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I looked out...

but I couldn't see

very well because of...

Your operation,

you're drinking wine, right.

And?

Well, I heard breathing...

and then I said,

"Mr. Cuchetto?"

And he said "Yes,"

But it wasn't Cuchetto,

'cause Cuchetto says

he's sleeping...

his wife verifies that.

And you didn't

recognize straight off...

that it wasn't the

building manager's voice?

Well, he whispered.

He whispered?

Yeah.

All right.

Um...

I have to ask you to

come down to the station...

and we'll do up a sketch...

and I need you to look

at some pictures.

- Right now?

- Please.

So... how is your vision?

Can you see me

clearly now?

"Detectives do good

under cover."

That's that flashback thing

you were talking about?

Is that a reference to

police work or f***ing?

It's just a dick joke.

A dick joke?

Dick, uh, detectives.

We call ourselves d*cks.

Ahh, I see.

With good reason,

you're probably saying.

All right,

I'll give you my card here.

If you remember

anything after tonight...

anything at all,

please give me a call.

My beeper number's on

the back, and it's 24 hours.

- OK?

- OK.

I hate this.

Do you like flowers?

Flowers?

You got soft skin

for a man.

It smells

like that lotion...

they make

out of roses.

You know that guy

on the stairs?

He had a weird smell.

He smelled bad?

No, not bad.

Some kind of strange

strong soap and sweat.

"Strong soap. Sweat."

Is that it

on the smells?

Well, there was

something else. L...

I'm probably

just imagining it...

Why don't you

tell me anyway?

There were these

7 little men behind him...

doing cartwheels.

We've got semen from

the swabs and the carpet...

and we've recovered

skin cells...

from under the fingernails

of the deceased...

but we figure

the killer wore gloves...

'cause so far

we got no prints.

We got the boyfriend

out of bed.

He's in there

weeping up a storm.

So...

he's got an alibi.

It checks out.

Forget him.

She can't see

the mug shots.

Well, get

a magnifying glass.

What do you

think, John?

This one's

got hair on it.

A serial?

Just take your time.

If he is,

he's just getting started.

We cross-referenced

his M. O...

the cross, the wrist,

bathtub, necrophilia...

with the national computer.

We got nothing,

which is good.

Means he's probably

not a drifter.

And if he lives here,

we'll catch him.

'Cause we got

an eyewitness.

Well, of sorts.

No, check that.

We got an eye, ear,

and smell witness.

She smile at you yet?

No. She's one tough cookie.

Listen, she's got

this vision problem...

but I think

she's for real.

She checks out so far.

All right, look,

I'll clear your boards.

From now on, you got

one case and this is it.

She may not be enough...

so let's see if

we can get some more.

Put this one to bed

quick, John. Nail him.

Don't let them write

a book about this guy.

Oh, that was good.

Think I'm getting

the hang of this?

Oh, yeah. You'll be

f***ing mayor by 40.

Emma!

I'll show you!

You little whore!

What's up, Emma?

The girl died...

and there was nothing

you could have done.

Candice, if there is

anything beautiful...

in this hellhole

of a city...

I would love

to see it.

Christ! Control

yourself, all right?

I can't help it.

He makes me nuts.

You're making me nuts.

I can barely see the guy.

Put a cork in it, OK?

You've got the whole

blind woman thing going.

What blind woman thing?

Everybody says blind

women are great lovers...

and you're in tune with

your sense of touch.

I want to know

if it's true.

You've done it

with your eyes closed.

Figure it out.

I want to know.

All right, I'll tell you,

but if you tell anybody...

I swear to God,

I'm going to kill you.

- Promise?

- Yes, I do.

OK. This is the deal,

all right?

I can't believe

I'm telling you.

I never got nervous

around men.

I just pulled them into

whatever I was fantasizing...

and I was in control.

I've felt attractions...

to voices, scent,

and conversation...

but it could really be anybody.

That's the whole thing.

Oh, Michael!

He looked at me.

Oh, my God.

- Johnny?

- Yo!

This model is like the Honda

of Byzantine crosses.

There's 4 churches

in our area alone...

got them in

their gift shop.

They even got

a goddamn catalog.

He could've got them

anywhere.

F***.

Yo, squire,

someone f***ed up.

We got one of

the fiddler's letters...

in Valerie

Wheaton's mail.

- So?

- Take it over to her.

We'll throw in a c-note

if you sink the salami.

Hey, hey, guys. No way.

Not this time.

Bullshit.

No, I'm serious here.

I'm going by the book.

What book is that?

You think I'm going

to waste this body...

on a ball-busting blind

broad who can't see it?

Come on.

- Sold out!

- Great crowd.

Must be the article today

in the Sun Times.

I'm great.

I'm f***in' great.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Have a good time.

Here you go, Emma.

Gotcha!

The mike

is right here.

Thanks.

You're going to be fine.

Good luck.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the Metro is proud

to present The Drovers.

All right, here we go.

1, 2, 3.

Candice!

Call Detective

Hallstrom now! Go!

Keep moving.

Keep moving,

please, folks.

Thank you.

Keep moving.

Keep moving. Thank you.

All right,

we picked up some guys...

that were loitering

in the neighborhood.

They've been kind enough

to volunteer for a lineup.

We'll need you

to come, too.

Can we drop

Ralph at home?

Sure, yeah.

We'll use the siren.

Oh, uh, here,

take a whiff of that.

Line up over here.

Come on.

Face the front.

Everybody,

turn to the right.

Now face front

one at a time...

starting with number one.

Number four.

Are you sure?

I thought it was him.

OK. Come on.

We're done.

All right.

Eyewitness, my ass.

Let them go.

What happened?

I thought you said your eyes

were getting better.

- They are.

- Oh, yeah?

How much better

are they, huh?

It's been a hell of

a rough night, Hallstrom.

OK, you tell me.

Can you read?

Can you tell time?

Can you walk

down the street...

without a dog

leading the way?

Can you walk down a street

with that bug up your ass?

How were you blinded?

What?!

How were you blinded

in the first place?

My mother.

Your mother?

I'm not going to talk

about this with you.

Your mother blinded you.

That must have

really contributed...

to your mental health.

Do you want to

say that again?

Number four was

a uniform across town...

the night of the murder.

You identified

a copper as the murderer.

Don't people make mistakes?

Normal, seeing people?

Maybe he wasn't even there!

Now you're starting

to piss me off, all right?

I get this kind of sh*t

all the time at the station.

Guy saying,

"I saw a robbery."

"Hey, man, I saw a murder

down there on division."

I had a guy once tell me...

he saw Elvis Presley

at his brother's bar mitzvah.

Crazy people, that's what

you're talking about.

Lonely people,

people who like attention.

People who

like attention?!

Yeah!

Like a guy

who strips naked...

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