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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.