All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S03E15 - Head Case.sd-en

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

She's got it.

- What do we got?
- D.O.A. Somebody chopped his head off.

The guy's in his boxer shorts
propped up in a chair.

His head's face down in his own lap.

The doorman says the tenant's a male
in his mid-40s, which fits,

but I didn't let him look
at the D.O.A.'s head.

I was afraid to disturb the body
before you got here.

- BOBBY: There's no other body?
- ADRIENNE: No.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- ANDY: What do we got?
- One D.O.A.

Forty-year-old white guy.
Head cut off.

This cop over here, she looks like
she's ready to change careers.

(SNIFFLES) Why don't you come on
and run this for us.

- In there?
- Yeah. That'd be good.

Watch where you step.

Uh, an anonymous female
calls the precinct,

says someone might be hurt
in this apartment.

Me and my partner come over, knock,
tried the door when there was no answer.

It's unlocked. When we come in,
that's what we see.

- Who covered him up?
- My partner.

ANDY: All right.
Let's see what we got here.

You don't often encounter
this method of suicide.

What's the name of that kid's story,
Ichabod Crane?

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

The Headless Horseman.

I thought that was about Notre Dame.

(SCOFFS)

Officer McGuire, you could do us a favor.
You could send the doorman up.

- She'll be okay.
- ANDY: Yeah.

Hmm. Let's see his mug.

- Oh.
- (ANDY CLEARS THROAT)

He don't look much happier
in that photograph.

ANDY: Hope he didn't wanna
get buried wearing a hat.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDING)

- It's Mr. Reese. That's definite.
- Yeah. Gotta contact his mother.

You figure the fatal weapon
for some type of kitchen knife?

You know, when I first came up,
Mr. Pelacanos,

you said you had some information for me.

- Oh, if you want, you can call me Gus.
- What's your information, Gus?

Firstly, his length of residency, uh,

Mr. Reese lived in the building
two years, nine months.

Keep to himself type person,
but very nice and polite.

The man was a professor
at N.Y.U. University.

I'm not sure what subject,

but you could tell looking at him
that he was an educated

and intelligent man.

This more or less background information
on Mr. Reese you got,

or is there something
related to the crime?

Not passing judgment,
occasionally I would see Mr. Reese

in company with various guys,
late teens, early 20s.

- Students?
- These weren't collegiate types,

no they were mostly Spanish.

- Light-skinned Blacks.
- So forget college, huh?

Oh, these were
street-type individuals, Detective.

Or what you would call a hustler type.

You figure Mr. Reese
was having sex with these guys?

Not passing judgment, I would work up
that investigative angle, yeah.

When was the last time
you saw him with one of these guys?

Three, four weeks back, Mr. Reese
was in the company of a Spanish kid,

whose name is on the tip of my tongue,

I'm looking at him right now in my mind
which Mr. Reese introduced me.

Nobody last night, last few days?

- No, sir.
- All right, thanks.

You intend on working up
that investigative angle?

Yeah, right. We're gonna look
into that possibility.

Happy to provide it. And that kid's name
is gonna come to me.

You got my card there, right?

- So, you remember, you give me a call.
- GUS: Right. Right.

- Good lookin' kid.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, New York City Gay Defense League.
Uh-huh. I'll make sure he...

Sir, he will get the message.
I can't say when he'll return the call.

All right. You're welcome.

- I'm sorry.
- VANESSA: That's okay.

- Can I speak to a detective, please?
- Excuse me. You're Vanessa Del Rio.

Right. I've been getting
harassing phone calls at home.

I knew it was you. I said to myself,
"Hey, wait a minute.

-"That's a celebrity there."
- Where should I know you from?

She's sort of a famous performer

in the field of adult entertainment,
Donna.

- Films.
- Interesting.

I got this buddy, Miss Del Rio,
to this day, he's still nuts about you.

That's cool. Uh, who do I speak
to about these harassing phone calls?

Well, I'm your man.
I'm... I'm a detective.

I'm Detective Martinez. How you doin'?

Not too great 'cause of these
friggin' calls I'm getting at home.

Yeah. All right. Well, why don't we go
in the coffee room. We'll talk about it.

DONNA: Lieutenant, um,

you got several calls from the head
of the New York City Gay Defense League.

- About Simone's homicide?
- DONNA: Uh, he wouldn't say,

but he was very persistent
that you call him back.

Hey, boss, I think we found the murder
weapon, butcher knife in a towel.

- Thrown down the garbage chute.
- Any direction on a perp?

Well, the doorman said that the D.O.A.
used to bring home male hustlers.

N.Y.U. professor
getting hit in the heinie.

I'm gonna grab a radio.

There was a message
on the answering machine

from the mother,
talking about some dangerous guy

who was staying at the apartment,

telling the D.O.A. that he either needs
to get the guy outta there

or get out himself.

You reach out to the mother?

We got her address at the apartment there,
so we're gonna make notification.

Gay professor gets decapitated.
This one's gonna get hot.

- You got that phone number?
- DONNA: Mm-hmm.

Diane, could you, uh, voucher this?

Sure. Can I get you a cup of coffee
on your way out?

So, uh, tell me about
this harassment, Miss Del Rio.

Some creep keeps leaving
messages on my machine,

telling me he wants to screw me.

That one of these days
I'm gonna belong to him.

All kinds of sick stuff.

- Any idea who it might be?
- Every time I pick up the phone

and say, "Who the hell is this?"
he just hangs up.

And how often does he call?

I've got about 15 messages on tape
in the last two months.

And you don't recognize the voice?

No. So last week I filed a complaint
with the annoying call...

- The Annoyance Calls Bureau.
- Yeah, so they're trapping my calls.

They know who it is. They won't tell me.
They say I need a detective

- to contact them for phone calls.
- I can help you with that.

You know, I've got a 1900
fantasy voice mail line,

three ninety-nine a minute,

this jerk can say whatever
the hell he wants.

But see, that's Vanessa,
this is Anna Maria.

- I know the difference.
- Anna Maria, huh?

- Anna Maria what?
- Sanchez.

Sanchez. That's a pretty name.

Hmm.

Thank you very much.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- ANDY: Margaret Reese?
- Yes?

New York Police.
I'm Detective Sipowicz.

- This is Detective Simone.
- What is it?

We're very sorry, but there's been
an accident involving your son, Daniel.

I'm sorry, but your son's dead.

BOBBY: We're very sorry
for your loss, ma'am.

What sort of accident?
Did he wreck the car?

(SIGHS) Your son was the victim
of a homicide, Mrs. Reese.

This would never have happened
if he'd stayed here.

You mean if he would have
stayed here last night?

No, if he hadn't moved away
and left me alone.

I knew there were people
who would take advantage of him.

Are you thinking of someone in particular
who would have harmed your son?

No.

- Did you call Daniel last night, ma'am?
- Yes.

'Cause there was a message
on his answering machine

from a woman who sounded like you,

who mentioned someone being there
in the apartment with him.

And that you feel like
this other person oughta leave.

Last week, Daniel told me
that he was letting a fella stay there

for a day or two,
who was down on his luck.

Daniel is like that, you see.

Yesterday, I called.
This was a full week later.

I'm not an intrusive
or a butting-in type of mother.

And this man answered the phone.
He was still there.

When I asked him how much longer
he planned to stay, he became abusive.

He... he was cursing me.

Excuse me. About what time
was this yesterday?

In the morning. After that,
I called Daniel at the university

and asked him when
that person was getting out.

Daniel said that he planned
on trying to make him leave last night.

This person, do you know his name?

Daniel said it was a former student
of his. He never mentioned a name.

Former student. Did you ever meet him?
See what he looks like?

- No.
- ANDY: From the conversation

where he was cursing you,
what do you remember about his voice?

Did he have a foreign accent?

- Did he sound Black? White?
- I couldn't tell.

Mrs. Reese, did you call
the 15th Precinct this morning

to check for trouble
in your son's apartment?

No. I was waiting
for him to call me back.

- Do you have Daniel's car?
- I'm sorry?

The Oldsmobile. It's registered
in his name, but we paid for it together.

Do you know where it is?
I'd like to have it.

- Uh, we could find out and let you know.
- I wonder if it's been stolen.

If you could give us the license plate,

it might turn out helpful
in finding who did this.

I'll write it down for you.

How was Daniel murdered?

(SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT)
Believe me.

Being a parent, I hate
to have to tell you something like this,

but you'll need to know
for identification purposes.

Your son was stabbed very badly
in the region of the neck.

The knife went pretty much
right through.

Are you telling me his head was cut off?
That he was decapitated?

Mrs. Reese, we are...

We are terribly sorry, but it is better
if you hear it now.

Yes, it's good to know in dealing
with the funeral arrangements.

(SOLEMN MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Detective, I remember the kid.
This is Joey Suarez.

You guys wanna talk to me
about Professor Reese?

Uh, yeah. I'll tell you what.
Why don't you get started

with Detective Sipowicz.

- I got a couple of phone calls to make.
- Hey, come on. You want some coffee?

Yeah. All right.

Gus, I said if you thought
of a name, call us.

Oh, I saved you a step.
This kid, he moves furniture.

And I saw him unloading
his truck over on Houston.

What'd you tell this kid?

Just how Mr. Reese
got his head cut off last night.

Did you describe any other details
of the crime scene?

Hey, I absolutely tell you, Detective,
from his reaction,

this Joey definitely was not involved.

All right, I'll talk to him.

I want you to sit on this
bench right here, Gus.

- You want me to wait until he's done?
- I want you to sit on the bench.

- Hi, Vanessa. Come on in.
- Excuse me.

Yeah.

Good to see you again.

Do you know a Richard Hart?

- Rick Hart? Is that who's doing this?
- That's my information.

He's this guy I see at all my
personal appearances.

Just a little average guy
that says how much he likes my work.

I've seen him in Philly, Baltimore,
all over the place.

A lot of people follow you
from town to town?

Some of them travel in their business.
I thought he was just a big fan.

This Rick Hart, he never behaved strangely
at one of your appearances?

- He never seemed threatening to you?
- He's not a threatening-looking guy.

I could probably take him in a fight.

He's not a convicted
rapist or anything, is he?

I checked. He's got no criminal record.

But you never know when one
of these guys might decide

to do more than talk about it.

If I went ahead with the complaint,
is this gonna mean

a long, drawn-out court proceeding?

MARTINEZ: It's gonna take some time.

But maybe it's worth
you following through.

What if you just talked to him?

Could you figure out
if he was dangerous or something?

I got his address. I could talk to him.

Maybe I could act like
an intermediate step.

Oh, you know, you'd really be a doll
if you could do that.

Especially if I could avoid
a big deal in court.

MARTINEZ: All right, sure.
We'll go talk to this guy.

Listen, Vanessa. Um, you remember
that buddy I told you about of mine?

He's definitely gonna flip out
over you being here.

Your buddy's gonna be excited, huh?

Vanessa Del Rio? (CHUCKLES)

He's been talking
about you since high school.

- And what's your buddy's name?
- Manny.

Manny? Little Manny?
Is that what you call it? How cute.

Hey, wait a minute.
This is a real friend of mine.

I believe you.

This place you met Professor Reese
on Canal Street?

S.O.S., right, on Canal.

- That's not a gay club.
- No, it's all types. But, I mean, even so,

I noticed this guy
looking all out of place.

- How's that?
- Well, for one, he don't ever be dancing.

This is how he would do.
He would go into the bathroom.

Check you out. Say,
"Do you wanna smoke a joint?"

Boom. Cool. Sure.

- So, he gives you one. You fire it up.
- This guy smoked dope?

No, he wouldn't be smoking.
That's just like an icebreaker.

Then he'd say there's
more of that at his place.

- So then what would happen at his place?
- Yeah, you get high.

"Conversate" till he makes his move.

Then either you do or you don't, whatever.

Maybe you just smoke up
some more of his pot and then leave.

- (SNIFFLES) He was in this club a lot?
- Maybe once a week.

But I told him this myself.
I said, "What you're doing, man,

"This is laying yourself open
for all kinds of things."

I was talking mainly about burglary,
because he had some nice stuff.

But, uh, going up to
somebody in a bathroom

and it ain't even a gay club really,
that's taking a risk.

- What did Mr. Reese say to that?
- Nothing. He's just a real lonely guy.

- It's a shame really.
- BOBBY: Mm-hmm.

You talked to him at all since
you hung out with him three weeks ago?

Nah, he knew I wasn't with that sex.

You just smoke up
all of his pot and then leave.

It was some good pot too. (CHUCKLES)

Just for the record, Joey,
what were you doing last night?

Damn. This is what I get
for coming down here to help you all?

- We have to ask.
- I was with my girlfriend.

Why don't you write down
the name and address.

So, I'm a suspect?

While you got the pen there, Joey,
write down the names

of some of the other guys
that went to that dance club

that might have taken Mr. Reese
up on his hospitality like you did.

Who may or may not have been
gracious enough to make him feel loved.

I got no way of knowing
about no other guy.

Come on, Joey.

The only reason I came here
is I feel sorry for the guy.

I'm being straight up with you.

Does your girlfriend know
you go home with men

you meet in public toilets?

Yeah, I told her about it.
I took her some of the dope.

All right. Calm down, Joey. Look,
I think you're being straight with us.

But whatever decent impulse it was
that brought you down here,

you need to follow through on that
and put some names down on that pad, huh?

See, we have to talk to as many people

as we can that have
spent time with Mr. Reese.

That great dope he gave you, Joey,
you owe him that much.

When he was 16, my buddy Manny,
said he snuck into a topless bar.

- Yeah?
- Saw Vanessa Del Rio

dancing up on the stage.

- Said he stayed excited for three weeks.
- GREG: Aw, man.

I... tell you.
I... wish I was in the house

when she was making a complaint.

- So, how... how she looking now?
- You know, she's no kid.

- But she looks all right.
- GREG: Yeah?

- RICK: Who is it?
- Police.

- RICK: Police?
- GREG: Yeah, police. Open up.

- You Rick Hart?
- What's this about?

GREG: Come here.

I'm Detective Martinez.
This is Detective Medavoy.

We've been receiving complaints
about harassing phone calls

- getting made from this address.
- Harassing phone calls?

That's what I said.
What, you got a hearing problem?

- You live here with anybody?
- No.

So, you're the one
who's making the calls then?

Look I... I don't know what

- you're talking about.
- You know what I'm talking about.

You've been making sexually-explicit,

threatening phone calls
to Vanessa Del Rio.

And we're here to figure out

if you're too warped
to keep yourself from stopping.

'Cause if you can't control yourself,
we could lock your ass up right now.

You have no right coming here
making these accusations.

Mr. Hart, we know your history
of following Miss Del Rio around.

And we... we have a record
of the calls you've made.

You've lived here
a long time, right, Mr. Hart?

Seven years.

You've been employed at Rowe Plant
Interiors 14 years now?

Have you been investigating me?

You got a pretty set lifestyle.
Imagine getting that disrupted,

or if your employer finding out
you were making these anonymous,

harassing phone calls.

Suppose someone anonymously
sent your employer those tapes.

Please don't do that.
I'll stop calling her.

You gonna stop calling Miss Del Rio?

You should probably stay away
from her personal appearances too.

I never would hurt her in real life.
Please make her understand that.

I'm sure she'll be fascinated
finding that out.

I'm so ashamed
for having these thoughts.

Maybe you should get some help with that.
Point is, Mr. Hart, you're on our list.

You have a sex file with us
that's active and open.

I understand.
I promise not to do it anymore.

Tell her I'm sorry.

And I think she's still
the best actress in her field.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, that Joey gave up four names.
I'm gonna run 'em through B.C.I.

We, uh, probably oughta have Diane
make sure his story's right.

What, being with the girlfriend
last night? Gimme her name.

Yeah, this is Detective Sipowicz,
15th Squad.

I'm on a short clock,
so I'll stay on while you pull these up.

Yeah, J-O-L-L-Y. Like ha, ha, ha.

- Hey, Andy Jr.
- How's it going?

- I'm fine.
- Your dad didn't mention

you'd be passing this way.

- It's a surprise visit.
- BOBBY: Andy.

Uh, hold on a second. You all right?

- Hey, Pop.
- BOBBY: I got this.

- What's the name?
- Uh, here. The second guy here, LaGrande.

- You got it?
- BOBBY: Yeah.

- LaGrande?
- Hey.

- You look good.
- Thanks for the Christmas present.

Yeah. Well, Sylvia picked that out.
They got it to ya at the base, huh?

How's she coming
with her pregnancy and all?

Well, she's due May 17.
Gonna be a boy. Gonna have a brother.

- That's great.
- ANDY: Yeah.

So, what are you doing here? You on leave?

- I wanted to talk to you about that.
- What?

Excuse me, Andy.
The registrar's office at N.Y.U.

wants to know how far back

you wanna go with the list
with Daniel Reese students.

Tell him when he started teaching.

I don't mean to interrupt. Hi, Andy.

- Hi.
- Adrienne Lesniak.

- I met you at your dad's wedding
- Sure. Good to see you again.

So, uh, what's up?
Things okay with the air force?

Uh, well, I wanna talk to you about that.

Well, is it okay or not? What?

We'll talk about it
when we have time to sit down.

Excuse me, Detective.
Margaret Reese on line two.

Uh...

(SIGHS) I gotta take this call, Andy.

This woman's son
was a homicide last night.

I'm... I'm gonna go see Mom.

I just drove cross-country.
I haven't even seen her yet.

Yeah, listen, I wanna find out
what's going on here, though,

so why don't you have supper
with Sylvia and me tonight.

Sure. Good.
Seven o'clock, like the other time?

Yeah, yeah, good. Uh, but you're not
in any trouble or anything, right?

I can't tell you about it
in like, two minutes, Dad.

- We'll talk about it at dinner.
- All right.

BOBBY: Okay, the third name's Tim.
About 20...

Hello, Mrs. Reese. (CLEARS THROAT)

No, no progress with the car.

Uh, wait a minute. What wallet?
What are you talking about?

- At your house?
- Thanks.

D.O.A.'s mother says
a uniformed cop turned in

the kid's wallet about 15 minutes ago.

Listen, Mrs. Reese. We didn't know
that your son's wallet had been found,

and we need to talk to the officer
that brought it to you.

You think that's it? Hmm.
Litvac? L-I-T-V-A-C.

Yeah, all right. Thank you very much.

Yeah, definitely, any sign of the car.

Mm-hmm.

(SIGHS) Some idiot cop
recovers this guy's wallet,

and he drives it out
to the mother in Queens?

Donna, would you do me a favor?

Would you call chief of personnel?
I'm looking for a uniform named Litvac.

Sure, Detective.

How's Andy Jr. doing? He's looking good.

Yeah, yeah, he looks okay. But, I mean,
I ask him how's things in the service,

he says he'll tell me at dinner.
I don't like the sound of that.

You know if he's having
any problems over there?

(SIGHS) Well,
either the answer is, uh,

things in the service are good,
or any other answer.

I mean, it means the opposite.

Anyway, Andy, look. We got the rap sheet
on these four guys that Joey gave you.

Of course, you know,
you could be a choirboy.

Some officer decides he doesn't like you,
you're just a sittin' duck.

One of these assholes
decides you rub him the wrong way...

Andy, just don't get ahead
of yourself, okay?

Yeah.

Diane's not around,
so I'm gonna check Joey's alibi here.

I'll tell you right now,
If this kid's in trouble

with drugs or booze,
I'm gonna kick his ass.

Unless one of these
sons of bitches is persecuting him.

Then I'm gonna find out his name,
his address, I'm gonna kick his ass.

Hi. Yeah, is this Joey DeCosta?

Yeah, this is Detective Simone
from the 15th Squad.

Just wondering if I could
take a minute to ask you

what you were doing last night.

You know, I'll tell you.
If they take an irrational dislike to you,

- it don't matter what you do.
- Andy.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS) Young kid like this nowadays.
I'm telling you, it's not easy.

(SIGHS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Boss, you gave us a 10-2?

Yeah, Officer Litvac?
Detective Simone, Sipowicz, 15th Squad.

- How's it goin'?
- Hey.

Yeah, we wanted to talk
to you about this wallet

you drove out to Bayside.

It belonged to a Daniel Reese.

I found it on the floor
of the backseat of my R&P.

Took it out to the address
on the driver's license on my meal period.

Yeah. Well, they say it belongs
to that D.O.A.

- that got his head sliced off last night.
- No kiddin'. That was that guy?

When you took it out there, Mrs. Reese
didn't mention anything at all

about it belonging to her murdered son?

She said it was his wallet
and thanks for bringing it.

Then she asked about the status
of the stolen car.

I told her I didn't know
anything about that.

She didn't mention no homicide at all.

The cops in that sector car
made one collar around two a.m.

Male Black.

(ANDY CLEARS THROAT)

"Disorderly and public lewdness."

"Subject was observed
behaving erratically,

"waving and yelling in traffic.

"Subject was not wearing underwear,

"and his pants were hanging down,
revealing his genitals."

Our guy took his underwear off
at the D.O.A.'s apartment.

Sarge, this collar, Rodney Wellstone,
where is he in the system?

Lodged at Central Booking.

Made one phone call when they brought
him in, Sheila Bell, 718 area code.

Yeah, that's here in the arrest report.

All right, we're gonna want this guy
transported to our house

- before he gets arraigned.
- Maybe we should reach out

to this Sheila Bell before
they bring him in.

Use the phone in the squad room.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Thanks.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

My brother brought it here last night.

He knocked on my door
around 11 o'clock.

- This is your brother, Rodney?
- He said he needed a place to stay.

But Rodney has serious mental problems,
and I didn't wanna let him in.

You're afraid of him?

I just stopped feeling
comfortable around him.

His behavior could be so strange.
The things he said.

- I hated turning him away.
- BOBBY: It stinks in here.

- What'd he do when you didn't let him in?
- (BOBBY COUGHS)

He asked could he leave his car.
Would I watch it for him?

He said a friend of his
gave it to him. Is it stolen?

Is that why he was arrested?

Uh, Miss Bell, the owner of this car,
he was murdered last night.

Oh, God.

I knew. I knew this was gonna be bad.

Did... Did Rodney mention
this Mr. Reese at all,

this guy he was saying was his friend?

He said he was his teacher
when Rodney was in college.

Frankly, I didn't wanna
get into it that much.

So he left me the keys,
and then around 2:30 he called.

Said he was in jail
and could I come and get him out.

I didn't pick up.

I let the machine get it
because I knew it was him, and I...

I just can't deal with it.

Did you call the precinct this morning,

tell them to go look in
Mr. Reese's apartment?

I knew Rodney was in trouble
over this car.

So this morning I went outside and got
the registration, the owner's address.

I found out which precinct it was in.

I called so they could check that address,
if things were all right.

It's good you did that.

And now this man's dead,
and Rodney probably killed him.

- Yeah.
- My brother was intelligent.

He was funny.

I don't know who this is,
walking around in his body.

The thing upsets me,
him possibly using drugs.

Andy said he never took drugs
his whole life.

He sat across from me in a greasy spoon,
said he never drank,

never took drugs
'cause of what he saw with me.

And now something like this
could be happening.

Look, Andy, come on.
This could be anything at all, man.

He could have got transferred.
He could have met somebody.

This was specifically in response
to "How are things in the air force?"

That's all it was.

- Your guy's locked up in two.
- Does he seem nuts?

He looks like the real deal.

His sister said he had been psycho
three or four years ago.

She was afraid to let him in her house.

I'm gonna have the Latent unit
check his prints against the list,

but the N.Y.U. registrar confirms

Wellstone took a course
from Reese in 1990.

With that past relationship,
his prints in the D.O.A.'s apartment,

that's not gonna prove very much.

It might have been nice if they had taken
the D.O.A.'s wallet off this guy,

instead of finding it in the back
of a sector car the next morning.

Well, we do got him
for boosting the D.O.A.'s car.

Ah, his Legal Aid lawyer can say
him and the professor were kissy face.

He had it with the professor's permission,

and everything bad happened
after Rodney took a hike.

This guy says he's gonna give a statement,
but he's only gonna do it once,

and then he's gonna stay silent
for four years and seven months.

Hmm.

We gotta get this guy videotaped.

ANDY: Four years and seven months.

Detectives, I want my son's car.

ANDY: Mrs. Reese, I notified
you like I promised.

I explained the car's
been vouchered as evidence.

It's in the pound now
in Whitestone, Queens.

- I want it. It belongs to me and Daniel.
- Ma'am, we have to hold the car a while.

It might help us to prove a case
against a person who killed your son.

Well, can I see it, then?
I need to see it.

I don't mean to be impolite, Mrs. Reese,
but what good is seeing the car gonna do?

Detective, please,
can I just be allowed to see it?

I own that car jointly with Daniel.

Can somebody drive her out to the pound?

- Yeah, yeah, all right.
- Thank you.

Um, let's get a D.A.
and a video technician over here.

- You need to go have a conversation.
- Yeah, right. I'll take care of that.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(EXHALES, CLEARS THROAT)

(BOBBY CLEARS THROAT)

All right,
let's understand each other, Rodney.

You say you're only gonna do this once,
and we're trying to accommodate that.

Put you on record right away.

But this is to give a statement
about killing Professor Reese.

I don't wanna hear you talk
about a presidential election,

or start singing
"Three Coins in the Fountain."

Nothing like that. Professor Daniel Reese.

Is that machine turned on?

I am District Attorney Leo Cohen.

It is 4:27, February 27.
Also present in the room.

Detective Robert Simone,
shield number 3118.

Detective Andy Sipowicz,
shield number 990.

LEO: Also present Rodney Wellstone
and technician Lewis Moscovitz.

Mr. Wellstone, is that your signature
on this form

indicating you understand
your right to counsel?

Yes. I'm ready to speak.

Now, Rodney, were you at Daniel Reese's
apartment last night?

Yes, I was.

BOBBY: What were you doing there?

I had gotten evicted from my apartment.
I had lost my job. I wasn't working.

I was sleeping in my car
because I had no place to sleep.

But the police in Brooklyn,
they towed my car away,

so I went to a shelter.

How long was this
before you met Daniel Reese?

So, I went to a shelter.
But I don't like staying in the shelters,

because of how people live,
so I came to Manhattan to hang out.

I was hanging out by a gas station.
I wanted to be a service attendant.

I'm not a bad guy. But what happened,
physically, I had died.

I died and I was resurrected
by omnipotent pyrotechnics,

the Holy Spirit, which is the most
powerful force in the universe.

Let's not get into the universal forces
too much, Rodney, okay?

Tell us how you wound up
at Mr. Reese's apartment.

Professor Reese drove into
the gas station, and he recognized me.

- Where from?
- I took a philosophy class with him.

- BOBBY: When was that?
- Hmm... 1990?

Okay, so he recognized you.
What happened after that?

I asked him if I could have 20 dollars

because I didn't have any money
and I hadn't eaten.

- He give it to you?
- No. He took me to a deli

and bought me something to eat.

He had a cup of coffee for himself.

We chatted. He's got a big heart.

I know, because I reached in through
his neck and felt it down there.

So he bought you some food
from the deli.

Then he took you back to his apartment?

I told him about getting evicted,
the whole sad story,

but he said he didn't have
a place for me to stay.

He gave me ten dollars and he walked out.

He didn't take you to his apartment?

- How'd you end up there?
- I knew Professor Reese wanted to help me.

I knew he didn't just wanna
walk away like that.

So I looked up his address
in the phone book.

BOBBY:
So you found his apartment building?

Yes. And I hung around
until I saw him again,

and I said, "Professor Reese, please,

"I just need a roof over my head
for a couple of days."

And he said, "All right."

BOBBY: He said all right
that you could stay with him?

I was goin' hungry. I had died.

I knew he wanted to help me.
He just insisted I had to wash my clothes.

So, I agreed to that.
That seemed reasonable.

What day was this, Rodney?
Was it the first day you were there?

Hmm, what's today? Friday?

- Today's Tuesday.
- I don't recall exactly.

- It was several days ago.
- (SNIFFLES)

Several. Do you smell me?

Well, let's not worry
about that right now, Rodney.

- Are you reacting to the way I smell?
- BOBBY: Let's not talk about that.

Okay, so last night, what happened?

Last night, I wanted to murder him,
so I murdered him.

Why did you wanna murder him?

Oh, man, he wanted me to kill him anyway.

For the fun of it. 'Cause you know what?
He's freaky like that.

- What do you mean?
- He's a fag-faggoty-faggot.

I could tell what was on his mind,
and I didn't like it.

- Did he make a pass at you?
- RODNEY: I knew what was on his mind.

I... I... I saw all those damn
Pump magazines in his bedroom.

That's... that's why he got all insistent
about me having to leave.

Plus, his mother was saying
to kick me out.

I talked to that bitch
on the phone, and I took

offense to what she was saying,
because I am God Almighty.

And Professor Reese said that
that apartment was mine.

He said all the money
he had was mine. His car was mine.

When was this?

When he was begging for his life.

This is just before you killed him.

He offered me all that.
Now he wants to throw me out?

I took off my shirt. I took off my pants.

I said, "Hey, I'm not going no place."

And I took a knife from the kitchen,
and I made him go in there with me.

And then I took him back out
in the living room and sit in his chair,

like Mr. Big Bad Moojoo Man,

and I told him, I said,
"Take your clothes off.

"I know what you want."

And he took them off, and for a while
he didn't say a word.

Because he knew,
after he had insulted me like that,

he knew that wasn't right.

And then he started beggin'.

- Then I stabbed him.
- Where'd you stab him?

In the belly.

And he went... (IMITATES CHOKING)

And then I put him out of his misery.
I took his head off from his body.

Just like I'll do to you.

You wanna stab me?

I'll murder every person in this building.

I don't want that to happen,

but we're gonna have to ask
you a few more questions.

Do you think these handcuffs
can hold me?

ANDY: Rodney, what'd you do after you cut
off Daniel Reese's head?

RODNEY: I won't speak of anything
subsequent to that.

Except washed myself sacramentally.

I'm about to commence my four years
and seven months of silence.

But... Before you do that,
just tell us why you did what you did

to Professor Reese.

It was the most fitting
punishment I could think of.

I am the Holy Spirit.
I give you consciousness of self.

I control your heartbeat
through omnipotent pyrotechnics.

And you're not faking this,
are you, Rodney?

I was a student in New York University

when I was first sanctified
by omnipotent pyrotechnics.

I sometimes resented my sanctification,

because I was a student
and a family member,

and I had hopes to study
philosophy abroad.

But finally I came to accept my calling
and how I must

live in the same way Jesus Christ
and his system had doubts a

about his life, but finally accepted it.

And even he, who had been my teacher,
I cut his faggot head off!

Now I begin my silence.

Oh, Detective Martinez, this came for you.

- Oh, yeah?
- From your favorite actress. (SCOFFS)

What do you got?

- Wow.
- Hey, look at that. Huh?

"To Detective Martinez,
for your little buddy, Manny.

"Love, Vanessa Del Rio."

- Huh?
- Yeah, cute, huh?

You gonna frame that, Detective?

- Hey, look, she kissed it too.
- MARTINEZ: Yeah.

Ho... How come she put
"little buddy" in quotes?

- What's the picture?
- Oh, uh...

James made quite an impression
on that porno star.

- She's just joking around.
- She's supposed to be sexy?

I don't find her at all sexy.

- To each his own, I guess.
- You gonna keep that?

Yeah, yeah, that's for him
and his buddy to look at on lonely nights.

Hey, Greg, you're not helping
the situation much, you know.

And the woman wondered why
she has perverts calling her up at home?

I mean, she makes a living
showing her body to sick, pathetic guys,

and then she's surprised when some
"warpo" wants to take her up on it?

Hey... hey, it's not just sick, pathetic
guys that watch those movies.

- Right, James?
- You don't look at that stuff, do you?

- No.
- Hey, what's up, James?

- Yo, Manny, my man.
- How you doin', man?

- How's it going? That's my buddy, Manny.
- How you doing?

- The world's biggest Vanessa Del Rio fan.
- GREG: Ah.

Hey, was she here for real,
or is James messing with my mind?

GREG: Oh, no, she was here,
in the flesh.

Damn, man! You should have called me
when she was here, man.

- I would have gotten off of work.
- I told her about you though, Manny.

- How'd she look?
- MARTINEZ: How'd she look?

- MANNY: Yeah.
- MARTINEZ: Check this out.

What you got for me?

Oh. Oh, Vanessa baby!
Look at you. Look at you!

Oh, she still looks good.
Damn, I wish I was here, man!

It's yours, baby. Vanessa the "undressa."

The Latin from Manhattan. Come on,
boys, there's room at the end, man.

- Isn't it pathetic?
- Hey, Adrienne, this is a large nation.

LEO: (EXHALES)
That's the first one of those I've done.

- ANDY: Is that so?
- I mean, doesn't it get

to you after a while?

Listening to that sickness,
not being able to respond.

No, I always found myself
cheery and peppy afterwards.

Detective! Our car is ruined.
You're gonna have to do something.

- Mrs. Reese, try and calm down.
- No, no, no, no.

I went down to that impound lot.
Now, I own that car jointly with my son.

And now somebody's
rancid body odor is in it.

Daniel would never have tolerated that.

I have got to get in there
and wash that smell out.

Now, if you people refuse to do it,

then I'm just simply going
to have to do it myself.

We just can't allow that right now, ma'am.

I want that car disinfected.

- I taught my son cleanliness.
- Mrs. Reese...

Don't touch me!

Just tell me what you are
going to do about Daniel's car.

That's the smell.

That's the murderer. I smell him.

- I'm God Almighty.
- Arrest that man.

- He's under arrest, Mrs. Reese.
- I'm God Almighty.

You shut up and be silent.
Do what you said.

Oh, my God.

My son is...

My son is dead.

Oh!

(SOBBING)

(SMOOTH MUSIC PLAYING)

This is the second refill, Andy.
Don't eat any more of these.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

And let him get to this his own way.
Don't turn this into an interrogation.

All right. I'm only saying
if it's drugs or alcohol,

I want you to get up and leave the room.

- Hey, Pop.
- Hey, Andy. Come on in.

- Hi, Sylvia.
- Hi, Andy.

Gee, you look beautiful.

Well, got two and a half
more months to go.

- Yeah, Dad was saying.
- So, what's going on?

- Would you like something to drink?
- A Coke, please.

Is that what you're drinking
these days, Coke?

I mean, don't have something
different for my sake.

Yeah, a... a Coke's good.

Uh, come on in here. Sit down. Here.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CLEARS THROAT) All right. So, uh...

So, what's going on, huh?
You're being so secretive,

I figured you must have killed somebody.

I... I wasn't being secretive, Pop.
I, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

But there's a couple things,

and I wanted to talk it all
through with you.

I just wish you to let me know when
how, we could have done something, huh?

I mean, if somebody took
an irrational dislike.

The first thing is...
I'm leaving the air force, Dad.

See, there it is.
That's what I knew was comin'.

I tore my rotator cuff.
But it's not that bad. Um...

They... they can't fix it with surgery.
Anyways, I'm discharged.

Your rotator cuff?

No disciplinary aspect?

No, uh-uh, no. (CHUCKLES)
I got good evaluations and so forth.

He tore his rotator cuff.

Andy, I'm sorry. Um...

Hey... hey, it's not that bad,
but I had to leave the service.

And there's no disciplinary aspect.
They give him all, uh, great evaluations.

Have you given any thought
to what you might do now?

Well, the thing is, even before I joined,

I took the test for the department
in Hackensack.

And they put me on a list.

And in January they wrote
I'd been accepted for training.

- Which department we talkin' about?
- The police department.

I applied to be a cop.

The police department?

Yeah, and I got in touch with them,
and they hadn't closed enrollment yet.

- I start training next week.
- Congratulations. That's great.

Yeah, I'm... I'm pretty pleased.
It's... it's two months of classes.

Then two months on-the-job training,
and then two more months of class.

Your rotator cuff thing there,
that's not gonna impinge that?

They said it wouldn't disqualify me,

so long as I pass the physical
training test at the end of six months.

And you've thought this through,
the type of life.

I think it's a good thing to be.

I wanted to ask you,

anytime you could give me
pointers and so on,

I... I'd be really grateful for that.

(SIGHS) Uniform cop, you know,
it's different from a detective.

- (CHUCKLES) Well, I... I know that much.
- But I was nine years a cop, uh...

I still can remember a few things.

- So, it's gonna be a boy, huh?
- SYLVIA: And being back,

you'll be able to spend more time
with your baby brother.

Maybe change a few diapers even.

- Hey, I'd be willin'.
- SYLVIA: Good.

- Well, I guess Ready to eat?
- SIPOWICZ: Sure.

(EXHALES) This baby is moving.

- Like right now?
- Yeah.

Do you wanna feel it?

Here. Gimme your hand.

It's right there.

Wow.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)