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Yeah.

That's it?

Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

-For the coffee as well.

-Okay.

Oh, listen....

If I have any more questions,

can I call you?

I'd rather you didn't.

Detective....

Do you believe in God?

Yeah. I go to church every now and then.

What I see in my line of work...

...faith's a little hard to sustain.

Good luck.

Sometimes I think the basic job

that human beings have...

...is just to figure out

what the hell is going on.

Example:
Gretta Milano.

What was she hiding?

What was she so scared of?.

And then her question about God.

What the hell is that all about?

You never know.

Down to the smallest thing.

The man who passes you

and catches your eye. Does he know you?

Did you go to school together? Is he a

homicidal maniac who hates you on sight?

Or is it nothing?

Nothing at all.

Wake up.

Go to bed.

I know. I know.

Here we go. Up. Up.

I'm going, Uncle John.

Hello?

Hello?

Let's go, Sam.

Good night.

Good night, son.

-Johnny?

-Yeah?

Do you ever get scared?

Yeah, sometimes.

Me, too.

Good night, Art.

-Hello?

-Mrs. Moohr? This is Charles.

Apparently, I must have gotten drunk

or something...

...because the last few days....

Am I working tonight?

You quit.

I quit?

Yes. You insulted Harry

and he hired someone else.

But.... I mean.... How...?

Look, I'm really sorry....

Could you apologize, please,

to your husband for whatever--

We always liked you, Charles. Goodbye.

Hello?

Well, well, well. Look who's here.

I played Reese's tape on the phone

to a linguist. He's coming down.

Yeah? Prelim?

Said it sounded Mideastern.

-Anything on Muskavich?

-Only the pizza.

Now, we're hitting

your area of expertise, huh?

Pizza is a staff of life.

Without pizza and other fine Italian foods,

there would be no happiness.

There was one slice left:

Garlic, linguia and pineapple.

Plus, there was nothing

in Muskavich's stomach.

So it was the killer's eats.

Hell of a clue. You better write

that one up for the journal.

I will, Lou. And I will laud you copiously.

Thank you.

Detectives? Your guy's in Video.

The linguist guy's here.

I'll be right there.

Any luck?

John Hobbes, Professor Richard Louders.

-How do you do?

-Pleasure.

This is completely exhilarating.

Who is this convict? Can I speak to him?

Not now. Have a seat.

Professor says it's a language.

He's just never heard it spoken aloud.

-Meaning?

-Some kind of antique.

I believe this is a Biblical tongue:

Syrian Aramaic.

Only a few nomadic tribes still use it.

So you don't know what he's saying?

I haven't the faintest.

He's not too pleasant, is he?

But if you'd spare me a copy,

I'd be more than happy to work it.

I'd appreciate it. If you could wait out front

for 15 minutes...

...we'll dupe one off for you.

I'll be waiting.

-See you in a minute.

-'Bye, Detective.

-Syrian Aramaic.

-Imagine that.

I got something else, too.

I'm looking up this clipping...

...of Reese, high-school baseball team.

He bats right.

He throws right.

What are you saying, Hobbes?

Reese pulled off some of the sickest sh*t

on record.

He speaks a language 2,000 years old and

you're worried 'cause he's ambidextrous?

I'm worried about everything.

-Hobbes, call on Line 1.

-Thank you, Bill.

Detective Hobbes.

Hey, pal, need another clue?

1339 South Grove...

...Apartment 9.

Jonesy, that pizza place

with the number 17?

Is that close to Grove?

I think so.

They're in the same place...

...exactly.

-It's like he's laughing at us.

-He is.

Cash, not a check?

That's right.

Take a look at this.

What the hell is this?

You know what's scary?

I'm going home last night, this guy's

walking past me, he's going the other way.

He looks me right in the eye.

The kind of look like he knows you.

You know what I mean?

It's the same guy that's in the bathtub.

-The stiff.

-You're shitting me.

I sh*t you not. Same guy.

Oh, man.

I ain't smart enough to figure this out.

Me, neither.

Found under the sink.

Same poison?

Same poison.

Better get that down to the lab.

-What else have you got?

-The number on his chest.

Last Thursday it's 18, now it's 2?

Everything's under a Charles Olom,

but it looks like that's an alias.

So, we're running his prints.

To quote Yogi Berra ,

"It's like dj vu all over again."

-You mean Reese?

-Yeah.

Whoever is doing it...

...has a thing for Hobbes.

Seems like.

How is he?

Who, Hobbes?

How is he ever? He's fine. He's great.

If it starts to work at him,

let me know, okay?

And if it starts to work on me,

I'll let you know.

I thought that was you.

What are you doing, more...

...historical research?

Nice talking to you. See you Monday.

All right, Lou.

Come on, Jimmy.

Over here, shoot it!

Shoot it, shoot it!

Come on, come on, Sam. Okay.

That's okay, that's okay.

Score is tied.

No, 19 to 17.

You can take him.

Pass the ball. I'm open.

Take the ball back.

Johnny's going to make a point.

He's got the ball.

-Hi, Art.

-How're you doing?

Good one! Three, two, one!

That's it for me. I've gotta go.

No, I've gotta go. I have a long drive.

Art, get in here.

Uncle John, but he's a spaz.

You don't disrespect your father, okay?

You understand me?

Cherish what you got.

Get on in there.

-Want to come with us?

-I didn't bring my shoes.

Come on.

What's up?

-Tiffany didn't get you?

-No, what's up?

You know how weird this case is?

We got a positive I.D...

...on Charles Olom.

Real name's Mickey Noons.

Born in Canada, illegal alien.

Blah, blah, blah. Smalltime shithead.

That ain't bad.

That ain't it.

Noons killed the Ruski. It's his prints

all over Muskavich's apartment.

What?

Let's see, Noons poisons Muskavich...

...dumps him in the tub,

sets out the corn flakes.

Three days later somebody does

the exact same thing to him.

"Exact," because Noons and Muskavich

were killed by the same person.

Some kind of ringmaster?

I think so.

Hey, Art. You and Sam don't forget lunch,

all right?

I don't know.

I can't seem to get my mind around it.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Me, too.

Somebody's playing with my dick

and it ain't me.

-Yeah. See you.

-'Bye.

-Ten minutes, Art!

-Okay.

There are moments which mark your life.

Moments when you realize

nothing will ever be the same.

And time is divided into two parts:

Before this...

...and after this.

Sometimes you can feel

such a moment coming.

That's the test...or so I tell myself.

I tell myself that at times like that...

...strong people keep moving forward,

anyway...

...no matter what they're going to find.

-Miss Milano.

-Oh, hello.

I went to your family's place

in the mountains.

-Beautiful, isn't it?

-Yes, it is.

Let me get that for you.

Trees and the water....

Absolutely beautiful.

What does "Azazel" mean?

Your father wrote it in the basement

on the wall, then he painted over it.

My dictionary...

...says that it's "the...

"...evil spirit of the wilderness."

Whatever that means.

One of the books your father had up there

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