All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S10E08 - Below the Belt (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

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.