( phone rings )
( ringing )
Detective Taylor.
MAN:Detective, I need to speakto someone about a murder.
I have a confession to make.
I'm listening.
We buried the body...
north end zone...Giants Stadium.
We snatched the guyfrom the Bronx a long time ago.
I can't get his faceout of my mind!
I can still hear the gunshot!
Now, just calm down.Where are you?
Please get him out of there!
I can't take those screamsin my head anymore!
( gunshot )
( indistinct radio transmission )
Blood spatteron the back of the hands.
Void on the palm.
Ran the ID in the vic's wallet.
His name wasSalvador Zabo.
He was a construction workerfrom Pelham Bay.
12-inch shotgun,12-gauge buckshot.
Vic mentionedthe kid may
have been kidnapped fromthe Bronx and taken to Jersey.
If there's anytruth to that,
we're gonna be workingwith Jersey CSIs.
Process the scene.
Where you going?
East Rutherford.
Now, let me get this straight.
Some whacko calls you up
telling tales about a manburied in this stadium,
you drag us out herein the middle of the night.
We may not be the high
and mighty NYPD out here
in little old East Rutherford,Detective Taylor,
but it's going to take a littlebit more than a prank call
for us to dig up this end zone.
Normally, I'dagree with you,
but this prank caller tookhis own life with a shotgun.
His final wordswere detailsabout a burial
in this stadium-- I take thatvery seriously. Now, look.
If there's nothing down there,I'll be the first
to apologizefor wasting your time.
If there is, I'll be the first
to ask for your cooperation.
I'd also extend
the same courtesyto any one of you
the next time you takethe Lincoln Tunnel into my city.
( beeping )
Wait a minute.
There's something down there.
( beeping )
I thought Jimmy Hoffabeing buried in Giants Stadium
was an urban legend.
There's only one wayto find out
if an urban legendis true or not.
Dig up the truth.
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fought for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ I don't need to fight ♪
♪ To prove I'm right ♪
♪ I don't need to be forgiven,yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
Captioning sponsored by CBS and CSI PRODUCTIONS
( rock song playing )
♪ I felt the earth on Monday ♪
♪ It moved beneath my feet ♪
♪ In the formof a morning paper ♪
♪ Laid out for me to see ♪
♪ Saw his facein a corner picture ♪
♪ I recognized the name ♪
♪ Could not stop staringat the ♪
♪ Face I'd never see again ♪
♪ It's a shame to awakein a world of pain ♪
♪ What does it meanwhen a war has taken over? ♪
♪ It's the same,every day in a hell I made... ♪
Hey, Mac.
Bones.
Looks like a fibula.Feet are pointing
southeast,head facing northwest.
Give me the camera.
♪ There'sthe worldwide suicide ♪
♪ The whole world, world over ♪
♪ It's a worldwide suicide ♪
♪ The whole world, world over ♪
♪ It's a worldwide suicide... ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah. ♪
( phone ringing )
Hey, what happened?
What's going on?
It's my pager.
Oh, it's a 125-25.
It's a homicide.
I gotta go.
Now?
I am so sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
It's your night off.
I'm on secondary call tonight.
Do you haveto do this?
I'm sorry, Frankie.
If I didn't have to go,I wouldn't. Okay?
Duty calls.
Hold that thought, okay?
I'll call you later.
HeyHey.nny.
What have we got?
Hope you don't bank
at First Federation
'cause the CEO, Jim Mooney,is RIP.
Looks like severalstab wounds,
but we foundno weapon.
Who's the room registered to?
According to the manageron duty, the guest always
registers his name
as "Napoleon Bonaparte."
Figures. So do we haveany surveillance cams
or descriptions?
Signatures?
Brought the manager up hereto see if the banker
was the guy whoregistered, he's not.
Well, our banker wasn't alone.
Got an unopend bottleof champagne,
chocolate-covered strawberries,
and my personal favorite...
La Perla underwear.
These babies sell for $350.
I get my BVDs in a three-packfor ten bucks.
Soon as the M.E.s
remove the body,I'll bag the sheets.
MESSER:All right, let's try this.
You seeingsomething here?
So the perp wrote thiswith his finger.
Used Vaseline.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Crime of passion?
That's whatI'm thinking.
Concentric fractureto the back of the head.
Execution.
SID:Checked the third molarinside your skeleton's mouth.
The medial claviclehasn't quite fused yet.
I'm guessinghe's a young adult.
17, 18 years old.
I'm going to have Adam Rossrun a scan on your skeleton,
see if he can't put a faceto that skull.
Let's do it.
I want to know whatthe connection is
between the kidin the hole andour suicide vic.
Anything more on him?
Salvador Zabo.
The only thing I found ofinterest is on his back.
Give me a hand.
Someone took a laserto this guy.
His tattoo has been removed.
Can you lift it?
I can lift the Titanic if yougive me the proper tools.
What kind of tools do you need?
I need a microwave.
( beeping )
( sizzling )
"Tanglewood."
Does that mean anything to you?
The Tanglewood boys.
Salvador Zabo--you know him?
Zabo?
Yeah. Yeah.
We grew upin the same neighborhood.
He was a Tanglewood boy.
He was the last timeI heard.
My brother Louie knew himbetter than I did, though.
Why do you thinkhis tattoo was lasered off?
He'd wanted out;maybe got tossed out. Why?
He called my office,confessed to a murfer.
Get out of here. Where?
Jersey.
Cold case.Long time ago.
Look,
the Tangelwood boysare mixed up in this,
I don't want you anywherenear this case.
You had contact with these guysa long time ago.
I think it's bestto keep you out of it.
No argument here.
Whatever you say.
( gunshot )
You got that Colt 45 to fire?
Uh, yeah, and thattook a while.
The gun was pretty rusty.
I had to disassemble the weapon,
make a new gun using a rusty barrel
Got some good stria out it.
The gun we foundin the grave
was the same weapon usedto kill our skeleton.
The problem is,
there's no registered owner.
I'm going to have to runa history on the gun.
Oh, cause of death
on your banker:
multiple stabs.
The knife's hiltleft several
contusionsand abrasionson his torso,
sternum and ribs.
Means the weapon was inserted
with aggressiveMm-hmm.
We're most likely dealingwith a short blade,
maybe two-and-half,three inches.
Look at his rib area.
Usually stab wounds to bone
prouduce V-shape patterns.
These stabs are U-shaped,
suggesting the knifewasn't very sharp.
So, we're lookingfor a dull, short knife
that makes unique hilt marks.
Is there anything else?
I'll take those ribs to go.
( indistinct conversations )
( blipping )
TAYLOR:See here, the serial numberof the gun we found in the grave
ends in 995.
And the serial numberof the stolen guns end in
996, 997, 998 and 999.
Guns are often stolen
in lots with consecutiveserial numbers,
Right.
Means the personwho killed with the gun
we found in the holemight have possessed
the other stolen gunsat some Okay..
So who got caughtwith the stole merch?
Let's find out.
"Sonny Sassone."
You say that namelike it rings a bell.
Put it this way,we have history.
I got newsfor you.
You and buddiesare going to Sing Sing
regardless of whoyou're connected to--
Mafia or no Mafia.
We'll see.
Yes, Danny Messer,
he knows all about us...
and we know all about him.
You see,
now we're bothworking, man.
Oh! Detective Taylor,
to what do I owethe pleasure?
Sonny Sassone.
You're out.
I told you the oddsof me going away: zero.
Tell me about the stolen guns.
What stolen guns?
The ones NYPD found in yourcar 15 years ago in 1991.
Illegal possession of firearm.
It got tossed. So what?
Turns out one of the gunsmissing from the lot
you were arrested withwas used in a murderat the Meadowlands.
What murder? You mean the one
where Carolina beat upthe Giants 23 to nothing
in that Wild Card game?
I know you had somethingto do with this.
You may "walk" on me oncebut not twice.
I'm in your life now, Sonny.Get used to it.
I have to say,I'm not worried about this.
You should be.
FastSCAN. )
This is state of the artin facial reconstruction.
Looks expensive.
Did I sign a P.O. for this?
Yeah. Remember you said
you wanted to be on the"cutting edge" of technology?
Right, right. Well, let's see ifwe got our money's worth.
Fire it up.
All right.
( beeping )
Let's do it.
ADAM:John Doe.
All we need is a name.
TAYLOR:Check missing persons.
While you're at it,
send a jpeg over to New York Weekly.
Tell them to run the imageon the late edition
and ask them not to makea spectacle
out of the headline.
It's New York Weekly.
I'll, I'll try.
( chuckles )
Stel, I've got somethingfrom the bedsheets.
What's in the bag?
From where?
Jo Jo's Smoke Shack?
M.E.'s office. I'm on my wayto Reconstruction right now.
I got bronzed stains
all over the bedsheets.
I thought it was odd, so I ranit through the Mass Spec.
Cam e back hydrolyzed silk,caffeine, glycerin.
I'm gThe substance containsthat.
caffeine, reportedlyto help cellulite,
and the glycerin functionsas a moisturizer.
Sounds cosmetic.
Yeah.
( imitates aerosol spraying )
Air stockings.
Oh, spray on panty hose.
BONASERA: It's an aerosol for women's legs--
gives the illusion they're wearing panty hose.
I love women.It's all over the bedsheet,
so whoever's wearing this stuff
was in bedwith our banker, Jim Mooney.
Good. That's really good.
ADAM:Hey, guys.
I ran the mirror imagethrough "Ask Sam."
It's a handwriting database.
Turns out we got a hitfrom a threatening letter
frpm a convenience storerobbery.
Lucky for us, though,the message on the mirror
and the actual threatening letter,
they both share the same letter construction.
Suspect did a stintin Sing Sing.
and he, uh, got outseveral years ago.
What's his name?
NEWT GLICK.Newt Glick.
U.D.X.Ultimate Date X-perience.
I'm providing a service
for a very privileged,exclusive clientele.
$2,000 an hour,
and you can spend time with thefinest women in the world.
Selling sex.
GLICK:The prostitution's illegal,Detective.
No, this is more ofa mental experience.
We found a messagewritten in Vaseline
at the Von Arms Hotelin midtown.
What exactly did it say,Detective Flack?
And I quote:"I caught you, bitch. Get home!"
That's right.
And we traced the handwritingback to you, Mr. Glick.
Care to explain?
I don't know what that is.
I mean, you know,I don't write
notes to my girls in Vaseline.
I just look them straightin their pretty little faces
and I tell them what's what.
Right, Melanie?
Yes, Daddy.
FLACK:Hey, Daddy.
We matchedthe handwritingon the mirror
to a threatening noteyou wrote six years ago.
Get me a drink.
See, uh... that wasthe old Newt Glick.
The new Newt Glick is all aboutmaking dollars legitimatel.
I do everythingmyself here.
I book all the appointments.
I screen the clients,I make the deals,
and then I just...
I send them outlike Top Gun jets.
I don't believe you.
See, I think you were there.
I think you wrotethat note to warn
one of your "bitches."
Which one, Newt?
I was not there,
and I got nothing elseto say to Yeah?
Well, there's some bedsheetsover at the Von Arms
that put a woman at the scene.
Let's send them up, Flack.
♪ ♪
( speaking foreign language )
( answering in foreign language )
Thank you for volunteering,ladies.
We'll be in touch.
Mr. Manning, I'd liketo ask you a question
that's not inthe article here.
Your son...
how long ago did he disappear?
1991.
Here's a picturefrom back then.
Very sorry for your loss.
Can you recognize this man?
His name is Salvador Zabo.
He's a memberof the Tanglewood Boys.
No. I've never seenthis person before.
Did your son have an affiliationwith the Tangle wood boys?
Tanglewood boys? No.
Forgive me forasking, sir,
but did your son sell drugs?
Is it possible that he sold themto these kids?
My son did sell drugs.
He even paid bills for mewhen I was out of work.
I could never scold my boyfor making a buck.
I'm just trying to understandthe connection.
♪ ♪
MESSER:What is it, Montana?
You beeped me 911.Are you all right?
Yeah.
The DNA samplefrom the cigarette we found
in the end zone came back
to Internal Control Sample.
What do you mean? That means
the smokerworks here at the lab.
How can that be?
Have you told anybody elseabout this?
No. Just you.
( sighs )
MESSER:Mac, you gota second?
What is it, Danny?
Lindsay got back the DNAfrom the cigarette butt.
It came backto an Internal Control Sample.
The DNA on the cigarette buttis mine.
( sighs )
You know, what you say to meis testimony.
Mac...
I do not need a boss right now.
All right? I need...
I need a friend, all right?
I'm in big trouble here.
Just, uh... hear me out?
Tell me everything.
My older brother Louieis a Tanglewood boy.
He's been runningwith Sonny Sassone
for God knows how long.
But like I said before,I never ran with those guys.
Except that one night.
Summer of 1991, 15 years ago, my brother Louie calls me up,
he says him and a couple of Tanglewood boys,
they're going down to A.C. to party and gamble and whatnot.
Like an idiot, I go.
Needless to say, we never got to Atlantic City.
Ended up in a parking lot at Gi Yo, Louie, m.
Sorry about the detour.I had to pull over.
I'm hearing all kindsof knocks and pingsin my truck.
( muffled banging )
Buon giorno.eaths )
Stick around, Messer.
Don't turn away.You may learn something.
So the Tanglewood boysat this time
consisted of Sonny Sassone,Salvador Zabo and your brother.
And that's it.
I was just tagging along.
( blows landing )
Let me catch youselling drugs
in my father's bars again,
I'm going to bury youin that stadium like Hoffa!
MESSER:Come on, enough already.
The kid's bleeding from his faceand everywhere else, Sonny.
Louie, school your brother.
Take off. Hit the road.
Get out of here.Hit the road, D.
You embarrass mein front of my boys?
Get out of here.
You're a disgrace!Get out of here!
( tires squealing )
Things between my brotherand I were never the same
after that one night, Mac.
He calls me upa couple days later,
he tells me though,
they dropped that kid offin a bad neighborhood
and went down to A.C.as planned.
He lied.
( sighs )
How could he do that to me?
He alwaysshowed off
in front of Sonny.
But my brother, Mac,he's not a murderer.
The fact is, right now, Danny,you're the murderer.
Your cigarette butt
was in that hole.
How'd it get there?
I don't know.
I swear on my motherI do not know.
Louie was alwaysbumming cigarettes
from me back then, but I swearto God
that I never took one stepinto that stadium.
Never.
I believe you.
Unfortunately,the evidence
is telling usa different story.
I'm going to help you,and you're going to help me.
So, I have no choice.
You're going to be placedon modified assignment.
The duty captain will relieve you.
You'll be assigned to a desk-- no gun, no shield.
At some point he's going to want to talk to us both.
You'll be assigned to the rubber gun squad.
You sit at your desk,
you keep your mouth shut until the evidence
corroborates your story.
Hey.
Is he okay?
He's as okayas he can be.
Well, I've got somegood news here.
We got a winner.Melanie Stefano.
You remember her.
Slinky brunette withthe getaway sticks.
The one nibblingon Glick's ear.
I'll have one of my guysscoop her up.
Better yet, you and Ishould handle it.
I don't buy thisUltimate Date X-perience
for a second.
Excuse us.
FLACK:NYPD. Party's over, people.
You, get your clothes on,
and stay put.
You, take a walk.
Now!
Hey, boxer shorts...
cold shower'sthis way.
Let's go.
You're a busy girl,Melanie.
That wasn't for money,if that's what you're implying.
Well, we have evidencethat you were in bed
with a banker who was murderedat the Von Arms Hotel.
You do wear Air Stockingsspray, correct?
Yeah. It makes my legslook sexy. See?
I don't like fishnets.
It gives me an itch.
Give it up, Melanie.
I like men.So why don't youjust tell me
why you were in bed witha banker on your day off?
It's my day off.I can do anything I want.
That banker was just a guyI was sleeping with.
For money?
For pleasure.
Does Newt know what you doon your days off?
No. And he doesn'tneed to know.
Come on, Melanie,
you're making a little moneyon the side?
You know, day off, no Newt.
It's pure profit, right?
You know my rates, right?
You can do everythingand anything you want
with me.
I don't say no.
You're on.
I'm going to jump in the showerand powder up a bit.
Get ready to play,you big stud.
BONASERA: My guess is, when you looked in the mirror,
you got the message.
And now the banker's dead,
and you and Newt werethe last two to see him alive.
See, evidence shows that you twowere in bed together
in more ways than one.
Said you wanted to talk?
I'm listening.
Your brother's ina lot of trouble, Louie.
I heard his sideof the story.
What's yours?What went down that night?
You and Dannyget into it
over Sonny slapping aroundthat drug dealer,
Danny leaves.
Then what?
Me, Sonny and Sal, we droppedthat kid off
in a gang neighborhood,we went to A.C. Why?
We found what was inthe end zone, Louie.
I'm gettingthe feeling
that Danny only knowshalf the story
of what went down that night.
You want to fill me in nowor go downtown?
I told you everythingyou need to know.
What I need to know iswho shot Bobby Manning
in the back of the head
and put himin the grave.
Who pulledthe trigger?
You?
Sonny Sassone?
I heard somewhere Salvador Zabopulled the trigger.
Salvador Zabo?
What's he,a Tanglewood boy?
Where is this Salvador Zabo now?
Enough withthe head games.
Come on, Detective,you know where he's at.
City morgue. Suicide, remember?
You saving that smoke for later?
Yeah. I'm trying to quit.
I've been tryingto quit for years.
What about Sonny Sassone?
If he finds outyou're talking to a cop,
he might get the wrong idea.
Don't worry about Sonny.
He's gotten Dannyin enough trouble.
We ain't spoken in years.I've got plans for him.
What kind of plans?
Don't worry about it.
All I care about right now,is protecting my brother.
Adam.
Hey. Don't worry.
No live animals were hurtduring this experiment.
No worries here.
So you're lookingat hilt marks, right?
Yeah. I was inkingthe hilt of the knives.
I'm going to comparethe hilt marks
from your pig to the banker.
See if I can narrow downa weapon.
Ink and link.
All right, I'll stab,you compare.
BONASERA:That's it.
Yeah.
Huh.It's an oyster shucking knife.
Hey, Mac,
Dispatch just called.
Somebody did a hospital jobon Louie Messer,
Danny's brother. Beathim within an inchof his life.
EMS said he wasn'tbreathing at Where's Danny?
I don't know.
What do you got?What do you got?
Got 60 over palp.Airway obstructed.
Louie, Louie!
He's my brother!Louie, can you hear me?
Louie, Louie, listen,who did this to you?
ELouie, who did this to you?!
Don't you dieon me, Louie!
Not now! Louie!
Smells like smoke in here.
Ah, it's my clothes.
Sorry.
You have a cigarettebehind your ear.
Smoking experiments.
The butt on the left
was partially smoked.
The butt on the rightwas fully smoked end to end.
The partiallysmoked cigarette
has tar stains onthe mouth end only.
Cigarette smokeddown to the butt
has tar stains on both ends.
What are youcomparing it to?
Cigarette butt we foundin the hole at Giant Stadium.
Tar stains are onthe smoking end only.
Means it was a short smoke.
What does it matter if Dannyhad a quick smoke or a long one?
I don't know yet.
Just trying to understandhow Danny's cigarette
got in the grave
if he wasn't insidethe stadium.
The fact is,Stella,
Danny's fate hangsin the balance
and we're out of evidence.
We're never out of evidence.
Your words, not mine.
You saving that smoke for later?
Yeah. I've been tryingto quit for years.
DANNY MESSER: Louie was always bumming cigarettes from me back then.
Get out of here!
( tires squealing )
Louie.
( indistinct conversations )
Danny.
Any word?
I don't know.
Still in surgery.
You okay?
Yeah, yeah. I've had betterdays, to tell you the truth.
FLACK:He's a tough kid,
your brother Danny, he'sgonna make it, all right?
Lindsay, you get LouieMesser's personal effects
and get themback to the lab.
Yep.
You stay here with Danny.
Make sure this doesn't escalate.
I don't wantthe Tanglewood boysseeking him out.
Or him seeking them out.
You're responsible.
Yeah, we're not goinganywhere, trust me.
What do you need from us?
A list of all of your clients,for starters.
Names, occupations,
contact numbers--you know?
Your little black book-- I knowyou've got one, Mr. Glick.
You take care of allthe bookings, remember?
Newt, no. No way.
She'll put usright out of business
if she has that book.
News flash, sweetheart.
You're already out of business.
The only question is,
do you want to spend
the rest of your lifebehind bars?
From an evidentiarystandpoint,
neither one of youhave a leg to stand on.
You were bothin that hotel room.
You're on the mirrorand you're in the bed.
In a court of law,
that looks bad.
Let me take a lookat Melanie's clients,
see if we cantie anybody
to the murder weaponother than the two of you.
You can give it to menow or later,
either way, it's mine.
Huh... it'san oyster shucking knife.
Yeah, these are fine. Fresh.
Let me get two boxes
of Blue Hill Maine anda box of the European flats.
Paul Sabotini?
NYPD.
You look a lot betterwith your clothes on.
Uh, you're the...
Yeah.
Why don't you hand overthe oyster shucker.
Nice and slow,Mr. Sabotini.
Looks like blood.
My guess, it's Jim Mooney's.
What is it,Mr. Sabotini?
You want to move inon Newt Glick,
become Melanie's new pimp?
No. No, not at all.You got it all wrong.
I didn't want to be her pimp.I wanted to save her.
You know, why don't youcome home with me, huh?
Let me take care of you.
In time, baby, in time.I promise.
I started getting suspicious.
She wouldn't let mecome by on her days off,
and she kept rushing me out.
So one night I got an extraroom key and I paid her a visit,
and got the surprise of my life.
Well, who the hell are you?
Where's Melanie?
She had to run out.
Oh, you're the oyster schmuck.
The guy paying for the room.
Thanks. Saves me $600 a night.
Mel's expensive enough.
Melanie always told me notto be a "Captain Save-A-Ho."
Turns out, she was right.
But she played mefor the last time.
I guess, uh...
I guess I thoughtI could save her.
Some people you just can't save.
You're under arrest,Mr. Sabotini.
Louie Messer'spersonal affects?
I think you mightwant to see this.
He was wearing a wire.
It was badly damagedfrom when they beat him.
See if you can pull anytrace off of these clothes,
I'll be on this tape.
How you doing, Louie?
LOUIE:I'm all right. How you doing?
Good tYeah? ya'.
They found that kidin the hole, Sonny.
They think that my brother'sgot something to do with this.
SASSONE:What do you want me to do?
Walk in and confessto that mutt, Mac Taylor?
LOUIE:You know thatmy brother wasn't there.
I punked him out of there.
I knew whereyou were going that night
and he wasn't readyto see all that.
SASSONE:Yeah, he bitched out.
You, me, and Sal
put Hoffa in the end zonefor the touchdown, so what?
What are you going to do,arrest me for digging?
Murder two, for starters.
You know what,I still gotta say--
I'm not worried about this.
You should be.Keep listening.
SASSONE:Speaking of, "bitch,"
Zabo criedand threw up all night.
I was the onewho turned his light off.
( sobbing )
Sweet dreams,dead man.
No!
( gun shot )
Pure and simple.Mafia style...
You worried now?
Looks like I finally founda way to shut you up, Sonny.
Now it's my turn to havethe final say-- on your feet.
Sweet dreams, dead man.
What are you up to?
Came all the way down hereto bring me a present?
I wanted to surprise you.
I know I came off
a little harshthe other night,
so I made you something.
You did? What is it?
See for yourself.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
Frankie, that's beautiful.
It's called "Aresanob."
The many faces represent youramazing vision of the world.
Coarse orange scales
represent your toughouter armor,
and the solidwhite skull is...
your pure angelic soul.
Aresonob?
It's Peruvian-- it means
"soul of a woman."
Huh.
Research. Internet.
( chuckles ):Oh.
I love it.
It's beautiful, Frankie.Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Louie.
Hey, it's me, Danny.
Just talked to Dad.
He's coming down herewith Mommy.
Doctor says you're in a coma
and that you might notmake it out of here.
Listen to me.
I heard you on the tape.
That night, you got meout of there on purpose.
I never knew that.
You couldn't have justpulled me aside
and saidyou were putting on a front?
You got to keep that upall these years?
I mean, you can call ittough love if you want,
but I was young, man, and thathurt me in the heart.
But I want to tell youhere and now
that I forgive you,'cause now I understand
why you did what you did.
And I just want to say,
thanks for that,
and I love you.
You hear me, Louie?
You, uh...
I'm gonna goget some air right now.
You just, you just stay.I'll be right back.
Hey.
How's your brother?
Lindsay told me you, uh,listened to the tape.
We did everything we couldforensically,
but in the end,it was Louie who saved you.
You okay?
They beat my brother pretty bad.
( sobbing )
They...They beat him really bad, Mac.
( sobbing )
( typing )
"Aresonob."
No such word.
"Did you mean 'aresanob'?"
Yes.
That's "Bonasera"spelled backward.
Oh, my God.
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