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(horn honking,
train rattling on tracks)

(spray paint hissing onto wall)

MAN: I'm surprised
the paint isn't frozen.

Thought you wanted to do this.

I did.
Defacing personal property

at 5:00 in the morning
sounded great last night.

It's not about
defacing property.

It's about disseminating
a message.

But maybe you've got

more important things to do,
like play Call To Duty.

Hey, I'm here, aren't I?

I think you got
your point across.

Can we just go get coffee now?

I'm not finished.

(sighs)

It's Call Of Duty.

(engines revving)

Abby, come on.

You don't need coffee.
(tires squealing)

(thudding, glass breaking)

- It's a car accident. Somebody
could be hurt. - Abby...

(sighs)

It's just a fender bender.
Everybody's fine.

Well, what if they're not?

The fewer people that know
we're here, the better.

Maybe we should take this as
a sign and just get out of here?

Look, just one more.

Don't you think
that's a little overkill?

(two gunshots)

Abby, wait!

(tires squealing)

Oh, God.

(tires squealing)

LOVATO: So you were just strolling
the streets at 5:00 a.m.,

taking in the beautiful sites?

We were taking pictures
for a photography class.

You must have gotten
some real close-ups.

Your girlfriend has red
paint on her hands.

Look, right now,

I don't care
about murdered cows.

I care about a murdered human.

So I need to make sure

that you're telling me
absolutely everything.

Yeah, I swear.

All right.

She's cute.
Just use your head.

(indistinct radio transmission)

It's so amazing what a guy
would do to impress a girl.

Well, some of you are harder
to impress than others.

You don't have
to impress us.

You just have to
be honest with us.

(laughing):
Oh, be honest?

- That's it?
- Simple as that.

(indistinct chatter,
siren chirps)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(camera shutter clicks)

(exhales through mouth)
Oh, it's mornings

like these that make me
wish I was back in Alabama.

Oh, it's whining about
a little chill in the air

that makes me wish
you were in Alabama, too.

(laughs)

Got a white male,

20s, no ID,
no wallet, nothing.

Looks like

two bullets in the chest.

Any witnesses?

Couple of animal
rights activists...

who have a beef with beef.

FLACK: They were busy
leaving their mark

when they saw two cars, heard
the crash, heard the shots.

LOVATO:
They didn't see anyone,

other than the vic
when the vehicles left.

And their stories match up.

We're looking for a
late-model BMW four-door

rear-ended by an unmarked beige
van with rust and some dents.

At least ten years old.

Two vehicles, two drivers.

Looks like

we're looking for
at least two people.

Whole thing was very fast
and efficient. Could be a hit.

(tires squealing)

TAYLOR:
Junker rear-ends a luxury car...

sounds more like
a carjacking to me.

(grunting, two gunshots)

(tires squealing)

That's one way to trade up.

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♪ Out here in the fields

♪ I fight for my meals

♪ I get my back into my living

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(cama shutter clicking)

(thudding, glass breaking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(tires squealing)

(camera shutter clicking)

(engine revving,
tires squealing)

(camera shutter clicks)

(gunshot, grunting)

(camera shutter clicks)

(hissing)

(whirring)

(beep)

(beeping)

♪

SID:
No hit on the fingerprints

in AFIS, which leaves us
with a Caucasian male,

five foot, ten, 174 pounds,
between 23 and 27 years of age.

I'm guessing COD is no surprise.

Uh, one bullet shattered his sternum.

The other severed his
left main coronary artery

before lodging in his spine.

Blood loss
was rapid and fatal.

Stellate tearing.

These are close contact wounds.

A couple more things.

I found a trace of white
powder in his nostrils.

Just got the results
back from the lab.

- Cocaine?
- Flour.

Bleached and all-purpose.

Oh. Our vic liked to bake.

Well, I'm hoping that, uh,

the other thing
is a bit more helpful?

I have saved
the best for last.

Three scars.
I'd say about a year old?

More bullet wounds?

That's what I thought

until I opened him up and found
he's missing his gallbladder.

Laparoscopic surgery.

That's pretty rare
for a guy this young.

Very rare. Probably no more
than a couple of dozen patients

in the last year
in local hospitals.

Well, who needs fingerprints?

(whirring)

(computer trilling)

(beeps)

Hey.

Hey. Almost done with the,
uh, reconstruction here.

So, how you feeling?

- Uh, fine, thanks.
- Yeah.

How's, uh, Lucy feel about her
possible baby brother or sister?

She's excited.

That's-that's great.

That's great, you know.

You know,
my brother hated me.

Oh. Just, he was so...

He was so pissed all the
time that I was there.

He was just, like,
"Here's the little thing..."

(grunting)

Oh, we totally
worked it out.

Uh, I mean, uh,

eventually, it was
totally, totally cool.

It was totally...

Um, anyway,
what do you got?

I have the year, make and
model of the car if it helps.

That helps a lot.
Did you get

- the fingerprints off the taillights?
- Microdots.

Thieves are targeting
high-end lenses now,

so manufacturers
are dotting them.

I'm running the VIN
through DMV now.

You gave me the "who""
I gave you the "how""

Uh.
And, um, look.

He wasn't, like, super pissed.

- You know?
- Oh...

We... we worked it out.

(sighs)

Yo, Mac, want to go
grab a quick slice?

A slice?

Bullets didn't get
a hit in IBIS,

but hospital records gave
us 17 guys in their 20s

that lost their gallbladder last year,

and only one of 'em
looked like our vic.

Paul Tortucci.

Yeah.
Lives at Carmine and Bleecker.

Above Tortucci's Pizzeria.

He bakes pizzas.

Best in the village.

♪ It's a beautiful night,
all the stars shining bright ♪

♪ For my donna molto bella

♪ The moon's on the rise

♪ There's a glow in the eyes
of my donna molto bella ♪

♪ We drank sparkling prosecco

♪ And the music is echoing
our favorite tarantella ♪

♪ It's a night for amore
(door bells tinkle)

♪ An affare di cuore
with my donna molto bella... ♪

Raphael Tortucci?

That's what my mama calls me.

Only when she's angry.
It's Ray.

NYPD.

Hey, New York's finest.
What can I do for you guys?

You want a slice?
Let me give you a slice.

No, thanks.
We're here about Paul?

Paul. Paulie.
My nephew?

What? He didn't do
anything wrong, did he?

Why don't we step
over here for a sec?

What's going on?

What do you guys
want to talk about?

I'm sorry to have to
tell you this, but, um,

Paul was found
shot this morning.

Shot?
What do you mean, "found shot"?

I don't know what
you're telling me.

He's okay, right?

I'm sorry.

Paulie... my Paulie's dead?

Why don't you have a seat?

(quietly):
Sit down.

Hold on, now.

He was going snowboarding.

What do you mean he was shot?

He was shot by who?

We don't know that yet.

He lived upstairs?

Yeah.

You know how we can
contact his parents?

Oh, God.

They're dead.

They died 16 years ago.

I promised them
I'd take care of him,

I'd watch over him
like he was my own.

I mean, he was my blood,
he was my boy.

- He worked here with you?
- Yeah.

After the funeral,
he didn't want to go home.

(chuckles)

He just wanted to hang
out around here and...

and help us, you know?

He was nine years old, so
I-I gave him an apron,

and I put him on a stool, and...

(sniffs)

He worked beside me since then.

(sighs)

And the trouble,

I mean, bad trouble...

and we're just finally,
we're getting out of the red.

And I was gonna retire...

and I was gonna...

(quietly):
I was gonna leave...

I was gonna leave the place to...
all for nothing.

Will you tell me
what happened?

We think he was carjacked.

(softly):
Carjacked?

...talking about?

He had a fender bender,

and they must have
pulled him out of the car,

and they... they shot him
and took his BMW.

Paulie never drove
a car like that

in his entire life.

He drove a piece of crap van.

Now, who would kill
someone over that?

Nobody.

TAYLOR:
We got this all wrong.

The vic was driving the van.

Then he rear-ended the car.

So, the vic's the carjacker?

Picked a target
that wouldn't give up

without a fight?
(gunshots, grunt)

Except the kid has
a clean record

and his business
was picking up.

Carjacking at gunpoint
feels like a stretch.

Well, maybe it was road
rage on the car's part.

(grunting)

(gunshots)

(groans)

Then why take the van?

That's something
you might want to ask

the owner of the car.

DMV just gave us
a name and address.

(elevator bell dings)

That a new jacket?

Actually, it is.

Well?

It's fine.

Just fine?

Hey, I'm just being honest.

(Lovato sighs)

(Flack knocks)

NYPD.

(woman groans)

Rowena Black?

In person.

Are you the owner
of a black BMW 528?

Are you gonna give me
a parking ticket?

Where were you this morning?

Here.
Asleep.

Can anybody vouch for that?

You mean, did I sleep
with anyone last night? No.

You're gonna have to do
better than that, Ms. Black.

Your car was involved in a
shooting this morning. A murder.

Wait... what?

My car?
You sure?

Positive.

So, unless we can
confirm that story,

we're gonna be talking
at the precinct.

Okay, look, I don't know
what happened.

Last time

I saw my car was three days ago.

I haven't left here since I did this.

Okay.

Nothing on the car?

Owner says it was stolen.

(laughs):
You believe her?

Well, she has no priors and
her boyfriend checks out.

I'm just hoping we can pick up
her car's anti-theft signal

before it ends up
in a chop shop.

So, what do you have?

Now, what don't I?

All right, I found
four sets of skid marks

at the crash site...
front and rear for the van,

front and rear
for the car.

Check this out.

The rear skids are lighter
than the fronts,

and the drag sled

gave me a surface
friction value.

Plug everything into
a velocity formula,

and you get a virtual model
of the collision.

Oh.

Eh? Impressed yet?

I'm getting there.
Go on.

Behold.

I picked up faint
acceleration marks

starting here,

and shadow marks where the car

swerved sharply.

(engine revving)

Then it started braking here.
(tires screech)

Curving skid marks indicate
the van tried to avoid it,

but no chance.

(tires screech)

The car caused the accident?

Looks that way to me.

Which would mean
the luxury sedan

carjacked the van?

Mm, doesn't make any sense.

MAN:
9-Adam-14.

Two vehicles recovered
at Amsterdam and West 57th.

(siren wailing)

Both the van and the car
are intact.

This isn't about auto theft?

Doesn't look like it.

Looks like our vic
was hitting the slopes, huh?

Found his wallet

in his jacket pocket
along with his passport.

So, maybe he was going somewhere

more than just the Poconos, huh?

According to the stamps
in his passport,

he's been in Canada four times
in the last five months.

Take a look a this.

Note the matching damage.

Impact site is

19 inches above the ground.

HAWKES:
The van, 23 inches.

FLACK:
So, something

was weighing the van
down when they hit.

DANNY:
Yeah.

Something that isn't
here anymore.

Well, that explains
the hit on our vic.

This kid was delivering
a lot more than pizzas.

♪

♪

♪

♪

ROSS: This is the car,
this is the van.

The red marks are
the point of impact.

When both vehicles are empty,

there's a difference
of 4.3 inches.

Okay, well, we know there
are two people in the car.

Okay, so add the average
weight of two males.

DANVILLE: And our vic
weighs 174 pounds.

All right, so add that to the van.

Now, we'll add the weight
of the mysterious cargo.

100 pounds, 200 pounds,

300 pounds,

400 pounds,

533 pounds.

He was smuggling over
500 pounds...of what?

I don't know.
Could be anything.

Guns, liquor, drugs.

I would go to option C, since,
uh, I didn't find any prints

in the van, but I did find
some drug trace... P.E.A.

That's a mild amphetamine.

500 pounds is a lot of speed.

A lot of reasons
to kill somebody.

DANVILLE: Not exactly
Tony Montana's mansion.

Paul was probably
just the middleman,

taking a cut like everyone else.

Still,

it looks like
my son's apartment.

He loves sports, gross-out comedies.

Mom and Dad.

What are you doing here?

What's going on?

We're trying to find
some answers, Ray.

We have a warrant to search
your nephew's apartment.

For what? Why?

We found a hidden floor
compartment in your nephew's van.

It was carrying
500 pounds of something.

Looks like he was hoping
to smuggle it into Canada.

What are you talking about?

Wait, hold on, smuggle what?

We're not sure.

It was gone.

But whoever killed Paul
didn't want the van.

They wanted what was inside it.

I told you,

he was going snowboarding.

He said that Quebec
had the best snow

and the prettiest girls there.

He bought the van used.
All right?

So, if there was a hidden
compartment in there,

it was there when he bought it.

Look, all right...

Detective,

I know you don't
know me from Adam,

but Paulie, Paulie, he...

he... he wasn't a drug smuggler.

He was a good boy.

TAYLOR: We found some drug
trace in the van, Ray.

No.

Mac?

There's a couple
of thousand, here.

You know those
little metal pellets

I found on the passenger
mat in the car?

They're castings
from an oxyacetylene torch.

- So, our passenger's a welder.
- Mm-hmm.

I also found GSR on the outside
of the driver's door.

TAYLOR:
Our driver's the shooter.

(gunshot, grunt)

Tall shooter.
He had his seat

all the way back, I put him at
six foot four and a half.

You know that
from the car seat?

I know that from
his rap sheet.

When he hot-wired the car,
he pricked his finger.

Left a little blood trace.

Reno Martell.

TAYLOR:
Auto theft,

assault with a deadly weapon.
Just got out

- of Fishkill.
- Yeah.

His P.O. gave us
his last known.

FLACK:
NYPD, open up!

Boom.

(Danny whistles)

Jackpot.

Jack cheese, maybe.

What?

Think we just made
the largest cheese bust

in NYPD history, buddy.
(sniffs, chuckles)

(siren wailing)

DANNY:
It's-it's Martell with

two "L"s. Now, any friends,
any family, known associates.

You know the deal.

Guys, why don't you start
canvassing the building?

Yeah, sure.
Thanks.

Low-moisture, part-skim
mozzarella.

Same stuff they
use on pizza.

If you had told me this
morning we'd be investigating

a cheese murder,
you know what I would

- have said?
- Please don't.

"No whey."

(groans)
Thought I said "don't."

I guess this explains
the drug trace

in the van... this cheese
contains small amounts of P.E.A.

Doc, people don't kill each
other over dairy product.

Which means the perp

thought it was something else.

Maybe that's exactly
what the vic wanted.

I mean,
the way he...

packaged it up, stored it

in a hidden compartment,
maybe he was trying to con

a bunch of people into thinking
he had a whole lot of coke

or heroin, maybe meth?

Yeah, but the buyer
caught on and tapped him.

What about the fender bender?
I mean, if this was

a revenge hit,
why take the cheese?

Yeah.

Does that part of the floor
look cleaner than the rest?

Yeah, since when does someone
clean a dump like this?

Yeah.

When they've spilled
a lot of blood.

You're here to tell me it was
the mozzarell, aren't you?

You knew about that?

If I did,

Paulie would probably
still be alive today.

I just figured it out.

We think maybe he was
trying to con someone.

Make them think he was
selling them drugs.

RAY: He wasn't trying
to con anyone.

He was just trying
to make a few bucks.

Couple years ago, some Canadian
greaseballs came in here,

and-and they start going on
and on about the cheese,

how it's cheaper here
and more expensive there.

They said if I could figure out
a way to get it over the border,

I could make four bucks a pound.

Smuggling cheese?

Low risk, high reward.

(chuckles)
"White gold,"

they'd call it.
But that stuff never

flies with me,
so I threw 'em out.

And I never thought
about it again.

Until you found that money
in the apartment.

You went through the books?

(sighing):
Yeah.

Last year,

we were doing really bad.
We were in trouble.

It was grinding me down.

So when Paulie offered
to take over the books,

believe me, I was thrilled.

But turns out he was good at it.

I mean, he raised some prices,
he lowered some costs.

Before long,

we were showing
a profit again,

and I had no reason
to look at the books.

(sighs)
Here.

These are my dairy purchase
orders for the last five months.

Paulie went
from ordering 200 pounds

of mozzarella a month
to 700 pounds.

These delivery dates
are consistently a day or two

before the dates of the Canadian
border entries in Paul's passport.

And... the delivery times are all
late in the day, after 6:00.

Yeah. I had the lunch shift,
Paulie had dinner.

I was gone every day by 6:00.

He was getting
a little action on the side...

couple of thousand a month.

Yeah, I guess that's
what it would look like.

But that's just not Paulie.

So I looked at everything,

and then I realized

none of it was adding up.

For the last five months,
the daily receipts

aren't even synching
with the final balances.

You think he was skimming
from the till?

He was adding to it.

$50 here, $70 there.
Little bit every day.

That's what was putting
you in the black.

And that's why we found
that cash in his place.

He knew that...

I would never retire as long
as this place was in the red.

(voice cracking):
He was doing it all for me.

Excuse me.

You think he really didn't know?

That this is the first time
he heard about it?

Yeah. Something isn't
sitting right.

The perps stole a car,
stage an accident,

commit murder?

That's a lot
of downside

for a few thousand dollars.

We thought it was drugs.

Someone else did, too.

Ray said Paul always backed
the van up right here.

Which means this is where
he must've loaded the bundles.

What if someone
happened to see him?

Saw him

loading those white
bricks wrapped in tape

into a secret compartment
at night.

It'd be pretty easy
to think he was loading

a whole bunch of cocaine.

Worth a few million bucks.

Plenty of motive to kill.

No foot traffic, any vehicles
would be conspicuous.

TAYLOR: Let's go pay
George a visit.

(tool ratcheting)

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Last time

a cop asked me questions,
I ended up doing three months.

What do you know about
your neighbors the Tortuccis?

They make pizzas? Look,

I'm kind of slammed here.
What's this about?

The nephew, Paul, was murdered

this morning.
(sighs)

Are you serious?

I mean, I went in there
now and then.

I don't know.
He seemed like a good kid.

Where were you
this morning?

And here we go.
(chuckles)

You know, I knew

that was gonna be next.

I don't know anything
about that.

Then you shouldn't
have any problem

telling us where you were.

Same place I am every morning:

at Nico's on the corner
having coffee.

What time was that?

5:00. and you can ask him

if you don't believe me.

We will.

Mind if we

look around?

Without a warrant?

Yeah, I do.

Well, if we come back
with a warrant,

we're gonna go
through every single part

in this place, and for every

missing or unmatched
VIN we find,

you'll be doing
another three months.

Looks like

that could add up pretty fast.

Knock yourselves out.

♪

♪

Hey, Jo.

Yeah.

Perfect view.

So what? You think I've been
spying on the pizza boy?

Looks like
somebody has.

Those are Felipe's.

Who's Felipe?

He works here.

Where is he?

Taking a "me" day.

He can weld
like a son of a bitch.

If he could speak English
and learn to show up for work,

he'd be a rock star.

All right.
Felipe have a last name?

Felipe Zacharias is in the wind.

Chop shop guy's alibi
checked out,

so I'm liking Felipe
for this.

You think he's
our welder?

Yeah, and Martell's
accomplice.

Unfortunately Felipe's not
in the system, any system.

Probably illegal.

Which explains

why the DNA from the cigarette
butts I ran through CODIS

- didn't get a hit.
- Ah, neither did the blood

on Martell's floor, so I'm guessing
that could be Felipe's, too.

Good guess because I ran
the blood and the DNA

against each other
and got a match.

(phone chimes) Sounds like Felipe
and Martell had a falling out.

And Felipe lost.

Got it.
Thank you.

Ticket-taker says this bin
was emptied yesterday

sometime around noon.

So that means Felipe was
dumped sometime after that.

Makes sense.
Body temp is ambient.

That puts time of death
between 24 and 36 hours ago.

We got
two stab wounds.

Deep. Explains all the blood
at Martell's SRO.

Also...

couple of defensive wounds there...

and here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's that?

What?

On his shirt.

(sighs)

A matchbook.

So if the Dumpster

was empty except for the body,

this belongs to either Felipe...

Or Martell.

(rock music playing,
pool cue strikes ball)

Thanks.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm really starting to feel
like we're wasting our time.

The bartender said
that Martell's been here

almost every day.

Bartender's a drunk...
he sees a lot of things

in here almost every day.

It has been a few hours.

Come on.

And don't say I never
take you anywhere nice.

Hold on.

♪ Lock and load

♪ Lock and load ♪

♪ Lock and load

♪ Lock and load... ♪

Reno Martell.

Police.

All right! Drop it!

Cheese?

You murdered two guys
over some cheese?

I'm thinking you better come
up with a better story,

because when you're
doing consecutive life,

you don't want anyone to know

it was over a bunch of mozzarella.
Hey...

hey, listen to me.

I didn't murder anyone,
all right?

This was all Felipe.
It was his idea.

He stole the car.
He capped the guy.

He attacked me with a knife.

The only thing I'm guilty of
is listening to a moron.

Well, you ran like you were
guilty of a lot more than that.

I don't trust cops.

LOVATO:
It sounds to me like

maybe you were just
having a bad day

where everything
goes wrong.

Exactly.

So why don't you
walk us through it?

Starting with how
you knew Felipe.

I sold him a car.

I'm, like, a car dealer, you know?

Wow. One car deal and you
guys are thick as thieves.

Eh, he was new
to the States,

he didn't know a lot of people.

Ah. You're, like, a...
one-man Ellis Island?

You must've made an
impression on him,

because as soon as he came
across an opportunity,

- you were the one he called.
- Yeah.

He said he'd been watching
this pizza guy next-door.

Paul Tortucci.

Yeah. He said
he saw him

loading something
into his van late at night.

Then a couple weeks later, he
sees the very same thing again.

It's, like, a regular thing.

Only this time
he sees a bit more.

He sees these big white bricks,
and he's hiding them

in this trapdoor he's got
in the floor of his van.

So you figured
it was cocaine.

That's what Felipe said
it was... a ton of it.

A friggin' fortune.

So anyway, Felipe picks me up

in this sweet ride
he's just boosted.

Hang on a sec.

Felipe was driving?

You sure?

There was a steering
wheel in front of him.

So yeah, I'm sure.

LOVATO:
So, you waited at the pizzeria

for your guy to drive away,
and then you follow?

We waited till we found
a nice, quiet street.

FLACK: Then you cut him off.
It was just a fender bender.

We just wanted to stop the guy.

Then all hell breaks loose.

Right away, Felipe
jumps out of the car

and rushes the van.

Then out of nowhere,

he pulls out a gun.

I didn't even know
he was carrying.

- That wasn't part of the plan?
- Hell, no.

(wry chuckle) I wasn't worried
about the guy rattin' us.

He was running coke!
But Felipe,

he was on his
own planet.

He puts two in the guy's
chest, just like that.

So, Felipe dragged
Tortucci out of the van

and tagged him right
in the middle of the street.

We got the hell
out of there.

We drove back to Felipe's
car, we unload the van,

and then we head to my place.
You thought

- you hit the mother lode.
- Hell, yeah.

I'm thinking Felipe's
a friggin' genius.

So was he.
He keeps saying,

"I told you so,
I told you so,"

over and over again,
like a crazy man.

Then you cut it open.

He... cut it open.

It was his score,
it's his honors.

What's the trouble?

(loud grunt)

FLACK:
You must've been pretty pissed

when you saw
what was inside.

I didn't have time
to get pissed.

(wry chuckle)
Felipe went nuts.

He was just so... wired.

You know?

A-And then when he saw
that it was... cheese...

that he just murdered a guy
for friggin' cheese...

he lost it.

FLACK:
So he turned on you?

MARTELL: He would've turned
on his own mother.

It was totally self-defense.

It was just like she said.

Just one of those days.

You know, I think
I believe him.

Oh, like you've never
had one of those days?

So his ended in murder...
you gonna hold it against him?

(chuckles)
We'll try and keep an open mind.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Who are you guys?

We're the guys you're
gonna tell the truth to.

Oh, come on,
I just told the whole story

- to the other two...
- Let's start

with the stolen car.

When we found it,
the driver's seat

was pushed all the way back.

Now, if Felipe was driving,
that would be very strange

because he's only five seven.

You know what's
even stranger?

When Felipe hot-wired the car,
he left your blood

on the ignition wire.

Like she said,
we're the guys.

So maybe I boosted the car.

(chuckles)

And yeah, I was driving;
big deal.

See?

- I can be real with you guys.
- Good.

Good, 'cause there's more...
we found gunshot residue

on the outside
of the door of the car.

The driver's-side door...
you know, the one

with the steering wheel?

Look, th-this is all messed up.

There were witnesses

who said that nobody
jumped out of the car

(snaps fingers)
right away.

I don't know.
I don't know.

TAYLOR:
Then let me clarify it for you.

You forced the crash.

Paul gets out, comes
over to your car.

Maybe he wants
to know what happened.

Maybe he just wants to see

if you're okay.

You open the window
and shoot him, point-blank.

No!

I didn't want to shoot the guy.

The idiot

grabbed for my gun.

We fought
and, you know,

(gunshot, grunting)
it went off.

DANVILLE:
So it was self-defense?

Yeah. I swear.

Just like Felipe.

Exactly.

You have very thin walls
in your place.

Neighbors said
they heard yelling.

Yeah, yeah, like I told him,
Felipe, h-he went crazy.

Except the person yelling
was speaking English.

And Felipe's English
wasn't very good, was it?

We-we were both yelling.

I mean, he-he came at me
with a knife.

Except he had defensive
wounds and you don't.

(pounds table) He was
freakin' moron, all right?!

Who mistakes cheese
for coke?! Who?!

I just... I lost it!

After all I'd just done...

(chuckles) You know...
the good thing is,

you won't be having

any more of those days
for a long time.

(siren wailing in distance)

(man singing in Italian)

(door bells tinkle)

Hey, Ray.

Hey, Detective.

How about that slice?

I was thinking maybe
I sell the place.

(clicks tongue)

This... I don't know,

I don't think
I'm ready to let it go yet.

Hard to let go
of a lot of things.

I keep thinking
about the promise

I made my brother,

that I would always
look after Paulie.

That's on me.

We found something
in Paul's van.

(soft crying)

When this little boy came back
from his parents' funeral,

he was confused, lost...

scared.

Kid like that can go wrong
in a whole lot of ways.

But instead, he turned
into a hardworking,

devoted, caring young man,

a good man.

That's on you, Ray.

(sighs)

You never let anyone down.

Look at him.

He's covered in flour.

(laughing):
Every time...

he'd sneeze up a storm.

(sighs):
Oh...

We'd always have to start over.
For every...

every one piece he made,
I... I'd throw away four.

(soft groan)

Thank you, Detective.

(Italian song continues)

(choked up):
Thank you.

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