Unforgettable

I told you already, I took the Hyzaar.

I take it again, I'm gonna have to go.

I'm always going.

Okay, Mr. Wanamaker says he already

took his meds for the day.

What do you think, Carrie?

Well, Mr. Wanamaker, you took your Ependramine...

two pills, ten milligrams... at 8:48

and three Prevacid 20's at 1:17,

which would make you due for your Hyzaar right about now.

March 27, 1998.

Oh... Come on, Carrie.

Do your thing.

I swear, I'll take all my pills.

All right.

All right, all right, all right.

March 27, 1998 was

a Friday.

Sunrise was at 5:45...

5:46 a.m.

The Knicks beat the Grizzlies

97-89 for their 40th win,

and most important of all around here,

the FDA approved... Viagra.

Fantastic.

I'll take my pills.

All right.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, I got it. Here.

Thank you, Miss.

Are you new here?

No, you and me go way back.

Oh, this is a good one.

This is where Ray has to go on a cruise with Marie.

You know, you're good at this.

If you ever want an actual job.

I have a job.

In fact, tonight I think I'm gonna ask for a little raise.

: Okay, good luck.

Luck?

Who said anything about luck?

21. Winner.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Whew.

Norman would like to talk to you.

Could Norman wait for a minute?

'Cause I'm doing really great here.

Sit down.

There's lowlifes and lower lifes,

then there's card counters.

You're famous, lady.

Last month, you were thrown out of the Bel Air,

the Mexicana and the Atlantic Aladdin.

I don't really recall.

Give me my money back.

Give it back now, and we're done.

Or better, we should add some interest.

I know what interests me.

Okay, all right, I was at the Aladdin a couple weeks ago.

You should know, you were there.

Yeah, you were palling around with that big bald guy,

scar on his left cheek, no pinky?

Milosz? What the hell you doing with Milosz, Isaac?

She's lying. It wasn't me.

Sure it was.

You were wearing a leather jacket... epaulets, brown,

- three buttons. - The Varvatos?

I gave you that jacket.

Norm, think about it... why would I be with Milosz?

Maybe I can help you out with that.

You were talking about Bayonne.

Something to do with container tracks.

Trucks. Container trucks.

You told that schmuck about Bayonne?

Yeah, he did.

You shut up!

I never talked to the guy, I swear!

Yeah, well, we'll see.

Go!

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

Put the big gun down.

You don't know how to use it.

Sit down.

Taxi!

(man and woman shouting in distance)

(footsteps running downstairs)

Carrie?

Call 911.

Okay.

What do we got?

Name is Catherine Grant,

early 30's, looks to be a stabbing.

According to the building manager,

she's been a tenant three months,

paid her rent pretty regular.

Just a "nice, quiet girl." His words.

Mr. Lin on the third floor... he's the one

who called you guys.

And this was at what time?

Uh, 3:15, I think...

Any witnesses?

- Nada. - Uh...

Didn't really look at

the clock until, uh, sometime after 3:30.

Roe is finishing up with her now.

- A lot of help. - Great.

Okay, thanks.

Okay, uh, front doors at each entryway are locked,

but someone could've buzzed in a stranger.

Might not be a stranger.

Let's run all the tenants.

Is that yesterday's suit?

So, I had a date.

It was going well.

Body's out back.

(camera clicks in distance)

Weapon?

Uniforms doing an area.

Nothing so far.

No forced entry.

Handbag and wallet were still up on the shelf.

About 80 bucks.

If he was after something,

wasn't money.

Here, show you something.

Catherine Grant on the lease, right?

And the supermarket card says Catherine Isaacs.

Married name.

Yeah, what I thought, except

expired driver's license: Gail Isaacs.

They lifted a few prints,

mostly partials.

But better still, got a cell phone.

Maybe find some friends or family.

Friends and family usually

end up on the fridge... nothing there.

No knickknacks,

snapshots from the past, phone numbers.

And her books are all romance novels.

This was a lonely woman.

I got nothing on my fridge.

My point. You should get out more.

Oh, come on.

He's gonna put his weapon back?

It's what's not here.

Most popular knife there is,

chef's knife.

A weapon of convenience.

Could mean he didn't

come to kill her.

Consistent with what I got.

Lady found the body says it started as a fight,

he got her once upstairs, she takes off,

he follows, finishes her outside.

Gotta love CSI.

Everybody's an expert now.

She say how she came up

with this scenario?

You can ask her yourself.

C. Wells, 216.

What's her name?

Carrie Wells.

What'd she look like?

Mid-30's, red hair, pretty.

That's all?

She looked like a witness, Al.

I think I'll go talk to her.

All right.

I'm with you, boss. I'm okay.

Oh, I, uh, thought

'cause I did the initial...

I'm okay.

You don't have to break it down.

I heard you.

Nice to see you, too.

May I enter?

Well, that depends.

You have probable cause?

What the hell are you doing here?

Uh, I live here.

What are you doing here?

Investigating a murder.

We look around, ask questions, you remember how that works.

I mean, what are you doing in New York?

Trying to move up in the world.

You always were driven, Al.

Look who's talking.

Oh, no, I gave all that up.

Yeah, I can tell.

So, married?

Children?

- Girlfriend. - Oh.

Not Linda Perini.

Who's Linda Perini?