The January Man Page #2

is a beatnik.

Sure, seems funny

down here and now...

but it don't feel

so f***ing funny...

in the middle

of a murder case...

when you've seen

those girls dead!

Who do you think

you're talking to?

Jesus Christ!

Who the f*** do you think

you're talking to?

You think I'm your wife?

You wanna f*** me?

Don't mess with me.

You mess with me, and you better

have a goddamn sense of humor...

the size of Lake Michigan to

find something to laugh about.

If I send you

a rubber duck to work with...

that is the news!

Can you understand that?

Do you understand?

So then, it's true.

It's true.

- When?

- Tomorrow.

So you get out of here,

and you be a good boy.

And if Nick reports to you,

you treat him like a god.

Do you understand that?

Can you understand that?

And if he wants anything,

you give it to him.

If he wants your wallet,

you give it to him.

And you keep me posted.

No. Never mind

trying to say anything.

Just shut up and get out.

Go on! I'm trying

to have a meeting here!

So...

did Nick agree without a fuss?

No.

Well... what do you have to do?

I let him cook dinner

for my wife tonight.

Come in. Door's open.

It's been open for two years.

Hi.

Hi.

What, is it snowing?

A little.

Well, take off

your clothes... coat!

Make yourself comfortable.

I got to change.

How you doing, Sam?

- How are you?

- Good.

Sh*t.

What is it?

Why did you make me come here?

I wanted to make you dinner.

You always make me

things that I hate.

I try to.

Listen.

What?

The wine.

It's breathing.

I decanted it

an hour and a half ago.

How much did it cost?

$6.00.

I won't like it.

I never like any wine

that costs less than $20.

No matter how good it tastes?

That's right.

I'll pour you a glass.

- What do you think?

- I hate it.

Here.

This is balsamic vinegar.

Sprinkle some on the octopus.

It's great.

Where did you get that scar?

A burn from a fire.

Right. You're a fireman.

Till yesterday.

It's hard to picture.

A burning building...

everybody else runs out,

you run in.

Basically, it's a maniac's job.

Marinated eggplant?

No, thanks.

Have you forgiven Franklin?

For what?

Did he do something wrong?

He betrayed you.

Did he?

He needed a fall guy,

and he gave them you.

Did he?

Yes.

- His own brother.

- That's right.

How should I feel about that?

I guess you should be mad.

Then that's what I am.

I'm mad.

Anything else

that I should be mad about?

- Yes.

- What?

- Me.

- Right.

I should be mad about you...

and that is my f***ing curse.

I am...

still mad about you.

I should go.

Yeah. You should.

You hate the food,

and you married the wrong man.

I'll get my coat.

You might as well, Christine...

'cause I am not

gonna sleep with you...

not while you're married.

I'm not gonna sleep with you.

That's right, you're not.

Not if you beg me on your knees.

I may covet my brother's wife,

but I am not gonna boff her.

You have not changed.

Neither have you,

but you should.

Chris.

Haven't you missed me?

Please, don't.

When you close your eyes,

don't you see my face?

Nick, don't.

How do you make love to him

after me?

How do you get wet?

Do you think about the money?

There was a check.

What?

That last night I saw you,

two years ago. Here.

There was a canceled check

on the table.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

There was a canceled check

on that table right there...

made out to my brother Frank.

After you left, it was gone.

Are you accusing me?

I'm telling you.

You're wrong.

Maybe.

Thanks for stopping by.

All right. You've got

about one more minute.

I can take one question.

One more, that's it.

Mr. Mayor, do you

really think Nick Starkey...

can expect

the support and respect...

of the police department...

given his ungraceful departure

of two years ago?

Now understand this.

There was no hard evidence

of graft, all right?

What's going to happen to him?

Just a second.

Let me finish...

or you can come up here

and do it.

Now, because he was

under a cloud...

we were under a cloud.

So we made what you might call

a political decision.

And he was wonderful.

He put the department's good

ahead of his good.

He could have fought it,

but he knew what he'd destroy.

And I respect him for that.

And at this moment, I think

he's the obvious choice...

in this dangerous juncture of

time to lead the investigation.

Because we have

to do something...

and I think

that Lieutenant Starkey...

can make it happen.

That's all for today.

The show is over.

I gotta go.

Bye-bye.

Commissioner Starkey,

how do you feel...

about your brother being named

special investigator?

I'm very glad

my brother's been reinstated.

Obviously, I was grieved...

by his difficulties

of two years ago...

and hoped the day might come

when he could resume his career.

That day has come.

No one is happier than me.

Yeah, you look ecstatic.

That was police...

Cone.

Come in here.

Yes, sir?

When Lieutenant Starkey

reports, keep him away from me.

Give him Olson's old office.

Lieutenant Starkey's

already reported, sir.

He has?

Yes, sir...

and he didn't like

Olson's old office...

so he took the big one

down at the end of the hall.

He doesn't like Olson's office?

He said the light was no good.

What light?

You know, sir. The sunlight.

Sunlight?

What's he need sunlight for?

For Ed.

For Ed?

Yes, sir.

Who's Ed?

The painter.

That office doesn't need

to be painted.

He's not that kind of painter,

Captain.

He's... you know,

he paints paintings.

He's an artist.

What's going on here?

Captain.

You told him?

Yeah.

You told him about the painter?

Yeah.

I got a sweet tooth

for this sh*t.

I love it.

Captain.

Hi, Butch.

Captain Alcoa.

You want some espresso?

Do I hear crickets?

Yeah. It's a tape.

Isn't it great?

Who's that?

That's Ed.

The painter?

That's right.

You want sugar?

Why's the furniture in the hall?

I didn't want it.

I wanted space.

Did you miss me?

I don't have anyplace

to put that furniture...

if it's not in here.

I don't want it.

But I'll tell you

what I do want...

all reports, photos,

news accounts...

background of any kind

on every one of the murders.

In order of priority...

everything

on that last murder first.

Second priority... everything

on the very first murder.

You must have

a shitload of stuff by now.

We do.

It's like a library.

It's in 202.

Then leave it in 202.

I'll go to it.

OK.

And put Ed on the payroll.

As what?

My assistant.

No. I'll assign you

an assistant.

I need Ed.

OK.

And...

I need an NEC computer...

Lotus Agenda.

We have about five Bedbecks.

Bedbeck's no good.

I need the NEC.

I need the NEC.

You're not drinking

your espresso, mon capitaine.

Oh, well.

I've got to go.

Where you going?

I'll be back about 3:00.

Where would I be going?

It's a beautiful day.

I put on my best dress

and go to a funeral.

Hang in there, Ed.

Up yours, copper.

But we must meet calamity

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