The Star Chamber Page #5

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Only now the bad guys have a stronger team.

They had a better draft.

You know,

I took a lot of notes in your class...

and I can never remember

you saying anything quite like that.

You should have taken fewer notes

and listened more.

I love it.

The recent appointees, you're all alike.

You're not even old enough to shave.

Listen, you think my court

is any different? Huh?

You think I don't set guys free

every goddamn week...

who have raped entire school districts?

You wanna match ulcers?

You know, I watched you grow up.

You love to suffer.

You wear it like one of them corduroy jackets

with the patches on the sleeves.

Me, I just don't complain about it.

I do something about it.

You do what?

Pork with the silly pancakes.

What the hell do they call that?

- What do you do?

- I want soup. Soup, yeah.

Detective Lowes? I'm Picker.

I made the call. It's over this way.

My partner found him.

We were on foot,

doing a routine patrol...

when we noticed something

in the bushes over there.

- We went over to take a look.

- Anybody touch anything?

Well, the lab guys got here

about five minutes ago.

Looks like the same M.O.

As the other ones.

Christ, it's a mess too.

- Any identification on him?

- No, sir. This is my partner, Nelson.

- Any signs of a struggle?

- No, sir.

Looks like the body

was dumped here afterwards.

He's just a little kid.

There is a set of indentation marks in

the grass from a vehicle of some kind.

Maybe good enough to make a cast of.

The body had to be driven here.

Oh, sh*t.

Bushes aren't disturbed.

There's no blood stains on the grass.

It happened somewhere else.

He's just a little kid.

Look, uh, why don't you, uh,

take your partner back to the car?

Yes, sir. Come on.

- I've never seen anything like it.

- I know.

Just a little kid.

I got a little boy.

- I never...

- Come on, let's just get out of here.

Just a little kid.

How could anybody do that?

- Come on.

- Why?

Hey, fellas! Here come de judge.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- You want a drink?

- No, thanks.

Well, I saw the news on television.

I think you need a drink.

- Hi, guys.

- Hi, Dad.

Just a sec.

How about the bottle and a straw?

You want breezy patter,

or do you want to talk about it?

I'll take the patter.

Thank you.

Some weather we're having, huh?

Do you think the Dodgers

will win again this year?

- How about those freeways?

- I'll talk.

I love you.

And I love you.

- Hello, freakos.

- Turn on some music, man.

The Monk is here, little freakos.

What are we doing here, man?

Nobody's got sh*t worth taking.

Shut up, man!

Just shut your f***ing mouth!

I'm not talking about the freakos.

There's a liquor store

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