the little rat came over. he was beat up, soaked through. what time? a little after 9:00. was it, like, 9:05 or as late as 10:00? it was not past 9:15. i would be more exact, but i couldn't get to a clock before he split with half of my compact discs. did stympy seem nervous, agitated? he was stympy, so, yeah, both those things. all right. that's all i know, all right? if anything i said helps him, then i would like to press separate charges for the cds. sit still a minute, will ya? [ groans, scoffs ] he'll be what's left after nuclear war. that hooker had that stympy powell with her last night. -but he still could've had time to do the murder. -you need to re-canvas. e.s.u. found a typewriter near where the body was. the bottom of the typewriter was near caved in, and there was blood where the rain didn't get to.

typewriter for a murder weapon. that's fresh. millie, one of the late-tour detectives is gonna take your report. then we can put stympy in the system for boosting your cds off you. nah, don't collar the little creep. no, huh? no. put somebody in the cell deserves the free food. hey, millie. what? does stympy have a typewriter that you know about? yeah. yeah, he writes back and forth with all the presidents. clinton faxes him for advice daily. - [ laughing ] - let's go. we got one witness that puts the guy where the d.o.a was tending bar. another witness saw him dump the girl's effects on the street. - this is the homeless crackhead? - mm-hmm. this guy had a bite on his hand that i would put money on came from the dog that was guarding the junkyard where the d.o.a. was dumped. - the grand jury won't indict. - [ scoffs ]

with this girl's wallet, but the grand jury still won't indict? it's all this evidentiary nonsense about directly connecting him to the crime. we got enough for a warrant on his place? - i could dress it up enough to get you a warrant. - how come with you, cohen, it comes out like the principal doing us a favor? 'cause the school's the constitution, sipowicz, and you're the class dunce. hey, greg, a man downstairs says he saw that neighbor woman, mrs. buono, was nice to the d.o.a.'s wife. he says he saw mrs. buono out on the stoop at 4:00 this morning. we ought to ask her about that. yeah, well, she's not inside. uh-- note says, "frank, i'm with hilda." this is her apartment. - what's going on? - are you frank buono? yeah. i'm detective martinez.

we'd like to ask you some questions if you got a minute. okay. i, uh-- i'd like to get down with my wife and mrs. johnson, bein' her husband died. - absolutely. - what time did you leave the building this morning? - uh, 5:30. - did you see anything unusual? - no. - were you and your wife home all night last night? - either of you go out at all? - we were home since 7:00. - and you were here right through till the morning? - yeah. early this morning while you were still sleeping? - i sleep bad. i'd have heard. - one of your neighbors said he saw your wife outside on the stoop at 4:00 when he went to work. - who said that? - he figured she'd been out walking since she was knocking the mud off her shoes. - i-i don't know what to say about this. - frank, would you mind coming down to the station house with us? we can clear up these discrepancies. i wanna talk to my wife.

yeah. yeah, sure. okay. he's mostly quiet. sometimes you get noises late. what type of noises? sex noises... involved in sex. you ever get a look at any of the women he brings over here? never one. but this unit's got a backyard entrance. um, that's to the backyard. we'll check it out. could you just stand over here to the side until we finish? let's get crime scene in here, have 'em process the bed. see what they come up with. as neat as this guy is, though,

andy. he is neat. the titles are alphabetically. look here. here's his reading material. oh, a special section. bobby, andy, we came up with some kind of black bag on the trash cans. like a body bag. d.o.a.'s a blonde? 'cause there's blonde hairs in the bag. yeah, she's blonde. why don't you get crime scene in here? yeah. - so that's this guy's act? - mm-hmm. unless he's some kind of student on female buttocks. detective kirkendall, 15th squad.

ace was wiped clean. the body bag that they found on the trash cans-- that was a casket cover. so we got the lab working on some blonde hairs that were caught in the zipper. it's gonna take a couple weeks for d.n.a. suppose the hairs come out the d.o.a.'s? body bag's not on his premises. any way to put it with lentz? okay, what about the porno tapes? well, this guy lentz, he had some shrine to his top three stars.

you'd never mistake 'em for each other. maybe he saw her as a close enough second. - well-- - [ door opens ] have a seat. thanks. sure. you know, i'm very worried about my husband. i think you got basis for worry, mrs. buono. and please believe me, we want to get this resolved without hurtin' people more than we have to. being honest with me, you think i should have an attorney present? that depends on what you feel needs concealing, carol. i don't want to conceal anything or cause more hurt.

[ gasps ] oh! [ sobbing ] oh, god. what can you tell me about this typewriter? oh, god, forgive us. god, forgive us. you want god's forgiveness for you and who else? hmm? i can't say. i can't. when will my wife arrive? i'm not exactly sure about that, frank. i'm reluctant to have a conversation until i see her. - i can understand that. - thanks.

in the middle of the night, the area where this typewriter was found. she's outside without explanation, 4:00 a.m., seen by a witness cleaning mud from her shoes. what we're gonna pursue is that mud from the lot where your neighbor's body was found. she didn't do anything, so will you leave her alone? we can't do that until we get an explanation. frank, the reason we're looking to you for help is, uh, how would your wife have the strength to kill sig? you know, how he died. and yet,he was outside and somehow involved. tell us the truth, and we'll see what we can do to help. she just moved the typewriter. that's it. your wife took the typewriter from the lot around 4:00 this morning and threw it in the dumpster? that's her whole involvement. frank, why'd she move the typewriter?

[ crying ] why'd you do it, frank? she types. she types to help expenses, but only if it don't cut in, you know? briefs for a law firm. but if it don't cut in. come home last night, 9:30, no dinner. there's no dinner all week. just tick-tick-tick from her typing. don't even know i come home. i lost my temper. i lost control. i wanted dinner. and look up at least when i come in. we don't got a window. i-- i went and threw it off the roof. [ sobbing ] the dark-- i never even knew i hit sig. she didn't know he was hurt until she snuck out to bring it back in, hoping it wasn't busted too bad. she finally called and told me this afternoon.

i'm such an xxxxxxx.

we're gonna tell you how things are, mel, then you'll decide the future direction. i didn't do anything.

t's crap. that casket casing that you put antoinette's body in, mel? some of her hair got caught when you zippered her up in that. i don't know what you're talking about. that's first cousin to "i didn't do nothing," and it's gonna get you struck. there was nothing incriminating on my property. you wanna bet your life that a jury's gonna care if it was on your property or in the alley just off of it? i never hurt anybody in my life. i never even got a speeding ticket. why am i gonna kill her? that's what we were wondering, mel. what hatched your sick self from the eggshell? no, i don't have ladies to my place. what about, uh, christy darling? you don't whip your skippy thinking about what you'd do to her if you saw her out on the street? what about chantal marmont? you saw chantal, you'd follow her to work, wouldn't you? - i don't know 'em. - [ paper bag rustling ]

i don't know any of these people. candy champagne, mel. this is the porn actress that's on half your closet wall. looks like some stuff's been washed off her picture there, mel. what type fluid would that be? i don't know her, and i'm a normal guy. that room with the shrine to the porn queens, that looked real normal. -there's nothing wrong with pornography. -they made a movie about that. right? larry flynt? he's a big hero. - i happen to be normal, all right? - mm-hmm. mel. let's whip 'em out here. we'll all be normal together. this guy's half a xxx. whoa, whoa, andy. you're a normal guy that doesn't deal easily with women. is that more fair? i satisfy myself. mel satisfying himself. that's what got washed off all these pictures. you get scared around women? i just don't-- i just don't have a smooth line. and that's frustrating, right? words don't come when you want 'em.

n-mute before human women. no, he hides at home, and he flogs his dummy to pictures he don't have to talk to. i try to make myself understood. i am a normal person! so, mel, this girl reminded you of candy? the one you talked to in the bar? half-blind geek. he probably thought it was the same broad. - i try to make myself understood. - how'd you do that, mel, huh? you jump on the table, pull out your johnsonand k? - andy. - i talk to her one person to anher. - yeah? i wouldn't know anything about that. - whoa, whoa. one second, mel. don't start with "i don't know anything about that," 'cause then you're gonna lose me. okay, i tried to talk to her repeatedly and politely. don't you understand, bobby? mel was just trying to make friends. i am a normal person! and i told her that she resembled a friend of mine, and i tried to talk to her normally. and she told you you're a half-blind geek,

-and she screamed at me! -provoking him in that fashion? screaming and trying to protect herself, yet people can't fathom why a weak-eyed, tiny-xxxxed pervert like mel would go committing a murdeder. okay! all right! i wanna say this the way that i wanna say it and not the way that he makes it sound! it's your statement, mel. your statement. okay, i'm gonna say this the way that i want to!! all right. put the facts right down here in the context that you want 'em seen. let him put it however he wants it. this country-- i don't know what the hell is happening to it. [ door slams ] so how'd it go today, gina? good, lieutenant.

- hey, all done? - hey, jamam. what's the matter? i guess i'm relieved that the first shift is over, and everyone's being so nice. yeah. i got specific plans carrrrng through with that this evening. i'll meet you outside? yeah. give me a huhured-step head start, all right? [ knocking ] yeah? hey. hey. i'll, um-- i'll make us spaghetti and meatballs. i don't know how long this building thing is gonna take. - i got henry, this old lady. - i'll make the meatballs, and i'll put the water on low for the pasta.

d. - boss xxxxxx off i took the lost time? - no, not at all. your mom show up? oh, she still has a cold. i think that could last a few years. i'm-i'm so nervous talking about it with you, bobby. it's okay. i'm not pretending my dad didn't do what he did, or the family problems. i just don't want it to be all we talk about. i think you talked about it, like, a total of five minutes. if you had to guess about the building, , at do you think, a couple hours? if it's more than a couple hours, i want you over there with a gun. i've never been so involved with my cooking. this---- [ sighs] this broadening out the base of our relationship is rough. although the counselor says i've also got

so it might be good for me to bang you in the shower right now. why don't we try to stay employed? and, uh, let me see to this building thing. that's one way to stay dry.

henry, i've dealt with her before, all right? [ buzzing ] [ woman ] who is it? it's bobby simone. - evening, mrs. murphy. - what? remember, we said we were gonna come over and talk to you? - and i'd like to know about what. - can we come in? concerning what subject? see this, simone? this is her hand. this is yours. painting is, uh,h, comi. - chronic and typical,l, . - what was that? nothing, edie. saying what a pleasure you are to work for. you can see the end of every brushstroke. the surface of these walls look like a world war i battlefield. i never said i was michelangelo. - - at did he say? - henry was saying he's doing the best that he can. and i would say to my students, "a poor thing it is." this woman needs a beating. now, you and i had an agreement.

he's'sainting, mrs. murphy. [ laughs ] -he's wasting paint. -bring her tea, bring her mail. i'm like custer at little bighoror breaks open my mailbox rather than climb the flight for my key. -someone else did that, edith. -malarkey. what was i after, coupons from payless? i got your note about the mailbox, and i'm definitely gonna get to that. meanwhile, i was the one that asked henry to look out for r e postman. bring the mail up to you so it wouldn't just sit there in an open box. look at those brushstrokes.. . all right. uh, you know what? i work a late tour on thursday. i'll come around thursday morning. i'll finish the job myself. [ laughs ] oh, i hope it wasn't you who did the hallways. - no, ma'am. - i painted these hallways, edith, when this was my mother's building. they're a decent job. so is this here. and you're an ungrateful biddy! - henry-- - you're a layabout. - come on now, mrs. murphy. - not up to his potential.

hey! if you've come here to say he's quit, say so and go. - i don't need a long preamble. - henry is not looking to quit, mrs. murphy. he wants an understanding what his responsibilities are. - aim for competence! - this is hopeless.. does he want appreciations for his work and his company? he will have to look elsewhere for that. but you do appreciate what henry's d dng for you, don't you, mrs. murphy? he will have to look elsewhere for that-- saying it every hour. i'm not looking for a cessna spelling "thank you" in the sky, edith. - just try not to break my y lls. - there's no gutter here.

to have henry finish this job, right, because i'm paying him to do it? well, yes! [ scoffs, clicks tongue ] i'm saying once, i'm gratatul both the labor and the company. n-nothing, edith. i'll be happy to finish the job. - all right, then. - good, 'cauau i swore that i was painting on thursday. well, my arthritis isn't too bad. would you like to stay for a pot of tea?

[ sisis ] - she's got burns all over her body. - [ officer ] detectives? - she's got burns all over her body. - [ officer ] detectives? i was gonna take it in today. i take 'em in every tuesday to get crushed.

captain'n'log, stardate 2821.5. en route to mockus 3 with a cargo of medical supplpls. our course leads us past murasaki 312, a quasar-like formation, vague, undefined. priceless opportunity for scientific investigation. on board is galactic high commissioner ferris, overseeing the delivery of the medicines to mockus 3. captain to shuttlecraftgalileo-- stand by, mr. spock. i remind you, captain, to get those emergen i'm entirely opposed to this delay. cy medical supplies to mockus 3 in time for their transfer to the new paris colony. no problem, commissioner.