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- Come on, Carrie!
- It's okay, we're still in this.

Though it might help if you aimed
a little more for the gutter.

Come on, Moyer,
stop breaking her balls.

She's new here.

Ignore them.
You're doing great.

You can still pick up
the spare.

Yeah, I know
what I'm supposed to do,

it's actually doing it
that's the problem.

Forget the score.

You're here to meet friends.

You're part
of the NYPD family now.

Don't rub it in. And by the way,
I'm here because

a human arm can only
be twisted so far

before permanent injury.

197.

Focus.

Here I go.

Okay.

Bring it home, baby.

Wow! I did it!

So, obviously, you guys
are doing pretty well.

Listen, I want you
to keep keeping score,

but stop cheating,
all right?

Get out. It's embarrassing.
Good night.

Carrie, this guy
teaching you the ropes?

Yeah, you know,
it's not like Syracuse,

which he likes
to remind me.

Al burns, "big city cop,"
I love it.

Here we go.

His first six months when
he was working homicide

in the 116, I swear,
he thinks the BQE is a sandwich.

One time! It was one time!

Do you believe
I put up with

this guy as a partner
for five years?

Oh, you put up with me?

Yeah. For real,

without Jim, six months, I would
have been back in Syracuse.

Plus, he let me sleep on
his couch for five weeks

when a sublet fell through.

- Al says you're the real deal.
- Really?

Yeah. They could use
some murder police in the 117.

Get your numbers up?

We're doing just fine.

Hello?

Am I the only one bowling?
Adam?

Owner of a blue Dodge Durango...
- Jim, is that your truck?

- License plate RQ...
- Yeah, yeah, hell, that is me.

- Your lights are on.
- You know what?

I'll go with you.
I'm jonesing for a smoke.

Don't whine if I got a strike
on the board when you come back.

Yeah, in your
dreams, brother.

Just saying.

Was I wrong?

No.

Good guy, right?

Yeah, he's a great guy,

and he seems to really like you.

You sound surprised.

No, I'm not.

I'm happy for you. You made
a really good life here.

We got two
officers shot!

Call a 13!

I'm okay. Just help Kelly.

Al's with him.
Kelly's gonna be fine, okay?

Oh, God, Jim.

Hold on.

Hold on.
Oh, God!

Did anyone see the shooter?!

Hold on.

We'll get you some help.

Just breathe.
Focus on breathing.

Somebody get him a damn car!

Oh, hey. Chaplain called their
wives. They're on their way.

They're stabilizing Moyer. The
bullet lodged in the shoulder.

Kelly?

Al's in with him now.

It doesn't look good.

Carrie, is Al okay?

Al's okay. He's fine.

It's a couple of detectives
from the 116, Kelly and Moyer.

Jim Kelly?

Yeah.

We just had dinner with them.

Al...

No. No.

I can run to your place
and get you a new shirt.

It's okay. Stay with Sue.

I should be with her,
but knowing you are...

No, I can stay with her.

I should get on this.

I know. Go.

There's no way this was random.
This was a hit.

Kelly's car lights,
they weren't on.

That was just a lie to get him
out into the parking lot.

Have Roe follow up
with the bowling alley.

We need to I.D. the person
who phoned it in. How's Moyer?

He's still in surgery. We won't be able
to talk to him for a few hours.

I'll run Kelly's
case file.

See if anybody was recently
paroled or had a beef with him.

Maybe he was working on our
shooter for another crime.

Mike, it's the only case we're
working on till I say different.

We'll find 'em, Al.

I'm sorry.

Carrie, if there's anything else
you can remember...

Yeah, no, of course.
Absolutely.

All right, so we got paint residue
off the car they clipped.

The shooters were driving
a silver something.

So all I need from you
is a vehicle type.

Hey.

The guy who reported
Kelly's lights were on

called it in
to the snack bar.

Girl there couldn't make age
or ethnicity.

Okay, so let's call Mike.

- Get an emergency dump on the phone.
- Got it!

It's the right taillight
from a 2009 Escalade.

Yes. All right, let's get
an APB out on the car.

For what it's worth,
that SUV

was not at the bowling alley
when Al and I arrived.

I don't care
where he worked!

It falls under
our jurisdiction!

Al's never gonna give up
this case.

You know, Kelly saved his life.

And back when
they were partners,

they wanted to get
a little pizza.

So Al goes in
to get a couple slices

just as the place
is being held up.

Perp gets the drop on Al, but
Kelly was right behind him.

Boom.

We're keeping the case.

That's great.
Listen, you need

to change your shirt.

I will.

No, you need to do it now.
You're freaking people out.

Patrol found the SUV.

Okay, plates come back to
an address in Yonkers.

Owner reported it this
stolen two days ago.

You getting any prints?

None of value.

Looks like the shooter
wiped it down.

Could've been more
than one perp.

Yeah, except CSU found shell
casings from only one gun.

No, the gunshots and tire
screeches were simultaneous.

Hard to drive that fast
and shoot at the same time.

Our shooter,
he had a driver.

So we're looking
for two killers.

Hey, maybe they used that
to wipe it down.

These are from the snack bar
at the bowling alley,

and the receipt says
they're from last night.

If they had that
in the car, then...

It means one of our
killers came inside.

"Order 197."

You know, if might help

if you aimed a little more
for the gutter.

Moyer, stop
breaking her balls.

She's new here.

Woman Order 195.

Order 196.

197.

I saw him.

I saw one of the guys.

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Theo Walker, aka "Zippy."

What kind of genius comes
into a room full of cops

right before shooting
two of 'em?

Well, it was crowded in there.

Maybe he thought
he could blend in.

Age 18, took three drug
collars in the past two years.

He's no rocket scientist.

Zippy's name doesn't pop up

in any of Kelly
or Moyer's cases.

He does street-level
hand-to-hand sales.

Maybe he's trying to make his
bones by shooting a cop.

Guys, got an address on him.

Police! Show your hands!

Get him!

Hey, hey,
freeze, freeze!

Where you going, Zippy?!

I'm not Zippy!

That's Malcolm!
He's Zippy's brother!

Where's your brother?

- Get off me!
- Al.

Al!

When's the last time
you saw Zippy?

His name is Theo.
What did he do?

- We just want to talk to him.
- You busted down our door to talk?!

Hush! Hush!

You work for the city?

I taught fourth grade.
I'm retired now. So?

So I'm sorry about all of this,
okay?

It's just we need to find Zi...
Theo. He's in real trouble.

If we don't find him,
his life could be in danger.

He only uses this address
for mail.

I kicked him out a year ago.

- Why?
- Because he was dealing.

And I didn't want him dragging
his brother down with him!

You know where Zippy works,
any of his friends?

He works around here,
for a dealer named Leshawn.

Leshawn got a last name?

I bet he does, but
I don't know it.

We'll
check with narcotics.

Elaine.

Slow down, slow down.

Internal affairs showed up 45
minutes ago with a search warrant.

They're taking Jim's files,
his computer.

- What the hell?
- They say why?

- Not to me.
- Sue, are you okay?

Al, why are they
doing this to us?

I don't know
what they're doing.

All right, all right.

You in charge here?

- Who are you?
- Al Burns, Queens homicide.

Lieutenant Willard,
Internal Affairs.

You have business here,
detective?

Mrs. Kelly just lost her husband
in the line of duty.

- I'm aware of that.
- You tossed her house anyway?

This how police
treat their own?!

Detective, you want
to cool down?

We're investigating
detective Kelly's murder.

If the reason
Internal Affairs is here

affects our investigation,
we need to know.

The details of my investigation

are not available
to you at this time.

They think Kelly's dirty.

Leshawn Doyle.

According to Narcotics, Leshawn
got to town six years ago.

Started with Carlos Demao
up in the Bronx,

and now he's the major player
in Queensbridge.

Controls almost
all the corners.

No way Leshawn took over a territory
that big without dropping bodies.

He's suspected
in numerous murders,

but nobody's been able
to make a case stick.

Well, there's got to be
another connection.

The guy's not taking out
two cops for no reason.

There is a connection.
According to the D.A.'s office,

Kelly and Moyer were looking at Leshawn
for a double homicide six weeks ago.

A couple of corner boys got
gunned down in Jackson Heights.

Both victims worked
for Leshawn's rivals.

Okay, so we're thinking
this guy ordered a hit

against the cops
investigating him.

Yeah, but here's the thing.

Kelly and Moyer collared
somebody else for the murders.

Leshawn's been cleared.
According to the D.A., he was.

Let's go back
to the investigation.

Let's look at Moyer and Kelly's
case files,

their interviews, notes.

There's got
to be something.

Boss, Kelly's case files
have been restricted.

Okay. We all know I.A.'s been
sniffing around Jim Kelly.

I say good luck to them.

Jim was my friend, and I want
the guys that killed him.

I'm not scared of I.A.

I don't give a rat's ass
about their investigation.

Anyone who does
is welcome to leave.

Good.

There's a connection
to Leshawn Doyle, let's find it.

I'll be at the hospital.

Hey.

How are you doing?

Moyer's up and around.
I'm heading over there.

That's great.

But you... how are you doing?

How do you think?

It's everywhere.

Apparently, I.A. was down
in the garage last week

wiring up Kelly's car.

They're whispering
about it in there.

Jim didn't deserve this.

I know.

- I'm not wrong about this.
- I know.

You actually remembered it was
a '69 Skylark up on the lift?

- Yeah.
- Not a '68 or a '70?

The '68 has different
grill work.

A couple of cold
ones down here?

The kids would have gotten away
with it if you hadn't been there.

Well, lucky I appreciate
a good buick.

Really? This place?

I thought Joe's, but Foley was talking
about their garlic fries last week.

People are gonna
find out eventually.

Maybe by then,
we won't care.

Hey, Al!

Fancy meeting you here. Hey.

You look great.

Nice outfit.

Who's the lovely one?

Uh, Carrie Wells.

Patrick Burns.

Al's dad.
My, my, my.

What're you doing
with this loser?

Pat.

Hi, Julie.

You remember Julie Ann?

- Julie, you remember my son.
- You got 20 bucks?

Can you wait in the car,
honey, please?

They don't take credit car...

can you wait in the frickin' car
if you don't mind? Thank you.

- Just go home, would ya?
- Yeah, you know, you should come over

and check it out sometime.

We're living over there
in Salt Springs now.

- Yeah, how's that treating you?
- Not so good.

I don't like it.
It's got a lot of mosquitoes.

You got 20 bucks?
I'm a little short right now.

If you don't mind.

That's a good boy.
I really miss you.

But you, oh, boy,

you I love.

- Say hello to your ma.
- Go home.

Al, your mother.

Did you talk to Al?

Yeah.

No, I mean, I-I tried.

Yeah, well, reality
can be an ugly thing.

- Do you think Kelly was dirty?
- What do I know?

That was the son of a bitch?

Goes by the street name Zippy.
You ever see him before?

No, and he better
hope I never do.

We think he was sent
by Leshawn Doyle.

The dealer from Queensbridge?

You liked Leshawn
for that double

in Jackson Heights, right?

Yeah, but only briefly.

Wound up collaring some

low-level punk
for that one.

- Actually, wound up collaring himself.
- What do you mean?

We found our perp O.D.'d on the same
junk that he stole from his victim.

The gun that we found on
him matched the double.

- Could Leshawn still think he's a suspect?
- No, there's no way.

His lawyer was all over us
to clear him, though.

Leshawn knows that
we moved past him.

Can you think of any other reason why
he'd have a beef with you or Kelly?

Al, I never even met
the scumbag.

And I'm pretty sure that
Kelly never did either.

There's another thing.

You hear about I.A.?

You know that there's
no truth to that.

I know they're wrong, but I.A.
doesn't jam people up for no reason.

And if that reason has anything
to do with why Jim was killed...

We talking alone here?

- It's just between us.
- I know.

Allegedly some guys from my squad,
they lifted some cash from a scene.

The victim was
a scumbag.

It was a public
service homicide.

How much did they take?
Allegedly?

100, 150.

But Kelly had nothing
to do with it, Al.

He's the most honest
cop I ever met.

And as soon as I get out of
here, I'm gonna kick some ass.

I'll save some for you.

All right.

Hey, how's Moyer?

Tough guy.
He'll pull through.

How about you?

How about we don't
talk about me?

Moyer isn't liking
Leshawn for this.

Well, then he's
in the minority.

Roe just talked to Narcotics,

and both Zippy and Leshawn
were seen together

just a few hours
before the shooting.

- All roads lead back to Leshawn.
- What's he doing here?

Burns, I need to talk to you.

Okay.

In private.

Detective, there's
no easy way to say this.

If Jim Kelly gave you something
that belonged to him

to hold on to, now would
be the time to tell me.

Like what exactly?

If you're in possession
of any evidence,

and you fail to disclose
that to me now...

Lieutenant, you refuse
to share anything

that could aid our
investigation,

and then you barge in here and
accuse me of obstructing yours?

I understand you had
a history with Kelly.

And I respect that loyalty,

but I have seen a lot of good
men go down because of loyalty.

You threatening me?

Take your shot, Willard.
I'm an open book.

Easy, Burns.

Easy.

Jim never gave me a thing.

Okay.

Okay.

This isn't coming from me.

Affairs believes that
Kelly was tipping off

Leshawn Doyle on drug raids.

That he was leaking
the Narcotic's TAC plan.

No way.

Jim wouldn't even have
access to those.

He was homicide.

We're seeing him log in
with a stolen password

to gain access
to the system.

You've been digging
into his finances.

You know.

Kelly's in debt
up to his eyeballs.

Because Sue has cancer.

They maxed out their insurance.

You explain to me how he pays
the hospital bill in full...

27 grand cash.

I don't know, but I know Kelly.

He never would have gotten into
bed with a scumbag like Leshawn.

Not even to save his wife?

You didn't know him like I do.

Detective, have a good day.

I'm supposed to
pick out a casket.

Hopefully the department
will still pay,

given what they're
saying about Jim.

I need your help, Sue.

I, uh, I know you and Jim
were having some money issues

after you came home
from the hospital.

Damn cancer.

Sometimes I wish
I hadn't beat it.

No, don't talk like that.

Jim recently
came into some money.

Used it to pay off
your medical bills.

Any idea where he got it?

Jim handled our finances.
I have no idea.

Sue, please.

Think. I need your help
to clear Jim's name.

What does it matter?

Clearing his name isn't
going to bring him back.

I'm not going to let people
tell lies about him

when he's not here
to defend himself.

You're a good friend.

But don't stick your
neck out for Jim.

He would have done
the same for me.

No, I'm saying you
shouldn't stick your neck out.

Jim is a good husband.

If he was doing something wrong,
he was doing it for me.

You don't think Jim...

I don't know where
Jim got the money.

The bank owns this house.
Our credit cards are all maxed.

But the last several months,
Jim was more and more on edge.

He was working
on something.

What?

He was bringing
files home with him.

- Did I.A. get them yesterday?
- No.

Jimmy hid them too well.

You know where they are.

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Damn.

Maybe it's not
what it looks like.

This looks a
lot like crack.

And this is the tactical plan

for a raid against one of
Leshawn's dope houses.

Kelly stole it from the
database, just like IA said.

- Al, we don't know...
- What?

That the guy was dirty
as a subway toilet?

Sure we do.

Roe.

Hey.

Thanks, Fern.

You were right.

Traced the Skylark
to a chop shop in Montreal.

I got this.

Okay.

You know what, let me get it.

It's okay.

Hey, really.

He wasn't always like that.

You should've seen him
when I was a kid.

I thought he was
a movie star, an astronaut.

President of
the United States.

Then his business went South.

Booze made it worse.

Yeah, it always does.

Guy had everything.

Looks, brains,
love of a good woman.

The best.

I'm sorry.

Not a question of sorry.

I trusted the man.

I loved him,
made myself into him.

He's inside me, you understand?

Yeah.

But I don't care.

Doesn't matter.

I love you.

How can you?

Because I do.

I owe you for the beers.

No. No.
You got to let a girl

buy you a drink
every once in a while.

Now, that's hard.

No one said
it was gonna be easy.

Zippy's dead.

Narcotics detectives
from the 116 caught up to him.

So, detective, when did you
first see the suspect?

My partner and I were
working our usual B&B.

Subject approached us
to make a buy.

That's when I
recognized him

as the suspect
in detective Kelly's murder.

Did you try to arrest him?

He resisted.

Well, Zippy won't be
rolling over on Leshawn.

Have ballistics rush the test.

That could be the gun
that killed Kelly.

Wow, they really
unloaded on him, huh?

That's what happens
when cops find cop killers.

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Hey, Mike.

Come here and look at this.

Al found all this stuff
in Kelly's house.

So these are the files
that Kelly stole?

So Al told you.

Yeah, well, we go back a ways.

Right. Okay, look.

These are all the narcotics
arrests made in the 116

over the last
six months.

See anything wrong?

They look like they're doing
pretty good.

Except right here.

Almost seven months, only
two arrests in this area

he marked off.

- Is that Leshawn's territory?
- Yeah.

So, Leshawn's dealers
are getting a free pass,

his rivals are
arrested or killed.

See, I think Leshawn is
working with dirty cops,

but I don't think
Kelly was one of them.

The two detectives... the
ones who shot, uh, Zippy...

What are their names?

Uh, a couple of guys
out the 116.

R. Franco and A. Cantone,
by any chance?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Franco and Cantone.

Okay. Their names are
all over these files,

circled on every single one.

Kelly was looking at other cops?

That's why he stole
the password.

He didn't want anyone to know.

All right, we got to tell Al.

Let's just make sure I'm right
before we get his hopes up, yeah?

How we gonna do that?

Man, you kicked out
my taillight!

Don't worry, Leshawn.

Just gonna hold
onto this.

All right.

How long we supposed
to keep them here?

As long as it takes.

Hey.

Can I buy you
guys a drink?

No, maybe I should
buy you a drink.

Uh, no, this is on behalf
of all of us at the 117.

Hey, can we get another round
here, please? Thank you.

Got supermodels on the job.
Look at this.

No, actually
I'm a homicide detective.

Carrie Wells.

Rick Franco.

Yeah, yeah.

- Queens homicide.
- Tony Cantone.

Yeah, yeah, I
know who you are.

It's good to shake
your hand, guys.

You guys really did us a
solid taking out Zippy.

Ah, scum like him?
Good riddance, you know.

Yeah. And Leshawn... you
got him freaking out.

We just collared him
for Kelly's murder.

Yeah. I don't follow.
Leshawn Doyle?

Yeah, yeah.
We got this tip

that, uh, he was the one
who gave Zippy the hit.

Thank you.

Wait, so the guy we got's
just the shooter?

Apparently, there are
other people involved.

Leshawn's ready to make a deal,
he's gonna name names.

All thanks to you guys.

Nice.
Drink to that, right?

Cheers.

Bam. Ooh!

All right, I can't stay.
I got to go.

Take care, all right?

- Take care.
- Yeah, you, too.

Oh!

Looks like somebody's
desperate to reach you, buddy.

We thought it was

the best way to handle it.

Detective Moyer,
how you doing?

I'm good.

You picked up Leshawn
for Kelly's murder?

No. No, we detained him
on a traffic violation.

Then why are 20 guys
calling to ask me

why we're offering
him a deal?

Oh, 'cause it worked.

What worked?!

We were testing a theory.

So I lied to two detectives.

I told them we were
flipping Leshawn.

If you're getting
calls asking about that,

it means they're trying
to find out

if Leshawn really is
flipping on them.

Wait a minute,
what other detectives?

What the hell
is going on?

Listen to me.
You were right.

Kelly wasn't on the take.

He was investigating
two cops who were.

Two narc guys out of the 116.

Franco and Cantone?

Yeah, Kelly figured out
that they were helping Leshawn

corner the drug market
in Queensbridge.

They would take drugs
from other busts

and give them
to Leshawn to sell.

That crack you found
in his duffle...

That was from
one of Leshawn's dealers.

He was getting it tested
to see if it matched

the stuff that you guys found
at that double homicide.

That's what got him
into all of this.

He never said anything to me.

I'm supposed to be
his damn partner.

He kept me in the
dark, too, Stan.

Jim wasn't the type to point
a finger at other cops.

Not unless
he was sure.

So, if Cantone
and Franco discovered

that Kelly was onto them...

They may have asked
Leshawn to kill him.

Hey.

So, Zippy's phone wasn't used
to call the bowling alley,

but the lab lifted

another set of prints
off the gun.

You were right.

Zippy had a partner.

Jerome Dixon?

Goes by the name of J-dog.

There's no address on file.

You want me to put in
a want card for him?

No. We need to find J-dog
ourselves, keep him alive.

So, you said you talked
to this Zippy's younger brother?

Malcolm. He wasn't much help.

Well, I knew all
my older brother's friends,

where they hung out.

And if I thought that
any one of them were responsible

for my brother's death?

We got to get this guy
in a room.

Malcolm, you remember

detective Burns.

And this is detective Moyer.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, sure.

So, Malcolm wants to
make a statement, right?

J-dog dragged
my brother into it.

Zip didn't know
he was gonna shoot a cop.

I'm afraid it's a little
too late for Zip now, son,

so if there's anything that
you would like to tell us,

now would be the time.

Hold on, Malcolm.

How do you know what Zippy
knew about the shooting?

He told me.

They were laying low,

Zip and J-dog,

and I was bringing them food.

Zip and J-dog
were together?

Yeah. And if Zip
would've just stayed put,

he would've been safe.

Where is J-dog right now?

Malcolm.

Nobody else has to die.

Just tell them what you know.

Okay?

There's this condemned building
down in Maspeth.

J-dog's in there.

Least he was yesterday.

I can show you on a map.

Malcolm said they were
camping out on the far side.

Good, let's go get this
son of a bitch. Come on.

Cool it.

I mean it.

Malcolm just confessed
to hindering the prosecution.

Didn't even ask for a lawyer.

Grandmother said
detective Moyer promised

he wouldn't
face charges.

Wait a second.

Al didn't say anything
about a deal.

I guess he promised
her no time.

Old lady trusted him, since
he used to coach Malcolm

in the police
athletic league.

Malcolm, you remember
detective Burns.

And this is
detective Moyer.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, sure.

Malcolm introduced himself
to Moyer

like they'd never met before,
and Moyer did not correct him.

Well, who knows.

P.A.L. was a while ago, no?

And when did Moyer get time

to make a deal with anyone
about anything?

He was with Al the whole time.

Can you pull up
his personnel file?

Yeah.
What's the matter?

It was Moyers's idea
to bring in Malcolm.

And Malcolm just happens
to know where J-dog is?

Moyer's file.
What am I looking for?

- He worked in Narcotics, right?
- Hold on.

Yeah, before he joined homicide.

He ever work with Franco
or Cantone?

It doesn't look like
they were assigned to...

Oh, my God. 2001.

Moyer was
Cantone's training officer.

Listen, I want you to keep keeping score,
but stop cheating, all right?

Get out. It's embarrassing.
Good night.

So, Carrie, this guy
teaching you the ropes?

Yeah.

Al Burns,
"big city cop," I love it.

His first six months when he
was working homicide in the 116,

I swear he thinks the
BQE is a sandwich.

One time! It was one time!

Do you believe I put up with this
guy as a partner for five years?

Oh, you put up with me?

Owner of a blue Dodge Durango,

license plate RQD-760,

your lights are on.

Mike and Roe are at that bar
where Moyer sent them to,

but there's no sign
of Franco or Cantone.

That's because Moyer
is working with them.

He's leading Al into a trap.

Moyer.

It's Franco and Cantone.

Damn it!
How did they know we were here?!

Just get backup.
I'll get J-dog.

Alone?

If they get to him first,

they'll kill him.

Police!

J-dog,
listen to me!

Zippy's dead!

And the cops who killed him
are coming here to kill you!

Put your gun down.
Let me take you in.

You're gonna kill me!

You can't testify
if you're dead.

I need you alive.

How do I know you ain't lying?

What choice do you have?!

If you stay here,
you're a dead man.

Okay.

Okay.

Slide your gun to me.

Hands up. Hands up.

Turn around.

Moyer!

Stan... Moyer?

He's here?

Al?

Al, where are you?!

We're out of time.

Al, I need help over here!

Police! Drop your weapons!

Hey, we're police, too.
Take it easy.

Oh! We got a man down here!
We're on the job!

Not for long.
You're under arrest

for the murder
of detective Kelly.

Coming out!
Hold your fire!

How'd you know?

Oh, you know, this memory thing
of mine comes in handy sometimes.

Kelly deserved better.

He had better.

♪ But I ask this time
will I ever get ♪

♪ to come back home to Queens? ♪

Okay, why are we having
a wake in a bowling alley?

Ah, it's what Jim wanted.

He loved this place.

♪ Just one returned
that September morn... ♪

I wanted to apologize.

The 27k in cash was
from his boat.

Kelly sold his boat
to pay the hospital bill.

You go through Kelly's duffle?

Yeah. Funny thing, that duffle
just appearing

like that at the house.

Yeah, I guess.

Point being,
Kelly was clean.

We made a mistake.

Anything I can do?

There is.

Tell it to his widow.

♪ Through breezy point
to rockaway ♪

♪ we drank and sang our songs ♪

Nice turnout.

He was a good man.

A good detective.

Yeah. Movie star, astronaut.

I got a feeling I don't want
to go there.

Well, I got a feeling
you already have.

No, you should be proud.

You did good.
You came through for him.

I lost faith.

You never did.

No. I had faith in you.

Al.

Buy you a beer?

♪ Tell Sean and Courtney,
please? ♪

♪ I wish I could touch your face
and be back home in Queens ♪

So, Wells, I'm having
this problem

with my eight-ten split.

I mean, I'm hitting the pocket,

but I think I'm getting
too much headspin.

You have a
thoughts on this?

As a matter of
fact, yes, I do.

Everyone! To Jim Kelly.

Jim Kelly!

Jim Kelly!

- Jim!
- Jim!

♪ I can see all in this room ♪

All right, come on.
Let me show you.

The 8-10 is
kind of tricky.

You might want
to move a couple boards out

and get more hand
behind the ball.

Either that,
or it's your spin.

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