** Big Thank You out to Trevor S. for supplying most of these and coming up with the idea **

(Tom Kirkwood columnist for The Eagle)

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1. Obie's Law "There's nothing like a disaster to bring out the worst in everybody - when I was a kid we had a photographer on the paper who always carried a teddy bear in his car; kid's hit by a truck, so he throws the bear next to the blood on the street and gets his picture. I can't help it, I always think about him when something like this happens. My job is to write down what I see, some guys have to get right in the middle." "Suspected gun dealer Kyle Booker was shot and killed early this morning when he attempted to gun down Detective Kevin O'Brien of the Major Case Squad. Also netted in the investigation was a case of automatic rifles stolen from the army five days ago, and a 9mm handgun . . . in an unrelated development two men, so far unidentified, were found shot to death on waterfront parking lot last night . . . the police have been unable to locate a mysterious witness who may have photographed the incident from a charter boat in the harbor."
2. The Witness "One morning you get a call that tells you a kid isn't a kid anymore. The trouble he's in, is grown up trouble. The violence of the night is spilled over into the morning. The call I got was different. Someone shot someone else, someone saw it - go cover the story. Sure, why not? A witness to a murder, there's got to be a good angle on that." "So, Lennie Crane - a flashy restaurateur with a shady past who suddenly discovered he had no future at all. In one brutal stretch he ordered the executions of four men. But what did him in was three bullets he pumped into a plastic woman with one arm. I like justice like that, especially when it's in time for the morning editions."
3. Crossfire "Most stories I cover 'cuz I have too. Once in a while something comes in I'd cross the city on all fours to write about. People like Mary Mulligan mugged and robbed every night; Three cops killed in the last ten days by snipers - we're losing on all fronts. When's it gonna end? Sure I know the argument: That more folks put up more fights there'd just be more of them killed. Hand over what you want with a nod and a thank-you. That's logic huh?. What's the logic that cops who die and the prosecutors office decides this is the time to start investigating police conduct. Once in a millennium something in the news makes you feel like a human being again. God bless you Mary Mulligan." "There's a world of order and a world of violence. On Christmas Day two years ago Maxim Gates moved into the world of violence - by accident. Reality and nightmare tumbling into each other. Death answering death. There is a honour role of five men who died for the memory of a dead child, who died in the name of irrationality and terror and blindness. They died because the mind is a sacred fragile place. Because it can only take so much. Because the world of violence is out there and was let in."
4. Necessary Force "Eight out of ten cops retire up to twenty years without ever firing their guns in the line of duty. These aren't the ones I write about. Movies and television live on this stuff. That's not a complaint - I'm as bad as they are. A shootout makes good copy. As long as we don't think about the fact that someone’s in front of the bullet - and someone pulled the trigger."  
5. Deadline "Lawyers talk about crimes against property; crimes against the person. And then there's rape. The ultimate intrusion. An instinct run amuck. An act of violence masquerading as a sexual act. Five rapes in less than two weeks - all by the same guy the cops’ say. Maybe this guy. Maybe not. Either way it’s a story. A story I don't even know how to write. Where do you start? What do you write about? Sexual politics? The twisted mind of a rapist? The anguish of a victim? Their stories?" "Detective detachment of the Major Case Squad this morning arrested a man they believed to be 'South Side Rapist.' At his arraignment James Jim Doyle pleaded ‘not guilty’ to two counts of sexual assault. One of his alleged victims, Margaret Davis, has given the police a positive identification. Miss Davis works as an executive assistant to Deputy Mayor Charles Thompson. The other victim is a fifteen year-old girl whose name is being withheld…In an unrelated development - the body of a young woman was found this morning in Bayview park. The second such victim found within a week. The police have no leads."
6. The Stranger "Two women killed in one week. Noone says how, noone says why. All of a sudden every stranger is a killer. Every woman expects to be number three . . . Maybe that's the angle. Not the killer. Not his victims. What happens to the city. . . . A new fear, and there was enough to fear already. Still we hold on to our habits, that part of us.....whether its the 'Son of Sam' or 'The Hillside Strangler.' or this killer with no name. We walk in the parks; take rides from strangers; go parking with our lovers, because we can't let the enemy dictate terms - change our lives - because then we've lost already." "If there is a border between sanity and madness it is controlled by a guard named fear, because somewhere in our brain of brains, somewhere below will and mind lies a deep and unquenchable instinct for life, and fear is it's voice that we measure. We fear death because a life matters. It's that simple. Don't let them tell you it isn't."
7. Deadlock (Straying from the standard commentary, episode 7 is Tom Kirkwoods thoughts. It opens with Kirkwood in a dark alley, on guard, with a gun.) "How did I let myself get talked into this? I'm a newspaper man, not a junglefighter. No story's worth this. All right - take it easy Kirkwood - your getting jumpy. Nothing's happened. Nothing's going to hurt you." "They say you can't always get what you want. Tonight Royce Gaines got what he wanted with seven sticks of dynamite strapped to his waist and a night of terror at Mid South police station. Gaines' brother Terry also died in the explosion . . . They weren't the only casualties. In one way or another, everyone involved got hurt. Some of our illusions died to too. Illusions about our strengths, and our weaknesses, about our police stations - and ourselves . . . Bobby Hogan was listed in satisfactory condition after two hours of surgery in St. Elizabeth hospital."
8. Ancient Madness "That's Richard Brimsley, the Irish terrorist. He didn't look like a monster - no two days growth of stubble - no fanatic’s gleam in the eye. Was that what makes him so frightening? That he was just like the rest of us? Only from a corner of the world with crueler problems than ours . . . When you cover a police beat and an international figure is murdered while the cops were protecting him - that's a hell of a story. But when the cops who did the protecting are friends it's not one your eager to write." "If writing a police column makes me an expert in small pieces truth, mugging old ladies is wrong, so is spitting on the sidewalk. But the police boarder is no guide through the maze of a man’s heart. There I can't even tell our most despicable acts from unpopulist. Maybe that's why I write columns instead of novels. Was Jeff Merrill an avenger or a murderer? Do I make him my hero or my dodder?"
9. Velvet "It's a generation I don't know - or understand. They live on another planet - in another world - or they want too, or try too. And drugs, all to often, are how they get from this world to that one. And from that one, to this." "I'll probably write it up as a story about drugs - or murder, for my column anyway. Deadlines do that to you - they make you simplify. Someday I'll do that novel, and if this story's part of it I'll do it justice. It's not a police story at all. It's a story about growing up. . . My friend knew a girl named Maria, and a woman who called herself Amanda. For awhile he thought they were the same person. Some day she may come back into his life again. Maybe it'll be with another name."
10. The Fifth Man "The call say's a body so you check it out. Suicide. Whataya do with that? You can't write a column about a suicide. A novel maybe, but not a column. Because when a man takes his own life you either understand everything about him, or you don't understand anything at all. In a couple o' hundred words I'm not going to get inside his head - show my readers over their morning coffee what made him tick and what made him stop. And if I can't make him out to be a Hamlet, there's only one other choice - bury him the back page." "Jack Deacon died as mysteriously as he lived. On the books: the murders of three former intelligence agents and a small time punk named Eddie Parent remain unsolved. So does the murder of Deacon itself...There is an evil that's beyond greed. Beyond one man's sordid quest for a profit in illegal drugs. It started with the idea. It started as an instrument of policy; the twists, the turns, the double and triple crosses. They were all built into that idea. They spread from it, the way cancer spreads."
11. Songbird "I used to think the hardest part about the newspaper business was finding the right words. Turns out that it gets easier as you go along. What gets harder is that thing that was easy at the beginning - finding something to write about. When your staring a deadline in the face you'll grab at anything: A cat in a tree; a stick-up..." "There's a lot of ways to complicate your life, and a lady who wants a sailboat in Tahiti is got to be near the top of the list. She had her own way of getting there too - short cuts. And she wanted you to help, you didn't then. So what do you do now cowboy? She's still got her dreams of white sails against the blue water - and for short cuts - she needs your help again. This time you'd give anything, if only you could forget, for a little while, what your life's about . . . A brief moment of glory ended last night for Denny Carter and Joey Angelo when they were apprehended with a million dollar statue stolen from a local jeweler. Although the statue was not in their possession at the time of the arrest it was later recovered by Kevin O'Brien of The Major Case Squad. . . In a press statement Detective O'Brien said he is certain the two were working alone. No further arrests are anticipated in the case."
12. Jane the Ripper The red light district. Every city has one. Home to prostitutes, pimps, strip joints, clip joints, dealers, winos and muggers. Not exactly the kind of place where you take the family for a Sunday drive. A Saturday night on the town, a Saturday night away from home, that's a different story. Always has been. That's how a well dressed respectable man gets his name in the papers. He was somebody's husband, somebody's father. Now, he's just somebody's victim. . . A stranger in a strange town. Whatever he was doing here, he was old enough to know better. It's a cold town. Unforgiving. There are some mistakes you only make once. Perhaps there is a way to understand these seemingly mindless acts of random violence that sometimes erupt to fill our lives with fear. Maybe we outta look at them as tragic, twisted forms of communication. An autobiography of despair written in blood. I doubt that Crystal Brenning knew exactly what she was trying to say. It doesn't matter. From her world of pain, drugs and confusion she called out to us. All of us heard. Maybe some of us understood.'
13. The Source You work at your trade for a gang o' years and you gain a certain reputation. Maybe you even deserve it. Then a bright kid comes along with enthusiasm like you've never seen before and, he reminds you of a lot of things. Not the kid you were, but the kid you wanted to be. I put this in the column because it's his story. I don't know how much that'll mean to his widow, or to the family of Michelle Parker who was killed because she told the truth. I know what it means to me. . . Bobby Taylor came to me because he thought I could teach him something. And he taught me. You fight for the truth. You win and you lose. And the wins don't make up for the losses. They never do, but they're all we get
14. Dead to Rights We keep a death watch after death. It's a crazy business, but an honourable one. Hell, somebody's gotta bring us the bad news. To tell us we really do these things to each other. Lurid things. Too unspeakable to imagine.....Boy kills father. It's a big of story now as it was in the days of Eytamus Rex. I wonder if they made Sophocles wait in the hall Two and a half million dollars worth of bonds. On the black market, maybe a million and a quarter in cash. But that wasn't the whole price. The men who planned the robbery paid with their lives. At least they knew what they were paying for. Cathy Davies was fifteen. Francy James had dreams about Paris and champaign. Noone asked them if it was worth it. . . She loved him and she swore he was innocent. He was innocent. But what good is innocence if the blood won't wash away
15. The Quest There are no abstractions at the end of a gun barrel. You think about what happens when a cop is shot but it's not just any cop lying in that hospital room, it's Kevin O'brien, and he's my friend. The cop who gets shot is no abstraction and neither is what happens next. It's all out, everything goes, no'holds'barred. Every cop in the city knows it coulda been him, and he wants a piece of the man who did it. Shoot a cop and you better have a pretty deep hole to hide in.' A score settled. A death avenged. Things evened out. When it all goes smooth, we call it justice. Very civilized justice. But every now and then we get a glimpse at the raw jungle realities that lie just beneath that smooth surface. And what do we call it then''
16. Poison A fight. A knife. A man bleeding on the pavement. It happens all the time. Probably doesn't deserve a column. Only this time, I saw it happen. And when you see a man die, no matter how ordinary the circumstances, it doesn't seem ordinary any more I'd feel better if I could say that it's hard to understand the kind of things that defines the profit in poisoning us all. The truth is, it's just too easy. Take what you can. Look out for yourself. Part of our nature they say. If it is, its the part that kills us all. . . there's no sides. No good guys. No bad guys. We're in it together. When we break natures rules, we all pay."
17. The Game A nice friendly Saturday night poker game. Some nights, the cards don't go your way. And sometimes you draw to win an insight straight. A stock broker, a film producer and a hired goon. Definitely the nights big losers. Totally wiped out. And, two others down a bundle. But at least their still in the game. . . Every game has it's winners and losers. Tonight, it's the losers. How long's he gonna be able to stay ahead'" I write about lust and greed and once in a while one of the other deadly sins creeps into my column. It's not always pleasant reading but the truth I'm aiming at is the fact that the worst passions we can imagine are wired into the structure of our brains. You accept that, or you forget about understanding that two legged creatures who dominate our planet. I've never been able to understand the kind of obsession that drives a man to risk destruction of a turn of a card. Dr. Paul Benton's obsession lead him to take bigger risks. He held healing at the tips of his fingers, but it wasn't enough. So he shuffled the cards and lost it long before he asked a man to steal for him. Long before he ever heard of Ted Keating . . . There are winners and there are losers. But every now and again a game comes along where noone wins
18. Mother's Day '(goofy laugh) Grandmothers. If your lucky enough to have one, you know there's noone else like them. They come from a different world than we do. A world that was simpler, cleaner and more straight forward. And across the gulf that separates their world from ours they throw a bridge of unconditional and unquestioning love. All we have to do to cross it, is just to listen Why do we hide our elderly in homes that are not homes. Where they fall prey to the heartless viciousness of criminals who see in them only their vulnerability. Wasn't there once a day when white hair was worn as a crown' When we honoured or elderly' Cherished them as our only precious resource' . . . Angela Giambone. She reminds us of our past and mirrors our future. She's where we came from, and what we will become.'
19. Power Play Only a couple hundred thousand of years seperate us from the animals. Which may explain why the code of civilization we wear sometimes fraies around the edges. Underneath were still animals and maybe that's our better side. Somehow this thing we call civilization has managed to twist our instrints around about 180 degrees. Every other speciies runs from a fire, we set them. Mike Turley spent his whole life saving lives. When he had every reason in the world to take a life, he couldn't do it. It has something to do with a man's humanity, his compassion. Those may be old fashioned qualities, but Mike Turley was an old fashioned guy. . . City planning commissioners stood up on their hind legs and denied the permits to build the convention centre. The decision has been appealed. And if the case is lost, it will be appealed and argued again. The syndicate has bought up most of the land and every month, they buy up more. They can afford to be patient. Commissioners change. People forget. Times on their side."
20. Snow White It's funny how childhood memories can be stirred up by a name, a smell, a place. Kevin and I grew up here. Our mothers worried when we went into the park. I don't know why, it was safe back then. The worst that might happen is that someone stole your heart. It's different now. There are strangers here and they're after more than your heart." Cops and robbers was a simple game. It's from a simpler day. My day. There were the good guys and the bad guys. And we never had any trouble telling them apart. We didn't know everything, but at least we knew that . . . Today we play a game called war. And none of it is clear. Only the weapons, the anger, the violence. And for most of us, what comfort we can take from just surviving."
21. Secrets Most people have to be satisfied if they manage to reflect a little light now and again. But there are a few, a very few, who make their own. Stars. I don't know who thought up the term. Probably some tired press agent who happened to look up one night and notice there something going on over his head. Whoever he was, he got it right. Maybe he wasn't thinking about Meagan Davis, but he shoulda been." How thin a line I wonder separates a great talent from pure madness. How many times can one actor cross the tightrope stretched between illusion and reality. On the screen I saw Meagan Davis cross it a thousand times, in scene after scene. I wonder if those scenes will ever work their magic again now that I saw her fall."
22. Brotherhood Never get involved in your own stories, that's what they say. Except I know Tony Bono 12 years and he's taking on Joe Latamir for the control of the biggest, richest, most violent local in the Air Cargo Industry. How do you stay on the sidelines? When the shooting starts, there are no sidelines. Where there's money to be made, you'll always find a Latamir or a Canale. Maybe someone comes along and cleans house, kicks out the crooks, but how much has changed? Only time can tell.
23. Innocents One minute their playing games with their kids, the next minute their a mob. It can get ugly fast. But when two children disappear from same neighborhood in just a couple of days, then one of them's been found' That's ugly too . . . One child dead in the bushes. God knows where they'll find the other one. Monsters. Sometimes it's the innocent who shreak like animals. And its the monster who shutters like a frightened cat." Saints and madmen, they say, don't know guilt. The rest of us deal with it the best we can. But Greg Mitchell, guilt was a sin of the mind he hoped noone would ever uncover. And for Arleene Elizabeth, it was a secret she desparately prayed someone will pry out of her, before she was destroyed by it. In the end Greg Mitchell would survive. Keep his family, his job. And after his ordeal, find a freedom from guilt he hadn't known in years. Maybe Arleene Elizabeth can find a kind of freedom too. Or maybe she's locked herself in a prison more escape proof then the murderer of her daughter will ever be confined to. Locked herself in, and threw away the key."
24. Fire and Ice "The hardest substance known to man is also one of the most fragile. If a cutter strikes an undetected flaw the most dazzling diamond disintegrates into useless fragments. Then what about that infinitely more complex structure we call a city. With glue, with molecular attraction combined us all together, when each atom is so riddled with flaws. We're each born with enough frailty to destroy everything around us." ""And The Lord said unto Cain, 'where is Able thy brother?' And he said, 'I know not: Am I my brothers keeper?' And He said 'what hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.'" . . . I write about the nights, the streets, and the loneliness, and the pain. I look for these things, and sometimes when I find them, I can't write a word. Not one damn word."
25. The Hero "Ten seconds of violence on the street. Not a lot of time. But somehow when your there, it can seem like an eternity. And in that brief distorted instant hard decisions have to be made. You get one second, maybe two, to make up your mind, and there's no turning back once the choice is made. For most people, it's easy to let the other guy to take his chances. But for some, it's not that simple. They're the one's we call heroes." "The past. For some people it's a haven. A world where everything is a just little better than it is now. For Dave Ellis it was a safe spot where he can pretend that nothing had changed. Somewhere he could fight the battles he lost long ago. But in the end it reached out, and in one terror filled night, destroyed him. That same night George Garfield became a free man, and for the first time in fifteen years he stepped away from the shadows of the past."
26. Dead Ringer "Nice place...but this crowd isn't here to admire the architecture, they're all imagining the ugly mess behind those walls...that's why I'm here too. Nothing makes better copy than the ugly mess that's on the inside of well kept people" "One night, Laura and John Rozaro decided to put on a little play for the neighbours. It was a very cleverly concocted piece of fiction in which the husband gets killed in the first act. Like any good play, it had a happy ending. Opening night was a smash hit - the box office took in two million and then just when his little play looked like it was going to be a runaway hit, it closed on the second night. Somebody rewrote the ending and the husband really died...for love she had to take the curtain call alone."
27. Neighbours Michael Jamieson - he worked hard all his life to buy his house and then worked even harder to meet the monthly payments. Now after all those years of sweat, now when he needed it the most, all he could do is watch as the bottom fell out. It's hard to say how far this man has been pushed, but one things for certain - he's going to push back - hard. Unless some justice as he sees it, comes his way. "A boy lies near death. A man's life is in shambles because he shot him. Like a disease spreading through a once healthy body, distrust and hatred invaded these streets eating away at the soul of a neighbourhood . . . And we are this disease. All of us, because we fear strangers, we become strangers, to ourselves."
28. Payday "For millions of people the city is home. For others, it's a place to hide. A place to get lost. These are the faceless, nameless, anonymous people who's lives and deaths happen around us without our noticing or caring. Unless they get killed. Maybe then they get our attention." "Like little boys digging up a beach for ancient pirate hordes, we've all dreamed of lost treasures at one time or another. For a former insurance investigator named Bassich, and assistant warden named Green, the dream was almost a reality. Until it turned into a nightmare that isn't going to end for a long, long time."
29. Moonlight "Picture rustlers pursuing a racing stage coach, the driver whipping his horses for all they're worth. A scene we saw every Saturday afternoon as kids. Now we only see it once in a while. The modern equivalent, a truck hijacking. It's not so entertaining is it? Not this time. Two men are dead . . . People say you can't put a price on human life. I used to think that too, but I've seen to much that proves otherwise. Whoever killed this driver figured out what he was worth to the penny - one truckload of cold beef. No more. No less" "Trust and betrayal. Friendship and duty. How do we balance them out? Brutus betrayed Caesar to save Rome, and earned the thanks of his country and an eternity in hell. So what do we say about friends and lovers and cops. I don't know. I don't draw the morals, I just tell the stories."
30. The Legendary Eddie Shore "Tonight, I decided to write my last column about Eddie Shore. Tell what I know about his life or what retirement means to this kind of guy. Was he a hero or just a hard nosed Don Quioxte with a badge? Why do legends die before you really get the chance to know them?" "Sometimes you get the story all wrong, that's OK - as long as you get the chance to get it right. One last chance to tell a story about a good man, maybe that's all a legend is . . ." (nb. instead of the normal final picture capture that is superimposed in Kirkwoods article, this time instead a picture of Eddie Shore making an arrest is shown)
31. The Passenger "A German captain and a French crew on a ship that sailed out of Martinique. Sounds romantic doesn't it? But what's the rest of the story? This ship docked here with a cargo that wasn't on the manifest and romance was left in some far away port." "We all have our visions of pirates and rogues and Victor Guise was the last of the breed - but somehow his story doesn't sound like the old stories. Maybe because truth is in fiction, because his loot was plain old dollars instead of rubies and pearls, because he shot real bullets at real people."
32. Every Picture Tells a Story "The ugliness that comes out of beauty. That's the first thing you think of, but I don't want to write the story that way. It's an old idea. It's tired. Besides, what else can ugliness ever come out of if not beauty. Then what's my angle? A man's dead. A simple man who had nothing to do with art, he just guarded the pictures. Is that it? Maybe. You start with the fact that a museum needs a guard at all, then take it from there." "Art is an illusion, (only mere) pieces of reality. Is truth the same? Vincent Spendor's vision of truth was based on the beauty he found in art. But in one corner of that perfect picture ran a narrow streak of greed. Like a single colour out of harmony, it ruined the canvass."
33. The Fighter "What do you say when you just killed a man with your fists? Even say you both took the same risks, and you can deny there was any malice, after all, none of the blows were struck in anger. You can even try to convince yourself there was something wrong with the other guy. That it would have happened anyway if he had just been walking down the street somewhere. And even if all this is true, it doesn't change the way people start to look at you - or the way you feel." "I can remember a time when we looked at sports and the people who excelled in them as special and incorruptible. A time when a scandal involving an athlete was almost as unthinkable as a blasphemy in church. We've come a long way since then, and maybe that view of the world was never very accurate. But there's something inside me that just can't help wishing for some heroes to admire again."
34. Showdown "We call it our criminal justice system and sometimes you can't help wondering if there's even a grain of truth in any of those words. System? What kind of system is it when nothing works. Justice? What's just about releasing an animal like Kurt Malcolm to kill again. Criminal? The only thing criminal is a system of justice that leaves us asking these questions." "Some think the most horrible aspect of violence is the way it numbs everyone it touches. But the worst effect of violence isn't the emotion it takes away, it's the emotion it gives you. When there's a mad dog loose in the streets we have to shoot it. But when the mad dog is human, what then? Do we call that a victory? Or a defeat?"
35. Friends "He was eighteen or nineteen years old. It was Friday night, and on Friday night when your eighteen or nineteen years old you forget about the rest of the week. You've got a car, a friend, maybe a couple of girls and the weekend's never gonna to end. Figure of speech huh? Not for this boy. Whatever Friday meant to him, Monday isn't gonna to come." "Two friends needed a car to impress some girls. They picked the wrong one and suddenly a whole world of gun runners, drug dealers and bloody terrorists came crashing down on them. An ugly world in which the most important thing you can have is a good friend . . . Sometimes a friend is just a guy at the corner news stand that says "hello" every morning. Sometimes it's someone you've known all your life . . . sometimes it's just a bunch of guys who work together every night."
36. Trapped "We all fear darkness and loneliness and strangers in the night. Our fears, like stray cats, scavenging in dim alleyways, lurk in the dark corners of our minds lying in wait for us. And then one night, for some of us, those fears come to life. This is when fear becomes terror. A terror that turns us in-side-out. Eats at us. Changes us." "We know all about outrage, fear and terror. At least we think we do. But how much do we know about ourselves? About how we will react if it ever comes down to an all out struggle between "us" and "them." Maybe, just maybe, our allusions about our control dignity and humanity will be stripped from us and we'll meet terror with terror, outrage with rage. . . or maybe we'll just get to know ourselves better. Maybe we'll see that our true selves are what we are at our best, not our worst. This is our hope that will come out of this nightmare, with our love in tact."
37. Another Country ". . . it's a world inhabited by invisible people. We pass them without seeing them, as casually and indifferently as we pass our own reflections in store front windows." "Do they really live among us? Or are they citizens of another country, a vast and teaming gulag of the dispossessed. No, don't turn away. Look in their faces. Do you see your brother? Your son? An old friend? A co-worker? Someone you went to school with? Someone you once loved? No? You didn't see them? Not today. Tomorrow you could. . . Do we really kill the things we love? And what does it kill in us? Braden Dean was never found. Perhaps in the despair of recognizing what he had done he destroyed himself. And I don't like to think that. I like to think he merged into that faceless multitude. He's out there, somewhere. Living like one of them. Dying like all of us."
38. Pride and Prejudice "Homosexuality. It's a political question in some quarters. A religious, ethical and legal question in others. And some argue it's just a question of lifestyles - a freedom to choose. I don't take sides, I just report the fact, you run risks. Sometimes it's not about lifestyles at all. It's about death." "Rick Traver's nightmare began with a homosexual encounter in prison. After it he never know who, or what, he was. I thought that would be the piece I'd write. Instead, I decided to feature Detective Fred Carson. It's about a young man who finds himself, and that's a better story."
39. Wages of Sin "There are times when you have to step back and take a look at yourself - at your job. Tonight there's a game going on between the police and the press. The police investigate crimes, find the facts, and this time anyway, try to sit on 'em." "Cats, they say, have nine lives. Cat burglars, one. And that's all Ann Christopher had. Then what made her throw it away? Love? Excitement? Because she found the one man who made nothing else matter? I don't know why people do things. It's my job to know, but I don't."
40. The Hit We all have our private fears, our secret dreads, some of us tremble at the thought of airplanes, others are frightened of cars, or heights or water. We imagine our own deaths and tremble at pictures in our minds. The irony is that we usually fear the wrong things. I don't know what girls worse fear was, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't dying in a cocktail lounge. Trust, it's something that's easy to take for granted. We trust the people we live with, the people we love and sometimes the people we work with. Luckily for most of us, it isn't a matter of life and death if that trust breaksdown. It's different with undercover cops. When something erodes their faith in one another it's a lot more serious, becuase for an undercover cop trust is the only thing that keeps you alive.
41. Children of the Night “We know our great cities by the splendor of their buildings. Monuments of success, wealth and power, and the millions who live here. But this is part of the city too: A nameless kid. One of the countless children of the night. He found his final shelter here, where soon another monument of success will rise and no one who works in these offices will ever know about the teenage boy who died in the muck of a sub-basement they’ll never see.” “A great city is built by gamblers. The risks are high but so are the payoffs: Money; success; power. We think of it as a ruthless game, but there are rules. Hamilton Lawrence tried to fix the deck. Sometimes justice doesn’t take long at all. I guess it depends on how you measure the time . . . Hell of a job isn’t it? We make a guy into a hero and that sells papers. Then it turns out he’s not a hero, and that sells even more.”
42. Bad Timing “When Columbus set out to the Indies. When the pilgrims set out for the new world, they had no way of knowing they reached their destination. Apparently we’re heading back to those days. Only now hijackers and terrorists play the roles once played by sea monsters and uncharted oceans. Whether it’s the carefully plotted scheme of the politically disaffected, or the crazed act of a twisted mind driven over the edge. Either way, chance has reentered our lives. A few seconds can make the difference between getting to the theatre, the beach, the dentist, or becoming tomorrows headlines. It’s all in the timing.” “Scott Fitzgerald said the rich were different from the rest of us. Hemingway said it was only because they had more money. I’m just a plain old newspaper man, but my vote goes to Fitzgerald…the difference is what wealth and power do to a mans soul. Or maybe it’s not wealth and power, but the need for them. The need that reduces everything and everyone along the way to assets and liabilities. You add them; subtract them; liquidate them if you have too. And when you push the philosophy as far as Simon Berlin did, in the end your living in a world with no people.”
43. Fighting Back In my small corner of the world they call themselves the Community Combat Corps. In other cities they may go by other names but the philosophy is usually the same. They want to clean up the streets, parks and subways so decent people can live without fear of violence. They believe this can happen if people band together and fight back. I wonder what everybody’s thinking now.” “It was a night of violence where ordinary citizens took it into their own hands to fight back. Where old hates, only half understood, came alive like nightmares. And where a kid named Danny Rivera who thought he was better than the police at fighting crime and violence owed his life to a cop. Maybe some good’ll come out of that. Maybe a lot of people figured out what sides their on.”
44. The Beaumont Line “The Beaumont Line. Climb a mountain; Drink Perrieau (sic); Race a car; First class on the Orient Express. The world’s your oyster if you wear a Beaumont suit. It’s hot in the city. You’ll want something light so the sweat won’t show. And you’ll want something dark – to cover the blood.” “We make our own prisons – all of us. And we sentence ourselves to life. It might take years. It might take months. It might only take a few days but all of us, sooner or later, want out … we get tired of pounding at the walls, shaking at the bars. We try to break out. Some tried buying their way out. Or they shoot and kill. Most of us, most of us, try to dream our way out. For a night. For a couple of nights. Taste it. Life outside the walls.”
45. The Movement "What were the Nazi rallies in Germany really like? Is this how it started? Is this how this kind of madness and hate swept over masses of normal people? People like you and me? I've asked myself that question and I think I don't like the answer - because the truth is, this kind of thing happens all too easily. It's a matter of chemistry - measured doses of dispair and dissatisfaction, add a pinch of someone to blame it on, throw in a cavalist, a maniac like Martin Bureau - he stirs the brew up and the reactions complete, that's when it ignites and takes off on its own....hate is like a chain reaction, it keeps on going, feeds on itself, inflicts others - that's why people like Martin Bureau never run short when they spread hate around - it always comes back to them." The concept of hate is something that is easily taken for granted, we all have something we hate. Somebody. When it really gets used is when it's directed at whole people because of the colour of their skin or place they worship
46. Body Conscious "Even on a peaceful night like tonight, somewhere there is someone killing another human being, just the same as there is someone having dinner, someone going to work, someone falling in love; that's human nature. Could all of us at some point be all of these things? Husbands and Wives, Sisters and Brothers, Lovers and Killers?" “'We are such stuff as dreams are made of.' I wonder if Shakespeare was thinking about the dreams of a pretty girl from a small town who wanted so much to be a star it almost cost her her life. Shakespeare put the line at the end of one of his comedies, which is okay I guess. But you could also put it at the beginning of most tragedies … if sometimes dreams are our only hope, they’re also what gets us into trouble in the first place
47. Masquerade “All over the world children run in alley’s, hide in stairs, or under the lattices of board porches. Games and dreams. And maybe those children are poor. Maybe they’re oppressed, but they have games and dreams. And maybe they’re lucky enough to get out. To make it to a country like this. A place like this. A stop along the way to a better life. The deadly irony of this alley is the end of a life that officially didn’t exist. No games. No Dreams…Black skin and blue silk. When she passed us in the daylight, we didn’t know she was there. When she died in an alley at night, we stop to look. Where did she come from? Somewhere up there.” “A beginning, a middle, and an end. That’s how we tell stories. How we write plays. It’s how we think of our lives, at least other people’s lives. When we look at our own lives we see a jumble of events with beginnings yes, but with no clear endings…A clear end? really? For who?”
48. The Switch "My paper sells nearly a million copies a day. Maybe a quarter of those readers look at my column. Maybe half of those read it all the way through. I write about crime, and maybe half of my readers have never even been inside a police station. I write about cops, and maybe another half have never even met one. I'd like to think I've got something to say, but it's not just cops and crime, it's people."  
49. Love You to Death "It's supposed to be the sport of kings, and I've never been invited to a coronation before. You can't turn down a new experience - or an old one. I had to find out what seeing her again would do to me. And I didn't mind the chance to get away from the night beat for a few hours. Away from cops, and crooks, and killers. But then, it never quite works out the you planned, does it? "She took me for a ride it took years to get off - if I ever did. But that was a lifetime ago, or at least I thought it was until I saw her again. There are some women who can do that to a man. Is it our weakness and her strength? I don't know. She ruled men. She ruined them. She did it to Teddy Madden, and the ride he went on, goes straight to prison."
50. Vantage Point "Nice view of the city from here. It's going to be a pretty park in a few months. The kinda place you can come to get away from things. But even before it opens its already been touched by one of the things you wanna get away from. Maybe I'm nuts hoping it coulda been different. Maybe no where's safe. Still when a place is new - fresh, you like to think there's a chance. Some innocence left in the world. It's a hard feeling to hold on too when the word on the street is that a job like this was done by people we trust to protect us. . . . In turning a place like this into a park you bury a lot of things. Refuse. Old bricks. Bottles. You put in some nice trees; a covering of sod, and the junk under it is all forgotten. Even though part of that junk was two young men." "There are laws everywhere, even in the world of crime. Maybe especially in the world of crime, because there are limits - lines that have to be drawn. One of those lines separates the cops from everyone else. We shutter when a cop crosses it, even when we think he crosses it, because that line is all that keeps us from the jungle."
51. Play the Game "A few hours ago Mike Bell was racing across the ice, strong and graceful, with the cheers of the crowd singing in his ears. He was chasing his dream and letting the rest of us rekindle the dreams our own lost youth . . . somewhere between then and now Mike Bell took a walk from the perfect fantasy world of the college hockey rink to the ugly world of the violent streets." "Do you want me to tell you that Billy Donavan scored a goal to tie it up, and then to win'er in overtime? That's a story for the sports page, and I don't write sports. My story's about a kid who lost his way on the clear cold ice of a hockey rink. There are those who will tell you he was mislead, tricked, seduced. But I see it different . . . the only traps that snare us are the ones we set ourselves. We let a Matty Rosen teach us to play the angles only when we've forgotten how to play it straight."
52. Punk "It happens every day - a thousand times a day. But you go on living assured it'll never happen to you - until it does. That's when you stop and think. That's when it hits you . . . every time you climb into one of these metal boxes, every time you start one of them up and point it toward a destination, you've just entered the biggest roulette game in the world. In this game, your lucky when your number doesn't come up." "A hundred and twenty feet above the city reality sets in. The reality of law - O'Brien's law - and Newton's. For every action, every act of madness, every ounce of hate, there's a clear and opposite reaction. Its called justice - and it's all we have."
53. Beauty Is As Beauty Does "The City is two-faced: Lavish to one, cruel to another. It bestows favours and meets out punishement like an absolute dictator and not obliged to be fair. Still the young come by the thousands looking for something they can't find at home." "They put the news on the front page and then you turn to my column and maybe I explain it. I think that's the way it's supposed to work. Only sometimes I can't explain it. I can't explain why death is drawn to beauty like a moth to flame. I've just seen it happen enough to know it's true. . . . Some people will tell you there's a connection between sex and violence. You can think that - if you like simplifications. The connection that matters is the one we've always known about: between beauty and ugliness; sin and salvation. The list is long of things we'll kill for. Long as a lifetime."
54. Tonight's News "Organized crime. Maybe it doesn't look very organized but it's here, a piece lying on the sidewalk. But it's always big news and three killings in a week make it even bigger. What's more exciting to read about or see on the 11 o'clock news then a good-ol-fashioned gang war? It's Edward G. Robinson and Little Ceasar; James Cagney and Public Enemy. The media make them as real today as the movies did in the past. Except here, the bullets are real. The dead men lying on the sidewalk, are really dead . . . Why do we make media stars out of these people? Because they're news? Or because they're good for ratings and sell newspapers." "A funny thing happens when television covers a story. It becomes entertainment - a drama - and it starts to meet all the elements of a drama. A hero, the villian, even a romantic interest. In this story Arlene Grant wasn't content to cast herself in a bit part, she wanted to be the star. The only thing she forgot was that in real life the bad guys never read the script, and they don't shoot blanks."
55. Freedom Dead "Most of us are shaped by destiny. Pushed and pulled by the powerful forces that we call history. A few shape their own destiny's - grab history, put their stamp on an era, a nation, a people. The first time I met one of these great men I stood face to face with him and knew he would change the world. The last time we met, I watched him bleed like an ordinary man." "Let us hope that the desire for freedom beats stronger than the heart of a single man. My friend Quintaro wanted nothing more than freedom. If his spirit prevails, perhaps no more young people will have to shed their blood on a cold warehouse floor many miles from home."
56. You're On the Air "News is something that happens somewhere else - in another part of town to other people. We witness it in the comfort our own living rooms. It distracts us - relieves the boredom. Tonight's lead story is a man on his way home. For the next day or two he'll occupy the spotlight. His claim to fame? The simple fact of being dead in a nice neighbourhood...Like Jake Lamada used to say, 'That's entertainment.'" "It was a game for Collin Wilcox. He did fifteen years for murder and wanted a rematch. This time he had a better gameplan. This time the breaks might go his way. In the end the final score was in the cards all along. The better team wins."
57. And Baby Makes Grief "Most of us fear lonliness. Some seek it. There will always be those who ask nothing more of the city than to leave them alone, to forget them, to give them a place to disappear - and the city does. Until chance or fate, or who knows what, lets one of them die in our own back yard, reminding us in our own islolation we are more connected than we ever dreamed." "What was the Lord thinking? Letting poor misfits like Valerie and Sandra Conrad have babies while responsible couples pray for children and are denied. It doesn't make sense. In a rational world only those with the wisdom and the means to raise them would be blessed with offspring. Somebody should have thought of that. Joseph Dominic did."
58. The Pimp "Just another working girl. A bit of light entertainment for a cold winter night. A little flash to brighten up a dingy street corner. It's odd how we have all have our names for them. Silly names - embarrassed Victorian euphemisms. We call them "hookers"; "streetwalkers"; "ladies of the night." I guess that's why it's easy to forget that other people have names for them too. Names like sister - or daughter." "We spend our lives wrestling with love. A fathers love becomes an anger dragging in his child. A womans love become a cheap commodity sold to the highest bidder. A mans love twists into bizzare shapes of rage and dominance until it kills everything in it's path . . . These are only some of the forms love takes. Its where our comedies end and our tragedies start. It tears us apart, and sometimes - maybe sometimes - it pulls us together."
62. Flashback “…a lingering whiff of aboriginal terror surrounds us so we rush to close their eyes – cover their faces and put them deep in the ground where they can’t hurt us. But it’s not quite that simple. Oh it’s easy enough to burry the dead, but burying the past is a lot tougher.” “… killing in their lives, but then death is the stuff for horror films and televisions shows. It isn’t quite like that where I live. I see a lot of dead bodies in my business and most of the time it makes me think I outta try another line of work…of course there are exceptions to every rule. I guess I’d have to count Jake Greavis as one of them. I didn’t feel any pity, any sorrow, any grief when that black bag was zipped shut. All I felt was relief.”
96. Blues in a Bottle   "Crisis isn't all bad, it's a time to reassess, a time to gain a new appreciation for what we all too often take for granted. The Mid South crisis will blow over like so many in the past. In the meantime, it's given the people who work there, pause to consider what they mean to each other and the public at large. Buildings may change, bureaucrats may come and go, but the spirit of Mid South will always walk these mean streets."