Who doesn't just *love* drugs? All the drugs.

Once we've caught our client's spouse *in flagrante delicto*, we blackmail them and pocket the money ourselves, because that's what private investigators do. Now, I see that *you* are a married woman...

... but *am* I? I'll spare you another twenty hours thinking about it -- yes, I am. Now let's get back to work.

I'll keep my Armistice handy, detective.

I know exactly what you meant. You think my *kind* doesn't belong here. That I should *watch myself* and *behave*.

And who are you? What is your business here? Why are your clothes four sizes too small for you?

Get a hold of yourself.

This has certainly turned out to be a punchier case than I had anticipated.

This might be just the place to help you rectify your... financial situation.

You could probably make the jump. You look like you've done some track and field in your day.

This had better not turn into another *demonstration* of yours.

Fine. I was a juvenile police officer -- for over 15 years. It's how I started out in the RCM. Once I had to infiltrate a pinball ring. As you do -- when you're a juvie cop.

In the interest of our investigation, I suggest you focus on the case at hand. You can pursue your *political projects* after hours.

That's gallant of you, but I'm not wearing either jacket.

What are you planning to do, throw a dinner party? Please refrain from culinary experiments until after we've finished the investigation.

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

I do like the way it tingles, though. It's the only part of shaving I actually look forward to.

You know what, detective? I am going to leave this out of my report, and I suggest you leave it out of yours too.

You've got to be kidding me... What is this, detective?

Remember, you're dealing with a very *sensitive* and *impressionable* police officer who is still recovering from a recent medical episode.

You know... this church. The coast... we shouldn't linger. Finish what you came here to do and let's move on. This isn't a good place to get lost in.

Who doesn't just *love* drugs? All the drugs.

I don't see how it's appropriate for a representative of the law to ask a wealthy person for money. This shines a... bad light on the RCM, if you catch my meaning.

Wait, suddenly you're *digging* things?

I just *saw* you climb the ladder. You just climbed it, like a regular person.

It's nothing fancy, just plain old Taiga Super Special...

Yes. Like a cat, or another teenage psychopath.

I can *assure* you, detective, that I've passed *all* the required physical exams within the last year. Can you say the same?

Okay, that's all right. As long as you understand it is a metaphor and don't build a persona around it.

Thank you! And sorry I asked about it. It's none of my business. Let's just get back to work.

That is unhygienic. And dangerous. And it does not endear you to me -- just wanted to make that clear, okay?

Yes! Keep talking! You hear me?! Stay awake!

No, no. We'll stay here and discuss what happened that night.

It's always good to have a police officer who can see and feel.

It's impressive, to say the least. For a man your age...

I am Kim Kitsuragi from Precinct 57. This is an inter-district investigation, so joining me from Precinct 41...

No, you are not. What you are is an officer of the Revachol Citizens Militia conducting a murder investigation.

If you ask me, it's past time for you to cut back on the smoking. You seem like a man with a death wish. It's quite disturbing.

The *D*, man, gotta hit that D!

You don't surprise me anymore, officer.

Beautiful. A dead body in an ice bear fridge -- this is some of the best police work I've ever done.

Crime is what we were solving before this conversation began.

Nice shoes, by the way. I like the green. Goes with the orange.

Who doesn't just *love* drugs? All the drugs.

Okay, that's all right. As long as you understand it is a metaphor and don't build a persona around it.

You wanna talk? Let's talk, boys. Ask them.

Try putting your hand in his mouth and probing for the bullet in his *head*.

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

Truly -- a lot of legwork. My partner *adores* these kinds of things...

My apologies, I thought leaving your partner hanging was simply the style at the 41st.