Here we are again
in a dark alley on Fitzgerald's Beat. This is the work of investigators. Get used to it Kossacks, and grab me some coffee, I'll handle this.
Chief: "Whatcha got here, Paddy?"
Fitz: "We've found this other guy here, name's Woodard and he says he knows somein'"
Chief: "What's he wearin' those kneepads and lipstick for? Nice London Fog, though..."
Fitz: " Never mind, Chief, you need to focus on what I'm tellin ya...
Chief: "I know but the lipstick's all smudged, c'mon. For Chrise-sake, Paddy....
Fitz: "Anyway, all I really got is some other guy did the same thing to him that we already know Libby did to others."
Chief: " Does he have pants on? JESUS! GET SOME PANTS on the some-bidg! Kos where are Ya? Have some decency put some pants on the man!
(
Woodward amiably smiles in hopeful expectation of pants that will not be forthcoming)
Woodward: "It
IS getting chilly here."
Fitz: " Ya wanna sit down here get off you feet a second, here sit on this crate..."
(Woodward sits down and as his trench coat parts...)
Fitz: "WHOA!"
Chief: "HO-LEE SHIDT!!! PADDY! WHAT THE FUCK??
Fitz: "Look Chief, I know it doesn't look good with the stockings and all and er, well you know...
Chief: "What is that???"
Fitz: "The Leather??"
Fitz: "It's a studded leather thong, Chief."
(Meanwhile, Woodward, crouching, has pulled out a harmonica)
Chief: Of course its a thong,Fitzgerald! I have one at home.That>!
Fitz: That's What I've been tryin' to tell ya Chief!
(
Fitzgerald, now gruffly to Woodward)
Fitz:Hey, you- Ray Charles- SPREAD EM!
(Woody obliges, not missing a beat )
(Fitz yanks fine,
fully sharpened pencil from Woodwards ear)
Fitz: "SEE, an unused pencil. But Look Here! ON THE THONG!
( Fitz carefully uses the pencil as a pointer...)
Chief: The Metal Studs??
Fitz: "Exactly!" (AS he points to a cluster on the loincloth)
Chief: "They seem to form A PATTERN!?
Fitz: "RIGHT! They Spell out "K-R"
Woodward by now is beltin out a surprisingly fine bluesy tune.
A wholly uninhibited crowd of gawkers has gathhered in the dimly lit alley.
"WAIT LOOK!" Someone yells from the crowd.
"STOP! YOU! " Fitz yells as he bolts from
the crowd.
And there on the grungy wall a looming shadow moves. A silhoette of a rotund balding man with glasses with what appears to be a chimp on his shoulder passes by. It moves more quickly as it passes over a twisted grafitti tag revealing the initials "DC" and begins to fade from view.
All hell breaks loose in the alley. The crowd turns and sees an obscure man with a chimp on his shoulder hobbling to make his escape at the end of the alley. In an instant all types of G-Men emerge from the shadows and are off in a dash with Fitz towards the elusive figure.Before they can get to him, a long black car slams to a stop at the intersection while men scramble out and throw the man and the monkey in the car and roar off.
All sorts of vehicles swarm up barely slowing down for Fitzgerald and his crew to hop on the running boards.The only thing that can be heard from Fitzgerald is "Gotta Go Folks! " as his crew roars off...
In the mellee, a veritable crowd of Kossacks pillaged poor Woodward and made off with with the mans trenchcoat, lipstick and stockings and thong. No matter. Fitz is fast in pursuit of the real culprits.