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Hey, Bill, you got your first aid kit
handy in there?

Yeah.

Maybe it looks better inside.

Hey, Miller, let me see your first aid
kit.

What's with you guys? Don't you keep
this stuff up?

There's no money to keep this stuff up.
What are we supposed to do? Stock these

things from our own pocket? Bring these
two first aid kits up to my office,

please. The way they are.

I'm going to explode if I go through
there. You know what? I promise. Please.

No.

What are you doing?

What? No.

What's your name?

Don't make me go in there, please.

Her name's Conchetta Moran.

Why don't you want to go in there,
Conchetta?

Because if I go through a metal door, I
can explode from all the electricity.

I've been pumped full of electricity by
the spirits.

It's their way.

So, what's the problem?

You can't take her through there if it's
going to make her explode.

What are you kidding, boss?

We got to book her. She set fire to a
vacant lot and she attacked the

officer. A sacrificial fire to appease
the spirits.

So they'll come and take the electricity
out.

Let me show you something.

What's this?

There. Now you're grounded.

Grounded? Just drag that behind you on
the floor and you'll be fine.

Come on.

Give me your hand.

I'll take you through. We'll go through
together.

It's okay.

Keep that on. An hour, maybe two. All
the electricity will be drained from

Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you. God bless you.

Granted. Granted.

Lucy, could you come in here, please,
and bring last night's booking sheets?

What happened in here?

Who moved my furniture?

I did.

Why'd you move my furniture? What for?

All you guys are the same. You got this
machine gunner mentality.

You sit with your back to the wall and
your desk face in the door.

Like you're waiting for whatever's
coming at you.

This way with the desk to the side. It's
much nicer, more inviting.

Come on, Commissioner.

Try it.

It feels funny.

I gotta swivel my head to the side to
see who's coming at me.

Nobody's coming at you, Commissioner.

You will have guests who will come to
your office and visit you.

I have a degree in interior design.

Trust me on this. When we get rid of
that lava lamp and get the right rug in

here, then we'll be moving in the right
direction.

If you don't like it, I'll get
maintenance to switch it back. At least

it for a while.

You get your way a lot, don't you?

A lot of guys tried to stop me.

A lot of guys died.

Terrific. You got the booking sheets?

It's right on top, the brown folder. I
highlighted the felony bookings with a

magic marker.

What color ink?

Purple. Except I like green.

All you gotta do is ask.

Did Sergeant Frawley drop off some first
aid kits this morning?

Side of your desk on the floor. The
coffee's fresh. I added vanilla.

How'd you know I like vanilla?

I didn't, but I do.

Morning, boss.

I've seen Rhodes Motel look better than
this first aid kit, Stan. What, did

someone blow their nose on this garden
and put it back in there?

We took first aid equipment off the
prereq list two years ago. We figure

the fire department and the paramedics
who deliver first aid. Except we're

usually the first ones on the scene of
an accident or a heart attack.

I want a new, fully equipped first aid
kit in every rolling unit.

That's 40 cars, boss.

Yeah, I know.

Our guys are going to be able to triage
an accident and give the vital signs to

the medics when they arrive on the
scene.

Who's going to pay for this? It's not in
the budget.

This is an optional equipment for a
police unit.

I'll do the downfield blocking with the
mayor.

Okay. It's your funeral, boss.

Yeah, well, at least I won't be having
it because my cops weren't able to save

me on the scene of an accident.

Hey, Artie, did you see this?

Yeah, I've seen it.

Homicide death.

We're up.

Damn right we're up.

In the first half of this year, we went
from 10 homicides to 14.

90 % are homeless men, transient men, or
drunks. All impoverished, all without

any power base, all without any friends.

You don't think we could have a
repeater?

A serial guy?

If we do, I mean, he's picking the right
targets. These guys are strays. Nobody

cares whether they're dead. Hold it
right there, Artie. All these men live

this town.

They may not live in fancy houses, they
may not pay city taxes, but they're

residents just the same, and they're
entitled to the best we got.

Okay.

Call the medical examiner. Tell him I
want to have a meeting with him this

afternoon. See if you can get all these
circled case files down there so we can

go over them.

All right, you got it.

I have a tri -state commissioner's
meeting at noon. I should be back around

Sorry,

I was on the phone.

Okay. I got an official approval from
Sid and the guys in New York. We got to

replace Lonnie Hayes. He's not getting
any better. In fact, this is getting

worse. They think he won't come out of
the coma.

Matt and Brooke, I think they're going
to unplug him.

Oh, jeez. That's tough. I'm sorry.

He's a nice guy.

Anyways, nobody knows how much he got
around to, how many things he set up,

you got to get a new bald chairman.

Well, I ain't going to be around. I got
my wife and brother's wedding.

The guys in New York want Tony to do it.

Yeah, Tony would be great.

Put on the commissioner's ball?

Geez, that's a real honor, but I... All
in favor say aye.

Aye. Okay, it's up to you.

I don't know.

Putting on this ball, I never did
anything like that before, and it's in

weeks. I don't have enough time.

Hey, you're the only guy who can pull it
off in such short notice.

I'll have all the budget stuff over to
your office before the end of the day.

Okay, fine.

But before we go, I have a question.

My crime stats on homicides are up in
disenfranchised mails.

Could you have your crime analysis units
get on it and see if I'm the only guy

having this problem?

I don't have to look, because I don't
have a transient problem in South Walk.

I find a guy sleeping in one of my
parks, I stick a billy club in his ear

run him out of town.

Simple. No problem.

Old timey -face copper, ain't he? He's a
mistake in a uniform.

He doesn't read up on the new
technologies. He doesn't know what's up.

They made him a cop when the patrol cars
were black and white, and so were the

issues. Somebody ought to get him off
the job.

Theory of electrosynthetic brain
function. What's that?

Research. I have this theory that the
brain stores memories and that those

memories are encoded by
electrosynthesis.

That it would theoretically be possible
to regenerate memories from dead cranial

tissue.

Hear any good jokes lately?

No, it's just the feeble mutterings of
an inquisitive mind.

These are peanut crunchies, aren't they?
Yeah, I always keep that bowl full.

Loved them since I was a kid.

Yeah, me too. They're great.

Art told me you think maybe we have a
serial criminal here.

I don't think that's possible.

Yeah? How come?

Like him.

John Doe, 27.

Traced evidence under his nails
indicated that he struggled with

-positive type blood.

And here, John Doe, 16. Here, here it
is.

Skin and trace evidence.

Under his nails, A, B, negative. So
those two were definitely killed by two

separate people?

And there's M .O.

All are different. No patterns. Those
are copies.

You want to take them home and study
them?

You don't think one guy did more than
one of these?

I suppose it's possible.

But if I'd thought that or if I'd seen
anything that would link two of them

together, I'd have flagged it for you in
the original autopsy.

Okay. Thanks, Doc.

Peanut crunchies.

Haven't had peanut crunchies in 20
years.

Just squeeze the trigger.

Don't jerk it.

What's that, Dad? Whoa, whoa.

Be careful with that.

Some people think that children
shouldn't shoot guns.

You're going to be around guns because
I'm required to carry one.

So you're going to learn to respect the
weapon.

Okay? That way nobody gets hurt.

Okay. Okay. Try again.

Remember.

Nice and easy. Just squeeze.

Just remember, David.

You can't hit anything if you jerk that
trigger.

If you move the tip of your barrel at
one degree or two, way down there where

the target is, your shot's going to be
off 10, 15 feet.

Is that the way your policemen do it,
Daddy? That's right. They hold the

they squeeze the trigger, and they hold
the barrel very still.

That's crazy, Tony.

What's crazy? That's the way they do it.

A guy chases a robber up the hill,
adrenaline pumping, and he finally has

shoot. He's going to be able to hold
that gun perfectly still with his chest

heaving for air. Are you telling me you
could do that?

You just don't know how we train our
guys, Rach.

Delicious.

You know who puts on the commissioner's
board, right, Tony? Yeah, the

commissioner of the host city.

Oh, yeah, right.

Okay, Mrs. I -Know -Everything, who
then?

The wife of the commissioner of the host
city.

You're thinking that... Are you...
sitting there thinking that I, Tony

would dump this disaster out on you?

Come on, Tony. You can't even say it
without half a dozen sentence fragments.

Well, I wasn't going to actually ask you
to do anything. I was just hoping

that... Well, you're so creative.

You got creative party ideas.

No.

Ideas? You can't have ideas?

I mean...

Like the ones that you have in the
shower?

Or when you're cooking dinner?

I mean, how hard is it to have an idea
and to tell your poor, overworked, out

-of -breath husband?

All right, all right. If I get a good
idea, I'll pass it along.

Okay, that's more like it.

You got one yet?

Yeah.

Don't have those little weenies in the
Italian sauce.

Come on, we have to get going. It's
gonna be dark soon.

Nice try, Dad.

You're caught.

I didn't even come close, did I?

Kelly. Tony.

We got another DB transit in the park.

Guy was knifed. I figured you'd want to
be notified before homicide does

anything. Which park?

River. On my way.

Skip up.

Be cold this time of year?

I suppose this guy had a crib someplace
where he curled up.

Nelson, Rainey, search the area for a
camp.

Commissioner, I don't often see you out
of the killing.

Yeah, maybe I ought to do something
about that.

Looks like he was hit from behind.

We might check for cranial fractures.

Commissioner Scali, I know how to do my
job.

I didn't say you didn't, Doc.

Look at Froggy. I just saw an abrasion.
There's not much light up here, that's

all.

I see everything.

I'm very careful.

What time tomorrow are you doing the
organ recital? 10 a .m. You coming?

Yeah. I think I'd like to walk this guy
through the shop. Okay.

One 14 -centimeter curved penetration.

Six centimeters to the left of the
clavicle.

I am making the Y -cut now.

Hey, Doc.

You got a preliminary time of death
report?

Yes. The body was still warm.

Subtracting two degrees for every 40
minutes, I'm guessing he was killed two

hours before we got there.

Around midnight.

First, those guys were killed after 10,
10 .30.

So that could be a pattern, no?

What are you trying to do here,
Commissioner?

I've already told you each perp was
different.

Read the autopsies.

I have.

You know, I don't like having you in
here while I do this.

Is that why you started an hour before
you said you would? You're damn right.

But you got here early, so it didn't
work.

Cops witness autopsies all the time.
What's the big deal?

See, I think you're trying to make some
kind of allegation that I'm not doing my

job. I think you are marvelous at me.

I think Eastbridge is fortunate.

Now, let me make that privilege to have
you on its staff. You're aces.

I, on the other hand, have a 20 %
increase in unsolved homicides.

Why does it disturb you that I'm trying
to find out why?

You're right.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Want half of this sweet roll?

Look, Mel, if you don't send it down,
I'm going to come up to supply and steal

it. I can't do a blood analysis without
the control barbiturates, okay?

I'm running out of both material and
patience, so send this stuff down.

Morning, Sheila.

Having a nice morning?

Commissioner, what are you doing here?

What was all that about on the phone?

Oh, I keep on running out of
barbiturates, and Mel and supply won't

down. You used it for blood analysis,
right?

If you could get Mel to send some down,
I'd really appreciate it.

I need my tools.

Done.

Give Johnny the best we got.

Life gave him the worst.

I'll call you when I have it.

Um, do you mind if I watch?

Is there something wrong with the way
I'm doing my job, Commissioner?

Did Saberhagen put you up to this?

No.

Why?

She's been real upset lately.

Nothing's good enough.

Keeps on screaming at everybody.

Relax, Doctor.

I'm just looking for my own mistakes.

Mayor Hinton, you look wonderful as
always, Your Honor.

Knock off the political groveling, Tony.
I shouldn't have to chase you down like

this. You have got Lawrence Saberhagen
in a sweat.

Well, he's an uptight kind of guy. From
what I understand, he's getting tighter

all the time.

He's the best M .E. we've had around
here in 20 years.

Do you know how rare it is to get a real
M .D. to be a medical examiner? He was

a surgeon in New York.

I will not have you running Saberhagen
off.

I'm sorry, Your Honor. I'll apologize to
him.

Good.

Oh, I understand that you put a purchase
order through for 40 new first aid

kits. They went in this morning.

But the purchase order was held up.

How could you buy them without a P .O.?
Well, that was a confirming purchase

order. Just what the hell is that?

Well, a confirming purchase order is a
document that you put through to confirm

the fact that you've already purchased
the items.

Did you just make that up?

No, actually, I made it up this morning.

Why would you do that?

My cops are out there trying to protect
lives and property. How are they

supposed to do that without first aid
kits?

What is that smell?

Oh.

That's John Doe's stomach and fecal
matter. Want to see?

Oh, boy.

Look at them arteries.

Enough power in there to pave a highway,
huh?

You want a sweet roll?

She

was

getting on my nerves.

Why don't you come into bed?

I can't sleep.

These poor homeless guys. This one,
number 16, he's a Marine.

Vietnam. He's got a tattoo on his arm
from every campaign he was in.

This guy went to war for us, and no one
gives a damn who killed him.

I've got a hunch these are serial
killings, Rach, but I just can't tie it

together. I need something.

Some piece that holds it together. Right
now, all they got is picarism.

Picarism? What's picarism?

It's in here, in this abnormal
psychology book.

Lust through mutilation.

Sexual gratification through stabbing,
piercing, cutting. By the shedding of

blood or the tearing of flesh.

Picarism. You know, Tony, you work too
hard and you worry too much.

It's gonna make you short and fat.

It ain't happened yet.

Says who?

Of course, if I had some ideas for the
ball.

So far, I've done a line of Lud Friedman
to sink.

Lud Friedman, the ex -chief of
Groverton?

Yeah, he's got a great voice.

You're going to mess this up.

All right.

I'll take some of this off your hands.

I'll help you with the food.

Oh, I love you.

I love you so much.

Oh, you're so wonderful. You're such a
pal.

Oh, you're such a sweetheart.

All right, you're overdoing it, Tony.

You think so?

Oh,

you smell good.

I was hoping you would notice.

It's called Kiss Me.

Oh, that's Kiss Me?

I thought it was Jump.

Tony!

This guy, John Doe, number 13, he had
peanuts in his stomach, just like the

last night.

That's nice, honey.

But what does it mean?

We found this evidence in one of our
John Does.

What do you think, Dr. Tassie?

Mm -hmm.

Hmm. Oh, so what is it?

Well, this is a low -grade nut.

I mean, look at the nut B.

I mean, there's nothing there.

Ah, and look at that.

Do you see the colour and texture?

No doubt about it.

Probably from one of the central states.

Well, what's it called?

Oh, it hasn't got a name. It's just a
class B filler.

It's very inexpensive.

Almost no taste.

It's always bought in bulk.

To conclude, a junk nut.

Filler?

You mean like in confectionery food?

Exactly. It could be a white nut in a
chocolate bar, or a cereal nut, or a...

Peanut crunchies?

Exactly.

Hey, could be peanut crunchies, Eddie,
possibly.

Come on, Kingman.

You got 15 seconds. All six.

Let's go.

Zero.

No hits, Kingman.

Don't feel so bad. I didn't get any
myself.

Go see Sergeant Greco. Okay, Wilson.

15 seconds. All six.

Go.

Come on, Stanley.

Let's go.

All six. Fifteen seconds. Right now. Go.

Oh, brilliant.

Stop them before they trample each
other.

Go see Sergeant Greco.

I've seen enough.

This, my friend, is pathetic.

We're going to have to issue Kevlar to
every citizen of this town. We don't do

better than this.

Half the time we use these things is
after a foot chase.

What good is having a weapon if you
can't hit anything?

I want every man in here every morning
until they qualify. You've got to be

kidding me. No, I'm not kidding, Bill.
Nobody hit the target, including me.

I'll be the first one in here tomorrow
morning.

Oh, okay, boss.

Your assigned shooting time is 5 .30 a
.m.

But I'm not adamant about it.

Hey, Rach.

I'll be a few minutes.

Hi, honey.

Hi.

What's the matter?

Oh, you were right.

After 150 yards, cops can't hit the
broad side of a barn with a blunderbuss.

was revolting.

I'm gonna get all these guys to qualify,
including me.

Well, good.

What's wrong?

Rachel, I got a big problem, and I don't
know how to solve it. So, as usual, I

came to you.

That's what third grade's all about.

The reason why I gotta tell you about it
is I... I don't know if I'm right.

Tell me what you got.

Dr. West is our toxicologist.

You know her.

Apparently, she's been running out of
control barbiturates.

I checked with the supply clerk, and
she's been going through the stuff like

was mouthwash.

You think she's involved?

No. Women are almost never serial
murderers.

Besides, it'd be stupid to use a room
barbiturate. It's too easy to trace.

What else?

Okay.

I gotta say this out loud just so I can
hear it.

Lawrence A. Behagan was a surgeon in New
York.

I called the head surgical nurse from
the hospital where he practiced.

They let him go.

You know why?

Why?

Needless surgery.

He was cutting on people who didn't need
it.

Eucharism? It is possible that maybe
this one doctor was operating because he

got sexual satisfaction from the tearing
of flesh or the shedding of blood.

Are you saying that Dr. Saberhagen is
killing these homeless people?

Yeah, maybe.

I mean, this guy mutilates dead bodies
for a living. Maybe there's a reason why

he chose that career.

And he could have broken into Dr. West's
laboratory easily and stolen the

barbiturates.

But this thing with the nuts, like, I
don't see how it ties together. Only two

of the eight bodies had nothing.

And only one had barbiturates. That was
in the autopsy.

Remember, Rach, he's writing the
autopsies.

He can put whatever he likes in there,
except for in the last body, because I

walked him through.

I mean, he had to put it down right.

And with the nuts, this guy keeps peanut
crunchies in his office.

What if he's dousing the peanut
crunchies with anal barber traits or

Handing them out to the starving
homeless man, waits for the victim to

unconscious, and then he goes to work.

What do you think, Rach?

I can't go much further without taking a
chance of ruining this guy's career.

And what if I'm wrong?

I have a better question.

What if you're right?

Hey, before we break, I got a volunteer
detail.

This is a biggie. Something really
different.

I'm looking for hands for the CGDD.

Any officers looking to get in on this
great special duty, sign up in the back.

Only the first five will be taken.

We'll be meeting in civilian clothes in
the parking structure at 10 .30 tonight.

Here we go, folks. What the hell is
this?

CGDD.

Okay,

here's the order. All signed.

You better come up with something.

Thanks.

What is this? What are you doing?

What is the CGDD anyway? Nobody ever
told us.

The CGDD is the Commissioner's grave
-digging detail.

Well, we thought it was supposed to be,
you know, like a privilege.

It is. On Halloween, I could charge
admission to get on this unit.

It's up there. Let's go.

You start digging here.

Why? Because sometimes the truth lies
under this surface.

Hey, detail dismissed. There's a couple
of Jacksons. Go get yourselves a round

of beers on me.

Thanks, boss.

Thanks, boss. Good night.

All right. We're on our way with the
goods.

I'll meet you at the Groverton City
morgue in 20 minutes.

Thanks, Doc.

I'll pick up the body in the morning.

Thanks for your help on this one, Aaron.
I owe you one. No sweat at any time.

So, how's it coming with the ball?

Heard you got Lud Freeman, boy. I hope
he doesn't sing in the opera on board

pants office two years ago.

Did that marriage of Figaro some dumb
thing? I hope you're going to keep the

hors d 'oeuvres same as last time. I
love them.

What do you call them? Little, you know,
weenies in the Italian sauce?

You like them? Oh, yeah.

Well?

Dr. Saberhagen found no barbiturates, no
nuts, but he found skin traces under

the nails.

These guys found nuts in the stomach,
barbiturates in the blood, no skin

I don't like where this is going, Tom.

Me neither.

Because it means our medical examiner is
cooking the book.

And it could mean that he's a special
circumstances serial killer.

Still not evident. He could claim he
just made a mistake.

What are we going to do?

I haven't got the faintest idea.

I know. I know, Rach.

I'm out of time.

The ball's in three days.

I don't have time to go to the
Eastbridge Gymnasium and figure out how

decorating we have to do.

But you could run over there for me at
lunch and sort of... take a look at it.

Please?

Pretty please?

I'm going to commit career genocide with
this ball. You know, I knew this was

going to end up being my gig.

Honey, will you go and get your stuff
ready for school?

Oh, with these homeless guys being
killed, I'm underwater.

I'll help you with the developmental
reports. You can't help with those

and you know it.

If you could, I'd make you do it.

All right.

I'll go over there and have a look.

But you owe me one, okay?

Thanks.

Dad?

Why do those men sleep in the park?

Why would they want to do that?

I've been thinking about it. It doesn't
make sense.

Why wouldn't they want to have a house
like we have?

Well, honey, some of them were broken by
the lives they led. They can't face the

world the way it is, so they withdraw.

Anybody, if they face enough emotional
pain, can be broken.

And some of them don't come back.

That's why we have to be there for each
other.

Tell each other what we're thinking.

Because we can help each other.

Like you getting them to decorate for
the ball?

No.

Not exactly, yeah. That's more like a
guilt trip.

I don't think I'd ever sleep in a park.

Well, when they were your age, I don't
think any of them thought they would be

either.

That's the tragedy.

You move the furniture back. It looks
awful this way.

Humor me.

What do you got?

Here's that book on abnormal psychology
you wanted from the medical library.

They got it clipped open to the Jekyll
and Hyde syndrome.

Yeah, yeah.

I thought I remembered this stuff from
when I studied it at City College.

Jekyll and Hyde?

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is a classic
example of what happens when non

-sociopathic individuals commit heinous
crimes.

They gotta shield themselves from the
crime, so they create another character

commit the crime.

See, Dr. Jekyll would never commit
murder because he's a very respectable

gentle man.

So out comes Mr. Hyde, and he does the
deed, allowing Dr.

Jekyll to release his sexual
frustration, his picarism. Like a

personality.

Now, with multiple personalities, one
personality doesn't know about the

See, this is classic schizophrenia.

Dr. Jekyll knows about Mr. Hyde. He even
tries to protect him by writing these

bad M .E. reports.

He just doesn't think about them that
often until he needs to release again

then whammo! He killed somebody.

Right.

If we can, uh... It says here that if we
can bridge these two characters,

bringing them together, Make Dr.

Jekyll face Mr. Hyde for any period of
time that we can get Dr.

Jekyll to confess because Dr.

Jekyll feels terrible about those acts.

How are you going to do that, Tony?

I figure that anybody who believes in
cranial memory resuscitation is going to

take a bite out of my sandwich here.

You're crazy.

You'll come to view that as my most
endearing quality.

Want to bet?

You got a sec?

I got some lab work to get to.

You know, I've been thinking about your
theory of electrosynthesis.

You know, the ability to regenerate dead
people's memories.

That's nice.

Well, I have a theory that dead people
might be able to still feel things.

I've thought about this a bunch of
times.

You know when a dead guy's muscles
contract?

That's an involuntary reflex.

Well, so's pain.

What if, for some time after death, dead
people can still feel pain?

Commissioner, they're no longer people.
The body's a thing. It's dead. It has no

feeling. Now, my theory is quite
different. It deals with the imaging of

brain cell.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

The mind controls the nervous system,
which controls the pain centers and

endings. But if memory's still present,
what about other brain functions? Well,

I told you already.

It's just a theory.

Anyway, there's no way to prove it.

But I think there is.

Sit up over here, Art.

What are you doing?

I'm about to start an autopsy. Yeah, I
know.

May I ask, Commissioner, what the hell
it is you think you're doing?

Well, I've had this idea for a long
time, and I wanted to test it out.

And then I saw your book, and I figured
you'd help me.

How?

It's just a theory. There's no way to
substantiate it.

This polygraph machine measures the
galvanic skin response of the person

attached to.

The minute electrical fluctuations of
the skin and sweat glands.

Okay, here's what I was thinking. I hook
this guy up, and you do the autopsy.

If this body can feel anything, it'll
register on the polygraph.

Are you out of your mind?

Look, I know this probably seems far
-fetched and silly, but

I've been wondering about it for a long
time.

And what's going to hurt anyway?

All set, Art?

Yeah, Tony, all set.

Okay, Doc.

Start the autopsy. Don't make me make
this an order.

The cadaver is 180 centimeters in
length.

It weighs 73 kilograms.

I am beginning by making an incision in
the upper right cavity.

You getting anything, Lott?

Uh, no, Tony, nothing yet.

Nothing. He's not getting anything,
Doctor. Will you please be quiet?

Removing the bullet from the left
ventricle.

And it appears to be a .38 caliber
hollow point.

I'm enlarging the incision.

Tony. Tony, look at this.

Galvanic skin response. This needle's
gone crazy.

What is it?

What's it say?

He can feel what you're doing.

He can feel it, Doctor.

Every incision.

Every tear.

Every mutilation.

That's impossible.

No. This is just a thing.

It doesn't matter. It's nothing.

It has no feelings. It can't.

I'm the doctor.

You have to tell me.

You have to help us.

Help you?

You have

the right to remain silent. If you give
up the right to

remain silent... Anything you say can
and will be used against you in a court

law. You have the right to an attorney.
And a death stalker. If you do not

afford one, one will be provided for
you. I control this. Understand these

rights as I have stated them.

Did you kill those men? Did you kill
those John Does?

Tell the truth!

I had to.

I'm a doctor.

I heal the sick.

Let's get them out of here. They're just
things.

They're just things.

I mean, they don't feel.

They don't. They can.

They're just things.

They don't. I know they don't.

He

breaks.

The gym looks great.

You think everybody likes it?

Yeah, the reflecting ball and the
banners and the balloons, what's not to

And the Italian food, it's great.

Come on, get out of here. It's the best,
the best ever. Tony, Tony, this gym is

a loser. I mean, couldn't they give you
a real hall for the shindig or what,

huh?

Lincoln Hall is being restored.

The food, the food, Goomba groceries, I
hate Italian.

Whatever happened to the little weenies
in the red sauce, huh?

I know this probably escaped your
delicate palate, Torrio, but red sauce

Italian sauce.

Yeah, but it don't got a garlic float on
top, huh?

Tony, Rachel, you haven't met my new
wife, Harriet.

Nice to meet you. Pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Hi.

Isn't this god -awful? I mean, a
rotating crystal ceiling ball? How corny

you get?

I'd like to meet the people who put this
on. You just did.

I'm him.

I'm Commissioner Scali.

Oh.

Can I have another drink?

Oh, gee, sorry.

I'm sorry, Tony.

I really did the best I could. I just
didn't have enough time. Honey, you did

great. This is great. Oh, yeah.

She's just mad because it didn't happen
in her town.

She's just jealous.

Tony, you got Roadblock and Pete Melissa
at the same table. That ain't gonna

swing, buddy.

Why? Two years ago, they both got drunk
and went after each other in the parking

lot. I don't think that's gonna happen
again.

Hey! Hey, you look stupid, huh?

Come on, Milla. Come on, get up. Come
on, let's go. You wanna dance, huh?

I think everything's going very, very
well so far, don't you?

You want to dance, huh? You want to
dance, little sister, huh?

You're stupid.

You're stupid. I'll wipe the floor with
you, huh? I'll wipe the floor with you.

Yeah!

Come on, Miller.

Disaster.

We sure know how to throw a party.

Not one happy customer in the whole
joint.

You live and you learn.

Such heavy philosophy so late at night,
I don't think I can stand it.

It's just the commissioner's ball.

And we got through it.

We always do.