The Wizard of Gore Page #4

Burned girl's apartment, it turns out,

was a gold mine of information.

Looks like she was going

to write her memoirs.

Unfortunately,

there was nothing in them

about who owns

or runs March Hare or where it's at.

She ripped a bunch of these, though,

from the place's security cams.

As we speak,

LAPD is going through them

and identifying clients...

Why are you bringing this to me?

I mean it's got nothing to do with me.

Maggie worked for March Hare.

No, she didn't.

Yes. Just one of the many things

you're in denial about.

I am not in denial about anything.

Maybe... Maybe the f***ing tetro...

You knew those girls were plants.

You knew Cayenne...

I know Cayenne from

Jumbo's Clown Room.

You're telling me stuff I already know.

A picture is worth

a thousand words, Eddie.

Watch this and tell me I'm wrong.

You know I can't play that

in this house.

Do yourself a favor.

Chip off enough of that trust fund,

you know, and enter the 21st Century.

Get yourself something to play it on.

After you do, don't call me.

You'll see why.

Just tell me what is on the video.

Just tell me what's on the video.

Maggie for one thing, you for another.

Stop being so vague.

That's the last thing

you want me to do

because I'm this far

from dropping a dime on you,

- best friend or not...

- Don't keep secrets from me.

I think you could do it.

I think you might be

a bad man, Ed Bigelow.

A very, very bad man.

So it turns out I do know a magician.

Rat f*** of a magician, I bet.

And in case you have any doubts,

yes, you got a dose, a big one.

You stink of it.

I can hear it in every move you make.

We killed the tetro program

when they figured out

the body could only take so much.

Bad for the bones.

Can't have a hit man

that sounds like a cheap wind-up toy.

And wiped-out memory or no,

you can't have one that's

dying in some prison

curled up in a fetal position

because his ribs collapse

and crush his heart.

It's too many questions.

Why didn't you tell me

any of this before?

Because I got a bad dose myself.

The last time you saw me,

I wasn't thinking clearly.

I had gaps in my memory.

But I was cleansing.

The leeches bled it...

Settle down.

I'm out of leeches,

and I am not going through that again.

You want to get rid of it,

you got to bleed it out.

So you're not going to help me at all.

Did I say that? Did I say that?

You seem to have forgotten

or were made to forget

that I have a lot of business dealings,

have my fingers in a lot of nasty pies.

You want something,

you know where to look,

you can find it.

Our magician friend came to me,

asking me for tetro.

I don't ask questions

when I'm moving quantity.

He meets my price.

I'm feeling generous,

so I offer him one of my girls,

and you should have seen

his eyes light up

and said he needed girls.

Some show he was planning.

I have... had... a stable of girls

I offer him for the week.

We shake on it,

and the next thing I know,

my dumb ass is dosed.

And the next thing I know,

my girls are gone.

And the next thing I know,

they start showing up dead.

Now here is where you come in.

I had a girl...

one that left me

a week before,

a real thoroughbred of a girl,

had it in for one of my best clients.

This guy put so much money on her

it was like he had her

on layaway already

so I cut her loose with my blessing.

And her name is Maggie, right?

Merry Christmas, Scoop.

From here on, find your own way.

Where have you been?

I snuck out.

Geek character followed me,

but I got to my car first.

And it took you this long to get home?

He kept following me in his car.

I mean, you wouldn't think

someone like that could drive,

let alone someone gives

that creepy bugger a license.

So there was a show.

Obviously.

After I lost him,

I had to go and download

the video from the show

and burn a DVD so we could watch it.

These things take time.

Is Jinky here?

Lt'll be up in a second. We can watch it.

Why would Jinky be here?

I just figured he'd be here.

Just chill out, okay?

Maggie, do you think I'm a bad man?

I think...

A slightly weird man, yeah.

And a sweaty man, definitely.

A bad man, uh...

No, I don't think you're a bad man.

Let me ask you this.

Do you think you're a whore?

What?

Do you think you're a whore?

A prostitute?

A slut, Maggie?

Because I don't know who you are.

And I don't know

what you do for a living.

And I don't even know

how we met, Maggie.

We met, uh...

We met, uh...

We met at church.

Yeah.

That was a joke that I made up

on the spot, remember?

It's like our lives started that night.

And before that, you were just a whore,

and I was a bad man.

And our lives now are just an illusion.

You shouldn't say that.

You sound like him.

We have to go back and stop him.

It's on now.

It's about what's inside.

What is inside you.

Sit.

I am using this

to push the towel

down young sir's throat.

You can hear me... grunt

as I push it... deeper...

deeper...

Is it beautiful?

Young sir is feeling

as though he is suffocating.

Or is it ugly?

This changes everything.

It's not the trick. It's the rhythm

of his voice is different.

And it's not what he's saying.

It's just... It's written all over his face.

While he's trying to tell us what to see,

it's like he's struggling

to remember what to say.

Greetings.

Just remember that

whatever happens up there

is not real, okay?

And then, after the show,

we got to stick together.

We got to watch each other's back.

I can't go through with it.

What's in that thing?

We can go through with this.

Oh, my God!

It's going to have to be another way.

Um, I'd like to say

I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Sit.

Sit down, b*tch.

You die tonight.

I'd like to say I'm sorry, too,

but it's better this way.

Eyes front.

You cannot move.

You cannot even know

if you are really here.

If you will.

- Ooh!

- Whoa!

One of magic's many beauties

is that the illusion can begin

long before the audience even knows

it is going to be tricked.

Trick.

A word with so many meanings.

You fake your own...

reality.

You...

the things that you believe

about yourself.

Delusions.

The things that you tell yourself.

Lies.

Are you ready...

for...

the truth?

Jinky's body has disappeared,

and in magic,

vanishing is just the old bait and switch.

Dell's body burned in an apartment

without any fire damage.

She was dumped downtown.

What I'm doing I can't be doing

where I think I'm doing it.

"You got a dose. A big one."

It's just like the show.

Montag tells the audience what to see,

but he's not doing anything.

"I'm forcing the towel

down young sir's throat."

If there's no magic,

what's the purpose of the magician?

If there's no crime scene,

where are the crimes taking place?

Maggie, where will you die tonight?

Why will you die tonight?

One of magic's many beauties

is that the illusion can begin

long before the audience even knows

it is going to be tricked.

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