All language subtitles for Episode 04 True Confessions

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Mr. Wagner?
- Yes, right this way.

Morning, Detective.
Susan's out.

Well, actually
I'm here to see you.

I wanted you to know I wouldn't
be working for you anymore.

I'm sorry to hear that. It looked
like you and Susan were getting along.

- Scheduling problems?
- Not really.

- I just don't want to take your money.
- Why's that?

This way, if you keep beating her up,
I can do something about it.

You working for her now?

Mmm, nah.
Just the police department.

Then maybe you'll consider
that this situation's...

a little more complicated than
you've been led to understand.

Nothing complicated about
those bruises on your wife's face.

You are beyond your depth,
Detective Kelly.

Our conversation is over.

I'm done too.

Just to let you know
that if you hit her again,

you're going to be sorry
you ever met me.

- Detective.
- What ho.

- What ho.
- What's going on in there?

Ah, Walker just caught a case.

Now he's voicing some reservations to
the lieutenant about me workin' backup.

- This is gonna take some time, Andy.
- Come on, John.

Please, I understand my situation.

I spent a long time being sauced.
I need to win back my colleagues' trust.

I've got to exhibit
a continuous positive approach,

even with this dim bulb here.

Sipowicz, Kelly,
robbery, double homicide.

Liquor store over onJames Street.
You guys wanna give me a hand?

- Yeah, sure. Gimme.
- Our pleasure.

Uh, here's the address.
I'll see you over there.

That was positive, wasn't it?
Our pleasure."

Fair.

What should I have said?
Our pleasure, rooty-toot-toot"?

- Can I talk to you for a minute?
- Yeah.

- I'll see you outside, all right?
- Yeah, sure.

Catch you later, Ted.

- Did you go to your dad's service?
- Yeah, I just got back.

- How'd your mother hold up?
- Okay.

Yeah.

I wanted to thank you for being there
for me the other night.

- Aw, it's all right.
- I don't want it to be over for us.

This is not the place
to talk about it.

- It's not like you let me pick my spots.
- Okay.

I admit I have feelings for you,
but it's not gonna work out for us.

I'm not gonna take that.
We can make it work out.

I gotta go, all right?

I'd just walked into the store
behind these other two guys.

And this guy, he comes out
from the back room with a gun.

He made us all come over to this
aisle here and lie on our stomachs.

- Did you get a look at him?
- Yeah, pretty good.

He was a white guy,
tall, about 50 years old.

He had on like a black trench coat,
down below his knees.

He was like six-three,
six-four. Good sized.

Any marks you noticed on his face
or hands? Any facial hairs?

Yeah, he had a mustache, and he
smelled like he'd been drinking.

He came and stood over us,
and that's when I heard the click...

- from the gun over my head.
- Kelly.

Thank God he must've used
up all the bullets...

White, 45 or so,
around six feet tall?

All right, let's get these
people over to the precinct.

Have them take a look
at some pictures.

My guy makes the perp
about six-three or four,

50 years old, a mustache.

Let's get 'em over
to the precinct.

Here's licenses from
the cars parked outside.

Okay.

Hey, Walker, we don't have to
hold hands, but would you mind...

not talking to me
like I'm Timmy, the laundry boy?

You give me the license numbers
for the canvass. I said okay.

All right. Okay, fine.
It's my mistake. All right?

You got a minute, Kelly?

Look, this is notice. I'm not taking
any crap from your fat friend.

- Give him a square shot.
- I'll give him the shot he earns.

But I'm telling you,
if that drunk screws up my case...

You're not paying attention. He hasn't
had a drink in over two months.

So why don't you take your attitude
and shove it up your ass?

Is this something the whole class
can appreciate?

We're done.

Folks, let's take a ride to the precinct
house, try and make a photo I.D.

- Hey, Detective.
- Hey.

See me on your way out.
Don't stop till you die.

Okay, we'll take you upstairs
and show you some pictures.

- See if you can identify anyone.
- Yeah, all right.

Mrs. Wagner.

What's happening?

My husband told me you won't
be working for us anymore.

Yeah, that's right.

Uh... how's the eye?

It's fine.
Please don't quit, Mr. Kelly.

Mrs. Wagner, you don't need a bodyguard
for when you go out in public.

Your problem is
a domestic situation.

My advice is if your husband
hits you again,

just file a criminal complaint
or move out on him.

What you shouldn't do is stay
in that big apartment and take it...

or talk the way you were
the other night,

which sounded like you were
soliciting me to commit a crime.

When I said that I wished something
would happen to him, I was upset.

- I didn't mean anything by it.
- Okay, maybe I misunderstood.

But, Mrs. Wagner, a lot of women
that have husbands like yours...

can't do anything
to help themselves.

You can.
You can make a choice. Do it.

You're indulging a prejudice,
Mr. Kelly.

Affluence doesn't always
purchase opportunity.

Take a look at these.

- Hey, Sipowicz.
- What?

My witness just I.D.'d this guy.

He's got two priors for armed robbery.
Show him to your people.

- Hey, wait. This guy's five-nine.
- So what?

Our statements made the perp
at six-three or four.

Mine said around six.

Sipowicz, people look taller
when you're Iying on the ground.

Show 'em the photograph.

New faces.

No.

Take your time.
This doesn't have to be fast.

- Look at these carefully.
- We got plenty more pictures.

- No, I don't recognize anybody.
- No!

Kelly.

I got a positive I.D.
From one witness.

The guy's name is Coleman. He's got
the right priors. I want to pick him up.

- Sipowicz thinks he may be too short.
- No, no, no, no.

Let's pick him up.
Maybe he was wearin' lifts.

Yeah, Bensonhurst, John.
It's a likely locale, huh?

Guy lives here, wants to rob
a liquor store in downtown Manhattan.

All he's gotta do is make like,
what, nine, ten subway transfers?

Maybe he had business downtown
and came back and did the store then.

Yeah, right. Maybe his doctor's
down on James Street, huh?

One that gives him hormone injections
that pump him up to six-three...

when he's about to pull a job...

and then shrink him down to his normal
five-nine right afterward, huh?

So what's goin' on
with you and that girl?

Which girl?

The one we haven't been
talkin' about. Licalsi.

- Nothing's goin' on.
- Hey, you're a divorced man, John.

It's a healthy urge.

If she worked at a topless bar,
I'd take a shot at her myself.

Nothing is going on,
and here's the guy, Andy.

All right,
let's take the bastard.

If he didn't do the liquor store,
maybe he did something else.

Oh, look at this, John.
Where's his mustache, huh?

- Our witness said he had a mustache.
- People shave.

- Police officers. You Howard Coleman?
- Yeah.

We need to talk to you about
your activities this morning.

I didn't have any activities.

I went to the drugstore.
That's the first I went out.

You were seen on James Street
this morning in Manhattan.

I wasn't there.
You get off my property.

We're gonna have to
take you in for questioning.

You better have a warrant
or get away from me!

Don't make this any tougher
than it has to be.

- Daddy, what's the matter?
- Go back inside. Take your medicine.

- Come on!
- Hey! Hey, hey!

- Daddy!
- Take it easy.

- Stop it! You're hurting him!
- Nobody's gonna get hurt.

- Now you're under arrest!
- Take it easy.

- Daddy? Daddy!
- It's all right.

Sure acts innocent, doesn't he?

You didn't rob any liquor store,
right, Coleman?

You always carry 850 bucks
around in your pocket.

- Where'd you get that money?
- I bet a horse yesterday.

- Which horse? What race was he in?
- Some horse at Aqueduct.

I don't remember the name.

No one's saying you went in that store
to do murder. Now, what happened there?

Taking the place off, and someone
tried to get violent with you?

- What's your name again?
- Detective Walker.

Detective Walker, I was never near
any liquor store onJames Street today.

I wasn't in Manhattan,
so why don't you kiss my ass?

What if I give you
a broken jaw, huh?

You better make sure these guys
are holding me down.

Here we go.
That's it, Walker. Come on.

- There you go.
- Hey, what's wrong with your daughter?

- What do you mean?
- You told her to take some medicine.

It's for her breathing.
She's got asthma.

Yeah? I had a kid had that.

So what's that supposed to do,
make me love you?

I was hoping you'd get some deep,
warm feelings for me, yeah.

All right, let's get back
to the money.

Your ex-wife's here
to see you, Detective.

- Uh, thanks.
- Sure.

Hi.

I just quit my job.

What brought that about?

Those creeps had me in for
a cards on the table" conversation.

We need you to be more forthcoming
about your previous work for the city.

We need to know their approach on
our clients' variance applications.

How do they stand
on Picheon and Dean?"

Excuse me," I ask.

I guess that stuff when I came here,
how it was me you were interested in...

and not my contacts from my previous
employment, all that was a crock?"

Let's be adults, Laura."

So I told them they could
stick their job up their ass.

Just your way
of giving notice, huh?

You're not gonna say, I told you so"?

No. Not the type.

- You got plans for dinner?
- You buying?

Pick you up
in a couple of hours.

I'm gonna be truthful
with you, Mr. Schauffner.

The way these lineups work,
you're not gonna help me any...

if you say, That could be him"
or Maybe that's the guy."

You gotta say, That's him.
I recognize him. That's the guy."

- You follow?
- I understand.

'Course, I'm saying,
if you recognize him.

Don't say you recognize him
if you don't.

Right.

Now you know what I need,
so we can get started here.

Kelly. It's lineup time.

Walker just finished touching up
the bull's-eye on Coleman's forehead.

All right, come on. Here.

Take a look.

Take your time.

- I see him.
- Which one?

Number three.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. That's the guy.

I recognize him.

I like the guy real good, Lieutenant.

He did two bits for armed robbery.
We got a positive-witness I.D.

Plus, when we pinched him,
he had 850 bucks in his pocket...

he couldn't
satisfactorily explain.

- What do you think?
- Looks good so far.

We'll want to see if Crime Scene
lifts prints from that liquor store,

but, you know, like he says.

Work it up,
give it to the D.A.

Lieutenant Fancy.

Yeah, I got a copy of the report.
Yeah, I read it.

Well, in the future,
you can assume...

- Thanks for the help.
- Yeah.

I didn't mean to be
so irritable all day.

- No problem.
- You son of a bitch!

- Why are you doing this to me?
- Let's get you to the court.

- I gotta call my daughter.
- Call her from the tombs.

- I'm tellin' you, he didn't do it.
- Let it unwind, Andy.

- We'll stay on it.
- Meanwhile, Coleman eats prison food.

4B. How's it goin'?

Fine, Detective.
Do you have a, uh, a moment for me?

- Yeah, come on.
- Several matters.

First, needless to say,
our tenants' readiness group...

is eager to hear your thoughts
tomorrow evening...

both on the building security
and personal safety measures.

Is there anything I can do
by way of advance preparation?

Will you have visual aids and the like
I can help to set up?

No, no visual aids.
I'll just be talkin' for a while.

Fine. I've arranged for
some refreshments and the like.

The other thing, Detective,
concerns...

the upcoming fifth anniversary
of my college graduation.

The alumni magazine has asked
each member of my class...

to write a brief account of what's
become of them in the intervening years.

And I find, surprisingly,
looking back, you know,

leaving home and moving
to New York and so forth,

that this incident
of getting robbed and beaten up...

and then dealing
with the man subsequently,

in a way taking back
my citizenship,

that whole experience has been
very formative for me.

I wonder if I can access
your police reports...

so I could write
the experience up.

- No.
- No?

I couldn't release them informally.
You'd have to fill out an application.

That would take a...

I really feel that those reports
would be useful to me.

4B, why don't you...

Why don't you concentrate on your
career highlights, your accomplishments?

Send that in to your yearbook. Why write
about a punk who tried to rob ya?

Because it's important to me.

I think you're getting
tied up in knots about this.

L-I disagree, Detective.

I feel as though the scales
have fallen away from my eyes.

I finally understand
this city, you know.

What it takes to deal with it,
how to meet it on its own terms,

what it takes to help others,
how others, they need to be helped.

This is not High Noon, 4B.

I have to say that
your reaction typifies...

what the average citizen
can expect from law enforcement.

A-A knowing,
haughty indifference.

I gotta go, 4B.

Me and my haughty indifference will be
at that tenant meeting tomorrow night.

Laurie.

Laurie?

Laurie! It's me, John.

Hi, Johnny.
There's a beer in the fridge.

Okay.

I'll just be a minute.

Can I get you a towel?

I can get one. Thanks.

Well, I just ran out of excuses
for comin' in there.

Since when did you
ever need an excuse?

I could cook for us here.

I thought we were
gonna go out.

- Okay.
- You're not hungry?

No, that's fine.

I think I can get work
with someone I went to school with.

- Jimmy Craig.
- James Craig who prosecutes narcotics?

Yeah, in the district
attorney's office.

You're kidding me.

No, I'm not kidding.

Are you nuts, Laurie?
Those people are scumbags.

- You don't know Jimmy Craig.
- I'm not talking aboutJimmy Craig.

I'm talkin' about
the people you prosecute.

I didn't realize
I needed a note from you.

I am not out in the streets so you can
wind up dealin' with creeps like that.

It's a job, John.
I'm not mud wrestling with them.

Look, I don't even know
if I'm going to do it.

Don't load me down with teenage
fantasies about making the world safe...

while I stay home and bake.

- It made me crazy while we were married.
- And that was just sex?

- You got in the shower with me.
- Did you push me away?

You're right.

This has to stop.

I just kept hoping
that we could remain close.

I mean, we've always been
each other's best friend.

- I wanna stay close.
- But we can't.

It's too complicated.
We can't stay inside the lines.

Perfect.

Yeah, this is DetectiveJohn Kelly
of the 15th Squad.

I have a shooting victim,
D.O.A.,

at 626 Park Avenue,
12th floor.

No, no apartment number.
The whole floor's an apartment.

You want some water
or something to drink?

- No.
- You want to tell me what happened?

He was drunk. Uh, we argued.

In fact, we argued about you.

He hit me, I went into the bedroom
and got the gun.

I came back
and told him to leave.

- He hit me again, and I shot him.
- Where'd you get the gun?

He gave it to me a year ago when another
apartment in the building was robbed.

Okay, so you went
into the bedroom and got it...

after he struck you
the first time?

- Yes.
- You tell him you were gonna do this?

No, he went to get a drink,
and that's when I got the gun.

Tell me again what happened
when you came out of the bedroom.

I told him to leave,
and he hit me.

- While you held the gun on him.
- Yes.

- Where did he hit you?
- In the face.

- How many times? Two, three?
- Several times.

- Three.
- Then what happened?

I pointed the gun
and shot him.

Did he grab at it
while you trained it on him?

No, I took a step back
and then I fired.

Okay.

Are you sure he hit you,
Mrs. Wagner?

Yes.

I'm surprised that you
would ask me that question.

I don't think you
should say any more.

What do you mean?

No new marks
or bruises on you.

The place is clean,
no sign of a struggle.

No contact wounds, powder residue
on your husband's body...

the way there would be
if he was shot at close range.

- I'm telling the truth.
- I don't know what happened tonight...

but you're not telling the truth,
so don't say any more.

Why are you talking
to me like this?

Because I've got to
take you in,

so shut up until you
speak to your attorney.

- How's it goin', Lieutenant?
- Good morning.

- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Good morning, Sergeant.

- How ya doin', Sarge?
- Hey, Detective?

We're throwin' a racket for Hanson
tomorrow. The kid's gettin' married.

All right, here.

Who caught that liquor store homicide
you were out on yesterday, Detective?

Walker. Uh, let me see.
Something come in?

Yeah.

And that's the guy
he collared's daughter.

You arrested my father yesterday.

The detective handling that
should be here any minute.

My father didn't rob that liquor store.
He didn't shoot those people.

- You sure about that?
- Yes.

I can prove it.

Um, here.

Let's go in there.

He was at home
when that robbery happened.

He, um...

He books numbers. He stays at home
till the number comes out.

The money helps with my medical bills.
It violates his parole.

- That's why he had $850 when we arrested him.
- Yes.

You were with him yesterday,
in the house the whole morning?

No, I was at the doctor's.
I have asthma. But I know he was home.

Okay, that's gonna be real helpful.

Are you going to let him go?

We're definitely gonna
keep looking into things.

Why can't you let him go?
I told you he was home.

Being at the doctor, you can't actually
verify your father's whereabouts.

I'm by myself now in that house.

- I'm alone there.
- We got other information coming in.

You keep a good thought how things
are gonna work out. Come on.

- You got any pets to keep you company?
- No.

I'm allergic.

Uh... I'm up late, so...

if you're worried about anything,
give me a call.

Anything come in about
that liquor store case?

Yeah. We got an anonymous tip
during the night.

Of course, you already know that,
don't you, Sipowicz?

Sarge told me
you looked at my messages.

Yeah, I glanced at it.
Someone calls in, heard somebody...

talkin' about pullin' that job,
we should check it out.

An anonymous tip from a gin mill pay
phone about an overheard conversation.

- Sounds very hot.
- All I'm saying is,

we should check that bar out, see if
anybody knows anything about that call.

Look, Sipowicz, what did you do?
Take a vow to make my life miserable?

We popped the guy who did this.

You don't come,
I'm goin' over there by myself.

Maybe you'd like that.
You could toss back a few shots.

Who drives?

I think Mrs. Wagner's patience and
courtesy have been abused long enough.

I'm sorry to detain you
for so long.

We had to collect
the crime scene report...

and medical examiner's findings.

Neither one support Mrs. Wagner's
account of the incident.

In addition, Detective Kelly states you
made an incriminating solicitation...

to him the night before.

Unless we get more information, we're
gonna have to arraign this as a murder.

Gentlemen, I'm not gonna try this case
in a detectives'squad room.

Let me assure you,
the absence of powder residue...

does not preclude
a close-range weapon discharge.

Nor does an apartment failing
to show signs of a struggle...

mean a struggle didn't happen.

As far as Mrs. Wagner's ostensibly
soliciting Detective Kelly...

to kill her husband,

it would take me five minutes
to convince a jury...

that was a confused
and ultimately innocuous remark.

So innocuous, in fact,
that at the time,

- the detective choose not to report it.
- Mrs. Wagner.

Talk to me, Detective Kelly,
and only to me.

On which subject,
you should also understand...

that since you failed to give
Mrs. Wagner her Miranda warning,

nothing she said to you
in her apartment last night...

is going to be
admissible in court.

She didn't need Miranda. When she
talked to me, she wasn't a suspect.

But when she became a suspect, I advised
her to keep quiet until she had counsel.

That's a difference of opinion
we'll take up before a judge.

And you're just dying to get
to bat on this one, aren't you?

- Pump up that bill.
- What do you think I should do?

He's not your lawyer,
Mrs. Wagner.

Mrs. Wagner, I can imagine
something like this...

Your husband came home.
He was loaded.

You were afraid you were gonna get
another beating, so you got the gun.

When you came out, you asked him
to leave, and he wouldn't.

Maybe he started toward you, and so
you shot him from across the room.

- It's not...
- Don't answer.

She's not gonna answer you,
Detective.

If that's the way it happened,
you better say so now...

because the D.A. Can write
this up as manslaughter.

A legal aid attorney can get you
easy time, maybe even off,

let alone a seven-figure ace
like this.

You're wasting everybody's time.

Mrs. Wagner,
don't underestimate us.

If you lie, we will nail you.

Tell the truth,
and I will testify for you.

I will verify that you'd been
beaten up the night before...

and you were
emotionally distraught.

- Detective...
- But this smart son of a bitch...

wants you to stick
to your story.

That's gonna land you in Rikers Island
with the whores and junkies.

Not him, you.
So you make the decision.

You're the one who's
gonna be doing the time.

Lieutenant, I want him out of this room
so I can consult with my client.

How's it going, guys?

Were you working here
last night?

- I come in 11:30, pick up receipts.
- Is this your place?

Yeah, night guy comes on around 7:00
if you want to talk to him.

We got information a phone call
was made from here last night,

may have a connection with a
robbery-homicide we're investigating.

Somebody overheard a guy
talkin'on that pay phone...

- about robbin'a liquor store yesterday.
- Is that right?

Night guy say anything to you?

Anybody talk to him about
overhearing a call like that?

No. Where'd you get
this information?

Look, I'll ask the questions.

- Hey, pal, were you in here last night?
- Don't involve me in this.

Is it a crime to have a beer
and read the paper?

Hey, hey, hey.
We're only asking you.

Did you hear somebody shootin' off
their mouth about pullin' a job?

Absolutely not.

I mind my own business.
I don't interfere.

And I expect to be treated
that way in return.

Okay, well, we just
received this hot tip,

and, uh, we're covering
all our bases.

Unless you got
any more questions.

- Wait here.
- What are you talkin' about?

- Wait. That's our guy at the bar.
- That skel by the phone?

You really are in warped
territory now, Sipowicz.

- Yeah, right.
- You got a serious case of dick-brain.

And I'm telling you that skel
at the corner knows something, huh?

He's lookin' for us. He's been sittin'
there waitin' for us to come in.

- Goddamn you. I've been waiting here...
- There he is.

Hey. Hey, pal. Hey, yo.
Hey, pal. Come on.

- I wanna ask you a question.
- What do you want? What have I done?

I just wanna talk to you. Just wanna
ask a question. What's your name?

Dwight. This is like the Gestapo,
like a World War II movie in Germany.

You phoned that tip in,
didn't you?

You left a message, and you've been
sitting, waiting for us to come in.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Listen to me, Dwight!

You made that call. I know it.
My partner knows it.

You know it. So let's stop
kidding each other, huh?

- I don't know anything, I don't wanna...
- Settle down.

Boy, you'd think a person
who lives alone and keeps to himself...

wouldn't get involved
in something like this.

You are involved, Dwight,
because you made that call.

Tell me what you know, we'll figure the
best way to keep your name out of it.

Come on!

All I know is that I
wish he would move out.

Who? Move out of where?

Frank Archer.
Out of the Delaware Arms.

- On 46th?
- Yeah.

Yeah, what? Come on.

What if I told you he fired a gun off
in his room the other night?

He shot a bullet into the wall.
I share that wall.

I have adult-onset diabetes.
How do you think I felt?

- What did he shoot the gun off for?
- Why ask me?

I'm the one foolish enough to see if he
was all right after I heard the gunshot.

"It works,"he says, as he's walking
down the hall with a gun in his hand.

Drunk as a skunk.
He's three sheets to the wind.

- That was the night before last?
- Yeah.

Then last night he walks
into the Shamrock, big as life,

being a big shot,

telling some woman on the phone
how he robbed a liquor store...

wearing a fake mustache,
and he just came into a lot of money.

He... He saw me.

He knew he nearly put me into
cardiac failure blowin' off that gun.

Do you think that he
bought a round for me?

- How tall is this guy, Dwight?
- Six-foot-three.

Till just recently,
I was a tenant here in the building,

but tonight I'm gonna be speaking
to you as a police officer...

about some of the things that you
can do to make yourselves...

and your building more safe.

On the table,
I've put some literature...

which talks about the different locks
and bolts we think are most effective...

and some of the precautions you
can take while entering and exiting...

the common areas of the building.

Elevators, hallways, stairs,
things like that.

In terms of the unpleasant reality
of actually being accosted,

most of you know that Mr. Goldstein
of apartment 4B...

just recently curtailed
the mugging career of a perpetrator...

who had victimized some
of the tenants here in the building.

Mr. Goldstein happened
to have a gun on him...

while he was doing his laundry,
and the thief attempted to rob him.

And he used it. And on that occasion,
it worked for him.

But I must tell you that we
don't think it's a good idea.

Our recommendation is,
give it up.

Whatever they're looking for...
money, jewelry... give it up.

Call us,
and we'll do our job.

Now, having said that,
having given you those warnings,

I want to say
don't live afraid.

Don't hide. Don't be angry.

And don't go out and look for vengeance
on those people who break the law.

Those are just other ways
of giving up your freedom...

the same way you would if you
were victimized by violence.

Now, it's easy for me to...
easy for me to stand here...

and say these things and tell you
how to live your lives,

tell you not to react to the things
that happen to you.

And I would never
put myself up as an expert...

on how to not hold on to things.

My, uh, my dad...

was shot down
on the streets, so...

I, uh, I tend to...

tend to be a little bit
more careful.

Maybe, uh, a little bit
overprotective...

To the point of, uh,

maybe cramping
another person's style.

Anyway, uh, my point is...

that, uh, this is your city.

This is your city,
not the bad guys'.

This is your life.

So be free.

Live it as free as you can,

and, uh, we'll be there for you.

And, uh, we'll try
not to get in your way.

Okay?

- Quit pushing me around.
- Come on!

- I didn't do anything.
- Nah, you didn't do anything.

We didn't find seven traveler's checks
endorsed to that liquor store...

Iying on the floor
of your pigsty room, huh?

This isn't a gun, and it doesn't
caliber-match with the piece...

that croaked those people
in that store.

It stinks from being just shot off.
But you didn't do anything!

And you didn't puke all over my shoes
and the bottom of my pants!

- You miserable piece of crap, you!
- Wait a second.

Here it comes again!

Here, get him in there.

How bad you gonna make me look on this?

- What are you talkin' about?
- Don't play with me.

I busted the wrong guy.
You got me by the balls.

Yeah, that's what I'm after.
I want all the credit.

I'm gonna climb over your back.
I'm hoping I can still make chief.

Look, you made a wrong I.D.

It happens.
Nobody's lookin' to hurt you.

As far as I'm concerned,
pickin' up this asshole was your idea.

Hey, you hit my shoes one more time,
I'm gonna fracture your skull.

- You got him?
- Yeah, I got him.

What was that?

New suspect in that liquor store
shooting. Note his height.

- Note the murder weapon.
- Way to go, Andy.

Yeah, anybody asks,
it was Walker's collar.

Team player that I am.

You going to Hanson's
racket tonight?

I'll stick my face in.

Mrs. Wagner's asked
to make a statement.

I want it on the record
that it's against advice of counsel.

I did not plan to kill my husband.

We were extremely unhappy
together.

We'd been unhappy
for a long time.

And I'd...
I'd often, I suppose...

I actually did often wish
that he would die.

I remember seven times
in the past few years...

that he beat me
with his fists very badly.

And I did frequently wish
that he were dead...

or that the relationship
would be over.

And I did say that
I wished he were dead...

and that if I had come home one night
and found him dead, I'd have been glad,

relieved.

But in no way was I asking
Detective Kelly...

to kill him.

Describe the events of the other night
that led to your husband's death.

He came home, and I knew he
was going to beat me...

because of the tone of his voice...

and look he had in his eyes.

And... And I was afraid.

The side of my...

Of my face and ear still ached...

and rang from where he'd hit me
the other night.

I went into the bedroom, got the gun
and told him that he had to leave.

Was it in your mind
at that point to shoot him?

No, it was not.

I wanted him to leave.
I just wanted him... to leave me alone.

Just... Just didn't want him
to hit me anymore.

Tell me, then what happened?

He started toward me, and I said,
Please leave. I mean it."

But he never paid
any attention to me, ever,

in all the years
that we were together.

And he came forward,
and I told him to stop.

I kept backing up, getting further
and further away from him.

And he laughed at me.

He took a step forward,
and I shot him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- What does that sound like?
- Manslaughter two.

What kind of time?

That would tend to be
the judge's decision.

Yeah, I know, but in terms
of what you would recommend.

A guess? Three years.

Which he might suspend.

That's a pretty soulful
look, Detective.

What'd she do to you?

Take a thorn out of your paw?

?Baby, I gotta believe ?

- # What you say is true ##
- Hey.

How's it goin'?

Hold that thought.

- Hey!
- Hey, congratulations.

Yeah.

- You made it. Come over here.
- Yeah.

Uh, no, I'm just
stopping in for a second.

Is Hanson gonna make it?

I saw him checkin' some bus schedules.
I don't think they mean anything though.

- Hey, look who's here.
- How you doin', Walker?

Fancy gave me the big "attaboy"before
for makin'that new collar.

- Is that right?
- I gotta hand it to you, Sipowicz.

- You stood up for me.
- No problem.

When I'm wrong about somebody,
I say so.

Hey, Walker, no problem.
Case closed.

You don't wanna be a blood brother,
huh?

I'm gettin' more ammo.
Have some. Come on.

- What are you havin'?
- Club soda.

LeeAnn, club soda
and another bourbon and rocks.

Okay.

- You married?
- Not anymore.

- I've been married 27 years.
- Here you go.

Twenty-six on the force.

- So you really are off the booze, huh?
- Yeah.

I like to throw a few back.
I like to have a few after 5:00.

Yeah, that's my line in the sand.

Nothing before 5:00.

That's how I stay on top of it.

Listen, I'm gonna get out of here.

Hey, uh, what's it like?

What do you mean?

You know. Gettin' off booze.

I got shot. I was unconscious.
I don't recommend the approach.

- You go to those meetings?
- No.

I'm doing it
by the seat of my pants.

I don't feel like I'm, uh,
qualified to give advice.

I don't need any advice.

I figure I stick with my line
in the sand, I'll probably be okay.

- You want a ride or something?
- I don't need any rides.

I always drive twice as careful
after I had a few.

- I'll see you, then.
- Yeah, see you.

- You gonna stick around?
- Nah, I'm gonna take off.

- All right. I'll talk to you later.
- Have a good time.

- Congratulations.
- Kelly.

He's okay, your partner.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Hey.

It's a free country, right?

Yeah.

I, uh,

heard how you went out of your way
for that society woman.

Yeah, well, I didn't do it
'cause she's a society woman.

All I'm saying...

is that you knew she didn't
plan to do what she did...

and found it in your heart
to try and understand.

What happened, John?

Did she have to confess
before you could forgive her?

- You've had too much to drink.
- Yeah.

And I'm only on my second one.
I am such an easy date.

I think you better
give me my rights.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I killed Marino and his driver.

- I don't want to hear this from you.
- I'm confessing.

- I'm in your hands.
- Did you hear what I said?

I killed them, and I think
that in time you will forgive me.

Here you go.

DetectiveJohn Kelly?
You got a phone call.

- How is he?
- He's shot in the stomach.

They're trying to get
an operating room.

What's happening?

This Goldstein
was on the D" train.

There's this kid holding up
a 46-year-old lady.

Goldstein's got this target gun,
tries to stop the kid.

The kid's got a gun too,
pops Goldstein twice in the belly.

- They catch anybody?
- No. Got two good descriptions though.

Hey. 4B.

Detective Kelly.

Detective Kelly, I-I got shot.

- Take it easy.
- I'm losin' blood.

I'm losing blood into the peritoneum,
the doctor said.

Just calm down, Mr. Goldstein.

I'm sorry.

He's gone.

PoorJosh.

I know.

I've gotta call his parents.

I don't know their names.
They live somewhere outside Cleveland.

Jack and Frieda Goldstein.

How do you know?

He told me.

Jack and Frieda Goldstein
of Shaker Heights, Ohio.