WΔZ

Detective Westcott, Eddie Argo.

Eddie, be nice.

How's it going?

Have you eaten yet?

No. Couldn't eat.

Jack!

Ed, how ya doin'?

What ya got?

Coupla kids found 'em.

Burning. Looks like maybe she was electrocuted.

She's Sharon Williams, Wesley Smith's girlfriend.

Wes?

Well, maybe she's better off dead.

Who's Wesley Smith?

Pimp. Gangster. All around piece of shit.

Wanna take a shot?

Go ahead.

Premeditated.

Obviously.

It was maybe sexual.

Dumping her could just be panic.

Though why here? Why not in the river?

Why not just chop her up in pieces and stuff her in the dumpster?

Looks like "WAZ".

Or "Wes".

Either way, somebody don't like Wesley.

Maybe they just don't like her.

Yeah.

Y'know, if you carve something into the belly of a dead woman...

it ain't her you want to read it.

Fuckin' gangbangers.

What if the child wasn't Wesley's?

Maybe he got jealous.

Let's see if he's grieving.

Well, there's Pierre Jackson's crew.

The driver's Danny Leone.

That's Pierre- local Asshole Number One.

Yo, yo, yo, Pierre, what up, man?

That's Assan's gang.

The only competition he's got left here.

That's Jamal Osman, another of Pierre's assholes.

Can't see Wesley, though.

So, a rival gang is high on your list of suspects?

No.

These bastards ain't the electrocuting kind.

They're more like: "Fuckin' hate you!" Bang!

Well...

Bad guys...

Go question.

Hey!

We're looking for Wesley Smith.

Well, he sure as hell ain't looking for you.

You new, baby?

You look kinda fuckable for a cop.

You want some thug dick, mommy? - Yeah, she wants it bad!

Snow White! She's not bad...

You seen Wesley? - What you down on Wes for?

Yeah, what the fuck you want, bitch?

His girlfriend was murdered last night.

Electrocuted. - Fuck that!

What the fuck you talkin' about? - So, have you seen him?

What you think? Wes did it?

Why the fuck is he gonna off his girl when she havin' his baby and shit?

If you're lookin' for a suspect,

maybe you need to take a look at fuckin' Assan over here.

Why the fuck would I waste my time

fizzin' a chicken head skank like that ho, huh?

Motherfucker!

Put it away.

Yo, Argo!

Snuffing a pregnant girl would be right up your alley, Pierre.

Two helpless victims in one.

Night full of kicks.

Throw her in the bath.

Maybe toss a heater in after her.

Come on, man! We were rolling with her just last night.

Aha...

What?

Selling shit to kids down at your place in Denver Street?

What you talkin' 'bout, man? - Shut up! Fuck off, Jamal!

Oh, so it's Stenman Street, huh?

Thanks.

Pierre, come on, man!

Argo! - Hey yo, Pierre!

Shut the fuck up! You in that?

Fucking come on, man!

I'll bet you are. You like a new lag, huh?

Hey, don't you want to chomp down on this for me?

Hey yo, bitch!

You should go for it.

No pillow talk. Could be useful.

I was warned you were an asshole.

I think you did great!

Apart from nearly getting us killed.

You want a blow job?

I suck dick good for ten bucks.

Elly, it's me.

Wesley around?

He went up there.

It might have been yesterday.

Hi, Dominic. - It's okay, baby.

Oh fuck!

To Wesley Smith!

To Wesley Smith!

A fuckin' asshole who will not be missed!

Okay. Cute.

Back to work.

I hope all that blood don't give ya nightmares.

I'm thinkin' someone ought to, y'know, take care of you tonight.

I'd rather be electrocuted.

No offence.

Oh shit!

Yeah, we'll send someone 'round.

Okay.

So you really think he deserved to die?

Sure.

I wish I'd done it myself.

Nice party.

Post-mortem incision.

Electrocution around the head.

Like an execution.

Internal organs, brain, et cetera, all cooked, of course,

at about eight p.m. last night.

Now, they both have traces of an extremely strong,

fast-acting sedative.

One that's normally used to tranquilize animals.

Out in less than half a minute, awake again in an hour.

So that links them to the same guy.

She was electrocuted.

Wes here was tortured.

You think they were together when she was electrocuted?

Did he hang himself or was it made to look that way?

Looks like suicide.

What's this? This burn on his fingers?

Only thing that doesn't fit.

It's the only burn on him.

Could it be electrical? Like from a switch?

Could be.

What, you think he electrocuted his pregnant girlfriend?

I dunno.

Maybe he didn't.

But he sure as hell didn't slice the shit outta himself.

Is your apartment this much of a mess?

Much worse.

It needs a woman's touch.

Yeah, in your dreams.

How about you?

Live alone?

Or you got a boyfriend to keep you warm?

Alone.

Ouch!

And you'll never forgive him, right?

Whatever.

Just here.

You must be on some racket to be able to afford this!

Turning tricks?

See you tomorrow.

See ya.

You got five bucks?

What do I look like? A millionaire?

Did Wes have any new enemies you haven't told me about?

Pierre and Jamal still think it was Assan's crew.

This was no stupid ghetto drive-by. This was psychological, sadistic.

That's your problem, Eddie.

You underestimate people, man.

And shit, if Pierre knew I was rolling with you,

you'd see some fuckin' sadism!

Did I tell you even his dick got sliced?

Is this real grief?

Or are you just scared the guy who sliced Wes

won't like you too much, either?

He got what was coming to him, Danny.

That crazy-ass bitch from next door.

Always wantin' back for somethin', man.

Who's there?

What the fuck?!

Hey yo, Jamal! Come on, man!

Hey yo, shit! Come on, Jamal!

Jamal, come on, man! Stay with me, bro'!

Come on, man!

Jamal, come on, man!

Come on!

Fuck! Come on, wake up, man!

Yo, Jamal! Come on, please!

Please! Shit!

Fuck!

Yo, get a fuckin' ambulance, man!

Why you just standing there? Do something!

Please...

So you called the ambulance?

Danny, got something for me?

This is all I've got.

It's good, see? It wasn't so hard.

Next time I ask you for something, you fuckin' give it to me...

It's over here, sir.

Is that the fuckin' brother?

Two vics in each case.

Wesley Smith, Jamal Osman, both tortured half to death.

Wes hangs himself. Jamal dies later.

Then Wes's girl and Jamal's twin brother.