All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S06E12 - Whats Up, Chuck (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

DOA, male white, about 25,
shot in the head.

You got any witnesses?

Guy over there
said he saw him dumped out of a van.

Witness's name Eric Horstead.

Get this with me.

There's a family here says
their daughter's missing.

- They want to talk to a detective.
- We'll take it.

Let's see.

DOA's Frank Leary.

Four hundred bucks, watch and wallet.

No robbery.

I'm at work by 6:00 a.m.

Sondra and mama, they work
from 12:00 midnight to 8:00 at the hotel.

Normally when they get home,
Tonya's already gone to school.

So yesterday, they don't realize
that Tonya ain't been there.

When did you realize it?

When this fool A.J. takes
a break from his TV watchin'

to say he never saw Tonya
leave that morning.

That's right. It's true.

See, I usually see her go around

- 8:00 in the morning.
- If you're awake, you mean.

- You don't work, A.J.?
- No, he got a job.

He sits on the couch
and waits for his check.

- That's his job.
- What kind of check?

Uh, lawsuit settlement.

- You called Tonya's friends?
- We went looking last night,

and then this morning we started calling.

You go looking, too, A.J.?

Huh? No.

Why don't you finish up those calls?
If you don't have any luck,

you can come see us at the squad.

Bring us a list of Tonya's friends
and usual places.

We can do that.
Come on, baby. Come on.

Thank you.

I'm making a sales visit
in that office building, dental supplies.

I take the back way out
because my next appointment's on 15th.

So, you're in the alley
when this happened?

Hmm, no. Just as I'm opening the door,
I think I hear shots.

Now what's amazing is,

you think your instincts would tell you
run away, seek safety.

- Mine tell me go out, see what happened.
- That is amazing.

Huh.

Uniform said you saw a van
leaving the scene.

That's right. I think
he was dumped from that van.

Uh, you remember the color,
any other type description?

Let's see, silver van,
phone number on the side.

- I took it to be a livery.
- You remember the number?

Uh-uh, wasn't looking for a ride.

Here's our card. If you think
of anything else, give us a call.

Wonder where Andy
and Sorenson went.

Are you turnin' it?

It's totally dead.

Great. This guy's battery is totally dead,
just like his brain.

Yeah. The guy pulled within six inches
so we can't back around him.

Yeah, watch me get some more space.

Oh, look. Don't back into him, Andy.
We'll be fillin' forms for six hours.

Hey! Come here! Come here, you!
Hey! Hey! Come here!

- What'd I tell you? Huh?
- Can you cut me some slack.

Yeah. I did, and you ignored me.
Now, you gimme this!

For cryin' out loud! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Come on!

An amputee scam is one thing.
Don't call yourself a Vietnam vet.

Can I get my prosthesis back?

Sure.

Show up at the station house sometime
with one of your legs cut off.

That's right, pal! Keep starin' at me
instead of movin' your truck,

you'll be wearin' this for an earring.

It's gonna be one of them kinda days?

- I'm Detective Medavoy.
- My mother said you were at the house.

Uh, yeah, we didn't get an answer there.

She don't open the door for no one,
but she got the card you left.

This is my partner, Detective Martinez.

- Hi. How ya doin'?
- How's it goin'?

- All right.
- Why don't you come back here?

- This is my middle brother, John.
- How ya doin'?

In here.

- You have another brother, Frank?
- Yeah.

He's our kid brother.

We've, uh, got some hard
news for you, I'm afraid.

Frank was killed this morning.

No, Frank is out with my van.

Stop that!

We need you to look at a picture.

- Oh!
- Is that your brother?

- Yes.
- Put that away!

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- What son of a bitch did this?

- You say Frank had your van?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I leased it for him

To set him up with his livery business.
Supposed to keep him out of trouble.

Now did someone go and steal it?

- A witness saw a van leaving the scene.
- Yeah! Some son of a bitch.

Frank say what kind
of fare he had this morning?

LaGuardia Airport.

Any idea who he might've been taking?

John, pull yourself together.
We'll find who did this to Frankie.

- Who could've done this?
- What? Do you think they know?

Well, uh...

Do you have any l... I mean...

Let me save us some time.
Do you have any leads?

- My little brother wants to know.
- No leads as yet.

Okay, Johnny? Any more questions?

- No.
- Fine.

I got a funeral to arrange.

- Where can we reach you?
- Leary roofing.

We're working out over there.

- That's some look.
- Which?

The look on your mug just before
you ripped his leg off his body.

Next time he'll write on
his street beggar's sign

"using fake stump to hustle,"
instead of "amputee war veteran."

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- Uh, John Irvin.
- Yeah, I remember.

- Do you have a moment?
- Sure.

Dolores Mayo is in terrible trouble.

That seems like her new ambition
she's pursuin'.

Two weeks ago, Friday,
she asked me to cat-sit,

while she went to Atlantic City
for the weekend.

- I haven't heard a word from her since.
- Who'd she go with?

Uh, I feel I have
to be completely candid.

- Dolores was hookin'?
- Yes.

And I think she may
have had a premonition,

that she was in danger
because she very specifically

gave me the name of her client, which is
the first time she's ever done that.

- She's been on her new job a little while.
- What was the client's name?

- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Good morning.

Um, Malcolm Cullinan,
of the Cullinan Wing.

Cullinan Wing?

Uh, the Cullinan family,

are major benefactors
of the contemporary art museum.

I tried contacting Malcolm Cullinan
at his office,

for the past 11 days.

- Oh, I bet that was productive.
- What?

The two of you, uh,
keep missing each other?

I thought he might call me back.
Initially, I was very discreet, but,

finally, two days ago,
after about 20 messages were ignored,

I wrote him a confidential letter,

telling him that if he
did not contact me by noon today,

I would take steps
to publicize the situation.

Um, a, uh...

A James Sinclair contacted me
at 7:30 this morning,

- saying he wanted to talk.
- She's dead.

- What are you saying?
- Um, I don't mean, uh, she's dead.

Oh, that's who a guy like
this Cullinan would hire,

no matter what the situation was, no?

Sinclair's a pretty powerful
criminal attorney.

They probably sicced him
on you to scare you.

How this Sinclair missed
bein' on O.J.'s team,

will be a mystery for the ages.

He's the only shyster
scumbag didn't belly up on that one.

So, how'd you leave it with Sinclair,
John?

He told me he wanted
to talk to me here at 9:30.

- Why don't you work at this desk?
- Would that be all right?

Yeah.

- Frankly, I feel a little over my head.
- Yeah, take a seat over there, John.

Should I get my message pad from upstairs?

You're all set up over here.
You can forward anti-crime's calls.

- Did you ever see this Sinclair?
- No, how will I recognize him?

Huh!

First guy comes in
looks like a hairless rat...

...you give him a big hello
and introduce yourself.

Fifteenth Detective Squad.

If all Sinclair wants to do
is rap John on the knuckles,

he sends a lackey.

And he'd do it in private, no?

This Cullinan, did something bad
to this girl, you mark my words.

Murderer!
We bringin' in a murderer!

My head! You watch my head!

Hey! Hey! Take it easy! Take it easy!

He confessed!
He killed my niece, Tonya!

- I'm gonna faint right here.
- Somebody help my daughter!

- What's going on, Sondra?
- A.J. says he killed her.

- No, no, I said I dreamed that.
- We went home to make some calls.

He admitted he had sex
with her and he killed her.

I dreamed we had sex.

Okay, A.J., upstairs.

Will you guys be careful
of my head?

Sitting on the couch for two years,
all you do is flip channels.

- All right, it's over.
- He lays up, he flips.

Come to find out,
he's gettin' over on Tonya!

Hey, hey! We got him now.

We got it.

Guess I really messed up
tellin' Derrick about that dream.

Let's talk about your dream, A.J.

Wait a minute. Now, look, ladies,
I can't control my dreams.

No, we know.
But we'd like to hear about it.

All right, wanna hear about it,
I'll tell ya.

I dreamed that, um...

Tonya and me had sex
on the beach.

And did Tonya willingly have sex with you?

Yeah. I was her first.

And I know it must've
hurt some, but, um...

I knew she was glad.

Then afterwards, what?

We was layin' on the rug,
you know, talkin'...

and Tonya said she wanted
to go away with me.

Where'd she wanna go?

She asked if I could
Take her someplace warm.

You know, like...

like Jamaica.

And I promised that I would
take her away forever.

Where'd this happen, A.J.?

- At the beach.
- Well, you say the beach...

but you also say the rug.

- Which one is it?
- I don't know. It's fuzzy.

I take these anti-seizure meds,

and you know, they make
everything a little fuzzy.

And that's for your head injury.

No, I also got a slow-growin'
benign tumor in my head.

Oh.

That's been the holdup
on... on my settlement.

Because the city is saying
that I've got this pre-existing situation.

- Okay, A.J. About Tonya.
- What?

Is it possible, your encounter with her
wasn't a dream?

Maybe it was real?

I don't know. Maybe.

When you told her
you'd take her away forever,

did you do something to her?
Hurt her?

- No, I... I would not hurt her.
- Maybe accidentally,

- not knowing your own strength.
- No.

- I mean, it's so fuzzy.
- Do you know where she is now?

- Maybe I do.
- Where?

She's at the Stanley Apartments,
over on 14th.

- You have a room there?
- No, I used to have a job there.

And they've got this basement,
where there's a boiler.

And it's really hot there,

and I knew she would
be warm like in Jamaica.

So I put her in the trash chute
at the bottom.

Wash up over there.

Those asshole Learys came outta nowhere
and beat the hell outta me.

Yeah.

- How do you know them?
- I don't.

I went out to go get some coke
and crackers for my upset stomach,

and they accosted me outside my building.

They say anything?

Yeah, the older one,
puts me up against the wall,

starts givin' me the third degree,

sayin' I must've fouled up
his brother's van.

Which is possibly true,

if his brother's the one that drove me
to the airport this morning.

- Which airport?
- LaGuardia.

I was supposed to go to Florida today,
but I felt so lousy, I took a taxi home.

Then when I momentarily
feel well enough to go out,

here come these two assholes,
who knock me around.

The older one says
that I killed his brother,

which is crazy.

Then thank God,
the cops come and save my life.

- Uh-huh.
- Couple of maniacs.

Not sayin' what they did
was right, Jay,

but their little brother
got killed this morning.

The one that drove me?

So you can imagine how they might
not be thinking straight.

They kicked me, they beat up on me,
they made fun of my jacket.

They were probably very overwrought.

I should be able
to walk to the market

without getting attacked.

No, you're absolutely right,
and we're gonna talk to them.

Are they going to jail?

Look, we'll lock them up,
if that's what you want us to do.

Good.

But keep in mind,
they just lost their brother.

And what they did, even though
it was absolutely wrong,

was them bein' under emotional distress.

- So, now I'm the jerk if I press charges?
- I'm just tellin' you the situation.

Just tell me this,
was this about my lip rings?

Absolutely not.

Forget it. I... I don't feel well enough
for this.

Is that the way out?

Same way you came in.

I think it's time for another
conversation with the brothers Leary.

Mr. Sinclair.

Mr. Irvin, the matter
that apparently concerns you

will be disposed of
after I speak with your colleagues.

If after that, you have
any perverse inclination

to persist in harassing my client,
you and I will have a conversation.

My only gambling
is a 2.0 Nassau when I golf.

But if you would've told me five years ago
that you'd still be alive and ambulatory,

- I'd have laid you any odds.
- My partner, Danny Sorenson.

We all need to chat.
Is the riding DA available?

Even as we speak.

Let's go, Counselor.

Two weeks ago, my client
Malcolm Cullinan

went to Atlantic City.

With a prostitute
by the name of Dolores Mayo.

Don't call her a prostitute.

I'll call her the dowager princess.
What do you want me to call her?

Do not disrespect her.
She worked in this house.

My client, not being a drug user,

completely naive
about the drug subculture,

had no idea Ms. Mayo was a heroin addict,
till he got to Atlantic City.

Asshole.

Young man, this is the first time
you and I have had dealings together.

You might take on faith
what your volatile partner here

has learned through experience.

Behave yourself

Or ADA Cohen and I will adjourn
to a more congenial setting.

My client often times video tapes
his sexual activities,

with the full knowledge of his partners.

As it turns out,
the video camera was running

while Ms. Mayo independently
and voluntarily shot up.

And subsequently died.
It's all on the tape.

The tape show him tryin'
to revive her? Call 9-1-1?

Do you attempt to revive
every junkie you see

passed out in Tompkins square park?

Don't call her a junkie
and don't call her a prostitute!

Being a man of a certain social standing,

and out of concern for his wife
and children, my client panicked.

Removed the corpse from the hotel,
and buried it in the Meadowlands.

Um, this was out of panic
and concern for his family.

It didn't have nothin' to do
with the hotel room bein' in his name.

This is my proffer, ADA Cohen.

After a joint viewing of the videotape,
my client will make a statement.

Make himself available for a full,
open, honest debriefing.

In exchange for your agreement

to the unclassified misdemeanor
of disposal of a body.

With your recommendation
for probation and a fine.

I assume your client has no prior
criminal history?

None.

Let's get outta here.
We know what he's gonna say.

Let me take it to my boss.

Said he'd be out in a minute.

Well, what's he doin' in there?

You don't think he knows the news
that's comin', Andy?

Locks himself in the bathroom.
Avoidin' things don't make 'em any better.

How's it goin'?

She's dead, isn't she?

- Dolores is dead.
- That's the gist of it.

We're very sorry, John.

Sorry you lost your friend.

Was she murdered?

Cullinan's lawyer says
she overdosed on drugs.

Do you believe him?

Supposedly there's a tape to that effect.

Sinclair's bringin' that asshole in here,
we're gonna look at it.

- There's a tape of Dolores dying.
- Somethin' to that effect.

I wanna see the tape.

Why don't you let us
look at it first, John?

Those can be upsetting, and, uh,

no good necessarily comes from a person
like you seein' 'em.

What kind of person do you mean?

Uh...

a civilian. A civilian.

I'd like to see the tape, please.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

He can watch with me
from the observation room.

'Cause otherwise
it'll be a circus in there.

And this way it'll just be
a simple demonstration

of this lawyer makin' us look like jerks.

Everything in the Stanley
Apartments basement

is exactly like this headcase A.J.
described it.

Except there's no body.

So you think he really was only dreaming
about killing her?

We found an earring there,
her mother says is Tonya's.

Well, maybe it's some kind of fetish.

The basement's a place
he imagined killing her

before he did it someplace else.

Probably he ought to know
we're losin' patience.

Oh, yeah.

Sit down!

- Wait a minute, I like that juice.
- You want it back? You stop lying!

Lying?

We went to the building, A.J.
Tonya wasn't there.

No?

Uh...

Um...

- Wait a minute. I know.
- You know, huh?

You were just dickin' us around.

Wait a minute. Don't... don't be offended.

We found her earring there.

She lost her earring?

Did you take Tonya there,
then move her someplace else?

Wait, hold on. Let me... I gotta think.
I gotta... I gotta remember my dream.

Forget the dream, A.J.!

Okay.

Here's your head.
Here's the real world.

We're not interested in the head stuff.

Okay.

What you told us
about having sex with Tonya,

was that real?

Real.

Was it yesterday morning
in your apartment?

Uh... Tonya went to school, and...

and it was gonna be just
a regular old mornin'.

But soon enough, you know,
she come back.

And she said it was for her keys, but...

she's looking at me,
and she shut the door, and...

she keeps looking at me.
You know? In this way, this sexual way.

And... and she's carrying herself,
like she's an older person...

Instead of 13.

Look, she come at me
with this emotional, romantic kinda look.

And I try and tell her
that hey, look, I'm an older person.

And I can only care about you
like a daughter...

But you had sex with her anyway!

Well, the way
she was carryin' herself with...

Man, she got me.

And we made love right there on the rug,
right in the hallway.

So you made love. and then what, A.J.?

Then she got upset...

and I did a wrong thing there.

I was only tryin' to quiet her, you know?

She had this nice sexy voice,
and... and she was screaming.

Her voice was sexy
while she was screaming?

Yeah.

So you tried to stop the screaming.

Yeah, I held her mouth and nose...
And she couldn't breathe.

And I knew,
'cause her body started joltin',

and she was kickin'
and... and things needin' air.

And then she was dead.

She was dead.

Okay, A.J. That's good you told us.

Yeah, that's better, right?

Now tell us,

Not in the dream, but in real life
where Tonya is.

I...

I wrapped her in a... in a sheet
and threw her in a dumpster.

- Behind the building.
- All right.

Aren't I despicable?

I don't even deserve that juice.

I'm sorry I'm so despicable.

John, did you have
any further questions for us

when you came in earlier?

- When Gerald sort of cut you off?
- No, not really.

Anyways, that kid you beat up,

he's of two minds whether he wants
to press charges.

I been in a police station
once before

for dropping water balloons on a neighbor.
I was 12.

This is a bigger thing.

I just mean I'm not a criminal type,
and neither is Gerald.

Did Gerald and Frank have any interaction
this morning?

- They talk every morning.
- Regarding what?

Mostly the van.

Was there a dispute at all?

It's like their morning ritual,
the fight about the van.

I don't even listen anymore.

So, was there a fight
between them this morning?

You feel torn, right?

If you know something
about what might have happened to Frank,

how are you gonna feel
if you leave here not telling us?

The only thing I know for sure,
is that Frank made his run to LaGuardia.

I know, 'cause he called me from there.

He said his ride, the guy was sick
or somethin'.

- He threw up in the van.
- Why'd he call to tell you that?

Because he knew Gerald
would get nuts about it.

Gerald's really into cleanliness.

That's the last time I talked to Frank.

About an hour later,
Gerald leaves work.

Said he wants the van for something,
he's gonna go meet Frank.

Which I knew was this big collision,
waiting to occur.

How long was Gerald gone?

A long time.

He missed an appointment.

I'm not a detective,
you know, but...

there's just something about this
that's all wrong.

Okay, John.

It's okay.

Our experience in the poky room,

working mainly with street-level scumbags,

you probably haven't had
that privilege too often.

Some high-powered shyster
telling me to behave?

In a career full of embarrassments,
that asshole Sinclair, put me through

the single most humiliating moment.

Which was what?

Made me look like a monkey
on the witness stand.

Of course, I did help him a little,
tryin' to testify drunk.

They'll be here in 20 minutes.

This guy's gonna cop
to unlawful disposal, Andy.

All I can tell you,

this is why police work
entails so much energy,

keeping perps and their lawyers separate.

That's the only lesson
you can draw from this.

Dolores is dead and he's gonna pay
a three-figure fine?

Why don't you write your name on that?

You're using it, why don't you write
your name on it?

Let me think of something
we can try in that room.

No good?

- Two hours, 20 dumpsters, no Tonya.
- We canvassed the carting companies.

None of those dumpsters
were serviced this morning.

You wanna turn Andy loose on this guy?

We, uh, promised A.J. he could
make a video confession.

I'm not putting this guy on tape,

if he's just some psycho,
making stories up.

What we were saying riding back,
maybe he's working up to the truth.

- And being on camera gets him there.
- Or maybe all it does

is get him singing
his favorite karaoke hits.

If he starts singing
his favorite karaoke hits,

this guy's getting a tune-up.

You guys got a murder to solve.

Why do you occupy yourself
with a stupid street fight?

That's how you wanna
honor your dead brother?

Tuning up a guy who's weak
with a stomach upset?

He's a suspect. He was in Frank's van.

He didn't hurt Frank.

You're pretty particular
in keeping things tidy, Gerald.

Who said that?

Just a general impression.

My partner and I understand
where you're coming from.

You got a nice home, a vehicle.

You like to keep those possessions
in shipshape.

Yeah. Tell my brothers that.

They get a great laugh
about my pressed pants and the rest.

We also understand

how a guy could reach out
to help a loved one.

And when that person
doesn't show the proper respect

for what you respect,
that can make a person flare up.

Maybe even do something that

the instant he's done it,
he regrets enormously.

Yeah, well...

Now...

when a decent guy makes this misstep,
and then tries coverin' it up,

instead of 18 months for involuntary
manslaughter,

he gets a lifetime of shame and guilt
eatin' at him.

That one wrong deed erodes the quality
of the rest of his life.

Now, if I'm that decent guy...

I think I'd try to make the wrong deed,

a turning point for making a better life.

Instead of trying to bury something,

that a decent person
really can't ever bury.

- I'm a family man.
- I get that from you.

I'm the head of the family.
My dad died,

Frank and John went on
acting like children.

I'm left in charge trying
to teach those two how to get on.

They give you a hard time?

They're a constant worry.

You wanna tell us
what happened this morning?

I went to get the van from Frank.

He doesn't say anything, like,
there's a big mess inside.

I get in, and it just reeks in there.

Made you feel disrespected.

Instead of making an apology,
he goes into his usual routine

how I'm uptight and I'm controlling.

From there, it went bad fast.
Frank kept a gun under his seat.

We kept arguing, and...

and Frank gets so crazy,
he pulled the gun.

My... baby brother put a gun on me.

What'd you do?

I grabbed for it.

We struggled,
and... and the thing shot.

Just... shot.

Jeez!

It wasn't on purpose.

I'm A.J. Foreman,

and I'm here to admit
what I done to Tonya

and then where I put her.

I'm a rapist...

and a killer.

And after I made love with Tonya
on our hallway rug,

I then used these hands
to choke her, dead.

And before anybody could come home
and see my shame,

I put her body in my car.

And I went to... to the river.

Near the Fulton Fish Market.
Where I put her in the water.

I'm a killer...

and I will take whatever punishment

you people think a dangerous man
like me should get.

The river near the Fulton Fish Market.

Probably thought he was hooked

into A viewing screen on his home planet.

Detectives.

Hi, Sondra.

Do you know who this is?
Tonya, my daughter.

I've been skiing with my dad.

He takes her skiing without telling me.

If that dope A.J. didn't blab
I wasn't there yesterday,

she would've never known.

Sondra, can we have a minute?

You don't move.

Sit down.

Hmm. Sondra,

um... A.J.'s been telling us
he raped and killed Tonya.

Well, what am I supposed to do

if he wants to act
like a crazy bastard?

- He needs to see a psychiatrist.
- Yeah, that's about right.

Are you gonna make sure
he gets looked at?

'Cause otherwise,
we're gonna lock him up.

Just get him out here.

Come on out, A.J.

Sondra's here with Tonya.

Tonya's here?

- Well, I... I don't know what.
- Come on.

There's the big fool.

Yeah. Here comes stupid A.J.

- Ain't it the truth?
- But you want me back, don't you?

You want me back,

so you can rail on me all day long,
talking about my stanky feet

and get your piece
of my check when it comes.

Just say when you're done, all right?

No. I think you gotta ask me, Sondra.

Please, A.J., come back.

Come back
with your brain-damaged crazy ass

sittin' on my couch
waitin' for your damn check!

Please, A.J., come back
with your stanky feet.

Please, A.J., come back
with your stanky feet.

Mm-hmm.

You wanna stand your ass up,
miss skiing in the Catskills?

You know, if you got a head start
in that bathroom

without me watching,
I'm gonna be very upset.

I was pissing in the bathroom.

Okay, baby?
I wouldn't wanna disappoint you.

Look at Jerry Falwell
bow his head in prayer.

Yeah. The man on that tape
is unrecognizable to him.

It's like our president,
everything's in his past.

How many guys
do you wish were here right now?

How many you got?

Oh, here he goes
with the half-a-fag stuff.

We know what we'd see if the camera
was on this sick perv, right?

While she's cooking the dope,

he's probably greasing up
his tiny little soldier.

All this stops or we're gone.

You know, there's an argument
he's a felony accomplice,

who's paying her to kill herself.

I had no complicity in what happened here.

Watch the tape.

Go on, watch the tape.
Watch what you hired this girl to do.

What's your take-home?
You crack four figures?

You want me
to pay for your high...

and support your high.

So, you don't much care
about me at all, huh?

To hell with you.

Oh, don't pass out.
No. Aw, don't pass out.

Dolores.

Oh, what is it?
What is it, Dolores? Huh?

You're a murderer.

You heard what I said.
I said, "Don't pass out."

For the record,

when my client is heard to say,
"Pay for your high,"

he is expressing
a speculative inference

concerning the use Ms. Mayo
put to monies

he had paid her for sex. And sex only.

My client never bought
or provided drugs for Ms. Mayo.

Mr. Cullinan will now tell you
how, where, and for what reason,

he came to dispose
of Ms. Mayo's remains.

And that's all he's gonna tell you.

Just give me a second.

Dolores was right. You are goin' to hell.

Aw.

Can you handle Tinkerbell?

Jeez, I would definitely bring charges.

Give the whole background on this
a thorough airing.

Yeah. That sounds like a plan.

Mr. Cullinan will be
bringing no charges.

Ice.

Me and him are gonna
meet Jersey State Police,

recover her body.

Good.

I'm sorry how this turned out.

I just hope she's at peace now.

Yeah, let's hope so.

I should've done something.

Oh, God!

Hey, John, uh...

I lost my brother in similar
difficult circumstances,

where he got involved
in unfortunate stuff.

Actually, he died of a drug overdose.

- Like Dolores.
- I'm sorry.

At first, I couldn't think of anything
but the things he got involved in.

The drugs, his fights with my parents,
how I didn't help him enough.

About a year later,
I passed this schoolyard,

where me and him
used to play handball all the time.

And I realized
that was the first time I thought of him

without thinking about
what I didn't do to save him.

Thinking of him and me in better times...

before all that bad stuff happened.

That I couldn't understand.

That came as a blessing to me.

Dolores and I did carry on
a few nights in the dance clubs.

I saw her dance at a ballet recital.

She was a wonderful dancer.

- I just wanted to tell you that.
- Yeah. She loved ballet, too.

Hey, um, John...

when Dolores left,
I didn't put in for a new PAA.

I know you were giving her every chance.

You want to come downstairs here
and let anti-crime put in for one?

I'd like very much to come down.

Good.

- Good.
- Good night, boss.

See you tomorrow, John.