Sharky's Machine Page #5

No. We want to do it.

Do what?

Handle it.

Handle it?!

You'll handle yourselves

right off the force!

The rule is, Homicide gets notified

before anybody takes a breath

or goes to the goddamn toilet!

Homicide gets notified!

Where's the body?

Morgue.

What's her name?

Jane Doe.

Oh, Jane Doe. That's original.

God damn it!

How'd you get her down there?

Ambulance.

Probably a sawed-off shotgun...

about 3 inches under legal, I should think.

- Looks like a cannon.

- Mm-hmm.

Probably double-ought, you think?

Maybe.

He shoots her, then he

walks away nice and quiet.

We've got the whole thing on tape.

This guy's very cool.

Arch, for Christ's sake,

are you in on this?

She was ours, Friscoe.

Somebody blew her up.

You know how far over your head you are?

No. How far?

Well, they'll nail your asses to the wall!

Mine, too, and I got 2 years to retire!

You keep telling me that.

I'm calling Homicide.

Oh, bullshit!

They'll bury it. You know that, Friscoe.

Oh, shut up!

No, they'll lose it, Friscoe

Well, what can we do?

I mean, we can't go after Hotchkins.

All you got is a tape.

Would you look at that hole?

Christ.

The killer stood

approximately...

here,

pressing the gun against the door...

tall enough to get his

body weight behind it.

Probably a sawed-off shotgun...

About 3 inches under legal, I should think.

We've got the whole thing on tape.

Shut up!

This the same one who

iced that Chink hooker?

Asian, and I'm checking on it.

And I'll talk on you.

Asian?

College.

Twigs...

call me later when you finish the autopsy.

Mm-hmm.

- Barrett, come on.

- Hey, where are you going?

I'm going to that building over there.

Whoever iced that lady was watching her

at the same time I was watching her.

There's only one empty

apartment over there.

You were in it.

There were 2 where people

were out of town...

I told you to shut the f*** up!

He would've checked on it.

We're dealing with a

professional killer here

I mean, this guy is cool

He's what I call an ice man,

and he's not stupid, either

First door on the right.

I suppose you're going to pop it.

Why don't you just get the manager up here?

He'll get the house key. He'll open it up.

I was never good at this.

Even when I was good at

this, I wasn't good at it.

How about you, Barrett?

Were you ever good at this?

Yeah. I always liked it.

Ready?

No, no, no.

This scares the sh*t out of me!

Well, we struck out again, right?

Will you shut up?

Not everybody's as neat as you are.

You got to look.

Barrett.

Dominoe.

Hey, Kitten. What do you say, my man?

Can I talk to you alone for a minute?

Get out, b*tch.

What's this?

That's Valium... 5 milligram.

That's funny.

Yeah, yeah, that's funny.

5 f***ing milligrams.

Don't bullshit me.

And I go on walkin

Walkin with those blues

I'm going to drop a dime on your ass.

It's going to be 30 f***ing years for you.

You've got a goddamn maniac out there

mixing Dee's and PCP.

I ain't going to waste my breath on you.

That's a lot of time.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

There was a buyer.

There was? Yeah.

Last month.

How much?

Late last month. A thousand.

Who was it?

I don't know. I didn't see the guy.

Oh, Jesus, Kitten.

You're talking to Arch here.

Ha ha ha ha.

- You don't know who it was?

- No.

- Are you the man in this town?

- Yeah, I'm the man.

Don't you ever stroke me, man.

I'm not stroking you. I don't know.

Information.

I'm trying to tell you. It was a tall guy.

- What else?

- Caucasian.

- Yeah?

- He had a mole on his face.

A f***ing mole. You going

to give me that old line?

A f***ing... a tattoo?

No, I don't know about a tattoo.

Look, let me talk to you.

Hold on. Where we going?

You know what?

You come downtown to get in trouble.

- Is Arch there?

- Yeah.

Do I help you out?

I looked for you last night.

What did my partner tell you?

He said if any sh*t go down,

you were gonna shoot my dick off.

That's right.

I want a name.

I want a f***in' name.

Come on, Arch, goddamn.

You make it awful tough.

I told you I didn't see him.

I didn't get a name.

- You know what I think?

- No. What do you think?

I think your f***in' ass is in trouble!

Oh, f***in'- a, Arch! Come on! Goddamn it!

- Hey, this is Kitten, man.

- Can you fly?

No, but I talk better on my goddamn feet!

You better get some wings.

You're my buddy. You're not gonna throw me.

- Is that what it is?

- Yeah!

All right. Well, good-bye.

Hey!

OK, I got a name. I got a name, Arch.

Arch! Oh, you son of a b*tch!

Wait. Now, come on.

You all right? You're all right, Kitten.

Trust me.

Man, you're gonna hear from

my lawyer, my attorney,

every-goddamn - body, you got that?

Oh, Arch, look, uh...

Let's talk. Can we get over here?

You're talkin', Kitten. Quit bullshittin'.

I'm not, man. Just get over here.

We're in the light. Come on, come on.

What are you talking about?

Look, look, tell me something. What?

He's lookin' for us, Arch.

Haah!

That's not the look of a winner, Donald.

I loved her.

You loved her art.

And she loved me.

That was her art, creating that illusion.

Yeah, well, you're wrong.

You can be wrong, do you know that?

Do you think you're God?

Heaven forbid.

I'm telling you that we loved each other.

I'm sick of you twisting my life around.

You went too far.

There's no such place.

I'm telling you, you went too...

Shh. Tsk tsk tsk.

You can't tell me, Donald.

Now, shh!

But perhaps you can learn from me.

You draw a clear straight line

to where you want.

And you move. You do not stop.

You do not go around anything or anyone.

She would have stopped you, destroyed you.

No. No.

Stop the car.

I'm on my way to what I want, Donald.

I can take you with me all the way...

or I can drop you here now.

She wouldn't have hurt me, Victor.

Open his door.

I have a long way to go.

Are you coming?

Drive.

Hey, boy.

Hey!

Good morning.

Jesus Christ, what a great looking machine.

OK, who's got what?

Well, come on, put something on the table.

Time's gettin' short.

We got our nuts in a doorjamb, Papa.

This is what the model looks like.

Put that away. What's the matter with you?

What the hell's the matter with you?

Hard to come by.

Somebody's tracking us,

because they killed Kitten Holmes.

- Kid who?

- Kitten Holmes.

He's an informant. He gives me information.

They killed him. They didn't shoot him.

They kind of just kicked his ass.

I mean, they broke him like a stick.

They kung fu - ed him.

Anyway, I found out that our shooter

has a bad habit. He's a junkie.

Now, a buy went down last month.

That puts him in town about the same time

the other hooker got blown away.

Can I say something?

No, no.

The blind woman and Roper were shot at close

range with a silenced.22. Just one shot each.

He's very sure of himself.

I'd say the same man killed all 3.

Nobody ever sees him come in or go out.

May I speak now?

Jesus Christ, speak.

I told you he was dumb.

Bureau made his print.

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