WOMAN: Now, my idea was Texas barbecue,
but Steve would have none of it.
Right, Mom.
"Cioffi's finger- licking ribs."
Not sure it has the right ring to it.
Stevie, place looks great, congratulations.
Five years-- that's longer than any of my marriages.
Appreciate that.
So you are from Dallas.
You really are, huh? I didn't believe him.
He hates to admit it.
Boy's ashamed of his own mother.
MAN: Imagine how he feels about his dad.
Hey?
Look at you, huh?
The restaurateur.
What'd that magazine say?
"The finest Tuscan cuisine in New York."
Eh? "One of the finest."
"Among the finest."
You're Memory Girl.
In the flesh.
Yeah. Yeah.
It's nice to finally meet you.
Steve says I got to be careful what I say in front of you.
Well, you should be careful about how
you speak in front of me anyway.
She's a cop, but she's a comedian.
Have a nice night. It's a pleasure.
I need a drink.
Excuse me, may I have a whiskey?
Mm, thank you.
Wow, I like him.
I mean, I'm scared of him, but I like him.
Hey, he likes you, too.
How do you know? I had a girlfriend
one time in college that Pop didn't like.
Right, and her ankle ended up in Sheepshead Bay.
You can't tell me the same joke twice.
We're together three months,
I'm already running out of material. It's awful.
MAN: Hey, Stevie, how's everything going?
Everything's great, Tommy.
Let me top you off. Keep that crostini coming.
You got it. Hey, listen, can I ask her?
Let me ask her, come on, I'm gonna ask her...
Here it comes, ready? Oh, let him ask me.
February 10, 1991.
What happened on that day?
February 10, 1991.
It was a Sunday. Uh-huh.
NBA All-Stars played in Charlotte.
East won by two points.
I went on the worst date of my life
with Danny Kerr. There you go.
I was confirmed on that day.
Gotcha.
Hey, listen, you guys have a good time.
Nice work, Tommy.
CARRIE: You are a good man, taking care of him the way you do.
Nah, it's hard enough getting a job
if you didn't just get out of prison.
Besides, he's my cousin.
You have so many cousins, even I can't keep track.
Well, he's not my real cousin.
We grew up together.
His dad had an accident when he was nine,
and my family raised him.
MAN: Hey, there he is.
Congratulations, buddy, congratulations. Yeah.
Carrie, this is Eddie Dal Bello, my linen guy.
Eddie, hi.
Nice to meet you. We prefer entertainment clothier,
but linen guy will do for tonight--
and speaking of tonight, I got a special gift for you guys,
a present, come on.
I'm getting whacked, aren't I?
Yeah, this is it.
It's going to happen.
Come on, come on.
Voilà! Whoa, hey. Ooh.
Barolo, Borzelleri-- impressive.
Special occasions only, okay?
Take care of this.
All right. Got to go.
Wait, you're not sticking around?
Yeah, I got something,
but this, this is, this is really great,
you know, con-congratulations.
All right?
And I-I'll see you during the week.
And you-- it was really great meeting you.
He's a great guy-- you, you take care of him.
I will. Take care, guys.
Wow.
All right, so how are they doing?
Anybody slip up?
You gonna have to make any arrests?
Uh, well, your Uncle Vincent is stealing his pay-per-view.
I'll call the cable police.
Look how far we've come
since you first held me hostage in here.
What? Yeah.
You weren't a hostage.
Yes, I was.
The door was locked on the outside,
and I was stuck in here on the inside.
You make that sound so dirty.
It is dirty.
How about we just stay down here all night?
And make mad, passionate love?
Yeah.
Until your mommy comes looking for you.
Fine, then we'll stop.
*
Aah, good night!
That, that was huge.
That was a great party, Stevie.
Great party-- it was.
Yeah? Hello.
Yeah, this is Tommy.
Oh, yeah, I'm totally free.
Yeah, hold on a second.
Hey, Stevie, you got a pen?
Yeah-- hey, remember, whoever she is, she's got feelings.
Wow, when did you get so sensitive?
I'm glad you came. You are?
Yeah.
Hey, here's your pen back, buddy.
All right, take care, buddy.
Behave yourselves. Uh, never.
Right, so you remember every kiss?
Oh, the memory games.
Yes, every kiss ever.
What?
Hey.
Morning.
Vic's in the bathroom.
Manager found her.
Water was leaking into the apartment downstairs.
Oh, my God.
MIKE: We got a name-- Francine Palmer.
Teaches ESL at Queens Community.
Landlady thinks she has a boyfriend, but no name on him.
Looks like she put up a fight.
Good for you.
AL: No forced entry.
Windows were locked.
Whoever did this got in easy, maybe boyfriend easy.
Ah, the door downstairs is ridiculously heavy.
It keeps closing on 'em.
So this maybe boyfriend-- his name on the lease?
Yeah, the name on the lease is, uh, a Homer Simpson.
Yeah, well, we're running it through the system.
We're canvassing the neighborhood.
Congratulations. Carrie, this is Eddie Dal Bello, my linen guy.
What?
Al.
What's going on?
I know this guy.
His name is Eddie Dal Bello.
You know him?
Yes-- no-- kind of.
I met him
last night at a party at Steve Cioffi's restaurant.
He works with Steve.
Oh, boy.
Talk to your boyfriend to find out...
My boyfriend-- I...
Hey, Dal Bello looks clean,
except for one disorderly conduct charge ten years back,
and IRS has him working
for Trinity Restaurant Supply here in Queens,
and he and his wife live in Sunnyside.
His wife?
Huh, now there's a theory.
Maybe Dal Bello's wife finds out
he's having an affair,
she takes the code and the key to the apartment.
All right, did you send a unit to her house?
Not home-- neighbor has her in Boston visiting her mother.
I called the mom's house, left a message.
Mrs. Dal Bello needs to get back ASAP.
I'm on it.
Was this guy alone at the party last night?
As far as I can tell, yes.
Who else was at the festivities?
Oh, you know, the usual-- killers, thieves, racketeers.
Easy.
Look, it was Steve, it was his friends, family,
regulars from the restaurant.
You met a guy last night who is now
a person of interest in a murder investigation.
Yes, I know that, I'm not an idiot.
I'm the one who gave you his name.
And I'm just asking you to find out more about Dal Bello.
You've gotten it into your head that this is mob-related,
okay, and on some level you want it to be.
No, I want to find out who killed Francine Palmer.
So do I. And, by the way, if you didn't know Steve Cioffi
and you heard Dal Bello was at this party,
you'd be all over the mob angle.
Look, you don't want to talk to your boyfriend, I get it.
I'll talk to him.
No, you're not talking to him. I'll go right now.
You are not talking to him.
I'll go.
Thank you.
You can be a real bastard, you know that?
I try.
MIKE: Thank you for identifying her.
I can't believe it.
W-We were just teaching together yesterday.
She's got family in Virginia.
Have you called them?
We'll make sure that happens.
How could anyone do that?
It doesn't make sense.
That's why we need your help.
We just have a few questions.
Did you know her boyfriend?
Eddie? Yeah.
Yeah, I met him once.
She was crazy about him.
You don't think...
Did Francine know that Eddie was married?
Married?
No.
She thought they were going to get engaged.
Were you aware of any other things
that weren't on the up-and-up in the relationship?
Did he ever hit her, make threats?
No, not, not that I know of.
She have trouble with any of the students or faculty?
No.
But a couple days ago,
a man knocked on the door of her class,
and when she came back she was kind of teary.
Did you get a look at him?
It wasn't Eddie.
No? No.
This maybe the guy?
Oh, no, I don't think so.
He was older and balding.
Balding.
Well, thank you for your time.
Just through here.
So you showing her a picture of Cioffi--
you know something I don't?
Just taking a shot, that's all.
Am I the only one who thinks
this guy might really be clean?
Yeah, you and our star reporter.
Well, for her sake I hope he is clean.
Yeah, for her sake, if he's not,
the sooner we find out, the better.
They found Dal Bello's 2010 GS 350 on Ditmars,
two blocks from the crime scene.
Get anything from it?
Nothing that ties to the murder,
but it probably means he was there last night.
After Cioffi's party.
Yeah, could be, but then why does he leave the car?
Maybe he left with someone else.
All right, well, the car has GPS, so
let me see what else Tanya can dig up.
STEVE: Hey, nice surprise.
Tell me you haven't eaten.
Alex is doing this risotto...
No, n-no, listen, I, I wish I could-- I can't.
I'm actually here about work.
That sounds romantic. Yeah.
A girl was murdered last night.
We found a picture of Eddie Dal Bello in her apartment.
His car was parked two blocks away.
They were having an affair.
I figured the guy played around.
He was always talking and stuff, but...
nah, it doesn't make sense.
Why is he going to hurt her?
Well, I don't know, I was hoping maybe you could tell me.
From what we're getting,
she didn't know he was married.
Look, I don't know how a guy acts
before he's going to kill his girlfriend,
but I never got
the sense he's a violent guy.
Sometimes when the truth comes out,
things can get ugly, right? Look,
I have no idea if Eddie is a bad guy, mobbed up,
whatever you want to call it.
Yeah, I hear things around town.
Never heard anything about Eddie.
That's all there is. All right.
Well, I appreciate you telling me that.
Well, I appreciate you not asking me
what all your pals at work want you to.
I'm just doing my job.
Well, you can tell them
I don't get the newsletter anymore.
Tommy! Eddie tell you where he was headed
after the party last night?
Uh, I don't know.
Hey, Carrie. Hey, Tommy.
But, uh, to be honest,
I don't really remember much about last night.
Have yourself a little after party?
Yeah, I, it was good, you know, uh,
I'll bring her around.
I think, I think you'd like her.
Hey, Jo.
Yeah.
I'll head over there right now.
Okay. Bye.
I got to go.
Am I gonna see you tonight? Um...
I got to go, but I'll call you.
Water in the lungs,
definitely drowned in the tub.
But there's facial and tracheal bruising
and other signs
of strangulation.
Plus, some serious
blunt-force trauma to the abdomen.
This poor thing was beaten
pretty badly before she died.
Any idea what the weapon was?
Well...
there's petechial bruising around the neck,
which would indicate that she was choked
with some sort of flexible ligature before she went under.
I'm thinking this is not a crime of passion.
No, no. This was a make-a-point killing.
Yeah. Question is, make
Well...
Dal Bello, the boyfriend, maybe.
Heard you were looking for him.
Yeah.
Heard you bumped into him the other night.
What?
Oh, I hear things.
It's my open countenance.
Or your open ears.
Oh, look, if hanging out at Steve Cioffi's restaurant
is a sign of guilt,
I should be doing some serious time right now.
I, I, um, uh...
I just have one question:
Is there anything you don't know about?
Oh, rugby... certain marsupials.
Oh. Oh,
and by the way, guilt by association
is not my favorite kind of guilt.
I don't know, maybe it's my profession,
but I prefer guilt by fingerprint or DNA.
Thank you.
I appreciate the support.
If anything else comes up,
you'll let me know?
Well, there was something in the bath water
I couldn't identify.
I'm just waiting for the lab results.
Thanks.
Lieutenant Burns? Yeah.
Sharon Vega, Organized Crime.
Good to meet you.
Detective Costello.
Pleased to meet you. Yeah.
Uh, can I talk to you?
Sure. About what?
Francine Palmer investigation.
Ah.
In my office.
Your person of interest, Eddie Dal Bello,
we've been looking at him for sometime.
For what?
We believe he's affiliated with Ray Marzulla,
who we've been targeting for years.
Marzulla's into drugs, guns,
anything he can steal or sell basically.
He runs his profits through legit businesses,
mostly restaurant supply companies.
Like, where Dal Bello works, Trinity Restaurant Supply?
Exactly. Or the restaurants he supplies to.
Right now, we got a missing married guy
and his dead girlfriend.
You got an angle, we're open to it.
Problem with Marzulla is,
you can't get anybody to turn on him.
If Dal Bello got himself into trouble,
the DA's got something to offer him.
I'm not fond of letting killers walk.
He's up the food chain, Burns.
I'll show you what we got.
Hey.
Oh, got something for Roe.
Oh, yeah? Yep.
Does it have to do with Francine Palmer?
Yeah... Yeah?
it does.
Well, he's-- yeah. He's...
not here. Not here.
I guess I could give this to you.
I'm a cop.
Of course you are.
Yeah. All right. You're a cop.
I analyzed the GPS records from
Eddie Dal Bello's car.
Like everybody, he's got his patterns.
But about five weeks ago,
he started going to a new place multiple times a day. Here.
I just sent it to you.
Oh, yeah. Ooh.
And I just got it.
That was fast. Yup.
Thank you.
You know, you could just... wait for him.
I could. You could.
I bet he'll be back soon.
Hey, so I got a possible address on Dal Bello and...
CARRIE: Oh, I'm sorry.
Lieutenant Vega, OCID.
Carrie Wells.
Detective.
Am I missing something here?
Turns out OCID's been looking at Dal Bello for some time.
Oh.
Great.
Shall we check out that address?
Sure.
I'll fill you in on the way.
(door opens, squeaking and clanging)
OFFICER: Clear! Clear!
Yeah. What we got?
Glassware, pots, pans, appliances.
You could outfit a really nice kitchen.
Or a restaurant.
Unless I'm wrong, these match the contents
of a bunch of truck hijackings over the past month.
All of them fronts for Ray Marzulla's companies.
AL: So maybe Dal Bello's stealing from his own boss?
MIKE: Well, whoever killed Francine
might have been trying to get her to say where he was
and then realizes Marzulla was after him
and realizes he's got to get the hell out of Dodge.
EDDIE: Voilà!
Barolo, Borzelleri--
impressive.
Al... this is the exact same kind of wine
Eddie Dal Bello brought as a gift to Steve at his party.
I say we get Dal Bello.
VEGA: Maybe he'll talk to save his own skin.
Ugh.
Little late for that.
CARRIE: This doesn't look good.
Well, you can read lips, too?
Oh, I can read Al.
Well, she's right.
He's making the "squinchy" face.
The what?
You know, that thing when you ask him for a day off?
He's all...
AL: May I have your attention?
As of this moment, Organized Crime
is taking over the Palmer-Dal Bello murder investigation.
MIKE: You gotta be kidding me.
We will be giving them our complete and full assistance.
Detective Vega.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
Folks, OCID believes that
Ray Marzulla had Eddie Dal Bello and Francine Palmer murdered
to send a message that he shouldn't be messed with.
Well, we're gonna mess with him.
Carrie, can I talk to you?
What's going on?
What?
You've had me under surveillance?
OCID's been looking at Steve Cioffi for the past six months.
Imagine their surprise
when a Queens detective turns up as his dinner date.
Hey, my personal life is none of their business, hers...
No, but his is, and you gotta admit, it looks a little fishy
when Dal Bello ends up dead right after you talk to Cioffi!
Carrie... what do you really know
about this guy?
'Cause I'm getting an education here,
all right?
The restaurant he runs?
It was bought at a substantial discount
from one of his father's closest advisors,
Sammy "The Boot" Paluzzo,
with money, by the way, of "dubious origin."
Half his employees are convicted felons
either just out of prison or on parole.
Nothing illegal about hiring ex-convicts.
In fact, he helps get them back on track.
Or he's running a halfway house for wise guys.
I checked his record.
He's clean.
Carrie, he's clean--
he's so clean, it makes my teeth ache.
"Princeton water polo"?
Look at it
from their perspective, okay?
Can you think of a better way for Stefano Cioffi
to leverage his criminal enterprise into the 21st century
than to hire his Ivy-educated son as a beard?
Show me some evidence.
Just one piece of evidence that ties him to anything--
Francine Palmer's murder, a murder...
anything illegal-- just one.
It doesn't matter.
You're compromised.
You're off the case.
Really?
Okay.
Well, at least they got my good side.
Right?
Yo, Jo.
What do you got on Dal Bello?
Booties. Apron.
Huh? I'm doing an autopsy.
Do you have any idea where your feet have been?
I never had to do this with Falcone.
You ever hear of Peter Gorelick?
Spent nine years at Ossining for manslaughter,
convicted by a hair sample connected to the victim,
except the sample came from a detective
who'd interviewed Gorelick at his home,
and then went to an autopsy.
Oops.
Okay.
So... about Dal Bello?
Oh, I thought you'd never ask.
Single GSW, the stippling around the entrance
shows he was shot at close range,
execution style.
In the last eight hours?
Rigor says no.
He's been dead at least a day.
Which means it was
before Carrie's lunch with Steve Cioffi. All right.
I don't follow.
Lieutenant Vega in the OCID,
she thought there was a connection,
pulled Wells off the case.
Never cared for Vega.
She pops her gum.
I gotta go tell Al about this.
Oh, you might want to tell Al about this.
The contents of Dal Bello's stomach.
You got your fettuccine in a rich cream sauce,
some salmon and some capers.
Interesting.
Same contents as Francine Palmer's.
They had dinner together.
Assolutamente.
Except Dal Bello's hands were pristine.
No cuts, no bruises,
no scratches.
So you're saying he was with her,
but he didn't kill her.
Makes sense why his car was nearby.
Which means the killer probably took him
to the storage place from the scene.
Jo...
you're a genius.
Don't I know it.
STEVE: Forget about it, come on.
I been dodging people like Vega my whole life.
They couldn't get my dad, so they came after me.
Okay, they have you under surveillance;
they have us under surveillance.
They're probably taking our picture right now.
When I was a kid, I thought
everybody was under surveillance.
It was a game, like Hide- And-Seek or Capture the Flag.
This isn't a game, okay?
Vega, organized crime--
they think you are running the family business.
I can't do anything about what people think.
You bought your restaurant from Sammy the Boot!
The Boot
Come on. Guy wears a colostomy bag and man diapers.
He murdered three people with his bare hands,
and those are just the ones we know about.
Look, I don't know that Sammy.
Guy I know paid his debt to society,
retired a long time ago. Steve!
Where'd you get the money for the restaurant, Steve?
Do we really need to go there?
Yeah, we really need to go there.
I have an account in the Cayman's. Big deal.
It's practically empty now,
because I put all the money in the restaurant.
Wall Street guys do it,
which is where, by the way, I got the idea.
This isn't a joke, okay?
You're using your family's connections,
you're using their money...
You want to know where that money came from?
Yes, I do!
My mother's uncle dug an oil well.
I can't help who I am,
Carrie, or who my family and friends are.
I'm not going to deny 'em.
But I'm not part of 'em.
I thought we been through this.
Sorry.
You have every right to ask.
Vega is going to use Dal Bello's murder to come after you.
You get it?
Of course she is.
She thinks she's got her smoking gun.
Wants to prove I'm the next Al Capone.
There's nothing you can do.
There's something I can do. I can make sure
the investigation follows the evidence,
and not her fantasies.
And where's the evidence going?
Oh, man.
This is...
All right.
Eddie Dal Bello was stealing from Ray Marzulla.
Got himself and his girlfriend killed.
Now, I need your help.
Where I can find Marzulla?
Carrie, that's not a guy who wants to be found.
You got any ideas?
CARRIE: All right, there it is.
ROE: How'd you find this place?
A little bird told me.
I appreciate you coming along, by the way.
Yeah. What's Al gonna do, pitch a fit?
Toss me off the case, too?
It's not just that. I know you had your doubts.
I still do. Oh.
But the way I see it, screw Vega and the OCID.
You need anything, I'm there.
Hey!
Things go south in there,
you give me a holler, all right?
Thank you.
Hey, a shot of Cutty.
What's this?
Water. Figured a cop shouldn't be drinking on the job.
: You're good.
Where's Ray Marzulla?
Never heard of him.
Really? That's interesting,
'cause word is, he owns this place.
And I need to talk to him about a murder.
Yeah, sorry. I can't help you.
TOMMY: Hey, Steve, you got a pen?
Yeah, but remember, whoever she is, she got feelings.
Yes. How sensitive of you.
You the regular guy around here?
Me? Lady, I'm just filling in.
Oh, yeah? So, who would have been working about two days ago?
Funny, I can't remember.
Well, thanks for your help.
And the water.
Anything?
A number.
Two-four-five- seven-three.
Two-four-five-...
Too short to be a phone number.
How about an address?
No. No street name.
Maybe it spells something.
Oh. Maybe it spells something.
Ah.
AL: Whoever did this got in easy.
Maybe boyfriend easy.
What
You got that look. What look?
Well, the "I remember everything" look.
No.
No. It's nothing.
Let's just, uh, keep an eye on this place, okay?
Oh, you got it.
WOMAN: Oh, honey.
STEVE: God, you are beautiful. I ever tell you that?
CARRIE: All the time, actually.
Romeo and Juliet.
STEVE: So, there's hope, huh?
Hey. Marco told me you were here. What's going on?
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Yeah. Something happen?
Where's Tommy?
My Tommy? I don't know. In the kitchen probably.
No, he's not. I already checked.
Okay.
Listen, the night of your party--
Tommy-- he wrote a number on his hand.
Yeah. Yeah, the girl's number. I remember.
It wasn't a girl's number.
It was the pass code
to the front door of Francine Palmer's apartment.
He was on the phone with Marzulla or one of his guys.
Steve, look, Tommy-- he's...
I know he's your friend.
He's more than my friend.
He's my brother, he's like family.
Remember? I'm sure you do.
So you're not going
to tell me that suddenly, he became a killer.
I wanted you to hear it from me.
Well, forgive me if I don't take your word for it.
I know you're trying to do the right thing here,
but I'm telling you, you're wrong.
And I'm telling you, you need to stay away from him.
From Tommy?
Never gonna happen.
Really? I'm gonna have to tell my guys about this.
It's just the way it breaks, right?
You're a cop. What are you gonna do?
Listen to me.
If you tip him off, you become an accessory.
So do I.
I put myself on the line for you.
Guess you shouldn't have told me, then.
Roe, hold up.
Hey. Where you been?
Oh, sorry. I, uh, had a thing.
Did you try to call my cell, 'cause I didn't get...
Any chance thisthing involved Carrie?
No. No.
Ah. How's she doing?
I haven't seen her.
But, uh, if I had, I'd say, she was on to something.
Uh-huh.
From our search of Dal Bello's.
He planned every detail of the hijackings.
He had the trucks' delivery schedules,
a file on the drivers,
where the guys live, where their kids go to school.
A minor player looking to make it
in the majors with some outside help
at the expense of Marzulla's profits.
Certainly reason for him to end up dead.
Francine probably wasn't a target.
She just had bad taste in boyfriends.
Yeah, Marzulla didn't do this himself.
Let's start looking into his associates.
We can use the killer to take down the whole organization.
And we're Homicide.
We want to find out who killed an innocent woman.
After that, you can do what you want.
Hey, listen up.
Anyone heard from Carrie?
No. How about Vega?
Oh, she left about 20 minutes ago.
Do me a favor. See if you can find her, will you?
Sure.
Tanya, how long would it take you
to get a location on her cell phone?
It depends. You talking GPS No.
Well, I got to bounce it off towers, but in the metro area,
I could get you in pretty close. I'd say about 15 minutes?
That the number? Yes.
Cool.
Wow, it looks an awful lot like Detective Wells'...
Right.
Not a problem. Let me know
if you get something. Yup.
I'm on it.
I got it.
The phone's just north of the Triborough Bridge
on the Queens side.
She's been...
That phone has been there for a while.
No luck yet on Vega. No answer at OCID.
Looks like her whole unit's in the field.
Keep trying.
STEVE: And you got a chance for a new start now.
Whoa, man, another $7.25 an hour job?
I mean, come on, bro.
What do you even know about that? You're Steve Cioffi.
You're Mr. Golden Boy. You got everything. Come on, man.
Still Hunter's Point?
All right, thanks, Tanya.
Burns here.
VEGA: Yeah.
So, we've been sitting on your pal Steve Cioffi pretty close,
and it looks like he's been making
a bunch of calls to a cousin of his named
Tommy Rugolo, who's an ex-con, been working at the restaurant.
Cioffi and he set up a meeting in the middle of nowhere.
And I thought you might want to be there in case
it turns out to be our guy.
Where are they meeting?
Up at Hunter's Point near the pool.
All right.
Man, I'm telling... No. Marzulla was offering me
real money, he's offering me
a real job. Tell me what you...
CARRIE: Steve?
Hey, what are you doing here?
Listen... You brought the cops!?
I'm here to help... STEVE: Have you been following me?
No. How could you do this to me?!
We don't have a lot of time. I want you to listen to me, Tommy.
I want you to come into the station with me, Tommy.
I want you to tell your side of what happened to Francine
Palmer.
Look, I mean, look, I was there, all right,
but I didn't... I didn't even touch her.
I believe you. God, Stevie, what did you do?!
Hey, I believe you. Come in with me.
Let me get you a deal
before Marzulla makes sure you can't.
You got to trust her.
Marzulla's bad news. Take the deal.
TOMMY: You set me up?
You set me up?!
STEVE: Carrie, what the hell is this?!
STEVE: Tommy!
STEVE: Tommy! No!
Gun! No!
STEVE : No...!
What part of "you're off the case" did you not understand?
Listen to me.
I followed Steve because I thought there was a good chance
he could get Tommy to come in and talk to you guys.
And it would've worked if you and Vega hadn't just shown up.
I don't need you
to protect me from Steve Cioffi.
Okay? I don't. It's Vega
I was trying to protect you from.
She's convinced you're dirty,
and I was afraid you'd both end up dead, okay?
Now, look,
we found a shirt with Francine's blood on it
in Tommy Rugolo's apartment.
Tommy had no history of violence.
He said he was at Francine's apartment, but he told me
he didn't kill her, and I believe him.
Fine. Let's just say, for the sake of argument, okay,
that Tommy was telling the truth.
That means whoever did this
is still out there. As far
as Vega's concerned, the case is closed.
It's not closed!
She grilled Cioffi downstairs-- his lawyer showed up,
pointed out there's nothing to charge him with.
Just put me back on the case, put me back on the case,
and I will find whoever did this, I promise you.
Yes?
: Yes.
You talk to Steve?
No.
And after what happened today, I, uh...
I think it's really unlikely we will ever talk again.
First good news I've heard all day.
Hey.
Hi. You doing okay?
I heard it was a little hairy out there.
Yeah. Well, I'm doing better than him, right?
Well, you've got your guy, right?
OCID makes Tommy
for both the shootings. Tommy told me
he didn't kill anyone, and I believe him.
The thing is, I got to prove it.
I just want to know what you think. Okay, the facts I have:
Eddie Dal Bello was shot at close range
with a big old .44, which may have left residue
on the shooter's hand.
Well, did Tommy have residue on his hands?
No, but that doesn't prove anything.
: Okay.
What about Francine?
Oh, Francine was beaten about the...
face, shoulders, abdomen
by a right-handed person
with very large hands.
Kind of puny.
Also, starring
on the carpal bone indicates
irregular healing, fracture.
He broke his wrist as a child.
So it's highly unlikely he could have done
that kind of damage.
All right, that's good.
Anything else? Not much.
Uh... no definitive prints off the body, no DNA to test.
I thought I got something out of the bathwater,
but the lab tests came back.
Our mysterious chemical: ethyl acetate.
Also found in the abrasions
on Francine's neck. That's a pesticide, right?
Mm-hmm. And a solvent and an adhesive.
It's found in superglue.
It also activates or hardens
confectionary, perfume, paint.
This guy could be an entomologist
who works at a candy factory.
What about someone who makes models?
Like toy planes.
Yeah, possibly in the paint.
Definitely in the glue.
This guy a model maker? Him? No.
But I know someone who is.
Thank you. Good!
: Happy!
Hello again.
How you doing?
You still working on this thing? Wow.
Careful with that.
Looks good!
Albatross D
The "V-strutter" is what they used to call it.
Quite a dominant little fighter,
except for the occasional... wing failure.
Kind of like that.
You are not the smartest guy, are you?
I mean, you leave all of the names and numbers
of the people you've hurt right up there on that wall
for a cop like me to see.
2640 Ambrose Lane.
I did a little research.
Leo Riccard's hand smashed with a mallet.
610 East 25th, apartment 2A,
Darren O'Malley beaten beyond all recognition.
I could go on and on.
When Ray Marzulla wants to send a message,
you're the guy who does it.
I never heard of the guy.
No? Why'd you kill Francine Palmer, hmm?
Was it 'cause she fought back?
Don't know anything about that.
The glue from your little hobby,
it was found in the water, in her lungs,
it was found in the scratches on her neck.
You understand? We got you.
Hands behind your back! Come on.
Come on.
You want to fight with a woman,
you got to fight with a woman.
Hey.
Glad you called.
Sorry, been a little busy.
I walked past the restaurant
a couple times. It was closed.
Yeah, we're gonna have a wake for Tommy.
Real old school.
Listen, I'm sorry about Tommy.
I'm sorry about all of it. I-I...
Oh, come on.
Just doing what you got to do.
No. No, that-that wasn't... me.
They've been watching your family for months.
I saw your guy there-- Al Burns.
He wasn't there for you. He was there for me.
I guess I could see that.
Listen, I want you to know
Tommy was telling the truth.
He didn't kill Francine, he didn't kill Eddie.
Marzulla?
Yeah, one of his guys.
And we're gonna get him.
Thank you.
Sure.
Thanks for saving my life.
Oh, yeah. Well, you know,
it's my specialty. Yeah?
Oh, I gotta go.
It's family.
Right, of course.
"A divinity that shapes our ends."
Romeo and Juliet. That's, uh...
Well, at least we rewrote the ending, right?
They, uh, died, and we lived.
You won't forget the good parts, will ya?
Me
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