08x02 - Rock Star

[bunniefuu]

In New York City's
w*r on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the major case squad.

These are their stories.

Our so-called manager
comes in all proud.

He's got us a gig
at Brooklyn heights.

The heights?

What's the gig, a wham tribute?

No, the gig is we
bring in 50 people

paying $10 covers.

After that we get
half the door.

- Until then, nada.
- Lame.

There's so much bogus going on.

You gotta have faith, man.

God brought you to Brooklyn
for a reason.

Yeah, to telemarket
baldness cures.

I just wanna play, man.

Just...
[Imitates electric guitar]

Let's get inside.

They are parasites
in this community.

Parasites with money.

They all got rich daddies.

Man, they displacing
our people.

Displace who?

You wanna live
in the old sausage factory?

Where he's going,

to play with
the white boys again?

Hey, dix.

How's life in the ghetto?

Must be good, man.

You moved in.

- Yo.
- Hey, you got the stuff?

When we gonna see
some of that art?

You got any nudies?

$200.

Oh, yo, yo, yo, yo.
Check it.

Yeah, like this.

[Chuckles]
That's your thing, dix.

What do you got for me?

What you're paying? Over there.

You share a bathroom,
no pissing in the sink,

rent's due on
the first of the month,

and that means the first.

What?

Is this supposed to be a door?

You can't afford a door.

Welcome back.

[Acoustic guitar music]

♪ ♪

nice, nice.

You might wanna hammer
those notes down though.

Like... here, let me show you.

Like...

[Acoustic guitar music]

♪ ♪

do you see?

My record deal blows up,

so you think I need guitar 101?

Whoa.

Sorry.

You know, sometimes we do help
each other out around here.

Genius, both of you.

Now can we go get some beers?

I'm telling you, man.
She was hitting on me.

No, she was hitting on Helen.

Oh, wrong number there.

I'm still in love
with that bartender.

Let's go.

You know, some people do manage

to walk these streets without
getting r*ped and robbed.

You guys go ahead.
I gotta make a call.

No, we'll wait for you.

It's okay.

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

It's Shabbos.
What are you doing?

It's a special case.
It's forbidden.

Find someone else
to make the call.

Look, there is nobody else.
The Goyim are sleeping.

I don't know.

Life or death.

We make an exception.

9-1-1, hello?

No wallet.

There's a gash here.
Looks like a Kn*fe.

Did anyone find a Kn*fe?

ESU is looking.

Well, did anybody find a reason

why this is for major case?

Because I'm gonna
go out on a limb here and say

someone stabbed this guy,
stole his wallet.

It's not the crime.
It's the neighborhood.

We've got worlds
in collision here.

Orthodox Jews, urban blacks,

punk rock stars
of the 21st century.

Not a lotta love.

This neighborhood is amazing.

A block walk from my car,
I pick up grits with ham

at, um, Sally's soul kitchen,

a bagel, glatt kosher,

and a tantric charm
at this new age boutique.

So, so interesting.

If you need a massage ball,
I saw a select...

detective Zach Nichols,
detective Megan Wheeler.

My new partner.

It's a pleasure.

Can we shake hands later?

Yeah.

Maybe wanna take a look
at the crime scene?

Looks like somebody stabbed
him and stole his wallet.

We were partners back
in anti-crime.

Well, how did he do when
he wasn't having breakfast?

Amazing.

Brilliant cop. Very perceptive.

Both his parents were shrinks.

Oh, well,
shrink's kids are crazy.

Established fact.

He's not crazy, exactly.

Oh, that's very reassuring.

Was a loss to the department
when he took his leave.

Yeah, seven years.

Where did he go?

Sent me a postcard
from Cleveland once.

His name wasn't Teeter.

His name was Theodore.

His friends called him Teeter.

If they were
really his friends,

they would've told him
to go to college.

To music school.

Not move to a slum
and become a rapper.

An mc.

Yes, an mc
is different than a rapper.

A rapper raps the words
and makes the rhymes.

An mc can rap
but he also runs the show

and leads the crowd.

He has to be very charismatic
and be someone very special.

Teddy.

When did you last speak to him?

He called a week ago.

He said everything was great.

This place up to code?

Certified as
an intra-multiple dwelling.

On schedule
for article 7b compliance,

which is costing me
an arm and a leg.

This is it.

Bring a police dog
in here it'd fry his [...].

They're kids.
They're rock and rollers.

What were you smoking
in your 20s?

Bananas.

Mellow yellow takes me back.

I used to play
in a band myself.

Now I help some of the kids,
manage them.

This is where Teeter lived.

Hank, these are detectives.

He's moving in here,
but I figured, you know,

you'd like to look at it first.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Is this a bedbug?

Fumigation certificate
is in my office.

This just really sucks, man.

We were all with Teeter
right before it happened.

With him doing what?

[Scoffs] At a spelling bee.

Spelling bee?

Yeah, a bar on Bedford
has 'em on Friday nights.

Kids today, huh?

Who else was with you?

Uh, it was me, Rafe, Teeter,
uh, sue Smith, Helen.

Oh, there's Rafe.

Hey, how was the, uh...
Spelling bee?

It was nostalgia and beer.

Who can resist?

Yeah.

Uh, and Teeter competed?

- And lost.
- Really?

Any hard feelings about that?

Well, it wasn't the super bowl.

Nobody bet big on Teeter.

Uh, we came outside.

He made a call.

He said he'd meet us back here.

Yeah, his atm card was used

right after he left
you guys by him.

Any idea why he'd need $400
at 2:00 A.M.?

No, not really.

Really?

'Cause I'm getting stoned
just breathing in here.

We could get a warrant.
Look everywhere.

Is this your stuff here?

Teeter was into pot, all right?

I figured he went to go talk

to the guy
that he bought it from.

Name?

[Chuckles]

Um... Dix.

I knew Teeter.

He was good people.

Used to let me goof
on his synthesizer.

And you're kinda like
the bridge between nations,

the street, the law?

I ain't narrow, man.

I take people as I find 'em.

How'd you take
Teeter last night?

He called you
when he left the bar.

We got his phone record.

Had $400 in his pocket.

He was my friend.

He was your customer.

So I mirked my customer?

That make any sense?

Depends how badly
you needed $400.

This a new jacket?
Nice leather.

Hey, man.

Hi, we're police.

We're talking
to your friend dix here.

How are you?

You gonna do that all day?

Up to you.

He never showed up.

He called, wanted to buy a lid,

said he'd meet me here.
[Sniffs]

Never showed.

So what did you do?
You go look for him?

I figured I'd see him tomorrow.

[Acoustic guitar music]

♪ ♪

It's okay, babe. It's okay.

Sometimes I just think
I should go back to Wisconsin.

No, you're an artist, baby.

This is where you belong.

Hey, courage, bro.

Rafe, why don't you come back

when you have a damn clue?

Exactly.

Dude, you are definitely
not sucking.

Yeah.

Still not getting anywhere
with it though.

Hey, it's tough out there, man.

[Scoffs]

- I just got a break.
- Yeah?

Our band, we just got a gig.

No, I mean a real... a real one.

We, um...

I mean, it could be really big.

Record deals, tours.

Yeah, no, I heard.
Philip mentioned it.

Oh, yeah?

Uh, you got the goods, man.

I should keep you away
from my people, you know?

Are you... you after
my spot in the band?

No, no, man.

No, I'm just... I...

[mumbling]

Look...

Just hang in there, all right?

You're gonna make it.
I know it.

[Mumbles]

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, so do I.

What took you so long?

I just can't
do this tonight, Philip.

Susie, stuff happens.

You can't roll yourself up
into a ball and hide.

Yeah, just not tonight.

[Screaming]

Rafe was drunk...

Celebrating because our band

just got this really great gig.

And that elevator
is always broken.

That damn elevator.

You were saying
about being up to code?

Look, I feel terrible about it.

But someone didn't
shut the door.

It's a manual elevator and,
well, the kid was drunk.

He used to give me pointers.

He was a really good guitarist.

Did he seem drunk to you?

He must have been.

Said some nice things
about my playing.

You don't play well?

I'm okay.

Did you see him fall?

No.
No.

Suddenly I just
heard people screaming.

So when he was telling you
how well you played,

that was earlier?

Yeah, that's right.

Okay, we're taking statements
one by one.

Everybody stick around, please.

27 witness statements
and no one saw it happen.

Aren't we talking
about a loft here?

Wide, open spaces?

Well, it's divided
like a rabbit Warren.

There's curtains and partitions
and it's smokey.

No one was looking
the right way.

No one was in the right spot.

What are the odds?
Well, you just said...

yeah, but 27 people?

And we're not talking
about a space

the size of Wyoming
unless somebody waited

until everybody
was in the wrong spot,

or looking the wrong way.

Somebody? Somebody who?

Somebody who m*rder*d this kid

to cover up the m*rder
of the other kid.

No.

Then what?

I... Don't know.

Fascinating.

I suggest that while you're
trying to figure out

what's on your own mind,
you resume investigation

of the actual m*rder
on your plate.

The kid who got stabbed.

The M.E. has given me
her report.

The Kn*fe was serrated
with a chip in the blade.

One dull edge.

You are the boss.

[Door slams]

When does
the brilliant part start?

Not big on trust
at the moment, are we?

I'm not talking about me.

One partner quits on you...

quits on me?

I'm just saying your
ex-fiance's

about to go on trial.

Someone else you trusted.

Okay.

Thank you, captain Freud.

Well, it's hip,
it's happening...

What are we doing here?

This is Rafe's band's gig.

The one he was celebrating

when he fell down the elevator.

Rafe's band?

What does that have to do
with the m*rder of Teeter?

This is what
the kids are dreaming about.

Coming to New York.
Being stars.

Yeah, but this band
was Rafe's dream.

Hey, look, look. Here we go.

Before we start,
I wanna say we're dedicating

this performance
to our late, great guitarist,

Rafe shaver,
who d*ed way too soon

in an excess of partying.

We know he's watching us tonight
with Kurt and sid

and a bag of brews, so...

No one can ever really
fill this space,

but we got
a pretty cool replacement.

So, Rafe, this one's for you.

[Rock music]

♪ ♪

[cheers and applause]

Nice set.

[Scoffs] Yeah.

Wow, thanks.

Yeah, they really liked you.

Yeah.

Hope it doesn't
break your heart.

You know,
to get a taste and then...

I mean,
you wanna make it, right?

Really, really make it.

[Scoffs]
Well, doesn't everyone?

No, exactly.

How many people come
to New York every week

trying to be rock stars?

- I don't know.
- Well, 100 easy.

They're pouring off the buses
at the port authority.

You probably
get nearly that many

at that rat's nest
where you live.

[Scoffs] Okay.

So 100 a week,
that's 5,000 a year.

Another 5,000 go out to L.A.

Another 5,000 stick around,
you know,

Cleveland, Detroit, Chicago.

Working it there.

That's 15,000 a year.

That's conservative.
It's probably more like 50,000.

What's your point?

My point is how many
are gonna make it?

45,000 never get anywhere.

They don't get a break.

They knock up some girl.

Take a job driving
a bakery truck.

Maybe 4,000 become
professional musicians

playing the hotel lounge
near the airport.

The cream at the top,
the top 1,000,

get to be in a zeppelin
tribute band

or 18th runner-up
on American idol.

But really make it, make a name,
be a star, maybe ten.

Ten people yearly worldwide.

Ten out of 50,000.

So there's ten.

And you're gonna be one of 'em?

Why not?

I can play.
I'm willing to work.

You still gotta
get those breaks.

Hmm, some people
make their own breaks.

People like you?

[Scoffs]

People willing
to do whatever it takes.

Let me show you something.

[Piano music]

♪ ♪

and I'm a cop.

[Scoffs]

Were you, uh...

you one of the losers
in the 50,000?

Why are you a cop?

Because I like it
and I'm good at it...

And that kid is a k*ller.

Thank you.

That was Utica P.D.

It seems our boy Hank
had a stepfather

that he didn't get along with.

There were allegations
of abuse.

Social services couldn't
make the case.

When Hank was 16,
his stepfather

had a fatal accident
fixing his roof.

Hank's problem solved.

Okay, so you're saying
that he pushed Rafe shaver

down an elevator shaft
to get his spot in a band?

He's competing
for limited resources.

There's a million musicians.

Handful of working bands.

Makes perfect sense.

If you're a homicidal maniac.

If you wanna put a label on it.

He told me that he was willing
to do whatever it takes.

His ego is massive.

People say they'd k*ll
to succeed.

This kid is the one
in a million who means it.

Wheeler?

Maybe, but why k*ll Teeter?

That didn't help his career.

Didn't help him achieve
his dream.

Got him a better apartment.

You don't see much white leather
around nowadays.

Yeah, ditto the zebra stripes.

Speckled stallion?

You were in speckled stallion?

Right, you said you were
in a band.

Long time ago.

Hey, you played Woodstock.

Third-longest set
right after the who.

No, you guys were...
oh, you were something.

Rock and roll king.

[Hums melody]

[Chuckles]

Yeah, unfortunately...

It's not always
about talent, is it?

No. What, just connections?

Those days,
if you didn't suck up

to the right record executive...
[Mumbles]

I heard you playing
the other night.

It's just... that's a hobby.

Um, listen, you manage the band
that Rafe was in, yeah?

Yes. Got potential.

And are you the one
that put Hank in the band

after Rafe d*ed?

Yeah, he's good. He's good.

Raw, but I'm working on him.

He's still moping about some
making the band reality show

in L.A. that didn't pan out.

I told him not to go.
He wasn't ready.

I mean, can't tell
these kids anything.

No, unlike us, right?

We did everything
our elders told us.

[Chuckles] About Hank...

Did he know he was
in line to replace Rafe

if Rafe left the band?

Yeah, yeah, I guess.

He knows I liked him.
He's...

well, you don't think Hank
pushed Rafe?

You just said he had a motive.

Rafe alive,
Hank's not in the band.

Rafe dead, he is in the band.

Well.

How's the science project
going?

You need any
construction paper?

Hello?

Sorry.

I was listening
to speckled stallion.

Boy, did those guys suck.

You just told Philip
they were great.

Uh, no.

I think I said,
"you guys are something."

It's the little things,
isn't it?

Always.

Shall we?

Hey.

You here to audition
for my band?

You were sounding pretty hot
the other night.

No, I think I'll be staying
with the police work, thanks.

No, we're just here
to clear up something

about Rafe's accident.

- Couple of loose ends.
- Sure.

We got statements
from everybody

who was here that night,
and I think we figured out

exactly where everybody
was when Rafe fell.

Here.

Did you make that yourself?

Yeah.

Mmm, thanks.

Uh, okay, Rafe was there.

Everybody else...

Was, um, central...

uh-oh.

Ah, I got it. I got it.

[Muttering]

Okay.

As I was saying, uh,

people were scattered
kinda centrally

but nobody unfortunately
near the elevator,

so nobody saw Rafe fall.

But what's wrong
with this picture?

Uh, I don't know.

You're not in it.

None of these people saw
when Rafe fell,

but none of them saw you
when Rafe fell,

so we were hoping you might have
been near the elevator,

and were aware
of the accident somehow,

and can help us tie up some
of those loose ends.

You have any recollection?

Sorry, I was, uh...

I was right there just
taking a break, you know?

There exactly where
you pointed your finger?

Yeah. Yeah, right there.

Okay.

Would you mind signing that
for our files, please?

Okie-dokie, thanks a lot.

Is that...

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Let me just check something.
One second.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Oh, I forgot.
No, there were people there.

I just forgot
to put on these tags.

I'm sorry.

No, Larry the actor
from the second floor,

he was there and Maxine who
paints canvases

with her own body fluids...

I wouldn't shake hands
with her if I were you...

um, they were right there,
in fact.

Wait a minute.

Yeah, none of them...

neither of them saw you.

[Clears throat and sighs]

I'm late for rehearsal.

Yeah, I must have had
too much to drink that night.

I have no idea where I was.

Coulda been Mars
for all I know.

Guess I can't help you guys.

Sorry.

That chart of yours,
you know who else

is unaccounted for
is that girl sue Smith.

You think sue Smith
k*lled Rafe?

Why? Why would she do that?

Well, I don't know, but she
seems to keep popping up.

And what you just told Hank
about that artist

and actor being
in that part of the loft,

they didn't say that.

I know.
Don't tell Hank that.

He thinks we caught him
in a lie.

Well, we didn't.

It's a stressor.

Shake him up.

Kid's been thinking
he's too, uh, invulnerable.

A stressor.

So...

Now he's gonna make
another mistake?

Do something rash.

Like k*ll someone else?

Not my first choice.

Well, you wanna show me
what else you picked up

when you dropped your chart
on the floor?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
The, uh...

I thought I might
get some actual evidence,

since everybody around here
seems to like that kinda thing.

And, uh, you know,
we saw sue Smith

coming out of Hank's new room.

See what I mean?

Then I remembered
that you had seen

that bedbug in there.

Very observant.

And, uh, ugh.

Here, you don't seem to mind.

They suck human blood.

The DNA.

That loft used to be Teeter's.
Now it's Hank's.

Mm-hmm.

Let's find out who's been
sleeping there.

We're in the middle
of a bedbug epidemic.

We are?

Are there any precautions
you can take?

Don't sleep.

These guys have a very slow
digestive system.

They can go
for a year between meals.

We can extract
the blood they ate

for up to two months
after they chow down.

I see.

What's in the ones we sent you?

Some were fat and happy.
They just ate.

Others hadn't eaten
for at least a month.

In a couple of the old ones we
found Theodore Kenright's blood.

Teeter.

And from that same period,
a woman's blood.

You have anything for us
to match it against?

Not yet.

How about the bugs
that just ate?

Blood from a different man.

But this is interesting...

The same woman.

Sue Smith.

Sleeping with Hank now.

Slept with Teeter then.

So he had more motive to k*ll
than just a room with a view.

He got a pretty girl
to go with it.

What, are you
coming around now?

I can almost buy
Hank k*lling Rafe.

But k*lling Teeter?

Well, Hank wanted
to be in the band.

Rafe was in the way.

Hank wanted the girl.
Teeter was in the way.

So I wonder if anyone's
in Hank's way now.

My father went to art school
in New York, like me.

He was good.

I saw some of his stuff.

But he went home
to save some money.

"Just a few months."
That's what he said.

[Scoffs] That was 30 years ago.

You know what he does now?

He designs a catalogue
of kitchen fixtures.

Faucets. Lots of faucets.

All laid out very artfully.

Hmm.

I'd k*ll myself before
I went home.

Me too.

So am I not gonna
see you tonight?

He's just so controlling.

He acts like
I'm his girlfriend.

I am not his girlfriend.

He just pays my rent.

I guess that makes me
a prost*tute.

For a reason.

For your art.

Did I tell you how great
you were the other night?

I really think this
could be something good...

Except for Philip.

I'm, um, working on a new gig.

I think you guys are ready
to step up a notch.

No, more than a notch, Philip.

Come on, man.

Look, there's those clubs
in the east village...

I'll tell you
when you're ready, okay?

You're not ready.

I'll let you know
when the gig firms up.

Oh, you seen sue?

You know, I'm trying to find...

no.

No, I, uh...
I haven't seen her.

Oh.

Okay.

Bye.

[Sighs]

Sue Smith and Teeter,
then sue Smith and Hank.

So the girl sleeps around.
Don't they all?

All girls sleep around?

No, all 20-year-olds in
an artist commune sleep around.

Is there a motive
for m*rder there?

Don't these kids just hook up?

"Friends with benefits."
Whatever it's called.

[Chuckles]

I see somebody's been reading
the lifestyle section again.

But, uh...

I do wonder.

You wonder what?

You tell us
that Hank's a k*ller,

we finally have some evidence
that supports your theory,

and you're backing away
from it?

No, it's just that, you know,

uh, we're looking
at two murders.

One a m*rder.
One maybe not a m*rder.

And the one that's a m*rder
was either a mugging

or carefully planned
to look like a mugging.

And the one that's maybe
a m*rder was spontaneous,

'cause I don't think
anybody could have foreseen

rafe wandering near
the open elevator shaft

at exactly that moment.

So you're saying
they don't fit?

They do and they don't.

You see what I mean?

Do you see what he means?

Not a clue.

Now at least in theory,

Hank had motive and opportunity
to k*ll rafe.

And now thanks to you,
there's a possible motive

to k*ll Teeter.

But did he have opportunity?

He was with a group of people

right before Teeter was k*lled.

Did he stick with them
or did he slip away?

We left the bar,
got back to the building,

and people split up.

I went up to this poet's loft
on the top floor

and we did some poetry.

Oh, I like poetry.

And the others...
Hank, sue, rafe...

coulda been anywhere?

I guess.

Sue said she had
to get back to Philip.

Sue... And Philip?

That's how she pays her rent.

Rafe used to kid her about it,

but she didn't think
it was funny.

Where the others went,
I don't know,

but I have a theory
about who k*lled Teeter.

Real estate developers.

Real estate developers?

Scare us outta here
and make us think

it's a dangerous neighborhood
so we'll move out.

Philip has
to sell the building.

They swoop in, buy it cheap,

put up hideous condos.

Philip probably
wouldn't care anyway.

He's more into managing our band
than being a landlord.

Mm-hmm.

You have a theory about
what happened to rafe?

He got drunk
and fell down the elevator.

But he was great, man.

Our driving force.

He had big plans for the band.

Always talking
to record companies,

YouTube, big-time managers.

Interesting girl.

She's no alibi for Hank.

He could have left
the building,

gone out, and k*lled Teeter.

What about real estate
developers?

Did we canvas the scene
for Donald Tr*mp's hair?

[Chuckles]

She also just
gave sue a motive.

Rafe was giving her a hard time

about her pay-for-play
boyfriend.

She got mad.

Yeah, maybe.

There's somebody
I need to call.

[Band playing]

♪ ♪

[cheers and applause]

Hey, that was fantastic, man.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I been following this band
for a long time.

When rafe was fronting,
you're just as good.

You think?

What I think
is you could be playing

better venues than this.

Much better.

You're Joe Lazar.

- Guilty.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You manage the chaos jackets.

Look, you know who I am.
You know what I can do.

I was all set
to sign the group with rafe,

but your current manager
wouldn't let you go.

See if you can talk
some sense into him.

I can make you big.

How'd it go?

Hook, line, and sinker.

Hank?

He's barely capable of making
a major to minor chord change.

I don't know.

He's got a hell of an attitude

about this place...

About you.

Oh, look at this vinyl.

Ohh.

Yeah, I know.

Nothing matches
the sound of it.

No, it's real. It's physical.

Digital music is where?
Nowhere, nowhere.

Absolutely.

Attitude?

What?

Hank. His attitude?

Oh, no. I don't know.

I'm interviewing him
about a m*rder

and this kid keeps bringing
the conversation back around

to there's some hot sh*t manager
that's after him.

He's really going someplace.

He's gonna be bigger
than Brooklyn.

Bigger than this place here.

Nothing wrong with this.

No, this is great.

It's great.

Of course,
it must be tough on you.

You know, going
from rock star to landlord.

This isn't Philip's
boarding house.

I mean, I happen to live here

and I take in some talented
musicians whom I help

as a musician and as a manager.

Yeah, yeah.

That's not the way
Hank sees it though.

Oh, his attitude.
What does he say?

"I need a manager
that's not a fossil.

Somebody from
the actual current century."

Look, Philip, this is
the break I've been looking for.

I've told you a hundred times
before you went

on that stupid trip
to California.

For one,
I'll know when you're ready

and you're not ready.

Yeah, well,
Joe Lazar thinks I am.

Yeah, well, he doesn't know
what he's talking about.

We can break
our contract with you.

Actually, you can't.

Yeah, well,
we can damn well try.

Lazar said he'd pay
for a lawyer.

Lucky him.

Look, maybe we should just
talk about this, man.

Where are you, upstairs?

No, I'm about to go for my run.

McCarren Park.

Philip's definitely taking
a hard line.

Hmm, yeah.

Somebody must have gotten
under his skin somehow.

McCarren Park's right near
where Teeter was stabbed.

[Sighs]

Dangerous neighborhood.

Hello?

Hank?

Oh, hello, Hank.

I didn't see you.

This just isn't working out,
is it, Philip?

Hi.

Everybody, hold it.

What's going on?

A m*rder.

Well, not anymore,
now that we're here.

What are you talking about?

Oh, life, death,

unqualified success,
abject failure,

naked ambition.

Uh, what?

Philip,
pathetic has-been, right?

You want a real manager.

This no-talent piece of crap.

I played with all the very...

Who? With who?

Bo Diddley, 40 years ago?

You're pathetic, man.

And you're sleeping
with the same woman

that he's sleeping with,

which is about
one fellow too many.

He's sleeping with sue?

Who isn't?

Powerful motive.

For what? For m*rder?

Over some piece of ass?

You want her back, old man?
She's all yours.

I don't care.

Wow.
You don't, do you?

No.

No, I don't.

Okay.

Uh, you wouldn't k*ll for love.

Forget that motive.

You wouldn't
cross the street for it.

But you would, Philip.

And you actually think
that sue is your girlfriend.

She is my girlfriend.

No.

She isn't.

You're, uh, the rent.

Uh, little reality check:

Women actually like sleeping

with guys about, oh,

30 years younger.

But deep down, way inside,

you know that.

Look, that rule doesn't apply

when you're famous.

Famous?

Oh, right.

You played
the third-longest set

at Woodstock.

Because you wouldn't
get off the damn stage.

Speckled stallion always left
its audience wanting less!

I have a Grammy.

Milli Vanilli has a Grammy.

You're a has-been.

Nobody remembers.

Nobody cares.
Viva Viagra.

So when Teeter
started fooling around

with your imaginary girlfriend,
you went nuts.

You k*lled Teeter.

Yeah, he did.

Then, rafe came along,
with real musical talent.

Oh, yeah? What talent?

I can't believe this.
Listen and learn.

So when rafe,
the ungrateful egomaniac,

told you that he was going
to dump you, you...

no.

I was in full view
of a dozen people

when rafe fell down
that elevator shaft.

No, I'm not saying
that you pushed rafe.

You did that.

Because Philip, the rock God,

told you that rafe
was standing in your way,

didn't he?

Because he wanted
to get rid of rafe.

And he knew that you'd do it,

'cause he saw in you
the same thing

that you told me.

That you would do
whatever it takes

to get ahead.

Philip suckered you, Hank.

Rafe wanted to escape,
so that he could succeed.

But Philip's ego
couldn't stand that.

Hang on.

Don't move.

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

Serrated.

And a chip in the blade.

One dull edge.

Just like the Kn*fe
that k*lled Teeter.

Looks like that unknown mugger

was about to strike again.

You were gonna k*ll me.

You son of a bitch!

You worthless,
washed-up, used-up...

I had groupies who could play
better than you, Hank.

You told me
that if rafe was gone,

you'd get me to the top.

You showed me your gold record.

That stupid gold record.

I did it for nothing.
For nothing.

So the next time
we go on a bust,

you maybe want
to tell your partner

who we're busting?

I was exploring options.
God almighty.

Oh, come on, it was great.

It was a two-fer!

I would have been happy taking

one scumbag suspect
off the streets,

but two for the price of one...

Ooh, you know,
I shoulda come back sooner.

This is, uh...

Sweet.

[Laughs]