The Editor Page #2

It was so horrible.

I can't get it out of my head.

I gotta give it

to you straight, Ciso.

Your work ain't great,

but I'm gonna need your help

to pull this thing off

now without a leading man.

Leading man? I'm happy to

step up to the plate, Francesco.

Rey, you must know Cal Konitz?

Claudio's sidekick

in the picture.

Hi... Wow, you should have

warned me about that.

Hopefully you'll be seeing a

lot more of me in the picture.

- Am I right, Francesco?

- This is Cesare.

He's going to be taking on

Claudio's part.

We're damn lucky to get

such a good lookalike.

The only damn problem is

he doesn't speak a word

- of English. Do you Cesare?

- Niente, niente.

Ah hell, that's what

dubbing is for!

Oh, Francesco.

Uh, I was actually

talking to Cesare and he kind of

- wants to play the sidekick.

- Francesco, I don't think...

I know you don't think, Rey.

That's my job.

Your job is to earn the 75

bucks a week I pay you.

Oh, Francesco. I, uh, actually

shot this footage this morning

and I think you could use it

for my demo reel

for me to play Claudio.

You see this Rey? You'll have

to learn this new medium.

It's what we'll be shooting

our next movie on.

How do I get the film out

of this little black box?

Good one, Rey.

I knew it would be

fun having a cripple around.

What about that editor?

Didn't you tell me

all the victims were missing

the same fingers he was?

You're right. That might be

a good place to start.

Come on, Porfiry. This is your

chance to prove yourself.

Prove myself, sir?

Look. You've been on the force,

what, a year?

Now you and I both know that

my daughter had a lot to do

- with you getting promoted.

- No, I...

Damn if I don't give that girl

anything she wants.

My daughter better come

out of this unscathed.

- Do you understand me, Porfiry?

- Uh-huh.

I got Giancarlo keeping

an eye on her

24/7 in the meantime.

Okay.

And you should really use

your service revolver.

That foreign knock-off of yours

is going to

get someone killed.

I've tried the revolvers.

I prefer the 1911.

Well, all I know is my partner

twenty years ago

used one of those foreign

weapons and he almost

blew his hand off.

You don't need to worry, sir.

I won't let you down.

No, you won't,

because if you do you are

going to be back in uniform

handing out parking tickets

for the rest of your life.

Unscathed.

You got that, Porfiry?

She matches the description.

I demand to know who

you men are!

She's your killer.

We're going to prove it.

Five thousand dollars

says this is a mask.

Sh*t.

I'm gonna push it right there.

Yep. It'll stick. Come on.

Get back on there.

And... she's good.

I don't even have five

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