Back to Basics…
And the first thing we heard was…
Detective Flack...
Called you the second I got word. Caucasian female, late 20s, no I.D. Some guy jogging his dog found her and called 911.Ran his name...He's harmless. I think he's all about the dog, you know..
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Hey!You got a peddler's license?
(Yeah.)
Yeah? What's your name?
(Jason Parnell. Why?)
You want glasses and whatnot? There's one on every corner. Cart's closed.
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(I never saw that house in my life.I swear on my grandmother.)
Let me arrest him for swearing on his grandmother.
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A half-dead woman was found in your rental home. How is it you can't tell me who you rented it to?
(I told you, the management company handles all that.)
I heard that part already... too much in one interrogation, as it turns out.What this mother's face isn't buying is...how HIDTA, the entire NYPD... me... can't seem to find a single transaction that you rented the house to a real person.
(Hey, mind if I swab him, Flack?)
Be my guest. You won't have any problem getting his mouth open. He don't shut up.
(I'd like to take a buccal swab for a DNA sample. It'll only take a second. Open up... Sir, open up your mouth, please. Sir!)
Open up, Mr. Silo! You like things with soft tips in your mouth am I right?
(Hey, that's harassment.)
(Hoops on Saturday, Flack. Don't forget.)
Where were we?
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And it was love at first sight!
