NYPD Blue s03e02 Episode Script

Torah! Torah! Torah!

Previously on NYPD Blue.
Hey, Greg! I've been shot! Andy, I'm late.
For what? I'm late with my period.
- The feeling isn't coming back, Greg.
- No, huh? No.
I'm afraid here.
I'm afraid, you know, I'm gonna wind up a cripple.
- So I've got a clear field here? - All clear.
- You ready for me? - Yeah.
I'm sorry that didn't work out yesterday, us having you over.
Hey, it's all right.
Sylvia okay? Yeah.
We're just not, uh, a hundred percent certain with a certain thing.
Yeah.
Well, it broke the ice between me and Diane, you know, just you inviting us.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, I mean, we had dinner anyways.
- How'd that go? - Good.
What do we got? D.
O.
A.
's a female, mid-30s- Jennifer Wuthrich.
- Multiple stab wounds in the upper torso.
- Anyone see anything? She lived here with her parents and one brother.
Brother's retarded.
Parents go away over the weekend, get back this morning.
Brother's sitting in the apartment covered with blood.
- He give up a statement? - Says he was asleep.
While his sister got murdered.
Ready? Mr.
Wuthrich? I'm Detective Simone.
This is Detective Sipowicz.
We'd like to talk to you for a minute.
Hey, now look.
My wife is pretty upset.
Do you have to talk to her too? Sir, if you can give us a few details right now, we think that'll be all right.
Just tell us what happened when you got home this morning.
Frank was in with Jenny.
He's mentally retarded.
He was shakin'her.
He said he was trying to wake her up.
- Did he have a weapon? - I didn't see one.
He should've been in a home.
He belongs in a care facility.
We couldn't take care of him.
Sir, has he ever tried to hurt anybody before in the family? He's gone after a few people.
He couldn't hold down a job because he always gets into fights.
They had him on medication for it.
All the good it did him.
We have to talk to your son, Mr.
Wuthrich.
Frank? - Frank.
- We're detectives, Frank.
We need to talk about what happened to your sister.
- She's dead.
- Yeah.
We need to talk about that.
- Don't I need a lawyer? - I told ya.
You don't need a lawyer.
Frank, we're just gonna find you a change of clothes and get you washed up.
And then we'll take you down to the station house so we can talk about what happened.
All right? I guess I don't need a lawyer.
Detectives.
- Joshua Astrachan, Community Affairs.
- Detective Russell.
- Uh, Greg Medavoy.
- Thanks for coming down.
It's a small concern.
I did ask for two male detectives.
Uh, Detective Russell and I are the ones that caught this.
Not a problem.
Just don't try to shake their hands.
The Hasidim aren't crazy about touching women.
- How lovely.
- And if you could, hang back a little.
- Let your partner take the lead.
- You got it.
Rabbi, these detectives are here to investigate the theft of the Torah.
Ah.
Are you acquainted with the rituals of theJewish faith, Detective? Uh, just very generally.
This morning, the Medzhibozh Torah was taken from our synagogue.
- Uh-huh.
- Oh, the Medzhibozh Torah came to this country 60 years ago during the exodus from Poland.
It is said that the great rabbinic and mystical scholar, Rebbe Pinchas of Koretz himself read the Torah with the Besht himself in a shtibl outside Medzhibozh.
They-They say that, huh? In terms of the present-day theft has there been anybody in the building recently who isn't usually here? Cleaning service, deliverymen, such like? - We had an exterminator here last week.
- Uh-huh.
Also there's a caterer, but he comes every week.
Okay.
Uh, if you could give me their names and addresses uh, that would- that would be a big help.
I'll send a print car by.
We'll dust the place.
But being candid, gentlemen, I wouldn't put much faith in physical evidence.
If there's gonna be a break in this, it's most likely to come from you all.
We're not detectives, Detective.
He means someone may call to sell it back, and that would give us a lead.
I see.
Is it okay if I said that? - Hey, Donna.
- Hey.
Did you happen to see Detective Martinez today? Yeah.
Looks like he's gonna be all right.
He's got a lot of feeling back.
- Ah, that's terrific.
- Yeah.
- You think he might be up for some casual visitors? - I'm gonna later on.
- Well, but you're like family.
- No, I'm not family.
I'm, uh, just a concerned fellow detective.
Oh.
Both of us know what went on in that apartment.
- I didn't do it.
- You killed your wife.
Beating me isn't going to make me say it.
You're gonna say it, pal.
You're gonna give it up.
Trust me.
Detective Morrisey, could I talk to you in my office, please? Yeah.
That's like- You paid two bucks for milk.
Oh, Greg, come on.
Leave me alone.
I thought, uh, Morrisey was working 4:00-to-12:00's? He had a suspect in for an interview.
Again? - That has to stop.
- What are we talking about? I'm talking about that guy looking like he just went with Mike Tyson.
- That guy just killed his wife, Lieutenant.
- I'm not saying he didn't.
Guy admits he kicked his wife's door down, admits he beat her up.
- Next morning, they find her dead.
- Guy's stood three interviews.
I don't want to see him back in here unless you got another card to play.
- Like what? - I don't know, Stu.
Go back through the 61 's.
Check with Homicide.
You mean, look for a pattern? This is a wife murder.
Did I make myself clear? Now, I don't want to see him in here unless you got new evidence.
Yeah, right.
Let me go look for a pattern.
That's the D O.
A.
's brother, Lieu.
The parents come home.
They found him standing next to the dead girl.
He had blood all over him.
- Did he give it up? - The guy's retarded.
He's wondering whether he should have a lawyer.
His father's waiving his rights.
- If his father says it's okay, go ahead and talk to him.
- Yeah? Yeah.
Mr.
Wuthrich, we're gonna go ahead and talk to Frank now about what happened.
- Uh, would you like to be in there? - No.
Okay.
Come on, Frank.
Donna, we'll be in 1.
All right, Detective.
Sit down, Frank.
Here.
We know this is hard for you, Frank.
We know how, uh, sad you must feel about your sister.
- I'm sad about her.
- But we have to clear up what happened.
L- I don't know.
Did you ever have any kind of disagreements with Jennifer, Frank? - The television.
- You'd disagree with her about that? Watching television, watching which programs.
She got to watch Jerry Springer so, uh, I just went to sleep.
- This was last night? - Uh-huh.
- Then you must've went to sleep angry.
- No.
No, I just went to sleep.
Your dad says that you got pretty much of a temper on you there sometimes.
Sometimes I think my dad doesn't like me.
Mm-hmm.
He says you lost your job because you kept on getting into fights.
No.
No, no.
That was at work.
That was at the bakery.
I tried to do a goodjob.
Every day, Jenny gave me a pencil to take to work so I could- I could write things down.
And then those guys- those guys- They would break them supposedly by accident, every day.
That made you mad, huh? Frank, you ever get mad atJenny, like those guys at work? - Jenny gave me pencils.
- Yeah, but like with this Jerry Springer thing - You had a disagreement there, right? - I don't know.
Because that happens sometimes.
I mean, people make us upset, and then we do things that we didn't mean to do.
We had a fight, and then I went to sleep.
Frank, look.
I know you loved your sister.
- Mm-hmm.
- But in this instance here, you had a disagreement.
- Over what program to watch.
- Right.
Somebody killed Jenny, Frank.
Maybe this person didn't mean to.
Maybe he was upset and it was the last thing in the world that he wanted to do.
My sister's dead now.
And I know how bad you feel about that.
But listen, Frank, if you did it - I know you didn't mean to.
- I wouldn't hurtJenny.
I would've tried to protect her.
I tried.
I tried! I tried when I woke up! Frank, no one was in that apartment but you.
Did you hurt your sister, without meaning to, with losing your temper and all? - No, no.
- You didn't hurtJenny? - I would never hurtJenny.
- Somebody took a knife and killed her.
- Well, I didn't do it! - Where's the weapon, Frank? I would wantJenny alive.
Oh.
I don't want to talk to you now.
You don't talk to us, then we're gonna have to put you in the cell here.
Okay, I'll go in the cell.
I don't want to talk to you.
- This is crazy.
He ain't gonna go without something specific.
I'm gonna check with E.
S.
U.
, see where they are on this weapons search.
- Hey, Sylvia.
- Hi, Bobby.
- Excuse me.
- How's it going? I took the test.
- You were gonna take it tonight.
- I changed my mind.
How was the result? I'm pregnant, Andy.
You're pregnant? I think we should be discreet about this for now.
Yeah, sure.
- Those tests are pretty accurate.
- I'm pregnant.
I wanted you to know as soon as I did.
I mean, I took the test myself'cause Well, suddenly I just had to.
- But then I wanted you to know right away.
- I understand completely.
And now I feel about 85% insane.
Well, that could be part of the entire process.
- I have to go.
- What, you're going to work? Well, yes, Andy.
I am an assistant district attorney.
I'm going to my office.
- Good, then, if you feel that's a good idea.
- Yes.
Congratulations.
Andy? E.
S.
U.
's got nothing, man.
Lieu- He wants us to talk to the mother.
She's seeing to the daughter's funeral arrangement.
Talk to us around 3:00.
Also, he wants us to reach out to the bakery manager where the kid used to work.
- Good.
Get the background.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Get as much background as we can before we go to bat again.
- Good.
I'll go bring the father up to speed then.
We went with that determination- that other thing.
What are we talking about here, Andy? The test results were positive.
That home urine test? - Andy, Sylvia's pregnant? - I'm not supposed to discuss it- any details.
- That's great, man.
That's wonderful! - Yeah.
- She feels we should be discreet.
- Yeah.
Oh, absolutely.
Sure.
- Yeah, thanks very much.
- Yeah.
- We'll go talk to this guy.
- Yeah.
Hey! What's goin' on? Why'd you call my wife? We're gonna talk to her, Mr.
Wuthrich, and your son's employer.
What the hell for? She's trying to make funeral arrangements.
Your son's denying he was involved.
Oh, for God's sake.
He was up to his elbows in her blood.
Sir, your son is still our primary suspect.
Now we see that he won't confess right away so before we reinterview him, we're gonna want as much information as possible.
He must've stabbed her with a kitchen knife.
Emergency Services is looking for the weapon.
They're going through garbage cans and incinerators on your block.
If we get something specific, we can go back at Frank.
- Well, in the meantime, he's gonna come home with me? - No.
We're gonna take him over to Bellevue, have a psychiatric evaluation.
- That way he's off the streets.
- All right.
All right.
- When we get more information, we'll talk to him again.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I see.
You should go home now, sir.
We'll contact you in a few hours.
Why don't you let us do our job, all right, Mr.
Wuthrich? You like to see Frank before you go? No.
- I'll call Homicide.
- Yeah.
- How's it going, guys? - Yeah, how's it going, Morrisey? - Your Greek give it up yet? - No, I got a whole new tact I'm taking.
Checking these files looking for a pattern.
'Cause you never know what's out there.
Am I right? 'Cause I know this Greek killed his wife but Fancy don't wanna let that get in my way of exploring other options.
- You just spat twice on my shirt.
- Well, I'm sorry.
- These are the file folders on female stabbings? - Just picked them up.
- You mind if we take a look? - Look all you want.
Make our boss happy.
So we think this kid did it? Uh, yeah, he probably did it.
I'm not a hundred percent.
Yeah, 'cause the father sure thinks he did it.
You don't know how to go at a kid like that with the interview.
- Yeah.
- You don't know what's in their mind.
- Hey, guys.
- Hey.
- How's it going? - Good.
I'm gonna take a leak.
- You available? - For what? We're digging through all this stuff on female stabbings.
All right.
If that's your best offer.
Andy.
So, um, nothing to go back on with that Wuthrich kid? Nothing yet.
We're gonna psycho him overnight.
Good.
Keep me posted.
How old are you? Forty-two.
- So you were 41 when you had your kid? - Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, uh, I'm, uh, April 7.
If I tell you something - can you keep it in absolute confidence? - Yeah.
Excuse me? - Could I speak to Detective Medavoy? - Certainly.
- Detective? - Ah, Rabbi.
What can I do for you? Someone has contacted us who says he has the Torah.
Oh, is that right? He said he would return it for a considerable sum of money.
- Yeah? Did he name a figure? - $2,000.
And he does not want the police involved.
Uh-huh.
Um Uh, what's your feeling on this, meeting with him yourselves? Detective Medavoy, for 200 years the Lubavitchers have devoted themselves to the pursuit of God's wisdom.
Uh, that- that's very interesting.
L- I'm not sure what it means in this connection.
What does it mean? It means that we are not a foolish people.
Ah.
So we got three apartments, a dorm up at City College a couple ofhookers at an S.
R.
O.
And two single families in Brooklyn.
What, and you're telling me you don't see a pattern here? We ought to get that kid to Bellevue.
If you throw out the two hookers, that means they're all first floors.
- You think that's anything? - Killer who's afraid of heights? I'll go get the kid from Holding.
- You got this? - Yeah.
Andy.
Listen, I, um I wanted to thank you for helping things along.
- I heard you got together anyways.
- Yeah, we did.
- Just be sure to take it easy.
- I know the drill.
I'll be careful.
- How are things with you? - Good.
Okay.
Can you keep a secret? - How's it going, Frank? - Awful.
- Where's my dad? - He had to leave.
He had to go take care of your mother.
Well, how am I gonna get home? Detective Sipowicz and I-We're gonna take you to a different place, Frank.
- What-What kind of difference place? - So doctors can talk to you.
- No! - Frank, you gotta go.
- Okay? - What do you think? You think I killed Jenny? Well, we're not sure what happened, Frank.
Well, if I did it, I'm sorry.
I mean, if I did it, I don't know about it.
What would help you to remember? I won't talk to you.
I won't talk to you.
Easy, easy, Frank.
Just take it easy, all right? - Let's be cool.
- No! I don't want to be cool! Come on.
We'll go to the hospital, Frank.
Let's go.
- I want my mom.
I want my dad.
- Come on.
Why can't I go home? I want to go home.
- Hey, Donna.
- Hey.
- I have, uh, two messages for you.
- Thanks.
He's, uh, better.
He's fine.
I happened to stop by as a friend.
He's good.
Good.
All first floors, all stabbed in their beds.
Except the hookers.
The hookers aren't part of the pattern.
Except for his D.
O.
A.
You got no sign of forced entry.
He's got it coming through the window, but the window's not forced.
- What's my guy doing here? - Yeah, Stu, um we got six homicides in disparate parts of the city.
- All female stabbings in first-floor residences.
- I went through those files.
My case is the only one with forced entry.
Now either those are family-involved homicides or you got a killer for your pattern.
Not only is he afraid of heights, he can dematerialize himself into dwellings.
Their suspect's mentally handicapped.
If it is a pattern, yours is the only other case in this command.
I want your guy interviewed as a witness on the possibility of a window entry.
Yeah, let me go ask him.
This is besides the door he admits he busted down.
I want them to run the interview, Stu.
Come on, Lieutenant.
I won't get within five feet of that guy.
You can be in the room.
They'll run the interview.
Mr.
Kasinzakas, I'm Detective Simone.
This is Detective Russell.
We really appreciate you coming in again.
- Andy.
- Look, I know you've talked to Listen, uh, the guy moved the meet up.
Then can't you use a uniform backup? Oh, any sign of the police, and they said that the Torah would be destroyed.
If you couldjust come back here - Bobby, you and her got the interview? - Yeah, uh, we got it.
Detective, we guessed that you were a 44.
Have a seat.
- Now everyone hits me? - No one's gonna hit you.
- And you're not a suspect at this time, Mr.
Kasinzakas.
- I'm not? No, you're not.
But, um, we need your help.
We want to go back through the night of the murder with you.
I had too much to drink.
Marina locked the door 'cause she was mad I came home so late.
- You kicked the door in, and you argued? - Yes.
- And you hit her? - I slapped her one time.
- But you didn't stab her? - Hey.
We argued, and I may have slapped her.
And after we argued.
And now she was angry with the door.
- Finally I fell asleep.
- Where did you fall asleep? - On the couch.
- And your wife- She fell asleep on the bed? I didn't even try to go on that bed.
I wasn't so drunk to be that stupid.
- You woke up.
She was dead.
- Yes, stabbed.
Horrible stabbing, all in her chest.
Mr.
Kasinzakas, was the window in the bedroom open? - No.
- You sure? - It couldn't be open more than a little.
- Why? Only goes up four inches.
I fixed it 'cause of the street.
I'm glad we're keeping him a little longer because this'll give me the opportunity to ask him if he saw some guy all in white bandages - and when the bandage unwrapped, there was no one inside.
- I've heard enough from you.
Think I like being embarrassed, taken off'cause I raised a hand? - You ever raise your hand to a perp? - Detective Simone, please.
- One moment, please.
Detective? - Give me a minute, will you? - Don't talk to me like a damn rookie.
- Stu, back off.
I got the father of my suspect over there, and I have to talk to him.
All right? Yeah, sorry.
- Mr.
Wuthrich.
- Why is Frank still in Bellevue? Why hasn't he been charged? - Let's sit down here.
- My daughter is dead.
You people are just dragging your feet.
- We're not dragging our feet.
- I was there.
I found her body.
- My daughter was killed by my son.
- We're not sure about that.
Your son is adamant that he wasn't involved.
We haven't discovered a weapon yet.
Well, who did it, Detective? If Frankie didn't do it, who the hell did it? Sir, your daughter's body was found in proximity to a window that was facing the street What the hell are you talking about? That window was not open.
There was no sign of a forced entry.
That's the first thing the uniform cop told me.
The window wasn't open, but it also wasn't locked.
Now, we're looking into a theory that an intruder possibly could have gotten in and then exited.
What, without her waking up, or my son? - It is damn nonsense! - Mr.
Wuthrich.
And I came home to find my daughter butchered! And I have to live with knowing - that I didn't get my son out of my house.
- Mr.
Wuthrich And if you think you're gonna make a joke out of this Look, I can't possibly know the grief that you're going through right now the pain that you're in.
We're looking into this.
We're gonna work hard on it and we are going to figure it out.
Now, what you gotta do is you gotta take care of yourself, you gotta take care of your wife.
Oh, sure.
- No problem.
- It's a big problem.
I know how big it is.
Go home, Mr.
Wuthrich.
I promise you we will call you if anything develops.
Okay? Yeah.
Oh, boy.
I don't know if it's anything, but there's a stop-and-frisk night of my homicide Some twitch across from Kasinzakas's building.
- Had a scuba mask under his arm.
- Well, let's talk to this guy.
Maybe he got in through the drainpipes.
- You got an address? - Yeah.
Oh, Sylvia.
Good to see you.
We just finished taking a statement.
I'm gonna see if I can grab my husband for some lunch.
- Oh, he's out with Medavoy on a case.
- Oh.
- So, how you feelin'? - Fine.
Hi.
Detective Russell, I wanted to apologize about canceling on that dinner.
Oh, I understand completely.
- You do? - Sure.
You weren't feeling well.
- Hey, Sylvia.
How you feelin'? - I'm feeling fine.
Uh, Andy and Greg- They went to go pick up a perp.
- You want me to tell him that you stopped by? - No.
It's nothing important.
Let's go pick this guy up.
This all okay? The sideburns? The payot, Detective.
They're fine.
What you need to tell us is if everything's okay with the Torah.
The rebbe explained.
I'll let you know if everything's kosher.
Hasidic comedian.
One of you guys the Rabbi Lieberman? I am Rabbi Lieberman.
Uh, have you got the Torah? The yad is missing.
- The what? - The yad.
It's a pointer.
It's like a silver letter opener.
- Ask him where the yad is.
- Come on.
Where's the cash? - The yad's not there.
- Listen, I brought the book.
That was the deal.
No, the deal is you return what you took, asshole.
- Are you Rabbi Lieberman? - Just give up the pointer.
Hey, hey, hey! Get him! Get him! Greg, get him on the other side.
I got him.
Where's that letter opener? You stay on top of me, and those hymie boys are never gonna see that letter opener again.
- Shut up! - What kind of rabbi are you? I'm the kind of rabbi who will wrap his payot around your throat and pull until I got you screaming for God's mercy, which will not be forthcoming! Now, who are you working with? - Ramon- Ramon Iberras! - That's the exterminator.
Yeah, he's got the pointer too.
You're crazy, man! - Jesus.
- Bless you, my son.
I'm glad to see my tax dollars are being used so efficiently.
Well, you know, if there's a mix-up on this, Mr.
Squires, we're gonna apologize 100%.
Well, as I've never been in Virginia let alone robbing a convenience store, I'd say there's probably been a mix-up.
Yeah, well, you know what happens with that, Mr.
Squires.
Getaway car's moving fast, and people get partial numbers on the plates.
And I get dragged into a precinct house.
Well, that's our job.
You know, we gotta check these things out.
Are we done? As delightful as this is, I do have another appointment with the H.
R.
A.
I'd rather not miss.
- Oh, is that right? - Yes, I'm withholding rent because my landlord's standard for building maintenance is Stalag 17.
You know, I must not have noticed all the problems when we picked you up.
I notice the problems, Detective.
I'm sure you don't notice a lot of things.
Well, maybe you should think about rescheduling this H.
R.
A.
Thing 'cause there was something else that I wanted to ask you about.
- We got a stop-and-frisk card filed on you.
- What would that be? - This is when we were checking you out on that Virginia matter.
- Which is complete boondoggle.
Yeah.
Anyway, I found your name on a card that was filled out by one of our uniform cops.
He questioned you about wearing some kind of swim gear in the street at 3:00 in the morning.
- A diving suit.
- Yes, that's right.
Black rubber diving suit.
- What was that about? - What was what about? Come on, Mr.
Squires.
You're wearing a black rubber outfit in the middle of the night? I am a diver.
I'm also an insomniac.
I was testing out some new equipment.
Where in the penal code is that listed as a crime? Well, there was a crime that was committed that night, Mr.
Squires right in the area where you were questioned.
- What, another convenience store robbery? - No, this is a homicide.
This is a woman who was stabbed to death in her first-floor apartment about an hour after that cop talked to you.
You know anything about that? Yes.
That's what I do.
I get dressed in my diving gear and I go around murdering women.
I do one of those a week, and then a convenience store robbery in Virginia.
- Got a girlfriend, Mr.
Squires? - That's none of your business.
- Boyfriend? - Oh, yes.
That's what I am.
I'm a convenience-store robbing, repressed homosexual, homicidal maniac.
You mind sticking around while we get that Virginia paperwork? Do I have a choice? We just want to get the paperwork cleared up.
Then we won't have to bother you anymore.
That'll be a new experience.
This guy is nuts.
He is definitely Iying for the homicides.
- How do you want to work him? - We gotta figure out what kind of card to turn.
- Maybe we finesse his super, get a look inside his crib.
- Devious mind.
- It's one of her best features.
- Thank you.
- That poor bastard.
- That jerk in there? Nah, that Greek I leaned on.
- New York City detectives.
You know Roger Squires? - 3B.
Yeah, we know.
Can we talk to you for a minute? - What'd he do? - He's got a small problem.
Oh, just one, huh? Good.
Let him move into your building.
While we were talking to him, it came out that he doesn't like you much either.
Hasn't paid rent in six months, and he doesn't like me? He says he won't pay 'cause you let the place run down.
What am I doing here, setting up a parachute? Well, anyways, can you give us an idea as to his habits - the hours he keeps- that kind of thing? - All hours.
He's a nut job.
- Does he seem like a guy who would do something violent? - Not if you saw him coming.
- Do you know ifhe dates? - Yeah, Mary Palm and her five sisters.
- You're saying he doesn't date.
- If he sees women, it's only when they can't see him back.
Damn, you guys really got it in for each other, huh? I can care less what that guy says about me.
I'm gonna evict his ass anyway.
Oh, yeah? Well, he says, uh, you're not gonna be able to get him out.
- What is it with all that ethnic stuff? - What ethnic stuff? Says you're a dumb Italian, doesn't understand the law.
How'd it get so personal? - Don't understand the law, huh? - And something about your wife? - I mean, what was that all about? - What about my wife? Well, you know, he says she has a mustache like a Mexican bandit.
I figured there's personal bad blood between the two of them.
- You got this guy in custody? - We're talking to him at the station.
You tell that asshole when he comes back to look for his stuff out on the street.
- Come on.
Take it easy.
- No, no, no.
Tell him to look outside.
Because my dumb guinea ass and my Mexican bandit wife are throwing his stuff out! - He is evicted.
- Whoa.
We can't watch while something like that goes on.
- Did I just cooperate with you? Did I answer your questions? - Yeah, you cooperated.
You can't watch this go on? Do me a favor.
Look the other way, because his stuff is goin'out! He's moving now! What a mess.
I guess we're gonna have to pick this stuff up or cite this guy for littering.
Son of a bitch! Yeah, here he comes.
Here's what we got, Lieu.
Nine knives in homemade sheaths- all of'em bloody- and what looks like nightstand knickknacks.
So the footlocker came open when it was thrown on the street? Absolutely.
The landlord threw it out, and it landed on the street.
- Then it came open? - That's absolutely how it could've happened.
Well, how many things did the landlord throw out before he threw out the footlocker? - About five or six.
- Where we goin' with this, Lieu? - Anything break? - Yeah, some things broke.
So the neighbors could've heard that, could've looked out their window could've been looking when the footlocker came out.
So did the footlocker come open, or did you open it? It came open in the car in front of the guy's house.
Okay.
So don't talk to him about what's in there without a warrant or until you get his consent to open it.
You got it, Lieu.
Fruit of the poisonous tree, Detective.
Are you familiar with that legal concept excluding proceeds of an illegal search? Your landlord just threw everything you own out onto the street, Mr.
Squires which means us picking this up is not illegal.
But you want me to play it supercareful? You want me to go get a warrant and open it somewheres else? No sensible judge will give you one.
I got a whole list of friendly judges, Squires.
I bet you I hit on the first call.
Now, you make me go get a warrant and I won't let you watch while I open this.
I'll let you listen while the judge says I can.
Then I will lock you up and I'll open this all by myself.
Congratulations.
You're about to incriminate me but you won't understand the significance.
You don't want to understand.
You want to put me in jail.
What you're gonna tell us or what we find in this box without you telling us That's what's gonna decide whether you go to jail or not.
You wait on a platform you pick a candidate and you follow her home.
Platform means what? A subway platform? She has to have large balls.
Sorry? The women you pick.
You might call them breasts.
Yeah.
Balls are breasts.
You wait and watch what lights go on.
If it's the first floor, and she has large balls you have a candidate.
- How do you get inside? - Who's telling the story, Detective? I'm sorry, Roger.
Sorry.
You're waiting across the street with your milk crate.
When the street is empty you cross get up onto your milk crate and you look into her apartment.
If the window offers access and her bed is near the window you have a candidate.
What do you mean by access? A few inches is sufficient for a candidate.
'Cause you don't go inside.
You get off your milk crate and you wait nearby.
When the lights are off in the apartment for an hour or so with no sick light from the television you take your milk crate back across the street.
You set it onto its side and you get onto it.
You reach your left hand through the window and you feel her balls.
And you feel her balls until she stirs.
When she stirs you begin to stab her and you stab her, and you stab her while you're feeling her balls.
St-Stabbing her and stabbing her stabbing her balls Were you over there last night, Roger? Down on Seventh Street? I'm gonna need a minute.
Yeah, right.
Yes.
Then I'll open my trunk for you.
I'll explain to you the mementos I took from each apartment.
I was restricted, of course, from what I could take.
Just what I could reach from outside.
You still got the exterminator in there? Uh, yeah.
The rabbi's on his way.
I was watching the guys from the 27 talk to Squires.
Every time this guy goes for one of these jobs, he has an orgasm.
Sick bastard.
He's gonna have some sore prostate.
Detectives.
- Hey, Rabbi.
- Ah, yes.
Gentlemen, what news? Well, Ramon says he don't know anything about the pointer.
Which is crap.
Excuse the expression.
He's lookin' to cut a deal.
See, we think that if he knew you wouldn't press charges, you'd get your yad back.
Oh, we're not interested in seeing anyone jailed.
All right.
Well, uh, we'll inform him of that.
- Medavoy, you-you got this? - Yeah, sure, Andy.
Um, right this way.
Mr.
Wuthrich.
We made an arrest on your daughter's homicide.
Guy confessed.
- It wasn't my son? - The guy went for a series of murders.
And you're sure he's telling the truth? He's given detailed confessions, and he's got items from each of the crime scenes.
He had an earring- belonged to your daughter.
- And Frank let him in.
- The guy reached through her window, Mr.
Wuthrich.
Your son didn't have anything to do with this.
She was the light of my life.
He's the child that's alive.
Hey, Dad! Hey, Dad, they caught the man who killed Jenny.
Yeah, yeah, he just told me.
If I saw him, I'd kick his ass so bad! There's no point in that.
Anyways, we told Frank that he's free to go home and that we're sorry for his loss.
Yeah.
That was my sister.
There's no point in kicking this guy's ass, I guess.
No.
Let's just go home.
I could've kept her from getting murdered.
How were you gonna figure your Greek guy didn't do it? Broke the door down, history of domestic violence.
- Hi, Andy.
- How ya feelin'? Feel all right.
I stopped by the station house at lunchtime.
- You did? - You were out on something with Medavoy? Ah, some stolen Torah deal.
Bobby was there and Lieutenant Fancy and that Detective Russell you've been helpin'.
You told them, didn't you? Yeah, I did.
Andy, I told you.
I specifically asked you to wait.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what's the matter with me.
You're not supposed to tell anyone until after the first trimester.
- I know.
I know.
- What if something goes wrong? I know.
Look, you want me to move out? What? This baby thing- It's just so emotional- in a good way but I'm gonna make you nuts here.
If you need some space, I could just go away for a few days periodically and I don't want you to go anywhere.
Well, whatever you want.
If you want me to shut up if you want me to just stand in the corner- Just tell me what you need.
You want to know how I'm feeling now? If you want to tell me.
I am very happy about this baby.
And I love my husband.
Well, that's good.
But don't tell anyone else.
I don't think I know anyone else.
I just figured out what ruined my summer.
Yeah? No sex? No, you.
You're having sex with someone else? - No.
- No? No, come on, Diane.
Don't play with me about that now.
- Okay? - Okay.
Sorry.
You worked that guy great today.
You really did.
What a sick bastard, huh? Mmm.
Each confession got funkier.
You should've heard the one on the victim in the 27.
- Whew.
God.
- You listened to all of'em? For the interview techniques.
Yeah, all right.
Oh, is that all right? Good.
I feel much better.
Diane.
What do you expect me to say? You got same wacko who mixes breasts up with balls and he's stabbing women in the chest.
You expect me to be thrilled about you hearing all that? You don't have to be thrilled, but if it gives you problems, I expect you to deal with it.
I don't want to feel guilty for doing my job.
Are we done now? - As long as you know I'm serious.
- I know you're serious.
Then we're done.
- Man.
- What? Women.
Pretty strict there, huh? Especially the ones with balls.
Hmm?