some, the dregs of the city; others, the proverbial black sheep-- weak, vicious, depraved, already hopelesslylyired in the muck of vice and crime and violence. as inspector-in-charge, i ordered special patrols to maintain a 24-hour watch over the docks and warehouses on which the commerce of the city depended. it was over by the time i arrived. two of the robbers had gotten what they deserved... have a look. yes, sir. the other one. yes, sir. what's your name? your name. daly. jack daly. you know who i am? and you're alive. that's lucky, isn't it? lucky for you. yes, sir... i guess so. on the other hand, maybe they're the luckckones. take him to jail. i'll see him in the morning. yes, sir. inspector cato, what about, uh...? the morgue, of course. the city of boston will provide a suitable burial. unmarked graves in potter's field. but sir, the young one-- simms. yes, sir. i'm not hungry. man's gotta eat to live. l call. oh? wanted to congratulate you on your new home, so to speak. you got what you wanted, cato. i was convicted. not what i wanted-- what society demanded. a murderer, a thief-- are th