All language subtitles for Face Down

[mysterious music]

[saxophone music]

[mysterious music]

[saxophone music]

[mysterious music]

[truck's bell dinging]

- Big bell going ding ding,
ding ding, ding, ding,

ding ding, man,
and all I was doing

was backing me truck up.

And everybody knows that our
bell goes ding ding, ding ding.

- I'm not talking
about your bell.

I'm talking about the guy
whose head you fucking crushed.

- That's what I'm saying, man.

If he listened to the bell
he would not get mashed up!

[workers chattering]

- Come on, do it.

- Look, I don't wanna
tell you again! Shut up!

Get outta here!

- [Albert] Everybody
fucking knows that!

You know that! I know that!

And we check the
bell in the morning.

We do all the
checkups all the time.

Bing bing bing bing!

- Quiet!

Detective Cooper, this
is Albert St. DuBois.

He was just telling
us about his bell.

- All right, you must be
the boss man around here.

How long I gotta
stay here for, huh?

- Relax, Mr. St. DuBois.
You'll live longer.

You still reside in Queens?

- Listen, I aint into
no shit, all right?

I'm an honest guy. Ask
the boys at the club.

In fact, I'm supposed
to be down there

playing dominoes right now.

- You kept your nose
clean since you been out?

- Aw, man, that armed
robbery rap was bullshit.

Some other dude did it!

- Okay, Mr. St. DuBois, beat it.

- What you mean? I can go?

- Prelim says the guy was
dead before you got there.

- Hey [laughs]. All right.

Gonna party tonight.

[Albert chattering]

- I know how much this
has broken you up.

Hey, hey.

- Okay, okay, okay.
Me outta here, man.

- Have a nice day.
Don't hurt anybody.

I enjoy the poetry here, Curtis.

A scumbag like this ends
up dead in the gutter

crushed by a garbage truck.

Goddam, it's enough
to make yourself

believe in justice again.

[mysterious music]

- It's a shock.

I had dinner with
him just last night.

We talked about the
future, together.

Now.

Maybe there's a mistake?

- There's no mistake, Connie.

- But you said positive
identification was difficult.

- Well, we did
receive documentation

just this morning from Dayton.

I'm sorry, Connie, um.

I'm afraid your fiance
is already married.

[Connie crying]

- I don't understand.

- Well, Connie, you must
have had some suspicion

before you came
to us, um, right?

[Connie crying]

- Oh, sorry, Bob.

- Ms. Taubenfeld, you know
my partner, Herb AAmes?

- Ms. Taubenfeld,
please, excuse me.

[Connie exhaling]

- Oh, ha.

Well.

It sounds funny under
the circumstances, but

thank you, Mr. Signorelli.

- Bob.

Listen, Connie,

strictly speaking,
it is unethical,

but maybe I could take you out

for a couple of
stiff drinks tonight.

I know a place.

- Oh.

Oh, I ...

I don't think so. I mean.

- You're probably right.
It was just a suggestion.

[soft jazz music]

- Well, oh ...

Um.

Maybe I could meet you.

Just for a drink.

- The Blue Cage. Do you know it?

- Mm-hm.

- Good music, food.

Say, um, eight o'clock?

[soft jazz music]

Yes.

- We got subpoenaed
on that Crawford deal.

[papers thumping]

You bastard.

- Me? I told you not to
get mixed up with Crawford.

- I'm not talking
about Crawford.

I'm talking about coming
on to that Taubenfeld babe.

Strictly speaking,
it's not ethical.

- Herbie, don't practice
your eavesdropping

techniques on me, okay?

Gotta do something to
make this job interesting.

- Hey, you know what?

I'm not in business to
keep you entertained.

Look at this. You don't even
keep track of the days anymore.

It's not Thursday, Bob.
It's Monday, the 18th.

Christ.

[door slamming]

Hey, Emily, I'm gone.

[jazz music]

[dramatic jazz music]

[soft music]

- Just wait right there.

- Registration, out-of-state
license renewal.

[muffled speaking]

Mr. Signorelli, I
have something here

that's gonna make your day.

- Yeah, well, something better.

- Excuse me.

Could I see a detective please?

[soft jazz music]

- [Emily] I'm sorry,
Mr. Aames is out,

and Mr. Signorelli has
another appointment.

I could schedule one for you.

- How soon could I get
in to see one of them?

It's kind of important.

- Miss Jones, my 11:45 canceled.

Did I happen to mention that?

- Uh ...

Perhaps you could see Miss uh--

- Lake?

Merre with two E's, M-E-R-R-E.

Or do you want my real name?

- Well your real
name, unless you ...

- Meredith.

- Meredith what?

- Lake.

No, see the last part is real.

It's just that I
always use Merre

because Meredith sounds
so stuck-up or something.

- I understand.
Robert Signorelli.

Bob.

- Robert's more distinguished.

- Won't you step into my office?

- [Emily] Eat shit.

- What?

- Oh, nothing.

[door closing]

[Emily snorting]

- Good morning.

- Dr. Pilch, I'm very sorry.

Mr. Signorelli had
to cancel his 11:45

appointment with you.

It's just that
something came up.

- And this car has
been following you?

- It's never the same car twice.

The same kind of car, though.

Four door.

Like what somebody's grandma
would drive or something.

But never exactly the same.

I started noticing
it about a week ago.

- Miss Lake,
Manhattan's a big place.

There's lots of cars that
fit that description.

- Someone was in my apartment
last week while I was at work.

- Did you call the police?

- No.

Nothing was taken, but
somebody was in there.

You can tell when somebody's
been in your place.

Even if nothing's messed
up, you can just tell.

You have a very big fish.

I noticed it the moment I walked
in here. Look at this guy.

Fish, fish, fish.

- And why did you come to us?

- You were the first
ones in the phone book.

But more importantly, you
were closer to the subway.

I work for Derek Fry
Gallery, 77th and Lex,

so I can take the F train
practically right here.

- I meant, what do
you want us to do?

- Find out who it
is and tell him

to leave me alone or something.

- Miss Lake, Merre,
with two E's,

my partner and I get $50
an hour plus expenses.

Now that could add up pretty
fast if you don't know

who you're looking for or why.

[soft dramatic music]

I'm sorry I can't
be of more help,

but if you have something
more to go on, give us a call.

We can, uh, talk again.

Anytime.

- Thank you for
being honest with me.

Not many people have been.

- Aw.

- Thank you again.

[soft jazz music]

- Mr. Signorelli,
Mr. Signorelli, I
got the information

you wanted from the DMV.

- Great, thank you.

- It took me three hours,

but I got into their
computer system.

- That's great.

- Yeah.

Thanks, Emily.

- Emily?

- Yeah.

- Call Connie Taubenfeld.

Tell her I won't be
able to make it tonight.

[soft mysterious music]

[knocking on glass]

- [Derek] Yeah?

- Mr. Fry?

I was wondering if I might
have a word with you.

It's about Meredith, or Merre,

whatever she's calling
herself this week.

Frankly, in the last two
weeks, she's become, well

somewhat of an embarrassment.

[soft music]

- How so?

- Last Monday, she said
the Guy Desmond acrylics

looked like vomit.

[Derek chuckling]

Actually, puke was
the word she used.

This comment was loud
enough to be overheard

by others in the gallery.

- It's refreshingly honest,
don't you think [chuckles]?

- No, Mr. Fry, I do not,

nor do I think this is
any way to run a business,

bringing in people
with no experience.

- Jacob.

Jacob, if I elect to extend
a helping had to someone

I believe desperately needs
a helping hand, I'll do so.

And as far as this
business is concerned,

it's my name on the
front out there, so

I'll run it any way I
damn well please, okay?

Oh, Jacob.

There's no need to sulk.

- [Newscaster] The body of
Manhattan attorney Richard Casio

was found in Chinatown
early this morning

by a sanitation worker.

The exact cause of death
has not been established

due to the condition of the body

at the time of the discovery.

But foul play is suspected.

This brings to 95
the number of murders

in the Triboro area--

- I'd like to introduce
you to this piece.

It's by Henrik Gunter.
He's a young artist.

[keys tapping rapidly]

[soft music]

[Merre humming]

[soft music and singing]

[phone ringing]

- Yeah?

Derek Fry Galleries,
how may I help you?

Oh, hi.

- Hi, I was just
standing here working,

thinking about you and ...

[shutter clicking]

Thought maybe you'd like to
go out for drinks tonight.

You know, talk about,
about your problems.

No charge.

I know this great place.
Good food, great music.

What say I pick you up?

Seven o'clock? Perfect.

- Bye.

[soft music and singing]

[shutter clicking]

[phone beeping]

[gentle music]

[shutter clicking]

- Hey, hey you!
What are you doing?

[gentle music]

[engine sputtering]

- [Woman] Get him!

- [Monty] Hey!

- [Woman] Monty!

Monty!

- [Monty] Come back
here! Hey, get back here!

- Yo, Herb, yeah, it's Bob.

Listen, you can set up that
meeting with Mr. Goldstein

regarding his wife's trips
to the city to go shopping.

Oh yeah. Three prints of each.

- Yeah.

- Uh-huh.

[light music]

Dr. Pilch? Yeah, he canceled.

I don't know what
the problem was.

Listen, Herb, about
Goldstein and his wife,

do you think you could
talk to him about that.

I've kinda had my quota of
broken hearts this week.

Yeah, I gotta go, bye.

[light music]

- [Clerk] Thank you,
and have a nice day.

- Thank you.

[soft jazz music]

- Hi, Robert, have a seat.

[cartoon talking
gibberish on TV]

[door buzzing]

[door buzzing]

Hi.

Sorry I'm late getting
ready. Come on in.

[laughing on TV]

I was so freaked
out when I got home.

Somebody was in here again.

Nothing was touched.
Just like before.

It's so weird. I'll
be ready in a sec.

- How did you know?

- Someone was here?

- Well, like I said,
you can always tell

about things like that,
but I could especially tell

because of the remote
control for the TV.

I was watching Letterman
last night and looking

in the TV Guide, you know,
to see if there was a movie.

There was nothing any good,
so I decided to go to bed.

I put the TV Guide
on the coffee table

and the remote
control on top of it.

I always do that,
because if I don't,

I can never find the remote.

[water running]

So I come home this afternoon
and the remote was moved.

- Well, maybe last
night you didn't put

the remote on the TV Guide.

- Mm-mm, nope, I'm
dumb in some ways

but not about things like that.

It's the way my mind works.

Some people have
that kind of mind.

Could you?

[zipper sliding]

So I figure whoever was
in here musta moved it.

That would explain why it
wasn't on the TV Guide.

- Yeah, maybe. You a model?

- Tried it for a while.
Was in a few things.

Catalog stuff mostly.

Not exactly the big break I
dreamed about when I moved here.

- Mind an observation?

- What?

- Well, for a girl who
thinks her apartment has been

broken into twice and also
thinks she's being followed,

you don't seem all that um ...

- What?

- Shook up.

- Yeah, I'm funny that way, huh?

- [Derek] She didn't say
where she was going, did she?

- Just got a phone
call and left.

- I'm sorry, Jacob. I
feel I owe you an apology.

I think you may have been
right about her behavior.

[jazz music]

- Well we'll just have
to figure that out.

That's a problem that
could be handled.

- I can't tell you
what this means.

And I know you have
more important stuff.

- No me? Nah.

The case this week, this
babe suspects that something

was up with her boyfriend, but
the reason she suspects this

is because he's put off
them getting married

eight times in the last year.

Now, every three weeks, he
puts off them getting married.

- [Merre] Oh no, really?

- And she begins to
suspect something is up.

She's not sure, but
she just suspects.

Now it turns out, this guy
that she was gonna marry,

he already has a wife.

- [Merre] Oh no.

- A not-too-bright third
grader coulda figured this out.

But no, I mean, she's
gotta hire me to ...

Connie? Connie.

Didn't my office call you?

- No.

- Oh well I ...

I don't know what to say.
Something just came up.

- I'm sure it did.

It's okay.

It's okay.

On second thought,
it isn't okay!

[crowd gasping]

- Ow!

- What is this?

- Displaced aggression, honey.

I been looking to sock
somebody all afternoon.

Get outta my way.

- Why'd she do that?

- [Connie] I'm going
back to Bonneville.

- Talk about overreacting.

- Say hey, Bobby.

How's every little thing?

What you been
working on, gumshoe?

- My income tax.

- Who's the blonde?

- As if it's any
business of yours.

- I'm always interested
in you, Bobby.

You and your friends.

[muffled jazz music]

[jazz music]

- Are you okay?

Gee, that must hurt a lot.

- Occupational hazard.

[Coop laughing]

- You know those guys?

- Some of them.

Look, maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.

This place is starting to
get a little too crowded.

- Okay, sure, whatever.

Only, will we be
eating sometime?

Like, I only ask
because I have to take

this medication with food.

That's the only reason.
Otherwise, it wouldn't matter.

- Yeah, sure, we'll
go eat. Come on.

- I'd like to blow
his fucking head off.

- Better watch saying
shit like that.

IA's nosing around the division.

- What? Somebody rip off
the parking meter receipts?

- No, worse, I heard.

[jazz music]

- So you try, you
try and you try,

and you do everything
you can, you know,

to try to keep pounds off,
but no matter what you do,

they just sort of
stick to you, you know?

Like this constant
battle to stay fit.

You know what I mean?

- You look pretty good to me.

- No no no, for the camera.
It's not just fat, though.

Fat you can deal with,
but the bone structure

has a lot to do with it.

And God, what can you
do about bone structure?

Either you've got
it or you don't.

You have very good
bone structure.

You have nice cheekbones.

You're Italian, right? Italians
have good bone structure.

Generally.

I mean, God, look
at Sophia Loren.

Talk about bone structure.

[Merre laughing]

What was I just talking about?

Modeling, you asked
me about modeling.

Okay, well, generally
it was the people.

You know, I had a couple
of bad experiences.

You know, you get
talked into things,

and then you wish you hadn't.

But I got lucky,
because I got this job.

Came right outta the
blue. It rescued me.

[soft mysterious music]

See, I told you.

It's one of them that
was following me.

- [Female Diner] Oh,
no, we're supposed

to be waiting outside.

- [Male Diner] Really?

- [Female Diner] She's
always like wait outside,

wait outside, but be careful

because you don't wanna killed.

- [Male Diner] Yeah, sure.

[jazz music]

[suspenseful music]

- I'm sorry.

I thought it was.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

I understand.

[suspenseful music]

[train whooshing]

- Hey!

Wait!

Ooh!

- I'm sorry about this,
but it'll be quicker.

The shows are out, so
there won't be any cabs.

- I don't mind.
Honestly I don't.

Sometimes I ride
the subway for fun.

Yup, I do, the D train.

You know how it
runs out to Brooklyn

and you can see the whole city?

Sometimes I ride
it back and forth,

when I wanna think or be alone.

Sometimes when the
train is coming,

I stand with my toes
on the line here.

Closest they let
you get to the edge.

Ever do that?

And you hear that rumble,

and the rails make
that whipping sound.

And the wind rushes at you,

and the light's streaking
across the tile.

At just the right moment,
one step forward and ...

Haven't you ever wondered
what it'd be like

in that last split second?

[soft jazz music]

- Strangely, no.

No.

- Yes you have, I bet.

Yes you have.

[train whistling]

I wanna talk about that
big complicated thing

that you think about,
just step forward.

[train clattering]

[jazz music]

[soft jazz music]

[girl screaming]

[dramatic jazz music]

[Bob gasping]

[dog barking in distance]

[siren blaring in distance]

[soft jazz music]

[train clattering]

[soft jazz music]

[dog barking in distance]

[mysterious music]

- It's mine.

- Dangerous keeping
a loading gun.

[gun clicking]

- Yes, I suppose it is.

I don't know much
about guns really.

Shouldn't even have it, I guess.

- Fired it recently?

- No.

Never.

[soft jazz music]

I'll get rid of it tomorrow.

Unless you really wanna
talk about it now.

[soft jazz music]

What's this towel?

- Modesty.

- It's too late for that.

[soft jazz music]

No secrets.

- No doubt about it, entry
wound, front cranial.

I know this much, it's a 22.

If you can find
it, I can make it.

And I got good
marks from the slug

embedded in the heart tissue.

Two shots, point black.

One in the head,
one in the pump.

Bad ass stuff.

- Waldorf Astoria.

- [Artie] The only thing
that doesn't fit is why

this guy would use
some candy ass 22.

- Artie, it's your wife.

I can't talk to you now, honey.

I'll have to talk to you later.

- Very funny.

Hello, yeah.

- What makes us think that
the shooter was a guy?

- Because this was a very
precise, professional hit.

- Wouldn't rule out
a crime of passion.

It's just a thought.

- [Artie] Yeah, send them
in a cab for Christ sake.

- You're lucky it didn't break.

A new crown would set
you back about 400 bucks.

- Jesus Christ, Bob,
you stood up Dr. Pilch?

- Pilch? I know
him, Charles Pilch?

He's a surgeon.

- Look, I know the business
doesn't mean shit to you,

but it's my livelihood.

It supports my family.

Dr. Pilch can throw
a lotta work our way.

- Surgeons are always
being sued by somebody.

- I can't believe you're willing

to blow this off for some bimbo.

You know, she's down
there right now?

- She is?

- She just wandered in.

Is this gonna be a daily
occurrence in the office?

- I wouldn't, Bob.
Epoxy waits for no man.

- Jesus Christ, Bob.

As soon as you get that
stick outta your mouth ...

- [Dentist] Eight more minutes.

- [Herb] I want you in your
car and over to Dr. Pilch's.

[muffled speaking]

- What?

- The battery's dead.
The car won't start.

- Then take a cab.

You walk in the
door oozing concern.

Whatever him and his
lawyer want, you do it.

I want you over there
by the end of the day.

I hope the fucking Novocaine
wears off before he's done.

[door banging]

I am so sorry. Bob's tied up.

I'm just leaving. Can
I drop you somewhere?

- I can wait for Bob.

[pair chattering]

- Can you hold the
elevator please?

No, it'll be fine.

Here we go. We're going down.

- I just wanted to
know, but I can wait.

- I'll take care of it,
okay. I'm a professional.

[door opening]

[footsteps thudding]

[engine idling]

[mysterious music]

[wipers squeaking]

- Well, here we are.

Everything seems fine.

[soft jazz music]

Bye-bye now.

[gun firing]

[Merre gasping]

[horn blaring]

[Merre whimpering]

[horn blaring]

[dramatic music]

[jazz music]

[horn blaring]

[Merre squealing]

- [Man] The guy was shot.

[horn blaring]

[jazz music]

[crowd chattering]

[soft jazz music]

- [Man] Taxi!

[soft music]

[people chattering]

[soft music]

[train clattering]

- I don't know what
more you need to see.

This guy's running up
and down that ladder

like a circus bear.

- I have to say, Charles, I
agree with Mr. Signorelli.

He's claiming
injuries that preclude

that kind of physical activity.

- We need something to
positively establish the date.

Video cameras can be reset.

I assure you. His lawyer
will make that point.

- But we have Mr. Signorelli's
sworn testimony, don't we?

- Mr. Signorelli's
testimony may not

carry the required weight.

- I don't understand.

- Counselor's just trying
to be delicate, Doctor.

A couple of years back, I
was discharged by the NYPD

for providing false information.

- I see.

Would you excuse us for
a moment, Mr. Signorelli?

[men murmuring]

[pages flipping]

[Ira clearing throat]

Under the circumstances, Mr.
Signorelli, my attorney and I

would be happier if
Mr. Aames were to take

the case from this point on.

There's no offense intended.

- None taken.

- Oh, is there something
I can help you with?

- I was just curious
about a drug.

Lithubib? A friend
of mine is taking it.

- Prescribed by an MD?

- Regular prescription.

- How well do you
know this friend?

- Acquaintance, more like.

- Well it's a lithium
carbonate compound.

It's used to control
certain types

of schizophrenic behavior.

There's no other application.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.
There's a phone call.

Mr. Signorelli, it's for you.

It's the police.

- Please just let me go!
- No, no, honey.

[woman shouting]

[upbeat dramatic music]

- [Officer] Excuse me.

- I know this guy. Come on!

- Hey, hey, come on.

[dramatic music]

[woman shouting]

- You son of a bitch!

- I didn't know.

- He took you in when
nobody else would,

and this is what he gets for it!

He was your friend! The
only one you had left!

[dramatic jazz music]

- Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

- Coop.

- This is my partner,
Curtis Lowell.

This is Bobby Signorelli,
formerly of the NYPD.

- What happened?

- Somebody dropped a
hammer on your partner,

split his head in two.

I hope you got
some good answers,

because I got some
great questions.

[Bob exhaling]

- Could have been
some kinda payback.

Somebody wanted to
get even with her,

and your partner
just got in the way.

- Payback for what?

Listen, fellas, I'm
trying to tell you,

this girl didn't have a
clue about any of this.

All right, she might
be a little goofy,

but if she was involved
in anything, she
would have told me.

- Is that right, Bobby.

Bobby loves a goofy kid.
He's always up for a laugh.

Well, laugh this one off, pal.

We got three tapes like this.

They were all shot last year,

and they all got two
things in common,

your girlfriend and a
guy named Richard Casio.

- I guess I'm supposed
to reach to that name.

Sorry, it means nothing to me.

- He was a lawyer.
Notice the past tense?

- Really successful.

Among other things,
he defended porno

producers and distributors.

Liked it so much, he
decided to back a few.

He got a guy named Parker
Frager to shoot them.

Nothing fancy.

Frager specializes in what
you call amateur tapes.

Down and dirty.

You get a girl, guy or two,
and you get a video camera.

- No business like
show business, huh?

[Merre moaning]

- [Curtis] Two nights ago,
Casio had a date for drinks

at the Cradle of China
off Columbus Avenue.

His guest never shows.

Instead, he gets a
phone call around 11:15.

We figure it's the
guest canceling.

At any rate, the bartender
said that when he left

he was really pissed off.

Never made it to his car.

- A setup?

- Shot twice, with a 22.

- [Curtis] Seen this before?

- If she was involved with
anything, she woulda told me.

Goddammit, sounds like
old times, doesn't it?

Yeah, just like two years ago.

Little bit different,
little bit different!

You got your fingerprints,
I'm all right,

you got your fingerprints
all over the gun this time!

That babe who works for you,
Emily Jones, she says to me

that you and this broad
have got something going.

Let me tell you something.

If there's any
fucking way, asshole,

you are going down this time!

- Go!

[door closing]

- Woo.

[Merre moaning]

Seen enough?

- Yeah.

- Look, Bob.

I don't know if you're aware
of the deal with this girl.

She's schizoid.

Manic-depressive.

[lighter clicking]

She's totally fucked up.

She can control it
with medication, but

we've got indications that
she hasn't been taking it.

- Oh really?

- Yeah.

We found a bottle in
her medicine chest.

Label says two times a day,
one capsule every 12 hours.

But the bottle was full. Cotton
still stuffed in the top.

- Hm.

- Obviously, Cooper's got
his opinions about you,

but I'm gonna take a chance.

Coop's gonna scream, but
I think that I can get you

out on the street if you'll
just do one little favor for me.

- [smirks] Listen, Curtis.
Your name is Curtis, isn't it?

Now in about an
hour and 10 minutes,

you're either gonna have
to charge me or let me go.

And you don't have
enough to charge me.

- You sure about that?

- Well, I figure the DA told
you no dice this morning.

My tip-off was your
partner's attitude.

Now what is it
you want me to do?

- Bring the girl in.

- Well.

Well somebody better,
and pretty quick.

Because last night,

she was talking about stepping
in front of a subway train.

[door slamming]

[officers chattering]

- Tell him Gary Ritter from
Internal Affairs is here.

Hey, Signorelli.
Long time no see.

I'd like to keep it that way.

[officers chattering]

- What's going on between
you and Signorelli?

- Nothing.

- I got a right to know.

- Nothing.

- Bullshit nothing.

Last I heard he got
booted for lying,

for covering for some guy.

- He killed a kid, a little
Chinese girl, all right?

- What are you talking about?

- He was responsible, same
as if he pulled the trigger.

They shoulda shipped
his ass up the river.

Instead, they give
him a bad conduct.

Hey, move the vehicle!

Hey.

- [Man] I'm coming!

- Coop, you gotta let this
crap go. This is not worth it.

- Listen to me.

I was working the case
with armed robbery.

Turns out the guy
behind it is a snitch

that Signorelli was using.

The shit cries on
Bobby's shoulder,

tells him some other
dude done it or whatever

the bullshit is
that they hand you,

and I tell Bobby
this guy is dirty.

But he takes the
word of the shit.

Now we never got
along, me and Bobby,

but what the hell
kinda thing is that?

Taking the word
of a piece of shit

over a fellow officer, right?

I told him this guy is dirty.

He lies for the guy.
He gives him an alibi.

The DA doesn't file,
and that's that.

Three weeks later,
the snitch sticks up

a mom-and-pop
grocery in Chinatown.

There's a little girl there.

Something rattles the
asshole. He starts shooting.

The little girl takes a--

- All right, all right.

- She takes one
right in the chest.

But she doesn't die
right away, see.

Her lungs fill with
blood, and she drowns.

Could you imagine
that, seven years old

and drowning to death
in your own blood?

And that's why we don't like

Bobby Signorelli very
much, huh, partner?

[door opening]

[papers rattling]

- I need this job like I
need a hole in my head.

[items crashing]

Shit.

[door closing]

[door creaking]

I'm expecting friends
here any minute.

Any second even. Just
don't try anything.

- So, did you ask to
see a search warrant

before you let the cops in here?

- I assumed they had one.

- And of course
you gladly answered

every goddam question
they asked you?

- Well, what was I
supposed to do, stutter?

- You weren't supposed to
stick a knife in my back!

You're fired.

- Like I really planned
on hanging around.

- Aw, shut up.

- And I wouldn't touch
any of Mr. Aames' things.

You already in enough trouble.

- Get outta here and take
your donuts with you.

- I'll be back for the
rest of my stuff later.

- Yeah, yeah.

[bell tolling in distance]

[engine sputtering and starting]

[engine idling]

[can rattling]

[soft dramatic music]

[engines idling]

[tires squealing]

[horns honking]

- [Cooper] His name
is Bob Signorelli.

This is a picture for you.

All I need to know is
if you saw this man

with her before last Thursday.

- All right, fine,
I'll pass it along.

- [Derek] Is he
involved in this?

- [Coop] Just something
we're checking.

We know he's
associated with Merre.

- You got anybody
following Bob Signorelli?

- Yeah, I asked Frank Norris
to keep an eye on him today.

- Yeah, well, he lost him.

Christ, Coop, I don't recall
you getting any authorization

for surveillance from
Captain McGuinness.

- Curtis, I thought I explained
to you in some detail.

We don't like Bob Signarelli.

[traffic passing]

[knocking on door]

- All right, all right,
I'm coming [mutters].

Randy, that you?

- My name is Bob
Signorelli, Mr. Frager.

- Hey, sorry, I aint
open to the public.

- Yeah, well, I'd
like to talk to you.

I'm not with the
police or anything.

I'd just like to ask you about
a woman named Meredith Lake.

- Aw, beat it, man.

- No no no, it'll just take a
couple of minutes, I promise.

- Hey, hey, you understand
English? Get hosed.

- Why don't you just don't
stand behind the door, okay?

- What?

- Just move a little
over to the side.

I'm gonna shoot
the deadbolt off.

- Whoa, whoa, fuck! Hold
it, man, hang on a second.

Jesus.

- I'm onset right now.

- Look, what do you
want from me, huh?

I mean, I've only
seen her twice.

Once at a party Casio had.

And like once when we put
her on tape, you know,

and that's all I
know about that.

- [Bob] Well how did she behave

those two times you saw her?

- Hey, kinda cute at
the party, I remember.

Maybe a little hyper, you know,

lathering up at the
mouth like that.

She got a little weirded
out when she was here,

you know, while we was taping.

That happens sometimes.

Bella.

Hey, sweet 16 and
never been kissed.

- You're killing me here.

- There you go. Don't worry,
go to the couch, good.

- Has she done this before?

- Hey, this is First-Time
Foxes. You know, fresh tape.

And I never screw
with the concept.

People trust me
on that [sniffs].

- You got a cold?

- Fuck you.

- Casio back you on this?

- Yeah, well, I was a
little short on cash,

so he paid for the tape
duplication and distribution

on the stuff I did with that
Meredith and that was all.

Look over here, honey. Up here.

It was a 50-50 deal.

I was supposed to
get half the net

on those three tapes,
and I got dick.

Between you, me
and the lamppost,

the guy was a fucking
bloodsucker and I aint

totally surprised at
the way he ended up.

You know what I'm saying?

Randy! Get off the phone,
get your ass over there.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Don't be nervous, all right.

All right.

You're just doing
what comes natural,

like with your boyfriend
in the backseat

of the car, okay, honey?

- How you doing?

- [Parker] Let me see
what you look like

on our knees there, honey.

- Come on.

What's your name?

- Sherri.

- Sounds like a pretty
tough businessman.

Might have friends who wanna
get to the person who got him.

- Yeah, well, I knew
him as much as anybody,

and I hated his fucking guts.

I mean, Casio made a lot
of his money in cash,

if you know what I mean.

On account of the type of
clients he represented.

So he had cash, he could
front you off the books.

That way, you don't
gotta involve the IRS,

except the leech would charge

through the fucking
nose for it, you know.

And I ...

Now, look, if you'll excuse me,

there's an issue of
modesty here, huh?

You remember where
the door is, right?

- Oh yeah.

- Good.

- Oops.

[camera crashing]

- [Parker] What the fuck?
Hey, what are you doing?

- Oh, I bet that was expensive.

You've got insurance, right?

- Hey! Hey, you bastard!

- Yeah, I get that
complaint all the time.

- I can't get parts
for that sh ...

Aw, fuck me!

- We still happening or what?

- I woulda remembered
somebody like her, for sure.

Absolutely.

- Well take another
look. The face this time.

- I don't know.

Maybe.

Yeah, the conductor on the D
train. He had me take a look.

There's too many
homeless around, crazies.

You don't pay too much
attention, you know what I mean?

- Well, you pay enough to
see which way she went?

- Yeah.

Yeah, come to think of it.

Some sailors were
hitting on her.

Some of these girls,
out on the street,

they put out pretty
easy, for a few bucks.

Maybe they made the same
stop. That's all I know.

Oh, one of these sailor boys

was talking a lot
about Zanzibar.

Guess he was trying
to impress her

with what worldly
guys they were.

Like they really
been to Zanzibar!

[soft jazz music]

[jazz music]

[indistinct singing]

[jazz music]

- Come on, Vince man,

you can tell she's not right
just by looking at her.

- She looks all right to me.

- Yeah, I can't so I'm fine.

- Hey, darling, you wanna
20 bucks the easy way?

- Let's just go, man.

- Come on, sweetums.

- What?

- Sure, I got
nothing better to do.

Walk around with drunks
trying to find some--

- Can you spare any change?

[jazz music]

Anything you got

would be fine.

[jazz music]

- Here, pal, everybody scores
tonight. Knock yourself out.

- I can take a cab.

- Come on, sweetie.

- I mean if that's
what this is for.

I, I have a place to live.

[jazz music]

What? It's filthy in here.

Hey, what are you doing?

[machine banging]

- Gotta be careful, right?

- I'm gonna go. I
have to go, I ...

Stop it!

- Relax!

- No!

Let me out of here!

[dramatic jazz music]

Stop that!

- Hey!

[door breaking]

[Bob groaning]

[fist banging]

[body thudding]

Let's go.

- You bet.

[dramatic music]

- You better call
the Shore Patrol.

There's a guy in the
head with a fractured

skull and a hard-on.

- The whole time, I kept
saying, Robert will be here.

- Shut up.
- Robert will be here.

- I did, and here he
is. Where are we going?

- Straight to the police. Taxi!

- Why?

- Because you're gonna tell
them I had nothing to do

with shooting your pal Casio,

and then you're gonna
tell us who whacked Herb!

He had a wife and kids. Does
that mean anything to you?

[horn blaring]

[Merre screaming]

[Merre crying]

Merre!

[Merre screaming]

Merre, what's going on?

It's okay, it's all
right. It's okay.

- No!

No!

- Everything's
just fine. Come on.

[Merre crying]

Merre, it's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's all right. You all right?

You're safe.

It's okay. You're safe.

It's all right.

[siren blaring]

[jazz music]

It's okay.

[siren blaring]

It's okay.

[jazz music]

- [Man] Hey, you
need a ride, honey?

- She's with me, pal!

Would you stay put?

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, you and Brenda
Lee. Keep the hands down.

[sign buzzing]

- He's a nice guy. I like him.

I like him. He's an honest guy.

Handsome.

Got a nice coat.

Sure likes to read
stuff in books.

Look at him and that book.

[both shouting]

- [Merre] It's a rule,
it's a rule, it's a rule!

- You're not doing
anything! Come on!

- No.

- What do you mean no?

- [Neighbor] Shut up!

- No, no!

[group shouting]

- Come on!

I said I'm running
outta patience!

You're taking the
goddam medication!

- No!

- You take it, or I'm gonna
shove it down your throat!

- I take medication
after eating!

- Take it now!

- No, I don't want to!

I don't have to, stop it!

- You don't know what
you're supposed to do!

You're fucking crazy!

- No!

- I'm gonna go out and
get you food. You're nuts!

- No!

- Maybe you could get
a job delivering pizza.

[bags rattling]

Thanks.

[bell dinging]

- You're not asking for
a second chance, Armond.

This would be an
eighth or ninth chance.

I know you're hurting,
but I've got feelings too.

You never think about my
feelings. You know why?

Because you're selfish. You're
a selfish person, Armond.

And it's not just me that
says this. Everybody knows.

A lot of people think this.

Okay, okay, okay.

Luann and Dez think this,

and they said this even
before we were going out.

They said that you're
a selfish person.

Armond.

Could you hold on? Hold on!

- Look, uh ...

- What do you want?

- Do you wanna make some money?

- Depends.

- I'm looking for clothes to
fit somebody about your size.

You got anything you
might wanna sell?

- Maybe.

200 bucks.

[bed creaking]

[soft jazz music]

[pills rattling]

[soft jazz music]

[siren blaring in distance]

[soft jazz music]

- I can handle this case
on my own, Cap. And better.

- How long you been here,
Curtis? Three years?

You been on homicide
for what? 10 months.

John Cooper's been
here for 20 years.

[workers chattering]

- Maybe I've only been in
this division for 10 months.

Maybe, uh, maybe that
means I'm not all hung up

on Bob Signorelli like
everybody else is around here.

Cooper in particular.

You shoulda heard
him the other day.

He was going on about the guy.

- It was a bad scene what
happened with Signorelli.

- But that doesn't mean that
he's behind the Casio thing.

- And it doesn't
mean he isn't either.

- Cap, you seen Curtis?

We just got a call.
Positive on the Lake woman.

Crystal Pharmacy,
Signorelli was with her.

- Curtis.

We were about finished
here, don't you think?

[door slamming]

Give me Internal
Affairs, Gary Ritter.

It's McGuiness over at R and H.

Gary.

You guys been giving my
department the eyeball

for the last couple of weeks.

I want you to tell me what's up.

[water running]

[water stopping]

[people shouting in distance]

- What day is it?

- Thursday.

- The?

- 21st of March.

Memory problems, Merre?

- Meredith.

- Oh, yes, Meredith, of course.

I forgot.

You remember who I am at all?

- Robert.

A policeman or something.

- Used to be.

Does the name Richard
Casio mean anything to you?

Well I'll take that as a yes.

By the way, he's dead.

- Oh, is he?

Don't read too much
into the hand tremor.

It's a reaction to the
lithium, nothing more.

The only thing that concerns
me about Richard Casio's death

is that it might not have
been slow and painful.

- Your heart?

[children shouting at play]

- Not mine.

- Well you've worn it
the last three days.

- I picked it up somewhere.

I have a habit of
picking up junk.

What time did I
take my medication?

- 10:30, 11 last night.

- Where is it?

- Your prescription? It's safe.

[engines revving]

[match striking]

[engines revving]

- The shaking's a
problem with lithium.

But when you consider
the options ...

- You been this way
your whole life?

Meredith?

- All right, sure.

The gory details?

I started having
trouble when I was 12.

I was diagnosed at 16.

Of course, that
was after my grades

had gone from A's to F's.

After I'd run away twice and
been in a major car wreck.

- If you know you
needed lithium, why'd
you stop taking it?

- I've been taking it.

For the last three
months, I've been.

I got back on my medication,
and I stayed on it.

I don't know why this
is happening to me.

- Were you on your medication
when you met Casio?

- I was short of money.

The prescription ran out,

and I thought I was
doing okay without it.

I'd only remember pieces.

I met him, I guess, somewhere.

A club.

Knew a way I could
make some money.

It's amazing what you
can get talking into.

- And when you got
back on your medication

and figured out what happened?

- If you're asking, did
I wanna kill Richard,

the answer's yes.

But I didn't.

- Oh yeah? How do you know?

- I just know.

Look, I don't know where
that gun came from.

But the one thing
that I do know is that

I would never do
something like that.

On medication or off. Never.

- Well, I bet once upon
a time you mighta said

the same thing about
humping a couple guys

while someone got
it all on videotape.

[table banging]

Take it easy, Meredith.

I'm just giving you
a preview of what

the DA's gonna tell the jury.

- Just forget it.

I don't need your
help, and I for sure

don't need you
prying into my life.

- Honey!

Look what you've
done to your shoe.

You tore the sole away.

- [Officer] Two of
them. Not both for me.

[phone ringing]

- Robbery homicide, Lowell.

[fingers snapping]

Yeah.

Yeah, we know
you've got the girl.

When are we gonna get her?

- You wanna get the girl,
Cooper wants to get me.

Gee whiz, anyone wanna
get the guy who shot Herb?

- Sure we do.

So, you'll bring in the girl?

She can clear you,
corroborate your story?

- [Bob] Oh please, that
babe was so out of it

she couldn't corroborate with
dog crap if she stepped in it.

My guess is it's all
part of the frame.

- Oh, now there's a frame?

- Look, she had the
gun. She had the motive.

She stopped taking her
medication, she went schizoid,

she blows Casio away.

There's only one problem.

She never stopped
taking her medication,

or at least what she
thought was her medication.

Listen, you found a
full prescription bottle

in her medicine chest?

When I saw that bottle,
it was half empty.

Whatever she was taking,
it wasn't lithium,

because she went nutsoid anyway.

- We checked those capsules.
They contained lithium.

- Hello, Curtis,
are you with me?

The capsules you
found were lithium.

They'd been switched for the
bogus stuff she'd been taking.

I hope you're writing
all this stuff down.

- All right, all
right, all right.

Yeah, yeah, I need to, I
need to just check this out.

So can you just
hang on, all right?

- Yeah, right.

Hey, you, come here,
hey [whistles]!

You wanna make 10 bucks?

- Can you just, Bob,
are you still there?

- Yeah yeah, yeah
yeah, I'm still here.

Just hurry up, huh? Come here.

Just, stay on there for
about a minute or two, okay?

That's it, just great. Go
ahead, put it by your ear.

Yo, cab!

Yeah yeah yeah, good.
You're doing good.

- Yeah?

- 120th and Lennox. Fastest
way you can get there.

- Hello.

Yeah?

[siren blaring]

[traffic passing]

[door creaking]

[dramatic music]

- So.

If you're so good at this,

how come you're not on
the police force anymore?

- I trusted someone once.

- Me too.

I was gonna call work.
They're probably worried.

- I decide who gets
called, understand?

Whoever got Herb
is still out there

and still looking for you.

You put your head up,
it's gonna get blown off.

- All right, I understand.

But you have to
understand something too.

This is like waking up
from a dream for me.

That's what it's like.

You say things happened.

I don't know.

You told me a lot about being
at my place and finding a gun.

But you didn't go into
anything about us.

- You're right, I didn't.

You know somebody
named Jacob Knutson?

- Yes, he works for Mr. Fry.

- Friend of yours?

- Not particularly.

[soft jazz music]

Please wait.

Robert, be careful.

[soft jazz music]

[mysterious music]

[door slamming]

- Got a lead.

Signorelli got in a cab, was
headed up to 120th and Lennox.

- Uh-huh. Somebody
overheard him say that?

- Yeah.

- Relax, Curtis, Bobby
got outta that cab

before it went two blocks.

- Hey, Coop.

That prescription
bottle that you found

in her medicine chest,
that was full, right?

- Yeah.

- You're sure?

- What do you mean am I sure?

[engine starting]

[soft jazz music]

[diners chattering]

[pulsing music]

[diners chattering]

- I don't know, if there
was a god in heaven,

you'd be running that business.

Maybe you'll get a chance now.

- [scoffs] I wish.

Derek Fry always
lands on his feet.

Last year he nearly
lost his shorts.

The economy's fucked. He's in
debt up to this capped teeth.

But somehow he pulls
it out of the fire.

It's the way it is with him.

I hate that.

- Excuse me. Jacob Knutson?

Bob Signorelli,
Aames Investigation.

I think it's a good idea
if we have a little talk.

- Yeah, and it might be a good
idea if I called the police.

What if I did that?

- Well, if you did that,
they'd probably pick me up

and ask me a lotta questions.

But then they'd pick you up

and probably ask you
a lotta questions.

Table for two.

- [Bob] Last month, you
picked up a prescription

for Meredith Lake.

- [Jacob] You're crazy.

- [Bob] You signed for it.

I saw your name in the
book at the drugstore.

- So what?

The second she shows up,
suddenly I'm an errand boy.

Find an apartment.
Pick up her medicine.

- Well, maybe you had
a key to her apartment.

All right, all right, we'll
let that one go, for now.

Now, when you picked
up her medicine,

did you deliver
it to her or what?

- I don't remember.

- [scoffs] Well, I think maybe
you should remember, Jacob.

- I gave it to Derek. He
gave it to her, I suppose.

I don't know.

As for the apartment, I
only found some places.

He helped her rent it.

He had to co-sign because
she didn't have credit.

- And you did say he had a
key for her place, right?

[pulsing music]

- I didn't say
anything about it.

[pulsing music]

I think I will call the police.

- Well I think you should.

[pulsing music]

- We don't really
know what the colors

of the Sistine
frescoes were like.

I mean, how could we?

Oh, but we do know that
Michelangelo wasn't a colorist.

And yet these characters
have all these

bright splashes of
color everywhere.

Gives the old chapel that Loony
Toons look, don't you think?

[group laughing]

Yeah.

[assistant whispering]

- Excuse me just for one minute.

[group laughing]

[soft music and singing]

Mr. Signorelli.

I've been expecting you
before now, actually.

It's a bit awkward. I've
got some dinner guests.

So perhaps you'd be so kind
as to follow me through.

[soft music and singing]

[group laughing]

[soft music and singing]

This place is ridiculously
large for one person, I know.

I took over the apartment
one floor below,

made one large space.

At times like these, I love
the privacy it affords.

I'm sure you understand that.

[soft music and singing]

Well, you have to excuse me.

I have to herd my lovely
guests towards the door.

I have an 8:30 curtain to catch.

[soft music]

Let's go, everyone.

- Hail, hail, the
gang's all here.

How long did you wait
before you called him?

Two, three minutes?

- I'm sorry if
you feel betrayed.

- Well, you can make up for it

by telling me what your
relationship is with this guy.

[soft music and singing]

- Derek had business
with Richard.

I don't know much about it,

but that's where I
met him, at Richard's.

I'm sorry I don't
recall details.

The important thing is Derek
knew what my problem was.

- Oh, he a shrink too?

- His mother was the same way.

He grew up watching her
go in and out of asylums.

He knows the symptoms.

I owe him more than you
can imagine, Robert.

He saved my life.

- And what's he get out of it?

- He never took advantage of
me, if that's what you mean.

I wonder if you
could say the same.

- You know something, Meredith?

I liked you a whole lot
better when you were nuts.

- The others have gone on ahead.

I really should be
making a move myself.

I thought perhaps
you'd like to share

my car, Mr. Signorelli.

- You staying here?

- It's safer.

- I asked her.

[soft music and singing]

Well at least your hands
aren't shaking as much anymore.

[soft music]

Funny how that lithium
changes from day to day.

[soft mysterious music]

- Yeah, occasionally
I come into contact

with people like Richard
Casio, a rotten individual.

Imagines he can elevate
his scumbag status

by the acquisition
of some fine art.

[chuckles] I just
wish people like that

weren't so lucrative.

- And you told
this to the police?

- Yeah.

[window whirring]

I disliked the fellow but
not enough to kill him.

That is what you're thinking,
isn't it, that I killed him?

- It crossed my mind.

- Yeah, of course.

- Last month, she got
her medication from you.

- Yeah.

I told the police that.

Oh I'm sorry, that
was the main thrust

of your case against me, was it?

No, no, in fact, it was three
months I was giving it to her

just to make sure the
prescription was filled

and it was in her
possession at all times.

- And you got her an apartment.

- Yeah.

- And a gun?

- Oh ho ho. Oh, you
are direct, aren't you?

Yeah, she did warn
me about that.

[sighs] No, I didn't
get her a gun.

Although she was always
asking me for one.

For protection,
against Casio possibly.

Mr. Signorelli, it
is hardly likely

that I should in
some way be able

to get her to own a
gun, don't you think?

- Well, someone got
her to do hard-core.

- Yeah, I take your point.

But if it comes down to it,

it'll be my word
against hers, won't it?

[horns beeping]

[horns beeping]

- You can take the car if
you wish. It's on my account.

- No, thanks. My own car
is just a few blocks back.

So you did this all for her

just out of the
goodness of your heart?

- When I first saw
her, Mr. Signorelli,

she had a choke chain
around her neck.

Casio was leading her
around on a leash, bow wow.

He found it highly amusing.

I wonder what you would
have done in that situation.

I'm risking a lot, taking her
in under these circumstances.

I'm willing to do so
because I think there may be

the off chance that you
can sort things out.

However, there is
something that you and I

both should be aware of.

She could actually
have killed him.

She could easily have
killed Richard Casio

and not even remembered it.

You may never have
met anybody like her

or with her problem, but I have.

I have to tell you. It's
a distinct possibility.

Now, if you will excuse me.

- Oh, just one more thing.

Last year, when your
business was so bad,

how did you get by?

Did you get a loan or something?

[soft dramatic music]

- Business was never that bad.
Good evening, Mr. Signorelli.

[engine revving]

[soft mysterious music]

[engine sputtering]

- Goddammit!

[keys clicking]

[remote clicking]

[soft mysterious music]

- Derek?

- I thought you were asleep.

You really ought to be.

- I heard you come in.

I wanted to know what you
and Robert talked about.

- You.

I woulda thought that
was plainly obvious.

- Does he really think
that I'm innocent?

Does he really
believe that I am?

- Yes.

Yes, Meredith, that was
the impression he gave me.

- That's good, isn't
it, that he thinks that?

It's good, don't you think?

- Yeah, it's good.

[soft music]

You know, I'm really sorry
this is happening to you.

Really sorry.

[soft music]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[soft music]

Yeah.

[Merre crying]

What did you do that for?

No, the girl's not to be harmed.

[mysterious music]

[Merre crying]

No, no.

No, I have no idea where she is.

[Derek chattering]

[soft jazz music]

Meredith?

Something's happened,
something very bad, I'm afraid.

[phone ringing]

- I don't understand.

- I know you don't understand.

But you must understand this.

No one must know
that you're here.

If anybody comes
to that elevator,

you let Esperanza deal with it.

[phone ringing]

Is that clear?

[phone ringing]

- Name's Jacob Knutson.

He was at this bar on
the Upper West Side

earlier this evening, he and
Signorelli, they mixed it up.

Lots of witnesses.

Knutson left shortly after
that, and his friends say

that he wasn't very happy.

- And he ended up here?

- I don't know, maybe
the plan was to dump

the body and the car wouldn't
start, batteries dead.

- This cold weather's
gonna be a problem

fixing the time of death.

Gory details?

Vomited during asphyxiation,
pissed his pants,

marks on his wrists indicate
that his hands weren't bound.

- Christ almighyy.

- Look, I call
them as I see them.

- Listen, Coop, I
don't know what to say.

Looks like you were right
about Signorelli all along.

And I'm, um, I'm sorry.

- Okay.

- How come his hands
were cut free afterward?

I mean, it's unusual
bothering to do that.

- All right. Get a warrant.

- Auto body repair. Give
you some body, okay.

Transmission rebuilder wanted.

- [Newscaster] Signorellli is
wanted concerning the slaying

of Jacob Knutson and
the associated murder

of prominent underworld
attorney Richard Casio

and Herbert Aames.

[knocking on door]

Signorelli's former partner
in the detective agency.

- Yeah.

- [Newscaster] I
guess we'll be hearing

a lot more about that, Sharon.

- Yeah, who's there?

- [Bob] Super.

- Finally, I called you
before, like 10 minutes ago.

- Emily. Wait, Emily, Emily.

- Go away!

- Emily!

Emily, you can't lock yourself
in the bathroom all day.

- I can stay in here
as long as I want to.

It's my apartment!

- Emily, think about it.

- No, you think about it.

- Do you really think I'm so
stupid as to kill somebody

and then stuff their
body in my own car?

- I don't know what you're
stupid enough to do.

- Oh, well, if you
really think that, then

I think you oughta call the
police right now and turn me in.

Now, I am taking the phone,

and I am putting it

right here.

Now, I am walking away.

I am now in the kitchen.

The phone is there, and I
am far away in the kitchen.

[door creaking]

Now you go ahead, pick it up.

I won't stop you.

Go ahead and call. 9-1-1.

[birds chirping]

- There's no dial tone.

- I unplugged it.

You might have called.

- What do you want?

- Emily, you liked Herb, right?

Now, I know you don't
have any family here,

and Herb and Brooke,
they would invite you

over for Christmas and
parties for the kids

and stuff like that.

- What's your point?

- My point

is that I just thought you
might wanna play a part

in getting the guys
behind his murder.

[helicopter chopping]

[birds chirping]

- Okay, so what
are we looking for?

- Money, honey.

- Banks.

Could take a while.

- Well, you gotta try for me.

This guy almost went
belly up last year.

He came up with the
money someplace.

My guess is Richard Casio.

- So, like, the guy
mighta killed Casio

instead of paying him
back, if there was money?

- Right, you got it, babe.

Except for one thing.

- What?

- Fry's not the type to
get blood on his hands.

He set it up, provided
Meredith Lake to take the fall.

He hired somebody else
to pull the trigger,

and that card's face
down on the table.

Well, you keep at it.

[birds chirping]

[keys clicking]

- Excuse me.

- Excuse me.

Cops, civil servants with guns.

They should clean this
up every once in a while.

I'm telling you [shrieks].

- Look forward and
take it easy, Artie.

- Everybody and his
uncle is looking for you.

- Maybe I am a killer.
You know what this is?

- Shit, Bob, come on.

- One question, pal.

- I'm not your pal.

- The police go into Meredith's
apartment. They find a 22.

They send it to
ballistics to be typed

against the slug
taken out of Casio.

Now what I wanna know is, did
this happen before or after

they made a connection
between Richard Casio

and Meredith Lake?

Just think about it.

- Cooper already had
a match on the gun.

Oh damn fine police work,
matching a gun in a murder

before you know there's a
connection between the two.

Man, that's hot.

Now, any thoughts as to
why the Knutson kid's hands

were freed after he was dead?

- That's two questions.

- Like maybe his hands were
bound with something unusual?

- Like what?

- Like handcuffs.
Just a thought.

Now the last thing
this kid said to me

was he was gonna call the cops.

- Yeah?

- Now you give
that some thought,

in case something happens to me.

You oughta wash this
car more often, Artie.

[soft dramatic music]

- [Emily] I been
working on it all day,

but it's offshore accounts
and I can't get into them.

- [Bob] But he
was short on cash?

- Yeah. About to lose
his house, looks like.

But he paid off a lotta things,

and he got himself out of
the hole last February.

- [Bob] From the gallery?

- No, billing at his
business wasn't great,

so the money had to
come from somewhere.

- [Bob] Yeah?

- Yeah, these accounts
probably, but like I said ...

- Honey, you gotta
come up with something.

This is one frosty dude.

- [Emily] Come up with what?

I'm telling you
all I've got here.

- [Bob] We're gonna have
to rattle him pretty good

to get him to cross himself up.

- Okay, okay,
there is one thing.

- [Bob] Anything,
whatever you've got.

- Ah, in checking phone
records, I saw that Derek Fry

made one late call the
night Casio was killed.

Now, I checked the number, and
it just seemed kinda funny.

- [Bob] What kinda funny
are we talking about?

- Well, he called the
Cradle of China at 11:18.

Now that's a restaurant
on the Lower East Side.

- Son of a bitch.

- [Emily] Hey, I'm
trying my best here.

- Oh, no, not you, Emily.
You're a good man, sister.

- You're welcome. Bye.

[keys clicking]

[doorbell ringing]

Who's there?

- [Coop] Detective
Cooper, Miss Jones, NYPD.

Can I come in for a minute?

I just need to ask
you a few questions.

Miss Jones?

[doorbell ringing]

- Yeah, yeah.

- You seen Coop?

- Yeah, he should be
in about seven, 7:30.

We were out pretty much
all night last night.

- Yeah, I know.

Coop checks in, I wanna see him.

- Yeah, sure.

[door slamming]

- [Captain] No, he's not here!

He's not here!

[phone ringing]

- Robbery homicide,
Detective Lowell.

No. No, Cooper's not here, why?

- Never mind why.

Listen, Curtis, I'm
gonna tell you something,

but you can't open
your yap to Cooper.

He can't know anything about
this. Not for another hour.

[paper tearing]

- Right.

Right, yeah.

I got it.

[phone hanging up]

- What we're saying is
we wanna talk to Cooper.

- You understand, you don't
come in here and tell me

one of my guys is dirty and
then tell me to butt out!

[Captain shouting]

[mysterious music]

- [Bob] What did you
do, lay awake all night,

worrying that there
was any trace,

anything to show money
passing between Casio and you?

You just had to
double-check, right?

- I told you and the
police the extent

of my business
activities with Casio.

- Oh yes, fine art. I remember.

And you had no contact with him

after you rescued Meredith Lake.

- [Derek] I had not reason to.

- You know, I told the police
where they could find her.

- That was very stupid.

I cannot tell you just
how stupid that was.

- You know, the first
question they're gonna ask her

is if she was at your house
when Richard Casio was killed.

- She wasn't.

I have no idea where
she was that night,

and I very much doubt
that she does either.

- Oh, then it was
you that called

the Cradle of China restaurant
the night he was killed?

Because the call was
made from your house.

It's on the telephone
company computer, 11:18 PM.

You set up Casio, and
you set up the frame.

The gun was slipped
out of her place

and then back the next day.

Casio had money he was willing
to loan, off the books.

A loan that you never
planned to pay back.

Now, when did you get
the bright idea, Fry?

Was it when you
met Meredith Lake

and saw what
condition she was in?

When you remembered
dear old Mother

and how she couldn't tell
between right and wrong?

Is that when it occurred to you?

- Mr. Signorelli.

There was no bright idea.

- And when did your
guy get nervous?

Was it when you told him
she had come to see me?

- [Derek] What guy
are you talking about?

- Oh please, the guy you're
scared shitless of, pal!

Because he can't
let you live now,

any more than he can
let Jacob Knutson live.

You, me, Meredith Lake, we're
all a threat to him now!

- Signorelli!

Put the gun down!

[guns firing]

[soft jazz music]

[upbeat jazz music]

- [Dispatcher] Attention
units in the vicinity

of 77th and Lexington Avenue.

Investigate shots fired.

- Goddammit.

- [Dispatcher] The vicinity
of 77th and Lexington Avenue.

Investigate shots fired.

[upbeat jazz music]

[chef speaking Chinese]

[upbeat jazz music]

- Stop! Hold it!

[diners screaming]

[fist thudding]

Let me get him!

[upbeat jazz music]

[body thudding]

[car alarm blaring]

- Give it up.

- Take it easy, Coop.
You got witnesses here.

- You've got a lot
of explaining to do.

- No, you've got a lot
of explaining to do.

You can start with what you
were doing in the Blue Cage

four nights ago when I
walked in with Meredith Lake.

You just happened to be
there. Did Fry tip you off?

- You're full of shit.

- Yeah?
- Somebody call 9-1-1.

- Kind of a coincidence.

- What are you talking about?

It wasn't my idea to go
to that place that night!

- Whose idea was it?

[Esperanza speaking Spanish]

[silenced gun firing]

[upbeat jazz music]

[mysterious music]

- Take the gun.

Take the gun, and put
it in your hand now!

[Merre shrieking]

- No!

[Merre screaming]

[head banging]

Ah!

[upbeat jazz music]

[tires squealing]

- [Bob] This is not
where he called.

- He could be outta the goddam
car. Ever think of that?

It's bullshit!

- She was followed by
the same kind of car

you guys check outta the
motor pool every day.

- [Coop] I know, I
know, we got them,

like about a million
other people.

- Yeah, and how
many 22 caliber guns

are there in the city,
a couple of thousand?

But who decided to send
that particular gun

to ballistics before
there was a connection

between Meredith Lake and Casio?

- You're outta your mind!

- Wasn't Curtis' idea a
wonder of free association?

- [Cooper] Turned out
to be the right gun.

That's all that counts.

- The right guy counts.

- That's great. That's
great, coming from you.

There's this little
girl that would like

to hear that from you, asshole,

except she's fucking dead!

- [Dispatcher] Detective
Lowell, five-nine,

please call dispatch.

Detective Lowell,
please call dispatch.

[mysterious music and singing]

- [Artie] The woman she
struggled with is blonde,

right down to the roots.

- [Coop] I want prints
off that gun, fast.

- I can only do one
thing at a time.

- He's not gonna leave
his own prints around.

- Shut up. Just
shut the fuck up!

- We got a location on his car.

The report just came in.

[train clattering]

[man playing harmonica]

- Thank you, thank
you very much folks.

Thank you. God bless
you, God bless you.

- The beat cops heard
the call and saw the car.

He could be anywhere.

[train clattering]

[soft music]

[train clattering]

- Oh, Coop.

Shit, I, I had her.
Have you seen her?

I lost her, totally screwed up.

I thought she mighta
come down here.

He was saying how she was
talking about suicides

and subways, and I
thought maybe if I came

down here I might--

- Where is she?

- How about it, Curtis?

- What is this?

You, you throwing
in with this guy?

After everything that you said,

you're gonna take his
word over my word?

- Excuse me, may I have
your attention please?

Police business!

Did anyone here see
this man escort a woman,

about five foot five,
blonde, through this station?

Please, a life may be in danger.

- Yeah, I did.

Took her down there.

Hey, hey, how about
a little cheese?

I'm a veteran, goddammit!

- It's bullshit.

- [Man] I went to the
Gulf for your ass!

- Curtis!

[gun firing]

[people screaming]

Get outta the way!
Get outta the way!

Stay down!

[Merre humming]

- Meredith. Meredith, come on!

Get up, we gotta go!

[train clattering]

- Don't let anybody
off this train!

[people screaming]

[gun firing]

[gun firing]

Get down, get down!

[gun firing]

Stay away from the
windows! Get down, now!

Get this train outta
here right now!

I got a shooter on the platform.

- I told him. I told
him we were here before.

- Shit.
- Remember?

[train clattering]

- Remember when I told
you about the D train?

It came to my house.

- Listen, listen.

- What?

- I have to get the keys, okay.

You stay here. I'll be back.

I'll be back. I
promise, I'll be back.

You'll be okay.
Okay, I'll be back.

- Robert!

Don't leave me!

Robert, wait!

Come back!

Come back! Help me!

Robert, wait!

Help me please. Please
don't leave me, Robert.

- It's okay.

Stop stop, stop stop.

Stop, it's okay.

[dramatic jazz music]

- Put it down, Curtis.

[gun firing]

- It's okay.

[gun firing]

[Curtis groaning]

[Curtis screaming]

[train horn blowing]

- It's all right.

[train clattering]

[brakes squealing]

[Bob breathing hard]

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

[dramatic music]

- Remember me?

Robert.

You know, sounds distinguished.

[dramatic music]

She takes stuff for this.

It helps her.

- Bobby?

[soft dramatic music]

You've got something that
belongs to the department.

- Yeah, right.

- You know, her little
problem isn't going away?

[siren blaring]

Things may get
better for her, but

one way or the other,
she's gotta live

with it for the
rest of her life.

I guess that's true for
a lotta people, huh?

[soft jazz music]

Take it easy.

[soft jazz music]

- Thank God you're
okay. Thank God.

Listen, I told that
crooked detective

that you were at Fry's gallery.

I know you told me not to say
anything, but I didn't know.

- Come on, kiddo.

I'll buy you some donuts.

[soft jazz music]

[soft dramatic music]

[jazz music]