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Oh, hello again you little creep.

Here again today! How many times can you wash that same dumb window?

There's my girlfriend. I love you.

Oh, jeez.

Hello?

No, only in black. I can give it to you if I call the factory.

Guess who's on my ledge again? That little jerk.

I know you love me. I know you love me.

Oh, that driving me crazy with that squeaking.

Yeah. I'll check with the factory and get back to you.

Ha! I wish he'd take a walk.

Huh? Hey, what are you looking for?

Looking for the head.

The only place I haven't looked is up in the parapets.

Won't be much left of it. You ever drop a cantaloupe from 40 stories?

All right, so what the hell do you make out of all this?

Well, I figure something fell out of one of the windows

from the floor up above and hit him.

Sheared his head clean off. A big shard of glass or something like that.

There's no broken windows up there.

Oh, shit. Maybe his head just got loose and fell off.

Look, what do you want from me?

The entire gig shouldn't take

more than three and a half minutes, right?

In and out.

Hey, Quinn.

Take it yes on the cashew chicken will you?

I'm sorry, I thought you had some.

You got to watch this guy, you know.

I'm telling you, he's a nervous eater.

You got to defend yourself over here.

Now, let's talk business.

I'm strictly a wheelman. I don't go inside.

And I don't carry a piece.

And my cut is 20%.

Oh, no, no, no. Your cut is 12.5%.

And you haven't worked in eight months.

Well, Quinn,

what's it going to be? In or out?

I'll let you know.

You better let us know real soon, Quinn.

Oh, you're not the only action in town.

Oh! No, our friend has other prospects here.

- I might have another job. - Oh, yeah, huh, Quinn?

Working, yeah.

Better step outside, son. You don't want to see this.

He told the bellhop he was going to visit a museum.

What museum?

Boy, I'm telling you. Somebody did a terrific job

on this guy with all the right tools.

Peeled him like an orange.

Not your ordinary psychopath, huh?

Bought a copy of "Q" magazine and took off.

In less than six hours, somebody skinned him.

Flayed is the correct term I think.

But you don't hear it much anymore.

At least not in that last ten centuries.

Well, if you think that's weird. Yesterday we had a window washer

whose head just floated away like a balloon.

What is this? What is this?

What-- where--

oh, no!

Oh, my God! Get it off!

Ahh!

Shit.

Oh, Jesus!

Hey, who's up there?

Hi.

Hey, we don't open till six o'clock.

Oh, yeah, I know that.

But I heard that you're looking for a musician

on Mondays and Tuesday nights.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah, so I play a little bit.

And I thought maybe I show you.

Where did you hear that?

Oh, I just, uh--

I heard it.

Go ahead, help yourself.

- Oh, thanks. - Do something.

All right, I will.

And I won't hurt the piano like them rock signers.

They hurt pianos. I treat them real nice.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Just play something, huh?

Yeah, I will. And, you know, this piano couldn't be hurt.

Hey, uh-- did you ever find that guy's head yet?

No, I looked around.

Hey, that's all right. That's fine.

I got another job anyway.

Sounded okay to me.

Yeah, what the fuck do you mean?

Yeah, what do I know?

Okay, we go in on the hour. Give me the paper bag.

Stash this under your coat.

What are you giving me this for? I don't take revolvers.

- Let's go. - What do you mean?

I'm staying here, I'm not going anywhere.

We have a deal, man.

- Not with me you don't. - Hey, come on, dude.

You take an equal share, then you take an equal chance.

Let's go.

Hey, Morgan, I'm gonna wait here.

Move it. Now.

- Is it loaded? - Come on.

Christ, I could blow my nuts off.

Paul, who are those guys?

Put it down!

Oh, holy shit, no keys.

Oh, shit.

Where's my fucking bag?

Come on, come on, answer the phone.

Yes, hello, is Howard price there?

This is Jimmy Quinn. I got to talk to Howard price.

I'm a client of his.

No, well, get him on the phone. I'm in big trouble.

I don't care if he's in a meeting, get him on the phone.

Tell him I'm on my way down there-- not to leave.

Don't leave for lunch or anything, okay?

Jimmy Quinn is on his way, all right? Okay.

Hey! It's Jimmy Quinn! Come on.

Open up!

Shit.

Just what I need.

Hey!

Hey! I hear you!

Come on out! You get a year for this, you fucking wacko.

Hey!

Hey, I hear you!

Ah, the hell with it.

I'm almost afraid of everything,

but I never been afraid of heights.

Look at that.

A few minutes ago I was in the gutters.

Now I'm top of the world.

Let's go to lunch, fellas!

Come on, pack your gear, let's go to lunch.

Hey, who got my lunch pail?

What are you looking at me for? Look at this, it's me again.

Everything he's missing, it's me.

Your umbrella, your ruler, your Popsicle!

You wouldn't miss a Popsicle in a Popsicle would you?

Come on, let's go downstairs. We got one hour to eat.

Let's go, fellas, come on.

That's the third one this month! Cut the shit!

You son's of bitches.

If anyone ate that sandwich, I'm gonna shove

the thermos up your asses one at a time.

Shit.

She's says not to let them see me blow.

What am I supposed to say? Thank you?

And they make an asshole of me.

You know, his wife makes a damn good tuna sandwich.

I'm gonna stop by and see her and tell her about it one of these days.

The Aztecs identified flayed skin with the new garments.

Young vegetation.

Let me get this straight.

You're talking about human sacrifice now?

Willing sacrifice.

They give themselves to the God willingly.

A ritual was performed using various objects

to indicate cosmic events.

Collimating in blood sacrifice to strengthen the forces of nature.

Performed by the high priest.

And the victims, you might call them a skin--

after they're skinned,

the high priest puts the skin upon himself,

wearing it as like a garment.

Of course, we're talking about the ancient Aztecs civilization,

not this north American culture we see here.

I understand, Mexico. The gods they prayed to.

One God, Quetzalcoatl,

the feathered flying serpent.

I can give you some interesting books on that subject.

Well, good, I need something to put me to sleep at night.

Now, if you think that's what happened here,

then this case wasn't murder.

What do you call it?

Suicide possibly.

Oh, your Mr. Polly might've been coerced in one way or another.

But you must remember blood must be giving willingly

for the God to appreciate it.

He must giveth himself otherwise the ritual is meaningless.

Well, they came to this museum.

I think that's very certain.

He met someone. He was engaged in conversation.

Maybe they had a couple of drinks.

And they went back to his hotel room, and they did the deed.

I find it difficult to phantom why a guy with a wife and two kids

and tenure at a university

would suddenly decide to give up his life

without even a chance to think about it.

You see, gave himself a chance.

Why else did he come to the city?

Was there any other reason he should be here?

Well, that's what we're trying to determine.

You know, that's an interesting angle.

No vacation. No research.

Just some guy flies thousand of Miles to New York City