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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, ever since old lady Chen's gone, that place has gone downhill.

BOBBY: Yeah.

Look at this. Look, hey, here, another button's missing.

Andy, with that pattern,

I don't think anybody's going to notice a missing button.

- (CAR HORN HONKING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Who made you the fashion police?

Okay.

Come on, I got to get back. They're bringing Putnam in for a lineup.

- (TIRES SCREECH) - Andy, watch it.

- Hey! Damn it! - ANDY: Oh, man!

- (CAR HORN HONKS) - BOBBY: You all right?

ANDY: Yeah, let's see if this guy's head's in working order.

Hey!

MALE VOICE: This is all my fault. I... I... I was distracted,

I was thinking of my problems, I... I failed to see the one-way sign.

You must have some kind of problem, huh?

I, um... I am from Romania. Illiescu. Uh, Illiescu.

What is that, Illiescu? That's your last name?

You can say that, yes. Vartan Illiescu.

Uh, it doesn't seem to be too bad. Your lens is broken.

Oh, please, I have 80 dollars I can give to help fix the car.

- We don't want your money. - (POUNDING ON TRUNK)

You got something in the trunk here?

Uh, private. Hunting dogs. Vicious hunting dogs.

Hey, New York City detectives, you understand that?

- Open that trunk. - (BANGS) Stop that!

- You see, no problem. - Open the trunk!

BOBBY: Hey, get your ass over here! Get over here!

- Let me go! I have the right, please! - Give me the keys!

- You cannot. I have the righ... - BOBBY: Give me those freakin' keys.

Please! I have the right! You have no right! That is private!

- FEMALE VOICE: Oh! - ANDY: Okay, ma'am. We're police.

- Don't be afraid. - BOBBY: Gimme the other hand!

I'm not afraid, you wacko man, I spit on you!

- All right. Are you all right? - (GASPS) I... I am Mrs. Lee.

I was afraid, but now I'm... I'm angry.

- No good wacko! - What happened?

Who knows what he's trying to do?

- He... He grabs me, puts me in trunk. - Yeah.

- I'm walking down the street. Oh! - BOBBY: Come on.

Some city here! Oh, boy, some place this is!

In the backseat there is a briefcase, very nice, real leather.

I would not handle that too roughly!

(CAR HORN HONKING)

BOBBY: Andy.

- Want to call the bomb squad? - No.

BOBBY: Get in there. Don't wrinkle those shirts!

Call the bomb squad.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Can we talk? - (GROANS)

Gregory, we agreed not to fight at work.

I cannot believe that one minor error in judgment could...

Could... Could prove fatal to our relationship.

I got to get to my desk.

- Does it hurt you to talk to me? - It hurts that you don't trust me.

- I made a mistake. - Look! I need some time.

Would you back off and give me that?

GREG: All right. All right.

There's no need to get all vehement at me.

ANDY: Mrs. Lee, you want to come with me?

I never saw him before. I was just walking.

Yeah. Where were you going, Mrs. Lee?

I was coming from bank, going to my sister's.

Only block away.

Yeah. Did, uh... Did you see him following you?

No. He was leaning on a car. When I go to walk past, he grabs me.

I tell him, "Take money, leave me alone."

- Did he say anything? - He accuse me.

He say I follow him.

I do not understand him so well.

He speak foreign and puts me right in trunk.

Um, after he picked you up at union square, um...

about how long did you drive around?

- Two hours. Maybe more. - Did he stop the car at any point?

Once he stopped and waited.

Then he drove again, stop again.

Um, I could hear airplanes.

Then he drives again until he hit your car.

And he... He never interfered with you?

He puts me in the trunk!

But, uh, he did... Didn't touch you sexually.

Um, no. But who knows? Maybe later.

I think he is wacko. Do you think so?

Well, yeah, I think there's a good chance that he is.

You understand that, uh, this man is not gonna get out of here.

- You have nothing more to fear from him. - Oh, I am not afraid of him.

He's scumbag. Wacko.

That's... That's the spirit, Mrs. Lee.

Now, if you should remember anything, you just call me. All right?

Anytime, night or day.

- Here's my number, okay? - Yes, I will call.

Okay.

GEORGE: Hey, listen. They got me in segregation out there.

One hour of exercise every three days.

- Anything you can do about that? - Nope.

You must be a big celebrity around here.

- You'd be the one I confessed to. - BOBBY: The biggest, George.

Hey, get this. After I write the book,

they want me to record it for books on tape.

My voice, chilling, huh?

You're the one that's going to be a celebrity, George.

- GEORGE: We both are. - Put him in the cage, I'll be right back.

JAMES: Yeah, okay.

Looks like before Putnam graduated to serial killer,

he pulled a few stickup homicides.

- What are we looking at? - Two open homicides from seven years ago.

Witnesses spotted him on TV, called in, said he was the guy.

His lawyer won't let him talk, so we gotta go with lineup ID's.

- They got the witnesses in? - Yeah, we're ready to go.

Detective, uh, Sergeant Agostini just called up.

Arnold Rudman is downstairs, says he wants to talk to you.

- Thanks, Donna. - Last victim's father.

- Excuse me. - Yeah. See ya.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Mr. Rudman. - Hello, Detective.

What can we do for you?

Well, I'm establishing a foundation.

The Alexandra Rudman Foundation, to offer aid and assistance

to families who've lost a family member to violent crime.

That's good, sir.

I'd like members of the police to be involved in it.

Actually, you're the first person I thought of.

This explains the goals and objectives.

Well, uh... I'll tell you, Mr. Rudman,

I'm not really sure what department policy would be on something like this.

Well, if you'd just read it.

Tell me, what's your opinion of the trial?

I'm pretty sure the confession will hold.

I wish I could share your optimism.

Look, I'll check policy on this after the trial and get back to you. Okay?

One more thing.

I heard Putnam is being brought in for a lineup.

- (SIGHS) Where'd you hear that? - I have my sources.

I wanna see him, Detective.

I want another look at the bastard who killed Alex.

I think I'm entitled to that.

(LOCK CLATTERING)

- Pick a number. - Three.

JAMES: Everybody sit.

(MAN COUGHING)

He had that smirk at the arraignment. He enjoys this.

Detective Lesniak will show you out.

- Thanks, Adrienne. - ADRIENNE: You're welcome.

(BOBBY CLEARS THROAT)

This is Mr. Belgrade.

- BOBBY: Sir. - Hi.

There's a one-way mirror, behind the shade here.

You can see in, but they cannot see out.

When I raise the shade,

I want you to tell me the number of anyone you recognize.

- You ready? - (SIGHS) Yeah.

(KNOCKS)

Number three.

BOBBY: Where do you recognize him from, sir?

He's the man who shot my girlfriend.

BOBBY: Thanks.

- (FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) - (DOOR CLOSES)

Uh, h... Hi, Dana.

Yeah. I... I... Yeah, it's Greg Medavoy.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES) Uh, I... I'm okay.

Uh, listen, Dana, I... I'd like to, uh...

Uh, talk to you about... Uh, no, no, not on the phone.

Um, yeah, I... I'd... I'd, uh, like to get your take on...

On a couple of things going on between, uh... Between me and Donna.

- Greg. - Hold it.

You got a minute? We're putting him back in the car.

Yeah, okay. I'll be right there.

Okay, yeah.

All right, I... I'll see you in a little while. Thanks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BOBBY: I'll catch up with you guys.

GREG: Okay.

- Mr. Rudman, you had your look. - Yes. Thank you.

- (GUNSHOT) - Get him down! Down!

- MALE VOICE 1: Get the door! - MALE VOICE 2: Inside!

Sarge, we got a man shot!

- 15th Base to Central. - Am I gonna be all right?

DESK SERGEANT: Shots fired. Man shot.

We need emergency services and a bus, forthwith.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Inspector, this is Sergeant Agostino. - What happened?

15th Precinct. We need the task force down here.

This just went down. Putnam got shot, right outside.

Be careful. Shots came from across the street.

- ARTHUR: You called EMS? - DESK SERGEANT: They're on the way.

- (BELL RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- BOBBY: Sergeant, take care of this? - DESK SERGEANT: Sure, Detective.

At least now we won't have to watch that animal smirking

while some ACLU lawyer babbles about him

not being responsible for his actions.

What do you know about this, Mr. Rudman?

Nothing.

But I'd like to pin a medal on whomever is responsible.

Why did you hang around here after you saw Putman?

That son of a bitch murdered my daughter, I needed a little recovery time.

Look, Detective, it's a public building. I had a valid reason for being here.

And as for my timing, I guess I'd call it fortuitous.

I may want to talk to you some more about this.

You know where to find me.

You know what will be coming from the press, don't you?

Why did we bring him here instead of running the lineup at Rikers?

Witnesses get intimidated up there. Sometimes they're afraid to make an ID.

Oh. I'll let you explain that, huh?

(SIREN BLARING)

All right.

First they come with guns.

Next they will come with bombs to annihilate fascist stronghold.

You ever have any mental health problems, Illiescu?

ILLIESCU: No.

See, I'm trying to figure out if you're crazy.

You sure you don't hear voices in your pillow?

Maybe see little helicopters in the room with us, anything like that?

You don't have to insult me. I am a man. Treat me like a man, not like dog.

Why did you have that woman in your trunk?

You see a poor man on the street, in winter, starving and no place to sleep.

You do nothing. He dies. Is that crime?

In America, that is no crime!

How about you, get off the soap box and tell me what do you do for a living?

I'm a busboy, I pick up the dirty plates of the rich pigs that you work for.

I work for the city of New York, asshole. Now, why did you take that woman?

(CHUCKLES) Yes, please. Call me asshole.

If I were rich, I would not even be here and you, you would call me sir!

Hey! You had explosives in your car.

You had a woman in the trunk.

Now, you are in looking at a lot of jail if we don't stick to the topic here!

Explosives? Just fireworks. Romanians celebrate with fireworks.

The independence of our country from the Ottoman Empire.

The coronation of King Carol I, many holidays.

I safely celebrate Romanian holiday, but not the king.

How come you had handcuffs on the handle of your briefcase, Illiescu?

I handcuff device to my wrist during transport to avoid theft.

Mm-hmm. You know what I think? I think you're full of crap.

- Sipowicz. Is that right, Sipowicz? - Right.

I think you don't think. I think you are Polack.

That's right, I'm a Polack.

At times I've been deeply wounded by unthinking remarks.

But somehow, I find the strength to go on.

Now, how about you telling me about the woman in your trunk?

Sure. Why not? I meet her on the street. We are talking.

It becomes clear to me that she has thoughts of self-destruction.

You're saying she was gonna kill herself?

Yes, she was despondent over the degradation of the masses.

You ever met this woman before?

No, but we have shared in being oppressed, as newcomers to this country.

So, I put her in trunk to take her to hospital.

You see, I can't take chance that she gets the despair,

and leaps out of car into traffic. That would be horrible.

So I am en route to care facility. When, boom, I encounter you.

That's a great explanation, Illiescu. You're a real human benefactor.

Yes, more people should be like me. So, I can go now, yes?

Shots came from the roof across the street.

It's accessible by four different buildings.

The murder weapon is an H & K 91, Pentax scope.

- It's a very expensive piece right there. - Any prints?

Wiped clean, not even a partial.

Look, you see this gun, this has been around, man,

but that scope right there, that's brand-new.

So I got the manufacturer working off the serial number,

see if they can trace it down to a retailer.

- What about the canvass? - Nothing. So far.

Uh, one of the residents up on the roof, smoking a joint about two hours before

says nobody was up there, he didn't see anything.

Medavoy and Martinez, they're checking with all the adjacent buildings.

They're checking with MTA, all the cab companies.

The good news is there's only about

800 people who'd like to see this scumbag dead.

You got anything I can tell Aiello?

(SIGHS) Lieu, I... I don't know if this is something to tell Aiello,

but when we first picked up Putnam, this Arnold Rudman,

he throws out this big number for me to whack him.

I figure the guy's upset, so I let it pass.

And he was here when Putnam got hit.

He setup a victim's assistance foundation.

You know, gives him a reason to talk to all the other victim's families.

I got Mrs. Wilson out there right now.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Yeah.

Illiescu claims he put the woman in the trunk to prevent her from killing herself.

- Massive act of compassion. - (SCOFFS)

Yeah, I talked to the D.A., um, the warrant's approved on his apartment.

- I'm on my way. Coming? - Yeah.

ARTHUR: Have the bomb squad meet you there.

Yeah.

- Hey. - Hey.

I heard you were right next to Putnam when he got shot.

Yeah, me and Greg were gonna transport him back to Rikers.

- I'm glad the perp was a good shot. - I'm glad you're glad.

- James. You got anything on that scope? - Yeah.

Yeah. Let me see my notes.

Uh, shipped to the R & S Sportsman's Shop in Yonkers.

And, uh, the manager's checking the sales record

to find out when it was sold.

I'm gonna go up there, see if I can get a description on the buyer.

- Good deal. All right. - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Here you go. - Thank you.

So you were telling me about the, uh, meetings,

the ones that Arnold Rudman organized for the victim's families.

He's been very helpful, supportive.

I think those meetings have done us all a lot of good.

- What happens at the meetings? - We talk about our children...

our feelings, now that they're gone.

Does anyone ever, uh... Well, do you talk about retribution or revenge?

Not really.

Only once in a while.

- It's only natural. - Sure.

Who do you remember talking about that?

Mr. Rudman, Mr. Sandquist. They did most of the talking.

Mr. Sandquist was very outspoken.

His daughter was also killed by Putnam.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (DANA SIGHS) - Hi. How you doing, Dana?

DANA: How are you doing?

Must have been so frightening today, that guy getting shot.

Uh, yeah, to tell you the truth, Dana, I... I haven't even thought about that.

I got these other things on my mind.

Take off your coat, I'll get you a glass of wine.

Yeah, you know, I'm helping Andy to search an apartment, but a...

A glass of water would be great. Yeah.

So, uh, I... I guess you haven't talked to Donna.

- You guys aren't getting along? - What did she say?

Oh, nothing, but you called me.

I mean, you never call me, so I figured you guys had a fight.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES) She's very upset.

- Oh, boy - (CHUCKLES)

She, uh... She went out with this other guy.

Oh. Let me guess...

dentures, stitch line over the eye, and hemorrhoids from sitting on the bench.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

I mean, she says he's just an old friend, but I got very angry.

I... I guess I overreacted.

So she's made you feel it's your fault she's seeing another guy.

You know about her and hockey players.

No, no. I... I... I believe that... That, you know, there was nothing to it.

But... (SIGHS) ...I can't seem to talk to her now.

Uh...

- You know, if... If you could talk to her. - (CHUCKLES) She'd never listen to me.

She knows how I feel.

- H... H... How you feel? - I'll level, Gregory.

I'm very attracted to you. Donna knows that.

- Oh. - (CHUCKLES)

I know you don't even notice me, but...

that's how I feel.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

GREG: I'm sorry.

Look, th... This isn't your fault.

- I... I just shouldn't be here. - Don't apologize.

I hate it when men apologize.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- What do you think? - ANDY: Yeah. Ha ha.

Who's that supposed to be? Is that Donald Trump over there?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

- (SIREN BLARING) - Bomb squad's here.

Yeah. Looks like a heavy reader, huh?

Couple of cookbooks for bombs, copies of the Mercenary Monthly.

Here. Centerfold for this month.

Croat with the top of his skull blown off. See that little green-butted fly there?

That's a real nice touch, right?

- How can people look at that stuff, huh? - I don't know (SIGHS)

Hey, Andy, here's... Here's a, uh...

book with a list of... Of, uh, really wealthy people.

Names, addresses, and... And... And travel routes.

Greg, help me move this bed out.

Here. (GRUNTS)

Oh, wow.

Half the Romanian national armory's in here.

(ANDY EXHALES)

Hey, guys, step on it. Come on.

- BOMB SQUAD: What did you find? - ANDY: Explosives in his wall.

BOMB SQUAD: Okay, this is our ball game from now on, guys.

All right, well, go ahead. Take over, guys.

- Come on, Medavoy, you and I... - Hear any ticking?

- ...let's go evacuate the... - Is there any ticking coming...

- Because normally you hear that. - Medavoy, come on, let's go.

GREG: Right? Right, Andy?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Mr. Sandquist, I'm Detective Simone. Thanks for coming in.

As I'm sure you know, George Putnam was shot and killed this morning.

Yeah, I heard.

He was shot right outside of the station house here.

The shooter got away clean.

Good.

Yeah. Well, no one's really broken up about it,

but you know the boss says that we have to ascertain the whereabouts

of anyone who might have wanted him killed.

I told him that was about half the population.

Anyway, I, uh...

- I don't mean any disrespect. - That's okay.

- You're just doing your job. - Mm-hmm.

- Can you account for your whereabouts? - I was at my place.

Anyone there with you? Your wife?

No, she was at her dialysis clinic. She still is.

Give her a nine o'clock appointment, she's lucky if she's in the chair by 1:00.

Tell you what, why don't you write down the name of the clinic for me?

That way we don't have to bother her.

So you were on your own, huh? At nine o'clock, I was watching TV.

- Did I say it happened at 9:00? - I don't know, I heard it somewhere.

- Watching TV. - Yeah, Regis and Kathie Lee.

They had a chef on from one of those fancy restaurants,

talking about low-fat recipes...

and Dick Van Patten.

Dick Van Patten, huh?

And after that, I read the paper.

Were you in the service?

Yeah, the Infantry. Two tours. Vietnam.

Yeah, I fired expert.

Does that mean I need a lawyer?

That'll be up to you. We're just gathering information here.

Why don't you make up your mind on that? And then we'll take a lil break.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We've been out to your place, Illiescu.

So, now you know, I am ordinary man, a worker.

Are you a communist?

Discredited and corrupted ideologies do not interest me.

That's good, because if I thought

you were some kind of aggrieved, third world piss-pot,

I'd have to get the anti-terrorism task force in on this.

I am a man who woke up from the dream, the nightmare of America.

I saw the bombs you built, Mr. Illiescu.

Yes.

You're obviously a very intelligent man to be able to put all of that together.

Yet here I am, just a busboy.

There's also a list of prominent people, addresses, contact numbers, very thorough.

People who spend half a million dollars

on flowers for a marriage to a whore they divorce in one year.

Diseased swine, people who look past you when you walk on the street!

Why are they on a list?

I am cataloging atrocities of the ruling class.

If justice ever do comes to this country,

they will be held accountable for their actions.

But these are just dreams.

In actuality, I have done nothing, so it is not serious.

- You didn't harm Mrs. Lee? - I finished the bombs.

And I feel very satisfied, very good.

So I pick up woman. Later, I was going to party with her.

Party with her?

Of course, drink some wine, make a meal, screw her. Good times.

ANDY: Okay.

You're a well-spoken man, Mr. Illiescu. Can you write all this down yourself?

I'm educated. I can write it down.

After I write it down, I pay you fine and go.

I have 80 dollars with me, 200 more at home. You can come.

ANDY: Before I take any money from you,

is there anything else we should be talking about?

I get the feeling there's a little more you want to tell me.

- No. That is everything. - Make sure it is.

Otherwise, I'll kick this thing to the FBI, the CIA.

And you and I won't be talking man-to-man anymore.

(SIREN BLARING)

(PEN SCRIBBLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Anything off the canvass?

- No, Lieu, the canvass came up empty. - Anything on the weapon?

The serial number on the rifle was filed off.

James tracked the scope to a shop in Yonkers.

Rudman bought the scope, but we know he didn't do the murder.

What about the Sandquist girl's father? You like him?

Definitely, gave me a rehearsed alibi, had a lawyer's card in his pocket.

He was in the service, so he knows how to handle a rifle.

What, are you givin' him a coffee break or something?

He was about to lawyer up. I don't want to pressure him.

- I think maybe he'll talk. - ARTHUR: All right, keep me posted.

DONNA: Can I help you?

Oh, they told me downstairs, I should talk to a detective.

- Regarding? - It's about that shooting this morning.

You know, how that Webster guy was killed over here?

Detective, this man has some information on the Putnam shooting.

Come on in.

I'm Detective Simone.

- Walter Roach. - How you doing? Have a seat.

Oh, boy, now I feel like an idiot.

What information do you have, Mr. Roach?

- I... I got to tell you? - Yeah, I'd like you to.

Well, see, uh, I'm a driver for Speedway Cabs.

Uh-huh.

And, uh, our dispatcher was saying how the police were interested

in any suspicious fares we might've picked up in the vicinity this morning.

BOBBY: Mm-hmm.

And, uh, I remember this guy I picked up right after 9:00, over on Second Avenue,

how he was all sweated and worked up.

What did he look like?

- That's my mistake. - What's wrong?

- I think he's a cop. - Why?

Cause, uh, he's sitting right in that room over there.

- That's the guy you picked up? - Yeah.

Come on, come on.

- MALE VOICE: Hey, right there. - Right here?

- MALE VOICE: Yeah. - I'll give this to the Lieutenant.

- MALE VOICE: You got it. - DONNA: Okay.

- Hi. - DANA: Hi.

- Hey, you can congratulate me. - You got the job?

Looks very, very good.

Mr. Finerman, the Vice President of Acquisitions,

wants me back for a final interview.

They have to talk to the other applicants, but he said...

it's, uh... It's just a formality.

- That's great. - (CHUCKLES)

Um, actually, that's... That's not why I'm here.

Uh, I'm here about Greg.

- He called me. - Uh-huh.

Uh, he's very upset about what's happening in your relationship.

- He called you about that? - Yeah.

Well, he thought since we're sisters, I could talk to you.

You should try to be fair with this guy, whatever you're up to with Harold.

(SIGHS) I mean, I look at him, Donna, and I see devastation in his face.

When did you look at him?

He... He came by.

This isn't something that we can talk about on the phone.

You know, Dana, this has a very familiar ring to it.

(LAUGHS)

This is the thanks I get?

You're the one that's made a mess of things.

- I'm just trying to help you out. - Do me a favor, Dana. Don't help.

If that's the way you want it.

BOBBY: Yeah, well, that's good.

(CHUCKLES) All right. Well, they got you traveling around. Come on back in. Later.

James just called from a rifle range out in Garden City.

Guy there remembers Sandquist coming in to sight his rifle.

Is he bringing him in to make an ID?

Better, Lieu. They got him on the security camera tape.

I'm going to talk to him now.

- Make up your mind? - I don't know.

I think you want to talk.

I think that deep down you know

how important it is to help us find out who did this.

You think I'd help you?

You think the person who did this should be punished?

Look, Mr. Sandquist, I'd really like to get into a whole big discussion

with you about this here, but, uh... I can't talk with you

unless you decline legal counsel.

Okay.

Okay, you decline legal counsel?

Yes.

Tell me what you think.

I think whoever shot that slime is a hero.

A hero? He was in custody. He was on his way to jail.

Great system we got, isn't it?

My daughter's in the ground,

and he gets free food and medical the rest of his life.

- Call that justice? - Hey, I know what a scumbag this guy was.

I took him off the street. I got a stake in this too.

Yeah, well, getting shot is what he deserved.

Not parading himself around on TV, writing books,

getting paid for what he did?

You don't think I'd like to see the death penalty for a guy like this?

I would, but until that comes, I got to work with the laws that we got.

I promise you, 99 percent of the people in this city are glad he's dead.

You're probably right and I still have to find out who did it.

So let me tell you what I know, Mr. Sandquist.

I know what you lied about this morning.

You weren't at home watching Regis and Kathie Lee.

We have witnesses that saw you leaving the crime scene.

We have a tape of you sighting in the murder weapon at a shooting range.

I also know that there are other people that are involved with this.

Detective, I got no problem with what I did.

And if I have to pay the price, I'll pay it.

Roy, there's no reason that you should take the fall for this alone.

Listen to me, you want a confession? I confess.

I killed him. Now, go ahead and lock me up.

What did Arnold Rudman have to do with this?

Nothing.

I know that a jury's going to sympathize with you on what you did.

You're probably not gonna serve a lot of time on this,

but the rifle scope that you used was purchased by Arnold Rudman.

Now, I do not believe in coincidences, Roy.

- I think that he gave you that scope. - I bought it on the street.

I think Rudman got you the lawyer, the 1,000-dollar rifle.

And we talked with your wife's dialysis clinic.

Starting next week, she's switching to a fancy,

private hospital for her treatments.

Is Rudman paying for that too?

You want me to write my confession now?

(SCOFFS)

- (FLUSHING) - (SIGHS)

I see your perp's writing a statement.

Yeah. He put himself in on kidnapping and possession of explosives.

- So we're done with this guy? - I don't think so.

He had a list of names, addresses, schedules.

He was in the process of trying something.

You think he's got bombs out there somewhere?

This is good? Yes?

No FBI, no CIA.

I don't see anything about that briefcase or what you were doing at the airport.

- Airport? Today? - Our people saw you there, Vartan.

I did nothing at the airport. Ask who saw me.

What were you trying to do?

I'm not happy with that answer.

You cannot know what is in my mind.

(GROANS)

I may have to spread your brains around this room and look through them.

- I cannot be detained for what I plan. - Maybe so. Let's hear.

(ANDY BREATHES HEAVILY)

I am going to pretend that I trust you.

The pipe bombs, I would wire to the backs of some swollen-rat, capitalist family.

They have mercury switches so that if the people move, boom.

Also, I would hook them to timers so that if I do not return in time, boom.

And the briefcase bomb?

The briefcase, I would handcuff to wrist of head of household.

Take him to bank, he withdraws the cash.

Those are the people on the list?

From the list I chose a family who deserved to pay me.

Who are those people?

- This was only plan. - What were you doing at that airport?

Checking Supersaver to Bucharest on TAROM Romanian Airline.

You stopped somewhere before you went to the airport.

You were following somebody.

Have a vodka, Mr. Polack. Time for the sad, accordion music.

Yes, I already placed the bomb.

So, now you do as I say...

or that rich bitch, her two brats, and their fat Jamaican lackey will die.

- Yes. Now I make demands. - Where are these people, Illiescu?

You'll find body parts.

I want half a million dollars. No. You make me mad. I want a million!

And I want a jet to take me home to Rumania.

- (GROANS) - You're gonna want intensive care

if you don't tell me where to find those people!

You know how I wired those people.

The bombs are on their backs.

One move and they all die. You better get started, Polack.

You think this is a joke?

You... You think you can beat me? Securitate, they beat me, I don't talk.

- (ANDY GRUNTS) - (ILLIESCU GROANS)

Where are they? Where are those people?

You can't hurt me in this country, you evil, dickless Polack.

You got your green card yet, Illiescu, huh?

'Cause here's something they don't teach in citizenship class.

(ILLIESCU GROANS)

(ANDY BREATHES HEAVILY) Call the bomb squad.

They're ready to go. Where to?

We'll call the location in on the way. They can meet us there.

- What about Illiescu? - He's resting. He had a bad day.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

- Check in there. - GREG: All right.

ANDY: Greg.

Get him out of here.

Hey, sir, would you step outside?

Please help us. (SOBS)

ANDY: We're the police, don't be afraid.

Okay. These men are experts.

They're gonna help us all get out of here safely.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Thanks.

You come to beat me again?

I wanna be sure you knew the Loftus family is okay.

So if you were worrying about murder charges, you can stop.

I don't care if they live or if they die.

The way they think about the poor,

that is the way Illiescu think about the rich. Garbage.

- You can tell your cellmate all about it. - You think you are big hero now, yes?

Because beating me you have saved some rich people.

You only do that, you could only beat me

because I am poor, powerless immigrant in the richest country in the world.

You're wrong there. This is America.

I'd have beat you, rich or poor.

- (KEYS JANGLING) - (DOOR OPENS)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Uh, didn't... Didn't you tell me you don't have steno class tonight?

That's right.

(SIGHS) Um, well, maybe we could go go out to dinner, you know,

someplace nice where we could talk.

Why don't you try Dana? She told me about your visit.

God. I... I... I just wanted to talk to her about us.

And you don't think that offends me, Gregory?

I know it's all my fault.

I... I'm just trying to find a way to turn things around.

Let me go, Gregory.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - (CAR HORN HONKING)

- You heading out? - ADRIENNE: Yeah.

- You, uh, live out in Brooklyn, right? - Park Slope.

I heard about this restaurant over there, Peter Luger's?

Great steaks.

I was thinkin' maybe we could go over there?

That's a long way for lunch.

I mean dinner, like tonight, unless you got something going.

James, I don't think that's a good idea.

Sort of have a rule about not getting involved with anyone on the job.

Cause of Jimmy Abruzzo?

I just don't think it works to socialize with someone on the job.

- All right. Well, then I quit. - Don't quit.

You mean, uh, even if I quit, it wouldn't work?

No.

- I'll see you in the morning? - I'll see you tomorrow.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- What are you doing here, Mr. Rudman? - We're here to see Mr. Sandquist.

Who's this?

Charles Emery, staff counsel for The Alexandra Rudman Foundation.

In which capacity he's representing Mr. Sandquist.

Mr. Sandquist has declined legal counsel.

Has he confessed?

He's writing up his statement now,

but I have some questions that I'd like you to answer for me.

- He has nothing to say you, Detective. - This guy's representing you, Mr. Rudman?

I have no need for an attorney.

Then you won't mind talking to me.

Of course not.

- Arnold... - It's all right, Charles.

- I have nothing to hide. - Right in here.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

You bought a rifle scope at the R & S Sportsman's Shop in Yonkers last month.

Yes.

I purchased it as a... birthday gift for my brother.

He's an avid deer hunter.

- Have you recovered it? - Recovered it?

It was stolen from my townhouse,

along with several other articles a few weeks ago.

I filed a stolen property report in the 18th Precinct.

A Sergeant Conroy, I believe.

I got to give it to you, Mr. Rudman.

I don't know what you mean.

You decide Putnam should be executed. You buy yourself a little justice.

That's what I mean.

If you think you can browbeat me

into a half-assed guilty confession, Detective...

- you are sadly mistaken. - No. I don't kid myself, Mr. Rudman.

I got all the confession I'm gonna get on this from Sandquist.

Then we have nothing left to discuss.

Except what if he changes his mind?

Then what? What if he stops being angry

long enough to realize that he got screwed twice?

First by Putnam and then by you.

And what if he decides

that whatever you paid him wasn't high enough?

The man's a time bomb.

He could blow up right in your face. You prepared to live with that?

You can't imagine what I live with, Detective.

Maybe you're thinking you got away with murder once you can do it again.

- You're crazy. - You're the crazy one, Mr. Rudman.

You had one man killed. You sent another man away to prison for it.

And what have you gained?

Your daughter's still dead.

You're still alone and if you haven't figured it out

that vengeance never gets you even, you will.

As far as I'm concerned...

whoever it was that killed that filthy bastard, he's...

- He's a hero. - You're no hero, Mr. Rudman.

No. How it goes is you lost your daughter,

you lost your dignity, and now you've lost your humanity.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)