5بخش

Good morning, sweetheart.

Get up now, motherfucker. Now!

Get up, you sack of shit.

Oh, fuck me.

Dicks!

You’ll want to come take a look at this.

Dicks!

Jesus.

Victor?

• What the hell? - It’s just Victor.

• Call an ambulance. - What the fuck?

Hearse, I’d say call for forensics.

Get your people out, No one touches anything.

It’s like a frigging wax sculpture.

Sloth.

Aw, man.

Goddamn.

Those pictures were dated 3 days ago.

This must be the first.

Look.

It’s dated exactly one year ago today.

I got a hair sample I got a stool sample I got piss. I got fingernails.

He’s laughing at us.

You got what you deserved.

He’s alive! Cocksucker’s alive!

Guns down!

Guns down! Emergency on that ambulance!

• He’s playing games. - Aw, no shit.

We must forget our emotion.

• We must focus on the details - I feed off my emotions. How’s that?

Are you listening to me?

Yes, I can hear you.

• Excuse me. - What are you doing?

• Closed crime scene. Leave. - I got a right to be here.

I’m a U.P.I photographer.

I got a fucking right to be here.

• Get out Fucking jerk.

I got your picture, man.

• I got your picture. - Yeah, yeah.

Detective Mills. M-I-L-L-S. Fuck off.

• You can spell! - Fuck you!

How they get here so fucking quick?

They pay police for the information. And they pay well.

Hey man, I’m sorry.

They piss me off.

It’s okay.

It’s impressive to see a man feeding off his emotions.

1 year of immobility’s right, judging by the muscle and spine deterioration.

Blood tests show a smorgasbord of drugs in his system.

Even an antibiotic, probably to keep the bedsores from infecting.

Now, has he tried to speak or communicate in any way?

Even if his brain were not mush, which it is…

he chewed off his tongue long ago.

Doc.

Is there absolutely no chance that he might survive?

He’d die of shock right now if you shone a flashlight in his eyes.

He’s had as much pain and suffering as anyone I’ve encountered, give or take

and he still has hell to look forward to.

Good night.

Hello, William.

It’s Tracy.

Tracy?

Everything okay?

Yeah. Yes, everything’s fine.

Where’s David?

He’s in the other room. He’s in the shower.

I’m sorry to call you like this.

Oh, it’s all right.

What can I do for you?

I need someone to talk…

Do you think you could meet me…

somewhere, maybe tomorrow morning?

I don’t understand.

I feel stupid calling, but…

you’re the only person that I know here.

There’s no one else.

If you can…

just give me a call, okay?

I have to go now.

Good night.

Good night.

I mean…

you know this city so well.

You’ve been here so long.

It can be a hard place.

I don’t know why I asked you to come.

Why don’t you talk to him about it?

Tell him how you feel.

I can’t. You know, I can’t be a burden.

Especially now.

I’ll get used to things…

you know?

I wanted to talk to someone who’s lived here for a long time.

I mean, upstate, it’s a completely different environment.

Did David tell you that I teach fifth grade?

Yeah, he mentioned it.

I’ve been going around, looking at schools…

but the conditions here are…

horrible.

What about private schools?

I don’t know.

Tell me what’s really bothering you.

David and I are going to have a baby.

Oh, Tracy.

I don’t think I’m the one to talk to about this. - I hate this city.

I had a relationship once…

it was very much like a marriage.

We got pregnant.

This was a long time ago.

I remember getting up one morning and going to work.

Just a day like any other, except it was the first day after I knew…

about the pregnancy.

And I felt this fear…

the first time ever.

I remember thinking…

how can I bring a child into a world like this?

How can a person grow up with all this around them?

I told her I didn’t want to have it.

And over the next few weeks…

I wore her down.

I want to have children.

I can tell you now that…

I know… I mean…

I’m positive that…

I made the right decision.

But not a day passes that I don’t wish…

that I had made a different choice.

If you don’t keep the baby, I mean, if that’s your decision…

don’t ever tell him you were pregnant.

but if you choose to have the baby…

then spoil that kid every chance you get.

That’s…

about all the advice I can give you, Tracy.

I must go.

William.

Thank you.

Gluttony Greed Sloth Envy Wrath Pride Lust

Victor’s landlord said there was cash in the mail box the first of every month.

Quote:

“I never heard a single complaint from the tenant…

in apartment 306, and nobody ever complained about him.

The best tenant I’ve ever had.”

• End quote. - A landlord’s dream.

A paralyzed tenant with no tongue.

Who pays the rent on time.

I’m sick of this waiting.

This is the job.

Why aren’t we out there?

Why must we sit here rotting, waiting till the lunatic…

does it again?-

“Lunatic” is dismissive don’t make that mistake.

Come on, he’s insane. Look.

Right now he’s probably dancing around in his grandma’s panties.

Yeah, rubbing himself in peanut butter.

How’s that?

I don’t think so.

His luck’ll run out.

He’s not depending on luck.

We walked in there exactly 1 year after he tied Victor to the bed.

One year to the day.

• He wanted us to. - Don’t know that for sure.

Oh, yes, we do.

This note he left…

his first words to us.

“Long is the way, and Hard, that out of hell…

Leads up to Light.”

Fuck him. So what?

He’s right, so far.

Imagine the will it takes to keep a man bound for a full year.

To sever his hand and to use it…

to plant fingerprints.

To insert tubes into his genitals.

This guy’s methodical, exacting…

and worst of all, patient.

He’s a nut bag.

Because the fucker’s got a library card doesn’t make him Yoda.

You got money?

I got 50. Fifty bucks.

I propose a field trip. Come on.

We’ll make a list. At the top we’ll put “Purgatory”…

“Canterbury Tales,” anything relating to the 7 deadly sins.

• Ask yourself. - Wait.

What would he study to do the things he’s done?

What are his interests now?

Jack the Ripper, for instance.

• Where are we going? - Library.