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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

DOA looks like a homicide. Her car was locked up.

We used a slim-jim to get EMS in there.

(SIRENS WAILING)

BOBBY: She was strangled.

She's got bite marks on both her hands here, man.

Her shoes are on the passenger side. What the hell is that about?

Her clothes... not messed up. It doesn't look like it was a rape.

We got lots of cash here, no car keys.

Here.

"Neera Muck... Muckup."

You know, you'd think when these people migrate,

they'd take pronounceable names.

- Like Sipowicz? - Okay, wiseass. Go ahead, say that name.

"Mokapade... Mokoopadearye..." I don't know, man.

Forget robbery. Look at this rock she's wearing over here, man.

You didn't see no car keys around here?

- No. Like I said, we used a slim-jim. - Yeah.

Wouldn't be a carjacking gone bad, huh?

We're never gonna know what the hell this is about.

You know, I wish I could get off this case.

Look at the red dot on her forehead. Now what is that for, huh?

You just tell me. What the hell is that?

What is the difference between that and people wearing earrings?

You know what this is about?

You wanna know what this is gonna be about?

- What? - These people worship cows.

They let 'em live in the house.

They'd starve to death before they'd eat 'em, okay?

Andy, what does that have to do with this DOA?

Because 200 years ago,

some bride wasn't a virgin, and that cursed the whole family line,

and now the moon is in Jupiter's asshole,

and some great, great, great, great, grandson had to wreak vengeance.

And that's what this is gonna be about.

So, now we got a theory to go on.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

ARTHUR: Good morning

- Morning. - (PANTS) Goodness.

Can I help you with something? Who do you want to see?

I'm Evelyn Sekzer. I was sent by the borough.

Oh, the temp for Miss Abandando.

I wouldn't know about that. They said three to five days.

Our regular PA's taking a computer course.

We were actually expecting someone last week.

(SIGHS) I had a couple of setbacks.

- Yeah. I'm Arthur Fancy, squad lieutenant. - Oh, hey.

- How you doing? - Hi. Are these the phone lines

- I have to answer? - Yeah. A number of our detectives

are out on cases, but you'll meet 'em as the shift goes on.

But... but you want me to take their messages prior to that, right?

Well, yeah. Just write the names on these message slips.

- I'm to wear slippers indoors. - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Detective Squad. - 15th Squad.

Yeah, he's standing right here.

Yeah, Lieutenant Fancy.

- Morning. - Morning.

- Excuse me. Is that the, uh, coffee room? - Yeah. Uh-huh.

I was just gonna go get some. Can I bring you some back?

Oh, thanks. Yeah. Cremora, two Sweet'N Low.

- I'm Detective Russell. - Evelyn Sekzer,

civilian aide from the borough.

We got an investigate DOA. You and Adrienne wanna take it?

- Sure. - ARTHUR: Okay.

Uh... don't worry about the coffee if you have to go.

No. I just have to go get the other detective for our assignment,

then I'll bring it back to you on my way out, all right?

Thanks. All right.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

I guess these are gonna be going all day, huh?

- Yes? - I'm Detective Simone.

- This is Detective Sipowicz. Is Mr... - No one is home.

- What's your name? - Jatin. I'm the houseboy.

You go out anyplace today? Anybody come in here to visit?

- No. - What about the woman of the house?

- Where did she go? - Mrs. Mukhopadhyay.

She went to the restaurant.

- What restaurant is that? - The House of Rajesh,

Mr. Mukhopadhyay's restaurant.

- She left over an hour ago. - Where is that at?

- Sixth Street. - She drive?

- Yes, sir. - She go alone?

- Yes. - All right. We'll go to the restaurant.

- Uh, what's your last name? - Why don't you quit while you're ahead?

- Bhat. - B-A-T?

B-H-A-T. The cat got out.

- They're going to be angry with me. - (SIRENS WAILING)

B-H-A-T. Bhat.

Cat. C-H-A-T.

I tell you, I wish they maintained the streets a little better.

You know, you could say that about the whole infrastructure,

- James, nationwide. - Yeah.

So, how'd it go with that Anita last night?

Oh, good. We had a good time.

- Only thing is, she's on me how I eat. - Ah!

Hospital dietitian. You'd figure her being big on that.

On the other hand, you know, the circumstances on how we met,

she's concerned how my scar's healing.

Yeah? Well, that should be a natural icebreaker, huh?

DISPATCHER OVER RADIO: Report of a 10-30 at video store,

Third Street at Avenue C.

White male, black leather jacket. 15 Adam.

OFFICER 1 OVER RADIO: Fifteen Adam responding.

GREG: That's right around the corner.

OFFICER 2 OVER RADIO: Fifteen Charlie responding.

Fifteenth Squad also responding.

- It's time to get back on the horse, huh? - Yeah.

They got other units responding. You wanna bag it?

- Now, let's do it. Come on. - All right.

(INDISTINCT CITY CLAMOR)

- Yo! Right here! Right here! - JAMES: What happened?

Sucker tried to pull a holdup on me and he ran out.

- Did he have a gun? - Yes! I don't know! But he had his hands

in his jacket. He said give me the money and he wouldn't shoot me,

- and I wouldn't do it. - You can get yourself killed that way.

Look, I don't think he had a gun, all right?

I said, "Show me the gun. You want the money,

-"you show me the gun." The guy ran out. - Did he have a car?

- No. I didn't see one. - GREG: Can you describe him?

Yes. Tall, skinny, white guy, stringy blond hair, leather jacket.

- He was kind of repulsive actually. - GREG: Go on.

I don't believe this! I don't believe this!

- JAMES: What? - There's the guy, right there!

He's coming out of the Korean market!

- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) - GREG: Police! Hold it! Stop!

- JAMES: Freeze right there! - GREG: Hey! Stop the car!

- Police! - Freeze! Stop the car!

- Put your hands on your head! - Out of the car!

- Out of the cab. - DRIVER: What are you talking about?

What are you doing? I don't know this guy! I'm just a cabdriver, man!

- Get back in the car. Sit still. - JAMES: Got no weapons.

What are these? Credit card receipts, huh? What are you doing with 'em?

You got the right to keep silent.

- What? - Nothing.

Your badge is melting, man.

- Very good. - Your badge is melting.

- Hey, go figure. - JAMES: Funny guy, huh?

Better living through pharmacy.

- (GROANS) - Let's go.

- (DOORBELL JINGLES) - I am very sorry. We are not open yet.

- We're detectives with the 15th Squad. - Yes? What is it?

- Are you the owner, Mr... - Mukhopadhyay. Yes, I am.

- Is there some problem? - Something's happened to your wife.

Something's happened? What do you mean?

Well, she was attacked on the way over here.

- Attacked? Is she all right? - ANDY: She was very badly hurt.

Somebody strangled her. She's dead.

- You mean Neera, my wife? - I'm afraid so, sir. We're very sorry.

I find this impossible to believe. She was coming to eat with us.

Those... are our children.

I'm afraid I can't...

comprehend this without seeing my wife.

- It could be some mistake has been made. - Well, you can see her, of course.

You want some water or something? You wanna sit down?

- No. - (CHILDREN TALKING INDISTINCTIVELY)

Either of you have any problems where somebody could have done this?

- RAJESH: No. - Any enemies?

- No, sir. - No kind of animosity

back in your homeland? Somebody in India's got it in for you?

- No. I need to sit down. - BOBBY: It's fine. Why don't you do that?

RAJESH: May we continue this conversation later?

BOBBY: Sure. Why don't you come down to the station house?

RAJESH: Yes, but first I'd like to talk to my children.

- What do you got, guys? - That female DOA, Lieu,

- that's a homicide. - Indian woman.

Manual strangulation. Got bite marks on both her hands.

- Any sign of sexual assault? - No. Uh-uh.

And it wasn't a robbery. She had her money on her.

We notified the husband.

We wouldn't swear on it, but he don't feel like a candidate.

- Any idea if the wife had a lover? - BOBBY: Something the husband said.

The family was gonna eat together at the restaurant.

But she didn't want to bring in the kids with her like she usually did.

She wanted the husband to take the kids with him when he came in earlier.

- The husband say why she did that? - Said she had to run errands.

We'll talk to the kids some more, see was the mother away a lot.

- But I don't think there was a boyfriend. - What are you basing that on?

On the fact that in India,

these women throw themselves on their husband's funeral piles.

Still?

Anything off canvass?

- Yeah, we gotta go back out there. - Okay. Keep me posted.

(SIRENS WAILING)

How do we know her father didn't welsh on the dowry?

Maybe she was seen eating on one of those fast days or something.

- Oh... (GROANS) - Anybody hear a dog howling?

I don't find that especially funny.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Detective Squad.

How about that haircut, huh?

It's like Rod Steiger in one of them Roman movies.

Yeah, yeah. How do you spell that?

Anything on that investigate DOA?

Looks like an OD, Lieu. Hospital cop at Bellevue

found him against the wall off the side of the emergency room entrance.

People thought it was a homeless guy sleeping.

He might have been there for a little while.

We found his address off a welfare ID card.

Left a note for the next of kin to contact the squad.

Okay. Write it up and notify Missing Persons.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

Let's go, Marv. Get up. Come on.

Come on out. Let's go.

Sit down. Sit down. Don't wander. Sit down.

What the hell were you doing holding up two stores across

- the street from each other? - (LAUGHS) I'm just goofing.

Well, good luck with that story when you go up in front of a judge.

- What are you on, Marvin? - (COUGHS) Marv.

And what were you doing with all those credit card receipts?

- The flimsies? - That's what they call 'em?

- What were you doing with them? - You wanna know what your trouble is?

You're in a comic book. (LAUGHS)

Hey, Marv, you know, you're looking at jail time.

Now, maybe you can buy acid in there, but I bet they're lousy trips.

You got a way to help yourself, you ought to use it.

Yeah, tell us about those credit card flimsies, Marvin.

It's just a cartoon.

All right. Try and sit still awhile, Marv.

And try and get in a landing pattern. Okay?

Hey, I got a jacket for you, man.

- I don't want a jacket. - Come on, I'll give it to you cheap.

See this? I don't want your jacket. All right?

- Were you here this morning? - No, I wasn't here.

- BOBBY: You weren't here this morning? - No, I wasn't here.

- Mm-hmm. - Look, I'll give it to you cheap, man.

- Eight bucks. - BOBBY: I don't want your jacket.

Are we gonna have to bust you for this grass?

Come on, man. That's nothing but a memory.

All right then. I don't wanna hear any lies, all right?

Now, all this stuff was on the sidewalk here this morning

when the cops were here.

I didn't see you anywhere. You take a hike?

- I don't like cops. - You don't like cops, huh?

- I'm gonna have to take your ass in. - What for, man? Why?

I hate this stinking town, man! I can't do no business!

Chill out! Chill out!

(INDISTINCT CITY CLAMOR)

Somebody left a black BMW over there this morning.

- You see who it was? - Yeah. A guy parked it.

He had something inside. He was pulling it around.

- Then he took off running. - What did he look like?

A young guy. Not a big guy.

He had dark skin. He had a white shirt on, I think.

- Dark skin. How dark? A Black guy? - No, not like that.

Like a guy from India.

How old do you think he was?

- Twenties? - You never seen him before?

- No. - You ever over by those

Indian restaurants over on Sixth street?

- Some. - You ever seen him over there?

- Never saw him before. - What's your name?

- Give me your name. - Chico, man!

Now the guy's gonna come looking for me!

- Give me your name. - Art Hutado.

- You always around this area here, huh? - ART: All the time.

- All right. Here's a few bucks, Art. - ART: Thanks.

Hey, you gonna come back looking for me?

To make an ID if we collar the guy, yeah.

Well, it's gonna take more than three bucks the next time.

That's just sticking-around money.

There'll be more in it for you if we bring the guy back to ID.

- All right? - All right, mi capitán.

You bring him around, I'll ID the hell outta him!

At least we know it was an Indian guy.

Now, all's we need to figure out is which blood cult he belongs to.

Yeah. I got this note left on my door.

It says I should contact the Detective Squad here.

- What's your name? - Crawford Green.

- Uh-huh. - I'm Detective Russell.

I got this note said I should come in.

- Is something the matter? - Why don't you come with me?

Right in here. Adrienne.

This is Detective Lesniak. Why don't you have a seat?

(SIGHS) What's going on?

Are you related to Cecil Green?

I'm staying with him. That's my son.

Sorry to have to tell you this, Mr. Green. Um, your son was found dead.

- Cecil died? - From a drug overdose.

Oh. Oh!

(GROANS)

Did you know your son was using heroin?

I knew he was doing something.

- When did you see him last? - This morning before he went out.

Somebody, uh, dumped him on the sidewalk outside Bellevue.

Son of a bitch!

Dumped him?

- That son of a bitch just dumped him? - Who are we talking about?

That son of a bitch was supposed to take him in the hospital

and get him treated.

- He just left Cecil out there to die. - Who? What's the guy's name that did it?

Lionel McKinney.

Son of a bitch said he was gonna take Cecil to the hospital.

Said he was gonna take him and get him treated.

- Were you there? - Uh...

Lionel phoned me and told me what happened.

He said he was taking Cecil to the hospital.

Now, I want that son of a bitch arrested for what he done.

- That's... that's homicide. - I'm sorry, Mr. Green.

There really isn't any law that says you have

to take somebody to a hospital.

Then get him on all the fencing he do.

- This Lionel's a fence? - CRAWFORD: Sure he's a fence.

He move all kind of stolen jewelry, guns.

He'll sell a gun to anybody kids.

It don't matter to him. He moves stuff from big jobs.

Yeah. He works for Jimmy Tibaldi.

You sure about that?

That son of a bitch move all kind of stuff for Tibaldi.

He sells out of his van. Usually on 13th Street.

Yeah, right down there next to First Avenue.

All right, Mr. Green. Do you have a number where we can reach you?

Yeah. You let me know when you pick that son of a bitch up.

The reason I need your number is to let you know when

your son's body will be released. Leave that other matter to us, all right?

Lionel McKinney!

There's nothing you do to him that's gonna be bad enough to suit me.

I understand.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- The next of kin on your DOA? - Yeah.

He says his son was mixed up with a fence.

Sells guns out of his car.

He said the fence works for Jimmy Tibaldi.

- We could try to buy into this guy. - Everyone's on cases.

- I don't have any backup. - I can get backup from Anti-Crime.

Yeah. All right.

All right. You got some kind of outfit in your locker?

- Mm-hmm. I'll make it look good. - ARTHUR: Okay.

Hey, Lieu, we lost both of our stickup complaints.

That video boss's clerk didn't want her to bother with it.

And the grocer won't stand up?

Eh, the grocer don't want to give up the time.

Yeah. He's... he's writing it off as a stunt by a loony.

- Yeah, that perp is weird. - Marv. Yeah.

JAMES: He's loaded on something.

Well, work him on that credit card receipts

before you void his arrest.

- Maybe he'll give us somebody. - Okay.

Ten minutes on those guys from Anti-Crime.

For what?

We're gonna buy into a guy who's selling guns.

- Who is? - Me and Diane.

- So who's the backup from Anti-Crime? - Why? Are you writing a book?

- Stone and Simpson. - No. They're the ones who just

got transferred from Housing. They're cowboys.

We'll be all right.

- I'm... I'm gonna go with them. - Yeah, okay.

No, it's not okay. We'll handle it.

Adrienne says the guy's got guns, right? Something could happen, Diane.

And I said don't worry about it. Take care of your own case.

Lieu, the backup they have is totally lame.

Our guy hasn't come in yet for questioning so, uh...

- EVELYN: Can I help you? - Yes. My name is Mukhopadhyay.

- Good luck with me pronouncing that. - Whoa, hey.

Uh, we'll be right with you in a minute.

Uh, you know, we could go, boss. An hour don't mean nothing to this Marvin.

Look, Medavoy and Martinez will back you.

- Anybody got a problem with that? - No problem.

I'll call it off at Anti-Crime.

- Should we pick up the van? - It's at the borough.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- You all right with him? - Yeah, I'm all right.

(CLEARS THROAT) We can talk in here.

Why don't you have the kids wait here on the bench?

- She'll keep an eye on 'em. - (SPEAKING HINDI)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Bobby, get out of here. - What are you getting pissed off for?

- Are you kidding me? - Diane, we back each other up on this job.

You're not trying to back me up. You're trying to wrap me up

'cause we're sleeping together. I'm not gonna work that way.

Stop talking to me like all we got going here is sex!

Look, if you got a problem with me wanting to make sure

you got some decent backup,

then somebody's gonna have to transfer out of here.

Well, I guess we're gonna need to have that conversation.

But right now, I'm gonna go do my job. Get out of here so I can change.

- You all right? - Yes.

- I'm just waiting for that detective. - Good.

- Lieutenant, I found my backrest. - Good.

- It was way under my desk. - ARTHUR: Good.

Is that something that bald detective would do?

Detective Sipowicz? No, I wouldn't think so.

Because he has a smart mouth.

Well, I'm glad you found it.

ANDY: I'm gonna have trouble with your name.

- Mukhopadhyay. - Moko...

- Mukhopadhyay. - Mukhopadhyay.

Very good.

Don't get insulted if I mess up.

And I gotta ask you some blunt questions.

- I hope you don't take offense. - What questions?

You think your wife could've been seeing somebody else?

I do take offense. That is an insult to me and my wife!

I'm just going down the list, Mr... I'm eliminating possibilities.

So she wasn't spending a lot of time away from the house?

- Nothing like that? - Absolutely not.

Course of your business, do you have any dealings

with the criminal types?

(CLEARS THROAT) Debts with loan sharks?

- Anyone shaking you down? - Shaking me down?

Extortion.

We have no bad debts.

We're very well-funded by Mr. Padmanabhan our investor in Bombay.

You got a beautiful restaurant, beautiful waitresses too.

- I do not have another woman. - I didn't say that.

Well, I'm sure it was on your list.

So, uh, she's really after me about the diet.

- She is, huh? - Yeah.

- Food groups, fat content. - (GREG CHUCKLES)

- I never knew there was so much to it. - GREG: Yeah.

We're getting to the age where we gotta pay attention, huh?

- Yeah. - I always thought you ate

pretty healthy, James.

Yeah, well, this person's a professional, this Anita.

I mean, we... we're dating. But that's how she makes her living.

- Then I guess she'd know. - Yeah.

She's coming across the street.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DIANE: What's happening?

- Anything you want, baby. - DIANE: Yeah, anything?

Could be anything.

What's happenin', happenin'? What kind of thing you lookin' for?

DIANE: I don't know. Who says I'm lookin'?

- LIONEL: Who says I got it? - If I was looking, should I come to you?

- Be worth a try. - I got this nutcase followin' me.

Know anywhere I can get some protection?

- Something I can put in my purse? - LIONEL: Why you asking me?

'Cause Pepe told me maybe you got somethin'.

I don't know no Pepe.

A short guy, meaty-looking face?

LIONEL: Let's see what I can do for you.

I'll let you have this for a hundred.

Oh, man! How about 50?

Uh-uh. Hundred. It's a clean piece, baby.

It's good. Ain't never been used.

Yeah, all right.

You want a hundred?

- That's it. - JAMES: Let's go.

- DIANE: Yeah, yeah. Here you go. - LIONEL: All right!

- You're under arrest. Put your hands up. - (GROANS)

Police! You're under arrest!

- You little bitch! - Watch your mouth.

JAMES: Come on. Let's go. Don't move.

- ADRIENNE: You all right? - DIANE: Yeah.

GREG: Let's check the van.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Do you wanna talk to me now? - Yeah, I do. Just a second.

Thanks for talking to me, huh? Okay.

You know, maybe we could get him a soft drink or something

while he waits for his sister and dad.

Where should I tell him to go?

Narain, would you like something to drink?

Okay. Come on, Asha. Right down there.

You can have a seat right there.

- I know this is a real sad day for you. - Mm-hmm.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I, uh...

have to ask you some questions, Asha, so that we can, you know,

try to figure out what happened to your mother.

But I want you to know that I'm really sorry for your loss.

What do you have to ask me?

Well, if you could go through everything that happened at home today, Asha,

before you left with your father.

Just try and say everything that happened.

Nothing happened.

- Nothing unusual? - No.

Well, did you usually go with your father when the family ate at the restaurant?

No. With my mother.

- That was different then, right? - Yeah.

Your dad told me that your mom said that...

she had something to do, but he didn't know what that was.

I don't know either.

Were you and your mom close?

Not so close.

Not close recently, or...

It's, uh...

sad enough to lose your mom, but then to know

that you can't ever straighten out the things between you.

I don't know.

What do you think your mother had to do, Asha?

Why do you think she had to be alone?

I think she wanted to talk to Jatin.

Jatin, the houseboy?

- She was very angry with him. - Why?

She was looking in his belongings.

- I don't think she should've done that. - What did she find that made her angry?

I don't know.

Was it this morning that she was looking through his things?

Last night.

She found my picture.

Hmm. And how'd he get your picture?

He asked me for it.

Is Jatin your boyfriend?

I don't know.

You like him a lot?

Does he feel the same way about you?

Does Jatin ever drive your mother around?

No. He can't drive.

Does he have his own house key?

My mother didn't want him coming and going.

She wanted him at the house.

- Does Jatin have a bad temper? - No.

If he ever lost his temper, you think he could've done

something to hurt your mother?

I don't know. I hope not.

My mother wanted me to marry Mr. Padmanabhan.

He's the investor in our restaurant.

He's 35 years old.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

All right, Asha. Just have a seat.

Thanks for talking to me, all right? Your dad will be here in a minute.

LIONEL: You tricked me into selling you that piece.

It wasn't even for sale. I had it for my own protection.

DIANE: What about the other four guns? They for protection too?

That was an illegal search, and you know it.

GREG: We oughta get back in with our stickup guy.

- ADRIENNE: Thanks for your help. - GREG: Yeah.

- ADRIENNE: Thanks, James. - JAMES: Yeah, anytime.

DIANE: You know Cecil Green?

Why? What about Cecil?

- Oh, that's what this is about? - So you guys collared up, huh?

- ADRIENNE: Come on, Lionel. - We're gonna go process the guy now.

- You think we can handle that? - All right. Let me up, Diane.

Look, if I overreacted,

it was because I was worried about what could happen.

You were disrespectful to me in front of the squad.

You made us look like jerks to the boss...

- Which we're doing more of now. - BOBBY: Yeah.

- I'll talk to you later. - All right.

ANDY: Thanks for coming down, Mr. Mukhopadhyay.

So Wendy says you might like the houseboy?

Yeah. Yeah, we're gonna pick him up.

- Find me before you go home. - Okay, Lieu.

- Oh, that's a jackpot. - Over you and Russell?

Yeah, I should've just kept my mouth shut about this backup deal.

I tried to teach you tact. I just can't get through.

- You ready, Marv? - (SIGHS)

I'm back. I'm better.

You're better? Get your mind set on what's happening here.

You're looking at time.

The DA's coming down on these credit card rip-offs.

I'm just a gofer, and I mean that literally.

Well, who do you gofer for?

Ah... (SIGHS) This, uh, Russian guy.

Um, Sergei... something or other.

Uh, he's hanging his dream life on plastic, you know?

And me, I just run a few errands.

- You buy the flimsies? - Yeah.

Yeah, that's all I do. Uh, I get around.

I'm easy. I'm good with people. I've got waitresses, bartenders.

They sell me good numbers, and then I turn them over to Sergei.

What's he do with them?

He's got cards that he's bought from a fence.

Stolen, see? And they're no good,

because they've already been reported.

He transfers numbers from the flimsies I give him,

onto the cards... because my numbers are still good.

- How does he make the transfer? - MARV: He takes the cards

and puts them in a microwave and zaps them with big amps.

The cards get soft, and the numbers go flat.

And then he's got this gizmo thing, and he puts cards in,

and he cranks the handle, and bingo.

So he gets the numbers off your flimsies?

And then my man Sergei hops a plane,

checks himself into a four-star hotel and hits the good stores.

- So, Sergei, he really exists? - (EXHALES LOUDLY) Well, yeah.

- We're gonna need his address. - MARV: That's not such a good idea,

because, you know, the cat's paranoid.

He'll probably burn up the cards before you get in.

You know, he's got his lighter fluid and the little pots ready.

Yeah. See, that... that would come under the category of "our problem," Marv.

If you can give up an address and it's good for Sergei,

then, um, you can walk out of here or fly

or whatever's your chosen means of, uh, transport.

Sounds like a plan.

Go.

- FEMALE VOICE: Hey! What the... - JAMES: Police! Police! Hey!

- FEMALE VOICE: What the hell? - Hey, Jesus! Stop! Get over here!

Whatever it is, I got nothing to do with it.

- GREG: I got him. - JAMES: You live here?

No, I don't live here. I just came up for ten minutes.

I don't know him from Adam.

- GREG: Put your pants on. - SERGEI: I've done nothing.

- FEMALE VOICE: Hey, can I go? - JAMES: Get outta here.

You persecute me because I'm a Russian, right?

Hey, one of my grandmothers was Russian, pal.

We persecute you for stealing credit cards.

- I have done nothing, I told you. - Nothing, huh? What's this?

What does this look like? Come on.

How long you been with the Mukhopadhyay family?

I came with them to this country three years ago.

Before that, I worked for them three years in Bombay.

- How old are you? - Eighteen.

You've been working with them since you were 12?

- They treat you all right? - Yes.

Mr. Mukhopadhyay has been very good to me.

- How about his wife? - Yes. She also.

You have an argument with her this morning?

No.

Look, Jatin we already know about you having Asha's picture.

Her mother was real mad at you about that, wasn't she?

- I agreed to return it. - You sort of in love with Asha?

No. She's like my little sister.

Then why didn't her mother want you to have her picture?

Because I'm a servant.

- She thought it was presumptuous. - That piss you off, Jatin?

- I don't understand. - It means you got mad and you killed her.

You understand that?

I am very upset. I prefer to be silent.

All right. Look, Jatin, we are gonna have the dentist that works

with the police department come over here and make a cast of your teeth.

- I don't agree to that. - Well, it's not up to you.

We'll get a court order. And if he has to, he'll give you an anesthetic.

Mrs. Mukhopadhyay had bite marks on both of her hands.

We gotta make a cast of your teeth, Jatin, so we can check it against those marks.

We also have a witness that saw you running

from the car where we found the body.

We're gonna have that witness come in and take a look at you.

Can't someone help me?

We're it. We're the help you're gonna get.

How'd you learn how to drive?

You do know how to drive a little, don't you?

A friend showed me how to operate his car.

One time, he let me drive a little way.

We were coming back from the movies.

What did Mrs. Mukhopadhyay say to you this morning?

To pack my things. She was going to send me back to India.

- She can do that? - Yes.

My visa is to stay only if I work for the Mukhopadhyays.

I would go back to India in disgrace.

I would never see the family again.

Any of the family members.

I felt it was most unfair and heartless what she was doing to me.

I was very hurt. I have nothing but the family.

How could she take away everything from me just for a photo?

She wished to send me away before Mr. Mukhopadhyay found out.

She was going to call for the plane ticket.

I begged her not to.

She was screaming at me and slapping me.

I bit her hands to try and stop her.

I lost control.

I took hold of her neck.

I choked her.

I didn't realize for how long I did that.

I don't understand it.

I've always been afraid of Mrs. Mukhopadhyay.

You know how to drive well enough to put that body in the car...

and then drive away from the house, right?

I wanted it... to appear

that someone got in the car maybe to steal something.

I put her purse in, and shoes too.

I only got about three blocks before I stalled.

Yeah. (SCOFFS) If you were trying to make it look like a robbery though,

why didn't you take the money out of her purse?

I couldn't steal from the family.

And then you took the keys to get back in the house.

I have no house key.

Why did you lock the car, Jatin?

I don't know.

A precaution.

Otherwise someone could get in, perhaps steal something.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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- First day in the piggy bank. - Yeah. Good night, Evelyn.

- Don't let me find out it was you. - What?

I think we understand each other.

Houseboy gave it up, Lieu. He's writing up a statement.

Sounded like the kid just snapped.

He was in love with the daughter, so the mother was trying to break 'em up.

Yeah? Ever work one of those before, Andy?

Yeah. I guess it wasn't a strong element of the supernatural.

Let me call Mr. uh, Mukhopadhyay.

Bobby?

Mm-hmm.

- You know what this is about? - Yep.

Lesniak and Russell had adequate backup.

Besides Anti-Crime, I notified the sector cars.

I didn't know that, but I was out of line though.

Meaning I don't have to make the general point, which is,

you don't get to second-guess assignments.

- Uh-huh. - If she's doing her job,

she's gonna be at risk.

If it upsets you to see that, then make a different arrangement.

There's a lot of precincts in this city.

I hear you.

- Are my fives okay? - Yeah.

- It's hard, huh? - Yeah.

I mean, I'm no authority for successful relationships on the job.

- Is anybody? - You and me work another shift together,

people will say we're an item.

- Yeah. I got no time for what people say. - Hmm.

You know, um...

I had Greg tell James I was gay.

Yeah. Yeah, I heard something about that.

You know, I'll tell you the truth.

I thought I said it so he'd stop asking me out.

And now I started wondering.

I've never been successful in a relationship.

- Are you attracted to other women? - (SIGHS)

Um, I don't know.

Not consciously.

I don't come from that kind of background, people talk about that kind of stuff.

My background, we don't talk about anything.

Yeah. (SIGHS) Upstairs John says

maybe I should go to one of those gay officer meetings.

How do you feel about that?

Would you go if it were you?

Yeah. Yeah, I think I would.

I mean, I'd try to find the glove that fit, you know?

Yeah.

- There's our guy. - Okay.

- Thanks for coming back in. - Did you find Lionel?

Yeah. He's under arrest.

He didn't work for Jimmy Tibaldi though.

He's a street hustler. He had five cheap guns.

The son of a bitch deserved jail for what he done to Cecil.

Lionel told us all three of you were in that apartment.

You were there too when Cecil got in trouble.

He said that?

Mm-hmm. His story kind of made sense, Mr. Green.

Well, I checked with the Veterans, and got his papers in order.

His remains will be released tomorrow morning.

I went to that hospital a couple of weeks ago,

and I took something.

That's why I couldn't go.

You were a patient?

No, I had an OD thing.

- It wasn't nothing too bad. - What did you steal?

There was this cart with some pills on it the nurses come around with.

And, uh, I was released.

And when she wasn't looking, I took three of them bottles of pills.

And I knew that they'd find them bottles missing

and figure I did it.

I carried him... to the car,

but then it was on Lionel.

That son of a bitch just let him down.

How long were you and your son shooting up?

Ten, 15 years.

It was Cecil who turned me on.

Something we had in common.

Well, it's time now you got some treatment, Mr. Green.

Yeah.

Only it's too late for it to do any good now.

No, it can do you some good. You still got yourself to look after.

Yeah, but that's all I got.

Are... are you gonna arrest me on something?

No. You can go on home.

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll go home.

- I don't want you to transfer out. - I don't want to.

So we have another beef. Where you putting in for?

(POLICE SIREN BLARES)

Look, it just took me by surprise. That's all.

It's... You were about ready to go out on the street.

This was no badass. Anti-Crime would've done fine.

I mean, if I would've had a chance to think about it,

it would've been all right.

Don't you think that's a little strange?

You needing time to prepare for my assignments?

(SCOFFS)

I'm flesh and blood, Diane. (SCOFFS)

- Bad things can happen. - I know they can.

Somebody comes home one night, and they say, "I'm sick."

Out of nowhere, she's sick,

and she's never gonna get better.

I can't walk on eggs because your wife got sick.

But I'm not... I'm not gonna be taking any stupid chances.

Because I've got such a strong feeling for you, I...

I hope we'll have a long time together.

Let's take the night off.

Okay.

- I'll see you tomorrow. - Yeah.

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