True Confessions Page #4

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I think the butler did it.

Don't you ever get tired of saying that?

-Let's see the other half.

-Yeah.

-Did you hear the fights Iast night?

-No.

Mercury Johnson, Vinnie Avila.

I was there.

Like punching fog

trying to hit him, Mercury.

Vinnie should have had a tire iron.

He was supposed to go in the water,

Vinnie.

He did. I got wet, ninth row ringside,

the splash was so big.

Make sure you get a Iot of tight shots

on that tattoo, okay?

It's a nice touch, huh? Rose tattoo.

Here's another nice touch.

They found a candle stuck up her joy trail.

You ought to check it out with

your brother, the Monsignor,

what it means in canon Iaw.

A church candle stuck in a joint Iike that.

He'II tell me too.

He's got an answer for everything, Des.

-I got it Tommy, all right?

-Right.

Yeah, okay, get the tattoo, huh?

Did you get the tattoo?

-I'm gonna take another one.

-Terrific.

You got something I can use

for the first edition, Tom?

Looks Iike a werewolf got to her.

Or a vampire, huh?

Well, that's an angle, Howard.

I heard you mention your brother,

the Monsignor, Tom.

I hear he's very tight with the Cardinal.

You might mention to him

that it would be a wonderful story

if His Eminence was to say

the funeral mass, Tom.

I can get him an exclusive.

Front page on what it all means,

the death of this c*nt.

Howard, we don't even have an ID

on her yet,

so we don't know

if she's a Catholic c*nt or not.

We can work that out Iater, Tommy.

Well, if you want the Cardinal,

it's a factor, Howard, a definite factor.

Where's the blood? I don't see any.

Somebody cut somebody in half,

there ought to be a Iittle blood.

Forget the stretcher!

For openers,

she was probably cut somewhere else.

Probably she was sliced in a bathtub.

Yeah, in a house, not an apartment.

One stretcher.

Why do you have to give me a hard time?

-I don't care what you wanna do.

-Hey, hey.

What's going on?

This a**hole from the coroner's

wants her on two stretchers.

Because she's in two f***ing pieces

is why.

And I'm telling you it's one f***ing body!

I suppose she was in 14 pieces,

you'd want me to get 14 stretchers.

That's exactly what I'm telling you,

a**hole.

-Hey, hey.

-Who you calling...

Hold on.

Do as he says. Two stretchers, okay?

I hope this broad Ieaks

all over the goddamn grass!

And get me a Iist of sex crimes

with the same MO.

That'll take a while, Sergeant.

What do you mean, it'II take a while?

She was cut in two.

Do you think it's an epidemic Iike the flu?

I feel such a damn fool.

Steve, I think we better go.

Hello.

Your Eminence.

Monsignor.

I never could stand that man.

Tell me, Desmond,

this proposal from Mr. Amsterdam

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