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on trial this month for allegedly

sexually assaulting a former co-worker

in her apartment

for 13 hours on Halloween night in 2005.

Braunstein's lawyer says his client

was mentally ill at the time.

The Feds say they'll seek the death

penalty against a former mob boss

accused of ordering a hit on a rival.

The trial of Vincent "Vinny Gorgeous"...

I swear to you,

I could feel my flesh burning.

I couldn't breathe.

It was like my lungs were full of smoke.

It was like a nightmare, but I was awake.

I know I was awake.

- You think I'm crazy, don't you?

- I don't know what to think.

I think you're just going through

a hard time in your life.

You're under a lot of stress.

You've been having those nightmares

since the shooting.

- You know it wasn't your fault.

- They're everywhere.

- What are you talking about?

- The f***ing mirrors, they are everywhere,

in the department store,

on the corner of every street,

in the window of every building

in this city.

I feel...

I feel like I'm not the one

looking into the mirrors

but they're looking back at me.

There's no one looking back at you

through the mirrors.

You're obviously... You're still conflicted

about what happened.

Maybe you need to talk to someone.

A professional, someone...

Mirrors are just glass and silver, Ben.

That's it.

There's nothing behind them.

Will you please go get some sleep, okay?

I love you.

Coming!

Hold on!

- Mr. Carson?

- Yeah.

You want to sign here, please?

- You have a good day, sir.

- Thanks.

Holy sh*t.

Lorenzo, I need to talk to you.

I just had the craziest day here.

Your ex-colleagues came to pay us a visit.

What are you talking about?

Well, you know Gary, the guy

who was working here before you?

Yeah.

Cops found him dead

in a subway station in Harlem.

I never liked him too much, but,

poor guy, he didn't deserve to go like that.

Did they happen to tell you

the cause of death?

- What?

- Did they tell you how he died?

No, no, they wouldn't tell me.

Mrs. Sapelli is waiting for me at home.

I got to go.

By the way,

about that leak in the basement.

They're sending someone over

to work on that, beginning of next week.

We have a white male, 50 years of age,

name unknown.

Following the completion

of the external examination,

the body was washed and lightly dried.

A Y-incision was made

from the bilateral clavicular joints

to the xiphoid process.

- The tissue was waterlogged...

- Amy.

Yes, what is it?

There's someone in the lobby for you.

It sounds urgent.

Ben.

What's happening?

What are you doing here?

Thanks for seeing me.

Look, I need to ask you a favor.

- I'm in the middle of work.

- I know. Twenty minutes.

Yesterday morning you picked up a body.

Gary Lewis.

I just need to take a look at him.

- Who is he?

- He was a night watchman

at the Mayflower. I replaced him.

How do you have his driver's license?

I found his wallet in the department store.

Look, I just need to know how he died.

Why do you need to know how he died?

Ben, you've been suspended. You're not

supposed to be doing any investigations.

Amy, please, just listen to me.

This is serious.

There are some very strange things

happening over at the Mayflower.

I can't explain, but it's...

This guy Gary Lewis sent me a package

right before he died.

Thing is, I never met him before.

Inside the package were all these articles

on the Mayflower, on the fire.

It was like he was trying to tell me

something or warn me about something.

I need to figure this out. Please.

Gary Lewis, Gary Lewis. There he is, B-16.

He slashed his throat.

There you go, there's your answer.

Your man committed suicide.

And you get a lot of suicide cases

with people that slash their own throats?

I didn't think so. Excuse me.

All I know is,

the police are still investigating this one.

That's why we still have the body.

What did he use to cut his throat?

A piece of mirror.

He probably broke the mirror into pieces

so he'd have something

to cut himself with.

Seven years bad luck.

Esseker.

Are you okay, Ben?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry, excuse me.

I need to see his file.

- What?

- I need his file.

- Ben.

- What's the problem?

I just need to see his file.

Calm down. You're not even

supposed to be down here,

and now you want to

look at somebody's file?

Look, I'll be off then.

Amy, you know where to find me

if you need me.

Yeah. Thanks, Peter. I appreciate it.

- I want you to leave now. I'm serious, Ben.

- Amy, I'm sorry.

I can't leave here until I see that file.

It's important, please.

Please.

Amy, come here and look at this picture.

Look at the piece of mirror

that Gary Lewis is holding.

And look at it up here

in its reflected image in the other mirror.

It's full of blood.

Yet in reality, it's perfectly clean.

Not a single drop, not a single drop on it.

So what? It's probably the angle

from which the photograph was taken.

What are you trying to prove?

What if the mirrors are showing us

something that's not really happening?

- What are you talking about?

- No, just listen to me.

What if the mirrors are reflecting

something that's beyond our reality?

What if the mirrors can actually make us

do things that we don't want to do?

Like making Gary Lewis

slit his own throat.

Ben, listen to yourself.

You can't talk like that around here.

Don't you want to get reinstated?

Amy, I'm seeing things in the mirrors

at work, bad things,

to the point where I can feel

what they're showing me.

Ben, you're driving me f***ing crazy!

I don't have time for this.

What's wrong with you?

Do you think I'm making this up?

Do you think I'm f***ing lying?

What medication are you taking

to stop drinking?

That's a strong drug.

It has a lot of serious side effects.

How many pills are you taking a day?

I'm sorry that I bothered you.

You're right.

Thanks for trying to help.

...night at this bar.

It's a couple of blocks from here.

- All right. Where's the body?

- Calm down.

- I can't. How am I gonna calm down?

- Let the detective by. Step over here.

And there's a guy been living with her

at her place. There's a guy.

All right. You say she works at this bar?

At night?

Yeah, she works nights. She goes nights.

She comes home late.

I don't see her come home.

She probably closes the bar, right?

Yeah. 'Cause she sleeps during the day,

like early morning hours.

All right.

I saw blood falling from the ceiling.

Then she call me.

I want you to ask her,

did she hear any noises, any sounds?

- What's going on?

- One second.

It's all right, I live in apartment eight.

I used to be a cop.

- Just tell me what's going on.

- Just a second.

I want to talk to the lead detective!

Angela!

- Who is the lead detective?

- Ben.

Larry, what the hell are you doing here?

- Larry, just tell me what's going on.

- Ben, it's not good.

Where's Angie?

Where the f*** is my sister?

Tell them to let go of me!

- I can't do that, Ben!

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