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FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
this is Dispatch.

Be on the lookout for
a man in a hotdog costume

last seen running west
on Houston Street.

Suspect may or may not be
wielding a samurai sword.

WOMAN: Yo, baby.
You want a date?

Slow tonight.

Cold?
No, slow.

It's the economy, girl.
Everybody's cutting back.

Yeah, either that
or maybe the allure

of screwing a stranger
under the bridge
has died out.

Yeah, right.

Hey, hey!
Twice the fun,
half the price! Move!

I got to get a slogan.

You have to seduce
them, Shraeger.

Shake your hips a little.
Make love to the traffic.

Shut it, ladies in the van.

Will you please land a guy
so we can make an arrest
and go home?

(LINE CLICKS)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Shraeger.

I think
the cleaning lady
is stealing from me.

No. No, no.
Mom, now is not
a good time at all.

Can you talk to her?
But be discreet.

Maybe show her your badge,
send a message.

Mom, the cleaning lady
is not stealing from you.

I'm telling you,
she goes to church
six times a week.

Where are you?
Don't ask.

You're not in a crack den,
are you?

(HORN HONKING)
Oh, I got to go.
I think I got a john.

What?

Hey, baby, how you doing?
I know you like me.
All right.

What the hell
are you doing?

Hi.

Are you looking for a date?

You Casey Shraeger?

Yes, sir. Yes, I am.
Sergeant Brown.

You're being transferred
to Homicide.

I got a dead detective
downtown and not enough
bodies. Let's move.

Do you... Well, you...
Right now?

You want to make a little
walking-around money
before you start?

(CHUCKLING) No. No.
Then get in the car.

Can you catch me up,
Sarge?

Detective Burt Kowalski,
Second Squad, 20 years
on the job.

Two dead-end
corruption probes.

He was a bully and a drunk.

And tonight
he got perforated
in East River Park.

We worked East River Park
last month.

I can interface
with the hos and
see who saw what.

We're not going
to the Park yet.

First, I got to
tell his partner.

I walk by this place
all the time.

WALSH: Mmm-hmm.

It's never open.

Well, we're open when I
feel like it, you know?

That's not much
of a business plan.

Here you go.

Pork chops.

I'm a vegetarian.
That's why I ordered a salad.

No, eat it.
You'll like it.

What's the red stuff?

It's a Skittles reduction.

We're out of fruit.

Walsh, somebody
killed Kowalski.

Get out.

I just want to
eat the potatoes.

Just get out.

This is
Detective Casey Shraeger.
I'm assigning her to you.

Sir, I'm a little
confused. The man
just lost his partner.

It's the NYPD, Detective.

If you're not a little
confused, you're not
paying attention.

Now go after him.

Hey!

I'm sorry about Kowalski.

Tell me what happened.

They found him facedown
in East River Park.

Multiple stab wounds.
His gun, wallet and
badge, all stolen.

He bit
a dog once, Kowalski.
He would have fought back.

Where are we going?

To clean up a mess.

You always
dress like that?

I was a hooker
up until 10 minutes ago.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
this is Dispatch.

Be on the lookout
for a Puerto Rican male
wearing a cape and no pants.

Hey, can you give us
a minute, guys? Thanks.

(MEN CHATTERING)

We are going to visit
the crime scene at some
point?

Just don't talk.

Excuse me?

Look, no offense,
but my partner
just died.

And you're new, and
you're wearing too much
eye make-up and a thong.

Somehow I don't think
you're going to last
that long.

I've worked Vice
undercover for two years.

Yeah?
Robbery before that.

The cases I worked
got closed and the
perps went to jail.

How do you know
I'm wearing a thong?

I am a trained detective.

Let me guess.
Your library books
are in here

and you just
want to make sure
they get back on time.

Hold this. Tomorrow
they're going to go
through this locker

and send
everything here
to Kowalski's wife.

Here, put this on.

You're going to hear
a lot about Kowalski
in the next few days.

How he was a bad cop,
a bully. He punched
a priest one time.

You kidding me?

He choked out so many
suspects, they called
him The Sleep Train.

Is it true?

He closed cases.
He got things done.

The rest is
just whatever.

Hey!
You're supposed
to voucher that.

I'm pretty sure you're
not supposed to take it.

Did you have
a partner in Vice?

Yeah.

Evans.
He had eight fingers.
They called him Reach.

You sleep with him?

He had eight fingers.

So, somebody killed Reach,
what would you do?

Whatever it took.

Exactly. Burn that.

(SIGHS)

Come on!

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad, be advised.
Dispatch is cranky today

and will be accepting
no guff or lip from anyone.

I cannot believe
they got Kowalski.

You crying?

No.

It's because he owed
you money, right?

I'm not crying.

Well,
you're not going
to get it back now.

I'm not crying.

Hey,
some doctor
called for you.

What'd you get?
Chlamydia again?

Take off the vest.

I told you.
I feel safer with it on.

You know, the first week,
I let it slide. I figure,
you know, it's a phase.

You know, but now
it's embarrassing.
You know what?

Most accidental
firearm discharges
happen in the workplace.

Or I could stab you
with this letter opener.

We canvassed the Park.
If anyone saw Kowalski get
iced, they're not talking.

(SNIFFLES)
You crying?

No. Look, I am not crying.
For the last time,
all right?

I have allergies.

It's okay to grieve,
Eric.

The Bible tells us that in
times of crisis, we should
come together in prayer.

So let's all
bow our heads.

Lord, please take care
of Burt Kowalski.
He was a...

Banks, Delahoy.

Sergeant Brown. We were just
saying a prayer for our
fallen brother.

Perhaps you'd
like to join us.

Some
city councilman's
daughter was attacked.

First thing tomorrow morning,
I need you to go there,
take a statement.

With all due respect,
Sarge, we'd rather
work Kowalski.

And I'd rather
my son didn't wear
his mother's underpants.

Be there.

WALSH: I've known Kowalski's
wife for a long time, so let
me do the talking.

I appreciate you
telling me yourself, Jason.

We're going to take
care of you, Hannah.

And anything...
Anything you need.

Have you been
to the scene yet?

The scene's
not going anywhere.
This is what matters.

We're trying to figure out
what your husband was doing
in the Park last night.

A case, maybe.
Burt didn't talk
to me about work.

Oh, I have been getting
hang-up calls.

There was one last night
around 10:30.

You know, I just assumed
that they were from one
of Burt's girls.

You knew about them?

Oh, that was Burt.

He'd stop for a meal
on his way to dinner.

His father used to
beat him, you know.

Even after he grew up,
Burt still had to sleep
with the light on.

I don't know
if you knew that.

No. No, I didn't.

He had flaws.

(LAUGHING)
He was all flaws.

But he was good to me.

He loved you.

You're not
the pizza guy.

Yeah, and this
isn't a porn film.

Want to put on a robe?

Is he really dead?
'Cause I've had a lot
of guys fake it before.

When was the
last time you saw
Detective Kowalski?

Three or four days ago.
He never called.
Just came over.

Mr. Spontaneous.
That was Burt.

There's going to be
a funeral in a few days.

You're not going.

But we were in love.

Uh, no, you weren't.

He had a churchgoing
wife with real breasts

who doesn't
need to know about
her husband's extras, okay?

Don't look at me like
that. I go to church.
I got a mother.

I'm not some home-wrecker.

Vera, right?

I'm looking around
your apartment.

You probably don't own
a pair of heels lower
than three inches.

You answer
the door for the pizza
guy in a pair of panties.

I don't want
to ruin your day,

but in my book, you are
definitely the mistress.

And you're not going
to the man's funeral.

End of story.

He was a good guy.

No. He was a cop.

You don't kill
a cop in New York.

All right,
last night's crime
reports. Hand them over.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
All personnel, be advised.

Female restrooms are
for female personnel only.

Don't I get
a phone call?

Who you
going to call,
the Hamburglar?

Anyone seen Alvarez?

BROWN: What?

I should be primary
on Kowalski.

You haven't even
been to the crime scene.

I am the most decorated
officer here.

Off!

Plus,
I know how to
talk to the press.

Right. Now I get it.

You know,
it's a political world.

Did you read the Post
headlines this morning?

Nope.
Okay.

"Crooked cop killed."

You need Eddie Alvarez
on this.

Eddie Alvarez is connected.

Eddie Alvarez knows
how to tame the bear.

Kowalski's autopsy is in
20 minutes.

Eddie Alvarez should
probably think about
going to that.

High five.

Out.

DELAHOY:
Councilman Harbor,

my sergeant tells me
that your daughter
was attacked.

It's not my daughter.
My daughter's cat,
Mr. Boodles.

He's dead.

A cat?

We're here because
somebody killed a cat?

Look, I chair the city's
terrorism task force,
okay?

Somebody could be
targeting me or my family.

So I expect
the NYPD to take
this very seriously.

(CLEARS THROAT) With all
due respect, Councilman,

I think you're a little
confused as to what the
"P" in "NYPD" stands for.

(RUSTLING)

Okay, there it is.

HARBOR: We found him on
the doorstep last night.

This is a message.

Mmm-hmm.

Eric, if I may?
Be my guest.

Councilman.
How long you been
cheating on your wife?

What?

Come on, this is your
classic Fatal Attraction
kind of maneuver, you know?

I'm not having an affair!

Right.

Now we know
where we stand.

We're
the mopes you send
to empty the litter box.

Did you see the way
he was looking
at this cat?

I have a feeling that the
Councilman and Mr. Boodles
were more than just friends.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Delahoy.

KAISER: This is Dr. Kaiser.

Don't hang up.
I've left 13 messages.
You have to talk to me.

I'm busy.

You have
a brain tumor.
It can be treated.

But you have
to let us try...

What? Let you
cut open my head?

Spend the next two years
hooked up to machines?
That's not a life, okay?

Without treatment,
you'll be dead in
six months.

Eric.

What?

That's a lot of cats.
I think we got a cat
killer on the loose.

All right,
let's settle down.

Settle down.

Let's go over
what we know.
Ed?

(IMITATES COUGH) Hairpiece!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Yeah. Nice one.
Very professional.

Excuse me.

Kowalski worked 4:00
to 12:00 on Sunday.
Nobody saw him after.

I got a witness
who said she saw
a male Asian with a scar

run out of the park right
after Kowalski was killed.

Here's the sketch. Suspect
is 5'8", blue sports jersey.

Nice work, Cole.

Kowalski's wife says
she's been getting
hang-up calls at home.

So we're pulling
the phone records.

Yeah, waste of time.

Stats show that there's
a string of muggings
near the river.

Three males with knives.

Eddie Alvarez thinks
these guys braced Kowalski.

He showed his badge.
They got scared. Bam!

Except the coroner's report
said that he was
only stabbed with one blade.

Yeah. What was your
name again, sweetie?

Really? Sweetie?
That's what you're
going with? That's bold.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Mugging is the wrong way
to go on this, Eddie.

Yeah, and I'm primary,
Jay-Z.

Uh, what does he mean
he's primary?

Well, you missed the autopsy.
The commissioner was there.
Alvarez stepped up.

What, you think this was an
accident? This was personal.

He went to that park,
he met someone there,
and they did it.

HQ prefers
a random-crime scenario.

(MOUTHING)

Okay. Now I see where
we're going with this.

ALVAREZ: (CHUCKLES)
All right.

Banks, Delahoy,

somebody just called in
a guy chasing cats
on Mott Street.

(ALL MEOWING)

(LAUGHING)

(SNIFFLES)

Are you crying?

How many times I got to
tell you people, okay?
I'm not crying!

(LAUGHTER FADES)

(COUGHS)

Mott Street?

(SIREN WAILS)

(YOWLS)

(HORN HONKING)

Hey!

Hold!
Freeze! Police!

(COBRA STYLE PLAYING)

(HORN BLARING)

(SCREAMING)

Hey.
Hey.

You come over from Vice?

Uh, guilty.

They made you dress
like a hooker,
didn't they?

I prefer lady of the evening.

Hey,
I'm supposed
to have a lawyer.

Snack foods
don't get a lawyer.

Here's what you need
to know about the 2nd.

Alvarez talks
about himself in
the third person.

Banks sleeps in
a bulletproof vest,

and yesterday,
Delahoy named
his mustache.

Oh. What about Walsh?

On the plus side, he doesn't
stare at your boobs when
he's talking to you.

The downside?
"I got great boobs.
Why isn't he looking?"

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Shraeger.

ESTELLE: What's the difference
between the good cholesterol
and the bad cholesterol?

(GROANS) I don't know.
I'm not a doctor.
I'm a cop, Mom.

I'm at court till 6:00.

Are we going to see you
at your father's birthday
dinner tomorrow night?

I love my man.

(GIGGLES)

Mom,
I got to go.
I got to go.

Casey? What are
you doing here?

Get out. You're a cop?

Listen,
you don't know me.

What are you talking about?
We went to Dalton together.

Casey Shraeger,
princess of Park Avenue.

Wait till I tell Eddie.

No, no, you're not
going to tell Eddie.

You're not going to
tell anyone at all,
okay?

If they find out about me,
they're never going
to let me in.

Get over yourself.

Maybe
Eddie would like to hear
how you went to senior prom

with the entire lacrosse team,
how they called your junk
the easy-bake oven.

Bitch.
Slut.

Cow.

I'm glad we understand
each other.

(BANKS WHISTLING)

You know why
you're here,
Harold?

No.
Let me give you a hint.

What has four legs
and poops in a box?

(BOTH LAUGHING)
I know.

I have committed no crime.

You ever take
a lie-detector test
before, Harold?

No.

Okay.
Here's how it works.
Brand-new one.

DELAHOY: Mmm.

(CLEARS THROAT)
You put your hand
on the glass...

Put your hand on
the glass, Harold.

...and then I ask you
a question like,

"Is Harold Snape
your real name?"
And you say...

Aren't there supposed to be
electrodes attached to me
or something like that?

No. Just answer the question.

Yes, my name is Harold Snape.

It's a great name.
(COPIER WHIRRING)

DELAHOY: Oh! True.
BANKS: Snape it is.

(BOTH LAUGH)
Excellent.

Were you born
December 8th, 1975?

Yes.

(COPIER WHIRRING)

Hmm. True!

Now, at this juncture,
is there anything that
you would like to confess?

No.

"No" it is.

Harold.

It's going to be
a long one, buddy.

Leo, you want a soda?

Yeah. Give me a pop.

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)
Why did you kill me,
Harold?

I had a wife and kittens.

Is it 'cause
I lick my butt?

I know
it's disgusting,
but I can't help it.

I didn't kill you!

(COPIER WHIRRING)

Harold! Harold! Harold!
That is so disappointing.

This has
all been a huge
misunderstanding.

That was my cat that you
saw me with in the alley.

I was simply trying
to get her back home,
that's all.

Except we went
to your apartment, Harold.
No cat food. No cat litter.

HAROLD: Okay. You're right.

I was house-sitting
for a friend.

I left the window open...

Harold, a good liar, okay?
He picks a story,

and he sticks
to the story!

Harold.

We know you hate cats.

All that fur and...
And the scratchy
little tongues?

(IMITATES SCRATCHING)

But you like the way
it feels when you
snap their necks.

Don't you, Harold?

(WHIRRING)

What's a guy from the Bronx
doing with a storage locker
in Brooklyn?

Hey. You got something?

Kowalski had a storage
locker in Williamsburg.

You were just going
to go without me?

Do you want to talk about
your feelings or do you
want to go to Brooklyn?

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

This is my case.
If you've got a lead,
I need to know about it.

All right, fine.
Kowalski's snitch
just called.

Says he knows something,

but he's not going
to tell me over
the phone, so...

Give me the address.

It's way out in Queens.

Give it to me.

You want backup?

Nice try.

But Eddie Alvarez works alone.

WALSH: So, somebody breaks
into Kowalski's storage
locker last night

and sets it on fire?

Manager says the fire
was started two hours
after Kowalski was killed.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Walsh.
Yeah.

This address that you
gave me is an empty lot.

Who is this?

What? This is...
This is Eddie Alvarez.

Oh, Eddie, I was
just going to call you.

Uh, that
CI reached out again.
He messed up the address.

He's at the
Happy Shabu Shabu
on Rockaway Boulevard.

Okay, right, okay.
Are you messing with me?

No, he
told me he saw Kowalski
right before the murder.

He thinks he knows
who killed him.

ALVAREZ: That what you said?
You said Rockaway Boulevard,
right?

Shabu Shabu.

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

(HORN HONKING)

You are an evil man.

(CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT) Is this you?

WALSH: Yep.

You played first base for
the Yankees, and all you
can say is "yep"?

Yep.

Look at this.

SHRAEGER: Is that Cole?

So what is all this?

There's more in here.

SHRAEGER:
Delahoy. Banks. Beaumont.

Navan Granger.
Who's Navan Granger?

Cole?

Kowalski was keeping
files on cops.

Call CSU. See if they can
reconstruct any of these
files.

WALSH: No.

Not till
we know what this is.
We don't say anything.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Shraeger.

ESTELLE:
You're missing dinner.

Can't help you with that.
In the middle of something.

Casey Beatrice Shraeger,
it is your father's birthday.

Get your ass over here.

All right. I'm on it.

You want to tell me what
that was with the subway?

What do you mean?

You just stood there
on the tracks.

No, I fell,
and then I got up.

No, you stood,
watching the train coming.

Whatever.

What was that?

It's an Aspirin, okay?
You're giving me
a headache.

Look... Look, pal,

my grandfather got killed
by a Metro-North train
in 1967.

He was 42 years old.

When I was 15,
my dad died, cancer.
He'd just turned 42.

Two years later, my uncle
drops dead. Heart attack.

Guess how old he was.
No smart-alecky answers.

You want to know
why I won't take
this vest off?

Why I
wear flame-retardant
clothes and I put this

antibacterial
crap on my hands?

Last month, I turned 42.

So if you're trying
to kill yourself,
do me a favor.

Don't do it
when I'm around.

I got enough
bad juju already.

I'm sorry.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Oh, hi.

What are you wearing?
You look like a lesbian.

You said
this was going to be
a casual family dinner.

This is casual.

There are 300 people
downstairs encrusted
in jewels.

I don't know
what that means.

Hi.
You're late.

I'm sorry.
Been working a homicide.

Ah, yes.
My daughter,
the civil servant.

I suppose
if your mother and
I drove our own car,

you could help us fix
parking tickets or something.

Is that
Bobby Van Der Kamp?

Oh, man. We used to call
him Captain Date Rape
in high school.

I'll bet
he's got coke on him.

Casey Shraeger!

You are not allowed to arrest
your father's guests on his
birthday.

Please, darling, don't
antagonize your father.

He is doing
the best that he can.

He shouldn't antagonize me.
I have pepper spray.

Well, how marvelously
thuggish.

Are you even
wearing a bra?

Listen to me. There are
so many people here I
want you to meet...

I can't do this.

I have to go.

Father.

Casey.

A cop was murdered last night,
so I have to go.

But happy birthday.
I mean it.

By all means,
don't let me stop you.

MAN: After you saw me
shoot Sonny, you swore...

Hey.

Jason, I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry about Kowalski.

He was a sinner
and a blasphemer,

and
he's probably
roasting in hell,

but he was also your friend.

Thanks. That's sweet.

So, listen.
I got a call on
an old case of yours.

Navan Granger?

That doesn't ring a bell.

Apparently he
stole an armored car,
dumped it in a quarry.

Navan Granger.

Are you sure
that was one of mine?

You know what? Forget it.

I'll just
run it by the Sarge.
See what he wants to do.

Yeah.

No. You can't do that.

Why not?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Because I'm Navan Granger.

You can't tell anybody.

I wasn't always
the pillar of virtue
that you see before you.

As a youth, in LaGrange,
I was prone to libations
and wanton acts of teenagery.

I used narcotics and
laid with unclean women.

You stole an armored car?

And that was wrong.
Even if the keys
were in it.

Yeah.

But the Lord
opened my eyes

after that third
stick of dynamite blew
that truck into the quarry.

He told me to repent
and to change my ways.

And so I fled to New York
and I became the man that
I am today.

Did you tell Kowalski
about this?

Why would I
tell Kowalski?

Please. It was
a stupid mistake.

I was 18.
I didn't make a dime.

Don't tell.

We never had
this conversation.

Thank you.

MAN: Hey, buddy.

I'm in trouble.

Hey, Detective.
How was the party?

Oh.

Hey. Sarge.

I was just checking up
on a witness for a case.

So, Casey Shraeger,
daughter
of Walter Shraeger.

A girl
who was kicked out
of six prep schools

and dropped out of Harvard
to join the police academy.

Sir, I have
never used that
towards my advantage.

Everybody has secrets.
Especially cops.

Why do you think I asked
to have you transferred
to the 2nd?

I need somebody who
can't be bribed or
intimidated.

My house is in disarray.

I want you to help me
clean it up.

Is this
because of Kowalski?

Kowalski's just
a piece of this.

You're going to
have to dig deeper.

Nothing
in this world
is what it seems.

Okay.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
this is Dispatch.

Possible 10-11 at
Delancey and Allen.

Suspects are elderly twins
in matching pink and white
sweaters.

Where are you taking me?

No place.
We just want to talk.

I told you, I have
nothing more to say.

Mmm-hmm.

Nothing, huh? All right.

What are
you going to do?
You going to hit me?

Thing is, Harold,
we know you killed those cats,

and we're not going to
go back inside until
you confess.

Either one
of you touch me,
I'll sue you, okay?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Get off me!

Oh, Harold!

What are you doing?

A little seasoning.
Whoa, whoa!

Eric.
I'm going to sue you.

Have some fish sauce,
Harold. There you go.
Bye-bye.

(MEOWING)

Oh, God.

Good kitty. Please.
Just... Just... No!

(SNARLING)

No! No, get off me!

Oh, my God! I killed them!
Please! I killed those cats!

(BOTH CHORTLING)

That was like five seconds.

Nice.

(HAROLD SCREAMING)

Hey, should we...
No, no, no.

No?
Give him a few minutes.

All right.
HAROLD: Please!

SHRAEGER:
So, you own this diner?

Yep. I live in the back.
The rent's cheap.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

It's Alvarez. Walsh.

Yeah, where the hell
is this guy?

Who is this?

This is Detective Alvarez.
Where's your guy?

WALSH: What?
He didn't show?

No. I've been
waiting here all night.

And you're at the Japanese
noodle place on Queens
Boulevard?

Okay, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.

You said
the Happy Shabu Shabu
on Rockaway Boulevard.

Why would I say
Rockaway, Alvarez,

when the guy works
at the one on Queens?

Oh, jeez! Jeez!
Walsh, I swear to God.

Look, you know what?
You're blowing this.

You know that, Alvarez?

'Cause
the guy just called me
and he's really pissed off.

He said
he's going to the...

I don't know, the
New York Post or
something,

taking
all the glory for
himself, I don't know.

Hey, hey, hey! What do
you think you're doing?

Oh, come on! Please!

You call him back.
You tell him I'm going to be
there in half an hour, okay?

I'll see what I can do.

Come here. Come here.
What?

You know who you're dealing
with right now? You see this?

You want some more?

Up against the wall.
Hands against the wall.

So, how does a guy go
from playing baseball

to becoming
a New York City
police officer?

Here's
the difference
between you and me.

You think people
shouldn't keep secrets.

I think that we
are our secrets.

I have secrets.

The vibrator in your
bedside table is not
a secret.

You know what a cop is
to most people?

A garbage man. We go
through people's trash,

look for clues,
clean up their mess.

That's
the job, right?
Kills our marriages.

Kids hate us.
We start drinking more.

But our secrets.
That's what keeps us sane.

(WHISTLES)

What's your secret?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Walsh.

Walsh.

No, I remember him. We'll go.

We got a lead on the guy

who's been
calling Kowalski's
house and hanging up.

Some low-level drug
dealer named Malcolm Nix.
Kid couldn't be more than 16.

Why would
a teenage drug dealer
be calling Kowalski's house?

Hi.
We're looking
for Malcolm Nix.

What do you want?

Malcolm,
where were you
on Monday night?

NIX: Home.

All night?

The elevator was broke.
I mean...

Does it look like
I can take the stairs?

You've been calling
a cop's house and
hanging up. Why?

WALSH: Burt Kowalski.
You know him, right?

He arrested you last year.
He's dead now.

Why have you been
calling a cop's house?
Were you selling him drugs?

No.

Then what?

DORA:
Malcolm stopped selling
drugs after the accident.

He's getting his GED.

Detective Kowalski was
helping him.

Helping him?

He came by every week.

Took Malcolm to a ballgame,
helped him with his homework.

Are we talking about
the same guy? 6'4"...

That man was straight up.

He took me to a crime scene,
let me poke a dead body
with a stick.

He told me that everybody
I met will want something
from me.

So I asked him,
"What do you want?"

And he said he just
wanted me to grow up
and be good to my kids.

Crazy fool.

So,
let me get this straight.
Kowalski was a big brother.

Yeah, the kid's dad used
to beat the crap out of him.

So did Kowalski's.

I mean,
we should have realized.

He always
had a soft spot for
hard-luck kids, you know?

Malcolm's mom
said she didn't think

that her son
was the only one
Kowalski looked in on.

Yeah.

So we're going through
Kowalski's juvie files.

We're looking for
an Asian kid with
a scar.

(ALL CHEERING)

Great work on
the cat thing there.

Turns out
that the guy's wife
lost a baby last year.

Something she caught
cleaning cat poop,
so...

(FAKING YAWN)
I'm bored already.

Okay, juvie cases, Asian
kid with a scar. Let's move.

Walsh!

I went
to that location.
Your CI never showed.

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

Hey, mustache.
You see Eddie Alvarez,

tell him I'm making
Walsh primary again.
At least he comes to work.

You set me up!

Easy, easy.
Ah!

Beaumont, don't
make me hurt you.

Ow, ow, ow!
BEAUMONT: What?

ALVAREZ: Okay, Beaumont.
Beaumont!

I got him.

The scar matches our
witness's description.

Leon Wu, 20. Kowalski busted
him and his brother last year
in a drug charge.

And Leon went upstate
for 18 months.

Except his brother
was killed in Joliet.

Kowalski felt bad and wrote
the kid a letter of
recommendation.

He got out early.

But instead of being
grateful, Leon couldn't
let his brother's death go.

So he meets Kowalski
in the park and kills him.

Okay, our suspect's Leon Wu.

Two felony assaults, one
arrest for possession of
a firearm.

Game face, guys.

Hey, Eric, take your vest.

Okay, ladies and gentlemen.
Let's show this city what
it means to kill a cop.

(PANTING)

What's going on?

I can't do this.

What?

I can't do it.

All right. It's okay.

You'll get the next one.

(GUN COCKING)

(GROANS)

MAN: Shots fired!
Down the hall!
Move! Move!

(PANTING)

Jesus.

No. I'm okay.

No. Jesus.

(RETCHING)

Oh, oh, oh!

Want me to hold your hand?

(EXCLAIMS)

I don't know what to say.

Don't worry about it,
all right?

I just told them you had
some bad tacos. It's fine.

It sounded pretty bad
up there.

Anybody get shot?

Mmm-hmm.

Me.

Get out of here.

No, it's true.
Shotgun blast.

Right to the face.
From where you are.

How do you feel?

Better.

Hey, Sergeant Brown's
asking for you.

Thanks.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey.

I found Kowalski's
badge and gun.
They were in the wall.

All right.

Good job.

Sergeant, please,
can you tell us
what happened?

Detective Eddie Alvarez.

(SIGHS) It's a proud day
for the NYPD.

You all right?

Don't treat me like a girl.
I'm fine.

Cole found Kowalski's
badge and gun hidden
in the wall.

You did good.

Okay?

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
this is Dispatch.

Be on the lookout
for a ninja

or a ninja-like figure
last seen outside the
Essex Market.

What are you doing?

Praying for
that boy's soul.

Well, stop it.
He killed Kowalski.
He tried to kill Delahoy.

He doesn't
deserve your prayers.

Hey!

Look
at this guy!
Not a scratch.

It's a miracle.

He gave you both barrels,
point blank.

I don't know.

Maybe it was a misfire,
you know?

No, no, no.
I saw it. I saw it.

There's a buckshot
in the wall.

You're saying the pellets
went around you?

Those are some magic pellets.

(ALL LAUGHING)
Or a magic windbreaker.

Hey, hey!
Come on! You settle
down, you animals. Jeez.

All right.
First, let's make
a toast to the new girl,

who took her
first door today.

(ALL CHEERING)

Welcome to the 2nd.
It's all downhill
from here.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

This was a cop.

He broke down doors.
He took bullets.

Didn't hesitate.

And now he's dead.

And this badge gets retired.

Number 789.

This badge belonged to
Jerry Hanlin before
Kowalski.

Hanlin was a detective
at the 2-3.

Closed 300 cases, retired
in 1995.

Before Hanlin, this badge
belonged to Hank O'Shea,

who worked
the Malcolm X murder.

This is how it works.

We pass
the badge down
until it kills you.

And then we hang it on a wall.

So
let's raise a glass.
Because a cop is dead.

And he
most certainly
won't be forgotten.

Hear, hear.
MAN: That's right.

ALL: Hear, hear.

(ALL CHEERING)