All language subtitles for Third.Man.Out.2005.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

[SOUND OF RUNNING WATER
FROM SHOWER]

[SIGHS]

JOHN, THAT STUFF£S
GONNA KILL YOU.

I'LL BE DOWNSTAIRS.

[GUN CLICKING]

[GUNSHOT]

[POLICE SIRENS AND
HONKING OF CARS]

EXCUSE ME?

YEAH?

[CAR DOOR BANGING]

EXCUSE ME, ARE YOU
DONALD STRACHEY?

YEAH.

DONALD STRACHEY,
THE PRIVATE EYE?

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

OH, YOU'VE ALREADY DONE ENOUGH.

THANKS TO THOSE
PICTURES YOU TOOK,

MY HUSBAND WANTS A DIVORCE.

JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW
YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE.

YEAH. THAT'S NOT NEWS.

[BEEPS FROM LIFE
SUPPORT MACHINE]

HEY, A LITTLE RESPECT, HUH?

WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?

YOU KNOW WHY THEY
INVITED ME DOWN HERE.

TO TAKE A PICTURE OF THE SENATOR

VISITING THE BISHOP
IN A HOSPITAL.

HE'S IN A COMA.

SHE'S, SHE'S CONSUMING
ONE OF HIS PRIESTS.

GET IT?

I GET IT. THE DISTRICT HAS
A LOT OF CATHOLIC VOTERS.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO
GET IT THAT MUCH.

SENATOR, WE'RE READY.

YOU TWO SHOULD STAY TOGETHER.

THERE'LL BE CONFLICT
AND TENSION.

JUST TAKE THE PICTURE.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

WELL, THEY'LL LET ANYBODY
INTO THIS HOSPITAL.

AH, I TIPPED THE MAITRE'D A FIVER,
AND IT COMES WITH MY OWN ID BAG.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

GOT A NEW CLIENT.
HOW GOES YOUR PHOTO-OP?

WELL, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW,
SENATOR GLASSMAN

IS GENUINELY CONCERNED ABOUT
THE BISHOP, THANK YOU.

HE TOOK A NASTY FALL IN
THE RECTORY LAST WEEK.

GAVE HIMSELF A SKULL FRACTURE.

UHUM, AND WITH THE SENATOR
DOWN IN THE POLLS.

YOU FIGURED GET-WELL VISITS
GONNA BE WORTH WHAT?

TWO, THREE POINTS?

YOU HAVE NO APPRECIATION FOR
MY INTEGRITY AT ALL, DO YOU?

I LOVE YOUR INTEGRITY.

YOU WANNA TAKE IT
TO AN EMPTY ROOM?

WE CAN TRY IT
WITHOUT THE GLOVES.

YOU'RE DISGUSTING.

THAT'S WHY YOU LOVE ME.

SHOW ME CONFUSION.

SHOW ME THE UNREAL LIFE.

THAT'S ENOUGH.

THANK YOU, THANK YOU.

MAKE SURE YOU SEND THE CONTACTS
TO OUR OFFICE, ALRIGHT?

YOU KNOW, THE CAMERA LOVES THIS
WHOLE DADDY THING YOU GOT.

BYE.

WELL, SENATOR, AGAIN,
THANK YOU VERY MUCH

FOR TAKING THE TIME
TO SEE THE BISHOP.

YOU'RE WELCOME, FATHER.
I'LL KEEP HIM IN MY PRAYERS.

[PHONE RINGS]

PLEASE.

YOUR PHONE, SENATOR.

THANK YOU.

SO TIMOTHY,

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT
RETURNING TO THE SEMINARY?

YOU WERE THE BEST
STUDENT WE EVER HAD.

WELL, THAT DEPENDS.

HAS THE COMPANY CHANGED
ITS POLICY ON GAY MARRIAGE?

I THINK WE'VE STILL GOT
A WAYS TO GO THERE.

THEN I THINK I'LL STICK
WITH THE HOME TEAM.

GOD BLESS.

THANK YOU.

BYE.

AH, IF IT'S NOT
DETECTIVE NOR CHARLES?

GOOD MORNING, SENATOR.

STILL RAKING THE MUCK?

YOU STILL SLINGING THE MUD?

WHENEVER I CAN.

NO MORE TIME TO RIFFRAFF.

SENATOR, YOUR SPEECH
IS IN THE BRIEFCASE,

YOUR BRIEFCASE IS IN THE BACK
OF THE CAR, AND WE HAVE TO GO.

HE IS SUCH A SLAVE DRIVER.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME.

SO, WHO'S THE NEW CLIENT?

I DON'T KNOW.
HE WOULDN'T TELL ME.

OOH, A MYSTERY. TELL ME LATER?

WELL, YOU MAY HAVE TO
FORCE IT OUT OF ME.

HMM, EVEN BETTER.
YOU'LL TELL ME.

[BEEPS FROM LIFE
SUPPORT MACHINE]

DONALD STRACHEY?

DEPENDS ON WHO YOU ARE.

EDDIE SATIN.
WE SPOKE ON THE PHONE.

I RECOGNIZED YOUR
PICTURE FROM THE PAPER,

THE PRISCEL CASE.

THAT WAS REALLY SOMETHING.

YEAH, CLASSIC.
DEAD GUY IN A LOCKED ROOM.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING
IN THE HOSPITAL?

YOU DON'T LOOK SICK.

I'M NOT THE ONE
WHO'S HIRING YOU.

DONALD STRACHEY, JOHN RUTKA.

HELLO.

BYE.

SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL HIM.

YEAH, I'M NOT SURPRISED.

YOU KNOW MY WORK.

UNFORTUNATELY.

WE'RE ON THE WEB, TOO.
THE RUTKA REPORT.

WE GET OVER 8,000 HITS A WEEK.

I WOULDN'T TOUCH THAT
SHIT WITH A 10-FOOT POLE.

I'M SURPRISED THEY EVEN
LET YOU IN HERE AFTER YOU

RUINED DR. POKE'S LIFE.

PLEASE.

ED POKE WAS THE HEAD
OF THE HOSPITAL BOARD,

AND THE BIGGEST REST STOP QUEEN
ON THE NEW YORK STATE FREE-WAY.

AND FOR THAT HE DESERVES
TO LOSE HIS JOB AND HIS FAMILY

AND EVERYTHING
HE'S WORKED FOR, HUH?

HE SHOULDN'T HAVE VOTED
AGAINST EXPANDING HIV CARE

IN THIS HOSPITAL.

HE GOT WHAT HE DESERVED.

MAYBE YOU DID, TOO.

WHAT? BY HAVING SOMEONE BREAK
INTO OUR HOME AND SHOOT HIM?

IF HE WAS SHOT,
THE POLICE ARE INVOLVED.

WHAT DO YOU NEED ME FOR?

BECAUSE THE COPS COULDN'T
CARE LESS ABOUT US FAGGOTS.

YOU KNOW THAT.

LOOK STRACHEY, I NEED YOUR HELP.

YOU'RE THE ONLY GAY PRIVATE EYE
IN THE CAPITAL DISTRICT.

MAYBE IN ALL OF NEW YORK STATE.

I SEE. YOU FIGURED THAT
WOULD MAKE ME SYMPATHETIC

TO YOUR CASE, IS THAT IT?

WELL, YOU FIGURED WRONG.

GOOD LUCK WITH
YOUR BALLET CAREER.

REALLY? HE SAID THAT?

WELL, WHAT ELSE DID HE SAY?

YEAH?

[LAUGHS]

[SOUND OF ELEVATOR BELL]

HOLD ON.

EXCUSE ME SIR,
VISITING HOURS ARE OVER.

SIR, IF YOU DON'T LEAVE,
I'LL HAVE TO CALL SECURITY.

WHERE IS HE?

MR. RUTKA CHECKED HIMSELF OUT.

ARE YOU A FRIEND?

WELL, DID YOU WANNA
LEAVE THE FLOWERS?

[SOUND OF NAIL GUN]

THERE, THAT SHOULD KEEP
THE RAIN OUT FOR A WHILE.

FOR A WHILE?

I THOUGHT YOU SAID THE FIREPLACE
WOULD BE FINISHED LAST WEEK?

FIXING HOUSES AREN'T AS EASY
AS THEY LOOK, YOU KNOW.

YOU CAN'T JUST RUSH THE JOB.
YOU GOTTA COAX THEM,

FINESSE THEM.
MAKE THEM FEEL LOVED.

MY BILL.

LOVED ISN'T EXACTLY
HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW.

MORE LIKE SCREWED.

HELLO.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[WHISTLING]

AH, FOR ME? YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE.

HAHAHA. I DIDN'T.

WITH THE AMOUNT OF MONEY WE'RE
PAYING YOU TO RENOVATE THIS PLACE

YOU SHOULD BE
BRINGING US FLOWERS.

HAVE A NICE NIGHT, BOYS.
SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.

FOR YOU.

LET ME GET THAT.

YEAH.

DID SHE JUST SAY NEXT WEEK?
WHAT HAPPENED TO TOMORROW?

WELL, SHE AND BOBBY JOE HAVE A
DYKES ON BIKES RALLY IN P-TOWN.

YOU KNOW, FIGHT THE RIGHT,
THEIR KIND OF THING.

AH, SWEETHEART, I REALLY
APPRECIATE YOU WANTING TO HIRE

WITHIN THE COMMUNITY
AND EVERYTHING,

BUT MAYBE JUST ONCE,
WE COULD GET A CONTRACTOR

THAT DOESN'T SEE THE WHOLE WORLD
AS ONE BIG GAY PRIDE FLOAT?

HMM, NO.

WHO'S THE MYSTERY CLIENT?

NOBODY SPECIAL.

I TURNED IT DOWN.

YOU TURNED IT DOWN?

YES.

HONEY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT
OUR BANK ACCOUNT LATELY?

I MEAN, THE HOUSE, THE CAR.

WE'RE IN SOME
TROUBLE HERE, DONALD.

YOU CAN'T AFFORD
TO TURN DOWN A JOB.

IT WAS JOHN RUTKA.

TURN DOWN THE JOB.

UHUM.

[BUZZER SOUNDING]

YUP?

HELLO DONALD, IT'S JOHN RUTKA.

JOHN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

I WANT FIVE MINUTES OF
YOUR TIME, DONALD, TO TALK.

THAT'S ALL I ASK.

NO, NO, NO. NO, NO, NO.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.

I REFUSE TO LET THAT EXCUSE
FOR A HUMAN BEING SET FOOT

IN OUR HOUSE.

SWEETHEART, I'LL
HANDLE THIS, OKAY?

OKAY.

JOHN, MAYBE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME
BACK AT THE HOSPITAL WHEN I SAID

GOODBYE TO YOU, SO I'M GONNA TRY
THIS ONE MORE TIME, ALRIGHT?

NICE AND SLOW, HERE WE GO,
ARE YOU READY?

FUCK OFF.

THAT'LL BE THE END OF
THE JOHN RUTKA PROBLEM.

DONALD STRACHEY IS A
SELF-LOATHING HOMOSEXUAL.

HE'S A TRAITOR TO THE
CAUSE OF GAY RIGHTS.

[PUPPY BARKS]

HE HATES HIMSELF SO MUCH FOR
BEING GAY, HE DOESN'T CARE

IF A GAY MAN IS SHOT
TO DEATH IN HIS OWN HOME.

DONALD STRACHEY IS A HYPOCRITE,
A JUDAS, WHO WOULD HAPPILY WATCH

A GAY MAN DIE LIKE A DOG INSTEAD
OF HELP HIM FIND JUSTICE.

NICELY HANDLED.

HOW IS SENATOR GLASSMAN
THESE DAYS?

HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?

THAT YOU'RE HER CHIEF AIDE?

IT'S MY JOB TO
KNOW THESE THINGS.

SHE'S GOT A GOOD VOTING
RECORD IN GAY RIGHTS.

I WISH THE REST OF THE
STATE SENATE WAS LIKE HER.

OH, GOOD.

SO, MAYBE YOU WON'T FEEL
OBLIGED TO DESTROY HER,

AND I'LL GET TO KEEP MY JOB.

I DO WHAT I DO FOR
THE GOOD OF US ALL.

YEAH, YOU'RE A
REGULAR MOTHER TERESA.

OKAY. TIMMY, I THINK MAYBE
YOU NEED TO TAKE DR. WATSON

FOR A WALK.

I JUST DID.

I THINK HE NEEDS TO GO AGAIN.

OKAY. EXCUSE ME WHILE I OUT MY
DOG FOR THE GOOD OF US ALL.

MIND IF I SIT?

NO, PLEASE, GO AHEAD.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, JOHN?

THEY LET YOU OUT EARLY
ON GOOD BEHAVIOR?

IT WASN'T SAFE IN THERE.

ANYBODY COULD GET TO
ME TO FINISH THE JOB.

OH, NOW YOU'RE JUST TEASING ME.

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SHOT, DONALD?

AS A MATTER OF FACT, I HAVE.
I DIDN'T CARE FOR IT TOO MUCH.

NEITHER DID I.

BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER
TO YOU, DOES IT?

YOU PROBABLY THINK I
SHOULD BE SHOT AND KILLED.

NO ACTUALLY JOHN, I DON'T.

BUT THAT PROBABLY PUTS ME
IN VERY EXCLUSIVE COMPANY.

YOU THINK I DO MY WEBSITE
TO MAKE FRIENDS?

YOU THINK I PRINT
THE RUTKA REPORT,

PAY FOR IT OUT OF MY OWN POCKET
SO I CAN GET INVITED TO THE

CHAMBER OF COMMERCE
CHRISTMAS PARTY?

NO, DONALD.

I DO IT BECAUSE SOMEBODY
HAS TO SPEAK UP FOR ALL THE

MATTHEW SHEPARDS OUT THERE,
FOR ALL THE GAY MEN AND WOMEN

WHO ARE BRUTALIZED
AND MURDERED EVERYDAY.

SOMEBODY HAS TO TAKE A STAND
BEFORE RELIGIOUS HYPOCRISY

AND HOMOPHOBIA TURN THIS COUNTRY
INTO A 21ST CENTURY VERSION

OF NAZI GERMANY.

[CLAPPING]

BRAVO, JOHN. BRAVO.

DID YOU WORK ON THAT SPEECH
ALL THE WAY OVER HERE?

FUCK YOU, STRACHEY.

OH, COME ON, RUTKA.
THIS IS ALBANY.

IT'S NOT PROVINCETOWN
OR WEST HOLLYWOOD

OR AN EPISODE OF "WILL & GRACE".
THIS IS THE REAL WORLD.

MORE GAY MEN LIVE IN
THE CLOSET THAN OUT.

WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT,
IT'S THEIR OWN GODDAMN BUSINESS.

THIS IS A NICE PLACE, STRACHEY.

THIS RENOV IS COSTING
YOU A BIT, HUH?

A BIT.

YEAH, I BET IT IS.

AND I'LL ALSO BET SNAPPING
PICTURES OF CHEATING HOUSEWIVES

ISN'T EXACTLY PAYING THE BILLS.

SO, MAYBE IF YOU WON'T TAKE
MY CASE FOR THE CAUSE,

YOU'LL TAKE IT FOR THE CASH.

SOMEBODY WANTS ME DEAD.

MAYBE IT'S SOMEBODY I OUTED
WHO WANTS REVENGE OR

MAYBE IT'S SOMEBODY WHO'S AFRAID
THEY'RE GONNA BE THE NEXT

RUTKA REPORT COVER BOY,
TRYING TO STOP ME.

EITHER WAY I NEED PROTECTION.

THAT'S A LOT OF PROTECTION.

MY FATHER DIED,
LEFT ME SOME MONEY.

THERE'S MORE WHERE
THAT CAME FROM.

WILL YOU DO IT?

JOHN, I CAN'T PROTECT YOU
24 HOURS A DAY.

ALRIGHT, THE FACT IS,
THAT IF SOMEBODY WANTS

TO GET TO YOU BAD ENOUGH,
THEY'RE GONNA GET TO YOU.

THEN FIND OUT WHO IT IS,
AND HELP ME STOP HIM.

DONALD, PLEASE.
I DON'T WANNA DIE LIKE THIS.

YOU AREN'T SERIOUS.

TIMMY, IF I ONLY WORK FOR
PEOPLE I LIKE, WE WOULD STARVE.

IT'S NOT ABOUT LIKING ANYBODY.

THERE ARE CERTAIN RIGHTS AND
THERE ARE CERTAIN WRONGS

IN THIS WORLD, AND JOHN
RUTKA IS AN ABSOLUTE WRONG.

WITH DEEP POCKETS.
IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED,

THIS HOUSE ISN'T
GOING TO FIX ITSELF.

SO, MAYBE I'LL ASK MY
FATHER FOR A LOAN.

I'M SORRY?

YOUR REPUBLICAN
CONGRESSMAN FATHER,

THE ONE THAT HASN'T SPOKEN TO
YOU SINCE YOU TOOK A JOB

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE AISLE?

COME ON, I DON'T THINK SO.

LOOK, HE JUST WANTS ME TO
TAKE A LOOK AT HIS FILES, OKAY?

SEE IF I COME UP WITH
ANY LEADS, THAT'S IT.

THOSE FILES HAVE DESTROYED
PEOPLE'S LIVES, DONALD.

I JUST DON'T THINK
THIS IS SOMETHING

THAT YOU SHOULD BE A PART OF.

I'M NOT GONNA BE A PART OF IT.
IT'S, IT'S A JOB.

WHAT DO YOU SAY?

I SAY WE NEED ANOTHER BUCKET.

[DOOR CREAKING]

[PHONE RINGING]

HI THERE, GOOD MORNING. CANDY?

[PHONE RINGING]

YOU KNOW WHO IT IS,
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.

RUTKA, YOU'RE DEAD.
YOU GODDAMN FUCKING FAGGOT.

I'M GOING TO SHOOT
YOU UP WITH AIDS,

YOU FUCKING FAGGOT.

ANOTHER SATISFIED CUSTOMER.

I GET HALF A DOZEN OF
THESE CALLS EVERYDAY.

DO YOU OWN A GUN, JOHN?

NO, BUT NOW THAT ALL
THIS HAS HAPPENED,

I CAN'T SAY I'M NOT
THINKING ABOUT IT.

SO ARE YOU ALONE HERE?

EDDIE LIVES WITH ME.
HE'S AT WORK RIGHT NOW,

DOWN AT THE PRINT AND COPY.

THAT'S HOW WE GET SUCH A GOOD
DEAL ON THE RUTKA REPORT.

HE DOES A LITTLE
OVERTIME FOR FREE.

THEY GIVE US THE PRINT
RUN, HALF PRICE.

SO, WHY'D YOU LEAVE
NEW YORK CITY, JOHN?

YOU UH, MISS THE GLAMOUR
AND EXCITEMENT OF ALBANY?

THIS PLACE BELONGED
TO MY PARENTS.

MOM DIED A COUPLE OF
YEARS AGO AND THEN,

WHEN MY FATHER WENT THIS PAST
SUMMER, HE LEFT IT TO ME.

ALL THESE FOR A SET?

YOU EAT A LOT OF THIS SHIT, HUH?

CALMS MY NERVES.

NOT YOUR TEETH.

[BEEPS FROM DIGITAL LOCK]

VERY HIGH-TECH, JOHN.

HERE WE GO.

WELL ARE YOU GONNA
HELP ME UP OR WHAT?

DON'T GET ANY IDEAS.

SCOUT'S HONOR.

THESE ARE MY FILES.

ALL THESE BOXES?

YEAH.

HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO COME
UP WITH THIS MUCH DIRT, RUTKA?

YOU CONSIDER
GAY SEX DIRT, DONALD?

EVEN WHEN YOU'RE DOING
IT WITH THAT LITTLE

BROOKS BROTHERS HUBBY OF YOURS?

HEY, THAT'S DIFFERENT.

NOT TO THE RELIGIOUS
FANATICS WHO RUN THIS COUNTRY.

THEY'RE OBSESSED WITH
WHAT WE DO IN BED.

HOW'D YOU GET ALL THIS?

I HAVE MY SOURCES.
HOTEL CLERKS, DELIVERY MEN,

A FEW WELL-PLACED BUCKS A MONTH,

AND I GET ON-GOING REPORTS OF
WHO'S COMING AND GOING.

ESPECIALLY COMING. YOU KNOW,
THE WAY A DETECTIVE WORKS.

BRILLIANT.

WHY DON'T YOU PUT IT ALL
ON A COMPUTER OR SOMETHING?

I DO, BUT COMPUTERS CRASH,
HARD DRIVES GET ERASED.

YOU CAN'T BEAT A
GOOD OLD PAPER TRAIL.

SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I THINK IT'S A TOXIC
WASTE DUMP, RUTKA.

THE WHOLE THING SHOULD BE
PUT IN AN AIRTIGHT DRUM,

BURIED IN THE DESERT.

THIS ONE TOOK SOME INGENUITY.

CELLPHONE CAMERA ON A TIMER.

I HAVE A SERIES OF THESE.

RIGHT ON THE DESK IN HIS OFFICE.

YOUR GOVERNMENT DOLLARS AT WORK.

IS THAT?

ASSEMBLYMAN BRUNO SLINGER,
JUST TWO HOURS AFTER

HE VOTED AGAINST THE
DOMESTIC PARTNER BILL.

GOD, RUTKA.

HE PUTS THE ASS INTO
ASSEMBLYMAN, WOULDN'T YOU SAY?

[GLASS SHATTERS]

IS THAT EDDIE?

HE SHOULD STILL BE AT WORK.

CALL 911!

JOHN!

HERE.

NOW, DO YOU BELIEVE ME?

LET'S NOT JUMP TO
ANY CONCLUSIONS.

WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED.

IT COULD BE AN
ACCIDENT OR SOMETHING.

YEAH? THIS IS NO ACCIDENT.

IT'S GAS.

[SIRENS WAILING]

I TOLD YOU SOMEBODY
WANTS ME DEAD.

[SIRENS WAILING]

WE WERE UPSTAIRS.
WE HEARD A CRASH.

AND MY FRIEND CAME DOWN
AND THERE WAS SMOKE

AND EVERYTHING WAS BURNING.

OKAY. WELL, THE FIRE'S OUT.

BUT WE FOUND THIS
UNDER THE SOFA.

NOW, YOU DO HAVE A PERMIT
FOR THIS GUN, MR. RUTKA?

NO, HE DOESN'T. BUT I DO.

IT'S MINE.

HEY, MR. STRACHEY.

I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE HERE.

YEAH, I STOPPED BY TO
CHECK IN ON THE PATIENT

AND IT'S A GOOD
THING THAT I DID.

I MUST HAVE LOST IT
DURING THE FIRE. THANK YOU.

OKAY. WELL LOOK, THE COPS WILL
WANT TO CHECK THIS PLACE OUT.

ANY IDEA WHO?

OBVIOUSLY SOME TWISTED
HOMOPHOBIC PIECE OF SHIT.

MY FRIEND MAKES A LOT OF
ENEMIES IN HIS LINE OF WORK.

HE'S A JOURNALIST.

DON'T TELL ME, MOVIE CRITIC.

[LAUGHING]

VERY GOOD, COLE.

HEY, THANKS A LOT.
IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU.

YOU BET. LET'S GO.

[CLEARS THROAT]

DID YOU LOCK UP THE ATTIC?

FUCK THE ATTIC, JOHN.

YOU TOLD ME YOU
DIDN'T HAVE A GUN.

NO. I SAID I DIDN'T OWN A GUN.

I BORROWED THIS FROM
SOMEBODY AT THE HOSPITAL

WHERE I USED TO
WORK IN NEW YORK.

I WAS MUGGED ONCE.
I WANTED SOME PROTECTION.

OKAY, WE'RE GONNA GET
SOME GROUND RULES STRAIGHT

RIGHT NOW, JOHN.

YOU WANT MY HELP,
YOU STOP BULLSHITTING ME.

I'M NOT.

AND YOU CONCERN YOURSELF
WITH THE FACT THAT SOMEONE

JUST TRIED TO FUCKING.

SHUT UP.

YOU'RE GONNA START
BY TELLING ME EXACTLY

WHO NEXT MONTH'S RUTKA REPORT
COVER BOY IS GONNA BE.

I DON'T KNOW.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?
IT'S YOUR GODDAMN WEBSITE.

I MEAN, I HADN'T
EXACTLY FIGURED IT OUT.

I HAD IT NARROWED DOWN
TO THREE NAMES BUT I

STILL HADN'T DECIDED.

ALRIGHT, THEN GO UPSTAIRS
AND GET ME THOSE THREE FILES.

I'LL GET A HANDLE ON WHO OUR
MOST LIKELY SUSPECTS ARE.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

START LOOKING FOR SOME OF
THE PIECES OF THIS PUZZLE.

YOU KNOW, THE WAY A
DETECTIVE WORKS.

♪ [LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING] ♪

HELLO.

HELLO.

EVERYTHING OKAY OVER THERE?

OH YEAH. IT'S JUST A SMALL FIRE.

IT'S OUT NOW.
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.

THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING
GOING ON AT THAT HOUSE.

YOU KEEP AN EYE ON HIM, DO YOU?

YOU A FRIEND OF THEIRS?

IN A WAY.

WELL, I'M NOT NOSY OR ANYTHING
BUT EVER SINCE THEY MOVED IN,

THERE'S BEEN SOME PARTY OR SOME
MEETING, SOME DANCING GOING ON.

PARDON MY FRENCH.

I'VE GOT NOTHING AGAINST
THOSE TWO GUYS, MIND YOU,

BUT IT'S ALWAYS
GAY THIS, GAY THAT.

GAY, GAY, GAY.

ENOUGH ALREADY WITH THE GAY.

YOU DIDN'T HAPPEN TO
SEE ANYTHING GOING ON

OVER THERE TODAY, DID YOU?

YOU MEAN BEFORE THE FIRE TRUCKS?

YEAH.

NO, NO.

JUST EDDIE RUNNING BY ON
HIS WAY TO WORK, I GUESS.

HE USUALLY GOES FIRST
THING IN THE MORNING

BUT HE MUST HAVE BEEN LATE.

ABOUT WHAT TIME WAS THAT?

OH, ABOUT AN HOUR AGO, I GUESS.

AN HOUR AGO, YOU SURE?

YEAH, I'M SURE.

I'M OUT HERE FOR ONE HOUR
AND 45 MINUTES EVERY MORNING.

YOU DON'T GET THIS KIND OF A
BODY SITTING IN FRONT OF THE TV

AND WATCHING JERRY
SPRINGER, YOU KNOW.

NO, MA'AM. I GUESS YOU DON'T.

YOU SURE IT WAS EDDIE
SATIN THOUGH, HUH?

SURE. TATTOO, EARRING,
LOTS OF MUSCLE.

THIS IS ALBANY, MISTER.

WE DON'T GET A LOT OF THAT TYPE
RUNNING AROUND OUR BACKYARDS.

I'M SWEATING LIKE
A HOG THIS MORNING.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME INSIDE?

HAVE SOME LEMONADE OR SOMETHING?

OH, I'D LOVE TO.

THANK YOU.

BUT UH, GOT TO WORK.

ANOTHER TIME, THEN.

I ALWAYS LEAVE THE BACKDOOR
UNLOCKED JUST IN CASE.

[GASPS] HUH.

JESUS CHRIST, DON'T DO THAT.

I DON'T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE
SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT.

YEAH, I DON'T LIKE
THAT EITHER, JOHN.

I ALSO DON'T LIKE IT
WHEN PEOPLE LIE TO ME.

WHAT?

YOU'RE USING ME.

I MAY BE A LOT OF THINGS,
BUT I'M NOT A SUCKER.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT
YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

JOHN?

MY GOD, ARE YOU OKAY?

I SAW THE FIRE TRUCKS
LEAVING AND THE SMOKE.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE.

DEAD?

OH COME ON, EDDIE.

YOU KNEW HE WAS ALIVE.

YOU WERE WATCHING
THE WHOLE THING.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

I'VE BEEN AT WORK ALL MORNING.

REALLY?

YOUR NEIGHBOR SAW YOU
RUNNING BY THE HOUSE

RIGHT BEFORE THE FIRE STARTED.

EDDIE?

SHE'S CRAZY. IT WASN'T ME.

SHE DESCRIBES YOU
TO A TEE, EDDIE.

MUSCLES, TATTOO AND AN EARRING.

AND I TELL YOU, SHE DOESN'T
LOOK LIKE THE KIND OF GIRL

THAT LETS A MAN GO BY
WITHOUT TAKING A GOOD LOOK.

NO, NO. I SWEAR,
I'VE BEEN AT WORK.

JOHN, YOU BELIEVE ME, RIGHT?

RIGHT, BABY?
I WOULDN'T HURT YOU.

RED COONTS.

WHAT'S A RED COONTS?

IT'S ONE OF BRUNO
SLINGER'S TRICKS.

HE LOOKS A LOT LIKE EDDIE.

SLINGER MUST HAVE PUT HIM UP
TO THIS, TRYING TO FRAME EDDIE.

HERE.

THERE. SEE?

NOW YOU KNOW WHAT
WE'RE UP AGAINST.

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.

BUT I DO HAVE A COUPLE
WAYS OF FINDING OUT.

JOHN, I PROMISE YOU.

IF YOU ARE RUNNING A NUMBER ON
ME, I'M GONNA COME BACK HERE

AND STOMP THAT CHECK
OF YOURS IN YOUR FOOT.

NO ALLISON, IT IS NOT OKAY
IF YOU TAKE AN EXTRA DAY

DOWN THERE. I NEED
YOU BACK HERE NOW.

BECAUSE MY HOUSE
ISN'T FINISHED YET!

[DOG YELPING]

HELLO?

[GUN FIRES]

DONALD!

HI, BEAUTIFUL.

HOW WAS YOUR WALK?

OH, IT'S FINE. FINE.

EXCEPT FOR THE END PART WHERE
I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

OH, I NEEDED A SOFT TARGET.

I FIGURED OUR FIREPLACE WAS
GETTING A FACELIFT ANYWAY SO.

SO, YOU KILLED THE MANTLE?

OH, YEAH.

OW, OW.

I'M GONNA TAKE THIS DOWN
TO KAREN PAYNE AT THE LAB.

SHE OWES ME A FAVOR.

DONALD, WHAT IS ALL THIS ABOUT?

WELL, I'LL BE BACK LATER.

IF YOU'RE LUCKY, I'LL BE
BRINGING A BOTTLE OF WINE.

OOH.

ONE SIMPLE WORD OF ADVICE,
NEVER MARRY A PRIVATE EYE.

[ENGINE NOT STARTING]

COME ON, COME ON.

COME ON, COME ON.

MR. STRACHEY.

DETECTIVE BRADLEY BAILEY,
ALBANY POLICE DEPARTMENT.

I WONDER IF YOU'D MIND
TAKING A LITTLE RIDE WITH ME.

YOU LIKE ALBANY, MR. STRACHEY?

MATTER OF FACT, I DO.

I JUST SETTLED IN
TO THE NEW HOUSE.

A LOT OF WORK TO DO.

UH-HUH.

YOU AND UH, YOUR FRIEND.

OKAY LOOK, DETECTIVE BAILEY.

BOB. YOU CAN CALL ME BOB.

THEY ALL CALL ME
BOB AROUND HERE.

CAN I CALL YOU DONALD?

BE MY GUEST.

IS THERE SOME REASON WE'RE
DRIVING AROUND IN CIRCLES, BOB?

ACTUALLY DONALD, THERE IS.

I'VE GOT A FEW THINGS I WANT TO
TALK TO YOU ABOUT AND I THOUGHT

THEY WERE BETTER DISCUSSED,
YOU KNOW, IN PRIVATE.

YOU KNOW, BETWEEN GENTLEMEN.

WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?

TELL ME, HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW
YOUR CLIENT, JOHN RUTKA?

IF YOU KNOW HE'S MY CLIENT
THEN YOU ALREADY KNOW

THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION.

I GUESS I DO.

AND UH, YOU'RE A MEMBER OF
THE GAY COMMUNITY YOURSELF.

[CHUCKLES]

YOU THINK THAT JOHN RUTKA
WOULD HIRE SOMEBODY WHO ISN'T?

AN HONEST MAN.

THAT'S A RARE
QUALITY THESE DAYS.

I TRY.

SO, YOU'VE NEVER PARTICIPATED
IN A CONSPIRACY THAT INVOLVED

ARSON AND A FALSE REPORT
OF ATTEMPTED MURDER?

OKAY, ARE YOU ASKING ME
OR ARE YOU CHARGING ME?

NEITHER, DONALD.

JUST A PLEASANT CHAT
BETWEEN GENTLEMEN.

SEE, YOU KEEP SAYING THAT, BOB.

BUT HOW COME I FEEL
LIKE I NEED A LAWYER?

[SIGHS]

I'VE KNOWN JOHN RUTKA
MY WHOLE LIFE AND THE ONLY

SURE THING I CAN SAY ABOUT HIM
IS HE'S AN EXCELLENT LIAR.

IN WHAT WAY?

ANY WAY HE CAN.

MY GOD, FROM THE AGE OF SIX,
SEVEN YEARS OLD,

HE LIED ABOUT EVERYTHING.

FROM HIS CHORES TO HIS
HOMEWORK TO WHERE HE WAS GOING

AND WHERE HE'D BEEN.

HE PRETTY MUCH BROKE
HIS MOTHER'S HEART.

A LOT OF KIDS LIE, BOB.

WHAT MAKES JOHN RUTKA
ANY DIFFERENT?

HE DIDN'T GROW OUT OF IT.

NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR,
HE WAS ARRESTED IN NEW YORK CITY

FOR THEFT OF DRUGS AND MEDICAL
INSTRUMENTS FROM THE HOSPITAL

WHERE HE WORKED AS A NURSE.

THE CHARGES WERE DROPPED
WHEN HE AGREED TO RESIGN.

OKAY, SO HE'S NO CHOIRBOY.

THE THING IS, HE WAS
ONCE UPON A TIME.

HAD A BEAUTIFUL VOICE, TOO.

BUT NOW, WHY DOES HE WANT TO
CAUSE SO MUCH MISERY FOR PEOPLE?

I'D SAY HE'S FIGHTING
FOR A CAUSE.

WHY DO IT HERE?

WHY NOT IN MANHATTAN
OR SOMEWHERE ELSE?

OKAY.

DETECTIVE BAILEY,
WHY ARE WE TALKING?

JOHN RUTKA AND EDWARD SATIN
WILL END UP IN JAIL

IF THEY STAY IN ALBANY.

I WANT YOU TO TALK THEM
INTO LEAVING TOWN.

ALBANY IS THEIR HOME.
I DOUBT THEY'LL GO.

THEY LEAVE, I CAN LET
SOME THINGS SLIDE.

YOU KNOW, I'VE TALKED TO
THE GOOD FOLKS OVER

AT PRINT AND COPY
WHERE EDDIE WORKS.

LET ME GUESS,
IT WAS HIS DAY OFF.

YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE
ON THE CASE, DONALD.

JOHN RUTKA HAS BEEN A LIAR
HIS WHOLE LIFE AND I KNOW

HE'S LYING NOW.

YOU THINK THEY SET
THIS WHOLE THING UP?

YUP.

AND NOW I'M GONNA HAVE
TO CHARGE BOTH OF THEM

WITH ARSON AND PROBABLY FRAUD.

AND I HATE TO DO THAT TO A
FELLOW I'D KNOWN MY WHOLE LIFE.

I SEE YOUR PROBLEM.

SO, WILL YOU TALK TO
THEM, MR. STRACHEY?

LIKE GENTLEMEN.

ARE YOU INSANE?

THAT'S BAILEY'S OFFER, JOHN.

I THINK YOU SHOULD TAKE IT.

JUST PACK UP YOUR STUFF AND GO.

BOB BAILEY IS A FASCIST.

YOU KNOW, WHEN WE WERE KIDS,
WE USED TO BE FRIENDS.

USED TO BE.

BUT NOW, THEY WANT
ME OUT OF HERE.

AND HE'S OUT TO GET ME
JUST LIKE THE REST

OF THOSE HOMOPHOBIC COPS.

INCLUDING THE COPS
THAT CAUGHT YOU STEALING DRUGS

FROM THAT HOSPITAL?

THAT WAS MORPHINE.

FOR A FRIEND'S LOVER.

HE WAS DYING. HE WAS IN PAIN,
BEGGING TO END IT.

YOU EVER BEEN AROUND
HORROR LIKE THAT?

YEAH, I HAVE.

ANYWAY, I DIDN'T STEAL IT.

I PAID FOR IT WITH MY JOB
AND MY NURSE'S LICENSE.

IT'S A FUCKING SHAME THE WAY
PEOPLE WITH AIDS HAVE TO SUFFER

BECAUSE OF THE HEALTHCARE
INDUSTRY TRYING TO MAKE

ANOTHER MILLION DOLLARS.

SHOULDN'T YOU BE AT WORK, EDDIE?

OR DID YOU TAKE THE DAY OFF
LIKE YOU DID YESTERDAY?

YEAH, BAILEY CALLED
THE COPY SHOP.

I WAS THERE.

THEY'RE LYING.

THEY'RE NOT GONNA TELL THE COPS
THAT I WAS WORKING OVERTIME

UNDER THE TABLE.
IT'S AGAINST THE LAW.

SO IS ARSON.

WAIT A MINUTE.

YOU'RE ON HIS SIDE, AREN'T YOU?

YOU BELIEVE THAT ASSHOLE BAILEY
INSTEAD OF ANOTHER GAY MAN.

DO YOU REALLY HATE YOURSELF
THAT MUCH FOR BEING QUEER?

JOHN, SAVE THE SPEECH.

I'VE HEARD IT.

OH, THAT'S WHAT IT IS, ISN'T IT?

YOU HATE YOURSELF.

I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU,
DONALD STRACHEY.

I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.

I KNOW HOW YOU
ENDED UP LIKE THIS.

THAT'S ENOUGH.

WHAT MUST THAT BE
LIKE FOR YOU, HUH?

WHAT MUST THAT BE LIKE TO
LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR

EVERY MORNING AND SEE A
HOMOSEXUAL LOOKING BACK AT YOU?

I BET YOU WANT TO KILL
YOURSELF, DON'T YOU?

I BET YOU JUST WANT TO DIE.

JOHN.

I QUIT!

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.
JUST WALK AWAY.

LIKE YOU WALKED AWAY
FROM YOUR LIFE.

WELL, SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO
TAKE A STAND, FIGHT BACK.

I HOPE YOU'RE FEELING REAL
GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF, STRACHEY.

I HAD ANOTHER MESSAGE TODAY.

THEY SAID LAST TIME
THEY BURNT THE HOUSE.

NEXT TIME IT'S GONNA BE ME.

I'M GONNA BE THE NEXT
QUEER-BASHING DEATH STATISTIC

AND IT'LL BE ON YOUR HEAD.

BACK OFF!

I'LL SEND YOU BACK YOUR
CHECK MINUS EXPENSES.

THEY'RE GONNA KILL ME, STRACHEY.

AND WHEN I'M DEAD, YOU'LL
KNOW IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU.

YOU SELF-LOATHING, PRE-STONEWALL
PIECE OF SHIT FAGGOT!

GAY, GAY, GAY.

ALWAYS WITH THE GAY.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

I LIKE IT.

IT'S KIND OF CAMPY.

I DIDN'T ORDER CAMPY.

I ORDERED MINIMALIST.

WELL, IT ADDS A CERTAIN
CHARACTER TO THE ROOM.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

IT LOOKS LIKE LIBERACE
THREW UP ALL OVER MY CEILING.

DONALD, DONALD, TELL ME
YOU HATE THE CHANDELIER.

I HATE THE CHANDELIER.

ROUGH DAY AT THE OFFICE?

GET RID OF IT.

IT'S GONNA COST YOU.

ALLISON.

I KNOW ALL ABOUT YOU,
DONALD STRACHEY.

I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU.

I KNOW HOW YOU ENDED
UP LIKE THIS.

DONALD?

HEY.

YOU OKAY?

YEAH.

YEAH, JUST THINKING.

HOW'S RUTKA?

MMM.

LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT
RUTKA TONIGHT, OKAY?

SOUNDS GOOD TO ME.

[POWER DRILL SOUND]

UGH, GET DRESSED.

WHAT?

GET DRESSED.

I AM DRESSED.

GET DRESSED TO GO OUT.

OUT?

AS IN OUT OUT?

♪ BELIEVE THAT I
HAD NO SUCH VICE ♪

♪ THOUGHT I WAS PLAYING COOL
KEPT AWAY FROM SHARKS AT BAY ♪

♪ BY STAYING IN THE POOL ♪

♪ THOUGHT I WAS THINKING
STRAIGHT ♪

♪ KNEW I WAS FAST ALONE ♪

♪ LIVED APART WITH AN ACHING
HEART ♪

♪ AS COLD AS STEEL AS STONE ♪

♪ BUT EVEN A STONE
A FLINT CAN BEAT ♪

♪ AND YOU'VE GOT SPARKS
OH BABY ♪

♪ YOU'VE GOT HEAT IN HEAT, ♪

♪ IN LOVE, IN EVERY DROP WITH
YOU ♪

[DOG YELPING]

GOOD MORNING.

♪ WHATEVER YOU
ARE IS FINE WITH ME ♪

♪ BE WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE ♪

♪ GROW UP AND
DO WHAT YOU WANT. ♪

SKIP PRESTON WITH THE WEATHER
FOR YOUR WEEKEND AND DAN CORBIT

TO BRING YOU UP
TO DATE ON SPORTS.

FIRST, DIRECT FROM OUR WXRN NEWS
CENTER IN THE HEART OF ALBANY,

HERE'S ANCHORPERSON
CAROLINE CLARK.

BREAKING NEWS HERE
IN THE CAPITAL DISTRICT

AS A LOCAL GAY RIGHTS ACTIVIST
HAS BEEN FOUND DEAD

IN AN APPARENT KIDNAP-MURDER.

DONALD?

THE BODY OF JOHN RUTKA WAS
FOUND IN A DESERTED BARN ABOUT

TEN MILES OUTSIDE OF ALBANY IN
WHAT APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN

AN ATTEMPT TO DESTROY
THE CORPSE BY FIRE.

LOCAL POLICE HAVE ISSUED
NO COMMENT BUT WE WILL BRING YOU

ALL THE LATEST INFORMATION
AS IT BECOMES AVAILABLE.

[PHONE RINGING]

HELLO.

YEAH.

YEAH, THIS IS STRACHEY.

I WAS AT WORK. THE COPS CAME.

FOUND ME.

THEY TOLD ME WHAT
THEY DID TO HIM.

IT HAPPENED JUST THE
WAY HE SAID IT WOULD.

JUST THE WAY HE
TOLD YOU IT WOULD.

HE ASKED YOU FOR YOUR HELP
AND YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.

YOU DIDN'T DO A DAMN THING!

EDDIE, IF IT HELPS YOU,
I FEEL LIKE SHIT.

IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?

JESUS.

I FIGURED, WHOEVER IT WAS
WANTED THEIR FILE BACK

AND WHEN JOHN WOULDN'T HAND
IT OVER, THEY KILLED HIM.

YOU CALLED THE COPS YET?

JOHN NEVER TRUSTED THEM
AND NEITHER DO I.

EDDIE, JOHN WAS GONNA
PULL THREE FILES

FROM THE GUYS HE WAS PLANNING
TO OUT IN THE NEXT ISSUE

OF THE RUTKA REPORT.

YEAH, HE, HE MENTIONED
SOMETHING ABOUT THAT.

HE TOLD ME ABOUT THREE FILES
IN HERE TO LOOK AT LATER.

RIGHT HERE.

BRUNO SLINGER. RONNIE LINKLATER.

IS THAT THE GAY ON TV?

HE HATED HIM. ALL HE EVER DOES

IS SING ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT IT
IS TO BE YOU,

YOURSELF AND ALL THAT SHIT.
HE'S A TOTAL CLOSET CASE.

JOHNNY EVEN THOUGHT
HIS PUPPETS WERE GAY.

OKAY. WELL, THERE'S
SUPPOSED TO BE A THIRD GUY.

DO YOU KNOW WHO IT WAS?

YOU KNOW, HE NEVER MENTIONED
ANYBODY BUT I REMEMBER HE SAID

IT WAS SOMEONE THAT HE
KNEW SINCE HE WAS A KID.

HE CALLED HIM THE ULTIMATE
HYPOCRITICAL ASSHOLE.

IT'S NOT HERE BUT IT'S JUST,
DO YOU THINK THE FILE BELONGS

TO WHOEVER KILLED JOHN?

DID JOHN KEEP AN INDEX?

YEAH, ON THE COMPUTER. DATABASE,
FINANCIAL RECORDS, DATE BOOKS.

PACK IT. ALL OF IT.
ALL THESE GOES.

WHAT?

THIS IS A MURDER
INVESTIGATION NOW, EDDIE.

COPS ARE GONNA BE
ALL OVER THE PLACE.

ANYBODY GETS THEIR
HANDS ON THIS STUFF,

THEY'VE GOT AN INSTANT
BLACKMAIL BUSINESS.

WE'RE GONNA PUT IT
SOME PLACE SAFE.

LIKE WHERE?

I GOT AN IDEA.

LITTLE EARLY FOR A YARD SALE.

WE'RE GONNA HIDE THIS STUFF.

WOULD YOU GIVE EDDIE A HAND?

HE'S GOT THE REST OF
THEM IN THE CAR.

[PHONE RINGING]

EDDIE?

YEAH.

EDDIE SATIN?

YEAH.

OH MY GOD, EDDIE.

HELLO.

UHM, HEY, HERE HEY.

I'M SO SORRY ABOUT JOHN.

THANKS.

I MEAN, I DIDN'T ALWAYS
AGREE WITH WHAT HE DID.

BUT I.

HE WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE
A DIFFERENCE, YOU KNOW.

YEAH, LISTEN,
IF THERE'S ANYTHING I CAN DO,

ANYTHING AT ALL. PLEASE.

I APPRECIATE THAT.

CAN I MAKE YOU A DRINK?

I KNOW, I KNOW IT'S A LITTLE
EARLY IN THE DAY BUT UHM,

I THINK CONSIDERING
THE CIRCUMSTANCES

WE CAN MAKE AN EXCEPTION.

YOU SON OF A BITCH!

DONALD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

THAT WAS A FRIEND OF MINE
IN THE BALLISTICS LAB.

HE'S GOT THE REPORT BACK FROM
THE GUN WE FOUND AT YOUR HOUSE,

JOHN'S GUN.

TURNS OUT IT MATCHES THE BULLET
THEY PULLED OUT OF JOHN'S LEG.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

CUT THE BULLSHIT, EDDIE!

DID YOU SHOOT HIM?

FUCK IT. IT'S OVER.

EDDIE, TELL ME THE TRUTH.

DONALD.

DID YOU SHOOT HIM?

YES!

YES, I SHOT HIM.

I DID IT.

IT WAS JOHN'S IDEA, NOT MINE.

AND YOU THREW THE FIRE BOMB
IN THE HOUSE, DIDN'T YOU?

YEAH, I DID IT.

[SNICKERS]

BUT HE PLANNED THE WHOLE THING.

HE WANTED TO DO SOMETHING
LIKE A REALITY-BASED CHARADE,

TO GET SOME ATTENTION.

TO SHOW WHAT KIND OF
DANGER HE WAS IN.

EDDIE, HOW COULD YOU SHOOT
YOUR OWN BOYFRIEND?

I DON'T KNOW.

HE TOLD ME THAT I HAD TO DO IT.

HE SAID IT WAS ALL PART OF
WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO.

IT MADE ME SICK.

WHY ME? HUH?

EDDIE, WHY DID YOU
BRING ME INTO THIS?

¢CAUSE HE WAS GETTING
DEATH THREATS.

THE COPS WOULDN'T HELP.

HE THOUGHT HAVING YOU
INVOLVED MIGHT SAVE HIS LIFE.

A LOT OF GOOD THAT DID.

WHERE IS HE, EDDIE?

HUH?

WHAT?

WHERE THE FUCK IS JOHN RUTKA?

THE FIRE WAS SO HOT HIS
DENTURES FUSED TO HIS JAW.

DENTAL RECORDS, SHATTERED
FOOT BONES.

IT ALL CHECKS OUT.

THAT'S JOHN RUTKA,
OR WHAT'S LEFT OF HIM.

I TALKED TO HIM, BOB, LIKE YOU
ASKED, ABOUT LEAVING TOWN.

OBVIOUSLY.

OBVIOUSLY.

THIS IS GONNA BE TOUGH
ON YOU TOO, THOUGH.

SEEING SOMETHING LIKE THAT
HAPPEN TO SOMEONE YOU'VE KNOWN

SINCE YOU WERE KIDS.

IT'S A DAMN SHAME. YOU'RE STILL
AN HONEST MAN, DONALD?

STILL TRYING TO BE.

GOOD.

NOW, A FRIEND OF MINE HEARD A
STORY ABOUT SOME FILES JOHN HAD,

PICTURES AND SO FORTH OF A LOT
OF GAY PEOPLE IN THE AREA.

YOU WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO KNOW
WHERE THOSE FILES MIGHT BE?

YOU SEARCHED HIS HOUSE,
DIDN'T YOU?

WE HAD A SEARCH WARRANT.
YOU DIDN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION.

JOHN RUTKA WAS A LIAR.

BOB, YOU WERE RIGHT.

HE'S PROBABLY LYING
ABOUT THOSE FILES.

MAYBE. MAYBE NOT.

BUT YOU'D TELL ME IF YOU KNEW
ANYTHING, WOULDN'T YOU?

I TELL YOU WHAT.

I'LL ASK AROUND A LITTLE BIT.

IF I HEAR ANYTHING,
I'LL LET YOU KNOW. OKAY?

FAIR ENOUGH.

THAT'S ABOUT IT.

ONE MORE SIGNATURE, NEXT OF KIN.

I THOUGHT HIS PARENTS WERE DEAD?

THEY ARE.

HE DIDN'T TELL YOU
ABOUT HIS SISTER?

MY BROTHER WAS SUCH A
FUCK-UP AND A LIAR.

BUT HE WAS MY BROTHER AND
THAT COUNTS FOR SOMETHING, HUH?

I'M SORRY, ANNE.

FOR YOU AND FOR JOHN.

I APPRECIATE THAT,
BOB. THANK YOU.

FUNERAL IS SATURDAY,
9:30, ST. MICHAEL'S.

I'LL BE THERE.

I PROMISED MYSELF I WOULDN'T
GET EMOTIONAL ABOUT ALL THIS.

HMM.

ANYTHING WE CAN DO,
YOU JUST CALL.

OKAY.

OKAY.

I GOTTA GO.

THE LAWYER SENT OVER
THE WILL AND I GOT

A SHIT LOAD OF WORK TO DO.

DO YOU THINK HE GAVE ME
A SHARE OF THE BOWLING ALLEY

TO BE KIND OR TO PISS
ME OFF ONE LAST TIME?

MAYBE A BIT OF BOTH.

ANNE, HI. I'M DONALD STRACHEY.

I'M A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR.

I'D BEEN WORKING A LITTLE BIT

WITH YOUR BROTHER
AND WITH EDDIE.

I'M SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOST.

WELL, THANK YOU.

HOW IS EDDIE?

HE'S DOING OKAY.

UHM, YOU KNOW I THINK
HE'S STILL IN SHOCK.

WELL, GOD. IT MUST HAVE
BEEN SO AWFUL FOR HIM.

I MEAN, THEM BREAKING
UP AND THEN THIS.

THAT'S AWFUL.

I'M SORRY.

I DIDN'T HAVE THE IMPRESSION
THAT THEY WERE BREAKING UP.

WELL, I JUST ASSUMED IT.
I MEAN, THE WILL.

THE WILL?

WELL, HE DIDN'T LEAVE
ANYTHING FOR EDDIE.

WHO DID HE LEAVE TO?

ME.

YOU SOUND SURPRISED BY THAT.

YEAH, I AM SURPRISED BY THAT.

WELL, DON'T YOU THINK IT'S A
LITTLE BIT STRANGE NOT TO KNOW

WHEN YOU'RE IN SOMEBODY'S WILL?

UH, OKAY. I THINK
I GET THE DRIFT OF THIS.

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, OKAY?

JOHN WAS A ROYAL PAIN IN THE ASS

BUT HE WAS FAMILY
AND I LOVED HIM.

AND IF YOU'RE THINKING FOR
ONE SECOND THAT WHAT?

I MURDERED HIM FOR
HALF A BOWLING ALLEY

AND A FUCKING HOUSE?
YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR MIND. OKAY?

SO, EXCUSE ME. BUT I HAVE
TO GO BURY MY BROTHER NOW.

WHAT A JERK!

ALWAYS THAT SUBTLE, DONALD?

NO. USUALLY THEY HIT ME.

CABLE JOHN.

YEAH. CABLE JOHN, RIGHT HERE.

HEY.

ANY LUCK?

NOT YET. ALL THE FILES LISTED ON
THE DATABASE ARE ACCOUNTED FOR.

OKAY. WOULD YOU LOOK UNDER
ULTIMATE SOMETHING,

WHAT WAS IT THAT JOHN
CALLED THIS GUY?

ULTIMATE HYPOCRITICAL ASSHOLE.
IT'S THE FIRST PLACE

WE LOOKED BUT THERE'S NO
ENTRY UNDER THAT NAME.

BUT THERE'S LOTS OF ENTRIES
FOR EVERYBODY ELSE.

WE'VE BEEN HERE FOR HOURS
AND WE'RE ONLY IN THE C'S.

IT'S LATE. I GOTTA GO.

NO, EDDIE. YOU DON'T
HAVE TO LEAVE.

YOU CAN STAY WITH US FOR
AWHILE TILL YOU GET SETTLED.

THANKS.

THANKS A LOT BUT I
GOTTA GET TO WORK.

YOU'RE GOING BACK
TO THE COPY SHOP?

THE SHOW MUST GO ON.

SEE YOU TOMORROW.

OKAY.

EDDIE, UH, LOOK. THIS IS THE
CHECK THAT JOHN GAVE ME.

I WAS GONNA GIVE IT BACK TO HIM

BUT MAYBE YOU SHOULD
KEEP IT, HUH?

NO, THANKS. THE DEAL WAS
BETWEEN YOU AND JOHN.

IT'S YOURS.

THINK OF IT AS A FINDER'S
FEE IN ADVANCE.

YOU GOT IT.

GOOD NIGHT.

HEY, EDDIE.

WHAT KIND OF CAR DID
YOU AND JOHN DRIVE?

TOYOTA.

JOHN DIDN'T TRUST AMERICAN CARS.

THOUGHT THEY DRINK GAS LIKE
HE USED TO DRINK VODKA.

WHY?

OH, WE'RE JUST THINKING ABOUT
GETTING A NEW CAR.

IT WAS ON MY MIND.

IT'S NOTHING. I'M SORRY.

GOOD NIGHT.

OKAY.

ARE WE GETTING A NEW CAR?

NO, SWEETHEART.

DO YOU THINK THAT'S A GOOD
IDEA LETTING HIM GO OFF

BY HIMSELF LIKE THAT?

I MEAN, WHAT IF SOMETHING
HAPPENED?

GO TO THE WINDOW.

OKAY.

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

NOTHING. NO, WAIT. WAIT.

THERE'S EDDIE WALKING
DOWN THE STREET.

UH-HUM.

LOOK ACROSS THE STREET, THERE
SHOULD BE A BIG BLUE

CAR, COUPLE OF GUYS IN IT,
PROBABLY DRINKING COFFEE.

OH, YEAH.

EATING DONUTS.

POLICE. HA.

BOB BAILEY'S HAD A TAIL ON
EDDIE EVER SINCE THEY

FOUND JOHN'S BODY.

HE'S AS SAFE AS IF HE
WAS IN HIS OWN BED.

TRUST ME. LOOK AT THIS.

RUTKA'S BANK ACCOUNT?

UH-HUH.

FIRST RULE OF DETECTIVE WORK,
MY LOVE, FOLLOW THE

YELLOW BRICK ROAD.

ALRIGHT, DOROTHY.

JOHN PAID ME WITH A CHEQUE. IT
SAID, RUTKA REPORT INCORPORATED.

I'M WILLING TO BET THAT HE
PAID THESE SCUMBAGS HE GOT

INFORMATION FROM THE SAME WAY.

HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY I
THINK YOU'RE A GENIUS?

NOT LATELY.

HERE IT IS. THERE IT IS.

FIELD REPORT, GIVE ME A BREAK.

DAMN, IT'S JUST INITIALS, N. Z.

THERE'S ANOTHER ONE. D. R.

UH-HUM.

AND H. G. LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE
ALL PAID THE SAME WAY,

MONTHLY.

D.R. IS NOT DOING TOO BAD.
LOOK, HE'S MAKING MORE THAN

THE OTHER TWO COMBINED.

UH-HUH.

$1400 A MONTH.

THAT'S WHERE I'LL START.

HOW ARE YOU GONNA FIND
OUT WHO D.R. IS?

WELL, COME ON WHERE ELSE SHOULD
YOU GO WHEN YOU WANT TO FIND

OUT WHAT'S GOING ON UNDER
THE ROCKS AND THE SAND, HUH?

[PHONE RINGING]

HELLO. YEAH, I'M DIK STEELE.

HMM, ME TOO.

I'M SO HORNY.

YEAH, YEAH. I'M HARD.

OH, MAN. I'M SO HARD.

I'M GONNA, I'M GONNA SHOOT.

YOU KNOW THE BEST THING
ABOUT THE PEOPLE

ON THE PHONES, DONALD?

THEY WORK FOR A MINIMUM WAGE?

YEAH, THAT'S GOOD.

BUT, UH, THE BEST THING IS,
YOU SEE WHEN I POSE,

THERE'S ONLY ONE DIK STEELE.
BUT OVER HERE WE HAVE A

DOZEN DIK STEELES.

I MAKE IN AN HOUR WHAT
I USED TO MAKE IN A DAY

TURNING TRICKS AT THE HOTEL.

YOU SEE, YOU SEE THAT.
YOU ARE A CREDIT TO

FREE ENTERPRISE.

IT'S THE AMERICAN WAY.

SO, UH, WHAT'S UP?

WELL, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

UH, MAYBE IN PRIVATE?

I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK.

IT'S TIME FOR MY 2
PM WHEAT GRASS.

THE BODY'S A TEMPLE,
YOU KNOW THAT.

YEAH, I'VE SEEN YOUR
PRAYER SERVICE.

I NEED SOME INFORMATION, DIK.

WHAT KIND OF INFORMATION?

HAVE ANY OF YOUR CLIENTS
EVER BEEN OUTED

BY JOHN RUTKA?

IN OTHER WORDS, DO I KNOW WHO
MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM?

YOU SEE, YOU ARE MORE THAN
JUST A PRETTY DICK, DIK.

SURE, I KNOW WHO MIGHT
HAVE KILLED HIM.

I MEAN EVERY CLOSET QUEEN
IN ALBANY HATED RUTKA.

BUT WOULD ONE OF MY CLIENTS
HAVE ACTUALLY DONE IT?

I DOUBT IT.

[ALARMS SOUNDS]

HMM, TIME FOR MY
2:15 PHOTO SHOOT.

DO YOU MIND IF GET CHANGED?

HMM, BE MY GUEST.

ANY OF THOSE CLOSETED
CLIENTS OF YOURS

HAPPEN TO BE ON
THE POLICE FORCE?

YOU KNOW I CAN'T ANSWER THAT.
IT'S PRETTY IMPORTANT,

OUR CLIENT'S TRUST.

THAT'S SACRED.

I DON'T WANNA DO THAT.

HOW ABOUT I GIVE YOU SOME
INITIALS, ALRIGHT?

AND YOU CAN GIVE ME NAMES
OF PEOPLE THAT MIGHT BE

CLIENTS.

YOU CAN DO THAT, CAN'T YOU?

LET'S JUST FORGET ABOUT ALL
THIS AND LET'S HAVE SOME FUN.

YEAH.

THE INITIALS, DIK.

H.G., D.R., N.Z.

YOU DON'T WANT NAMES.

H.G., D.R., N.Z.

YOU WANT THIS.

H.G., D.R., N.Z.

ALRIGHT, FINE.

I KNOW I OWE YOU, ALRIGHT?

WHEN YOU HELPED ME OUT WITH
THAT GUY IN THAT PLACE

THAT TIME BUT WHAT YOU'RE
ASKING ME TO DO IS THE SAME

THING THAT PEOPLE HATED
RUTKA FOR DOING.

EXCEPT THAT JOHN RUTKA IS DEAD.

I'M TRYING TO FIND HIS KILLER
AND YOU CAN HELP ME.

SO, IS THIS GONNA MAKE US EVEN?

WELL, IT'S A START.

FINE.

I DON'T KNOW THE FIRST TWO.

BUT THE LAST ONE, N.Z.,
NATHAN ZANC.

IT'S GOTTA BE NATHAN ZANC.

WELCOME TO THE PARMARLY
PLAZA HOTEL.

MAY I HELP YOU?

WELCOME TO THE PARMARLY
PLAZA HOTEL.

MAY I HELP YOU?

WELCOME TO THE PARMARLY
PLAZA HOTEL.

MAY I HELP YOU?

[JOHN WHISTLES]

UH, WELL, WELCOME TO THE
PARMARLY PLAZA HOTEL.

MAY I HELP YOU?

ACTUALLY, I'M LOOKING
FOR NATHAN ZANC.

CERTAINLY.

UHM, MAY I TELL HIM YOUR NAME?

UH, JUST TELL HIM I'M
A FRIEND OF A FRIEND.

I'LL JUST BE A MOMENT.

MR. ZANC, THERE'S A
GENTLEMAN HERE TO

SEE YOU.

HE WON'T SAY.

BUT HE SAID HE'S A
FRIEND OF YOURS.

YES, SIR.

YES, SIR.

UHM, I'M SORRY.

MR. ZANC ISN'T IN RIGHT NOW.

REALLY?

REALLY.

MAY I HELP YOU?

[DOOR OPENING]

HELLO, NATHAN.

WHAT THE HELL?

I'M SORRY, MR. ZANC.

BUT HE TOLD ME I'LL GO
TO JAIL IF I DIDN'T.

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

MY NAME'S STRACHEY.
I'M A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR.

I USED TO WORK WITH JOHN
RUTKA, JUST LIKE YOU.

I'M SURE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT
YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

PERHAPS I CAN EDUCATE YOU.

JOHN RUTKA MADE SIZEABLE
MONTHLY PAYMENTS TO YOU.

IN EXCHANGE, YOU TOLD HIM
ABOUT THINGS LIKE THAT.

MR. ZANC, ARE THEY ALLOWED
TO DO THAT IN THIS HOTEL?

GET OUT NOW!

GO!

I'VE HEARD ABOUT YOU.

YOU'RE THAT LITTLE NANCY BOY
DREW RUNNING AROUND TOWN

CAUSING TROUBLE.

WELL, YOU'VE GOT NOTHING ON
ME SO MIGHT I SUGGEST THAT

YOU GO AND PEDDLE YOUR
ASS SOMEWHERE ELSE.

MAYBE I WILL.

RIGHT AFTER I GIVE JOHN
RUTKA'S FINANCIAL REPORTS TO

THE POLICE.

THE ONES THAT HAVE YOUR
NAME ALL OVER THEM WITH

AMOUNTS AND DATES.

SEE, I FIGURE THAT COMBINED
WITH THE TESTIMONY OF YOUR

LITTLE FRONT DESK BUTT BOY
THERE, THAT'LL PUT YOU OUT

OF THE HOTEL BUSINESS FOR LIFE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I WANT TO KNOW WHO'S STARRING IN

THESE LITTLE MOVIES YOU
WERE SELLING TO RUTKA.

I DON'T REMEMBER.

PERHAPS I CAN REFRESH
YOUR MEMORY.

NO! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!

ALRIGHT, FINE.

[FIRE ALARM SOUNDS]

ONE OF THEM WAS SLINGER.
BRUNO SLINGER,

THE CONGRESSMAN.

HE USED TO COME IN
HERE EVERY COUPLE

OF MONTHS WITH THAT
LITTLE TWINK FROM

TV. WHAT'S HIS NAME?

RONNIE LINKLATER?

AND SLINGER, TOGETHER?
ARE YOU SURE?

YES. I KNOW, HE USED TO MAKE
THE GUY JERK HIM OFF

WITH A PUPPET, OKAY.
IT WAS SICK.

YOU'RE NOT TOO SICK YOURSELF.

YEAH, LITTLE GIRL'S GOTTA
MAKE A LIVING, RIGHT?

WHO ELSE?

COME ON.

I DON'T KNOW.

THERE WAS A THIRD NAME. TELL
ME, SOMEBODY THAT RUTKA

CALLED THE ULTIMATE
HYPOCRITICAL ASSHOLE.

THE WHAT?

SOMEBODY THAT RUTKA WANTED TO
OUT MORE THAN ANYBODY ELSE.

WHO WAS IT?

I DON'T KNOW. AND EVEN IF I
DID, HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING

ABOUT IT.

AND THEN WHO DID HE SAY IT TO?

MAYBE THERE'S SOME OTHER
SCUMBAG SELLING THIS SHIT TO

RUTKA.

I DON'T KNOW. NO! PLEASE DON'T.

OKAY.

ALRIGHT.

OKAY, DAMN IT!

HOWIE GLADES. HE RUNS THE
FOUNTAIN OF EDEN HOTEL ON

TUNNEL DRIVE.

VERY GOOD, NATHAN. THAT'S H.
G. NOW TELL ME WHO D. R. IS!

I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, ALRIGHT?

DONALD REECE. JESUS
FUCKING CHRIST!

WILL YOU GET OUT OF HERE?

THIS IS GONNA BE HARD ENOUGH
TO EXPLAIN AS IT IS.

THANK YOU, NATHAN.

ONE LAST THING.

NO, NO.

JESUS.

JUST DELIVERING YOU
FROM TEMPTATION.

PROBABLY NOT THE BEST DAY TO
ASK YOUR BOSS FOR THAT RAISE.

[BELL RINGS]

HELLO, HOWIE.

I DON'T KNOW YOU.

WE HAVE A MUTUAL FRIEND.

JOHN RUTKA.

I'M AFRAID I DON'T
KNOW HIM, EITHER.

REALLY?

HOW COME HE GAVE YOU A LITTLE
OVER $6000 LAST YEAR?

CLEANING SERVICES?

THERE ARE BACTERIUM
EVERYWHERE IN A PLACE

LIKE THIS.

DISEASES.

ONE MUST KEEP THINGS STERILIZED.

THERE ARE ABOUT 90 REFERENCES
TO YOU AND YOUR

MOTEL IN JOHN RUTKA'S
FINANCIAL RECORDS.

I DON'T THINK YOUR CLIENTELE
WOULD BE TOO HAPPY IF THEY START

FINDING OUT THAT YOU ARE
SELLING THEIR NAMES.

[OXYGEN TANK NOISE]

SO, YOU'RE BLACKMAILING ME?

IS THAT THE PURPOSE
OF THIS VISIT?

NO, IT ISN'T.

I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT
RONNIE LINKLATER.

I'M SORRY, I DON'T
WATCH TELEVISION.

THAT'S BAD, HOWIE.

JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING [CHOKING]

MAYBE YOUR BRAIN'S NOT
GETTING ENOUGH OXYGEN,

HUH?

MAYBE I COULD FIX THAT
FOR YOU, HOWIE.

TRY THAT.

HOW'S THAT, HUH?

I ONCE HEARD

IF YOU BREATHE PURE OXYGEN
FOR MORE THAN A COUPLE

OF SECONDS YOUR BRAINS
STARTS TO SWELL.

UNTIL IT PUSHES AGAINST THE
INSIDE OF YOUR SKULL AND HAS

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO, IT
EXPLODES LIKE A ROTTEN

GRAPE FRUIT.

STOP.

[GASPING]

OKAY.

LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN.

OKAY, HOWIE?

RONNIE LINKLATER.

HE USED TO COME HERE
EVERY WEDNESDAY

WITH HIS BOYFRIEND.

BRUNO SLINGER?

NO, NOT SLINGER. I KNOW HIM.

THIS WAS SOMEBODY ELSE.

HE NEVER GOT CLOSE ENOUGH
FOR ME TO SEE.

I TRIED. MISTER RUTKA WOULD
HAVE PAID A LOT OF MONEY

FOR THAT.

BUT HE DROVE A BIG BLUE BUICK
WITH TINTED WINDOWS

AND I COULDN'T SEE HIM.

RECOGNIZE HIS PLATE NUMBER?

OF COURSE.

MISTER RUTKA WANTED ME TO
KEEP TRACK OF THINGS

LIKE THAT.

HE'D PAY EXTRA, ESPECIALLY
FOR THIS ONE.

HE SAID HE WANTED TO NAIL
THE ULTIMATE ASSHOLE.

DID HE?

NO, NOT AFTER WHAT HAPPENED
IN ROOM THREE LAST MONTH.

WHAT HAPPENED IN ROOM
THREE, HOWIE?

AND YEAH, ON THE CEILING.

I SUPPOSED IT WAS THE HOURS
OF POUNDING ON THE BED THAT

LOOSENED THE SCREWS,
BUT IT FELL.

AGH.

DID HIS BOYFRIEND GET KILLED?

I DON'T KNOW?

HOWIE?

NO, NO, NO.

I SWEAR, I SWEAR TO YOU.

RONNIE MUST HAVE CALLED
SOMEONE ON HIS CELL PHONE.

BECAUSE A WHITE CAR TURNED
UP, TWO MEN GOT OUT

IN LONG COATS, YOU KNOW LIKE
BUSINESS MEN OR MAFIA.

I WAS AFRAID THAT RONNIE'S
FRIEND MIGHT HAVE BEEN A

GODFATHER OR SOMETHING.

SO I KEPT MY NOSE OUT OF IT.

ONE OF THE MEN DROVE AWAY IN
THE WHITE CAR AND THE OTHER

ONE DROVE AWAY IN THE
BOYFRIEND'S BLUE CAR.

DID YOU TELL ANYBODY ABOUT THIS?

RONNIE GAVE ME A THOUSAND
SHUT UP DOLLARS.

SO, I WENT IN.

CLEANED UP THE BLOOD,
MADE THE BED.

WHAT ABOUT THE POLICE?

NO, NO POLICE.

IN FACT, I RENTED THE ROOM AN
HOUR LATER TO A DWARF AND

TWO HOOKERS.

IT WAS A GOOD NIGHT.

NOVEMBER 29TH. LICENSE
PLATE NUMBER

FOR THE BLUE CAR.

WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER
CAR, THE WHITE ONE?

NO, THE PLATE WAS TAPED
UP. I COULDN'T SEE IT.

YOU SOLD ALL THIS
INFORMATION TO RUTKA?

OF COURSE. WE HAD A DEAL.

BUT IT'S A SHAME
ABOUT MR. RUTKA.

YOU LIKED HIM?

NOT PARTICULARLY.

BUT I DID LIKE HIS MONEY.

NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE
ME, MISTER STRACHEY.

I HAVE SOME CLEANING TO DO.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOG WHIMPERING]

[DOOR OPENING]

[DOG WHIMPERING - MENACING MUSIC
PLAYS IN BACKGROUND]

WATSON?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE?

[GASPING]

ALBANY MOTOR VEHICLES.

HI HELEN, IT'S DONALD STRACHEY.

HELLO HANDSOME. ARE
YOU STILL GAY?

ARE YOU STILL BEAUTIFUL?

JUST GIVE ME THE PLATE NUMBER
AND I'LL RUN A CHECK.

WELL, WELL, WELL.

HERE'S TROUBLE.

HOW'S THAT?

WELL LAST CUSTOMER OF
THE DAY, IT'S ALWAYS

TROUBLE.

BECAUSE I ALWAYS LOSE MONEY
WHEN I MAKE THE DEAL.

ART MURPHY'S THE NAME.

STRACHEY, DONALD STRACHEY.

HI, MISTER STRACHEY. ANY
PICK OF CAR YOU GOT

IN MIND?

WELL THERE IS, SIR.

THIS ONE, RIGHT HERE.

OH WELL.

I ADMIRE YOUR TASTE BUT
THIS ONE'S TAKEN.

IT HAPPENS TO BE MINE.

WELL IF YOU WANT A LARGER CAR,

I GOT QUITE A NUMBER ON.

NO, MISTER MURPHY I'M AFRAID,
I'M ONLY INTERESTED

IN THIS CAR.

AND WHY IT'S BEEN PARKED AT THE
FOUNTAIN OF EDEN MOTEL EVERY

WEDNESDAY NIGHT.

I'M SORRY, I FORGOT YOUR NAME?

STRACHEY.

I'M A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR.

I'M LOOKING INTO THE
DEATH OF JOHN RUTKA.

DID YOU KNOW HIM?

RUTKA?

IS THAT THE GAY GUY THEY
FOUND ALL BURNED UP?

THAT'S RIGHT, THE GAY GUY.

DID YOU KNOW HIM?

I DON'T KNOW PEOPLE LIKE THAT.

AND I'VE NEVER BEEN TO THE
GARDEN OF EDEN MOTEL.

IT'S CALLED THE FOUNTAIN
OF EDEN MOTEL, SIR.

MAYBE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN THERE,

BUT YOUR CAR SURE HAS.

SAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME
WHO YOU LOAN YOUR CAR TO AND

WE'LL KEEP YOUR NAME AND
THE POLICE OUT OF THIS.

HUH?

WHO DRIVES MY CAR IS NONE
OF YOUR GODDAMN BUSINESS.

NOW I TELL YOU THIS.

WHOEVER IT IS, HE'S GOT
NOTHING TO DO WITH

THAT GODDAMN MURDER.

WHY IS THAT, BECAUSE HE'S DEAD?

WHO THE FUCK DO YOU
THINK YOU ARE? HUH?

COMING IN TO MY FUCKING PLACE
AND ACCUSING ME OF GOD

KNOWS WHAT?

ALL RIGHT, SETTLE DOWN.

DON'T YOU FUCKING TELL
ME TO SETTLE DOWN!

NOW, I DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING
TELL YOU ANYTHING.

DO YOU HEAR ME?

MISTER MURPHY.

ALRIGHT, TAKE IT EASY.

YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

RIGHT NOW.

SETTLE DOWN.

DON'T YOU TELL ME
TO TAKE IT EASY!

YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

ALRIGHT TAKE IT.

I'M NOT HEARING A GOD DAMN
THING NOW GET THE HELL OUT.

GO GET THE FUCK OUT
OF HERE, YOU.

GOD DAMN, SON OF A BITCH.

[DOG YELPING] WATSON?

TIMMY?

TIMOTHY?

WHERE ARE THE FILES?

TELL ME OR I'LL RIP YOUR
FUCKING HEAD OFF!

WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?

TIMOTHY?

TIMMY!

TALK TO ME. TIMMY.

TALK TO ME.

[TELEVISION IN THE BACKGROUND]

HEY?

DONALD. IT'S YOU.

I'M HERE.

DONALD, DARLING.

WHEN I'M GONE.

OKAY SHHH.

PLEASE LISTEN TO ME.

I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE ALONE.

I WANT YOU TO FIND SOMEONE.

SOMEONE,

FAT AND UGLY WITH
A VERY SMALL PENIS.

YOU BITCH.

DON'T, DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH.

I'M SORRY.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HURTS
MORE, MY HEAD OR MY LEG.

HERE'S ONE FOR YOUR HEAD,

THANK YOU.

HERE'S ONE FOR YOUR LEG.

THANK YOU.

AND HERE'S ONE FOR YOU.

I'M SO SORRY.

OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD BEING
MARRIED TO A PRIVATE EYE.

WHO WAS THAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

I DIDN'T GET A GOOD LOOK AT HIM.

BUT I CAN PROMISE YOU,
HE'S GONNA BE LIMPING

FOR A FEW DAYS.

WHAT ABOUT THE FILES?

THEY'RE SAFE FOR NOW.

TILL I GET HOME TONIGHT
AND BURN THEM TO ASH.

WHAT?

DONALD, WE STILL HAVEN'T
FOUND THE RIGHT ONE.

I DON'T CARE.

IT'S OVER.

YOU'RE QUITTING?

DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID
TO ME, WHEN THIS WHOLE

THING STARTED?

THAT THOSE FILES AND THE CRAP
THAT'S INSIDE OF THEM

AND HOW CAN THAT RUIN
PEOPLES LIVES?

WELL THEY JUST STARTED ON OURS.

LOOK, I KNOW WHAT I SAID.

BUT THAT WAS BEFORE
JOHN RUTKA DIED.

OKAY, I'M GONNA CALL YOUR
DOCTOR, YOU DEFINITELY GOT

BRAIN DAMAGE.

NO, NO LISTEN.

SOMETHING KILLED EDDIE'S
PARTNER AND NO ONE'S GONNA CARE

WHO IT WAS, EXCEPT US.

DO YOU CARE ABOUT JOHN RUTKA?

WELL WHAT ABOUT ABSOLUTE
RIGHTS AND WRONGS?

HUH?

WELL, I STILL DON'T THINK
JOHN WAS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.

I KNOW HIS MURDER WAS WRONG.

YOU NEED TO FINISH THIS, DONALD.

FOR HIM. AND FOR US.

YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO.

BECAUSE YOU'RE SPECIAL,
BECAUSE YOU'RE, YOU.

OH FUCK.

YOU STEPPED ON MY
FUCKING FOOT AGAIN.

CUT, CUT.

JESUS CHRIST, IT'S TWO STEPS

TO THE RIGHT, ONE TO THE LEFT.

YOU FUCKING IDIOT.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

FUCK YOU, RONNIE.

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DOESN'T
KNOW YOUR RIGHT FOOT

FROM YOUR LEFT.

LET'S TAKE IT FROM THE TOP.

OH FUCK IT, I CAN'T WORK
WITH THAT FELT FUCKER.

I'LL BE IN MY DRESSING ROOM.

GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY.

WHAT?

FUCK YOU, RONNIE.

HELLO RONNIE.

SHIT.

ARE YOU FEELING FREE
TO BE YOU TODAY?

I'M CALLING SECURITY.

GO AHEAD.

ONE OF THEM'S GOTTA BE ON
JOHN RUTKA'S PAYROLL AS WELL.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

HOW'S YOUR BOYFRIEND DOING?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

OH SURE YOU DO, RONNIE.

YOUR BOYFRIEND, THE ONE WHO
USED TO FUCK YOU EVERY

WEDNESDAY NIGHT AT THE FOUNTAIN

OF EDEN MOTEL, YOU REMEMBER?

THE ONE WHO GOT WHACKED
BY THAT FALLING MIRROR.

DID HE DIE?

LEAVE ME ALONE.

DID HE LIVE? HE LIVED AND
DECIDED TO GET RID OF THE

JOHN RUTKA PROBLEM YOU'RE
BOTH HAVING BY GETTING RID

OF JOHN RUTKA?

IS THAT WHERE YOU WERE LAST
WEDNESDAY NIGHT, RONNIE?

WERE YOU AND YOUR BOYFRIEND
HAVING A COOK OUT WITH JOHN

RUTKA AS THE MAIN COURSE?

NO, I HAD NOTHING
TO DO WITH THAT.

I WAS AT A MEETING.

WITH WHO?

I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT.

LET ME GUESS. BRUNO SLINGER?

DON'T WORRY, RONNIE.

I'M NOT HERE TO OUT
EITHER ONE OF YOU.

OKAY?

I JUST NEED SOME ANSWERS
AND YOU NEED AN ALIBI.

IS IT BRUNO?

YES.

IF HE FINDS OUT I TOLD YOU-

HE'LL WHAT, KILL YOU?

HE'S NOT LIKE THAT.

BUT YOUR OLD BOYFRIEND
WAS, WASN'T HE?

THE ONE FROM THE
FOUNTAIN OF EDEN.

HE WASN'T MY BOYFRIEND.

HE WAS NEVER MY BOYFRIEND.

I'M GONNA DO YOU A
FAVOR, RONNIE.

ALRIGHT, YOU'RE GONNA TELL
ME HIS NAME AND I'M GONNA

GET RID OF JOHN RUTKA'S FILES

ON BOTH OF YOU.

HE'S NOT IN ANY FILE.

HE'S TOO CAREFUL FOR THAT.

OKAY. HE'S STILL ALIVE, GOOD.

TELL ME HIS NAME, RONNIE.

TELL ME HIS FUCKING NAME!

GOD, I THINK I'M GONNA BE SICK.

RONNIE.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS
TO YOURSELF, RONNIE?

WHY ARE YOU PROTECTING
HIM, RONNIE?

WHAT'S HE GOT ON YOU?

RONNIE.

MY FOOT HURTS.

[SOUND OF FOOT STEPS]

WELL, IF IT ISN'T THE
MAN OF MY DREAMS.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

[SOUND OF FOOT STEPS]

WELL, LOOK AT THAT.

IT'S CONGRESSMAN SLINGER.

GOT TO TELL YOU, BRUNO.

YOUR PICTURES DON'T
DO YOU JUSTICE.

BUT THEN AGAIN SO FEW MEN
COULD PULL OFF THE LEATHER

HARNESS COCK RING LOOK.

WHERE IS MY FILE?

ISN'T THAT THE MILLION-DOLLAR
QUESTION?

TOO BAD VIN DIESEL HERE COULDN'T
ANSWER IT FOR YOU.

ENOUGH.

LOOK STRACHEY, I DON'T HAVE
ANY PARTICULAR PROBLEM

WITH YOU.

ALL I WANT, IS RUTKA'S
FILE ON ME.

NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

WELL, I GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT.

BECAUSE I GOT QUESTIONS.

NAMELY, WHY DID YOU
KILL JOHN RUTKA?

SURELY A MAN AS BIG AND
POWERFUL AS A CONGRESSMAN

COULD FIND A WAY TO HANDLE
THE SITUATION BETTER.

NICE TRY.

BUT I DIDN'T DO IT.

I WISH I HAD.

IT'S JUST NOT MY STYLE.

YOU'RE MUCH MORE OF THE
KIDNAPPER, TORTURE KIND

OF A REPUBLICAN.

LOOK, I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR
THIS CAT AND MOUSE SHIT,

STRACHEY.

YOU ALREADY KNOW WHERE I WAS
WHEN RUTKA WAS TORCHED.

AND YOU ALREADY
TALKED TO RONNIE.

SO LET'S JUST MAKE THIS FAST.

WHERE IS MY FILE?

YOU WANT TO KNOW?

COME HERE.

I'LL TELL YOU.

IT'S IN A SAFE DEPOSIT BOX
IN A BANK DOWNTOWN.

WHERE YOU KNOW, IF ANYTHING
HAPPENS TO ME OR

TO TIMMY IT'S TO GO STRAIGHT
TO THE ALBANY TIMES.

IF YOU KILL ME BRUNO, YOU
AND YOUR LITTLE HARD-ONS

MAKE THE FRONT PAGE.

THANK YOU, HANDSOME.

IF YOU GET SICK AND TIRED
WHY DON'T YOU GIVE ME A CALL?

HOW MUCH IS THIS GONNA COST ME?

TEN, TWENTY?

ONE.

YOU ANSWER ONE QUESTION,
YOU GET YOUR FILE.

YOU GIVE ME THE FILE FIRST.

WHO WAS RONNIE LINKLETTER'S
LOVER BEFORE YOU?

THAT'S IT?

THAT'S YOUR QUESTION?

YEAH?

EASY.

I DON'T KNOW.

RONNIE DOESN'T TALK ABOUT HIM.

NEVER MENTIONS HIS NAME.

WHICH I LIKE.

IT MEANS HE WON'T TALK
ABOUT ME EITHER.

NOW WHERE IS MY FILE?

I'LL SEND IT TO YOU.

IF YOU FUCK WITH ME.

YOU'LL END UP LIKE RUTKA.

AND I'LL LIGHT THE
FUCKING MATCH MYSELF.

COME ON, SLINGER.

WOULD I LIE TO AN
ELECTED OFFICIAL?

ONE MORE THING.

LEAVE RONNIE ALONE.

HE'S MESSED UP AS IT IS.

WITH ALL THIS SHIT, HAVING
SOMEBODY HE TRUSTED TURN

ON HIM LIKE THAT.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE
HE TRUSTED?

COME ON, STRACHEY.

YOU'RE THE PRIVATE EYE.

DIDN'T YOU DO YOUR HOME WORK?

RUTKA WAS LIKE A BIG
BROTHER TO RONNIE.

THEY HAD A FIGHT A LITTLE
WHILE AGO, AND THAT WAS THAT.

WHAT WAS THE FIGHT ABOUT?

I DON'T KNOW.

RUTKA'S WANTED TO
OUT SOME PRIEST.

AND RONNIE WOULDN'T HELP.

WHY?

RONNIE'S A CHURCH-GOING BOY?

[CHUCKLES]

YOU REALLY DON'T KNOW VERY
MUCH, NOW DO YOU?

RUTKA HEARD RONNIE SINGING IN
THE SAINT MICHAEL'S CHOIR.

AND HE CONVINCES HIM TO
GET INTO SHOW BUSINESS.

IF YOUR IDEA OF SHOW
BUSINESS IS PUPPETS.

[CHUCKLES]

WHY DO I HAVE TO GO TO
THE DIOCESE WITH YOU?

FATHER MORGAN KNOWS YOU.

YES.

BUT HE LIKES YOU.

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS FIND
OUT WHO THE PARISH PRIEST

WAS AT SAINT MICHAEL'S WHEN
JOHN RUTKA WAS A BOY, OKAY?

YOU WOULDN'T MAKE ME
DO THIS IF I WASN'T

IN THIS CHAIR.

[SINGING IN CHORUS]

COULD WE BE MORE GAY?

WHOA.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

THAT'S ART MURPHY, THE CAR
DEALER. WHAT'S HE DOING HERE?

HELLO?

MURPHY? IRISH CATHOLIC
VISITING THE SICK BISHOP?

IRISH?

LIKE YOU, THAT'S GOOD
YOU COULD TALK TO HIM.

WHAT?

JUST FIND OUT WHO
HE LOANS HIS CAR TO.

HE'S GOT THIS BIG BLUE BUICK.
JUST GO TALK TO HIM.

WHY DON'T YOU DO IT?

BECAUSE THE LAST TIME
HE SAW ME, HE TRIED

TO BEAT MY BRAINS OUT
WITH HIS TIRE IRON,

HE MAY WANT TO FINISH THE JOB.

GO.

I'M SORRY.

AM I INTERRUPTING?

NO, PLEASE COME IN.

IT'S SUCH A SHAME.

HOW'S HE DOING?

DOCTOR SAYS HE'S
SHOWING PROGRESS.

THEY SAY HE COULD
WAKE UP ANYTIME.

HAVE WE MET?

NO, NOT EXACTLY.

I'M TIMMY CALLAHAN.

WELL I'M JOAN MURPHY AND
THIS IS MY HUSBAND ART.

TWO MURPHY'S.

AND A CALLAHAN.

GREAT DAY FOR THE IRISH.

SO, ART MURPHY.

AH HUH?

NOT THE ART MURPHY THAT OWNS
A BIG CAR DEALERSHIP?

YEAH, THAT'S ME, YEAH.

ARE YOU IN THE MARKET?

ACTUALLY, ACTUALLY.

I AM IN THE MARKET.

I'M LOOKING FOR AN UPGRADE
FOR MY TOYOTA FLACKER.

FLACKER?

UH HMM.

I'M AFRAID I DON'T
KNOW THAT ONE.

YEAH.

YEAH IT'S TOO SMALL THOUGH.

THERE'S NO MORE ROOM FOR
ME AND THE WIFE, THE KIDS.

I NEED SOMETHING A
LITTLE BIGGER.

SOMETHING LIKE A BUICK.

OOH NOW YOU'RE TALKING.

THAT'S WHAT I DRIVE.

REALLY?

YEAH HE DOES.

GOSH ISN'T THAT SOMETHING.

WELL MAYBE I COULD COME BY
SOMETIME AND TAKE IT

FOR A TEST DRIVE?

GOOD LUCK TO YOU.

ART DOESN'T LET ANYBODY
TOUCH HIS CAR.

EXCEPT MY BROTHER, WHEN
HE DID HIS ROUNDS.

THAT'S JUST BECAUSE HE COULD
WRITE IT OFF AS CHARITY

ON HIS TAXES.

YOU KNOW, RIGHT WELL.

I'D GIVE IT ALL BACK JUST
TO HAVE HIM, YOU KNOW,

UP AND AROUND AGAIN.

WITH GOD'S HELP, HE WILL BE.

WHO?

BISHOP MCFEE IS YOUR BROTHER?

YEAH.

AND HE BORROWS THE CAR.

ISN'T THAT NICE.

THEY LIED ABOUT THE
MIRROR FALLING ON

THE BISHOP AND ALMOST
KILLING HIM, JUST

TO COVER UP HIS AFFAIR WITH
RONNIE LINKLATER.

I WONDER WHAT ELSE
THEY'RE HIDING.

DONALD, I DON'T FEEL
VERY GOOD ABOUT THIS.

TIMOTHY, PLEASE.

ARE YOU COMING?

YEAH, YEAH.

I'LL HANDLE IT, ALRIGHT?

I'VE KNOWN FR. MORGAN
SINCE SEMINARY SCHOOL.

THIS IS.

HE'S NOT GONNA MIND ANSWERING
A COUPLE OF QUESTIONS.

OKAY? I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.

RIGHT, RIGHT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN,

YOU'LL TAKE CARE OF IT?

I DON'T THINK THAT'S A
GOOD IDEA, EITHER DONALD.

YOU TALK TO HIM, THEN.

TIMOTHY RELAX.

FATHER MORGAN.

DONALD!

WELL TIM, WELL WHAT BRINGS YOU
OUT HERE TO MY NEIGHBORHOOD?

AH TIMOTHY HAD A COUPLE
OF QUESTIONS.

WE WERE JUST DRIVING
BY THE NEIGHBORHOOD.

AND IT WAS A LOVELY DAY AND
WE THOUGHT THAT WE WOULD.

FATHER MORGAN I'M WORKING
ON THE JOHN RUTKA CASE.

ARE YOU FAMILIAR?

THE HOMOSEXUAL ACTIVIST?

THAT'S RIGHT.

SAD SITUATION.

SERIOUS.

I JUST NEED TO KNOW WHO WAS
THE PARISH PRIEST WAS AT

SAINT MICHAEL'S WHEN JOHN
RUTKA WAS A BOY, LATE 50'S

EARLY 60'S?

OH MY GOSH. THAT WAS
BEFORE MY TIME HERE.

YOU KNOW I COULD SIMPLY LOOK
IT UP FOR YOU, IF YOU LIKE.

GREAT.

ALRIGHT, JUST GIVE ME A MOMENT.

AND STAY HERE.

OKAY.

OKAY.

SMOOTH.

FATHER MORGAN,

BOB. WHAT'S THIS ALL ABOUT?

THIS CAR, WHO OWNS IT?

THE DIOCESE.

AND WHO NORMALLY DRIVES IT?

THE BISHOP DOES.

HE DID UNTIL HE
HAD HIS ACCIDENT.

AND THEN?

I DRIVE IT NOW.

FATHER MORGAN, I'M AFRAID
I'M GONNA ASK YOU WHERE YOU

WERE ON THE NIGHT OF JOHN
RUTKA'S MURDER AND YOU MAY

WANT YOUR ATTORNEY PRESENT.

BOB, I CAN ASSURE YOU.

FATHER, I DON'T THINK
YOU UNDERSTAND ME.

YOU'RE UNDER ARREST
FOR THE MURDER

OF JOHN RUTKA.

THEY SAY HE CAME OUT OF
IT LAST NIGHT.

IT'S BEEN A MAD
HOUSE EVER SINCE.

BISHOP MCFEE, DO YOU
REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT

THE ACCIDENT?

DID YOU KNOW THE DIOCESE
IS UNDER INVESTIGATION?

HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU
FEEL, BISHOP?

EVERYONE OUT IN HERE OR
YOU'RE ALL GOING TO JAIL.

COME ON.

COME ON.

IS THAT?

I KNOW YOU.

BISHOP MCFEE.

IT'S DETECTIVE BAILEY,
ALBANY POLICE.

YES?

SIR, I HAVE TO ASK YOU
A FEW QUESTIONS.

GOODBYE JOHN RUTKA.

I GUESS THERE WAS
SOMEBODY WHO LOVED HIM.

DETECTIVE BAILEY, THIS
IS MY PARTNER.

TIMOTHY CALLAHAN.

PLEASURE TO MEET YOU.

PLEASURE.

YOUR PARTNER WAS A BIG
HELP ON THIS CASE.

I TAUGHT HIM EVERYTHING
HE KNOWS.

YEAH WE WOULDN'T HAVE
NABBED THAT ONE FOR YEARS.

FATHER MORGAN?

BUT I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST TRYING

TO PROTECT THE BISHOP?

NO, I MEAN THE BISHOP.

I'D HEARD THE RUMORS THROUGH
THE YEARS THAT HE'S DIFFERENT

FROM THE OTHER PRIESTS.

PICKED ONE BOY WITH A STICK
FOR THREE YEARS.

THREATENING THEM, TERRIFYING
THEM, KEEP THEM QUIET.

I READ THE PAPERS THIS
MORNING A FEW MORE MEN

HAVE COME FORWARD WITH
CHARGES OF THEIR OWN.

WELL I WONDER, WHY
JOHN DIDN'T JUST

OUT MCFEE HIMSELF.

WELL, WHAT HE COULDN'T DO
IN LIFE IS CERTAINLY

ACCOMPLISHED NOW.

DONALD.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW, JOHN
WOULD REALLY BE PROUD

OF WHAT YOU DID.

EDDIE, I NEED TO TELL YOU,
YOU KNOW, I WISH I COULD

HAVE DONE MORE.

I WANT TO PAY FOR YOUR WORK.

I TALKED TO THE RUTKA
FAMILY LAWYER.

JUST SEND THEM THE BILL AND
HE'LL WRITE YOU A CHECK.

LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT
THAT RIGHT NOW.

NO, NO, NO WAIT.

ACTUALLY EDDIE WHERE DO YOU
EXACTLY, DO YOU WANT THE

BILL SENT?

DAVID RESUTO.
HE'S HERE IN ALBANY

OH YEAH, YEAH.

ARE YOU TAKING A TRIP?

YES, THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
FOR ME HERE NOW

WITHOUT JOHN.

I'M GOING BACK TO
MANHATTAN AND STAY

WITH THESE GUYS FOR AWHILE
AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.

YOU KNOW, TAKE IT ONE
DAY AT A TIME.

WELL SEE YOU LATER, EDDIE.

YOU TOO, TIMMY.

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.

YOU TOO.

DONALD STRACHEY.

SO EDDIE GOES BACK
TO THE BIG CITY

TO START OVER, CASE CLOSED.

IF THERE'S EVER A CASE
I WANTED CLOSED,

IT'S THIS ONE HUH?

OH NO.

WHAT?

DAVID RESUTO.

THE RUTKA FAMILY ATTORNEY.

JOHN'S FINANCIAL RECORDS.
FOURTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS TO

A D.R.

IT'S DAVID RESUTO.

DONALD?

DONALD.

CASE CLOSED?

SORRY.

JESUS.

YOUR BROTHER GAVE SOME MONEY
TO A DAVID RESUTO, FOURTEEN

THOUSAND DOLLARS.

YOU KNOW WHAT, MISTER STRACHEY?

I DON'T THINK THIS IS
VERY APPROPRIATE.

ANNE, PLEASE.

DID YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S FOR?

YES.

OF COURSE.

LIFE INSURANCE.

THE BENEFICIARY?

EDDIE, OBVIOUSLY.

HOW MUCH DID HE GET?

YOU KNOW, IT THAT REALLY
ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS?

ANNE, JUST TELL ME, WAS
IT ENOUGH FOR HIM TO GO

OFF AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER?

OKAY.

WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?

JUST SPIT IT OUT.

EDDIE SANTON JUST BECAME
A VERY RICH MAN.

EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME.

PARDON ME.

TIMMY.

I LOVE YOU.

OKAY.

I LOVE YOU TOO.

GOOD, TAKE A CAB HOME.

WHAT?

DONALD?

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

ALRIGHT I'LL JUST
CATCH A TAXI CAB.

I'LL HAVE DINNER READY.

HAVE SOME MARTINIS CHILLING.

I'LL JUST GET A TAXI.

PRIVATE EYES.

LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT
431 TO MEXICO CITY.

LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT
431 TO MEXICO CITY.

HOW ABOUT WE GET TO MEXICO,
YOU BUY ME LUNCH.

YOU'RE RICH.

DONALD.

HOW FABULOUS TO SEE YOU.

I'M GLAD I HAVE THIS CHANCE
TO THANK YOU FOR FINDING MY

MURDERER.

CANDY?

FALSE TEETH.

CONGRATULATIONS, JOHN.

NICE WORK.

IT TOOK A WHILE FOR MY FRIENDS

AT THE HOSPITAL TO
FIND THE RIGHT BODY.

STUCK AN OLD SET OF MY
DENTURES IN ITS MOUTH

AND A BULLET WOUND IN
THE LEG, AND IT ALL

WORKED, BEAUTIFULLY.

NO, IT DIDN'T WORK
BEAUTIFULLY, JOHN.

FATHER MURPHY'S BEING ARRAIGNED

ON A MURDER CHARGE TODAY,
AND HE'S INNOCENT.

HARDLY.

HE HELPED MCFEE COVER
UP HIS SEX CRIMES.

HE DID NOT COMMIT A MURDER.

LOOK.

OUTING IS OVER, DONALD.

IT DOESN'T HAVE SHOCK
VALUE ANYMORE.

I KNEW I HAD TO DO SOMETHING
MORE TO BRING DOWN MCFEE.

AND NOW IT'S DONE.

YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?

YOU PLANNED TO FUCK ME HARD?

NO, HE HAD NO PART IN IT.

HE HAD NO IDEA.

I HATED TO DO IT.

BUT EDDIE'S GRIEF WAS AN
IMPORTANT PART OF MAKING

IT LOOK REAL.

I WAS PISSED OFF AT FIRST
BUT, JOHN'S BACK.

THAT'S ALL I CARE ABOUT.

JOHN, YOU GET ON THAT AIRPLANE,

THEY'RE GONNA EXTRADITE
YOU, YOU'RE GONNA

BE RIGHT BACK HERE IN JAIL.

ON INSURANCE FRAUD.

I GUESS THAT DEPENDS ON
WHETHER OR NOT YOU TELL,

DOESN'T IT DONALD?

AFTER WHAT YOU'VE
PUT ME THROUGH,

I'D LIKE TO LOCK YOU UP MYSELF.

BUT YOU WON'T.

WATCH ME.

NO, WATCH ME.

WE'RE TAKING THE MONEY
TO MEXICO WHERE

THERE'S A PHARMACEUTICAL LAB.

WE'RE GOING TO ESTABLISH A
NETWORK TO GET DRUGS TO HIV

PATIENTS WHO CAN'T AFFORD
THEM, HERE AND OVERSEAS.

JOHN.

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

HE'S RIGHT.

INSURANCE COMPANIES CUT OFF
AIDS PATIENTS AFTER A CERTAIN

AMOUNT OF MONEY IS SPENT.

WHAT'S A FEW HUNDRED THOUSAND
TO AN INSURANCE COMPANY?

THIS IS BULLSHIT.

THEY SPEND 10 TIMES THAT FOR
LAWYERS AND LOBBYISTS WHO

FIGURE OUT HOW TO
PISS ON PEOPLE.

THIS IS BULLSHIT.

WHEN THOSE PEOPLE NEED
THE INSURANCE THE MOST,

THAT'S ABSOLUTE

SO I'M ASKING YOU, DONALD.

BULLSHIT.

JOHN, YOU'RE A LIAR.

YOU'VE BEEN A LIAR SINCE THE DAY

YOU WERE BORN!

NOT SINCE THE DAY I WAS BORN.

I LEARNED TO LIE.

YOU KNOW WHO TAUGHT ME?

MCFEE WAS A DEMON.

DON'T TELL ANYONE, JOHN.

OR YOU'LL GO TO HELL.

TO ETERNAL DAMNATION

IF YOU TELL.

THOSE WERE STRONG
WORDS TO A CHILD.

AND THEN HE'D DO WHAT HE DID.

WEEK AFTER WEEK.

JESUS, DONALD I WAS
NINE YEARS OLD.

NINE.

OKAY.

GO BACK AND TELL THEM
I'M NOT REALLY DEAD IF

YOU WANT TO.

GET MORGAN OFF THE HOOK.

JUST SAY YOU SAW ME IN
EDDIE'S CAR AND YOU LOST

US IN TRAFFIC.

BUT JUST LET US DO WHAT
WE HAVE TO DO.

DONALD.

YOU ONCE SAID THAT
YOU NEW ABOUT ME.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?

I HAD A FILE ON YOU, TOO.

I KNEW ALL ABOUT YOUR
ARMY CAREER.

YOU MADE SERGEANT,
MILITARY INTELLIGENCE.

YOU WERE ON A FAST TRACK.

BUT YOU WERE CAUGHT IN
BED WITH A LIEUTENANT.

AND YOU RATTED HIM
OUT, YOU SLINKED

OUT OF THE ARMY, WITH A
DISCHARGE THE SECOND THEY

YELLED QUEER. NOT A FIGHT,
NOT A PEEP.

THIS IS YOUR CHANCE, STRACHEY.

YOU CAN DO SOMETHING
DECENT FOR A CHANGE.

DECENT.

SO, YOU LOST THEM IN TRAFFIC

ON THE FREEWAY?

THAT'S IT. JUST SAY

IF ANYONE ASKS,

I LOST THEM.

THANK YOU.

SO, SAINT TIMOTHY.

WHERE'S THIS ONE FALL
ON THE SCALE

OF ABSOLUTE RIGHT AND WRONG?

AM I A CRIMINAL?

YOU KNOW I'M STARTING TO
WONDER, IF MAYBE LIFE

ISN'T ALWAYS BLACK AND WHITE.

IN KANSAS MAYBE.

BUT NOT HERE IN EMERALD CITY.

WHAT ABOUT FATHER MORGAN?

HE'LL BE OUT ON INSUFFICIENT
EVIDENCE AND A SOLID ALIBI.

SO FAR AS THE POLICE
ARE CONCERNED

WHO KILLED JOHN RUTKA?

NO ONE.

THEY'LL POKE AROUND FOR
A COUPLE OF MONTHS AND

THE CASE WILL LAND IN THE
UNSOLVED CRIMES FILE.

IN A COUPLE OF YEARS WE'LL ALL

FORGET IT EVER HAPPENED.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

THAT'S-

A KICKSTART

ON OUR NEW FIRE PLACE WITH
THE WORK OF ABSOLUTE GOOD.

SUCH THINGS DO EXIST, YOU KNOW.

I DO.