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Previously, on "NYPD blue"...

What do you need, Angela?

'Cause hell if I'm going through all this again.

I wish I could go back and change things, but I can't.

I worked my ass off so we could have something to build on,

turn around to find out you're putting it up your nose.

It ended horribly, but are you gonna tell me

that the first five years weren't the best of your life?

We can do better for both of them together

than we could trying to do it on our own.

My apartment has two bedrooms.

All right.

It was good seeing you.

You too.

Call me sometime, if you want.

Don't you get in early?

What are you doing here?

I stopped by your place with coffee, but no answer.

Had some paperwork.

Thanks.

It's probably cold by now, but...

Tony... I need something.

I know you think you saw this coming,

but I just need a little help.

What?

I was on my way home from work last night,

and this guy on the subway bumped into me.

What did he get?

No, he pushed me into an exposed screw or something,

and I think I got a scratch on the back of my thigh,

but I-I just can't see it.

The nerve of some people.

Maybe this isn't the best light to look.

Is there someplace better you can think of?

Freeze, lieutenant.

Assume the position.

Female d. O. A., no I. D.

Looks young-- too healthy to be a pross.

And a strange wound, looks like she got bit by a vampire.

Seeing that's impossible, tell me what we're looking at.

Two little puncture wounds on her neck,

right close to each other.

Not bullets?

No, very small, no stippling.

Got her off an anonymous call to 911.

The number came back to a pay phone nearby.

Jones and medavoy are checking it out.

I found a purse. It's new, so it could be hers.

No I. D.?

No, and nothing in the immediate area.

We know what time the attendant shows up? Around 8:00.

They've got a surveillance camera for license plates.

We'll run everything from the last 24 hours.

We'll start the canvass.

I think I know this girl.

If it's her, she's an auxiliary cop, Heather Peterson.

Out of our precinct?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's her. That's Heather.

Get her covered up.

So, we confirm she was an auxiliary cop?

For 4 months-- Heather Peterson-- 17.

Auxiliary captain said she was a hard worker, a cop buff.

Mostly, they'd send her into bars or liquor stores

to see could she buy without I. D.

There's nothing on canvass.

Crime scene said the pay phone the anonymous tip came from

had been wiped down.

Mom let US search the girl's room.

We got some personal effects and a diary.

Her parents say how long she'd been missing?

It's only the mom.

The girl left at 6:00 for an early shift at a coffee shop.

The mom also mentioned that six months ago,

she had a bad breakup with a guy, Quentin stottle.

She got an order of protection on him, which he violated,

and did 30 days.

So he's not locked up. Not anymore.

There's no answer at his place.

The hardware store his probation officer said he works at

doesn't open for an hour.

Thought we'd get a jump on going through the effects.

Whoever's free will handle it. Sit on the hardware store.

And let's treat this like she was one of ours.

That was the plan.

You missed a loop.

Okay.

Firebombing at an apartment on 2nd and a.

Connie, you and Rita.

Molotov cocktail.

Anyone hurt?

F.d. Put it out pretty quick.

The owner Raymond dobbs and his sister Sariah.

Thanks.

Detectives Ortiz and mcdowell.

Can you tell US what happened?

I heard the boom go up, looked out the window and saw this.

Can you think who might have done it?

How are we supposed to know?

Fire bombings aren't random.

So what are you asking?

You in a beef with anyone?

No, I just saw the flames and went for the phone.

It was pretty scary. We're both a little shook up.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I mean, it's a rough neighborhood.

Could have been anybody.

And there's that one guy-- the homeless guy.

Yeah, right, choppy.

Maybe you ought to talk to him.

Choppy?

He sleep on the stoop sometimes.

I shoved him off once, and he pulled a knife.

You report it?

He split, so I let it drop.

This choppy-- he's the best bet? You're sure?

It's all I can think of.

All right, we'll be in touch.

Anything else, give US a call.

Sit down.

You always carry a box cutter, Quentin?

It's for work. I stock shelves.

You got a record?

I'm gonna guess you know I do.

We also know you're on parole

and carrying a box cutter could be seen as a violation.

How'd I offend you guys?

When's the last time you saw Heather Peterson?

Six months ago.

Was this face-to-face or looking at her from behind a bush

while you're spanking your Johnson?

What?

You were stalking her?

No.

Explain the order of protection.

Her overprotective freaked-out mother.

On account of you calling her daughter at all hours

and hanging outside her window?

She was my girlfriend, okay? My legit girlfriend.

It freaked her mom out 'cause she thought I was too old.

You being 25 and the girl's 17, she was legally right.

Don't make me a stalker. She was my girlfriend.

And her mom who just lost Heather's dad to cancer

was freaked out, didn't like my age.

We tried to sneak around her,

and she caught US a few times and flipped.

Were you near a vacant lot on 3rd this morning?

No, I was in bed. Then I went to work.

Anyone back that up?

No, why? What is up?

Heather was found dead in a vacant lot on 3rd.

No, come on.

Did you kill her?

Hell, no. Are you serious?

No, we're kidding. You got a pellet gun?

She got shot with a pellet gun.

We check your place, we're not gonna find one?

I don't have any gun. I didn't kill her.

We're gonna check your place.

You'll consent to that, or do you want to sit here all day?

I guess I'll consent to it.

All right, write that down.

Hey.

Hey.

You working on the auxiliary cop?

Doing groundwork, yeah.

So you're busy.

Was something on your mind?

Only if you got time.

Well, sit down.

I think my grandmother's getting taken in a phone scam.

Well, how'd it come up?

She asked to borrow $5,000,

saying she wanted to invest it for me.

You get the particulars?

When I told her I thought it was a scam, she got real angry

and said if I ever mentioned it again,

she'd stop speaking to me.

Did she say how much she spent so far?

She wouldn't say, but she lives on her social security.

I'll look into it.

I'd be happy to come with you.

No, Valerie, when old people get taken in scams,

they get embarrassed.

And if she knew you got cops involved,

she might stop speaking to you.

So, when you go there, it didn't come from me?

Unh-unh, just the thorough work of New York's finest.

All right, where's she live?

Uptown-- West Side.

I'll-- I'll just write it down.

You look nice today.

Just today?

I walked into that one?

All right, I'll be in touch.

Thanks.

And, thanks for the compliment.

No luck with choppy. Uniforms never heard the name.

We were thinking of heading out to canvass the parks nearby.

Hold off. We got a stabbing at 1402 Avenue "a."

Across the street from the firebombing.

Check it out.

See if it's related or if it's just a busy block.

This Quentin's half a candidate.

We're gonna search his apartment.

You'll want to hear this first--

Heather Peterson's diary.

The marked page, with the initials and phone numbers.

But these were guys she was sleeping with.

The subheading says "15th."

Cops from the 15th?

You call the numbers?

Yeah, pagers or cell phones,

all belonging to cops in the 15th.

The first one's the captain of the auxiliary, Robert Lane.

He's the first conversation.

He should be on his way up.

If need be, I want I. A. B. Involved,

and this rolls out by the book, no rhythm from nobody.

This girl was 17.

Captain Robert Lane. Detective medavoy called.

Yeah, detective sipowicz and Clark.

We got to ask you a couple of questions

about Heather Peterson.

Sure, of course.

Have a seat, Mr. Lane.

Captain Lane--

captain of the auxiliary police deserves the title.

I appreciate that, detective.

How long you been with the auxiliary?

5 years. We never had a loss like this.

Heather was a good cop.

We understand you had her making underage alcohol buys.

She effective?

Very-- in spite of her age, she had a real maturity--

tripped a lot of guys up-- bar owners, liquor-store owners.

I should tell you

we had Heather doing alcohol buys in the precinct.

We're not supposed to,

in case she ended up going into a place she was known,

so you might want to look at bar owners she popped recently.

Here's a list.

Do you know of anybody on this list that gave her trouble?

Not that I know of.

So this is a general suggestion.

What kind of relationship did you have with Heather?

Good. She worked hard. She liked police work.

You have a relationship with her outside the auxiliary?

Like a sexual relationship?

Why would you-- I mean, what on earth makes you think--

she's got you in her diary.

My god.

Can you account for your whereabouts from 6:00 a. M.?

Yes. Y-Yes, I can. I-I was with my wife till 8:30.

She have to know about this?

Do you have any reason to do this girl harm?

She threaten to tell your wife?

No, no, absolutely not!

She liked the authority, you know, and the uniform.

I wasn't the only one.

You were her boss.

Yeah, but she was mature, way beyond her years.

She really came after me.

Chased you into the corner, tore your clothes off?

Come on, detective.

Do you have anything that might help US?

Nothing I can think of.

We might have to confirm your whereabouts with your wife.

What will you tell her?

We'll make something up.

What's your day job?

I got a business-- plumbing fixtures.

Hang on to it, 'cause you're done with police work.

Victim's inside-- says he opened the door,

and a masked male stabbed him in the chest and split.

Sanitation gonna get that car out of here?

Not this month.

What's his name?

Joe whittaker.

What's with the beating?

Says it's not related.

Rough time you've been having, Mr. Whittaker.

I always check the peephole. I didn't, and look what it got me.

A guy in a mask stabbed you-- big guy, little?

I didn't have my glasses on.

Is there any reason you can think of

why someone would want to stab you?

No, I pretty much keep to myself.

How'd you get beat up?

I got into it with some punks last week.

Mr. Whittaker,

those injuries can't be more than a few hours old.

It happened last week.

Would you recognize the punks if you saw them again?

Nope.

Didn't have your glasses on then, either?

They knocked them off.

You hear about the firebombing on the street this morning?

Smelt it first.

The stabbing wouldn't be related to that at all, would it?

Now, how would I know?

Firebombing, stabbing, or is this block just the wild west?

I got no idea how that car went up.

There's nothing else you can tell US

to help find who stabbed you or beat you up?

The man came to my door, stabbed me,

and then ran off like a punk.

Now, getting beat up-- ancient history.

Mr. Whittaker, I don't know what kind of game you're running,

but level with US now

or we'll come down on you when we figure this out.

I don't know what to tell you.

If something pops up...

Doubt it will.

Take it anyway.

Estelle Haywood?

Yes.

I'm detective Jones from the 15th precinct.

I need to talk to you about a rash of crimes

you might have been a victim of.

I don't think I've been the victim of anything,

but you can come in.

Thank you.

Have you had any strange phone calls recently--

anyone offering investment advice?

How did you come to me, now?

Your name came up

in an investigation of telephone scam artists.

Our surveillance showed they might be talking to you.

I can't remember any calls about any investments.

15th-- isn't that downtown?

Yes, it is.

Do you know my granddaughter Valerie Haywood?

She's a district attorney downtown.

Um, I may have heard the name.

But you don't know her, though?

You know, maybe if I saw her,

I could put the name with the face.

But, typically,

these people call offering investment opportunities,

like buying property in Florida,

a share in an oil or gas lease,

rare coins, foreign lottery.

What's that, now-- lottery?

Someone calls saying you won a lottery in a foreign country,

maybe britain or Canada, but to claim it,

you have to secure a foreign bond for $1,000, $2,000.

Did you get that call?

My god.

How much did you give them?

They said if I put up money,

I would get back at least $2 million.

That's not true, ma'am.

So far, I've given them $5,000.

Did they ever give you a phone number to call?

They usually call me.

Well, I'll need permission to check your phone records.

Yeah.

And these people can be very clever, ma'am,

so there's no reason to feel embarrassed.

Who said I did?

No one. All right. I'll be in touch.

Sit down, Shannon.

What's up?

You knew Heather Peterson?

To say hi to.

No more than that? 'Cause we got her diary.

It says you knew her better than just saying hi.

Am I gonna have a problem over this?

Yeah, you might, given her age.

Guys, she looked 30.

You knew she wasn't.

For now, let's concentrate on the homicide.

I don't know anything about it.

But you were screwing her?

It never got as far as that, but other things-- you know.

What was with this girl-- she the precinct bang?

It was an open secret. You want a little play, talk to Heather.

What was her take on it?

She was a cop groupie. She was cool with it.

She ever threaten to blow a whistle?

Never to me.

Any of the other guys mention she did?

No, she just wanted to be around cops,

so she did what she thought we'd want.

Did it ever concern you that she was 17?

She didn't look 17, and she didn't act it,

and she just put it out there.

So, why not?

Andy, if you saw this girl--

we did-- dead in a vacant lot.

You got kids, Shannon?

2-year-old twins-- boy and a girl.

How would you feel finding out that your daughter at 17

was a precinct hump?

You're right-- it shouldn't have happened.

Am I gonna have trouble over this?

You can't prosecute statutory rape

when the complainant's dead.

You know of other cops sleeping with her?

Come on, guys, don't make me a rat.

We just need you to confirm names.

Yeah?

Um, I ran all the cars that went in the lot

within the last 24 hours of when Heather Peterson was found--

got two guys worth a conversation.

One of them's a known dope dealer.

The other, Craig roll, took a collar for assault.

Get them in.

Flowers, boss?

Medavoy...

Lieutenant Rodriguez.

I think the boss has a girl.

Look at that.

Stabbing and the firebombing?

No one's talking. No one saw it.

Real uncooperative.

There's a shooting in the building

next to where the car was torched.

Victim named dobbs?

They didn't say. Sort it out now.

Nice flowers.

Thanks.

Stay available.

Shannon was on the list?

She was beyond her years, she threw it at US--

17-year-old girl he's talking about.

Nothing on the homicide?

Nothing-- no one got to know her too well.

Howdy. Got a message to come up.

In here.

So serious?

Take a seat.

I'm good.

You know Heather Peterson?

Auxiliary cop-- turned up d. O. A.

Were you screwing her, too?

You were in her diary as having sex with her.

It said that exactly-- "he was having sex with me"?

Concentrate, laughlin. What was your relationship?

Do I need a delegate or a lawyer?

If we thought you did, we'd tell you.

'Cause you and me are such pals.

Do you know anything about the homicide?

Are you accusing me? I want my delegate.

Meaning you were involved?

Meaning I don't trust either of you.

What time did you go on patrol?

I want my delegate.

Can you account for yourself around 6:00 a. M.?

Hey, asshole, come clean,

and we'll look past what a scumbag you were with this girl,

but you keep wasting our time,

and it's not US you got a problem with-- it's I. A. B.

I was at the gym this morning from 5:30 to 8:00.

Describe your relationship.

I ain't admitting to any relationship

or answering any further questions

without a delegate and lawyer.

Get out.

Grandmother was watching TV

when bullets start flying through the door.

She took one in the leg. She'll make it.

So, what now?

And stay away from homeless people that don't exist.

We were watching TV, and somebody started shooting.

Why were they shooting at you? How do I know they were?

So they were after your grandma?

What's your take on it?

I was just sitting there.

Guys, no one gets firebombed and shot at in the same day

without knowing the source.

Don't know what to tell you.

Let's talk at the station house.

No, nobody's going anywhere, okay? We didn't do nothing.

Raymond, you got any warrants on you? No.

So when we call for information on you,

we're gonna find you clean?

No-- I mean, yeah. You will find me clean.

Let's go. You too.

I need to stay here. Our dad's coming home.

We'll make sure a cop sticks around for him.

Then I should get to the hospital and be with my grandma.

You want to get dragged down the hall?

Let's go.

Have a seat, Mr. Roll.

I just, got to ask you a couple of questions

about your whereabouts this morning.

All right.

Did you happen to park

in a lot on 9th street and Avenue c this morning?

Is this 'cause I didn't pay? 'Cause the guy wasn't there.

No, it's not about that. But-- but you were at the lot?

I do my grocery shopping

at the 24-hour place down the block.

About what time were you there?

7:00, 7:30, just before heading to work.

Which is where?

A bodega on Avenue c. I don't shop there.

There's not much selection, if you were wondering.

What's going on?

Did you see anything suspicious in the lot this morning?

No.

Didn't hear anything out of the ordinary,

like, maybe a girl screaming?

No. Is this going where I think it is,

like someone got hurt there?

A girl was murdered,

and her body was dumped in the lot this morning.

Man. Really?

You know anything about that?

No. God.

Mr. Roll, do you have a, criminal record?

No.

I understand you took an assault collar two years ago.

I was never convicted of anything.

I thought that's what you meant.

Arrests as well as convictions.

Accidentally, one time, I hit my mom.

I was taking some allergy medication

and had a bad reaction,

which the doctor said later was fairly common.

And I got disoriented and hit her.

She didn't press charges,

and I never took the medication again.

Are you on any other kind of medication, Mr. Roll?

Have you been in the hospital recently?

No. It was an accident.

I felt terrible afterwards. I still do.

Do you know the name Heather Peterson?

No. Is she who died?

And you think because I hit my mom that I did it?

Did you, Mr. Roll?

No. That's absurd. That's laughable.

Then I don't want to waste any more of your time.

But to satisfy my boss, I am gonna have to search your car.

Would you have a problem with that?

Will you do it fast, so I can get out of here?

Soon as I get the keys.

Go nuts.

You hurt me, and I swear I'll sue.

You know the name estelle Haywood?

No.

So you didn't make 15 calls to her apartment

over the last two weeks?

I've never heard of her.

Whose phone is that?

I borrowed it off a friend.

Name and number of your friend.

Sam riser. I can't think of his number right now.

But you're trying to scam me now, Paul?

'Cause I'm not some defensive shut-in. I'll kick your ass.

For what?

The Canadian lottery ring a bell? No.

You want to do 5 years in jail or make a deal for probation?

I still have no idea what I've done.

Give the money back, I'll go to bat for probation.

Keep whining about lawsuits and how you're innocent,

I'll go to estelle Haywood's granddaughter,

who's a Manhattan d. A.,

and I'll tell her, "burn the sorry scumbag."

A district attorney?

I-I don't have the money.

Then you're getting locked up.

No, I mean-- I mean I have some of it.

I play the horses.

How much is "some"?

Almost half.

Where?

Home, in a shoe box.

Let's go.

So?

Talked to all the cops she was banging.

Nobody knew anything about her.

Beyond being an easy score.

All these stand-up guys.

We spent the last hour

shaking down junkies and pross near the crime scene.

A big zero. You search that guy's car?

Yeah, no blood, nothing broken, pretty clean.

Too clean?

Nah, it just looks normal.

You got anything on him past the assault collar?

No further record, no outstanding warrants.

His boss says he's a pretty quiet guy-- nothing else.

Well, kick him.

Detectives... Can I get a minute in private?

How's the case going?

What is it, laughlin?

Well, word is, it's not going so well.

What do you want?

I been talking to some of the guys, and everybody's saying

you're not looking to jam US up 'cause the girl was young.

That was my concern.

I just don't want to look uncooperative and buy trouble

for something other guys are skating on.

Get to it.

She had a guy who was bothering her.

What does that mean?

Harassing her, and then one time, he followed her home.

What was the guy's name?

She said it once. I don't remember it.

So you never looked into it?

What am I gonna do-- muscle the guy in an alley?

Then if the guy finds out I got a relationship with the girl

and complains to the job, I'm screwed.

You are something else.

Where was she seeing this guy to get harassed?

Some market she passed on her way to school.

In the neighborhood, some bodega.

Was this guy's name Craig, maybe Craig roll?

Yeah, that sounds right. That was it.

Dumb son of a bitch.

Hey, is Craig roll out of the building yet?

Unbelievable. We got an address on him?

Yeah, 9th street. It's in my notes.

What's going on?

You're an asshole, and your timing sucks.

Excuse me for trying to help.

Thanks, Josh.

Any time.

Failure-to-appear warrant-- stealing car stereos.

Car stereo-- one, and it wasn't me who stole it.

Raymond, you want to talk deal?

Give US a reason a crime wave crashed on your block,

or don't, and you're in jail tonight.

It's this crazy old dude Joe whittaker.

He don't know when to stop.

Joe whittaker,

who lives in the building across the street from you?

Who got stabbed in the chest and the crap kicked out of him?

Don't know nothing about that.

What do you know?

He damn near raped my sister last night.

What happened?

She's out all night,

come home 8:00 in the morning.

I'm supposed to be watching her while my pops is out of town.

So when she comes home all mussed up,

the back of her clothes all dirty, I'm like, "what's up?"

And she said Joe whittaker mussed her up and got her dirty?

At first, she didn't tell me nothing,

but down the line, she admitted

he pulled up on her in his car and made her get in,

started feeling all over her, telling her how pretty she was

and how he wanted to get with her.

She had to fight him off, then he kicked her into the dirt.

Then you went to his place and put a beating on him.

Hey, I went to talk to him. He took a swing at me first.

Then he paid you back with the molotov cocktail.

Which you repaid by stabbing him in the chest.

Don't recall that.

Raymond, you level with US, or there's no hope for a deal.

I beat on him and stuck him with the knife, but just barely.

I mean, he damn near raped my sister.

Write it down. I'm gonna go talk to Sariah.

Ain't she been through enough?

We'll be gentle. Get writing.

Thanks, Lisa.

I'd really like to get to the hospital now

to see my grandma.

We need to talk

about what happened to you last night, Sariah--

how, Mr. Whittaker nearly raped you?

Right.

So, what happened?

He-- I was walking home from school,

and he grabbed me, and he took me in an alley.

You told your brother

Mr. Whittaker drove you around in a car all night.

Joe whittaker didn't attack you at all, did he?

Did you stay out all night and make up an excuse?

No, I did not. Raymond just came up with it on his own.

Explain yourself.

I was out with my boyfriend, and when I got home,

Raymond got all in my face.

Why didn't you tell him the truth?

He'd have beat on me and my boyfriend.

How'd he get to Mr. Whittaker?

Whittaker used to live next door,

and his cigar would stink up our apartment.

So we got in this huge fight.

He'd hassle me and Raymond in the hall

and got in fights with dad.

We had to move out because of it,

and now whenever we see him on the street, he hassles US.

So he just automatically thought Mr. Whittaker?

I might have kind of pushed him in that direction,

but just to shut him up.

But he ran with it.

I tried to calm him down, but he went crazy.

And whittaker-- burning our car and shooting at US?

I let it go too far,

but can I please, please go home now?

No, you can't go home. You wasted our day with this.

Now we're gonna waste your night sorting it out.

No. No. You don't understand.

Raymond called our father to come home from Philadelphia

when my grandma got shot.

If he gets to whittaker before he knows the truth--

my god.

Start writing.

We'll go safeguard Mr. Whittaker.

Mr. Roll?

He's in there. I hear him moving.

Craig, open the door!

We just want to talk to you a second!

Hey, we have some follow-up questions for you, Mr. Roll.

Why don't you open up?

I told the other detective everything I know.

It won't take a minute.

Lose the chain, and we'll get it out of the way.

I have to go now.

Andy, he's got a gun!

Drop it!

Aah!

All right, you're gonna be all right.

Pellet gun. I'll call for an ambulance.

Don't call nobody.

What's going on? I need an ambulance.

We got to have a conversation first.

I'm bleeding! You shot me!

The topic of this conversation is Heather Peterson!

Kid I've never heard of!

You never hassled her at the market you work at,

never tried to talk to her and got shut down?

She told her boyfriend and put it in her diary.

"Craig roll-- the guy at the market."

She's a liar!

Can we compare the slugs from your pellet gun

to the ones we took out of her neck?

Yes.

I need to go to the hospital.

Were you mad at Heather Peterson for some reason? No!

Did it have something to do with sex?

'Cause we know that was her thing.

You concentrate, Craig!

Concentrate, or we'll let you bleed to death right here!

Some people, for some reason,

just don't like talking to me.

That start to gnaw at you?

Yeah. People talk to Jerry and call me a creep.

That could gnaw at me.

Mr. Hair and arms and too tight pants,

that they talk to for some reason.

Did Heather have a thing for him, too?

She had sex with him in the storeroom. I saw it.

And you just wanted some, too?

She gave it to him-- that little whore.

But, no, I'm a creep.

I tried to talk to her to ask her

what's so wrong with me, you bitch whore?

And she put up a fight?

Slapping and punching me. I had to calm her slutty ass down.

So you just shot her with your pellet gun?

Just a little pop,

but she flipped out, so I gave her a second one.

Then all was quiet.

Is that when you pulled her pants off and had sex with her?

Yeah. Whore. Aah!

Don't you say that word again!

Don't you say nothing until I tell you to!

Get an ambulance.

What's going on?

Do it, or I'll blow your head off!

Move it! Move it! Police! Drop the gun!

He's cutting his nuts off first!

No one's getting cut, and you're going to drop the gun.

He tried to rape my child!

Mr. Dobbs, let's talk about it.

He cuts his nuts off, or I kill him!

You better start shooting,

'cause I ain't cutting off nothing.

Hurt him, and we'll kill you, and no one wants that.

Especially since no one got raped, Mr. Dobbs.

He tried! Did not!

He's telling the truth. Sariah lied about it.

What are you talking about?!

She lied about being raped

'cause she was out all night and needed an excuse.

I want to hear her say that!

Come down to the station house. She'll tell you.

Then why'd he set fire to my car?

'Cause your son beat him up for something he didn't do.

And fired a gun at my family?

'Cause Raymond stabbed him.

This got out of control real quick over nothing,

and you doing him harm just makes it worse.

Mr. Dobbs, right now,

everything can be explained if we talk to the d. A.

The stabbings and the fire-- it might all cancel out,

but if you hurt Mr. Whittaker,

you're going to jail, and your son's going with you--

end of story.

Then I want him to apologize for that damn cigar

and giving my daughter asthma.

I'm sorry about the damn cigar.

Both of you drop your weapons.

You should have said that years ago.

Get your pants up.

Heard you call it up.

He gave a statement at the hospital.

He's still getting patched up.

Did it have anything to do

with her work as an auxiliary cop?

Unrelated.

So, you called?

Yeah, I got a guy in.

Scam artist?

Yeah, he copped to ripping her off.

I told him I'd push for probation

if he gave the money back, but he only had half.

She gave him 5 grand total.

She can't go losing that kind of money.

Look, Valerie, she's very embarrassed over all this.

And more than that,

she's terrified you'll put her in a home.

I don't want to, but am I supposed to just let it slide

until the next scam comes along?

I think this wised her up.

I need to talk to her about it.

You can't do that.

Now, she made me promise to tell you

this was a legit investment and she got her money back.

I don't know if I can honor that.

All right, then press on it. She'll stop talking to you.

Come on, Valerie. Don't give me up.

I don't need to see any more of that Haywood wrath.

Haywood wrath?

Thanks for your help.

You available for dinner sometime?

Yeah.

I'll find you.

You rang?

In here.

Nice bouquet, lieu.

Let's go.

So, you got the guy?

You can wipe your hands?

All right, what am I doing here?

We're thinking if you'd done something about it

when she brought him up, she'd still be alive.

I know a lot of girls,

and if I looked into every guy they whined about,

I could start a business.

It's good you're thinking about other means of employment.

Turn in your badge or we go to I. A. B.

You got two days.

This is some personal thing you got for me.

It's nothing personal.

So everybody else and the other, they're gone, too?

That's up to you. You're no good at the job.

One way or another, you're gone.

That's a rat move, and it's gonna get around, I promise you!

Get out of the building right now!

You couple of no-good pricks!

Out now...

Or you'll have more than I. A. B. To worry about.

I took a cooking class two years ago.

Most of it-- whoosh--

but a few things, though...

It's delicious.

Thank you.

What?

I just, um...

It's hard to associate you with domestic things.

I guess, in some ways, I grew up a little.

It suits you.

Thanks.

This is nice.

I agree.

You know, I don't want to get ahead of things,

but I always said that if I ever got a second chance,

I'd do whatever it took...

Not to screw it up.

That means a lot.

Anyway...

Angela, I'd be lying

if I said I hadn't thought about you, too,

but let's go slow.

Okay.

Slow is good.

Hey, Jerry.

Hey, John.

Hey.

Hey, kiddo.

How's it going?

Good. I'm reading the paper. Nothing good in it.

That's a nice shirt.

One more.

Hold on. Let's get a table.

Uno m�s.

How many you had?

Don't, John.

I'm just not used to this. You used to be a 2-beer guy.

I'm enjoying life.

Hey, what was that line from "the godfather"?

"I'm drinking more wine."

And then Michael says, "it's good for you, pop."

So ease up, kiddo.

Big case today.

Auxiliary cop got murdered-- 17-year-old girl.

Yeah. You collar it?

We did.

Good for you. Well done.

It was rough, though.

It turned out

a bunch of uniformed cops were screwing her.

I.a.b. Get involved?

One of them put in for retirement,

but the others-- it wasn't worth it.

Judgment calls are tough,

especially when fellow cops are involved.

We cleared it, though.

You know what?

I'm your dad.

We'll get a table. You can tell me about it.

How often does he come in? And don't bullshit me.

Pretty much every night.

Drinking like this?

All right, on 3 this time,

so, like, 1...2... And then go on 3.

Okay. 1...2...3!

Aw!

I won.

Well, you got to count the balls up first.

I have the most.

You always have the most.

Come on, count them up. What do we got?

9...5...4.

I win again.

One more.

Theo, hold off a second, then we'll play the next round, okay?

One more?

We want to ask you something first.

Come here. Sit here.

Um...

We been talking, and it seemed like a good idea,

so I think in a couple of weeks,

um, we're gonna move in with Connie and the baby.

So that'll let US spend more time together,

and it's bigger, so it'll be more room for everybody.

Me and your dad will have a room,

and when the baby's old enough, you guys can share.

Won't that be fun-- having a little sister?

I like my room.

I know, but, I think you're gonna like it there even better.

I don't want to.

Well, don't you want to spend more time together?

I want my room.

But you'll get to share with the baby.

I don't want to share with the baby.

Theo, this is a good thing.

No, it's not! I don't want to!

Theo, Theo, where you going? Theo?

Give him a couple days to get used to the idea.

He'll be fine.

Sure.

Resisting change is a strong sipowicz trait.

I'm not worried.

Nah, me neither.