HEY.
WHAT DO WE GOT? A FEMALE D.O.A. IN THE TRUNK OF AN ABANDONED CAR.
MID-20s. WHO CALLED IT IN?
- THIS GUY, WILLIAM KEHO. -WE'RE GONNA NEED TO TALK TO HIM.
ALL RIGHT.
HEY.
KEHO, THE DETECTIVES ARE GONNA NEED TO TALK TO YOU. YEAH, NO PROBLEM.
[ Sighs ]
- NO TRACKS, DECENTLY HEALTHY. - WE GOT LIGATURE MARKS OVER HERE.
- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON HER CHEST THERE? -IT LOOKS LIKE CANDLE WAX.
-SHE'S GOT BURNS ALL OVER HER BODY. -[ Officer ] DETECTIVES?
CAN I STOP HERE? I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN.
- YEAH, THAT'S FINE. M.E.'s BEEN NOTIFIED? - ON HIS WAY.
I'M DETECTIVE SIMONE. THIS IS DETECTIVE SIPOWICZ.
- BILL KEHO. I LIVE HERE. I OWN THE LOT. - YOU FIND THE BODY?
UH, THE MOOSE FOUND IT. I JUST OPENED THE TRUNK.
- THAT'S YOUR DOG, THE MOOSE? - MM-HMM.
- HOW LONG'S THE CAR BEEN ON THE LOT? -NO MORE THAN A COUPLE OF DAYS.
I WAS GONNA TAKE IT IN TODAY. I TAKE 'EM IN EVERY TUESDAY TO GET CRUSHED.
-YOU EVER TAKE A LOOK INSIDE THAT TRUNK THERE? -I TOOK THE SPARE OUT YESTERDAY.
THERE WAS NOTHING IN THE TRUNK THEN.
DID YOU SEE ANYONE STRANGE AROUND HERE SINCE THE TIME YOU OPENED THE TRUNK?
YES, I DID. THE MOOSE GOT HIS PAWS...
ON A SCUMMER LAST NIGHT THAT I THINK IS INVOLVED.
- WHAT HAPPENED, MR. KEHO? - 4:00 THIS MORNING,
THE MOOSE IS IN A BRAWL, AND I FIGURE,
UH, HE'S KICKING ANOTHER DOG'S ASS.
AND THEN I HEAR HIM CRYING. YOU KNOW, YELLING FOR ME.
SO I RUN OUT, AND I SEE HIM LYING ON THE GROUND,
AND SOME SON OF A BITCH IS PEELING OFF THE LOT,
HIS TIRES SPITTING MUD ALL OVER HIM.
THE PERSON IN THAT CAR THAT PEELED OFF...
COULD HAVE DEFINITELY PUT THE BODY IN THIS CAR'S TRUNK.
AND THAT'S WHAT THE MOOSE WAS AGITATING OVER.
ANY KIND OF LOOK AT THE CAR?
UH, WHITE FORD TAURUS. AND I GOT A LICENSE NUMBER.
I THINK THE SON OF A BITCH MUST'VE KICKED HIM.
THE VET SAYS HE HAS DEFINITE SORE RIBS.
- DID YOU GET A LOOK AT THE DRIVER? - NO. IT WAS PRETTY DARK.
THE MOOSE GOT A BETTER LOOK.
WELL, SINCE THE MOOSE TOOK A BEATING, WE'LL HOLD OFF ON HIS INTERVIEW FOR LATER.
- I'LL GET THAT PLATE NUMBER. - WHY DON'T YOU DO THAT, SIR?
THERE'S MAN'S BEST FRIEND, AND THERE'S MAN SPENDING TOO MUCH TIME...
WITH MAN'S BEST FRIEND. [ Chuckling ]
HEY, GREG. HIYA, JAMES. THINK GINA WILL GET A KICK OUT OF THESE?
I WAS LOOKING FOR THE ONES WITH GARFIELD.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, GREG, I THINK SHE WAS KIND OF HOPING,
WITH HER COMING BACK TO WORK, TO KEEP IT KIND OF LOW PROFILE.
AH.
I MEAN, MAYBE SHE'D ENJOY THESE.
YOU KNOW, YOU POINTED OUT. I'M SURE, UH, LOW-KEY WOULD BE HER PREFERENCE.
YEAH. I'LL-- I'LL POP THESE WITH SOMETHING.
- HI, GUYS. -HEY, JILL.
-FOR GINA, HUH? -YEAH. MY, UH, FURTHER THOUGHTS,
UH, I-I THINK THEY'RE A LITTLE MUCH.
GOOD MORNING. MORNING, LIEU.
MORNING, BOSS. [ Balloon Pops ]
THEY JUST TOOK THIS DOWNSTAIRS. D.O.A. IN A VACANT LOT, STANTON AND FORSYTH.
JAMES, LET ME SEE IF I CAN FIND SOME RUBBER BOOTS FOR US.
WE'RE GONNA BE WALKING THROUGH EVERYTHING UP TO BUBONIC PLAGUE.
MORNIN'. HI, BOBBY. HI, ANDY.
HEY. GINA'S BACK TODAY? MM-HMM.
FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, UH, HER SCAR'S PRETTY NOTICEABLE.
- JILL, IS THAT A SIX OR A FOUR THERE? - I HAVE NO IDEA.
- GOOD MORNING. -[ Martinez ] HEY, GINA.
WELCOME BACK, GINA. THANKS VERY MUCH.
GLAD YOU'RE BACK. HALF MY MESSAGES I'VE BEEN GETTING LOOK LIKE HIEROGLYPHICS.
- HOPE EVERYTHING'S GONNA WORK OUT. - WE ALL MISSED YOU HERE, GINA.
EVERYTHING'S GONNA WORK OUT JUST FINE.
-SEE, THAT'S ANOTHER HURDLE. -AT LEAST NOBODY DOVE FOR COVER.
AH, DON'T BE SILLY. LOOK AT ALL THE PRESENTS. A TOKEN OF PEOPLE'S FEELINGS.
- GREG EVEN HAD SOME BALLOONS WAITIN' FOR YOU. -REALLY?
[ Martinez ] I TOLD HIM YOU DIDN'T WANT TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT.
WELCOME BACK, GINA.
WE'RE ASSUMING THE D.O.A.'s ANTOINETTE TODD, 22.
HER BOYFRIEND REPORTED HER MISSING THREE DAYS AGO,
THE SAME TIME HE REPORTED HIS CAR STOLEN.
THIS BOYFRIEND'S CAR IS WHAT THE JUNKYARD OWNER SEES LAST NIGHT...
BEFORE HE FINDS THE GIRL'S BODY IN ANOTHER CAR THAT'S ABANDONED.
- YOU VERIFIED THE PLATE? - MM-HMM. WE FIGURE THE D.O.A....
GOT TAKEN FROM THE BOYFRIEND'S CAR IN THE JUNKYARD...
AND THEN PUT INTO ANOTHER CAR IN THE TRUNK.
- WHAT'S THE BOYFRIEND'S BACKGROUND? - B.C.I. SHOWS HIM CLEAN.
- WE GOT HIM COMING IN. - ANY REPORT FROM THE M.E.?
STRANGLED, RAPED, SODOMIZED AND SUFFERED MULTIPLE BURNS.
GOTTA LIKE THE BOYFRIEND FOR OPENERS.
LOOK AT THIS MUD. I CAN'T BELIEVE I LOST MY BOOTS.
WHAT DO WE GOT, DONNY? D.O.A.'s SIG JOHNSON.
LIVED IN A DOWNSTAIRS APARTMENT. THE WIFE FOUND HIM ON THE WAY TO WORK.
THAT'S HER ON THE LEFT.
- HE WASN'T ROBBED. - LOOK AT THIS, GREG.
HIS HEAD'S ALL FLATTENED, LIKE HE GOT HIT WITH A WALL.
YEAH.
WHO'S THAT WITH THE WIFE? NEIGHBOR.
[ Crying ]
MRS. JOHNSON, I'M DETECTIVE MARTINEZ. THIS IS DETECTIVE MEDAVOY.
WE'RE VERY SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS, MA'AM.
I'M CAROL BUONO. I LIVE ON FOUR.
IF YOU FEEL UP TO IT, WE'D LIKE TO ASK YOU A FEW QUESTIONS.
I WILL IF CAROL CAN STAY. SHE'S BEING A REAL FRIEND.
WHEN DID YOU SEE YOUR HUSBAND LAST?
UM, HE WENT OUT ABOUT 9:00 TO THE EMPEROR'S LOUNGE.
HE DID GO THERE FOR DRINKING, BUT LAST NIGHT,
HE WAS GOING ABOUT BUSINESS, AND HE WAS REALLY UPSET.
- DO YOU KNOW WHO HE HAD BUSINESS WITH? -[ Carol ] STYMPY POWELL.
OH, HE'S A TERRIBLE LITTLE MAN. HE LIVES AT THE BARS.
HE SOLD US AN AIR CONDITIONER, DISCOUNT.
AND I THINK HE FOUND IT IN THE TRASH, WRAPPED IT UP NEW.
I THINK SIG BOUGHT IT WHEN HE'D BEEN DRINKIN'.
HE WAS TRYING TO GET OUR MONEY BACK.
DO YOU HAVE AN ADDRESS ON THIS STYMPY POWELL?
YEAH. I WROTE IT ON THE FRIDGE.
I'LL JUST BE ONE MINUTE.
OKAY.
ACTUALLY, MRS. BUONO, DID YOU HEAR...
ANY KIND OF ARGUMENT IN THE LOT LAST NIGHT?
THERE'S-- THERE'S ALWAYS ARGUING ALL OVER THE BUILDING.
I MEAN, EVERY APARTMENT ERUPTS ONE TIME OR ANOTHER.
- THAT APPLIES TO YOUR APARTMENT ALSO? - OH, NO.
THERE'S-- THERE'S NO FIGHTING IN OUR APARTMENT. BUT THE OTHERS--
MAYBE IT WAS THE WEATHER.
- I WANT TO GO HELP HILDA. - ALL RIGHT.
WELL, IT WAS RAINING BUSES LAST NIGHT.
HEAT MAKES PEOPLE FIGHT, NOT COLD AND RAIN.
THEY SAY THAT'S, UH, WHY THE NORTHERN-DWELLING NATIONS...
GET SO MUCH ACCOMPLISHED.
- I'M LOOKING FOR DETECTIVE SIMONE. - I'M SIMONE.
TIM DOLAN. MY GIRLFRIEND'S MISSING, MY CAR WAS STOLEN.
-COME ON IN, TIM. - DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ANTOINETTE?
HAVE YOU FOUND MY CAR? WE CAN TALK IN HERE.
WHY DON'T YOU HAVE A SEAT?
WE NEED TO ASK YOU WHERE YOU WERE LAST NIGHT, TIM.
- IN MY APARTMENT. -ALL NIGHT?
YEAH. I'M SCARED OUT OF MY MIND HERE.
DID YOU FIND SOMETHING ABOUT ANTOINETTE?
TIM, A GIRL HAS BEEN FOUND DEAD WHO MATCHES ANTOINETTE'S DESCRIPTION.
- OH, MY GOD. - YEAH, THIS GIRL WAS STRANGLED.
THE GIRL WAS LEFT IN A JUNKYARD BY SOMEBODY DRIVING YOUR CAR.
MY CAR WAS STOLEN. I REPORTED THAT.
LET'S JUST MAKE SURE THIS IS ANTOINETTE.
OH, NO.
YOU WANT SOMETHING TO DRINK? [ Crying ]
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW ANTOINETTE?
UH, SATURDAY MORNING.
SHE TOOK MY CAR TO WORK. LOOK,
I PUT ALL THIS IN MY MISSING PERSONS REPORT.
DID YOU HEAR FROM HER AT ALL AFTER THAT?
YEAH. SHE CALLED FROM THE BAR. SHE, UH--
SHE SAID SHE'D BE HOME ON TIME-- THAT SHE WASN'T CLOSING.
DID ANTOINETTE SAY ANYTHING TO YOU RECENTLY ABOUT, UH,
PEOPLE THAT MAY HAVE BEEN BOTHERING HER AT THE BAR?
ANYONE SHE MIGHT HAVE HAD AN ARGUMENT WITH?
SHE TOLD ME THERE WAS A GUY THAT WAS BOTHERING HER A LITTLE.
SHE SAID HE WAS CREEPY, BUT...
SHE DIDN'T THINK HE MEANT ANY HARM.
ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE?
SHE SAID HE WAS, UM, SCRAGGLY AND HAD COKE-BOTTLE GLASSES,
LIKE AN R. CRUMB CARTOON GUY.
OH, MY GOD. I JUST-- I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S DEAD.
DID YOU KILL HER, TIM? WHA-- WHAT?
NO. [ Crying ]
HOW ABOUT TAKING IT EASY, HUH? I RECENTLY GOT MY GUTS KICKED IN.
HAZARDOUS OCCUPATION, HUH, STYMPY? SELLING BOGUS GOODS?
WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? WHEN DO I GET A CLUE WHAT I'M DOING HERE?
JAMES, RUN THIS FOR THE BOSS. I'M GONNA STOW STYMPY.
THIS GUY'S NAME IS STYMPY POWELL. D.O.A.'s WIFE SAYS HE'S A SKELL CON MAN.
SCAMMED THE D.O.A. ON AN AIR CONDITIONER.
WE'RE GONNA TALK TO HIM, SEE IF ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER.
E.S.U. COME UP WITH A MURDER WEAPON? NAH, THEY'RE STILL LOOKIN'.
HOW'S GINA SEEM TO BE ACCLIMATING?
SHE SEEMS TO BE DOING ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT. THANKS.
- BOYFRIEND'S STORY CHECK OUT? - YEAH, THE GUY WHO OWNED THAT GIN MILL...
SAID THAT HE REMEMBERED A GUY LIKE THE BOYFRIEND DESCRIBED...
THAT WAS HANGING AROUND THE D.O.A. WHEN SHE TENDED BAR.
COULDN'T PUT A NAME ON THE GUY, OR WAS HE IN LAST NIGHT,
BUT HE DEFINITELY REMEMBERED THE POP-BOTTLE GLASSES.
ALL RIGHT. YOU GOT A CONVERSATION IN THE COFFEE ROOM.
-WHAT, WITH THE BOYFRIEND AGAIN? -NO, WE PUT HIM UPSTAIRS.
A CRACKHEAD KID'S IN THERE.
UNIFORM COLLARED HIM USING YOUR D.O.A.'s CREDIT CARD TO BUY A VIDEO CAMERA.
JEREMY MUNK. KIRKENDALL RAN HIM THROUGH B.C.I.
TWO FOR POSSESSION, ONE FOR PUBLIC LEWDNESS.
DETECTIVE, THAT HENRY PERSON FROM YOUR APARTMENT BUILDING IN BROOKLYN...
CALLED AND SAYS HE'S ON HIS WAY OVER HERE. HE SAY WHAT ABOUT?
- I ASKED, BUT HE'S ALWAYS SO EXCITABLE. - OKAY, GINA. THANKS.
PROBABLY WANTS YOU TO REFINANCE THE BUILDING AND BUY HIM LOTTERY TICKETS.
I GOT HIM PAINTING A FOURTH-FLOOR APARTMENT. I GOT THIS OLD LADY ON RENT CONTROL.
SHE PAYS 134 A MONTH. SO THAT BUILDING'S A BIG WINNING PROPOSITION.
I'D LIKE TO GIVE IT TO DONALD TRUMP.
THANKS, JOSH.
STAND UP. [ Whistles ]
- WHOA, I'M BLIND. - SIT DOWN.
LOOK, I CAN EXPLAIN USING THAT CREDIT CARD.
- I FOUND IT, AND-- - FIGURED YOU'D BUY A VIDEO CAMERA.
WELL, I WAS GONNA TURN AROUND AND SELL IT, GET SOME MONEY FOR SOME GRUB.
IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE MY LAST MEAL.
YOU KNOW ANTOINETTE TODD? I NEVER HEARD OF HER.
I FOUND THAT CREDIT CARD ON THE STREET.
LOST MY JOB RECENTLY, AND I GOT EVICTED.
- IT'S ROUGH. - YOU EVER BEEN TO THE STARLIGHT LOUNGE?
- I DON'T BELIEVE SO. - SO, IF WE SHOW THIS PICTURE...
AROUND THAT BAR, NOBODY'S GONNA KNOW YOU?
UH, I'VE NEVER BEEN THERE. YOU A PERVERT, JEREMY?
GET OUTTA HERE. SAYS YOU TOOK A COLLAR HERE FOR DICKY WAVING.
I GOT DRUNK AND PISSED IN A PARK.
LOOK, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THIS GIRL. I FOUND THIS CARD.
DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU HOW? ABSOLUTELY.
WELL, I, UH-- I SLEEP IN THIS WINDOW LEDGE IN THIS BUILDING ON 9th.
AND, UH, EARLY THIS MORNING, THIS GUY COME OUT OF THE BUILDING ACROSS THE STREET,
AND HE'S HOLDING A BROWN PAPER BAG AND THIS GREEN FLANNEL.
HE'S ACTING LIKE A FREAK. YOU KNOW, LOOKING AROUND TO SEE IS HE BEING WATCHED.
SO, HE GOES DOWN THE STREET TO THIS TRASH CAN,
DUMPS THE BAG AND A SHIRT AND GOES BACK TO HIS BUILDING, STILL LOOKIN' AROUND.
SO, I, UH-- I CHECKED THE TRASH CAN...
AND FOUND A WALLET INSIDE THE BROWN BAG,
AND I-- I TOOK THE CARD.
LOOK, I KNOW I SHOULDN'T HAVE USED IT, BUT--
LOOK, I'M IN THIS CYCLE RIGHT NOW SMOKIN' AND GETTIN' CLEAN,
AND THEN WORKIN' AND GETTIN' FIRED AND GETTIN' EVICTED.
MAN, I JUST NEEDED SOME BREAD.
YOU REMEMBER WHAT THIS GUY LOOKED LIKE, THE ONE WHO DUMPED THE BAG?
- SURE. YEAH. - YOU'RE GONNA POINT OUT HIS BUILDING AND IDENTIFY HIM.
AND THEN MAYBE WE CAN ARRANGE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS OTHER--
- IF YOU'RE NOT LYING. - I WOULDN'T.
OH, YEAH, SHOW US THAT SIGN. NOW WE'RE REASSURED.
COME ON. WE'RE GOING NOW?
YEP. HERE WE GO, JEREMY.
SIMONE.
TWO MINUTES, HUH? I LIKE YOUR OPTIMISM.
ALL RIGHT, COME ON.
HOW'S IT GOING, HENRY? HOW'S IT GOING?
PAINTIN' THIS WOMAN'S PLACE COULD COST ME MY SANITY.
TWO HUNDRED FOR THE JOB. THERE'S NO RENEGOTIATING.
ADD A ZERO, IT STILL WOULDN'T BE ENOUGH.
THIS WOMAN'S LIKE A FANATIC KIBITZER.
PLUS, NOW YOU OPEN A BEACHHEAD, SHE'S GOT A "TO DO" LIST THE LENGTH OF MY ARM.
WELL, TELL HER YOU WERE ONLY HIRED FOR THE PAINT JOB.
YEAH, THEN I'LL JUST RUN OUTSIDE AND THROW UP INTO A 50-MILE-AN-HOUR WIND.
LOOK, HENRY, I'M WORKIN' HERE. SHE'S GOT ME FETCHING HER MAIL, BRINGING HER TEA.
IT'S AS BAD AS WITH MY MOTHER. LAY DOWN THE LAW TO HER.
YOU GOTTA DO THAT AS LANDLORD. "THESE ARE THE THINGS THAT HENRY DOES,
AND THESE HE'S IN NO WAY OBLIGED TO DO."
MAKE A LIST, HENRY, WHAT YOU'LL GO FOR AND WHAT YOU WON'T, OKAY?
WELL, THEN WE NEED TO SIT DOWN WITH HER,
AND WE NEED TO SETTLE IT. I'LL TRY TO GET OVER THERE TONIGHT.
WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT PHONE GIRL? LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE TOOK A CHISEL TO HER FACE.
ATTEMPTED RAPE. THE GUY CUT HER.
DON'T BE STUPID WALKING OUT.
THANKS FOR THE YELLOW FLAG. I'D INTENDED TO POINT AND LAUGH.
[ Sighs ] ANDY, YOU READY?
YEAH. COME ON.
THIS GUY'S IMPRESSED THEY GOT A FISH NAMED AFTER HIM.
YEAH, HUH? YEAH, IT'S A MONKFISH. MUNK'S MY LAST NAME.
SMALL WORLD. HERE YOU GO.
STYMPY, FAVOR US WITH THE DETAILS...
THE DISAGREEMENT YOU HAD WITH SIG JOHNSON...
OVER THE AIR CONDITIONER YOU SOLD HIM.
THAT UNIT WAS NOT FAULTY IN MY POSSESSION.
HEY, I'M NOT ACCOUNTABLE ONCE IT'S LEFT MY CONTROL.
OKAY. OKAY, WHAT WE NEED TO KNOW NOW...
IS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN YOU AND SIG JOHNSON LAST SAW EACH OTHER.
SIG JOHNSON LEFT THE BAR FOLLOWING KICKIN' MY ASS, UNJUSTLY.
- WHAT DID YOU DO AFTER THAT? - I DRAGGED MYSELF OUT OF THERE.
TO WHERE? I SAW A FRIEND.
YOU NEED TO GET SPECIFIC, STYMPY, SO WE CAN CHECK YOUR STORY.
WHY? YOU KNOW, I'M THE ONE...
SHOULD BE PUTTING THE COMPLAINT OUT ON SIG INSTEAD OF IT'S THE OTHER WAY AROUND.
SIG JOHNSON'S NOT MAKING NO COMPLAINTS, 'CAUSE HE'S PRESENTLY DEAD.
OH, NOT ME. I DIDN'T MURDER ANYBODY.
ALTERNATIVE-- YOU LEFT THE BAR, SIG FINDS YOU AGAIN IN THE STREET,
KEEPS BEATING ON YOU, YOU KILLED SIG DEFENDING YOURSELF.
- YOU WANT TO TRY IT THAT WAY? - I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT.
I LEFT THAT BAR BY MYSELF, AND THEN I WENT AND I SAW MY GIRLFRIEND.
-WHAT'S YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S NAME? - YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK TO HER.
- SHE'S A WHORE, SHE LIES-- - IS SHE YOUR ALIBI, STYMPY, OR NOT?
YEAH, I GUESS SO, FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE.
WHATEVER SHE SAYS, RELY ON MY WORD. I WAS THERE WITH HER.
PLUS, THE BLOOD ON MY PERSON WAS FROM MY OWN BODY.
YEAH. THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT'S GONNA BE A ROCK-SOLID ALIBI.
[ Jeremy ] AAH, MY STORY'S GOTTA BE BUILDING CREDIBILITY, RIGHT?
THAT BAG WAS RIGHT WHERE I TOLD YOU TO LOOK.
SHUT UP, JEREMY. CHECK THE BLOOD OUT ON THIS.
SEE? THAT'S THE GREEN FLANNEL SHIRT I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT.
OKAY. OKAY, THERE'S THE GUY. THE BIG NERD WITH THE GLASSES.
NOW, THIS IS THE GUY THAT YOU SAW DUMP THIS SHIRT AND THE WALLET?
YEAH, YEAH. HE GOT A SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT. BUT BELIEVE ME,
WITH THOSE GLASSES, IT'S NO DOUBT.
[ Sipowicz ] ALL RIGHT. YOU STAY PUT, JEREMY. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT MOVING.
- DID I HELP OR WHAT? - SHUT UP.
[ Mutters ]
HOW ARE YOU DOING? I'M WITH THE POLICE. WHAT DO YOU WANT?
WE GOT SOME QUESTIONS THAT WE NEED TO ASK YOU.
WE'D LIKE TO TAKE YOU DOWN TO THE STATION HOUSE.
MY NAME'S MEL LENTZ. UH, YOU SURE YOU GOT THE RIGHT PERSON?
WE KNOW WE NEED TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS THERE, MEL,
AND, UH, WE DON'T WANT TO DO IT OUT IN THE STREET, OKAY?
- I'M BUSY. - BUSY'S NOT AN OPTION, MEL.
YOU COME NICE AND EASY, OR YOU COME IN CUFFS.
WHY DON'T WE GET SOME TRANSPORTATION HERE FOR MEL? ALL RIGHT. THIS--
HEY, BOBBY, GET HIM! GET HIM! GET HIM!
GET UP AGAINST THAT WALL. 15th SQUAD TO CENTRAL "K."
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HAVE AVAILABLE "R" AND "P" RESPOND...
TO 9th STREET AND AVENUE "B" FOR TRANSPORT.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING, HUH? NICE AND EASY'S OUT NOW, MEL.
NOW YOU RIDE IN THE BRACELETS.
- THANKS. - ME AND MEL WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT HIS HAND.
- YEAH? HOW'D THAT HAPPEN? - I TRIPPED, FELL IN SOME GLASS.
IT LOOKS LIKE A DOG BITE.
SO WHAT IS IT I'M DOING HERE?
WE'RE INVESTIGATING A HOMICIDE. WE THINK YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP US.
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT ANY HOMICIDE. WHAT DO YOU MAKE OF THIS STUFF?
NOTHING.
YOU WERE SEEN THROWING THAT STUFF IN A TRASH CAN 8:00 THIS MORNING.
NO. YOU EVER SEEN THIS GIRL BEFORE?
- NO. -EVER BEEN TO THE STARLIGHT LOUNGE?
I COULDN'T SWEAR I WASN'T THERE, 'CAUSE I'VE BEEN A LOT OF PLACES.
I DON'T REMEMBER ALL THE NAMES. WHAT ABOUT THE KEHO JUNKYARD OFF OF DELANCY AND SUFFOLK?
- NO. - YOU WEREN'T THERE EARLY THIS MORNING?
- I GOT NO BUSINESS AT A JUNKYARD. - WHERE WERE YOU THIS MORNING?
- HOME. - WHO'S GONNA BACK THAT?
YOU GOTTA TAKE MY WORD. I LIVE ALONE.
WE GOT A WITNESS WHO PUTS YOU AT THE KEHO JUNKYARD AT ABOUT 4:00 THIS MORNING.
WE GOT ANOTHER PERSON WHO PUTS YOU DUMPING THESE POSSESSIONS...
THAT BELONGED TO ANTOINETTE TODD...
IN THE TRASH OUTSIDE OF YOUR APARTMENT ABOUT 8:00.
WE GOT YET ANOTHER PERSON WHO'S GONNA TESTIFY THAT YOU ARE...
A CUSTOMER AT THE STARLIGHT LOUNGE, WHERE YOU WERE KNOWN...
TO HARASS ANTOINETTE TODD.
THAT'S THE GIRL'S NAME? THE ONE THAT'S DEAD?
ARE YOU TRYING TO TOY WITH US? I'M JUST ASKING A QUESTION.
THE LONGER YOU PLAY STUPID HERE, THE LESS LIKELY YOU'RE GONNA GET OUT OF THIS ALIVE.
[ Chuckles ] FOR DOING WHAT?
YEAH, THAT'S THE WAY TO GO, MEL. JURIES LOVE THAT.
NO REMORSE AND INSULT THEIR INTELLIGENCE. THAT ALWAYS BRINGS ON LENIENCY.
THIS GUY'S GOT THE WORLD BY THE BALLS, ANDY.
[ Scoffs, Chuckles ]
- WHAT WAS THAT SMART-ASS NOISE YOU JUST MADE THERE, MEL? - NOTHING.
YEAH.
YOU MAKE THAT NOISE AGAIN, I WILL BREAK YOUR NOSE,
AND THEN YOU'LL BE MAKING THAT NOISE EVERY TIME YOU BREATHE.
GET UP.
I'M COMING. I DO OCCASIONAL 900 WORK ON THE TELEPHONE,
WHICH IS DEFENDED BY THE FIRST AMENDMENT, ALL RIGHT?
NOBODY'S HOOKING YOU UP FOR PROSS, MILLIE.
WE'RE WORKING A HOMICIDE INVESTIGATION.
-I DIDN'T KILL NOBODY. -TELL US WHO YOU SAW LAST NIGHT.
- NOT A SOUL. - YOU WERE ALONE ALL NIGHT?
STYMPY POWELL KILL SOMEBODY? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT?
IF HE'S USING ME FOR AN ALIBI, BESIDES A CROOK, HE'S A DUMB SON OF A BITCH.
AND SO, I SAY NO. HE DID NOT COME OVER LAST NIGHT.
WHAT ARE YOU IN A BEEF ABOUT? NOTHING, IF YOU DON'T MIND HIM BEING A THIEF.
IF HE STOLE FROM YOU, MILLIE, THEN FILE CHARGES ON STYMPY AND WE'LL COLLAR HIM.
HIM BEING AT YOUR PLACE LAST NIGHT, THAT'S SEPARATE.
AND WE NEED TO KNOW IF HE WAS. TELL IT STRAIGHT, MILLIE,
OR YOU'RE A COLLAR FOR IMPEDING A HOMICIDE INVESTIGATION.
THE LITTLE RAT CAME OVER.
HE WAS BEAT UP, SOAKED THROUGH. WHAT TIME?
A LITTLE AFTER 9:00. WAS IT, LIKE, 9:05 OR AS LATE AS 10:00?
IT WAS NOT PAST 9:15.
I WOULD BE MORE EXACT, BUT I COULDN'T GET TO A CLOCK...
BEFORE HE SPLIT WITH HALF OF MY COMPACT DISCS.
DID STYMPY SEEM NERVOUS, AGITATED?
HE WAS STYMPY, SO, YEAH, BOTH THOSE THINGS.
ALL RIGHT. THAT'S ALL I KNOW, ALL RIGHT?
IF ANYTHING I SAID HELPS HIM, THEN I WOULD LIKE TO PRESS SEPARATE CHARGES FOR THE CDs.
GREG, JAMES.
SIT STILL A MINUTE, WILL YA? [ Groans, Scoffs ]
HE'LL BE WHAT'S LEFT AFTER NUCLEAR WAR.
THAT HOOKER HAD THAT STYMPY POWELL WITH HER LAST NIGHT.
- BUT HE STILL COULD'VE HAD TIME TO DO THE MURDER. - YOU NEED TO RE-CANVASS.
E.S.U. FOUND A TYPEWRITER NEAR WHERE THE BODY WAS. THE BOTTOM OF THE TYPEWRITER...
WAS NEAR CAVED IN, AND THERE WAS BLOOD WHERE THE RAIN DIDN'T GET TO.
THEY'RE BRINGING THE TYPEWRITER UP TO THE SQUAD.
- OKAY, WE'LL GET RIGHT OVER THERE. - OKAY.
TYPEWRITER FOR A MURDER WEAPON. THAT'S FRESH.
MILLIE, ONE OF THE LATE-TOUR DETECTIVES IS GONNA TAKE YOUR REPORT.
THEN WE CAN PUT STYMPY IN THE SYSTEM FOR BOOSTING YOUR CDs OFF YOU.
NAH, DON'T COLLAR THE LITTLE CREEP.
NO, HUH? NO.
PUT SOMEBODY IN THE CELL DESERVES THE FREE FOOD.
HEY, MILLIE. WHAT?
DOES STYMPY HAVE A TYPEWRITER THAT YOU KNOW ABOUT?
YEAH. YEAH, HE WRITES BACK AND FORTH WITH ALL THE PRESIDENTS.
HE'S GOT A FAX MACHINE TOO. WHAT'S HIS NAME?
CLINTON FAXES HIM FOR ADVICE DAILY.
-[ Laughing ] - LET'S GO.
WE GOT ONE WITNESS THAT PUTS THE GUY WHERE THE D.O.A WAS TENDING BAR.
ANOTHER WITNESS SAW HIM DUMP THE GIRL'S EFFECTS ON THE STREET.
-THIS IS THE HOMELESS CRACKHEAD? -MM-HMM.
THIS GUY HAD A BITE ON HIS HAND THAT I WOULD PUT MONEY ON CAME FROM THE DOG...
THAT WAS GUARDING THE JUNKYARD WHERE THE D.O.A. WAS DUMPED.
- THE GRAND JURY WON'T INDICT. - [ Scoffs ]
HE HARASSES THIS GIRL AT HER PLACE OF WORK FOR TWO WEEKS.
THIS GUY, LENTZ, COINCIDENTALLY ENDS UP WITH THIS GIRL'S WALLET,
BUT THE GRAND JURY STILL WON'T INDICT?
IT'S ALL THIS EVIDENTIARY NONSENSE ABOUT DIRECTLY CONNECTING HIM TO THE CRIME.
WE GOT ENOUGH FOR A WARRANT ON HIS PLACE?
- I COULD DRESS IT UP ENOUGH TO GET YOU A WARRANT. - HOW COME WITH YOU, COHEN,
IT COMES OUT LIKE THE PRINCIPAL DOING US A FAVOR?
'CAUSE THE SCHOOL'S THE CONSTITUTION, SIPOWICZ, AND YOU'RE THE CLASS DUNCE.
[ Knocks ]
HEY, GREG, A MAN DOWNSTAIRS SAYS HE SAW THAT NEIGHBOR WOMAN,
MRS. BUONO, WAS NICE TO THE D.O.A.'s WIFE.
HE SAYS HE SAW MRS. BUONO OUT ON THE STOOP AT 4:00 THIS MORNING.
WE OUGHT TO ASK HER ABOUT THAT.
YEAH, WELL, SHE'S NOT INSIDE. UH--
NOTE SAYS, "FRANK, I'M WITH HILDA." THIS IS HER APARTMENT.
- WHAT'S GOING ON? - ARE YOU FRANK BUONO?
YEAH. I'M DETECTIVE MARTINEZ.
- THIS IS DETECTIVE MEDAVOY. - SOMETHING HAPPEN TO MY WIFE?
YOUR WIFE'S FINE. SHE'S DOWNSTAIRS.
WE'D LIKE TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS IF YOU GOT A MINUTE.
OKAY. I, UH--
I'D LIKE TO GET DOWN WITH MY WIFE AND MRS. JOHNSON, BEIN' HER HUSBAND DIED.
- ABSOLUTELY. - WHAT TIME DID YOU LEAVE THE BUILDING THIS MORNING?
- UH, 5:30. -DID YOU SEE ANYTHING UNUSUAL?
- NO. - WERE YOU AND YOUR WIFE HOME ALL NIGHT LAST NIGHT?
-EITHER OF YOU GO OUT AT ALL? - WE WERE HOME SINCE 7:00.
-AND YOU WERE HERE RIGHT THROUGH TILL THE MORNING? -YEAH.
IS THERE ANY POSSIBILITY THAT YOUR WIFE WENT OUT EARLY THIS MORNING...
WHILE YOU WERE STILL SLEEPING?
- I SLEEP BAD. I'D HAVE HEARD. -ONE OF YOUR NEIGHBORS SAID...
HE SAW YOUR WIFE OUTSIDE ON THE STOOP AT 4:00 WHEN HE WENT TO WORK.
- WHO SAID THAT? -HE FIGURED SHE'D BEEN OUT WALKING...
SINCE SHE WAS KNOCKING THE MUD OFF HER SHOES.
-I-I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS. -FRANK, WOULD YOU MIND COMING...
DOWN TO THE STATION HOUSE WITH US?
WE CAN CLEAR UP THESE DISCREPANCIES. I WANNA TALK TO MY WIFE.
MY PARTNER'LL RIDE WITH YOU DOWN TO THE STATION HOUSE.
-I'LL BRING YOUR WIFE MYSELF, OKAY? - THAT SOUND LIKE A PLAN?
YEAH. YEAH, SURE. OKAY.
HE'S MOSTLY QUIET. SOMETIMES YOU GET NOISES LATE.
WHAT TYPE OF NOISES? SEX NOISES... INVOLVED IN SEX.
YOU EVER GET A LOOK AT ANY OF THE WOMEN HE BRINGS OVER HERE?
NEVER ONE. BUT THIS UNIT'S GOT A BACKYARD ENTRANCE.
I GUESS THAT'S WHERE HE BRINGS 'EM IN.
UM, THAT'S TO THE BACKYARD. WE'LL CHECK IT OUT.
COULD YOU JUST STAND OVER HERE TO THE SIDE UNTIL WE FINISH?
LET'S GET CRIME SCENE IN HERE, HAVE 'EM PROCESS THE BED.
SEE WHAT THEY COME UP WITH.
AS NEAT AS THIS GUY IS THOUGH, I FIGURE HE'D WASH THE SHEETS...
IF HE DID HER HERE.
ANDY.
HE IS NEAT. THE TITLES ARE ALPHABETICALLY.
LOOK HERE. HERE'S HIS READING MATERIAL.
OH, A SPECIAL SECTION.
LUCKY TOP THREE.
BOBBY, ANDY, WE CAME UP WITH SOME KIND OF BLACK BAG ON THE TRASH CANS.
OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE. LOOKS LIKE A BODY BAG.
D.O.A.'s A BLONDE? 'CAUSE THERE'S BLONDE HAIRS IN THE BAG.
YEAH, SHE'S BLONDE. WHY DON'T YOU GET CRIME SCENE IN HERE?
YEAH.
- SO THAT'S THIS GUY'S ACT? - MM-HMM.
UNLESS HE'S SOME KIND OF STUDENT ON FEMALE BUTTOCKS.
DETECTIVE KIRKENDALL, 15th SQUAD.
WE NEED CRIME SCENE TO RESPOND TO 848 9th STREET. YEAH.
THE PLACE WAS WIPED CLEAN. THE BODY BAG...
THAT THEY FOUND ON THE TRASH CANS-- THAT WAS A CASKET COVER.
SO WE GOT THE LAB WORKING ON SOME BLONDE HAIRS THAT WERE CAUGHT IN THE ZIPPER.
IT'S GONNA TAKE A COUPLE WEEKS FOR D.N.A.
SUPPOSE THE HAIRS COME OUT THE D.O.A.'s?
BODY BAG'S NOT ON HIS PREMISES. ANY WAY TO PUT IT WITH LENTZ?
OKAY, WHAT ABOUT THE PORNO TAPES?
WELL, THIS GUY LENTZ, HE HAD SOME SHRINE TO HIS TOP THREE STARS.
ONE OF THEM-- I GUESS YOU COULD MAKE THE CASE-- RESEMBLES THE D.O.A.
-ANY CHANCE IT IS THE D.O.A.? - IT'S LIKE A RESEMBLANCE.
YOU'D NEVER MISTAKE 'EM FOR EACH OTHER.
MAYBE HE SAW HER AS A CLOSE ENOUGH SECOND.
- WELL-- -[ Door Opens ]
HAVE A SEAT.
THANKS. SURE.
YOU KNOW, I'M VERY WORRIED ABOUT MY HUSBAND.
I THINK YOU GOT BASIS FOR WORRY, MRS. BUONO.
SOMEONE IN YOUR FAMILY, I THINK, IS IN A DIFFICULT POSITION.
AND PLEASE BELIEVE ME, WE WANT TO GET THIS RESOLVED...
WITHOUT HURTIN' PEOPLE MORE THAN WE HAVE TO.
BEING HONEST WITH ME,
YOU THINK I SHOULD HAVE AN ATTORNEY PRESENT?
THAT DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU FEEL NEEDS CONCEALING, CAROL.
I DON'T WANT TO CONCEAL ANYTHING...
OR CAUSE MORE HURT.
I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. YEAH.
[ Gasps ] OH! [ Sobbing ]
OH, GOD.
WHAT CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS TYPEWRITER?
OH, GOD, FORGIVE US.
GOD, FORGIVE US.
YOU WANT GOD'S FORGIVENESS FOR YOU AND WHO ELSE?
HMM? I CAN'T SAY. I CAN'T.
WHEN WILL MY WIFE ARRIVE?
I'M NOT EXACTLY SURE ABOUT THAT, FRANK.
I'M RELUCTANT TO HAVE A CONVERSATION UNTIL I SEE HER.
- I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT. -THANKS.
- DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY WIFE IS? - FRANK, THIS TYPEWRITER SMASHED IN SIG JOHNSON'S HEAD.
MY PARTNER AND I GOT A BIG CONCERN ABOUT YOUR WIFE BEING OUTSIDE...
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, THE AREA WHERE THIS TYPEWRITER WAS FOUND.
SHE'S OUTSIDE WITHOUT EXPLANATION, 4:00 A.M.,
SEEN BY A WITNESS CLEANING MUD FROM HER SHOES.
WHAT WE'RE GONNA PURSUE IS THAT MUD...
FROM THE LOT WHERE YOUR NEIGHBOR'S BODY WAS FOUND.
SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, SO WILL YOU LEAVE HER ALONE?
WE CAN'T DO THAT UNTIL WE GET AN EXPLANATION.
FRANK, THE REASON WE'RE LOOKING TO YOU FOR HELP IS, UH,
HOW WOULD YOUR WIFE HAVE THE STRENGTH TO KILL SIG?
YOU KNOW, HOW HE DIED. AND YET, SHE WAS OUTSIDE AND SOMEHOW INVOLVED.
PROMISE ME SHE WON'T GO TO JAIL IF I TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED?
TELL US THE TRUTH, AND WE'LL SEE WHAT WE CAN DO TO HELP.
SHE JUST MOVED THE TYPEWRITER. THAT'S IT.
YOUR WIFE TOOK THE TYPEWRITER FROM THE LOT AROUND 4:00 THIS MORNING...
AND THREW IT IN THE DUMPSTER?
- THAT'S HER WHOLE INVOLVEMENT. - FRANK, WHY'D SHE MOVE THE TYPEWRITER?
I'M WHO THREW IT.
I KILLED SIG. OH, MY GOD!
[ Crying ]
WHY'D YOU DO IT, FRANK? SHE TYPES.
SHE TYPES TO HELP EXPENSES, BUT ONLY IF IT DON'T CUT IN, YOU KNOW?
BRIEFS FOR A LAW FIRM. BUT IF IT DON'T CUT IN.
COME HOME LAST NIGHT, 9:30, NO DINNER.
THERE'S NO DINNER ALL WEEK.
JUST TICK-TICK-TICK FROM HER TYPING.
DON'T EVEN KNOW I COME HOME. I LOST MY TEMPER. I LOST CONTROL.
I WANTED DINNER. AND LOOK UP AT LEAST WHEN I COME IN.
SO YOU THREW YOUR WIFE'S TYPEWRITER OUT THE WINDOW?
WE DON'T GOT A WINDOW.
I--
I WENT AND THREW IT OFF THE ROOF. [ Sobbing ]
THE DARK-- I NEVER EVEN KNEW I HIT SIG.
SHE DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS HURT UNTIL SHE SNUCK OUT TO BRING IT BACK IN,
HOPING IT WASN'T BUSTED TOO BAD.
SHE FINALLY CALLED AND TOLD ME THIS AFTERNOON.
SHE'S BEEN WITH HILDA ALL DAY. CONSCIENCE TEARING HER UP.
I'M SUCH AN ASSHOLE.
[ Sobbing ]
WE'RE GONNA TELL YOU HOW THINGS ARE, MEL, THEN YOU'LL DECIDE THE FUTURE DIRECTION.
- I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. - FIRST, WE PUT A MORATORIUM ON THE "I DIDN'T DO NOTHING,"
'CAUSE THAT PISSES MY PARTNER OFF, AND ALL OF US KNOW IT'S CRAP.
THAT CASKET CASING THAT YOU PUT ANTOINETTE'S BODY IN, MEL?
SOME OF HER HAIR GOT CAUGHT WHEN YOU ZIPPERED HER UP IN THAT.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. THAT'S FIRST COUSIN...
TO "I DIDN'T DO NOTHING," AND IT'S GONNA GET YOU STRUCK.
THERE WAS NOTHING INCRIMINATING ON MY PROPERTY. YOU WANNA BET YOUR LIFE...
THAT A JURY'S GONNA CARE IF IT WAS ON YOUR PROPERTY OR IN THE ALLEY JUST OFF OF IT?
I NEVER HURT ANYBODY IN MY LIFE. I NEVER EVEN GOT A SPEEDING TICKET.
WHY AM I GONNA KILL HER? THAT'S WHAT WE WERE WONDERING, MEL.
WHAT HATCHED YOUR SICK SELF FROM THE EGGSHELL?
TILL WE WENT TO YOUR APARTMENT AND SAW ALL THOSE LADIES YOU GOT LIVING THERE.
NO, I DON'T HAVE LADIES TO MY PLACE.
WHAT ABOUT, UH, CHRISTY DARLING?
YOU DON'T WHIP YOUR SKIPPY THINKING ABOUT...
WHAT YOU'D DO TO HER IF YOU SAW HER OUT ON THE STREET?
WHAT ABOUT CHANTAL MARMONT?
YOU SAW CHANTAL, YOU'D FOLLOW HER TO WORK, WOULDN'T YOU?
- I DON'T KNOW 'EM. -[ Paper Bag Rustling ]
SAY YOU SAW CANDACE CHAMPAGNE WAITING TABLES AT A BAR, MEL.
THAT WOULD GET A CHUBBY GOING, WOULDN'T IT?
I DON'T KNOW ANY OF THESE PEOPLE. CANDY CHAMPAGNE, MEL.
THIS IS THE PORN ACTRESS THAT'S ON HALF YOUR CLOSET WALL.
LOOKS LIKE SOME STUFF'S BEEN WASHED OFF HER PICTURE THERE, MEL.
WHAT TYPE FLUID WOULD THAT BE?
I DON'T KNOW HER, AND I'M A NORMAL GUY.
THAT ROOM WITH THE SHRINE TO THE PORN QUEENS, THAT LOOKED REAL NORMAL.
- THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH PORNOGRAPHY. - THEY MADE A MOVIE ABOUT THAT.
RIGHT?LARRY FLYNT? HE'S A BIG HERO.
- I HAPPEN TO BE NORMAL, ALL RIGHT? - MM-HMM.
- A NORMAL GUY WITH A MIDGET PECKER. - YOU WANT TO COMPARE?
YEAH, SURE, MEL. LET'S WHIP 'EM OUT HERE.
WE'LL ALL BENORMALTOGETHER. THIS GUY'S HALF A FAG.
WHOA, WHOA, ANDY. YOU'RE A NORMAL GUY THAT DOESN'T DEAL EASILY WITH WOMEN.
IS THAT MORE FAIR? I SATISFY MYSELF.
MEL SATISFYING HIMSELF. THAT'S WHAT GOT WASHED OFF ALL THESE PICTURES.
-YOU GET SCARED AROUND WOMEN? -I JUST DON'T-- I JUST DON'T HAVE A SMOOTH LINE.
[ Simone ] AND THAT'S FRUSTRATING, RIGHT? WORDS DON'T COME WHEN YOU WANT 'EM.
I JUST CAN'T, UM, YOU KNOW, SAY WHAT I'M FEELING.
MEL'S A TOTALLY NORMAL MAN-MUTE BEFORE HUMAN WOMEN.
NO, HE HIDES AT HOME, AND HE FLOGS HIS DUMMY TO PICTURES HE DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO.
I TRY TO MAKE MYSELF UNDERSTOOD. I AM A NORMAL PERSON!
SO, MEL, THIS GIRL REMINDED YOU OF CANDY? THE ONE YOU TALKED TO IN THE BAR?
HALF-BLIND GEEK. HE PROBABLY THOUGHT IT WAS THE SAME BROAD.
- I TRY TO MAKE MYSELF UNDERSTOOD. - HOW'D YOU DO THAT, MEL, HUH?
YOU JUMP ON THE TABLE, PULL OUT YOUR JOHNSON AND MAKE MONKEY SOUNDS?
- ANDY. - I TALK TO HER ONE PERSON TO ANOTHER.
AND WHEN SHE TOLD YOU TO GET LOST, YOU BURNED HER WITH WAX AND YOU STRANGLED HER.
- YEAH? I WOULDN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT. - WHOA, WHOA. ONE SECOND, MEL.
DON'T START WITH, "I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT," 'CAUSE THEN YOU'RE GONNA LOSE ME.
OKAY, I TRIED TO TALK TO HER REPEATEDLY AND POLITELY.
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND, BOBBY?
MEL WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE FRIENDS. I AM A NORMAL PERSON!
AND I TOLD HER THAT SHE RESEMBLED A FRIEND OF MINE, AND I TRIED TO TALK TO HER NORMALLY.
AND SHE TOLD YOU YOU'RE A HALF-BLIND GEEK,
AND SHE DON'T CARE WHO SHE LOOKED LIKE, AND WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE HER ALONE.
THEN I TRIED TO TALK TO HER POLITELY IN THE STREET, AND SHE MACED ME!
-AND SHE SCREAMED AT ME! - PROVOKING HIM IN THAT FASHION?
SCREAMING AND TRYING TO PROTECT HERSELF, YET PEOPLE CAN'T FATHOM...
WHY A WEAK-EYED, TINY-DICKED PERVERT LIKE MEL WOULD GO COMMITTING A MURDER.
OKAY! ALL RIGHT! I WANNA SAY THIS THE WAY THAT I WANNA SAY IT...
AND NOT THE WAY THAT HE MAKES IT SOUND!
IT'S YOUR STATEMENT, MEL. YOUR STATEMENT.
OKAY, I'M GONNA SAY THIS THE WAY THAT I WANT TO!
ALL RIGHT. PUT THE FACTS RIGHT DOWN HERE IN THE CONTEXT THAT YOU WANT 'EM SEEN.
THAT'S ANOTHER GREAT RIGHT WE GOT HERE. YEAH, GO AHEAD.
LET HIM PUT IT HOWEVER HE WANTS IT.
THIS COUNTRY-- I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO IT.
[ Door Slams ]
SO HOW'D IT GO TODAY, GINA? GOOD, LIEUTENANT.
- I FEEL REALLY LUCKY WORKING HERE. - YEAH? GOOD NIGHT.
- I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW. - YEAH.
- HEY, ALL DONE? - HEY, JAMES.
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
I GUESS I'M RELIEVED THAT THE FIRST SHIFT IS OVER, AND EVERYONE'S BEING SO NICE.
YEAH. I GOT SPECIFIC PLANS CARRYING THROUGH WITH THAT THIS EVENING.
I'LL MEET YOU OUTSIDE? YEAH. GIVE ME A HUNDRED-STEP HEAD START, ALL RIGHT?
[ Knocking ] YEAH?
HEY. HEY.
I'LL, UM-- I'LL MAKE US SPAGHETTI AND MEATBALLS.
I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG THIS BUILDING THING IS GONNA TAKE.
- I GOT HENRY, THIS OLD LADY. - I'LL MAKE THE MEATBALLS,
AND I'LL PUT THE WATER ON LOW FOR THE PASTA.
COUNSELOR GO OKAY?
YEAH, IT DID. DOUGIE'S REALLY TRYING HARD.
- BOSS PISSED OFF I TOOK THE LOST TIME? - NO, NOT AT ALL.
YOUR MOM SHOW UP? OH, SHE STILL HAS A COLD.
I THINK THAT COULD LAST A FEW YEARS.
I'M-I'M SO NERVOUS TALKING ABOUT IT WITH YOU, BOBBY. IT'S OKAY.
I'M NOT PRETENDING MY DAD DIDN'T DO WHAT HE DID, OR THE FAMILY PROBLEMS.
I JUST DON'T WANT IT TO BE ALL WE TALK ABOUT.
YOU REALLY RUN YOUR MOUTH. I THINK YOU TALKED ABOUT IT, LIKE, A TOTAL OF FIVE MINUTES.
IF YOU HAD TO GUESS ABOUT THE BUILDING, WHAT DO YOU THINK, A COUPLE HOURS?
IF IT'S MORE THAN A COUPLE HOURS, I WANT YOU OVER THERE WITH A GUN.
I'VE NEVER BEEN SO INVOLVED WITH MY COOKING.
THIS-- [ Sighs ]
THIS BROADENING OUT THE BASE OF OUR RELATIONSHIP IS ROUGH.
ALTHOUGH THE COUNSELOR SAYS I'VE ALSO GOT...
THESE REGRESSED INFANTILE NEEDS FOR IMMEDIATE GRATIFICATION,
AND I SHOULDN'T FEEL BAD ABOUT MY IMPULSES TO INTIMACY.
SO IT MIGHT BE GOOD FOR ME TO BANG YOU IN THE SHOWER RIGHT NOW.
WHY DON'T WE TRY TO STAY EMPLOYED?
AND, UH, LET ME SEE TO THIS BUILDING THING.
THAT'S ONE WAY TO STAY DRY.
I'LL SEE YOU IN A WHILE. MM-HMM.
DON'T LET HER GET YOU DEFENSIVE OR TAKE THE UPPER HAND.
ALL RIGHT. AND DON'T BE MISLEAD BY HER SIZE.
HENRY, I'VE DEALT WITH HER BEFORE, ALL RIGHT?
[ Buzzing ] [ Woman ] WHO IS IT?
IT'S BOBBY SIMONE.
- EVENING, MRS. MURPHY. - WHAT?
REMEMBER, WE SAID WE WERE GONNA COME OVER AND TALK TO YOU?
AND I'D LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT WHAT. CAN WE COME IN?
CONCERNING WHAT SUBJECT? SEE THIS, SIMONE?
THIS IS HER HAND. THIS IS YOURS.
PAINTING IS, UH, COMING ALONG PRETTY GOOD HERE.
HENRY'S DOING A GOOD JOB. WHAT WALLS ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
- CHRONIC AND TYPICAL, THAT TYPE OF COMMENT. - WHAT WAS THAT?
NOTHING, EDIE. SAYING WHAT A PLEASURE YOU ARE TO WORK FOR.
YOU CAN SEE THE END OF EVERY BRUSHSTROKE.
THE SURFACE OF THESE WALLS LOOK LIKE A WORLD WAR I BATTLEFIELD.
I NEVER SAID I WAS MICHELANGELO.
- WHAT DID HE SAY? - HENRY WAS SAYING HE'S DOING THE BEST THAT HE CAN.
AND I WOULD SAY TO MY STUDENTS, "A POOR THING IT IS."
THIS WOMAN NEEDS A BEATING. NOW, YOU AND I HAD AN AGREEMENT.
I WOULD WITHDRAW MY GRIEVANCE WITH THE RENT CONTROL BOARD,
ONLY ON THE CONDITION THAT THIS PLACE WOULD BE PAINTED.
HE'S PAINTING, MRS. MURPHY. [ Laughs ]
- HE'S WASTING PAINT. - BRING HER TEA, BRING HER MAIL.
I'M LIKE CUSTER AT LITTLE BIGHORN!
BREAKS OPEN MY MAILBOX RATHER THAN CLIMB THE FLIGHT FOR MY KEY.
- SOMEONE ELSE DID THAT, EDITH. - MALARKEY.
WHAT WAS I AFTER, COUPONS FROM PAYLESS?
I GOT YOUR NOTE ABOUT THE MAILBOX, AND I'M DEFINITELY GONNA GET TO THAT.
MEANWHILE, I WAS THE ONE THAT ASKED HENRY TO LOOK OUT FOR THE POSTMAN.
BRING THE MAIL UP TO YOU SO IT WOULDN'T JUST SIT THERE IN AN OPEN BOX.
LOOK AT THOSE BRUSHSTROKES. THEY LOOK LIKE TIRE TRACKS.
ALL RIGHT. UH, YOU KNOW WHAT? I WORK A LATE TOUR ON THURSDAY.
I'LL COME AROUND THURSDAY MORNING. I'LL FINISH THE JOB MYSELF.
[ Laughs ] OH, I HOPE IT WASN'T YOU WHO DID THE HALLWAYS.
- NO, MA'AM. - I PAINTED THESE HALLWAYS,
EDITH, WHEN THIS WAS MY MOTHER'S BUILDING.
THEY'RE A DECENT JOB. SO IS THIS HERE. AND YOU'RE AN UNGRATEFUL BIDDY!
- HENRY-- - YOU'RE A LAYABOUT.
- COME ON NOW, MRS. MURPHY. - NOT UP TO HIS POTENTIAL.
-CORRECT HIMSELF NOW OR BE READY FOR RUIN. - WHEN YOU TAUGHT, EDITH,
STUDENTS VOTE YOU MOST LIKELY TO COME BACK IN OUR NIGHTMARES?
HEY!
IF YOU'VE COME HERE TO SAY HE'S QUIT, SAY SO AND GO.
- I DON'T NEED A LONG PREAMBLE. - HENRY IS NOT LOOKING TO QUIT, MRS. MURPHY.
HE WANTS AN UNDERSTANDING WHAT HIS RESPONSIBILITIES ARE.
- AIM FOR COMPETENCE! - THIS IS HOPELESS.
DOES HE WANT APPRECIATIONS FOR HIS WORK AND HIS COMPANY?
I DON'T ANNOUNCE THAT AT THE TOLLING OF EACH HOUR.
HE WILL HAVE TO LOOK ELSEWHERE FOR THAT.
BUT YOU DO APPRECIATE...
WHAT HENRY'S DOING FOR YOU, DON'T YOU, MRS. MURPHY?
HE WILL HAVE TO LOOK ELSEWHERE FOR THAT-- SAYING IT EVERY HOUR.
I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A CESSNA SPELLING "THANK YOU" IN THE SKY, EDITH.
-JUST TRY NOT TO BREAK MY BALLS. -THERE'S NO GUTTER HERE.
WON'T BE TOLERATED IN THESE ROOMS-- BRINGING IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE STREET.
- NOW I'LL HAVE TO CLEAN THE ERASERS. -BUT YOU ARE WILLING...
TO HAVE HENRY FINISH THIS JOB, RIGHT, BECAUSE I'M PAYING HIM TO DO IT?
WELL, YES!
[ Scoffs, Clicks Tongue ]
I'M SAYING ONCE,
I'M GRATEFUL BOTH THE LABOR AND THE COMPANY.
- WHAT DID SHE SAY? - WHAT?
N-NOTHING, EDITH. I'LL BE HAPPY TO FINISH THE JOB.
- ALL RIGHT, THEN. - GOOD,
'CAUSE I SWORE THAT I WAS PAINTING ON THURSDAY.
WELL, MY ARTHRITIS ISN'T TOO BAD.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOR A POT OF TEA?
SURE. THAT'D BE NICE. GOOD. SIT.
HER TEA STINKS.