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Until my side hurt so much

I couldn't run anymore.

Then I go to sleep. I go to sleep

under a God damn stair case.

I don't sleep, you know, because

try to sleep. I can't sleep.

Come here.

- Feel better?

- I stink. And I just want to cry.

You know, I haven't cried

since I was a little kid.

- I just want to cry.

- Go ahead, it's okay.

No, but I'm supposed

to be a man.

Christ. I don't know what

I'm supposed to be.

You know, everything I touch

on the outside turns to sh*t!

Maybe I am

an institutionalized person.

Maybe I can't make

it outside the slammer.

That I belong inside there

like an animal in a cage.

Right, we can have those conjugal

visits once every four months

if we got married.

Why do I stay

with a dumb ex-junkie.

I don't know. Why?

Well, I think there's a lot

of good in you somewhere.

Yeah, where?

I'm looking.

I'm looking.

I get all this evil dreams,

you know?

Evil dream!

Go up way!

And I walk upside up top

of this building.

And I see dead things

and a nest, you know?

A rat's nest.

No, well-- no, it couldn't have

been a rat's nest.

It was bigger than that.

It was big.

And there was something in it

that looked like an egg.

But it couldn't have been

an egg, I mean,

there aren't any eggs-- I mean,

there's no eggs that big.

Jesus. And there's a hole

in the roof

so it can get in and get out.

So it can get in and out?

Yeah.

I just want to sleep.

When you wake up, we'll have

some nice bacon and eggs.

No eggs. I don't want to

ever see another egg ever.

Quetzalcoatl,

I am the plume serpent.

I fly and I crawl.

Earth and air.

Mud and sky.

I have fallen,

but I will rise again.

All right, what did you

bring me down here for?

I hope it's something good.

I thought you might want

to look at this one.

What is it?

Another skinning job?

Almost as crazy.

Doctor said the heart

was removed quite carefully

and quite precisely.

Number two.

The human sacrifice theory, huh?

Well, listen.

The donor's heart

is ritually removed,

be presented to the gods.

Sure sounds like it doesn't it?

Luckily all we have to do nowadays is

take the wafer and drink the wine.

That's what I call

being civilized.

Personally I trust that curator or

anybody else we talked to over there.

I think they're all

a bunch of freaks.

And one of those freaks is probably

the person running around,

slicing people up.

Well, then what we need

is to have a run down on all

of the employees of the museum.

Everybody from the night Porter

to the security guard, the works.

Well, what I'm

particularly interested in

is anyone who has

any medical background.

You know, someone with some

expertise with surgical tools.

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