All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S07E17 - Roll Out the Barrel (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Body parts
in this barrel here.

It�s pretty heavy, Andy.
It�s a full corpse.

Morning.
Who called it in?

Harry forsic --
just bought the place.

Found it in the basement.

Mr. Forsic?

This is the worst nightmare.

I�m sure it must have come
as a real shock.

I found it yesterday
behind some sheetrock.

Had my movers cart it out,

then today the garbage guys
make a big deal

about being worried
it�s hazardous waste.

I pried the top open
to find that.

Do you mind
if we look around inside?

No, go crazy.

You a detective?

Are you a wrestler?

Is that a dead person
in that barrel there?

That�s our
preliminary impression.

Well, if that�s a dead person
who�s been dead a while,

then the owner of this house

before the last one --
mafioso.

-Yeah.

Late-night cussing,
fancy cars, everything.

You figure he might have
followed the mafia custom

of keeping one
of his victims

with him in a barrel
as a souvenir?

What are you,
a ball-breaker?

Hey, doc.

What do we got?

Well, she�s been
in there a while.

Looks like you�re going
to be the one telling US.

How�s it going, doc?

She your type, sipowicz?

She�s some
neighborhood hen.

I thought maybe
she was sipowicz�s type.

They were looking
to exchange phone numbers.

I got up this morning
feeling pretty good.

And is this, like,
gallagher�s final show ever

in Atlantic city, Mr. Bunin?

Is that why you�re
in such a rush?

Will he never be squashing fruit
onstage down there again?

My question is,
when you owned the home,

did you ever happen
to notice a storage container

on the premises --
a 50-gallon drum?

All right, good.

Yeah, i�ll call back
with any follow-up.

No, well, with relatives
in from Orlando,

I can see why you wouldn�t want
to miss the opening curtain.

Don�t get hit
with any melon rinds.

Pisses off the relatives
from Orlando,

then who�s he going
to sponge off of

when he visits Disney world?

Got to get dino ferrara
back here.

Danny: Yeah, that makes sense.

Pete mangrini being one
of the former owners

of the house where
the body was found, Andy,

the boss was saying

have the marshals
bring dino ferrara down here.

It shouldn�t be
too tough a sell

getting dino ferrara to rat
on Pete mangrini.

Put a quarter in his slot,
dino incriminates the pope.

With mangrini,
it would be personal.

Because mangrini
took dino�s territory.

Is this something the whole
class can appreciate?

Nothing from that guy
in Atlantic city?

No, he don�t recall
no 50-gallon drums.

Which was
before mangrini owned it.

Got to like mangrini�s wife
for being in that drum.

Mangrini�s wife --
she disappeared
five years ago.

In the Jewish holy books,

that�s regarded as sin,
Baldwin,

finishing someone
else�s story.

Yeah, I know.

You�re going to want
to sit on mangrini.

You think he might head
for the airport?

Press isn�t
going to have it.

The only way he�d head
for the airport,

he�d have to have some neighbor
on the eye around that house.

Me and Sorenson
can�t sit on him.

He knows me
from when he was soldier

for alfonse giardella.

Greg, you and Baldwin sit
on mangrini.

And you coordinate
the forensics

and reach out to get
dino ferrara down here.

Alfonse giardella --
now, that�s before my time.

Seek elsewhere for your
background information.

Andy: What�s
Joe kroft�s problem?

The medical examiner?
I don�t know.

He�s acting like
I got some plague,

directing animosity
toward me specifically.

Well, I don�t know
why that would be, Andy,

not the way
you spray sunshine around.

She wouldn�t leave.

What do you mean
she wouldn�t leave?

I told her we were cops,

I told her we made
her license plates for press,

and I told her we wanted her
out of the area.

She said she wouldn�t leave.

Yeah, good.

The question is,
how much attention

you�re prepared to draw
in the course

of trying
to keep a low profile?

Hi.

Get out of the street.

You think i�m noticeable?

Get in the car.
Get in the car.

This is great.

They probably don�t see
African-Americans out here

that aren�t wearing
delivery uniforms.

If you�re worried
about Pete mangrini realizing

he�s being watched,
this is a real shortcut.

What�s your name?

Nicole.

Nicole?
Just the one name?

I�m one ahead of you.

My name�s Baldwin Jones.

I�m with
the 15th detective squad,

and I need you out
of here, Nicole.

It�s not happening,
Baldwin.

I don�t care
if you get puff daddy

to sit in the back.
I figured this out.

I�m the only reporter
who did.

I�m staying
on Pete mangrini�s ass.

Do not look
at mangrini�s house.

Mangrini�s coming,

and you are not going
to queer the tail.

How about I rear-end
this car?

You think that will
grab his attention?

I am going
to blow the horn.

Don�t blow the horn.
Don�t blow the horn.

I�m driving,
and believe me,

i�m going
to tail mangrini better

than your partner does.

Who�s dino kidding?
Last time we saw him,

he was catatonic
because he was shooting blanks.

Nonnegotiable --
dino gets to throw a hump

into his girlfriend Angela

before he talks to US
about Pete mangrini.

Sure, tell him
we�ll provide the splint.

Is he still obligated
for the conversation

if he can�t get it up?

All right.

Well, put dino on the road,

and we�ll reach out
for his girlfriend.

Delusions of grandeur.

A friend of mine

for several months
after his prostrate operation,

he had big problems
in that area.

They threw him some
of this Viagra.

You could have hung laundry
off the guy.

Who was this?

Don�t ask me
to break that confidence.

30 minutes,
we�re over the bridge,

eating in Manhattan,
and nobody looks at US twice.

What�s drawing attention
is you acting

like you got ants
in your pants.

How�s it going?
Good to see you.

Yeah, good to see you.

Hey, Rudy,
did you order eggplant?

Isn�t this called hiding
in plain sight?

I don�t know if we�re going
to be hiding

when I punch that guy
in the mouth.

Stop acting like Lincoln
never got elected.

Two minutes, Mr. Mangrini.

We�re moving them
to another table.

My fault, sweetheart.
I crossed you up.

You said
you wouldn�t be in.

Look deeply into my eyes.

It�s okay.

And when will
our table be ready?

When I come get you.

Aren�t you glad
we came in two cars?

Nicole, the blazer
you just saw my partner drive

into that Fender-bender while
we were tailing mangrini --

i�m the guy that makes
the payment on that.

I�m sick of it, renet.

Let alone go out for dinner,

we can�t even stop
at the rite aid

without me being humiliated.

Shut up.

All right, Peter.

Do you want to leave
because you can�t behave

like a civilized person?

Fine.

There�s a girl who could have
a 50-gallon drum in her future.

Renet, here she comes
to take US to our table

so she can shove her
fake tits in peter�s face.

You�re a strung-out little
speed freak, you know that?

I�m sorry, angel.

Don�t worry, Mr. Mangrini.
I consider the source.

I take amphetamine
under doctor�s orders.

I wonder
who�s prescribing his coke.

Give the friggin� table away.

Come on, stace,
you want to go home?

Baldwin: Easy, my friend.

Take it easy on her arm.

Take a good look
at your future, Stacey.

This is the level of people

a degenerate loudmouth
speed freak

can look forward
to getting to know.

Let her arm up.

No problem.

Absolutely.

We were just leaving, anyways.

You know, it used to be

all the salt and pepper
in this place

was on the tables.

Well, that�s keeping
a nice low profile.

Is that one spoken for?

I�d have to check.

Nah, you know what?

Let�s drive to Manhattan.

I�m not wearing
an overcoat --

first time this spring.

Good.

Danny: How�s it going, John?

Isn�t it
a lovely spring day?

Andy, while they�re
tailing mangrini last night,

Greg puts baldwin�s blazer
in a Fender-bender.

Baldwin -- he�s looking
at the accident report.

In the coffee room?

Steam is coming out
of baldwin�s ears.

Serves Jones right.

Medavoy�s a menace
in normal traffic,

let alone paying attention
to what�s in front of him

plus some guy
five cars ahead.

Anyways, anything breaks out
in that coffee room,

you�re on Jones.

E.m.s. Could tell
immediately

this lady
was playing it up.

She sees my badge,

finds out i�m using a car
on police business --

right away,
her neck goes stiff.

Treated and released.

Treated and released --
absolutely.

Believe me, d.,

if this lady
pursues her remedies

insurance liability-wise,

it is a scandal
and disgrace.

When do you suppose
he might be getting in?

The lieutenant should
be here momentarily.

Is there anything you�d like
to convey to US,

being you�re
the medical examiner

and we�re the working slobs
conducting the investigation?

Anyplace else to wait?

Yeah, the roof�s unoccupied.

Morning.

Can we do this?

Sure. Come on.

What the hell is that?

Dinah shore blowing a kiss
good-bye to her Chevrolet.

How�d it go
tailing mangrini?

That�s some long story

probably best told
another time.

Can we do this?
Yeah, sure.

In that 50-gallon drum,
I found a fully developed

non-arthritic skeleton
of an adult white female,

late 20s, early 30s
at the time of her death,

long black hair, 5�5",

but there was probably
some shrinkage involved.

It happens to all of US.

I also recovered a small
handbag from the drum.

The handbag was saturated
with body fluid.

Looks like there
was an address book in it.

I sent all that over
to the crime lab.

Anything on fingerprints?

She had no dental work done,

so don�t expect
to get any help

I.d.ing her from that.

We�re hydrating the fingertips
to lift prints.

How long do you think
she was in that barrel?

I wouldn�t guess.

She had a fetus
in her belly.

I�d say
she was six months along.

The crime lab seems to think

they can do something
with that address book.

I�ll have the bone density
stuff tomorrow

or the next day.
I�m late.

Got to go give a lecture.

The doc here
teaches the charm course

for the m.E. Trainees.

You got one pair of balls
talking to me like that.

Anyways, boss, we got
dino ferrara coming down.

How did it go
with mangrini?

I�m going to go see
if he�s pissing on my locker.

I gave you what i�ve got.

No, but I figure i�m
a split personality, kroft,

or I sleepwalk where
I did something to you

I got no recollection of.

How about this, sipowicz?

How about we keep away
from each other?

What the hell is wrong
with you?

Told you to stay out
of my hair.

I�m not going to point out
how stupid that statement is

coming from either one of US.

I got a lot on my plate.

The right guy
leaves me alone.

Like what, kroft?
What do you got on your plate?

I got a wife --

got cancer in every part
of her body, all right?

Pain so bad,
you can�t stand to see it,

all right, sipowicz?

Maybe you could,

but I can�t stand
to see it.

I know you had a wife
that died.

Maybe you can go on
and act

like you got the world
by the tail,

but I can�t.

I can�t,

and i�m not consorting
with anybody who can.

All right.

All right, kroft.

My god.

I�m not going
to be able to live.

That�s not your portion
for now.

Just see to her for now,

and then you�ll see
what develops.

Sum and substance, boss,

in a nutshell,
I cannot imagine

this utterly minor
Fender-bender winding up

on the corporation
counsel�s desk.

With you
on police business

and with the lady
claiming whiplash?

Cannot imagine it,
with her claiming whiplash

and e. M. S. Being called
to the scene.

I would be shocked
and stupefied.

Do I need to find a rug
to roll kroft up in?

No, he left.

15th squad.

You know
why he come at me like that?

It�s about his sick wife.

That was the u. S. Marshals.

They�re five minutes away
with dino ferrara.

So you don�t think
it would be more apropos,

me reaching out
to this Stacey,

Baldwin,
keep your cover intact?

I want her to know a cop
was sitting next to her.

Bring home to her
mangrini�s hot.

I like it.

15th squad,
detective Jones.

Yeah, yeah,
how�s it going?

No, no, i�ll come down.

Someone downstairs?

Greg, don�t worry
about the car.

No, good.

I wasn�t worried.

How�s her being sick
your problem?

Afraid to think of living
without her, kroft --

like if he even thinks
about it, she�ll die.

Sees me standing
in front of him

with Sylvia gone.

Let me goose Diane
at the crime lab

about the d. O. A.�s
address book.

Poor son of a bitch --
kroft.

I know
them hospital cafeterias.

Look me in the eye.

The body hasn�t
been identified yet.

So then I go
with what I got --

a corpse found
in mangrini�s former home.

That�s the short money,
Nicole.

You want me to wait
till I got my t�s crossed

and see the story
in every other paper

in this city?

This is you asking
if you hold off,

will I give you
an exclusive?

Absolutely.
Yes.

Plus cooperate
on a sidebar feature --

my night on surveillance.

Absolutely not.

How can I sweeten
the pot?

That I. D. May be coming in
right now, Nicole,

and here I am
standing outside.

You didn�t suffer some kind
of personal injury,

did you, Baldwin?

Not last I looked.

I might have to do
my own private examination.

You want to know a secret
about me, Nicole?

What�s that?

I don�t like the music
up so loud.

You may not know exactly
what you like yet, Baldwin.

I guess that�s possible, too.

My deadline�s at 7:00.

I�d like a 6:30 call
either way.

Yeah, I can do that.

Otherwise,
I go with what I got.

Yeah, it seems like you�re
real comfortable doing that.

Watch your head.

All right.

The whole decline
of a certain way of life,

Pete mangrini epitomizes.

When I was coming up,

the Pete mangrinis
of this world

you could buy
on any street corner

for a ham sandwich.

And after they did
what you had them do,

then they would come
and mow your lawn.

So he�d be capable
of murdering his wife?

And sleeping
on top of her.

You choose that way
of saying it?

Sleeping on top of her.

It�s a figure of speech.

Are you telling me that
after he killed her,

this slimy little schkeeve
with a store-bought smile

was sleeping on top
of his wife?

She was in a 50-gallon drum
in the basement.

On top of her
in that sense --

that he could
definitely do.

Being Pete turned your crews
out to pasture, dino,

reassure US that what you�re
telling US shouldn�t go

in the category
of sour grapes.

I am so far beyond that.

Under telling the boys
what they�d like to hear...

Hey, I got mine already.

The kid brought
the hammer down last night.

You speaking of your
rendezvous with Angela?

I haven�t been
in a motel like that

since I brought in
untaxed cigarettes

from north Carolina.

On the subject of mangrini
killing his wife,

are you speaking from
firsthand knowledge, dino?

Did I see him kill her? No.

What knowledge
are you speaking from?

Anecdotal.

Anecdotal?

That puts the last
finishing touches

on dino�s character --

his exposure
to legal terminology.

Name some people
you heard the anecdotes from.

Teddy lukazie.

Dead.

Tommy brown.

Also dead.

It�s a hazardous
occupation.

Hey, dino, why do I feel
like we�re getting today

what Angela got last night?

You want me to testify
against this bum mangrini?

I am there.

We�ll be sure to bring you down
for some anecdotal hearsay.

Least I hope I helped you
on some deep background.

Yours.

Can I use the can?

Please.

That dino don�t know
about it

don�t mean mangrini
didn�t kill her, Andy.

Maybe our future�s pimping.

Desk sergeant daugherty.

Thanks.

Yeah, sarge.

Okay,
thanks for the heads-up.

Baldwin, you want to be
in the coffee room.

Pete mangrini�s
coming upstairs.

Dino ferrara just went
into the lavatory.

Tell the marshals
to keep dino inside.

Aren�t he and mangrini
sworn enemies?

John, go in the bathroom.

My strongest stream
in three years.

Life�s good, dino?

Get this.

Ho, Pietro!

Look at this.

Want me to break this up?

Let�s see what we hit.

Dino: Stand back.
Don�t taint yourself.

I�m going to make myself
comfortable.

How are you doing?

I�m all right. Yourself?

No complaints.

Who would listen anyway?

Who�d listen
if we complain anyway?

That�s 100% right.

So, how�s the family?

Everyone�s all right.

The new bride?

She�s a very sweet girl.

Yeah, everyone said that
about her.

Are you down here
testifying?

I�m having
some conversations.

I think you would have lost
your voice by now?

Petey, you think what
you want to think.

You can�t stop people
from thinking

whether they�re garbage
or whatever else they are.

Garbage is garbage,
dino?

Garbage is garbage
and vultures are vultures

that fly in
like dirty parasites

capitalizing
on others� misfortunes

and every other
parasitic thing they do

in their parasitic natures.

Well, as far as that goes,
some people kiss joint,

and they kiss ass for a bonus

for the lousy rat
cheese-eaters that they are.

It�s good to see you.

Good to see you, too.
Hope you�re well up there.

And you be well down here
as long as god gives you.

It�s nice to know
that some people

still have delusions that
they have some kind of effect

on those decisions.

Isn�t life full
of surprises, though?

Yeah.

You�re a detective?

Yeah. Come on in, petey.

How come you�re not going
at mangrini?

We will.

We didn�t know he was here
until you just told US.

I don�t even know
why i�m hiding in here.

I think mangrini
should know he�s hot.

Mangrini�s
in the pokey room, d.

Coast is clear.

Where are we going?

You�re going to ask me
about storage containers

in that brownstone?

It�s been five years
since i�ve even been there.

Would that make it around
when your wife was last seen?

My wife?

Yeah, yeah, she�s gone.
She disappeared.

God rest her soul,
good luck to her depending.

When alfonse giardella
would say, "jump this high,"

Pete would go straight
to licking his shoes.

You didn�t get plastic
surgery on that mug yet?

How�s it going, Pete?

It all becomes clear
to me now.

I should have known
you wouldn�t have the balls

to call me out

without a badge
for a hold card.

Should have seen Pete
getting his props

in that restaurant
last night.

What is this about --

some storage containers
in a property I used to own?

That�s a mystery
to you, Pete,

why we would be inquiring?

Yeah.

Are they talking
to mangrini yet?

Yes.
He�s in the pokey.

Thanks, John.

I don�t know nothing
about no 50-gallon drums.

Then how about let�s talk
about the contents?

Maybe what�s in the drum
will ring a bell.

You want to know why
I go on to the content?

It�s not mangrini�s wife.

It�s some woman
named erma gallego.

We got a name to reach out to
from her address book.

Thanks.

You want to know why
I go on to the contents

and why
I raised that subject.

Not his wife.

I want to know because
you keep repeating yourself.

What�s in this
50-gallon drum?

What is in that drum, Pete,

is what we want you
to go home

and you think about
and you decide

if you want to return here
with representation.

I know nothing
about no drums.

If i�m you, Pete,

I ask my attorney, "do I
keep pleading ignorance?"

And I get advice
of counsel.

Of course, i�m just a menial
civil service employee.

You know what?
I�m out of here.

Hey, you do
what you got to do.

All that booze -- 50-50 chance
your brain�s pickled.

Hey, never mind that.

Who the hell
is the d. O. A.?

Erma gallego.

Please, just tell me
what it�s for.

I never did nothing wrong.

We�re investigating
someone�s death.

Your name was found
in her effects.

Whose death?

Erma gallego.

I haven�t seen her
for 30 years.

Why don�t you sit down,
Mrs. Rojas?

When did she die?

Tell US a little bit
about your relationship

and when was the last time
you saw her.

I last saw her July 4, 1969,

when she called me to come
to hoboken across the river.

Where were you living?

I was just here
for 17 months,

and I never been
to New Jersey.

I didn�t know how to use
the train, and I got lost.

And I finally got
to erma�s apartment,

and she was gone...

With the food still warm
on the stove.

Why had erma asked you
to come?

She was in love
with someone,

and it wasn�t going good.

She called his house,

and now she said
she was afraid.

Who was she in love with?

Her boss that was married.
He got her pregnant.

So erma was afraid her boss
was going to harm her?

I think so,
after she called his house.

Over the next days when you
didn�t see or hear from erma,

i�m sure you became
more and more concerned.

But you didn�t tell anyone.

I went to missing persons
after two days,

but someone behind me
on the line said

if I weren�t family,
I could not file a report.

I was only here
for 17 months.

My papers weren�t right yet.

Was the baby
still inside her?

I don�t know his name,
but he was her boss.

She worked
for a plastic flower factory

in the Bronx.

Guess this was
Pete mangrini�s day

to play the lotto.

Yeah, what were the odds
this morning

on Pete mangrini
not being locked up by now?

Hey, Diane,
check this out --

dino ferrara�s girlfriend.

Ms. Angela zirelli in regards
to the mangrini investigation.

Ms. Zirelli
regarding Mr. Mangrini.

Angela, Diane Russell.

You may not remember --
we met while I was in vice.

Yeah.

My partner Jill kirkendall.

Hello.

Is there somewhere
we can speak?

Actually, the,
Pete mangrini investigation

is kind of...

Or sure, we can,
talk in here.

Walking a little wide,
Angela.

Wow. What an intensely
personal observation.

Coffee?

No. I have water.

So, did dino help you
with Pete mangrini?

Why?

It�s my understanding dino
putting the wood to me

was the quid pro quo for him
cooperating with you people.

So you figure
throwing a hump into dino

earns you
a special briefing.

And a purple heart.

You�re a cutie, Angela,

but we�d still need
to know why

you�re asking the question.

Because if dino didn�t help you
with Pete mangrini --

and believe me,

the whole time
he was screwing me,

he was laughing his ass off

about getting over
on you people --

I can help with mangrini
and will

because Pete mangrini
is a rat bastard scumbag

who ought to get the needle.

We�re listening.

If you�re looking at him
for killing his wife patsy --

who was also
my best girlfriend --

he did.

You suspect this.

I know it.
How?

Because he told me
at an intimate moment.

An intimate moment between you
and Pete mangrini?

Yes.

While you were
dino ferrara�s girlfriend

and best friends
with mangrini�s wife.

I�m providing information,

not nominating myself
as the next Mother Teresa.

The natural concern is,

if instead of your conscience
bringing you in here,

you�re on an errand from dino

to make Pete mangrini�s life
miserable.

I�m here because i�m sick
of being a sexual football.

When Pete confessed to you
he�d killed his wife,

is that also when he told you
about putting her body

in a 50-gallon drum
in his basement?

No, he told me patsy
was buried

behind his cousin tommy�s house
in englewood cliffs.

What exactly is going
to transpire here?

It�s probably going to go
better with you elsewhere.

Hey, this is my property,
even if it is cursed.

You can�t throw a man out
of his own house.

Hard enough, he�ll bounce.

Hello?

Mr. Epps.

This is my wife Susan.

My partner Andy sipowicz.

I�m Harry forsic,
the present owner.

Yeah, go to another part
of the residence.

You said a body
had been found.

That�s right,

in the basement
underneath the stairs.

In a 50-gallon drum.

We don�t know anything
about that.

You used to own
eternal floral company?

Made plastic flowers?
Yes.

A & g containers
that manufactured it

sold the 50-gallon drum
the body was found in

to your company.

I wouldn�t know
what to say about that.

The woman whose body
we found in that drum

was an employee
of your company.

Erma gallego.

Well, I wouldn�t know
what to say.

Did you know erma gallego?

Yes, he did.

Should we continue
our conversation

somewhere else, Mr. Epps?

Maybe Mrs. Epps can talk
to my partner?

Yes, I knew erma gallego.

Do you know how her body
got in our basement?

No.
No?

No idea how it could have
gotten down there?

After 30 years,
to ask US about something

neither of US has
the vaguest explanation for,

other than what
some disgruntled employee

may have done

while my wife and I
were on vacation.

I�m going to urinate.

Is that permitted?

Sure, that�s permitted.

Go ahead
and use the bathroom.

Is it still
in the same place?

I don�t know.

The new owner�s
back there.

He was involved
with that girl.

She called me and told me
they were involved.

She said
he got her pregnant.

Was there a baby
inside her?

Forsic: My god!

He shot himself in the head!

It�s 10 minutes
to 7:00, Baldwin.

Well, Nicole,
the woman in that barrel

isn�t Pete mangrini�s wife.

Her name is erma gallego.

She worked
for a guy named epps

who owned the house
before mangrini,

who just croaked himself.

Great. That�ll buy me
12 lines on page 4.

On the other hand, Nicole,

we just did come up
with patsy mangrini�s body

over in englewood,
New Jersey.

Are you kidding?

I don�t think you�d have
a sense of humor

for something like that.

Did mangrini do it?

We�re going to be looking
at Pete pretty hard.

Why are you giving this
to me?

You cooperating,

holding off
on what you had --

I thought that�s what
I agreed to do.

You keep it on the table
in front of you, don�t you?

Seems to go easier that way.

So would it go easier,
me getting in bed with you,

if I told you
I was his sister?

Are you?

Absolutely.

That�s not what it�s about,
Nicole.

I�d like to find out
what it is about,

just not as much as I want
to file on this story.

Don�t miss that deadline.

Take care, Baldwin.
Thanks a lot.

Sure.

I�m calling you
from the word processor

to get those names.

I�ll be upstairs.

All right.

I�m so afraid for her
to die.

Time may come
it�ll be a relief.

Was it a relief for you?

No.

With her, she was young...

A mother taken.

She�s not young.

We don�t have children,

but she�s everything
in the world.

All her suffering...

I�m afraid to let her go.

But i�ve seen too much.

I know there�s nothing after.

I�ve seen
too many people dead

too many ways.

I saw my son laid out
on a gurney

in the emergency room,

murdered by two skells

that he was trying to keep
from robbing a bar.

My partner and me

walked in
on an unidentified d. O. A.,

and the nurse handed me
my boy�s I. D.

So I went over,

and I saw him on the gurney

with a bullet wound
in his neck

the size of my fist,

and I held him dead

and my wife
while she was dying.

You know then.

Before...

I knew there was no god...

But...

After he was murdered...

I dreamt about my son
coming back to me dead...

A spirit...

And I didn�t argue
if that was real.

My ex-wife...

Has visions...

Where she sees our son alive

in other people

a couple of seconds
at a time,

and since she said that...

I�ll feel like --

like i�ll see him sometimes

in my little guy
that�s 3 1/2.

I�m not going to argue
with you if --

if any of that�s real,
kroft,

but...

It -- it feels real,

and it�s come to me

since the people
I loved died.

So...

Maybe that�s something
in store for you

you can�t believe in
right now,

and when the time comes,

it�ll help you go on,

�cause I promise...

It -- it feels real.