All language subtitles for Episode 04 The Naked are the Dead

My god.

12 years on the job,
never seen nothing like this.

We got three here?

Yeah.
Four in the dining room.

Andy: Any more
in the other rooms?

Officer: No,
it�s only seven.

All shot in the head
except this one --

they cut his throat.

Wow.

Why don�t you look around
for their clothes?

Yeah.

What in the hell
went on here?

What are these guys,
18, 20, 21?

Yeah, maybe.

Could this be a gang hit?

Why would they strip them
for a hit?

I don�t know.

What if this is some kind
of sex club?

They all come up here
to get it on?

Maybe one of them
gets jealous.

Why are they
sitting at the table?

Maybe some kinky thing
that we never heard of yet.

I mean, these kind of guys,

they keep coming up
with new stuff.

I don�t know, Andy.

Look at this -- "Raquel."

Does a gay guy get "Raquel"
tattooed on him?

This guy was straight.

Maybe a switch hitter.

I don�t see it.

So, what�s your theory?

We just got here,
I don�t have a theory yet.

Why are you asking
for my theory?

I mean, you wanted a theory,
I give you one

you don�t like it,
then make up your own,

but don�t be looking
down your nose at mine.

I�m not looking
down my nose.

I just don�t buy it.

You got a better one?

No.
Okay, then.

This place is empty, Andy --
no clothes anywhere.

Nobody�s living here.
There�s not even a bed.

Just some sodas
in the fridge.

There was a padlock
on the closet door in the hall.

It got broken open,
closet�s empty.

Seven d. O. A. S.

It�s going to
hit the fan now.

Seven male
hispanic d. O. A. S,

all of them naked.

Six of them shot,
one with his throat cut.

They�re taped up,
and the door�s broken.

Back up a minute.
They were naked?

Buck naked.

They made them strip,
then killed them.

Got them
stripped naked.

Unless they were
already naked.

Why would they
have been naked already?

Some possible
nude sex cult aspect.

Wasn�t a stitch of clothing
in the apartment.

So you got
no I. D. S.

Crime scene�s taking prints
off the bodies now.

We located the landlord.
He rented the place

two months ago to Joe Rodriguez,
who paid cash.

Was he clothed
at the time?

Any of the d. O. A. S him?

No. We had the landlord
look at the bodies.

He didn�t recognize
the guy who rented the place.

Any sign of drugs?

No, but a padlocked closet
was broken into.

Windows were
nailed shut.

What about neighbors?
Nobody saw anything?

Nothing.

Diane, you and Jill go back
and canvass the street

and the neighboring
buildings.

Diane: Sure.

How soon before
we get company on this?

Benefit from minds
greater than our own?

Yeah.

Seven naked homicides?
We may very well get company.

Nobody talks
to the media.

Seven totally naked bodies

with a possible nude sex cult
aspect tie-in.

No news angle there.

The horn? That indicates
we want you out of the way.

Don�t you have enough sense
to get out of the way?

Hey, James,
look who caught the job --

that very attractive
paramedic.

The one you always
fall mute in front of

to indicate your interest.

That may very well change
in the next few moments.

What do you got for US?

D.O.A. white male.
That�s about it.

Any witnesses?

No.

--

no witnesses?

Morning.

Morning.

James: Morning.

Heavy reader?

Ha ha.

Boy.

Look how his neck�s bent.

No ligature marks.

Maybe he got mugged.

Don�t look that way.

He�s got 28 bucks on him.

He got a wallet?

No wallet, no I. D.

Maybe the mugger
missed that money.

He�s still got
his watch on.

Exchange preliminary
impressions --

get a handle
what happened here.

Any chance he might have
fallen from a window?

Are we on "candid camera"?

What do you mean?

He�d be a little more bashed up
if he went out a window.

You�d be surprised
what goes on.

Maybe a dump job.

Yeah, that�s
what i�m thinking.

He�s dead
a few hours, right?

Looks like it, yeah.

I-I�m thinking we�re looking
at a dump job, miss.

She knows
you�re after her now.

Who are those guys?

Minds greater
than our own?

Yeah, but who are they?

My god.

Who are they?

The bald one -- want to know
how he steals his money?

He�s a profiler
for the job.

Good, a profiler.

He may help US narrow it down
to a man who walks upright.

This is a specific asshole.

He was a profiler
on the bucci case.

Andy, Danny.

You don�t know how many
hearts he kept breaking

the three years
that little girl was missing.

Maybe his buddy
reads tea leaves.

Don�t be smart.

Danny Sorenson,
Andy sipowicz.

Jay Morrison, organized
crime control bureau.

You�re not with him
in intelligence?

You�re not a profiler?

Gary Jarvis.

Good to see you.

They�re here to help
with your multiple.

What�d you get,
like a mutual vision?

I�m not
in the vision business.

On the chance your homicides
come from the source,

this backgrounds new dynamics
in cocaine-producing regions.

The d. O. A. S
are real young guys.

You sure it�s
that upper Echelon?

With coke you get
young guys at every Echelon.

Being naked, it�s hard
to tell their Echelon.

They might have walked in
wearing Italian suits.

I don�t need to give
the course on machismo.

Stripping the victims --
that�s a humiliation.

Taking the clothes?

That would be
an ultimate indignity.

I hate to butt in
with a practical idea,

but maybe taking the clothes

was to prevent identification
from laundry marks.

As far as the one
with his throat cut,

you could argue that he�s
the one they really hated.

The others they wanted
out of the way,

but that one they despised.

You�re spitballing
all this.

I was asked
to profile.

I�m not claiming
it�s true.

You want to call
the victims� families,

let them hear theories?

I never called the family in
on the bucci abduction.

No, the dog and pony show
the chief of d.�s

made that family sit through --
you were just a shill.

Anyway...

Anyway, on the organized
crime angle,

if I could get a desk
in the squad?

We can set you up.

And he�ll need a desk
and a crystal ball.

I don�t need a desk
or a crystal ball.

I�ll leave
the background.

You know where
to reach me.

Thanks
for your help.

We can cuddle up
at my desk.

Which desk is ours?

This is my desk here.

Don�t hate me for riding
in the same car with the guy.

No. Why would I hate you?

I didn�t feel like
turning over what I got

in front of that profiler
dickhead or your boss.

Which is what?

I like a guy
for maybe doing this.

For these seven homicides?

Yeah. I�m not saying
it�s a ground ball,

but he�s worth a hard look.

His name�s Vicente ramos,
his hookup�s in maracaibo,

and he transports
through santurce, Puerto Rico.

Operates up here in queens.

A c.I. Of mine gets wasted
with ramos two nights ago

at a salsa club.

Ramos keeps talking about

how he�s making
a movimiento sangre.

He�s making a bloody move.

Past the impressive
geography and sangrias

and you assuming
we�re looking to collar up,

cutting our boss out,

you got a place
to look for this ramos?

Yeah. Where did you
get the idea

I was trying
to cut out your boss?

You want me to tell him we�re
going to sit on this guy?

Absolutely.

Often gets a wrong
first impression,

my partner.

Youngblood�s got a guy
for US to sit on.

Why didn�t he say that
in here?

Slipped his mind.

Hi, John.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi, John.

Hi, sarge,
this is Jill kirkendall

from the 15th
detective squad.

I got a message
to contact you.

May I come see him?

Yeah.

Thanks for letting me know.

I don�t know
where the boss is.

He�s in the bathroom.

Can you let the boss know
I had to go somewhere?

Sure.
Is everything okay?

Everything�s okay
if you don�t mind

an ex-husband with his head
so far up his ass,

he�s a collar for conspiracy
to distribute when he knew

he was supposed
to leave town.

Jill�s ex-husband�s
a collar.

Yeah, he�s at the 113.

You going over to see him?

Yeah, i�m going now.

We didn�t get anything
on re-canvass.

Yeah. Go ahead, Jill.

You know, i�ll bring
the boss up to speed.

This bringing me
up to speed --

you want to include
what Jill meant by saying

her ex-husband
who�s a collar

got the heads-up
from someone beforehand

that he was supposed
to leave town?

No, I-I don�t know
what she meant by that.

If she gave him the heads-up,
i�d like to know

who else she said it to

so I could start
trying to save her job.

I don�t know, boss.

Yeah. Good.

Our d. O. A.
With the broken neck

had a bunch of petty
larceny beefs, Greg.

I expect people
to read my mind.

That female paramedic,
James --

that�s what
i�m talking about.

With all the advanced
technology we got now, Greg,

you still got a chance
to reach out.

Detective Martinez,
medavoy.

You caught that case --
d. O. A. On the street,

broken neck, right?

Yeah, me and James
caught that.

This is Mr. Rozavi.

He says there was a burglary
at his factory this morning.

Lost about 10 grand
worth of merchandises.

They took me for about
a gross of shirts, maybe more.

And pants, maybe 40, 50 pairs
of leather pants.

His factory�s down the block
from your d. O. A.

It�s a small operation,
but it�s quality.

Yeah. Wha-- what? What?

Where the hell
did you see this?

Son of a bitches!
I�ll kill them!

I�m going there right now.
Yeah. Paul, thanks.

My cousin says
they are selling my stuff

on the street right now --
silk shirts and leather pants.

Who�s selling it?

Some scumbag on bond
and Lafayette street.

Let�s take a ride.

I�ll go with you.

No, we�ll take care of this.

You get back to your loft
and continue inventory.

I want my
merchandises back.

Come on.

We�ll do our best.

I want those shirts
and pants.

Yeah?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I got it, I got it.

Downside of occb,

it�s tough to be
as field-responsive

as you�d like,

make this kind of quick strike
on a perpetrator.

Of course, if the quick strike
don�t bear fruit,

you did let your boy
know he�s hot.

There he is,
coming down the steps.

Let�s go.

Danny: Hey, Morrison,
who�s he pushing?

Morrison: He�s the one
being pushed.

I need to talk to you,
Vicente.

Am I arrested?

Your name came up
in an investigation.

You may want
to come in with US.

No, thank you.

What are you doing
in the wheelchair?

I�ve got polyps in my anus.

Movimientos
de sangre.

Movimientos sangre?

What�s momentus sangrias
got to do with your anus?

Movimientos de sangre --
bloody bowel movements.

Why, you want to write
my biography?

Morrison.

Don�t go anywhere.

Where am I going?

I�ve got to get
diagnostic follow-up.

Looks relatively healthy.

Hey, how much?

Hey, real silk shirts.

Real silk, 10 bucks,

pants, genuine leather,
25 bucks.

Here, for you, $20.

Just feel this leather.
Genuine leather.

Wow, let me see
a shirt.

Buy two or three,
pair of leather pants,

you�ll be getting
so many women,

you�ll be passing them
around to your friends.

38s will fit you perfect.

38? This is a 34.

Here�s 34 right here.

Where�d you get them?

A wholesaler went bankrupt.

What about the shirts?

I got four different colors.
Buy one of each.

You listening to me?
What�s your name?

Martinez.

Martinez, I don�t want
to see you walking away

without your four shirts
and your leather pants,

�cause I think
you know how to dress.

How much money
you got on you?

You�re busted, pal.

What for?

We�re doing business.
This is legit.

I bought this stuff wholesale.

Before you put the cuffs on,
can I ask you a question?

Why me?

We�ll get to why you
at the station house.

Don: Thank god.

Thank god, Jill.

Are the boys all right?

How can you
ask about the boys

when you do something
like this?

Like I locked myself
in this cell.

Knowing they were looking,
you still didn�t leave town.

Why would that be, Jill,
except I knew I was innocent?

You�re not innocent.
You�re just too lazy.

No, because from the moment
you gave me the heads-up

that they might be ready
to arrest me...

Shut your mouth.

What I was going to say

is from that time on
I wrestled with leaving,

but I decided it would have
been an admission of guilt

to leave town the way
you suggested.

You shut up
about what I told you.

Why, what�s the problem?

You know damn well
what i�m talking about.

If my job finds out
that I gave you the heads-up,

i�m finished as a cop.

Can you think
of some other way to help me?

Because I got to
look out for myself, Jill.

I can�t do time.

Okay, Don.
I understand now.

I mean, does something else
come to mind?

Some other way
I could beat this?

�cause if you think
I want the boys humiliated

and you out of work...

Honey?

Honey, will you be
in touch soon?

What did Don say?

They got the wrong guy.

Look, I don�t know if you
should be talking to me --

letting the boss
see you talk to me.

The boss
is on your side, Jill.

The boss doesn�t know
what�s going to come down.

You want to come
in here, Jill?

The squad commander
is going to keep your name

out of the police reports
and press release.

Thanks.

That doesn�t mean
some scumbag

won�t drop a dime
to the papers.

Anything you want
to tell me?

You heard
what you heard.

Yeah, I heard
what you told Russell.

What I want to hear
is whether your ex-husband

has enough decency
not to give you up

for having told him to leave
before his collar went down.

He doesn�t have
that much decency.

Knowing it�ll
cost you your job.

He wants me
to understand

that the reason
he�s going to give me up

is to prove
that he�s innocent,

�cause a guilty man
would have left.

This leaves out
the simpler explanation

that he�s
a self-involved asshole

who has never anticipated
a consequence more complicated

than whether the chili
is going to upset his stomach.

Stop feeling sorry
for yourself

long enough to tell me

what he asked you for
not to give you up.

I didn�t ask. Whatever it is,
i�m not going to do it.

But he hasn�t
given you up yet.

Not yet.

God knows
he doesn�t want to

for my sake
or for the boys�.

All right. All right.

You sit tight.

The 113.

How�d you do?

Didn�t really bear fruit.

This gentleman has
information on your case.

Been on the news --
seven men, bare-ass.

How about telling US
what you know about it?

Would there be any kind
of reward money?

Sure there�d be,

if your information�s good.

And that�s the last you�re going
to be hearing from him.

I believe in civic duty,
but I drive a cab.

Got to get my hours
or it don�t pay.

Three days� pay, minimum,
if the information�s good.

Three busy days� pay?

Yeah, three busy days� pay.

Where we go?

You don�t mind
if we take a moment off

from the hot angle
you�ve given US?

Where they found them
all dead, bare-ass --

I picked up two guys
from that building

earlier this morning --

the building they showed
on the news.

These cats
was acting crazy, high --

laughing strange,
like they just wasn�t right.

What did they look like?

Some kind
of puerto rican type.

They had four or five
big garbage bags

filled with something or other.

Where�d you take them?

I even remember the apartment.

Carried a couple
of bags up for them.

We�re going to want you
to point the place out to US.

Sure, i�ll do that much.

�cause they could very well
be cartel higher-ups

of the most extreme level.

More of a conference room.

This is our board room.

�cause you put Davey,
who I hardly know,

in the cell,
so you must know

that I am the least-most
responsible party

in this situation.

Sit down.

Absolutely.

Fellas, people are selling stuff
on the streets all the time.

You can�t walk down the sidewalk

without stepping on some
ratty old books or records

that some bum�s trying to sell.

Good point.

Thank you.

So why aren�t you out
busting them people?

What were you doing
last night, Johnny?

Last night?

What were you doing?

Nothing.

Went out,
had a couple of drinks.

By yourself?

Yeah.

So you got nobody
to vouch for you.

How much is one of those
permits? I�ll buy one.

You think a permit�s going
to get your ass out of this?

Maybe he wants
a homicide permit.

Homicide? Why is this guy
talking about homicide?

You know those clothes
you were selling?

We found a guy murdered

near the sweatshop
you stole them out of.

Murdered? I�m getting
physically nauseated here.

Who�s murdered?

Mike zylinski --
dave�s brother.

Mike�s dead?

I mean, i�m sorry.
I hardly know the guy.

He�s been in jail
for as long as I know.

Mike died
during the burglary.

I think you killed Mikey.

Ex post facto, gentlemen.
You know what that means?

Tell US.

After the fact.

I swear on my mother,

Dave zylinski
called me this morning.

He said he got a deal
on some clothes.

He needed my salesman talent
to help move them.

That�s it. He don�t got
the personality.

That�s my only
involvement here.

Any murder of Mike zylinski
or anybody else

that took place last night

is prior to my involvement.

Davey brought me in
this morning.

Ex post facto.

Capeesh?

You know, you got
some honker on you, pal.

Okay, Dave.
Let�s have a talk.

Your mother alive?

Yeah. So what?

Fratricide.

Fratricide?

You know
what i�m talking about?

No.

That�s when
you croak your brother.

It�s a heavy thing
to put a mother through.

The worst.

I think you did
the worst thing

a son could ever do
to a mother.

It�s extraordinary stuff.
Don�t happen every day.

Dave�s
an extraordinary guy.

Takes a different kind of guy

to bust his brother�s neck
like a chicken�s.

I didn�t kill my brother.

The two of you
broke into that sweatshop.

That�s where
you killed Mike.

Now I got to
inform your mother.

Don�t say it was me.

I don�t want my mother
hearing that �cause it wasn�t.

You were there
together, burglarizing.

Look, I might have
been up there,

but Mike died
of natural causes.

Natural causes --
a broken neck?

Yeah. Well, it happens.

You mean, like,
a spontaneous break?

No, not like that.

Like a -- you know,
like an act of god.

Like getting struck
by lightning.

Yeah, kind of like that.

You know, fate.

Okay, fate.
I like that.

Could you walk US
through it, Dave?

How fate worked itself out?

Well, I was upstairs
in the sweatshop

tossing down
the silk shirts,

and he was down
on the street catching them.

Johnny Bella there, too?

Johnny wasn�t in on this.

How did fate
rear its ugly head?

I just thought
it was a shirt factory.

Then I found this big bundle
of leather pants,

so I just threw them
out the window.

Did Mike catch them?

Not really.

Kind of hit him
in the head --

the fate part.

He was expecting
silk shirts.

That�s what i�d been
tossing down.

You didn�t warn him you were
throwing leather pants?

No, I just threw them.

Three flights up.

How come
you didn�t warn him?

I just thought
it�d be funny.

You thought
it�d be funny.

In that loft, fate was going
to be a comedian.

Now here you are, looking
at a felony murder charge.

No, man,
it was an accident!

Happened during the commission
of a felony. That�s murder.

You guys wouldn�t
do that to me, would you?

After everything
i�ve been through?

Come on, Dave,
all that grief --

how come you got
right out there

selling those shirts
and pants?

Mike would have
wanted it that way?

Hello.

I�m Arthur fancy,
your ex-wife�s boss.

I see.

Has Jill spoken
with you?

I need to know

exactly what you did
for these dealers

and what you got to trade.

Trade, meaning what I can
give you on them

so I don�t have to get my walk
by incriminating Jill.

Trade, meaning you flip
with usable information,

or nothing
you say to anybody

about whether
Jill kirkendall

did or didn�t
give you a heads-up

is going to keep you
from doing 20.

Meaning I face personal
police vengeance

via the legal system.

Cut the crap.

If I don�t deprive myself

of showing that despite
my ex-wife�s warning,

I did not leave town --

that�s a big problem
you�ve got, Don --

making yourself feel better

with the sound
of your own voice.

I�m not making myself
feel better.

I�m stating
objective facts.

And the facts are
you�re locked up

and how you will
or won�t get out.

Everything else is you liking
to hear yourself talk,

which is what�s confused you

about how things work
in this life.

My walk for a full flip
and keeping Jill out of it --

i�d want to hear that
from a d. A.

You don�t hear
about Jill from the d. A.

�cause you�re not talking
about Jill to the d. A.

The walk, I hear
from the d. A. --

the walk for the full flip.

And i�d forget
that other name even existed.

I got it,
nothing about Jill.

I�d forget that name
if I were you.

The walk for the full flip,

and nothing
about nothing else.

Open the gate.

Them clothes
in them garbage bags

must have been planted.

Someone sneak them in
while you were sleeping?

Save your breath,
Morrison.

Some murderer must have
a grudge against Vic here --

plants seven
dead men�s clothes

and a piece that�s going
to match ballistics

on the gun
that shot six of them.

Morrison, why they invented
interview rooms --

to spare US going
at the skels piecemeal

on stairwells and such.

Evidence to be vouchered.
Where�s fancy?

He�s not back yet
from the 113.

Down here, Vic.

I got nothing
to say to you.

You making a mistake
going that route, Vic.

Tough titty.

Tough titty?

They give you that hotshot,
it�ll be tough titty.

Sit down.

Vic, we got an eyewitness
that puts you

coming out
of the murder apartment,

another eyewitness
that puts you

going up to your apartment
an hour later

with the garbage bags

that we just found
in your closet

full of the seven
dead guys� clothes.

Hey! You think we�re going
to toy with you, Vic?

Hey, sipowicz --

shut up!

You kill seven people,
and you think

you can come
and break bad with US?

It was Miguel
that killed them all.

I can show you
where he�s hiding at.

First tell US,
why�d he kill them, Vic?

10 keys of coke.

We seen that, we got scared.

Every one of those guys

knew exactly
what we looked like,

and the straw boss
of that bagging crew

told US we were screwed,
we was going to die.

Who were all those guys?

Just guys bagging blow.

They were bagging coke?

We didn�t know that
when we broke in.

We heard
there was blow in there,

so we figure, what,
couple of ounces?

Blew our minds,
finding all those people.

You high
when you went in?

Yeah -- crank.

If somebody hired you
to take these guys out,

that information
could help your case.

Nobody hired US,
and it was Miguel

who killed them all.

I just did the robbery.

Why�d you make them
take their clothes off?

We didn�t.

They was already naked
when we came in.

Why?

They�re bagging blow.

They were going to steal
if they got pockets.

So they had to
work naked.

All their clothes
were locked in a closet.

We had to bust the door open
to see what was in there.

Why take the clothes?

Wanted to look
through them for money.

They were all in bags,
so we had to take it all.

We had to
get out of there fast.

We took everything.

That blow was too hot to sell.
We had to take it out of town.

That didn�t bother you --
slaughtering seven people?

Yeah, it bothered me,
but it was Miguel,

and we were all
just scared crazy.

Sure. What�s seven people
when you�re scared?

One guy
had his throat cut.

Why didn�t you
shoot him, too?

I didn�t shoot anybody.

All right,
your buddy Miguel --

why didn�t he shoot all seven?
Why�d he cut one guy�s throat?

You hate that guy?

I didn�t know him.

His gun
only holds six shots,

and the dumb asshole
didn�t think

of bringing more bullets,

so he slit
the seventh guy�s throat.

7:30 p. M. This evening,
James, all right?

You called her
for a date?

7:30 p. M. This evening,

miss Loretta beckwith
of e. M. S. And yours truly

hit the buffet table
at lankata�s.

Greg, she�s not still
on the phone, is she?

I rolled away
to tell you.

They lay some spread on
at lankata�s.

Good for you, pal.

Wherever it may lead, James,

all�s I know,

no one ever rolled a 7
without tossing the dice.

How�s it going, boss?

All right, James.
Give me and Jill a minute?

Absolutely.

That case me and Greg caught
took a really weird turn.

-

well, i�ll tell you
about that weird turn later.

Okay.

I talked to Don.

And?

Don�s realized

alleging you gave him
a heads-up

isn�t in his best interest.

He won�t do time, boss.

Your shot
at keeping your job

and your name
out of the papers, Jill,

is to not live
in your ex-husband�s head

and to use your own.

Give me some credit

for knowing how
to play this asshole.

Fine.

He�s offered a full flip.

I�m going to sell the d. A. That.
That�s worth a walk.

Will it be? I mean,
how much has Don got?

I work that part out.

And I,

I try to get my head
back on straight.

He�s out of your life.

That�s what I want.

Then that�s how
you�ve got to walk it.

You let him move you,

nothing I
or anybody else does

is going to make
any difference.

You�ll be used
and taken down.

Okay.

Okay.

Thanks so much.

All right.

Detectives working
that multiple around?

They�re taking a statement.

I heard they collared up.

Mind if I write a note?

Of course not. Um...

Thanks.

That looked pretty friendly.

That�s not
how it sounded,

but you�re right.

He�s stand-up, the boss.

Yeah, totally
a stand-up guy.

Friends and a boss
like that --

even a dope�s
got half a chance.

Look who�s here.

Heard you guys
collared up.

Crankhead street thief
did the homicides.

Yeah, I heard.

Not looking
too cartel-connected.

Yeah.

Anyways,
I left you a note.

Yeah?

Good job.

Well, thank you very much.

So, don�t put me
in your fives.

Why is that, Morrison?

I didn�t
do anything right.

This guy�s a type.
It�s always about him.

He�s a hero or a goat.

He�s never just another cop.

Morrison, when the three
of US grabbed him up,

if torres had croaked you,

that wouldn�t
have been you dead?

Yes, that would have
been me dead.

You know, we�re simple folk

down here
at the 15th squad.

Work the case,
your name�s on the five.

All right. All right.

I appreciate it.

We want to stay
on your good side

�cause we realize
how high the likelihood is

that someday, we�re going
to be working for you.

I�d be honored if that
were to ever happen.

They don�t even know
when you�re insulting them.

Good night.

Yeah, good night, Jill.

Good night.

Take care.

All right, Danny.

All right, Morrison.

5-year-old child missing,
family all torn up --

every one of them
monthly meetings

with the buccis,
I got to look

at this profiler Jarvis

with his mug
like a funeral director.

What did he write you?

This mortician-looking Jarvis,

with his same stupid
character profile every month

and his pool
of personality fits

out of b. C. I...

He�d come up
with those -- Jarvis?

Yeah.

He was always
rummaging b.C.I.

For personality fits

with the character profiles
he�d put together.

Then i�d occupy
my spare hours

tracking them down.

I guess maybe all that time
till we got lucky,

he gave the buccis something
to hang their hats on.

He wrote this
polite note here,

or his idea of humor.

"Guess the perp
didn�t fit my profile.

Congrats anyways."

Night before,
night after

them monthly sit-downs,

i�d get some
good load on,

or that�d be my excuse
for that night.

Maybe I just don�t
like remembering

what a prick
I was back then.

Man, this is good.

This could be
the best meat sauce

i�ve ever tasted.

What are these, now?
Mozzarella --

fresh mozzarella.

And ricotta, i�m definite.

And then is there
a parmesan i�m tasting?

It�s locatelli Romano.

It�s locatelli Romano.

It�s imported.

I�ll tell you,
this is great lasagna.

I�d join you, but i�m afraid
i�d throw up.

That�s silly --
being nervous.

Yeah, well, just �cause
it�s the first meal

I cooked for you
in a strange kitchen.

It�s good.

Maybe you should
wrap some up,

have it cold
for lunch tomorrow.

Not that I couldn�t eat
every bite myself.

So, how was it out there?

Out of the bag,
on the big city streets?

Yeah, exactly.

They had US doing
pickup collars.

That�s how
they started me, too.

We followed this one guy,
tracks an old lady, like,

seven blocks
with her groceries.

She makes it
to her building.

He didn�t get it up
to Rob her.

He tries robbing
this guy who was 38.

The 38-year-old is ready
to beat this jerk.

I felt like we
were saving his life,

grabbing him up.

My partner --

I swear, Mary, it�s like
he�s a watchmaker.

Takes himself apart

and puts himself
back together every day.

Don�t mix
the knives and forks.

You got two forks
and two knives.

Yeah. Don�t mix them up.

Thanks for dinner.

You�re welcome.

Today they bring in
this profiler

to help US
with our multiple.

Top of the shift,
Andy hates this guy

like the plague.

What a jerk,
this profiler.

Case they worked
seven years ago,

he made the victim�s
family miserable

with all his cockamamie
character sketches.

Eight hours later,
the shift�s done.

Andy�s decided
it�s him that was the prick.

I think half the time,

Andy doesn�t have
the vaguest idea

what�s going on
inside of him.

It�s hard to get pissed
at him, though, you know?

He�s a good guy,

and he�s always
trying real hard.

You�re a good guy, too.

Want to hit the rack?

Want to stir me up
a little beforehand?

Absolutely.