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We'll run toxicology.

- You may find cocaine in her.
- That's a broken cricoid.

You're looking at strangulation
as the cause of death.

What do you figure for time?

Rigor's passed off. What with lividity,
general decomposition...

somewhere between three, five days.

Whoever croaked her didn't bother
unhookin' the cable...

when he was stealin' the TV.

- No forced entry.
- Nah. He knew her.

Probably fighting over the pipe.

Is that tooth still bothering you?

Nothing a bullet to the brain
wouldn't straighten out.

Detectives, here's the super...
Mr. Harmon.

Detectives Sipowicz and Kelly.

Phew. Who's burning
coffee grounds here?

You wanna take a whiff
in here without them?

- Medavoy, put out the coffee grounds.
- No, wait. I just got a smell.

Where you been last couple of days?

I took my first vacation in nine months.
I was up to Ellenville 48 hours.

- She live here alone?
- Yeah, pretty much.

- What, she had a boyfriend?
- No regular guy. She saw different guys.

She have problems, bad habits,
anything like that?

- No.
- Smoking crack doesn't count, huh?

- Okay, let's make room.
- Easy, easy.

I never would've guessed it.

She made the rent.
She worked.

Some publisher
over in midtown somewhere.

You have any disturbances
here last week?

Neighbor complained about a ruckus
Saturday morning.

I come down, I knock.
Some guy answered through the door.

Said everything was okay.

So you got complaints of a disturbance...
shouting, sounds of a struggle.

Then some strange guy talks to you
from behind the door...

and he tells you everything
is beautiful in here.

Then you left to go upstate
and never talked to the tenant.

What you gotta use
that tone of voice for?

You got a lot of morons in your family?
Because that could be genetic.

Excuse me. Are you familiar
with the apartment?

Could you help us make
a list of missing items?

- Sure.
- Come on.

Check out that moron thing before
you have any late-in-life children.

What's his problem?

The detective's a little short-tempered.
He's in dental agony, you know?

I'll notify the wagon dispatcher
to have 'em brought in.

- Yeah.
- Do the other hand.

Muggers, drug dealers
on every street corner...

our trusted police force
can't be bothered.

No. They got their manpower focused
on an after-hours card joint.

I'm sure the streets
will be a lot safer tonight.

Hey, when does
your battery run down?

I'm gonna take these reports
down to the sarge.

- Did you get my message to Detective Sipowicz?
- He hasn't come back yet.

- Is she gettin' special treatment?
- Does it look like she is?

- We make a pretty good team, huh?
- We did all right.

You're never gonna make a living
playing blackjack.

Yeah. I lost all my flash money.

You gotta learn not to split eights
against a face card.

That never came up at the academy.

- Bet I could teach you a couple things.
- Mm-hmm?

- You know what delts are?
- No, Roy. What are delts?

Ha. Well, delts are
these muscles... here.

You got great potential delts...

if the right person worked you out.

Mm-hmm.

I only noticed 'cause of this sexy
bare-shoulders thing you're wearing.

Roy, we need
to set some ground rules.

Oh, let me guess.

- No complimenting each other while we're on the clock.
- Something like that.

So if I'm gonna tell you
how great I could make you look...

it would have to be
after the shift.

Let's get these people squared away,
okay? Here are the arrest reports.

Wagon will be here in ten minutes.
Who's taking them to court?

Me and Larson.

Could you get 'em started?
I'll be up in a minute.

- Sure.
- Good morning.

- Can I speak to you, Detective?
- Yeah.

Anti-crime put an undercover
into an after-hours gambling club...

and we popped the operators
and some of the prostitutes they had.

One of the hookers
was asking for you.

She says she can't make bail.

- Who?
- Lois Snyder.

What's she wanna do,
set me up to get me shot again?

Hmm? Here. You give her this.

- And you tell her to stay away from me.
- Okay.

- Detective, how's it goin'?
- Okay.

Roy Larson.
Just came over to Anti-crime.

Yeah. I've seen you around.

I just took down an after-hours joint.
They paired me with Janice Licalsi.

Well, she's a good cop.

John.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

What'd you come up with
on that D.O. A?

Twenty-seven-year-old woman.
Strangulation.

Crack paraphernalia by the bedside.

Ring missing from her finger.
TV, stereo gone.

Car gone out of the garage.

Turns out the car was towed
off a side street yesterday.

Medavoy and Martinez are down at
the impound lot going over it right now.

The girl's parents are dead,
and there's no other family.

We found some divorce papers,
traced her ex.

He said she called him on a crying jag,
asked to borrow $400.

I'd say she's relatively new
to the wonderful world of crack cocaine.

- Andy.
- Mm?

- Your jaw looks swollen.
- I think I got an infected tooth.

You gonna get it looked at?

That would make too much sense,
Lieutenant.

Ha ha.

- Give me DD-5s when you get a chance.
- Okay.

Hey, come here.

- What's this?
- Call this guy.

He tends to run his mouth a little,
but he's a great dentist.

Know how long it's been
since somebody looked at my teeth?

- That's my point.
- You know what they're gonna find?

Whatever they're gonna find,
they're gonna fix.

- Who's the steroid case?
- Larson. Anti-crime.

I'm gonna go and call
the D.O.A. 's job.

- You go to the dentist.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hi, Donna. How ya doin'?

- Hi, Andy.
- Oh, hi.

- Your mouth looks swollen.
- I got a bad tooth.

Want me to come over to your place
tonight, and I'll make us some soup?

Um, I don't think
tonight is any good.

Andy, we are running out of nights
of the week that might be good.

If you're not careful,
I'm gonna start taking this personally.

- Detective, a Mrs. Miller to see you.
- Come here.

I'm amazed at our success.

I just, uh, want things to go right
when you come over.

I don't think
this is a good night...

what with the tooth,
and I still got...

one or two things I gotta fix up
before you come over.

You have got to know you're never
gonna lose points with me...

for being who you are.

Don't be shy of me.

No, I... I know. I'm just, uh...

I wanna make sure
the place is right for visitors.

- Thanks, Andy.
- Yeah. Don't mention it.

Twenty bucks a bullet.

I gotta go.
Thanks for calling.

I'll talk to you later.

Yeah.

Hey.

Oh. Hi, Johnny.

- Lieutenant's got you back in rotation.
- Yeah.

- You ready for that?
- I'm ready.

You want another body
in the interview?

I'm okay. I got it.
Thank you.

- Go get 'em.
- Okay.

- Are you Linda Miller?
- Yeah.

Hi. I'm Sharon Lasalle.
I'm the detective assigned to your case.

Why don't we talk
in the interview room.

I think we'll be more
comfortable there, okay?

I do remember
calling you earlier.

Here you go.
Have a seat.

Your complaint
says you were robbed.

Yeah. A man stole my unemployment check,
and they won't replace the check.

The unemployment won't replace the check
until I make a police report.

We'll take care of that.
Are you all right, Linda?

- Did you get hurt during the robbery?
- Just bruised up a little bit.

You look like you got bruised up
more than a little.

Mm. Can you, uh...

Can you tell me what the man did
when he robbed you?

Yeah. He, um... He, uh...

He, uh, took
my unemployment check...

and he, uh, beat me up some.

Okay. You were on your way home
from grocery shopping.

Yeah, I was at a couple
of job interviews...

and then I stopped by
the 36th street market.

And when I was on my way home,
he came up, and, uh...

he pulled me into a basement stairwell,
and he robbed me.

Can you describe the man?

He was white, about, uh, 5'10.

He was strong.

Okay, and he came towards you.

Did you get a look at his face?

It was pretty dark.

You resisted when he pulled you
into the stairwell.

I didn't wanna lose
my unemployment check.

- Then what happened?
- He beat me up. He took my purse.

And he ran away.

- Did anything else happen?
- No, that was it. That's it.

Do you think that you could, um,
identify this man if you saw him again?

I don't know.
I wasn't really looking at him.

- It happened so fast.
- Did he touch you?

N... He hit me.

Linda, you know...

I've been doing this a while.
I've been doing this a while.

You develop a good sense of when
somebody's holding something back...

either because of
embarrassment, fear...

I told you, Detective,
he robbed me.

You call me Sharon.

Linda, if he touched you...

if he forced himself
on you sexually...

you can feel free
to tell me about that too.

Unless you tell me differently,
it will not leave this room.

I'm worried about my husband.

Why?

He says that I dress provocative.

He was always saying
something like this was gonna happen.

Linda.

Linda, when this man robbed you,
did he rape you too?

Yeah.

Can you tell me what happened?

He, uh...

He put a knife to my throat,
and he made me take off my pantyhose.

And then he... used my pantyhose
to tie my hands behind me...

and then he put...

tape on my mouth
and over my nose.

And then he raped me...

and...
and I thought he was gonna kill me.

But he got scared.

He heard someone up on the landing,
and he ran away.

Okay. Okay. Linda, that's okay.

Good for you. Good for you for saying.

Good for you.

Uh-huh. Right. If you could have
any of her coworkers call me.

Detective Kelly, the 15th squad.

Right. That's the idea.

No, we don't know how she died yet.
Thank you.

- Hey.
- What's her story?

Rob, assault and rape.

She just described the identical M.O.
To a series of rape-homicides...

that I worked in Special Victims
about 41/2 years ago...

How the guy tied her up,
very specific how he taped her face.

Street approach, basement stairwell.

- It's exactly the same M.O.
- She get a look at him?

She's not sure how good.
She's going through the books now.

- Johnny, would you do me a favor?
- Sure.

I'm gonna go uptown,
pull the files on those cases.

Would you keep an eye on her,
see if she needs anything?

No problem. Let's go.

Linda, this is Detective Kelly.

- Hi. John Kelly. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Detective Kelly's gonna
be available to you...

while I put together some of that
information I was telling you about.

- Okay.
- I'll be back in a while, okay?

- Thanks, John.
- See you later.

No doubt Detective Lasalle's
given you the photograph speech.

That people's appearances
change over time.

Yeah. They grow facial hair. They shave.
They get fatter, thinner.

The idea is to I.D.
All the possibilities.

Don't worry about the number
if you're not really sure.

And I will be right around the corner
if you need me.

- Okay.
- You want some coffee?

- No. I'm all right. Thanks.
- Okay.

6:00? Great.
Thanks a lot.

- Martinez.
- Yeah, Lieutenant?

How you doing on that
strangulation homicide?

We searched the victim's car
at the impound yard.

We found a receipt
for some makeup items.

You know,
those stick-on nails...

eyeliner lashes
and stuff and a wig.

All from a place
over in Astoria.

The receipt was dated
after the victim died.

Maybe the guy who did the strangulation
had a backup girlfriend.

So we thought we'd go over
to the wig place in Astoria.

Maybe they remember somebody
buying the stuff.

I'm waiting for a callback
from the victim's job.

Sharon's running down a lead on a rape.
I have her complainant inside.

You don't need Kelly.

No, we don't need him.

Nobody needs Kelly.

Uh, Andy getting
his tooth looked at?

If he doesn't chicken out.

I wish you'd let me
give you some novocaine.

Uh-uh. No needles.

Rinse.

Seems like it's always the toughest guys
afraid of a little needle.

How much more drilling?

We're getting there. Open.

You know, the inside of your mouth
reminds me of some Mayan ruins...

I visited with my wife last year.

- Ha ha.
- Just kidding.

Ah. I'm guessing ten years minimum
since you had your teeth worked on.

Am I right?

I know how that happens.

- People cross what I call
the great divide."

They let so much time go by,
they think it's impossible...

to get their oral house
back in order.

I get the feeling they're afraid
I'm gonna rebuke them.

The fact is, I'm not their father...

or their priest.

All I am is a dentist...
a glorified mechanic.

- I'm sorry to interrupt, Doctor.
- You've got to do something.

Dr. Fleishman's
threatening to kill himself.

Fleishman's the pedodontist
who shares the suite with us.

- Maybe he's just kidding around.
- I don't know.

He's climbed out on the window ledge,
and it's 28 floors down.

Call 911.
Tell them what's going on.

This guy better not
be kidding around.

- Jack.
- What are you doin' out there?

Don't come near me.
You come near this window, I'll jump.

I'm goin'...

I'm gonna go to the other window.
The other window here.

- Jack.
- What?

- Jack.
- Oh.

Listen, your buddy in here, Dr. Heller,
says your name is Jack.

- He's not my buddy.
- What?

- He's not my buddy.
- All right.

Anyway...

Anyway, look, my name is Andy.
I'm a cop.

I was getting my tooth drilled
over here in Dr. Heller's office, and...

Listen, I don't know what's
on your mind right now...

but it's obvious
you're pretty upset.

There's hostage negotiation people
that are coming over to talk to you.

They got a lot of information they can
give you on a situation like this.

Like what?
That I'm a despicable asshole?

- That I don't deserve to live?
- Jack, it's me Irv.

Jack, you're being
way too hard on yourself.

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

I'm an embezzler.

I'm about to have felony fraud charges
filed against me...

by the I.R.S.

Not to mention that I've poisoned every
personal relationship I've ever had.

- Jack...
- Hey! Don't...

Don't worry. I'm not
coming over there by you. L...

Man!

I'll tell you, Jack,
I feel like I got a drill team...

jumpin' around on my tooth
that the doc was workin' on...

so it's hard coming up with a bunch
of cheery thoughts to tell you.

But believe me,
these Hostage Squad people...

They know their stuff, and they're
gonna know exactly what to say.

Hey, Officer, I'm not looking
for anyone to tell me anything.

I know what I am.

I'm a 48-year-old
one-man train wreck.

Don't you think
people could change?

I've tried to change
a thousand times.

That crap lasts
a couple of months max.

Eventually you go back to being the same
disgusting asshole you always were.

You get to a certain age,
it's too late.

You are who you are.

Officer...

can you look me in the eye
and honestly tell me that I'm wrong?

Of course not.

- Screw everybody.
- Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Oh, my God.

Look out!

There's the Hostage Squad unit now.

The victim today
described an M.O. Exactly similar...

to a series of rape-homicides
I worked four years ago.

She picked out
four different possibilities.

Computer puts this one in
Acacia Cemetery. Catskill Correctional.

This one is not ambulatory.
He's in the Brooklyn V.A.

- This is number four.
- Number four is Louis Foreman.

Four years ago, he copped to aggravated
sexual assault in Philadelphia.

I talked to Pennsylvania. The case was
pleaded down... victim wouldn't testify.

Same M.O. As the four murders
in Morningside. Same M.O. As our victim.

So the sexual attacks
stopped here the four years...

this guy was in prison
in Pennsylvania.

Yeah. He was released on parole
a month ago, transferred to New York.

- He owes 11 months.
- You talk to his parole officer?

Yeah. He's a violator.
He failed to report two weeks ago.

- Parole check his residence?
- He's cleared out as of last week.

Lieutenant,
this guy has a bad pattern.

Goin' back four years, victim one
was two days from victim two.

Victim three a day later.
Victim four later that same night.

I think we should set up on the street
where this woman was attacked...

and put a decoy out.

You and Kelly put it together.

So this guy just jumped...
the dentist next door?

Yeah, 28 floors.

What was his problem?

He was a tax thief,
cheated on his wife.

If that's all it took, there wouldn't
be an empty ledge in the city.

He was going on...
people can't change...

so what's the point
of kidding yourself?

Janice, why don't you move
to the pizzeria.

Look in your bag,
act like you forgot something...

and walk back down to the grocery.

- So he just went?
- Yeah, yeah.

Why kid yourself thinkin'
people can change. That type of thing.

He's goin'on, daring me
to tell him different.

What's my opinion?
Do I think people can change?

That guy is wrong.

Janice, there's a guy
walking behind you.

He's bald, about 5-10,
and he's got a brown hooded jacket.

This is our man.

He's gonna make a move.

- Larson, you got him spotted?
- I got him.

He's on her.

Look at this.
What the hell is Larson doing?

- Put your head down in your magazine.
- What is he doin'?

- Hold it!
- Larson's blown it. The guy made him.

- Drop it, or you're dead.
- Leave me alone!

- Police!
- Put it down.

Drop that and put
your hands up against the wall, asshole!

He didn't say he was a cop!

- I told you I was a cop.
- I didn't hear you.

- You're under arrest.
- I didn't know what you wanted.

- I told you I was a cop, asshole!
- You're breakin' my wrist!

Take it easy!

- He didn't say he was a cop.
- Shut up.

- You heard me tell him?
- You must've said it before I got here.

What are you arresting me for?
What did I do?

Get in the car.
That's not a bad question, John.

What are you bustin' me for?

We'll tell you when you
get down to the station.

I think I hurt my leg.

Yeah?

I put 15 years in, Lieutenant...

but this strangulation
homicide we're working...

Wait'll you hear what
we-we came up with on this one.

- You went to that wig outlet?
- Yes, sir.

That's where the two girls come from?

They work there. Yes, sir.

But listen to this, Lieutenant.

Our theory is that this guy
is at the wig outlet...

buying stuff
for this backup girlfriend.

- Mm-hmm.
- There is no backup girlfriend.

- Then who was the wig for?
- For him.

The wig and the fingernails
are for him.

He's in the store for six hours...

trying on wigs and fingernails.

And-And-And these girls
are helping him with his makeover.

One of'em, he sends out.

She's getting him dressed
from the big-and-tall girls shop.

He had to go
three different places...

to try to find high heels
in a 121/2 double-E.

Apparently, see, this, uh...

this guy's plan is to go home and spend
the rest of his life as a woman.

He doesn't sound rational, this guy.

Yeah, well, that part I can write off
to him being a crackhead.

But these two girls here,
I don't know what their story is.

They're rolling on the floor
like Heckle and Jeckle.

The super brought some mail
addressed to the guy...

care of the dead girl's apartment.

There's a picture of him inside.
See if the girls can pick it out.

I'll put an array together.

Can I help you?

Um, Detective Sipowicz, please.

- Andy.
- Miss!

It's okay, Donna. I got her.

- L...
- Come here.

Come over here.

Look, I came to return the money.

It wasn't a loan.

Well, whatever it was,
it was really nice of you, Andy.

And you made enough
to pay me back the same night?

You're a hard-working girl, Lois.

I'd like a chance to explain
what happened with Giardella.

I got a pretty clear picture
of what happened.

Would you just...

Let me take you
out to dinner. Please.

For old times' sake.

Sure, why not?

Right.

- All right.
- All right.

She's... She's vindictive.

You know what? I never been
to a police station before, Detective.

- Have you, Con?
- I been in firehouses.

- You have?
- Sure. I slid down the pole.

You were upstairs,
like where the beds are?

Detective Martinez, can I ask you
a technical police question?

I don't know if I'll be able to answer,
but, uh, sure, go ahead.

Detective, if a criminal takes a sanding
machine or acid or something...

can he erase his fingerprints and commit
crimes all over without getting caught?

Uh...

Well, here comes Detective Medavoy.

Okay, ladies.
We gotta get you at separate desks.

We wanna see if you can
identify a photograph.

What happened to the sketch artist?

- We're gonna do this instead, okay?
- Oh.

All right, now I want you to take
a look, and, if you recognize the guy...

you point him out to me
with your finger.

We gotta make separate I.D.s.

This is the guy!
This is the guy who came into the store.

Thank you, Monique.

Connie, you know what?
It's really, really fun.

- Could you wait there, please?
- Yeah, certainly.

Take a look at these.
Do you recognize anyone, Connie?

Sure. That's him there. But believe me,
honey, after our makeover...

he don't bear a vague
resemblance of that mug.

Okay. Ladies,
I'm gonna ask you this.

Would you be willing to sit
in a stakeout van...

and help us identify this guy...
the way he looks now?

- Will Detective Martinez be there?
- Absolutely.

All night, if necessary.

- Yeah, I'll do it.
- I'm not missin' this.

- Great. That sounds good.
- Yeah!

Okay, Louis,
let me tell you where we stand.

We got you on resisting arrest.

I wasn't resisting arrest
'cause the man never said who he was.

And you're definitely going back
to prison for violating your parole.

- Do you understand that?
- I missed a parole appointment.

And you didn't notify your officer
when you moved.

I hope I can
straighten that out with him.

- We had a rape last night.
- I don't know anything about that.

Got your mark on it.

- I don't know what you mean.
- What were you doing last night?

- I was reading the Bible.
- Yeah? You read the Bible a lot, Louis?

It's what I read, yes.

Must be hard living in a city like this
trying to follow what the Bible says...

Temptation everywhere you look.

Blessed is the man
that endureth temptation...

for when he is tried...

he shall receive the crown of life.

Were you reading the Bible when they
sent you to prison in Pennsylvania?

I'm not the person
I was back then.

With God's help, I have
strengthened and renewed myself.

How'd you do that?

I read God's word,
and I do my pushups.

250.

Sometimes 500.
Whatever it takes.

All those pushups,
and the urges won't go away, huh?

Is that what happened last night?

Could we talk
without the lady in the room?

Sure.

The rape that happened last night
was exactly like the one...

you went away for
in Pennsylvania.

The lady got a look at you, and she's
gonna pick you out of a lineup.

So if you wanna help yourself,
do it now.

Blessed are they who are persecuted
for righteousness' sake...

for theirs
is the kingdom of heaven.

I'm asking you
if you want help, Louis.

- You a God-fearing man?
- Amen.

You're a God-fearing man.

A God-fearing man
ought to ask for help.

I think I want a lawyer now.

Okay, Louis.

Any good?

Well, he stopped quoting Scripture
and asked for his lawyer.

Detective Lasalle. You got a minute?
I wanna talk to you.

- What does this jerk want?
- Attention.

The way he screwed up
that bust tonight...

if my complainant doesn't pick Foreman
out of a lineup, we're screwed.

- No way we make that assault charge.
- I know.

- I'll talk to you later.
- Mm-hmm.

What is it?

Uh, I was wondering what you were
gonna be writing in your report...

on what happened
on that rapist takedown.

I haven't had time
to think about it actually.

I've been racking
my brains over it.

Like whether that guy made me.
I'm sure he didn't.

What I think happened
is that this guy...

probably just saw me
as some kind of threat, you know?

I mean, in his whacked-out
state of mind...

he might have thought
I was a mugger.

I mean, well, who knows? Right?

I don't think, at this point,
it really matters one way or the other.

The guy got hinky,
and we didn't get the bust.

Well, um, you write it up
the way you saw it...

but I would really appreciate it
if it didn't come off sounding...

I'm not gonna write it up he made you.
Is that what you're worried about?

Plus if you could be clear that
I absolutely identified myself...

Right now we're just trying to find
a way to put this guy away.

What did or did not happen during his
apprehension, I couldn't be less concerned with.

- Yeah, but I did I.D. Myself as a cop.
- You'll have to excuse me.

I want that clear. Detective, how you
write this up could impact me big here.

Linda, thank you for coming.

I think your business
is done up here, don't you?

She is writing her report.
I want her to hear my side.

And I think she has,
so why don't you go back to work?

Linda, we were hoping that we could
get the guy who raped you to confess.

- But he wouldn't.
- No.

So now what?

Now he goes back
to Pennsylvania...

does the balance
of his parole violation...

11 months... and then
he's back on the street.

You pick this guy out of a lineup,
we could charge him.

I don't think I could do that.

Not now.
I'm feelin' like maybe the flu.

It would open up
a lot of possibilities.

He may decide to confess.
He may be open to a plea arrangement.

- Or there might be a trial.
- There may be.

And I'd have to testify.

That would be up to a D.A.,
but probably yes.

I can't. I'm sorry.
I can't testify.

L- I-I can hardly think.

- I haven't been able to tell my husband.
- You want us to talk to him?

No. I mean, uh...

I gotta do that at the right time,
when I feel right about it.

The worst thing you can do
is bottle this up...

especially if you're
concerned about a marriage.

You don't understand.

Now, I may be able to put this behind me
and forget about it.

But my husband... I don't know.

Maybe you're not giving him
enough credit. Bring him in.

Let me talk to him.
He might surprise you.

Linda, are you aware that this guy
killed some of his other victims?

Did you know that?

It's my guess that he didn't kill you,
because you got lucky.

You're the police.
You could follow him.

That's what you're supposed to do...
get evidence.

You could make him confess
some other way.

Linda, sitting here with you,
I know you're a good woman.

I can see that. And right now,
I know you think you can get past this.

But you can't.
It's gonna grind on you.

And a year from now, when this animal
is back on the street...

you're gonna want
to change your mind.

But it may be too late.
He may have raped and killed again.

That's what he does, and that's what
I want you to think about.

I want you to think
about those other women.

Okay?

You were always more
than a trick to me, Andy.

Sounds like a song title.

I mean it. You gotta believe
I never wanted to hurt you.

I don't think you wanted to hurt me.
Things happened the way they happened.

That prick Giardella
said he was gonna cut my throat...

unless I set you up.

He said he was gonna kill me,
and he meant it.

Look, it's over.
You did what you did.

Please say you understand.

Okay, I understand.

- And say you forgive me.
- I forgive you.

You don't know how good
that makes me feel.

Come on.
How shall we celebrate?

Beats me.

Um, a vodka Martini
for me...

and a scotch up
for the gentleman.

No. I'll, uh...
I'll have a ginger ale.

Bring me a vodka Martini
and a scotch.

In case you change your mind.

I don't drink anymore, Lois.

Oh, is that a rule...

or just sort of a guideline?

It's a bitch is what it is.

Well, then why torture yourself?

- Because, uh, it doesn't fix anything.
- It fixes right now.

I'm trying to feel better
about myself, Lois.

I'm trying not to look for fixes
inside a shot glass.

Andy.

Have one drink.

It'll loosen you up.

Then we'll have a great meal,
go back to my place...

and I'll make you remember...

why you made me keep every Tuesday
on my calendar open.

Vodka Martini.

Ginger ale, sir.

- And the scotch.
- Come on, Andy.

To us.

To old times.

You know, Lois...

sittin' here looking
at my beverage alternatives...

I gotta admit
I'd like that scotch.

Which is why I gotta
keep reminding myself...

that the old times" got me set up,
shot and suspended.

Now, maybe I'm kiddin' myself...

but, uh...

I think I'm done
with the old times.

Hey... don't leave.

Come on.
Just keep me company.

Take care of yourself, Lois.

Come on, Andy.

I say the glass is half-full.

You may lose a guy
who did five rape-murders...

but here we are
to do a relief stint...

staking out some asshole so burnt out
on crack he thinks he's Doris Day.

- I'm gonna head in there first.
- Be my guest.

You know, I think
this temp crown is loose.

There's Kelly.

Hey, we really appreciate
your sticking around all night.

We're going off shift now,
so let us get you some food.

Now that sounds like a plan.

- God. We gotta be back at the shop.
- I'm stayin'.

- Hey, John.
- Hey.

- Say hello to Detective Kelly. This is Connie and Monique.
- Monique. Hi.

- As soon as Andy gets over, you guys can take off.
- I'm stayin'.

- Connie, I'm not losing a job over this.
- You don't wanna do that.

- We'll be fine. We got a picture.
- See, the detective agrees.

Detectives,
is it or is it not correct...

that the man we have been staking out
for eight hours...

is guilty of first-degree murder?

Maybe murder two.

- Hey, Andy.
- And is it not also correct...

that this man may be wearing
a dress and a wig?

In which case, assuming
Monique sees fit to leave...

I am the only person
in the five boroughs...

who has seen him so dressed
and can positively identify him...

as the specified culprit.

- That would be correct.
- I'm doin'my civic duty.

Check this out.

Is this who we're lookin'for?

Oh, my God! That's him.
That's him!

Stay here, girls.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you.

- Cover me.
- Right.

- Police, Mr. Mitchell! You hold it right there.
- Don't you move any closer.

We got cops at both ends of the block
and across the street.

You really wanna run down the street
like Mary Tyler Moore...

with your skirt hitched up over your ass
and me jumpin' on your back...

or you wanna do this
a little more sensible?

Ow! Hey!

- Hey! Hey, stop!
- You better stop.

Stop.

You just had to run. You made me
swallow my tooth, you asshole!

Come on, gorgeous.

You're gonna get a fresh start
on your 20-year vacation.

Can I have my wig, please?

Let's go.

Hold still,
for cryin'out loud.

Here. She'll take care of you.

Can I help you?

I'm Ray Miller. My wife said you wanted
to talk to me about this robbery.

I think Detective Lasalle
is who we're supposed to talk to.

- Hey, Kelly.
- Hey.

Don't walk away from me.
I'm talkin' to you.

You got a problem you wanna
discuss with me, that's fine.

But lose the attitude, okay?

I come by it honestly
you are putting it around...

that I blew
that decoy operation.

No, I'm not. I don't have time
to think about it or you.

What's more, I think you got a motive
for makin'a mutt out of me.

What would that be?

I think that you are trying
to demean me in the eyes of a woman...

meaning Janice Licalsi,
Detective Kelly.

- That's not the case, Roy.
- I say it is the case.

Okay, shut your mouth
and listen to what I have to say.

All cops make mistakes.

The worst thing you can do
is start blaming yourself...

or assume anybody else is blaming you
for anything unless you got a reason.

And in this case, you don't.

Nobody is talking behind your back
about anything.

So be a man, accept
what happened and move on.

- You are tellin' me how to be a man?
- You look like you wanna hit me.

Do you really wanna start
a squad-room brawl with another cop?

Hmm? How bad do you wanna
hurt yourself around here?

Please, come with me.

Here you go.

I'll be just a minute.

I tried all night to tell him,
but I couldn't make myself.

I want you to do it.

All right.
I'll take care of it.

Take a seat, Mr. Miller.
You, too, Linda.

I don't know what help
I can be on this.

All I know about the robbery
is what Linda told me.

Your wife wasn't just robbed,
Mr. Miller. She was raped.

Oh, man.

Linda asked me
to tell you about it...

because she was afraid
of how you might react.

How do you expect me
to react, huh?

I swear I never... I never
did anything to cause it, Ray.

Did I not say
this would happen...

you kept dressin' up in those
short skirts and high heels?

- Did I not warn you?
- Listen to what your wife is telling you.

- Now it's happened!
- Ray.

- I can't believe this.
- Mr. Miller, sit down and listen to me.

M...

Mr. Miller, take a look
at these pictures.

- Oh!
- These are other victims of the man who raped your wife.

Denise Dominic, 65.

Collette Marchant, 49 years old.

Weighed about 220.

Mary Guybara.
This woman was in a walker, Ray.

Take a look, Mr. Miller, and tell me how
sexy and provocative these women are.

They were just like your wife...
random victims...

except they weren't
as lucky as your wife.

- Because they weren't just raped.
They were killed.

Your wife has been reluctant
to identify this man who raped her...

and I think it's because she's afraid
of what it might do to your marriage.

Is she right to be afraid
about that, Mr. Miller?

I think that she asked you
to come down here today...

because she's asking you for the love
and support she deserves...

so that she can identify this man
and we can put him away.

I'm so sorry, Ray.
I never wanted to hurt you.

It's okay.

It's not your fault.

We wanna do the right thing,
Detective.

- Your boys like Chinese?
- They're just happy to get out.

We'll take 'em to Big Wong's. Everything
in the soup looks like it belongs there.

Good night, Detective.

Good night, Officer.

Hey, you wanna get a beer?

Uh, no, thanks.

- Janice.
- Yeah.

Listen, don't let
anyone tell you...

that I didn't I.D. Myself
to that perp last night, because I did.

No one's saying you didn't.
You can let that go.

I know what went down out there,
and I am fine with it.

And if it was a question of your safety,
I would do the same thing again.

It's your ex-boyfriend trying
to make it look like I screwed up.

Why don't you just drop it now?

Well, he better stay off my case
if he wants to stay intact.

You're embarrassed because
you made a couple of mistakes today.

- Don't try to put it on Kelly.
- I put it where it belongs.

Oh, well, in that case,
put it up your ass.

- Hey, Counselor.
- What do you know, Detective?

What do you think about this
sudden cold front moving through?

- It's January.
- That don't explain inside the building...

how you're acting with me.

How was dinner last night,
or did you even bother eating?

- What does that mean?
- I saw you leave with that prostitute...

the one who set you up
to get shot.

Stupid me. I didn't realize
that was the way to your heart.

It's, uh... Could we, uh...

Could we walk
over here a second?

Just over here.

Listen, you got it wrong
about what happened.

Really? Did you go to
the natural history museum?

No, but we didn't go anywhere
after the restaurant either.

I don't get you.
I thought you liked me.

- I do.
- It's pretty obvious I liked you...

and it seemed that
we were hitting it off.

Yet you come up with every lame excuse
except being abducted by spacemen...

for us not getting together,
but you go off and screw some whore.

I told you I didn't screw her.

Then why else would you go out
with someone like that?

Look, I don't know.

I'm notJoyce Brothers,
all right?

I don't know exactly
why I took her out.

Whatever it was, it's over.
Nothing happened.

And, uh... I'm gonna feel lousy
if it messes us up.

Don't quit on me now.

You want me
to come over tonight?

I can't. I gotta go
back to the dentist.

I swallowed my temporary
when we were takin' down this scumbag.

I got a piece of gum
stuck in there now.

I'll show you.
Here. See?

No, that's all right, Andy.
I believe you. I believe you.

Believe everything I said,
all right?

That, uh, likin' part too.

You let me know
when you're ready.

- Good night, Andy.
- Yeah.

Good night, Sylvia.