The January Man Page #4

of two years ago?

Now understand this.

There was no hard evidence

of graft, all right?

What's going to happen to him?

Just a second.

Let me finish...

or you can come up here

and do it.

Now, because he was

under a cloud...

we were under a cloud.

So we made what you might call

a political decision.

And he was wonderful.

He put the department's good

ahead of his good.

He could have fought it,

but he knew what he'd destroy.

And I respect him for that.

And at this moment, I think

he's the obvious choice...

in this dangerous juncture of

time to lead the investigation.

Because we have

to do something...

and I think

that Lieutenant Starkey...

can make it happen.

That's all for today.

The show is over.

I gotta go.

Bye-bye.

Commissioner Starkey,

how do you feel...

about your brother being named

special investigator?

I'm very glad

my brother's been reinstated.

Obviously, I was grieved...

by his difficulties

of two years ago...

and hoped the day might come

when he could resume his career.

That day has come.

No one is happier than me.

Yeah, you look ecstatic.

That was police...

Cone.

Come in here.

Yes, sir?

When Lieutenant Starkey

reports, keep him away from me.

Give him Olson's old office.

Lieutenant Starkey's

already reported, sir.

He has?

Yes, sir...

and he didn't like

Olson's old office...

so he took the big one

down at the end of the hall.

He doesn't like Olson's office?

He said the light was no good.

What light?

You know, sir. The sunlight.

Sunlight?

What's he need sunlight for?

For Ed.

For Ed?

Yes, sir.

Who's Ed?

The painter.

That office doesn't need

to be painted.

He's not that kind of painter,

Captain.

He's... you know,

he paints paintings.

He's an artist.

What's going on here?

Captain.

You told him?

Yeah.

You told him about the painter?

Yeah.

I got a sweet tooth

for this sh*t.

I love it.

Captain.

Hi, Butch.

Captain Alcoa.

You want some espresso?

Do I hear crickets?

Yeah. It's a tape.

Isn't it great?

Who's that?

That's Ed.

The painter?

That's right.

You want sugar?

Why's the furniture in the hall?

I didn't want it.

I wanted space.

Did you miss me?

I don't have anyplace

to put that furniture...

if it's not in here.

I don't want it.

But I'll tell you

what I do want...

all reports, photos,

news accounts...

background of any kind

on every one of the murders.

In order of priority...

everything

on that last murder first.

Second priority... everything

on the very first murder.

You must have

a shitload of stuff by now.

We do.

It's like a library.

It's in 202.

Then leave it in 202.

I'll go to it.

OK.

And put Ed on the payroll.

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