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Why don't you sit down with me?

Let's talk a bit.

You're not in a hurry?

No, no....

I can relax today.

Besides, what are they going to do?

Fire me?

-How're you doing?

-Okay.

-You're all right?

-Yeah.

I love you, Johnny.

You ever think it would be easier,

your life would be easier...

...if maybe me and Sam

were not living with--

No, no.

-Maybe Marcy wouldn't have left.

-Later for Marcy.

If she loved me, she would've never left.

Besides, family's always first.

You're my brother.

I love you, too.

But don't make the boy any more

peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

-No more peanut butter and jelly.

-Okay.

A cop knows.

A cop sees.

Even the most casual thing, it registers.

Often you don't remember till later on.

But then...

...you look back and you realize...

...you knew.

Good morning, Detective.

How're you doing, Lieutenant?

Look who's feeling good today.

Hey, what can I say?

You're looking better than me.

Got a call on four, Hobbes.

Thank you, Denise. Jonesy?

How's everything today? Good?

Detective Hobbes.

Pal, you got a pen?

4541...

...South Stender, Apartment 2.

Who's there?

A clue, Magoo.

Couldn't sleep last night.

Who can?

Remember I used to get calls at two or

three o'clock in the morning from Reese?

He loved you. He truly did.

Somebody called me last night.

Imagine that.

-Denise?

-Yeah?

Send a car to 4541 South Stender,

Apartment 2.

Make sure we gain entry.

Got a body?

No, it's probably just some knucklehead,

saw me on TV, trying to impress his girl.

-How'd I look last night?

-Fabulous.

You saw that? Four different channels.

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

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