NANCY:
What makes you think I'll talk to someone like you? Why would I confide in someone with a lingering odour of month-old whisky and cheap cigars?

RAY:
Well kid, unless you wanna get arrested for refusing to assist and wasting police time...I'd start talking now

NANCY:
You're rude and grouchy...I expect those traits in most men...but not a detective.

RAY:
Fight fire with fire I say...I heard you're a tough nut to crack.

NANCY:
Well I'm no nut, Mr Stein, but how do you expect to crack anything if you can't even crack a simple case with the answer laid out right in front of you?

RAY:
You wanna tell me what the hell you're talking about?

NANCY:
I'm talking about Lighthouse Man killing two men in cold blood and vanishing into thin air...everybody knows what happened...we don't need a bumbling detective to work that out.

RAY:
Why'd you sound so sure it was the old man?

NANCY:
He's done it before...the sailors never made it back alive because of his shenanigans...he took out his loneliness on the town and now he must pay the price...his murdering days are over...good riddance I say.

RAY:
Sounds like you're holding quite a grudge, Miss...did you happen to know one of the victims?

NANCY:
Only the love of my life...but I wouldn't expect you to understand...

RAY:
Try me.

NANCY:
He murdered many people...most of them were just plain old sailors...but then he got too close to home...

RAY:
Just who is it that you are referring to?

NANCY:
Oh what’s the point? Why don’t you pester someone else?

RAY:
Who?

NANCY:
I mean it detective, leave --


RAY:
WHO?!

NANCY:
THE SICARIO YOU FOOL! [sobs]

RAY:
Hmm...you wanna tell me about your relationship with this...Sicario fella? I’ve heard mixed things about his reputation.

NANCY:
I suppose there’s no use in fighting it...I’m too exhausted...I knew the true Sicario…The Sicario was only a role he performed, a job he was forced into...but I knew him for the man he was born to be...The Artist!

RAY:
Art, you say? Not very into your Bible in this part of town, huh?

NANCY:
I need only look at the beautiful works he left behind to feel the touch of god.

RAY:
I’m guessing you and Sicario shared more than a penchant for acting mysterious, am I right?

NANCY:
Oh, we shared everything. We were lovers. When we met, he promised me the world. He was certain that when people saw his paintings he’d be a sensation and we’d have the life we’d always dreamed of. But it never happened. No one in this town recognises true talent when they see it. Sure, he struggled by: a commission for a shop sign here, a painting sold to a judge there, but he never found a big break. That was when he got involved with the Cobbler… Now the Cobbler saw something in my love. He saw a tool he could use to build an empire. Before I knew what was happening, my artist became the Cobbler’s greatest lieutenant, collecting the Shoe Tax and protecting that damn shoemaker from threats against his life.

RAY:
But he ended up dead himself. Now that’s what I call a tragic tale. But there’s a lot of death going around this town at the moment. What about the Fisherman, Fisherboy’s father?

NANCY:
That old whispering cad? I wonder, Mr Stein, as the harpoon pierced him, d’you think he thought of all the fish he’s killed the same way? His son’s a better man than he ever was.

RAY (voice raised):
Not the sympathetic type are ya? I thought you might be a bit more cooperative knowing a man’s life could be at stake.

NANCY (shouted):
I’ve already lost the only man I ever loved.

RAY (shouting, getting increasingly loud):
But what about the Lighthouse Man? Don’t ya think anyone loves him, huh? Doesn’t this town owe him a debt for all the lives he’s saved? What if he didn’t murder all those sailors that one time? He could be out there somewhere innocent as a lamb but doomed to slaughter. Don’t you care that a good man’s life could be lost?

NANCY (virtually screaming now):
LOST? I’ve already LOST everything. And no one can know the price I’ve paid. Don’t ask me about the Lighthouse Man. I say good riddance to bad rubbish. People don’t normally escape from wh---- from wherever he is…

RAY:
I'll talk to you again soon, Nancy.