Part 3 (page) JB: I'll stain your white wings with blackness Roy: What wings? I don't have any I'm no angel... (page) Roy: mmhh.. JB: Don't bite on your finger. You'll hurt yourself Roy: Yes- but- JB: You thought you'd go this far without making a sound? Just grab the sheet instead Roy: Jack... Ahh (page) Roy: nh nnh... unh- ahh- ahh- ahhh- ahh JB: When I hear his melting voice emerging little by little from his lips- then I know this is a crime (page) JB: My blood-stained hands are defiling an angel This pure and unstained angel Every sigh, every sweet and passionate moan of his, plucks another feather from his wings The white feathers of his wings tremble as he plummets down to meet the God of Death (page) Roy: Nnh- ngh- Oh- ohh-- JB: Each time the angel's body bends beneath me I see the white feathers dropping from his wing Roy: Jack- Ja-ack-- (page) JB: Fallen white feathers drift onto the white sheets, onto his white voluptuous body I'm dizzy at the sight of his pearly skin tinged only faintly with colour Of all the sins I've committed in my life, this is the worst I've defiled an angel (page) Roy: nh- Roy: Jack.. (JB's letter) Dear Roy- By the time you read this I'll be gone from this city (page) Passerby: Ak! (letter) Roy- I'm grateful that I met you Passerby: Hey! Wouldja look where you're going! (letter) My life takes me from one death to another It was my good fortune to have met an angel like you I was able to live in peace even if only for a little while F/X: pant pant (page) (letter) You may think you've been defiled because you gave yourself to me You needn't worry. Your wings are still as white as ever There's still time for you. Forget everything. Forget that I exist. Forget about guns. Forget it all Find yourself some honest work. You aren't cut out to be a killer Don't let yourself be tied to anyone. Fly free in the sky (page) I'll pray that you're happy, way up there in the sky. J.B. Roy: I'm- not- I'm not an angel- Jack- Jack! (page) Roy: JAAACK!!! A year later, after Jack had gone and I'd left the church I'd practised shooting by myself I chose the life he told me to forget (page) Roy: Bourbon Customer: Let me treat you OK? You've got nice eyes... Take off your shades and let me see them better Roy: My doctor told me the light's bad for them (page) Customer: Ohh hey- you keep them on even in bed? Ohh- no point looking around the place. Only old farts here Why don't you and I-- Roy: Sorry. I only get hard for older guys Excuse me. Mr. Bill Calvi? Calvi: Mmh- A new face. You came to fuck with me? (page) Roy: Sorry. Not with dead guys F/X: bang bang bang AKKKHH! (page) Customer: T-that guy- what'd you have against him-- Roy: Nothing. Never seen him before in my life (page) Roy: Jack There any number of Jacks in this country Bet the God of Death is looking up at the same sky as me, somewhere on this earth Where'll I hide out this time... Japan, maybe?