The Caveman's Valentine Page #4

I'm wanting to do a quick interview,

so you can talk about whatever you like.

Where?

I do a lot of taping

there in the coach house.

Is that where you made

the video of Scotty?

What?

Come on, Joey, you know

what I'm talking about.

Look, there's-there's no

tape, man. That's just a rumor.

But you know better, right?

Because you made it.

Shh. Please.

- You a cop?

- Mm-mm.

Well, how come you know

about the tape?

A friend of Scotty's told me about it.

You were a friend of Scotty's, weren't you?

- Scotty's dead, man.

- But he still needs justice, right, Joey?

Look, I don't want to talk

about Scotty now. Please.

You're scared.

You're scared of your boss.

Please! They'll hear us. You don't know.

Well, why you so scared?

Because I've seen

what he can do.

You can't imagine.

- Wh-Where's the tape?

- Romulus?

It's safe.

I've been looking everywhere

for you. It's time.

- Time for what?

- Piano time.

I haven't started yet.

Just play, baby.

Just get from this side

of the piece to the other.

What? What is it?

What am I smelling

in this place?

There's some foulness here.

The smell of mendacity

and evil.

What is this stench?

Is it the rotting boy

delivered outside my cave?

Is that what I'm smelling?

The sweet valentine

you delivered?

What is this reek?

Is it the smell

of torture?

The brand burning his flesh?

Is that what I smell?

It's all of you,

isn't it?

It's the smell of your heartless

art and your bone-dry theories,

like last week's vomit.

And the heart has vamoosed

from this culture long ago.

And anybody gets wind of that...

You tortured him,

killed him and you make a

videotape of it and call it art.

I won't have this. You hang the body

from a tree to teach the Caveman a lesson.

And you burn the Caveman's eyes out with

blue skies and green ducks! Green ducks!

Get your hands off me!

I haven't found the clue yet!

You lied to me. You're still

in that cave, aren't you?

And you won't get me out of that

cave, either. You can't matchbox me!

Stuyvesant! We're going to

bring your tower down!

Stuyvesant!

Get out of here.

Lao-tse, what is it?

What is it, you dumb dog?

What? Lao-tse!

Romulus?

Lao-tse, come here.

You scared the sh*t

outta me.

- You here alone?

- Yes.

Why'd you leave the party?

I hate those parties. What

the hell happened to you?

Your-Your brother's hit man

tried to run me over.

Photographers do not

have hit men, Romulus.

Yeah, well you tell that

to the no-face with the gun.

You're psychotic,

aren't you?

I- I have brain typhoons.

Brain typhoons?

Swarms of moth-seraphs

howl in my skull.

Lies vex them.

Then you'll understand

if I don't invite you in.

Mm-hmm.

- Your brother tortured Scotty.

- That is a vicious rumor.

And when Scotty started to spread the

word around, your brother had him killed.

- David loved Scotty.

- Not what Scotty says.

Scotty had a nervous breakdown.

He was a dope fiend.

Who made him a dope fiend?

Go on, girl, go on out.

Come in here.

Scotty was a junkie

when we met him.

David likes damaged souls. He

says they make better subjects.

If it were true, if David

hurt Scotty in any way,

believe me, I would have

known all about it.

Scotty and I were friends. I was

devoted to him. What are you doing?

Looking for clues.

What kind of clues?

Well, this is the place that they did

the shows, right? The torture shows?

Oh, God.

Don't be scared.

It's not real.

It's all fake, Rom.

It's an illusion.

He uses prosthetics,

clay, wax, all these props.

None of it's real. David says

he wants to "provoke the viewers,

set off tremors in the

subconscious," I don't f***ing know.

- S- See, what's that?

- What?

That-That looks like

real blood.

It is.

It's yours.

See, Stuyvesant uses Y-rays

to terrify and-and destroy.

See, Y-rays are crude.

Y-rays are tax collectors and

police brutality and drug wars...

and backed-up toilets.

- But this new weapon...

- Z-rays.

Mm-hmm, Z-rays. Z- rays

are green and soft...

like moonlight and seductive

and... much more vicious.

Z- rays smell like

a rich man's bank account.

They smell like success.

Rom, this is a great story.

I love the no-faces

and that guy in the tower,

but, um, you know

it's bullshit, right?

- It's not reality.

- No, of course not.

Okay.

Stuyvesant's much truer

than reality.

Stuyvesant invented reality.

You're hopeless,

aren't you?

I'm hopeless.

Turn around.

What?

Do you have a match?

Yeah.

Were you scared?

No.

Are you?

Yes.

Some white girls will f***

any kind of black man.

Crazy, homeless.

Leave me alone, Sheila.

So, uh, what do you

call yourself doing?

- Digging for evidence?

- I'm getting close.

Something happened here,

I can feel it.

I bet you can.

I got Leppenraub on the run.

He knows I'm going to get him.

I'm going to nail that bastard.

I think you're being misled.

Misled by whom?

By you, as usual.

I think you got it all wrong

about these people.

You better open your eyes,

take a look around.

Leave me alone, woman.

How'd you get in here, anyway?

I rode in on your dreams.

Well, ride on out.

You better wake up, baby, before

you get murdered in your sleep.

You hear me?

You better wake up.

Don't mind a little dark.

Daughter?

Jesus, Rom,

what are you doing here?

I didn't... I didn't get you

anything for Valentine's Day.

B-But I found these, and they're

still in pretty good shape.

Don't worry.

I- I don't wanna come in.

I- I just need a ride home.

So, where you been?

What happened to you?

I guess I cut myself shaving.

You don't wanna tell me, fine.

I haven't seen you shaved

since I was a girl.

You look good.

I- I needed a change.

There's a shelter

in my precinct.

There's a waiting list,

but, um, I could get you in.

See that building over there.

That used to be

Sisters of Mercy Hospital.

Uncle Augustus...

that's your great-uncle Augustus...

he used to lecture there.

He was a surgeon.

Did I ever tell you

about him?

Look, Ward's Island.

D- Do you remember

that little playground?

Yeah, you said pirates

lived there once,

and there was

buried treasure.

You used to call me "Captain. "

You used to dig

in that sandbox for gold.

- Look it, Daddy.

- Once I found a balloon there.

You-You thought

you found a balloon.

- No! No!

- You cried...

Yeah, you cried

when I wouldn't blow it up.

You did blow it up

for me.

No, no, I-I bought a real

balloon. I blew that up for you.

Daddy, thank you

for my flowers.

- Little late.

- Still, it's the only valentine I got.

I didn't get you anything.

Oh, you-you still could

if you wanted to.

There is something I kind of

got my heart set on.

What?

It's something I want more

than chocolates or a car or...

What do you want, Daddy?

The autopsy report on Scotty Gates.

I wish I could shake you.

Just shake all that

crazy sh*t out of you.

Goddamn!

Just a second.

Just for a f***ing second,

it was like we were...

talking.

Like I was actually

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