All language subtitles for Episode 02 Torah! Torah! Torah!

I'm sorry that didn't
work out yesterday,
us having you over.

Hey, it's all right.
Sylvia okay?

Yeah. We're just not,
a hundred percent certain
with a certain thing.

Yeah.

Well, it broke the ice
between me and Diane,
you know, just you inviting us.

Yeah?
Yeah, I mean,
we had dinner anyways.

How'd that go?
Good.

What do we got?

D.O.A.'s a female, mid-30s--
Jennifer Wuthrich.

Multiple stab wounds
in the upper torso.
Anyone see anything?

She lived here with her
parents and one brother.
Brother's retarded.

Parents go away
over the weekend,
get back this morning.

Brother's sitting
in the apartment
covered with blood.

He give up a statement?
Says he was asleep.

While his sister
got murdered.

Ready?

Mr. Wuthrich?
I'm Detective Simone.

This is Detective Sipowicz.
We'd like to talk
to you for a minute.

Hey, now look. My wife
is pretty upset. Do you
have to talk to her too?

Sir, if you can give us
a few details right now,
we think that'll be all right.

Just tell us what happened
when you got home this morning.

Frank was in with Jenny.

He's mentally retarded.

He was shakin' her.
He said he was trying
to wake her up.

Did he have a weapon?
I didn't see one.

He should've been in a
home. He belongs in a

care facility. We
couldn't take care of him.

Sir, has he ever tried
to hurt anybody before
in the family?

He's gone after
a few people.

He couldn't hold down a job
because he always
gets into fights.

They had him
on medication for it.
All the good it did him.

We have to talk to your son,
Mr. Wuthrich.

Frank?

- Frank.
- We're detectives, Frank.

We need to talk about
what happened to your sister.

- She's dead.
- Yeah. We need
to talk about that.

- Don't I need a lawyer?
- I told ya.
You don't need a lawyer.

Frank, we're just gonna
find you a change of clothes
and get you washed up.

And then we'll take you
down to the station house

so we can talk about
what happened. All right?

I guess I don't need a lawyer.

Detectives.

Joshua Astrachan,
Community Affairs.
Detective Russell.

Greg Medavoy.
Thanks for coming down.

It's a small concern. I did ask
for two male detectives.

Detective Russell and I
are the ones that caught this.

Not a problem. Just don't
try to shake their hands.

The Hasidim aren't crazy
about touching women.

How lovely.
And if you could,
hang back a little.

Let your partner
take the lead.
You got it.

Rabbi, these detectives
are here to investigate
the theft of the Torah.

Are you acquainted
with the rituals
of the Jewish faith, Detective?

Just very generally.

This morning,
the Medzhibozh Torah
was taken from our synagogue.

- -
- The Medzhibozh Torah...

came to this country
60 years ago during
the exodus from Poland.

It is said that the great
rabbinic and mystical

scholar, Rebbe Pinchas
of Koretz himself,

read the Torah
with the Besht himself
in a shtibl outside Medzhibozh.

They-- They say that?

In terms of
the present-day theft,

has there been anybody
in the building recently
who isn't usually here?

Cleaning service,
deliverymen, such like?

- We had an exterminator
here last week.
--

Also there's a caterer,
but he comes every week.

Okay. If you could give me
their names and addresses,

that would--
that would be a big help.

I'll send a print car by.
We'll dust the place.

But being candid, gentlemen,
I wouldn't put much faith
in physical evidence.

If there's gonna be a break
in this, it's most likely
to come from you all.

We're not detectives,
Detective.

He means someone may call
to sell it back, and that
would give us a lead.

I see.

Is it okay if I said that?

Hey, Donna.
Hey.

Did you happen to see
Detective Martinez today?

Yeah. Looks like
he's gonna be all right.
He's got a lot of feeling back.

That's terrific.
Yeah.

You think he might be up
for some casual visitors?
I'm gonna later on.

- Well, but you're like family.
- No, I'm not family.

I'm, just a concerned
fellow detective.

Both of us know what went on
in that apartment.

- I didn't do it.
- You killed your wife.

Beating me isn't going
to make me say it.

You're gonna say it, pal.
You're gonna give it up.
Trust me.

Detective Morrisey,
could I talk to you
in my office, please?

Yeah.

That's like--
You paid two bucks for milk.

Greg, come on.
Leave me alone.

I thought, Morrisey was
working 4:00-to-12:00's?

He had a suspect in
for an interview.

Again?

That has to stop.
What are we talking about?

I'm talking about that guy
looking like he just went
with Mike Tyson.

That guy just killed
his wife, Lieutenant.
I'm not saying he didn't.

Guy admits he kicked
his wife's door down,
admits he beat her up.

- Next morning,
they find her dead.
- Guy's stood three interviews.

I don't want to see him
back in here unless you got
another card to play.

- Like what?
- I don't know, Stu.

Go back through the 61's.
Check with Homicide.

You mean, look for a pattern?
This is a wife murder.

Did I make myself clear?

Now, I don't want
to see him in here
unless you got new evidence.

Yeah, right. Let me
go look for a pattern.

That's the D O. A.'s brother,
Lieu. The parents come home.

They found him standing
next to the dead girl.
He had blood all over him.

- Did he give it up?
- The guy's retarded.

He's wondering whether
he should have a lawyer.
His father's waiving his rights.

If his father says it's okay,
go ahead and talk to him.
Yeah?

Yeah.

Mr. Wuthrich, we're gonna
go ahead and talk to Frank now
about what happened.

Would you like
to be in there?
No.

Okay. Come on, Frank.
Donna, we'll be in 1.

All right, Detective.

Sit down, Frank. Here.

We know this is hard
for you, Frank.

We know how, sad
you must feel
about your sister.

I'm sad about her.
But we have to clear up
what happened.

I-- I don't know.

Did you ever have
any kind of disagreements
with Jennifer, Frank?

- The television.
- You'd disagree
with her about that?

Watching television,
watching which programs.

She got to watch
Jerry Springer,

so, I just
went to sleep.

- This was last night?
--

Then you must've
went to sleep angry.
No. No, I just went to sleep.

Your dad says that you got
pretty much of a temper
on you there sometimes.

Sometimes I think
my dad doesn't like me.

-He says you
lost your job because you
kept on getting into fights.

No. No, no. That was at work.
That was at the bakery.

I tried to do a good job.

Every day, Jenny gave me
a pencil to take to work...

so I could-- I could
write things down.

And then those guys--
those guys--
They would break them,

supposedly by accident,
every day.

That made you mad?

Frank, you ever
get mad at Jenny,
like those guys at work?

Jenny gave me pencils.
Yeah, but like with this
Jerry Springer thing--

- You had a disagreement
there, right?
- I don't know.

Because that happens
sometimes.

I mean, people make us upset,
and then we do things
that we didn't mean to do.

We had a fight,
and then I went to sleep.

Frank, look. I know
you loved your sister.

- -
- But in this instance here,
you had a disagreement.

Over what program to watch.
Right.

Somebody killed Jenny, Frank.

Maybe this person
didn't mean to.
Maybe he was upset,

and it was the last thing
in the world
that he wanted to do.

My sister's dead now.

And I know how bad
you feel about that.

- But listen, Frank,
if you did it---

- I know you didn't mean to.
- I wouldn't hurt Jenny.

I would've tried
to protect her.

I tried. I tried!
I tried when I woke up!

Frank, no one was
in that apartment but you.

Did you hurt your sister,
without meaning to,
with losing your temper and all?

- No, no.
- You didn't hurt Jenny?

- I would never hurt Jenny.
- Somebody took a knife
and killed her.

- Well, I didn't do it!
- Where's the weapon, Frank?

I would want Jenny alive.

I don't want to talk
to you now.

You don't talk to us,
then we're gonna have
to put you in the cell here.

Okay, I'll go in the cell.
I don't want to talk to you.

He ain't gonna go
without something specific.

I'm gonna check with E. S. U.,
see where they are
on this weapons search.

Hey, Sylvia.
Hi, Bobby.

Excuse me.
How's it going?

I took the test.

You were gonna
take it tonight.
I changed my mind.

How was the result?

I'm pregnant, Andy.

You're pregnant?

I think we should be discreet
about this for now.

Yeah, sure.

Those tests are
pretty accurate.
I'm pregnant.

I wanted you to know
as soon as I did.

I mean, I took
the test myself 'cause--

Well, suddenly
I just had to.

But then I wanted you
to know right away.
I understand completely.

And now I feel
about 85% insane.

Well, that could be part
of the entire process.

I have to go.
What, you're
going to work?

Well, yes, Andy.

I am an assistant
district attorney.
I'm going to my office.

Good, then, if you feel
that's a good idea.
Yes.

Congratulations.

Andy?

E.S.U.'s got nothing, man.
Lieu-- He wants us
to talk to the mother.

She's seeing to the daughter's
funeral arrangement.
Talk to us around 3:00.

Also, he wants us to reach out
to the bakery manager
where the kid used to work.

Good. Get the background.
Yeah, yeah.

Get as much background as
we can before we go to bat again.

Good.

- I'll go bring the father
up to speed then.-

We went with
that determination--
that other thing.

What are we talking
about here, Andy?

The test results were positive.
That home urine test?

Andy, Sylvia's pregnant?

I'm not supposed to
discuss it-- any details.

That's great, man.
That's wonderful!
Yeah.

She feels we should
be discreet.
Yeah. Absolutely. Sure.

Yeah, thanks very much.
Yeah.

We'll go talk
to this guy.
Yeah.

Hey!
What's goin' on?

Why'd you call my wife?

We're gonna talk to her,
Mr. Wuthrich,
and your son's employer.

What the hell for?
She's trying to make
funeral arrangements.

Your son's denying
he was involved.

For God's sake. He was up
to his elbows in her blood.

Sir, your son is still our
primary suspect. Now we see that
he won't confess right away,

so before we reinterview him,
we're gonna want as much
information as possible.

He must've stabbed her
with a kitchen knife.

Emergency Services is
looking for the weapon.

They're going through
garbage cans and incinerators
on your block.

If we get something specific,
we can go back at Frank.

Well, in the meantime, he's
gonna come home with me?
No.

We're gonna take him
over to Bellevue,
have a psychiatric evaluation.

That way he's
off the streets.
All right. All right.

When we get more
information, we'll talk to him again.

Yeah. Yeah, I see.

You should go home now, sir.
We'll contact you
in a few hours.

Why don't you let us do our job,
all right, Mr. Wuthrich?

You like to see Frank
before you go?

No.

I'll call Homicide.
Yeah.

How's it going, guys?
Yeah, how's it going,
Morrisey?

- Your Greek give it up yet?
- No, I got a whole new tact
I'm taking.

Checking these files
looking for a pattern.

'Cause you never know
what's out there.
Am I right?

'Cause I know this Greek
killed his wife,

but Fancy don't wanna
let that get in my way
of exploring other options.

You just spat twice
on my shirt.
Well, I'm sorry.

These are the file folders
on female stabbings?

Just picked them up.

- You mind if we take a look?
- Look all you want.
Make our boss happy.

So we think this kid did it?

Yeah, he probably did it.
I'm not a hundred percent.

Yeah, 'cause the father
sure thinks he did it.

You don't know
how to go at a kid like that
with the interview.

- Yeah.
- You don't know
what's in their mind.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

How's it going?
Good.

I'm gonna take a leak.

You available?
For what?

We're digging through
all this stuff
on female stabbings.

All right. If that's
your best offer.

Andy.

So, um, nothing to go back on
with that Wuthrich kid?

Nothing yet. We're gonna
psycho him overnight.

Good. Keep me posted.

How old are you?

Forty-two.

- So you were 41
when you had your kid?
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'm,
47 years of age myself...

April 7.

If I tell you something,

- can you keep it
in absolute confidence?
- Yeah.

Excuse me?

Could I speak
to Detective Medavoy?
Certainly.

- Detective?
-Rabbi.

What can I do for you?

Someone has contacted us
who says he has the Torah.

Is that right?

He said he would return it
for a considerable sum of money.

- Yeah? Did he name a figure?
- $2,000.

And he does not want
the police involved.

-Um--

What's your feeling on this,
meeting with him yourselves?

Detective Medavoy,
for 200 years,

the Lubavitchers
have devoted themselves to
the pursuit of God's wisdom.

That-- that's
very interesting.

I-- I'm not sure what it means
in this connection.

What does it mean?
It means that we are not
a foolish people.

So we got three apartments,
a dorm up at City College,

a couple of hookers
at an S. R. O. and two
single families in Brooklyn.

What, and you're telling me
you don't see a pattern here?

We ought to get that kid
to Bellevue.

If you throw out
the two hookers, that means
they're all first floors.

- You think that's anything?
- Killer who's
afraid of heights?

I'll go get the kid
from Holding.

- You got this?
- Yeah.

Andy. Listen, I, um--

I wanted to thank you
for helping things along.

- I heard you
got together anyways.
- Yeah, we did.

- Just be sure to take it easy.
- I know the drill.
I'll be careful.

- How are things with you?
- Good. Okay.

Can you keep a secret?

How's it going, Frank?
Awful.

Where's my dad?

He had to leave. He had to
go take care of your mother.

Well, how am I gonna
get home?

Detective Sipowicz and I--
We're gonna take you
to a different place, Frank.

What-- What kind
of difference place?
So doctors can talk to you.

- No!
- Frank, you gotta go.

Okay?
What do you think?
You think I killed Jenny?

Well, we're not sure
what happened, Frank.

Well, if I did it,
I'm sorry.

I mean, if I did it,
I don't know about it.

What would help you
to remember?

I won't talk to you.
I won't talk to you.

Easy, easy, Frank.
Just take it easy, all right?

- Let's be cool.
- No! I don't want to be cool!

Come on. We'll go
to the hospital,
Frank. Let's go.

I want my mom.
I want my dad.
Come on.

Why can't I go home?
I want to go home.

Hey, Donna.
Hey.

I have,
two messages for you.
Thanks.

He's, better.
He's fine.

I happened to stop by
as a friend.

He's good.

Good.

All first floors,
all stabbed in their beds.

Except the hookers.
The hookers aren't
part of the pattern.

Except for his D. O. A.,
you got no sign of forced entry.

He's gotta come
through the window,
but the window's not forced.

- What's my guy doing here?
- Yeah, Stu, um,

we got six homicides
in disparate parts of the city.

All female stabbings
in first-floor residences.

I went through those files.

My case is the only one
with forced entry.

Now either those are
family-involved homicides,

or you got a killer
for your pattern.

Not only is he afraid
of heights, he can dematerialize
himself into dwellings.

Their suspect's
mentally handicapped.

If it is a pattern,
yours is the only other
case in this command.

I want your guy interviewed
as a witness on the possibility
of a window entry.

Yeah, let me go ask him.
This is besides the door
he admits he busted down.

I want them to run
the interview, Stu.

Come on, Lieutenant.
I won't get within
five feet of that guy.

You can be in the room.
They'll run the interview.

Mr. Kasinzakas,
I'm Detective Simone.
This is Detective Russell.

We really appreciate
you coming in again.

Andy.
-- Look, I know you've talked to--

Listen, the guy
moved the meet up.

Then can't you use
a uniform backup?

Any sign of the police,
and they said that the Torah
would be destroyed.

If you could just
come back here--

Bobby, you and her
got the interview?
Yeah, we got it.

Detective, we guessed
that you were a 44.

Have a seat.

Now everyone hits me?
No one's gonna hit you.

And you're not a suspect
at this time, Mr. Kasinzakas.

I'm not?

No, you're not.

But, um, we need your help.

We want to go back
through the night
of the murder with you.

I had too much to drink.

Marina locked the door
'cause she was mad
I came home so late.

You kicked the door in,
and you argued?
Yes.

- And you hit her?
- I slapped her one time.

- But you didn't stab her?
- Hey.

We argued, and I may
have slapped her.

And after we argued.
And now she was angry
with the door.

Finally I fell asleep.
Where did you fall asleep?

On the couch.

And your wife-- She
fell asleep on the bed?

I didn't even try to go
on that bed. I wasn't
so drunk to be that stupid.

- You woke up. She was dead.
- Yes, stabbed.

Horrible stabbing,
all in her chest.

Mr. Kasinzakas, was the window
in the bedroom open?

- No.
- You sure?

It couldn't be open
more than a little.
Why?

Only goes up four inches.
I fixed it 'cause of the street.

I'm glad we're keeping him
a little longer...

because this'll give me
the opportunity to ask him...

if he saw some guy
all in white bandages...

and when the bandage unwrapped,
there was no one inside.
I've heard enough from you.

Think I like being
embarrassed, taken off
'cause I raised a hand?

- You ever raise
your hand to a perp?
- Detective Simone, please.

- One moment, please.
Detective?
- Give me a minute, will you?

Don't talk to me
like a damn rookie.
Stu, back off.

I got the father
of my suspect over there,
and I have to talk to him.

All right?

Yeah, sorry.

Mr. Wuthrich.
Why is Frank still in Bellevue?
Why hasn't he been charged?

Let's sit down here.
My daughter is dead.

You people are just
dragging your feet.

We're not dragging
our feet.
I was there.

I found her body.

My daughter was
killed by my son.
We're not sure about that.

Your son is adamant that
he wasn't involved. We haven't
discovered a weapon yet.

Well, who did it,
Detective?

If Frankie didn't do it,
who the hell did it?

Sir, your daughter's body
was found in proximity

to a window that
was facing the street--

What the hell
are you talking about?
That window was not open.

There was no sign of a forced
entry. That's the first thing
the uniform cop told me.

The window wasn't open,
but it also wasn't locked.

Now, we're looking into
a theory that an intruder

possibly could have
gotten in and then exited.

What, without her
waking up, or my son?

- It is damn nonsense!
- Mr. Wuthrich.

And I came home to find
my daughter butchered!

And I have to live
with knowing...

that I didn't get my son
out of my house.
Mr. Wuthrich--

And if you think you're gonna
make a joke out of this--

Look, I can't possibly know
the grief that you're
going through right now,

the pain
that you're in.

We're looking into this.
We're gonna work hard on it,

and we are going
to figure it out.

Now, what you gotta do is...

you gotta take care
of yourself, you gotta
take care of your wife.

Sure.

No problem.
It's a big problem.
I know how big it is.

Go home, Mr. Wuthrich.
I promise you,

we will call you
if anything develops.

Okay?

Yeah.

Boy.

I don't know if it's anything,
but there's a stop-and-frisk
night of my homicide--

Some twitch across from
Kasinzakas's building.

Had a scuba mask
under his arm.
Well, let's talk to this guy.

Maybe he got in
through the drainpipes.

- You got an address?
- Yeah.

Sylvia.
Good to see you.

We just finished
taking a statement.

I'm gonna see if I can grab
my husband for some lunch.

He's out
with Medavoy on a case.

So, how you feelin'?
Fine.

Hi.

Detective Russell,
I wanted to apologize about
canceling on that dinner.

I understand completely.

- You do?
- Sure. You weren't
feeling well.

- Hey, Sylvia.
How you feelin'?
- I'm feeling fine.

Andy and Greg--
They went to go pick up a perp.

You want me to tell him
that you stopped by?
No. It's nothing important.

Let's go pick this guy up.

This all okay?
The sideburns?

The payot, Detective.
They're fine.

What you need to tell us
is if everything's okay
with the Torah.

The rebbe explained.
I'll let you know
if everything's kosher.

Hasidic comedian.

One of you guys
the Rabbi Lieberman?

I am Rabbi Lieberman.
Have you got the Torah?

The yad is missing.

The what?
The yad.

It's a pointer. It's like
a silver letter opener.

Ask him where the yad is.
Come on.
Where's the cash?

The yad's not there.

Listen, I brought the
book. That was the deal.

No, the deal is you return
what you took, asshole.

- Are you Rabbi Lieberman?
- Just give up the pointer.

Hey, hey, hey! Get him! Get him!
Greg, get him on the other side.

I got him.

-
- Where's that letter opener?

You stay on top of me,
and those hymie boys

are never gonna see
that letter opener again.

Shut up!
What kind of rabbi
are you?

I'm the kind of rabbi
who will wrap his payot
around your throat...

and pull until I got you
screaming for God's mercy,
which will not be forthcoming!

Now, who are you
working with?

Ramon-- Ramon Iberras!
That's the exterminator.

Yeah, he's got the pointer too.
You're crazy, man!

- Jesus.
- Bless you, my son.

I'm glad to see my tax dollars
are being used so efficiently.

Well, you know, if there's
a mix-up on this, Mr. Squires,
we're gonna apologize 100%.

Well, as I've never
been in Virginia,

let alone robbing a convenience
store, I'd say there's
probably been a mix-up.

Yeah, well, you know
what happens with that,
Mr. Squires.

Getaway car's moving fast,
and people get partial numbers
on the plates.

And I get dragged
into a precinct house.

Well, that's our job.
You know, we gotta
check these things out.

Are we done?

As delightful as this
is, I do have another

appointment with the H.
R. A. I'd rather not miss.

- Is that right?
-Yes, I'm withholding rent...

because my landlord's standard
for building maintenance
is Stalag 17.

You know, I must not have
noticed all the problems
when we picked you up.

I notice the problems,
Detective.

I'm sure you don't notice
a lot of things.

Well, maybe you should think
about rescheduling
this H. R. A. thing,

'cause there was something else
that I wanted to ask you about.

We got a stop-and-frisk
card filed on you.

What would that be?

This is when we were
checking you out on that

Virginia matter. Which
is complete boondoggle.

Yeah. Anyway, I found
your name on a card that

was filled out by one
of our uniform cops.

He questioned you
about wearing
some kind of swim gear...

in the street
at 3:00 in the morning.

A diving suit.
Yes, that's right.
Black rubber diving suit.

What was that about?
What was what about?

Come on, Mr. Squires. You're
wearing a black rubber outfit
in the middle of the night?

I am a diver.

I'm also an insomniac.

I was testing out some new
equipment. Where in the penal
code is that listed as a crime?

Well, there was a crime
that was committed
that night, Mr. Squires,

right in the area
where you were questioned.

What, another convenience
store robbery?
No, this is a homicide.

This is a woman
who was stabbed to death
in her first-floor apartment...

about an hour after that cop
talked to you.

You know anything
about that?

Yes.

That's what I do.
I get dressed
in my diving gear,

and I go around
murdering women.

I do one of those a week,
and then a convenience store
robbery in Virginia.

Got a girlfriend, Mr. Squires?
That's none
of your business.

Boyfriend?
Yes.
That's what I am.

I'm a convenience-store robbing,
repressed homosexual,
homicidal maniac.

You mind sticking around
while we get that
Virginia paperwork?

Do I have a choice?

We just want to get
the paperwork cleared up.

Then we won't have
to bother you anymore.

That'll be a new experience.

This guy is nuts.
He is definitely lying
for the homicides.

How do you want to work him?

We gotta figure out
what kind of card to turn.

Maybe we finesse his
super, get a look inside his crib.

Devious mind.

- It's one of her best features.
- Thank you.

- That poor bastard.
- That jerk in there?

Nah, that Greek
I leaned on.

New York City detectives.
You know Roger Squires?
3B.

Yeah, we know.
Can we talk to you
for a minute?

What'd he do?
He's got a small problem.

Just one? Good.
Let him move into your building.

While we were talking to him,
it came out that he doesn't
like you much either.

Hasn't paid rent in six months,
and he doesn't like me?

He says he won't pay 'cause
you let the place run down.

What am I doing here,
setting up a parachute?

Well, anyways,
can you give us an idea
as to his habits,

the hours he keeps--
that kind of thing?
All hours. He's a nut job.

Does he seem like a guy
who would do something violent?
Not if you saw him coming.

- Do you know if he dates?
- Yeah, Mary Palm
and her five sisters.

You're saying he doesn't date.

If he sees women, it's only
when they can't see him back.

Damn, you guys really
got it in for each other?

I can care less
what that guy says about me.
I'm gonna evict his ass anyway.

Yeah? Well, he says,
you're not gonna
be able to get him out.

- What is it with
all that ethnic stuff?
- What ethnic stuff?

Says you're a dumb Italian,
doesn't understand the law.
How'd it get so personal?

Don't understand the law?
And something
about your wife?

I mean, what was that
all about?
What about my wife?

Well, you know, he says
she has a mustache
like a Mexican bandit.

I figured there's
personal bad blood
between the two of them.

- You got this guy in custody?
- We're talking to him
at the station.

You tell that asshole
when he comes back to look
for his stuff out on the street.

- Come on. Take it easy.
- No, no, no. Tell him
to look outside.

Because my dumb guinea ass
and my Mexican bandit wife
are throwing his stuff out!

He is evicted.

Whoa. We can't watch while
something like that goes on.

Did I just cooperate with you?
Did I answer your questions?

Yeah, you cooperated.

You can't watch this go on?
Do me a favor.

Look the other way,
because his stuff is goin' out!

He's moving now!

What a mess.

I guess we're gonna have
to pick this stuff up
or cite this guy for littering.

Son of a bitch!

Yeah, here he comes.

Here's what we got, Lieu.
Nine knives...

in homemade sheaths-- all of 'em
bloody-- and what looks like
nightstand knickknacks.

So the footlocker
came open when it was
thrown on the street?

Absolutely.
The landlord threw it out,
and it landed on the street.

Then it came open?

That's absolutely how
it could've happened.

Well, how many things did
the landlord throw out before
he threw out the footlocker?

- About five or six.
- Where we goin'
with this, Lieu?

- Anything break?
- Yeah, some things broke.

So the neighbors could've
heard that, could've
looked out their window,

could've been looking
when the footlocker came out.

So did the footlocker come open,
or did you open it?

It came open in the car
in front of the guy's house.

Okay. So don't talk to him
about what's in there
without a warrant...

or until you get his consent
to open it.

You got it, Lieu.

Fruit of the poisonous
tree, Detective.

Are you familiar
with that legal concept--

excluding proceeds
of an illegal search?

Your landlord just threw
everything you own out onto
the street, Mr. Squires,

which means us picking this up
is not illegal.

But you want me
to play it super careful?

You want me
to go get a warrant
and open it somewheres else?

No sensible judge
will give you one.

I got a whole list
of friendly judges, Squires.

I bet you I hit
on the first call.

Now, you make me
go get a warrant,

and I won't let you watch
while I open this.

I'll let you listen
while the judge says I can.

Then I will lock you up,

and I'll open this
all by myself.

Congratulations.
You're about to incriminate me,

but you won't understand
the significance.

You don't want to understand.
You want to put me in jail.

What you're gonna tell us...

or what we find in this box
without you telling us--

That's what's gonna decide
whether you go to jail or not.

You wait on a platform,

you pick a candidate
and you follow her home.

Platform means what?
A subway platform?

She has to have large balls.

Sorry?

The women you pick.
You might call them breasts.

Yeah. Balls are breasts.

You wait and watch
what lights go on.

If it's the first floor,
and she has large balls,

you have a candidate.

How do you get inside?
Who's telling the story,
Detective?

I'm sorry, Roger. Sorry.

You're waiting across the street
with your milk crate.

When the street is empty,

you cross,

get up onto
your milk crate,

and you look
into her apartment.

If the window
offers access...

and her bed is
near the window,

you have a candidate.

What do you mean
by access?

A few inches is sufficient
for a candidate.

'Cause you don't go inside.

You get off your milk crate,

and you wait nearby.

When the lights are off
in the apartment
for an hour or so...

with no sick light
from the television,

you take your milk crate
back across the street.

You set it onto its side,

and you get onto it.

You reach your left hand
through the window,

and you feel her balls.

And you feel her balls
until she stirs.

When she stirs,

you begin to stab her,

and you stab her,
and you stab her...

while you're
feeling her balls.

St-Stabbing her
and stabbing her--

stabbing her balls--

Were you over there
last night, Roger?

Down on Seventh Street?

I'm gonna need a minute.

Yeah, right.

Yes.

Then I'll open
my trunk for you.

I'll explain to you
the mementos I took
from each apartment.

I was restricted, of course,
from what I could take.

Just what I could reach
from outside.

You still got
the exterminator in there?

Yeah.
The rabbi's on his way.

I was watching the guys
from the 27 talk to Squires.

Every time this guy goes
for one of these jobs,
he has an orgasm.

Sick bastard. He's gonna
have some sore prostate.

Detectives.

Hey, Rabbi.
-- Yes.

Gentlemen, what news?

Well, Ramon says he don't know
anything about the pointer.

Which is crap.
Excuse the expression.

He's lookin' to cut a deal.

See, we think that if he knew
you wouldn't press charges,
you'd get your yad back.

We're not interested
in seeing anyone jailed.

All right. Well,
we'll inform him of that.

- Medavoy, you-- you got this?
- Yeah, sure, Andy.

Um, right this way.

Mr. Wuthrich.

We made an arrest
on your daughter's homicide.

Guy confessed.

It wasn't my son?
The guy went for
a series of murders.

And you're sure
he's telling the truth?

He's given detailed confessions,
and he's got items from
each of the crime scenes.

He had an earring--
belonged to your daughter.

And Frank let him in.
The guy reached through
her window, Mr. Wuthrich.

Your son didn't
have anything
to do with this.

She was the light of my life.

He's the child that's alive.

Hey, Dad! Hey, Dad,
they caught the man
who killed Jenny.

Yeah, yeah,
he just told me.

If I saw him,
I'd kick his ass so bad!

There's no point in that.

Anyways, we told Frank
that he's free to go home and
that we're sorry for his loss.

Yeah. That was my sister.

There's no point in kicking
this guy's ass, I guess.

No. Let's just go home.

I could've kept her
from getting murdered.

How were you gonna figure
your Greek guy didn't do it?

Broke the door down,
history of domestic violence.

Hi, Andy.
How ya feelin'?

Feel all right. I stopped by
the station house at lunchtime.

- You did?
- You were out on something
with Medavoy?

Some stolen Torah deal.

Bobby was there...

and Lieutenant Fancy
and that Detective Russell
you've been helpin'.

You told them,
didn't you?

Yeah, I did.

Andy, I told you.
I specifically
asked you to wait.

I know. I'm sorry.
I don't know what's
the matter with me.

You're not supposed
to tell anyone until
after the first trimester.

- I know. I know.
- What if something goes wrong?

I know. Look,
you want me to move out?

What?

This baby thing--
It's just so emotional--
in a good way--

but I'm gonna
make you nuts here.

If you need some space,
I could just go away for
a few days periodically and--

I don't want you
to go anywhere.

Well, whatever you want.
If you want me to shut up,

if you want me to just
stand in the corner--
Just tell me what you need.

You want to know
how I'm feeling now?

If you want to tell me.

I am very happy
about this baby.

And I love my husband.

Well, that's good.

But don't tell anyone else.

I don't think
I know anyone else.

I just figured out
what ruined my summer.

Yeah? No sex?

No, you.

You're having sex
with someone else?

No.
No?

No, come on, Diane.
Don't play with me
about that now.

Okay?
Okay.

Sorry.

You worked that guy great today.
You really did.

What a sick bastard?

Each confession
got funkier.

You should've heard
the one on the victim
in the 27.

God.
You listened
to all of 'em?

For the interview
techniques.

Yeah, all right.

Is that all right?
Good. I feel much better.

Come on, Diane. What do you
expect me to say?

You got same wacko who mixes
breasts up with balls,

and he's stabbing women
in the chest.

You expect me to be thrilled
about you hearing all that?

You don't have to be
thrilled, but if it gives

you problems, I expect
you to deal with it.

I don't want to feel guilty
for doing my job.

Are we done now?

As long as you know
I'm serious.
I know you're serious.

Then we're done.

Man.
What?

Women.

Pretty strict there?

Especially
the ones with balls.