Solace Page #2

it's playful, but only one person

is playing here. it's solitaire,

Or is it something more?

Is it a cry for help?

An indication of

split personality disorder,

where the fiddler is

asking themselves, and us,

who they actually are? But no.

That's not consistent with the crime.

This is too controlled,

too sharp.

There's something else

going on here.

It's like he's looking for

someone.

- So?

- She likes hats.

Hey. How are we doing?

Fantastic.

Katherine works up a full

profile based on the note.

- Which she's finishing at home.

- Okay.

- I'll see you in the morning,

- Yes.

John.

How about I buy you dinner?

Special treat. Best place in town.

Do I need a jacket?

Hell, no, you don't, I got connections,

I know the maitre d'.

Goddamn it,

This is so good!

- John?

- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- For John, one more please. Yeah?

- Coming up.

My boy has a rough time in school.

Came home in tears again today.

- Being bullied?

- Yeah.

I don't know what to do.

Don't know. Give him a hug.

Tell him a joke.

- A joke?

- Yeah. A joke.

I don't know any jokes.

I'm serious, John. Come on.

In the name of friendship,

tell me a joke.

Me?

I don't know any jokes.

Okay, just one, Um...

This woman, Mrs. Jones, uh,

was suffering from

a rare heart condition.

The doctor prescribes male hormones

to up her testosterone, 2 pills a day.

A month later

she goes back to the doctor and says...

"That medicine

is doing wonders for my heart.

But I'm growing hair

where it has never grown before. "

"Don't worry, excessive hair is to be

expected. Where does ii grow exactly?"

She says, "On my balls, Doctor. "

it's funny, isn't it?

I can't tell that

to my little boy.

- Say "testicles"

- That cleans it right up.

Yeah. Biology.

- It's a good joke,

- Yeah.

I thought you'd like that.

Elizabeth told me

that's why she fell in love with you.

- Why was that?

- That smile.

- Oh, the smile.

- Not your joke telling.

John, do I have another

sandwich coming here or what?

Tonight, as we were

leaving Ethel Jackson's,

- you were onto something.

- Hmm.

Come on, John. Talk to me.

What do you know?

I want this over as quickly

and as badly as you do,

but you gotta tell me

what you're seeing.

I don't know yet.

John...

John.

Received an anonymous call

an hour ago offering way too specific

information about the Peter Ward murder.

Then listed a midtown address. Perimeter

is secured. They wait for us to go in.

Clear!

Clear!

Joe.

Take a look at this.

What do you think?

Four-sixteen. Bible verse?

No, it's the time.

Four minutes ago.

Four-sixteen precisely.

Your watch is fast.

F***. He's here.

- Are you good?

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