The Caveman's Valentine Page #6

What if she just turned over

and went back to sleep?

Then, we'll lose her. But she's

gotta be in that playground.

- There's no other choice.

- Come on, a**hole. Move!

- Let's go!

- What's your hurry?

Move your ass!

Look it, Daddy.

Is this it? Get in there!

What the f*** is this? You

want me to kill you, don't you?

Police, don't move!

Drop the gun!

I got a gun pointed

to your father's head, b*tch!

- So don't spook me. Put your gun down.

- Do it, Lulu!

Wanna see his brains, b*tch?

I said drop the f***ing gun!

- Shoot him! He'll kill us both!

- Hell no!

You think I'm gonna kill a cop?

Put the gun down and I'll run.

Moth-seraphs of divinity

of vengeance, I need you.

- Put it down, girl!

- Lulu, kill him!

Let him shoot me! Do as

I say, I'm your father!

Do you want me to kill

your father? Put it down, girl!

Now.

Don't! Don't!

Don't move!

- You f***er!

- Lulu, over there!

He's over there!

Daddy. Daddy.

Daddy, it's all right.

It's all right. He's gone.

Are you shot? Am I?

- It's all right.

- We're all right?

We're not shot?

You're alive. I'm

alive. How can that be?

He wasn't aiming at us.

He was trying to finish off

his partner here.

Operator, this is Officer Ledbetter,

New York City Police Department.

I'm at Ward's Island Playground.

I need a bus forth with.

I have a perp shot and the other

perp fled over the footbridge.

He's armed with a gun.

Send backup forth with.

Shaker.

- You know him?

- Mm-hmm. Shaker.

It's Matthew's dealer.

We're looking for the one

that got away.

We figured they must have overheard

you and Matthew on a street,

talking about this valuable tape and

decided they wanted some of the action.

How's he connected

to Leppenraub?

Caveman, come here.

You see that pack of vermin

down there?

If Leppenraub's name comes into

this, no more quiet investigation,

no more slowly

building a case,

just f***in' weasels

everywhere you step.

Listen, Caveman,

this is detective business.

All due respect,

maybe it's not for you.

Maybe you need what's called

a "rational mind. "

Yeah, m-maybe...

maybe you're right.

I should leave

the police work to you.

Meanwhile, I'll give

my first press conference.

Oh, f***! Caveman, what

do you want from me?

The autopsy report

on Scotty Gates.

Your daughter dropped it

off this morning.

Knock yourself out.

It says,

"The-The 'periorbital' spaces...

are-are free of extravasated

blood and edema. "

It says,

"The-The 'sclerae'...

"are an-

'anicteric. "'

What it doesn't say

is anything about a brand.

Matthew says Scotty

was-was branded.

"Blood-red valentine

on his butt. "

Why didn't the autopsy

mention that?

It's just gone? Vamoosed?

How'd it do that?

What the hell's

Stuyvesant up to now?

Did you f*** Scotty Gates?

Did you come all the way

up here to ask me that?

- Mm-hmm.

- Why?

I have to know.

If you f***ed him,

then you saw his butt, right?

- Right?

- I guess so.

Then, you could tell me if-if

there's a heart brand on his butt.

A heart?

I guess I could.

If I saw his butt.

But...

I didn't see his butt.

'Cause I didn't f*** him,

'cause he's gay

among other things.

Do you think that I f***

everybody, Rom?

You-You said

you were devoted to him.

A different kind

of devotion.

Hello, Romulus.

It's nice to see you again.

Hi, Moira.

You know, it's, um,

it's interesting that you

mention this heart thing.

I have a little confession

to make.

You got what I want?

Got a little atonement

for me, master?

Does it hurt?

It's supposed to.

It's not over yet.

'Course not,Joey.

'Cause it's not his money

you're after, is it?

What are you doing here?

You want the glory...

a little recognition, and he denied you.

- Did you tell him that?

- I did treat you somewhat shabbily.

That time you took Scotty's

place up in the tree,

I know I wasn't

appreciative enough.

He didn't even acknowledge

it was you.

He passed you off

as Scotty.

- I scoffed at your ambitions.

- He didn't see your genius.

And that twisted your brain

around in its socket, right, Joey?

'Cause you're a great artist.

You're a genius.

The master of suffering.

And yet, he called you a faker.

Soft. Soft as a pillow.

Never experienced real pain.

You don't know what pain is.

Why the f***

did you talk to him?

So, one day, you decided you

were going to show Leppenraub...

who the real master was.

So, you took Scotty in the big freezer...

and you made your own art.

You froze him to death.

Are you saying I killed Scotty Gates?

Masterpiece of suffering.

You're schizo.

Scotty was nuts.

He was homeless, that's why he

froze to death. Everybody saw him.

Everybody saw you!

That wasn't Scotty Gates running

around the village, that was you.

You're so beautiful.

You figured if Leppenraub

could pass you off as Scotty,

then-then you could too.

You played the victim,

but the victim was the killer.

It's brilliant, Joey. You're

radiant. You radiate Z-rays.

- This is bullshit!

- Then you took the tapes you've made,

and you-you put Leppenraub's

voice on them from your interviews.

All that stuff he's been

spouting, you put it all in.

Does it hurt? It's supposed to.

But they were just words

strung together.

You twisted them so you

could blackmail Leppenraub.

- I told you to keep your mouth shut!

- Meanwhile,

you were watching me.

You set me up.

And when you were ready,

you-you left your valentine

outside my cave.

'Cause you knew I'd go around ranting

about the evil David Leppenraub.

The cops?

They wouldn't believe me.

The rumors would scare the hell out of

Leppenraub,

so you became my nightmare.

You played me.

You knew all my chords.

You thought the no-faces

could control me,

but I'm a free man!

You're insane!

You're a lunatic!

And you're a f***ing genius!

Tell him. Tell him.

Tell him about the little moths

that live inside your head.

They're not moths!

They're moth-seraphs.

The moth-seraphs

of divinity and vengeance!

And they're sick and tired

of your lies and your deceit!

And they're gonna fly you

straight to hell!

Look at him!

He's a lunatic!

Do you really think he was

going to help you, you a**hole?

If this is what you got,

you got nothing!

Scotty?

Scotty!

You set me up,

you fuckhead?

You're supposed to be dead.

Scotty, they said

you were dead.

Get your hands off me,

you stupid f*ggot!

You're gonna die now, Caveman.

- Joey!

- Drop the gun, police!

Police!

Get down!

Matthew!

Matthew!

You never knew Scotty Gates.

How did you do it?

How the hell did you know?

So, how did you know?

His heart.

Matthew said that Scotty had

a heart branded on his butt.

But it wasn't in the angel pictures,

and it wasn't in the autopsy report.

So, I asked Moira.

'Cause I thought maybe

she had sex with Scotty.

So, I asked her about the heart, and

she said of course she remembered.

But not on Scotty,

on Joey.

Moira had sex with Joey.

Yep. With me too.

These are good.

Can I have another?

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