Righteous Kill Page #8

l went for the unforgivable.

No. Please. No.

Did you hear

anything l just said?

How exactly could l be

blowing this out of proportion?

That psycho just assaulted me.

l am telling you

he is a classic sociopath.

Okay okay,

l'll look into it, all right?

l'll look into it.

You stay the hell away from here.

Understood?

Understood?

F*** that.

Check the ball,

check the ball.

l got the ball. l got the ball. l got the ball.

Stay on him. Stay on him.

Excuse me,

l'm Detective Corelli.

- l need to see your reservation book.

- Sure. Help yourself.

- Thank you.

- Anytime.

Yes, this is Detective Corelli.

l've been trying to reach

Detectives Perez and Riley

and l can't seem

to locate them.

- l like to party.

- That's nothing. l was into Kiss.

l used to run

around the house

with my tongue hanging out,

spitting fake blood.

l need to speak to them

urgently.

Yes, l understand,

but l need the location, please.

Hey, he's here.

Let me in.

Thank God it's the police.

Thank God it's the police.

Yeah, so where do we go?

Follow me.

l used to play ball

a couple of blocks from here.

Get the f*** out of here.

When l was a kid l wasn't afraid

to mix it up with guys like you.

You still ain't.

Yeah, nowadays

l carry a gun with me.

lt's a bad neighborhood.

- lt ain't bad for me.

- Yeah, well...

Yeah, he's inside.

Well, so far so good.

So now that we're done with

the pleasantries, what do you got for me?

He's talking.

- What did you think he was gonna do?

- How about an apology?

The sh*t that happened to Stubby,

that wasn't supposed to happen.

- Lieutenant, that's a crock of sh*t.

- l lost three f***ing teeth that day.

He's not a civilian.

He's a f***ing dealer.

- And l kept my mouth shut.

- So what?

You guys love those stupid gold teeth.

You should thank me.

Well, he's wearing a vest

and Starsky and Hutch here

are watching him like a couple

of hawks-- gay hawks.

Yeah, right there, buddy.

All right, enough bullshit.

So you know our poetry boy?

Just talk to me.

What do you got for me?

- All right, here we go.

- Here we go.

Would you please?

Just 'cause the guy's talking tough,

that don't mean sh*t.

Let me ask you something,

Copernicus.

That gun on his belt--

do you think it's a service pistol?

l bet you we'll trace it back to Trager's.

What do you think about that?

- What do you want to bet?

- 500 bucks.

- You're on.

- l'm in for another five.

Oh, this is fun.

Look, l help you,

you reciprocate.

So help me.

All right, you might see

a little bit of a cell-phone video.

l got it in front of Trager's

the night he bought it.

- You got what?

- l got a movie--

a couple of kids back from the prom,

preserving their special memories,

a positive lD of you, big time.

- Oh, yeah? Of me?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Now you know

what l'm talking about.

Yeah, now l got it.

Yeah, well,

so how do l look?

Like a poet?

'Cause that's what l am,

you know, a poet.

All right, come on, let's go.

ln fact, l wrote a poem for you, Spider.

Want to hear it?

Eh?

Drop your gun right now, motherf***er!

Drop to the ground right now!

Oh! Oh! Grease me up and--

l mean, do they actually pay

you two morons?

- Put the f***ing weapon on the ground.

- Gladly. Gladly. Right there.

Right there. There you go.

Hey, you want to read my poem?

Easy easy.

Here, read it.

''You tried to set me up, you fucks,

And this is how you do it?

You thought l'd get

my dick cut off,

lnstead you only blew it.''

Great stuff.

- What is that sh*t?

- Thank you.

That is poetry.

What are you doing here?

Well, don't look at me, partner,

but l tagged along

to protect your ass

and to see the look on their faces.

lt was worth it.

We're doing our jobs here, okay?

l'm not gonna apologize for that.

l never want you to apologize, Teddy.

There's a killer out there with a badge.

- What are you morons doing about it?

- What do you think we're doing here?

- That's not it.

- No, that's not it.

l just made 1000 bucks.

Where's the other gun?

Give it to me.

Why don't you frisk me, Sherlock?

Go ahead.

- Frisk me, go ahead. Go ahead.

- Yeah, l'm gonna frisk you.

Ooh, nice touch, Mary.

What are you doing after work?

Unless you're committed.

l don't want to get

in the middle of anything.

What happened to your face?

Your mick friend give you a little love bite?

- Shut the f*** up. Shut your f***ing face.

- Hey hey hey! Whoa!

l'll blow your brains out

if you don't get the f*** away.

What's he talking about?

- What's he talking about?

- What he's talking about is,

just 'cause you didn't go for this

doesn't mean you're not our guy.

- Now we gotta break this sh*t up.

- Don't translate for me, man.

Will you let this go?

You f***ed up, okay?

- We f***ed up 'cause you helped him.

- l'm gonna nail your ass.

l'm not through with you, man.

Make a mistake.

l'm gonna

break this stuff down, okay?

You f***ing dog.

Relax, Spider.

Come on, let's have a drink.

l saw what l think

is a refrigerator here.

l'll be back in a second.

Hey, muffinhead.

ls this the person

who shot you?

You're sure?

No, you're the pumpkinhead.

You miss me?

''...of death and pain,

Place oneself among the slain.

lf one addiction goes unfed,

The world is better with him dead.''

Take it easy.

lt's okay.

lt's gonna be all right.

Jesus Christ, Rooster.

Just move into the room. Here.

Sit down. Sit down.

Okay.

You gotta know about this,

Tom, from me.

Now just open that little book,

start reading.

Everything you want to know

is in there.

So go ahead.

Out loud.

For the record.

See the little video here?

''My name is David Fisk,

Detective First Grade.

l've been a cop in the NYPD

for nearly 30 years.''

- Dave, Dave, Dave, Dave.

- Tom,

we've got a lot to cover

and not much time to do it in, so...

''My name is David Fisk,

Detective First Grade.''

My name is David Fisk.

''l've been a cop in the NYPD

for nearly 30 years.''

l don't expect you

to remember me.

l mean, it's been a long time

since you sat me on your lap

and told me you loved me.

''ln that time

l've killed 14 people.''

But l guarantee

you're gonna remember the name

for the rest of your life.

''You don't become a cop

because you want to serve and protect.

You join the force because they let you

carry a gun and a badge.

Most people respect the badge.

Everybody respects the gun.''

l'm the killer.

l show up at your door.

What are you talking about?

lt's not a f***ing chess game.

Who knows? Maybe it is.

You're making all the wrong moves.

l'm gonna put two

through his f***ing head

myself.

l know it to a moral certainty.

You sort of get numb to it.

''Tom Cowen was my role model.

The day l stopped trying to be him

was the greatest day of my life.

Several years back l framed

a lowlife child killer

named Charles Randall.

l should have known

it would come back to haunt me.''

What do you want me

to do with this?

ls that all you got to say?

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