The Night Of

Do you have a girlfriend?

No. Do you?

Would that turn you on?

Now watch this.

Whoa.

What is that?

This is the party you missed.

We pulled him over on 65th Street driving a cab.

He was stone intox, like, crash-landed.

- You didn't administer? - Didn't get the chance.

Call came in. We had to take him with us.

Couldn't have him driving off in that condition.

I was running a check on him when a call came in,

so we put him in the car and responded.

And then we found the girl.

Apparently, you vomited, up there in the crime scene.

I was gagging, not puking.

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

No, no. I'm just saying, you know?

I just wanna be really clear about that,

'cause Bell's been going around telling everybody I was puking.

At any point when you had him in your custody,

did he say or do anything unusual?

No. He was as quiet as a mouse.

Let's go.

All right. Let's go.

Don't worry, Pauline. I'll be there.

We'll settle up with the money after.

You're asthmatic, huh?

I used to have it when I was a kid.

I know it when I hear it. You might grow out of it.

It's the same family as eczema,

only that just keeps getting worse.

But I'm not sure how it's gonna play.

- What? - The asthma.

It might not be a bad thing.

Well, then again, a knife-wielding, heavy-breathing sex brute

is not a pretty picture.

- Sex brute? - Mm.

Okay. You need to understand what happened here, all right?

We were at her place, we were drinking. I don't drink.

And she started giving me all kinds...

I wanna tell you something,

and it's the most important thing

you'll ever hear in your entire life,

so don't not hear it.

Shut it!

They come up with their story,

we come up with ours.

The jury gets to decide which they like best.

Now, the good news is

we get to hear what their story is first

before we have to tell them ours.

So we keep our mouths shut

until we know what they're doing.

You keep saying "story," like I'm making it up.

I want to tell you the truth.

You really, really don't. I don't wanna be stuck with the truth.

Not until I have to be.

But you need to know what happened.

I need...

to be flexible.

I don't believe you're doing this now.

I'm not slowing anything down.

Now you are.

I'm ready.

Oh, my purse.

Let's go.

- Hello. - Mr. Taylor?

Who the fuck is this?

Detective Sergeant Dennis Box.

What'd she do now?

Excuse me?

Whatever it is, you can keep her there. I'm not coming down.

Actually, that's exactly what I need you to do.

I said no. I'm tired of it.

Mr. Taylor, I need to see you.

I'm gonna give you an address.

It's important.

You got a pen?

Thanks.

There's a cat around here somewhere.

If you're wondering why you're itching.

You reach next to kin?

Mm-hmm.

Box is the senior man here.

He got that way by doing what he does well.

He rolls up his sleeves, delegates nothing,

takes all things personally.

He seemed okay to me.

You're a kid who's never set foot in a police station, Naz.

How would you know that or anything?

I'm not saying he's a... he's a bad cop.

On the contrary. He's very good.

And like all good cops,

he does you over just inside the rules.

He's a talented oppressor...

a subtle beast.

- What do you got, Dennis? - Not yet.

- Off the record. - Not yet.

Word is, some Arab cabby is in custody.

What's his name?

Victim's name at least.

Okeydokey.

Eddie.

I don't wanna read anything in the paper that's news to me.

And the dude that I called...

Oh, shit. I gotta go.

Where?

I have to be in court in half an hour,

or the judge will have my head.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Meanwhile, you just hang tight,

and... and what?

Don't talk to anybody.

Very good.

Wayne! Klein! Somebody let me out of here!

Hello?

No.

Hello?

Cornish.

Come.

Have a seat.

She's out there?

No.

Okay, I have two photos here that might or might not be of your daughter.

Stepdaughter.

Stepdaughter. Fine.

I'd like you take a look at these photos, and if they...

If it's her,

all you have to do is initial the back, and we're done.

I don't have to look at the body?

No.

Okay.

I have to warn you,

pictures like this can be kind of... gritty.

Gritty?

The subjects aren't featured in their best light.

Would you like a glass of water?

Okay.

It's not her.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure. It's not her.

All right, Mr. Taylor. I understand.

Let's go take a look at the body itself.

Why?

Just to be sure. This way.

It's her.

Hey, Joey. How you doing?

Excuse me, sir. I'm an attorney and I'm late for my trial.

Excuse me. I'm an attorney and I'm late for my trial.

Yeah? Who is it? Get in line.

- Can I... - No. Mm-mm.

Hi. We're here to see our son.

Is he a collar?

What? Yes. He called us.

Is he arrested, I'm asking.

Sorry, no... Yes, but it was a mistake.

Always is. Name?

Salim Khan.

No Salim Khan here.

No. My name is Salim, I'm sorry.

His is Nasir. He's our son.

Nasir. Nasir Khan.

Nope.

I don't understand. He called us.

He told us that he'd been arrested.

- Where? - Here, in Manhattan.

Where in Manhattan?

Did he say?

No.

I don't know.

What did he do?

Someone was killed, and they think that...

It's crazy, but they think he did it.

Any homicides last night?

Some Muslim freak carved up a girl in the 2-1.

You're in the wrong precinct.

This is the 1-2. You gotta go to the 2-1.

Thank you.

All right. Good luck.

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You gotta be kidding me.

Arms out.

Shoes off.

I don't think you want me to do that.

- Is it contagious? - No.

But still.

All right. Go on.

Next.

We'll notify you when we're done with the decedent.

In the meantime, you need to choose a state-licensed funeral home...

we are prohibited from recommending one...

and give us their contact information.

Since this is a criminal case,

the personal property of the decedent will be held

until after trial and appeals, if any.

Sign here I've told you this information and you understand it.

Mr. Taylor?

I want to say I'm sorry.