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- Wait! Slow down!

You're going too fast!

You're going much too fast!

Come back!

Listen to me!

Shit!

- We were just closing.

What can I do for you?

- I want some chocolates.

- What kind of chocolates?

Plain, milk chocolates.

We do some lovely ones with
cream and lacura filling.

You want a big box or a small one?

- Something like that.

- That one.

An excellent choice.

Those are my favorites too.

Our finest quality.

On the expensive side, maybe,

but well worth the price.

I'm sure you'll love them.

Aren't we having such
a hot summer this year.

- Come on, boe.

Go back to bed.

Come on.

I can't sleep with you
running around the house.

- Bad?

- Bad as they come.

Multiple stab wounds.

Including one eye.

And then that.

- Shit.

They cutoff one of his ears?

- Why would anyone want a god damn ear?

- Isn't everyone into
souvenirs these days?

- Hi.

Hi, it's Tracy.

Would you tell David I'm
running a little late?

But I have the first draft revisions.

Thanks, Mary.

Thanks, I'll see you later. Bye.

- Mrs. Grant.

I thought you'd be here this morning.

Mario fucci, Mrs. Grant.

The cemetery manager.

We need your help.

- What's going on?

- Will you follow me, please?

I'll explain as we go.

It'll only take a minute.

- Is something wrong?

- Mrs. Grant, please.

- How do you know my name?

Just tell me what's happening.

Why are the police around
my husband's grave?

- Last night someone
broke into the cemetery.

They disinterred your husband's coffin

and removed his remains.

- They took Abe?

I don't believe you.

- The police want to talk to you.

- Why would anyone want him now?

- Been dead eight,

maybe 12 hours.

I can tell you more
exactly after the autopsy.

- They found your souvenir.

- Souvenir?

- The ear.

- Motive?

- No money's been taken.

Nothing else.

- Could be you got yourself a real psycho.

- We're going home now.

Who the hell are you?

- I'm detective levit.

Homicide.

I'm in charge of the investigation.

- This place has been crawling
with cops all morning.

I thought you'd all left.

- There were a couple of questions

I wanted to ask you myself.

You going somewhere?

- You really are a detective.

- Mrs. Grant, I realize
this might not be the best...

- I'm sorry.

I always get like this
when I'm scared or nervous.

I'm going to my parent's house.

I just wanna get out of here.

Do you have a cigarette?

- I just gave them up.

- I haven't started
but I'm considering it.

What do I call you?

- Mike is fine.

When did you find the package?

- This morning.

- After you had been to the cemetery?

- Yes.

- I'm sorry. I know
this must be upsetting.

- It's all right.

- He was a nice looking man.

- I don't understand any of this.

-A man named William muiler
was murdered last night.

He ran a pastry shop.

Did you know him?

- No.

- That's where that thing in
your refrigerator came from.

You stated this morning that

this was written by your late husband.

- Yes, I'd know his writing anywhere.

It could be forgery

or he could have written it months ago.

- Mrs. Grant, the point is

whoever put it there

knew that you'd recognize it.

That's what they wanted.

- It doesn't make any sense.

- There's something else
that you should also know.

Your front door wasn't forced.

- Then how did they get in?

- Your visitor had a key.

I'm putting you on police protection.

Inspector myer will go with
you to set up security.

- Hey.

Dog yours?

- That's boe.

He's harmless.

- Sure.

- How's your wife, Dave?

Hello, Joan.

- Morning.

- Hi Jimmy.

- Hi Mike.

- I found this dirt in Grant's apartment.

I picked this up at the grave site.

Get forensic to run a comparison on it.

- I'll take it right over.

- They match, we know for
sure whoever murdered muiler,

also dug up Grant's body.

- This is mort's preliminary
report on the body.

And the chief wants to see you.

- Yeah, I bet.

Like I really need to see him now.

You wanted to see me?

- You look wasted.

- How do you expect me to look

if you keep me running around
day and night without sleep?

Not that I can sleep anyway in this heat.

- Here.

You reckon this pervert's
gonna kill again?

- Let's hope not.

- Damn.

I can remember when a guy
knocking off his old lady

in a domestic dispute was news.

Now they go out and carve
up complete strangers.

- You should've seen the victim.

The killer cut him apart
like a piece of beef.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we will be closing in 10 minutes.

Please complete your purchases

and start moving towards the exits.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we will be closing in five minutes.

- Just a minute.

Hey, my purse.

What're you doing?

Stop!

No!

No!

- Another mutilation.

The right hand's been amputated.

More than that, the chest
cavity's been gutted.

- Stabbing

and mutilation.

It's gotta be the same killer, mort.

- It has his signature.

- This guy's not gonna
stop with this killing.

I need that report real fast, mort.

- You'd better pull out all
the stops on this one, Mike,

or we can have a case right up there with

the white chapel murders.

- What are the white chapel murders?

- Never heard of Jack the ripper?

- Wake up.

I said pretend to be half asleep.

- It's the heat, sir.

- Fuck the heat.

If we can lure him out into
the open and grab him, fine.

But out first priority
is to protect the woman.

Is that understood?

- Yes, sir.

-All right, anyone come near the house?

- No.

- Second unit in position?

- On the roof, sir.

- Get them on the walkie.

- Okay.

- You guys see anything?

Just you, sir.

Quiet as a grave up here.

-All right, let's hope it stays that way.

All right, take a hike around the grounds.

Be careful.

And tell the guys on the roof

so they don't take a pot shot at you.

Quiet, boe.

Come in.

- Are you alone here?

- My folks had to go to
the states unexpectedly.

Sorry I took so long.

I was working in the den.

- What is it that you do?

- I edit books.

Mainly nonfiction.

You look terrible.

Has something else happened?

- There's been another murder.

- I could use a drink.

How about you?

- No thanks.

Do you feel safe here, all alone?

- My parents will be back in a week

and I've got boe.

- Look, Mrs. Grant.

- Tracy will do.

- Okay, Tracy.

Let's not pull any punches.

There's a homicidal maniac
out there, somewhere.

Somehow you seem to fit into his plans.

I just want to make
sure he stays out there.

Who has keys to this place?

- Me, my parents.

There's a cleaning woman
who comes in most mornings.

- That's all?

What about doors and windows?

- They are locked and on an alarm system.

That's why I came here.

- Okay.

Tour of inspection.

Every door, every window,

every room.

All right?

- That's only Angelo.

- This is the last one?

We've seen everything?

- Yes, sir.

- What's this?

- It's a dumbwaiter.

It's a little elevator to
take food and stuff upstairs.

We hardly ever use it.

- Main thing is to be
sensible and not get scared.

People do dumb things when they're scared.

You have a pistol in the house, don't you?

- Yes, in the desk.

- Know how to use it?

- Sure.

- Okay.

Any problems, anything
out of the ordinary,

call me at that number.

24 hours.

And don't worry.

Those are your other watchdogs out there.

- I'll be okay.

- And lock the door.

- You're kidding.

Boe.

Boe, don't do that. You're
scaring me to death.

- Oh shit.

Get out of the way!

- What is it, boe?

- Tell me about your marriage.

- My what?

- You and Abe.

- It was good.

- Please don't fight me, Tracy.

I'm trying to help.

Has forensic wrapped outside?

- They're just leaving.

- Okay, thanks Jimmy.

- You bet.

- Look Tracy, I know what
you're going through.

On the other hand, I don't
wanna come here one night

and find you looking like the dead woman

I sawjust an hour ago.

I'll tell you something
about this kind of killer.

It's one thing you can always be sure of.

He doesn't look like a killer.

You and I may think he's crazy,

but inside his head he knows
exactly what he's doing

and exactly how he's going to do it.

I can't come close to figuring
it out so I can stop them,

unless you help me.

- Can we go out?

I'm so nervous I just can't sit still.

I met Abe two years ago.

He was a friend of friends.

It turned out he'd known my brother, rad.

We started to see each other.

Six months later, we married.

- Did your parents approve?

- My father, especially.

He said I knew nothing about Abe.

He said he married me for money.

- Was that true?

- Of course not.

- I understand there was another person

who wasn't exactly happy
about your marriage.

- I don't know what you mean.

- The blood, Tracy.

You made a police report.

- It was animal blood.

It as a joke.

-An ear in the fridge, a hand on the door

and that blood.

These aren't very funny jokes.

- I came home one night to the apartment.

- Wasn't it the day
after you were married?

-Abe had gone out.

When I came in, there was
blood all over the bed.

I couldn't imagine what had happened.

I went crazy until he turned up.

By that time, I phoned the police.

- Who else had keys to the apartment?

- Just Abe and me, as far as I know.

There were other things.

Obscene letters, stuff
broken, photos ripped up.

It went on for weeks.

- You still have the letters?

- I burned them.

- Any idea who did it?

- I had a feeling Abe knew.

There was guy called Tim
or Timothy something.

They'd been very close at one time.

I remember one night, he
followed us in the car.

It was really weird.

- What was his last name?

- I don't know.

- What'd he look like?

- I never saw him close up.

- That doesn't help me very much.

Tracy, let me ask you something.

Why don't you just go away

until this whole thing blows over?

- I spent a lot of my time
running away from things.

When my brother died, and Abe.

This time, I'm staying.

Whoever it is, whatever they want,

they won't make me run.

- Come in. Come in.

Guy morangi, inspector.

Come in, come in.

- I was wondering if you
could give me some information

about Abe Grant.

You identified his body.

- Such a beautiful boy.

And then when I saw him after,

horrible, just horrible.

- You had no doubt it was Grant?

- No doubt at all.

There were his papers and his bike suit.

The bike itself.

I mean, no question in my mind it was Abe.

- Why didn't his wife identify the body?

- It wouldn't have been right
for her to see him like that.

She just couldn't have taken it.

- But why you?

- I assumed you knew.

Abe lived her.

- Really?

- Sometimes I didn't see him for weeks,

but I always knew when he was here.

Even after...

- Ever after?

- Well, there's no reason
you shouldn't know.

I was going to say,

even after he was married.

- He continued to come here?

- Yes.

All this stuff is his.

It's just as he left it.

Abe's paradise.

He came here whenever he wanted

with whoever he liked.

- That's Abe, right?

- Yes.

- And the other man?

- I've no idea.

At that age, one boy
looks much like another.

- Why did he continue to come here?

- It was a sort of...

Refuge.

- A refuge for what?

- He brought people here.

Women. Men.

- What for, Mr. Morangi?

- I don't imagine they were
playing with the carriages.

- Did you know any of these people?

- Twas his business, not mine.

- This a shared line or his own line?

- His own.

- I don't suppose you
know where the cassette

to this machine is?

- No.

Really, inspector,

when you called, I had
no idea you were planning

to turn the place upside down.

- I can get a search warrant
if you prefer, Mr. Morangi.

- That won't be necessary.

What is that?

- Well, it's not talcum powder.

- But I assure you.

- Thank you for your
cooperation, Mr. Morangi.

You've been very helpful.

- It's my pleasure.

- I just have to pick up the manuscript.

I'll be right back.

Who is it?

- Mrs. Grant, this is Jimmy.

- Please come in.

- Stand back, Mrs. Grant.

Yeah, this is Jimmy.

Phoning from the Grant residence.

The guy's left a bag in the fridge.

Advise the inspector, I'm standing by.

- Would you repeat that, please?

- Bad day.

- Are you all right?

Thank god you weren't there on your own.

Did you see him at all?

- It happened so fast.

What could he have in the suitcase?

- It has to be this Tim guy.

- You sure you don't know his last name?

- Why is he doing this?

- Kick it to me.

Let's see how hard.

- Who is this woman?

- Well her name's

Elinor worthing.

Psychiatrist.

Wealthy family, divorced.

Crazy about tennis.

- And hers is the only telephone
number that worked out?

- Yeah, all the others in
the book were payphones.

What do you reckon that means?

- Sex,

drugs

or blackmail.

I don't see the blackmail.

So the question is,

was it sex with drugs on the side

or drugs with sex on the side?

- Okay.

Not bad.

Good game.

If we can just get your
backhand a little bit better.

Why don't I buy you a drink?

-Are you a member, sir?

- Joining friends.

Mrs. Worthing?

Hi, I'm detective Mike levit.

Mind if I ask you a couple questions?

- Go ahead.

- Do you recognize this
man, Mrs. Worthing?

- No, I'm sorry.

There's no one here
under the name Abe Grant.

Perhaps if you explain the circumstances.

- Abe Grant was killed
in a motorcycle accident.

- You don't mean,

Tracy Walker's husband.

- Tracy Walker?

- Tracy Grant, I suppose she is now.

- How do you know her?

- Tracy first came to me
after her brother died.

She was very depressed.

- Did you know Abe as well?

- No.

We spoke once on the phone.

He wanted me to see a friend of his.

I suppose he got my name from Tracy.

- Who was the friend?

- Timothy belle.

- Timothy belle.

Mrs. Worthing, you just
said the magic word.

Tell me about him.

- Tim was a loner.

Like Abe, time was going
to be a concert pianist,

but he got into coke.

Anyway, they became very close.

Not lovers, I don't think so.

Like brothers.

Then, because of his
involvement with Tracy,

Abe, more or less, stopped seeing Tim.

And Tim went crazy.

- How crazy?

- He was jealous.

He felt betrayed.

Deserted by his friend.

He started breaking into their apartment.

- I know about that.

- That's when I started seeing him.

He was extremely disturbed.

- How long was he a patient?

- Four or five sessions, I think.

Then he stopped coming.

I tried to contact him,

but he'd left town.

- Mrs. Worthing, off the record,

do you think he was capable of murder?

- This is only an opinion, inspector.

But I believe he was.

- We're closed now.

Okay, guys.

We're closed. That's it.

Let's go.

Okay.

That's it, kid.

We're close now. Come on, let's go.

- These kids still here?

- They're going, Charlie.

I'll get them out of the pool

if you just get them out
of the changing room.

- Okay.

- Kids, if you don't get
out of the pool right now,

I'll turn into a killer shark!

Hey, we're closed now.

- It was a great place to grow up.

We used to take secret rides
in the little kitchen elevator.

Silly stuff.

Later on, my brother, rad,

had a bachelor pad over the garage.

Rad's pad, we called it.

- How long did Abe know
rad before you met him?

- I don't really know.

- What did Abe do?

- He had this great charm,

so he could do whatever
took his fancy at the time.

Some design work, PR jobs.

He even did some modeling.

He was good in almost everything.

Boe.

- So he always had money.

- Oh yes.

- Did he do drugs?

- Never used heavy stuff, never.

- Coke?

- Occasionally.

He seemed to know where to get it.

He wasn't an addict or anything.

Why these questions?

- You think he might have been dealing?

- No.

He was not that kind of a person.

- I have something for you.

- I wondered what happened to it.

- You left it in your apartment.

I kept meaning to bring it.

- I've missed him.

Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- You know, this is the only
good picture I have left.

Is it a finger?

- It's not a finger.

Okay, mort, you can pull him out.

- Who found him?

- The caretaker, this morning.

- Listen Mike, three killing like this

is more than city hall can take.

I'm going to open up the investigation.

You'll stay in charge.

I'll be running the backup team.

I think you know me, Mike.

I kiss ass one day and
I kick ass the next.

And it's your ass that's
gonna be on the line.

And I'm not planning to kiss it.

All right. All right.

We'll issue an official report.

- Ainnay passages are clear.

Pupils are dilated.

No broken ribs.

Early stages of rigor mortis.

Indicates he's been dead
for about four hours.

There's something you should know, Mike.

I'll write it up.

But in the meantime,

I didn't notice it right away.

Getting old.

In the first murder,

there were only the external mutilations.

Want some?

Okay.

But in murders two and three,

in addition to external mutilations,

internal organs were removed.

In the woman's case,

the heart.

With the summer, it was the kidney.

- A kidney?

- He only had one kidney.

They other was removed
surgically some time ago.

Several months, at least.

- Check the medical histories
of all three victims.

We've got to turn up something soon, mort.

I mean, this one's too god damned bizarre.

A nutcase is a nutcase.

This one takes the fucking cake.

Hi.

- Hi.

- I thought I'd see if you're okay.

I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

- Come in.

You look worse every time you come here.

Do you ever sleep?

- I get a couple hours at Christmas.

National holidays.

When the pope dies.

- I was working in here.

You know, I'm beginning to
get used to having you around.

- Well maybe I can replace
boe and your affections.

- That's maybe going too far.

- Cheers.

- Almost finished this.

I have about 10 more minutes work to do.

Then I'm going to throw
together some dinner.

Did you have lunch?

- No.

There's nothing I'd like more, but...

- So call the office.

- The office?

- Well, whatever it is.

Tell them you're here.

They'll find you if they need you.

- You really wanna eat dinner with me?

- It's either you or
the cop sitting outside.

10 minutes?

Do you see other women?

- For awhile I went on a safe sex bing.

It was kinda stupid.

Dinner was great.

- Don't you get lonely?

- Sometimes what you don't have

is as important as what you want.

Expecting life to deliver
everything all the time,

that's craziness.

Boy, am I drunk.

Wouldn't you like to see me to the door?

- I ran a check on psychiatric
hospitals, like you said.

Woodland acres came up with Timothy belle

who was admitted about 15 months ago.

- That fits in with the accident.

How long has he been out?

- Less than a month.

- Does he have an address?

- No, but they got him a job

in the kitchens at general hospital.

He said that's what he wanted to do.

- I wonder why.

- By the way, morangi phoned you.

- What'd he want?

- He said he'd only speak to you.

Sounded real upset.

When he was accepted here,

he didn't even know who he was.

- How long did that last?

- Eventually he was able
to recall the accident

of which his friend died.

It was still a problem for him.

Didn't want to acknowledge
that his friend was dead

so he pretended he was Abe Grant.

- You mean, by becoming Abe Grant

he was able to bring him back to life.

- Exactly.

Of course, it meant
that he had to sacrifice

his own identity.

But this was a more acceptable
loss to him than the other.

In any case, over a period of time

we were able to persuade
belle of his true identity.

- Thank you Dr. Brendan.

You've been very helpful.

- Just a moment, inspector. Just a moment.

Belle had trained as a concert pianist.

I thought that playing the
piano would be good therapy.

We gave him access to one.

He wouldn't touch it.

- Think he was capable of these murders?

Quite possibly.

- What about motive?

- That's your field, inspector.

I can't help you there.

- Jesus.

- You flatter me.

At the most, a fallen angel.

- I could've killed you.

What are you doing in there?

- I was hiding

what do you think I was doing?

I came out of the closet years ago.

- What's going on?

- Last night I heard this
noise from Abe's room.

I went to see.

It was Abe.

-Abe's dead, Mr. Morangi.

You identified his body.

- Well, I must have been mistaken

or you have a zombie on
your hands, inspector.

- Where's mort?

- Mort's in the morgue.

- Come in. Come in, Mike.

- I got your message.

- You mind if I keep
looking while we talk?

Some assholes misfiled
a critical specimen.

I checked the victims' medical records.

All three were donor organ recipients.

And?

- In addition to the other mutilations,

it was the implanted
organ that the murder took

in each case.

- Why'd he do that?

I'll tell you why.

Because they all came from
the same accident victim.

Abe Grant.

- Oh shit.

- He's trying to put
him back together again.

- You're right.

You're right.

And those may not have been
the only organs that were used.

- Shit.

If any other people got
organs from Grant's body,

they're walking corpses
if the killer gets to them

before we do.

- Hello?

Yeah, Mike.

Grant's file is missing.

That's why Tim belle was
looking for a job in a hospital.

Look, they're gonna pull the
data out of their computer.

- Jimmy, I need those names now!

- Yeah, I gotta collect a
package for a & b publishing.

- Yes, it's a manuscript.

They're waiting for it.

Thanks.

Boe!

Boe!

Boe!

Boe.

- There's three other organ recipients.

Don't worry about this one.

He's already dead.

These are the most up-to-date addresses

we have of the other two.

Good luck.

- Inspector Mike levit, please.

Mike, I have the names of
the other two recipients.

- Boe?

Who would have left this door open anyway?

Rad doesn't live here anymore, boe.

Inspector levit, please.

This is Tracy Grant.

Inspector levit
is out of the office now,

Mrs. Grant.

- Please have him call
be back, immediately.

- We're not home free yet,
but we're well on our way.

You've done a good job, Mike.

- There's something that bugs me though.

- What's that?

- Morangi's story that he saw Abe.

Didn't bother me then, but...

- He was drunk, for Christ's sake.

- He wasn't that drunk.

But he was scared.

Like he really had seen a ghost.

- Mike, what we're chasing is no ghost.

- Something's not right.

And I don't know what.

- How're we doing with the two
surviving organ recipients?

- Mrs. Landau is on here way here.

She got one of Grant's kidneys.

She's very pregnant.

- And the other?

- School teacher.

Kate kelley, cornea transplant.

We're looking.

All right, children.

I know it's hot, but try to settle down.

Let's start on page five.

Marco, you begin.

House

is...

- What's next?

My house is

big.

All together.

House

is

Big.

Again.

Come along, Silvia.

House

is

Big.

- Mrs. Grant phoned.

- Get her on the line.

And Mrs. Landau was on her way up.

- What's the status on Kate kelley?

Look, I don't care what your
god damned problems are.

I want that school teacher picked up now!

Do I have to do it myself?

Asshole!

- Will you hold please?

- Mrs. Grant on line two.

- Tracy, what's the problem?

Stay right where you are.

I'm sending one of the cops from outside

to be with you in the
house till I get there.

Okay?

Don't worry.

You got it?

By her side.

He's not to leave it.

Not for a second.

- Hey Mike.

Like to see a picture of Timothy belle?

- Where the fuck did you get this?

- Hospital employment office.

- Photo from morangi's.

- Right there with Abe.

- Shit.

We've had a photo of
the man the whole time.

Get prints run of these

and lets see if we can nail this bastard.

Meet me at Mrs. Grant's.

- Okay.

Mrs. Landau, inspector.

- Mrs. Landau.

Please, come in.

Have a seat.

I hope we haven't scared you too much.

-A little.

- Very good!

Put your books away and
we'll listen to a story.

If I told you this was a
Russian story with music,

who could tell me its name?

All right, here's another clue.

It's the story of a small
boy and a big bad...

- Peter and the wolf.

- Very good, Richard.

Everyone ready?

Yeah!

The sun was barely up

when widow tweed started
the chores around her farm.

She milked the cow,

moo.

- Hi, police.

Where's the principal, please?

- He's not in the building right now.

- We're looking for one of your
teachers named Kate kelley.

- I'm sorry, I don't know her.

Which class does she teach?

She teaches a blind class.

Now don't you have a
directory or something?

Hey look, I
just work here part-time.

Lady, it's real urgent.

Can't you call someone?

- Well, I guess I could page Mr. Bemish.

He's the vice principal.

Thanks.

Hurry up, will you?

She fed the chickens.

Then she began to hang
the laundry out to dry.

Suddenly, the pile of clean washing moved.

The widow lifted a sheet

and there was a frightened
little wolf cub.

"Oh, you poor little thing."

The window exclaimed.

"You lost your momma.

"Well, don't you worry.

"My grandson, Peter, will be
happy to take care of you.

"Peter! Peter!

"Come down here, I've
got a surprise for you."

They went to see the ducks and geese.

They scattered all over the pond

when they saw the wolf come.

Wolves are particularly
partial to goose meat.

Then Peter took his cub
to say hello to Timmy,

the barnyard cat.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.

- Eyes open, huh?

Is everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

- Hi.

Wait for me outside.

I'll call you if I need you.

- Thank god you're here.

- What exactly did you see?

- Just half eaten pizza and a beer.

It was imported beer.

It was the kind of beer Abe always drank.

- Jesus.

- Where did you get this?

- Nevermind that.

Do you know the man in the photo with Abe?

- I don't understand.

- It's the man we believe is the murderer.

Tim belle.

- That's my brother, rad.

- Wait a minute.

This is Abe? This is your brother rad?

- No, this is Abe.

- This is Abe?

- That's right.

- You mean to tell me this isn't Abe?

- No, that's rad.

- Then what the fuck is
Abe's obituary notice

doing in the frame?

- I stick things that might
get lost in this frame.

Anyway, Tim belle destroyed
all the good pictures

I had of Abe.

You thought rad was Abe?

- They found Kate kelley.

She's dead.

- Stay here.

Don't leave her side, I mean that.

Not for a second.

- Okay.

- Death was caused by
a massive hemorrhage.

Her throat's been cut

and the eyes gouged.

- She lost sight in one eye.

It was saved by a cornea transplant.

That's why she started working here.

Damn it.

We shoulda saved her.

This one's our fault, mort.

Shit!

- We're through here, mort.

- You can take the body away.

- Just got a message, inspector.

Landau's gone into labor.

They're checking her into the hospital.

- Which hospital?

- The general.

- Mrs. Landau, we didn't expect to see you

until the end of next week.

- I just started having contractions.

- Well don't worry.

You are a very special patient

and we plan to take very,
very special care of you.

- Thank you.

- They want you to move your car, officer.

The ambulance can't get into emergency.

- She's in good hands now.

- I'll be right back.

- Okay.

- We've already contacted your doctor

and a specialist is going
to be here in a minute.

I'll just check to see
he's on his way, okay?

- Thank you.

- How're we doing today, Mrs. Landau?

- Just fine, thank you.

Where are we going?

- Don't worry.

We're just gonna do a sonar scan

to make sure you and your baby are fine.

She's on the fifth floor.

- But I'm already in labor.

Can't it wait till the doctor gets here?

- I told you, don't worry.

I'm here to look after you.

- Where's Mrs. Landau?

- Where's Mrs. Landau?

- An orderly took her.

- Relax, Mrs. Landau,

everything's gonna be all right.

- Please.

Where's my doctor?

- Can't do it, Abe.

Let her go, Abe.

Don't do it.

It is Abe.

- But Abe wouldn't do these things.

- He thinks he's Tim belle.

- But what is he doing?

- He's reassembling Abe, bit by bit.

I'm gonna take a look at the coach house.

You stay with Tracy.

There are two marked cars on the way.

- Mike.

- Lock the door.

- I'm gonna see if the cars have arrived.

Keep away from the windows.

They're on their way.

- What about Mike?

- I'll go see.

You'll be safe here.

No one can get in until we get back.

- Please hurry.

- Abe.

It's Tracy.

Don't you recognize me?

- Tracy?

I did this for you and Abe.

So we could both have him again.

- If you did this for me,
why do you wanna hurt me?

- Why should I have...

What have I done?

What have I done?

What have I done?

- Abe.

Everything will be all right now.

Yes.

- No. No.

No!

No!

- Abe, please!

- No!

No!

- It wasn't my fault.

He was going too fast.

- I'll be right back.

Tell narcotics to get moving

and who supplied the cocaine to Abe Grant.

And the day after tomorrow
I wanna get back to work

on the martona case.

- Okay.

Hey Mike, I'm going down town.

You coming with me?

- Jimmy, for 24 hours,

I'm on the moon.

Okay?