Homicide: Life on the Street s04e05 Episode Script

Where's the body? - What have we got? - Cindy Fuller, 20-years-old, strangled.
Fresh needle marks on her left arm.
Traces of semen where you'd expect.
Pretty posh for a shootin' gallery.
Does the girl live here? Er Apparently not.
That's her friend, Alexandra DeMoss.
So, what happened? - I don't know anything about it.
- Cindy's your friend, right? She freaked.
She shouldn't have freaked.
Oh, for crying out Are we gettin' a name on a lease here, fellas? - Er Boomer Mason.
- Did Boomer kill Cindy? - I told her, "Count to ten and it's over.
" - He raped her? She freaked.
It was her first time.
She didn't think it would be a big deal.
She sold her booty for heroin? So, what's the hype going for? - I wish.
- You can't afford the stuff? - We're students.
- Students? All right, so where did Boomer Mason go to? Straight to hell, I hope.
I was at the dentist.
I don't know anything about a girl.
So, how does Cindy wind up dead in your apartment? - Must've been a mistake.
- A mistake? So, she thought, "Oh, I think I'm gonna get myself strangled"? But she winds up in the wrong apartment, your apartment, to do it? Yeah, like that.
Look, your place is a drugstore, OK? High class junkies come in there to cop, rent space to shoot up, buy fresh needles.
- Wrong Boomer Mason.
- We got a witness.
They see Alexandra DeMoss and Cindy Fuller come to your apartment at 6:30 last night.
You come out 20 minutes later looking scared.
- Alexandra and Cindy never come out.
- No way! No shape or form.
OK, all right.
I'll tell you what, let's have a chat with your dentist.
What's his phone number? What's his name? Huh? My, oh, my.
It looks like we've cracked this case, Detective Mikey.
Here's the autopsy report on Ali Ben Mohammad.
- Hey, Alyssa.
- Hi.
- You didn't have to bring that here.
- I needed the exercise.
What are you talkin' about? You're in great shape.
Well, not really.
But thanks.
Well I'd better get back.
Er Bye.
Later.
You're the top, you're the Colosseum You're the top, you're the Louvre Museum You're the melody from a symphony by Strauss You're the top, you're Mickey Mouse Don't tell me you're watching soap operas again? That's what we have instead of a sex life.
Leave us alone.
What about you? How come you're so musical this morning? I'm still the same miserable me.
- You were singing.
- Was I? - Mm-hm.
- I didn't realise.
Don't touch it, Munch! You should take it home, Kay.
It's probably a stray.
Pets make a better antidote to loneliness than daytime drama.
Judy found the thing under Gee's car.
Black cat walks in front in front of you, you act like nothin' happened? What do you suggest? Tie garlic around its throat? Nah.
Stand up, close your eyes and you turn around nine times.
You see it as some kind of sign, some feline embodiment of ill fortune and despair, and only through doing your little dance, spinning blindly in circles, can it help to fend off impending doom? Is that what you believe, Kay? Don't say you weren't warned.
Munch, Howard, I want to see you both in my office, ASAP.
What'd I tell you, huh? Get rid of it.
- Are you feelin' better? - About what? - About Mary being pregnant.
- You haven't told anyone, have you? - No.
- Good.
- So, are you feeling better.
- Let's drop it, OK? OK.
I just can't help feeling that you're torturing yourself for no good reason.
Keeping it secret won't make the world a better place to live.
All it's gonna do is It's going to keep you from celebrating, Frank.
Lewis and Kellerman, in the course of a sterling interrogation, have unearthed an old crime.
Maybe.
Munch, you handle it, Howard, you supervise.
- How old is this crime? - Ten years.
The victim's a John Doe.
There's no known suspect.
And there's no known date of commission for the crime.
I mean According to the source, there's a body buried at 67 Caroline Street.
In the basement.
An abandoned house.
Look, I've got uniforms over there now digging up the place.
- Why can't they do it? - We'd like to help you out, Kay.
We've got to take care of the paperwork on the original case, talk to the Attorney.
We don't have time at this moment to be trackin' ghosts that maybe don't exist.
Screw you, Meldrick.
Who is the informant? A Mr Boomer Mason.
He sells dope out of his apartment.
He killed a girl, gave us the tip, thinking we'd trade.
Some guy tells some dope-dealing stranger where he buried a body? The exact location, the address, the basement? - It's a miracle.
- Gee, this is a waste of time.
No such thing.
Every moment in life is precious.
Er Oh, boy! Why the long face, Tim? You ever have a friend who is really deeply troubled about something, and you wanted to say the right thing, the thing that would make him cheer up, cos he had every reason to cheer up? For God sake, the guy's havin' a baby.
- Who's havin' a baby? - I can't tell you.
That's what's twisted.
The guy's havin' a baby, and he won't share the news with his colleagues.
So, Mary's pregnant? What? Oh, no, no, no! I didn't say that.
Uh-uh.
Frank's your partner, and I'm a detective, and you're a bad liar.
I gave him my word I wouldn't tell anyone.
- I won't tell a soul.
- OK.
If it's bad luck when a black cat walks in front of you, why take chances? Kay, our lives aren't ruled by omens.
Why wear your yellow socks to that exam? I like yellow.
It doesn't make me superstitious.
You wore them cos you were afraid if you didn't, you'd flunk.
Admit it.
I don't dwell in make-believe.
- Sergeant.
- Sergeant.
- You find anything? - Candy wrappers, coke bottles, cans.
- No sign of a buried body.
- We're on a snipe hunt.
- Have you checked the walls? - Walls? Yeah, the walls.
Ask yourself, if you were gonna bury a guy, where would you do it? - In a cemetery.
- I'd avoid the ground.
Look for somethin' a little sneakier, more subtle.
- There.
- What? - See the mortar's a different grade? - Yeah.
Sound hollow to you? Sounds hollow to me.
Open it up.
Superstition is everything we spent centuries trying to escape - the insane, the illogical, the dark and spooky corners of our souls.
We're not livin' in the Dark Ages.
We are well into the "Fluorescent Era".
Take a gander, Sergeant.
Look at this, there's scratches on this thing.
- He was tryin' to claw his way out.
- He was buried alive.
Any sign of trauma? No skeletal damage.
The cranium's intact.
Scheiner confirms the date of death.
Ten years ago.
- How can he tell? - Skeletised remains.
Humidity speeds up decomposition, not to mention the worms.
Any idea who he was? According to his engraved Timex, his name was Eugene Elwin.
We ran a check.
Eugene Elwin went missing ten years ago.
We checked records.
Showed a broken leg that matched.
It's the same guy.
Eugene had a record.
Arrested for possession of a controlled substance.
According to Missing Persons, he vanished on June 26th 1985, as reported by his girlfriend, Sharon Guinness.
That's him before Jenny Craig.
- This case'll go up in blue.
- Ten years, it should go up in rust.
- Hey.
Find the girlfriend, talk to her.
- OK, Gee.
- Hey, Frank.
- Hi, Captain.
- Don't worry.
- Don't worry about what? Well, the things that often frighten us are the things that we want the most.
You know, in my experience.
- Captain, are you OK? - Your secret's safe with me, Frank.
How long could you survive being buried in a wall like that? I dunno.
No food, no water.
Maybe a week.
Stuffed in there like human insulation, There's nothing worse.
There's drowning, water rushing into your lungs.
Once the moment comes, it's over quickly.
Being buried alive is agonising.
The walls close in.
You can't move or breathe.
You only listen to your heartbeat.
Imagine that.
Hey, John.
- Sharon Guinness? - Over there.
Station Four.
- Sharon? - That's me.
We're detectives from the City Homicide Unit.
- Homicide? - You recognise this? It's Eugene's.
Where'd you find it? Eugene is dead.
He was murdered.
- Oh, my God! - Sorry, Mrs Shiffman.
I reported him missing ten years ago.
You just found him? - It's not a perfect world.
- Any ideas what happened? We were supposed to have dinner together that night.
He never showed.
I thought that he just stood me up.
Men are like that.
Commitment terrifies them.
They are pigs, all of them.
Whoa, whoa! Not necessarily.
Not each and every man.
Some of us have some occasional virtues.
Eugene had trouble with drugs.
Maybe drugs had something to do with his death? No, he was clean by then.
No drugs.
Any idea who would want to kill him? No.
Eugene was a sweet man.
Weak, but sweet.
Where were you when he disappeared? - I told you Waiting for him.
- No, before that.
It was my day off.
I was living with my sister.
Thank you very much.
- You think Sharon killed Elwin? - No.
- Why not? - She's too pretty.
You gotta be kiddin'? Pretty girls don't have to kill.
They get what they want.
Listen, drop me off at my place, will you? We gotta go check Sharon's alibi.
It's important, Kay.
I've got a date.
Again? I wasn't going to tell you before on account of the amatory desert that you presently inhabit, but I'm in love.
- You, in love? - Yes.
- Does this poor girl have a name? - Never mind.
- Oh, come on.
- Alyssa Dyer.
Dyer? The ME? How did you ask her out? She's cuttin' open some poor stiff's spleen and you say, "How about some Chinese?" Knock it off.
Alyssa is my Beatrice, my Penelope, my Josephine.
I mean it.
I'm serious.
I've seen the wreckage of your love life.
Wife Number one, Gwen, wife Number Two, Maria, not to mention the various and sundry girlfriends - Felicia, Brigitta This time's gonna be different.
I'm gonna change my ways.
What are you tellin' me here? I will never look at another woman again.
Hi.
You mind tellin' me what's goin' on here, Officer? Is Alyssa OK? She called from work, had to stay late.
She'll be back by about nine.
Nice zinnias.
- And you are? - Serena Boch.
Her new roommate.
Roommate? Since when? Since about eight this morning.
Would you mind helping me with this mattress? Sure - Oh! - Oh! Sorry.
That's OK.
My fault.
You got a lot of money in this thing, or what? Hey, Sarge, capture any bad guys today? I talked to Sharon Guinness' sister.
She said Sharon was with her all night.
He scores! What about Boomer Mason, you put down for killin' the girl? - He knows more? - Nah, he was trying to save his ass.
- I doubt he held anything back.
- Pay him a visit to City Jail.
While you're there, do your civic duty and shoot the son of a bitch.
- Oh, Frank? - Mmm? I know I'm not supposed to say anything, but I think it's great.
You and Mary, really terrific.
What have I done? I've ruined everything, that's what I've done.
In the same brief moment that you initiate your new abode, I annihilate my relationship.
Just like that, boom! Hiroshima, mon amour.
Let's not forget who unhooked who's holster.
Shouldn't you be putting some clothes on? Oh, God! This is a nightmare.
Oh, I'm a weak man.
I thought I had changed, found true love, a pious future.
But then, you opened the door in that damned uniform.
I was doomed.
I was doomed, like an addict in Amsterdam.
- I was like retriever in heat.
- You're overreacting.
I love Alyssa, she's my angel in a white lab coat.
And you - I'm what? - You're a cop.
- I hear keys.
- Oh, God! - Sorry I'm late.
Been here long? - Not at all, mere seconds.
I was just in there helping Serena unpack.
She's taking a shower.
She was hot from all the unpacking.
Here.
- You OK? - Fine.
Let's go.
I gotta change.
- You look great.
- But, no But, why? - You found the body? - We found the body.
That means you're gonna deal, get me out of here? - You didn't put that body there? - Would I tell you where to find him? Maybe to get your sorry ass outta here.
Tell us about this guy that confessed to you.
I brought dope from him once, maybe five years ago.
- Where? - By that church on Fayette and Green.
We were sitting on a bench, doin' a rock, and he just started talking.
- I don't suppose he told you his name? - Not likely.
- Why did he spill his guts to you? - I was there.
- I think he felt guilty.
- Guilty? Yeah, he had guilty eyes.
Yeah, what did he look like? Er White guy, 53 maybe.
Five foot eight, five foot nine, red hair.
- What colour were his guilty eyes? - Blue, I think.
Anything else? Marks? Scars? He just looked guilty.
What can I tell you? "Guilty" is not a description we can put on a bulletin.
We were gettin' high.
That's all I remember.
What about my deal? - Listen, moron - There's no deal.
Never was a deal, never will be a deal.
What? Wait a second! Well, what is this? There's a deal.
"There'll be no deal.
" Where are the guys that made the deal? I wanted two guys, not a guy and girl! I did my part! - What's the matter? - Now, get them back! It's a deal! - Nothing's the matter.
- Oh, something's the matter.
Step back in, hotshot.
You'll get a deal! - I had sex.
- Well, congratulations.
Not with Alyssa, with her roommate.
You slept with her roommate? You slept with her roommate! - Yes, I did.
Now, shoot me.
- I listen to you sing, and leave early.
The next thing I know, you've got the roommate in bed.
It's no wonder that two wives left you.
- I couldn't help it.
- You couldn't help it? No, you chose not to help it.
Kay, I'm a man.
Men do these kind of things.
None of us could help it.
We're prisoners of our libido, locked within lustful bodies, unable to control our actions.
- Do you think Alyssa knows? - I don't want anything to do with it.
You don't think Serena told her, do you? That would be cruel, wouldn't it? A man might tell another man, even brag, but a woman would be more sensitive, more discreet, more intelligent.
- She wouldn't tell her, would she? - I would.
- John! - Hey, Alyssa.
- You burnt yourself? - I'll just need a skin graft.
- Where you been? - Work, home, doing the daily grind.
- They named this place after me.
- I called your apartment, office, the bar.
- You disappeared.
- It's this case, ten years of mildew.
I got worried you were avoiding me.
You wanna talk? No.
I mean, I do, but I can't.
Kay's waitin' for me upstairs, across the street.
- You come here a lot? - No, first time.
- Have a latte.
I'll call later.
- You said that last night.
No, I will.
I promise I won't forget.
Let's make a date for tonight.
Dinner at Webber's at 8:00? - Sounds great.
- See you there.
- Lotta drug dealers in Baltimore.
- A lot of addicts.
Yeah.
Fayette street has more than it's share.
Douglas Colton, two previous counts of manslaughter.
- Eyes.
- Er Hazel.
Blue eye's, Kay.
Guilty blue eyes.
- She's haunting me.
- Who? Alyssa.
Just now at the Daily Grind.
She bumps into me, on purpose.
- It's a public place.
- My public place.
She knows.
I don't know how she knows.
Either Serena told her, or she figured it out, or she had a telepathic message, or some divine inspiration from God.
She found out, and now she's trailing me around Baltimore like a ghost.
Maybe she actually likes you.
Listen to this, Joseph Cardero, five foot nine, 160 pounds, arrested four times for selling dope.
All four busts same block on Fayette Street.
The first, ten years ago, the last, three months ago.
- All roads lead to Fayette street.
- Mm-hm.
- You guys seen Bayliss? - No.
If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him.
Frisky Frank! 'Bout time you popped one in the oven.
How long you and Mary been together? Eight long, barren years? You'll make an impressive father.
Frightening, but impressive.
- You seen Bayliss? - He's in therapy.
Yeah, physical therapy for his back.
He's gonna need more than therapy when I get through with him.
- What'd you say his name was? - Joe Cardero.
Just focus on the picture, OK? Yeah, I know him.
Hangs over by the church.
You know Joseph Cardero? Cardero? Sure.
Have you ever seen this guy with Cardero? It'll be over ten years ago.
Can't say.
A lot of people come shoppin' around Fayette Street.
We're as popular as a mall.
Try the Mermaid Cafe.
Cardero writes about the darker side of life.
- He writes? - Well, everyone's a writer.
Cardero comes in here sometimes and reads.
He'll probably be here tonight.
Do you want to read his poems? Sure.
"And when asked, the dog, disparate and void of entity, barked, 'lt was dark, it was dark.
"' "Barked, 'lt was dark"'? What's the difference between that bark and the bark saying "I'm hungry"? The bark saying, "Look at that bitch there"? - It's just a poem, Kay.
- It doesn't make sense.
It's stupid.
What are you getting so upset about? I just want somethin' in this case to make sense, huh? We're investigating a ten-year-old homicide, a man murdered with techniques popular in the tenth Century.
Our suspect, the bard of Fayette Street, is a babbling idiot.
That doesn't leave a lot of room for sense.
What should I do about Alyssa? The guilt is eating me up.
You know, Munch, if you respect her, you'll tell her the truth.
- Confess? - Yeah.
I can't do that, I don't want to hurt her.
Why is it you men, you do somethin' wrong, and then say the truth is gonna hurt the woman? You're just protecting yourself.
She would rather know the truth, believe me.
Whatever else, she'll appreciate knowin' the truth.
Give her an opportunity to forgive you.
- Is that Cardero? - That's him.
Joseph Cardero? We're with the Baltimore City Homicide.
You remember this guy? "My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
"I am the self-consumer of my woes.
" Can you account for your whereabouts on June 26th, 1985? Hey, Leon! Where was I on June 26th, 1985? You was hangin' with me, Joe.
Over by the doughnut shop on Franklin Street.
Then we took a long walk, remember? Got blisters, we walked so far.
Up Charles, down to the Inner Harbor, back to Fells Point.
Get it straight.
I'm a poet.
That's all I know and all I need to know.
Oh She's not the literary type.
Sadly, I am.
So, let me give you a little quote.
"He who lies to Munch gets his sorry ass kicke'th.
" Bill Shakespeare.
- Poe.
- Poe? As in Edgar Allan Poe, a onetime resident of this fair city.
Yeah, what about him? I read Cardero's poems last night.
Most are lousy, but there was one that was brilliant.
But Cardero didn't write it.
Edgar Allan Poe did.
Then I went back and looked through more poems, and I found whole stanza's lifted from Poe.
So, the guy likes Poe? That church on Fayette Street where Cardero sells drugs, guess who's buried there? Poe.
Look, if Joseph Cardero killed Eugene Elwin, we still don't have a case, unless we find someone who puts Cardero at the crime scene, or someone who can at least put Elwin and Cardero together at some point.
Mmm? - Poe was afraid of women.
- Most men are.
"Pit And The Pendulum", "Descent Into The Maelstrom", tales about the fear of a vagina.
Oh, is there a point to this? Poe wrote a story about a man buried inside a cellar wall.
Gee I want to put Cardero in The Box.
He'll talk.
He's a lunatic poet.
He's got diarrhoea of the mouth.
- I can break him.
- He's a dealer? - Yeah.
- Get the boys in Narcotics to bust him.
He'll be out on the street again in a blink.
I can't remember the last time I saw such zeal in your pursuit of justice, not in months, years.
Unfortunately, you've not got enough evidence.
In fact, you haven't got any evidence.
What's wrong with takin' a shot? You can question him with nothing to go on, and maybe lose him.
Or you can wait to find something to question him, and maybe bust him.
Frank? You're a man who worries about everything.
It's your nature, you can't help yourself.
That's the reason why you're a good detective.
It may be even the reason why you're a great detective.
It's also the reason why you're a screwed-up individual.
Let this thing go, Frank.
I mean having kids could be the best thing that ever happened to you.
Take it from me, when I think about my children Gee, Gee where's Bayliss? I haven't got a clue.
- Morning, Officer.
- Detective.
A man of the law, that's what counts.
Keeping our streets safe.
I love it.
- I bet you do.
How's business? - Well, what can I say? Poetry sells.
- Who's buried back there, Cardero? - Er Dead people.
- How about a dead poet? - Poets never die.
Are you a poet? God made the sun hot, God made these streets mean, God made me a poet.
Ergo, poets die.
Do you ever think what it's like to be buried alive? Closed up in a tiny little box, walls closing in, screaming for air.
Complete darkness.
Nothing to listen to, except your own heartbeat.
Just your heart beating faster and faster, louder and louder.
- 'Hey, it's Alyssa.
' - Oh, no! 'Thanks for the latte earlier.
All that caffeine, I'm still feeling wired.
'I'll see you tonight.
' 'Hi, it's me again.
I'm a Webber's.
You said 8:00, right? 'Er I'll try the office.
' 'Hi, I'm home.
Call me.
' 'Hi, it's Alyssa again ' 'Hi.
' - Ten years ago - I was young.
- You sold dope on Fayette Street.
- I was stupid.
- Now you're a model citizen.
- Exemplary.
Ten years ago you sold dope to Eugene Elwin.
The names blur.
Ten years ago he disappears.
I've got nothing on that.
Ten years ago someone kills Elwin by burying him alive in a basement on Caroline Street.
I've got nothing on that, either.
How come it's your name Elwin scratched on the wall before he died? Eugene Elwin's last words, the last thing on his mind, you.
That's not my name.
It's missing an "O".
Don't get picky.
He was weak, he was dying.
There must be a lot of Cardero's in Baltimore.
No, there's not too many.
We checked it out.
None with a connection to the deceased, or a criminal record, except you.
- I'm not guilty.
- Are you superstitious, Cardero? No.
Pray continue, Sergeant Howard.
I'll be right back.
- He's weird.
- He's all right.
- Could I get something to drink? - We're out.
Machine's busted.
- I'm thirsty.
- I'm sorry.
- Get that thing away from me! - It's just a cat, Cardero.
Say, "hi".
What's the matter, don't you like cats? Ah! I thought you said you weren't superstitious.
"It will be remembered that black cats are all of them witches.
" OK, come on.
Sit down, it's all right.
Er I'm I'm telling you, he's weird.
- He's - Maybe you're right.
He's - What did Elwin do to piss you off? - Huh? Er Nothing.
Nothing? He must have done something.
You don't kill somebody over nothing.
Unless it was an accident, huh? Was it an accident? - No.
- Did you kill him on purpose? - No.
- Was it on purpose, or an accident? Er Neither.
I'm not following you.
How else do you kill someone? I didn't kill him.
Nah, you just bricked him up into a wall, right? Ever read "The Telltale Heart"? No yes.
- Well, which is it? - Yes.
Oh Our hero kills a man, buries him under the floor.
The cops come.
All our hero can hear is the thump-thump-thump of a beating heart beneath the floorboards.
Hmm.
Poe had a fertile imagination.
- You admire him? - Poe was a visionary.
Poe, being a fellow poet and drug addict, and all.
He died in the gutter, didn't he? Here in Baltimore.
That's why you work the same corner, in front of his grave? Yes.
That spot on Fayette Street, that's your good luck spot? Right.
What you're tellin' us is you are superstitious? - OK, OK.
I'm superstitious.
- Mm-hm.
So what? Have we established what it was that Elwin did to piss you off? - He stole my book.
- What book? "The Selected Poetry And Prose Of Poe".
It had my name in it, "Ex-libris, Joseph Cardero.
" Your lucky book? Your muse? I'll bet that really screwed up your inspiration when you didn't get it back, being a poet.
Hello, Joe! Are you still with us? - That book was mine.
- Absolutely.
He wouldn't give it back.
So, you killed him.
I didn't I didn't do it.
I'm a poet.
Poet's don't kill people.
You ever hear of poetic justice? Here's poetic justice.
You killed him, but you can't escape him.
Everyday, every night, you hear the beating of his heart.
His heart won't die.
It just keeps on beating and beating and beating.
I didn't do it, and no sorry ass tape recording's gonna make me say I did.
I know the truth, and the truth is gonna set me free.
Turn it off, Judy.
- He's guilty.
- He's free.
- Sometimes I hate my job.
- It'll pass.
We'll all get over it.
We'll forget about Cardero, Eugene Elwin, and his lovely girlfriend, Sharon.
Time heals all wounds, right? Not quite.
As per your advice, I'm gonna tell Alyssa the truth.
I can't live like this anymore.
- You told Russert.
- Excuse me? About the baby.
- Oh, she says that I told her? - No, but I can tell she knows.
The only way she knows is if you tell her, which means you betrayed me.
- You betrayed a confidence.
- Frank, listen, I Frank I am your partner.
You get that? Your partner.
How can you say or think these things about me? Shame on you.
Do you think that I would betray you? I would never betray you.
You not only told Russert, you told Howard, Giardello, Lewis and Kellerman.
I did not.
Then Russert did, which still makes you guilty.
I hope you and your back rot in hell.
Stop it! - Beer, Frank? - Huh? It's free.
You know, on the house.
You know, listen, Frank.
Let's suppose that, you know, just for a second that I did tell You know, I let slip to Russert that Mary was pregnant, and that she told everyone else because she can't keep her big mouth shut.
I didn't, of course, but suppose that I did.
I'm curious, what's the big deal? I don't have many friends, Tim, not many people I could trust with a a secret.
Mary and, er, you.
That's That's about it.
Why are you bein' so uptight about this? I don't understand.
You should be happy.
Look, I made a mistake, which is my fault.
I trusted you.
But we learn from our mistakes, so it'll be a long time before I trust you again Go on back to the bar and finish your beer.
I'll see you tomorrow, OK? - Hey, Frank! Look - Go on back to the bar, man.
Go.
You're the top, you're the Louvre museum You're the top, you're the top - What happened? - Wounded in a duel.
- A duel? - I told Alyssa.
- She hit you? - With a roundhouse.
Boy, that woman is strong.
I love her even more.
You should have seen her eyes, all glowing with rage.
It was wild.
Yeah, but John, it was my idea.
I feel terrible.
I don't, I feel great.
No more guilt.
Now I can start over.
Now I can try to win her back again.
Nothing bestirs a man like a grand and noble quest.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Kay.
You're the top.
You're the Colosseum "By a route obscure and lonely "Haunted by ill angels only "By a spot most unholy "In a nook most melancholy "There the traveller meets aghast "Sheeted memories of the past "Shrouded forms that start and sigh "As they pass the wanderer by "White-robed forms of friends "Long given in agony, "To the Earth and Heaven"