Loose Cannons Page #2

I know. We discussed that.

We dealt with it.

If I have to, I have to. And I will.

Just don't be afraid to fail. Failure and

recovery is the natural order of things.

Don't worry about me, Father.

I'll be fine.

I haven't had a fragmentary episode

in months.

You're right. Absolutely.

You're the sanest person I know.

Actually, that's not very encouraging

coming from you. You're a psychiatrist.

Everyone you know is crazy. Or celibate.

Come on. I'll help you pack.

MacArthur Stern?

Yeah.

Capt. Doggett sent us out to get you.

Oh. I oversleep a little

and they send the cops on me.

There's been another killing.

- And they want us to go there now, right?

- That's what the captain says.

Nice place. Decorate it yourself?

F*** you.

Goddamn it, it's hot.

It must be 110 out here.

- Hey, Mac. How you been?

- Hey. Remember Camus?

Yeah. How's Claire?

- Claire? Claire's a born-again Christian.

- Go on. She's a Catholic.

Every time I go see my son, calls me

the Antichrist and hides under the bed.

Oh. Over here.

What's going on here?

- What the hell you got there, Stern?

- What, this? This is a cat.

Gonna track the killers with it?

Most people use dogs.

Come on, Weskit, we know it's a cat.

That's really funny, Weskit.

I had a fire in my apartment this morning.

I didn't want to leave him in the car,

so l... What do you got here?

Male, Caucasian,

teeth extracted, fingerprints zapped.

Here's where they pulled

the boat in to dump the body.

Must have been pretty big,

from the size of the hole.

Over at Quiller's Boatyard,

I've got two more bodies.

Counting four from the

other night, that makes seven.

Wow. What's with this guy? Who is he?

That man possesses the keenest

analytical mind I've ever seen, bar none.

Hey, Ellis, how you feeling? Come on,

pal. I want you to meet somebody.

I want you to meet your new partner.

Ellis Fielding, Mac Stern.

People just don't like you, Stern.

Let's get out of here. We're going to

the boatyard. Wrap it up here, Weskit.

- Yeah, you love me, don't you baby?

- Okay, okay, let's go. Get him in a bag.

It's inspiring to see a great

analytical mind at work.

Just wait. Just wait.

Tell him to slow down, will you?

I want to take some notes.

Go on, make cracks.

What's he doing now?

Hey, hey, somebody call a cop.

What?

Jesus Christ, another one.

A gorilla was murdered?

A guy in a gorilla suit was murdered at

the Hookers' Ball about a mile downriver.

- That explains the costumes.

- Okay, captain.

- You find something?

- It's pretty clear, sir.

Let's hear it.

Well, okay. It happened

approximately like this.

That launch there was being pursued

by another, probably larger, powerboat.

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