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Please, take this off me.

I don�t know what else to do.

I try to keep care.

If I don�t write to my sisters enough

or if i�m not saving enough money,

I don�t know why.

I�ll tell you the truth.

I don�t know what else to do.

Please help me to feel normal.

Hi, Mary.

Stay asleep. It�s only 20 to 5:00.

Where are you going?

I�m restless, you know.

I figured i�d go out for a walk.

You stay asleep, okay?

Okay.

I�m going to get dressed out in the living room.

You have a good day.

Okay, Danny. You, too.

Morning, squad.

Yeah. What do we got?

Workmen pulled a skeleton out of that bricked up wall.

He�s the one that discovered it.

Went and bought a camera

to get a shot of the skeleton,

but I wouldn�t let him back down there.

No pictures.

He wants to sell it to the tabloids.

If it wasn�t for me,

nobody would realize there was a skeleton there.

Over here.

Looks like she was, what, around 8 years old?

There�s a little metal showing in the leg bone here

just above the knee.

Looks like a fracture with a pin in it.

Make sure crime scene notes it.

How long they been putting pins in fractures?

Why?

That�d give you your time parameter.

Go back over there where the skeleton is.

I think I should be allowed to take a picture.

Did you notice the size of that skeleton,

the little flowered dress?

That�s a little girl.

I spent money on a camera.

You�re not going over there.

What about freedom of the press?

About freedom of the press? Shove it up your ass.

D.o.a.�s Blair Reynolds, 23.

Had 12 bucks, one snot rag, one key,

one vial of crack, one crack pipe,

one lighter.

How many bullets it look like he took?

One entry wound in the chest,

exit in the back.

That woman�s dog took one right in the snout.

Yeah, I want to talk to her.

Thanks.

Boy. He�s a longhair.

He�s calming down now.

I gave him a shot of morphine.

Got to be a painful place to get shot.

This is Mrs. Kenyon. This is detective medavoy.

Sorry about your dog. Did you see who shot him?

No, I didn�t see it.

I heard a shot and saw someone running away,

and then Jerry started howling

like I never heard him before.

Can you describe the person you saw running?

It was just a man.

I think he was white.

How many shots were there?

Just one.

The bullet must have gone right through the d. O. A.

And logged in the dog�s nose.

Jill: That guy upstairs, he didn�t see anything,

and he hopes the dog dies.

Man: 15th squad on the air.

I want to get Jerry to a vet.

Okay, just a moment, Mrs. Kenyon.

Go ahead, central.

Sector boy advises that he�s holding one

with a gun and a Fanny pack, Avenue a and 12th street.

He�s transporting to the house.

Okay, 15th squad, advise sector boy

we�ll 10-85 him at the house.

That could be our shooter.

I want my dog transported to the nearest veterinarian.

I can�t do that.

We�ll arrange transportation for your dog, ma�am.

He should be transported in an ambulance.

Help put the dog in a car.

I can�t transport a dog.

We realize that.

That�s why i�m asking you to help put it

in detective russell�s car,

and I don�t suppose you could administer some Benadryl

for a full-blown allergic reaction

to longhaired breeds.

No.

No.

How�s it going, Calvin?

How�s it going?

I�m detective medavoy.

I hope you�re going to straighten this out,

because my whole world has been turned

100% upside down.

Calvin, I got to talk about that gun

officer avila found on you.

Sit down.

Okay, okay. Let me explain about the gun.

It�s not my gun.

That�s what you got to understand.

Not yours?

Yet there it was in your Fanny pack.

That�s the thing -- it�s not my Fanny pack.

I found that Fanny pack.

No, you didn�t find that Fanny pack,

but just for the sake of discussion,

how long did you have it in your possession?

Just a few minutes before the cop grabbed me.

Before the cop found the gun on you

with one round expended,

somebody was shot on 7th street.

Now there�s an empty round in that gun?

I didn�t know that.

I didn�t even know there was a gun

till the cop took it out.

I found that Fanny pack laying on the sidewalk,

and I wasn�t on 7th.

I was hanging in that joint up on Avenue a -- the owl.

Dowel?

The owl. Check it out.

Then I come out, found the Fanny pack,

and the cop stopped me. I don�t know what for.

You were running or walking in a suspicious manner.

That�s just how I run and walk.

Maybe I had too much coffee.

What do you know about a Blair Reynolds

that me and my partner found dead?

Never heard of him.

I have a feeling that as the day progresses,

we�re going to put you and him together --

you and him and that pistol.

I�m back in the cage?

Back in the cage.

Feel free to stand on your head

if it helps your orientation.

Hey, Baldwin reach you at the vet�s?

Yeah, Baldwin reached US.

The lady didn�t see anyone with a Fanny pack,

but the concept�s sure going to be fresh in her mind.

Between US, we said it three, four times.

What�s her position on getting the bullet out of the dog?

Her position is no.

No?

No what?

The bullet that killed the d. O. A.

Is stuck in a dog�s nose,

and, no, the owner won�t let US retrieve it.

The bullet�s in a dog�s nose?

Yeah, in the snout. We hit a snag at the vet�s.

The lady that owns the dog won�t let the vet operate.

The dog is 12. There�s a 50% chance

he won�t make it through the procedure.

He leaves it in, Jerry will survive.

This woman understands

we�re conducting a murder investigation.

Yeah, she understands.

Jerry�s all she�s got.

So, we got the suspect, the gun,

and the bullet that will convict him

in the snout of a dog we all got to hope

will die of natural causes before we retire.

Is that where we are?

You think you could get a court order

based on exigent circumstances?

Yeah, yeah, i�d like to go to bat.

I�d ask the judge to have the bullet removed

from the dog�s nose

and take the 50% chance the dog will live.

That�s kind of cold, partner.

Well, sue me if I don�t happen to be a member

of the dog lobby.

I�ve been allergic my whole life to longhaired breeds.

You want to go to bat, Greg, go to bat.

And I know exactly the judge i�ll go before --

who is judge levalle, who I happen to know

was once viciously bitten by a rottweiler,

because I saw him being treated in the bellevue e. R.

If he�s sitting, we are over like fat rats.

Sorry, Andy.

What happened to you?

I walked up to central park.

You walked up to central park?

I walked up to central park.

Next I know,

it�s 8:45 and my beeper�s dead.

You caught a d. O. A.?

Are you all right now?

Yeah, i�m good.

Remains of a little girl bricked up in a building.

Missing persons just matched her.

Read the information,

then we�ll go see fancy.

Help me run it for fancy.

He don�t know I wasn�t at the crime scene.

No.

Lieu, we got an I.D. From missing persons.

The little girl�s remains?

A girl disappeared over in hoboken nine years ago

wearing a red and pink floral dress with bows.

It�s the same dress.

Had a pin in her leg from a fracture --

same leg, same place. It�s her.

She was 8 -- name was Alice lowell.

Vanished walking home from visiting a girlfriend.

I want to talk to the head detective

who worked that case.

We�ll want to see him before the girl�s parents,

get his take if they were ever suspects.

Let�s get moving.

Detective Hoffman?

Detective Hoffman?

I�m him, but i�m retired.

Right. Andy sipowicz, NYPD.

I talked to you on the phone.

Yeah.

My partner Danny Sorenson.

How�s it going?

All right. You want to talk to me then?

Yeah.

Hey, go on, go on.

Go on in there. We�ll talk in there.

Is there some peanut brittle there?

Yeah, him and me don�t care for any.

So, like I told you,

this is regarding the Alice lowell case --

that I told you we found her remains

this morning over in Manhattan.

How can I help you?

Well, we want to see the material

that you said you had on the case.

Not one thing turned up in that case.

I kept boxes of stuff on that case in my closet.

We were wondering,

what was your opinion on the parents?

They moved like four or five years later --

down someplace in north Miami.

The heartbreak for them two.

She was their only child?

The only child. When they left,

he left me all his records, his files

in case I could ever make any use.

I kept them with my own files.

No lead ever developed.

I promised him i�d contact him

if an arrest was made.

Well, how about those boxes?

Yeah, the boxes -- i�ll get them for you.

Let me give you a hand.

What, are you cracking wise?

He�s not cracking wise, Mr. Hoffman.

That�s my case. I�m working that case.

Tell him he�s retired and what year we�re in.

I promised them parents.

I keep their phone number in my wallet.

It�s area code 305.

Try to take that case out from under me,

me and you are going to have a problem.

You were going to get US those boxes.

Them boxes stay in my possession.

Nobody wants to take your boxes from you.

I go where them boxes go.

Good. Great.

All right then.

I think there�s peanut brittle there.

Yeah. I�m going to have a piece.

I�ll be back in a few minutes.

I got it in the closet.

For god�s sake.

Would you let me carry one of them boxes, please?

No. I recall i�ve worked a few New York cases.

Yeah, you were saying.

Not in this station house.

This is going to be great.

Why don�t we set up in the coffee room here?

Where�s that going to be?

Follow me. Right in here.

For gosh sakes.

It�s okay. No harm done.

Gosh. Gosh.

What�s going on?

That�s the hoboken detective

that worked the girl going missing

that won�t let you put hands on the case materials

without him around.

But he�ll let you look at them.

Yeah, under his supervision.

Here�s the ownership and tenants list

from the building where she was found.

Guess you can check them against his records.

Give me my box.

Here you go.

Half senile and living by himself.

Coffee?

Yeah, i�ll take a cup, if you don�t mind.

How do you take it?

My usual.

I usually have a spoonful of that creamora with it.

Good.

Look, we got an ownership list here

and a tenants list here

on this Houston street building

from when this little girl went missing,

and we want to compare them names

with all them names on the receipts

and so forth you got in your boxes.

Thank you.

Sure.

What you got to understand,

we can�t have you controlling your boxes

like you�re at fort Knox or so forth,

doling them case materials out.

As much as we respect your keeping faith with the case...

We got to do this efficient.

I got them rubber banded and labeled

in different ways --

lists of the people the parents knew,

canceled checks to merchants,

income tax and the like.

I�ll put them out here on the table.

Good.

You can go through them

and ask me what you don�t understand.

Good. That�s a good plan.

All the kids in her school

and schools they had sporting events against.

How�d it go at court?

Not that good.

Judge wouldn�t issue an order

to have the bullet taken out?

He lacks the courage of his convictions.

If you can talk this guy into standing in a lineup,

Jill and Diane got the woman who owns the dog

to agree to take a look.

Agrees to look at a lineup this woman,

yet won�t allow a simple surgical procedure

on a dog�s nose.

Time to be thinking about your man in the pokey, Greg.

Yeah, all right. Yeah, point taken.

This may be your lucky day, Calvin.

Ready for your world to go right side up again?

What happened?

Looks like maybe your alibi holds up.

Waitress at the coffee shop you said you were at

remembers seeing someone matching your description

being there the same time

as the shooting on 7th street.

She does?

She does.

I�m out of here?

You got to stand a little informal lineup

so she can see you again to be sure,

but then you�d be out.

I don�t know if I want to do a lineup.

It�s an informal lineup. It�s doing you a favor.

The guy the waitress said she saw

sounded just like you.

He fit my description?

To a "t."

Come on, it�ll just take a minute,

and then you�re back on the street.

She�s committed to picking me out?

This is what I meant

about it being your lucky day.

Yeah, okay.

Tell her next time i�m in for coffee,

she�s in for a big tip.

Let me set up the logistics.

How�s it going?

That�s Paul Hoffman from hoboken.

Worked the girl going missing nine years ago.

Art fancy.

Paul Hoffman.

Looking to connect names with the building

we found her in.

Appreciate your help, Paul.

Excuse me.

I tried to live a good life.

I know it�s in there.

It�s to do with them boxes,

but I don�t know

how it�s in there no more.

Herb garnett construction tears down a shed

behind the lowells� house -- $127.

What�s that?

Herb garnett, 3% ownership

on the Houston street building.

Probably payment for contracting on the building.

Is that something from my materials?

Someone had access to both the house in hoboken

and the building here where her body�s found,

and herb�s still in business.

I�m going to reach out and offer the guy.

Good.

Want to stick around?

Sure, i�d be happy to.

As long as you want.

Any help I can be.

The man who shot the gun

isn�t who I was paying attention to.

Maybe this will jog your memory.

How can it jog something I didn�t see?

I was paying attention to Jerry.

Just look at each of the men carefully,

and if you recognize anyone,

identify him by number and tell US where from.

How?

Each of them has a number on.

Are they all criminals?

We don�t know that yet.

All set?

Let�s get it over with.

Don�t be in a hurry.

I could stay in here all day.

I don�t recognize the person who shot my dog.

How about who shot the man?

Any of these people ring a bell for that?

I don�t have any idea.

That�s why we need that bullet.

I�m not discussing that bullet in Jerry period.

Let me out.

Sure. Why don�t we get you a cab back to the vet�s?

Probably demonstrates against the use of lab mice.

Can we kick the guy we like, too?

Kick rowley, too?

Yeah, let me try a little something.

Kick all six.

Yeah, put them on the street! I didn�t recognize anyone!

Calm down, Mr. Jones.

I didn�t see no bald son of a bitch

running off down the street,

and I see my half brother on his knees bleeding to death

after this bald son of a bitch prick must have shot him!

What the hell is that about?

What do you mean?

You said it was going to be a waitress looking at me.

You weren�t picked out, Calvin. You�re free to go.

You said it was the waitress from the owl.

Let�s get your vouchered property returned,

and then we�ll put you out on the street.

Follow me into the squad.

Into the squad?

Follow me in.

You don�t take that seriously,

the threat you heard him issue?

If you�ve been doing this as long as we have,

you�d be thick-skinned about outbursts from relations.

"Go screw" is an outburst.

That guy is waiting to kill me.

Once he�s outside, Calvin, breathes some fresh air,

his perspective�s likely to change.

Sure, let�s roll the dice with my life.

Get him his vouchered property.

You ought to be getting me an armed escort leaving.

Sure, yeah.

Any particular type epaulets on their uniforms?

What�s he alleging, actually?

He himself doesn�t allege he saw me waste the guy.

I-I think what he specifically alleges

is not seeing you flee several seconds afterwards.

Forget about not,

because he does allege seeing me,

but my point is, two seconds is an eternity.

Is your point that he actually may have

seen you running down the street

and misconstrued your role,

this huge, black, grief-maddened half brother?

If possibly he saw me running down the street

with a Fanny pack,

that does not mean that I shot his half brother.

Are you saying now that you weren�t

at that owl coffee shop, Calvin,

as you previously averred?

I may have confused being at the owl then

with some other time I was at the owl.

You were on the street when the shooting happened.

An innocent bystander.

Who wound up holding a murder weapon.

Who is that psycho outside the station house?

Says he�s going to kill

someone we�ve got in custody.

How�s it going?

Hey.

Have you ever heard the expression "bagman"?

Yes.

Well, I am literally the actual bagman,

that I was given this Fanny pack by my brother

to dispose of after he shot this other guy,

and I will tell that to the judge.

After you take US to your brother.

No problem, no problemo, and I will tell you

the whole sick story on the way.

Sit there till we talk to our boss,

then we�ll straighten things out.

I�m just at a loss. How can you put me involved?

Just relax there a minute, Mr. Garnett.

Alleged i�m involved in a traffic accident.

No.

What is this now? What the hell is this?

John, where�s that old cop? He�s not in the coffee room.

He may have stepped out while I was upstairs.

That guy won�t know what borough he�s in.

Is this going to delay my disposition?

We�re going to get to you in a second.

That old cop walked out?

He may have. I was in the observation room.

We were running a lineup on another case.

He shouldn�t be walking around this neighborhood.

You want me to notify communications

with his description?

Yeah, �cause he don�t have all his faculties.

That�s the guy we wanted to talk to about the girl?

Herb garnett.

Do the interview.

I�ll put the description out.

Make sure they know he�s a retired cop

and for them to be respectful and gentle.

Yeah.

Now you.

Come on.

What I don�t get is,

if my car�s involved in a traffic accident,

how could I not know about it?

I mean, that�s why I think you guys� bookkeeping�s off.

Sit down, Mr. Garnett.

I-I got a good driving record.

I misspoke saying traffic.

This is a property problem.

What property?

That you used to be a part-owner of

on Houston street.

Houston street?

You don�t remember that? You�re a working guy.

How much property could you have owned?

No, I remember it.

There were a group of owners on that property.

I had a small piece.

I sold out quite a few years ago.

The problem is from when you owned it.

Up on the second floor.

Why does this concern me? What about the other owners?

Herb, it�s your problem, nobody else�s.

You�re the one guy who owned a piece of that property

also tore down a shed for the lowell family

over in hoboken.

I never heard of that family.

We got a canceled check paying you for work

with yours and your son�s signature on the back.

Look, I work a lot of places. I don�t remember the lowells.

They had an 8-year-old daughter -- Alice lowell.

I don�t remember.

You remember bricking up any little girl�s body

on the second floor of your rat hole property

on Houston street nine years ago?

Absolutely not.

Garnett, either you�re a raping,

murdering, scumbag pedophile,

or your son is and you�re covering for him,

and you don�t walk or crawl out that door

until I find out which.

What do you got to bring my son in this for?

He did it or you did.

Somebody cuts his mother�s head off,

my partner�s going to keep me in line,

but a murdering pedophile,

US cops look at that different.

My partner won�t step up for you,

and I am the excitable type.

I want to cooperate, but what if I don�t know anything?

Don�t you have something to do?

I�m going upstairs.

Don�t go!

I only stay, you volunteer

what he�ll get out of you otherwise.

My son did not rape this girl.

He did not kill her. They was just playing,

and something happened.

She choked on something she swallowed.

Stay with that, i�m going to beat your balls off.

Well, go ahead.

You think I helped him otherwise, you�re crazy.

You�re admitting you took her body

and bricked her up.

Look, he was so afraid of going to jail.

He didn�t have a mother anymore. It was just him and me.

Look, he�s always had problems.

I had to do what I could to help him.

Yes or no -- you transported that dead little girl�s body

and bricked her up.

I brought her over to this building...

Yes!

And went on living and working

with a murdering rapist.

He did not harm that little girl.

Yeah, he did! He did all those things to her,

and a part of you knows it,

and god help you if he did it to anybody else

all these years that you have been protecting him.

Write down where we can pick him up.

He�s my son.

Don�t say another word.

His condition,

that�s the right place for him -- my brother.

Absolutely, till he becomes fully conscious.

That stomach pumping�s an ugly thing.

I�ve never seen that done up close.

They do what�s necessary.

Anyways, what he was mumbling,

cursing me for ratting him out --

that�ll count as a confession, no?

For a start, but we�ll want him

to dot the i�s and cross the t�s

once his system�s cleared.

What are my chances for an interim release?

Those would be nil, Calvin.

Nil?

Being accessory to a homicide, correct.

After the fact.

Nil.

Still nil.

God!

God, shoot him! He�s coming for me!

Nah, he�s just going to his desk.

His desk?

Yeah, his desk is over there,

next to detective kirkendall�s.

This is sick,

everything about what you people do.

You still work with your father, Billy?

Yeah, certain jobs. Not all the time.

Sit down.

Hey, I didn�t borrow his car,

if that�s what you want to know.

You a good carpenter or bricklayer?

I�m all right. Mostly I do labor.

Your father�s in a lot of trouble, Billy.

He�s maybe going to prison.

What for?

Remember an 8-year-old girl, lived at a house

you and your dad tore down a shed at over in hoboken?

What do you mean my dad�s going to prison?

We�re talking about nine years ago.

Remember that girl

that was the daughter of the people?

Her name was Alice.

She had a red and pink dress with little flowers on it --

brown-haired girl, real pretty.

I don�t remember.

Come on. You remember that girl.

No.

It�s his father.

What do you mean?

Billy, your father owned a piece of property here.

There�s a little brick wall on the second floor.

We found the remains of the girl in there.

Your father killed that girl, and now he�s going to pay.

He wouldn�t do that.

Then who would?

He�s a good father.

Good father? Well, who knows?

Maybe he�s good to his own kid

while he goes around murdering other people�s kids.

My dad didn�t kill that little girl.

Don�t tell US you did it to try to protect him.

If you�re lying, i�m going to see it in your eyes.

He didn�t.

How did you do it?

I didn�t.

It was an accident she had on her own.

Help me!

I�ll kill you and brick your body up!

Say it!

Say what you did!

Danny!

Something made it happen!

You want your father in jail for something you did?

�cause that�s what�s going to happen.

Say it! Say it!

All right, all right!

It was me.

Sit with this guy three minutes.

No problem.

Little shook up.

You want to keep him that way?

No, just let him cool out.

Murdering bastard.

The worst.

Defenseless little girl.

No, that�s the worst.

So maybe we clear our heads a couple of minutes,

then you tell the old man his kid went.

And you take the kid�s statement.

You don�t want to kill that asshole, Danny.

You want to fob me off on the old man

�cause you don�t trust me getting that statement.

What�s wrong, Danny?

Okay, so then i�ll tell the father,

and then i�ll notify the d. A.

What�s wrong?

Hey, Danny.

How�s it going?

He gave it up, this kid.

Good.

I went off on him.

He killed a little girl.

Andy�s going to take his written statement.

I should maybe think about working at blockbuster�s,

where you don�t lay hands on nobody.

Would you give me some rhythm on my late fees?

Yeah, i�ll absolutely let you slide.

I just wished I felt more

like I knew what I was doing.

You know what I mean, Diane?

The next thing coming out my mouth,

or when i�ll wind up sitting next to a lake.

This guy killed a girl, and you got emotional.

Andy didn�t let it go too far,

and you�re there that way for him.

Thank god for our partners, right?

Anyways, let me go talk to his father.

Are you seeing Mary? Want to get a bite after work?

You�re not busy?

No.

Do you want to go to mac�s?

There�s a fresh idea.

Sector boy found your retired cop,

but they can�t get him to come in.

Old guy handled himself good,

making that phone call to north Miami.

Yeah.

Some relief to the parents, knowing there�s a collar.

So how do you feel that�s a one-way street, Danny?

My reaching out for counsel --

"do I pinch-hit escorting Eddie gibson�s niece?"

That�s okay for me asking you,

but with the shoe on the other foot,

or you needing advice or the like,

you go through life close-mouthed.

If I knew the question to ask, you�d be getting it.

Then i�ll ask you one.

Now, the bastard in that room,

that�s one thing,

but what�s this walking the city half the night?

See, that�s it.

Nightmares and so forth,

where i�d rather walk the streets.

Nightmares that can be doozies.

Some i�ve had,

you�d prefer canvassing the whole borough.

What�s the subject?

Hey, I don�t care what any of it�s about.

I�m not one for big interpretations.

No, but give me a for instance.

When my sisters are getting burned up

and I fail to get them out.

That one is pretty frequent.

You�re responsible for them, so that makes sense.

Walking down the stairs with them from the airplane,

holding their hands when we�re coming down the stairs.

Well, that�s real life,

but that�s one I see all the time.

Coming over from Norway.

Here I come, walking them down the stairs,

holding their hands

like I know what planet we just landed on.

How old were you, like, 6?

The little one�s 2, lori�s 3 1/2.

Here we come down the stairs not knowing the language,

not knowing what the hell i�m doing.

"Take care of your sisters" is my sole instructions.

"Look out for the little ones."

I bought the manual -- "how to raise a 2-

and 3 1/2-year-old when you�re 6 yourself."

So that can get exhausting, you know?

Those dreams.

Your mom never stayed in touch?

I�ll tell you, Andy,

i�d settle for just knowing how to live.

You know what I mean?

I�d as soon not have another dream

or understand any of it.

You�re doing good, Danny.

It�s early in the game, you know.

I don�t want to wear out.

You get tired...

You lean on me.

All right.

Thanks very much.

You never drink any sort of spirits, do you?

Exhausted my quota.

Does this make you uncomfortable?

No, no.

After someone dies,

they say every first thing you do is hard.

After Bobby died,

you were the first new friend I was able to make...

And you�re precious to me for that.

You�re precious to me.

Any way I can help.

That�s all i�m trying to say.

Man: Here you go.

The thing in life you got to be lucky about --

everyone gets this or that portion on their plate,

but where you definitely get your fighting chance

is friends.

I�m real lucky with the friends

i�ve made in our squad.

I�ll tell you, my appetite�s back

like i�m going to the chair.