All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S06E18 - Mister Roberts (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

DOA went out a window.

We go to roust a bum and find the DOA.

DOA couldn't have missed him
by six inches.

He sleeps through it, the bum.

That was his dwelling place,
right beside the car.

Blood was dripping on him all night.

Probably figured a thunderclap
followed by a warm rain.

There's no ID on the croaker.

Uh. That could be the launchpad.

Aw. For God's sake.

Look at this.

Look at who this is dead.

Roberts.

What happened here, huh?

I'm talking to you!
What happened to this guy?

I wasn't aware.

Wasn't aware?
Guy landed six inches from your head!

Is this building open?

- We got the super coming out.
- Come on.

- No note.
- Stay downstairs.

Tell the super
we're sorry for kicking his door in.

Yeah, all right.

Here's his gun.

It wasn't fired.

Eliminates the possibility
Roberts shot himself in the head,

put his gun back in the desk,
then threw himself out the window.

Wha... Hypothesizing this is a murder,
Andy, instead of a suicide,

the gun may have been placed
back in the drawer by the perpetrator

after Roberts unsuccessfully shot at him
trying to defend himself.

Why, uh, it isn't out of the question...

James, uh, seeing
if the gun had been fired.

The perpetrator wants to make him
croaking Roberts

look like Roberts committed suicide,

but he don't put one in Roberts' head
with Roberts' gun.

He don't want to give us an even chance
buying the suicide angle

by us finding Roberts with the gun
in his hand dead at his desk.

Hey. Bottom line,
the gun hasn't been fired.

This is murder,
but the gun wasn't involved.

No. There... there's a logic
to what you're saying.

Expiration notice on Soldier of Fortune.

Let us... let's box this stuff.
We can go through it in the house.

And shut that door on that piss smell
coming from the hallway.

Yeah. The building's
definitely seen better days.

Yeah. The building's
definitely seen better days.

This was no suicide. A cop eats his gun.

- Did Roberts have one?
- Upper left desk drawer.

- You shared our impression?
- He was croaked.

- Any sign of struggle in the office?
- That don't mean dick.

You know, the... they'll find dope in him.
Somebody doped him and threw him out.

- No needle marks.
- That don't mean anything.

Let me finish. I was gonna say
that don't necessarily mean anything.

Forget Mike Roberts
jumping out a window, okay, boss?

Yeah. I don't feature Mike
choosing to watch the ground approach.

He was thrown and probably drugged,
so he couldn't resist.

Do you want us to voucher the boxes
before we start going through them?

We have a next of kin?

Go through the boxes
and let's toss Mike's apartment.

Canvass the bars around his office,
see if we can place him last night?

This was no bar pickup
threw Roberts out his window.

Maybe it was a bar where the person
that threw him out the window

- went looking for him.
- Yeah. That could be possible.

He was pushing to tell me something.

Like he knew he was gonna get whacked?

Roberts got thrown off this job
falling in love with some junkie C.I.

He gave that girl drugs
he stole out of the property room.

Roberts wasn't afraid
of putting his hands in dirty water,

but something he was doing now
he knew was bad.

Worse than keeping a helpless girl high.

Let's figure what happened,
then we can rebuke him at his grave.

What?

I have to talk to you.

Malcolm Cullinan,
who was responsible for Dolores' death.

What about him?

Former Detective Roberts
was involved with him.

Uh. The other night
when he was leaving,

he stopped me on the stairs,
and he called me the name Rocky Marciano,

who was a championship Prizefighter...

- Marciano was.
- Of the fifties.

A... and as the conversation went on,
I realized his calling me that

was an indirect reference
to my having punched Malcolm Cullinan.

The conversation went on how?

He said I had nothing to fear from him,

but not to think that meant
I didn't have anything to fear.

Did you make that Roberts
delivering a threat from Cullinan?

No.
I felt like he wanted to help me.

He used the expression "heads-up."
He was trying to give me a "heads-up."

Telling you to be careful.

He said if their vanity was injured,
rich people could afford

to indulge their whims.

Which you took Cullinan had it in for you.

I didn't know what to do.

I was just... paralyzed with fear.

That's normal.

That's a normal way to feel.

You've never given me
any reason not to trust you.

But I couldn't admit I was afraid.

If I'd been brave enough
to admit it to one of you

and Malcolm Cullinan
was somehow involved in this...

maybe former Detective Roberts
would still be alive.

If I had half a brain to listen.

- What did John have?
- What I should've known.

Cullinan. That Dolores O.D.
tricking for in Atlantic City?

Hires Roberts to harm gay John,
after gay John cleans his clock

in the pokey room.

Where did we get it?

Gay John just tells me Roberts,
leaving the other day

after stepping on his joint
over that... that truck-delivery heist?

Roberts goes
out of his way to find gay John,

giving him a specific heads-up.

He's in no danger from Roberts,
but he better watch his back.

Roberts acknowledged
he was working for Cullinan?

He calls him "Marciano," gay John,

specifically referring
that John cleaned Cullinan's clock

and that rich people
can carry a grievance.

Which he told me,
chapter and verse, Roberts...

"My ship finally came in.
I can't take advantage.

"It makes me too sick."

Cullinan offers Roberts a contract
beating gay John's balls off or worse,

but it's too sickening for Roberts
even though the money's good.

Cullinan kills Roberts
'cause Roberts turns down a contract

beating John's balls off?

Oh, excuse piss out of me
for not crossing every motivational "T"

five minutes within the information
coming to my attention.

No. Excuse me, Andy,
suggesting we can't yet

- trot to the DA's office.
- Did you hear me say

- this Cullinan killed Roberts?
- No, I did not.

- That's an area to look at.
- Absolutely.

- That's my sole preliminary point.
- No question.

Anyone that Roberts dealt
with his entire adult life is a possible

for wanting him dead. I'm just...
I'm trying to narrow the field.

Greg...

it looked like you had something
when you came in.

Yes, I did. Uh. Well, actually,
James and I both did.

Uh-uh. This one's, uh, Greg's find.

A whole bunch of undigested barbiturates
in Mike's stomach.

That's how he goes out the window.

Somebody loads him up on barbiturates,

and he can't hold 'em off subsequently
when they look to toss him out.

Now, Medavoy.

Uh. Uh. Far as what, uh,
James and I came up with,

Mike had this, uh, journal-type notebook
written under a pen name.

- Yeah. The Cases of Mike Robertini.
- That's what it's called?

Yeah. I guess he wants it
to be like some kind of novel.

Not a very clever pseudonym.

What's that? Supposed to be, like, uh,
his memoirs?

Least he didn't call it
The Cleared Cases of Mike Robertini.

Yeah. We know he's not lying so far.

You ought to go through that
and the other boxes.

Yeah. We'll see if, uh,
he talked about any cases.

I'll give it a quick read too.

Mike Robertini!
What a genius title that one is.

In the last part of the notebook,
he changes the names,

but... but it's no doubt
who Mike's talking about.

He calls the guy Callahan,
but he's talking about Cullinan.

Here, listen to how he describes him.

"A very powerful,
important industrial-type

"and big-shot charity contributor
with some real sick twists."

Yeah, that... that's Cullinan to a "T".

And then...
then there's a lot of snippets,

like Mike's writing notes to himself,

cheering himself on.

"Joseph Wambaugh had his doubts,
I'm sure, Mickey Spillane."

See, Joseph Wambaugh was a cop
became a novel writer.

Mickey Spillane wrote Mike Hammer.

Is there anything in there about us?

- One sequence right at the end.
- Read that.

No. Well... well,
let me give you the context first.

"Robertini did a few things for Callahan,

- "and what you might even call..."
"and what you might..."

- "dirty work..."
- "...even call dirty work..."

"if you didn't know
what he real world was like..."

But then Callahan asked Roberts
to do something very much worse.

You got some balls, come to my office
and make that type request.

Well, I know someone like you
don't hear it very often,

but my answer is a succinct no.

All right, Mr. Callahan? We understood?

I don't provide you no drugs.

I have information that will force you
into doing this, Mike.

Blackmail, in other words.

You're lower than whale crap
at the bottom of the ocean floor.

I know your history of providing drugs
to a girlfriend you were banging

while you were on the force.

We call it the job, Mr. Callahan,
and I had a distinguished career.

Not when you were providing drugs
to that girlfriend you were banging.

She was a junkie informant.

We were in love.

I believe that girl took her own life
in remorse over you, didn't she, Mike?

And you were dismissed
off the job, disgraced.

I resigned, and I wanna know
how you're privy to this.

I had an interest
in that girl myself, Mike,

or did you think
the two of you were steadies?

And yet four years later,
you go to hire me

to do security work
for your business firm?

Do you think maybe that was to set you up
for this other thing I was interested in?

You want me to procure drugs
for you to give to hookers

so you can get yourself off
in that degenerate specialized need

that you have? Is that what
this is all about, Mr. Callahan?

The point is, if I put out
what I know about you,

you'll lose every account you have.

You're totally blackmailed.

You conniving, over-rich prick.

Welcome to the real world.

- I want that fairy taken care of.
- The hell you say.

I've got blackmail control
over you, scumbag.

Hey, you call me that again,
and I'll give you a heterosexual beating

to compare to the sore jaw
that he gave you.

Suppose I offered you 25 grand?

Oh, and that's supposed to interest me?

I want him pushed out a window.
I want to see if fairies fly.

And that... that's supposed
to interest me?

Twenty-five thousand cash?

You got some balls,
coming in my office,

making that type request.

We sure miss you, Mike.

I'm envious.

Ah, well, I mean, your day will come, huh?

Yeah, as soon as his people
can afford private eyes.

Hey, he said it, Jimenez, I didn't.

Did you wanna talk to me privately?

Yes.

Oh, uh, no problem, Mike.

You're a good egg, Medansky.

You too, Jimenez.

When I... I get outside,
I'm going to trade this in for a sombrero.

Hey, you said that, I didn't.

What do you want?
You know I hate small talk.

Yeah.

This guy I work for, uh,
out-and-out proposed I do murder, Andy,

believe that or not.

Thinking he can force you
out of your values,

he must have blackmail information.

Yeah, well, he's already forced me
to get him uncut smack, Andy,

and he's got a thing for junkie whores.

An ex-PAA-turned-junkie-whore
from our house

died under just those circumstances.

Yeah. Now... now he wants me
to kill her replacement, see?

What? Is he trying to turn that PAA's job
into a death position?

No, no.

Mel Callahan, Andy.

That's our mystery man.

And I'm confiding it to you.

You got a bum shake
your whole professional career.

That's water under the bridge.
I don't cry about that.

Andy...

can you protect me if necessary?

Mike Robertini.

Does anyone want a soda?

It wasn't the hookers
getting high Cullinan wanted to see.

Wanted them to overdose.
He got off on watching them die.

If Roberts isn't gonna score dope
for Cullinan anymore,

Cullinan's gotta feel Roberts is a risk.

Roberts could turn around
and blackmail him.

Yeah, well, there's your motive for, uh,
Cullinan murdering Mike.

What Cullinan should've been afraid of,
wasn't Roberts blackmailing him,

it's Roberts turning him in,
'cause that's what Mike was about to do.

Stands in that bathroom,

begs me to make him give it up.

"One thing I could never do, Andy,

"evade you knowing I was wrong.

"You could always find my bad secret."

Prick's got no exposure, this Cullinan.

The hookers' shooting up is on them,
and Roberts is a mope

that if he didn't commit suicide,
his whole client list was eligible

for launching him out that window.

A warpo like that doesn't stop.

Cullinan...

He'll be afraid a little while,
then it'll start building up in him again,

wanting what he needs to get off.

Let's give him what he wants.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Come on.

She looks like Roberts describe her,
the madam.

Yeah, well, he described her good enough
that Diane knew who he was talking about.

When Diane was working vice,
every male in Manhattan

must've been even-money to get locked up.

That one ain't gonna be no slouch.

I guess all the coffee shops were closed.

Some trick uses your service
runs into you here, Lea,

he's probably got other problems
to worry about.

You put Dolores Mayo
with Malcolm Cullinan.

I put Dolores Mayo with Malcolm Cullinan.

I did not put a needle
in Dolores Mayo's arm,

whether he asked her to or not.

- We want you to put someone else with him.
- Cullinan's not in touch with me anymore.

- Because?
- Because I asked him not to be.

Well, now you're gonna change your mind.

I had no connection
with that girl's habits. Dolores Mayo.

- No one's saying you did.
- I'm saying I didn't.

We want to run a girl through your service
to get to Cullinan.

I wouldn't mind
seeing that prick jacked up,

but it's not a big business endorsement,
my service fronting for the cops.

It's not like we'll ask you to testify.

And if they go for entrapment,
it's not like his lawyer won't.

You need to use your imagination
on this one, Lea,

'cause it's going to happen

or you're not gonna
have any business left to endorse.

Think she's gonna cooperate?

They tend to be practical.

Where do you want me to call from?

Thinks this is
the public library. Medavoy.

So are your interests
still pretty much the same?

Well, I gave up
trying to change people's minds

for lent a few years ago,
and I'm too old to change mine,

so I guess we still can't do business.

'Cause I just ran across a girl
who meets your needs.

Actually,
I just fired her for it.

Good-looking blonde, 5'7", busty.

Said she just started shooting.
Figure three months for lying.

Well, I'm gonna give you her number, Mal,
but I don't want you using my name.

She'll think I took a fee,
and then she'll be back

trying to work for me.

Yeah. One for old times
and no hard feelings.

Her name's Darcy, and you probably
wanna call her sooner than later,

'cause she was talking about leaving town.
You got a pencil?

Hello.

You want me

to pay for your high...

and support your high...

but you don't much care
about me at all.

- Where his voice goes tight like that.
- We'll be on our way in.

No old tracks,
'cause you just started mainlining.

Before, you were smoking it.

That's why she still looks good.

The home run's
if he connects himself to Roberts.

Get Cullinan talking about his source
for the drugs.

That would be a credible subject
of interest, you being a junkie whore.

Whether you get him
to Roberts or not, you have to establish

the drugs are Cullinan's.

Whatever sex-trip
he wants the two of you to get on

may involve him faking
finding the drugs in the apartment.

- That they belong to his friend.
- You can't let him stay with that.

As far as how much you show him

and what you let him do,
remember, you're on camera,

you won't be able to lie.

- Hold on, Danny.
- Sure.

I need to talk to her
about the lipstick camera.

Yeah. She'll be back in a minute.

- Come on, Leo.
- Come on, what?

I'm supposed to pretend that I like this?

No. I'll settle for not getting treated
like garbage 'cause I'm doing my job.

You think Cullinan's gonna
let you off easy?

This isn't some wallflower

losing his cherry, Jill.

- Yeah. Neither am I.
- Oh, that's good.

Oh, come on, Leo. All I meant
is I know how to handle myself.

Somehow, I don't think
that's the only thing

you're gonna be handling tonight.

You know what I keep thinking?

Mike Roberts on Oprah.

- In what context?
- Authoring some detective novel.

Uh. Promoting it on, uh,
Rosie O'Donnell o r the like.

- Yeah. Rosie o'Donnell. Oprah.
- Yeah. Yeah, he'd love that.

"Yeah. I had so many
interesting cases, Oprah."

"After my, uh,
distinguished service on the job, uh,

"I very much wanted to write up the cases
I was proud of, or the like."

"That I was, uh,
actually, uh...

"quite proud of my work."

You know, uh, 100 percent candid, James,

I've... I... I... I...
I've flirted myself with, uh...

- writing some of our cases up.
- We had some pips.

Yeah. Well, we've had some pips,
haven't we?

Every conceivable wacko, for one thing.

Yeah. Hey. Hey, uh, that... that could be
a volume in itself, couldn't it?

The head cases of the NYPD.

- Talking about colleagues or skells?
- Oh, you're right there.

That could be a whole second volume.

Yeah. Or you could have a whole
second volume

solely devoted to, uh, Andy being nuts.

Split... that volume could be, James...

Crazy in the office, nuts in the field,
the behavior of Andy Sipowicz.

Mike Roberts had balls.

They're in the loft.
We'll keep you advised.

- Mm.
- Guy's an architect.

Never really been able
to get his career going.

Looks like he's doin' all right to me.

Yeah. I guess it's all relative.

Anyways, it's, uh,
it's nice he lets you use his place.

Yeah. I think if you were to tote up
the favors he's done me

and I've done him...
I might be a little bit ahead.

Anyways...

Anyways. We agreed on 2,500.

That's 5,000.

You'll find I'm full
of those kind of surprises.

This guy must have a one-inch dick.

You'll find I love being surprised.

You're a junkie.

- Where'd that come from?
- Everything about you.

The extra makeup covering your tracks.

Hmm.

Me making up that guy
who gave me your phone number,

and you saying you remember him.

You being as gorgeous as you are
and afraid in your eyes,

like a 50-dollar whore.

It's all junk.

You feeling what it's doing to you...

and worrying,
"Is it starting to show yet?"

I'm not enjoying this.

I don't think you enjoying this
is exactly the point of the exercise.

I wanna watch you get off.

That's where the conversation
could've started.

Move over here.

- You in position, Andy?
- We're good.

Use this.

I got my own.

- This is better.
- Better could be a problem.

- Why don't I just use mine?
- No.

Look...

if I use yours,
I want you to take a little too.

No. I don't use dope.

Not saying you'd wanna
hurt me or anything...

I'm gettin' kinda irritated.

Look...
my stuff is good stuff.

I promise you'll see me get off.

- Hey, Darcy...
- Ten seconds.

You're gonna use my stuff,
you're gonna use it now,

or you're not gonna get the five grand,

and you are gonna get hurt.

Andy, take it down.

- Get on the floor!
- What is this?

- What does it look like?
- You're a collar. Get on the floor.

Put your hands behind your back,
or I'll fracture your skull.

I got the dope.

Uh. My attorney is James Sinclair.
I want to speak to my attorney.

Yeah, he did such a good job
when you killed Dolores Mayo.

Well, what is this,
some elaborate kind of payback?

- Some police vendetta?
- Yeah. You're the victim here.

This is us taking advantage of you.

Guy who owns the place
is at the Cineplex on 19th street.

He leaves a message for Cullinan,
"If you want to join me. Ha-ha-ha."

Be nice to have a conversation with him
before he gets a lawyer.

- This picture must be him.
- Does it say what movie?

Yeah. Uh. Life is beautiful he's seeing.

Andy.

I'll drive him back slow.

So I guess everything
is relative, huh, Mal?

Uh-huh.

Would you please take your hands
out of my pockets now?

Would you rather

we brought you in in bracelets?

Where would you like me to sit?

Well, how about right here?

So, uh, what's your name? Trent?

Trent Knox.

What kind of name is Trent?

It's been in my family a while.

So, one of your ancestors lost a bet?

I have never had
any kind of problems with the law,

and I deeply resent being yanked in here
coming out of a film.

Then you shouldn't have written the movie
you went to on a post-it note,

so that when we collared
your asshole buddy in your apartment,

we'd know where to grab you up. Huh?

I think what I'll do is ask for a lawyer.

No. I'll demand a lawyer.

Yeah. Let's get you a lawyer, Trent.

So, instead of you givin' us, like,
three sentences of simple explanation

that could get you out havin' cappuccino,

you can be charged accessory
to attempted murder.

You ever try to take a crap
with no toilet seat

and five guys watching you, Trent?

And knowing
there's no toilet paper for after.

I don't know what Mal Cullinan
was doing in my apartment. I wasn't there.

What'd he do, put a gun to your head
and force you out into the street?

Mal Cullinan...

told me in a general way...

- No. Let me rephrase that.
- Please.

He didn't tell me anything...

about tonight specifically.

We had a general understanding
that he would sometimes

use my apartment...

and I gave him an extra key.

This is Trent preparing
for his courtroom testimony,

skating delicately
amongst the big icebergs

of possible self-incrimination,
instead of once in his life

trying not to outsmart the world
and just stick to simple facts.

I... Well, has it ever occurred to you
that I might be just a little bit nervous?

Is he gonna cry?

Trent, just give us a couple
straightforward answers.

No one wants to make you nervous
or upset or anything else.

- He does.
- Well, he makes me nervous.

- That's nothing to be ashamed of.
- You want me to leave the room? Hmm?

You want me to stand in a corner?

Well, perhaps if you would just stop
trying to intimidate me for 30 seconds...

that might be a start.

Hey! Let me go get a coke
and ponder my poor upbringing.

Norman Bates
that you were asking me about before?

That's who Norman Bates resembles.

Who's Norman Bates?

What a complete asshole!

What was going on in that apartment?

Obviously, that's nothing
you'd want to be a part of.

Oh, boy, you could say that again. My God.

- So that heroin wasn't yours?
- Hell, no.

He would always bring that with him.

I had nothing to do with any of this...

girls and drugs.

The girls?

This was all Mal Cullinan's show.

See, there, Trent, you do indicate
a certain amount of felony knowledge

what's going on behind closed doors.

You were just trying to trap me too.

No. What I'm trying to do, Trent,
is indicate how deep you're stuck in mud.

I want to bring you
to a clear understanding

the importance of you
coming now with all you got

on your twisted prick friend Mal Cullinan.

If you want to avoid taking your place
in a part of the world

you would not know
how to describe on a post-it note.

Are we ready?

Yeah. We're ready.

Look, let's allow events
to unfold somewhat,

so perhaps we'll be spared contemplating
such a vast array of contingencies.

There's a reason
why junior partners are junior.

I suppose
if you had a bitter turn of mind,

you might be thinking at the moment
about chickens coming home to roost, huh?

I'm thinking about prostitutes.

- Your deceased friend Miss Mayo.
- No. The one standing in front of me.

Detective Sipowicz, I can't imagine
you weren't involved in this escapade.

I took a passing interest.

Jimmy, this is utter and total entrapment.

Do not speak again until I tell you to.

- I want to speak to my client in private.
- I had no intention of harming her,

and these people had a bogus flat
on the way in.

Shut up or get another lawyer.
I want his cuffs off.

- I wanna speak to him in private.
- You want that done here?

Right here would be fine.

Take off his cuffs.

- They won't wanna be using the pokey room.
- Interview three.

- I believe that's down the hall.
- Yeah.

- Hmm. You do look lovely.
- Thanks a lot.

Yeah, if she was drawn to plague carriers,
the feeling might be mutual.

It's amazing how many are.

Leo, I'm gonna be a few moments
with Mr. Cullinan.

Then you and I can have a moment
in the coffee room.

Boys.

You want me to wear this home?

I don't care what you do.

Trent cops and maybe he actually saw
up to five girls in passing

that Mal brought to his apartment.

Dolores croaked three months ago.
Trent says, like, three months ago,

Mal got different. Mal crossed a line.
Trent didn't want to know what.

Started doin' girls in other places.

Even with his trusty camera set up
at Trent's?

When he took Dolores
to Atlantic City, Andy,

he knew what he was gonna do.
He wanted Dolores dead.

First time, he's a cautious perv.

- He'll take it out of the jurisdiction.
- Oh, knows he's never doing it again.

Comes after with his lawyer
with the story how it happened

gettin' his hands clean
and his mind right.

Next hard-on,
he needs to push it a little farther.

Let me try it on my home field.

Yeah, assuming he didn't croak
anybody in between.

So, do you think
Cullinan tells Sinclair the truth?

I think he lies...

in response to Sinclair saying,
"Lie to me."

Bobby'd get really crazy too.

I wanted it to work with Leo.

The boys really looked up to him.

You're done?

They look up to Mark McGwire...

Even more,
and I wouldn't take that crap

off him, either.

So, you'll take him
to the tombs?

Yeah. We got him.

Andy and Sorenson
will take him over, guys.

Be a shame if Mr. Cullinan
couldn't get arraigned

till tomorrow night.

We'll see
what kind of backbone our DA has.

- Anyways, good job.
- Yeah. Thanks, boss.

Frosty lager?

Nah.

I'm gonna stick around a while, James.

Want to watch the mighty brought low?

Nah. I... I... I'm gonna keep excavating
these notebooks.

You're gonna keep digging till you, uh,
find Roberts' original outfit?

Ah, you might as well be thorough.

The thought of Mr. Cullinan
penned with them lower social types...

Get your jollies now
before that beady-eyed conehead

starts doing his legal tricks.

Here I go,
trying to break my cherry.

Well, look who just walked in.

- Hiya, Mike.
- What are you, Donna...

moonlighting as a bill collector
besides being a PAA

in the detective squad
of the police station house

where I formerly worked?

I don't got a second job,
nor even a first one just now.

How'd that happen?

I don't know.

You tell me.

What are you talking about, anyway?

I guess I got somewhat of a crush on you,

and I quit my job,
hoping you'd hire me.

Well, I'm flattered,
but it's a little slow

with my shingle just up.

You were always very truthful, Mike.

You know, a lot of times, you...

haven't got even a vague idea
what you're doin'.

- Hmm.
- This is the first thing I've attempted.

I was sittin' here...

hoping a case begins.

Maybe I'll be your lucky charm,
'cause I believe in you.

You got shortcomings,

but I've always known
you're trying to be a good person.

I hope to be
an encouragement to you

just sittin' at my desk.

I guess everyone needs someone
to believe in them

at the beginning of things.

I'll believe in you...

even when you don't believe in yourself.

You definitely add to the furnishings.

Use her to encourage the detective.
Uh. She can help him out, give him advice.

You know, keep him going.

She'll always cheer him up.

Everyone likes a beautiful broad.

Maybe I can do this.