Spider-Noir

Somebody sent Addison to burn down my house.

I want you to find out who it is.

It's Cat Hardy. He finds out

she was behind it, he'll kill her.

Only money tells the truth.

Crafty bastard marks all of his bills.

I don't care if Silvermane hired you. I'm gonna find the rat.

Come on, Gio.

I met this guy at the Hooverville.

He knows both Addison and Flint Marko.

What are the chances?

Crime is out of control. The city needs order.

Get me in touch with The Spider.

If you love me,

you'll leave with me right now.

There's no turning it off!

I am done with people telling me

who I am and what I get to do.

There you are.

Did you know that I mark all my bills?

Guess where I mark yours.

You son of a bitch.

You set me up.

-I'll rip your goddamn-- -

We'll be needing another grave.

Yeah, Winston was a stone-cold killer.

A useful weapon in my arsenal, but entirely replaceable.

Same goes for his pal Gio.

It was risky,

not letting me in on your plans,

but it was a smart play, start to finish.

Are you listening to me?

I'm trying to pay you a compliment.

You did a good job.

Smart.

Patient.

I could use someone like you on my payroll.

I'm not a fan of your retirement plan.

You got some mouth.

Could get you killed some day.

Talking to the police chief tomorrow.

He on the payroll, too?

Why is he running raids on your booze shipments?

Exactly.

She's not bad, huh?

Beautiful, Cat.

It'd be a shame to have to kill her.

Beautiful song.

-You wrote it? -I did.

We prefer the splashier numbers.

I thought we were celebrating.

-Killing people? -A couple of rats...

who tried to put you in a hole.

Reilly kept you out of it.

- I'll drink to that. -

Any regrets on the fact you almost killed me for nothing tonight?

Yeah, I don't dwell.

Maybe you should start.

Well, it's getting late.

Ah, no. No chance.

You and me are drinking tonight.

Be a doll and grab us a bottle of the Yellow Spot.

Enjoy the Spot whiskey.

We're going up a notch.

Please assure him

that I will have Mr. Reilly return his call as soon as he's in.

Yes, I'll be sure to add that to your previous messages.

Mm-hmm.

-Mayor again? -Uh-huh.

Does he know which Ben Reilly he's calling?

- -

Goddamn it!

This goddamn guy.

Jesus Christ.

Wow. I--

Okay.

Say what you will about Silvermane,

but I admire the man's constitution.

He can drink.

-Any idea why the mayor's so keen... -I got a tip

-that Lonnie's in Harlem. -...to talk to you?

So I'm gonna head uptown, see if I can

-make amends for that bullshit Bugle... -Because he's called the office

-nine times and counting. Nine. -...story Walters ran yesterday.

-Scrambled. -Excuse me?

I need scrambled eggs and...

sausages.

And...

a biscuit.

If we're dreaming, why don't you add gravy to that, Mr. Moneybags?

Holy shit.

I'm not even gonna ask.

That's probably wise.

Please. I need food.

After you talk to the mayor.

-God. -I'm gonna head out and look for Lonnie.

Let me know how it goes in...

Who am I?

Well, that would be you.

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- -

Sleep well, sunshine?

Like a kitten.

Why do you ask?

A guy can't inquire after his favorite gal?

Truth is, I was up all night.

Too much adrenaline from yesterday.

Maybe I wasn't the only one.

What did you put through the wall?

My fist, my head, bust of Caesar.

- -What does it matter?

Wouldn't want you catching a cold.

Lose your voice,

miss a show.

I haven't missed a show in seven years.

You almost missed one last night, though, didn't you?

If you have something to say, say it.

It's too early for subtext.

Text, then.

Winston was the rat...

but that doesn't answer what you were doing at the train station.

Why don't you ask Winston?

-Can't. -And why is that?

'Cause I put a bullet in his chest.

And if the P.I. had told you I was the rat?

I'd have put a bullet in you.

Well, there's your answer.

That's not an answer.

And it's not the truth.

The truth is I was terrified.

Not because I was guilty, but because you were unhinged.

Looking to lash out and feel like you're still invulnerable.

There you go. Now we are talking.

Why was Reilly with you at the station?

He wasn't with me.

He was watching me.

For you.

He must have figured out

Winston was the rat and thought I was in on it because I was running.

He didn't know I had nothing to do with it until Winston tried to frame me.

Good.

Reilly was smart not to trust anyone.

And he was smart not to play favorites.

If he's so smart, then why don't you hire him?

I tried.

He was smart enough to say no.

I'm glad you're back.

No place I'd rather be.

That's my girl.

See? There you go. I knew you could do it.

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-The desk wobbles. -I'm aware. Focus.

How am I supposed to focus on a wobbly desk?

Trust me, I've been asking that same question for three days now.

Listen, I don't know how many times I have to tell you--