All language subtitles for Homicide S01E06 A Dog And Pony Show.DVDRip.NonHI.en

Hey, Gee. Nice tux!

All right, listen up.

Tonight is the retirement party
for Lieutenant Jim Scinta.

I trust that in my absence this unit
will function as if I were here.

Actually, we thought of something
different, like solving some crimes.

Any word on who the new
Squad Commander is gonna be?

Not yet. The bosses
are keeping it a secret.

They keep everything a secret.

It's not true. They were widely vocal
about our plummeting clearance rate.

I may make some changes
to the way we're partnered up.

- Oh...
- But more of that later.

Yesterday we had a talk.
Two days ago a talk.

A week ago another conversation.
Where are you, Bayliss?

Er... Well, I'm just...

I'm clearing up a suicide in Locust Point
and I'm waiting for the ME.

He's calling with the autopsy report.

The transcript of
the arabber's initial statement.

Why do you need these for suicide?

Are you still on the first 24 hours
of Adena's murder?

You're always there. It was your
first case. You didn't solve it.

- Pembleton.
- Just a sec, I need to water a horse.

Hitch that nag to this desk over here.

- What?
- You're putting acid on my ulcer.

I have a manpower shortage.
I look across the squad room,

I see six different detectives
on three different cases

keeping up with the incoming calls.

I'm beginning to dislike the both of you.

- Homicide, Detective Pembleton.
- Oh!

I can feel my ulcer calming down.

See how little it takes
to make me happy?

- Hold on. We aim to please.
- Be still my heart.

The both of you may walk out of here
with transfer glued to your foreheads.

Aren't you happy
I'm in a festive mood, tonight?

Yeah, what?

- OK. What have we got?
- Better keep the rookie back.

I'm not sure he can handle this.
It's pretty grizzly.

Let me see...

- It's a dog.
- A dead dog.

- You called us for a dog?
- See those tags round his collar?

It's a police dog.

According to the law, this gets
treated as an official investigation.

Which law is this?

Municipal code 15-2-6 decrees

that any city-owned animal
that dies on an act of duty roster

is accorded the same investigative
pursuit as any other public servant.

Wait, are you telling me

that if a ceremonial Clydesdales
from the fire department keels over

I gotta do a full-blown investigation?

- What a bitch!
- Was this dog murdered?

We won't know for sure
till the autopsy.

- Frank, come here.
- Yeah?

Come here!

- Why did you take this call?
- What choice did I have?

Who's the primary on this?

- Who's the initial responding?
- I am.

- Name?
- Officer Schanne.

The call came in from a neighbour
who heard a shot.

I found the body in the bedroom.

- Unit number? Time of arrival?
- Unit number 16.

Time of arrival around 4:30.

What's "around 4:30"?

I'm not sure exactly.
I found the body

called Homicide,
and then the Medical Examiners.

I did protect the scene.
It's the bedroom.

Who's the medic
who pronounced death?

- The medic?
- Yeah, his name?

Jeez! There's no murder
unless it's pronounced.

- We got a homicide here or what?
- Yes, I...

How about the deceased?
Did you get a name?

- Ida Mae, er... Keene.
- Is that a guess?

No sign of forced entry.
The alarm is still operable.

- Pretty hard on her.
- Secretaries with guns.

- What?
- They're recruited at the steno pool.

Make quota, right?
Stick a badge and a gun on 'em!

- Why do you hate women?
- What?

- You have a disdain for women.
- No, that's professionalism.

I'm harder on women because I expect
more from them than from men.

Admit it. You have a problem
relating to other women.

I do not.
Very loving relationship with Carrie.

Sisters don't count.

Although anti-female actions
may stem from sibling rivalry.

You and your wife gotta stop
going to counselling.

That accounts for the knife wounds
in the throat and neck.

The cuts are straight.
She was tortured first and then shot.

- The clothes are neatly piled.
- Untorn underwear.

She undressed voluntarily.
She knew her killer.

Empty gelatine caps. Rice,
stop the coke from crystallising.

This is a dope murder.

Why torture her?
If you're gonna kill her, kill her!

She shouldn't have to suffer first.

All right, Kay. Let's roll the body over.

- What's that by her head?
- I don't know.

- A bullet?
- Yeah.

A funky-Iooking wadcutter.

Al...

It was a very nice retirement party,
wasn't it?

It was really nice.

- A lot of love. A lot of love.
- What?

- I feel proud.
- You should.

You know.

What Granger said was...

...very touching.

Very touching! Careful!

It's all right. I'm all right...

Thank you.

Al... I don't wanna go.

It's late. You gotta get some sleep.

No, no! I mean... retire!

I got... I got good years yet.

Why did the bosses squeeze me out?
Why?

- Give me your keys.
- The keys...

Get some sleep. Come on!

Barnfather,
that little college-educated snot!

He wants to streamline the unit.

What the hell does he know?

He's never been on the street.
He doesn't know what it takes.

Forget about it.

- You want a drink?
- No.

And neither do you.
Go upstairs and get some sleep.

Why?

All I gotta do tomorrow is...
clear out my desk.

You're next, you know?

He's gonna stick it to you

the same way he stuck to me.

Probably.

You know, there's a city forestry crew
working out here today.

- Maybe they saw something.
- Wait a minute.

You're serious? We're gonna
investigate the death of this dog?

I'm the primary.
I'm gonna put this case down.

No, Frank! It is a dog, A dog!

We are Homicide,
from the latin homos, meaning human.

Dead thinking humans,
that's what we do.

I'm gonna investigate this case
by the numbers.

You wanna drop out?
Go ahead. I'm not your keeper.

- Oh, I get it.
- Get what?

- It's OK, Frank. No need to explain.
- What?

You trying to show me up
in front of Giardello.

- For God's sake!
- You've proven your point.

Let's investigate the doggy death.
I'm so impressed!

Detective Pembleton?
I'm John Kuehn, Canine Squad.

He... He was my partner.

He wasn't a hero. He had no citations,
but he was a great dog.

A good dependable partner.

Blue collar all the way.
No fancy dog food.

He liked rice crispies and eggs
mixed together.

He gave the taxpayer
an honest lifetime of work.

He was a good citizen.

- How was his health?
- Good. No worms or nothing.

- Did he... have any enemies?
- Huh?

- Anybody who might want him dead?
- No!

Didn't pee on somebody's leg
or dig up some old lady's rosebush,

maybe take a bite
out of someone's six year old?

No, he didn't have an enemy
in the world.

Except maybe the Pekinese next door.

Well, the Pekinese...

When did you last see him alive?

Last night. He snuck out
the back window of the house.

- Are you gonna have to do an autopsy?
- Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Poor Jake...

The dog's name was Jake?

- What have we got here?
- Family of the deceased.

- Send them to Central for Q and A.
- They've been already.

- You family?
- Yes, I'm the daughter.

- That's my mother in there.
- Detective Howard, Homicide.

I'd like to ask you about your mum.

What's going on?
This is a crime scene.

Don't worry about it.

- What are they doing?
- Common sense.

Word on the street gets out
Ida Mae is dead,

every burglar will suck the place dry
five minutes after we leave.

What's a TV like that worth for?
Two grand?

I'd have to work for five years
to afford that.

Schanne, we gotta get another job!

No, no! Mummy!

Mummy, no!

Mummy, don't go.
Please don't go!

Mummy!

- Mr Johnson...
- Call me Pony.

My real name's Aloysius.

Ida Mae's daughter told us
that you and Ida Mae were an item?

I heard about Ida Mae on the street.

Then my wife gets phone calls saying
I had something going with Ida Mae.

You're trying to get me
into trouble or what?

- Do you own a.38?
- What? Why?

So you do own one.

I'm talking about you bothering my wife.

- You want your rights read to you?
- Hold on!

Am I a suspect?

I ain't got nothing to do
with Ida Mae and her killer.

You deal drugs. Ida Mae helped you.

- We have witnesses.
- I gave her stuff to hold for me.

- She never knew what they were.
- So you admit you deal drugs.

In today's economy, you bet!

When there's seven percent
unemployment

in your white collar lace hangers
up in Montgomery County.

If the white collar boys are tapped out,
what's up for me?

A round of golf at the country club?

Right! But I'd be carrying the bags
and for what?

Three bucks an hour?

In times like these,
jail doesn't scare me or anyone else.

Your gun, bring it to us.
We wanna take a look at it.

Just bring it in!
Then I'll get charged, it's not registered.

You won't get charged.
You have my word.

I trust you.

- Did you just wink at me?
- Oh, sorry! Speck in my eye.

Where is the gun?

I keep it at my girlfriend's house.

- We didn't recover a gun at the scene.
- No, my other girlfriend!

Let me see if I got this straight.

You got a wife, you got a mistress
and you got a girlfriend?

What can I say?
I'm trying to live a timely life.

Well, Chris getting shot, the surgery
and all the complications...

it's been a nightmare.

I'm glad he's home. He's safe with me
where I can take care of him.

- Is he up and around or?
- No, he's still attached to the tubes.

He needs a monitor or something...

- I'm gonna see him.
- Sure.

- He's in the guest room.
- Oh, OK.

What do you say?

What do you say?
What do you say today?

- Who's there?
- It's me, numb-nuts.

- What are you doing here so late?
- It's the afternoon.

It's hard for me to tell.
Did you hear the good news?

- They took the catheter out.
- Congrats! I wish I was here to see that.

Now I got to use a bedpan.
But I'm not allowed to get up.

Pretty exciting stuff, huh?

You're really doing good.
That's why you left the hospital early.

- Why are his gums so red?
- Huh?

His gums.

The roof of his mouth, the back
of his throat. It's almost metallic red.

No sign of bleeding.

Oxygen deprivation caused
by poison or gassing.

- Frank?
- Yeah?

You mean that Jake was poisoned?

- Yeah.
- Oh, great!

- So this really is a murder?
- Yeah!

- Miss Kennedy...
- Latoya.

- Do you know Pony Johnson?
- I do.

- He mentioned you might stop by.
- He did, huh?

- We have no secrets.
- You know he has a wife?

As I said, we have no secrets.

- You know a William Lyness?
- No.

Pony said you threw
a wonderful party the other night.

All my parties are wonderful.

Was this the one where someone
came by and bothered Pony?

Yes, that was a good one.

Lobster, crab, corn on the cob,

three-bean salad, angel food cake
with fresh strawberries...

So you know William Lyness? Pony said
William was the one that stopped by.

I do not know him.
I don't associate with those people.

I do know this young man came by -
nervous, jumpy.

Any drugs at this party?

This young man came by
and asked for Pony.

They stepped out for a moment,
Pony came back about a minute later.

This ring is my mother's.

She was a model
in Paris way, way back.

What time did
this "young man" come by?

It's impolite for a hostess
to watch a clock.

- Midnight? After midnight? Before?
- I can't say.

- Everyone was having a good time.
- I'll bet.

So Pony steps out
for just a minute or two.

- He never left the house after that?
- That's right.

- Pony spent the entire night with you?
- He did.

- Are you sure?
- I should know if I had sex or not.

Of course she would.

Do you enjoy the film noir genre?
You know...

Godard, black and white?

Film noir, where the film's grainy
and you can't figure out what's going on?

Yeah, I do enjoy those.

You surprise me.

I do love Pony, but...

...sometimes someone else strikes me
as being a bit more...

...interesting at the moment.

Oh, yeah, I know what you mean.

"Living a timely life."

Jake, what kind of name is that
for a dog? Especially a police dog.

No, Jake is a good name. It's an
easy name for a dog to respond to.

No, a dog should be named... Rex.

Rex? That's original.

I had an Irish Setter,
her name was Molly.

- What a stupid dog, Irish Setter!
- Molly was a beautiful dog.

Don't get me wrong, Irish Setters
are nice to look at, but psycho.

They're flighty, red-haired screwballs.

- The "I love Lucy's" of the dog world.
- How would you know?

You're from New York City,
so you're an expert on everything?

I know my dogs.
Irish Setters are not smart dogs.

Too much inbreeding. Tiny brain.

Let me guess what dog you had.
You had a...

...pit-bull!

You are like millions
of other New Yorkers.

Pit-bull, that's the best choice for you.

They're a bunch of overweight piranhas
with bad hairdos.

That's New York in a nutshell!

I owned a Komondor. You with Molly,
you wouldn't have a clue.

A Komondor? One of those
foul-smelling sheep dogs from Hungary?

You want me to be impressed?

Compared with an Irish Setter,
my dog is a genius.

Genius?
And this genius's name was Rex.

Rex enjoyed city living very much.

Of course when he bit the postman,
my parents put him to sleep.

No, no...

- What?
- It would be too easy.

- What?
- Just a thought...

Pure carbon monoxide, dead dog.
An investigation involving an animal.

Which particular city agency
is noticeable by their absence?

- Animal Control. No...
- Yeah! They have the gas.

Why gas Jake?
He's got tags.

- Let's go and ask.
- Why dump a dog in a park?

And why didn't they remove
his police tags?

Let's go and ask.

Did you see this?
A nun won the lottery.

A 71 -year-old nun wins a million dollars.
She's going to donate to an order.

Where is he?

I'm really happy for her cos,
you know,

if nuns had a million dollars
they'd do a lot of good work. I'm so glad.

Carol said she'd be here at twelve
o'clock and it's twelve, so she's late.

She's always late.
I'm sure she's got a good excuse.

She always has a good excuse.
She's lost her car keys or whatever.

Relax, Big Man.

What if we get a call,
we have to leave and we miss them?

"A guy in Kentucky was charged
with drunk driving."

- So?
- A horse!

- He was driving a hearse?
- A horse!

"He's challenging the law because
a horse is a non-motorised vehicle.

"'She's got a mind of her own' he said,
about his two-year-old horse, Gladys.

"'I don't think a vehicle has a mind."'
That makes two of you, Mr Ziegler.

This was a mistake.

Carol's son is visiting,
so she tells him about me.

Tells him I'm a cop,
the kid wants to ride with us.

Why did I say yes to that?

You're snorkelling his mum,
you have to do whatever he says.

- Is he a nice kid?
- Yeah, I mean I guess.

I only met him over the phone.

You mean I get to witness
this historic meeting?

Sure if I don't get you first.

Whoa! "Under Kentucky's
new drunk-driving law,

"they've charged,
besides Ziegler and the horse,

"two people on bicycles and..." Are
you ready? "...a man in a wheelchair."

You're under arrest, drunk and disabled.
That's it, I'm moving to Kentucky!

Here they are!

- Hi, Stanley.
- Hey.

Er... this is Danny.

- Hey, Danny. How are you doing?
- Hey.

- So?
- That's a cool gun.

- Oh...
- Can I hold it?

Let him hold it, man.

Ah...

Chris, you're not listening to me.

Boston Corbett shot John Wilkes Booth
right through the slat at the Garrett Farm.

So he said.

There were witnesses,
the whole platoon!

Yeah, all of them would share a reward
if they agreed to the story.

- It was the wrong angle to hit Booth.
- You're saying Booth shot himself?

He vowed he'd never been taken alive.
Didn't wanna face the public humiliation.

Ah, get me up!

- Hey, you've got tubes on you.
- Take me to the toilet.

- I'll get Eva.
- Come on, Crosetti!

- I can't do it.
- Please!

- Here, use the bedpan!
- No!

- Oh, God!
- Take it easy.

- I'll go get Eva.
- Don't! Just get out of here.

What's wrong with you?

Get out of here!
I don't want you to see me like this.

What are you so worried about?
It's a natural thing.

Don't tell Eva.

- She thinks I'm getting better.
- You are.

Then why am I lying in my own crap?

Don't touch anything!

I can't tell Eva, I can't touch anything.
Who will? Come on!

Crosetti! I don't want you here
seeing me like this.

I'm like an infant.
I'm not a man anymore. It's disgusting!

You would do the same thing for me,
wouldn't you?

Huh?

Let's take your clothes off.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry, pal.

"Dig for the Oyster, Dive for the Clam."
Are you in mood for a square dance?

Do it with Howard, she loves to lead.

- What have you got?
- You know that bullet you found?

- That wadcutter?
- Mm-hm?

I found that bullet's evil twin buried
in an old lady's forehead last night.

- The two murders are related?
- You tell me.

Mine was sliced up and tortured
just like yours.

- What's the name on it?
- Alexandra Lyness.

It said Lyness, right?

We've got a Lyness in the Keene case.

William Lyness.
Friend of Pony Johnson's.

- Business associates.
- Swing your partner, do si do.

This really oldie-Iooking one, that's North
Western division. That's been torn down.

Down here, the Western Division.
That's where I started out.

- Uh-huh...
- Yeah, they tore that one down too.

- Anybody ever jumped off this balcony?
- What?

Did you ever have a killer
that you were just about to put him away

and who made a break for it,
ran out of these doors,

and jumped off the balcony? He's dead!

Hey, hey...

- Cool, man! Did it ever happen?
- No, no...

We got a call.
Barney street. Shooting.

- OK.
- Oh, that's cool. Let's do it, man!

That's gonna be fresh.

- Did he say it's gonna be fresh?
- Fresh!

- What does that mean?
- It means neatokeen.

Neatokeen. I'm so glad
you understand these things.

Look at all these dogs.

- What a misery!
- If I look at them, I might fall in love.

Hello, hel-Io!

If you're here for your dog,
find it yourself.

- As you can see, I'm a bit short-handed.
- We're police.

- You're the person in charge?
- I'm the only person.

- So I guess I'm in charge. I'm Penny.
- Hi, Penny.

We're investigating the death of a police
dog found in the Druid Hill Mansion area.

Oh, yeah. I was called about that.

Didn't make it out there though.
That was last night, right?

The city examiner is determined
that this particular dog,

which was well loved in this community,
was murdered.

- Murdered?
- Mm-hm.

Do you still use pure carbon monoxide
to gas the unclaimed dogs?

Yeah, it's the most cost-effective.

Once upon a time, the killing of
a city-owned animal was manslaughter.

Now it has been reduced
to a misdemeanour.

That carries a maximum of 364 days
in jail and a 1,000-dollar fine.

I don't know anything
about any police dog.

Picking up strays, doing your job.
Maybe this police dog got mixed up.

Maybe you forgot to check his tags.

You're on duty alone here.
It could be too much sometimes.

We have a city forestry crew
which places

a young blonde woman with a pony tail
driving through the Mansion area.

These guys got a particularly good look
because, with their low-class manner,

they gave this young blonde a few
invitations to social and tribal rituals

to which she responded
with an emphatic middle finger salute.

And if I could have, I would have gassed
these tree-trimming morons.

I don't know how I did it but I did.

Then I panicked
and dumped the dog in the park.

So what are we gonna do, Penny?

Well... if you have to take me in now,

at least help me set them up
with their evening meals.

Otherwise, they'll start to turn
on each other.

Open up, police!

Police, open up now!

Outside, honey.

- Police, police.
- Freeze!

I have a search and seizure warrant
for the residence of William Lyness.

- Is William home?
- Not for days.

- This says we can search the house.
- Uh-huh...

- You're William's father?
- Yeah.

- You're Alexandra Lyness' husband?
- After over 20 years, God rest her soul.

Now William, he just comes and goes.

He's got mean and nasty friends, so I try
to evaporate whenever he's around.

I don't hear nothing.
I don't see nothing.

I just try to do right
by raising his little girl.

- What's your name, sir?
- Henry Lyness.

Lewis, grab your side.

Hey, hey, hey...

- Felton...
- Yeah.

No sign of blood residue.
It's clean.

Hey, here we go.
Same aspect with wadcutter.

Bingo!

When we get to the crime scene, Danny,
you stay in the car till we secure it.

And I wanna check how gruesome
it's gonna be.

Don't worry about me, Stan.

Mum and Dad are medical examiners.
I grew up surrounded by body parts.

- Your dad's an ME too?
- In Seattle, where I live half the year.

They met at an ME convention.

Dad convinced Mum to leave Australia
and come to the States.

- Will you follow the family footsteps?
- No, man. I'm not into that.

- What do you wanna be?
- A drummer.

Or Secretary of the Interior.

- What?
- Will you lighten up, Stan?

Oh, yes!

All right!

Danny?

Anybody know this man?
Anybody talk to him?

He was 10-7 when we got here.

- 10-7?
- That's code for out of service.

Hold my hand.

- Anybody go through his pockets?
- Not yet.

Watch for needles, Stan!

No wallet in the front.
I'm gonna wait for the ME to flip him.

- You called the ME, right?
- They're on their way.

- How many times was he hit?
- Twice.

Once in the head,
once in the back, so far.

There is a good possibility that both
wounds were caused by a single bullet.

- Nice try.
- I worked for the Warren commission.

Munch, come on!

It'd be so cool to off someone
and get away with it.

- I'm sorry?
- Kill somebody and get away with it.

If I ride with you a couple of weeks,
I bet you

I'll figure out who killed this body.

Danny, look, I want you
sitting in the back of the car.

He's just a kid.

Everybody's been really great,
you know.

My boss said he'd keep my job for me

but I'm thinking I should quit.

Chris will need a lot of care.

You've got time
to make a decision like that.

You know, I almost didn't marry Chris.

We met before he went to the Academy

and I wasn't crazy about him being a cop
cos of my dad.

- Your dad was a good cop.
- I was six-years-old.

I didn't care much
about him being a good cop.

We've been trying to have a kid,
me and Chris, for about three years.

We finally went to the doctor
and got checked out.

- He said it'd take a miracle.
- I didn't know. I'm sorry.

If Chris is blind, maybe it's for the best.

Everything happens for the best.

I'm pregnant.

Jake chose the wrong night
to sneak up the back window.

I knew he was mixing it up
with the neighbourhood bitches.

He was always more hound dog
than he was German shepherd.

It's a bit embarrassing. He didn't die
in the line of duty but cos he was horny.

I'm gonna go in the middle
and scatter his ashes.

He really loved the water.

Maybe he was part Cocker Spaniel.

Did Jake like kids?

He wasn't nuts about them,
but he'd make his exceptions.

What's the matter?

Are you thinking about Molly?

Adena Watson.

You know, life would be perfect...

...if it was only kids and dogs.

My guess, Ida Mae and Alexandra
Lyness were killed by Pony Johnson.

Why don't you think Lyness did it?

Meldrick said William loved his mother.
You saw the morgue photos.

The kid would have to have ice
in his veins to torture his mum that way.

We can offer William to be
either a witness or a suspect.

Sounds good.

I gotta call my wife.
We have marriage counselling tonight.

- This is an excuse to get out of it.
- It's not helping?

As far as I can tell, no.

The other day, she says to me,
"I think you love Kay Howard."

It gets better.

Then she says to me, "You spend
more time with Kay than with me.

"And when you're with me,
all you do is talk about Kay."

You do?

She asks me how my day went, I tell her
and she starts screaming at me.

So I said, "I am not in love with Kay.

"I'm not even remotely attracted to her
in any way, shape or form."

- Oh, really?
- I mean, I got her off my case.

Beau!

I'm not asking you because I want you
to be attracted to me but... you're not?

- Run that by me again.
- Why don't you find me attractive?

I didn't mean it that way.
I wanted to prove a point to my wife.

Kay, you're my partner and my friend.
Of course I love you.

Answer my question.
Do you find me attractive?

- Come on, Howie.
- Howie, that's a guy's name.

- Do you think I'm a guy?
- A guy? No!

So I'm asking you.

My friend, my partner, huh?

Do you think I'm sexy?

Kay...

From the beginning,
we had an agreement,

an unspoken agreement that we...

- You know...
- What?

We wouldn't think about things like that.
So I don't...

- OK?
- OK.

- Hey Chris, you asleep?
- No.

Eva tells me that...

...she told you
that she was gonna have your baby

and you got angry.

I should have died
on that operating table or in the street.

- What was I thinking, trying to hold on?
- Stop it or I'll smack you one.

When was the last time
you had to lie in your diarrhoea?

I don't wanna...
I don't want to hear the self-pity crap.

Man, how can I be a father?

You'll be a great father.

I won't be able to see my baby's face.

Yeah, well...
A lot of parents are blind, Chris.

Some cos they can't see,
some cos they don't wanna see.

Spare me the fortune cookie philosophy!

All you have to do is hold tight so that
the baby knows that you are there.

Skin to skin.

That's all. That's all any baby needs.

And the rest of it, blind or not...

...you deal.

Capisci?

Ca-pish.

Ca-pish?

Only a white person says it that way.
It's capisci!

- Capisci!
- Capisci!

Stan...

Stan, the man!

So you and my mum
seem to be getting pretty...

you know, getting serious.

As the man of the house,
I should ask you a few questions, OK?

Oh yeah. Sure!

What's your yearly income?

Er... 32,000.

OK. Why do you think
your marriage just like... died on you?

- I, er...
- We'll get as personal as you need to.

- Were you afraid of commitment or...
- I don't, er...

It's none of your business.

OK. I heard that, I heard that.

OK, that's cool.

How about you and my mum?
How are you together?

We get along great.
We're doing fine.

We had a little fight when we met
but since then we're fine.

Man, in bed!
How are you in bed?

When her and my dad used to do it,
they would rattle through floorboards.

- It was...
- It's your mum we're talking about.

Yeah, my mum. Right.

But she has her needs
just like everybody else.

I just wanna make sure
she's living up to her full potential.

So do you, Stan?

You make her scream?

Yeah, Stan. Do you make her scream?

Do you? Do you?

I'm taking you back to your mother.

It's a legitimate question.

Stanley...

- I'm sorry you don't like Danny.
- No, no, look...

He's a swell kid, he is.
He's swell but...

What? What then?

Who am I to criticise?
I've never raised a kid or been a parent.

You're so damn infuriating!
You never say what you mean.

You never come right out
and say what you mean.

Now, say what you mean, Stanley.

I think your kid has got a screw loose.

Something's the matter with him up here.

He's got... weird ideas, twisted values.

He's just a boy for God's sake.

You're right. See? No, you're right.
OK? I gotta go.

Stanley!

Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?

OK, William.

Take a look at these pictures.

You recognise your own mother?

A couple of uniforms picked him up
at a raid in a rock house.

I'm convinced he didn't do it
but he's not saying anything.

He won't give us Pony Johnson,
that's for sure.

Three quick cuts under the neck,
then three more under her jaw,

then her left cheek.

Then down across her chin, five cuts.

Then her right cheek, ten cuts!

Did you know Ida Mae Keene?

Look here. Look.

The same cuts on her neck
and her cheek.

That's from the same knife, brother.
Take a look, come on.

Take a look.

You didn't kill your mother,
did you, William?

- No.
- Hmm?

No.

- I just gave him the bullets.
- Who?

- Look, he wanted six wadcutters.
- Who?

Pony Johnson.

Why would Pony Johnson
want to kill your mother?

I had some fives and dimes of rock,
ready and bagged for business.

And my mama took it away from me.

So I went to Pony's girl's place
to tell Pony I messed up.

Pony gets his gun
and yells at me to give him six bullets.

I thought he was gonna cap me,

but no, he says
he's gonna get his dope back.

He says he's just gonna
threaten my mum.

Pony goes to your mum's house
to collect his rock

and she tells him to kiss it,

cos she doesn't want Pony
messing around with her boy, right?

I don't know. I wasn't there.

You were, cos Pony didn't know
where your mother lived.

- You took him there.
- I told him where.

Why would he trust you? You lost
his dope. He's taking you with him.

I just gave him the bullets.
That's all.

You want us to believe
you were sitting outside in the car?

I wasn't in the room.

- You took him to Ida Mae's house too?
- No, man!

Pony comes out of my mama's house
and he's all jacked out.

He gets in the car
and he drives away by himself.

I don't know where he was going.

So you were there, William.

- Did you see if your mum was OK?
- I couldn't.

- Pony told me to go home.
- Pony told you?

Pony tells you to give him six bullets,
drive him to your mum's house

and sit out in the car.
Don't hear or think anything.

She was your mother, William!
Your mother!

She tries to help you and you sit
and listen to hear scream for help?

- For you?
- Kay.

- I couldn't go.
- I wanna know!

I wanna know what it is to sit in a car
and listen to your mum scream for help.

She screamed your name, didn't she?

Johnson tells you to sit in the car.

You drove him there, you sit in the car,
you won't do hell about it and you don't!

You sit and listen
to your own mother die!

I bet she was relieved when
she finally got the bullet in her brain.

I'm sorry...

Who are you crying for, William?
You've got no right to those tears.

I'm sorry!

Entrare.

- Alberto!
- Paisan.

I've got a present for you.

What?

- I remember this day.
- Yeah.

OK, I'm outta here.

- I'll give you a call.
- No, you won't.

Oh, you'll want to but you'll be busy.

You'll say, "I'll call tomorrow.

"Er... I'll call at the weekend.

"Next week, for sure!"

Take care.

Paisan.

Let me buy you some pasta.

I thought you'd never ask.

I know a little place
not far from here.

Spaghetti!

Ah! Fettuccine, home-made wine...

- Yes!
- This is living!

Yeah!

- This is it, right here.
- What?

The dividing line between Little Italy
and Perkins Homes.

My two homes.

My father came from here,
my mother from there.

I used to sit on this spot and listen

to Italian being spoken to jive,

to the music.

The air was always filled with music.

The hurdy-gurdy men
with their street pianos and fiddles.

Billie Holiday, Eubie Blake...

All different sounds but they all seemed
to come together... somehow.

They sure sounded good to me.

I don't hear it anymore, Jimmy.

All I hear is the same dull sound,

the same dull beating sound.

Constant, unending.

Bam, bam, bam, bam...

Yet...

what can we do except try to get it back,
try to get...

the music back?

I don't know.

Maybe we move on.

Move on?

Have a good life, my friend.

Paisan.

Fai bene uno con la vita.

Fai una buona vita.