The January Man Page #4

F*** you!

And don't even look at me.

I don't work for you.

You work for me.

You think you can

come in my office...

stand in my face

and tell me the news...

like I'm some

monkey-do lieutenant?

F*** you!

You are not a policeman!

I am a f***ing policeman!

Get it, you dilettante f***?

No matter what the mayor says!

I'm going to need a backup unit

tomorrow night on call.

Maybe all night.

If I ever get my hands

on a shred of paper...

that proves that you were

on the take back when...

I will delight in getting

the charcoal for the barbecue.

I'm gonna need

the team in the van...

with the motor running.

Tomorrow's the night.

That's when he's gonna hit,

maybe for the last time.

Where?

I don't know yet.

Yes, Captain Alcoa.

Get me Emergency Service unit.

So, Christine, I understand

you had dinner with Nick.

Yes.

I want to know what happened.

Did he say he was going

to do anything further...

or talk to anybody

further about the...

scandal that happened

about two years back?

I mean, not that there's

anything to talk about.

He thinks there's a check.

A check?

A canceled check

made out to you, Frank.

From who?

Well, it would be

a crooked road, Eamon...

but I think it would be

traced back to you.

Does Nick have this check?

No. I don't even think

he's looking for it.

You don't?

No, I don't think so.

I think he's much

more interested right now...

in f***ing your daughter.

What are you talking about?

You don't understand

what I'm saying?

I'm sorry.

Picture it. Just...

Look at your cigar

and think of your daughter.

Don't bother to get up.

It's all right.

Roger will see me home.

What are you doing?

I'm checking

into a hotel, Frank...

and out of the whorehouse.

Lovely meal. Thank you.

- Thanks.

- Good night.

All done.

It's here.

What's here?

Tomorrow night is here.

February...

March...

April...

May...

June...

July...

August...

September...

October...

November...

December...

January.

These are the rooms where

each murder was committed.

Where?

Have you got my paper?

No paper for 12-C, sir.

Let me take a look and see

if my paper's there.

Holy Jesus!

Can you do a whole

part of town this way?

Sure.

You want to see

the big picture?

Oh, God.

Nick, can this voodoo

and meet me out front.

There's been another murder,

but we got the son of a b*tch.

Tonight?

Hello, Captain.

Hello, sir.

The woman's upstairs,

named Lana Pico.

Strangled in her own apartment.

He strangled her,

walked to the dining room...

jumped right through

the f***ing window.

Look at that.

The son of a b*tch has

the ribbon right in his hand.

It's gonna make a great

picture for the Post.

How'd he get in?

Broke in through a window

opposite the air shaft.

Broke in?

Yeah. The window was gated.

He kicked it in and waited

for her in the bedroom.

Wait. Nobody gets through.

Can we just get down there?

Hello, Alcoa.

Hello, sir.

- And you are?

- Detective Reilly, sir.

Good to meet you, Reilly.

Killed himself?

Yes, sir.

- Hi, Nick.

- Not him.

Pretty ironic, huh?

What?

He killed himself.

We didn't need Sherlock Holmes

after all.

Can we see you over here,

Commissioner?

That's my father's car.

All right. Go ahead.

Hi, Dad.

What the hell

are you doing here?

And what are you doing...

Never mind. I heard.

I heard.

We'll talk about it later.

You just get out of here

before they take your picture.

What's the matter with you?

Would you do what I say!

You get out of here.

Don't become a liability,

little girl.

Apparently he just jumped, sir.

Oh, my God.

There he is.

The whole city is frightened

to death for a year...

because of just one guy.

Thank God that's over.

Maybe.

What do you mean, "maybe"?

I don't think this is the man.

What?

He strangled the woman.

He's got the ribbon in his hand.

What the hell are you

talking about?

Why'd he kill himself?

How the f*** do I know?

He murders eleven women.

No problem.

He murders one more,

he feels so bad...

he jumps out the window?

I don't buy it.

Why'd he break in

the window gate?

He never broke anything before.

He just picked the lock.

Then there's the date...

not a prime number.

It doesn't figure.

Let me tell you something.

Life is like that sometimes.

You were wrong, that's all.

I'd like to take a look

at the apartment.

You want to see

the apartment, Commissioner?

I'll be up in a minute.

Eamon, could you

take a look at this?

What is it?

A statement for the press.

You gonna make it?

- Yes.

- All right.

Mayor, what's the story?

- Did they get the strangler?

- Get back.

It's all over.

The commissioner

will have a statement for you.

- Can we leave?

- Sure.

Excuse me.

The commissioner

has a statement for you.

Mr. Commissioner! Rumor has it

that this is the strangler!

Why was the mayor here tonight?

Tonight comes to an end

twelve months of fear.

See you, Nick.

Thanks.

All right, I'm a fireman!

Jesus!

What are you doing here?

Ed let me in.

He was wrong to do that.

Nick, what's wrong?

I'm very tired!

Why don't you come here

and sit down.

They want you, they need you.

The rest of the time...

Can I help you?

You!

You're the mayor's daughter!

I could do a number on him,

but I wouldn't bother.

What are you talking about?

Don't you get it?

This wasn't it.

That wasn't him.

Then who was that?

Some guy.

Some other crazy!

And tomorrow night, while

your father and my brother...

and all the other slobs who only

care about the way it looks...

and don't give a sh*t

about how it actually is...

while they're all slapping

themselves on the back...

the January Man...

is going to get

his January Girl.

So stop him.

- I've been fired.

- So solve it anyway.

Nick, I woke up here today.

I saw how you live.

I see what you like around you.

I understand you want

to run away from these people.

I understand.

- It's their responsibility.

- No.

They don't know

what that means.

I'm tired.

I know.

I know you are.

So we're going to go to bed, OK?

And then we'll sleep.

And then tomorrow,

after a good breakfast...

you're going to catch

the killer and save the girl.

How old did you say you were?

Shut up.

A hundred years,

we'll all be dead.

But the stars

will still be shining.

The stars.

Of course.

And all the constellations.

At this time of year...

Virgo has just become visible

in the eastern sky...

I love this.

The recent appearance

of Halley's Comet...

Time is running out, Nick.

Named after an English

astronomer, Edmund Halley...

In order to be brilliant...

you got to be in touch

with the universe.

Halley's Comet

swings across our skies...

once every 75 or 76 years.

That wasn't the guy last night.

Yes, it was.

Don't you read the paper?

The commissioner

called me himself...

to say the case is closed.

He made it clear

that I should give you abuse...

sh*t work...

so you'd resign.

I don't think he even wants you

in the fire department.

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