All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S06E20 - Ill Draw You a Mapp (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

- Good morning, Danny.
- Morning.

I hope you don't mind
our talking here.

Being honest, I prefer it.

- They're painting my office.
- No problem.

So...

I’m sure you've testified
at Mapp hearings.

Narcotics, we'd say,
you win the Mapp hearing,

you win the case.

Making sure the judge does not exclude
as evidence the heroin you confiscated

and the videotape
that Cullinan made in that apartment

will be just as important
this time around.

Put me through my paces.

Describe why you entered the apartment,
Detective Sorenson,

what you found there,
and what you did subsequently.

I was backing up an undercover operation

being conducted
in the first-floor apartment

at 427 Jane Street.

There came a point
I determined via surveillance

the life of another detective
was put at risk

by a man I came to later identify
as Malcolm Cullinan

trying to force the undercover
to inject herself with heroin.

Being the detective was in jeopardy,

I and other detectives from the 15th squad
forced entry into that apartment,

and at that point,
we took Mr. Cullinan into custody.

What, if any, other police actions
did you take then?

As part of the arrest process,
I and my partners,

we took possession of a video camera,
and the undercover detective

took possession of the narcotics
Mr. Cullinan was trying to make her use.

While searching the premises
for other contraband or a weapon,

we also found a note
identifying the whereabouts

of the apartment's owner.

At that point, I and my partner,
we left the premises

and went to pick up the owner, Mr. Knox.

Good.

Thank you.

Very, very good.

- Hey.
- You're on.

- How'd she seem?
- How'd she seem?

Andy, that's your wife.

Hi.

Hi. How's it going?

After you.

Well...

- Well, how'd he do?
- Sorenson?

No, Pope John XXIII.

Sorenson did okay.

- You know.
- Uh.

He hasn't got, like, a...
a million hearings under his belt.

I know.

Uh. Look at this.

What are you doing?

That's what I’m gonna do
while I’m testifying,

while that jerk Sinclair
cross-examines me.

Why would you do that?

Why? It's a secret message reminding him
he's a baldheaded prick.

Or maybe I won't do it.

I'm just conveying
that I’m not gonna be intimidated.

All his talking down, his diplomas,

"Your Honor, please instruct
the witness not to sweat."

"Don't be an ignorant Polack."

None of it makes a dent.

You know...
you know what I’m thinking, Andy?

What?

Since only one of you has to testify,
why not go with Sorenson?

On what basis?

- Well, just, you know...
- To give him the experience?

Yes.

Give him the experience bein' up there.

What do you think?

Your call.

Well...

Hey.

He got killed in front of his wife,
shot in the head.

His name's Ramon Rivas.

- Where is she?
- In the living room.

- The, uh, wife talk about it?
- Home invasion. Two guys in ski masks.

Shoots the husband,
then shoots her in the foot.

She's Nydia Rivas. The boy's Michael.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Mrs. Rivas?

- I'm Detective Russell.
- They had masks on, black ski masks.

They was Latinos. They was crazy.

- Is this your son?
- Yeah.

Hi, I’m Jill Kirkendall.

We were still asleep.
They were pounding on the door,

so Ramon got up to see what it was.

I heard all this yelling, so I come out,

one of them is holding a gun to Ramon.

He's saying he'll kill him
if he don't give him the drugs.

We don't have no drugs.

They must've got the wrong apartment.

So, Ramon tries to tell them
we got no drugs,

but they didn't believe it,
and the guy shot him.

Michael. Michael, do you wanna show me
where that baby's crying?

He'll stay with me.

How did you come to get shot, Mrs. Rivas?

Well, after Ramon, they started on me.
"Where’s the drugs? Or I’ll kill you."

I said, "We got no drugs,"
so he shoots my foot,

says the next one's gonna be in my head.

I kept telling them, "We got no drugs."

So, then they give up and leave.

They finally believed
that they got the wrong place.

Hmm.
Did they threaten you, Michael?

No, they left
when he came out of his room.

- This your baby?
- Yeah, it's my baby.

Why? It's Black?

Ramon wasn't his father.

We were separated for a year.

I was with another man.

- What's the, uh, father's name?
- Emory Dupree.

Uh. Contact wound
and stippling on the DOA.

- Can't you do something for me?
- I have to take her in.

Your neighbor out there, she offered
to take care of the little one.

I'll take Michael with me.

Hi.

Kenny's conveyin' he's upset.

His mom didn't raise him
for bein' confined

in no run-down motel. Kenny.

Don't feel no trepidation
giving testimony.

I'll just tell the honest truth.

Yeah, that's always
how to set your compass.

Kenny, let's go put you in holding,
spare you all these leg-crosses

and heavy sighs.

Hey, excuse me being bored out of my mind.

You're bored, Kenny, 'cause you don't use
your leisure time wisely.

Which would be how, detective?

Well, you could pray
that somebody don't come over there

to that catching bench
and smack you on the back of the head.

- Is this Mr. Priest?
- Yes, finally.

- I'm A.D.A. Costas.
- Yes. How do you do?

Are you ready to go over your testimony
for the evidence suppression hearings?

Do you have to be all bright-eyed
and bushy-tailed about it?

What did you say to her?

- No offense.
- Keep a civil tongue in your head, Kenny.

I apologize. I got insomnia...

from cars whizzing by on the LIE all night
about six feet from my head.

They are not palatial accommodations.

- Not in Hitler’s Germany.
- Come on, Mr. Priest.

I'm Kenny’s wingman.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Hey, Danny. Sylvia.
- Morning.

Thank God it's not nighttime,
I'd think I was on Walton’s Mountain.

- Hey, Andy.
- Any good?

Two Latinos invaded the wrong residence
looking for drugs...

Says the DOA's wife. Boss around?

I think he's got something
for you from BCI.

- Morning, Andy.
- How's it goin'?

- How's it goin', Martinez?
- Hey, Andy.

Sylvia prep you on your, uh,
Mapp hearing testimony?

I'm gonna let the kid take it,
give him the experience.

Ah. Give Danny the experience
gettin' grilled by Sinclair?

Inferring what?

Nothing.

You think I’m afraid squaring off
with that human cue ball?

You... you... you're givin' Sorenson
the experience, Andy.

Essentially,
I was just repeating your sentence.

That's the entirety of her reasoning
for choosing him.

Hey, Greg, uh, Tommy Gannon
from the 19th squad

has got something on our DOA.

- On Rivas, huh?
- Yeah.

I'll give him a call.

DOA On your home invasion,
Ramon Rivas...

BCI came up with two collars on him.

- Drugs?
- Both domestic violence.

The first one, she dropped the charges.
Next one, he got a year's probation.

The wife told you the guys who broke in
were looking for drugs?

Yeah. Two Latinos in ski masks
looking for drugs.

No drugs or paraphernalia
in the apartment.

Neighbors said
there wasn't a lot of traffic in and out.

Uh, you'd like to meet
someone past the wife

- who saw the two Latinos with ski masks.
- Hmm.

The little boy
supported the mother's story,

but it was more like, "Whatever Mom says."

Uh. We just got a call
from Tommy Gannon over at the nine-ten.

He tells me and James
that eight months ago, uh,

he took a case on our DOA Rivas
getting a shot thrown at him

out in the street
while he was working his doorman's job.

Any description on that shooter?

It was a drive-by.
Black male alone in a car.

That's all this, uh,
Rivas could tell Gannon.

Yeah, he couldn't describe the car.

Hmm. Maybe the Black male threw the shot
was the guy the wife had been seeing.

The wife had a baby
by a Black father.

Eight months ago,
when the shot was thrown,

that's when the wife went back to the DOA.
Could've pissed the boyfriend off.

Name's, uh, Dupree.

He's worth a conversation.

We also contacted the DOA's sister.
She's coming in.

And we left a note
with the building super.

Tell Gannon thanks for the heads up.
Let him know I'm gonna call his boss.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, he'll appreciate that, Tommy.

Zero reciprocity on a total rollover.

I make your case testifying
that Cullinan knew

my smack would kill
a retail user, I get bubkes.

Kenny, isn't there reciprocity
in your not spending

the next 25 years incarcerated?

Kenny's mourning
he didn't go to Malcolm Cullinan

asking for lifetime travel money
while still at liberty.

It's souring his perspective.

My perspective,
if I had a brain in my head,

would be to go to bat to try
and suppress evidence in my own arrest.

Brave talk.

We all know that travel bag
wasn't in plain sight.

It was also zipped up.

Not to mention that what you found inside
could very well have been planted there.

Kenny, you want to roll those dice?

Unless you sweeten up
my gift box a little...

I very well may.

You may very well have to stand there
as croupier's saying,

"A new shooter's comin' out."

I want something else in my gift box.

Could we at least change motels?

Can I help you with something?

I talked to a woman detective
on the phone.

My brother got shot.
Ramon Rivas.

Oh.

Detective, Ramon Rivas’s sister is here.

- Patricia Rosales.
- Thanks for coming in.

This is my partner Diane Russell.
Patricia Rosales.

Nice to meet you.
Why don't we get some coffee?

Okay.

No, not Ramon.

He wasn't that kind.

Did, uh, Ramon maybe have friends
involved in drugs?

He drank, but he didn't like people
who used drugs.

Hmm. Anything in it?

- No, thanks.
- Okay.

Your, uh, brother's wife said...

maybe the men who did this
got the apartment confused.

I wouldn't know about that.

- What is it, Patricia?
- Nothing.

It's just that...

What?

Look, I’m not blaming her.

It's just that she's greedy,

always after my brother
for not making enough money.

Uh-huh.

And that baby...

- that's not his baby.
- She told us.

My brother was a good man.

He was willing to take her back
in spite of her going

and having that baby
with another man.

Do you think she was grateful?

Not her.

She held him up for more insurance.

What do you mean, held him up?

She said she would not move back with him
unless he doubled his life insurance.

He did it?

She thought so.

He really didn't, but...
he told her he did.

And now this happens.

How big is the policy he does have?

Ten thousand. He couldn't afford any more.

I don't know
what to think about her.

It's just...

- it's just that I feel real bad.
- I know. Sure.

We're sorry you lost him.

Is Michael okay?

Did he see what happened to Ramon?

Michael's with his mom right now.
We're gonna talk to him a little later.

- They're at the hospital.
- If she needs, he can stay with me.

If they keep her in the hospital.

- We'll let her know.
- Yeah.

Thanks.

If my husband had ever asked me
to double my life insurance,

- I'd have headed for the hills.
- Yeah.

I probably should've done that anyway.

Our paths will cross again,
and you can take that to the bank.

Me and that hairless river rat
haven't had our last go-around.

I imagine Detective Sorenson

would make a good impression
on a judge or a jury.

In contrast to who?

Not to anyone. I...

I... I'm just saying
he'd make a good impression.

Well, you won't get no argument there.

He plays that choirboy
better than any cop you'll come across.

So Detective Sorenson’s
pleasantness is just an act?

No, it's not... it's not an act.

A detective behaves
off parts of how he is,

but you gotta know when to accent what.

I don't want to come out with no buzz cut.

No. I think we're safe on that front.

So, uh...

- how's things on your end?
- Oh, fine. Thanks very much.

No offense.

None taken.

So you got past that hiccup
with the lieutenant?

- Yes.
- Hmm.

Talkin' out of school.

Yes, I took your reference.

You cut off contact with him,
I’m assuming?

- With Dolores's father.
- Yes. You take my reference.

I think we may be done.

Basta?

Yeah.

And the answer would be what?

Uh. Sorry?

To my question.

Are you still in contact
with James Mayo, Dolores's father?

The answer would be what?

I've given him not one single bit
of information about the case.

Then what are you in contact over?

For me to be a source of support for him.

He doesn't have any friends.

Well, you're a tough one for him to have.

What do you mean?

You workin' here.

That, uh, keeps him
connected to all what...

what he's hurt over and angry about.

- You almost done?
- I'm getting a haircut.

Yeah. You almost done,
or should I go downstairs?

No. We're done now.

So, you don't think
I should be seeing Mr. Mayo at all.

Not that you're doin' wrong.

Everybody needs a friend.

He's alone...

and so filled with remorse.

He'd hoped to make things
right with Dolores

for what had happened in the past.

Yeah, we don't always get that chance.

He's not makin' no threats no more?

Threatening vengeance
on Cullinan and so forth?

I think I’ve been helpful in that regard.

We pray over his anger.

Yeah, I guess that can't do no harm.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You got one reason only,
bringing me in.

- Calm down, Emory.
- I'm a Black man.

Yeah, from the station house
to your place,

you're the first one we run across.

And you're going, "He’s got a record.
We could put whatever it is on him."

"Maybe, get him the death penalty,
get us rid of one of 'em."

Why are you worried
about the death penalty, Emory?

You think we want to talk to you
about a murder?

I'm worried about four cops
lookin' for a fall guy.

Police corruption, that's what worries me.

Takin' 41 bullets for being innocent.

Who wants to take the first shot at Emory?

Hey, asshole, you don't help yourself
talking about 41 bullets.

Is that a threat?

Just keep your mouth shut
about the Diallo case.

Well, what am I in here for, huh?
What'd I do?

Why don't you just tell us
where you were this morning around 7:30?

Right where you found me at. Sleepin'.

- Got anyone can vouch for you?
- My girlfriend. Jamila.

- She was with you 7:30 this morning?
- Yeah. We were foolin' around last night.

Hmm.

So she left sometime between 7:30
and when we picked you up?

No. She left last night.
But I was falling asleep.

I'm a heavy sleeper.

I sleep late. She'll tell you so.

- That's your idea of an alibi?
- What do I need an alibi for?

When'd you see Nydia Rivas last, Emory?

Why? Something happen to her?

We ask, you answer,
is how this will work out.

Three or four months ago I seen her last.

I don't have nothin' to do with her.

What about her old man, Emory?

You have anything to do
with Nydia's old man

turning up with a bullet through his head?

Hold it. Hold it.
Somebody shot Nydia’s old man?

Well, it wasn't me.

I'm the last one want to do that.
I was glad when she went back with him.

Got somebody to pay the bills.
I don't want her.

I couldn't get along with the woman.
Nothing I did satisfied her.

Disturb you,
her going back to her husband,

- you not seeing your baby?
- That baby did nothing but cry.

I ain't got nothin' to do
with any of this.

Someone shot Nydia's old man,
it sure as hell wasn't me.

And you know what?
My super could vouch for me this morning.

Come around trying to give me
an eviction notice

just around 7:00 a.m.

You can go, Emory, till we check
your statement with your super.

- Oh, I can go now.
- Yeah. And when you come back in,

don't be bringing that Diallo case
back in with you.

Yeah. If I had murder on my conscience,
I wouldn't want no one reminding me.

Get out of here, Dupree.

You think any cop's glad
what happened to that man?

You sayin' they'd have shot him
if he was white?

Get out of here, you jerk.

Yeah, let me get out of here
while my luck's still holding out.

Yeah, you do that.
And remember what I told you.

You remember what I told you.

We should go pick her up.

Me and James
will go get Nydia and her boy.

Once in his life, he comes in
knowing he didn't do something.

Gonna point the finger at cops.

- About that murder this morning. Rivas.
- Uh. Let me get a detective on that case.

Thanks, John.

I'm Detective Russell.
I'm working the Rivas case.

Carl Bode. I'm the super
where Rivas got shot.

Oh. Have a seat, Carl.

This is Detective Kirkendall.

- Carl Bode.
- Hi, Carl.

- Hi.
- Carl's super in the building

where Mr. Rivas got shot.

- How long have you been super there?
- It's, uh, three years.

And I want it on the record
that I didn't have no part in this.

What do you know about the homicide, Carl?

The wife come to see me
about a year and a half ago

about getting rid of her old man.

She had a couple of black eyes,
uh, he'd beaten her up pretty good,

and there was always fighting
in that apartment.

- She offered me money to get rid of him.
- Why pick you?

I did 32 years in jail.

Thirty-two years is a lot of time.

I did two homicides.

I wouldn't touch this. I swear it.

I'll take a polygraph.

Somebody told her about me, I mean...

I... I don't know how she found out,
but I told her to get out.

I said don't...
don't ever bring this up again.

Just put it out of your mind.

- You send her to anyone else?
- No!

And I guess you didn't warn her husband?

It was none of my business.

Okay, Carl.

Thanks for coming in.

Go ahead, Carl.

Okay.

I'm free to go, right?

- How's your foot?
- Not good.

Maybe, uh, maybe Jill and I
will take Michael upstairs.

Yeah. Would that be okay, Michael,
while we talk to your mom?

So, he doesn't have to hear
about all of it again.

Yeah, okay.

Go with them.

Read a comic.

Okay.

Here we go, Michael.

Let's get you some coffee, Mrs. Rivas,
get you off of your feet.

As hard as everything's been for you,

I still gotta ask you some more questions.

Did you husband have life insurance?

Yeah. We had it for years.

He increase that recently?

We talked about it.

If I was gonna get back with him,

I wanted some
kind of security for my kids.

So what?

Nydia, the guys that shot your husband,
if they were looking for drugs,

how come they didn't tear the place up?

How do I know? They started shooting.

What are they saying to Michael?

Oh, I... think
they're just getting him situated

with some comics.

Investigating a case
like what happened to your dad,

we have to have evidence...

like fingerprints or witnesses
who can identify the criminals

so we can find them.

I understand.

Would you try hard to remember for us

what the two men looked like
who hurt your dad?

I just saw them for a second.

Did they point the gun at you?

No. They were leaving.

But you definitely saw the gun.

Yeah.

Okay. Um...

Okay.
Try to picture in your mind...

the one man holding the gun.

- What can you tell me about him?
- He was a Latino.

What makes you know he was Latino?

How he looked.

Michael, weren't these men
wearing masks?

Yeah. I guess, how he spoke.

Was it how he spoke
that made you know he was a Latino,

or 'cause your mother told you so?

She told me.

- Is that okay?
- Sure.

Did you actually see the men leaving,
or did your mother tell you they left?

She told me.

Your mother told you.

Did you see the gun?

- Yes.
- And who had it?

When I saw it, my mother.

Your mother had the gun.

She picked it up when they dropped it.

You saw one of the men drop it,
or she told you he did?

She told me.

Michael, did you ever see the men
your mom said hurt your dad?

- No.
- Then why'd you say you did?

My... my mom told me to.

Michael...

do you know where the gun is now?

Michael?

I threw it away.

'Cause my mom was afraid
the cops would say she did it...

'cause her and my dad were fighting.

Mm.

Where'd you throw the gun away?

The sewer out front.

I put it in a bag and threw it there.

Is it gonna help you catch the men?

It's gonna help.

Let me open that soda for you.

Wanna recover the gun first?

Yeah. Let's recover the gun,
then go back at this miserable bitch.

- Hi.
- Hi, Leo.

They still got your office loused up, huh?

Absolutely, positively ready tomorrow.
That's what they told me last week.

Walking them through
their suppression-hearings testimony.

I've decided to go with Sorenson
for the backup detective.

Makes sense, given your husband's
history with Sinclair.

Yeah. Why muddy the waters?

- Have you spoken to Kirkendall yet?
- Not yet.

Was there something in particular
that you wanted me to focus on

in preparing her?

No. I just wanted to illustrate for you
how it is moths wind up dead

at the base of a burning candle.

You did the right thing, Leo,
recusing yourself.

I recused myself before I got booted off.

Anyways,
I was just dropping off some files.

Actually, if it comes up
when you're prepping her,

you might want to emphasize to Jill...

my ongoing affection and my ability
to learn from my mistakes.

If it comes up naturally?

Yeah.

So, I could go at any time.
Is that right or wrong?

Sure, you could.

You want us
to get the wheels turning on that?

- I am establishing that.
- You're absolutely free to go.

We've been assuming we're all pulling
the same direction...

locate who did this to your husband.

I want that, but I got pain in my leg.

I wanna lie down at home.

And I expect, when you go home,
you'll wanna take care of your little one.

Right.

You're probably concerned
your older boy's all right.

- Michael.
- That's probably weighing on you too.

I want you to say you're not suspecting me
and that I’m free to go.

Or what?

What the hell is goin' on here?

What is that?

It's a gun that came out of the sewer
in front of Nydia's building.

- The two guys threw it in the sewer?
- The two Latinos?

There weren't any Latinos or anybody else.

You whacked your old man
for the insurance, Nydia.

Tried to get the super to do it,

your boyfriend flops
as a drive-by shooter,

- so it's up to you.
- I suppose I shot myself too?

Yeah. For a cover.

This is crazy. Then I went
and threw the gun in the sewer?

- I couldn't even walk!
- No. You had your son do it.

Yeah. Michael told us you had him
put the gun in a paper bag

and take it out to the sewer.

- Little son of a bitch.
- Don't blame him.

He doesn't know you killed your husband.

No. All he knows
is that you told him to say

he saw two Latinos in ski masks
and dispose of the murder weapon for you.

None of this is what it looks like.

You got me all boxed in with stuff
has nothin' to do with what happened.

I don't know.
Maybe I said something to the super

'cause Ramon beat me up,
but I wouldn't have meant it.

I got a new baby to take care of.

Me and Emory broke up.

Ramon wanted me back. What am I gonna do?

He promised he wouldn't hurt me,
he was gonna be nice to me,

and then he went back to being mean.

He beat up on me today.

He hit me on the side of the head
where it don't show.

And then it was like
he had to beat me down,

get his power over me.

And then he wanted to have sex.

It was sick. I couldn't stand it.
He was trying to force me.

He hit me
trying to get me to give in.

I was afraid of him.
I grabbed the gun. I was defending myself

from a beating or a rape...

and maybe him shooting me.

And then I shot myself
and made up about the Latinos

'cause I was afraid
you weren't gonna believe me

that I was defending myself.

I didn't mean to shoot Ramon.

It just happened
'cause he was so mean to me.

So, Nydia, when you were
still living with your boyfriend,

and you tried to get the super
to murder your husband,

that didn't have anything to do
with the insurance money.

No. That was Nydia anticipating
that if she ever did go back to Ramon...

- he'd be mean to her again.
- Yeah.

Might as well kill him before it happens.

So now you got me all boxed in,
just like you boxed in Diallo.

So who's gonna start shooting?
Come on. Who's gonna put 41 in me?

You call me a killer? You're killers!

Detective Sipowicz. How goes the battle?

What, they're holdin' vampire auditions
somewhere in the building?

- I never weary of your epithets.
- My epithets, huh?

What are those, uniform decorations?

Yes. Exactly.

I think the snake food's out.

I assume your wife's calling you tomorrow
at the Mapp hearing.

No. Sorenson's gonna testify.

- Really?
- Yeah. Really.

You know, you could say,
"It’s quarter to 4:00,"

and make me want to wash.

I hope Sylvia changes her mind.

I know being called by the defense
is embarrassing for a cop,

but, uh, if she doesn't,
I'm gonna have to.

What the hell are you gonna call me for?

I just feel your presence on the stand
would be an asset to my case.

You think you're the only one
knows how to lie?

What would you lie about,
Detective Sipowicz?

What I feel looking at your ugly
whoring mug.

And what exactly is that?

Hey, if you don't know now,
you're dumb and ugly.

Oh, I think I do know,
but I’d like to hear you say it.

The relevant point,
when I’m on that stand,

I can play straight
as good as any of them.

"Yes, Mr. Sinclair. No, Mr. Sinclair."
Just like I thought you walked upright.

Let's see, to paraphrase,

you feel I'm other than human.

Sometimes you see me as a snake
or a plague carrier...

A rat, in other words.

- I also remind you of a vampire.
- Yeah. I'll leap in when I disagree.

Rich descriptions,

but I don't think you've yet plumbed
the depths of your feeling.

Otherwise, why keep searching?

One name, detective,
if your feet were to the fire.

Asshole.

- Doesn't ring true.
- Why don't you help me out?

Tomorrow, when I have you on the stand,
I'll help you crystallize your feelings

about who I am and what I can do,
and why you're so afraid of me.

In your dreams, pal.
That's where I'm afraid of you.

Yes. Dreams can be
very frightening places.

You're getting old, Sinclair.

Day by day.

What brings that to mind?

You forgot what you came for.

No.

Get a good night's rest.

What'd help there is you walking
back over here and kissing my polish ass.

Come on, Sinclair.

Bring your mole self back and pucker up!
I'll treat you to the red-eye special!

Late for his cobra lessons.

I gotta get a sign made...

"Did not shoot Amidou Diallo.
I wasn't there."

- "I didn't have nothin' to do with it."
- Yeah. Like that would make a difference.

Well, we're all totally guilty.

We're guilty in our hearts.

Only reason we weren't there,
we were held up in traffic.

- Anyone unfairly treated.
- Yeah. Exactly.

Any bad experience,
equivalent to getting shot 41 times.

Not to excuse what happened.

Mm. No one's standing up
for what happened.

Any one of those guys
that threw any one of those 41 shots

recognizes they were wrong.

They were wrong tactically
before they ever threw the shots.

- No one's excusing that aspect.
- Good night.

Good night, boss.

They'd pray God
to get back that ten or 12 seconds

thinking one of them had been shot.

It hurts your feelings, that's all.

Try to do a decent job.

You're gonna tell me to tell you
what I think you are?

No. No, I’m gonna tell you
what I think of you.

And I got no word budget, either.

"One word. Who am I?"

Yeah, you're a toad, pal.

You are one of those, uh,
one of those ghouly stone monsters that...

you crouchin' on the sides
of a building, you know.

A big lizard
with his tongue flicking out...

...trappin' humans.

I don't think so, ass face.

I'll use as many words as I want.

- Okay. Thanks.
- You're off the hook.

- For what?
- The hearing tomorrow. I'm testifying.

- Your wife changed her mind?
- I changed mine.

You can go to bat
against this guy another time.

I didn't know that's what it was about.

You gonna crack wise with me now?

I thought we were just
looking to make sure

evidence wasn't excluded, Andy.
What, it's about hand-to-hand combat?

That's correct. That's exactly what it is.
And when you grow up, you'll realize it.

When I grow up, huh?

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Andy, I think it's a really bad idea.

Gee, that's a fresh perspective.

I keep repeating myself,
hoping that I'll be understood.

I understand you. I just don't agree.

Frankly, you don't have to.

Meaning what?

You don't determine my witness list. I do.

That's beautiful. That's choice.

Listen to what this guy has done to you.
You know what you sound like, Andy?

No. Why don't you educate me?

You advanced so much farther in school.

You sound like you used to when you drank.

- Well, I'm not drinking.
- And I don't want you to.

And I don't need you
on the stand tomorrow.

I don't want this Sinclair thinking
he can turn me into a pretzel.

Then don't let him do it.

Big vulture smile like my collar's dirty
and I tracked in mud.

"One word, who I am,
why I got you terrified."

Andy, Sinclair is a good lawyer
with a rich client

who will lose this hearing
unless he can push your buttons.

Why in the world would you let him?

- I am not terrified.
- Then you don't have to prove it, right?

He'll call me for the defense.

One way or another,
I'm getting on that stand.

I'll call you.

I'll call you, Andy. Testify for me.

I won't let him get to me.

Will you let me help you through it?

- Absolutely. Absolutely.
- Okay.

I promise I won't embarrass you.

Okay, Andy.