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Another day, another case.
It was a trivial year.
A little petty theft here. A second degree *** there.
This looked to be just another domestic case.
But this one...
This one was different.
Have a seat.
Do I have a choice?
Well, now you don't.
Why were you at the Golden Bridge area?
Visiting an old friend.
Oh, Henry perhaps?
Yeah, that's right, Henry. I went to visit Henry.
***! We shut down Henry weeks ago.
Detective; do you mind?
Can I have a cigarette before you send me off to the big house?
Fine.
About Henry.
Henry was just a small fry.
Nobody liked him. He was of insignificant existence.
A lot of people depended on him, damn it. Now tell me the truth; why were you at Bush Street?
I picked up a pack of cigarettes at the grocery store.
I was fresh out and in need for a snipe. - Where?
Joe's. Joe's Grocery Store.
Strange because when they found you you only had two cigarettes on you.
How do you explain that? - I smoked 'em all.
You smoked eighteen cigarettes within eighthundred yards of the grocery store you bought 'em in?
Give me the straight dope.
Why were you at Bush Street? Only two blocks away from the crime scene.
What does it matter? Is it illegal to be in that neightborhood?
Listen you filthy...
What?
Wait, where are you going?
Are you keeping me here?
On what grounds?
No, no, no. - The call was about some new found evidence.
I headed over to forensics.
What did you find?
Good, Good, you're here.
We found some new evidence. - I know, that's why you called me here in the first place.
So now on with it. - Right, right.
This was brought in by a beautiful dame.
She had long, gold, high hair. All ginned up.
She had blue eyes. I think.
Or were they green?
She was about 5'6". Maybe 5'7"?
She was a little taller then I was...
...and I am about 5'6" and a ha- - Shut up already!
Did this beautiful dame happen to tell you where she found this murderous tool?
Yes, she did.
She found it in some bushes on eight street.
Or was it second street?
Oh, I know. She found it in some bushes at first street.
Wh-What is it?
You know damn right what it is. - Oh dear.
So how is that lady of your's detective?
Detective? DETECTIVE!
What's this? - You tell me.
Alright.
I see a sad little man.
A flatfoot desperately trying to understand things that are so far beyond him.
The picture, damn it! Look at the picture.
We found him cut in half in the gutter.
He was just a baby, you understand me? A BABY!
Calm down, calm down.
Think about all the ones you didn't find.
You filthy...
Calm down Detective. CALM DOWN!
Stop it. You're going to leave nothing to interrogate.
Cool off. Take a walk or something.
He was right. He was getting to me.
Not having a challenge since my transfer made me lose my touch.
I took a walk. A long walk.
One of those walks you take when you need clear your mind.
It was cold out, but I pressed on.
It felt like that every step I took was a step in the wrong direction.
I ended up on a street corner.
It had become dark. The snow had fallen down on me.
I don't know how long I stood there. It felt like ages.
Just when I was about to head off; I looked back.
FIRST STREET. That's where the dame found the knife.
I spend hours looking around on First Street.
Checking the bushes again and again.
I couldn't find hide or hair. Nothing, zip, nada, zero.
Due to all the heavy snowfall all traces were lost.
Hours of searching and nothing to show for it.
I threw my last cigar in the thrashbin.
THE THRASHBIN! The one place I hadn't looked.
And there they were...
The perps gloves.
Now I had the justification I needed to go to his apartment.
I headed over there, but quick. As fast as my sore feet would take me.
It had been a long day and it was far from over.
When I got to the appartment I headed straight up.
The stairs were long and I was so damn tired.
As I neared the top I was welcomed by a strange scent.
I smelled it before, but I could not place it at the time.
The room was a terrible mess. The smell was even more apparent here.
Noone was to disturb me, so I closed the door.
I crouched down and inspected a globe.
This whole place seemed to be out of beat with the rest of the world.
Like it was crumbeling in slow-motion.
Trinkets were hung everywhere. I inspected some of them.
They were meaningless. At least to this case.
I switched on a light.
The place reeked of bourbon, but there was still that smell I couldn't place.
I poured myself a drink. God knows I needed one.
I deserved one.
1927 Bourbon.
What a bad year.
As I walked over to the cabinet I slowly began to realize...
There was order in this chaos.
Upon opening the desk I found a few bobbleheads and a pocketwatch.
I opened a little drawer and found a few dollars.
They were like pennies from heaven.
He didn't need any money where he was going. To Hell I tell you. TO HELL!
I found a log of his.
It described past crimes in detail but it wasn't enough.
I needed something to link him to this case and continued looking for more substantial proof.
The rest of the cabinet was empty.
And the papers on the floor were of no help to me either.
As I stood up my hand slipped past something.
I knew what that was. This explained the smell.
And now I was sure.
I pushed away the cabinet.
A hidden place.
I found the source of the foul stench. It was disgusting.
But just what I needed.
But then...
The motherload.
Welcome back detective.
How much longer will this sherade go on? - Sit down and shut up. This won't take long.
You were out on a walk down 5th Avenue.
Like a dog on the hunt.
There was a nice little family enjoying themselves.
You went to take a look.
They were having a good time and you couldn't take it.
They were having too much fun to notice you, the poor SOBs.
The longer you looked at them, the more disgusted you became.
Until finally; you snapped.
Your mind was set. you were going in.
You barged in through the front door.
They never saw it coming.
Like a ferocious animal; you went to town on them.
What proof do you have? These are preposterous accusations.
This proofs nothing. Everybody could be collecting candywrappers.
Yeah? Well, these were found in your home. Along with this.
You struck down with pure hatred. Nothing could hold you back.
The woman called the police.
But you were to blinded with rage to notice.
You pounded and pounded and pounded on 'em.
First; you broke all the Butterfingers.
You went at 'em like a mad man.
Then you punched through all the KitKats.
All the build up anger from your childhood spilled out at once.
There was no stopping you. Everything had to be pulverized.
You pulled, punches, stabbed and crushed them all.
You mutilated them almost beyond recognition.
As the police arrived you made your escape.
On your way out you stepped on a Lion.
Another innocent victim to a seemingly endless list.
You made your way through the garden.
And escaped in the alley.
You narrowly avoided being spotted and thought you got away scot free.
But you chucked your knife in the nearby bushes.
A foolish mistake.
You got rid of your snazzy gloves and thought you got rid of your scent.
But what you didn't realize was...
You got a Bounty on your head.