Cult Killer

Thanks, Connie.

She arrived first, sat waiting for 30 minutes

and boyfriend shows up.

They usually hang, have some drinks, then head out.

A romance.

Something.

Come on, guys. We can't stop now.

A few more and who knows...

And who knows what might happen.

No, no, not enough for that yet. Come on, pay up.

What's all that?

She comes through every week or so,

talks to guys, gets 'em to buy her drinks,

disappears before anything bad can happen.

As long as there's no trouble, I let it slide.

Yeah.

Besides, she tips good with other people's money.

- A little dark? - Sure thing.

He's coming over.

- I know. - Can I have another round?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm gonna need you to give me that camera.

No.

I could have- - I know you are Dexter Conell.

Yeah. One of four partners

at Conell, Ajax and O'Connor.

Yeah. You know, I've been hired by your firm.

I mean, to say your partners, including your wife, Elizabeth.

Yeah. Just to see who you are stepping out with.

And you, you are Ashley, right?

- Hi. Hey.

You're the mail girl?

I'm an assistant, actually.

Yeah, well, just some advice, Ashley,

don't fall for the first swinging dick douche bag,

especially, if they own the firm. You know?

You're better than that.

Listen, you son of a bitch,

you have no right to be invading my privacy.

You don't have an expectation of privacy in public, no.

But I do have something for you.

Here, you've been served.

Oh.

Go, go.

Maybe it's better if you just head for the door

and don't make it any worse than it already is.

You saw that?

Man was threatening.

Yeah, definitely threatening.

Hey, thanks.

No, I mean, thank you for telling the girl to leave.

- Oh, no. No worries. Yeah.

All right, boys,

this is the last round.

After this, I'm leaving.

Not if we don't let you leave.

Oh, baby, that is a road you do not want to go down.

And I'm calling you baby, because...

I don't remember any of your names.

You all just look the same to me.

But after I leave,

whatever you do, don't follow me,

because as fucked up as I am,

I could cause each and every one of you serious...

physical harm.

Shit.

- You want me to call the law? - No, not yet.

Let our friend go and we won't hurt you.

Much.

Oh, hey!

Hi.

Go away, old man!

Old man? Wow.

So, now what are you gonna do?

There's nothing really you can do. I have the gun.

I would drop the baton.

Good, thank you.

Now take your friends and get the fuck out of here.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, eh? Thank you very much.

I'm just gonna get my bag there, so...

- Right then. - Are you okay?

Yeah.

That was...

'Cause in there you carried yourself a bit differently,

so you... I mean, that was quite...

That was quite impressive.

Well... are you happy of...

living a life...

that leads you to situations like that?

It's...

You know, kind of pathetic.

- Oh. - Don't you think?

Right.

Uh... Well, most people would say,

"You're welcome. Have a nice life."

But you, you have a "you're a piece of shit"

- bedside manner. - No, no, no, no.

I didn't say that you are a piece of shit

because you are not one.

You're a drunk.

And one day

it'll kill you, slowly, it will.

Are you tired of being a drunk?

This cocktail thing, man,

you know, 20 odd years in Dublin,

get through that,

go back to where I grew up,

become Detective Sergeant,

and spent a few years like that yank Andy Griffith.

No. Worst thing Andy ever faced was a town drunk.

You had rich people getting themselves killed.

Yeah, and some other rich people running interference.

Then out of nowhere, my lead investigator

or my only investigator, gets a job consulting,

three times the pay.

Maybe they'll offer me a job.

So, listen, uh,

I know you are bringing me on this site, man.

Isn't stuff like this need to be approved by...

your superintendent or the bureau?

No, we need to keep this on the down low.

There's too many important people

that don't want this be looked at,

so no one's gonna investigate it.

I'll come by at 930 and go over today's interviews.

I can't figure these bastards out.

- Some hinky shit. - Yeah.

Wanna grab your bag from the office?

No, I'm gonna go back to the room

and just take a nap.

- Okay. - Okay.

- See you later. - See ya. Bye.

Excuse me.

You thought you could find me?

I found you first.

Mm.

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry, what?

Oh, um, I don't need your address.

No, I don't need to write it down.

I know where it is.

I'm...

I'm two hours away. I'll need...

I'll need three hours. I'll be there at 9:00. Bye.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

One year.

Yeah.

Who would've thunk?

Me.

I have faith.

Well, I'm glad you did 'cause sometimes I wondered.

When you wondered, you called.

That's how this works.

I know they gave you the one last night, but...

I think this one might be a...

a better fit.

If you want it, of course.

Grateful I'm not dead.

That's perfect.

No, I will not bloody cry.

Thank you.

You're a dickhead.

Well.

You worked for Tallini for how long?

Three years, and a couple of years before that

doing research.

I'm quite good at research.

Yeah, he mentioned that, information studies.

He spoke about me?

Yeah. Yes, Information Studies.

He was also my sponsor and...

um, last night I fucked it up.

No, it happens. I don't judge and neither would he.

If you want there's a place nearby to take a meeting.

Um...

What I really want is to pick up Mikeal's case.

I owe Mikeal for a thousand things,

and I really think that I would be good at this,

and I promise you that I am ready to take on--

Detective Sergeant.

Good morning.

It appears you and I

need to have yet another conversation

about this-- this little witch hunt

you're orchestrating against my client.

This witch hunt you're referring to

is an investigation into the murder

of one of your clients

who's also a golfing buddy,

and I don't know,

secret sect member,

something.

Well, the only relationship germane to this conversation

is that of solicitor and client,

and my clients

are private people.