Lonely Hearts Page #3

What's the story?

We're supposed to be off duty.

Well the book says uh,

two detectives from Homicide.

What're you... doing here?

Me? I was losing.

Suspicious.

You are such a piece of sh*t.

That's not really the point,

is it?

Patty Forsythe, twenty-five.

Filleted the radial,

couple superficials.

Had a hard time getting started

but eventually got it right.

Good, all we need is...

some celery sticks and we can

have a couple Bloody Marys.

Why is this suspicious?

Why is it suspicious?

Well, look, tasty... dame.

Right? She got a nice place.

She got a job.

What, out of the blue

she just decides to play...

connect the dots with a razor?

Come on.

All right, everybody out.

Let's go.

I want names and badges.

Everyone.

Come... on.

- What the hell's wrong with you?

- Huh?

What do you mean

what's wrong with me?

It's a suicide.

A minute ago you said

it was suspicious.

Which is it?

It's a suspicious suicide.

How's that?

I make her a snow cone uh,

thirty-six to forty-eight.

Mm-hm.

She used ice.

Probably thought it would hurt.

Yeah... probably did.

Vascular contractions would

explain the false starts.

Alright, give me a liver...

temp on her.

So, since...

when is he back on the job?

He's always been on the job.

- Oh. Really?

- Mm.

See that, all this time I'm thinking

he works for the f***in' phone company.

You called us, remember?

- Mm-hm.

- He's top dick.

Yeah, he is.

You got that right.

Why don't you

keep your mouth shut.

Why?

What, is he gonna do something?

He's not gonna do anything.

You know why?

'Cause he's a f***ing pug.

Keep it up.

Donuts for the note.

Reilly's buying.

There's no note.

There is a note.

She wanted

to get somebody's attention.

You'd know all about that,

wouldn't you?

Hey.

Hey-hey. I can't...

You bite...

your f***in' tongue out, you...

Hey. hear me?

Huh?

I can't...

Found it.

Eclair for me, sh*t stick.

F*** you.

Hey.

Don't forget my father.

So your sister's got Eddie?

Yeah, but I still gotta go.

It's two in the morning.

Yup. I gotta go.

Where are my pants?

Over here.

How long you gonna

keep me a secret, huh?

You're no secret.

Trust me.

Shoes?

They're down over there.

Oh yeah. I heard the Dispatch.

You okay?

Yeah.

I mean come on, that's my job.

Been doing it a long time.

That doesn't

mean you're not human.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Hey, I'm... not your wife.

So don't treat me like one.

I'm sorry.

You know Eddie, he never cried.

Not even at the funeral.

No?

No.

Kid shouldn't

have to be that tough.

Neither should you.

Make you some eggs?

You're a doll.

But I gotta go.

Bye. See you later.

Okay. Wanna take my car?

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