The Lost Angel Page #5
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This twisted, sick, f*** has us as
his own personal audience.
We don't have anything
on Kuratha.
Oh, he does fit the profile better than
anyone else we've looked at.
He fits yours, let's see
if he fits mine.
Father, you seem to know the scripture pretty well,
is there a commandment that I'm not aware of?
One that says that it's okay to lie
about protecting church secrets?
Inspector!
The secret tunnel. I've been there,
and so has our guy.
Ah... yes, I thought you
would find it.
What's it for?
It was built by a prior
owner of the house,
his wife's grave.
The grave is quite overgrown now.
It lies in the eastern forest.
Who knows about it?
No one. It is not on
the original plans.
It was found by accident
30 years ago.
What else?
How did you get
that scar, Father?
- Billie!
- Back off.
Answer me.
- A woman cut me.
- Why?
Because...
- I was trying to stop her.
- From what?
From sinning.
There are some things I...
I do not wish to discuss.
Some things that I wish
I could forget.
But I cannot.
I must not.
And I will not discuss them with you.
What about this guy Kuratha?
The guy you ex-communicated.
I find it better not to discuss those
who have been ex-communicated.
Can you try to make him see 'cause I am
this close to pressing charges?
Father, I'm... I'm sorry.
Now you know what
you must do.
I have no idea.
What? You must keep
the woman away.
I don't see how that's possible
now that she knows.
You have your job to do,
and I have mine.
Now, I need you to stay here.
Well, how long you're gonna be?
I don't know. Uh, listen to
some music or something.
It's my sister's.
All right. Sure.
Whoo, whoo, this is
a private club.
Where did you disappear to
last night?
Last night?
I was at a birthday party.
That's right.
And I happen to catch the news there.
Yeah, I saw the thing about the Cuneiform Cult.
[Kuratha laughs]
You earn your money.
Would anyone remember seeing you
at this party?
Only about 120 people.
It's my party.
Downtown...
- Happy birthday.
- What is this?
It's like you're down for the count, dude.
This... this is bullshit!
What? So you got my fingerprints
on a bag of dope.
Like that's gonna hold up anywhere.
I'll be out in a minute, lady.
Dispatcher, this is SCSI 911
1028 Siera 912 Mary 4.
Roger, driver does not have his license,
I'll be searching the vehicle.
It's such bullshit!
Shut up!
Freeze!
[Billie chuckles]
Thanks, Padre.
Right on time.
This is your best suspect?
We can establish motive. Publicly
threaten revenge on St. Rita's.
How many years ago?
Look, he was unaccounted for
during the kill.
I got a deaf priest
I can hang it on.
This guy, he really set me off.
Be good to be right.
What's the search turning up?
- Jack.
- He's clean?
No, no. He's got some dope. And homemade
pornos. But there's nothing serious.
Christ! I hope we got
the right guy.
How are you gonna handle this?
Just don't record anything.
What's she gonna do?
If I knew, Chief, I wouldn't
try to talk her out of it.
50 bucks on the break.
You're on.
We don't need these, do we?
Talk off your clothes.
F*** off.
Take off your clothes.
No.
Take off your clothes now.
Sit down.
You don't like strong women, do you?
You wanna f*** me?
Hmm?
No, I don't wanna f*** you.
No. You don't want to f*** me?
Hmm?
- Yes.
- Yes what?
Yes, I wanna f*** you.
No, you're not hard.
Come on!
Just... give me a minute.
How are you gonna f*** me?
Get it hard! What's wrong with you?
You f***ing puke!
Come on, get it hard.
Get that dick hard!
Why are you doing this to me?
I can't let you leave.
It's gone too far.
I'm not gonna say anything, okay?
I don't wanna die.
We'll take this out on somebody.
I swear to God.
Please just let me go.
Please!
Why should I let you go home?
Because I didn't f***ing do this!
Okay. But you're gonna be a good little boy
and you're gonna give DNA to the policeman.
- Okay.
- Okay.
F***ing b*tch!
Well, psychotically perverse
on a number of levels.
I want semen, hair,
skin, the works.
Is he our perp?
No. I've pushed all the right buttons to
motivate an RTK serial psychotic.
What the f*** does that mean?
It means he would've killed me
and gotten a hard-on.
He could've faked it.
No, he'd have to be a great actor.
Like you.
I gotta go and pick up
the deaf priest.
We'll watch him.
- I wanna bring him in.
- No. Get some rest.
That's an order.
Try not to make any noise.
I got rugrats.
Yeah? Girls and boys.
You, get to your room.
Two b*tches.
I was too hot
for their own good.
Future pregnant runaways.
Let's, uh, f***ing ...
Don't move, or I'll kill everybody.
Please don't hurt my sister.
I don't want you
making any noise.
Please, not her.
I ain't gonna hurt her.
- Billie?
- I'm just ganna play.
Billie? Billie, what's going on?
Just do what he says.
It's gonna be okay.
Billie?
Sand.
Sand, can I come in?
Yeah.
It's gonna be okay.
You're going to be fine.
I will protect you.
Billie, I don't know what
you're talking about.
Oh, nothing. Just let me
stay here, okay?
No.
Please.
Look, we cannot keep doing this.
I need to know that you're safe.
Billie, I am safe.
I've been talking with Tom
a lot lately at lunch.
His dad forces him to play sports,
but he really wants to be a journalist.
I was just thinking how much
I wanted to go out with him.
considering how I am.
When he picked me up,
I couldn't sleep.
I was thinking to myself, just how sick
I am of all of this.
I was just so sick of everything.
I asked Tom to the dance.
Straight up.
Real good.
What did he say?
What do you think he said?
I'm a Palmer, goddammit.
I was kinda one of
life's car accidents.
But I don't deserve
to suffer for it.
And neither do you.
I love you so much.
I'm so sorry that
I wasn't there for you.
I just don't know how.
I'm sorry.
I know you are.
I borrow some clothes.
You can have them.
Take my whole wardrobe.
Wow! You really are a heartbreaker.
Oh, I only want one heart.
I can't tell you how happy
this makes me.
- You gonna change your room?
- I can start listening to Britney Spears.
It's a gradual process.
Take your time.
- What's that?
- The bus.
The... the bus?
Yeah. Azrael disowned me, so
I take the bus now.
Well, gotta go. See ya!
Okay, have a good day.
Bus.
[Billie chuckles]
That's the end of it. And there ain't
no more so this better be good.
- You got all the answers, don't you?
- I heard something. It might help.
Yeah. So...
You believe me?
I'm listening.
- If I'm right?
- I'll get you more.
Thing I heard, somebody's going after
the priest's ears.
You mean Father Kevin?
Priest at St. Rita's.
Who said that?
No, no, no, no.
You don't get that.
Oh, oh... Now you're gonna
rough me up?
Where did you get that name?
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