As promised, here are all the other endings:
Showing mercy to Zelig.
Jack's bestowal arrived and my debt collectors were satisfied for the time being. Amos Zelig was picked up by the police, after an anonymous tip told them what lay in his Upper East Side appartment. Then I received a visitor...
You're JOKING.
I told you I'd be back.
I attacked HIM?
That's what he's saying. Held him against the balcony and threatened to throw him off?
He had a GUN.
That nobody can find...
What about mrs Lauder?
Yeah, what ABOUT mrs Lauder? It's a mighty strony coincidence that that particular body was found at the scene, eh?
It wasn't like that! Amos Zelig is a murderer! A lowlife!
Sure he is. And I'm sure you have witnesses to back you up on this?
... I can explain everything.
I bet you can. Come with me and you can 'explain' down at the station.
I don't believe this...
It just proves the old axiom right. "No good deed goes unpunished". Jack's money should cover my legal fees, I just hope there's some left over when this is finished
Now, we show mercy to DeMarco:
The train clattered off into the flickering distance, and Joe DeMarco remained unconcious, but alive.
Perhaps you still have some purpose to fill. I've done all I can, the rest is up to God.
We know what happens here.
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Why do you want to do this, Rabbi Zelig?
When suddenly...
JOE EX MACHINA.
ZELIG! You! You son of a...
DeMarco, you IDIOT! It's not enough you bungle your assignment. You show up HERE? Did anyone follow you?
I want my money!
You want what you deserve? Fine.
What? Are you going to say he didn't deserve it?
I took a quick glance at Rajshree. I couldn't help but think a close call had been made.
He certainly served his purpose.
Now move, all this bloodshed sickens me
Short-term memory evil rabbi ftw.
Now, we throw him off:
He didn't utter a sound. He merely looked at me with that knowing smirk on his face. Then he disappeared into the cold, Manhattan skyline
She looked at me with downcast eyes. I quickly untied her.
So it's over?
It's over, mrs Lauder. Your husband's murdered is dead.
That was... How did... how did you do that?
It had to be done. Let's go.
Rabbi Stone... Nobody knows this happened, the police don't know we're here. I don't want to be questioned about this. And I think... I think... I think you need to stay away from me. Whatever you felt you needed to do, it's done, there's no changing it. I appreciate all you've done, but there's a darkness in you (AN ECHO IN THE FORCE @_@ ) that I just don't want in my life. Jack wouldn't want it, and neither do I.
I understand, let's get going.
And the ending is the same as throwing him over without letting Joe go.
Let's knock the old git out.
Her eyes shined with relief. I quickly untied her.
So it's over?
It's over mrs Lauder. We'll leave Rabbi Zelig for the police.
You're... you're hurt! You're bleeding all over!
It'll be okay, mrs Lauder.
Okay? You were SHOT
It's all right. Let's just get out of here.
Well, all right. If you say so. Are you SURE you are okay?
I'm fine, mrs Lauder.
Call me Raj, please. After all this, I think you deserve it. But we're going to the hospital, and no argument.
... Sure
Happy rabbi is happy ^____^
The weeks sped by. Jack's bestowal arrived in the mail, and I was able to appease all my debts. Thanks to an anonymous tip, the police picked up Amos Zelig before he regained conciousness. He even tried to tell them that I attacked him, but thankfully, Rajshree testified on my behalf. Back to the grind. Another week, another Shabbos. Debts still pile up, but it won't be a problem as long as Jack's money holds. After that... it's best not to think about it.
Is it only in the aftermath of pain that we're justified in questioning God's fairness? Just how much pain must occur to legitimately raise the question "Why do bad things happen to good people?".
Just how much pain...
Then it hit me
God might not seem fair, we may not always feel connected to him. That is, we may feel lonely, and often do. Yet, the underlying reality of our lives is that we're ALWAYS connected, whether we feel it or not. Whether we accept it or deny it, the connection is there. And since we're connected, we're responsible. Battling for goodness is how we give our lives meaning. Maybe there are no answers, ultimately, we may never find that elusive truth. Yet ultimately, we may find something else: meaning, significance and fulfillment.
And now for some random screens of Rabbi Stone dying...
To Joe DeMarco:
The sharp pinprick of metal tore into my ribs like butter. I had no time to even cry out before everything turned black. They say that your life passes before your eyes. All I could see was Joe's leering face, laughing at me as he drove the blade home. As my body lay cooling on the concrete subway platform, I couldn't help but wonder... what if I could go back and do that again? Was this death inevitable? As a rabbi, didn't I have an advantage over a mere street punk? I guess I'll never know.
To Zelig's gun:
Holy... you shot her!
What? You're surprised? I gave you ample warning. So are you going to jump? Or am I going to shoot you too? I warn you, I won't make your death as quick as hers.
You'll never get away with this!
Stone, you're in no position to argue with me. This gun? Untraceable, I'll say it's yours. And with your troubled financial situation and your synagogue in tatters... I doubt the police would question your actions too strongly.
You vile, murdering lowlife! You can go to...
I just had the carpet cleaned, too.
I had solved the case, but at the cost of my life. Zelig was a detestable man, but he would go on living. As for me, I couldn't help but wonder... What if I could go back and do that again? A man like that shouldn't be allowed to walk the streets, let alone run a synagogue. I guess I'll never know
To Zelig's balcony:
They say a man's life passes before his eyes at times like these. But all I could see were the high-rises of Manhattan, crowding themselves around me like a concrete womb. The harsh, unyielding pavement comes ever closer, and I couldn't help but wonder... why did I jump? Why did I choose suicide over doing the honorable thing? I guess I'll never know...
To Zelig's Jew-jitsu:
There you have it. Do you have anything further to say before your death, Stone?
Is there anything TO say?
A rabbi to the end... good bye, Stone!
They say a man's life passes before his eyes at times like these. But all I could see were the high-rises of Manhattan, crowding themselves around me like a concrete womb. The harsh, unyielding pavement comes ever closer, and I couldn't help but wonder... Did I honestly try as hard as I could? I fought him. I stood up to him. I did the honorable thing. Yet, I failed. Was this outcome inevitable? I guess I'll never know