never rattled

anyone's cage before.

- Got a minute?

- Yeah, what's up?

You know me and Turk

are buddies, right?

Of course.

l'd do anything for him.

He would do anything for you.

Would you?

Would l what?

Would you do anything for him?

l don't know--

where is this going?

He wants you

to have sex with me.

Really?

He wouldn't mind.

But that's not why l'm here.

Okay, why are you here?

Where were you

the night Rambo was killed

and Trager?

Got an alibi for those nights?

l mean, did you know either one

those guys before they were murdered?

Makes you uncomfortable

when l talk like that.

You look like you're guilty.

You're not guilty.

l know that.

You didn't kill those guys, did you?

Now you know what Turk feels.

l need you to get me

some information

discreetly.

Can you do that for me?

You got it.

Absolutely.

Let's solve these f***ing murders.

Oh.

- Hey, boy genius.

- Perfect timing, buddy.

Listen, you really worked

on Hingis, didn't you?

He was all worked up

about my partner.

Good. He should be.

l think we should sit down,

see if we can square things, okay?

All right. Want to meet at Montrose

at 8:
00 PM?

Could you make that 9:00?

l gotta meet an old friend.

Yeah, sure, whatever you want.

# Baby's got issues #

# Baby's got pains... #

- Hey, fellows.

- Hey.

Thanks for coming.

- This here is Cheryl Brooks.

- Hello, Cheryl Brooks.

Cheryl's got something to tell you.

My daughter Lynn

died four years ago.

She was 10 years old.

She was raped and she was murdered.

The guy l was living with,

Charles--

Charles Randall.

Yeah, Charles Randall-- he did it.

Why are you telling us this?

Because he got off for that.

He was acquitted at trial.

- Because?

- Because?

l testified for him.

- You did what?

- l said he was with me.

You see, Cheryl here is

a very forgiving person,

unlike us hard-asses.

- He threatened to kill me.

- Okay, Cheryl.

Now you say goodbye

to the nice officers

and you go on back home.

Don't drink yourself to death.

Okay, so...

eh?

l want to hear you say it.

Come on, say it.

We planted the gun

in Randall's apartment, okay?

l said it. Happy?

- Thank you.

- Yes, l am.

l'd do it again if l had to

'cause that f***ing maggot

could rot away for all eternity.

l'd sleep just fine.

So what do you want from us?

You guys think

my partner's a serial killer.

You're way off.

You like Turk for this thing?

Go have your fun.

l'll go along with you.

l'll even help you.

But do not drag up Chuck Randall

and that f***ing gun,

because if he walks out of jail

he's gonna end up dead.

Excuse me?

l'll put two

through his f***ing head

myself.

Done deal.

My grandmother loved opera.

She supported us by sewing.

l used to thread needles

for my grandmother.

- Gave all her money to church.

- You admired her?

l worshipped her.

Rooster? Yeah, he's religious,

goes to church.

How about you?

Our job is keeping

from the other 1%.

The problem is that we have to

spend half our lives with that 1%.

And the better we do that job,

the less the other 99% think

they need us.

They're clueless.

The only ones paying attention

on the street

are the cops and the criminals.

Everyone else is just

going somewhere

or shopping.

- Out.

- Come on.

l got an order here placing you

on restricted duty.

Now in plain English that means

you'll work at your desk.

You might want to cooperate

with the shrink

next time you two meet,

and you will meet again.

Cool my f***ing heels.

Cool my f***ing heels, huh?

l'm gonna blow a f***ing hole

in that motherf***er Perez

and blow right through his head

for putting me through this bullshit.

- Turk.

- F***, l'm gonna...

kill that motherf***er.

Calm down. What the hell is it?

You're making all the wrong moves.

What are you talking about?

This ain't a chess game, partner.

Who knows? Maybe it is.

You go at Perez now--

you know what's gonna happen?

You're gonna walk right into a trap.

You are.

They're just waiting for you.

F***ing Hingis.

F***ing Hingis believes him.

He actually f***ing believes

that motherfucking Perez.

Stay back. Wait.

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