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(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)

- Are you and Kelly up, Detective? - Yeah.

He wants to talk to a detective.

Look, I'm... I'm gonna do it.

EDDIE: Here's what I need to know...

If a person was involved in a... in a type of situation...

and he didn't know...

and now he came forward. Cooperating, trying to assist...

how...

how... how would he stand?

- Give us more hints. - What was the situation?

A possi... possibility of disposing a body.

And the person had no idea that's what it was.

But the person knows it was a body now.

EDDIE: Well, he figured it out.

Subsequently. Or maybe even... maybe even at... at the situation,

he's thinking, "This is a pretty heavy rug."

ANDY: All right. So, let's say he knew it was a body,

but maybe he didn't have anything to do with getting it dead.

Or say that then. How... how jammed up would he be then?

Well, coming in, being cooperative,

assuming the person didn't have anything to do with the death.

Absolutely not. I'm at a party.

A guy asked me to help him with something. He's my host.

He asked you to take out a rug.

EDDIE: He asked me to help him take a rug outside.

And somebody from the party's in the rug.

That's my guess. Afterward. After the fact.

Who would that be?

I think a girl.

Marilyn. 'Cause...

she wasn't around afterward.

And what would she be to the guy?

His girlfriend. And they'd been beefing all night.

And then they were going at each other in his bedroom.

And maybe, I even saw the top of her head rolled up in the rug.

I mean, afterward. Going over it in my mind.

Maybe... maybe I glimpsed something like that.

This guy got a name?

I mean, but first, tell me what my situation would be.

Probably okay, but you gotta stop playing Tommy Dimwit here.

This guy's name?

- Ricky Testa. - ANDY: Where'd you put the rug?

A dumpster, in a... an alley outside the apartment.

Outside the old post office garage, uh,

Fifth between B and C.

And this was last night?

- EDDIE: Three nights ago. - Three nights ago?

- JOHN: Thanks for rushing over. - ANDY: Are you serious?

ANDY: Do you know where that body's gonna be now, huh?

The body's gonna be in a garbage dump.

And you know who's gonna have to go looking for it?

Picking through millions of tons of rotten garbage?

- We are. - ANDY: Getting laughed at

and crapped on by a bunch of overweight seagulls.

But in terms of my being jammed up...

You fig... you figure I'll be all right?

ANDY: Yeah, you're gonna be all right, and we're gonna be

up to our asses in garbage.

(GROANS)

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- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - ANDY: Story sounds good.

Girl that fits the description

got reported missing by her mother two nights ago.

JOHN: Girl is Marilyn Amico.

Her mother says she dates this Ricky Testa.

ANDY: There's no answer at Testa's.

We contacted the super.

He told us Testa took off for the Dominican two days ago.

Asked him to feed his cat.

We checked this dumpster that this Eddie said he dumped the rug in,

and it turns out that the city serviced it Tuesday.

So, either it's on a garbage scow out in the river or out in Fresh Kills landfill.

- Sanitation helping you on the location? - Yeah, they're tracking it.

And they said they're gonna get back to us.

We'll get started as soon as they give us the okay.

- Um, have Medavoy and Martinez help. - Yeah, they're on standby right now.

Three days this idiot waited. (SCOFFS)

- DONNA: Yeah, I think you're right. - GREG: (EXCLAIMS) Definitely.

- DONNA: Can I help you? - ROBIN: Uh, yeah...

ANDY: Medavoy, it's time to suit up. We're going to the dump.

- ROBIN: Oh, there he is. - Hey, Robin.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- JOHN: What's going on? - Hey, Johnny.

- Jimmy died. - (SIGHS)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You know what? Let's... let's go over in here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

He, uh, he died in his sleep.

- It was peaceful. - JOHN: Yeah, good.

- He's out of his pain now. - JOHN: Yeah.

(PHONE RINGING)

Is there gonna be a memorial service?

- No, he didn't want anything. - Hmm.

He just had me down at the track,

- putting his ashes on the finish line. - (CHUCKLES)

Ashes on the finish,

- and 99 to one on the tote board. - (CHUCKLES)

That's what Jimmy wanted.

(JOHN SIGHS)

I, um...

I'm gonna go away for a little while, Johnny.

Yeah, good idea.

My, uh, my plane leaves at 11:00 tonight.

Is there any chance we could catch some dinner?

Absolutely. Absolutely. I'll call you later.

- Okay. All right. - Okay?

Hey, Robin.

- You gonna be okay? - Yeah, I... I'll be fine.

- JOHN: You sure? All right. - Yeah.

- Thanks. Okay. - JOHN: We'll talk later.

- (PHONE RINGING) - (SIREN BLARING)

Make book on it, Andy. I'm gonna get a skin reaction.

Half an hour after we're out at that dump,

you're gonna see me come down with... with dizziness,

and... and an allergic skin breakout.

Yeah, well, I'll keep a close eye on you, Medavoy. (GRUNTS)

Oh, man. A large in Taiwan is not a large in America.

They say they dump 13,000 tons

of garbage in that city landfill every day.

ANDY: Well, sanitation gave us the sector number of the load. (GRUNTS)

It's in section six-seven. So, you know what

- that means, Martinez? - JAMES: Mm-hmm.

That means, since we know the sector number,

we're only gonna have to pick through four or five hundred tons of garbage

out of that whole 13,000.

Those places are like giant petri dishes.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - DONNA: Everybody decent?

- JOHN: Come in. - Uh, Detective Sipowicz?

Jerry McCabe from the 8th Precinct is on the phone.

- He says it's urgent. - ANDY: Oh, yeah.

- Line two. - Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Sipowicz. Yeah, how's it going, Jerry?

Yeah, that's my son.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Uh-huh.

When?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS) I gotta meet you guys at the dump.

- What's going on, Andy? - (SIGHS) I got a problem with my kid.

(SIGHS) Listen, uh... I'm sorry, huh.

- Do what you gotta do. - ANDY: Yeah, thanks. John.

- JAMES: Hey, don't worry about it, Andy. - GREG: Mm-hmm.

- What's going on? - (SIGHS) Let me ask you something, John.

Do you know a Nick Savino, Manhattan North Narcotics?

No.

He just popped Andy for selling coke.

- Did you talk to the guy? - Uh-uh, he's an undercover.

He was out on a buy operation. They said he'll be back in a couple of hours.

That don't sound like Andy, does it?

I don't know what he's into lately.

Listen, I gotta get over to the 8th.

- I'll see you later. - All right.

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ANDY: Thanks for calling me, Jerry.

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I know how this feels. I got a brother who's a mess.

- (SIGHS) - Every time I think he's squared away,

I get one of these calls. It starts all over again.

- My kid's never been arrested. - JERRY: Yeah.

Well, Savino's on his way back in. I, uh, I asked around about the pop.

They said a month ago he made three buys.

Got a warrant on a John Doe dealer.

Today, he spots your son, same area, ID's him as the pusher,

and had some uniforms bring him in.

(SIGHS) What kind of cop's Savino?

He's the top guy. Makes about 20 collars a month.

- That stand up? - Yeah, they tend to stand up.

- You wanna see your boy? - Yeah.

Come on.

(SIREN BLARING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

He's okay. Really, he's fine.

Now, the, uh... the holding keys around there are clear, okay?

- All right. Thanks, Detective. - JERRY: Hey, Sarge...

Detective here to see Sipowicz.

Thanks.

(KEYS CLINKING)

(SIGHS)

You all right?

- Yeah. - ANDY: What happened?

I was on my way to work, and I got arrested by two cops.

You know what for?

They said I sold coke to a narc

- three weeks ago. - Did you do that?

No.

- You believe me? - Why wouldn't I believe you?

Why would you believe me? You don't know me very well.

(SNIFFS)

I believe you 'cause you're telling me you didn't do it, Andy.

If you did do it...

tell me now, and we'll take things from there.

I didn't sell any coke.

I don't have anything to do with any drugs or alcohol.

(SIGHS) There's gotta be a mix-up.

I'll, uh, I'll talk to the cop that arrested you.

- You need anything? - I'd like to get outta here.

Try and take it easy. I'll see you in a little while.

- (PHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Jerry. - JERRY: Hey.

- That's your guy. - Thanks.

JERRY: Right.

Savino? I'm Andy Sipowicz from the 15th squad.

Hi.

ANDY: You just took my son down this morning.

Yeah, I'm sorry it was your kid.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

My son says he didn't do it.

He sold to me.

I believe my son.

I made three directs off him before the warrant.

I spot him in the same area this morning and we took him.

- He works in that neighborhood. - NICK: No.

When I saw him, he was selling drugs in that neighborhood.

Look, would you just do this?

Keep the kid in holding for the rest of today.

Don't run him through the system yet,

and let me look around on the street a little bit.

You're wasting your time, you know. He's it.

Then it's my time getting wasted.

Hey, Savino, we're all in the same job together.

I'm not asking you to do anything illegal.

Savino, phone.

- Yeah, right. I... I got a call. - ANDY: I heard.

How about it?

(CLEARS THROAT)

All right, go ahead. Um, I'll stall the paperwork.

Would you go down and take a Polaroid of him?

NICK: For what?

'Cause I wanna show his photo on the street.

I don't have a recent likeness.

- Yeah. Hey, uh, take a message. All right? - JERRY: Yeah, no problem.

I got a camera over here.

- (SIRENS BLARING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Join the police department.

Stand up to your knees in gooey condoms.

JAMES: It's not like we should just look for the rug, right?

- JOHN: That's right. - JAMES: 'Cause I keep thinking,

maybe she could have rolled out of the rug

when the, uh, garbage truck turned over the dumpster.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

GREG: That's it! That's it!

- MALE VOICE: Easy, man. Easy. - JOHN: Greg.

- I'm taking these birds out, John! - JOHN: No, you're not.

Do not take that weapon out, Greg.

I've been crapped on three times

- in the last 20 minutes, John! - OFFICER: Woah, woah, woah!

- JOHN: Greg, do not discharge that weapon. - (GREG GRUNTS)

- JOHN: Greg, put it away. - (SIGHS)

- JOHN: Put it away, Greg. - I got a rash.

- JOHN: I hear ya. - I can feel it under my overalls.

Hey, hey, remember these?

(MACHINES WHIRRING)

- JOHN: We're looking for a female, right? - GREG: Yeah.

Blonde, about 25.

Well, here's a 65-year-old male, gray hair.

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JOHN: Who the hell is this?

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Look, I know you're the man. Look, I want you to know,

I'm clean, empty and working. And...

I'm on my last 18 days of a six-month probation.

You know, you'll never run into a better citizen. You know what I'm saying?

- I want you to look at a photograph. - Can't be hanging around my building.

- I want you to look at a photograph. - Can't be hanging around my building.

Everybody here either shooting or smoking. And, you know, I can end up

- like one of them dolphins. - So, what, you stay around here all day?

(MUMBLES) Damn right. Yeah, you know, turnin'... turnin' round.

Just keep my face to the sun. I follow the rays...

Pay attention to me. Just pay attention to me.

Look at this picture. You know this kid?

MALE VOICE: Sure. I seen him. He work around here.

- Right across the street. - You mean down the block.

No, across the street, 1840 Grove.

He sold nine bags in that hallway right there.

This kid never even did drugs. Don't sell him down just

to make yourself look good to a cop.

Okay, sure. You say it, I believe it. I believe it.

Look, um, I mean, sun was in my eyes. I didn't recognize the guy.

I don't recognize him.

- I'm clean. - Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, it couldn't be Lenny.

- He didn't even look so good. - What did you say?

Did you say Lenny? Is this Lenny? This is Lenny?

- Sure. Clean him up, cut his hair. - ANDY: Is he selling around here today?

- MALE VOICE: I ain't seen him in a while. - This Lenny got a last name?

- MALE VOICE: Yeah, yeah. Lenny James. - Where can I find him?

He got a girlfriend, too. She lives over to the Edison.

- But I... I... You know, I'm clean. - Here, here, here.

You stick around here, all right?

I ain't moving.

(SIRENS BLARING)

- (BABY SOBBING) - Police. Open up.

- FEMALE VOICE: Who is it? - Police! Police. Open up.

- FEMALE VOICE: You got a warrant? - I got a warrant. Come on, open up.

- Or I'll make this door a ramp. Come on! - FEMALE VOICE: Okay, don't break it!

There's nothin' in here. Wait a minute.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (BABY SOBBING)

You got no warrant.

I must have lost it. Where's Lenny?

(CHUCKLES)

You mean, you did all this cha-cha stuff just to find Lenny?

You must not be too bright.

Yeah, well, I can spell soap. Can you? Is this him?

Maybe once. But he hasn't looked that good for a long time.

I wanna know where he is.

Where you guys put him.

Rikers.

He got busted two weeks ago for a stickup.

Prick. Owed me 85 dollars.

ANDY: I got that for you, but you gotta tell me the truth about something.

I'm not asking you to give this guy up. All I'm asking, when he was out,

if I was looking to cop from Lenny, if I knew that he dealt coke,

where would I go to score?

Over on Grove.

1840.

That's the 85-dollar answer.

He was screwing the super's daughter!

You're sure, huh? Definite ID?

Yeah. No, we were working on another case. We found him by accident.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

All right, tell the ME thanks for getting back to me so soon.

Right. Thanks.

So, it's Maurice Taub. ME got it off the prints.

- How did he die? - Yeah, iffy on the decomposition.

They're talking strangulation. They still gotta do toxicology.

- There's gonna be a lot of heat on this. - Yeah.

Yeah. Big shot like this getting found in a TV crate.

Andy's still got that personal situation,

- right? - I think for a little while.

You mind talking to the Taub widow yourself?

- JOHN: Absolutely, no problem. - I talked to Medavoy and Martinez.

No luck yet on the original body.

JOHN: Yeah, I feel bad for them. They're still over in the dump.

You wanna go back?

Oh, I'd love to, Lieutenant. But I gotta go talk to this woman.

- ARTHUR: John? - JOHN: Yeah?

- Burn that bag. - (JOHN CHUCKLES)

- It's going. - Detective Kelly? That's Seymour Gold.

- Hiya, Mr. Gold. - DONNA: Excuse me.

SEYMOUR: Oops, yeah.

JOHN: I've been out all day. I got your message.

I'm sure you're very busy.

Uh, is there some place we can talk?

JOHN: Sure. Right... right in back, come on. I got a few minutes.

I was Jimmy Wexler's lawyer, and his business manager.

Yeah, I know. We nearly held up the wedding for you.

(EXCLAIMS)

He had me in Singapore negotiating a contract.

I was in the Cayman Islands when he died.

Yeah.

SEYMOUR: The son of a bitch croaks while I'm busy burying his money.

So, now I'm executing his will.

Read that.

Whatever he asks you to do in there,

I'm supposed to set you up for 1,000 dollars a week

for as long as you agree to do it.

You know, first of all, what he's asking me to do in here, I'd do for nothing.

Never admit you'd do anything for nothing, Detective.

Well, how do you wanna receive the funds?

Well, I need to speak to somebody about this before I go ahead.

Okay? So, can I get back to you on it?

Okay.

Hope Jimmy's not asking you to kill anybody.

Yeah.

Unless it's this guy we've been dealing with in the Caymans.

- See ya. - Yeah. Thanks for coming in.

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(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

JOHN: Mrs. Taub? I'm Detective John Kelly.

- ROBERTA: Is this a news about Maurice? - Can I come in, please?

Oh, come into the library.

Won't you sit down?

Mrs. Taub, I wish there was another way to be able to say this to you.

- But we found your husband's body. - Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

Where was he? Where did you find him?

JOHN: Staten Island.

(SCOFFS) Maurice has never been to Staten Island in his life.

We found his body in a landfill out there.

Oh.

- How did he die? - Well, it appears he's been strangled.

I had hoped we'd find out that he ran away.

So did we.

Even if that meant he was unhappy with me.

Um, do you, um, have any suspects?

JOHN: Well, not yet. Do you feel like you're up for talking about it?

Hmm.

Okay. Did he have any enemies? Anything like that? Personal feuds?

- ROBERTA: No. - Business associates?

Anybody angry at him?

If this were not some random act of street violence,

don't you think the criminal would have asked for ransom?

Or some of my jewelry or art?

(SIGHS)

Well, he disappeared in Central Park while he was taking his walk.

Yes.

Any special reason he'd go to Central Park?

Why do you ask that?

Well, I'm not trying to pry, Mrs. Taub,

into his sexual habits or preferences. It's...

merely in regards to his death.

As far as I know, my husband had no sexual preferences.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

- I suppose I could always be surprised. - (DOOR CLOSING)

Oh, uh, excuse me, Mrs. Taub. I'll return later.

No, no. This is Detective Kelly.

Serge Deschanel.

- He's our concierge. - Hello.

They, uh, found Maurice.

He's been strangled.

SERGE: I'm so sorry.

JOHN: You're the concierge?

That's correct.

I'm gonna need a list of service people from the building here.

So, uh, if you don't mind, I'll have you come down

to the station with me, okay?

I'm on duty now.

Oh, please, Serge. Cooperate.

Of course.

Mrs. Taub. Again, I am sorry.

If you use that number, they'll inform you about the procedure

for your husband's remains, okay?

I'm sorry.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

JOHN: My car's right around the corner.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Who are you?

(DOOR CLOSING)

My name's Sipowicz. I'm a cop.

Go on.

- ANDY: I wanna talk to you a few minutes. - I got nothing to say to you.

He looks like you, doesn't he?

- Lucky him. - ANDY: He got nailed for you.

A John Doe warrant for selling coke.

Maybe he sold it.

Out of a hallway at 1840 Grove? Uh-uh, that's your spot, Lenny.

What's the point?

(SIGHS) He's my son.

And?

I want you to cop to the drug sales in the warrant.

You want me to cop to a felony?

- You're crazy. - If you take it now,

I'll get you a sentence concurrent to the beef you're popped for.

You won't have to do a day's extra time.

And I'll let 'em know that you cooperated.

If you let my son get arraigned,

I'll make sure that you go separate on every charge.

Three counts of sale.

Why you gotta put me on the spot, huh?

You could beat your kid's case in court.

- By then, he'll have a B number. - It ain't a tattoo.

ANDY: It might just as well be.

Even off of dismissal, he's gonna have that arrest number

for the rest of his life.

Every time he's fingerprinted for a license or a security clearance,

that number's gonna come up. And he can tell people

that he's innocent all he wants, but the case file is sealed.

And they'll just think that he beat it.

Every time that he files a loan or a job application,

they're gonna ask him, "Have you ever been arrested?"

And he's gonna have to say, "Yes."

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Give him a break.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

LENNY: That's my lawyer.

He says it's okay, then it's okay.

I need you to tell the truth.

I need you to say you did it.

If my lawyer says it's okay...

I'll say I did it.

On the gate!

(GATE BUZZING)

- (DOOR OPENING, CLOSING) - (DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

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JAMES: Greg, what do you think? Should we wrap it up?

GREG: No. I wanna move in out here, James.

I wanna set up a tent right here in section six-seven!

JAMES: Oh, great.

Dirty, stinking, rotten birds. (GRUNTS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

How are we doing on that list of service people at the building?

I finished that list half an hour ago.

Okay. Sorry to hold you up.

Let me ask you a question.

Is there anything you can tell me about any of those people

that might connect them to Mr. Taub's death?

- I'm sorry, no. - JOHN: Hmm, okay.

See, 'cause in a case like this, a case with no apparent motive,

anything you tell me can be helpful.

Mr. Taub's death is a mystery to me as well as yourself, Detective.

JOHN: Hmm, in Mrs. Taub's missing-persons report,

she said that you saw him leaving the building for his nightly walk.

- SERGE: Yes, about nine p.m. - Yeah.

So, you were the last person to see him alive.

Obviously not.

The last person to see him alive that can be helpful to us.

That we know of now.

Can you be real specific about him leaving the building?

SERGE: Unfortunately, Detective,

we had the Al-Fassis arrive that evening.

He's a Saudi prince,

and it's quite a project getting him settled.

So, I was running up and down between the lobby and the 11th floor.

- So was Roland. - That's the doorman?

- SERGE: Yes. - Hmm, he didn't see Mr. Taub leaving.

I don't blame him for momentarily deserting his post.

Al-Fassi's an extraordinary tipper.

As for Mr. Taub leaving, there was nothing distinctive.

You know what strikes me as funny, Serge?

The way you let yourself into Mrs. Taub's apartment.

Oh, yes. I have a master key.

For many of the guests, uh,

I drop things off, leave important documents.

And you help her that way, too?

Yes, of course, I help Mrs. Taub.

- She's my boss. - (CHUCKLES)

Let's see, so you knew she was home.

You didn't ring, you didn't knock, you let yourself in.

You guys get along pretty well, don't you?

She's a perfectionist and I'm Swiss, and it's in our nature

to be perfectionists also.

Have you ever noticed the 35-inch television,

the Triton, in the Taubs' apartment?

Did you let yourself in to deliver that?

I don't recall that.

Mr. Taub's body was found in a Triton television box.

I wouldn't know about it. I'm sorry.

Hmm.

- Okay, I'm gonna ask you to stick around. - For what reason?

Well, I want you to write up what happened that night.

Al-Fassis and Mr. Taub leaving the building.

I don't know. Something might jog your memory.

And I'm grateful for your help.

And hopefully, it won't last too much longer, okay?

What do you think?

I don't know which one whacked him yet.

But they're both definitely involved.

This guy don't fluster too easy, does he?

- That's his job. - Mm-hmm.

- What about bringing in the widow? - Yeah, I wanna do that.

- Maybe shaking her up a little? - Yeah.

You speak to Medavoy and Martinez yet?

- They're winding up out there. - No luck on the original body?

- No luck so far. - Boy, they must be pissed.

OFFICER: 8th Precinct. Yeah...

Oh, yo.

Hey, I'm really sorry I made that mistake.

- It happens. - Yeah, but it shouldn't.

You know, I gave too much credit to the haircut.

Your boy's got a haircut, he's clean shaven,

and I just made that adjustment when I remembered the perp.

- We got another problem, though. - What do you mean?

They took your boy over to central booking.

- You said you were keeping him here. - I know. I was on the street.

I told the desk sergeant I'd take him over the end of my shift,

so he sends him over there with a uniform.

- Son of a bitch. Is he printed? - Yeah.

The guy is a real hard-on, man.

Detective Savino? State police.

Oh, yeah, right, thanks. Hey, uh, I got... I'm on a special...

ANDY: No, what are you doing about my kid? What are you gonna do about my kid, huh?

This is about him. Look, I'm trying to reach out on his prints right now.

Savino.

Oh, yeah. Hey, Phil, listen. Can you do me a favor?

I collared a kid, right? It was the wrong collar.

The kid just got put into the system. I'm trying to get the prints back

so he don't get a NYSIIS number.

Yeah. No, just like within the last half hour, they would've come in.

- I know. I know. - What if they're smudged?

I'm wondering, maybe they could get rejected for quality, you know?

Maybe there's somebody you could reach out to,

say that it was blurred, ask for a reprint?

No, see, by then, I could get the arrest voided down here.

Right.

All right, will you let me know?

Yeah. All right, appreciate it. Thanks, Phil.

All right, he's gonna see what he can do.

- So what, he's gonna call you back? - NICK: Yeah.

ANDY: Are they bringing my son back?

Yeah, well, that's what this guy says he's gonna do.

Hey, hey. When's my son getting back?

- This is Detective Savino's case, right? - Yeah, yeah. You sent him over

- on a collar with a bad ID. - SERGEANT: Call you right back.

You wanna change that tone?

Hey, he told you he was gonna take him over to central booking.

Detective, this desk is run by the uniformed force, not by the Bureau.

And I didn't make the wrong bust.

- Evidently, Detective Savino did though. - JERRY: Woah, woah, woah.

Andy, why don't we wait back in the squad room?

No, wait... So, you get my kid a NYSIIS

'cause you wanna bust this guy's balls, huh?

- Is that what you're telling me? - Detective, take it easy.

- JERRY: Andy, come on. Andy. - NICK: Take it easy, Detective.

JERRY: Can we wait back in the squad room?

When do they get back, huh? When is he getting back?

On the next run, and that's the last answer you're gonna get from me

- until you change that tone. - I want my son back.

- Sergeant. Andy, Andy. - I want my son back.

ANDY: I'm busting my ass here,

- you guys are dickin' around. - I'm telling ya. Come on. Look, look...

- I gotta do all my work for you guys? - JERRY: Did Savino get to state troopers?

MALE VOICE: Is everything satisfactory, madam?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- ROBIN: Hi. - Hey.

ROBIN: They can take us right away if we sit there.

Yeah, if you don't mind. I got to, uh, get back and do an interrogation.

- Oh, no problem. Yeah. - All right?

So, you all packed?

Shorts, T-shirts and a bathing suit.

(EXCLAIMS) Sounds good. Sounds good.

We were digging in a garbage dump all morning.

- BARTENDER: What can I get you? - Hmm, uh, white wine, please.

Yeah, and club soda, and if we could see a menu, that'd be great.

BARTENDER: Sure.

You know, uh...

as soon as, um, Jimmy passed, I...

started thinking, I gotta figure out the rest of my life.

JOHN: Yeah.

Yeah, well, you took care of him for a lot of years, Robin.

I don't wanna sound like an idiot 'cause, uh,

I'm very grateful that Jimmy left me comfortable.

- Mm-hmm. - And if I...

- had to make all those decisions now... - Hmm.

ROBIN: ...Do I keep the apartment?

- (EXHALES DEEPLY) Nah. - Dealing with his lawyer.

No rush. No rush.

I don't know if I'm ever gonna be any good at that stuff, Johnny.

I don't know if I ever wanna be. (CHUCKLES)

Mm-hmm.

Anyhow, the... the best plan I could come up with right now

was to sit on a beach and sip drinks with little umbrellas in them.

- BARTENDER: Here you go. - (JOHN CHUCKLES)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (WOMAN CHUCKLES)

To Jimmy.

I'm really glad you were Jimmy's friend, Johnny.

Me, too.

And I am really glad you're my friend, too.

Can I talk to you about something?

- ROBIN: Sure. - Yeah, okay.

Seymour Gold came by to see me today, and he had a letter.

- ROBIN: From Jimmy? - Yeah. And in the letter...

(CLEARS THROAT) ...Jimmy talked about me looking out for you.

It was a formal request.

A formal request, huh?

Well, I mean, he indicated generally that he was gonna provide for you and...

Is... is this the big bonus now that he left me some money?

I'll need a full-time bodyguard?

Maybe I, uh, maybe I don't want a bodyguard, Johnny.

Then you don't have to have one.

I just needed to talk to you about it, and honor his request.

But it's gotta be something you're comfortable with.

I suppose he'd be paying you for this looking out for me?

Yeah, and I need to talk to you about that too.

Jimmy Wexler, still arranging everyone's lives even from beyond the grave.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Is that your interrogation?

Yeah, it is. But you know what? I wanna talk to you about this.

You know what, Johnny? Let's not.

Let's talk about it some other time, okay?

- Hey, how about when you get back? - Yeah.

(SIGHS)

Robin, the last thing I wanted to do was upset you tonight.

Or the last thing Jimmy would have wanted. Right, Johnny?

(SIGHS) Isn't that him, pulling the marionette strings

from up above a building somewhere?

- You want me to get you a cab? - ROBIN: My driver's outside.

How stupid does that sound?

Let me, uh, let me pay for these, all right?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Here you go.

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- And those if you get a little hungry. - (CHUCKLES) Thank you.

Our chef around here is a vending machine.

Okay, I need to dispense with the formality and read you your rights.

- Why? - JOHN: You have the...

ROBERTA: I thought you just asked me here

- to answer some questions. - ...right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one,

- one will be appointed to you. - (CHUCKLES)

Anything you say can, and will be used in a court of law.

So, do you understand what I've just said to you?

Yes, I do, but I... I don't know why.

- Why... - Let me ask you a question.

Can you think of any reason that Serge Deschanel

would be hostile towards you? Have any kind of resentment for you?

No.

- Why are you asking me that? - JOHN: Any reason

he might lie in regards to you?

Wh... what's going on here?

JOHN: I'll... I'll be candid with you, Mrs. Taub.

Uh, I can't compromise the nature of conversations that have been had,

but this would be an excellent time

for you to tell the entire truth of what transpired for your husband.

- If you did not do this... - Is Serge saying I did this? I...

Let me finish.

If you did not do this, and you acted in another capacity,

this is your opportunity to tell me what happened.

And I can tell you that it's not gonna last much longer.

So, without disclosing the nature of these other conversations,

my advice to you is to step up to the plate now.

So, he is accusing me.

- He's saying this was my idea. - JOHN: Tell me the truth

from your point of view.

Truth is, I had nothing to do with my husband's death.

Who's responsible for your husband's death?

The same person who's lying about my involvement right now.

So, you're saying Serge killed your husband.

(SIREN BLARING)

(SIGHS)

He kept saying,

"If Maurice weren't around, everything would be perfect."

He was going to take care of everything.

He was going to make our lives perfect.

"He." Mrs. Taub, who are we talking about?

ROBERTA: You know who we're talking about.

Serge.

And we'd had dinner,

and Maurice was sleeping in his bedroom, and Serge went in and choked him.

It was very quick. It seemed like seconds.

And then he carried Maurice out like he was carrying a baby.

You had no idea this was gonna happen?

There was no plan. Not that I know of.

Oh, he said that Maurice should have an extra glass of wine.

He said, make sure that I saw that Maurice drank a third glass.

Is he calling that participation?

This was never discussed.

Is he saying I planned this?

JOHN: Did you plan to do away with your husband, Mrs. Taub?

No, I did not.

You just made sure he had another glass of wine to soften him up. Right?

ROBERTA: You have to understand.

Serge treated me like a woman.

I was in love with him.

I understand.

(SIREN BLARING)

(DOOR OPENING)

I've had enough being detained. Either you release me,

or I demand legal representation.

Well, option number one is definitely out then, Serge.

So, I better get you a lawyer in here.

- For what reason? - Roberta just gave you up.

She just described to me how you strangled Maurice in the bedroom.

So, you got your own guy, or you want the public defender in here?

Did she tell you whose idea it was to begin with?

Did the Jew bitch tell you that?

- Whose idea was it? - Hers!

Getting him drunk, lying about the walk.

Do I get to give a statement, too?

Yeah. You get a give a statement.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

SYLVIA: Okay.

Well, the hiccup on the plea agreement for this perp is

the armed robbery was pulled in a subway.

- It's a Transit PD case. - I told that guy I'd get 'em put together.

- Andy, calm down. - (SIGHS)

Now, the case on the drug sale is joint Narcotics Task Force.

I just gotta get clearance from Savino's boss for the fold-in.

- My boss is okay with it. - OFFICER: This way.

It's gonna work out.

- Thanks. - Glad I could help.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

- How you doing? - What's going on?

You're gonna get released.

I'm the officer who lodged the warrant, and I apologize.

Uh, I made a wrong ID.

ANDY: We're trying to retrieve your prints

so you don't get a criminal record.

MALE VOICE: (CLEARS THROAT) Savino.

- Can you do that? - NICK: Yeah?

- MALE VOICE: Phone. - We're trying to

- reach out to somebody in Albany. - NICK: Thanks.

- Savino. - ANDY: Look, uh,

I don't know what your plans are for the future or whatever.

But if you get a NYSIIS number, it screws up applications and so forth,

- security clearances. - NICK: Sipowicz.

ANDY: Hmm?

You're okay.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I can drive you out to Jersey.

You... you can just, uh, drop me at the port authority.

That... that'd be okay.

(SIREN BLARES)

(SNIFFS) I... I really appreciate what you did for me.

That must've taken a lot of doin'.

- We found the right guy. - Really?

Yeah, really. What the hell does that mean, Andy?

I... I didn't know if you had 'em dump the charges 'cause you're a cop.

Maybe you don't believe this, but I wouldn't have done that.

And they never would have gone for it if I'd have tried.

I thought you had 'em smudge the fingerprints or somethin'.

'Cause you were innocent, and you shouldn't have to suffer

'cause some asshole desk sergeant was looking to squeeze

some, uh, some detective's shoes.

You've been caught in the middle enough.

(SIGHS) This is where we are now.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Bad enough that I was the kind of father I was.

I'm not gonna sit here and piss and moan about it, but...

I was glad enough to get the chance to maybe help you.

And I'd like to be a better father, or a friend,

or whatever the hell you need.

Let me take you to Jersey.

Yeah, okay.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

Got a 50-50 chance of meeting Alan Dershowitz

- before this is all over, John. - JOHN: Yeah, I know.

(SIGHS)

Hey, hey, who sliced the provolone?

- JAMES: Get him out of here. - OFFICER: Come on, let's go.

Yes, I expect the aroma will be with us for several more days,

despite we're gonna, uh, dispose of our overalls.

Not to mention the... the itching, even with the cortisone cream.

We found the body, John.

Oh, yeah, I thought that Lieutenant said you guys were wrapping that up.

Medavoy took a guess it might be in section seven-six instead of six-seven.

- Huh. - We went over to the other section.

Yeah, yeah, we extended our little visit.

Because why would anyone have given us, uh,

the correct information on the location of the body?

You know, when this way, we... we could extend our exposure

to the stink and the bird doo?

Yeah, that's a good point. (CLEARS THROAT)

(SIRENS BLARING)

I smell, don't I, John?

No, Greg. I was... I was reaching for a pencil.

- GREG: Oh, yeah? Here you go. - Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Give me... Yeah. Hey, thanks.

- GREG: Odds or evens for the shower. - No, go ahead. I'll...

- I'll put a warrant out on Ricky Testa. - GREG: Yeah.

God bless you for being an optimist, James.

- JOHN: Hmm. - I hope there's a sector car

- in the Dominican Republic. - (EXHALES DEEPLY) Somebody puke in here?

Yeah, it's called Eau de Garbage Dump.

- (CHUCKLES) - GREG: You like it?

My overalls are drenched in it.

I'm sorry you guys had to pull that detail.

- I didn't hold up my end. - (EXCLAIMS) No problem, Andy.

It's just, my... my doctor told me I... I should vent more.

I'll get some air freshener.

- (COUGHS) - JOHN: Hey, how you doing?

Yeah. They say they, uh, they say you found

that Maurice Taub over at the dump.

Oh, yeah, they're gonna charge the wife and the concierge.

(SIGHS)

It work out okay with Andy J?

Uh, it was a wrong pop.

- JOHN: How's he doing? - He's okay.

Actually, we had a... a good talk.

I drove him all the way to Jersey.

- (CHUCKLES) - Yeah.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- JOHN: Hey. - Hi.

- Aren't you gonna miss your flight? - ROBIN: I got a minute.

Johnny, I, uh, I feel terrible about before.

Oh, Robin, forget about that.

Oh, the thing is, Johnny, I was kinda thinking of you as...

I don't have that many friends that I made since I've been grown up.

You know, I was with Jimmy since I was 18 and I...

I didn't know that many people more or less my own age, and...

I was thinking of you as my friend.

I am your friend.

I know.

And I think I reacted like that 'cause, uh,

that letter from Jimmy kinda complicated things.

- JOHN: Yeah. - I mean, I... I know it's not your fault.

And it's probably a good idea that I have someone in my corner,

like Jimmy talked about.

And it's right that you should get paid for that.

Yeah, and I've been thinking about that.

Uh, 'cause I absolutely wanna be your friend,

and I don't want anything to louse that up.

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT) ...someday I wanna have kids.

And, uh, I don't know, maybe... maybe this lawyer can, you know,

draw up some kind of a trust for them.

For their education.

You know, the future. And, uh, I... I don't know how you feel about that.

I think it's great.

- Yeah? - ROBIN: Yeah.

Yeah. I'm... I'm really glad I stopped by.

Yeah, well, I'm really glad I live in Queens, you know.

I'm... I'm airport convenient. (CHUCKLES)

All right. Have a good time, all right?

- ROBIN: Yeah. See you when I get back? - Yeah.

You have fun.

- I'll see you when I get back. Okay. - Yeah, you bet.

Get some rest.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

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