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Stokes' Theorem is
the remarkable statement...

...that the line integral of F along C
is equal to the flux integral...

...of the curl of F
through the surface S...

...which we know is
the surface integral...

...of the normal component of the curl
along the surface S.

Up top! Up top! Layup!

Pass! Yo, ref!

Here I go, here I go!

Got the shot.

Oh.

I am not doing this.

All right, but it's gonna be on the test,
so you should look at it at least once.

- Nah, man, fuck it. Because I gotta go.
- All right, you wanna take the book home?

Look at it over the weekend?
Call me if you get stuck or whatever.

On a weekend? You gotta be kidding me.

It's just— It's just one chapter.
It's not that hard.

The guy's trying to help you,
just take the book.

I'm not taking the book.

- You almost done, man?
- Uh, yeah, almost.

Yeah.

Hey, man, you wanna
party with us tonight?

We're going to my ex-fiancée's
in the city.

Gonna be mad females.
55 Stanton Street.

- My tutor?
- Shut up.

He's the only reason
you're still on the team.

Did he say "ex-fiancée"?

That's game.

Look, it's Bachelor Number One.

Shouldn't you be helping
the customers, Auntie?

- Hi, Nasir, beta.
- Salaam alaikum, Auntie.

Hi, beta. Mwah. Where's your father?

- He's outside. You ready?
- Yeah. Where's Hasu?

- Yeah, both outside. He's double-parked.
- Okay. Almost done. Almost done.

Go ahead and go.

- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah.

Nasir, leave it,
you're making it worse.

That's fine.

Stoudemire has
got to stay on the bench.

He can't sit on the bench, man.

You can't build a team
around both of them.

You gotta just build
a team around Melo.

- He's not the same—
- No one else is gonna put up those points.

Yeah, but Melo will.

Okay, but he's not a beast in
the paint like Stoudemire is.

- So, what are you doing tonight, baba?
- I'm meeting— I got a thing to go to.

- Thing?
- Yeah. Like a team party downtown.

- Team party? What team?
- Hmm. The Kings.

- The Kings?
- Yeah.

I don't like you going
to something like that.

Heh. Like what?

- A party like that. Downtown.
- Like black?

Um?

- Like a black party?
- I didn't say that.

Hi, my name's Naz, nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, my name's Naz.

I'm on the—
I'm kind of on the team.

I'm on the coaching side of the team.

Yo, Amir, where are you, man?

You're kidding me.
Nah, nah, nah, listen—

Listen, just borrow your brother's car.
Just borrow it.

Why not? He—

Nah, man, listen,
there's not gonna be other parties.

Not like this one, man. You have any idea
the kind of girls are gonna be there?

We are invited. We—

Please, man.

You could have told me an hour ago.

All right, all right.

All right, see you tomorrow, man.
You're a punk. All right, bye.

Dude, dude, dude!
Hey, where's Stanton Street?

Up?

Off-duty.

Then turn on your
off-duty light, asshole!

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

23rd and 10th, please.

- I'm sorry, I can't take you.
- What?

I can't take you.
You're gonna have to get out.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

- Yo, what are you talking about, man?
- I can't take you, man.

What do you mean,
you can't take us?

It's not my cab.

- What do you mean, it's not your cab?
- I'm filling in. I'm off—

- We're not getting out of this cab.
- Why aren't we moving?

Sorry?

- What's up there, Captain Bubba?
- I'm off-duty, but these guys won't get out.

- So turn on your light.
- I know, there's a problem with it.

Back up.

- All right, gents, subway time.
- What?

Either subway time or overtime.
I could use the money.

- Let's go.
- What? Where are we going?

- Thank you.
- Fuck you.

Officer, do you know
where Stanton Street is, please?

You're driving a cab downtown and
you don't know where Stanton Street is?

It's my first week.

Down 2nd, Houston going east,
make a right wherever you can.

All right. Thank you.

Get going.

- Yo, guys, I'm off-duty!
- What?

Uh, I'm supposed to be off-duty.

You are? Your light isn't on.

Yeah, I know, it's, uh...

See, I don't know where the light is
because it's not my cab.

Are you gonna make me get out?

- Where do you wanna go?
- What do you mean?

Well, you got in my cab so, like,
where do you want me to take you?

The beach.

- The beach?
- Yeah, the beach.

Um, we're in Manhattan, so...
I could do a river.

A river would be fine.
Not down here, though. Go uptown.

Okay.

- I really would like to get going.
- Yeah. Sorry.

- How far?
- What?

How far uptown?

Far.

I'm thirsty.

These two, please.

And, uh, let me use
the restroom real quick, please?

Thanks.

You wanna be my next passenger?

All right, thanks, man.
Uh, you can keep that. Thanks.

What's up with him?

Who cares?

- So whose is it?
- What?

The cab. You said
it wasn't yours when I got in.

- I didn't think you heard anything I said.
- I don't miss much.

Uh, it's my dad's.

Actually, it's, like, one-third my dad's.
He owns it with, like, two other guys.

And you just use it whenever?

Yeah.

Actually, no. Uh, just tonight.

Why tonight?

There's, like, this party
I didn't want to miss.

- Was.
- Is.

- Now?
- Yeah.

- So you're missing it.
- Yeah.

Because of me.

- So you close to him?
- Who, my dad?

Yeah. Pretty much.

- He's a good dad?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, yours?
- He was okay.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Friday night. Full moon. The river.

- This is pretty wonderful.
- Yeah, I feel pretty good.

You don't always?

No, it's just...

Like, a lot of time you just do
what you gotta do...

...or you do what everybody
wants you to do, but...

- You know? Heh.
- I don't, actually.

Tonight was different.
It feels different.

And you have no idea why.

Open your hand.

No, it's okay.

Do you ever wish
you could just transport yourself?

Something bad happens here
and suddenly you're over there?

I can't be alone tonight.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

- This is nice.
- Yeah, it's okay.

- This is more than okay, this is nice.
- Okay.

I'm just saying.

Look, Mustafa left his
bombs home, about to get him some.

What?

- What?
- What did you say?

- Me?
- Yeah.

I said, did you leave your
bombs at home, Mustafa?

- Give it a rest, okay?
- I was just talking to him.

I wasn't talking to you.

What happened? You saw
Homeland Security or something?

Funny guy.

Come on.

Anyway, look, I'm going
to Shiranda's, man.

I know that her cousin is there...

...and she got that phat ass.
I know they got some weed over there too.

- This is your place?
- Yeah.

- Uh-oh.
- What?

No, it's fine.

Actually, I'll just—

It's fine now.

- Just cats or dogs.
- Hmm.

Can I ask you something?

What's your name?

- I didn't tell you?
- No.

You don't want to know mine?

- Does that happen to you a lot?
- What?

Those guys out there.

Now and then.

- Do you have a girlfriend?
- No.

Do you?

Would that turn you on?

Now watch this.

- Now you.
- What? No.

Here.

- No, not even with that. I don't—
- Oh, come on, look, I did it.

- Uh-uh.
- Uh-huh.

- No. No way.
- Yes.

Don't you do
what everyone tells you to do?

Isn't that what you said?

You did it.

Am I really here?

What is that?

This is the party you missed.

Now...

What?

- That, I won't do.
- Yes.

- That, I will not do. No.
- Yes.

I can't.

- No.
- Yes.

Yes.

Oh, sh—

Hey, I think it's pretty late, so...

I should probably get going.
I gotta get home, so...

Hey.

Fuck.

- Roll your window down.
- Huh?

Roll the window down.

Roll it down.

So let me ask you, in your own words,
what does "no left turn" mean?

Uh, I must have missed the sign,
I'm sorry.

License, registration and insurance.

- Come on. Give it to him.
- Over here.

- How much did you drink tonight?
- Huh?

- I don't drink.
- No?

- Nothing, I don't drink.
- No?

Because I'm getting high just conversating
with you. Step out of the car.

Out.

And I got a song request.

How about you play me, maybe,
two bars of "Little Brown Jug."

- Do I have to?
- Now, see that right there, that's a mistake.

I'm gonna explain this to you since
I can see you're a little confused.

- Yes, you may politely refuse—
- I can't—

I'm not done.
You refuse, it's a separate offense...

...which is an automatic arrest.
Is that what you want?

- No.
- Hey, Cass.

Put your hands on the car.

Listen, nothing comes up on this guy.

So why don't we just make this reckless
driving? It's a lot less paperwork.

Come on, it's late.

I don't want to do reckless driving.
I feel like he's done more than that.

- Come on. He's like a kid.
- Kids do stuff—

- 65th and Central Park West.
- Copy.

Come on, what do you say? Yeah, copy.

Please respond, 1031 at 124...

You know what tonight is?
It's your lucky night.

- I can go?
- Did I say that?

Break-in on 87th, we gotta go.

What about Cheech and Chong here,
what are we gonna do with him?

I don't know. Cut him loose?

- Bring him with us?
- I can't.

Is—? Excuse me,
is somebody talking to you?

- What—?
- Shut up.

- I can't leave my father's cab here.
- What are you talking about?

It's my dad's cab. I can't just leave it.
He needs it for work.

Well, call him to come get it,
else it's gonna get towed.

- Let's go, in the back.
- Come on, let's go.

There's no car for him
to come get the car.

In the back.

That's fine, that's fine.
You'll call him from the precinct.

- Hey, cuffs?
- No, I don't think so.

Yeah.

He needs it for work and there's no way—

You call him when you get to the
precinct, you tell him where it is...

...and he'll come and get it. Let's go.
Watch your head. There you go. Inside.

What street is this?

- You the gentleman that called?
- Yeah.

- Okay, so what's going on?
- So I hear something, you know?

A glass breaking. And then from
my window, I see an open door.

I see this man go through the door...

...and then he comes back out
a few seconds later.

Then I see him running down the street
and get into a cab.

Race?

Could have been light-skinned black,
Latino, I really don't know.

- Not Caucasian, though?
- Could have been, sure, why not?

- Clothes?
- He wore clothes.

I'm sorry. Dark, maybe.

- Okay. And he took a cab?
- Yeah, a cab.

Okay, sir, can you just wait
right here for us, please?

- Here? Yeah.
- Thank you.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

- What do you got?
- We got a break-in.

One eyewit, this gentleman here.
Sees male, undetermined race...

...goes in, comes out, runs down
the street, gets into a cab.

- Anyone inside?
- Waiting on you.

- Who's that in the car?
- No one.

He was with us when we got the call.

He's not drunk, I can see that.
He's just driving like a fucking idiot.

Fine. Let's go.

Sir, we're off-shift like two hours ago.
Can you just take him in?

Let's go inside.

Flashlight.

Hello? N.Y.P.D.! Anybody home?

Hello?

- Excuse me, sir, take a step back.
- Sorry.

Hey, Teddy? Yeah, it's Jerry.

I'm at this, uh, break-in on 87th.

Gonna need additional units.

EMTs, Night Watch, CSU, and an ME.

Are you puking?
Tell me you're not puking.

I'm gagging, I'm not puking.

For fuck's sake, you gonna do that,
you do it in the trunk of your car.

This is a nice neighborhood.

Is this guy still here?

We're still here,
where is he gonna go?

Now I'm always respectful
of the fact that this is a great predator...

...and certainly, if it wanted to,
could take me out very easily.

- Night Watch.
- Yeah, hey, it's Sergeant Klein at the 2-1.

We got a suspicious DOA
at 144 West 87th Street.

Inside or out?

- What's suspicious about it?
- What's suspicious about it?

Knife wounds.

Stomach.

Chest.

Hands.

Fatal.

So there's no way this could wait
for the day tour, huh?

Unresponsive.
Yeah, no vitals at the time of arrival.

That was, like, 10 minutes ago.
Let's say, 0220?

All right.

- Who's here?
- What do you mean?

- I mean, who's here?
- You.

Everybody else is up at Harlem Hospital.
Those agg-assaults.

Well, pull Mason and Sheehan off there.

And don't give me any shit about
"life is cheap above 96th Street."

We're cool.

You know what? I'll call him.

- Box?
- Yeah.

I was gonna say.

- Box.
- Dennis.

Danny Lang, Night Watch.
Sorry to wake you.

Just thought you might want to get in
on this from the jump.

- What do you got?
- Stabbing. Female, early 20s.

144 West 87th Street. Inside.

Brownstone?

Yeah. It's gonna get
pretty photogenic out there.

- Where do you think you're going?
- Detective Box, son.

Sorry, boss.

Get the door before 10 more people
trample through them.

- Who made the call?
- Neighbor over there.

- Anybody else see anything?
- Apparently not.

Cameras?

There's one up the street.
We're not sure if it's working.

- Pulling the film.
- Who's that?

- He's ours.
- Reckless driving.

You picked him up and brought him here?
What the fuck for?

Well, we just pulled him over
when the call comes in—

I don't want him here. Get a unit. Take
him back to the house or cut him loose.

- We'll take him, sir. We're off-duty—
- Not you. You stay.

Let's get the neighbor back to the house
too. He's famous enough out here already.

- No smoking on my crime scene.
- Go ahead, sir.

- All right, let's go.
- Where?

Just get out of the car.

Box wants you to take
him to the station.

- Nice-looking kid.
- Yeah.

What'd he do?

- Who?
- Him.

I don't know,
he's a witness, isn't he?

Hey. What'd you see?

I didn't see nothing.

Some witness he's gonna make.

- Is she dead?
- I think that's safe to say.

- Cop a squat.
- What?

Sit down.

Hey, did Maldonado really puke
at the scene?

Must have been bad clams.

Were there still
a lot of guys there?

- I mean, that's a mess.
- Just stay still.

West 87th Street.
I mean, it's quiet.

Yeah.

All right.

Yeah, Maldonado had
us pick up this kid.

Cup of coffee, man?

- Knock, knock.
- Hey.

Watch where you step.

Klein.

Well, I was doing all right.
Then I answered the phone.

How much you give me to check?

I got a Pauline Rodriguez,
will that do?

Always a pleasure.

- Tom, hey, tweaking or ED?
- Dusting. Blast from the past.

Dust? Where the hell
am I supposed to park him?

- Take his ass to St. Luke's, please.
- Let's get him up.

Up. Up.

Fuck you looking at?

What can you tell me
about the weapon, Harry?

Pretty sure it's one knife.

Approximately one-and-a-half-inch wide
by, I'm gonna say, five inches long.

Till I get her on the table and probe.

- Serrated, or no?
- Not sure yet. Possibly.

What happened?

What, you can't tell me nothing?
Or you don't know nothing?

Ain't that—?
That's where that girl lives, right?

What happened? What'd he do?
He kill her or something?

I'm just playing, I'm just playing.
But for real, what happened?

You can't give out any information?

Have a seat, sir.
Someone will be right with you, all right?

- Hey.
- Hey, who's this?

One wit.
Sergeant told me to bring him in.

- All right, looks good. Any property?
- Nope.

Where's Naz?

What?

So who's "he" in the sentence
"He kill her or something?"

- Look, man, I was just saying.
- You were just saying what?

I mean, you know,
some Arab dude she was with.

Describe him.

- You know, an Arab dude.
- No, I don't.

- Look like he work at a deli or some shit.
- Try harder.

Like, little, short, skinny, Puerto Rican
looking motherfucker with beanie eyes.

How do you know he wasn't Puerto
Rican? Was he wearing anything Arabic?

Nah, man, he had on his regular, you
know, Friday night, go-out-and-party shit.

- I mean, I tried to warn her too.
- Yeah? How'd you go about doing that?

- I just told him right to his face.
- But you didn't know him.

- Nope.
- Never saw him before.

Nope, nope.

You know the girl?

I mean, not per se,
you know what I'm saying?

No, I don't.

- I mean, I know her type.
- What type is that?

- You know what, this coming out wrong.
- What's your name?

How about you give me
your card or something

and then I just bang
you on this later?

My card?

If I turn you upside down,
how much weed is gonna fall out?

Oh, so that's how you do?

See? No good deed goes unturned.

- Take him in.
- Let's go.

Fuck LeBron. He can shit MVPs
out his ass year in, year out.

He's still not gonna be able
to deliver rings like Kobe.

Nah, nigga. Kobe ain't got no
heart. Kobe ain't got no team, man.

- Kobe is the team!
- That's the problem.

- Eighty-one points in one game, right?
- He a overachiever.

You got a problem if you ain't passing
the ball. Nigga was triple-teamed.

- Look, why would he want to—?
- Triple-teamed and—

Why would he pass the ball if he—?
I roll with winners, homeboy.

No, man, he good,
he good. He great.

Yeah, yeah, thank you.

But LeBron James...

...he got a good two inches
on Kobe height-wise...

- ...and like three... You know, 30 pounds.
- How long was LeBron—?

How long was LeBron
with them boys in Cleveland?

- Before he went back.
- Like six years.

What did he win for them?
What did he win for them?

- Who the hell is this?
- This is Nasir's father, Amir.

- Mr. Khan?
- Is he with you?

Do you know where he is?

No. I haven't seen him.

No, but he said
you were going out together tonight.

Yeah, we were supposed to go
to a party, but I didn't go.

So where was this party?

I have no idea.
I don't have the address on me.

I don't know what you're doing here.

I have witnesses to interview, do you?
Go back out there.

Sarge, we got 10,000 gold shields
on the scene.

- What do you need us out there for?
- It's called chain of custody.

Didn't you go to the academy
like the other kids?

And when you log it all,
remember,

blood stays with blood,
hair with hair, photos with photos.

Can I ask you guys something?

Who's my friend over there who's been
staring at me like Bambi last two hours?

- Shit, he's ours.
- You, sir.

What is he, DWI? What'd he blow?

He was supposed
to get tested in the house.

- He didn't— I mean, you didn't?
- What, get the memo?

- Who'd we tell to test?
- We told what's-his-name.

What's-his-name.

What's the matter, you guys don't like
overtime? Who doesn't like overtime?

- You want, I'll test him right now.
- Now you're gonna test him.

Test what? It's gone, if it was ever there.
Just dodged a bullet here, kid.

Get his pedigree, search him,
clear him of warrants, and kick him free.

- Put your hands on the railing for me.
- Be careful with the inventory vouchers.

DCPI called, I'm, like, totally in the
dark here. Can you help me out?

I'll do my best, Teddy.

- Name?
- Nasir Khan.

- Victim's name is Andrea Cornish.
- Spell it.

- Twenty-two years old.
- N-A-S-I-R. K-H-A-N.

Caucasian.
Found in a bedroom, in bed.

- DOB?
- Stabbing homicide.

- Eleven, twelve, ninety.
- Suspect is a male.

Unknown age, unknown race.

- This your current address?
- Yeah.

Seen leaving at approximately 0200,
running down the block, hailing a taxi.

I didn't say that he hailed a taxi.
I said that he left in a taxi.

- That's what I said.
- His taxi.

Fine. Is this what we do?
Dump our witnesses here?

Somebody escort the gentleman
to the squad room.

- Frank, do you mind?
- Come with me, sir.

- Race, what are you?
- Pakistani.

Asian Pacific or other.

- Who's the other guy?
- What other guy?

I was talking to, who I said bring in.
The one reeking weed.

Who'd we tell?

- Bell.
- Nope. Brought him in.

- How many times stabbed?
- I didn't count, Teddy. A lot.

- Occupation?
- Student.

- Get it from Harry.
- Where?

Please put your hands behind your head
for me, please, lock your fingers.

- Where?
- Hudson College.

Turn around.

- Weapon recovered?
- Not as yet.

ESU's doing a toss of the house,
street, dumpsters, grates, drains.

What we're looking for is
an approximately five-inch long...

...one-and-a-half-inch wide,
possibly serrated...

...knife.

Turn around.

Do not move.

- You picked him up where, again?
- 65th and Broadway.

- No, wait, wait.
- What time?

- About 0200.
- I didn't do it.

Didn't do what?

What's your name, son?

- Nasir. You don't understand.
- That's why we're gonna talk, okay?

So I will understand.
Just you and me. Come over here.

- Come on. Come on.
- Please, let go of me.

No, no! I didn't do anything!
I didn't do anything!

- Put your hands behind your back!
- Give me your arm!

Hey, hey, man, that's the dude
I was talking about. That's him right there.

Yeah. Hey, that's him.

No!

No! I didn't do anything!

- Should we call the police?
- No.

Remember what he said in the car?

"Is she dead?"

We didn't, uh,
formally meet out there.

I'm Detective Sergeant Dennis Box.

So, Nasir.

- Is that what you like to be called, or...?
- Naz.

Naz. Okay. That's easy.

So, Naz, what happened tonight?

Did you know Andrea well,
or just meet her?

Just someone who got in your cab?

- My dad's cab.
- Your dad's cab, all right.

You picked her up in the cab.

Where?

Naz.

I don't know. Downtown somewhere.
I was lost. I don't know.

Okay. Then?

Where'd she say she wanted to go?

- The beach.
- The what?

- The beach.
- The beach?

She say something or do something
or behave in some way to upset you?

No.

- She must have said something.
- No.

Naz, you said out there I didn't
understand. And you're right, I don't.

That's what I'm trying to do here. I'm—
It's why I'm here.

To try to understand.
To hear it from you.

I don't have to do that, by the way.
I want to.

What you need to understand is what
you say to me here is very important.

For you, not me. It can help you.

I'm trying to help you.
Help me help you.

- I can't breathe.
- Okay.

- That's okay, not uncommon. Just relax.
- No, I mean, I have asthma.

- You got something to help you with that?
- No.

You wanna go to the hospital?

I wanna go home.

- You still on hold?
- Yes, I am.

- Where is this hospital?
- It's here, where do you think?

Didn't he say he was going
into Manhattan?

"Is she dead?"

What?

That's what you asked the officers in the
car that brought you here. "Is she dead?"

You don't remember saying that?

They hadn't said anything about her.

Hadn't said it was a she or a he,
let alone dead, nobody had.

So you were at her place.
Can we agree on that?

You have a couple drinks. Maybe a kiss.
You have a couple more drinks and...

And she's pretty, I know that.
I saw her.

- What'd she do, say no?
- No.

- Fought you?
- No.

Then what happened, Naz?

I don't know. I fell asleep.

When I woke up and
she was like that...

She was dead.
And you, what did you do?

I ran.

Because I was scared.

- By what you'd done.
- No.

What we're gonna do when we're done
here, just so you know, is run some tests.

You know why?

Because you're a crime scene, Nasir. Just
like the house, and the cab, and Andrea.

And it's our job to collect everything
we can from a crime scene.

And here's what we're gonna find,
if you ask me.

Her in the cab, the cab on her,
you in the house, the house on you...

...you on her, her on you,
the knife on you, her on the knife.

I didn't kill her.

You had sex with her.

Yes. But it wasn't— I...

- I didn't force her.
- I didn't say you did.

She's only the second girl I've ever slept
with in my life. I liked her.

She was nice.

Look, I'm gonna be straight with you, Naz,
because what I'm looking at...

...the evidence already,
the eyewitnesses are so strong...

...you really need to start telling me
the truth for your sake.

I am.

You see that, right?

That's recording us,
and it will be used in court.

How you think that's gonna come off?
"She was nice, I liked her.

- But I killed her anyway."
- I didn't. I already told you, I—

I can't remember.

I have to tell you,
that's not gonna play any better.

Judges and juries,
they don't like, "I can't remember."

They like honesty.
They like remorse. They like that a lot.

That counts for something to them.

And even more to you.
I'm talking about years.

Honesty and remorse can shave
a lot of years off.

So you may want to revise that.

Now's the time.

All right. Let's go do what we have to do.
We can talk again later.

Come on.

Take your clothes off.

Yeah.

- What's—?
- Shut the fuck up and take your shirt off.

Don't look at me. Take your pants off.

Sorry about that.

Here. Put these on.

Thank you.

Hello? How long do I have to be in here?
I got things to do.

No, that's okay.

Would you hang on a second, please?
Gentlemen, how's the scene?

It's the Battle of Gettysburg.

We'll be there all day.
Where's the birthday boy?

- Upstairs.
- Thanks.

Can you spell your name for me?

Hey, yo, excuse me, miss?
Hey, yo, can I call my moms?

Hey, come on.

All right, I'll have one of our
detectives get in touch with you.

Turn to your left. Turn to the
other side. Take your shirt off.

Make sure you get some close-ups
on those back scratches.

Get a shot of that. Put your arms up.

All right, put your hand here.

Turn it over.
Let's get a close-up. Thank you.

I'd like to get a little swab
of the blood on your hands.

A little swipe under the nails.
A little bit off the scratches on your back.

- And inside your cheek. Okay if I do that?
- I don't know. Is it?

I need your consent, Naz.

If you don't give it,
then I have to get a court order.

And that will take about 45 minutes.
So it's not a problem, except for you.

Refusing looks bad to a jury.
And I really don't want you disadvantaged.

But it's up to you. You can say no.

- I didn't do it.
- Well, there you have it.

You got nothing to fear,
so shall we go ahead and do it then?

Your call.

- Say the words for me, Naz.
- Yes.

Open your mouth.

Oh, one more thing.

I'm gonna need a penile swab too.
Is it okay if we do that next?

Yes?

Okay.

- You want me to stay?
- Will it hurt?

- No.
- Stand up.

Drop your pants.

That's good, good.

Just— Just relax.

I think we're about done here.

- Box wanted palms and tips too.
- I didn't hear him say that.

Then don't do it.

All right,
try not to shake too much.

- I want a lawyer.
- Oh, yeah, why?

What do you mean, why?

You know what kind of message
that sends?

Hey, what do we know?
We're just crime scene unit guys.

So why don't you wait
till the squad detectives come back...

...and get into all that with them.

Seriously though, kid,
"look before you leap" is what I say.

Okay. We're done here.

Wipe up.

Here's my card.
Two hundred and fifty bucks.

I'll meet you there.

- You'll be okay.
- Will you take a check?

- For you, Paul?
- Pauline.

Pauline, I'm sorry.

A cashier's check's okay.

- Hey, what's with Gunga Din in there?
- Who?

- The big-eyed kid.
- The kid?

- Yeah, in the pen.
- Oh, him.

He cut a girl on 87th Street.

Who did?

They're called razors, Jack,
you should invest. Experiment.

Worse comes to worst,
it all grows back.

All right, my man. All we need now
is the knife and clothes and shoes.

- I sent all that over before you got here.
- Who did?

Two of my unis drove it over.

You always break chain
of evidence like that?

Relax. It's all there, neat and tidy.

Here's a voucher.

- They handed it to Mathis?
- He's their dispatcher.

With the Battle of Gettysburg and all,
he was the only one there.

Hey, nobody told me
you were coming here.

Yet here we are.

Thought I was doing you guys
a favor. The fuck do I know?

- Next time wait for us.
- Next time call first.

- What are you doing?
- I'm here to see my client.

- You just did.
- Not him— Her. Him.

Your man is here, as it were,
Johnny the Red.

Bye now.

And don't lose that key!

Twenty-five years,
the Berlin Wall comes down...

...and this throwback's still going
on about communists.

So, Nazir— Nasir.

- Is that what I call you or...?
- Naz.

- You're a citizen, Naz?
- What, who are you?

Your lawyer. You a U.S. citizen?

- You're, like, a public defender?
- No. You're a citizen?

- Yeah.
- Guess number one:

Pakistani by blood.

- Yeah, my mom.
- What is she?

- Punjabi, Pashtun, Baluch?
- Punjabi.

- You been to Pakistan?
- No.

- Have you?
- No.

It's eczema. Dermatologist says
to keep them aerated.

Like that's gonna cure anything.

I don't know, maybe it helps.
I really can't tell.

- You ever been arrested?
- No.

- Pissing in public, littering, anything?
- No.

Well, first time for
everything, right?

Don't worry about my feet.
It's not contagious.

- How's your politics?
- What do you mean, my politics?

Well, not to sound like a tea-bagger,
but how do you feel about America?

Well, I'm American. I was born here.

Name two Yankees
headed for the Hall of Fame.

- Why?
- One Mississippi—

- Rivera and Jeter.
- Good.

- Married?
- No.

So, as a good Muslim boy,
you live with your parents?

- Yeah.
- Talk to them yet?

- They took my phone.
- Talk to anyone?

- What do you mean?
- Here.

Like who?

It's not a tough question.
Like cops, who else is there?

- Uh, I talked to one.
- Why?

- What do you mean, why?
- Tell me he told you you had to.

He didn't.

- Tell me he didn't read you your rights.
- They did.

I may need you to come down again.

So don't, like, run off to Europe
without telling me.

Do I look like someone running off
to Europe anytime soon?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You may go home
and get some sleep now.

- You almost done?
- Yeah. You?

Yeah.

Let's get out of here before they—

Don't look up.

Hit print, let's go.

- You two were first on the scene, right?
- Yeah.

Just finished the DD-5s.
Everything's done. We're going home.

Upstairs.

Sir, we were supposed to be off
like five hours ago.

- Really?
- Yeah. So...

So come upstairs.

This was when?

I don't know. What time is it now, 4?

- Six.
- Six?!

What time am I getting out of here?

Never, if you keep answering questions
with questions.

What was the question again?

What time it was when you saw them, as
you put it, rubbing up against each other?

I wanna say 10, 11,
something like that.

You were alone?

Yeah.

- Doing what?
- Just walking.

On West 87th Street,
a block from the park?

The fuck is that supposed to mean?

Is this her?

Yeah, that's her.

Is he on this?

I just told you that was him out there
on the floor, like, hours ago.

What more do you want from me?

I want you to look at it
and tell me if he's on it or not.

This towelhead right here.

- Just the number, not the op-ed.
- Four. Number four.

Initial it for me.

Thank you, Trevor.

Okay, Naz, listen to me,
don't talk to anybody anymore.

Anyone asks you anything,
"How you doing? Isn't it a nice day?"

You say, "Gee, I don't know.
Talk to my lawyer." Okay? Say it.

- Okay.
- No, no, say that to me.

- I don't know.
- I don't know.

- Talk to...
- Talk to my lawyer.

Good. I've been an "I don't know" guy
all my life.

It's never let me down.

Where you going?

To see if I can get you out of here.
Short of that, get your phone call.

- You know what they're saying I did?
- I don't. And I don't care.

Until they charge you,
you didn't do anything.

Guard!

Don't go anywhere.

Thanks, Wayne.

You know what I wonder?
Where'd it all go wrong?

The cop who first built one of these
counters, how tall you think he was?

- I want to take the kid out of here.
- No shit.

- Is he being charged?
- Oh, yeah.

- With?
- Possession of a weapon, for now.

Misdemeanor desk appearance.
Let's get him to a judge.

Not gonna happen. They like him
for this 87th Street thing bigtime.

- Who's they?
- Box.

- The fuck's he got to do with it?
- What do you think?

- Lieberman said he cut a girl.
- "Cut" is right.

- She's dead?
- Uh-huh.

- And it's Box?
- Uh-huh.

Fuck.

- Naz?
- Listen, I'm at a police station.

And it's all a mistake.

They've arrested me.
They think I did something.

Murder.

Is he hurt?