The Laughing Mask Page #2

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help me flip the body. - We got some ink. - Whoa whoa whoa,

wait a minute here. I've seen that tattoo before. - You are just making yourself

the prime suspect today. - Wait, where

have you seen that? - It's Wink's brand. He's known to tattoo his girls. Brands them like they're cattle. - Who's Wink? - You've really been out of the action for awhile Kate, huh? Let me fill you in. Wink is this lowlife

pimp, drug pushing piece of sh*t and he's part

of The Rancors. - What the hell's a Rancor? - New crime syndicate,

just popped up out of nowhere last few months. Wink, well he runs

their prostitution ring. - I mean what the hell have you guys been doing since

I've been out? Why didn't you bring him in? - Well you see, he's

a slippery bastard. This guy always has an alibi. Nobody wants to testify, no one. Anybody who tries,

they disappear. - Where is he? - He's known to hang out at this strip club called The Barn. - I'm gonna go find him. - Are you sure you're

up for this, O'Malley? First day back on the job,

maybe you should take it easy, you know? I can go check it out. - (laughs) Sure, Cordo,

you just wanna check out the girls, man. - And your point? - No, you guys finish up here. I got this. Stop looking at my ass, Cordova! - Come on! It's one of the few perks

from working with ya. (phone rings) - Crap. Hey Lloyd, what's up? - Did you forget

something, Kate? - Oh f***, Nancy,

is she all right? - [Lloyd] She is now. Forgetting to pick up

our daughter at school? What the hell is wrong with you? - I got racked up with this-- - Let me guess,

it was an emergency. - There was a murder. - [Lloyd] So you're

back at work? Still, the body wasn't

going anywhere. Listen, I know

you don't care about how I feel, but Nancy's

your daughter. - I don't need this

sh*t from you right now. - You f***ed up

our marriage because of this stupid sh*t,

don't ruin your relationship with her too. - Let me talk to her. - Nancy do you want to talk

to your mom? She doesn't wanna talk

to you right now. - All right, well

tell her I'm sorry. I'll make it up to her. - Don't make promises

you can't keep. What you want, what you want What you want, what you want What you want, what you want - Stupid disgusting b*tch! (sobbing) The f*** you think

you're going, huh? Trying to get pregnant on me? You trying to run away? - (sobs) I wasn't

trying to run away. - Really? I found your f***ing

bags, you whore. - (sobs) Please stop. - And we found your

piece of sh*t boyfriend! Bring that motherf***er

over here! Right here, right here,

right in front of her. This him? Huh? Is this your knight

in shining armor? Is this your savior? Look at me, you f***ing

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