NYPD Blue s03e15 Episode Script

Previously on NYPD Blue.
You wanna come into the bedroom? The worst thing I could do if I start worrying is I could create exactly what I want to avoid by making you feel claustrophobic.
Mm.
It's growing pains, that's all.
So, what time do you feel you'll be going home? Andy was just telling me he's joining the air force.
He noticed my hair, and detectives, they catch everything.
Hey, Son.
Late for church.
What else is new? - Should I be looking for M.
P.
S? - No, I finagled a pass.
She's got it.
- What do we got? - D.
O.
A.
Somebody chopped his head off.
The guy's in his boxer shorts propped up in a chair.
His head's facedown in his own lap.
The doorman says the tenant's a male in his mid 40s, which fits but I didn't let him look at the D.
O.
A.
's head.
- I was afraid to disturb the body before you got here.
- There's no other body? - No.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- What do we got? - One D.
O.
A.
Forty-year-old white guy.
Head cut off.
This cop over here, she looks like she's ready to change careers.
Why don't you come on and run this for us.
In there? Yeah.
That'd be good.
Watch where you step.
Uh, an anonymous female calls the precinct says someone might be hurt in this apartment.
Me and my partner come over, knock, tried the door when there was no answer.
It's unlocked.
When we come in, that's what we see.
- Who covered him up? - My partner.
All right.
Let's see what we got here.
You don't often encounter this method of suicide.
What's the name of that kid's story, Ichabod Crane? The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
The Headless Horseman.
I thought that was about Notre Dame.
Officer McGuire, you could do us a favor.
You could send the doorman up.
She'll be okay.
Hmm.
Let's see his mug.
Oh He don't look much happier in that photograph.
Hope he didn't wanna get buried wearing a hat.
It's Mr.
Reese.
That's definite.
Yeah.
Gotta contact his mother.
You figure the fatal weapon for some type of kitchen knife? You know, when I first came up, Mr.
Pelacanos, you said you had some information for me.
- Oh, if you want, you can call me Gus.
- What's your information, Gus? Firstly, his length of residency Mr.
Reese lived in the building two years, nine months.
Keep to himself type person, but very nice and polite.
The man was a professor at N.
Y.
U.
University.
I'm not sure what subject but you could tell looking at him that he was an educated and intelligent man.
Is this background information on Mr.
Reese, or is there something related to the crime? Not passing judgment- Occasionally I would see Mr.
Reese - in company with various guys, late teens, early 20s.
- Students? These weren't collegiate types, no.
They were mostly Spanish.
- Light-skinned blacks.
- So forget college, huh? Oh, these were street-type individuals, Detective.
Or what you would call a hustler type.
You figure Mr.
Reese was having sex with these guys? Not passing judgment, I would work up that investigative angle, yeah.
When was the last time you saw him with one of these guys? Three, four weeks back, Mr.
Reese was in the company of a Spanish kid whose name is on the tip of my tongue I'm looking at him right now in my mind- which Mr.
Reese introduced me.
Nobody last night? Last few days? - No, sir.
- All right, thanks.
You intend on working up that investigative angle? Yeah, right.
We're gonna look into that possibility.
Happy to provide it.
And that kid's name is gonna come to me.
You got my card there, right? - So, you remember, you give me a call.
- Right.
Right.
- Good-lookin' kid.
- Mm-hmm.
Yeah, New York City Gay Defense League.
Uh-huh.
I'll make sure he Sir, he will get the message.
I can't say when he'll return the call.
All right.
You're welcome.
- I'm sorry.
- That's okay.
Can I speak to a detective, please? Excuse me.
You're Vanessa Del Rio.
Right.
I've been getting harassing phone calls at home.
I knew it was you.
I said to myself, 'Hey, wait a minute.
- That's a celebrity there.
" - Where should I know you from? She's sort of a famous performer in the field of adult entertainment, Donna.
- Films.
- Interesting.
I got this buddy, Miss Del Rio, to this day, he's still nuts about you.
That's cool.
Uh, who do I speak to about these harassing phone calls? Well, I'm your man.
I'm-I'm a detective.
I'm Detective Martinez.
How you doin'? Not too great 'cause of these friggin' calls I'm getting at home.
Yeah.
All right.
Well, why don't we go in the coffee room.
We'll talk about it.
Lieutenant you got several calls from the head of the New York City Gay Defense League.
- About Simone's homicide? - Uh, he wouldn't say but he was very persistent that you call him back.
Hey, boss, I think we found the murder weapon- butcher knife in a towel.
- Thrown down the garbage chute.
- Any direction on a perp? Well, the doorman said that the D.
O.
A.
Used to bring home male hustlers.
N.
Y.
U.
Professor getting hit in the heinie.
- I'm gonna grab a radio.
- There was a message on the answering machine from the mother, talking about some dangerous guy who was staying at the apartment telling the D.
O.
A.
That he either needs to get the guy outta there or get out himself.
- You reach out to the mother? - We got her address, so we're gonna make notification.
Gay professor gets decapitated.
This one's gonna get hot.
- You got that phone number? - Mm-hmm.
Diane, could you, uh, voucher this? Sure.
Can I get you a cup of coffee on your way out? So, uh, tell me about this harassment, Miss Del Rio.
Some creep keeps leaving messages on my machine telling me he wants to screw me.
That one of these days I'm gonna belong to him.
All kinds of sick stuff.
- Any idea who it might be? - Every time I pick up the phone and say, Who the hell is this?" He just hangs up.
And how often does he call? I've got about 15 messages on tape in the last two months.
And you don't recognize the voice? No.
So last week I filed a complaint with the Annoying Calls - The Annoyance Calls Bureau.
- Yeah, so they're trapping my calls.
They know who it is.
They won't tell me.
They say I need a detective - to contact them for phone calls.
- I can help you with that.
You know, I've got a 1-900 fantasy voice mail line $3.
99 a minute, this jerk can say whatever the hell he wants.
But, see, that's Vanessa, this is Anna Maria.
- I know the difference.
- Anna Maria, huh? - Anna Maria what? - Sanchez.
Sanchez.
That's a pretty name.
Hmm.
Thank you very much.
- Margaret Reese? - Yes? New York Police.
I'm Detective Sipowicz.
- This is Detective Simone.
- What is it? We're very sorry, but there's been an accident involving your son, Daniel.
I'm sorry, but your son's dead.
We're very sorry for your loss, ma'am.
What sort of accident? Did he wreck the car? Your son was the victim of a homicide, Mrs.
Reese.
This would never have happened if he'd stayed here.
You mean if he would have stayed here last night? No, if he hadn't moved away and left me alone.
I knew there were people who would take advantage of him.
Are you thinking of someone in particular - who would have harmed your son? - No.
- Did you call Daniel last night, ma'am? - Yes.
'Cause there was a message on his answering machine from a woman who sounded like you who mentioned someone being there in the apartment with him.
And that you feel like this other person oughta leave.
Last week, Daniel told me that he was letting a fella stay there for a day or two, who was down on his luck.
Daniel is like that, you see.
Yesterday I called.
This was a full week later.
I'm not an intrusive or a butting-in type of mother.
And this man answered the phone.
He was still there.
When I asked him how much longer he planned to stay, he became abusive.
- He- He was cursing me.
- Excuse me.
About what time was this yesterday? In the morning.
After that, I called Daniel at the university and asked him when that person was getting out.
Daniel said that he planned on trying to make him leave last night.
This person, do you know his name? Daniel said it was a former student of his.
He never mentioned a name.
Former student.
Did you ever meet him? See what he looks like? - No.
- From the conversation where he was cursing you what do you remember about his voice? Did he have a foreign accent? - Did he sound black? White? - I couldn't tell.
Mrs.
Reese, did you call the 15th Precinct this morning to check for trouble in your son's apartment? No.
I was waiting for him to call me back.
- Do you have Daniel's car? - I'm sorry? The Oldsmobile.
It's registered in his name, but we paid for it together.
Do you know where it is? I'd like to have it.
Uh, we could find out and let you know.
- I wonder if it's been stolen.
- If you could give us the license plate it might turn out helpful in finding who did this.
I'll write it down for you.
How was Daniel murdered? Believe me being a parent, I hate to have to tell you something like this but you'll need to know for identification purposes.
Your son was stabbed very badly in the region of the neck.
The knife went pretty much right through.
Are you telling me his head was cut off? That he was decapitated? Mrs.
Reese, we are We are terribly sorry, but it is better if you hear it now.
Yes, it's good to know in dealing with the funeral arrangements.
Hey, Detective, I remember the kid.
This is Joey Suarez.
You guys wanna talk to me about Professor Reese? Uh, yeah.
I'll tell you what.
Why don't you get started with Detective Sipowicz.
- I got a couple of phone calls to make.
- Come on.
You want some coffee? Yeah.
All right.
Gus, I said if you thought of a name, call us.
Oh, I saved you a step.
This kid, he moves furniture.
And I saw him unloading his truck over on Houston.
What'd you tell this kid? Just how Mr.
Reese got his head cut off last night.
Did you describe any details of the crime scene? Hey, I absolutely tell you, Detective, from his reaction this Joey definitely was not involved.
All right, I'll talk to him.
I want you to sit on this bench right here, Gus.
- You want me to wait until he's done? - I want you to sit on the bench.
- Hi, Vanessa.
Come on in.
- Excuse me.
Yeah.
Good to see you again.
Do you know a Richard Hart? Rick Hart? Is that who's doing this? - That's my information.
- He's this guy I see at all my personal appearances.
Just a little average guy that says how much he likes my work.
I've seen him in Philly, Baltimore, all over the place.
A lot of people follow you from town to town? Some of them travel in their business.
I thought he was just a big fan.
This Rick Hart, he never behaved strangely at one of your appearances? - He never seemed threatening? - He's not a threatening-looking guy.
I could probably take him in a fight.
He's not a convicted rapist or anything, is he? I checked.
He's got no criminal record.
But you never know when one of these guys might decide to do more than talk about it.
If I went ahead with the complaint, is this gonna mean - a long, drawn-out court proceeding? - It's gonna take some time.
- But maybe it's worth you following through.
- What if you just talked to him? Could you figure out if he was dangerous or something? I got his address.
I could talk to him.
Maybe I could act like an intermediate step.
Oh, you know, you'd really be a doll if you could do that.
Especially if I could avoid a big deal in court.
All right, sure.
We'll go talk to this guy.
Listen, Vanessa.
Um, you remember that buddy I told you about of mine? He's definitely gonna flip out over you being here.
Your buddy's gonna be excited, huh? Vanessa Del Rio? He's been talking about you since high school.
- And what's your buddy's name? - Manny.
Manny? Little Manny? Is that what you call it? How cute.
Hey, wait a minute.
This is a real friend of mine.
I believe you.
This place you met Professor Reese on Canal Street? S.
O.
S.
, right, on Canal.
- That's not a gay club.
- No, it's all types.
But, I mean, even so I noticed this guy looking all out of place.
- How's that? - Well, for one, he don't ever be dancing.
This is how he would do.
He would go into the bathroom.
Check you out.
Say, Do you wanna smoke a joint?" Boom.
Cool.
Sure.
- So, he gives you one.
You fire it up.
- This guy smoked dope? No, he wouldn't be smoking.
That's just like an icebreaker.
Then he'd say there's more of that at his place.
- So then what would happen at his place? - Yeah, you get high.
Conversate" till he makes his move.
Then either you do or you don't, whatever.
Maybe you just smoke up some more of his pot and then leave.
- He was in this club a lot? - Maybe once a week.
But I told him this myself.
I said, What you're doing, man this is laying yourself open for all kinds of things.
" I was talking mainly about burglary, because he had some nice stuff.
But, uh, going up to somebody in a bathroom and it ain't even a gay club really- that's taking a risk.
- What did Mr.
Reese say to that? - Nothing.
- He's just a real lonely guy.
It's a shame really.
- Mm-hmm.
You talked to him at all since you hung out with him three weeks ago? - He knew I wasn't with that sex.
- You just smoke up all of his pot and then leave.
- It was some good pot too.
- Just for the record, Joey, what were you doing last night? Damn.
This is what I get for coming down here to help you all? - We have to ask.
- I was with my girlfriend.
Why don't you write down the name and address.
- So, I'm a suspect? - While you got the pen there, Joey write down the names of some of the other guys that went to that dance club that might have taken Mr.
Reese up on his hospitality like you did.
Who may or may not have been gracious enough to make him feel loved.
- I got no way of knowing about no other guy.
- Come on, Joey.
The only reason I came here is I feel sorry for the guy.
I'm being straight up with you.
Does your girlfriend know you go home with men you meet in public toilets? Yeah, I told her about it.
I took her some of the dope.
All right.
Calm down, Joey.
Look, I think you're being straight with us.
But whatever decent impulse it was that brought you down here you need to follow through on that and put some names down on that pad, huh? See, we have to talk to as many people as we can that have spent time with Mr.
Reese.
That great dope he gave you, Joey, you owe him that much.
When he was 16, my buddy Manny said he snuck into a topless bar.
- Yeah? - Saw Vanessa Del Rio dancing up on the stage.
- Said he stayed excited for three weeks.
- Aw, man.
I'll tell you.
I wish I was in the house When she was making a complaint.
- So, how's she looking now? - You know, she's no kid.
- But she looks all right.
- Yeah? - Who is it? - Police.
- Police? - Yeah, police.
Open up.
- You Rick Hart? - What's this about? Come here.
I'm Detective Martinez.
This is Detective Medavoy.
We've been receiving complaints about harassing phone calls - getting made from this address.
- Harassing phone calls? - That's what I said.
You got a hearing problem? - You live here with anybody? - No.
- So, you're the one who's making the calls then? - I don't know what you're talking about.
- You know what I'm talking about.
You've been making sexually-explicit, threatening phone calls to Vanessa Del Rio.
And we're here to figure out if you're too warped to keep yourself from stopping.
'Cause if you can't control yourself, we could lock your ass up right now.
You have no right coming here making these accusations.
Mr.
Hart, we know your history of following Miss Del Rio around.
And we have a record of the calls you've made.
- You've lived here a long time, right, Mr.
Hart? - Seven years.
You've been employed at Rowe Plant Interiors 14 years now? Have you been investigating me? You got a pretty set lifestyle.
Imagine getting that disrupted or if your employer finding out you were making these anonymous, harassing phone calls.
Suppose someone anonymously sent your employer those tapes.
Please don't do that.
I'll stop calling her.
You gonna stop calling Miss Del Rio? You should probably stay away from her personal appearances too.
I never would hurt her in real life.
Please make her understand that.
I'm sure she'll be fascinated finding that out.
I'm so ashamed for having these thoughts.
Maybe you should get some help with that.
Point is, Mr.
Hart, you're on our list.
You have a sex file with us that's active and open.
I understand.
I promise not to do it anymore.
Tell her I'm sorry.
And I think she's still the best actress in her field.
Yeah, thatJoey gave up four names.
I'm gonna run 'em through B.
C.
I.
We, uh, probably oughta have Diane make sure his story's right.
What, being with the girlfriend last night? Gimme her name.
Yeah, this is Detective Sipowicz, I'm on a short clock, so I'll stay on while you pull these up.
Yeah, J-O-L-L-Y.
Like ha, ha, ha.
- Hey, AndyJr.
- How's it going? I'm fine.
Your dad didn't mention you'd be passing this way.
- It's a surprise visit.
- Andy.
Uh, hold on a second.
You all right? - Hey, Pop.
- I got this.
- What's the name? - Uh, here.
The second guy here, LaGrande.
- You got it? - Yeah.
- LaGrande? - Hey.
- You look good.
- Thanks for the Christmas present.
Yeah.
Well, Sylvia picked that out.
They got it to ya at the base, huh? How's she coming with her pregnancy and all? Well, she's due May 17.
Gonna be a boy.
Gonna have a brother.
- That's great.
- Yeah.
So, what are you doing here? You on leave? - I wanted to talk to you about that.
- What? Excuse me, Andy.
The registrar's office at N.
Y.
U.
Wants to know how far back - you wanna go with the list with Daniel Reese students.
- When he started teaching.
I don't mean to interrupt.
Hi, Andy.
- Hi.
- Adrianne Lesniak.
I met you at your dad's wedding.
Sure.
Good to see you again.
So, uh, what's up? Things okay with the air force? Uh, well, I wanna talk to you about that.
Well, is it okay or not? What? We'll talk about it when we have time to sit down.
Excuse me, Detective.
Margaret Reese on line two.
Uh I gotta take this call, Andy.
This woman's son was a homicide last night.
I'm gonna go see Mom.
I just drove cross-country.
I haven't even seen her yet.
Yeah, listen, I wanna find out what's going on here so why don't you have supper with Sylvia and me tonight.
Sure.
Good.
Yeah, yeah, good.
Uh, but you're not in any trouble or anything, right? I can't tell you about it in, like, two minutes, Dad.
- We'll talk about it at dinner.
- All right.
Okay, the third name's Tim.
About 20.
Hello, Mrs.
Reese.
No, no progress with the car.
Uh, wait a minute.
What wallet? What are you talking about? - At your house? - Thanks.
D.
O.
A.
's mother says a uniformed cop turned in the kid's wallet about 15 minutes ago.
Listen, Mrs.
Reese.
We didn't know that your son's wallet had been found and we need to talk to the officer that brought it to you.
You think that's it? Litvac? L- I-T-V-A-C.
Yeah, all right.
Thank you very much.
Yeah, definitely, any sign of the car.
Mm-hmm.
Some idiot cop recovers this guy's wallet and he drives it out to the mother in Queens? Donna, would you do me a favor? Would you call chief of personnel? I'm looking for a uniform named Litvac.
Sure, Detective.
- How's AndyJr.
Doing? He's looking good.
- Yeah, yeah, he looks okay.
But, I mean, I ask him how's things in the service, he says he'll tell me at dinner.
- I don't like the sound of that.
- You know if he's having any problems over there? Well, either the answer is things in the service are good, or any other answer.
I mean, it means the opposite.
Anyway, Andy, look.
We got the rap sheet on these four guys thatJoey gave you.
Of course, you know, you could be a choirboy.
Some officer decides he doesn't like you, you're just a sittin' duck.
One of these assholes decides you rub him the wrong way Just don't get ahead of yourself, okay? Yeah.
Diane's not around, so I'm gonna checkJoey's alibi here.
If this kid's in trouble with drugs or booze, I'm gonna kick his ass.
Unless one of these sons ofbitches is persecuting him.
Then I'm gonna find out his name, his address, I'm gonna kick his ass.
Hi.
Yeah, is this Joey DeCosta? Yeah, this is Detective Simone from the 15th Squad.
Just wondering if I could take a minute to ask you what you were doing last night.
You know, I'll tell you.
If they take an irrational dislike to you - it don't matter what you do.
- Andy.
Young kid like this nowadays.
I'm telling you, it's not easy.
Yeah, me.
Boss, you gave us a 10-2? Yeah, Officer Litvac? Detective Simone, Sipowicz, 15th Squad.
- How's it goin'? - Hey.
Yeah, we wanted to talk to you about this wallet you drove out to Bayside.
It belonged to a Daniel Reese.
I found it on the floor of the backseat of my R&P.
Took it out to the address on the driver's license on my meal period.
Yeah.
Well, they say it belongs to that D.
O.
A.
That got his head sliced off last night.
- No kiddin'.
That was that guy? - When you took it out there Mrs.
Reese didn't mention anything about it belonging to her murdered son? She said it was his wallet and thanks for bringing it.
Then she asked about the status of the stolen car.
I told her I didn't know anything about that.
She didn't mention no homicide at all.
The cops in that sector car made one collar around 200 a.
m.
Male black.
Disorderly and public lewdness.
" Subject was observed behaving erratically, waving and yelling in traffic.
Subject was not wearing underwear and his pants were hanging down, revealing his genitals.
" Our guy took his underwear off at the D.
O.
A.
's apartment.
Sarge, this collar, Rodney Wellstone, where is he in the system? Lodged at Central Booking.
Made one phone call when they brought him in- Sheila Bell, 718 area code.
Yeah, that's here in the arrest report.
We're gonna want this guy transported to our house before he gets arraigned.
Maybe we should reach out to this Sheila Bell before they bring him in.
Use the phone in the squad room.
Thanks.
My brother brought it here last night.
He knocked on my door around 11:00.
- This is your brother Rodney? - He said he needed a place to stay.
But Rodney has serious mental problems, and I didn't wanna let him in.
You're afraid of him? I just stopped feeling comfortable around him.
His behavior could be so strange.
The things he said.
- I hated turning him away.
- It stinks in here.
What'd he do when you didn't let him in? He asked could he leave his car.
Would I watch it for him? He said a friend ofhis gave it to him.
Is it stolen? Is that why he was arrested? Uh, Miss Bell, the owner of this car, he was murdered last night.
Oh, God.
I knew.
I knew this was gonna be bad.
Did- Did Rodney mention this Mr.
Reese at all this guy he was saying was his friend? He said he was his teacher when Rodney was in college.
Frankly, I didn't wanna get into it that much.
So he left me the keys, and then around 2:30 he called.
Said he was in jail and could I come and get him out.
I didn't pick up.
I let the machine get it because I knew it was him, and I I just can't deal with it.
Did you call the precinct this morning, tell them to go look in Mr.
Reese's apartment? I knew Rodney was in trouble over this car.
So this morning I went outside and got the registration, the owner's address.
I found out which precinct it was in.
I called so they could check that address, if things were all right.
It's good you did that.
And now this man's dead, and Rodney probably killed him.
Yeah.
My brother was intelligent.
He was funny.
I don't know who this is walking around in his body.
The thing upsets me, him possibly using drugs.
Andy said he never took drugs his whole life.
He sat across from me in a greasy spoon, said he never drank never took drugs 'cause of what he saw with me.
- And now something like this could be happening.
- This could be anything at all.
He could have got transferred.
He could have met somebody.
This was specifically in response to How are things in the air force?" That's all it was.
- Your guy's locked up in two.
- Does he seem nuts? He looks like the real deal.
His sister said he had been psycho three or four years ago.
She was afraid to let him in her house.
I'm gonna have the Latent unit check his prints against the list but the N.
Y.
U.
Registrar confirms Wellstone took a course from Reese in 1990.
With that past relationship, his prints in the D.
O.
A.
's apartment that's not gonna prove very much.
It might have been nice if they had taken the D.
O.
A.
's wallet off this guy instead of finding it in the back of a sector car the next morning.
Well, we do got him for boosting the D.
O.
A.
's car.
Ah, his Legal Aid lawyer can say him and the professor were kissy face.
He had it with the professor's permission and everything bad happened after Rodney took a hike.
This guy says he's gonna give a statement, but he's only gonna do it once and then he's gonna stay silent for four years and seven months.
Hmm.
We gotta get this guy videotaped.
Four years and seven months.
Detectives, I want my son's car.
Mrs.
Reese, I notified you like I promised.
I explained the car's been vouchered as evidence.
It's in the pound now in Whitestone, Queens.
I want it.
It belongs to me and Daniel.
Ma'am, we have to hold the car a while.
It might help us to prove a case against a person who killed your son.
Well, can I see it then? I need to see it.
I don't mean to be impolite, Mrs.
Reese but what good is seeing the car gonna do? Detective, please, can I just be allowed to see it? I own that carjointly with Daniel.
Can somebody drive her out to the pound? - Yeah, yeah, all right.
- Thank you.
Um, let's get a D.
A.
And a video technician over here.
You need to go have a conversation.
Yeah, right.
I'll take care of that.
All right, let's understand each other, Rodney.
You say you're only gonna do this once, and we're trying to accommodate that.
Put you on record right away.
But this is to give a statement about killing Professor Reese.
I don't wanna hear you talk about a presidential election or start singing Three Coins in the Fountain.
" Nothing like that.
Professor Daniel Reese.
Is that machine turned on? I am District Attorney Leo Cohen.
It is 4:27, February 27.
Also present in the room Detective Robert Simone, shield number 3118.
Detective Andy Sipowicz, shield number 990.
Also present Rodney Wellstone and technician Lewis Moscovitz.
Mr.
Wellstone, is that your signature on this form indicating you understand your right to counsel? Yes.
I'm ready to speak.
Now, Rodney, were you at Daniel Reese's apartment last night? Yes, I was.
What were you doing there? I had gotten evicted from my apartment.
I had lost my job.
I wasn't working.
I was sleeping in my car because I had no place to sleep.
But the police in Brooklyn, they towed my car away so I went to a shelter.
How long was this before you met Daniel Reese? So, I went to a shelter.
But I don't like staying in the shelters because of how people live, so I came to Manhattan to hang out.
I was hanging out by a gas station.
I wanted to be a service attendant.
I'm not a bad guy.
But what happened, physically, I had died.
I died and I was resurrected by omnipotent pyrotechnics- the Holy Spirit which is the most powerful force in the universe.
Let's not get into the universal forces too much, Rodney, okay? Tell us how you wound up at Mr.
Reese's apartment.
Professor Reese drove into the gas station, and he recognized me.
- Where from? - I took a philosophy class with him.
- When was that? - Mm, 1990? Okay, so he recognized you.
What happened after that? I asked him if I could have $20 because I didn't have any money and I hadn't eaten.
- He give it to you? - No.
He took me to a deli and bought me something to eat.
He had a cup of coffee for himself.
We chatted.
He's got a big heart.
I know, because I reached in through his neck and felt it down there.
So he bought you some food from the deli.
Then he took you back to his apartment? I told him about getting evicted, the whole sad story but he said he didn't have a place for me to stay.
He gave me $10, and he walked out.
He didn't take you to his apartment? - How'd you end up there? - I knew Professor Reese wanted to help me.
I knew he didn't just wanna walk away like that.
So I looked up his address in the phone book.
So you found his apartment building? Yes.
And I hung around until I saw him again and I said, Professor Reese, please I just need a roof over my head for a couple of days.
" And he said, All right.
" He said all right that you could stay with him? I was goin' hungry.
I had died.
I knew he wanted to help me.
He just insisted I had to wash my clothes.
So I agreed to that.
That seemed reasonable.
What day was this, Rodney? Was it the first day you were there? Mm, what's today? Friday? - Today's Tuesday.
- I don't recall exactly.
It was several days ago.
Several.
Do you smell me? Well, let's not worry about that right now, Rodney.
- Are you reacting to the way I smell? - Let's not talk about that.
Okay, so last night, what happened? Last night I wanted to murder him, so I murdered him.
Why did you wanna murder him? Oh, man, he wanted me to kill him anyway for the fun of it.
'Cause you know what? He's freaky like that.
- What do you mean? - He's a fag-faggoty-faggot.
I could tell what was on his mind, and I didn't like it.
- Did he make a pass at you? - I knew what was on his mind.
I saw all those damn Pump magazines in his bedroom.
That's why he got all insistent about me having to leave.
Plus, his mother was saying to kick me out.
I talked to that bitch on the phone, and I took offense to what she was saying because I am God Almighty.
Professor Reese said that apartment was mine.
He said all the money he had was mine.
His car was mine.
When was this? When he was begging for his life.
This is just before you killed him.
He offered me all that.
Now he wants to throw me out? I took off my shirt.
I took off my pants.
I said, Hey, I'm not going no place.
" And I took a knife from the kitchen, and I made him go in there with me.
And then I took him back out in the living room and sit in his chair like Mr.
Big Bad Moojoo Man, and I told him, I said, Take your clothes off.
I know what you want.
" And he took them off, and for a while he didn't say a word.
Because he knew, after he had insulted me like that he knew that wasn't right.
And then he started beggin'.
- Then I stabbed him.
- Where'd you stab him? In the belly.
And he went And then I put him out of his misery.
L- I took his head off from his body.
Just like I'll do to you.
You wanna stab me? I'll murder every person in this building.
I don't want that to happen, but we're gonna have to ask you a few more questions.
Do you think these handcuffs can hold me? Rodney, what'd you do after you cut off Daniel Reese's head? I won't speak of anything subsequent to that.
Except washed myself sacramentally.
I'm about to commence my four years and seven months of silence.
Before you do that, just tell us why you did what you did to Professor Reese.
It was the most fitting punishment I could think of.
I am the Holy Spirit.
I give you consciousness of self.
I control your heartbeat through omnipotent pyrotechnics.
And you're not faking this, are you, Rodney? I was a student in New York University when I was first sanctified by omnipotent pyrotechnics.
I sometimes resented my sanctification because I was a student and a family member and I had hopes to study philosophy abroad.
But finally I came to accept my calling and how I must live in the same wayJesus Christ and his system had doubts about his life, but finally accepted it.
And even he, who had been my teacher, I cut his faggot head off! Now I begin my silence.
Oh, Detective Martinez, this came for you.
- Oh, yeah? - From your favorite actress.
What do you got? - Wow.
- Hey, look at that.
Huh? To Detective Martinez, for your little buddy, Manny.
Love, Vanessa Del Rio.
" - Huh? - Yeah, cute, huh? You gonna frame that, Detective? - Hey, look, she kissed it too.
- Yeah.
How come she put little buddy" in quotes? What's the picture? - James made quite an impression on that porno star.
- She's just joking around.
She's supposed to be sexy? I don't find her at all sexy.
- To each his own, I guess.
- You gonna keep that? Yeah, yeah, that's for him and his buddy to look at on lonely nights.
Hey, Greg, you're not helping the situation much, you know.
And the woman wondered why she has perverts calling her up at home? I mean, she makes a living showing her body to sick, pathetic guys and then she's surprised when some 'warpo" wants to take her up on it? Hey, it's not just sick, pathetic guys that watch those movies.
- Right, James? - You don't look at that stuff, do you? - No.
- Hey, what's up, James? - Yo, Manny, my man.
- How you doin', man? - How's it going? That's my buddy, Manny.
- How you doing? - The world's biggest Vanessa Del Rio fan.
- Ah.
Hey, was she here for real, or is James messing with my mind? Oh, no, she was here, in the flesh.
Damn, man! You should have called me when she was here, man.
- I would have gotten off of work.
- I told her about you, Manny.
- How'd she look? - How'd she look? - Yeah.
- Check this out.
What you got for me? Oh.
Oh, Vanessa baby! Look at you.
Look at you! Oh, she still looks good.
Damn, I wish I was here, man! - It's yours, baby.
- Vanessa the undressa.
" The Latin from Manhattan.
Come on, boys, there's room at the end, man.
- Isn't it pathetic? - Hey, Adrianne, this is a large nation.
That's the first one of those I've done.
- Is that so? - I mean, doesn't it get to you after a while? Listening to that sickness, not being able to respond.
No, I always found myself cheery and peppy afterwards.
Detective! Our car is ruined.
You're gonna have to do something.
- Mrs.
Reese, try and calm down.
- No, no, no, no.
I went down to that impound lot.
Now, I own that car jointly with my son.
And now somebody's rancid body odor is in it.
Daniel would never have tolerated that.
I have got to get in there and wash that smell out.
Now, if you people refuse to do it, then I'm just simply going to have to do it myself.
- We just can't allow that right now, ma'am.
- I want that car disinfected.
- I taught my son cleanliness.
- Mrs.
Reese Don't touch me! Just tell me what you are going to do about Daniel's car.
That's the smell.
That's the murderer.
I smell him.
- I'm God Almighty.
- Arrest that man.
- He's under arrest, Mrs.
Reese.
- I'm God Almighty.
You shut up and be silent.
Do what you said.
Oh, my God.
My son is My son is dead.
Oh! This is the second refill, Andy.
Don't eat any more of these.
And let him get to this his own way.
Don't turn this into an interrogation.
All right.
I'm only saying if it's drugs or alcohol, I want you to leave the room.
- Hey, Pop.
- Hey, Andy.
Come on in.
- Hi, Sylvia.
- Hi, Andy.
Gee, you look beautiful.
Well, got two and a half more months to go.
- Yeah, Dad was saying.
- So, what's going on? - Would you like something to drink? - A Coke, please.
Is that what you're drinking these days- Coke? I mean, don't have something different for my sake.
Yeah, a-a Coke's good.
Uh, come on in here.
Sit down.
Here.
All right.
So, uh So, what's going on, huh? Your being so secretive I figured you must have killed somebody.
I wasn't being secretive, Pop.
I, uh But there's a couple things, and I wanted to talk it all through with you.
I just wish you'd have let me know when we could have done something, huh? I mean, if somebody took an irrational dislike.
The first thing is- ahem- I'm leaving the air force, Dad.
See, there it is.
That's what I knew was comin'.
I tore my rotator cuff.
But it's not that bad.
Um They-They can't fix it with surgery.
Anyways, I'm discharged.
Your rotator cuff? No disciplinary aspect? No, uh-uh, no.
I got good evaluations and so forth.
He tore his rotator cuff.
Andy, I'm sorry.
Uh Hey, it's not that bad, but I had to leave the service.
And there's no disciplinary aspect.
They give him all, uh, great evaluations.
Have you given any thought to what you might do now? Well, the thing is, even before I joined I took the test for the department in Hackensack.
And they put me on a list.
And in January they wrote I'd been accepted for training.
- Which department we talkin' about? - The police department.
I applied to be a cop.
The police department? Yeah, and I got in touch with them and they hadn't closed enrollment yet.
- I start training next week.
- Congratulations.
That's great.
Yeah, I'm pretty pleased.
It's two months of classes.
Then two months on-the-job training, and then two more months of class.
Your rotator cuff thing there, that's not gonna impinge that? They said it wouldn't disqualify me so long as I pass the physical training test at the end of six months.
And you've thought this through, the type of life.
I think it's a good thing to be.
I wanted to ask you anytime you could give me pointers and so on I- I'd be really grateful for that.
Uh, uniform cop, you know it's different from a detective.
Well, I-I know that much.
But I was nine years a cop.
Uh, I still can remember a few things.
- So, it's gonna be a boy, huh? - And being back you'll be able to spend more time with your baby brother.
Maybe change a few diapers even.
- Hey, I'd be willin'.
- Good.
- Well, I guess- Ready to eat? - Sure.
This baby is moving.
- Like right now? - Yeah.
Do you wanna feel it? Here.
Gimme your hand.
It's right there.
Wow.