All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.Criminal.Intent.S01E04.WEB-DL.x264-ION10

In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

(breathing heavily)

You hardly been
here half hour.

Yeah, well, now I got
a half-hour drive back.

Home before Denise wakes up.

What? Her sleeping
pills no good anymore?

(chuckles)

(sniffs)

Come on, baby.

Just hold me.

Oh, come on.

Angie, you know
how I feel about you.

I'll call you
when I call you.

WOMAN (over intercom):
Henry, wake up.

I need you right now
in the kitchen.

Henry, come on!
Answer me!

I mean it!

What?

What is that?

It's a condom, Henry,
a used condom.

What's it doing on my floor?

Those damn bastards.

God... the parking lot guys.

Last night at Kray's--
I went there with a client.

What are you talking about?

Oh!

One of them must have brought
his girlfriend into the car

and-and-and the son of a bitch
just threw it!

Just left it there
on the ground

and then I get in,
you know,

and I step on it

and it sticks to my shoe

and-and I drag it in here.

Oh... I'm so sorry.

Oh, sweetheart.

You should just stop
taking clients there.

That'll send them a message.

That is exactly
what I'm going to do.

You should make them pay
to clean your car.

I know.

All right, what's the line
on, uh, Purdue-Michigan?

Give me a dime on Michigan.

(knock at door)

All right, I got to go.

Come!

You settled the Kendrick's
case for 75 grand?

You could have gotten
twice that much.

Why didn't you call me?

I did. You didn't
answer my pages.

Is that the story
you're going
to go with?

You see this ring? Yale Law.

Right?

You think they just
give these out to idiots?

If I hadn't settled

they might have actually read
the medical report.

Your chiropractor had
Mrs. Kendrick's shoulder injury

on the wrong shoulder--
75 grand was a gift.

All right, well,
just check with me next time.

There's not going to be
a next time.

Mullins & Koop
has offered me a position.

Things been kind of slow

around here anyway.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

Hey, what's going on?

Tonight? No, Angie.
I can't tonight.

Because I have a job,
that's why.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll... but I can't stay
for long.

(soft music playing)

What?

What?

Oh, Angie, I don't
have time for this.

No, I want to help you
relax, baby.

I'm not in the mood.

You know, Denise nearly
caught me last night.

You made me so crazy,

I forgot to take off
the damn condom.

It fell out of my pants
on the kitchen floor.

We don't have to have sex.

We can just
chill out, you know?

Talk and stuff.

I can't. Not now.

Well, then when?

3:00 in the morning?

Slam, bang,
like I'm some whore?

Angie...

Why can't we just hang out
like a regular couple?

'Cause we're not
a regular couple!

We have a structure.

That's the way
it has to be.

Well, screw your structure.

I ain't with it no more.

I want you to leave your wife.

Are you nuts?

I'm not leaving Denise.

You said you were going
to take care of me.

Oh, just take it easy.

Your wife's going to leave you.

I'm going to call her.
- Don't you dare.

Let go of me!
- Don't you dare.

Oh!

(muffled screaming)

I'm going away for two weeks and
you've hardly said "boo" to me.

Stuff's piling up
at work.

You sure it isn't
anything else?

Marie, it's nothing.

Henry, I'm sick of traveling.

I want to be in one place.

I want to be with you.

We're good together,
aren't we?

I can make
you happy.

Better than Denise.

Let me think about it.

I'm serious.

I'd do anything
to be with you.

I know.

Let's skip dessert.

My plane's not till midnight.

We'll get a room
near the airport.

Marie, I just want to spend
some time alone... with you.

Two weeks, it's just too long
to be away from you, baby.

¶

Decedent's Angie Suarez,
24, lives alone.

No known husband,
boyfriend or girlfriend.

Prostitution raps?

She doesn't have
a record, period.

Neighbors didn't
notice anything.

She have any friends
in the building?

No special friend.

General impression is
people liked her.

She's just a tiny
little thing.

It took a real tough
guy to kill her.

Yeah...

tough guy she liked a lot.

She did her nails

lipstick, makeup,

silk lingerie--

not cheap for a girl like her.

Scented bath oil...

This was going to be a big date.

I was bringing her some
pie my wife had made.

Angie was nice to her

when I was in the
hospital last fall.

Man, it's an awful thing.

She ever talk
about boyfriends?

No. She talked about
her family back in Miami,

about trying to
better herself.

How was she doing
with that?

Not to good with the
hours she was keeping.

What hours were those?

Every night around 8:00
a van would pick her up

and there would
be a driver

with six or seven
young Hispanic girls

all dressed up and looking fine.

She wouldn't get home
till 2:00 or 3:00.

You waited up?

We hear her
in the hallway

singing to herself

like she had a couple
of drinks too many.

But she always came home alone.

All right, thank you.

There are hostess bars
over in Queens,

cater to a Spanish
clientele--

mostly undocumented workers.

They pick up
their girls in a van.

MAN:
Angie worked here
since last year.

She's a good employee.

EAMES:
You mean she's good

at playing these guys
for their money.

You want the girls
to talk to you

you got to buy them drinks--
everybody knows the game.

Anyway, she hasn't been
here for a few days.

Because she was strangled
and drowned in her bathtub.

Little Angie?

No...

Anyone here

good for it?

No.

The customers don't know
where they live.

Maybe she was seeing one of them
on the side?

House rules: No sex. No dating.

Just talking and dancing.

Dead?

Madre de Dios.

It was someone
she knew well.

Maybe someone from here.

Sorry, Mister,
I have to work.

I can't sit
and talk to you.

Let's dance.

I like to dance.

(slow music playing)

Is that better?

Angie like to dance?

She love it.

But she don't
like this place.

You have to drink to make money

and she don't like drinking.

And Mr. Casamayor,

he don't treat her so nice.

Well, how's that?

She broke her foot
on the stairs in the subway

and she can't walk

and he said if she don't
come to work anyway

he going to fire her.

Nice boss.

How about the customers?

Is there anyone special?

No, she treat them
all the same.

Anyway, she have a boyfriend.

Who was that?

I don't know-- an Anglo.

She say one day she
want to be with him.

She don't have to work
like this no more.

Thank you, Tia, okay?

Uh...

this is for the drinks
and for the dance.

Thank you.
Okay?

DEAKINS:
No Anglo boyfriends on here.

What about her apartment?

Nothing.

The guy got rid
of anything

that might of had
his name or number.

He leave any
other calling card?

Looks like he wiped his
fingerprints off doorknobs,

that sort of thing.

No signs of sex.

We got coke residue on
a mirror in the bedroom,

but Angie's tox was
negative for drugs.

So we feel pretty good she
wasn't killed by a stranger?

She knew the guy.

Good. Councilman
will be delighted
to know

it's not some maniac
terrorizing his slum.

You can kick it
over the 1-5.

Why? We got
time for this.

Chief of Detectives
needs a couple of bodies

for the Mayor's
drug task force.

Okay, I should know better.

But it's a good opportunity.

Suit yourself.

You like this case, too.

Yeah, I like Angie.

But the Captain's right.

The task force
is a good way

for you to
get noticed.

I didn't take this job
to get noticed.

All right, this came
in 20 minutes ago.

"Female Caucasian,
young, blonde.

"Found nude on
Rockaway Beach.

"Possible drowning
or strangulation.

Approximately five
feet tall, slim build."

Big day for little women.

MAN:
A couple of surfers
found her right here.

Tides been running high
the last couple of days?

About four feet.

How do you explain
she got all the way
up here?

I don't, but her lungs
are full of water.

She drowned, probably
after being assaulted

and tossed off a boat.

She's been dead at least
a couple of days.

Well, unless they're scenting
the ocean with lavender,

this woman was drowned
in a bathtub.

What are you doing?

(gasps)

Denise...

you nearly gave me
a heart attack.

What are those?

This is evidence
in a case.

This woman got her jacket
caught in a door

getting off a bus.

Nearly dragged her
halfway down the block.

It's sounds like
a good case.

Well, it might only
be worth

15 or 20 grand
to the firm.

But the bus company's

really going to make me
work for it.

Is everything okay
at the firm?

Yeah, on paper,
on paper.

It just takes longer and longer
to get the cases settled.

Do you need help?

Oh, Denise...

I know you hate to ask.

I'll talk to Tom
at the bank.

Honey...

(moans softly)

What would I do
without you?

RODGERS:
Handprints around her neck
are similar in size and range

as the ones on Ms. Suarez.

Tox screen was positive
for cocaine and alcohol.

Stomach was full,
clams casino would be my guess,

indicating she was killed
about an hour after eating.

Sexual assault?

No. Negative for all three
ports of entry.

She looks athletic.

Well-developed
arms and legs

stomach like a trampoline,

a tush you could
crack walnuts with

and an excellent body wax

except, of course,
for the exclamation point.

She could be a stripper.

These scars
on her back

about six months old.

Look like glass cuts.

Maybe she fell through

a shower door or a window.

And Angie Suarez broke her foot
eight months ago.

DEAKINS:
What's this guy's twist

besides picking on petite women?

Neither victim showed
any signs of sexual contact.

No sign the perp gratified
himself on or near the bodies.

But we've got
a serial killer, right?

Well, there's a
ritualistic aspect
to the killings.

Bathtub, similar
body types...

but there's no
extraneous violence

pre- or postmortem.

The murders were committed
within a day or two

of each other.

Could be a serial killer
or a killing spree.

(phone rings)

Deakins. Uh-huh.

Okay. Got it.

Well, whatever they are...

now there's three of them.

(sighs)

Handprints look the same
size as the other ones.

Same body type.

No drowning-- this one
was strangled right here.

This is
a toe separator.

For a bunion.

When she runs.
She was jogging.

Abrasions on her hands
and knees from the fall.

She was probably attacked
from behind on the path.

The foot's swelled.

It feels cracked.

More likely the guy
was running next to her.

Tripped her.

As if by accident.

There are
no drag marks,

so she probably
hopped over here

under her own steam
or with his help.

Then he went
to work on her.

Somebody she knew.

Someone she
felt safe with.

None of the witnesses
saw her this morning

but they said she
jogged most days.

Always alone.

What do you hear
from the precincts?

No open cases with
similar M.O.s.

We got a pop on
the jogger's prints.

Deirdre Carnahan, 33.

She has priors?

Her prints are
in the system

because she's
a city employee,

court clerk's office.

Civil court?

Yes.

I-I'm looking for Angie Suarez's
phone... phone records.

We have a woman who worked
in the civil court

where personal injury
lawsuits are filed.

We have a Jane Doe
with a broken wrist

and glass cuts on her back,
probably from an accident.

And we have Angie Suarez...

...who was calling the law firm
of Henry Talbott every other day

since she broke her foot
in a slip-and-fall.

WOMAN:
Yes, Miss Suarez was

a client of ours.

She was suing the city.

She'd call every so often
and ask about it.

She was very impatient.

Who was handling
her case?

An associate,
Rand Bowers.

What about
this woman?

She had a
broken wrist

glass cuts
on her back.

Marie Rimer.

She was suing a strip club.

A mirror fell on her
when she was doing a lap dance.

Rand Bowers was handling
this case as well.

Can we speak to Mr. Bowers?

He doesn't work here anymore.

(knock at door)

Anything I can help
here with, Anna?

These detectives are asking
about two of our clients--

Angie Suarez
and Marie Rimer.

And why's that?

There were
found murdered.

Are you
Henry Talbott?

Yeah.

Geez.

Uh... what happened?

Maybe we should talk
about it in your office.

That's a freak thing,
losing two clients like that.

I guess I'm
not surprised.

If I remember,
they were employed

in marginal lines of work.

That's right.
You're not

that involved
in their cases?

I sign clients.

I hand them off to my associate

and, uh, write them a check
at the end of the day.

Delegation.
Is that the secret

to success you learned at Yale?

Your ring.

Oh.

It's one of the secrets.

What was
Rand Bowers'

relationship with Ms.
Suarez and Ms. Rimer?

I don't know.

You think something improper
was going on?

He knew all the victims.

Another woman
was killed

with the same M.O.,
Deirdre Carnahan

from the court
clerk's office.

Her colleagues said
she knew Mr. Bowers

from when he came in
to file lawsuits.

I should tell you,
I fired Rand Bowers last Monday.

For what reason?

His work was erratic.

He wasn't getting his
cases settled and, uh...

I don't know if it was the job

or his personal life,
but he seemed like

he was just spinning
out of control.

Schultz & Moynahan.

It's a golf tournament.

You used to
work there?

Yeah, I was senior partner.

Too much management,
not enough law.

Nothing beats flying solo.

(chuckles)

I see you like college hoops.

Mmm.

You have a few games
circled here.

I follow the teams.

(laughing):
No, it's all right.

We're not, uh, Vice Squad.

(laughing):
Okay.

Got to do
something

to relieve the stress.

I'm sure you do.

(phone rings)

Is that a private line?

It's my wife.

Don't mind us.

Actually, I do.

Why don't you just leave
your name with my secretary

and, uh, if I think
of something,

I'll give you a call.

Yeah.

WOMAN (with European accent):
Connecticut?
Connecticut is gross.

You've been bugging me to
take you away for the weekend.

I'm taking you
to Connecticut.

I told you I want
Miami, South Beach.

This time of year?
It's like a damn sauna.

You'll like Connecticut.
It's got a casino.

(snorts)

There's no sandy
beach there.

Please, Henry, I got
beautiful bikini to wear

with little string
go up between here.

Oh, yeah?

Why don't you wear it
in the hotel room?

I want to feel
the sun on my skin.

You promised me Miami.

You promised we go
away for a month.

I have a law firm to run.

I think you
have other girl.

I think you have wife.

I will find out.

Baby, there's no one.

Look.

Just give me this weekend,

and we'll go to Miami
for Labor Day.

Better be not promise.

Don't worry.

No promise.

Talbott can say
whatever he wants,

but he did not fire me.

We're more interested
in what you have to
say about him.

Starting with the
$60,000 settlement
to Angie Suarez.

I don't know anything about it.

Talbott said the case

was never settled.

He said the same thing
about Marie Rimer.

The strip club's
insurance company

say they wrote a check out

for $150,000.

Talbott handled the
clients' money, not me.

Ask Suarez and Rimer.

No, it'll have
to come from you, Rand,

because they're dead.

Oh, my God.

Oh, that crazy son of a bitch.

Talbott?

He told me

not to tell them
about the settlements.

He said he was keeping
the money.

He was investing it
or some... bull.

I think he was
having affairs with them.

He had them all
on speed dial

on his office phone.

The guy had needs.

Like... gambling?

And coke.

He had a drawer full of cash

he'd give his secretary

to run errands to his
coke dealer, his bookie.

It's what got him tossed out
of Schultz & Moynahan.

Well, how does he
stay in business?

Mostly his wife bailed him out.

She's got family money,
a lot of it.

Looks like his train's
about to run out of gravy.

EAMES:
Mrs. Talbott?

Is your husband home?

No, he's away working.

He already left
for his office?

No, I meant he's
in Pittsburgh

on business
until Monday.

He drove himself to
the airport last night.

Mom, what's going on?
- Go back inside
it's okay.

Where in Pittsburgh?

He didn't tell me.

I-I have no any idea.

What's going on?

We're sorry

but we have
a search warrant

and an arrest warrant
for your husband.

Arrest for what?

Three murders.

Henry never hurt anyone
his whole life.

He's never so much
as raised his voice at me.

I'm sure that's true,
Mrs. Talbott,

but we still need
to find him.

I told you
I don't know where he is.

Well, doesn't he have
a cell phone?

He turns it off
when he's working.

We checked last night's
flights to Pittsburgh

from LaGuardia,
Newark, JFK.

Your husband wasn't
on any of them.

No. He went
to Pittsburgh.

This is...
Angie Suarez.

She worked in
a hostess bar.

She was killed Monday
by somebody she knew.

She was your
husband's client...

and his mistress.

And he stole

$60,000 from her.

That's not true.

Marie Rimer.

She was
a stripper.

She was killed
Monday or Tuesday

in the same way
as Ms. Suarez.

She also was a client

and he slept with her
and stole her money.

Deirdre Carnahan.

She worked in the
court clerk's office.

She was another one
of your husband's mistresses.

By the way, he jogs
in the morning, doesn't he?

Yes.

Thursday?

I guess. I'm not sure.

Deirdre Carnahan
was killed by someone

she was jogging with
Thursday.

All these women were killed
by the same man

the same man they were
all sleeping with--

your husband.

Is something wrong
with the floor?

No.

You're remembering
something.

No, I was just thinking.

You're completely wrong
about Henry.

He's deceiving you.

No. He's my husband.

I'm calling my lawyer.

We'll just see how far
you get with this.

Talbott knows how to pick 'em.

Uh... um... there is...
there is one guy

that Talbott would stay
in touch with.

His bookie.

MAN:
I don't know anything
about bookmaking.

I own a diner.
That's my business.

Those envelopes
Talbott's secretary
brings you every week--

what are those,
lunch orders?

Mr. Turman,

Henry Talbott is a suspect

in the murder of three women.

Man.

What do you want me
to do about it?

GOREN: It's late Friday. There's
lots of games on the schedule.

He's going to call in.

We want to put
a trace on him.

This is something you want
to help us with, right?

He already called.
About an hour ago.

Where was he?

Caller ID had
a Connecticut area code.

Sounded like
he was at a gas station.

There was a girl with him.

Sounded like
a Russian girl.

You guys think
he's running?

Why? How much
is he down?

120 Gs.

No Russian names
among his clients.

Maybe his phone records.
You calling in?

Yeah. We're going to get out
notification

to the Connecticut
State Troopers.

I'm worried
for this girl--

whoever she is.

If she says
the wrong thing...

It may not matter.

Whatever set Talbott off--

maybe one of the girls
threatened to exposed him.

He was going to get disbarred,
lose his wife.

He went into panic mode.

Yeah, hook me up
to Operations.

Here. Calls to
the Mikhailkov
Chiropractic Clinic.

I smell blinis.

The clinic had one
of their therapists

spending the weekend
in Connecticut with
some mystery boyfriend.

It's her.
Irina Konchalovsky.

Connecticut troopers
found her naked

in a rest stop off I-95
outside of Bridgeport.

Strangulation marks
are probably from a belt.

Four girls in a week.

Guy's cleaning house.

Forensics examined
Talbott's office phone.

His speed dial had room
for eight numbers.

Two slots were for
his wife's numbers,

another slot
was his bookie

Five other slots had
their numbers erased.

Five girlfriends.

There's one
still out there.

Any way to recover
those numbers?

Once they're gone, they're gone.

But there was a message
on his voicemail.

No way to tell how old it is.

I transferred it to tape.

WOMAN:
It's me.

I'm so sorry, baby

but I'll be tied up in report
until 9:00 tonight.

Nothing I can do about it.

I'll make it up to you.

"In report"-- that's
a hospital nurse's meeting.

Our fifth girlfriend's
a nurse.

Check his phone records.

I don't remember
any nurses

but there calls to a
half dozen hospitals.

We'd better get started.

Let's not let
this one get away.

Maybe there's a way
we could reel Talbott in.

What about between shifts?
Can't we get together?

I'm on call; I
have to sleep here.

Damn it.

Damn it. Well,
when can I see you?

Wednesday night.

That's two days.

I know, baby.

Well, just screw it.

Come-come away
with me now.

I can't. I want
you so much, baby.

I want you.
- Look, Dana, uh...

I want to stay
at your place.

Of course.

Did something happen
with Denise?

I left her.

(keys jingling)

Henry, you make
yourself at home

for as long as you want.

I got to go.

I'll see you Wednesday.

I hear disturbing things
about you, Henry.

But your business
is your business.

I need you to settle up--

the full 120.

Now, I know you check
your messages, Henry.

If I don't hear from you
within 24 hours,

my associates will find you.

There's no second chance
on this, Henry.

You've got my number.

Call me.

How was that?

That was pretty good.

What took you so long?
You got the money?

(siren wailing)
I was just getting
ready to leave.

Freeze!
- Don't move!

All right, cuff him.

He called and asked
me to help him

with his gambling debt.
Of course, I agreed.

Why, couldn't he
do it himself?

He's out of town on business.
I told you.

We know he's
out of town.

Want to see what "business"
he was up to this weekend?

This girl was a
therapist at a clinic

that treated your
husband's clients.

It won't end with her.

I don't want to talk
about this anymore.

And that's that--
since they're aren't
any charges pending

I'm walking my client
out of here.

Where are you going,
Mrs. Talbott?

You going to go home
and anesthetize yourself

with these pills we found
in your purse and your house?

What do you got there?
Sedatives,

sleeping pills, antidepressants?

I have a medical condition.
My doctor prescribed them.

There's no prescription number
on these.

You got these under the table.

The only medical condition
you have is denial.

Detective...

Your husband got them
for you, didn't he?

From one of his connections.

To help you blot out
what you know.

I don't know anything.

You know!

Our lab analyzed
that spot on your kitchen floor

the one that you
were staring at.

They found traces
of semen and spermicide.

What happened?

Did Henry nail one of his
girlfriends on your shiny floor?

Did he leave something
there for you

to flaunt how little
he cares for you?!

Henry cares about me.

Not you, your money.

Me. He loves me.

Don't you get it?

Even if what you say is true,
which it isn't

if he killed them, he did it
for me, to be with me!

Denise...

Henry loves me!

No one's keeping him
away from me or my children.

So much for sisterhood.

She knows something.

It's just a matter
of pushing the right buttons.

Doctors usually only keep
pill samples in their offices.

Bottles like these...

Talbott got them
from a friendly pharmacist.

Or a very friendly nurse
at a hospital.

WOMAN:
Those lot numbers
are correct.

The bottles did come
from our dispensary

but I can't imagine
one of my nurses stealing.

She would have been
pressured into it

by her boyfriend,
Henry Talbott.

Have you seen him?
He's a lawyer.

Oh, yes.

Every six months
he comes around,

hands out his business card
fishing for referrals

but I don't know

if he has a relationship
with anybody here.

He tends to favor
petite women

in their 20s or 30s.

That describes
a lot of my nurses.

We'd like to show
his picture around,

and we need a list
of your off-duty nurses.

I'm on my way out right now.
I'll be home in 20 minutes.

What kind of surprise?

A bath? Sounds so sensual.

I'll be there as quick as I can.

We just wanted
to make sure

you were safe.
Thank you.

Off-duty personnel
accounted for.

One thing you can say
in Talbott's favor,

he's an equal opportunity
sleazeball.

I'm going home
and put my feet up.

See you Friday, Artie.
See you.

I didn't talk to her.

(sniffing)

(knock at door)

Hey, Don Juan,
you're under arrest.

Let me make sure
I haven't missed anything.

There's no physical evidence
of any kind

at the crime scene
or in his car.

There's no fingerprints,
no fibers,

no witnesses to connect
Mr. Talbott

to any of the bodies.

There's no evidence of contact

between Mr. Talbott
and any of these girls

that cannot be explained away
by a professional relationship.

We have the kid

who used to work for him.

Besides the fact
that his own conduct

is questionable

he can offer no evidence
that Talbott was sleeping

with the victim,
let alone murdered them.

We know he defrauded
two of them.

However satisfying
that knowledge is

it doesn't amount

to a prosecutable case.

The only charges
that we can make stick

are gambling and
possession of cocaine.

He needs to be caught
in the act.

And maybe he can be,

given the right stimulus.

So what happens now?

Now I fill out the booking form.

We need your date of birth.

February 17, 1957.

I never would have guessed
you're over 40.

Really? Why's that?

Place of birth?

Queens. St. Mark's Hospital.

I think I know why.

It's because I have
a lot of girlfriends

for a guy my age.
Is that right?

Well, maybe it's true.

But you ask them.

They'll tell you.
I could never hurt a woman.

It's just, it's not my nature.

You know, you should sit up more
when you type.

It's bad for your back

and your shoulders.

Think so?

Yeah. Well, I've done a lot
of repetitive motion cases.

More, more.

Straighten your shoulders
back there.

Yeah, good.

It feels better, though, right?

I need him
in interrogation.

I'm not done booking him.

I don't care.
I need him in
interrogation now.

Hey, lay off.

Hey, it's none of your business.

Ooh, tough guy.

Stand back from the door.

Well, we're here.
Where's he?

He likes to take his time.

I appreciate
what you said back there.

Oh, I see that kind of stuff
all the time.

They do it because they know
they can get away with it.

I'm not telling you anything
you don't already know.

You're not wearing
your wedding ring.

Is that for professional reasons
or 'cause you're single?

I'm single.

Very single right now.

I'll bet when guys
find out you're a cop,

they don't know
how to handle it.

They feel threatened.

They leave you alone

or they try
to push you around.

Sounds like every
Saturday night

I've had for
the last year.

How do you know
so much?

Because I listen to women.

Is that how
you keep all
those women happy,

by listening
to them?

I listen and they tell me
what they like,

what they want
and then I give it to them.

I have a lot to give
the right woman.

I'm going to walk out of here,

and when it's appropriate,
I'd like to call you

if it's okay with you.

Hmm?

Let's just see
what happens here.

TALBOTT:
Nothing's going
to happen.

Just tell me you'll
think about it.

I'll think about it.

TALBOTT:
It doesn't have to be anything.
Just a drink.

I'm a good listener.

Stop it.

You know,
you have beautiful hair.

You really believe
if he comes home

that he's going
to be a good boy?

Look at him.

He's facing
four murder charges

and he still can't
help himself.

Look how cocky he is.

That's because he knows

that he has you
in his back pocket.

You hoped he'd change.

He won't.

It's the way
his brain is wired.

He's never been the man
you thought you married.

He never will be.

(sobbing)

One night two weeks ago,
I found him in the garage.

He was taking clothes
out of the trunk of his car

women's clothes--
white jacket, a red blouse.

He put them in a garbage bag.

(sobs)

They have a great piano bar
there-- very cozy.

Looks like you
started without me.

Where have you been
since Thursday night?

Well, as you probably
figured out by now,

I have a coke problem.

Uh, Thursday night
I was on a binge--

coking, drinking.

Anyone with you
Thursday to Sunday?

I don't know.
Probably the escorts.

You have to check
my credit card for that.

When these things
happen to me,

I become
a pretty bad boy.

Why do you keep
looking at her

when I'm the one
talking to you?

I'm being polite.

You were coming on
to her, weren't you?

(snickers)

You had enough
of this guy?

Plenty.

I need to go
wash off the slime.

(chuckles)

She's... she's
your type, hmm?

Like your girlfriends,
Angie, Marie, Irina.

Those aren't my girlfriends.

Their numbers were
on your speed dial.

You erased them,
I know

but our technicians
recovered them.

For being a lawyer
you should know better

than to lie
about the obvious.

All right, I was seeing them.

Angie, when did
you last see her?

Sunday night,

when my wife had
already gone to bed.

She said that you had
dinner with a client.

That's right.

What restaurant?

I don't know.

You had clams casino.

(clucks tongue)

Remember what I said about
lying about the obvious?

So you know I had
dinner with Marie,

then you should also know

that we got out of there
just after 8:30.

Marie Rimer... she was
a hot little number.

Who cares? I went home.

(sighs)

You know, I have a theory
about why certain men

are attracted
to petite women.

You want to hear it?

Not particularly.

Petite women are a
snug fit for small men.

That's so ridiculous.

No, I think I'm on
to something here.

Small men can feel like
they have a Titan missile

in their pocket.

Like they're a big man
on the campus.

That's how it felt

when you made
love to them.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Come on, man.
You're a small guy.

What size shoe
do you wear?

I wear a 13.

You look like...

like a 9 or an 8.

I'm a...
Oh, God, why am I...?!

I didn't even want
to talk to you about this.

Don't drag me into this!

(laughing):
Ah! You got small hands, too.

Isn't that
the giveaway?

Oh!

You always felt

inadequate.

That's why you're
always screwing around.

No, no.
- You couldn't
hack it

with the big law firms.

You couldn't measure up-- oops--

to your peers.

That's not true.
That's not true.

These women,
they made you feel powerful.

You could dominate them

but one of them, what?

Wanted something more
from you?

Threatened to have you
disbarred?

Ruin your marriage
with that cash machine

that you call a wife?

No, I was home!

Why don't you just ask my wife!

We did.

She told us

about Marie's red blouse,

the white jacket
in the trunk of your car!

She knows
your game, Henry.

She's been watching you
through that glass

ever since you came in here
with Detective Eames.

Oh, Denise, Denise, Denise,

it's not true.

It's not true!

She's through
being your lifeboat,

your Rock of Gibraltar, Henry.

Listen to me.
It's only been you.

It's only you.

I swear to God!

GOREN:
This time she's
letting you drown.

No, she can't do this.

Why do you think I did this,
you bitch?

(sighs)
Huh?

I did it for you!

Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?!

GOREN:
You know what
she told me?

She takes drugs

because you couldn't
satisfy her.

You never could get her
over the hump!

(yells)

You're dead, Denise!

Dead! Do you hear me!
Dead!

Don't leave me!
Denise, Denise...

I love you.

You're dead!
You're dead!
Do you hear me?!

You're dead!

Now she gets to go home
and tell her kids.

(wolf howling)