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Munch and Tutuola practically ran to the car. They both stepped in at the same time and buckled their seatbelts.
"Where's this jerk at?" Tutuola demanded.
Munch unfolded the paper Cragen gave to him. He looked at it for a second. "Ah, jeez!" He tossed it to Tutuola. "Sound familiar?"
Tutuola scrunched up the paper and tossed it aside. "It certainly does. I actually felt bad about that visit."
Munch put the car into drive. "If she thought our first visit was bad, wait till she sees us this time."
Tutuola shook his head as he peeled out the parking lot into the road.
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They pulled up to the house and surveyed it for a few seconds. They got out of the car and snuck up to the house. They heard the TV so they knew someone was home. Munch and Tutuola pulled their guns and aimed at the door.
On the count of three, Tutuola yelled, "Police! Open up!"
They heard movement and they kicked in the door and ran inside. A woman ran towards them. "What are you doing? This is my home. I'm calling..."
Tutuola slammed his hand on the phone before she could get to it. "You're not calling anyone lady, unless it's your old man."
Munch stepped up beside him. "Where's Jacob Taylor?"
The woman looked like she didn't know who he was. "Who? I don't know a Jacob Taylor."
Munch pushed her aside and began to look through the house searching every room and closet.
Tutuola smirked, "Don't give me that crap, Lily. We fell for it once—the wounded sister routine. Looks like your sister wasn't the only one running with a bad crowd. Your sister's bad crowd was you."
She gasped, "How dare you say that to me!" She stifled a sob. "I loved her and I was worried!"
Munch's voice was heard two doors down. "Tutuola, in here!"
Tutuola ran past her and she followed behind him with a scared look on her face. Munch had a guy on the floor with his hands behind his back. "He was trying to escape out the window."
The man squirmed around on the floor. "I had a meeting to go to."
Munch laughed, "Where? On the roof? Shut-up."
Lily ran to him. "Are they hurting you?"
He looked at her sideways. "Yes, you idiot. How do you think it feels?"
Munch lifted him up off of the floor. "Enough with the words of love. Let's get you to the station. Just recite along with me. I'm sure you know the words. You have the right to remain silent..."
He took him to the car and bent his head down so he could fit in the back seat. He closed the door and motioned for the cop who arrived shortly after they did to go. Lily called after him. "I'll be at the station to bail you out, honey!"
Tutuola grabbed her by the arm. "You're going to the station all right but you won't be bailing anyone out."
She put her hand to her heart like she was going to faint. "No more drama. You can ride with us."
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Much and Tutuola arrived at the station and helped Lily out of the car. He led her to a room with a single table and chair. She hesitated, "what's this?"
He nudged her forward. "This is where you can continue this little drama. You can tell everyone about your wonderful boyfriend."
He opened the door and waited for her to step in. Minutes later, Stabler came in and took a seat. "You want something to drink?"
She said vehemently, "No, I want to go home."
Stabler clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I'm afraid that's not an option, Miss Brown. You are harboring a murderer—but you already knew that, didn't you?"
She looked at him shocked. "What are you talking about?"
He set back in his chair and got comfortable. "Come on, Lily. Drop the act. You know he is the one who killed your sister. The question is...why?"
Lily pursed her lips and said nothing.
Stabler just continued on unrattled. "Why did he do it? Jealousy? Money? For the hell of it? What?"
She was still silent. Munch had slipped in silently and was standing behind her. Cragen, Tutuola, Benson and the DA were watching through the window.
Stabler moved in closer to where she was sitting. They were face to face. "You can either tell it to us or tell it to a jury, lady. The fact is your loverboy is going down for the murder of your sister and so are you--as his accomplice."
Her façade was beginning to crumble. "He knows I had nothing to do with it. I didn't know he would..."
Stabler stood his ground. "Would do what?"
She became silent again. "I know what you are doing here. You are trying to make me slip up and incriminate him. I won't do it. I love him and he loves me."
Stabler picked up his pen and began twirling it between his fingers. "Are you sure about that? Do you think he loves you enough to take the fall alone? What do you think he'll say if we go to him and let him give his side? Do you really think he'll take the blame alone and let you off the hook? It was your sister!"
He put a halt to his conversation and stood up instantly. "Tell ya what. We'll go hear his side of the story and get back to you, OK? I'm interested to see how much this guy loves you."
She screamed at him as he was walking out the door. "He's innocent! I know it. He loves me. We'll be out of here in no time!"
Stabler didn't even acknowledge her speech. "I guess you all know who to visit next?"
Tutuola stood up. "Let me do the honors with this guy."
Stabler showed him the way. "Be my guest."
Tutuola looked over at Olivia. "We will get to the bottom of this. You'll see."
Olivia didn't look convinced.
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"Since you so rudely hauled me away at dinnertime, you gonna feed me?"
Tutuola reached for the phone. "Sure, man, what do you want for your last meal?"
Jacob was getting agitated. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Tutuola pushed the phone away. "Now we can't feed you if you are going to set there and lie. Why did you kill that girl?"
Jacob chortled, "What girl? I haven't killed anyone."
Tutuola put a folder with thick papers inside on the table. "That's what they all say."
Jacob banged his hand down on the table. "That's what I know. Can I please get out of here? I find this boring."
Tutuola opened the folder and pulled out one piece of paper in particular. "This might regain your interest."
He slid a picture of the victim over for him to see. Jacob looked at the picture and then at Tutuola. "Is this suppose to mean something?"
Tutuola straightened it up so he could get a better look. "It should. It's your girlfriend's sister."
Jacob shrugged his shoulders. "So? What does that have to do with me? She told me she was nothing but trouble and I comforted her. That's it."
Tutuola took out another sheet of paper. "Oh, you did more that comfort the grieving sister. You gave some lovin' to Samantha also before you killed her."
Jacob leaped out of his chair. "That's a lie. I don't have to take this crap. I'm leaving. You are sick."
Tutuola hopped up and knocked him back down in his seat. "Not half as sick as you. You aren't going anywhere until you answer my questions. You got it? Now, why did you kill Samantha Brown?"
Jacob folded his arms and stared at the window. "I've already told you. I didn't kill anyone."
Tutuola went back to the paper sitting on the table. "We have heard otherwise."
Jacob looked up at him. "What do you have that's so important on that paper?"
"You'll find out in time."
Munch walked into the room and said proudly, "we have Lily in the other room and she looks a little scared."
Jacob dismissed her like a bag of garbage. "She won't say anything."
Munch sauntered over to where Tutuola was sitting and leaned against the wall. "She looked ready to talk to me. She looks like she has a lot to say."
Jacob was getting perturbed again. "She better not say a word or I'll..."
"You'll what?" Tutuola interrupted him.
Jacob calmed down quickly and returned to normal. "She knows better. She's in this as much as I am."
Tutuola finally slid the paper over to him. "Not from our view. Your semen was found at the sight next to the vic's body. We all know she didn't leave that little gift behind."
His eyes became wild with rage. "Why that little...she told me to do it. She wanted her gone."
"Why?" Tutuola asked evenly.
He was talking faster with each word. She was a problem to Lily—always getting into trouble—embarrassing her in front of her friends. She couldn't deal with her anymore. She was out of control."
Tutuola shook his head like he didn't believe him. "So, she asked a nice, upstanding man of the community like yourself to get rid of her? You'll have to do better than that."
He looked Tutuola square in the eye. "Go ask her."
Tutuola looked back at him unnerved. "We will. Catch ya later. Make yourself comfortable."
He gave Munch and the rest of the bunch a smile as he closed the door. They watched Jacob's movements through the window.
"Do you believe him, Casey?" Cragen asked her.
"I believe some of it. Lily is certainly involved. You need to lean hard on her to find out how much. One of them has got to give."
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Munch and Tutuola practically ran to the car. They both stepped in at the same time and buckled their seatbelts.
"Where's this jerk at?" Tutuola demanded.
Munch unfolded the paper Cragen gave to him. He looked at it for a second. "Ah, jeez!" He tossed it to Tutuola. "Sound familiar?"
Tutuola scrunched up the paper and tossed it aside. "It certainly does. I actually felt bad about that visit."
Munch put the car into drive. "If she thought our first visit was bad, wait till she sees us this time."
Tutuola shook his head as he peeled out the parking lot into the road.
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They pulled up to the house and surveyed it for a few seconds. They got out of the car and snuck up to the house. They heard the TV so they knew someone was home. Munch and Tutuola pulled their guns and aimed at the door.
On the count of three, Tutuola yelled, "Police! Open up!"
They heard movement and they kicked in the door and ran inside. A woman ran towards them. "What are you doing? This is my home. I'm calling..."
Tutuola slammed his hand on the phone before she could get to it. "You're not calling anyone lady, unless it's your old man."
Munch stepped up beside him. "Where's Jacob Taylor?"
The woman looked like she didn't know who he was. "Who? I don't know a Jacob Taylor."
Munch pushed her aside and began to look through the house searching every room and closet.
Tutuola smirked, "Don't give me that crap, Lily. We fell for it once—the wounded sister routine. Looks like your sister wasn't the only one running with a bad crowd. Your sister's bad crowd was you."
She gasped, "How dare you say that to me!" She stifled a sob. "I loved her and I was worried!"
Munch's voice was heard two doors down. "Tutuola, in here!"
Tutuola ran past her and she followed behind him with a scared look on her face. Munch had a guy on the floor with his hands behind his back. "He was trying to escape out the window."
The man squirmed around on the floor. "I had a meeting to go to."
Munch laughed, "Where? On the roof? Shut-up."
Lily ran to him. "Are they hurting you?"
He looked at her sideways. "Yes, you idiot. How do you think it feels?"
Munch lifted him up off of the floor. "Enough with the words of love. Let's get you to the station. Just recite along with me. I'm sure you know the words. You have the right to remain silent..."
He took him to the car and bent his head down so he could fit in the back seat. He closed the door and motioned for the cop who arrived shortly after they did to go. Lily called after him. "I'll be at the station to bail you out, honey!"
Tutuola grabbed her by the arm. "You're going to the station all right but you won't be bailing anyone out."
She put her hand to her heart like she was going to faint. "No more drama. You can ride with us."
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Much and Tutuola arrived at the station and helped Lily out of the car. He led her to a room with a single table and chair. She hesitated, "what's this?"
He nudged her forward. "This is where you can continue this little drama. You can tell everyone about your wonderful boyfriend."
He opened the door and waited for her to step in. Minutes later, Stabler came in and took a seat. "You want something to drink?"
She said vehemently, "No, I want to go home."
Stabler clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I'm afraid that's not an option, Miss Brown. You are harboring a murderer—but you already knew that, didn't you?"
She looked at him shocked. "What are you talking about?"
He set back in his chair and got comfortable. "Come on, Lily. Drop the act. You know he is the one who killed your sister. The question is...why?"
Lily pursed her lips and said nothing.
Stabler just continued on unrattled. "Why did he do it? Jealousy? Money? For the hell of it? What?"
She was still silent. Munch had slipped in silently and was standing behind her. Cragen, Tutuola, Benson and the DA were watching through the window.
Stabler moved in closer to where she was sitting. They were face to face. "You can either tell it to us or tell it to a jury, lady. The fact is your loverboy is going down for the murder of your sister and so are you--as his accomplice."
Her façade was beginning to crumble. "He knows I had nothing to do with it. I didn't know he would..."
Stabler stood his ground. "Would do what?"
She became silent again. "I know what you are doing here. You are trying to make me slip up and incriminate him. I won't do it. I love him and he loves me."
Stabler picked up his pen and began twirling it between his fingers. "Are you sure about that? Do you think he loves you enough to take the fall alone? What do you think he'll say if we go to him and let him give his side? Do you really think he'll take the blame alone and let you off the hook? It was your sister!"
He put a halt to his conversation and stood up instantly. "Tell ya what. We'll go hear his side of the story and get back to you, OK? I'm interested to see how much this guy loves you."
She screamed at him as he was walking out the door. "He's innocent! I know it. He loves me. We'll be out of here in no time!"
Stabler didn't even acknowledge her speech. "I guess you all know who to visit next?"
Tutuola stood up. "Let me do the honors with this guy."
Stabler showed him the way. "Be my guest."
Tutuola looked over at Olivia. "We will get to the bottom of this. You'll see."
Olivia didn't look convinced.
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"Since you so rudely hauled me away at dinnertime, you gonna feed me?"
Tutuola reached for the phone. "Sure, man, what do you want for your last meal?"
Jacob was getting agitated. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Tutuola pushed the phone away. "Now we can't feed you if you are going to set there and lie. Why did you kill that girl?"
Jacob chortled, "What girl? I haven't killed anyone."
Tutuola put a folder with thick papers inside on the table. "That's what they all say."
Jacob banged his hand down on the table. "That's what I know. Can I please get out of here? I find this boring."
Tutuola opened the folder and pulled out one piece of paper in particular. "This might regain your interest."
He slid a picture of the victim over for him to see. Jacob looked at the picture and then at Tutuola. "Is this suppose to mean something?"
Tutuola straightened it up so he could get a better look. "It should. It's your girlfriend's sister."
Jacob shrugged his shoulders. "So? What does that have to do with me? She told me she was nothing but trouble and I comforted her. That's it."
Tutuola took out another sheet of paper. "Oh, you did more that comfort the grieving sister. You gave some lovin' to Samantha also before you killed her."
Jacob leaped out of his chair. "That's a lie. I don't have to take this crap. I'm leaving. You are sick."
Tutuola hopped up and knocked him back down in his seat. "Not half as sick as you. You aren't going anywhere until you answer my questions. You got it? Now, why did you kill Samantha Brown?"
Jacob folded his arms and stared at the window. "I've already told you. I didn't kill anyone."
Tutuola went back to the paper sitting on the table. "We have heard otherwise."
Jacob looked up at him. "What do you have that's so important on that paper?"
"You'll find out in time."
Munch walked into the room and said proudly, "we have Lily in the other room and she looks a little scared."
Jacob dismissed her like a bag of garbage. "She won't say anything."
Munch sauntered over to where Tutuola was sitting and leaned against the wall. "She looked ready to talk to me. She looks like she has a lot to say."
Jacob was getting perturbed again. "She better not say a word or I'll..."
"You'll what?" Tutuola interrupted him.
Jacob calmed down quickly and returned to normal. "She knows better. She's in this as much as I am."
Tutuola finally slid the paper over to him. "Not from our view. Your semen was found at the sight next to the vic's body. We all know she didn't leave that little gift behind."
His eyes became wild with rage. "Why that little...she told me to do it. She wanted her gone."
"Why?" Tutuola asked evenly.
He was talking faster with each word. She was a problem to Lily—always getting into trouble—embarrassing her in front of her friends. She couldn't deal with her anymore. She was out of control."
Tutuola shook his head like he didn't believe him. "So, she asked a nice, upstanding man of the community like yourself to get rid of her? You'll have to do better than that."
He looked Tutuola square in the eye. "Go ask her."
Tutuola looked back at him unnerved. "We will. Catch ya later. Make yourself comfortable."
He gave Munch and the rest of the bunch a smile as he closed the door. They watched Jacob's movements through the window.
"Do you believe him, Casey?" Cragen asked her.
"I believe some of it. Lily is certainly involved. You need to lean hard on her to find out how much. One of them has got to give."
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