The Killing Gene

Detective Westcott, Eddie Argo.

Eddie, be nice.

How's it going?

Have you eaten yet?

No. Couldn't eat.

Jack!

Ed, how ya doin'?

What ya got?

Coupla kids found 'em.

Burning.

looks like maybe she was electrocuted.

She's Sharon Williams

Wesley Smith's girlfriend.

Wes?

Well, maybe she's better off dead.

Who's Wesley Smith?

Pimp. Gangster.

All around piece of sh*t.

Wanna take a shot?

Go ahead.

Premeditated.

Obviously.

lt was maybe sexual.

Dumping her could just be panic.

Though why here?

Why not in the river?

Why not just chop her up in pieces

and stuff her in the dumpster?

Looks like 'WAZ".

Or 'Wes".

Either way,

somebody don't like Wesley.

Maybe they just don't like her.

Yeah.

Y'know, if you carve something

into the belly of a dead woman...

it ain't her you want to read it.

F***in' gangbangers.

What if the child wasn't Wesley's?

Maybe he got jealous.

Let's see if he's grieving.

Well, there's Pierre Jackson's crew.

The driver's Danny Leone.

That's Pierre -

local A**hole Number One.

Yo, yo, yo, Pierre, what up, man?

That's Assan's gang.

The only competition

he's got left here.

That's Jamal Osman,

another of Pierre's a**holes.

Can't see Wesley, though.

So, a rival gang is high

on your list of suspects?

No.

These bastards

ain't the electrocuting kind.

They're more like:

"F***in' hate you!'' Bang!

Well...

Bad guys...

Go question.

Hey!

We're looking for Wesley Smith.

Well, he sure as hell

ain't looking for you.

You new, baby?

You look kinda fuckable for a cop.

You want some thug dick, mommy?

- Yeah, she wants it bad!

Snow White! She's not bad...

You seen Wesley?

- What you down on Wes for?

Yeah, what the f*** you want, b*tch?

His girlfriend

was murdered last night.

Electrocuted.

- F*** that!

What the f*** you talkin' about?

- So, have you seen him?

What you think? Wes did it?

Why the f*** is he gonna off his girl

when she havin' his baby and sh*t?

lf you're lookin' for a suspect,

maybe you need to take a look

at f***in' Assan over here.

Why the f*** would l waste my time

fizzin' a chicken head skank

like that ho, huh?

Motherf***er!

Put it away.

Yo, Argo!

Snuffing a pregnant girl would

be right up your alley, Pierre.

Two helpless victims in one.

Night full of kicks.

Throw her in the bath.

Maybe toss a heater in after her.

Come on, man! We were rolling

with her just last night.

Aha...

What?

Selling sh*t to kids down

at your place in Denver Street?

What you talkin' 'bout, man?

- Shut up! F*** off, Jamal!

Oh, so it's Stenman Street, huh?

Thanks.

Pierre, come on, man!

Argo!

- Hey yo, Pierre!

Shut the f*** up! You in that?

F***ing come on, man!

l'll bet you are.

You like a new lag, huh?

Hey, don't you want to

chomp down on this for me?

Hey yo, b*tch!

You should go for it.

No pillow talk.

Could be useful.

l was warned you were an a**hole.

l think you did great!

Apart from nearly getting us killed.

You want a blow job?

l suck dick good for ten bucks.

Elly, it's me.

Wesley around?

He went up there.

lt might have been yesterday.

Hi, Dominic.

- It's okay, baby.

Oh f***!

To Wesley Smith!

To Wesley Smith!

A f***in' a**hole

who will not be missed!

Okay. Cute.

Back to work.

l hope all that blood

don't give ya nightmares.

l'm thinkin' someone ought to,

y'know, take care of you tonight.

l'd rather be electrocuted.

No offence.

Oh sh*t!

Yeah, we'll send someone 'round.

Okay.

So you really think

he deserved to die?

Sure.

l wish l'd done it myself.

Nice party.

Post-mortem incision.

Electrocution around the head.

Like an execution.

lnternal organs, brain, et cetera,

all cooked, of course,

at about eight p.m. Iast night.

Now, they both have traces

of an extremely strong,

fast-acting sedative.

One that's normally used

to tranquilize animals.

Out in less than half a minute,

awake again in an hour.

So that links them to the same guy.

She was electrocuted.

Wes here was tortured.

You think they were together

when she was electrocuted?

Did he hang himself

or was it made to look that way?

Looks like suicide.

What's this?

This burn on his fingers?

Only thing that doesn't fit.

lt's the only burn on him.

Could it be electrical?

Like from a switch?

Could be.

What, you think he electrocuted

his pregnant girlfriend?

l dunno.

Maybe he didn't.

But he sure as hell

didn't slice the sh*t outta himself.

ls your apartment this much of a mess?

Much worse.

lt needs a woman's touch.

Yeah, in your dreams.

How about you?

Live alone?

Or you got a boyfriend

to keep you warm?

Alone.

Ouch!

And you'll never forgive him, right?

Whatever.

Just here.

You must be on some racket

to be able to afford this!

Turning tricks?

See you tomorrow.

See ya.

You got five bucks?

What do l look like? A millionaire?

Did Wes have any new enemies

you haven't told me about?

Pierre and Jamal

still think it was Assan's crew.

This was no stupid ghetto drive-by.

This was psychological, sadistic.

That's your problem, Eddie.

You underestimate people, man.

And sh*t, if Pierre knew

l was rolling with you,

you'd see some f***in' sadism!

Did l tell you

even his dick got sliced?

ls this real grief?

Or are you just scared

the guy who sliced Wes

won't like you too much, either?

He got what was coming to him, Danny.

That crazy-ass b*tch from next door.

Always wantin' back

for somethin', man.

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