1:01:09
Hello, Captain. Hello, sir.
1:01:13
The woman's upstairs. Named Lana
Apico. Strangled in her own apartment.
1:01:17
He strangled her,
walked to the dining room,
1:01:20
jumped right through
the fuckin' window.
1:01:30
The son of the bitch
has the ribbon right in his hand.
1:01:33
It's gonna make
a great picture for The Post.
1:01:37
- How'd he get in?
- He broke in through a window.
1:01:41
- Broke in?
- Yeah.
1:01:43
The window was gated. He kicked it in
and waited for her in the bedroom.
1:01:51
Wait. Nobody gets through. I'm sorry.
1:02:14
- Hello, Alcoa.
- Hello, sir.
1:02:19
- And you are?
- Detective Reilly, sir.
1:02:21
Good to meet you, Reilly.
1:02:24
- He killed himself, huh?
- Yes, sir.
1:02:27
- (Frank) Hi, Nick.
- Not him.
1:02:30
Pretty ironic, huh?
1:02:34
- What?
- Well, he killed himself.
1:02:36
We didn't need Sherlock Holmes after all.