All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S11E13 - Take My Wife, Please (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Previously on "NYPD blue"...

I have
a quick announcement to make.

I'm putting in my papers
for retirement.

I'm leaving the job.

This is because you got dropped
for captain's pay?

It all tells me I'm not getting
any further on the job.

That's a punk move.

Never once in my life have
I punked out of anything.

I gave the department
everything for 18 years.

I took a bullet,
and they let me down.

If you cared about this job,

if it had any meaning
to you at all,

you'd turn it back on them
and fight.

Okay, thanks.

Alex Palmer,
out for his morning run,

shot in the neck.

That's his wife.

Uniform says he called her
from his cell

before he went out
of the picture.

Is she the one
that called it in?

Same time as this guy.

He's English on vacation
with his parents.

We'll take him.

I'll talk to the wife.

Excuse me, detectives
sipowicz and Clark.

Ian braithewaite.

First someone tried to steal
my mum's purse,

and then a cabbie charges US $80
to go across town

and now this.

Tell US what happened.

We're walking from the hotel
to catch the subway

to go to ground zero
when we heard the shot.

What they say is true.

It very much does sound like
when a car backfires.

Did you see anything?

No. So we kept walking.

And that's when
we saw the poor chap.

I thought New York was
safer nowadays. No?

How much longer you
gonna be in town?

Three more days scheduled.

Though we may leave earlier now
for obvious reasons.

Did you get
his information?

We may be in touch if we
have any more questions.

Too many guns
in your country, yes?

Thanks for your help.

Cheers.

Cheers?

Your husband was able
to call you?

He said he'd been shot
and to call 911.

Did he tell you
anything else?

He loved me.
That's it.

Kelly, was your husband
having problems with anyone?

Male or female?

After the Internet took a dive,

Alex had a lot of clients
that lost money.

Lost their whole savings.

I knew he got some angry calls,
but it wasn't Alex's fault.

Anyone at Alex's work who
could help US out with that?

His partner at meridian
money management,

Gavin mccollough.

Alex worked a lot of hours.
He was trying to be--

do you want to take
a few minutes?

Do you want me to stay here?

Yes.

I can't believe it.

Um...pardon me.
So sorry.

I don't mean to appear maudlin,

but no one's going to
believe me back home.

It would mean a great deal to me

if I could have my picture
taken with you both.

Show's over, pal.

We've had such a terrible time
in your city.

This would go a long way
to making it--

why don't you take off?

Certainly.

That little dickhead is gonna
snap a picture regardless.

Watch.

Brilliant.

We pulled him over
for running a light.

Popped the trunk when we saw
the ignition punched out.

Voil�.

Good size cut on his head.
Didn't miss many meals.

Who's the car
registered to?

A Samuel rubikof.
That's him.

What's this guy saying?

That he borrowed the car
from a friend.

-

your name?

Peter Warren.

And, guys, being up front
here, being honest,

I don't know a thing
about that body.

Come here.

Let's work backward from the
stolen car you were driving.

I told the cop.

We heard, you borrowed it
from a friend.

The name of the friend?

Mr... Um--

Mr. Um---
that's the best can you do?

With a murdered guy
in your trunk?

Okay, look,
I stole the car.

I admit that.

The first I saw that guy

was when that cop
popped the trunk.

There's a lot of ways
to prove you're lying.

If any of your clothes fibers
are on the d. O. A.

Or a single strand of your hair
is in that car--

I swear, I swear.

Where did you steal the car
from?

A parking lot under
the Brooklyn bridge

on the Manhattan side,
an hour ago.

You didn't bother
checking the trunk.

I hadn't got to it yet.

Last chance here, Peter.

Ask around.
You say, "Peter Warren,"

people will say car thief,
not killer.

You understand we can't take
your word on that.

I swear to you.

All right, we heard.

That was Greg.

Their d. O. A. Was the owner
of a comedy club, the laugh pit.

They're heading down there
to talk to the d. O. A.'S wife.

What's up
with the d. O. A. Jogger?

It doesn't look like
a robbery.

Figure somebody's gunning
for him.

Nothing on the canvass.

Widow said d. O. A.
Had no beefs, no affairs,

no money problems.

That she knew of anyways.

What's our next move?

The guy was a workaholic
investment pro.

His business partner is
on his way in,

Gavin mccollough.

I'll be back in an hour.

Remember, his retirement rack
is tonight, at 7:00.

Got it.

Have you signed the card?

What the hell?

I needed one big enough
for everyone to sign.

Are there gonna be
pony rides?

It's a nice card, John.

Any word yet
on who's replacing Rodriguez?

No, and I've been
calling around.

"Hope it works out"?

Andy.

What? I hope it works out
for the guy.

Why don't you mind your own
business over there?

"Hope it works out" sounds like
you don't think it will.

If I would've thought that,
I would have wrote it.

Just add good luck
or something.

It's not like he's gonna
be framing this thing.

Hello.
My name's Gavin mccollough.

Right this way,
Mr. Mccollough.

Thank you.

Yeah.

This is so devastating.

We're very sorry.

I mean, just devastating.

How long did you and Alex
work together?

Eight years.

We had desks across from
each other at lion mcnichol.

We both wanted out,
so we hung up our shingle.

How's business been?

Great. We're managing
a $120-million portfolio.

Did I hear correctly
that Alex was shot?

That's right.

And it wasn't a robbery?

It doesn't look like it.

Alex's wife mentioned
something about

disgruntled investors over
that whole Internet pipe dream

a few years back.

No one has made any threats
or behaved in a way

that would raise a flag.

Are you thinking this was
a random killing or--

it doesn't look random.

Any leads, witnesses,
anything?

Did you have something to do

with Alex's murder,
Mr. Mccollough?

My god.
Absolutely not.

Why are you feeling US out
for what we know?

I-I didn't realize
I was doing that.

You are,
and people who do that

usually have something more on
their mind than just grief.

What's going on?

What do you know
that we don't?

I-- I suppose the reason
I was asking

was because if it
was a random robbery,

there would be no need
to pry

into certain personal
aspects of his life.

Did Alex owe money,

was he screwing around
on his wife?

He was deeply in love
with Kelly.

I mean, they were college
sweethearts.

And for as long
as I've known him,

Alex has been the ideal
husband.

But, as you may know,
many relationships stagnate.

No offense, Mr. Mccollough,

but you're not
in church, okay?

You don't need to apologize
for anybody's behavior.

Just tell US
what Alex was up to.

He never told me
anything about her

other than they met at
a coffee shop six months ago

and she was married also.

All he asked me to do
is to cover for him

when he needed an excuse
some nights and I did.

When was the last time
you covered for him?

A week ago.

Alex ever mention a name?
Janet.

And when I heard what happened
this morning,

the first thing I thought of

was, "I hope it wasn't
this woman's husband."

Before I came over, I went
through his call sheet,

and I found a Janet grafton
and this number.

I'm assuming that's her.

We'll look into it.

Alex's wife, Kelly, she's
already been through enough.

We'll do our best.

But just so you know, when
somebody gets murdered,

this type of information
usually comes out.

How the hell someone could do
something like this to Sammy

is beyond comprehension.

When's the last time
you saw him?

I head out around 2:00.

He generally locks up
around 4:00, 4:30.

Anyone else
usually with him?

No.

Was your husband having
trouble with anyone?
No.

Financial difficulties?
No.

Were you privy
to the bookkeeping?

I do the books, sweetheart.
We're in the black.

We made some calls
on the way over,

and we heard that cops
responded to a disturbance here

last week?

That was just
a bunch of comics

showing their
more pleasant side.

Specifically, though?

We used to lay out cold cuts
for whoever'd perform.

For some of them, it was
the only meal of the day.

So fine, but then they started
lining their pockets.

With cold cuts?

And steaks from the fridge
and chicken breasts,

and coming in on days
they weren't performing.

So Sammy had to put
his foot down.

How did the comedians
react?

Like the children they are.
A lot of noise.

Did anyone make threats?

Nothing special.

Your husband was having trouble
with some people?

Just a minute ago you said
that--

I know what I said.

Sammy just had to wrap
their knuckles.

That's all it was.

Why did the cops respond?

It moved outside,

and the old bat that lives
upstairs called 911.

Was there a ringleader
of the comics?

Not that I remember.

Any one of them who would
take more than the others

or more often?

They're all equally drunk,
broke, and desperate.

Well, you got a list
of the next performance?

Of course.

Sammy was like a father
to these kids.

Sometimes stern,
but only when had he to be...

And always fair.

He was a loved man.

I was thinking

of peppering my comments
to the lieutenant tonight

with some jokes.

Yeah? Don't.

Keep it short and sweet?

There you go.

Sarge told US to put these
in the lieutenant's office.

Yeah, he called.
In here.

Who did the sarge say
dropped them off?

Said they were left
with the new p. A. A.

Guy just said he was the new
c. O. In the squad,

and he'd be back with the rest
of his stuff.

You gonna open them?

We'll know soon enough
whose they are.

Did you get in touch
with Janet grafton?

Yeah, she got our message.
She's coming in.

I talked to the uniforms

who responded to the dispute
at the laugh pit last week.

They said a Lonnie cutler
was real vocal

and made threats
to our d. O. A.

Doesn't that contradict
what our d. O. A.'S wife said?

Did you say Lonnie cutler?

Yeah. He's got some criminal
history, drunk in public.

Anything on the guy
who stole the car?

Crime scene got a bunch
of lifts off the trunk,

but none from Warren
and no blood on his clothes.

Get this cutler in.

Yeah, with pleasure.
He's genius.

Funniest comic
I've ever seen.

This is gonna be fun.

Come on, Greg.

Detective sipowicz or Clark?

Yeah.

Janet grafton,
you called me in.

You're a cop.

Eight years. What's up?

Let's talk in here.

Wait, what's it about?

Alex Palmer.

If you want to talk
out here, we can.

How do you know Alex Palmer?

I'm gonna ask nicely here.
Don't try to work me.

Can you just tell me
what's going on?

Sure. Alex was shot to death
this morning.

His buddy said he was having an
affair with a girl named Janet.

Your name was on his call list
at work.

That's what's going on.

What do you have so far,
who killed him?

Nothing.

How long you and Alex
been seeing each other?

Janet?

Six months or so.

He was a really sweet guy.

He ever confide any problems
to you,

tell you he was in trouble?

No, nothing like that.

When was the last time
you saw each other?

Um, Monday.

No, sunday.

I'm sorry.
I'm just kind of thrown by this.

I see you've got a ring on.

Your husband know you've
been stepping out?

No.
And he's not my husband.

I mean, not like that.
We're separated.

You sure?

Yeah, Scott won't give me
a divorce or move out.

We pretty much
lead separate lives.

If you don't believe me,
you can ask my divorce lawyer.

The ring says different.

Yeah, well, I wear this

because he sees me without it,
he goes off.

I don't need
the aggravation.

He didn't find out about this
affair and go off on you then?

No.

Is he on the job?

Works out of the 2-5.

Were you and Alex
still seeing each other?

How about asking me

if I know anything
about Alex's death

so I can say no and we can be
done with this?

Were you still seeing
each other?

No. I broke it off.
It was time.

It had nothing to do with
your jealous husband who's a cop

and he carries a gun?

You asked US to be up front
with you, right?

So, how about a little
reciprocation?

I just copped to having
an affair to you guys.

Alex wasn't robbed.

Somebody put a bullet
in his head and disappeared.

Did your husband find out
about the affair?

No. I mean, he accused me
before, but--

did he ever threaten you,

say what would happen if he
caught you with someone else?

What do you want me to say?

We're gonna need to talk
to your husband.

Grab a cup of coffee
till we get back.

If Scott alibis out
straight off,

then there's no need to
bring up me and Alex, right?

We'll do our best.

But if it comes down to it,

could Scott hear it
from me first?

No. We'll call when we're done
talking with him.

No.

I want to walk across
the parking lot with--

some obscene
title you mentioned.

"Good will humping."

I was dying.

That's my best stuff.

So, Lonnie, how you get along
with Sammy rubikof?

Fine. Why?

We heard you had a run-in
with him last week.

I'm the first to have
a run-in with that asshole?

You're the first we heard
was making threats to him.

To fill you in, that's pretty
much everybody that knows him.

On account of what?

The man is fat, disgusting,
unfunny, has no eye for talent.

He missed the boat on you?

Is that what got you
making threats?

No, I got into it
with horrid Sam

because he's a cheap bastard.

We heard about him taking
away your nightly cold cuts.

We also heard that guys
were living off that food

and without it, they'd starve.

Are you one of those guys?

I don't need that
bloated swine's meat.

I was in the fray out of
solidarity for the guys that do.

Personally, I have to
turn down work.

Why do I find that hard
to believe?

You know, this has been fun,
but why am I here?

Sammy was found murdered
this morning.

What?

Did you have anything to do
with it?

God, no. No.

You didn't have a lot of nice
things to say for the guy.

Come on, that's just-- he
was like the tight-wad boss.

It was like a moral imperative
to tee off on the guy,

but that doesn't mean i--
Sammy's really dead?

Where were you last night
till this morning?

I was working fritzy's old
time buffet in poughkeepsie.

Where even the rats
take penicillin.

Hey, I get royalties on that.

When did you get back?

My train got back
around 2:00, and I went home.

I wrote till like 6:00,
made some coffee--

can anyone back that up?

My roommate, but he's on
a plane right now to l. A.

To pitch this awful sitcom
about hasidic cops.

There's a talking chimp
involved.

I swear to god,
if he sells it,

I'm over the side of
the williamsburg bridge.

Name and number where we can
reach your roommate.

Scott grafton?

You the guys from the 15th squad
that gave me the 1085?

Sipowicz and Clark.
We gotta ask a few questions.

You know an Alex Palmer?

No, not by name, why?

He got shot this morning.

We got an anonymous tip that
said to talk to you about it.

I don't know the guy.

I hope you didn't pay
good money for the info.

Were you over near tompkins
square park this morning?

Sounds like further
questioning about this shooting,

which I already told you
I know nothing about.

I think you know how
this goes by now, Scott,

so just answer the question.

No, nowhere near that park.

Where were you this morning
at 8:00?

Anonymous tipster,
or so you claim,

throws my name out
and based on that,

you run over here
and throw a shooting in my face?

We're waiting, Scott.

Sipowicz,
I heard about you.

I heard you was
a stand-up guy.

Why you trying to bullshit
a fellow cop?

Just tell US where you
were this morning,

and we can be done
with it.

I was at the gym on 34th
street from 7:00 to 9:00.

Then straight
to my station house.

All right then.

Sipowicz and?

Clark.

Your case?

Yeah, we got an odd hit

on Sam rubikof's
credit card

late last night, boss.

We're going to see
the vendor.

M.e. Give US any word
on time of death?

Yeah, gave US a time

pretty much around when
the purchase was made.

The d. O. A.'S card stolen?

We called to ask rubikof's
wife, Lois,

what Sammy carried with him.

A friend answered the phone
and said Lois was sedated

and out cold.

Is that it?

That's it for now.

What, more boxes?

Scott grafton?

A real hothead.

He says he was at the gym
at the time of the murder.

What's the gym?
I'll give them a ring.

If grafton starts looking
good for this,

I want I. A. B. In fast.

What kind of asshole
has the nerve

to send a truck full of boxes
before you're even gone?

Did you hear what I said
about I. A. B.?

Yeah, boss, we're on it.

Gentlemen and ladies
of the 15th, I have arrived.

Mission aboard, lieutenant.

Come in, Eddie.

It's busy, Gibson.
What are you doing here?

Ha ha, Andy.

Sorry for the boxes
coming in piecemeal.

My car broke down,

so I'm bringing in loads
in the wife's festiva.

Those are your boxes?

Of course they are.

You're the new c. O.?

The chief of detectives
didn't give you a heads-up?

No.

Geez.

I'll come back.

No, no, it's all right.

Chief told me
today was the day,

so I figured
they'd tell you.

But maybe it's for the best,

because I got about a million
questions, lieutenant.

And I'm eager to pick
your brain.

Let's get started.
Your office...

Guys, just so you know,

I'm well aware of the abilities
of the personnel in this squad,

and I got no intention of fixing
what ain't broke.

And my management style,
hands off.

Unless one of you
really steps on your Johnson.

Kidding.

After you.

This is April fool's,
right?

It's gonna be okay.

Gibson's tailing him like a
trainee at a fast-food joint.

The more he learns
from Rodriguez,

the better off we'll be.

He'll learn nothing.

Scott grafton's gym.

They got no record of him
being there this morning.

Which means
no one saw him or...

They swipe your membership card,
and it stays in the computer.

No one saw grafton,

and they got no record of him
being swiped in.

Grafton's alibi
didn't hold up.

Rodriguez: So I. A. B.

He deserves
a chance to explain.

One chance.
Excellent.

The reports from anticrime
are in your office.

Apologies.

No problem.

I'm not even here.

So, who did it?

Did you get
the son of a bitch?

What time did you get home
last night, Lois?

I told you, 2:00, 2:15.

Did you go straight home?

Yeah.

You stayed there?
Or you went out again?

I stayed there.
Why you badgering me?

We got you making
a credit-card purchase

at montelioni's hardware
at 4:30 this morning.

I've been a widow four hours,

and this is
the treatment I get?

Can you explain the charge?

The card got stolen.
I forgot to report it.

The clerk remembers you
coming in.

He pulled your receipt.

Heavy-duty garbage bags,
duct tape, lime.

See, the question now is

when did you buy what we call
the murder kit?

If it was before your husband
was dead, it's premeditated.

If it was after,

then you could argue
that it was a crime of passion.

After.

But I did not kill Sammy.

Lonnie cutler did it.

Lonnie cut--
come on, Lois.

Lonnie is a no-talent loser.

Sammy wouldn't let him perform
in the club anymore,

and Lonnie flipped.

You saw this happen?

I was in the office,
and I heard them arguing.

I went down to find out what
Lonnie's problem was,

and I see him standing
over my husband

who was on the floor
in a pool of blood.

And then you ran out to the
hardware store to cover it up?

I was taken
to the hardware store,

kidnapped, and forced
to buy those things.

Clerk doesn't remember Lonnie
in the store, only you.

Lonnie waited in the car.

Why didn't you tell the clerk
to call the police?

Lonnie threatened to kill me
if I said anything.

You want proof?

In the office,
there's a loose floorboard

where I stashed
Lonnie's bloody shirt.

He told me to burn it

while he figured out
what to do with Sammy's body,

but I didn't.

Because my husband
deserved more than that.

Let's go get the shirt.

Why don't you have a seat,
Scott?

So, we got a little
problem here.

Janet told me.

Told you what specifically?

She was having an affair

with a guy that turned up
d. O. A. This morning.

Was she
your anonymous tipster?

No. We got it through
the d. O. A.'S phone records.

Coming to you was the next
logical step.

She told me she met this guy
at a coffee shop.

Is that what
she told you guys?

We're trying to clear you
for a murder.

Start focusing on that.

Hey, I didn't kill the guy.

Then why did you lie about
where you were this morning?

Computer at the gym didn't
show your card being swiped.

So, Scott, where were you
this morning?

I was tailing Janet,

trying to see if she was
cheating on me.

Hoping she wasn't.
I knew it, though.

I knew she was out there
with somebody else.

You're gonna need
to prove that.

Fine.

Did you maybe talk to your
partner about all this

or an informant,
somebody in your life

who'd want you
to feel better?

The only person I've been
talking to about this is Janet.

And she's been denying it,
denying it, denying it

right to my face.

This was looking like
a hit.

I don't give a damn
what it looks like.

And as far as that
guy goes, good riddance.

When you left your house,
the route you took,

places you stopped,
people who saw you.

This guy is a risk.

Yeah, maybe.

Forget that
he's our main suspect,

because who knows how long
it will take

for the case to clear.

I'm talking about
right now he is a risk

to his wife, to himself.

You thinking about calling
early intervention?

Yeah.

Well, what do you think?

If going nuts over some broad
was a disqualifier,

then half the guys on the job
are in the rubber-gun squad.

So, what are you saying,
we sit on our hands?

No. I'm saying it ain't
something to take lightly.

It's easy
to take a guy's gun.

It's a lot harder
to get it back.

What about calling
early intervention

and tell them what we know?

Let them make the decision.

The reality is,
you call intervention,

they're gonna take
his guns away.

Toward the end when
my dad was having problems,

the booze, the mood swings,
I knew he had guns.

And I thought
about making the call,

but I didn't want
to insult him

or make him feel worse
than he was.

And I wanted to believe

that he wasn't doing
as bad as I thought.

But maybe if he couldn't
reach into that drawer

after getting his load on,

things would have
turned out differently.

You can't do this
to yourself.

Because I'd give anything
to have him still around

and be pissed off at me
than, you know.

John, your dad was heading
down that road,

and there was nothing
you could do about it.

I'd feel better today if I
knew I did everything I could.

Call intervention then.

I'm not trying
to confuse the two.

I'm just saying

that this guy is showing
that he's a risk, Andy.

Then pick up the phone.

All right.

You can't be doing
that to yourself.

Yeah.

Okay, last chance to get in
front of this if it's a joke.

You carry it out any longer,
I'm gonna get pissed.

It's no joke.
He's your new c. O.

He's not even
a lieutenant.

There aren't enough
lieutenants,

so they're taking sergeants.

I have a friend
who works in headquarters.

She says, back in the day,
Eddie worked in a radio car

with the chief of personnel.

They're golf buddies.
That's who got him in.

What's up
with Scott grafton?

Still claiming
no involvement.

He gave US another story as
to where he was this morning.

I'll check it out.

What's his new story?

Basically was following
his wife around

trying to catch her
in the act.

Excuse me one moment?

My name is Marilyn graber,

and I need to see
a detective immediately.

What's the problem?

I'm making eggs this morning
when my son Evan,

who was supposed to be
on his way to school,

comes back with this.

He found it in a park
this morning.

I was gonna bring it
to the cops.

Yeah, after you show
your friends.

Which park, Evan?

Answer him.

Tompkins square park.

It's a .38.
Same caliber as this morning.

Let's go talk in here,
ma'am.

Ever since his father left...

Nuts!

Why don't you have a seat?

Why don't you walk US
through it, Evan?

I swear I was gonna go
to the police.

We believe you.
Don't worry about it.

Just tell US
how you found it.

So, I was walking to school
through the park

when I look over,

and there's this guy with
his hands in his pockets

like he's waiting
for someone.

I walk past him
a little bit.

Then when I look back,

I saw him throw
something into the shrubs

and walk away.

I noticed it was shiny
whatever he threw,

so I went over
and I checked it out.

And then I took it home.

How did you find it,
ma'am?

He came home because
he said he forgot a book.

But he was looking
very suspicious,

and I know when he's
up to something.

So when he was in the bathroom,
I went through his backpack.

She's always going
through my stuff.

Like a good parent should.
Thank you very much.

Evan, did you see this guy
who dumped the gun?

Yeah.

What did he look like?

White guy, just kind of
normal-looking.

Could you identify him
if you saw him again?

I don't know, maybe.

Yes or no, young man.

Yes, probably.
Okay?

We're gonna get you set up
with some photo arrays.

Marilyn:
He's not in trouble, is he?

No. If he helps US find
who dumped that gun,

we're putting his picture up
in the squad,

"teenager of the year."

Did you hear that?

Whatever.

Is that your shirt?

Unbelievable!

I can't tell you, Lonnie,
how sad it makes me

to be sitting
here with you like this.

She gave you the shirt?
Lois?

What was the turning point?
You're a funny guy.

I didn't kill that fat prick.
She did.

Lois did?

She bashed him over the head
with a microphone stand.

Wearing your shirt?

She called me afterwards,
asked me to come down,

help her rid of the body.

It made a mess on my shirt,
so I told her to burn it.

God, I should have knew
she'd try to screw me.

So you put Sammy
in the trunk of his car?

Heaved Sammy in the trunk.
Nearly throwing out my back.

I drove it under the bridge.

I left the car

because I didn't want nothing
more to do with it.

But you still haven't said

why Lois called you to dispose
of her husband.

I was banging the battle-ax
for stage time.

She called me in a panic.
I went over there.

You know the rest.

Still, we got
a he said/she said here.

Lois said Sammy found out
she was whoring around,

said he was going
to divorce her

and make sure
she didn't get a dime,

so she whacked him one.

I was afraid of this.

This is off
my answering machine.

She called me at home.

Lois: Sweetheart, it's Lois.
I think I hurt Sam.

You've gotta help me, baby.
Call me right away.

Anything?

He couldn't pick Scott grafton
out of a photo array.

In the event Scott
contracted the hit,

we're gonna show the kid
an array

with Scott's partner in it.

We're also gonna show him
the d. O. A.'S business partner.

He might be involved?

We're gonna show him
every white male

that was somehow related
to the d. O. A.'S life.

Okay.

How you doing?

It's starting to sink in.

Yeah.

More pictures?

What? He gonna hang 'em
from the ceiling?

That uniform whose wife
was banging your d. O. A.,

Scott grafton--

what about him?

He's downstairs
putting up a fuss.

They're not gonna let him up,
are they?

No. Desk sergeant told him
to stay put.

But he's going on

about how one of you called
early intervention on him.

But don't worry, I told him
there's no way either of you

would do that
to a fellow cop, right?

Just hang your pictures,
Gibson.

There are those scumbags.

Who did it?

Why don't you be man enough
to admit it?

I'll be man enough
to hit you in your mouth

if you keep running it.

Let's talk in there.

Don't try denying it.

I called Janet.
She swore it wasn't her.

That leaves you two.

I called.

How you want to settle this?

What is this, "high noon"?
You got bigger problems.

No, he's got a beef with me.
We're gonna settle it.

I got no beef with you,
Scott,

beyond the fact that
you're not thinking straight.

I'm on modified assignment.

I've got a 9:00 A.M.
at psych services.

They took my guns.

You stalking your wife
the way you've been doing,

you don't see
where this is headed?

I'm doing what I can
to save my marriage.

You trying to bang her, too?

Scott, wake up.

We've got a witness
in this morning's shooting.

I got nothing to do with that.
I keep on telling you guys.

They're looking at photos
right now.

You think I'd be that sloppy?

Say I knew who this guy was
and I got out of my head,

you think I'd take him out
in broad daylight?

You're wondering
why I made the call.

You guys just keep on
twisting everything around!

I didn't do nothing!

As long as you're a suspect,
unless we call you in,

you don't set foot inside
this station house again.

You got that?

Yeah.

But do these guys in the
photos we've been showing you

look like the type of guy
who dumped the gun?

Kinda.

How good of a look
did you actually get?

Pretty good one.

Run it for US again, Evan,
and don't leave anything out,

no matter how trivial
you think it might be.

I was sitting there
waiting to go to school.

Sitting where?

On a bench.

And I saw the man.

He had a black coat with
his hands in his pockets.

Where was he
in relation to you?

Right in front of me.

I've got a couple of photos
in a mug book

I'd like you
to take a look at,

guys with criminal history
that hang out in the park.

Let's just check 'em out
real quick.

His hair was kind of curly.

Was it?

Yeah.
I remember that.

Evan, when we talked
to you earlier,

you said you were walking
when you saw that man.

I was.

Why did you just say
you were sitting on a bench?

Well, I was sitting
on the bench,

and then I started walking.

When you started walking,

where was the guy
when he dumped the gun?

In front of me,
like, 20 yards.

You said earlier
that you turned back

and looked at him
when he dumped it.

Well, it was kind of like
a half turn.

I can't remember really.

You're telling two different
stories, Evan.

And this just happened
this morning.

I know damn well
you remember everything.

I didn't kill that guy.

Ever hear of paraffin?

It's the stuff
that we put on your hands,

and it reacts to gun powder.

So if you fired a gun,
it'll show.

You know what the next stop is
after that?

Juvenile detention center,
prison, essentially.

I didn't do it.

Listen to me, we've been down
to that juvenile center,

and a kid like you
does not want to be there.

Tell US what happened.

If it was an accident,
we can try and avoid all that.

Was it an accident?

What happened?

My mom is gonna kill me.

What happened, Evan?

A couple of weeks ago,
I was walking to school,

and these guys--
these older guys stopped me.

They took my money.
They took my backpack.

They made me take my underwear
off and they put it in my mouth.

They wrote things on me.

Were you at the park
this morning

hoping to see them
again?

Where did you get the gun?

I bought it
from a kid at school.

How did you end up shooting
the jogger?

Every day for the last week,

I've been sitting on that bench
with the gun.

And I just wanted to scare
those guys who robbed me.

I don't know.

I guess I got tired
of sitting there,

and I wanted to feel what it was
like to shoot the gun.

So I fired it at a tree.

I missed the tree,
and I saw that guy fall down,

and I knew something bad
had happened, so I ran.

That's an accident, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

I thought you went to get
Lois rubikof?

She lawyered up.
She's downstairs in a cell.

Yeah, lawyered up after
screaming profanities at US,

horrible, ugly things.

Her lawyer's on the way.

This is someone

who's supposed to be fostering
joy and laughter,

calling me a--

let it go, Greg.

I'll tell you,
my eyes are open now.

Everything all right?

Mrs. Graber,
we've got a problem.

Your son admitted it was him

who shot that jogger
in the park this morning.

He was just going to
look at mug books.

We asked him
some questions,

and he admitted
he shot towards a tree

and hit the man.

You're gonna need to speak
to an attorney about this.

Is he under arrest?

Yeah, he is.

Well, just wait a minute.
I'd like to talk to my son.

He needs some time to finish
his statement.

Meantime you should call
your lawyer.

You can use this office.

Sure.

Evan really shot someone?

Did I make a mistake
bringing him in?

No, but you better start
dealing with this right now.

Do I go in there
or keep my distance?

Go in and learn, Gibson.

How in the hell
is this gonna work?

He'll probably come to you
for a lot of advice.

I got my own cases
to worry about.

The option is letting him
make it up as he goes along.

The kid's hungry.
Watch him while I run out?

Hey...

I'm still glad I made that
call to early intervention.

Don't even think about it.

Yeah.

My son accidentally
shot someone.

That's really nice, John.
Thank you.

My turn.

I-I was gonna open my remarks
with a couple of jokes,

maybe a limerick,

but my association with all
those comedians today

really got me depressed.

My god, they're
a sour glass of milk.

Sorry.

I-I just mentioned that to say
that my toast to you, boss,

stripped of its fat,

is, is one of admiration,
appreciation,

and best wishes for the future.

All: Hear! Hear!

Thank you, Greg.

I'd like to say
something, too.

If I have been a little less
than gracious lately,

it's not on account of the
reasons that you're leaving,

like I said to you.

It's on account of what happens
when bosses leave.

Generally you lose touch.

And when it's a boss
that you work good with,

somebody that stays
out of your way,

respected the job you did,

and earned your respect
for the job that he did,

there's a lot of regret
in losing touch,

especially when you've come to
regard that boss as a friend.

I wish you luck and all
the best in your new job,

but keep in touch?

All: Hear! Hear!

Thanks.

The 15th was my first command,
and it'll be my last.

I'm taking a lot of good
memories and friendships.

There's also a battle scar.

But in spite of the outcome
of the trial

or whoever came after US,
we withstood it as a squad.

And in the thick of it,

we cleared a hell
of a lot of cases.

We won't lose touch.

I got ties to you--
things that I'd never let go of.

So, um...
Here's to you guys.

Thanks for everything.

Here's to the guy
that invented this job.

Thanks for coming down.

I can't help thinking

if there had been a different
outcome of the trial,

you wouldn't be leaving.

Maybe, maybe not.

I'm sorry for that verdict.

It wasn't your fault.

You did a great job.
You're a fine lawyer.

Now, let's all move on.

Thanks.
Excuse me.

You all right?

Tell the boss
I had to slip out.

Scott and Janet grafton
are at bellevue.

What did he do to her?

Apparently she shot him.

Andy, stick around.
I'll call you.

Thanks.

I'll catch up with you
in a while.

Janet.

Is Scott gonna make it?

He lost a lot of blood,
but he's stabilized now.

Thank god.

What happened?

I was packing up,
he came home drunk

and started yelling at me--

"how could I do this to him?

How many times have I screwed
this guy?"

And then he hit me.

I told him to back off,

and he gave me five minutes
to clear out.

He went and got a bat and
started breaking things up.

I pulled my ankle piece
on him and I told him to stop.

Then he came at me and...

He was gonna kill me.

If he had his gun on him,
he would have shot me.

He would have killed me.