El Bombom

GORDON: You know, a hatchet is a clumsy ploy.
You wouldn't try it unless you were desperate.
Which suggests you're protecting someone close.
Someone you love.
This fantasia was conjured in your blinkered mind.
If you could only see what I see (door opens) Hi, Jerome.
Please.
Take a seat.
You know Mr.
Cicero, from the show.
Yes, sir.
Hello, Mr.
Cicero.
Good evening, Jerome.
Do you know why you're here? Did you find out who killed my mother? You killed your mother, Jerome.
Me? You killed her up on that hill and Mr.
Cicero let you clean up in his trailer.
He told you to scratch the Satanist stuff on the hatchet and throw it off the bridge.
Sir, that's absurd and - and offensive.
- But it's the truth.
What I don't know is why this man risked so much to help you.
I think he's your father.
JEROME: You don't know what you're talking about.
My father was a sea captain.
GORDON: Am I wrong, Mr.
Cicero? Yes.
He was a sea captain.
His name was Sven Karlsen.
He died at sea.
What was the name of his ship? He worked on a lot of different ships.
The one he went down in.
She never said.
We can do a blood test to prove I'm right.
It takes only half an hour to get a foolproof result.
Isn't that right, Dr.
Thompkins? Yes.
Save yourself a needle.
I do hate needles.