All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S07E14 - Sleep Over (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Home invasion, and probably
a kidnapping off it.

Who�s this guy?

Works security for
the daughter of the couple.

Couple�s like
in their mid-70s.

The husband leaves
for a doctor�s appointment.

He�s the one
I think got kidnapped.

15 minutes later,
3 black males

open the door with a key,
shove the woman in a closet,

and start ransacking
the place.

Get in with the keys.

Gotta be how
it went down.

Husband never makes it
to the doctor�s.

Got his car
over the air.

How bad�s the old lady?

She got out
what happened,

but then her speech
started to get slurry.

In walks the daughter
and this guy.

I think the daughter
give her a valium.

She�s racked out
in back.

Think you might be done
with that call soon?

You�ve got my number.
Tell him to call me.

I�m Mark Douglas.

I�m director of security
for Ms. Dickerson�s company.

I�m Danny Sorenson. This is
my partner Andy sipowicz.

I was on the job.

Where�d you work?

Traffic division
over in Brooklyn.

I�ll tell you, I think
Ms. Dickerson�s mother

could maybe use
looking at in a hospital.

I was just trying to raise
my own doctor on the phone --

are these the detectives?

Yes, they are.

And did you tell them
about Avery batch?

No. We were just
at that point.

We�re looking for a thug
named Avery batch.

Lives in 2b.

He�s been
antagonizing joan�s dad

for the last
couple of months.

We�ll definitely
talk to him.

How�s mom?

Resting. You�ll have
to talk to her later.

I tell you, Ms. D.,
I really think

with your mom
not talking that clear --

I gave her a valium.

But she wasn�t talking
that clear when we got here.

I would be more comfortable
if she got a looking at.

Is that
your medical opinion?

Why don�t you want her
to get examined?

She�s afraid
of hospitals.

My brother
went into a hospital

and never came out.

My father went
for an electrocardiogram

and wound up
with a triple bypass.

Well, i�m sorry
about those incidents,

but your mom
just got roughed up.

It sounds like
her speech is slurry.

She�s afraid of hospitals.
I�m afraid to take her.

What if she doesn�t
come out?

Being this is
a crime scene,

it�s out of the question
your mom can stay here.

We�ll take her
to my apartment.

Got to be
an e. M. S. Transport.

Being she was manhandled,

they won�t take her
to any private address

prior to looking
at her at e. R.

Is that true?

Those are evidently
the current regs.

And who�s going
to find my father?

We�re going to start looking
for your dad right now.

Do you think
this Avery batch did it?

It�s a little early
to tell.

Well, let me
get my mom ready.

You configure the stones
in a way that pleases you

and feels harmonious.

Then you use
these tiny rakes

to make patterns
and designs in the sand.

"The way is not a matter
of knowing or not knowing."

And basically

you tend the garden

and, if you choose,

contemplate those bits
of wisdom in the book.

The way is not a matter
of knowing or not knowing.

Here. Try.

The rocks seem
harmonious enough.

I�ll leave them
as they are.

Let your hand
float gently

like it�s being guided
by a breeze.

Let the Serenity
come to you.

You sure this works
for non-orientals?

How do you feel?

Hey, that�s,
that�s kind of nice.

You see.

Good morning.

I need
to confide in someone

regarding possible
criminal conduct.

Yeah, i�m
detective medavoy.

I can take
your information.

There you go, John.

My name
is Kathleen Gallagher.

I live at 24 5th Avenue.

This is my partner
Baldwin Jones.

How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.

Greg: Ms. Gallagher
wants to confide

about some
criminal misbehavior.

Am I summarizing fairly?

Four months ago
rafaella Santos,

whom I and my husband
have tried to help

over the years,

gave birth
to a baby boy.

I should say
about a month afterwards

I had occasion
to ask after the baby,

and rafaella told me
that the baby

had fallen ill and died.

Well, naturally,
I was devastated

and asked her why
she hadn�t said anything

about the child�s death.

Hugh and I
certainly would have wanted

to come to the funeral
or send flowers.

And rafaella said
that they hadn�t

had any burial service.

Obviously
it wasn�t appropriate

to grill her
at a moment like that,

but I certainly
found it strange,

and over
the ensuing months,

as delicately
as possible,

I tried to pursue
the subject with rafaella.

And in every instance,

rafaella�s answers
were so consistently evasive

that i�ve come to the point
where I feel

someone in authority
ought to look into things.

This would be...

Her phone is disconnected,
but that�s her address.

When you and your husband
tried to help rafaella

over the years,
Mrs. Gallagher,

what sort of assistance
were you providing?

She was our housekeeper.

I was raised to believe
that hiring a domestic

brought with it
certain obligations

as to looking after
their care and welfare.

Almost like
they�re family.

Extended family
of a kind, exactly.

And that�s the role

that my husband and I
tried to play.

And in these months
since you were devastated

when you first heard
about her baby�s death,

Mrs. Gallagher,

have you and rafaella
had some sort of falling out?

How family members
of a kind sometimes will?

There has been
a falling out,

and I suppose
if you speak with rafaella,

she�ll mention it.

Items of worth,
and, more importantly,

of great sentimental value

have disappeared
from our apartment.

I wouldn�t accuse rafaella,

although I can�t imagine

who else could
have been responsible.

But the atmosphere
of distrust

that has been generated

is so strong

that I felt it necessary
to dismiss her.

And you think
rafaella may tell US

asking US to look at her
about her baby dying

is you paying her back
for this trouble

about losing
your items of worth.

She may,
but she�s wrong.

They can be
so emotional.

Anyways,

we�ll look into this,
Ms. Gallagher.

I�ll appreciate your
apprising me of the outcome.

Yeah, I see you�ve written
your phone number here.

I am so glad
to have met you.

You say that,
Mrs. Gallagher,

and i�ve got this feeling
like i�ve met you before.

Maybe in another lifetime.

Yeah,
maybe that�s it.

Okay, then.

So, where
do you figure, d.,

that you knew her before?

I don�t know.

The picture�s kind of hazy,

but I do make out
whole bunches of cotton.

Yeah?

Andy: Avery batch
the daughter give US

for the push in
and abducting her old man.

No good?

The guy�s on a liver list.

In bellevue with hepatitis c
Avery batch.

Where�s my head at?

The case is strewn
with invalids.

Can�t talk to the mother.
She had a stroke.

What is it, John?

A man has information
about their case.

What are you flailing
your arms for?

Do you want
the call in here?

No, tell the guy
to mind his own business.

Yeah, bring it
in here, John.

What�s the particular
bee in your bonnet?

Do we want the call.

Did we want it
in here, Andy.

Detective Sorenson.
15th squad.

I was told you�ve got
some information.

The bee in my bonnet

is the victim�s daughter�s
got a security guy

retired off the job,
in 8 feet over his head.

There was an incident
outside that address.

What do you know about it?

Why is that your problem?

Ever think
about working security

after you retire
from the job?

Because I have,
and suppose you wound up

with an Eve-arden-type
employer

like the battle-ax
this Douglas works for.

Where are you then?

You walk around all day
nervous and intimidated

with your thumb
up your butt.

The three or four of them
were acting suspiciously?

Did you get
a look at any of them?

Know them
from the neighborhood?

I�d like to think
if I worked security,

I wouldn�t have
my thumb up my butt.

Well, you�re always
entitled to hope.

I appreciate you
coming forward with that.

I gather you don�t want
to give up your name.

If you want,
call in half an hour

when our guys are back
and I can let you know

if three or four black guys
were responsible.

Same three or four guys
maraud the entire city.

Or they could have
been hispanics?

All right.
Thanks very much.

Three or four black
or hispanic males.

Now we�re
getting somewhere.

Figure that�s one of the perps
trying to find where we are?

We ought to trap
the call back.

Yeah, what is it, John?

Yeah, hang on.

Buzzes on the intercom.

That�s to rebuke me
for speaking harshly before.

Yeah, thanks.

Sector car
found the cutlass

got stolen outside
the apartment.

Any sign of the guy
got grabbed up?

No mention of the guy.

Believe me,
you get intimidated

working security
for an Eve-arden-type,

your thumb is squarely
up your butt.

This guy�s pushing it.

Must have
monitored the call

off one of his scanners.

Will somebody hurry up
and pop this trunk?

Stand 10 feet back
or i�ll hurry up,

and i�ll cuff you
to that chain-link fence.

Come on.

Danny: Who called it in?

Nobody. I rolled up on it
and ran the plates.

No one around
when you rolled up?

No, no one was here.

There�s blood
down here.

Yeah, the old man,
he must have fished

that Jack iron out

while he was lying
inside the trunk.

Looks like he tried
to pry open the latch

from the inside.

Hey, Douglas, these look
like her dad�s glasses?

Yeah.

This guy�s dead.

They robbed and killed him
and dumped him somewheres.

What if he�s kidnapped,
being held for ransom?

Sure, them owners
of 10-year-old cutlasses

are constantly
getting abducted,

especially when no one calls
to ask for money.

Ma�am, we need you
not to approach the vehicle.

What happened to him?

We�re still trying
to sort that out.

What do you think
happened to him?

As far as that goes,

I agree with them,
Ms. Dickerson.

It�s still
too early to tell.

Let go of me.

We need things intact
for our specialist.

Let go of my arm.

Whose blood is that?

There�s no reason
you need to jump

to any conclusions here,
Ms. Dickerson.

There could be
50 explanations

for that blood.

You find out
what happened

from that
little thug, Avery.

It turns out Avery
was elsewhere, Ms. Dickerson.

But we�re definitely
pursuing our avenues.

Well, what happened
to him?

Who hurt him?

Why don�t we just
take you home

for the moment, Ms. D.?

I think that�s definitely
the proper approach.

I�m going to go
be with my mother.

Or that�s
a good idea, too.

Very good.

Her husband Mr. Hugh
stole those things.

He took them and sold them
for his gambling.

Miss Kathleen doesn�t
want to know this.

She wants to say
I did this.

And then...

Mr. Hugh keeps...

Touching me.

And once
when I was trying

to push him off,

she sees it.

Then she says I have
to leave for stealing.

"Out!" like you
say to a dog.

Rafaella, we appreciate
miss Kathleen may have had

reasons for wanting
to get you in trouble,

but we still need
to talk about Miguel.

Miguel got sick,
and he died.

Where was Miguel buried?

I don�t know.

Friends buried him
in the country.

My husband Roberto and me
were too sad to do it.

Can you tell US how to get
in touch with your friends

so we can find out
where they buried Miguel?

They left.
Back to Mexico.

Do you have a phone number
for them there?

No.

When are they
coming back?

I don�t know.

Um, rafaella,

is it possible that maybe
you gave your baby

to someone who needed him?

Unh-unh.

Even if you sold your baby,
we would understand that.

Rafaella...

Are you sure
your husband wouldn�t know

where your baby
is buried?

No, Roberto wouldn�t know.

And where
is your husband now?

Yeah. We�re going to need
to talk to him, rafaella.

He washes dishes
at priolo�s.

I�m germane
to an ongoing investigation.

What do you want, j. B.?

What does anyone want?
I want to be like Mike.

Andy: Yeah, good-bye.

I told you
not to come here loaded.

I prefer transacting
with some detective

who won�t insult me
on a personal basis.

17 months you had clean.

I�m an addict
with information.

You tell the handicapped,
"don�t come here, cripple?"

The handicapped,
they don�t got a choice.

Here we are

at the moral majority
pep rally.

17 months,
and look at you.

I loaned out my mirror.

Yeah? Well, you are
a skelly, stinky,

strung-out mess.

Let me go wash, even
from laying hands on you.

What the hell
you come here for?

God forbid someone ask me
a sensible question

instead of reviewing
my shortcomings.

It�s asked. So now you
tell me what you�re here for.

You get a phone call
asking the status

of a home invasion
abduction, yes or no?

What if that happened?

The guy that called
is a 5�10" African-American

I agitated into reaching out.

Involved in the crime?

Yeah, up to his hips.

Did he say the man
they grabbed was alive?

I didn�t get
that impression.

Say I get him
to drop another dime

so you can trap the call,
and i�ll keep him around

until you make the trace

and get there.
What�s my end?

If the guy is right, $200.

$200 to the stinky, skelly,
strung-out junkie

who just delivered your case
on a silver platter.

Don�t get ahead
of yourself.

I won�t get ahead of myself,
not till I get that $200.

Then I get ahead
of myself real good.

Douglas, I am not
going to manufacture

some crap about
what possible leads we got

so you can postpone
getting that lady ready

for what the both of US
know is coming,

which is US finding
her father�s body.

Well, if you�re
checking in,

check in with the weather
number, all right?

I got work to do.

I am not going to tell him
we might got a lead

on one of the perps.

He�ll have the daughter
bouncing off the walls,

this Douglas.

What are you
so moped out for

over this j. B. Using dope?

I�m waiting for j.B.
To have the perp call.

You deny
you�re moped out?

Does moped out
mean disappointed?

I�m disappointed
he�s using again.

Are you also taken unawares
when the sun sets?

15th squad.

J.b., j. B.,

just give me the address.

All right.

J.b. -- Something
about the perp

and a fruit delivery.

What the hell
does that mean?

I got where
they are, okay?

He couldn�t stay
on the line.

Look at this. Now I don�t
have to visit stonehenge.

Man: What are you doing
in the back of my truck?

I was helping you.
You know what aikido means?

Break it up. Back off.

Back off for a good look
at the crane attack position

of advanced aikido.

Them cranes?
Aren�t those birds amputees?

What�s going on?

Me and my friend tried
covering this guy�s negligence

reloading fallen-off crates
from off the street.

I was delivering
them crates.

God forbid
he do the right thing

and reward US
with a peach crate.

He was stealing
them crates.

Where�s your buddy now?

Some door malfunctioned.
He�s locked up now.

No weapon.
Inside the truck.

What are you doing?

Hey, we better
back away.

Andy: Get out of the truck!
Get down here.

Get your face down.
You, too, on your face.

You believe this, Louis?

I got locked in that truck.

Andy: Yeah, we�ll
talk about that shortly.

I can�t get involved
in paperwork. This stuff spoils.

No paperwork. This guy�s
a collar for smack.

What?

This is smack
and you�re a collar.

It�s lucky I got you down
so you can�t go

into crane attack mode.

I don�t like it here
in america.

I have no luck here.
We are having arguments.

You and rafaella.

I go away for a while,
back to Mexico.

I come back,
she�s pregnant.

She says
her boss forced her.

How far along was she?

Only five months,

but she doesn�t want
to have the operation.

So now I have to work
two jobs

cleaning up after people,

then come home to take care
of another man�s baby?

No.

What happened
to the baby, Roberto?

I don�t know.

What do you mean
you don�t know?

It�s not mine.
She left with it.

When she comes back,
she�s by herself.

Did she tell you
where she�d been?

No.

How long had
rafaella been gone?

Two days.

And you never asked

what had happened
to Miguel?

It�s not my baby.

Probably you want
to take off now, Roberto.

Does Roberto say
I took Miguel to the country?

Roberto says
you left with the baby

and two days later
you came back alone.

He says the baby
came from your boss.

Rafaella...

I know that if something
happened to Miguel,

it�s hurting you
so badly inside

because you�re a good person
who loved her baby.

I had nothing
to help Miguel.

I had nothing
to protect him.

My sister wouldn�t
take my baby,

so I had to take him
to the country.

Where did you take him,
rafaella?

We go together
to the country --

this beautiful place
I was before --

and I gave him
his pacifier,

and I gave him
back to god.

How did you give him
to god, rafaella?

I couldn�t hurt
my baby.

I left him
with his pacifier,

and I went and sat

on the hill part
of the beautiful place...

And how long
did you wait?

Through the night,

when he would be sleeping,

I sat on the hill part.

I sang his songs for him.

He would have liked
if he could hear.

In the morning,

he was almost gone,

and I sat
on the hill part again,

and in two hours,

when it came warm for him

and a sweet breeze blew,

he was gone.

I pray god,
before he sends me to hell,

he lets me see my baby
once in heaven.

I wouldn�t worry about
that fruit truck, Louis.

It�s my partner
recognizing your voice

from that 911 call
this morning

that you need
to be thinking about.

Look, I called �cause
I wanted to help,

but if this happens
when you do, screw that.

I�ll just keep my mouth
shut next time.

You called
wanting to know

where we were
with the investigation

without providing
no information yourself.

That�s a red flag,

and you being
the guy waving it

we call
the likely perpetrator.

We got fingerprint lifts from
where that lady got robbed.

We also got the lady herself
itching to look at a lineup

and identify her attackers.

There�s nothing
to think about, Louis,

no angles to work.

Then it just blew up.

You and your boys,
taking his keys and wallet

from that old man.

Trev did.

One of your boys.

Yeah, he just wanted
the car,

but then Tyrone
sees the apartment key,

and he made the old man
give up his address.

That�s how
that part went down.

Where�s the man while you�re
robbing his apartment?

In his trunk with a big cut
in his forehead.

Trev clocked him,
and we put him in there.

Look, I didn�t
want none of this,

but I got
to back up my boys.

After the apartment, we were
going to take the car

under the bridge
and strip it,

but we drove to long island
city to let the man out.

We was going to tell him
he better not say a word,

but when we popped
that trunk...

He must have had
a heart attack or something.

Where is he?

In the weeds.

I can show you where.

Look, I-I ain�t ever done
nothing like this before.

That�s going to be
a positive for you, Louis.

I asked j. B. For some advice
�cause he�d been around.

Yeah, that was
your final wrong decision.

One of my detectives
took her to bellevue

for a psych workup,

to see if she should be
on suicide watch.

The baby�s buried
in a park up in rye.

She told US
where to look.

So there�s nowhere to go
on this Hugh Gallagher,

you don�t feel?

Well, we�re going to get
the baby�s DNA anyway.

I heard you. I got it.

No grounds
to get a DNA sample

from this rich woman�s
husband.

The d. A. Says there�s no way
to substantiate rape.

Yeah, he�d just say
the sex was consensual.

You don�t think
he forced himself on her?

It�s her admitting
to the homicide.

Those rich people
did their part.

Anyways...

You know, I don�t care
how hopeless you feel.

I don�t care what�s in your
culture about adoption.

You don�t do that
to your child.

Could you hold off
the autopsy?

We�ll be bringing someone
over for the I. D.

Yeah, thanks very much.

She�s meeting me here.

How do you not

go to this woman�s
place to pick her up?

If I went
to pick her up,

she would know
what happened from my face.

You�d rather
she saw that here?

I�m wondering if you
could break the news.

She can carry a grievance --
Ms. Dickerson.

Every time she sees me,
it�ll remind her he�s gone.

I�m liable
to lose my job.

You were a cop.

How many times
you notify next of kin?

This is my boss.

And her father died.

This woman intimidates
the hell out of me.

I feel like i�m faking
my way --

i�m frightened
from the minute I get up

until i�m back
in my place.

People with money,

they want the same
as everyone else.

You reach out and let them
know you�re sorry.

I am sorry.
He was a nice old guy,

and taking care of him
and the mother

is the best thing
she had.

Where the rest of the time,
she�s driving hard,

intimidating the hell
out of everyone.

She�s on the board
of her co-op.

You�re telling her.

I would really appreciate it
if you could do it.

You are,

and you tell her

the m. E.�s waived the next
of kin requirement

and it�s you authorized
to make the I. D.

I can make that work.

Brother.

Could I talk to you out here
for a second, Ms. D.?

Let me go
down to holding.

Skel junkie or not,

that kid did what he said
he would -- j. B.

No one was looking
to put him in the system.

I wanted to keep him where
I knew he couldn�t use.

Going to get him to use
that $200 to buy stock?

Hey, this kid
has 17 months.

You going to be okay?

Yes.

Psst.

Am I through?

Would you tell
the medical examiner

i�ll be handling the I. D.?

I�ll let him know.

You want someone
to drive you anywheres?

I drove my own car.
I�m going to tell my mother.

We can get a policewoman
to ride with you,

and then a sector car
can pick her up.

Well, if that wouldn�t
be too much trouble.

I�ll see to it
downstairs.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I got to keep the keys.

I�m expecting a doctor
for that other asshole.

You�re a son
of a bitch, Danny.

You�re not going
in the system.

You�re a son
of a bitch anyhow.

Okay, j. B.

Who told the lie?
Not the junkie, Danny.

And now
i�m unlocking you.

Then what now? You�re not
going to give me the money?

Let me live my life
like a free-choosing adult.

Translated, go out
and let you score.

That�s my choice.
What the hell is it to you?

I�m taking you home
with me.

No, you�re not!

Calm down.

I want to be arraigned!

So you can get
back to the street

and start pumping yourself
with poison?

Just leave me to my own
choice on how to live!

J.b., you�re dying!

Since when did you get
your medical license?

What does it feel like
inside, j. B.?

Like I need white.

Don�t you know
you�re dying?

Then let me die,
all right, Danny?

No!

My own choice, all right?

People run until they stop.
You can�t get in the way.

I�m getting in the way.
You�re coming home with me.

On the gate!

God, my god,
i�m going to get so sick!

How�s it going?
This is j. B.

Hi.

Want me here?

Put a leash
around my neck.

Come on. Wait here.

Danny: Hey,
don�t touch that.

Who threw up?

Hey, come on.
Sit down.

It�s lasagna, unless
you puked on yourself.

My mistake.

You just made yourself
a new friend, j. B.

Can I talk to you
a second, Danny?

Yeah, sure.

Give him
a clear run to the door,

he�s going to wind up
in the wind.

What is he doing here?

I told you I was
bringing someone.

Yeah, who I thought
was a normal human.

He won�t be eating.

No, but he�s going
to be stinking.

I hope you�re not
bickering over me.

Take those clothes off.

Why don�t you
leave me alone?

Get up, get them off,
get in the shower, j. B.

I left my jammies
at home.

Let me worry
about your jammies.

Sorry for
the unintentional insult.

Hey, don�t close
the bathroom door.

You couldn�t swing him
a detox bed at bellevue?

He�s not a collar,
all right?

He�d be out before I got
back on the subway.

Look, if you want to go,
I absolutely understand.

I thought we were
having dinner.

You want
to make me a plate?

So you can make sure your
skel don�t go out the window?

Yeah.

Hey, that�s a rinse.
That�s not a shower.

Turn that water back on.

It hurts.

Look, he�s done me
enough solids, Mary.

I�d like to avoid
finding him dead.

It�s your place.
You do what you want.

Do you want me
to leave?

No.

Hell, no.

Unless you want to.

Oops!

Hey.

Give me a good leg up.

Not the alleys
and shooting galleries.

Trudging from my bathroom
with spring coming on.

You could have got
Hendrix clean, Danny.

I�m self-defense trying
to get you to shut up.

Do I got to sleep leaned up
against my door tonight?

If I want to leave,
are you going to let me?

I got work in the morning.
What�s going to keep you?

You got ways
of keeping me here.

Look, I won�t make
the obvious answer.

Are you going to let me go,
Danny? Yes or no?

Tomorrow�s another day.

Are you going to sleep
leaned up against that door?

Look, tomorrow,

you want to go out
and ruin your life,

no one�s going
to stop you.

Go sleep in your bed.

All right.

Tell her there�s
a real man down the hall,

sweating and stinking
and aching in every bone

till he wants to pop
his eyes out like grapes.

That ain�t on you yet, j. B.

Come see me around 3:00.

All clean now and powdered up
like a baby -- j. B.

He wouldn�t steal
from you?

No. Not tonight.

He sings doo-wop,
you know -- j. B.

So the feds
had a studio up.

I was going to try to get him
some recording time,

but I never did
do it, you know?

I never followed through.

Do you think that�s why
he�s on this drug,

because you couldn�t
get him studio time?

No, of course not.

I love you.

Thanks.

Let me go throw out

a couple of wet washcloths
to him,

for when he starts
to get his sweats.

Good.

This is going
to be a debacle.

It�s not going
to be a debacle.

It�s going to be humiliating,
and whatever you believe,

my reluctance is not with
beginning to exercise.

It�s being an albatross.

You won�t be an albatross.

Greg, you�re not
backing out of this.

I expressed reluctance.

I did not express
backing out.

Do you think I owe
Jill an apology?

Nah.

�cause I wasn�t defending
what that rafaella did.

I�m sure she understands.

It�s these rich people.

They come in,

do whatever they need to
to keep living their lives.

Yeah.

They come in with their
phony high-minded motives,

certain rich people,

like this Mrs. Gallagher.

Anyways...

Can�t change the world, d.

Sometimes you�d like
to be able

to hail it going by.

Yeah.

Occasionally
you�d like to get a nod

from the conductor,

a little toot
of his train whistle.

Are you over your shift?

What�s up, Mrs. Gallagher?

What would you like
to know?

How can detective medavoy
and I help you?

I must admit
i�m a little surprised

no one in authority
has contacted me.

Your former maid
has been arrested.

She has?
On what charges?

The d. A.
Will have to decide,

but she appears to have been
instrumental in her baby dying.

So the baby is,
in fact, dead.

If I were you,

that�s as much information
as i�d want to pursue.

Really, detective?

And what,
in your own experience,

makes you feel
remotely competent

to put yourself
in my place?

Being a detective,

when I hear the comfort
and relief in your voice

when you say, "the baby is,
in fact, dead."

How dare you?

I come to conclusions
about other aspects

I can�t imagine
you�d want to pursue.

You arrogant, insulting --

you sure you want
to pursue this?

Why would I take comfort
in the death?

Your maid told US

your husband
had forced himself on her.

That little slattern
and thief

would tell any lie.

If the baby was being raised
with your husband�s support,

that would confirm
rafaella�s allegation.

Which is now
utterly refuted.

No, Ms. Gallagher.

Actually, it just hasn�t
been confirmed,

and why I can�t imagine
you would want to keep on

is that, after autopsy,

we�re going to have
that baby�s DNA,

and if you want
to keep calling rafaella

a lying, thieving slut,
ask your husband

to make his DNA available
for a comparison,

and that would provide what,
in my detective�s experience,

which isn�t even remotely
similar to yours,

what we call
real dispositive proof.

Are you going to do that,
Mrs. Gallagher?

And if not, now that
you�ve had US run

your dirty little
fact-finding mission

for you about whether
that poor child was alive,

why are you standing here
being a hypocrite?

You just assaulted
a police officer,

Mrs. Gallagher,

but if you turn and go
before I count to three,

i�m not going
to charge you

because I don�t want
to miss my evening run.

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2...

Hey, d.,

whoo-whoo.