Wolfen Page #2

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- Fuchek, what do you got?

Business enemies he ain't got.

Just one big corporate family.

Political, well, there's the action.

The family's got interests

on every continent.

Funding a government overthrow.

Putting a mine in some holy ground.

Moving a town.

A real friend of the Third World.

International terrorism, huh?

- You got quadrant four secured already?

- Yes, I do.

- Punch me up 20 on this.

- Roger, 20.

Got a demo run faction.

File facts negative so far.

Unknown radical connections.

Wait, wait. Give me the stats on 20.

- Well, hello! That's Van der Veer's niece.

- Have the police pick her up.

Give me 20.

Somewhere in the world, every other day...

...a corporate executive is kidnapped

or assassinated...

...netting ransoms in excess of $1 billion...

...and forcing the expenditure of $50 million

in corporate security measures.

Transnational terrorism would rival

their victims in profit if you guys...

I want her.

...sophisticated Joseph Richmond, central

chemical plant manager in Columbia.

Yeah?

Good morning.

Hi! Good morning. Come in. Sit down.

I was reading the response you got

on that Psychology of Violence report.

- That must be very gratifying.

- Yes, it is.

Good.

I'm teaming you up with Dewey Wilson

on the Van der Veer case.

I didn't know he was back.

I thought he retired. Disabled. Mental?

He had a lot of family problems.

He started to drink a little too much. He...

Police work piled up on him.

He's a good man. You'll like him.

Okay, fine.

We also had a little break this morning.

Van der Veer's niece was picked up.

She's Weather underground.

I want you to chat her up.

Put her on your machine.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

So what's new on the international

mutilation front? Run down the list.

Well, kneecappings, Red Brigade, Italy.

Slashed Achilles tendons,

eyes gouged out, ears cut off...

...Red Army faction.

Let's see, PFLP, Carlos,

Baader, Tuperamos...

...Fifth Estate, a few decapitations.

The Uno Mondo.

They slash off the male genitalia.

The cock and balls.

They stuff them in their victim's mouth.

- You ever seen anybody killed?

- Pardon me?

Somebody's insides on a wall?

Hold your nose.

So, who collects brains?

It's probably a symbol.

Miss Rensselaer

probably went to Radcliffe...

...and took a course in symbolism.

- What is your full name?

- Cicely Marie Rensselaer.

- What city are we in?

- That's a good question.

- Well, what city?

- We're in New York, aren't we?

We're in New York.

What are you watching?

She is an urban guerrilla

fighting the just war...

...against all us fascist swine.

And she is a chain-jerked...

...p*ssy of an amoral society.

Well, that's what she's just been called.

What is this crap?

Am I on some kind of a lie detector?

You know that would be illegal.

Yeah, the whole room's a lie detector.

This is a high-end infrared imager.

Well, you were always a good kid...

The register's heat changes

in the 8 to 12 micron range.

Thermo-graphic systems equipment,

voice analyzers.

Computers and recorders are back there.

Micro-frequency levels

indicate psychological stress.

These things should be monitoring

Congress and the White House.

Country would grind to a halt.

This stuff's all remote. Covert.

You don't hook them up with...

...a bandage on the arm and a sweat meter.

One death is a tragedy. A million

is a statistic. You tell me about our wars.

Tell me about three deaths.

Three deaths?

Well?

She's hiding something.

Did you, or anyone you know, participate

in the murder of Christopher Van der Veer?

That's one startled kid.

Are you aware of any information...

...about the murder

of Christopher and Pauline Van der Veer?

It wasn't a murder, Rebecca.

- It wasn't a murder, Rebecca.

- It was an execution.

Jesus Christ!

It was an execution.

It wasn't a murder, Rebecca.

It was an execution.

She's lying.

She knows nothing about the murders.

Got you. Urban guerilla.

Till your goddamn trust fund runs out.

- You're sure she's lying?

- Absolutely.

- Great! Now where does that leave us?

- Like this just didn't happen.

I got to get straight.

What'll you give me for it?

No Hustler pinups!

I don't think

this has anything to do with terrorism.

What does it have to do with?

- Paranoia.

- Paranoia?

Your people want it to be political.

It justifies your existence.

She was a logical suspect.

What weapon did that?

Why hasn't anybody called the press?

Especially for such a beautiful job.

They all don't right away.

You wanna a shot?

- Have you got any ice?

- Only in my heart.

"God, guns and guts...

"...made America. Let's keep all three."

Why are you a cop?

Oh, I like to kill. It's a habit

I picked up and it's...

It's hard to shake.

Killed anyone lately?

Well, I tried to kill a rabbit this morning,

but it went down a hole.

What do you make of that?

Well, something sexual, I suppose.

Good night, Dewey.

Good night, Rebecca.

- Where are you staying?

- A company apartment.

Got a ride?

- You asking?

- Yeah.

No.

You want one?

Not tonight.

Stop! Stop!

Jesus Christ!

Over here! Come over here!

- Come on, man, hurry!

- Come on, let's go take a look.

Cesspool! Look at this sewer!

Jesus Christ!

Didn't expect that kind of work in here.

How many houses

did the Van der Veers have?

Locust Valley, Long Island, the Bahamas...

...Johannesburg, Rome, San Francisco...

...and this little pied--terre.

Peter Van der Veer.

And old John Joachim, himself.

He even looks like God!

Except his hands are in his pockets.

They'd better be! He's got

about four dead presidents in them.

Mrs. Van der Veer painted this?

- It's such a disturbing picture!

- It sure disturbs me.

- She was asking for help.

- With her art lessons.

It's not me.

- Got a phone I could use?

- On the desk.

What's this?

Mr. Van der Veer's real estate project.

Ground breaking ceremony was Saturday.

- Whittington.

- Dew.

They found some body parts

in the South Bronx.

- What's the South Bronx got to do...

- This is hot, man! Meet me at Baldy's.

I'll be right there.

We've got hair files on every race running,

plus your basic sub-flavors.

Facial, axillary, chest, pubic.

They're all different. All identifiable.

The one on the left came off

the Bronx kidney.

The one on the right was found

on Pauline Van der Veer.

Identical.

A hair is like a fingerprint.

And those two

came from the same source.

What are they?

Captain, they don't match anything I have.

All I know is they ain't human.

And in New York?

South Bronx and Wall Street.

What's the connection?

They're both dead.

- Thanks, Baldy.

- Thank you.

- See you, Baldy.

- Keep combing it.

My God!

- I haven't been in a church in years.

- Lost your faith?

No. I got married in one.

Is he still around?

Not anymore.

I was an altar boy once.

An old nun ran the show.

Used to beat the sh*t out of me.

- Take a look inside?

- No, thanks.

- What was that?

- What?

That sound! Like a baby!

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