Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 3, Episode 13 - Pas de Deux - full transcript

[Man Narrating] In New
York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

♪♪ [Rumba] Okay, everyone.
Let's get ready to rumba.

[Man] It looks like fun.

[Clears Throat] I'm
new. I'm afraid I...

Relax. Nobody's watching.

I don't think I... Don't. Don't
think. Just follow my lead.

There, you see. You're
very good. I'm not.

Trust me. You're perfect.

We're in business.



It's tailor-made.

I'm kind of backed up.

Uh-huh.

Hey, you know, about what you
said last night... you put your neck out,

you deserve a bigger cut.

Unless, you're still backed up.

No. Well, I'll work it out.

To playing hooky.

If anybody knew we
were here... Don't tell 'em.

Oh, some green tea,
please, and an ashtray.

I'm sorry, sir. You have to
smoke outside. Bloomberg rules.

Come with?

I didn't know you smoked.
I don't. We're cutting out.

What? You're not
serious. Serious as cancer.



[Chattering]

Let me get a hot chocolate.

This one. Oh.

It's, um... [Sniffles]

Oh, it's too expensive. I
can't let you buy this for me.

I wasn't going to. Well...

Oh, Donny. No, I can't.

You can do anything.
Just follow me.

Please, just do
what the note says.

Police! Freeze! Hands up now!

Don't shoot! They got me wired!

Step out! Keep your hands up!

Please, help me.
They put a timer on me.

[Beeping] They said
they'd... [Explosion]

He shows the device. Goes,
"Don't shoot. They wired me."

Then he blows. Anyone else hurt?

No. And we were close.

No keys, no wallet, no phone.

You guys track
him from the bank?

We were on regular
patrol when we got the call.

- Saw him hop down those stairs.
- He hopped down?

- Right. Then he headed over here.
- Anybody in the coffee shop know him?

Not that they remember.
Here's his note.

"There's a bomb. Put
the money in the bag.

No dye packets." It
fits a coercion scenario.

And the M.O. of three other
bank jobs in the last six weeks:

male perp claiming somebody
wired him with a bomb.

Looks like this one had a
day job. Shoes are creased.

His pant knees are shiny
from kneeling. And his forearms.

Looks like old burn scars.

His fingers,
stained with, uh, ink.

Maybe a copy repairman?

[Police Radio Chatter] [Sniffs]

Citrus.

[Sniffs]

Some kind of solvent.

He was probably on
the job this morning.

So where's his repair case?

[Chattering]

He'd need a stash, maybe
change back into his street clothes...

head out that way. Excuse me.

Uh, bathroom key, please.

I'm gonna get the bomb guys.
There's an I.D. tag on the handle.

It's B&C Copier Systems.

Ernie Dominguez.

It's so nice to be back.

Racing forms, O. T. B. chits.

Bets on long shots. No
wonder why he had to rob banks.

Four black pants,
four white shirts.

Three ties... clip-ons.

In case they get caught
in the rollers of the copier.

He's careful.

He should have
worn a clip-on bomb.

It's an insurance policy.

One month ago... 50,000.

Beneficiaries...
Angel Dominguez.

His wife. Oh, ex-wife.

Unless this is your
idea of a woman's touch.

Bingo.

Ernie's our bomb maker.

In case he gets caught.

Doesn't wanna go to jail,
so he straps on a live bomb.

Pretends somebody made him do it
so his wife can collect the insurance.

He's very considerate.

He packed black powder
into a used ink cartridge.

He recycles. What a good boy.

Put the cartridge in here with
the open side against his chest.

To limit the field of damage.

The timer was preset for 20
minutes. That's what set off the device.

He set the timer.

He had 20 minutes to
get to the coffee shop.

Ah, he would have made
it if he hadn't been stopped.

He was playing Russian roulette
with a bomb instead of a gun.

There's... There's no way
my husband did this to himself.

Somebody must have forced him.

- Your ex-husband, right?
- We still cared about each other.

He was always all happy. How
could somebody do this to him?

The ring. You remarried?

Engaged.

That had to be tough on
Ernie. Did he get all depressed?

No, no, no. He
wouldn't suicide himself.

He was so happy always.

Someone tell you
that if Ernie suicided,

you can't collect
on the insurance?

Why shouldn't I get the money?
I never got nothing from Ernie.

What'd you get from your fiancé?

Those scars around your eye?

That was a car accident.

Frank was a little drunk.
He ran into a parked car.

[Goren] And you got bills.

Frank's gotta pay restitution.

And Ernie knew?

Yeah.

Someone else must have bought
the insurance in Ernie's name.

Someone who didn't know the
money was gonna go to Angel's fiancé.

Maybe an accomplice.
If Ernie got killed,

we'd find the policy and think
Ernie was acting alone... case closed.

The jury just came in.
Harland's over there.

I hope Nicole likes the
scones at Bedford Prison.

Okay. Thanks.

Not guilty on all counts.

She's got her husband's
money to thank.

That's too easy. These came in.

The other bomb jobs.
Tapes and photos on the way.

[Eames] Is that Ernie? Yeah.

He enters the
bank from the lobby.

Watch his hands.

[Eames] He's
playing with his watch.

[Goren] The people
behind him, they're

adjusting their belts,
fixing their watches.

Metal detector? Just
to get into a bank?

Or into the building
the bank's in.

Ernie hit this bank
three weeks ago.

It's in the same building that
houses the Israeli bond office.

To get in the lobby, you have to go
through a metal detector, which Ernie did.

And the bomb that killed
him had metal plates, wires.

If he was wearing it here, it
would have set off the detector.

So this bomb here was a fake.

Yeah. Now, he was
seen hopping down stairs.

That's not the way somebody behaves
when they know they're wearing a live bomb.

His partner set him up. Three
fake bombs, then a real one.

Then blew him up.

Maybe to get a fresh
start, a new partner.

Please, no alarm. And hurry,
before he blows us all up.

The bank has the same
layout as the ones Ernie hit.

And it's next door to a coffee shop
with a bathroom with a locking door.

Okay, so it's not a copycat.

Our guy finds people, people
like Ernie, with no priors,

and what, turns them
into John Dillingers?

Yeah, our guy saw
potential in Ernie.

Maybe he saw
something in this woman.

Well, it's a good bet the
clock's ticking on her too.

Let's not lose her.

The morning of each
robbery, Ernie's work sheet...

had him on a maintenance
call near the target bank.

The calls were booked
just four days in advance.

So Ernie's schedule didn't leave
him enough time to case each bank.

Meaning the partner did it.

We'll need tapes of the four
days before each robbery.

[Eames] There he is again.

[Tape Stops]

[Eames] The same guy.
He's quick on his feet.

See, he's taking photos of
the tellers with his phone.

[Eames] It's hard
to make out his face.

He knows where the cameras are.

[Goren] His case is too
thin to be a briefcase.

You see the hinges on
the top and the bottom?

It's open on both sides.

It's got four folding panels.

Sample case for a salesman.

Yeah, the samples...
Carpeting, flooring.

Or linoleum.

[Eames] The super said
the building didn't install it,

but if we wreck it,
we have to pay for it.

The material, it's, uh, springy.

Like they use at my gym.

That's what he does. He sells
flooring. That's how we find him.

Just what I've been dying
to do... Shop for a new floor.

This one's on its
own private bay.

[Donny] There they are.

1:1 1.

[Donny] They won't stay more
than three minutes. Watch.

Are you gonna be
there on Friday?

I'll try. Got a lot left to do.

I've never even been to Mexico.

Let's keep our
eyes on the prize.

Gray-black, reversible, semi-sprung
calendered vinyl. Very nice.

Yeah, well, it came with
the place. In the kids' room.

We've been all over
town trying to match it.

Next time start with the best. We just
did a big install of this at Juilliard.

Juilliard. You hear that, honey?

What I hear is our budget
going out the window.

[Salesman] Top-rated
flooring is always expensive.

But those big jobs? Sometimes
there's some overage.

Oh, you mean, like it fell
out of a truck or something.

Easy. My boss doesn't
need to hear the details.

Which are, you pay cash,

no invoice, no sales tax.

I mean, it's not like we'd be the
first ones in on a deal like this, right?

Good to know who wears
the pants in the family.

I just wear the badge.

Uh, it's not really
no sales tax.

Whatever. You
sell any to this guy?

Johnny? He's a jobber.

Buys odd lots for resale.

He walked in a couple of months ago.
Said he was looking for some Marley floor.

Marley floor. That's
what he called it?

Uh, that's a dance term, isn't
it, for this type of springy floor?

Th-That's his angle. He
said he goes to dance studios,

takes a couple of lessons,
sells them a new floor.

I have 12 studios. Have
you tried across the street?

We've been everywhere. He might
have tried to sell you a Marley floor.

Oh, Johnny, the
floor guy. Nice man.

He comes in a couple of times
a week to take rumba or tango.

Same time each week? Anytime between 12:00
and 3:00. Wednesdays and Fridays usually.

Fridays? Like today.

♪♪ [Ballad] Okay, everyone.
Let's warm up with a ballad.

[Man] May I have the
honors? [Woman] Thank you.

♪♪ [Continues]

Just, um, one
dance before you go?

Oh, I'm... I'm supposed
to meet someone.

So is everyone. Who you waiting
for, Prince Charming or Valiant?

[Both Laugh]

Come on. Just until he comes. I've
been looking forward to dancing all day.

Great.

[Giggles] I'm Robert.

I'm Margie. Oops,
I'm clumsy today.

No, you're doing good, Margie.

I guess you've been coming here
for a while, you and your prince.

I try to take a class or two a
week. I don't have the time.

[Goren] I'm on the clock. If my
boss found out I was here, I'd be fired.

Then don't tell him.

You know, you're
right. Here we go.

Ooh. Ooh. [Laughs]
Oh, don't make me dizzy.

Is it dizzier than when
you dance with your friend?

It's all I can do
to follow his lead.

It's not so hard. You
just do what he does.

Yeah, and backwards
and in high heels.

I'm jealous of your prince.

Well, tell me his name? At least I
should know who my competition is.

[Nervous Chuckle]

Ah, whatever his name
is, he's a lucky man.

Another dance. Come on.

Or a coffee? Um,
I'd... I'd better go.

Oh, well, thank you, Margie.

Well, it's her. Right
height, right build.

[Goren] And she follows
you wherever you lead her.

That would be what
Johnny liked best.

Ms. Marjorie Timmons. Two kids
and a husband who got home at 8:00...

from his job in Connecticut.

Where does she find
time to rob banks?

The Kiddie Gym said she used to drop her
kid off Monday and Wednesday mornings.

Then a month ago, she switched to
Wednesday and Friday afternoons.

Which gives her enough time to meet
the Marley floor man at a class or a bank.

- This woman has no record?
- Just a half dozen parking tickets.

No one upstairs is buying "the soccer
mom bandit" angle. I need something solid.

Well, we don't have anything solid.
Just the way she dodged my small talk.

The way she tensed up
when I mentioned her partner.

The way she, uh, you know,
followed my lead when we danced.

[Clears Throat] Detectives,
I'm sorry about Nicole Wallace.

But I-I'd hate to see us compensate
by hounding an innocent woman.

We are not hounding
Marjorie Timmons.

You know, we're
trying to save her life.

Bring me probable cause
and I will try with you.

You know I'm good for the
ride, Bobby, but I saw her,

and I'm not sure either.

Her parking tickets, four
Mondays in a row last month.

She used to drop her kid off at the
Kiddie Gym on Monday mornings.

In Madison.

These tickets are all on
the same street in Fort Lee.

Well, maybe that's where
the Marley floor gets laid.

Um, Margie.

Sure. She used to
take the Monday class.

Is she all right? She's fine.

She collected a bunch of
parking tickets outside your studio.

Well, I hope she
thought it was worth it.

No, see, your class ended at 1 1:00,
and she was ticketed around 1 1:30.

Okay. Maybe I encouraged
her to stay behind.

But nothing happened. She was like
a statue waiting to be brought to life.

Did she leave any of
her paintings behind?

She left them all here.

Probably because she
never finished any of them.

This is interesting.

The bag, it's...
It's almost fauvist.

Your suggestion? No. That's
the bag she carries everywhere.

Looks like she gave up the
bag in the painting for this one.

Looks like you'd practically
have to rob a bank to afford it.

Depending how she got it,
might give us probable cause.

Uh, a handbag?

My-My wife just has the same
purse she's always had for years.

This would be a newer bag... tan
leather with gold trim, made by Malespeina.

No, I-I've never seen
this. Why are you asking?

Your license plate
came up in our

surveillance of a stolen
designer goods ring.

Marg... Margie wouldn't
buy stolen things.

The person who sold it to her
said they met her at a dance class.

[Chuckles] Dance class?

Uh, Margie doesn't dance.

Yeah, Midtown.
Wednesday, Fridays.

I... And I don't know what
you're imagining about Margie,

but, you know, she was a high school
chemistry teacher, for God's sake.

- Our mistake.
- [Exhales] Yeah.

Not that Malespeina
bag. You found it?

It was stolen.

We filed a report three weeks
ago. Do you recognize them?

Yes. [Scoffs]

It's never the ones you
think. [Cell Phone Ringing]

Y-You watched them? You
saw how they acted together?

He seemed to be calling the
shots. She didn't seem to mind.

Calling the shots.
He picked out the bag.

And made her try it on. And
then I had to answer the phone.

Excuse us. They
hit another bank.

Female, white, dark wig, sunglasses,
bomb strapped to her chest.

I don't know where Margie
is. I-I got a call at work.

She didn't show to pick
up Phoenix at Kiddie Gym.

Your wife's dresser?
Ri-Right here.

I tried her on her
cell, but no answer.

Did you tell her about the
conversation we had last night?

Hey, why don't you go and watch
videos with your brother, okay?

I just asked her about the bag. She
told me she got it at a church sale.

Are... Are you gonna tell me
what's happened to Margie?

We're not sure.

She always keep the closet this
neat? Yeah, she's compulsive about it.

Hey, th-that's not how
it's supposed to be.

- This drawer is empty.
- Does your wife have an overnight bag?

Yeah, it's up on the shelf.

Oh, God.

This was in the bottom drawer.

Sketchbook and these.

You planning a trip to Mexico?

No. I mean, Margie used to
talk about it, but we can't afford it.

What is happening?

We're gonna need
to look in your car.

She's running away with him. That
doesn't sound like Johnny's M.O.

Dollar coins. There
must be $50, $60 in here.

Mr. Timmons, do you or Margie
ever play video poker or slot machines?

What, you mean gamble? No.

Your kids ever have
a cat back here?

[Timmons] What? A cat? No.

Smells like ammonia.

It smells strongest over here.

It's ammonia and
calcium carbide.

He used this to
make silver acetylide.

It's a primary explosive.

He planted this
here and the coins...

to, uh, tell us a story.

The bomb-building bank robber with a
gambling problem. Same plot as Ernie.

Only Margie gave it a twist. She
packed her bags and left her husband.

[Sighs] She wasn't
supposed to do that.

And we weren't supposed to
find this stuff until after the next job.

The job that ends with a bang.

All these sketches,
they tell a story.

She draws a picture of her
daughter. She leaves the face blank.

A landscape, it's mostly clouds.

She's depressed.

Numb, you know. She
wants to feel something.

You know, these sketches
at the end of the book here...

A man's hand around a mug,

- salt and pepper shaker,
napkin holder.
- From a coffee shop.

And this letter "F," followed by
these numbers... 1/ 1 1, 1/ 15, 2/37.

- These could be times.
- "F" could be Friday.

These could be scheduled
deliveries, armored car deliveries.

He'd wanna hit the
bank after they leave.

We've got till Friday to match
a bank to those numbers.

Yeah, sure, the, uh, sketchbook.

She was here. She
was a decaf latte.

He was a Chai tea with soy.
They were here together last week.

And then he was here a couple
of days ago and sat by the window.

The Chai with the soy, he
ask for the bathroom key?

Mm, yeah. A lot.

Margie could put her
disguise on in here,

but this is too small to
stash her street clothes in.

Uh, this tile here is
loose from its bracket.

Well, there's plenty
of room up here.

We need to post teams at other
restaurants in the area, just in case.

Now we need to intercept her
before she straps on that bomb.

There goes the last delivery.
Bank closes in 20 minutes.

If they were gonna
make their move, Margie'd

be in the john changing
her clothes by now.

Clothing store. Changing rooms.

You get the bank.

Margie? Donny, is that you?

No, no, let me go.

No, you stop it. It's over.
Where is he, Margie?

It's not real. It was never
real. [Handcuffs Locking]

[Car Horn Honks]

Police! Put your hands up!

I didn't do anything.
Put the case down.

And take your hand
out of your pocket now.

Good boy. Now the other hand.

- I have something for you.
- Let it go.

- I said let it go!
- Donny! We've got Margie.

[Goren] Gun!

- Move in. Go! Go!
- Take his hands!

A starter's pistol. I was gonna
shoot him over a starter's pistol.

Hey, are you okay?

[Truck Approaches]

What are they doing here?
They weren't on the schedule.

Maybe not on a bank
schedule, but the O.T.B.'s.

Great. More guys with guns.

Well, I told you it wasn't real.
It's Play-Doh. I made it myself.

I, uh, saw that other guy on the
news, and I thought, "How hard is that?"

Margie, we know that
you had an accomplice.

You called me by
his name... Donny.

No, no, no. He's just a friend.

We took a dance class, and then
he walked me to the clothing store.

He has nothing to do with
this. Are you in love with him?

I... [Chuckles]
Well, I-I don't know.

I care about him. We
care about each other.

Left your husband
to be with him.

You, uh, wanted to...
run away with him.

That's between me
and my husband.

Margie,

let me, uh, show you
what this man is like.

This man who's
become your lover.

No, we are... Donny is a
gentleman. We're not lovers.

And I believe you.

Now here.

It's Donald DePalma. Right?

He's been in
prison five times...

for bank robbery.

He always works with a partner.

You know, the first time
that he danced with you,

he saw how numb you felt inside.

That you were
ready to try anything.

The handbag that he helped
you steal, that was a test.

Mm-mmm. You're
wrong about Donny.

You were a chemistry teacher. Now,
what can you make with these things?

We found these in your minivan.

Yeah, he put them there.

So that when he switched the
Play-Doh with the real thing...

and blew you up,

everyone would think that
you made the bomb yourself.

No. This is all lies. You
put these things in my car.

Margie, come on.

Don't throw your
life away for this guy.

No, Donny didn't do it. I
did. I-I planned everything.

Uh, everything. Like today.

Waiting until closing
time to hit the bank?

Huh? When the place was
filled? That was your bright idea?

But there was an armored car,
and I had to wait for them to leave.

Well, then you could
have gone in earlier.

I-I was going to, but then Donny
was late for our dance class,

so I had to change my plans.

[Knocking] [Door Opens]

Ms. Timmons, this is Ms.
Shapiro. She's your attorney.

I didn't ask for a lawyer.
[Shapiro] Your husband hired me.

My client's done talking.
Breaking news, counselor.

She's admitted sole responsibility
for two bank robberies.

[Donny's Voice] I was just trying
to get my hand out of my pocket.

I wasn't gonna
do anything stupid.

I carry the thing
because... for protection.

I work in a lot of
bad neighborhoods.

That's funny. You're outside
a bank with a fake gun.

Margie's across the
street with a fake bomb.

A-A bomb? Margie? Come on.

[Scoffs] Look. Margie and I
have been having an affair.

Th-That's all. Okay?

[Sighs] Now can
I go to the john?

Don't fall in.

The Play-Doh bomb.

Looks like you've been
thrown a curve, Detective.

Look. He planned on killing her.

He would have no other reason
to put the chemicals in her car.

Maybe he changed his mind...
after she left her husband.

I guess up until Ernie's death,
he never had a history of violence.

Never used a weapon.
Never hurt anyone.

Now all of a sudden, he's strapping
live explosives on his partners.

All those hours they
spent staking out the bank,

you know, making notes
on the armored car deliveries,

then he almost walks her
into the delivery at the O.T.B.

And tries to pull a
starter's pistol on me.

Now, he said that they had an affair,
but she denies that they were ever lovers.

She calls him a gentleman.

All the trips to the john,
the soy milk, the green tea.

The insurance he
took out for Ernie.

He would have had to submit a
blood sample when he applied.

He would have
used his own blood.

What are you suspecting?
Uh, well, we thought...

Ernie was suicidal.

Right pathology, wrong man.

He must have got
lost on a doughnut run.

I heard that.

Actually, we were just getting
a statement from your girlfriend.

Now we just need to
check a few things with you.

And then, well, we'll
do that doughnut run.

My client's not gonna respond
to a statement he hasn't seen.

He doesn't have to respond.

Did you ever see
these in her car?

No.

Do you know what they are?

I can read labels.

How 'bout what
they're for? Ammonia?

Cleaning pools.

Not this stuff.

That's why there's a skull
and bones on the label.

She has a perfectly serviceable
30-something husband at home,

and you're, what, 55?

I'm more than just serviceable.

You know how to...

unlock those, uh, pent-up
suburban passions.

I helped Margie
rediscover parts of herself.

[Knocking]

Okay.

Just, uh, gimme a minute.

Did you hear what
he said, Margie?

Is that what you
mean by a gentleman?

I don't know why he said that.
We never... [Nervous Chuckle]

We were never intimate.
It just didn't matter.

I mean, why would
he need to lie about it?

What's he hiding?

Wouldn't you like to ask him?

Margie. Are you all right?

I mean, they told me some
cockamamy story about a bomb.

You should hear the one she told
us, about the soccer mom bandit,

who robs banks and makes her
getaway in a minivan with a baby seat.

I didn't tell you because I
didn't want to involve you.

But he was involved.

No, I wasn't. [Goren]
Oh, sure you were.

Uh, if you hadn't...
How'd you put it? Um...

Helped her rediscover
parts of herself, well, then,

she wouldn't have had
the confidence to pull it off.

I just offered her
my friendship.

Friendship.

Y-You mean, um, a-a new life,

the moment that you
took her into your arms.

You know, I'd like to see how
you did that. Can you show me?

Get outta here. No,
come on, show me.

I-I wanna learn your
dance technique.

S-So you took her hand,
and what'd you do with it?

You held her hand, right?
Her palm snug in yours, right?

And then what? What did you do?

Did you put it against the
small of her back? Huh?

You hold her tight
against you? Quit it.

Tighter? So she could feel
your life flowing into her?

Filling her up.
Except it wasn't life.

Was it, Donny?

It was sickness. Hmm?

Come on. Your sickness, right?

This dance, was it
a dance of death?

Get away from me!

You don't know what you're talking
about. Blood doesn't lie, Donny.

The sample you gave when
you got Ernie's insurance,

they found high levels of
prostate-specific antigen.

In a young guy, that
might mean he just had sex,

or he has extra testosterone.

A man... Donny's age...

usually means one thing.

Especially with all the green tea,
the trips to the john, the soy milk.

Stage four prostate cancer.

That's probably already
spread to his kidneys.

It's a lot of crap, Margie.

[Goren] Even if you had wanted
him to make love to you, he couldn't.

But he can't accept
that. He can't admit it.

That's, um, probably why he
lied about having an affair with you.

Why didn't you tell me?

That would have
spoiled his plans.

I mean, he didn't
care that you were...

lovely and special.

He cared that he could
use you and discard you.

You see? That's why he
planted these chemicals.

But then you dumped your husband
for a new life with Dancing Donny.

No clean getaway
this time. New plan.

Two days ago, he went back to
stake out the bank without you.

That's when he saw there was an armored
car delivery to the O.T.B. next door.

The delivery that
you didn't know about.

And that's why he
changed the time,

so you would run right
into those armed guards.

[Eames] And he would have been
right there with his starter's pistol.

The two of you wouldn't
have stood a chance.

It's called "suicide by cop."

The big finale.

You see, he's
looking at a bad death.

But he can't face it,
because he's a coward.

I mean, who else is gonna send a
mother of two to rob a bank for them?

Not a word of it, Margie. Not a
word of it is true. I'm not suicidal.

[Goren] Margie,
don't believe him.

If you let him walk outta here,

he's just gonna find someone
else to fill his dance card.

Someone... like you.

Unless you stop him.

Come on!

I don't believe them. I
just don't believe them.

All right.

Let's get Donny back
to his holding cell.

You deserve better,
Margie, you know.

But we can't twist your arm,
right? But you deserve better.

Hold on a second.

There were 17 tablets
here. Now there's only 13.

I don't see 'em.

[Scoffs] Don't look at me.

Empty your pockets.

I didn't take 'em.

Four is more than a lethal
dose. E-Empty your pockets.

This is bull.

All right. Now search him.

It's a trick, Margie. I-I
didn't take those. You see?

[Goren] Huh? When we
were all just sitting here,

see what he was thinking about?

I'm not crazy and I'm not
suicidal. But he's dying.

And all he wants to
do is to kill, to be killed.

Kill himself.

Oh, my God. What have I done?

Donny, you really
were going to...

Shut up! You really
were going to kill us both.

You were going to kill me?

You have no idea what it's
going to be like for me, do you?

I don't deserve this!

Whenever you're ready, my client's willing
to make a statement against Mr. DePalma.

It's Vitamin "C."

I watched you very
carefully, Detective, but

I missed you slipping
them into his pocket.

Maybe because you
watched the wrong detective?

[Howling]