My neighbor Mark dropped by to tell me he had finally spoken to the idiot on the fifth floor. The idiot's version is that he went out, got drunk, ordered Chinese food, and became sick so he called his girlfriend, whose apartment he is living while she's staying on Long Island, She called 911, and when the police showed up at his door, he refused to answer, so they broke in, arrested him and took him away in handcuffs. He was released at 4:30am.
Since the cop told me it had to do with suicide, Mark and I think he got drunk, called Lisa and threatened to kill himself. She called 911 and the rest of the story jives.