Of Monsters And Men | Discontinued |

Episode Six - Lafayette Street

"Frank. That's your real name?" He doesn't respond. "You get off threatening innocent people?"

"He was only in danger because one on you squealed, because you can't follow orders--"

"You had a gun on him, you thumbed back the hammer."

"Yeah, well, that was for you. Part of the show."

Matt laughs, anything but happily. "What does that mean?"

"I really have to spell it out for you, Red? Huh? I'm disappointed." He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a pistol. Her heart leaps to her tongue. "Listen carefully, okay?" He pulls the hammer back, pointing it at Matt's head. "You listening? You listening? Feel it?" Matt jerks his head to the side and Frank draws the gun back. HE breathes heavily, retreating a few steps. "I'm not a bad guy, Red."

"You wanna explain that to the orphans and the widows of the men you killed?"

Frank turns. "For Christ's sake, that's what you think? I'm just some crazy asshole going around unloading on whoever I want to?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I think." Matt barks. Evren watches as Frank pulls himself up a billboard ladder.

"That it?"

"You think you're anything else?"

"I think that the people I kill need killing, that's what I think."

"You left men hanging from meat hooks!" Matt shouts, jerking against the chains.

"They got off easy, in my opinion."

"You shot up a hospital!"

"Yeah, and nobody got hurt that didn't deserve it." No one got hurt in the hospital, at all. He was steering them, and he knows it. She tilts her head. Frank knew exactly what he was doing, where he was aiming. "Ask your friend down there, she was there."

"Oh, yeah. What about you, Frank? What happens the day someone decides you deserve it?"

"I'll tell you what, they better not miss."

"Come on, you run around this city like it's your damn shooting gallery. You think you do--"

"Yeah, and what do you do?" Frank bellows, cutting him off. Evren flinches. She isn't even sure why. "What do you do? You act like it's a playground. You beat up bullies with your fists. You threw 'em in jail, everybody call you a hero, right? And then a month, a week, a day later, they;re back on the streets doing the same goddamn thing--"

"Yeah, so you put 'em in the morgue." Matt cries, struggling against the chains once more. Evren simply watches the interaction.

"You're goddamn right I do."

"You ever doubt yourself, Frank?

"Not even for a second."

"Really? Really? You never even think for one second, 'Shit, I just killed another human being.'?"

"How about you ask your friend, huh? She ever think that when she ripped those people apart? All over the news, you know." He stands at the edge of the billboard.

"A human being who did a lot of stupid shit, maybe even evil, but had one small piece of goodness in him. Maybe just a scrap, Frank, but something. And then you come along, and that one tiny flicker of light gets snuffed out forever. "

Frank drops a cement block by Matt's feet, then sits on it, glaring straight at him. "I think you're wrong."

"Which part?"