All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S03E11 - Burnin Love (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

It's too close for comfort.
I'm living right next door.

It's like the fourth time

we've had fires in this block,
but never this close.

This is ridiculous.

Hmm, you know, when I woke up,

- I thought I was choking to death.
- Hmm.

- Excuse me.
- You been inside yet?

Just got here.

- Got a body in the basement. Burnt.
- You know who lives here?

Supposed to be vacant.

At least, that's what the guy
next door says.

That's him there.

- Name's, um, Paul Dunbar.
- This guy?

- Yeah.
- Mr. Dunbar,

can we talk to you a second here?

What went on here?

I woke up smelling smoke,
so I came outside.

It was coming out of
the basement over here.

They keep a window open a few inches

- and smoke was coming out.
- You know the owner?

Yeah. She's been living in Queens
with her son about a year or so.

Nobody lives here now.

If there's a body in there,
I don't know whose it can be.

Listen, did you, uh, notice any activity,
see anybody go in or out?

Not a thing.

Just Mrs. Krause's son comes
over every couple of months.

- Can you give us his address?
- Yeah. I'll go get it.

All right. We're gonna go
inside. Get the address off this guy,

- all right?
- Okay.

Oh, man. It stinks of gasoline.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

- How's it going, Vince?
- Holding my own.

This woman got torched.

- Is that duct tape?
- Yeah. The eyes and the mouth.

- Not tied up though.
- Not now anyway.

There's no jewelry.
No, we gotta get the Crime Scene unit

to bag her hands.

I don't think her back is burned.

Look at this.

- What?
- Tattoo.

- Where?
- Right here. A blue unicorn.

Well, a unicorn means something.

- What?
- Damned if I know.

Vince, it means that we stand
half a chance of getting her identified.

A decent arsonist would turn his nose up

at this one.

He puts the gas on,
lights a fire and runs,

the fire sputters out
on the concrete floor.

You get amateurs
in every occupation, I guess.

Hey, Greg?

Yeah, uh, Narcotics is running a wiretap.

Picked up there's a contract
on Floyd Gates. Good News Gates?

- Oh, the numbers guy.
- Yeah.

Uh. Apparently there's a drug dealer
named Woodrow, has a hit out on him.

- Narcotics know what it's about?
- Not a clue.

But you know the drill. Proceeds of a tap.
Gotta warn Gates, offer him protection.

- Yeah. They got a detail going on him?
- Well, double shift in it, if you want.

Sure, I'll... I'll do a double shift.
But the cot in the upstairs dorm

- is not exactly the Waldorf.
- No improvements on that front, huh?

Eh.

I go back for a few days

and tolerable intervals get shorter
and shorter.

Yeah. Sorry to hear about that.

Okay, here's where Gates lives.

Yeah, I'll get up there right away.

- Thanks for the overtime, Lieu.
- Yeah.

All right. Thanks very much. Thanks.

- So, where are you on your DOA?
- I just talked to the woman

who owns the house.
Place got burglarized a few months ago.

Yeah, well, that could explain
no forced entry.

Maybe the burglar found a key
when he was in there before.

Yeah, and I also reached out
to the, uh, to the owner's son.

He's on his way to work now,
but he'll call back.

Excuse me.

Missing Persons put me with McNeil
over at the 19th.

He's working a 20-year-old white girl.
She's been missing for three days.

I called over there,
and just missed the father.

He's on the way over to the apartment.

He's got some handbills printed
up with her picture.

He's got some handbills printed
up with her picture.

He's canvassing the neighborhood.

- Got an address on the daughter?
- Yeah, we can catch him over there.

Gentlemen, I spoke to my wife.

"A unicorn's a mythological creature,

"with the body parts
of a bunch of different animals,

"a lion's tail, so forth. And a big horn,
in the middle of its head."

- Good, Vince. Thanks.
- Yeah. That's all right, Bobby.

Take care.

So, should we go see this guy
or follow up that mythological angle?

- Hey. Greg Medavoy, 15th Squad.
- Yeah. Detective Elkins, 25 Squad.

Taking a break.
They've been playing cards all night.

That's Detective Grimes.
He started the detail with me.

He's gonna do a double. Okay?

- Yeah, okay.
- Here's Detective Greg Medavoy.

He's gonna replace me.
Medavoy, this is Mr. Floyd Gates.

- Morning.
- Hey.

Uh. Do you have any, uh,
security devices that I should

familiarize myself with?

Just a burglar alarm. It's off.
You know, if you want to,

you can just call me Good News.

Okay, Good News.

- Shouldn't the alarm be on?
- We don't need no burglar alarm.

We got you.

Uh-oh.

Who is it?

- Louis!
- And Delmar!

Let them in.

Whoa! You're a white dude.
All right.

- My brother, my brother!
- You still in one piece!

- Hey, alive and kickin'.
- All right.

This is Greg. He's protection
from the police department.

- How you doing, man?
- Hi.

- Hey, I'm taking off, all right?
- Hey.

- It's all yours, Medavoy.
- Okay.

Thanks, Will. Come back and see me.

- Yeah.
- Take care of yourself.

Let's get this game going before
you get your big ass shot full of holes.

Aye, man! Wake up!

Come on! Wake up, wake up! Get up! Get up!

Give him somethin'
to drink, Delmar.

Hey, Verdis,
you want somethin', bro?

- Yeah. Give me a shot of that.
- All right.

Come on, Greg. Get in the game.
Get in the game.

Uh. I think I better stick
to business, Mr. Gates.

What do you think of that sucker
putting a contract out on Good News?

Yeah. Wasn't that a hell of a thing?

- You know what it was about?
- Eh, I don't know what it's about.

Good News, you know what it's about?

That dope-dealing fool, Woodrow.

- Huh.
- He got something against me.

But the police gonna
protect my ass. Right, Greg?

So, that borough gave you his name, huh?

Well, they had to tell me who
to look out for.

Come on, Greg.
Sit down and play a hand.

Well...

Deal him in.

Would you take one
of these for me? Thank you.

Ma'am, would you take one of these?
Thank you very much.

- Uh, do you know this girl?
- No.

Would you take that with you?
Here, here, here. Take it.

- Mr. Garabedian?
- Yeah?

Detective Sipowicz, 15th Squad.

This is Detective Simone.

What squad is that?
I've been talking

with a Detective McNeil.

Yeah. He gave us your name, sir.
Uh. We wanted to ask you a few questions.

My daughter's missing.

Does your daughter have any
distinguishing marks on her?

Well, it says a scar on the back
of her right calf.

- A dog bit her when she was eight.
- How about a tattoo, Mr. Garabedian?

- That kind of thing.
- No. No tattoo.

Why? Did you find a girl with a tattoo?

- Yeah. Uh-huh.
- What was her condition?

We found a body in a fire.
She was in her early twenties.

- She had a small tattoo...
- Take one of these?

Of a unicorn on the back
of her right shoulder.

Uh. No. That wouldn't be Angie.

Who's that kid?

- Thank you.
- Uh, he's helping me.

Him and his wife were staying
with my daughter the last week.

- They're students? Working people?
- Uh. His wife, Lisa, has a job.

Johnny, he stays home with the baby.
Lisa grew up with Angie, uh,

they were getting some repairs done
on their apartment and, uh,

Angie let them stay with her.

Excuse me.

- Can I see one of those?
- Yeah. Here's one in color.

Mr. Garabedian, uh, you'd know
if your daughter had a tattoo, right?

Absolutely. Yes.

- Your name Johnny?
- Yes. Johnny Arcotti.

My name's Simone. So, you're helping out

- Mr. Garabedian here, huh?
- Yeah.

Angie's been missing
for three days now, you know?

We're getting kinda worried about her.
My wife and her, they grew up together.

I'm wondering, do you know
if Angie had any, uh,

sort of markings on her or?

Her dad said she didn't, but uh,

you know, sometimes a father
might not know.

What, like a tattoo
or something like that?

Yeah, exactly.

Yeah, she had a tattoo.
It was of a... a unicorn.

She did, huh? Andy.

Yeah. You see Legend?
You know, the movie with Tom Cruise?

- No. W... where's this tattoo?
- It was on her shoulder.

Right. W... we need to talk
to Mr. Garabedian some more.

But I wanna talk
to you some more too, huh?

It's his daughter.
He's just pegged the tattoo.

Son of a bitch.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Garabedian, uh,

there's a chance your daughter's
involved in this case we're working on.

What makes you say that?

Sir, is there any way that
we can possibly access

- your daughter's dental records?
- Why would you need them?

Just to see if there's discrepancies
with regards to the case

that we're working on now. You know,
just to stay on the safe side.

I... I don't understand.

What's the point
if she didn't have that tattoo?

Well, uh, Johnny here seems
to think that it's possible that she did.

No. No. I was close with my daughter.

No, Mr. Garabedian. She did have a tattoo.

It was of a unicorn.
It was on her shoulder.

Oh, my God.

All right, well. We'll take it one step
at a time. We'll look for dental records.

- Uh, our lawyer's Gerald Fleishmann.
- Sir, her dentist?

Uh. Right, uh, dentist. Columbus Avenue.
He would have her records.

- There still could be some discrepancy.
- Absolutely. Absolutely.

Just, let's take it one step at a time.

Right.

Lieu?

Yeah?

That girl missing in the 19th?
That's gonna be our DOA.

- Can we make an I.D.?
- Her father just got us

her dental records. Andy's running them
over to the morgue.

- Uh. The father got any ideas?
- Well, this guy wasn't ready

for that kind of conversation.
He had been up for two days.

Just about hysterical, fighting
off that it could be her, y'know?

- So, he's, uh, waiting to hear at home.
- Who's that?

Friend of family. Him and his wife
were staying at the DOA's apartment.

Why's that?

Uh. They were getting
their place fixed up.

Okay.

- James?
- Yeah.

Do me a favor? Can you run
this guy, Johnny, through BCI for me?

- Okay, no problem.
- Thanks.

Oh, I'm not gonna swear by that, John.

That's all right. Just as long
as it's got caffeine in it, y'know?

Well, couple hours into the shift,
y'know, it starts getting a little ripe.

Yeah.
I'm just trying to think. I mean, who...

- who could've done this to her, y'know?
- You figure this girl we found,

- uh, could be Angie, huh?
- Well, yeah,

I mean definitely
by what you said, the, uh, the tattoo.

Yeah. I think you're probably right.

You know, there was this guy...
this Russian guy,

Angie went to Virginia
with him a couple weeks ago.

I mean, he was giving her
pretty hard times. I remembered Angie,

A... Angie called up Lisa and said
the guy was... y'know, pushing on her.

- She say what it was about?
- Yeah, I think sex.

'Cause she wasn't sleeping
with him on the trip.

Well, do you know if he, uh,
he put hands on her at all?

No, I don't... I mean, I don't know.

I mean, I do know that they did
come back a day early, though.

- Huh.
- And then, like a week ago, this guy...

Dimitri! He came over.
And he... he was really drunk,

and Angie started to freak out.
Because he took his shirt off

and the guy, he went out and he got...

got her name and a unicorn
tattooed right on his arm.

So, what happened
when Angie freaked out?

Yeah well, y'know, we drank a few beers,
and y'know, I mean she...

She did finally tell him to leave.

- Anyone doing drugs?
- Nah.

Come on, John.
I'm working a homicide here.

No one's gonna get hassled
for their party habits, y'know?

I'm just looking to get a clear picture
of this, uh... Dimitri, right?

Yeah, no, I... I understand. I'm just...

Okay, I wouldn't be surprised
if the guy smoked some pot, but he just

didn't do it in front of me.

So, uh, so you're thinking then that
this guy, he could've harmed Angie, huh?

Oh, yeah. No, definitely.
I mean, this guy?

I mean, he was definitely
a strange guy.

- You know where we could find this guy?
- Well, you could check her address book.

Dimitri.

Dimitri, uh...

Any idea of the last name?

Like Golf. Golf. Something like that.

I think it's G-O-L-O...

F-F.

Two F's. Thanks.

Yeah, Johnny, uh, I was holding
off talking to Mr. Garabedian

til we were sure about Angie.
But I really appreciate your help, man.

Yeah. I mean, so you guys,
y'know, you find anything out

- that could help you at the scene?
- I'm not supposed to say, John.

Yeah.

Yeah, but y'know, between me and you,
you've been real helpful here at...

There were some fingerprints
that we lifted from the crime scene.

- That's good, right?
- Yeah.

- All right.
- But that's in confidence.

Yeah. No, I understand.

Okay. Thanks for the information.

You ever been in trouble yourself?

- No.
- Oh. I wouldn't think so.

And, uh, when she gets a chance,
we can talk to your wife? Is it Lisa?

Yeah, Lisa. She's working now.

Uh, Johnny, who's taking care
of your baby?

Uh. She took it to work. I was handing
out the leaflets, y'know?

- Uh-huh. All right. Take care.
- All right.

Our Johnny took collars
for a grand larceny,

auto and soliciting for a minor.
Pimped a 15-year-old girl.

- How's it going? Those records match?
- It was her. These assholes.

She had carbon in her lungs.
I gotta call the girl's father.

She was alive when they set her on fire.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, we gotta look at a Dimitri Goloff.

Uh. Mr. Garabedian?
This is Detective Sipowicz.

Deal a brother a hand, man.

Come on, Gregory. Give us some cards here.

Do not fool around.

- We are card players here.
- Right.

- Hey, Greg.
- Let's see.

How long you figure the department
will be willing to protect me like this?

Ah, as long as it takes, I guess.

This could be a very long card game.

Pretty soon we gonna need
some women up in here.

- Get one for Greg too.
- Right!

- Yeah!
- What kind you like, Greg?

You like 'em with a little meat on
the bones? A little thunder in the thighs?

How about...

Wandell!

How about it, Greg?
Want me to give her a call?

Nah, nah, let's...
let's just leave that alone.

- You don't want no woman, man?
- Hey, guys, I'm on duty.

Yeah. What's wrong with you, Louis?

The man's on duty. He's protecting
my ass. He ain't got time for no women.

Ain't that right, Greg?

- Whoo!
- Yeah.

-Or do you wanna get you a little?

I'm working!

- Well, have a drink with us.
- Nah, I can't drink either.

But I am having a good time.

Have a seat right there, Dimitri.

- Lieu?
- Yeah?

That's the Russian.

He was warming a bar stool
across the street from his building.

DOA's father's on his way in.
And that kid you told we had prints?

Yeah, I figured if he was wrong,

it would give him
something to think about.

Yeah, his wife's coming in at 5:30.

We got a subpoena
to dump the girl's phone?

Yeah. Russell's at Telephone Security.

- Okay, cool. Thanks, Lieu.
- Okay.

You wanna sit down?

- How many drinks you had today, Dimitri?
- Two vodkas.

So, you're more or less sober,
right?

Yeah.

All right, I want you to remember
when you saw Angie Garabedian last.

What about Angie?

Did you hear what he said?
When did you see her last?

What I am here for about Angie?
She put a complaint?

That's not how it goes, Dimitri.
We ask a question, you ask a question.

When did you see this girl?

Maybe three or four nights ago.
I see her at this club, Snakes.

- Did you talk to her?
- Just hello, she don't wanna talk to me.

- Who was she with?
- A girlfriend.

Where did you go
after you left the club?

Home. Went to bed.

We heard about this little trip
that you took to Virginia with Angie.

- You two sleeping together?
- What do you want?

Who is making this complaint?

- See? That's you asking us again.
- Were you sleeping with Angie?

Couple times.

We heard that she wouldn't sleep with you.

Who is complaining on me?

- Take off your shirt.
- What?

Take it off. Come on. The shirt.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

'Cause see, I think that you were
very serious about her.

- I got drunk.
- Mm-hmm.

Angie's in the morgue, Dimitri.
We found her body this morning.

- She was murdered.
- Are you telling the truth?

If you killed her,
you'll feel better, you let it go.

What?

No, I...

I couldn't hurt Angie.

Well, maybe she did something
to hurt your feelings.

And then something happened that
you didn't mean for it to happen.

- No!
- You didn't get mad

because you couldn't have her?

No. I wasn't good enough to have her.

I don't have no class.

- Bobby, you got a second?
- Yeah.

- What's up?
- An Alex Sandoval

just got shot on Fourth.

He could be connected
with this John Arcotti.

On, uh, Johnny's pop, for that GLA.
Sandoval took the collar with him.

Put your shirt back on.

Excuse me.

- You got any witnesses?
- Over there.

She see it?

She was with him.

Keep this area clear for
emergency vehicles.

- Shot from behind.
- Yep.

So, either this is a big coincidence,

or Johnny and Alex are back in business.

John gets worried about those
fingerprints we didn't find...

- He goes out and whacks Alex.
- Let's go talk to her.

- Baby get hurt?
- Baby's okay.

That's the father's blood on the kid.

What's your name?

- It's, uh, Donna Mendoza.
- Did you see who shot him, Donna?

No. No. Alex was holding the baby.
Then he fell down on the baby,

- and I had to get him off the baby.
- You didn't get any

- kind of look at this guy?
- I don't... I don't know.

Look, I'm sorry, Donna.

I do have to ask you some questions..

- Is the baby all right?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Do you know a John Arcotti?
- No.

Maybe one of Alex's friends?

No, he don't bring his friends around.

Donna, if this wasn't an accident,

can you think of any reason why
somebody would want to do this?

He came right up behind us
and he shot Alex in the head.

I had to get him off the baby.

All right, don't look over there.
Just go inside.

Baby's cold.

- So, what is it? Romance?
- Maybe he was bangin' her.

Plus these others.
Look at this phone list.

Now, Angie gets a conscience pang,
or they beef, her and Johnny,

and she's gonna blow the whistle
to Johnny's wife.

Except Johnny decides to kill her instead.

Alex carries the kerosene
for old time's sake.

Or maybe 20 bucks.

And Johnny decides to whack Alex
'cause he could be a witness.

- How's it going?
- Hey, John.

Yeah, Lisa brought the baby to me
before she came to talk to you,

- so, I figured I... I'd come in with her.
- Yeah, sure.

- Andy, you wanna talk to Mrs. Arcotti?
- Yeah.

- Come on. We can talk down here.
- All right.

John, uh, why don't you stay with me?
I'll, uh, fill you in on what's going on.

That's okay. Go ahead, Hon.

Want something to drink?

Uh, yeah.

- Yeah. You got Coke?
- Both kinds.

- What's the baby's name?
- It's Oliver.

It's named after Lisa's, uh, grandfather.

Yeah?

- So, how's it going with the case?
- Hey, just pluggin' away, man.

Pluggin' away, huh?
No, uh... no big developments?

You know, now that you're in, John,

there is one discrepancy
that I wanted to ask you on.

Where we learned you do have a record.

Okay, yeah, I mean,
I thought about that afterwards.

But see, I wasn't sure
what you meant by that.

Well, you were collared for a GLA,
and you pimped a child prostitute.

I misunderstood,
when the area of the crime

- that you were lookin' at.
- Mm-hmm.

- Which would be an abduction-murder.
- Yeah.

I mean, okay, I mean, jackpot on the car.
That was a registration mix-up.

And the girl, I mean, there was
no way I was pimpin' her.

I mean, to look at her,
you'd think she was 20.

I mean, she had tits out to here.

- That must've been a shock for you.
- Yeah. I thought she was my girlfriend.

Turns out she's balling anything
with a pair of pants

and I'm the last to find out.

And puts a vice cop in court, I mean,
he stands up and says,

that I was soliciting him.
I'd never seen him in my life!

Wow.

- What about Dimitri?
- Oh, we talked to him, John.

- I don't think that's going anywhere.
- No, huh?

I'd forget about Dimitri. It wasn't him.

There are three calls here

from your phone
to Johnny's beeper that night.

Now, you're telling me that
Johnny's sitting there next to you,

so, you dialed him on his beeper?

Look, Johnny was home all night.
That's gotta be a mistake.

Huh. So, how about
these mistakes, Lisa? Here.

You got dozens of calls
to a Carla Leon and a Helen Slauson,

all from Angie's apartment.
All while you and Angie were working.

Now, do you know these women, huh?

Were these mutual friends
with you and Johnny?

C... Carla's someone
Johnny had a thing with,

after we first got together,
but he broke it off.

Oh. So he was just calling
to remind her it was over.

- How about Helen Slauson? Who's she?
- I don't know who that is.

The truth is, Johnny's running
from one bed to another...

while you're out working,
supporting him, Lisa.

He was home all that night!

- You know he's got a record?
- No!

Johnny was a pimp and a car thief.

As a matter of fact, one of the guys

he used to steal cars with,
got murdered today.

You know an Alex Sandoval?

Look,
I don't know any Alex.

And Johnny didn't go out that night.

All right, so, it was a coincidence?
You and Johnny being houseguests

just when Angie got kidnapped
and murdered, huh?

I gotta get back to my baby.

Who is it?

- It's Bob.
- Bob.

Let him in.

- Boxing.
- Boxing?

Man, you will lose your ass
messing around with boxing.

Not on this deal.
It's the fight of the century.

And ain't nobody thought of it but me.

Yeah, right.

Who's the fighters?

- I tell you, we split fifty-fifty.
- Okay. We partners.

Okay. It's Mike Tyson
and O.J. Simpson.

Get outta here!

Hey what are you laughing at?
We get Judge Ito to referee.

- You get Judge Ito. I'll put it on.
- All right.

How is it out there, Bob?
Anybody take a potshot at you?

- No.
- Everything quiet out there?

It's quiet now.

- All right. Whose bet is it?
- It's yours, man. Come on.

I wish you'd bet.

Shut up!

Man, hold it! I call, and I raise.

I am not gonna hear talk like this.

My daughter is not a tramp.

No one is saying anything
like that, Mr. Garabedian.

We just want your impression
of the relationship

between your daughter and John Arcotti.

Lisa was my daughter's best friend.
She's not gonna sleep

- with her best friend's husband!
- Mr. Garabedian,

with Johnny's background
and his access to your daughter,

we gotta treat him as a suspect.

Your daughter never mentioned that

he made her feel uncomfortable?
Maybe he'd made some advances?

No. She liked him!
I was happy when they moved in.

Look, I... I... I'd worried
about my daughter living alone.

And when she came to me
about Lisa and John, it was a relief.

I'd hoped that after they'd left,

- she'd want a full-time roommate.
- She asked for your permission

- for them to move in?
- I pay the rent.

I will not... not... have these people
called murderers!

I gave them permission to be there!

Bobby.

- Thanks very much, Mr. Garabedian.
- Uh...

John said, you thought, uh,
a Russian might be a suspect.

Well, we're still fitting things together.

Listen, thank you very much
for your cooperation.

Uh. Detective.

I know... I didn't know about the tattoo.
But I know my daughter was a good girl.

She would never hurt Lisa that way.

Okay, Mr. Garabedian.

Hey. This is uh, Carla Leon.
Looks like she took a beating.

How'd you do on the other one?
Helen Slauson?

- We got one other place to look.
- Yeah.

Who hit you, Carla?

You don't know who hit you?

- What you call me in here for?
- You know a John Arcotti?

Come on, Carla. Sit down. Come on.

Now, this John,
made a whole lot of phone calls

to you from this girl's apartment
who was found tied

and burned in a vacant house.

I don't know about it.

You don't know about him
making phone calls to you?

You must be in deep huh, Carla?
That lie just made you an accessory

to murder. So, you must've done
something worse than that.

That's right.

Now, were you at the scene?
'Cause, see, that surprises me.

Look, man, I don't know anything!

I tell you that, you say
it makes me a convict?

Johnny must have you
pretty afraid, doesn't he?

You could say that.

All right. Well, let's just start
with you seeing him.

- I've been dating Johnny somewhat.
- He seeing anybody else?

- I know he got other girlfriend.
- Do you know her name?

- Lisa.
- Yeah. Well, Carla, that's his wife.

You ever hear of a girl named Angie?

Yeah. The girl they moved in with
until their apartment's fixed.

Sometimes Johnny starts saying,
he's gonna make a lot of money.

It's involved with her. Her father got
a lot of money, and so forth.

Man, I just figured he... he's gonna put
Johnny in business or somethin'.

Angie's father's gonna put
Johnny in business?

Was he gonna put Alex Sandoval
in business?

'Cause you know Alex too.
Right, Carla?

He used to come up. They talked.

- Johnny and Alex'd come to your place?
- Yeah. I never paid attention

to what they were saying, man.
I couldn't follow it anyway.

It was like some kinda code
or something, y'know?

Man, I just liked Johnny.

And today I get a call from Don Brunelli,
another guy that come up.

He said Alex is dead.

Alex got shot. Like, he got his head
blown off in the... in the street.

I already seen on the TV
that that girl died.

And Johnny comes over half crazy.
I asked what happened, and he says,

"Just shut your mouth, bitch!
Shut the hell up!"

Then he hits me.

Smashes me in the face.

I locked myself in the bathroom.
He kicks the door open.

I'm like, "What are you
gettin' mad at me for?"

He says he'd better be able to trust me.

He says,
he'd better be able to trust me.

What's he gotta trust you about?

Look, all I heard him say
was the phone didn't work.

- The call must not have worked.
- Who were they calling?

Girl's father, I guess! To get the money.

- They kidnapped that girl for ransom?
- I guess so.

He said, when they made the call,
it must not have gone through.

Look, man, I don't know what he did,
but I'm scared of him.

- You know where this Don Brunelli lives?
- No.

This guy's number's on the phone dump
from Angie's apartment.

Listen, don't go home, Carla.
You got someplace else to go?

Yeah. My parents live in Jersey.

- Does Johnny know where?
- No.

All right. All right. Go stay with them.

Give us the number.

Man, I'm so scared.

Yeah, I can understand
your impatience, but, um...

Hey, fellas. Wait right there.

Uh, you'll have to bear with me
a moment, Mr. Garabedian.

All hell's breaking loose today.

I've got an urgent phone call
for one of my detectives,

and I've gotta go through
the 61's with his partner.

If you'll give me just
two minutes, I'll be right back.

Okay? Please have a seat.

This the lieutenant.

Hey, Andy. This call
just came in for you, um,

I think you gotta get back to him.
I've gotta go through your 61's.

Sarge, can I get those 61's, please?

There's no number here.

- Um, yeah. Call the weather.
- What's all this about, Lieu?

Yeah, the victim's father
came back with a lawyer

to look out for his daughter's interests.

Meanwhile, John Arcotti's
waiting upstairs to talk to you.

- Now?
- Yeah, yeah. He's pretty wired.

I don't want that father
taking this guy up there.

They may lawyer the kid up,
and then we're dead.

That's right.

- Okay. Any good on the third guy?
- Brunelli?

Mm-hmm, it's in the wind.
He cleaned out the apartment.

Uh, yeah, Sylvia, it's me. Listen,
don't say anything.

- I might talk. I might not.
- All right, but check this out, Lieu.

A, the landlord says that
this guy, Brunelli, he's six foot three.

So, the average height description
that we got

from the witnesses
on the Sandoval homicide,

I mean, that's gotta be John Arcotti,
and not this guy Brunelli.

- Yeah, hold on. I'm still here.
- Yeah, and B, Brunelli bags his trash.

He's got a 17 dollar receipt
in there from a Payless station.

Five bucks worth of gas,
12 dollars for the can.

You figure he set the fire?

All right, I... I'm saying good-bye now.
I'll call back when I understand.

Station attendant ID's all three
of the guys

off the tape from the video camera,
Johnny, Sandoval and Brunelli.

- All three of them bought the gas.
- You tell me, what kinda crooks are these?

They snatch up a girl for ransom
and never get through on the ransom call.

Yeah, but buying the gas
isn't gonna give us a conviction.

And it doesn't put them at the house.

So yeah, well,
let me work on this guy, John.

All right. I got the father.

- How are you, Mr. Garabedian?
- Detective.

Yeah, um, Detective Sipowicz
is gonna bring you up to speed

on your daughter's case, Mr. Garabedian.
The most recent developments.

- Andy Sipowicz.
- John Sawye, representing Mr. Garabedian.

I'm upset with where
it looks like you're taking this.

- What way is that?
- I mean, what happened to the Russian

- as a suspect?
- This Dimitri?

You're trying to make
John Arcotti the killer,

and I think John Arcotti is the one

who needs representation
to protect his rights.

I'm gonna give you
some background on what

we've been finding out, Mr. Garabedian,
and then you'll make your judgment.

All right? Why don't you have a seat here.
Please, sit down.

What am I doing in this room?

Well, the lieutenant must have sensed
that you were a little upset, y'know?

He put you in here so you wouldn't be
so distracted. What's going on, Johnny?

What's going on?
What's going on is... is you're trying

to break up my marriage
and involve me in crimes!

And what I attempted
was exactly the opposite!

Well what we're trying to do is figure out
what happened to Angie Garabedian.

Oh, let me tell you something.
Let me tell you some...

I have been under such strain...
such strain, you couldn't even believe it.

Now to have my wife told
that I'm a criminal.

- Well come on, let's straighten it out.
- Yeah, let's straighten this out.

Let's straighten this out right now.
You asked my wife.

You asked my wife about Alex Sandoval.
Okay, Alex Sandoval,

he came to see me, in the neighborhood
of seven to ten days ago.

Okay, now, I made a mistake in my life

three and a half years ago
involving Alex Sandoval,

and that was... that was
that car theft you asked me about.

- The "registration mix-up."
- That involved Alex Sandoval.

Okay, here he comes now.
He wants us to work together.

Get out and earn. Carry on,
like we did in the good old days.

I said, "No, Alex. No. I'm married.

"I'm a parent, and we're staying
with this lovely person, Angie,

"until our own place is ready.

"Wonderful father
who's financially comfortable."

Bottom line is, I sent Alex on his way.

Okay? And then, when this...
when this transpired, I mean I thought...

I thought I was gonna vomit
at what I had realized.

- I had given him this information.
- You told him about Angie.

You asked Lisa my connection
with Alex Sandoval.

It was the same that
was on those phone records,

which in fact is the exact way
I was able to trace Alex Sandoval,

by making those phone calls.

You were trying to find Angie.
I was trying to find her.

I was just... I was out there trying
to save her life

So, Alex's intention was to get ransom.
Is that what was going on?

He was holding her ransom.

Now get this.

He had made a tape with instructions
on where to drop the money.

- How much was he asking for?
- Seventy-five thousand, I think he said.

And he had made a tape to play
into the phone when the old man answers.

Except when the old man answers, uh,

he hears "Hello,
this is George Garabedian."

- It was the old man's answering machine.
- And Alex don't realize this?

No. He holds up the tape recorder,
plays the message into the phone

and then hangs up.
But see what he messed up is,

he must've hung up before
the machine even beeped on,

'cause the message,
it don't even get on it.

- He screwed up.
- Alex totally screwed up.

How long after this had Angie disappeared?

What? Till I tracked him down?
It was several days.

And he admitted.
He admitted he was involved,

and he said the guy
didn't pay him the money.

I told him, I said,
"I know for a fact, Alex.

"The father never got a ransom call."

'Cause I was out there spending days
with him handing out flyers.

Now, all I'm thinking,
I mean, I know,

I should've probably contacted the police.

- You should've, Johnny.
- But my only thought is,

I just wanna get the girl back safe.

Okay? And... 'Cause, of my knowing him,

I got a better chance
of getting him to tell.

So I'm asking, I said, "Alex, y'know,
where have you got the girl?

"I mean, where have you got Angie hidden?"

And that's what those
phone calls were all about.

Hmm.

Now, I mean,

what he must have done is...

he must've gone back and...
set her on fire to destroy the evidence.

You know Alex Sandoval's dead.

No, I know. You told my wife.
You asked her my connection.

So, do you know a Don Brunelli?

I know... a Don Brunelli.

I believe that Don Brunelli
may have been involved with Alex,

in grabbing Angie. And subsequently,
Don may have even...

He may have even murdered Alex.
Why? What's Don Brunelli telling you?

Don Brunelli's not telling us anything,
John. Don Brunelli took off.

But you and Don and Alex
were picked out by a station attendant...

who sold you five dollars'
worth of gasoline.

And all of you were up there
on this little video monitor.

- You want to know how that happened?
- Absolu...

Let's see, now...

This is exactly how you get
further and further in.

I mean, I was only trying to help.

But... okay...

Okay, I had finally remembered that

Alex had mentioned this vacant house
near where his mother lived.

That he'd broken into several months ago,
and he obtained a key.

I'm finally thinking maybe
this is where they have her.

Now, this is a couple days later?

Yeah. And I go, and I identify the place,
and I obtain entry, and there she is.

She's in the basement.

- Angie?
- Angie's in the basement.

And she's tied up. And when I go over
to... to release her, I realize...

d... she's dead.

And it's just that moment when
both Don and Alex, they return.

- Well, where had they been?
- How do I know where they've been?

I don't know where they've been.
They went out to find her a blanket,

I tell you that, 'cause this girl
she was frozen to death.

She was suffocated or something.

Have a seat, John.

- Why?
- Have a seat.

- So, you were sure she was dead?
- Oh, I know!

She...

- She wasn't moving at all.
- It wasn't like she was just unconscious,

she was dead?

No, I mean, they were kicking her
and so forth.

I was afraid,
I was afraid for my own life.

I mean, I thought... I thought
they were gonna kill me

because she was already dead.

I mean, I thought in order
to save my own life,

I said, "Guys, let's just... let's get
some gasoline, and let's burn her up.

That way I would show that
I was not gonna rat on them.

- You said that?
- I mean, I have a wife and a small child.

She was already dead.

Angie had carbon in her lungs, John.

She was alive when you set her on fire.
She breathed in those flames.

- No way.
- No way?

- No way.
- After all this...

that I've been hearing from you,
that's the best you're gonna come up with,

"No way," John?

They made me do this, man!
They came at me!

I was trying to save my life! Now look!

I'm in the exact jam
they wanted me to be in!

You know, John,
we got a general description

on the Alex Sandoval killing.

Average height. Now, Don Brunelli is,
as you know, six foot three.

Johnny, you're 5'10".

Now, one of you killed Alex, John.
And my money is on you.

It was because I was furious
with grief. I mean, I did...

to them exactly what I swore I'd do
when they made me watch that fire.

- I took vengeance for Mr. Garabedian.
- Vengeance makes it premeditated, John.

Premeditated.

No, I think you'd be better off
with, uh, temporary insanity.

I mean...

I felt insane... I... I was...
I was exhausted. I was...

You know, I was crazy with grief
that they would burn her alive.

I think you got a better shot with that.

It's three days. I...

I still haven't been asleep.

Yeah, man. Come on.
It's on you, Greg. It's on you.

- What you got, Greg?
- Three threes.

What? Damn!

How in the hell you get
a hand like that?

Greg, you must've played poker
all day down at the station house.

Y'know, to tell you the truth,
I don't play that much poker.

Lucky as you are, you oughta start.

You something else, Greg.

Yeah?

- Maybe you're right.
- Hold on.

Oh. Thanks.

Hello?

Yeah, that's me.

Oh, yeah?

That right?

So, uh, what happened?

God.

Well, okay, uh,
we'll wrap it up here.

Yeah. Bye.

That was the borough, uh,

the threat on your life, that's over.

It's over? You mean the son of a bitch
that wanted to kill me changed his mind?

- No. Turns out somebody whacked him.
- He got whacked?

Y'all hear that?

- Woodrow got whacked.
- He must've had a whole lot of enemies.

- Hmm. Must have.
- What do you think of that, Bob?

Somebody went over
and canceled my contract on him.

- What you think of that?
- What do you mean, what I think of it?

Well, what do you think about it?

I don't think nothin'.

Well, let's go out
and get something to eat!

- Yeah, I hear you.
- Yeah, let's go out.

That sounds good. Yeah, I can handle that.

Put Greg's money together for him.

- Oh, okay.
- Oh, hey, thanks a lot.

So, uh, point of information, Bob.
Where were you before you came up here?

- I was shooting pool.
- That Bob shoots a mean stick.

- Where were you, Bob? Over at Jane Street?
- Yeah.

And I bet you weren't shooting
by yourself, were you?

I never shoot by myself.

My coat, heh. Grimes!
Grimes, wake up!

- We're through here, Grimes.
- What's goin' on?

Game's over.

- Hey, Bobby.
- Hey, Greg.

I understand these things.

Sarge tells me you, uh,
collared up on that torch guy.

Yeah. Doin' the fives.

- Yeah. They, uh, they shut my detail down.
- Yeah, huh?

I was watching this policy guy,
Good News Gates.

Yeah. This guy, Woodrow,
had a contract out on him.

- Winds up whacked himself.
- Gates had that done?

Well, the thought occurred to me.

Woodrow was shot in the 27, so I told 'em
to look at a guy that worked for Gates.

This huge, cross-eyed guy named Bob.

Mm-hmm.

Anyways, y'know, I...
I'm playing poker with these guys.

Professional gamblers.

- I win 312 bucks.
- You kiddin' me!

I mean, I... I haven't played poker
since I was a kid.

I... I was running bluffs,
every other damn thing.

- Hmm.
- Three hundred and twelve bucks!

Greg, uh...

you sure these guys weren't just,
you know, keeping you happy?

Nah. Hey, uh...

I wouldn't imagine so.

I mean, t... t... they're not
even from our precinct.

Anyways, uh...

I'm going upstairs, uh,
tell Andy I said good night.

Yeah. Night, Greg.

Look, that kind of talk,

doesn't do anybody any good,
Mr. Garabedian.

Um.

I'm gonna be here for another 45 minutes.
And you got my home number, right?

Okay.

Yeah. Take care.

Father's bad, huh?

I tell ya, they better be heads-up
with the metal detectors

when they arraign that Johnny.
This guy is liable to go after him.

This kid's got no remorse.
Twenty years from now,

he's in the joint, he's still gonna
be working on a new wrinkle,

- grounds for an appeal.
- A master criminal.

Meanwhile he's working on his escape,
digging a tunnel at night with a fork.

Probably break through
into a septic tank.

Hey, guys.

- Hey, how's it going, Vince?
- Hear you collared up on that torch job.

- Uh-huh.
- One of the guys you questioned

- was tattooed like the DOA, right?
- Yeah.

- Had one of those unicorns?
- Mm-hmm. Russian guy.

I figured it was important, that tattoo.
I just didn't know where it fit.

He chose this job
over a career in neurosurgery.