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'In the criminal justice system,

'sexually based offences
are considered especially heinous.

'In New York City, the detectives
who investigate these vicious felonies

'are members of an elite squad
known as the Special Victims Unit.

'These are their stories.'

Give me a break.

What is that?
Like, 'no means no' or something?

- Yes. Exactly. Come on.
- I did your calculus homework.

So? Adam, seriously. No.

- Oh, my God!
- What? Get... What?

Adam.

Maureen.

Hi, Daddy.

Where you been?

- Out.
- Out? Where?

- What have you been doing?
- Nothing.

Nothing?
At 2:30 in the morning, nothing?

- Dad, it's really...
- Breathe on me.

- What?
- Breathe on me.

- Who were you out with?
- Nobody.

Out. Nothing. Nobody.
Those are your answers to me?

- Uh-huh.
- Fine. You're busted.

- You're grounded. Go to your room.
- For how long?

Until I get answers or you turn 18,
whichever comes first.

- Can we talk about it?
- No. They've called me in.

Talk about typical.

Go... to your room... now.

- This isn't fair.
- I got news. Life isn't fair, honey.

Detectives Benson and Stabler.
What happened?

A young couple found
a girl's body about 1:50am. DOA.

Over here. They called campus police
who called us. We went to you guys.

- No underwear.
- Bad blow to the head.

- Looks like cement around the wound.
- Yep.

OK. Do you think
we're looking for a rock or a brick?

Who's gonna look for that?

- Me?
- Yes. Start here then spread out.

Have campus security
halt all garbage pick-up.

- You want us to go through trash?
- Yeah. You, personally.

- Why's she all wet?
- I figured it was the sprinklers.

- Forensics is gonna love that.
- Who found her?

- These students.
- Get anything off 'em?

No.

Did you hear anything?

- Nah. It was late.
- What were you doin' out here?

- Trying to get some privacy.
- Hey, Elliot.

Her name was Jeanne Gallagher.
She was a sophomore.

Bowman? Baumann?

Where's Bowman Hall?

She was almost home.

We could be lookin' at two attackers.

Look at the way the legs are spread.
It reads like a single doer to me.

This is rape.

Somebody bashed her with a rock,
that's the cause of death?

Preliminary.
We're still looking for the murder weapon.

The only thing we have is that she
was drunk. Alcohol level was 0.27.

Triple the limit.

I used to yearn for a girl who drank
like that. Where was the booze from?

- A party for their basketball team.
- One helluva party.

The Rays are one of college
basketball's great comebacks.

From joke of the division
to the Sweet Sixteen inside two years.

- They bought their way up.
- Hey, come on! That's my school.

Don't be cynical.

They spend money like the Sultan
of Brunei at a hookers' convention.

- They don't get paid.
- No. They just get cars, free trips

and tickets to sell to alumni
for ten times what a scalper would.

Fine. So they don't get paid.

What's this?

You guys got this worked out?
See how she spent her evenings.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

- I got severed-head guy in court.
- Stick it to him.

Jeanne Gallagher was
a very promising student.

Her death was a erm...

terrible blow to the entire university.

We're holding a campus-wide Mass
to celebrate her life.

- Thoughtful.
- We shall miss her.

How well did you know her?

As an administrator, I never met her.
But she was well-loved by many.

That's great, but we need to talk
to people that knew her.

The university will be mounting
its own investigation into this and...

a full report shall be sent
to you as soon as it's available.

Well, I'm sure that will be
very effective... Father.

We know the victim was extremely drunk.

Alcohol-counselling seminars

will be part of my recommendation.

That's not the point. Who was there?

Talk to the hostess committee.
They planned it.

Hostess committee?

A sort of women's auxiliary
to support the basketball team.

Er, very motivated campus women,
er, pitch in when necessary.

The hostesses have been a
St Raymond's institution for 50 years.

They provide tutoring, logistics,
even ironing the players' shirts.

Or throwing big parties.

They work hard. They need relaxation too.

- And Jeanne?
- She was a hostess.

That's what Father McCourt said.
Who was at this party?

Players, prospective players,

coaches, hostesses and important alumni.

- Did you see Jeanne?
- She came early and helped set up.

- Do you notice what time she left?
- I left before the party was over.

Her room-mate, Shelley Brown,
might know.

Make yourself at home.

Riley, these are Detectives...

Munch and Cassidy.
Were you at the party last night?

Of course.

What?

You weren't drinking, were you?

- What do you care?
- You got kind of a reputation.

You slam back brews
like you slam down hoops.

It's off-season.

The drug test doesn't test for beer, does it?

You don't know me.

I know you're an elbow-thrower like
Lambier without the post-up moves.

Look at our record
before you start taking pot shots.

- You see Jeanne last night?
- Yeah.

- When did she leave?
- Me and some friends left early.

Some friends and I.

Whatever. We went to this alumni
dude's house and met the mayor.

We'll ask him about that.

And alumni is plural, college man.

- Anyone have a grudge with Jeanne?
- Yeah, maybe.

- Chuck Mosley was yelling at her.
- Riley, he's a team-mate.

We're not asking you.
What were they arguing about?

I didn't hear but ask anyone.
She was cryin', he was all yellin'.

- You know the way those people get.
- The way what people get?

Street players.

'Don't you mess with my homies,'
and all that gangsta rap crap,

thinking they can get away with
anything because they're so bad.

Unlike white boys who get away with it
because of Daddy's money?

- Yeah.
- Where can we find Chuck Mosley?

At 5th Avenue
and 100-and-something street.

You know, you just look for
dealers and graffiti. He'll be there.

Yeah!

Mosley!

Chuck Mosley!

That'll get their attention.

Check it out. It's the Blues Brothers.

Actually,
we're Detectives Munch and Cassidy.

You need to talk to them.
They got next.

- We're not here to play, handsome.
- No? Well, you're on the court.

Chuck... May I call you Chuck?

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Call my agent. I'm workin'.

Yo! It's about the murder
of Jeanne Gallagher.

So, when a white woman is killed
you round up the black men first,

or do you ask a few white people
for appearances?

- What was that?
- Chuck, come here.

I know you gotta trifle with us
in front of your people to save face.

I'll give you a choice. Either come with us,

or get cuffed to that fence
and wait for a wagon to come.

Wait. Jeanne and I were friends.
We went to the party together.

- What time?
- After practice. Eight, nine.

- Why were you arguing?
- She was on a tear.

She's a sweet girl usually,
but with drink she gets in trouble.

That's not an argument. That's an opinion.
An argument is yelling.

- I wanted her to leave with me.
- Did she?

- No. I gave her what-for and I left.
- What time?

1:30. Conan O'Brien was on when
I got home. My mom was waiting.

Your mom's your alibi?
That's beautiful. What's her number?

My aunt's sick in Louisiana.
She went there to visit.

- Which hospital?
- I don't know.

- When is she back?
- I don't know.

- Wrong answer.
- She's on a bus.

Mosley's on ice till his alibi sticks.

Kuger's a bigger punk off the court
than he is on.

Unfortunately he has an alibi.
He was at a party with the mayor.

I spoke to His Honour this morning.
He answered his own phone.

- Reassuring.
- I woke him up, as a matter of fact.

- What about Mosley?
- He admitted to arguing with Jeanne.

- Alibi?
- He was watching TV with his mom.

She is conveniently
on a bus trip to Louisiana.

Do you think the great St Raymond
University machine is blocking us?

- Why? Jeanne was their student.
- Money.

Our suspects are basketball players.
We put away a couple of the stars...

And they're out 40 million dollars.

And they send me fund-raising letters.

Eight million dollars in TV fees,
then they get money from alumni,

- tickets and merchandising...
- Hats, T-shirts...

Pen holders, plastic saints...

It used to be the Georgetown Hoyas.
Now it's the Yukon Huskies.

- St Raymond's would like that.
- You can remind them that,

whatever perks their players get,
we make arrests without considering

- a player's free-throw percentages.
- We'll do a pick and roll today.

The room-mate may not have
a percentage in St Raymond's TV rights.

What else do you get?

Tickets, cars, trips to all
out-of-town games. You name it.

A lot of perks for cheerleading.

I wouldn't have quit if that was all it was.

Well, what do they expect from you?

Competition to recruit top players
from high schools is fierce.

The NCAA's been cracking down
on the more obvious money incentives.

Tickets, cars, the likes.
And hostesses offer...?

Hospitality.
The university never explicitly demands

that you show players a good time...

But if you don't, you don't get the goodies?

Yes. I quit. Jeanne needed the money
and the scholarship.

What else can you tell us?

We were close. She stuck by me
even though I quit the hostess crap.

She let me go on living here with her.

- She have a boyfriend?
- Brother. It's not allowed.

One of the unwritten rules.
Hostesses must always be available.

What was her state of mind
the last week or so?

- Drunk.
- Was Jeanne always a heavy drinker?

No. That's what's so weird.
At one point she never drank. But then...

When did she start?

After we got into the Sweet Sixteen,
there were, like, three days of celebrations.

After that she kinda lost her spark.

That's when she started drinking.

- What happened to her?
- I don't know.

I just know that's when she changed.

Her parents might know. She moved in
with them for a while after that.

Jeanne's room-mate said she changed
at the end of the season.

Shelley said she went into
a kind of depression. Drinking a lot.

Do you know why she changed?

Stress.

Mrs Gallagher,

we need to know.

Our girl was raped.

That's what happened to her.

Doctor-patient confidentiality
is the cornerstone of my practice.

Students know they can trust me.

Doctor, I hear you,
but this is a rape-homicide case.

Doctor, telling us about
your conversations with Jeanne

is the best thing you can do for her.

I don't know who raped Jeanne.
She never told me.

Did she know her attacker
or was it a stranger?

She told me it was a basketball player.

Did she give any specifics?

No. She never gave a name.

Did she say if he was black or white?

I don't know. She was consciously vague.
I didn't like to push her.

Dr Goodnall, he raped her.

He committed a felony.
The man should be in jail.

Look, three weeks after the rape,
Jeanne didn't have her period.

Here's a girl as happy as a lark,
and then she's facing an abortion.

Her parents were in denial.
She has nightmares, starts drinking.

I had my hands full, Detective.

Hey! I'm at eleven in a row here!

Bill Bradley used to do that.

Yeah, I read the McPhee book.

As hard as he trained,
I thought I'd train harder.

That's great, Chuck. We're more interested
in hearing about Jeanne Gallagher.

I told you already. We had words.

She was raped by a player
two months ago after a post-season party.

That was one hell of an ugly party.
It was before we knew each other.

You sure that's not what you
were arguing about the other night?

Yes.

Wasn't it, 'You drop a dime on me
and I'll kill you, yo'?

Where does he get this stuff?

He's got a fertile imagination.

- You both studied French Literature?
- Yeah. Why?

Well, communications,
basics of broadcasting...

But... Rimbaud?

Sure.

I know that First Blood
speaks to the existential angst

of being jerked around
by forces beyond your control.

What?

What did he say?

What a wonderful job
he thinks the police do.

He's not our doer.

In three years Mosley
will have a shoe named after him.

The highest honour in this society.

What about his work in class?

The last two books I needed,
Mosley had checked them out.

All the more exemplary,
in comparison to your typical player,

who expects to be entered as GPA
and have the fancy car and money deal.

What relationship did he and Jeanne have?

I don't know that they had one, of any kind.

Any basketball players in your class
who weren't quite so exemplary?

You mean someone white,
smug, stupid, drunk half the time,

a selfish player on and off the court?

Someone like Riley Kuger, you mean?

Riley, you got away with one before.
Do you wanna give us your side?

If I knew what you meant, I might.

How about Jeanne Gallagher's rape?

I did not rape her.

Let's talk about Wednesday night.

- Remember that far back?
- Yeah.

That thing that happened to her
was terrible but I didn't do it.

A 't.ing' didn't happen to her, Riley.

Someone dragged her into the bushes,
raped her and bashed her head in.

Those are actions.

- You think I raped Jeanne?
- You bet we do.

- I've got an alibi.
- What?

The campus police picked me up
that night, drunk.

They took me to their offices.
I slept there all night.

- More bad news.
- Let's hear.

Riley Kuger supposedly raped
Jeanne Gallagher two months ago.

It wasn't reported but everyone knows.

So use the rape
to pin the murder on Kuger.

Except he says he was in the custody
of campus police the night in question.

Security obstructed the investigation?

He offered an alibi before we asked.

When I was at St Rays
the word dunk hadn't been invented.

If it had, there wasn't one player
could touch the rim without ladders.

- Well, times have changed.
- Not that much.

When the dean of science
bought a Mustang,

the hottest car in the world,
in the fall of '64,

some fool got smashed
and took it for a spin.

The dean's new car?

Lost control on an icy road, hit another car
and broke the other driver's leg.

DUI, reckless endangerment and...

Campus police decided
the kid deserved another chance.

'Youthful indiscretions,' they said.

And that fool was you?

I was the schmo with the broken leg.

The driver was
a jerk named Anthony Shlosser.

He's a lackey in the mayor's office.

I would still like to ring his neck,
plus take a shot at campus security.

Riley Kuger said he was here
the night Jeanne Gallagher was raped.

- It's there.
- Yep.

The one in different ink
and different handwriting.

Where'd you get the blue star?

I headed a charity to build a decent gym.

The cut the ribbon my 19th year on the beat.

You wanna throw that in the garbage
with an accessory charge, do ya?

That'd be a hell of a way
to ruin a good career.

- Off the record?
- You know better than that.

Kuger said the girl was mad at him.
They'd broke up.

And? What?

He told us she was good
at using the system,

even though it was your basic
'He said... She said...'

So you covered his ass.

A girl with a grudge
can destroy a man

whether he did something or not.
I've seen it happen.

We are way past, 'He said... She said...'

We are now looking at rape-murder!

He wasn't here.

It was a mistake.

I'm sorry.

You should be.

- Salad!
- Good job.

- I could eat a whole steak.
- You could eat a whole steak?

I could eat a whole cow right now.

Hello, Daddy.

- I didn't think you were here.
- Why are you out of your room?

- Dad, I've been up there for days.
- I can count.

- Ready to talk?
- There's nothing to talk about.

Fine. Back to your cell.

I can't believe this.

I can't believe you tried
to sneak out and back in at 2:30am.

- Think you're handling this right?
- Yeah. I do.

- Well, I don't.
- OK. What have you got?

Suppose my parents
had dealt with me like that.

We wouldn't have had Maureen.

Hey!

Excuse me. I'm busy.

- Where are you on Jeanne Gallagher?
- I'm getting to it.

All we need is the DNA testing back.

Half my staff is out with flu.

I prepped the semen sample
personally but PCR takes a week.

The Gallagher girl?

I took a gander in the electron microscope.

Your doer's sperm count is way, way low.

- Beautiful. That's something.
- How soon can we have it?

Within an hour of getting
a suspect sample to compare.

Shouldn't be difficult
from a couple of horny students.

- Thanks.
- Thanks. See ya.

What you're asking of my students
is considered a venial sin.

Is confession still on Saturday,
cos I think they'll be out in time.

I object to your flippancy, Captain.

The police must set the highest
moral standards for young people.

That'd be great, Reverend,
but we have to solve crimes.

They're in here.

Do as they ask.

Let's get'em done.

When you've produced the sample,
wipe any excess spillage...

- I can't do this!
...and seal the lid.

Have a fight with your right hand?
Sure you can.

Let's go.

If you want to refuse,
brother Mosley, I'll stand with you.

- I can talk to you, right? No BS.
- I'm all ears.

Jeanne and I made love.

You were seen arguing.
Was that foreplay?

We argued later. Much later.

When did you make love?

Early. Before the party started.

We were just hangin' out.
Then she kisses me. It's nice.

She takes my hand...

You're giving me a heads up
that you'll ID positive?

That's just it. I'm not.

- Why?
- We used a condom.

I hope Mr Ward won't be late
for his own sentencing.

The defendant was killed while in custody,

in the same manner as his victim.

Then, this case is adjourned

because it is unnecessary.

Next case.

Hey, can I ask your advice
on a tough one?

- What, the campus murder?
- Yeah. Same vic, different crime.

It was a date rape.
Some jerk on the basketball team.

The problem is, the girl's dead.

The rape was two-months old
so any physical evidence is long gone.

- That makes it tough.
- Yeah.

Without evidence is there any other
way to bring charges against him?

If anyone knows, the grand jury
will give us an 805 hearsay exception.

I mean, provided the person
is credible enough.

How about a decorated ex-cop?
Is that credible enough for you?

Make him a reservation at Rikers.

- This place brings back memories.
- You didn't go here.

I didn't go anywhere
but it reminds me how badly I wanted to.

- You went to Queen's College!
- I commuted.

A new wife, a new kid.
I took classes at night.

I always wanted to live in the dorm.

- I even knew where.
- Where?

- Ready?
- Yeah.

- Everglades University.
- Everglades?

Playboy rated universities
by their sexual temperature.

EU. Always top of the list.

- I see you had your priorities.
- Thanks.

Who was in class
the day after Jeanne's murder?

I don't take attendance.
Who are you looking for?

Can you take a guess?

If you name some names,
I can tell you if they were there.

Chuck Mosley.

He was there. Chuck's not in trouble, is he?

Did you talk with him?

Now that you mention it,

he seemed distracted.

As if he had a lot on his mind.

It was a day of tragedy.

Most people looked pale, distracted.

But I don't remember him
making one comment that morning.

Was that odd for Chuck?

Very odd. I just wrote it off
as a hangover at the time.

Is that helpful?

Very helpful, Professor.

Thank you.
We're gonna be in touch with you.

The first time we spoke to him,
Chuck was an angel.

Now he's a hung-over slacker.

He doesn't remember
anybody in class till now.

Suddenly he remembers specifics.
What d'you think his angle is?

He's covering up for something.

The guy feeds us what we want to hear.

Which version of Chuck do you believe?
Star student or slacker?

Let's see what the suspect's sperm count is.
We'll have a better idea.

We got two healthy boys. Kuger
and Mosley's swimmers are shipshape.

- No kidding?
- Remember when, John?

- I could say the same to you.
- So are they free to go?

- We got no reason to hold Kuger.
- Mosley?

He wasn't straight with us about Jeanne.

Until we can confirm his alibi
about where he was, I say we keep him.

His mother is on the way in.

He was home by one. He had to be.
He had an early class.

- Does he have a curfew?
- Yes.

I have always insisted
that academics come first.

Only when his work is done
can he do extracurricular activities.

You consider big-time college
basketball extracurricular?

Are you serious?

My son has the potential to be
much more than a basketball player.

He is one of the best in the country.

As a pro he'd make more money
in a week than everybody here combined.

Nothing we could do to Mosley could
compare to the wrath of this woman.

We got no sperm.

His alibi's good. Let him go.

Rousseau's class
started as a seminar on French Lit.

Les Mis for all. A few weeks in,
Rousseau's eyeing Jeanne.

- Eyeing how?
- All moony. She didn't like it.

- Did she tell him?
- What? 'Don't look at me'?

He wasn't leering.
There's no law against looking, is there?

- There is against stalking.
- I know.

He was always in the library
or bookstore when she was.

- He'd claim he was an avid reader.
- Exactly.

He's a tenured professor.
They have to kill somebody to lose their job.

It often comes down to the student's
word against the professor's.

Miss Gallagher's not speaking much
these days.

I have talked with Henri and we've agreed
he'll modify his behaviour accordingly.

- In our world...
- In our world, Father,

behaviour modification means prison time.

- For unwanted attention? Please.
- Again, sir.

We call it stalking. Legally, harassment too.

If we find priors,
it's menacing in the first degree.

Menace, hm?
That's in the eye of the beholder, isn't it?

No, Father. It's in the eye
of the district attorney.

And then in 1976,
Rousseau was accused of forcing himself

on a girl during a bicentennial tequila bash.

She passed out and awoke
in his frat house

on the receiving end of a forceable oral cop.

- And?
- The girl was given cab fare.

Rousseau's fraternity
became known as 'I ate a pi'.

St Raymond's took him on
as a teaching assistant

and since then he's racked up
quite a string of maybes.

It's a time line in the history
of sex-crime legislation.

What did they call it before
date rape and sexual harassment?

Boys will be boys?

- Any arrests?
- Just say the magic word.

- I need physical evidence.
- Well, re-canvass the crime scene.

Do that.
Meanwhile search his home and office.

I think I'm falling in love with you, Abby.

Maureen.

Wait a minute.

What?

- I don't know. Whatever.
- Whatever? Is that an apology?

I'm not apologising.

But I won't stand here and have
a cold war with someone that I love.

Daddy, I didn't do anything. I promise.

I believe you. You're innocent. But you lied.

- I was just afraid.
- So am I.

Don't you understand? You're innocent
but I see the world day in, day out.

You sneak out during the night

and I end up picking up
your body parts in Jersey.

- Daddy!
- Come here.

Daddy, I'm sorry.

Me too.

- Hey. I love you.
- I love you too.

Yeah.

Can't people take a breather
before they let the healing begin?

'Enrolled in God's college now.'
'We love you, Jeanne.' Please!

- Come on, it's spontaneous emotion.
- The spot I die on,

be sure this never happens to it
or I'll haunt you.

Noted.
OK, so, where's Rousseau's office.

That way.

- But he walked this way every day.
- Familiarity.

We got reddish fragments in the wound?

They never found the murder weapon.
The rock, or brick, or whatever.

Maybe it's a building.

- A building?
- He pushes her around.

- Victim or attacker?
- Attacker.

He bashes her head into the wall?

Oh, no. You meant he hit her
over the head with the building. Gotcha.

Except the body was found over there
and we got no drag marks.

Forensics went over that area, but that's it.

Wait up.

- These stairs.
- Yeah.

What if...?

What if he pushed her?
What if he pushes her down the stairs?

This whole time we've been
assuming that the rock hit her.

Maybe she hit the rock.

Any notes he sent to Jeanne
that weren't about structure or theme?

I handle the papers and the grading.

Any conferences scheduled
after office hours?

- He keeps his own schedule.
- Becky. Listen.

We won't bust you.
All teachers have favourites.

But if you don't help us,
there will be another Jeanne Gallagher.

- That's his schedule.
- Yes, it is.

The 29th. 'Political Science at 10:20.'

'165th to reservoir.' What's that mean?

- That's a jogging path.
- He a jogger?

Why is he in Political Science?

- It's not him. It's her.
- This is Jeanne's schedule.

- Where is he now?
- He has class in 20 minutes.

- He prides himself on punctuality.
- I bet he does.

'Tes nobles jambes,
sous les volants qu'elles chassent,

'tourment les desires obscures
et les agacent...'

'The Flowers Of Evil.' Appropriate.

Very good. But I'm in the middle of a lecture.

Perhaps we can exchange
Baudelaire bon mots after class.

Let it rip now. Class is dismissed.

Henri Rousseau,
you are under arrest for the rape

and murder of Jeanne Gallagher.

Roll up your sleeve, please.

- I'm sorry. What?
- Roll up your sleeve, please.

It's kinda like a bad French film noir, isn't it?

All these cops around in a circle.
Some silent.

- Some lean in with cynical quips.
- Sort of.

So's what you did to Jeanne.
Throwin' her down the steps to shut her up.

That's not it.

- Then, enlighten us.
- I didn't rape her.

You raped her then pushed her.
Her head hit the stone steps.

Your semen sample's
at the lab awaiting your blood.

When they match,
you'll stand trial for rape-homicide.

- Miss, you're badgering my client.
- It's Detective not Miss.

We're not in court. Save the law
for someone who gives a damn.

I didn't kill her.

You thought if you dragged her body
into the bushes no one would see.

- It would give you time to clean up.
- No.

No? Maybe you figured
it would look like a stranger did it?

No. I didn't.

She was already dead.

- What do you mean?
- I mean she fell.

- I... I was watching them.
- Who?

The two of them. Mosley.

They were like animals.

Like weasels.

Then he left her.

I waited some more. I looked through
the window while she partied.

Finally she came out.

At the top step she... lost her footing.

She laughed... the way she always laughed.

Then she fell over her shoe.

And down she went.

I went to her.

I touched her.

Did you feel for her pulse?

Or something else?

I could tell she was dead.

So I... carried her into the garden.

Why?

Why?

So I could make love to her.

Excuse us.

Well, I'll be leaving now.

May God have mercy on your soul, my son.

But, er, you should also realise

that you're responsible
for your own legal fees.

- I make my confession to God.
- Make your peace with him, then.

If you drop the homicide,

I'll ask Dr Rousseau
to plead to sex with a deceased person.

Absent of witness?

- Who saw him push her?
- Do we have a deal?

- Yeah.
- A class-A misdemeanour. One year.

Probably suspended
with a recommendation for counselling.

Before your lawyer bails on you,

ask him what three, not one,
class-A felonies amount to.

- Three?
- We have you on obstruction

and disturbing a crime scene.

These carry one year each and
you will serve them consecutively.

- Charles, it's Mutt and Jeff.
- Which one's Mutt?

Did you come to help us pack?

I've moved dozens of times.
Divorce, creditors, I know what it's like.

- What are you laughing at?
- Nothing, ma'am.

- We don't bounce balls in the house.
- How's it goin'?

Other than the Nugget scout
not returning my call,

and the news calling me
Problem Child Four, great.

- There's the Knicks.
- What the hell.

Watch your mouth.

- So?
- I heard you're going to Tulane.

- Where did you hear that?
- I get information.

- Plus I'm a fan.
- Of Tulane?

Last year's sleeper in a round of sleepers.

But I'm a fan of yours.

Oh! In another year
you can cheer for me again.

You handled yourself like a man
throughout all this.

Whatever embarrassment it's caused you,

wearing the red jersey and movin' away,

- I apologise on behalf of my people.
- You're a weird cat, Munch.

But you're cool.

Thanks.

- Oh, yeah. Riley Kuger.
- The bastard.

He gets away with rape,
I lose a year of eligibility.

He gets away with nothing.
The Grand Jury can indict him.

- What goes around comes around.
- No, it doesn't.