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[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

You did tell me that you were
looking for a new Latin sound.

Come on! You know what it takes
to get national airplay.

I won’t do business
with that scumbag!

-She was fantastic.
-Wanna ruin the evening?

Honest. He’s nothing
to me anymore.

What in heaven’s name do you
have to be forgiven for?

You stay away from her,
Aguilar!

Damn macho pride!
It’ll get one of us killed!

Why would he try to kill Desi?

You take the one man
outta the picture,

-And it sinks without a trace.
-[tires screeching]

[singing in Spanish]

Love that five chord, man!

A little groove
is good for the soul.

Makes the melody
wanna breathe.

Isn’t that right,
Mr. Producer?

Right. You’re
the pied piper, Desi.

-You lead the way.
-Is that you, Jessica?

-That’s right, Desi.
-How could I miss the exotic perfume?

[laughs] Ooh!

Listen, I’ve got some good news.
I twisted a couple of arms,

and you have the school
sound lab to mix the new CD.

Whoo! Oh, boy!

-[chuckles] All right!
-You did it!

Didn’t I tell you, man?

Sam, what do you know about
a digital sound compressor?

Only everything. That’s pretty
awesome, Mrs. Fletcher.

Bet I can make even
these guys sound sensational.

Hey.

Well, they didn’t sound
too shabby on the single.

Tell her, sis.

Filomina broke the top 100
this week.

-And climbing!
-And that’s just by word of mouth.

No promotion, no publicity,
nothing.

Hey, wait a minute. The music
have anything to do with it?

[laughing]

-Hi, guys.
-Hi.

-Hey! Hello, Amy.
-Hi, Jessica.

-You look great.
-Oh, thanks!

[laughs] Oh, I feel like
a beached whale.

-[both chuckle]
-[Amy] How’d it go?

Grooving as usual. Come on,
we gotta drop Jessica off,

and there’s still time to
catch a Knicks game. Come on!

Ah, of course. Oh.

-Okay.
-Come on.

So what’s this
you’ve got going with Luiz?

He says you’re spouting
Español like a native.

[laughing]

No way. He’s helping me to put
a little Latin flavor

into a story that I’m writing.

And I managed to finagle
the rehearsal facility,

and also to help him
with his grammar

in his courses
at the university.

Something we can do for you,
mister?

-Mrs. Ortega?
-Yes.

Mr. Daniels would like a word
with your husband.

[Amy stammering]
Oh. Well, I’m sorry...

Now! Desi?

I’d recognize that choirboy
voice anywhere.

-Desi, we’ve gotta get home.
-It’s okay, dear.

Just drop Jessica off.
I’ll be home before you are.

Let’s go, Culligan.

Amy?

I’ve been married
to Desi for six years,

and I’ve never
met that man,

least of all
this Mr. Daniels.

Desi!

What’s Love got
To Do With It?

You tell me, Max.

Last time
we saw each other,

Tina was top of the charts
with that song. Huh?

People tell me you’re
still in Brooklyn,

same crummy neighborhood.

Why would I want to move?
Change of scenery?

[chuckling]

So, you parking cars now
instead of stealing them?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
It’s called diversification.

Nah, man. Actually, I own
this garage and a dozen others.

You didn’t bring me here to talk
about old times, right?

No, man. I need your help.

I want to get back into
the music business, Des.

Max, industry has changed.

No, this is strictly
legit, all right?

Now, I’ve been following
the play on Filomina.

You’ve got some, what, kid
record producer, Alex Lebron?

[Desi] Yeah. Alex is gonna add
some more of my stuff,

roll it into a CD
on his own label.

[Daniels] Yeah, I heard,
Moontide. Desi, come on.

You know what it takes to get
national airplay.

The money, the contacts.
This kid can’t cut it.

I can guarantee you double
platinum by the end of the year.

I’ve already signed
with Alex, Max.

I’ll handle that.

Listen, I had my lawyers draw up
an agreement. Here. Take this.

Have your boys look at it.
Trust me, you’ll like the terms.

Too late.

Two of the biggest record chains
say they’ve gotta have the CD.

Well, you know how that could
change overnight, Des.

All right?
You got a wife now.

You’re gonna be
a father soon.

Get me home,
Culligan man.

[engine starts]

Luiz Decalde plays bass guitar
for the group, right?

No. Forget it.

Luiz and I were friends once,
now he hates my guts.

Okay.
What about the sister?

You went together
and she walked out on you.

What? You still messed up
over her?

She’s got it on with
Alex Lebron now.

So? I want to know
what Lebron is up to.

And I want that Filomina single
deader than the eight-track cartridge.

That’ll cost.

I’ll cover.

Come on.

[Alex] It’s crazy. Two days ago
two of the biggest record chains

were bugging me for
more copies of Filomina,

then all of a sudden,
they want five grand each

just to place the record.

I take it that that means
placing it

where buyers will see it
and, hopefully, buy it.

What happens if you don’t
come up with the money?

They’ll bury Filomina
in the basement.

It’s gotta be that sleazoid,
Max Daniels,

that Desi
ran into last night.

-[bell ringing]
-Oh, listen, I’ve got a class right now.

But it strikes me that you guys
could do with some advice.

You know, I’ve got
a friend in the music business.

Maybe he could help.

Cool. Your friend talks,
I’ll listen.

Well, I’ll be in touch.

Chill out, man.
We’ll find a way.

Luiz, you know who handles
things for Daniels.

Yeah, Tomas Aguilar.

Yeah. You and Aguilar
were good buddies once.

Yeah, and he dated my sister,
too. What is with you?

He and I are finished!

You’re marrying my sister
Patricia. You think I’d...

I’m sorry, man. Really.

It’s just that I’ve worked
so hard for this.

You don’t wanna lose it.
You think I do?

I’m late for work.

Patricia, please!
Just listen for a moment.

We have nothing to discuss,
Tomas, and you’re hurting my arm.

I’m here
to help you, Patricia.

Alex’s group is not gonna
make it, believe me!

Oh, because you and your pig of
a boss

paid off the stores.
You call that helping?

It won’t stop
Alex or Desi Ortega.

You are so wrong. His label’s
never gonna fly, I promise you.

-Tomas, I...
-Look, it’s not gonna change

anything, all right.

So, I hear it’s
you and Alex now.

What, are you two
gonna get married?

Okay. So, I can get him
on board right now

as Max’s A&R man at 200 thou
a year, plus a piece.

Forget it.

I am trying to do something
for you, damn it!

You know, for some reason,

I can’t stop thinking about
what we had, baby.

And I’m the only woman
who ever walked out on you.

Deal with it, Tomas.

Hey, Tricia!

We were fated, you and me.

No way we’ll be
separated for long.

You’ll see.

-Hello, Jessica. Wilson.
-[band music playing]

-Thank you.
-De nada.

Wilson, it’s been too long.

-What? Maybe five years.
-You know, Iza,

sounds like some of
your husband’s talent

rubbed off on your son.

Pablo was a good teacher.
You two enjoy.

Uh, Wilson,

you did tell me that you were
looking for a new Latin sound.

And, well, as little as I know
about the music business, I...

You know what you like, right?

[both chuckling]

I think they have
something fresh.

Hey, they let you off work
early, Trish?

I was fired.

Ouch.

Let me guess, you
had a skirmish with the store manager?

[sighs] He took Filomina
out of the front,

and he hid it in
the easy-listening section.

I told him
where he could go.

[laughs] I’ll bet. I mean, you knew
he’d been paid off.

Why would you bother
taking him on?

Oh, my Irish temper.

You know what?

A couple of weeks, Filomina will
be number one with a bullet,

you and Alex
will get married,

we’ll make the CD, everybody’ll
be rich and famous.

Hmm, great lyrics.
Play it again, Sam.

Oh, you were right, Jess.

Ortega is a special talent
with a new angle.

But you’d better tell them a CD
is a whole different ball game.

It would take
careful marketing.

Which they don’t have.
Listen, Wilson,

they’re gonna lay down some test
tracks here on Thursday night.

I’m invited, and on
the off-chance that you’re free, I...

I wouldn’t miss it
for the world.

Besides, it’ll give me a chance
to find out what Machiavellian plot line

brings you to
the music business all of a sudden.

[both chuckle]

-7:30?
-I’ll look forward to it.

Jessica. I owe you
big time.

Oh. You don’t owe me
anything, Luiz.

Wilson Sloane built
Paragram Records from scratch

just spotting new talent, which,
incidentally, included your dad.

With Mr. Sloane in,
I mean, who needs Max Daniels?

-Listen, Wilson isn’t in by a long shot.
-Sure.

All I can promise you for sure

is that you’ll get a fair
appraisal from Wilson.

-Thanks.
-Okay.

-Well?
-Looking good, Alex.

Hey, Desi, you think I came on a little
too strong in the bridge?

You think I ought to lay back
and enjoy the scenery?

I want you two flunkies
outta here right now.

Ma, let me handle
this, please.

Excuse me, mom.

Desi, think about
what we discussed?

I didn’t have to, Max.

Like I said before,
Alex is my man.

There’s your answer.
Now, get out.

How about you, Lebron?
Did you give some thought to Max’s offer?

What offer you
talking about?

What? Patricia didn’t
give you my message?

-Patricia?
-[sighs]

Tomas and I ran into
each other today.

He told me they want to
buy you out with a job.

Why didn’t you tell me?

I didn’t think you’d wanna
hear something like that.

-You stay away from her, Aguilar!
-Cool it, Alex!

Remember what I told you,
Patricia.

You know what you should do,
Desi.

Are we walking home tonight?

Wise guy, the car’s
on the next level.

[ lighter flips open ]
[car engine starting]

[tires screeching]
[ screams ]

-[sobbing]
-You okay?

[woman] Taxi! Taxi!

You’ve gotta help me knock some
sense into this man, Jessica.

He won’t admit that a real-life
hood has come into our lives.

I’ve known Max
since we were kids.

He may be crooked,
but he’s no killer.

Yeah. But there’s something
wrong, though.

I mean, if this Daniels character
wants the group so badly,

why would he try to kill Desi?

I’m begging you.

Meet him halfway,
talk to him.

Twenty years I’ve been
writing and playing,

and it’s like nobody’s
been listening.

Now, bam, all of a sudden,
it’s here for me.

You think I’m gonna give that
bloodsucker

any share of what’s
yours and mine?

Damn macho pride.
It’ll get one of us killed.

No. I won’t do business
with that scumbag.

A foot either way last night,
and you could’ve bought it!

Or we could’ve lost
our baby!

You idiot!

I forgot.

It’s not fair not being able
to walk out on you.

I’m sorry.

Go on. Go on ahead.
I’ll take a cab.

Amy, have you thought about
going out of town for a spell?

At least until the CD’s
finished?

No.

No.

If he’s not budging,
then I’m not either.

[man] Yo! Taxi!

[Daniels] I been told that
little punk, Luiz Decalde,

is gabbing all over the place

about how the Ortega group’s
out of trouble.

What’s that all about?

Wilson Sloane came into
the picture yesterday.

Word around is he might pick up
Desi’s group.

Sloane’s the creep that put me
away in the Payola hearings.

Not much you can
do about it, Max.

Paragram’s the third biggest
record label in the country.

Yeah, and Moontide
is a one-man operation.

But you take the one man
out of the picture,

and it sinks without a trace.

Then Desi Ortega’d
be so terrified

that he and his wife
are gonna be next,

he’ll beg me to sign them.

What are you talking about?

Are you talking
about whacking Alex?

Scaring him like we did,
that’s okay,

but killing the guy?

Did I say that?
I didn’t say that.

But if it happens, I don’t see
you crying in your beer anymore.

And with Lebron
out of our way,

well, that’s open season for
Patricia Decalde again.

Max, if anything happens to
Alex, she’s gonna blame me for it, okay.

Maybe for a day or a week,

but you’ll help her
get over it.

Come on.

Think twice before you get
your detective character

too hung up on
criminalistics

like DNA
and forensic medicine.

If that sounds strange coming
from a homicide detective,

insightful observation of
character and place

move a plot
much more excitingly

than the results
of an autopsy.

[all chuckling]

Oh, thank you, lieutenant.

That was informative
and amusing as usual.

[applause]
[bell rings]

You know, it’s strange that you
should ask about Max Daniels

’cause our rackets division’s
been working overtime

trying to figure out what
his current agenda is.

As you can see, he’s got a rap
sheet as long as your arm.

I’ll say.
Three years for grand theft,

extortion, payola,
among other things.

I couldn’t find anything
on his boy Aguilar.

He’s got a rep but no record
so far, that’s the good news.

-And?
-Special detail has reason to believe

that Daniels is bringing in
an out-of-town mechanic

to do a special job.

[chattering]

Show-off!
How do you do that?

[chuckling] The art of zen archery adapted
to the lowly dart.

So, you didn’t come down here
to watch me throw darts.

What’s up, brother?

I’ve been hearing things.

The way Daniels and his people
do business?

You’re putting more on the line
than me, Luiz and the group.

What’s your point?

What I’m saying is
as far as I’m concerned,

you’re off the hook
with me and Moontide.

Stop right there.

Just whose hook do you think
this is, anyway?

Oh, come on, Desi,
there’ll be other opportunities.

Don’t give me opportunities.

I’m doing
what I’m doing for me.

Twenty years
of lousy lounge gigs,

and in all that time,

two people really showed me
where they stood--

Amy and you.

I ain’t letting either of you
off of my hook.

Look, I haven’t
come this far

to let some lowlifes
like Daniels and Aguilar scare me off.

[Amy] Hey, Alex, call for you,
line two.

Thanks.

Alex Lebron. Yeah.

Have we met before,
Mr. Updike?

Of course I’m interested.
Where and when?

Well, how’s my place
in the village?

It’s 13 Whitman,
apartment 3A.

6:30? Good.

If you call it off,
you still pay.

My cell phone number
is 173-2424.

I won’t need it.

What was that all about?

Some guy called Updike
wants to get together

to talk about investing
in Moontide.

But who needs him if Jessica
will deliver Wilson Sloane?

This guy’s some kind of
entrepreneur.

There’s no harm
in talking with him.

All right. Just don’t
be late for the show.

-Okay, papi.
-All right.

The ice machine’s busted.

Tell Roberta she’ll
have to make do out here.

Great. Good timing.

Hey, ma, you like?

Fantastic. Except
you have three hours.

Take it off
before it gets wrinkled.

-[telephone ringing]
-Get that for me, will you, angel?

Buenos noches. Casino Decalde.

I told you not to--

Just shut up, Patricia.

I think you better listen
to what I’ve got to say.

Who was that?

Uh, wrong number.

-Where you going?
-I’ve gotta do something.

Mr. Sloane,
you’re way early.

It’s about three hours
to showtime.

I’m here to see your mother,
Luiz, if she’s here?

-Oh.
-Ah.

Hey, Wilson.

-Luiz, can you leave us for a minute?
-Yeah.

Look, I know you’re busy,
getting ready to open tonight,

so I’ll come right to the point.
Word around has it

that Max Daniels
has his fingers in the Ortega pie.

I want to know how deep.

He’s been sniffing around.

-That’s what you heard, right?
-Not exactly.

What? You think I’m keeping
something from you?

Daniels got nowhere,

and if you don’t believe that,

you can go back to Paragram.
We don’t need you.

Let’s face it, Iza,

Paragram hardly needs
the Ortega group either,

especially if they’re soiled
by the likes of someone like Daniels.

Now, your husband would
have never been involved

with scum like that.

I’m here partly
because Pablo--

Pablo was your discovery,
your first big break in the business.

And I owe it to him to see that
his son does not get seduced

by the kind of shortcomings
that Daniels offers.

Luiz is Pablo’s son.

Does that answer
your question?

Good enough.

See you tonight, Iza.

We have three minutes left.

Right now Alex should be
arriving at an address in the village,

believing he is to meet
a man called Updike,

willing to put money into
Moontide records.

It’s called a set-up.

Alex will have his throat cut
in a mugging.

Oh, my God.

His only hope is with me.

And you.

I know what you want, Tomas.

Make the call.

Please.

-[cellphone rings]
-Talk.

[Aguilar] I’m speaking for Max Daniels.

He’s changed his mind.
The hit’s off.

Got it.

-Good evening.
-How are you?

Alex is safe.

To us, querida.

-Well, is everybody comfortable?
-Oh, yes!

Just a few more minutes,
Mr. Sloane.

Anybody seen Patricia?

I don’t think we have.
Try to relax now, Iza.

It’s a great crowd,
let the music do the rest.

Yeah, you’re right, Jessica.

Alex, what are those people
doing here?

Alex, maybe the best thing is to
get the show on the road.

Right.

We’re full.
Reservations only.

I think you’ll find we have
a front row table, señora Decalde,

reserved by Mr. Culligan,
here. Excuse me.

It’s been a while, Sloane.

You must be J.B. Fletcher.

You know, Jess,
Max doesn’t seem to remember

the last time we were
in a room together.

It was a witness holding room
in the federal building.

I got a long memory
for that day, Sloane.

And, I suspect, Mr. Daniels,
a very short memory

for the reason that you
were in the federal building

in the first place.

-Excuse us.
-[MC] Ladies and gentlemen,

please welcome Desi Ortega
and his band.

[applause]

Thank you.
Thank you very much!

Welcome to Casino Decalde,
ladies and gentlemen!

First off, to get you
in the mood

with lighting magic from our
technical wizard, Sam Desoto...

[applause]

a little something called
San Juan nights.

Ah.

[whoops] Come on, Desi!

All right, baby! Whoo!

[playing lively music]

Where’d you disappear to?

There was something
I had to do.

[Alex] Did you invite him?

Please don’t ask me any
questions right now.

I don’t have to.

She was fantastic.

You wanna ruin the evening?

Everything you and my son
have worked for?

No.

Any other night
I’d have you kicked out.

Behave yourself or get out.

I’m really sorry
about this, Wilson.

Oh, not to worry, Jess.

You should’ve been at the party
for the last Aerosmith album.

You got some nerve
showing up here.

What, did she fry
your brains as well?

I got to thinking.
Lebron gets wasted like that,

guess who they’re
gonna come after.

Bull! You traded with her.

You’re dead, Tomas.

Sir, would you be careful

not to touch the cables
by your chair, please?

[music stops playing]
[applause]

Whoo! Desi!

Thank you very much.
Thank you!

And for our next number,

this is something I wrote
a few months ago.

You may have heard it.

It’s called Filomina.

[applause]

[woman screaming]

Mr. Aguilar?

[siren wails]

The death was apparently
instantaneous,

and the first indications are it
was due to a puncture wound

which entered the dorsal area

approximately ten centimeters
below the base of the neck.

And the weapon, the weapon has
not as yet been recovered.

So, you say for a period of,
what, a month and a half,

you had a relationship
with Mr. Aguilar?

How did that end?

Okay, I guess.

And you haven’t
seen him since?

[Alex] Look, she’s gone
through that already.

Why don’t you just
leave her alone?

Thank you, miss Decalde.

The creep is looking like he
actually offed Aguilar.

He didn’t?

You know something
I don’t know?

Very unconventional opening.

Hey, it’s one hell
of a group.

Give me a call when things
settle down.

Thanks, I will.

Jess, you about ready to go?

You go ahead, Wilson.
And thanks.

I’m really sorry.

Oh. Until that time.

Everybody says that Aguilar
had to have been killed

during some kind of
blackout effect.

What kind of time frame
was that?

[Jessica] Oh, I’d say
a good ten seconds.

Maybe a little longer,
Mrs. Fletcher.

The board’s old.
I can’t bump up the lights too fast,

or I’ll blow every circuit
in the joint.

[Esposito] Ten seconds for
the killer

to find Aguilar
in the dark,

go for the kill.

Must have had
awfully good eyes.

Jess, you need a ride home?

Oh, thanks, Amy.
I’ll be right with you.

Lieutenant,
just before the blackout,

I remember seeing an ice pick

on that service table
right there.

Hey, Spirus,

tell everyone we may be
looking for an ice pick.

Of course, the perpetrator
would’ve had plenty of time to dump it

almost anyplace before
my people got here.

Well, good night, Abbe,
and good luck.

[sighs] Thanks, Jess.

I’ll ask you
one time, Patricia.

What was that about
between Alex and Tomas?

-Nothing, mami.
-Don’t tell me nothing!

You think I don’t have eyes?

It had to do with you!

Stop yelling at her, ma.

Never did you any good to yell
at either one of us.

I gotta know, Patricia.

I didn’t kill him, ma,
if that’s what you’re asking.

Sure.
No more questions.

-What about you, Luiz?
-Ma.

You had a better reason
than anybody.

If I wanted to
kill somebody,

it would have been
Daniels, not Tomas.

What are you doing?

Of the three of us here, you hated
his guts more than anybody.

Okay, then.

Nobody asks any questions,
nobody talks.

We stick together.

Come on. Lock up.
Get some sleep.

Come on, sis,
I’ll walk you home.

It’s gonna be okay,
Mrs. Decalde.

Yeah, sure.

Come on, sis, we’ve shared
since we were kids.

Remember that time I broke
into old man Rizzo’s store

and I stole
that pair of sneakers?

[laughs] I brought them home and
showed them to you all proud,

and you told me I had to return
them or you’d tell ma.

A fate worse than death.

You still refused.

You haven’t forgotten
who put them back

in Rizzo’s store, though.

You were the lookout.

Come on.
We’ve always shared.

This is no time to start
holding out on each other.

This time
it’s different, Luiz.

I’ve done something that can’t
be put back like that.

I can’t even look at you

without thinking
you’ll despise me for it.

Then I gotta know.

Maybe there’s still
something we can do about it.

What are you doing here,
Decalde?

I could ask you
the same question.

Judge Brinkerhoff
is never gonna forgive me

for waking him
at 2:00 in the morning,

but I have a warrant
to search.

As of now, you’re off limits.
I asked you a question.

Tomas and I were friends,
I’ve always had a key to the apartment.

I just came by to pick up some
personal things, that’s all.

What personal things?

I don’t want to answer
any more questions

until I talk to my lawyer.

Book him. Conspiracy.

Come on. Let’s go.

Lebron, you got ten minutes for
the deal of a lifetime?

-Get off my back.
-Come on.

[Alex] It’s too late.
I’m already talking with Paragram.

[Daniels] It’s election
year, pal. Huh?

The Lily-whites
from Washington

are looking to clean up
something,

and this time around
it’s the music business.

Paragram won’t budge until
Aguilar’s murder’s off the books.

Yeah. I’d be crazy
to do a deal

with Aguilar’s killer now,
wouldn’t I?

Oh, don’t give me that, man.

You had the strongest
motive of all,

after your girlfriend
saved your skin.

My girlfriend what?
What are you talking about?

You lucked out, man.

Yesterday, you were supposed to
have a meeting in the village,

6:30 with a man named Updike.

-So?
-It was a set-up.

You were dead meat
until Tomas called it off.

Next time he won’t be around
to save your hide.

What does Patricia
gotta do with that?

What does it matter? Huh?

Listen, you’re still gonna need
a silent partner, right?

Whatever Sloane offered you,
I’ll match.

You got 24 hours.

I’ll think
about it, okay?

Obviously, I’m not getting
through to you.

I said
I’ll think about it.

You think hard.

Hello, Richie.
Yes, send her up, please.

That was lieutenant Esposito
with my statement to sign.

Maybe we can clear up a few
things with her.

It was silly to have lied
to the police

about being
in Tomas’ apartment yesterday.

I should’ve known Luiz
would get himself into trouble.

But I’m not sorry for what
happened with Tomas.

Only that I’ll lose Alex
because of it.

I can’t bear thinking about that.
He means so much to me.

But how can you
ever lose him?

You saved his life.

Oh, you don’t understand Alex,
his pride, his temper.

He’ll never forgive me.

Forgive?

What in heaven’s name do you
have to be forgiven for?

I mean, if he doesn’t
see that,

well, then he doesn’t deserve
you in the first place.

-[knock at door]
-There she is now.

Oh, come in, Abbe.

I was on my way downtown,
I thought I’d save you the trip.

Your statement. Sign it
and I’ll get out of your hair.

You know Patricia.

-Miss Decalde.
-Lieutenant.

We were just talking about
Patricia’s brother Luiz.

Naturally, the family
is very concerned.

Luiz has been released.

Oh. That’s good news.

I’m afraid I’m not
here with good news, Jessica.

It’s not Luiz you should
have been concerned about.

Abbe?

I stopped by here on my way
down to the club to see you, Patricia.

You lied to me when you said you
had not seen Tomas Aguilar.

At some time yesterday,

you had drinks with him
in his apartment.

I’m sure that Patricia has
a reasonable explanation and--

Jessica. Please.

Your hunch about the ice pick
was right on.

We found it in the gutter
outside the club,

with Aguilar’s blood
and tissue on it,

and no other fingerprints on it
but yours and the waitress.

I’d appreciate it if you’d go
see ma for me, Jessica.

She’s gonna go crazy.

You tell her
I’ll be all right?

Of course.

[Iza] It all begins and ends
with that animal Aguilar!

From the day I first saw him,

and Patricia
started seeing the creep,

like any good mother,
I told her.

Am I wrong, Luiz?

I told her,
"Stay away from him, he’s no good."

Ma, you’re getting yourself
all worked up.

They’re not gonna be able to pin
anything on Trish.

Iza, you’ll think much clearer
after a bath and a nap.

I’ll stay in touch with
lieutenant Esposito.

Jessica’s right. Come on.

You know how a bath
calms you down.

[Desi] This lieutenant friend of
yours is way off base, Jessica.

She was hassling me
last night.

If I would have
killed anyone,

it would’ve been Daniels,
not Aguilar.

Better she should have heard
that from you, Desi.

It didn’t take.

[sighs] I could have killed
Aguilar with my eyes closed.

[Jessica] Of course.

You could’ve jumped down
off the bandstand,

grabbed the ice pick
that you’d never seen...

Unless someone
told me about it.

...found Aguilar...

Oh, yes. Follow my nose.
Lousy cigarette smell.

[sniffing]

Desi,

you have extraordinary
sensory abilities.

[telephone ringing]

Smell, sound, touch.

Oh, I’ll get that.

Think back to last night,
to the end of the first number.

Can you remember
any voices you heard

or sounds during
those moments?

[sighs] All right.

Let me try.

[exhaling]

Couple of deep breaths,

shut everything out
but my heartbeat.

[band music playing]

[people cheering]

Wait a minute.

I did hear a strange sound.

[material ripping]

I’d placed Aguilar earlier,

so it must have come
from where he was.

It sounded like velcro
being pulled apart.

[people applauding]

Then people started clapping.

A lot of noise.

No, no, that’s it.

Jessica,
your doorman Richie

says Alex Lebron is there
looking for you.

Do me a favor, have Richie
keep him there.

If you think of anything else,
Desi, please call me.

-I will.
-Okay.

[Alex] Luiz told me Patricia
had been arrested.

The pain she must be
going through.

I lost it. I didn’t know where
else to come but here and wait.

Well, I’m glad
that you did, Alex.

And the best thing
that you can do now

is to go and see her.

Now, I will try to find
lieutenant Esposito and arrange it.

I know if I was in her shoes,
I wouldn’t want to see me.

[sighs] I have a hunch
it’ll be okay, Alex.

Maybe you know more than I do
about what really went down.

But I know I love her
too much to care.

Oh, boy, does Patricia
need to hear that right now.

Listen, you go on down
to the station.

I will locate
lieutenant Esposito and clear the way.

Thanks, Mrs. Fletcher.

[sighs]
[phone ringing]

Yes. This is J.B. Fletcher.

I have to reach lieutenant
Esposito. It is very urgent.

-One moment, please.
-Thank you.

Yeah, well, you know, it’s
after visiting hours, Jess.

But for you, I will make
the arrangements.

Like velcro
being pulled apart.

What’s up with you, girl?
I’ve never heard romantic love

described in
quite that way before.

Abbe, forget about
going home.

I think I know who murdered
Tomas Aguilar.

-I’ll need your help.
-Name it, Jess. Name it.

[Iza] Yeah, you were right,
Jessica.

I’m feeling
a whole lot better.

Sure, no problem,
we’ll be here.

That was Jessica.

She wants to come down
and listen to the tapes

of last night’s gig.

-You mind hanging in here?
-Of course not.

Gin, old buddy.

Tapes are in the back. I’ll go
set them up for her, okay.

Excuse me.

What do you think
is on those tapes?

Music, ma, what else?

[chattering]

[Jessica] Cue it up to the end
of the group’s first number

last night, Sam.

[band music playing]

-Stop it right there.
-[people applauding]

At this point,
Aguilar is dead.

This afternoon, Desi Ortega
recalled hearing an odd noise

during the last moments
of that number.

Now, he compared it to the sound
of velcro being separated.

I didn’t hear anything.

You think someone
edited the tape?

I didn’t hear
anything, either.

But the cops have hi-tech gizmos
to detect a deletion.

I’m quite sure that Desi hears
things the rest of us don’t,

even with
the best technology.

Jessica, I already have
a daughter in jail.

Ma. You’ve got something on
your mind, what is it?

What’s on my mind, Luiz, has to
do with another kind of tape.

I understand the latest
lighting boards

have built-in illumination.

But on the older models,
like this one here,

Sam has to use
phosphorescent tape

so that he can find the dimmers
during a blackout,

just as you did
last night, Sam.

Yeah. Yeah.

You’re making it sound really
important all of a sudden.

I believe it is.

Earlier this evening,

I was reminded that when you
remove tape from some surfaces,

it frequently
makes an odd sound

like the one that Desi
remembers hearing.

And sometimes it even leaves
a tiny piece of itself behind.

Dim the lights, Sam,
and let’s see if I’m right.

The remains of the tape is still
just where you put it, Sam.

On the back of
Aguilar’s chair.

You’re sounding like I had
something to do with the murder.

Yes. I’m afraid so.

In the darkness, you were
the only person in the room

who knew how to find a way
to Tomas Aguilar.

I remembered, last night,

you spoke to him about
the electric cables close to his chair.

Sir, would you be careful

not to touch the cables
by your chair, please?

[Jessica] You must have had

a piece of phosphorescent
tape in your hand then

and placed it on the chair back
where you’d see it in the dark.

I also recall you were wearing
a scarf around your neck.

But after the murder,
the scarf was missing.

I expect you used it
to hold the murder weapon.

We got a warrant and found this
in your laundry, Mr. Desoto.

If Mrs. Fletcher is right,

forensics will find blood
and fiber traces on it.

I’ve loved Patricia
as long as I can remember.

But she loved Alex.

You know, as long as
she was happy, that was okay.

But then Aguilar
came back into her life,

and he started tearing
her apart like he did.

I was close enough to
him and Alex last night.

Close enough to hear
what he said.

She was fantastic!

[Aguilar] Get off me!
Get off!

You wanna ruin the evening?

Close enough to know
what he’d done to her.

I wouldn’t bear that.

Sam, I know you did that
for all of us,

but what you did was wrong.

We’ll always
be there for you, Sam.

Yeah.

[Jessica] Wilson Sloane
called this morning,

and Paragram have agreed
to distribute your CD

on their Moontide label.

All right!

-Thanks, Jessica.
-And lieutenant Esposito says

that the police have caught up
with Daniels’ hit man.

He’s talking,
so Daniels and Culligan

are facing charges of
conspiracy and extortion.

-[groaning]
-What is it?

I think the baby’s coming.

Oh, my God! Let’s go!

Remember your lamaze.
A deep breath. Now.

-I’ll call an ambulance.
-[Amy groaning]

[Jessica] You’d better hurry,
Alex.

[Desi] Ooh! Go gentle,
little fella!

Your mother
can handle herself.

What do you mean
"little fella? I told you it’s a girl!

With your cute nose
and my even temperament!

[screaming]
[laughs]