And when did you speak to this more *muscular* gentleman?

Your disco days should have been done quite a while back, officer.

Yes, it just so happens there's a beautiful, blonde nineteen year old woman at the heart of this case. A rich one, in fact. Part of a murder-sex-cult.

Everyone understands you're *the law*. That's why you have that insignia on your arm. So you don't have to keep saying it.

All I ask is the chance to close this final case so I can go to the chaise with a clean conscience. Let's hurry, I'm living on borrowed time.

Repressed sexualities are something of an *idée fixe* of his.

Why? It's a cool name. I like it. Besides, you're Harry anyway. No one's ever called *Harrier*.

Joke all you want, detective. Whatever radio you manage to scrounge up won't lay a *finger* on my set-up.

Your disco days should have been done quite a while back, officer.

I... uh, don't really know how to respond to that, lieutenant double-yefreitor.

I have to tell you officer, I don't appreciate *ironic* titles. Other officers will have to use this as reference. If it's 'IDIOT', or 'COCK FINGER'... They're not going to *get* it. They're going to think: an idiot and a cock finger were on this case. So -- do you have something less *funny*?

Actually -- there is a shortage of people who talk to us in a normal, calm, informative manner.

Of course. Black magic. The most potent type of magic. If we're that desperate -- may I suggest getting shovels and digging? In case she's underground? Don't mind that -- a bad attempt at humour.

Frankly, you're just going to have to accept the fact that you can't get in through every single door.

If you ever dare do anything like that again -- even close to it -- I will have you sanctioned. That was abhorrent.

Perfect, she isn't interested, all the more reason to move on from this little side task.

Officer... I thought we had a walk of our own in mind. One that results in a solved murder investigation?

Fine. I'm Kim 'Pinball' Kitsuragi. AKA The Kimball. You remembered -- congratulations.

If you ever dare do anything like that again -- even close to it -- I will have you sanctioned. That was abhorrent.

Alright, but -- and, forgive me, this has been bothering me since this morning -- how have you managed to run around all day *wearing no shoes*?

Yes. Like a cat, or another teenage psychopath.

You know what? I don't even want to know. Let it be one of your *internal* side-cases. I just want to get back to work.

Once again, differences in skin colour are the result of melanin production, liver functions, regional adaptation, and various other factors.

I can't say it's the best part of town, but I wouldn't worry *too much* about a pair of grown men travelling together.

You aimed a loaded gun at little girl. I think I've got a *little* bit of wiggling room here.

We have a *murder* to solve, and yet you go around bothering everyone about *money*, arguing that you think it's 'somehow related to the case.'

Your name is Harrier Du Bois, not 'Icebreaker'.

If you ever dare do anything like that again -- even close to it -- I will have you sanctioned. That was abhorrent.

I *knew* you would say that! I *knew* this would lead to drinking... No. No more. This is *paganistic* enough -- and it does *not* leave this room.

He smells good and that's weird.