Venice, 1880: A late-night chase through the shadowed si de- streets of cheery Carnival -- where neither the quarry nor the champions are quite what they seem‌
Oohhh…
Ohhh… ahhh…
That’s it, stain her… soil her from head to toe… I don’t want to see an in ch left clean !
Don’t stop, little piggies… not until I say so!
That’s right…
…keep goin g…
…goin g…
Gone! HaHaHaHaHa !
N… no…
Now you’re all dirtied up! Like a proper pig!
You like that blood, whore?
aaahhh!!!
You’ll have to do whatever I say. When I say it and the way I say it.
Which lan guage do you get “ yes” in ! Bu t one thin g I’d like to know is your nam e. Is that allowed ?
Gab riel. En chanté.
And now that you’re sure, you should know…
?!
…the slaughtered cop is my work.
“It’s on ce upon a tim e too many, Giustinian. It’s too hot, too cold, it’s just not right.”
It’s yesterday’s news. Nothin g for you to worry abou t.
Anyway, everyone believes the “official” version.
As for tonight’s revel ries, we removed all evi den ce. No girl,
A las, we couldn’t
no man, no cop,
avoi d the death of one
not a trace.
of your kin. I express the departm ent’s deepest
We found the
regrets.
families, too -- and their price. They won’t tell any stories.
Your cops know they can’t kill the Hunter, hmm?