Edward Wadzinski, 44, didn't show up for a meeting in the AM. Business partner alerted the front desk.
I take it he was in town for a hardware convention.
Don't jump in right away now, make sure you finish your breakfast.
Hey, take a couple for me will you?
No sign of a struggle, no defensive wounds.
Heart Attack! Please! Please! Please!
Even if it was, there was stuff missing. Laptop bag, no laptop, no wallet,
phonecharger, no phone.
Well, could have been a natural death
but someone else was here and took advantage.
Take one of me like this.
Or...
Someone drugged and rolled him.
Get this to the M.E, and have them run a tox screen
on Mr. Wadzinski's blood, please.
Nice.
Hope you weren't going for creepy,
'cause that's what you got.
Oh, Rourke's over at that, uh,
boutique hotel off the Bowery.
And Anselmo's up running security
up at that new, uh, big one, uh,
up on 44th.
Got 180 rooms.
Anselmo? Rourke?
How do you mushrooms end up with these cushy jobs?
Hey, not so cushy.
Just yesterday, room service was three minutes late.
[Laughter]
Seriously, though, Chuckie,
you put in your 20 years like a champ.
You deserve a nice job like this.
- Hey, thank you, Reg. - They're lucky to have you.
- Ahh. - And don't worry.
Since they obviously don't know what a bad detective you were,
I'm not gonna let 'em know.
[Laughing]
Welcome to my lair, huh?
- Nice. - All right.
Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt you gentlemen,
but do you happen to have the Vic, Mr. Wadzinski,
Pancakes? What do you say?
Yes to all of that.
Uh, if you don't mind?
Hey, I got it cued up.
Fantastic.
So.
All right, detective?
Perfect.
Uh-huh.
If there's a Mrs. Wadzinski,
I'm guessing that's not her.
No, it is not.
This girl work the hotel before?
No, I don't recognize her, and I would.
I make it a point to, uh, clock all the men
with attractive women who are not their wives.
You saying there's no hooking at this place?
No, I'm saying that there is,
but I know who the players are.
I know who comes in and out of here,
whoever they are.
Okay.
Uh...
Oh, wait.
This isn't the lobby, is it? What is this?
It's a service elevator.
Thought you would recognize it.
Just get me a copy of this, please... all angles.
Yes, ma'am.
So, uh, guess who is going
to Flebott's gold shield racket on Thursday?
Who?
Deputy chief of patrol Dan Costello.
I don't know him personally, but...
[chuckles] Good guy.
I like him.
Yeah, I like him a lot.
I know she likes him a lot.
So, uh, can I get you all some breakfast?
I'm fine. Thank you.
Very much.
Oh, I'm...
[clattering]
Sorry about that.
I guess she doesn't like the breakfast here.
What do you mean, looks real?
The one on the right.
[All chattering at once]
Yeah, well, in my head they're real.
You wanna share a look with me?
- Yeah, yeah, have a look. - Thank you.
Hey, gentlemen.
I like it.
This is a picture of the woman
we think may have drugged and robbed our Vic,
but we still don't know who she is.
Well, we know the drapes don't match the carpet.
Yeah, but most carpets aren't made
out of synthetic red wig hair.
I'm actually gonna conjecture
that the drapes match the eyes, which are dark.
Okay, so we spoke to the Vic's business partner.
Mr. Arthur Liebowitz out of Utica, New York.
He and the deceased went to the hardware convention
and then for drinks.
According to Arthur,
he left at 11:00, and the deceased stayed.
And he claims not to have seen the suspect.
And you believe him?
He believes I believe him.
Okay, so, Duffy, why don't you go down to the bar
and verify his story is true
and see if anybody else knows the redhead.
Ev, you take the picture down to security
at every hotel in Manhattan two stars or above.
And you two, check with vice.
See if they know drapes or anyone on the streets
who might be drugging and robbing Johns.
Uh, excuse me, Janie.
On behalf of our esteemed lieutenant,
who is stuck in meetings at the puzzle palace,
I am supposed to remind everyone who has not yet shown up
for their quarterly sidearm qualification...
[Imitating Sweeney] "Hit the range, people.
"Come on, don't make me follow you around.
"Don't make me nag you there, Duffy.
I'm not your mother."
Glug, glug, glug.
[Laughter] Listen.
You just gotta do it, or else he's gonna shred
whoever does not show up from this squad
like a cracker in a ceiling fan.
I'm going down to the morgue to identify the body.
'Cause I'm workin', unlike you guys.
That hurts, Jane.
- Uh-huh.
Yes, uh-huh.
That's my husband, Ed.
Sorry, ma'am.
Did he have a heart attack?
We don't know yet.
Well...
but he was robbed in his room, though.
I mean...
- that's correct. - Well, who would do that?
I mean, who could get in there to do that?
Was it the room service? Was it a maid?
It's possible.
But you don't think it was?
Who was it?
Um...
Ma'am, your... your, uh, husband
may have had company last night.
- Company? - Mm-hmm.
You mean he had a woman.
Yep.
- A prostitute? - Mm-hmm.
[Tensely] Okay.
Great. He had a prostitute.
Now what am I gonna tell the kids?
That their father was robbed and killed
by a prostitute?
No!
You can...
you! [Screams]
No! [Sobbing]
Okay.
No, she's allowed. Just leave her.
[Screaming incoherently]
- Whoa! - Maybe now. Hold on.
No!
Oh, Mrs. Wadzinski, poor girl.
Okay, it's okay. Okay, you're all right.
- That's gonna be pretty. - It's time to go home.
You get to get her home.
[Wailing]
That's not good.
[Door slams]
Oof.
So, uh, did you get anything from the bar?
Was the business partner telling the truth?
- This is like a haz-mat situation.
Yeah.
Anything from the, uh, redhead?
Well, she was definitely there with this guy.
Uh, nobody seems to know who she is.
Not at the bar, not at the hotel,
not in vice.
So, uh, we have a high-end hooker
who drugged her John to death.
- Mm-hmm.
- But anyone who knows high-end hookers in the city
doesn't know who she is,
and you came down here to tell me that?
No.
I came to tell you she struck again.
Sync and corrections by GeirDM www.addic7ed.com
can you pause it right there, please?
Huh.
Looks like our girl to me,
but with different drapes this time.
Well, they go up together.
About 45 minutes later, she leaves alone.
And ten minutes or so after that,
boom.
- [Laughing] - Awww.
Navy's gonna be thrilled.
Where's commander Wells now?
Bellevue psych hold.
That's too bad.
Do you recognize the girl?
No, sorry.
Nice hotel.
I don't know it.
You recognize it?
Detective Timoney.
You prefer to patronize more out-of-the-way places.
That makes sense.
You know what would make more sense?
For you to work this case for two minutes.
How 'bout that?
What are you saying?
That I act professional?
At least prove that you can be.
Sir, let me ask you,
as a retired D.T yourself...
detective Timoney here has been know to frequent
a few of the nicer Manhattan hotels,
under the radar, so to speak.
You and that canned ham Rhinegold
think you're pretty funny, don't you?
Excuse me?
Yeah, I called over there to talk to him.
He gave me your names.
Along with a lot of innuendo
and gossip that I didn't need.
Well, I don't know what old Chuck said, but...
well, it's not worth repeating.
But I'll say this.
You know a cop who says he hasn't slept with another cop,
I got news for ya.
That cop's a liar.
Cops being with other cops is not the issue, okay?
The issue is an unfair advantage.
The issue is level playing field.
Well, unless the job has changed and no one told me,
I think the issue is solve cases.
Are we done here?
'Cause I need to get back to work.
Thanks, detective.
[Phone ringing]
Bellows.
Uh, commander Wells?
Hey, there. I'm detective Timoney.
This is detective Velerio.
No, uh, we're not here to arrest you, sir.
We're homicide, not vice.
Homicide?
Yes, a man was found dead in his hotel room
on the east side this morning,
and we're looking for this woman
in connection to that.
She killed someone?
You recognize her?
Yes. But the hair was blonde, not red.
But that's her. That's...
that's the girl I was with.
And you're not from around here, is that correct?
What were you doing in New York?
I'm part of a delegation
briefing the U.N Security Council
on fleet movements in the Gulf.
Where'd you pick up the girl?
Hotel bar.
I couldn't sleep.
Did you know she was a prostitute?
Yes, I...
[sighs heavily]
I just... it wasn't a great feeling,
but I didn't think...
My wife died a year ago.
My kids are graduated. I...
I didn't think I'd be hurting anyone.
I see.
Uh, did you notice if she handled your drink at all?
Well, not at... not at the bar.
In the hotel room, when I came out of the bathroom,
she'd made drinks for us both.
She tell you anything about herself?
Say anything that could, um, identify her?
She said her name was Candace.
I-I assumed that wasn't true.
Then she said she liked my uniform,
my, uh, my dress blue uniform.
And she stole it.
And I know this is a very embarrassing situation,
but at least you're walking away, huh?
I...
I know I'm not dead like that man you mentioned, no.
And I'm very grateful for that.
But I reported myself to naval intelligence.
I probably won't be walking away.
Thank you for your time.
- Yeah, second part. - Second part?
Yeah.
Thanks for helping me, though. I appreciate it.
Hey, stop talking about me.
We weren't.
Why not?
You'll be happy to know
operation floorboard is almost done with.
Just gotta sand, stain, and varnish.
Tomorrow.
All right there, pet?
Oh, yeah.
Pop, it's Mr. Dunsmore who's your friend
that works at the department of defense?
Dougie Dunsmore, yeah.
Well, tell him I'm gonna call him.
About a case?
Yeah, there's this naval commander
who got caught up in something we're working on,
and I just want to talk to him about it.
You have a friend at the department of defense?
That's not too shabby.
Yeah, he was a pilot on my helicopter.
Your...
w-where?
Vietnam.
Des, you were in Vietnam?
Got over there in '68.
When I was only one, he enlisted in the marines.
My mom almost killed him before he even got there.
Country gave me a lot. I wanted to give back.
Had to do it again, I probably wouldn't have,
but, uh, there we are.
I was a door gunner on a helicopter gunship.
Man, the only reference I have to that
is in movies.
I saw a lot of things I couldn't unsee.
Tried to talk Janie out of going into the cops
because of it.
Figured I'd seen enough bodies for the two of us.
But, well, she wouldn't listen.
You said you wanted me to be an ice skater.
[Laughter]
Well, you had talent.
I had skates.
You need a little more than that, I think.
Oh, hold on. I gotta call Owen at his mom's
and say good night.
I'll be right back, you guys.
You sure you're all right?
- Dan Costello. - What about him?
Something happen?
I mean, since last week?
Nothing else had to happen.
What happened already is enough.
I caught this case today at a hotel
that we used to go to.
Head of security is a retired D.T.
He recognized me.
Duffy was with me, and they had a great old time.
Can't unmake a mistake like that Costello one, Janie.
You knew that when you were doing it.
All you can do is atone.
And to hell with the rest of 'em.
To hell with 'em.
To hell with who?
Ice skaters.
Your blood came back from the lab.
You and the guy that died,
you were both drugged with, um, ketamine.
Ketamine?
Yeah, special k?
It's an animal tranquilizer. Horses, mostly.
What is happening?
35 years in the Navy,
two tours in Iraq,
and I almost die from a horse tranquilizer?
You didn't, though, so...
I-I need to see what's taking so long.
Excuse me.
[Loud chatter]
Duffy, any chance this is gonna happen today?
It's like herding cats here.
- I'm so sorry. - Number five.
- Number three? - No, thank you, I'm good.
- Number five. - Ladies.
Ladies... hello, hello.
'Ello, 'ello. Ladies.
I don't care what you want to be.
- Ladies. - You're number three.
- [Whistles shrilly] - Ow!
- Ladies! - Was that necessary?
Yes, it was. Listen up.
Sooner we get this done,
sooner you can all go back to your day.
So everybody pay attention to detective Duffy here.
Hmmm, hello, detective Duffy.
He actually likes to be called Reg.
Reg.
How are they hanging, Reg?
Low and lazy.
Everyone hang up your phones
and get into groups of five.
You, pinky, take those outta your ears, right?
So none of them even looked familiar to him?
No. Okay? The lineups were a bust.
So tell me what else we're doing.
What are we doing?
Well, I been following up at the hotels
off that picture we've been circulating,
but nobody's recognizing her yet.
I been to pretty much every veterinary clinic
this side of Manhattan,
and I discovered one thing.
What?
I don't like animals.
What have you got, Augie?
- On this case? - Yeah.
Nothing.
However, at the shooting range,
which our lieutenant mandated
we all must visit in order to qualify
our field weapons, or risk riding a desk,
out of a possible 100 rounds, 78 being passing...
[Whispers] I got a 96.
Will you shut up?
No, I don't think I will shut up about that, my friend.
I think actually I'm going to keep talking...
Augie, Augie, Augie. What about this case?
What about our case that is circling the bowl
as we speak?
Didn't you two fools used to work in narcotics?
Doesn't narcotics mean drugs?
Is not ketamine a drug?
Thank you.
Why are you talking to me right now?
What's your point there, sarcasmo?
His point is, where are your snitches?
Where are your C.I's?
Who do either of you know on street level
who knows where to get ketamine?
Anyone? Can you think?
Bugsy.
Augie had this snitch, Bugsy,
club kid, right?
And now he's doing whatever club kids do
in their 30s.
Fantastic.
[Indistinct chatter]
Hey, uh, Bugsy!
Hi, hipsters.
How's it going, Bugsy? How are you, man?
I know my rights, all right?
I ain't gotta talk to you about anything.
Listen, Bugsy, I just wanna ask you a few questions.
You mind if I borrow him just for a second, guys?
Just need to have a little chat.
You wanna be a tough guy in front of your friends?
All right, let's go. Let's be tough.
You like the way I sold that?
Yeah, it was great.
Stand right over here.
Detective Blando, how's it going?
Can't complain. You?
- Good. - Good, yeah.
You guys are still homicide, right, not narco anymore?
Oh, yeah, homicide.
Your moms must be proud, huh?
So we're working on a case.
We're trying to figure out about who's got any special k.
Sorry, guys.
I don't go down the k-hole anymore these days.
Why don't you tell us who does?
Come on. I mean, look.
It's... it's different out there now.
I mean, a lot of independent contractors.
It's not as simple as "tell us who does."
Okay.
Well, listen, when we bust whoever you tell us about,
we're gonna be confiscating the merchandise.
All right?
And when we do...
There is a possibility
that this merchandise might be misplaced.
In the confusion.
You, uh, you spill some my way?
Listen, Bugsy.
We're homicide now.
So we don't care what happens to the drugs anymore.
We don't care.
So...Come on.
Whaddaya got?
Come on. Fine.
But... but I don't have a name. I just got a number.
Write it down.
So we, uh, we're good? Can I go?
[Sniffs]
[Clears throat] One second.
- You ready? - Yeah.
[Clears throat]
- Where you want it? - The, uh, what?
The merchandise?
No, we're gonna bust you up a little bit.
You don't want customers out there
thinking that you and us are buddies, right?
So, Augie, you gonna bust him up?
Oh, I'm gonna hit him right now.
All right, he's gonna pop you in the mouth.
Okay? He's gonna make it look good.
Listen. Listen to me.
He's gonna make it look real good.
- No. - Relax.
You want Lou to hit you?
- I'll do it. - You know what?
I'm gonna hold you right here. Hold on.
Hold it! Hold it! Guys, come on! Seriously!
- I'll hit him. - Okay, go ahead.
- Hold still. - You don't have to do this.
Listen. It's just gonna be one hit and then done.
Close your eyes.
Close 'em.
Hit him with the left.
Right's too hard.
Hit him with the left.
[Snickers]
Seriously, guys? Come on!
That's not funny!
Where's your sense of humor? Get outta here.
Awesome, guys. Thanks a lot.
You know what I shoulda asked him?
I shoulda asked him if he was
"Pickin' his feet in Poughkepsie".
Did you see his face? Oh, my God.
[Cell phone rings]
We gotta buy that guy a present.
Yeah, it's Blando.
Yeah.
Oh.
What happened?
[Indistinct chatter]
[Chatter on radio]
He was just laying there.
By himself.
I don't know.
She just appeared out of nowhere.
We were just at a bar, and... [Sniffles]
You're not sure?
And he'd just won a bunch of money, the winner.
[Indistinct whispering]
Marcus called me around 11:30.
He sounded drunk.
Said he felt really sick.
So I got dressed, took the elevator up...
And he didn't answer.
By the time I got housekeeping to open his door...
This was taken in the lobby.
10:56 this evening.
That's her.
That's the girl we met at the raceway.
Raceway?
Westchester.
Me and Marcus, we come into the city
couple times a year from upstate, corning.
Hit the horse races.
A little fun, something to look forward to.
That's why I...
That's what really bothers me.
I just felt like something wasn't right,
but I didn't want to say anything
'cause I didn't want to spoil it.
Spoil what?
Marcus.
He won big.
We cashed his, uh, ticket in,
and then he said he wanted to buy me a top shelf shot.
Then we went into the bar,
and I don't know where she even came from.
This girl starts talking to him.
Flirting with him?
And I know the only reason
she's being nice to Marcus is on account of his payday.
But I didn't say nothing.
He's my friend.
15 years I'm working with him,
and I don't say boo.
[Sniffs]
There's no way that you could've known
that this was gonna happen.
- So, Blando. - Yeah.
- What's a beautiful, high-class proz
doing at the harness races, anyway?
Well, I've been out there on an unofficial capacity
once or twice... A week.
And I'll tell you,
the only beautiful girls that are working there
are the fillies.
Trust me.
You know, with the horses,
maybe that's where she got her ketamine.
Maybe.
So check out all the employees at the racetrack,
see who has a criminal record for dealing.
Lou's working on that right now.
Okay, so what's happening with the number
that Bugsy gave us?
Well, we keep calling and calling.
Nobody answers.
Plus, it's a burner, so it's untraceable.
I gotta hit the head.
Hey, how'd it go?
Could your groupings be covered by a dinner plate
or a saucer?
Uh, the important thing is, I qualified.
You hate shooting.
I'm man enough to admit it.
I'm not a fan of shooting, no.
I like to think I have other strengths.
Like what?
I can make babies laugh.
You went to the range?
Damn, I still gotta go and do that.
All right, so this is what I got.
They got a veterinary hospital at the raceway,
which means they got a lot of ketamine.
But none of the employees there have any record for dealing.
- So what? - We're going anyway.
Have fun with that. I'm taking a nap.
You have fun.
If the raceway here is a dead end,
then what are we doing?
Gonna cross that bridge when I come to it.
So you don't know.
[Horse whinnies]
I'm gonna cut you some slack
with the attitude today, Duffy.
Oh, you will?
Yeah. I mean, it must be tough.
Divorced, catholic, living with his mommy.
I feel bad enough for you already.
I don't live with my mother.
Oh, I'm sorry. That was my mistake.
So the other day, when you were yelling
at the guy from the bank on the phone
about how your address and your mom's address
were the same, that was...
same building, different apartment.
Oh, I see.
Personal space, but, uh, your mom still makes your bed
and cooks for ya.
Good thinking, Duffy.
Don't talk about my mother.
Hello. Detective Jane Timoney, NYPD.
What can I do for you, detectives?
Uh, we need to check your supply of ketamine
against your record of use.
May I ask why?
Well, because we think some of your supply
might be missing.
That's impossible.
We keep all our schedule III narcotics
locked up at all times.
Anybody have the combination besides you?
No one... uh, except Dr. Haziakian,
but he's on vacation.
Where can we find this Dr. Haziakian?
Not sure. His nephew might know.
So who's his nephew?
Gary.
Tibbits, not Haziakian.
Where can we find him?
He's out back.
Oh.
This isn't right.
What, vials are missing?
[Indistinct speech on radio]
So does this nephew work full time?
So what? His Uncle pays him under the table or something?
I promised not to say anything.
Am I in trouble?
So out back. What's out back mean?
Hey, there, gents.
You know a guy... uh, Gary Tibbits?
Know him?
Tibbits? Uh, he works here.
You speak English?
Gary Tibbits?
We know he works back here. You don't know him?
Duffy.
Gary Tibbits?
Hey, Gary.
[Horse whinnies]
[Horse whinnies loudly]
Duffy.
I think we lost him.
Yeah, maybe.
Think I should call the squad and tell 'em
we're going back to square one.
Okay, then. But first, you know what?
Maybe I'll just take a few target shots
at these bales here.
What if I did that? You think anybody would mind?
- Mm-mm.
Just remember to take the safety off.
No, no, no, no! Don't shoot, don't shoot!
- Hands. - Don't shoot, don't shoot!
Let's see your hands. Get out here.
On your face. Get down.
- Chill out. - Get your face down.
Don't tell me to chill out.
Have you got anything on you?
- No. - Lie down.
So you don't take calls from numbers you don't know?
It's smart. I'd do the same thing if I were you.
- Keep your head down. - Get your shoe off me.
I'm gonna puke.
Take it off you?
What are you lying in a stable for then, you fool?
Where is she?
Which one?
Really?
You think I want to hear a story
that's gonna make people all sympathetic towards you
when I have you for conspiracy to murder either way?
What are you talking about?
I didn't kill nobody.
If we find out you sold special k
to this woman who killed two, almost three men,
in the eyes of the law,
it's like you poisoned them yourself.
I didn't poison no one.
I'm innocent.
- Mm-hmm.
Is she your girlfriend, Gary?
Is that why you're protecting her?
She's not my girlfriend.
- Uh-huh, but you're willing to do a life sentence for her.
You're not listening to me.
I have no idea what they were doing.
I swear. Oh, they.
Yeah, they.
Okay, 'cause...
I may... may have sold
some special k to a friend of mine,
who may be the boyfriend of that girl.
- Mm-hmm.
So you tell us where this girl is,
and I will tell the A.D.A how helpful you've been.
I don't know where she is.
Hell, I don't even know who she is.
All I've ever done
is I've seen her hanging at the track with my friend.
Okay, so where is this friend of yours right now?
Sure.
I'll tell you where he is.
Okay.
And then you gotta let me walk outta here.
Huh. Walk.
You got a killer out there, right?
- Uh-huh.
You need me more than I need you.
'Cause if you were gonna find him without me,
you would've done it already.
I tell you where he is, and then...
and then I get to leave.
That ain't happening, Gary.
Okay, so the next guy who dies is on you.
Oh, okay.
[Door slams]
It's conspiracy to murder. That's what it is.
I know.
That guy doesn't get a deal.
Yeah, well, we gotta give the guy something,
or she's gonna kill some other poor slob.
Here you guys go. You ready for this?
Yeah.
Tibbits served 18 months at fulton for dealing, right?
He got out ten months ago.
So?
So his cellmate for 17 of those months
was a drug dealer.
Ward Foster.
He just got released two months ago.
A drug dealer, you say.
Thank you.
Yep.
Nice.
Hey, Gary.
We, uh, want to talk to you.
I know you do.
We know you're looking for a deal, so...
yeah. I am.
Well, yeah, so we talked about it, and...
Here's what we got for ya.
What is this?
Ward Foster's address.
Turns out we don't need you.
We got it ourselves.
[Door clicks open] Ah, here we are.
This gentleman's gonna take you downtown to book you.
No, no, no, no.
And just between you and me,
you really had us over a barrel there for a second.
Yeah, but things turned out for the best.
- I didn't do nothing. - Life, huh?
- No, no, no. - Life is crazy.
This isn't fair. I didn't do nothing.
[Chuckling]
I didn't do nothing!
[Muffled] Boom.
I can take you down, sucker. Come on.
Boom, boom. Boom!
Come on, boom!
[Knocks on door]
Mr. Foster. NYPD.
[Laughs]
Come on, come on. Where you at, where you at?
Boom! Kill shot.
Boom!
Mr. Foster!
Boom, boom, boom.
What's up? What's up, son? What's up?
[Chattering]
- See your hands, buddy! - Yeah!
[Laughing] Come on!
Boom!
Ho, ho.
What's up? What's up?
Come on, you can't handle me.
Come on!
Bam! Bam!
Boom, boom, boom! Bam!
Oh. Hey.
Ahoy there, Matey.
- Where is she Ward? - And don't tell us
you don't know who we're talking about,
'cause that's just a waste of everyone's time.
Your old cellie Gary Tibbits
told us all about you guys, so...
Huh.
Have to admit, this is not the attitude I was expecting.
Yeah, it's a little weird.
This kind of loyalty from a guy
who tricks out his girlfriend?
Usually as soon as it starts getting hot for him,
the pimp throws the girl under the bus.
Look, I'm not... I'm not a pimp.
I don't trick her out.
All right. Take it easy.
So you're gonna take the full hit, then?
Just to be clear.
Conspiracy to murder, life in prison.
For a girl does guys for money.
Look, she doesn't.
Oh, I assure you that she does.
Look, she don't do them.
A'ight? She just...
she...
and here we go.
Back to the silent treatment.
He must really be in love with her.
You must really love her, Ward.
Obviously, he must be.
I mean, she's got two bodies on her already,
and apparently, he's ready to go down for her.
It's kinda admirable.
I guess. Romantic.
You guys can stop talking, okay?
It's not gonna work.
You can torture me, even.
- Can we? - That'd be great.
Let's see if the torture guys are back from lunch.
I thought it was your turn.
Nah, you know what?
My arm's a little sore.
Hey, commander.
How you doing there?
Thought you might want this back.
Thank you.
Does this mean that you caught her?
No, sir. Sorry.
But we, uh, did get the boyfriend.
He had my uniform?
Yeah, that's why we got it fumigated for you.
I'm grateful. Thank you.
You're very welcome.
Can I ask you something, commander?
Did you have sex with that girl?
What?
Did you have sex with her?
With the perp?
I already told you no.
Not that I wasn't intending to,
but I couldn't see straight, so no.
I understand, I understand.
Would you be willing to take a polygraph test
to that effect?
Ohhh. I don't understand. Why?
It's all good. Come on.
I think this is something you're gonna want to see, Ward.
Nothing you can show me's gonna get me to change my mind.
Then what's the harm?
Come on.
[Polygraph machine ticking]
- Are you right-handed?
Yes.
Are you in New York City?
Yes.
These are what you call baseline questions.
The needle not moving much means he's telling the truth.
Did you bring a woman up to your hotel room?
Yes.
Did you have sex with that woman?
No.
[Machine clicks loudly]
Did you have sexual intercourse with that woman?
No, I didn't. [Machine clicking loudly]
- One-word answers, please, sir.
This is bogus.
You wanna try the machine,
see how bogus it really is?
She'd never have sex with him.
Sure, sure. Girls hate guys in uniforms.
Everybody knows that.
Are you in the U.S. Navy, sir?
Yes.
Are there three people in this room?
Yes. [Clears throat]
Did you have sexual intercourse with that woman?
No.
Oh, oh, oh! Look at that, look at that!
It's just this.
It makes the machine go crazy.
It was a magnet.
I mean, I'm glad to help. I just...
if you would've known, it wouldn't have worked.
See, that's what sold it.
The not knowing.
Gimme some. Mm!
Thanks so much, commander.
We really appreciate you playing with us.
Yeah, thanks.
Come on. We'll walk you out.
You don't deserve this, Ward.
I'll tell you that much.
Someone loyal like you
puts your trust in a girl like that,
it's just not right.
It's not.
- Mm-mm.
You seem like a faithful guy.
You seem like a loyal guy.
Some women just want to take advantage of a guy like that.
How the hell could she do that to me?
What...
I'm sorry, Ward. I really am.
I don't know what else to say.
Okay, well, what...
so what now? Now what happens?
What do you mean?
What...
she killed those two guys, right, Emma?
Hmm.
- I mean, I-I...
I don't think she meant to do it.
But she doesn't care about what I think, right?
Probably not.
She fooled the hell outta me,
so may... maybe I'm wrong anyway.
May... maybe... maybe she meant to do it.
I-I just...
I just... [Sniffs]
I wanna help you catch her.
Just tell me.
What do I have to do?
Remember, you don't have to get Emma to say
she killed anybody, Ward.
Okay?
You just have to get her to talk about how
she used ketamine on those guys.
Got it?
Right, right.
All right, here you go.
Put it in your pocket.
So everything that's said from now on,
it's gonna be recorded,
and it's gonna be heard by us in here.
So you know when you have enough to...
to come in and grab her?
Right.
So if you burn us or you try to run away,
we're gonna know about it.
I won't try to do that, okay?
Oh, I know you won't.
Ah, come on, Lou.
The kid's doing us a big favor.
Thank you for everything you're doing.
You're welcome.
All right.
Time to go.
Poor little heartbroken creep.
[Indistinct chatter]
[Inaudible]
In the morning, how do you like your eggs?
Mm, scrambled.
Mm, okay.
Do you love cats?
They love to sleep on my head.
Oh.
She's good, man. Thank you.
Excuse me.
I said she's good.
Excuse me just a sec.
What are you doing here?
You're gonna scare off all these guys.
I wanted to give you this.
I don't need that. I already have enough.
This is better.
It's not as strong as the stuff you have.
I figured after what happened, then maybe you'd...
okay, fine, but you have to get out of here.
I don't want this to look like something.
I'm worried about you, em.
Okay?
I mean, you... you gotta be more careful.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, I mean, how did you give it to them?
Huh?
I mean, aren't you supposed to, like,
pre-measure it or something?
And what, say, "come here, sir,
I'm just gonna give you this shot"?
When they're getting undressed
or they're going to the bathroom,
they're not looking,
I pour some k into their drink.
That's what I do, okay?
I can't get all complicated with it.
Some of them are so suspicious,
they never take their eyes off me.
Then I never get a chance at all.
So then you... you just... you leave, right?
No. I don't just leave.
When you can't give 'em the k,
you just... you just turn around, and you leave.
If I just left, how would you get the money
to pay for your stupid sneakers
or your games or whatever, ward?
Huh? Shut up.
You shut up!
What are you doing?
[All shouting at once]
Ward, take it easy. Take it easy.
Good job, ward. Until the choking part.
You hooker!
Stay there.
You looked much better as a redhead.
Hey, we got it under control here.
It's all right. Let's go.
Huh.
So apparently, you're a smart girl, huh?
Salutatorian of your high school.
Merit scholarship to Fordham.
Better than I did.
Sorry.
That's okay.
It's just, you know, if you're smart,
which you are,
and you're also a good judge
of people's height and weight,
it'd probably be easy to just go on the Internet
and figure out the right amount to give people,
you know?
Of ketamine.
I mean, unless the point is, you don't care
if you get it right.
You don't care if you kill them.
Okay... what? Kill who?
What's ketamine?
Then again, maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe you just kissed a lot of ass
and did a lot of "extra credit",
and you're not that smart.
Maybe you're just a dumb thief whore.
I'm not a whore.
Either way.
Whore, not a whore.
Still a murderer.
You'll pardon me for saying this, sir,
but this is not a thing
that should be ending your career.
Prostitution's illegal.
Right.
Which is why you won't mess with it again.
You will have to come back and testify, commander.
But there's no reason anybody in Annapolis
has to know that.
I told you, they already know.
Right.
Because you called and told naval intelligence.
Actually, uh, I think that's gonna be okay.
How's that?
I called my dad's friend from the D.O.D,
and, uh, upshot is,
he thinks he can keep it from going up the ladder, so.
Why?
Why would you do that for me?
I don't know. You seem like a good man.
You did something stupid,
and at least you escaped with your life.
So maybe you should just be grateful and move on
and not do anything stupid again.
Not for nothing, but that's what I think you should do.
Is that what you would do?
That's what I'm doing, sir.
[Gunshots]
43 out of 50.
Good job, detective. See you in six months.
All right, Frank.
[Rapid gunfire]
And I know I'm not gonna be seeing anything
outside the gray with you.
Perfect score.
Thank you, thank you. [Hands slapping]
Thank you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Thank you, thank you.
Janie, didn't you just qualify two weeks ago?
What brings you back today?
You just forget about that?
No, I didn't forget.
I just like it here.
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