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Body parts in this barrel here.

It�s pretty heavy, Andy. It�s a full corpse.

Morning. Who called it in?

Harry forsic -- just bought the place.

Found it in the basement.

Mr. Forsic?

This is the worst nightmare.

I�m sure it must have come as a real shock.

I found it yesterday behind some sheetrock.

Had my movers cart it out,

then today the garbage guys make a big deal

about being worried it�s hazardous waste.

I pried the top open to find that.

Do you mind if we look around inside?

No, go crazy.

You a detective?

Are you a wrestler?

Is that a dead person in that barrel there?

That�s our preliminary impression.

Well, if that�s a dead person who�s been dead a while,

then the owner of this house

before the last one -- mafioso.

-Yeah.

Late-night cussing, fancy cars, everything.

You figure he might have followed the mafia custom

of keeping one of his victims

with him in a barrel as a souvenir?

What are you, a ball-breaker?

Hey, doc.

What do we got?

Well, she�s been in there a while.

Looks like you�re going to be the one telling US.

How�s it going, doc?

She your type, sipowicz?

She�s some neighborhood hen.

I thought maybe she was sipowicz�s type.

They were looking to exchange phone numbers.

I got up this morning feeling pretty good.

And is this, like, gallagher�s final show ever

in Atlantic city, Mr. Bunin?

Is that why you�re in such a rush?

Will he never be squashing fruit onstage down there again?

My question is, when you owned the home,

did you ever happen to notice a storage container

on the premises -- a 50-gallon drum?

All right, good.

Yeah, i�ll call back with any follow-up.

No, well, with relatives in from Orlando,

I can see why you wouldn�t want to miss the opening curtain.

Don�t get hit with any melon rinds.

Pisses off the relatives from Orlando,

then who�s he going to sponge off of

when he visits Disney world?

Got to get dino ferrara back here.

Danny: Yeah, that makes sense.

Pete mangrini being one of the former owners

of the house where the body was found, Andy,

the boss was saying

have the marshals bring dino ferrara down here.

It shouldn�t be too tough a sell

getting dino ferrara to rat on Pete mangrini.

Put a quarter in his slot, dino incriminates the pope.

With mangrini, it would be personal.

Because mangrini took dino�s territory.

Is this something the whole class can appreciate?

Nothing from that guy in Atlantic city?

No, he don�t recall no 50-gallon drums.

Which was before mangrini owned it.

Got to like mangrini�s wife for being in that drum.

Mangrini�s wife -- she disappeared five years ago.

In the Jewish holy books,

that�s regarded as sin, Baldwin,

finishing someone else�s story.

Yeah, I know.

You�re going to want to sit on mangrini.

You think he might head for the airport?

Press isn�t going to have it.

The only way he�d head for the airport,

he�d have to have some neighbor on the eye around that house.

Me and Sorenson can�t sit on him.

He knows me from when he was soldier

for alfonse giardella.

Greg, you and Baldwin sit on mangrini.

And you coordinate the forensics

and reach out to get dino ferrara down here.

Alfonse giardella -- now, that�s before my time.

Seek elsewhere for your background information.

Andy: What�s Joe kroft�s problem?

The medical examiner? I don�t know.

He�s acting like I got some plague,

directing animosity toward me specifically.

Well, I don�t know why that would be, Andy,

not the way you spray sunshine around.

She wouldn�t leave.

What do you mean she wouldn�t leave?

I told her we were cops,

I told her we made her license plates for press,

and I told her we wanted her out of the area.

She said she wouldn�t leave.

Yeah, good.

The question is, how much attention

you�re prepared to draw in the course

of trying to keep a low profile?

Hi.

Get out of the street.

You think i�m noticeable?

Get in the car. Get in the car.

This is great.

They probably don�t see African-Americans out here

that aren�t wearing delivery uniforms.

If you�re worried about Pete mangrini realizing

he�s being watched, this is a real shortcut.

What�s your name?

Nicole.

Nicole? Just the one name?

I�m one ahead of you.

My name�s Baldwin Jones.

I�m with the 15th detective squad,

and I need you out of here, Nicole.

It�s not happening, Baldwin.

I don�t care if you get puff daddy

to sit in the back. I figured this out.

I�m the only reporter who did.

I�m staying on Pete mangrini�s ass.

Do not look at mangrini�s house.

Mangrini�s coming,

and you are not going to queer the tail.

How about I rear-end this car?

You think that will grab his attention?

I am going to blow the horn.

Don�t blow the horn. Don�t blow the horn.

I�m driving, and believe me,

i�m going to tail mangrini better

than your partner does.

Who�s dino kidding? Last time we saw him,

he was catatonic because he was shooting blanks.

Nonnegotiable -- dino gets to throw a hump

into his girlfriend Angela

before he talks to US about Pete mangrini.

Sure, tell him we�ll provide the splint.

Is he still obligated for the conversation

if he can�t get it up?

All right.

Well, put dino on the road,

and we�ll reach out for his girlfriend.

Delusions of grandeur.

A friend of mine

for several months after his prostrate operation,

he had big problems in that area.

They threw him some of this Viagra.

You could have hung laundry off the guy.

Who was this?

Don�t ask me to break that confidence.

30 minutes, we�re over the bridge,

eating in Manhattan, and nobody looks at US twice.

What�s drawing attention is you acting

like you got ants in your pants.

How�s it going? Good to see you.

Yeah, good to see you.

Hey, Rudy, did you order eggplant?

Isn�t this called hiding in plain sight?

I don�t know if we�re going to be hiding

when I punch that guy in the mouth.

Stop acting like Lincoln never got elected.

Two minutes, Mr. Mangrini.

We�re moving them to another table.

My fault, sweetheart. I crossed you up.

You said you wouldn�t be in.

Look deeply into my eyes.

It�s okay.

And when will our table be ready?

When I come get you.

Aren�t you glad we came in two cars?

Nicole, the blazer you just saw my partner drive

into that Fender-bender while we were tailing mangrini --

i�m the guy that makes the payment on that.

I�m sick of it, renet.

Let alone go out for dinner,

we can�t even stop at the rite aid

without me being humiliated.

Shut up.

All right, Peter.

Do you want to leave because you can�t behave

like a civilized person?

Fine.

There�s a girl who could have a 50-gallon drum in her future.

Renet, here she comes to take US to our table

so she can shove her fake tits in peter�s face.

You�re a strung-out little speed freak, you know that?

I�m sorry, angel.

Don�t worry, Mr. Mangrini. I consider the source.

I take amphetamine under doctor�s orders.

I wonder who�s prescribing his coke.

Give the friggin� table away.

Come on, stace, you want to go home?

Baldwin: Easy, my friend.

Take it easy on her arm.

Take a good look at your future, Stacey.

This is the level of people

a degenerate loudmouth speed freak

can look forward to getting to know.

Let her arm up.

No problem.

Absolutely.

We were just leaving, anyways.

You know, it used to be

all the salt and pepper in this place

was on the tables.

Well, that�s keeping a nice low profile.

Is that one spoken for?

I�d have to check.

Nah, you know what?

Let�s drive to Manhattan.

I�m not wearing an overcoat --

first time this spring.

Good.

Danny: How�s it going, John?

Isn�t it a lovely spring day?

Andy, while they�re tailing mangrini last night,

Greg puts baldwin�s blazer in a Fender-bender.

Baldwin -- he�s looking at the accident report.

In the coffee room?

Steam is coming out of baldwin�s ears.

Serves Jones right.

Medavoy�s a menace in normal traffic,

let alone paying attention to what�s in front of him

plus some guy five cars ahead.

Anyways, anything breaks out in that coffee room,

you�re on Jones.

E.m.s. Could tell immediately

this lady was playing it up.

She sees my badge,

finds out i�m using a car on police business --

right away, her neck goes stiff.

Treated and released.

Treated and released -- absolutely.

Believe me, d.,

if this lady pursues her remedies

insurance liability-wise,

it is a scandal and disgrace.

When do you suppose he might be getting in?

The lieutenant should be here momentarily.

Is there anything you�d like to convey to US,

being you�re the medical examiner

and we�re the working slobs conducting the investigation?

Anyplace else to wait?

Yeah, the roof�s unoccupied.

Morning.

Can we do this?

Sure. Come on.

What the hell is that?

Dinah shore blowing a kiss good-bye to her Chevrolet.

How�d it go tailing mangrini?

That�s some long story

probably best told another time.

Can we do this? Yeah, sure.

In that 50-gallon drum, I found a fully developed

non-arthritic skeleton of an adult white female,

late 20s, early 30s at the time of her death,

long black hair, 5�5",

but there was probably some shrinkage involved.

It happens to all of US.

I also recovered a small handbag from the drum.

The handbag was saturated with body fluid.

Looks like there was an address book in it.

I sent all that over to the crime lab.

Anything on fingerprints?

She had no dental work done,

so don�t expect to get any help

I.d.ing her from that.

We�re hydrating the fingertips to lift prints.

How long do you think she was in that barrel?

I wouldn�t guess.

She had a fetus in her belly.

I�d say she was six months along.

The crime lab seems to think

they can do something with that address book.

I�ll have the bone density stuff tomorrow

or the next day. I�m late.

Got to go give a lecture.

The doc here teaches the charm course

for the m.E. Trainees.

You got one pair of balls talking to me like that.

Anyways, boss, we got dino ferrara coming down.

How did it go with mangrini?

I�m going to go see if he�s pissing on my locker.

I gave you what i�ve got.

No, but I figure i�m a split personality, kroft,

or I sleepwalk where I did something to you

I got no recollection of.

How about this, sipowicz?

How about we keep away from each other?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Told you to stay out of my hair.

I�m not going to point out how stupid that statement is

coming from either one of US.

I got a lot on my plate.

The right guy leaves me alone.

Like what, kroft? What do you got on your plate?

I got a wife --

got cancer in every part of her body, all right?

Pain so bad, you can�t stand to see it,

all right, sipowicz?

Maybe you could,

but I can�t stand to see it.

I know you had a wife that died.

Maybe you can go on and act

like you got the world by the tail,

but I can�t.

I can�t,

and i�m not consorting with anybody who can.

All right.

All right, kroft.

My god.

I�m not going to be able to live.

That�s not your portion for now.

Just see to her for now,

and then you�ll see what develops.

Sum and substance, boss,

in a nutshell, I cannot imagine

this utterly minor Fender-bender winding up

on the corporation counsel�s desk.

With you on police business

and with the lady claiming whiplash?

Cannot imagine it, with her claiming whiplash

and e. M. S. Being called to the scene.

I would be shocked and stupefied.

Do I need to find a rug to roll kroft up in?

No, he left.

15th squad.

You know why he come at me like that?

It�s about his sick wife.

That was the u. S. Marshals.

They�re five minutes away with dino ferrara.

So you don�t think it would be more apropos,

me reaching out to this Stacey,

Baldwin, keep your cover intact?

I want her to know a cop was sitting next to her.

Bring home to her mangrini�s hot.

I like it.

15th squad, detective Jones.

Yeah, yeah, how�s it going?

No, no, i�ll come down.

Someone downstairs?

Greg, don�t worry about the car.

No, good.

I wasn�t worried.

How�s her being sick your problem?

Afraid to think of living without her, kroft --

like if he even thinks about it, she�ll die.

Sees me standing in front of him

with Sylvia gone.

Let me goose Diane at the crime lab

about the d. O. A.�s address book.

Poor son of a bitch -- kroft.

I know them hospital cafeterias.

Look me in the eye.

The body hasn�t been identified yet.

So then I go with what I got --

a corpse found in mangrini�s former home.

That�s the short money, Nicole.

You want me to wait till I got my t�s crossed

and see the story in every other paper

in this city?

This is you asking if you hold off,

will I give you an exclusive?

Absolutely. Yes.

Plus cooperate on a sidebar feature --

my night on surveillance.

Absolutely not.

How can I sweeten the pot?

That I. D. May be coming in right now, Nicole,

and here I am standing outside.

You didn�t suffer some kind of personal injury,

did you, Baldwin?

Not last I looked.

I might have to do my own private examination.

You want to know a secret about me, Nicole?

What�s that?

I don�t like the music up so loud.

You may not know exactly what you like yet, Baldwin.

I guess that�s possible, too.

My deadline�s at 7:00.

I�d like a 6:30 call either way.

Yeah, I can do that.

Otherwise, I go with what I got.

Yeah, it seems like you�re real comfortable doing that.

Watch your head.

All right.

The whole decline of a certain way of life,

Pete mangrini epitomizes.

When I was coming up,

the Pete mangrinis of this world

you could buy on any street corner

for a ham sandwich.

And after they did what you had them do,

then they would come and mow your lawn.

So he�d be capable of murdering his wife?

And sleeping on top of her.

You choose that way of saying it?

Sleeping on top of her.

It�s a figure of speech.

Are you telling me that after he killed her,

this slimy little schkeeve with a store-bought smile

was sleeping on top of his wife?

She was in a 50-gallon drum in the basement.

On top of her in that sense --

that he could definitely do.

Being Pete turned your crews out to pasture, dino,

reassure US that what you�re telling US shouldn�t go

in the category of sour grapes.

I am so far beyond that.

Under telling the boys what they�d like to hear...

Hey, I got mine already.

The kid brought the hammer down last night.

You speaking of your rendezvous with Angela?

I haven�t been in a motel like that

since I brought in untaxed cigarettes

from north Carolina.

On the subject of mangrini killing his wife,

are you speaking from firsthand knowledge, dino?

Did I see him kill her? No.

What knowledge are you speaking from?

Anecdotal.

Anecdotal?

That puts the last finishing touches

on dino�s character --

his exposure to legal terminology.

Name some people you heard the anecdotes from.

Teddy lukazie.

Dead.

Tommy brown.

Also dead.

It�s a hazardous occupation.

Hey, dino, why do I feel like we�re getting today

what Angela got last night?

You want me to testify against this bum mangrini?

I am there.

We�ll be sure to bring you down for some anecdotal hearsay.

Least I hope I helped you on some deep background.

Yours.

Can I use the can?

Please.

That dino don�t know about it

don�t mean mangrini didn�t kill her, Andy.

Maybe our future�s pimping.

Desk sergeant daugherty.

Thanks.

Yeah, sarge.

Okay, thanks for the heads-up.

Baldwin, you want to be in the coffee room.

Pete mangrini�s coming upstairs.

Dino ferrara just went into the lavatory.

Tell the marshals to keep dino inside.

Aren�t he and mangrini sworn enemies?

John, go in the bathroom.

My strongest stream in three years.

Life�s good, dino?

Get this.

Ho, Pietro!

Look at this.

Want me to break this up?

Let�s see what we hit.

Dino: Stand back. Don�t taint yourself.

I�m going to make myself comfortable.

How are you doing?

I�m all right. Yourself?

No complaints.

Who would listen anyway?

Who�d listen if we complain anyway?

That�s 100% right.

So, how�s the family?

Everyone�s all right.

The new bride?

She�s a very sweet girl.

Yeah, everyone said that about her.

Are you down here testifying?

I�m having some conversations.

I think you would have lost your voice by now?

Petey, you think what you want to think.

You can�t stop people from thinking

whether they�re garbage or whatever else they are.

Garbage is garbage, dino?

Garbage is garbage and vultures are vultures

that fly in like dirty parasites

capitalizing on others� misfortunes

and every other parasitic thing they do

in their parasitic natures.

Well, as far as that goes, some people kiss joint,

and they kiss ass for a bonus

for the lousy rat cheese-eaters that they are.

It�s good to see you.

Good to see you, too. Hope you�re well up there.

And you be well down here as long as god gives you.

It�s nice to know that some people

still have delusions that they have some kind of effect

on those decisions.

Isn�t life full of surprises, though?

Yeah.

You�re a detective?

Yeah. Come on in, petey.

How come you�re not going at mangrini?

We will.

We didn�t know he was here until you just told US.

I don�t even know why i�m hiding in here.

I think mangrini should know he�s hot.

Mangrini�s in the pokey room, d.

Coast is clear.

Where are we going?

You�re going to ask me about storage containers

in that brownstone?

It�s been five years since i�ve even been there.

Would that make it around when your wife was last seen?

My wife?

Yeah, yeah, she�s gone. She disappeared.

God rest her soul, good luck to her depending.

When alfonse giardella would say, "jump this high,"

Pete would go straight to licking his shoes.

You didn�t get plastic surgery on that mug yet?

How�s it going, Pete?

It all becomes clear to me now.

I should have known you wouldn�t have the balls

to call me out

without a badge for a hold card.

Should have seen Pete getting his props

in that restaurant last night.

What is this about --

some storage containers in a property I used to own?

That�s a mystery to you, Pete,

why we would be inquiring?

Yeah.

Are they talking to mangrini yet?

Yes. He�s in the pokey.

Thanks, John.

I don�t know nothing about no 50-gallon drums.

Then how about let�s talk about the contents?

Maybe what�s in the drum will ring a bell.

You want to know why I go on to the content?

It�s not mangrini�s wife.

It�s some woman named erma gallego.

We got a name to reach out to from her address book.

Thanks.

You want to know why I go on to the contents

and why I raised that subject.

Not his wife.

I want to know because you keep repeating yourself.

What�s in this 50-gallon drum?

What is in that drum, Pete,

is what we want you to go home

and you think about and you decide

if you want to return here with representation.

I know nothing about no drums.

If i�m you, Pete,

I ask my attorney, "do I keep pleading ignorance?"

And I get advice of counsel.

Of course, i�m just a menial civil service employee.

You know what? I�m out of here.

Hey, you do what you got to do.

All that booze -- 50-50 chance your brain�s pickled.

Hey, never mind that.

Who the hell is the d. O. A.?

Erma gallego.

Please, just tell me what it�s for.

I never did nothing wrong.

We�re investigating someone�s death.

Your name was found in her effects.

Whose death?

Erma gallego.

I haven�t seen her for 30 years.

Why don�t you sit down, Mrs. Rojas?

When did she die?

Tell US a little bit about your relationship

and when was the last time you saw her.

I last saw her July 4, 1969,

when she called me to come to hoboken across the river.

Where were you living?

I was just here for 17 months,

and I never been to New Jersey.

I didn�t know how to use the train, and I got lost.

And I finally got to erma�s apartment,

and she was gone...

With the food still warm on the stove.

Why had erma asked you to come?

She was in love with someone,

and it wasn�t going good.

She called his house,

and now she said she was afraid.

Who was she in love with?

Her boss that was married. He got her pregnant.

So erma was afraid her boss was going to harm her?

I think so, after she called his house.

Over the next days when you didn�t see or hear from erma,

i�m sure you became more and more concerned.

But you didn�t tell anyone.

I went to missing persons after two days,

but someone behind me on the line said

if I weren�t family, I could not file a report.

I was only here for 17 months.

My papers weren�t right yet.

Was the baby still inside her?

I don�t know his name, but he was her boss.

She worked for a plastic flower factory

in the Bronx.

Guess this was Pete mangrini�s day

to play the lotto.

Yeah, what were the odds this morning

on Pete mangrini not being locked up by now?

Hey, Diane, check this out --

dino ferrara�s girlfriend.

Ms. Angela zirelli in regards to the mangrini investigation.

Ms. Zirelli regarding Mr. Mangrini.

Angela, Diane Russell.

You may not remember -- we met while I was in vice.

Yeah.

My partner Jill kirkendall.

Hello.

Is there somewhere we can speak?

Actually, the, Pete mangrini investigation

is kind of...

Or sure, we can, talk in here.

Walking a little wide, Angela.

Wow. What an intensely personal observation.

Coffee?

No. I have water.

So, did dino help you with Pete mangrini?

Why?

It�s my understanding dino putting the wood to me

was the quid pro quo for him cooperating with you people.

So you figure throwing a hump into dino

earns you a special briefing.

And a purple heart.

You�re a cutie, Angela,

but we�d still need to know why

you�re asking the question.

Because if dino didn�t help you with Pete mangrini --

and believe me,

the whole time he was screwing me,

he was laughing his ass off

about getting over on you people --

I can help with mangrini and will

because Pete mangrini is a rat bastard scumbag

who ought to get the needle.

We�re listening.

If you�re looking at him for killing his wife patsy --

who was also my best girlfriend --

he did.

You suspect this.

I know it. How?

Because he told me at an intimate moment.

An intimate moment between you and Pete mangrini?

Yes.

While you were dino ferrara�s girlfriend

and best friends with mangrini�s wife.

I�m providing information,

not nominating myself as the next Mother Teresa.

The natural concern is,

if instead of your conscience bringing you in here,

you�re on an errand from dino

to make Pete mangrini�s life miserable.

I�m here because i�m sick of being a sexual football.

When Pete confessed to you he�d killed his wife,

is that also when he told you about putting her body

in a 50-gallon drum in his basement?

No, he told me patsy was buried

behind his cousin tommy�s house in englewood cliffs.

What exactly is going to transpire here?

It�s probably going to go better with you elsewhere.

Hey, this is my property, even if it is cursed.

You can�t throw a man out of his own house.

Hard enough, he�ll bounce.

Hello?

Mr. Epps.

This is my wife Susan.

My partner Andy sipowicz.

I�m Harry forsic, the present owner.

Yeah, go to another part of the residence.

You said a body had been found.

That�s right,

in the basement underneath the stairs.

In a 50-gallon drum.

We don�t know anything about that.

You used to own eternal floral company?

Made plastic flowers? Yes.

A & g containers that manufactured it

sold the 50-gallon drum the body was found in

to your company.

I wouldn�t know what to say about that.

The woman whose body we found in that drum

was an employee of your company.

Erma gallego.

Well, I wouldn�t know what to say.

Did you know erma gallego?

Yes, he did.

Should we continue our conversation

somewhere else, Mr. Epps?

Maybe Mrs. Epps can talk to my partner?

Yes, I knew erma gallego.

Do you know how her body got in our basement?

No. No?

No idea how it could have gotten down there?

After 30 years, to ask US about something

neither of US has the vaguest explanation for,

other than what some disgruntled employee

may have done

while my wife and I were on vacation.

I�m going to urinate.

Is that permitted?

Sure, that�s permitted.

Go ahead and use the bathroom.

Is it still in the same place?

I don�t know.

The new owner�s back there.

He was involved with that girl.

She called me and told me they were involved.

She said he got her pregnant.

Was there a baby inside her?

Forsic: My god!

He shot himself in the head!

It�s 10 minutes to 7:00, Baldwin.

Well, Nicole, the woman in that barrel

isn�t Pete mangrini�s wife.

Her name is erma gallego.

She worked for a guy named epps

who owned the house before mangrini,

who just croaked himself.

Great. That�ll buy me 12 lines on page 4.

On the other hand, Nicole,

we just did come up with patsy mangrini�s body

over in englewood, New Jersey.

Are you kidding?

I don�t think you�d have a sense of humor

for something like that.

Did mangrini do it?

We�re going to be looking at Pete pretty hard.

Why are you giving this to me?

You cooperating,

holding off on what you had --

I thought that�s what I agreed to do.

You keep it on the table in front of you, don�t you?

Seems to go easier that way.

So would it go easier, me getting in bed with you,

if I told you I was his sister?

Are you?

Absolutely.

That�s not what it�s about, Nicole.

I�d like to find out what it is about,

just not as much as I want to file on this story.

Don�t miss that deadline.

Take care, Baldwin. Thanks a lot.

Sure.

I�m calling you from the word processor

to get those names.

I�ll be upstairs.

All right.

I�m so afraid for her to die.

Time may come it�ll be a relief.

Was it a relief for you?

No.

With her, she was young...

A mother taken.

She�s not young.

We don�t have children,

but she�s everything in the world.

All her suffering...

I�m afraid to let her go.

But i�ve seen too much.

I know there�s nothing after.

I�ve seen too many people dead

too many ways.

I saw my son laid out on a gurney

in the emergency room,

murdered by two skells

that he was trying to keep from robbing a bar.

My partner and me

walked in on an unidentified d. O. A.,

and the nurse handed me my boy�s I. D.

So I went over,

and I saw him on the gurney

with a bullet wound in his neck

the size of my fist,

and I held him dead

and my wife while she was dying.

You know then.

Before...

I knew there was no god...

But...

After he was murdered...

I dreamt about my son coming back to me dead...

A spirit...

And I didn�t argue if that was real.

My ex-wife...

Has visions...

Where she sees our son alive

in other people

a couple of seconds at a time,

and since she said that...

I�ll feel like --

like i�ll see him sometimes

in my little guy that�s 3 1/2.

I�m not going to argue with you if --

if any of that�s real, kroft,

but...

It -- it feels real,

and it�s come to me

since the people I loved died.

So...

Maybe that�s something in store for you

you can�t believe in right now,

and when the time comes,

it�ll help you go on,

�cause I promise...

It -- it feels real.