
The following story takes place in Chicago, circa 1953. We’re in a dark, smoke filled room, when we come across our main character. His name is Tom McBrien, a newcomer to the Chicago detective scene. McBrien is 26 years old and is fresh from his homeland of Ireland and he has come to America to rid their streets of crime. With McBrien is his state assigned partner Ronald Thomas, or Ron, as he likes to be called. Ron is 36 years old and has been on a few squads in his day. He’s praised for his unorthodox style of crime fighting, and he was chosen to “show the ropes” to McBrien by Police Chief Walter Tims, or “Chief Walt”; whatever floats your boat. It is early in the morning, and a case has just been dropped on McBrien’s desk.
McBrien: Finally, the way I’d like to be greeted on a Monday, a murder case. Excellent. This is exactly what I wanted. This city has seen one too many acts of violence lately. I’m getting tired of it. Ronnie, have you read up on this joker yet?
Ron Thomas, who was busy drinking his coffee, looks up at McBrien. Ron gives him a gentle nod of assurance, in a seemingly awkward manner. McBrien, in his strong Irish dialect, voices his concern.
McBrien: Listen to me, Ron; I don’t know what your problem is lately. I mean, I just met you, and already things are getting rocky with us. What’s your problem? Are you afraid I’m gonna steal your job or something? I understand your paranoia, but please, man up and focus on some work.
Ron gives McBrien a deep look of disappointment, resentment, and anger. McBrien immediately notices Ron’s disposition and tries to make up for it.
McBrien: I’m sorry Ron; it’s just that this whole thing is getting to me. Nobody wants to listen to the police anymore. This team has turned into a joke. That’s why I decided to come here. I want to help. I’m sick and tired of being afraid every night when I go to sleep. How am I supposed to rest easily when there are madmen like this on the streets? Really Ron, answer me that. I don’t know how you’ve put up with this for 15 years, I really don’t.
Ron is now done with his coffee and decides to put down the morning paper. He looks at Tom with worry in his eyes.
Thomas: All right kid, let me tell you this much. This is a cut-throat industry, okay? You’re not going to put everyone you want behind bars, no, it isn’t like that. You need to accept the fact that, sometimes, you won’t always catch the bad guy. There’s been countless times in my life when I ask myself “why?” I wonder why I put myself through this every damn day of my life, and you know what? I’ve yet to come up with a good answer. I don’t like having to hunt people down, but it’s to keep these streets safe for my kids and my kids’ kids. That’s how I’ve put up with it, rookie, and you need to find your own reason. Over time, it will come, don’t be so anxious.
Tom is taken back by Ron’s wisdom. The two then start a small conversation, and, eventually, make their way to Tom’s squad car. They’re on the lookout for a man by the name of Ralph “The Ralph” Matthews. Matthews has been the main suspect in a recent escalation of serial killings in the downtown Chicago area. The only problem is that, even with their constant effort, the Chicago Police Department has been unable to arrest him. We then are taken to an abandoned alleyway, or what we’re led to believe is abandoned. Inside is the notorious Ralph Matthews, on the telephone with an accomplice. Also in the room is his long time girlfriend, Lola Santiago. Lola is a curvy and seductive lady. She is seen wearing a too tight black dress and is never seen without a cigarette.
Matthews: Yeah, listen to me Jenkins, it’s really easy. You just wait out there, and when she passes by, break her neck. It’s easy as that. You’ve done this before. All right all right, don’t get so antsy on me. You’ll be fine, who’s gonna catch you? I’ve been doing this for months, not one of those pigs has gotten me yet! At this point the man on the other end is obviously shaken and against doing this work for Ralph. Sensing this, Ralph decides to end the conversation abruptly. Okay, all right, Steve, I have to go, Lola is calling me for something. Listen, don’t forget, eleven o’clock, by the docks. Yeah, I’ll meet you there. Good bye.
Matthews hangs up the phone in disgust. Lola begins conversation.
Santiago: Are we gonna take care of that thing tonight?
Matthews: You bet. That’s who I was just on the phone with. This is gonna be a tough one, but hell, this isn’t an easy life. I’m all in, now.
Santiago: What’s the matter? Are you feeling tense? Don’t get crazy on me now, Ralph, just go out and do it. I have no time to waste, I need a new coat!
Matthews: What’d I tell you about the coat? After I’m done with all of these business deals, baby, I’ll get you a coat made out of money. Who needs fur? You’ll be warmed by President Franklin’s comfort.
Santiago: Franklin wasn’t a President. Who told you that? You’re a hopeless romantic, Ralphie, you really are. You bore me sometimes, can we go out and DO something, or what? Are we just going to stay in here all day? Let’s go drive around in your new car!
Matthews: Yeah, I need to clear my mind. A car ride will hit the spot. Let’s get out of here; I just hope there aren’t any problems outside. We’ll hit up the pub for breakfast, let’s go.
Ralph and Lola leave their makeshift apartment and get in Ralph’s brand new convertible; brand new as in he had stolen it recently from one of his victims. Before getting into the car, Ralph makes sure to put a towel over a blood stain in the back seat. The former owner of the car had a struggle whilst giving up his property and Ralph hadn’t had the time to clean it up yet. We now go to McBrien and Thomas, who are enjoying their breakfast at the local pub. McBrien got the corned beef and hash, while Thomas is enjoying his white toast, dry of course.
McBrien: You know I love this place; they know how to make a good meal. That waitress didn’t look too bad either, huh? (Laughter) How’s that toast treating you?
Thomas: It is what it is, my man. I’m not too big on butter, I have a feeling I’d regret eating it later on. I’m on a diet.
McBrien: You’ve been on a diet since the day I entered the training to be on this force. How long ago was that? Three years? Don’t you figure it’s time to give that up and just accept life for what it is?
Thomas: Never take things as they appear, Tom. What kind of goddamn detective are you? Come on now, you know better than that, Chief Walt made sure of it. There’s nothing I hate more than—
Thomas stops himself as the pub goes black. There’s been a power outage in the pub, and it is now only lit by the one big window at the front of the pub. At this moment, Ralph and Lola enter the scene. They’re aghast at the sudden oust of the lighting. They see this as a perfect opportunity to make some extra cash.
Matthews: (Quietly) All right Lola, you need to split up here. Scope out the place for me, okay? I’m gonna hit up the cash register. If he says one word, the jig is up, and well, we’ll run. Go.
Lola abides by Ralph’s demands, and creeps around the pub looking for possible victims. She’s looking for people with money. She knows that Ralph will definitely get some cash from the register, but she wants to out do him and find some prime money hogs. She makes her way towards McBrien’s table, and makes a mental note. These are the guys she wants to heist. She goes back to the register to talk with Ralph.
Santiago: Okay baby, I found these two saps over towards the back of the joint. Perfect, they won’t see it coming at all. How’d the register treat you?
Matthews: 100 bucks. Not bad, some good pocket change. Let’s go get these guys you were talking about. It’ll be easy in the dark. Boy, it’s our lucky day. I told you this would turn things around for us!
Ralph and Lola slowly make their way to the back of the restaurant. The lighting or lack thereof, makes for a very eerie feel. The blinds from the big window put a shadow on the wall near McBrien and Thomas, which makes it difficult for Lola and Ralph to sneak up on them. Ralph creeps up behind Ron Thomas and puts a knife to his neck. Lola covers Tom McBrien’s mouth with her hands, and also threatens to use deadly force. The men comply, and give all of their money, $50. As the bandits run from the scene, McBrien and Thomas quickly follow. They enter their car, and a chase is on.
McBrien: That was Ralph Matthews! I know it was; damn it, I know I saw him. There’s no way I’m wrong this time, Ron, we have our man! They won’t be able to run in daylight. We have this easy.
Thomas: Yeah, only one problem.
McBrien: What would that be?
Thomas: (Pointing) They’re getting away, you idiot!
McBrien quickly speeds up the car and they’re now within arms reach of the bandits. The two cars weave in and out of traffic, with no regard for human life whatsoever. McBrien and Thomas are now parallel with Lola and Ralph, when Ron notices something in the back seat. In the spot where Ralph had placed a towel now revealed a large blood stain.
Thomas: Oh sweet Jesus! There’s a giant blood stain in the back seat! McBrien, this is Ralph “The Ralph” Matthews! He’s got our $50! Get him! He’s a threat to society!
Under his veteran’s command, Tom McBrien reveals a revolver from his pocket. Struggling to keep up with the capers, McBrien shoots at Matthews’ back tire, popping it and sending the two into a rail on the side of the road. The car is barely balanced, as this has happened on one of Chicago’s steepest hills. Ralph Matthews slowly wakes up and composes himself. To his right is Lola Santiago, or what was left of her. Lola has suffered severe head trauma, and died on impact. Enraged, Ralph exits the car, with all of his strength, he manages to leave the vehicle that is turned on its side.
Matthews: Come get me McBrien! You’ve taken the only thing I care about, now the only thing I can do is get you back! (Out of breath) You’re going to hell, McBrien! Good luck sleeping tonight, I know plenty of people looking for one less copper on the streets!
At this point Thomas and McBrien exit their car and intend to apprehend Matthews.
McBrien: Why did you do it, Matthews? You used to be such a great kid. The idea of money and power got to you, it gets to all of us. Just relax, we can help you. Don’t do anything crazy.
Looking demoralized and worthless, Matthews forms a tear in his eye.
Matthews: No. No more. I’m done. I’m done with everything, take me away. Do me a favor, McBrien, you pig, do this for me! Get me McBrien! It’s your big chance to make a mark on the squad!
McBrien takes a few steps towards Matthews. Before he has time to react, Matthews pulls out his own revolver and begins firing at McBrien and Thomas
Matthews: (Shooting) I’m taking one of you with me!
Matthews unloads his ammunition and a spray of bullets go across the sky. The shells echo as they fall to the pavement. Matthews then drops his gun, and throws himself over the side rail. He falls, fatally, into highway traffic below. We join the story now in a hospital, the Emergency Room. Thomas was shot five times by the rampaging Ralph Matthews. McBrien is at Thomas’ side as the two share a moment.
McBrien: (Shaken) You did well out there, Ron. We got rid of one of Chicago’s biggest problems. You did good man, you did good.
Thomas: The problem is still out there, Tom. This is the problem. I’m the problem. What Matthews did today was the problem. The problems are never going to end. I’m not going to be able to stop it, and neither are you. You need to realize that we’re a small part in this world, kid, and I really hope you can (Obviously in pain) I really hope you can understand this. Nothing is what it seems. You need to look deeper.
McBrien: Look Ron, you’re talking crazy here. We’re fixing the problem, and so is every other police officer out there. We’re winning. These punks don’t stand a chance. They’re all going to hang or fry. We have it under control.
Thomas: I figured you’d get it by now. Pay attention, kid, there’s not much you can control about life. When you go, what you do, who you love. It’s all predetermined for you. There’s nothing we can do but breathe and go with our instincts. Remember that, because I won’t always be here to tell you. Who knows what’s going to—
As Thomas tries muttering out the words, they turn out to be his last. He was shot five times by Matthews, all of them hit in the chest. McBrien notices his comrade struggling and calls in a nurse. When she arrives, Thomas is already gone. McBrien is now left alone with a man that he wanted to learn from so badly, and he is now by himself and he has the weight of three souls on his conscience. McBrien leaves the hospital, and goes back to the station to tell everyone the story. When the newspapers print the following morning, there is much more attention paid to the two fugitive deaths, and hardly any mention to Ron’s downfall. McBrien now lives the rest of his life by Ron’s final words and he is determined to never let Ron Thomas’ dream for a cleaner Chicago and world die.
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