Fallen Page #2

You're a god. You're a god.

Name's Muskavich. Russian expatriate.

Super says no family,

no friends, no nothing.

Why is he dead, then?

What've you got?

I've got puncture wounds.

Look for a syringe, or something.

Eighteen.

-What's that, his eighteenth victim?

-Could be.

Could be.

Very tidy.

The DO A's been dead awhile,

so what the hell is this?

Killer slept over and then...

...had a nice, neat breakfast.

Looks like it.

Check this out.

Sh*t.

What?

It's a riddle.

Reese, in his cell before he died,

he asked me, "Why is there a space...

"...between Lyons and Spakowsky?"

Yeah?

Accomplice?

Reese had an accomplice?

Unless it's a copycat. Maybe the...

...prison guards or the people

that made that documentary.

-You got a minute?

-I'll be there in a second.

Fifty people must have seen

that documentary by now.

Me and Jonesy will run them down.

Yeah, good.

Fingerprint. Perp wore no gloves.

Left prints on the spoon and cereal bowl

like he was advertising.

Maybe his prints aren't in the system.

I hate to be stupid...

Enjoy it, Lou.

...but is motive still something

we think about...

...or is it that all these crimes

are done out of sickness?

Number 2.

Everything is motive.

Sickness is motive.

Sharp.

The coroner's prelim on the Ruski.

Isn't that the wacko poison

that Reese used on them Arab kids?

-Tiff?

-Yeah?

You like riddles? You know,

puzzles and sh*t? Brainteasers?

Sure, as long as I'm doing the teasing.

Why is there a space

between Lyons and Spakowsky?

What does that even mean? Come on!

We had a Spakowsky in my rookie year.

South Precinct.

Come again?

Not your Spakowsky. This guy's a cop.

Keep talking.

The guy's a f***ing a**hole.

He's the King Kong of a**holes.

He's a f***ing legend.

His name's up on the wall.

What?

Some chief in the '30s

thought it would boost morale.

They kept it up until '81 or '82,

and it got to be like a booby prize.

It was downtown in the lobby...

till they remodeled.

Must've passed it by 1,000 times.

I guess I need to open my eyes

and look around sometime.

Lyons, I don't remember him,

but Spakowsky, he was around.

This guy was so f***ing mean

that his wife shot him in the foot.

Who was '65?

Who was in that space?

You got me, bud. I don't know.

You're saying they took a name off?

Why would they do that?

I don't know. I called Records.

They say they don't know who it was...

...and they don't know why it's not there.

We'd better find out.

Lieutenant, just the man I wanted to see.

"Robert Milano."

That's right.

Cop of the Year, 1965.

Eight months later, goes up to a cabin,

middle of nowhere, dies cleaning his gun.

So it's either two things:

He was dirty or it was a woman.

What?

I met him once...Milano.

He had a poker up his ass,

but otherwise he was a good cop.

-What I want to know is--

-I know what you want.

I can't help you.

Can't help me?

Look...

...do all of us a favor, okay?

Whatever you find out...

...keep it to yourself.

I got something for you.

Documentary on Reese.

Thank you. You're a real white man.

Jonesy.

-Tape on Reese. You want to view it?

-Give me a sec.

What do you got on Muskavich?

Fingerprints were bust.

The crime scene says

the killer probably had dark hair.

He probably was left-handed.

Yeah, like Reese.

He had bad teeth.

Found a piece in the corn flakes.

Directory Assistance.

Can you give me a number on a Milano...

...Sylvia M-I-L-A-N-O.

Hold, please.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Excuse me, Boss.

If somebody dies because you kept

your mouth shut, you're holding the bag.

When it's a perfect world, let me know.

In the meantime,

it's not me keeping his mouth shut.

-Is that clear enough for you?

-Yeah.

I'm sorry. There's no listing.

Okay, thanks. No, listen, listen.

You still there? Hello?

Check and see if there's a G. Milano,

a Gretta Milano. Can you do that for me?

-Hold, please.

-Thanks.

Syringe had the same prints.

-So now what? Video time?

-Yeah.

You know, I was thinking....

Don't hurt yourself.

Eat me.

Hold for the number.

Whoever did Muskavich,

knew the poison that Reese used.

He quotes Reese. He could be a cop.

He could be, huh?

Lou, could be a cop, huh?

Please leave a message. Thank you.

Make sure Hobbes gets a copy of this.

Are you watching, Johnny-boy?

I hope you're paying close attention.

Every gesture!

Every word!

Wait a second.

What?

Check something out.

That...

...language he was speaking...

...later.

That's Dutch?

That's what he said.

What's he speaking now? Is that Dutch?

This now?

This is mumbo-jumbo, gibberish.

You sure on that?

Who is it?

It's Detective John Hobbes.

I'm looking for Miss Gretta Milano.

-Oh, yes. You left a message.

-Yes.

I wanted to talk to you about your father.

How're you doing?

May I come in?

Sure.

You're surrounded by angels.

I teach theology at the university.

I see. Very beautiful.

Thank you.

Why do you want to know

about my father?

It's 30 years later and the files are sealed...

...and my boss was told to let it alone, so...

...here I am.

I can tell you what my mother told me

before she died.

Why do you want to know?

Just curious, or...?

No, ma'am.

See, I'm the detective

who caught Edgar Reese.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with him.

He was just executed.

-Yeah, I read about him.

-Right.

And this Reese fella, he...

...in a roundabout way,

gave me your father's name.

Did Reese like to sing?

Yeah, he did, actually.

And at the execution,

did he try and touch you or grab you?

Yeah, he did. He shook my hand.

Do you want some coffee?

Sure.

One condition:

You and I never spoke.

You say nothing to your boss or partner.

Nothing goes in the files.

My name and everything I say

is just between us. Agreed?

Will I get a cup of coffee if I say yes?

Detective, my dad was a good cop.

"Pride of the force" and all that.

And then he shot himself.

A reporter found out

my father had been under investigation.

He'd caught a killer,

but copycat crimes started.

Evidence mounted up against him:

fingerprints, witnesses.

The press never got real proof,

but my father's medal was rescinded.

I see.

So you're saying that when he died

someone made this evidence go away?

The mayor, the governor and

the chief of police, they all needed a hero.

Some of these people are

still important today.

-I see.

-No. Not yet, you don't.

My father saw the evidence against him,

told my mother he couldn't beat it.

So, he went to this cabin in the mountains.

It's a place that's been

in my mother's family for generations.

He went there and....

The thing is...

...I know my father was innocent

of those murders.

How do you know?

How do you know he was innocent?

It was 30 years ago.

It's not important anymore.

It's important to me, Miss Milano.

Don't you want the truth to come out,

the killer to be punished?

-Of course, I do.

-But?

Are you afraid that if you tell me

your life may be in danger?

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