Schizo: Officer, it is nice to see you again. Let me pay for that.
Trinity: You don't need to buy me a drink every time we happen to meet.
Schizo: Hey, I'm not trying to bribe you. This is after the fact, so you can take it as a token of my undying gratitude.
Trinity: I was just...
Schizo: Doing your job. I know, but you saved me from a very lengthy and costly hospital stay or maybe even from death.
Trinity: Okay, if it'll make you happy.
Schizo: Venus, I'll have the same and pay for both.
Trinity: I haven't been following the appeals process. Any idea where it is by now?
Schizo: Running out of options. The last hope left is conversion to life without parole.
Trinity: Good to hear that she's not coming out alive. If I ever saw a menace to society...
Schizo: I know. I actually hope they'll convert the sentence. I've always thought death is the easier way out. 30 to 40 years or even more of thinking that you've lost everything and it's all your own fault sounds a lot more like punishment to me.
Trinity: That's one way of looking at it.
Schizo: You don't agree?
Trinity: Part of me does, but the other part says that as long as the person is alive, there's also the chance of some idiot letting them out, because the law or policy changes.
Schizo: It's a good thing we're not the ones who need to make those decisions.
Trinity: You think so? Haven't you ever been called to jury duty?
Schizo: Lots of times. They always end up throwing me out of the door. Figuratively speaking, that is. And I'm not even trying to get out of it, I just tell the truth when asked.
Trinity: And what is the truth?
Schizo: Well, the last time they asked me if I already had an opinion on the defendant's guilt. I said, "Guilty as sin. Just look at his face."
Trinity: You're as bad as ever. - Now it looks like you're getting company, and I don't want to hear anything that guy has to say, unless it's a confession.
Gabriel: I heard I might find you here.
Schizo: I've been waiting for you.
Gabriel: So that's why you didn't look surprised. Somebody told you I'm in town?
Schizo: Something like that. What do you want?
Gabriel: No need to be hostile. It's purely business.
Schizo: Business is what caused the trouble last time.
Gabriel: Not this time, I promise.
Schizo: Not interested. Nowadays I'm just an entertainer, I've left the other business for good.
Gabriel: If you say so. It's too bad, though. The money would be very good.
Schizo: Goodbye. Don't let the door hit you on your way out.
Gabriel: This is a public bar, you can't throw me out.
Schizo: Did you notice the lady I was talking with when you came in?
Gabriel: Sure. Your type maybe, not mine.
Schizo: You have met her before. Just picture her on duty - blue uniform, badge, big gun, flashing blue lights... Ring a bell?
Gabriel: Oh shit! - I'll see you later.
Venus: That was quick. Who was he?
Schizo: An old... acquaintance. Calls himself Gabriel. Of course it isn't his real name, but it's as good as any.
Venus: I've never seen anyone so... so...
Schizo: I know. Somebody once said about him that "sex appeal feels like an understatement." - Just a word of caution. He's not for keeps. You can have some fun with him, but that's all he's good for.
Venus: How would you know?
Schizo: I've talked with *a lot* of his ex-girlfriends. "Doesn't know the meaning of commitment" was a common thread, but at least nobody ever said anything about him being violent towards women. - Steve would be very disappointed.
Venus: Steve? What's he got to do with anything?
Schizo: Don't tell me you can't see it. I don't even know him, and I can see that he's just trying to muster the courage to ask you out. You could actually provide some encouragement to make it easier for him. I mean, if you're interested.
Venus: Since when have you been interested in his affairs?
Schizo: Not his, yours. - Look, I know bad boys are exciting, but in the end, they only cause you grief. - But you're an adult and decide for yourself. Just don't say I didn't warn you.
Gustav: When I was coming in, was that who I thought it was?
Trinity: Yes, unfortunately. I was hoping he was gone for good. No such luck.
Gustav: Well, I guess we'll just need to keep our eyes and ears open then. Do you want to tell the Captain or should I?
Trinity: I can do it. - So, what did you want to talk about?
Gustav: I heard there's a parole hearing coming.
Trinity: You're always so well informed.
Gustav: I've got friends in high places.
Trinity: In the guard tower, you mean.
Gustav: Sure. - So, are you going this time? Are you ever going to go?
Trinity: I've been thinking about it. After all, he is still my brother... well, half-brother... but no.
Gustav: Is your mom going?
Trinity: As always. It's really because of her that I can't go. I can't speak for him, because he's where he belongs, but I also can't speak against him because of mom.
Gustav: I'm sure the board knows what's best. - He is going to get out some day, you know. Not this time, it's still too soon, but some day.
Trinity: He's not getting out any time soon. He's still insisting he's totally innocent. Major denial. Too bad the law applies to you whether you understand it or not.
Gustav: Have you heard about the victim's sister?
Trinity: Not for a long time. Maybe she moved away, or found something better to do. She was quite a nuisance for a while.
Gustav: Well, she won't be that ever again.
Trinity: Dead?
Gustav: Overdose. It happened a few weeks ago, but I only heard about it last night when I saw Tommy. He thought you might want to know.
Trinity: I'm not surprised. It was either that or becoming a homicide victim. With some people, you can just tell. - Maybe I should have pressed charges.
Gustav: Prison wouldn't have saved her. You can't save people from themselves.
Trinity: I know.
Schizo: Hello, I don't think I've seen you here before.
Linda: That was original.
Schizo: No need to be sarcastic. How is one supposed to get a conversation started, if one needs to spend the whole evening thinking of something to say that nobody has ever said before?
Linda: Fair enough, although I'm not here to look for anyone new to talk to. I'm here to meet a friend.
Schizo: I see. But that doesn't prevent you from talking with other people while you're waiting, right?
Linda: Right. - I'm Linda. Who are you?
Schizo: I'm Schizo. An artist and entrepreneur.
Linda: Hey, are you the bat man? I didn't mean... that didn't come out quite right... I mean, the guy who uses bats in his performances?
Schizo: The same. Have you seen me perform?
Linda: No, but my friend has and he told me about it. He said that it was interesting, different from the usual stuff.
Schizo: Different it certainly is.
Linda: Oh, Harvey, there you are. This is...
Harvey: Schizo. We have met.
Linda: You didn't tell me that when you told me about his performance.
Schizo: He's not my greatest fan. In private life at least. That is, if Nikki was right.
Harvey: She told me she had talked about the issue with you. What it really comes down to is that I'm not sure you're the best influence for young, impressionable minds.
Schizo: Hey, I'm always on my best behavior with them. Jet would kill me, if Nikki learned any bad habits from me. And I know what happened to the burglar.
Linda: This is starting to sound really interesting.
Harvey: It's not. We are both Jet's friends, and Nikki is her daughter.
Linda: Jet... the girls who came to see me about Margot mentioned Jet.
Harvey: They were at Jet's place when I advised them to talk to you.
Schizo: Who's Margot?
Linda: My ancestor. The only famous person in our family tree. Got burned as a witch, cursed everybody in sight as she was dying, and strange things happened after she was dead.
Schizo: That sounds strangely familiar.
Harvey: Schizo, Linda and I have some things to talk about, so would you...
Schizo: I'm going! It was a pleasure to meet you, Linda. I hope we'll meet again in more... favorable circumstances.
Gustav: I'm sorry, if it's bad news. I just thought... I mean... I don't know what I thought.
Trinity: You thought I'd be glad to hear there is one less crazy lady with a knife after me.
Gustav: Yeah, something like that.
Trinity: I am glad, or maybe "relieved" is a better word. It's just... so sad. This whole sorry mess. I wish there would have been a way to make it better. Now it's too late for everybody.
Gustav: And that is why I like you. You've got a good heart, no matter how scary you may sometimes appear.
Trinity: Me? Scary? Says who?
Gustav: I think I better not name any names.
Trinity: It's Steve, isn't it? He's nice, but he needs to grow a thicker skin or he won't last long. - By the way, does your friend in a high place know why you're keeping tabs on Benny?
Gustav: I'm keeping tabs on several guys from my past cases, and I sort of let him understand that's the reason.
Trinity: Thanks. I mean, it's no secret, but the fewer people know, the better. It's hard enough in there as it is.
Gustav: You think somebody might hurt him?
Trinity: People get hurt for a lot less in there. He needs to grow up and own up to what he's done, but getting seriously hurt or killed is not part of that. - You know, I want to go home and think about it all.
Gustav: Sure, I'll drive you.
Linda: He's a strange one. What was that burglar thing?
Harvey: I don't think I should be talking about that. They're felines, and you know the law.
Linda: Oh.
Harvey: So, you said you found something. What is it?
Linda: I found some documents showing that the house has a very peculiar past. It wasn't mafia or speakeasy, like you suggested, it was cultists.
Harvey: You've got to be kidding!
Linda: No, it's for real. The man who built the house was a priest in some obscure cult based on old religions, and they needed a way to get in and out of the house without being seen. However, the tunnels were blocked as the house became the mayor's residence later.
Harvey: Too bad. What about the alleged hidden passageways?
Linda: If they are there, it was probably for escaping less friendly authorities. I didn't find anything about any real wrongdoings by the cult, but you know how even rumors can be enough for persecution of people who believe in wrong things.
Harvey: I know. I wonder what Twyla will think of all this.
Linda: Who's Twyla?
Harvey: The current owner. She inherited the house from her grandfather.
Linda: Oh, I didn't know about that. Could you introduce me to her? I'd love to see the inside of that house, but the old man had such a scary reputation that I didn't even consider...
Harvey: Scary?
Linda: Yeah, the dogs and everything. Although, I haven't seen any dogs for a couple of years now.
Harvey: There aren't any. - I'll ask her. You could tell her about your findings yourself.
Linda: That would be great!
Linda: I saw you with Marcus the other day.
Harvey: It's not what you think...
Linda: And why the hell not? He's fit and handsome and smart. And he's interested in history. How many guys like that do you think you're ever going to meet?
Harvey: And since when has my love life become your business?
Linda: Since right now. He's single, but he won't be for long, so you better hurry. Besides, I happen to know he likes older guys.
Harvey: Yeah, he's interested in history.
Linda: So that's the problem. Why don't you just let him decide? If you give up without even trying, you'll never find anybody. - I'm sorry, if I'm butting in to stuff that's none of my business. It's just that you're a good guy, and I think you deserve to be happy.
Harvey: It's okay. You're not half as bad as Nikki.
Linda: The little girl you and Schizo were arguing about?
Harvey: Yeah. She thinks I should have children. According to her, lots of people have children without being married.
Linda: Hehe, she's right about that. What did you tell her, if I may ask?
Harvey: That it's not that simple.
Linda: The easy way out, but I understand. It is maybe a bit too complicated subject for small children.
Later:
Venus: Welcome back. Schizo left already.
Gabriel: I'm not looking for him, I came for a drink. My earlier visit was... cut short.
Venus: I noticed. She's gone too. - So, what will it be?
Gabriel: Do you have some mix of your own? Something I couldn't get anywhere else?
Venus: Well, there's the special.
Gabriel: What's it like?
Venus: According to Schizo, "first it's sweet as honey, then it kicks like a mule."
Gabriel: Sounds worth tasting. I'll have that.
Gabriel: Do you know Schizo well?
Venus: I knew him when I was a child.
Gabriel: He dated your mother?
Venus: How did you guess?
Gabriel: You're not the first one I've met. He gets around. - I've never understood what women see in him.
Venus: He's smart, and he's really funny.
Gabriel: Must be that then, it definitely isn't his looks. - By the way, I'm Gabriel.
Venus: I know. I'm Venus.
Gabriel: What else did he tell you about me?
Venus: That you're his old acquaintance. And that Gabriel isn't your real name.
Gabriel: Harmless enough. - Did he also tell you to stay as far away from me as possible?
Venus: Um...
Gabriel: He did. Funny thing, that. Despite the looks, he's so damn decent.
Venus: That's another thing in his favor. - But he really didn't need to tell me, your reaction to Trinity told me everything I needed to know.