We Sons Of Daley [Manhattan Blues]

He's right. You can't possibly know, so we'd better do some monologuing.

"You know, maybe I'm being a little too harsh on you, Shewson. After all, you're trying to cover for Armstrong, I'm sure, who's shaken, and still trying to LIE." You slowly start to lower your 1911 from Shewson's temple.

Our logic (which we say out loud):

Armstrong is a shitty liar. We knew he was lying before he even said anything. What would he be trying to hide?

Probably that he shot the hostages. That he fucked up and killed the hostages and we wouldn't approve of it.

"But SUPERIOR, PONCY, and ANNOYING as Armstrong is, he's not an ASSHOLE. He's okay! He wouldn't do something like SHOOTING HELPLESS PEOPLE without a good reason, right?"

Get to the point, you jerk.

"So, how's this. It's my job to make sure this whole thing goes on above ground. So I'm gonna give you- and Armstrong- a CHANCE. Armstrong, you've one shot to tell me what really happened here- PLAUSIBLY- or I'm going to EXERCISE MY PEROGATIVE."

Shewson realizes you have the pistol pointed somewhere VERY UNCOMFORTABLE.

"Okay okay! Fine! This entire place, it's a CONTROL KEY," Armstrong says. "Originally I thought the VICTROLA did it, but it turns out that just SETS THE TARGET. And the DEFAULT TARGET is the HOSTAGES. The VICTROLA sets up an AVOID ORDER. Killing the HOSTAGES was the only way to SAVE OUR ASSES. Worse, we haven't spotted a single BANDIT our whole time down here. I think we been TRICKED, sir."

>_