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our own here, ricci.

- Yes, sir.

So go pick him up,

and the next case

up is yours.

Thank you, sir.

( Knocking )

Hello?

Inspector morrell?

Inspector morrell?

( C*cks gun )

No! don't do it!

What the f***?

( Breathing heavily )

your gun.

I thought you

were going to

shoot yourself.

- Who the hell are you?

- Detective sergeant ricci.

Your door was open.

My door is open because

the lock is busted

and the super's

going to fix it.

What were you doing

with that?

I was cleaning my weapon.

Is there a law against that?

- In here?

- In here, the light

is good--

look, lady,

how can I help you?

Sorry, sir.

I'm your new partner.

( Laughing, chattering )

( Banging )

God damn it.

F***.

Hey! don't play

around here!

Stupid-ass kids.

What, you never

heard of knocking?

Who the f*** are you?

Who the f*** you think

you are coming in--

( grunting )

Come here,

sit down.

Easy, man.

If you want my stash,

you can have it.

It's right there.

- Take it, it's right there.

- Shut up.

You're still the sniveling

little weasel, I see.

Good to see ya.

I need a place to operate

from for a few weeks.

This'll do.

Who are you?

Ricci:

excuse me, sir, but...

The guys at the

precinct must've been

jerking me around.

They said you caught Whitman

by biting his nose off.

Didn't do any good,

doctors set it right back on.

Why'd he do that

to his victims?

I mean, kill them the way

saints were martyred?

Whitman was

a biblical scholar.

Very respected,

very psychotic.

His father was a minister

and he beat his wife

for having imagined affairs,

he didn't believe his kids

were his own kids,

and he made their

lives a living hell, okay?

The mother did

nothing to help?

No, she was too afraid.

So Whitman killed

all those women

because he hated his mother

for not saving him.

It's called

displacement rage.

Sounds like we been

reading the same books.

( Laughs )

I'm interested

in people.

They're like puzzles.

I mean, you for instance.

They say you studied

to be a priest,

memorized the Bible

word for word.

That's how you decoded

the chapter and verse quotes

Whitman left on the bodies,

how you found his hideout.

Ricci, where's this going?

Nowhere, sir.

I just--

I just wanted you

to know I was

honored to be your

new partner.

You'll get over

that real soon.

( Chuckles )

( Radio chatter )

Officer:

i got plates

on all of these.

Hello, ricci.

- How ya feel?

- Got my new suit on,

I'm ready.

Good.

After you take

a look inside,

let me know if you

really want this case.

I need your mind

on this one,

but if you have

the slightest doubt

I'll put you on

something else

and bring in

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