The Lost Angel Page #4

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by Homicide.

- Do I have to say?

- Yeah.

I guess you know, shuffling

all those papers.

- Now, how would you know that?

- My snitch.

Who's that?

Each of us has experience

in homicide,

vice, narcotics. We choose

the cases we work on.

We pursue these folders

until they're solved.

In other words, you get the job done

by any means necessary.

I don't give up mine unless

you give up yours.

You'll give up what

you're told.

You'll address me as Inspector

or ma'am.

I'll run my investigation,

you run yours.

These are bad cops, Chief.

I got a serial RTK on the street,

you're shaking down my best outfit.

Who's the bad cop?

We know a lot about you, Billie.

You don't know enough.

I'd like to discuss what happened

on March 17, 1993.

What the hell is this?

Shaking things up.

You don't want to

shake her too hard.

How did what happened on March 17, 1993

affect your job, Inspector?

Say it again.

I believe in equality

between the sexes.

You punch me.

I punch you.

Okay... are you gonna sue me

or press charges?

No. I'm just gonna

knock you out.

All right, enough of this sh*t!

You're both acting like punks!

I warned him.

Felony assault. You'll be off the force

in a week.

I'm not through with you, Palmer!

I'm not through with you, you b*tch!

[sighs]

- You're...

kinda okay.

For a freak.

Hey, lonesome buddy.

How can I help you?

Do you want to go to

the Spring Dance with me?

Wait.

Sure.

I'd love to go.

Cool.

That's a really good book.

Yeah. You know this thing it teaches you,

just never even heard of it.

Gotta love public school.

Yeah.

- Well, see you.

- Bye.

I need you to mingle, Mchugh.

I need you to mingle, Mchugh.

Whose the guy at the raised table?

I don't know.

You go hit at him.

My, my, my! Little lost angels

come to play.

Why are you sitting up here?

Because, sweetheart, I own the joint.

You've never been here before, huh?

- Why?

- Because you're so f***ing hot!

I would have remembered

your fine ass.

- How you're doing?

- Okay, what's up?

- Get a headset.

- I don't know. I'll think about it.

Kuratha, the owner.

I haven't decided what

I want, yet, tonight.

What you want.

You know, a man, a woman,

a reptile.

I'll let you know

what I decide.

Baby, I can be

all of the above.

- Where did you get her?

- Pull her out of the academy.

Yeah.

- Great.

- Thank you.

- Oh, I'll be back.

- Please hurry.

You are fine, my God.

A little old for me, though.

- Anything?

- Nothing. You check your snitch?

- Nah, he's full of sh*t.

- Why did you say that?

I think he gave us Brian Wall,

some kind of street revenge.

You know, throw his ass

in jail or something.

All right, he's certainly not

full of sh*t about that.

Well, he was right about

the West Side.

He has been right about a lot of stuff.

Actually, it's kind of scary how right he is.

I know what you're thinking, Billie.

I can't.

He's right about too much, we're gonna

have to bring him in.

If he wasn't that right,

what good would he be?

- I know how hard it is...

- Ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh, ssh.

- Mchugh, what was that noise?

- A dial tone.

I can't leave the club and I can't

sit there talking to myself.

- So, what's up?

- Well, I got invited to a party.

- Should I go?

- What? You think I'm your dad? Come on!

You're the hotest thing

he's ever seen.

Alright already.

- Look, just keep him there as long as you can. Okay?

- Check.

Sh*t!

- Billie, what are you...

- What's wrong?

That girl over there.

It's Inspector Palmer's sister.

Come on.

Look, your friend Azrael has been up there

for an hour now,

no one's taking a bite

out of her.

Come up and I'll

buy you a drink.

Sh*t!

It's about time.

- I got you Midori Sour.

- I don't drink.

- I'm just waiting for my ride.

- Wait a second.

You guys are coming back

to my place, right?

I got a hot tub, an HDTV. Sh*t, you can

spend a week at my house

- and I'll never see you.

- No. Thanks.

- What are you afraid of?

- I didn't say I was afraid.

I said no.

How about show a little f***ing respect, huh?

You come to my place running that b*tch attitude

and I would smack you.

Totally, Sand. Chill out.

Now, you're coming.

So are you.

Let's get the hell

outta here.

Hey, you can't come back here.

- Don't mess with me, cop.

- Sand, is this yours?

I didn't order it.

Out.

Now you've made a mistake.

Of-f***-ser.

I'm here on personal business.

That's my sister.

Sand Palmer. You're the infamous

Billie Palmer.

You're the b*tch that

dropped Brian Wall.

Wow, you're bright.

Look, I've owned this club for years.

I haven't had any trouble with the law.

Sure you have.

How old are you, Azrael?

Come on.

B*tch.

Hey!

Wait a second.

Come on, don't say anything.

Sand, I'm sorry to have

upset you.

Look, I'm sorry. Alright?

I didn't mean to be rude.

I apologize.

What are you gonna do, sweetheart? Shoot me

in front of all these lovely witnesses?

Billie, no, no, no.

Put it down.

- Put it down.

- What are you doing?

We were just starting

to have a good time.

You.

Uh, come on, let's go inside.

What the hell were you

doing there, Sand?

Billie, what were you gonna do

to that guy?

Sand, you have any idea how

dangerous that guy is?

He is a murder suspect.

I'm sorry. I just wanted to have

some fun. I didn't know.

I'm really scared

all of a sudden.

Don't be scared. It's just...

Promise me you will not

go to that club again.

I promise.

Well, you look really stylish.

Yeah, regular runway model.

Look, I can't have you going out

for a little while, okay?

Okay.

Yeah.

Mchugh lost him.

[Billie sighs] How?

He went back inside the club, and, I don't know,

he just... suddenly wasn't there.

Are you sure he's gone?

Yeah, yeah. We checked out

the entire place.

What about his car?

Is his car still there?

No, the car is still there

but he isn't.

Sh*t.

I know, I know.

All right, I'm gonna hit the church.

Hello?

- Yeah.

- Banks.

- Did you get him?

- Church secretary.

Don't say dead.

How's deceased?

Looks like we made the networks.

Let's go.

Come on, move.

Inspector Palmer, is it true you're the

de facto head of the Cuneiform Cult investigation?

Excuse me.

- How many has the Cunieform Cult taken so far?

- Too many.

Inspector, is it true you shot a man

in the leg for no reason?

We'll be sending you a bill.

Whoo, whoo, I'm the homicide guy.

Ask me.

Watch your step here.

What's it say?

I'm not sure what

this one means?

This one I can read.

It's very simple.

It means 4.

That means 16.

4 down, 16 to go.

I should kill him.

- Where is Kuratha?

- Well, he's home now.

He got there about an hour ago.

Good. I want you to take

all your men off of him.

What?

I thought he was

your top suspect.

I want him all to myself.

Is this about what we're looking at here

or is it about what happened at the club?

It's about time and

we don't have any.

Hey, this guy is making good on

his promise, one a day.

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