All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S02E14 - A Murder With Teeth in It (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Hey, what do we got?

- Pimp stabbed to death.
- Got witnesses?

No. Hotel clerk found him, called 911.

Yeah, we got somebody
looking for the clerk.

All right, Greg and I
will start the canvass.

- Yeah.
- Body's still warm.

Ooh, man. He looks like
he got stabbed with a shovel.

- Somebody call the ME?
- Yeah, he's on his way.

All right.

This is the clerk, Larry Sinks.

- Yeah.
- What, you got a cold?

- Yeah. I feel like my head's a blimp.
- Huh.

I'll go help him canvass.

How you doing, Mr. Sinks?
What can you tell us about

- the victim here?
- His name's Ricky Martin. He lived in 212.

This is 242.

I'm the hotel clerk,
not the social director.

I don't know and I don't care
what these people do.

Well, we're not exactly bubblin' over
with curiosity either, Larry,

but the fact is,
one of your skell guests just got killed.

That tends to get our attention.

Now, you wanna be
a little more cooperative?

The guy lived in 12,
he ran his whore out of 42.

That's all I know about him.

Well, was he in a beef with someone?

Anybody pissed off
with him that you know about?

- No. I don't know.
- What was his whore's name?

Rose. She lived with him in 12,

- uh, with a little kid she had.
- She know about this?

- I don't know. I guess so.
- Well, where we gonna find her?

- I don't know.
- You don't know.

You need this job, Larry, hmm?

'Cause we'll put some cops
out in front of this dump,

hassles everybody comes in and out.

When your boss wants to know
why he's goin' broke,

we'll tell him it's 'cause
you were a pain in the ass.

I think she strolls over on tenth.

What we need to know, Larry,
is what she looks like, okay?

She's a Black whore, about 5'6",
uh, maybe 35, 40.

I wouldn't know what else to tell you.

Look, let us into 12.
Maybe we can find a picture in there.

You know what,
I always used to figure I'd wind up dead

in one of these joints,
and you'd be the prick who'd find me.

No offense, you look like the type.

So, now when are gonna tell me

what this is all about?

Well, we're gonna sit down
and have a little chat.

You gonna run this through
the lieutenant, Greg?

Uh, yeah,
and I'll... I'll check in with the ME.

Down here, Rose.

- Okay.
- How'd you get that eye?

- A trick.
- Mm-hmm, what was that about?

- Just being mean.
- Have a seat.

All right, Rose.

We're gonna need your help about Ricky.

All I know is that he's dead.

How'd you find out about it?

I was in the room
and then Larry came and said

that Ricky was dead in 42.

You were in the room
that you and Ricky lived in.

Twelve. Yeah.

And 42 is the room
that you tricked in, right?

Uh-huh, it's all the way down the hall.
And that's all I know about it.

The room clerk says you got a kid, Rose.
Where's he at now?

The day care.

You want us
to have Child Welfare pick him up?

- I'm a good mother to him.
- You don't give us some help here,

and Child Welfare
is gonna decides on that.

- I didn't see how Ricky died.
- That don't work, Rose.

Your pimp, dead in a room you trick in,
and you don't know what happened?

Now, when was the last time
that you were in 42,

- before Ricky got killed?
- No, no, no, listen.

I was in there with a trick, right.
And the trick hit me.

I went and got Ricky.

And that's all I know about it.
After that, I was in the other room.

And that's all I know about it.
After that, I was in the other room.

- What do you know about the trick?
- Nothin'.

Rose.

White guy, 45.

- A belly about like yours.
- Why'd he hit you?

I told you. Just being mean.

You're stiffin' us, Rose.

And Child Welfare
is gonna take your kid away.

No way are they gonna
let him grow up in that hotel.

You better help yourself here.

This white guy started
slappin' me around,

asking me where could he find Silky,
which is this other pimp.

And Latanya, which is this hoe
that strolls for Silky.

- Why was he askin' you?
- 'Cause he couldn't find them.

And he said that they ran this game
on him the day before.

And he wound up losin' his wallet,
and his lower teeth.

And he was pissed off.

And then he breaks bad with me.
So I go and get Ricky.

- And you didn't go back to the room?
- No.

And then here comes that creep Larry
about half an hour later,

sayin' Ricky was dead in 42.

Where are we gonna find Silky, Rose?

- The Silver Dollar, or Kerner's.
- Kerner's on fourth?

Mm-hmm.

Sit tight.

- I got to stay here?
- Yeah, you gotta stay.

I don't wanna lose my boy.

And I think I'll have, uh...

- Hi, kiddo.
- Hi, Harold.

You look beautiful.

- You look great.
- You look good too.

So, uh, thanks for meetin' me.
I hope I didn't jam you up

- with the guy answering the phone.
- No.

- Gregory knew I was comin' to see you.
- Here you go.

Thank you.

So how long has that been goin' on?

- A little while, Harold.
- Huh.

Tell me about yourself.

Ah, in terms of playing, I was with, uh,

Moncton until a couple of weeks ago,
uh, up in New Brunswick.

I know. I... I'd seen the hockey news.

Oh, did you keep track?

Yeah, you know, with the
strike the AHL got pretty big coverage.

So, but, uh,
they released me a couple weeks ago.

I got some feelers from IHL, senior A's.

But I decided, it's probably time.

You had a good career, Harold.

I did all right.

So what are your plans?

My two best seasons
were with the Rangers, so...

I think here's
my best chance to capitalize.

I saved a few dollars.
I'm lookin' a couple bar opportunities,

one over here on 14th.

I hope things work out for you.

Judy and I split up.

Hmm, I'm sorry.

Hey, it wasn't
the world's happiest marriage.

I guess you know that.

So I guess it's serious with this Gregory.

Yeah, it is.

I guess I was hoping that, uh,

you know, with the decks cleared
with me and Judy,

maybe you'd be interested
in seeing me again.

I don't think so.

Now your decks aren't cleared.

I hope we can be friends anyway.

- Of course.
- Yeah, because...

I always thought that

what we had,

was pretty special.

I have to get to work.

Oh, so you won't mind if I keep in touch?

No.

Send me an opening notice if,
uh, you get involved with that bar.

- Okay.
- Hmm.

- It was good to see you.
- Would you like to order?

I, uh, won't be havin' anything.

Hi.

- Hi.
- How was breakfast?

- Okay.
- Yeah? Is your friend okay?

- Uh, he's retiring from hockey.
- Oh, yeah?

So, uh, wha... what's he doing
back in New York?

Lookin' for career opportunities.
He might relocate here.

Uh, him... him and his wife, huh?

- He and his wife split up.
- Oh, they split up, huh.

- Yeah.
- So, uh, maybe he's lookin'

- for other opportunities too.
- Greg, if Harold had plans toward me,

he doesn't anymore.

And... and did you tell
him about us?

Of course.

So, what, you... you just
had breakfast with him?

Actually,

- I just had coffee.
- Yeah, because, um,

I think there's
still something there, Donna.

That's the sense I have on his part.

Uh...

So, uh, what's he gonna do, open a bar?

- He's thinkin' about it.
- Uh-huh.

One of those places with, uh,

his old sports photos
blown up on the wall?

Yeah, probably.

Be a lot of stuff with him on the bench.

Anyways, uh,

you saw him and, uh,
you let him know the situation.

Lieutenant Fancy's staring at us.

We should get to work.

Yeah, I have to call the ME.

Listen, we got a homicide
to solve here, Silky.

Now, you run women, you murphy a guy.
We're not lookin' to jam you for that.

- I can't help you with the homicide, man.
- You don't know who this dead Ricky is?

- I mean, I know who he is, yeah.
- He does what you do, Silky.

I guess, not anymore.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Crack wise with us.
That's a good idea.

Oh, come on. I'm sayin', all right?
I... I heard he was dead, all right?

I know who the guy was.
I don't know anything else about it.

- You know Ricky ran a woman named Rose.
- Yeah, I know Rose.

Rose says a trick came lookin' for you.

When he couldn't find you,
he kicked her ass.

Oh, I don't know who that be.

Oh, we got it figured, Silky.

Rose went to get Ricky
to protect her from this trick.

That's how Ricky got dead.

Now, all we want is a line on the trick.

And then you can get back
to your useful life, all right?

I wanna help you with this.

I got nothin' to give you, man.

You're lookin' to take a beating, Silky.

All right, then I gotta take a beating.
I don't know nothin'.

Why would Rose put you
in the middle of this?

Lookin' to give you guys somethin'.

Being pissed off
because she wanted to stroll for me.

And her stuff is too tired.

Rose wanted to leave Ricky,
and she wanted you to be her pimp?

- Well, we had a few conversations.
- You think she could have killed Ricky?

- How'd he die?
- Looks like stabbings.

Man.
I guess anything's possible, you know.

Okay, but, listen, make sure
you call me to confirm that, all right?

- You think Silky's opened his heart to us?
- Oh, yeah.

Guys, uh,
the ME's office just called. Um,

they X-rayed that DOA at the autopsy.
Turns out there's a bullet inside him.

It severed his aorta.

So, now, you see the ME thinks
that the stab wounds were made, uh... uh,

postmortem, trying to recover the bullet.

- Hmm.
- What do they got on the bullet?

Well, it's being couriered to ballistics.

But, uh...
the ME says it looks like

- a standard .38 nyclad semi wad-cutter.
- Oh, man.

- We got anything on that pimp murder?
- Yeah, we're doing great.

Looks like the shooter could be a cop.

We need the trick you Murphied, Silky.

Look, Detective,
I run women, all right?

I don't need to run no Murphy game.

Say you don't figure
to Murphy a guy for money.

Say some guy did somethin'
to one of your girls,

pissed you off. The next time
he comes back, you work it out,

she puts a little potion
in his beverage of choice.

You take the guy off, you steal his teeth,

- humiliate him a little.
- Look, I don't wanna windup

- in the middle of this.
- There you go thinkin' again, Silky.

- You don't want to know on this guy.
- Do not read my mind for me!

- He's a cop, all right?
- He's a cop. What's his name.

Uh, McCabe. Jerry.

- That's the name he gave you?
- It's the name on his license.

Which you ripped off.

Guy's, listen to me.
There's no way I look to hurt a cop.

The guy comes in the club I'm in.
I recognize him from uptown.

I got locked up once in the 8th Precinct.

Now, the guy knows what I do.
He's lookin' to find a date.

I'm lookin' to give him rhythm
behind his job.

So, I give him 50 to give to the girl,
which I know she's gonna give back to me.

So, all I'm doin' is movin' money around.

But it keeps her
feelin' good about herself.

Guy goes upstairs,

keeps 30 of what I gave him,

gives 20 up to the girl,

tells her that's
what I told him to pay her.

He rips me off, rips her off from sex,
and gets her pissed off at me.

Now he comes back
in a couple days later. Here we go again.

I give him the 50, but I say,
"Please give this to the girl."

He goes up, he gives her the 50.

But she's still pissed off
from a couple days before.

She slips him a mickey,
boom, he passes out.

She comes and finds me.

Then you go back,
take the guy off and steal his teeth.

I never did nothin' like that.

She took his wallet,

and I took it back and put it on him
while he was passed out in the room.

Now, if there was any money missing,
it must've been her who took it!

And... and I don't know nothin'
about his teeth.

He must've lost those when he was
throwin' up behind that Mickey.

Where's the girl?

I put her on a bus to Philadelphia.

I got scares myself a couple of days.
I'm waitin' for this cop to calm down.

I see, but he wants to stay pissed off,

'cause he went up and broke bad
on that whore Rose,

while he was lookin' for me.

And Ricky, who went
to help her out, boom, got himself killed.

Jerry McCabe.

Jerry McCabe. Yeah.

Okay, here we go, Bobby.

Um, you know Andy Sipowicz.

This is Bobby Simone.

How's it going?

- These are photos for the array.
- The subject's doin' day tour.

- He's at a squad.
- Do you mind if they do the spread?

The witnesses are pretty hinky.

No problem. As long as we observe.

How solid do you think
this ID is on McCabe?

I'm gonna find out.

She's over in one.

- You think Rose knows McCabe's a cop?
- I don't know.

- If she doesn't know, she smells it.
- Detective? Uh, Benita Alden called.

She said she'd speak with you later.

Thanks.

Sit down, Rose.

I've got some pictures
we want you to look at.

Is the trick in there who beat you up?

That's him...

that's the one that hit me.

Did he kill Ricky?

- I don't know nothin' about that.
- You don't know, Rose,

- or you don't want to say?
- I didn't see!

Rose, if we didn't want this guy,

we wouldn't be talkin' to you,
isn't that right?

Maybe you want him,
and maybe you don't.

Rose, we want him.

Whatever you may be thinking
why we wouldn't, we want him.

Maybe you want him,
and somebody else decides different.

But you did see him whack Ricky, right?

I didn't see that!
And I am not testifying on that!

This guy hit me, I ran and got Ricky.
Ricky went to 42, and I stayed in 12.

- Did you hear gunshots?
- I didn't hear anythin'.

I was way at the other end of the hall!

Can I make a call?

Get my boy picked up at the center?

You're done here, Rose.

Go on, go pick him up yourself.

Get outta here.

- Hey, uh, we got the room clerk.
- Good. Put... put him in three.

Right.

- She pick out McCabe?
- Yeah.

That's the room clerk,
we got him in the other interview room.

- See what he says.
- Where can we see that?

Get a stepladder.
You can peek over the transom.

You know, I'm sick about this.

My kid got picked up
on a wrong warrant last year.

This McCabe helped me out.

We got some more questions for you, Larry.

- Like what?
- Did you hear a gunshot?

- When?
- "When?" Last Thanksgiving.

This morning, before you found
that pimp dead,

did you hear a gun go off?

I was at the desk. I didn't hear anything.

I wanna know if the guy who
went to 42 with that hooker Rose

is in these pictures? And if you say
you don't know what I'm talkin' about,

I'm gonna give you a smack you.

- What you guys tryna do to me, huh?
- We want this guy. You understand?

Now, if you heard that gunshot,
we wanna know about it.

If you saw this guy leave
we wanna know about it.

Whatever angle you think we're playing,
you forget about it.

'Cause we want this guy!

- Look at these pictures, man!
- Go ahead. Look. Go on.

What'd I ever do to you?

- You jam me up for a dead pimp.
- Why do you think you're jammed up?

You know why I'm jammed up.

No, you tell us, Larry.

'Cause the guy's a cop.

- Jerry somethin'.
- Right.

Did you hear that gunshot?

A couple of minutes
before he came back down.

They need Interview Two.
Are you done with Silky?

Yeah, we're done with him.

Does that include me?

Yeah.

Uh...

Listen, uh,

I... I feel that I may have left things
on the wrong note this morning.

And... ...I may have left
a wrong tone between us.

- It's all right.
- And, I mean, you can understand

my position? Now, uh,

where... where you told me about

this fellow on one
of our first encounters, you know.

You... you expressed that, uh, um,
you had strong feelings for him.

And that the relationship was over.

Yeah, yeah. It was over
because he was married.

Uh, which he no longer is.

What are you doing, Gregory?

I'm simply saying
that you can understand my feelings.

Oh.

I thought you meant to apologize

that you said cruel things
about someone you don't know,

and acted like a jerk.

Donna, this is a complicated situation.

You're makin' it that way.

Let's discuss it over lunch.

I'm busy.

15th Detective Squad.

So, this Rose puts McCabe
beating her up in her room

five minutes before the murder.

She runs out the room
to get her pimp Ricky.

Ricky comes back into the room
where McCabe is.

Then she says she doesn't see anymore.

But the room clerk
puts McCabe comin' down the stairs

five minutes
after he hears gunshots go off.

Plus we got the department-issued bullet

- retrieved from the DOA's body.
- What we don't got is an eyewitness.

- I think we gotta pick him up.
- It's taken care of.

What do you mean it's taken care of?

We're picking him up.

We're bringing him in for you.
This is still our homicide.

Sure.

You're late.

I'm sorry, I was at the lawyer's.

Yeah, I already ordered.

I'll have whatever she's having,
and an iced tea.

Right.

Jeffrey and I are filing for divorce.

- How's he taking it?
- Hard.

- It's tough on both of us.
- Oh, I'll bet.

Excuse me,
but is a little emotional support

- from my own sister too much to ask?
- You mean, like the way you supported me?

Why are you so pissed off at me?

You make a pass at my boyfriend,

right in my own kitchen,
and you don't know why I'm PO'd?

Donna, I was in a very needy place.

And Greg was there for me.

It was an innocent hug, is all. I swear.

Okay?

Okay.

So... ...how are you?

Better than me, I hope.

Harold Rutansky called me.

- No. Really?
- Excuse me.

He broke up with his wife.

Oh, my God. You two gettin' back together?

He wants to,
but I told him I was involved.

Does Greg know you saw him?

He answered the phone
when Harold called.

- Oh, boy. Did he freak out?
- You could say.

It's just like me and Jeff.

Once they go jealous, forget it.

Excuse me.

But I've never given Gregory
a single reason to be jealous of me.

All's I'm say is, maybe you wanna keep

hunky Harold Rutansky
on the back burner just in case.

Dana, I'm not interested
in keeping Harold Rutansky

on my back burner or anywhere else.

- You sure?
- Absolutely!

'Cause if you're absolutely sure,
then maybe you could fix me up with him.

You stay away from him, Dana.

- I'm not kidding.
- Okay, okay.

Touchy.

I'm Leo Archer,

and I'm representing Detective McCabe.

- You're his delegate?
- Yes.

Andy, how's it going?

- How's it going?
- We're right through here, guys.

Detective McCabe
has been given his rights.

He's also aware that GO 15 does not apply.

He should also know
that if he refuses to answer questions,

- he's likely to face suspension.
- My name is Bobby Simone.

How you doing?

We're investigating a homicide
at the Berkeley Hotel.

Detective McCabe's name
has been mentioned by several witnesses,

and we'd like to question him
with regards to that.

On advice of counsel,

Detective McCabe declines
to answer any questions.

Consider yourself under suspension.

Do we have his service and off-duty guns?

We have his service revolver.
He says that his off-duty weapon is lost.

- Has that been reported?
- No, uh, I was hopin' to find it.

Before Detective McCabe
makes a final decision on cooperating,

I think you should hear
what we have on this.

All right.

We have statements Detective McCabe
frequented prostitutes in that hotel,

we have statements that he was
slipped a mickey in one

of the rooms at the hotel, two days ago

after trying to cheat one
of the prostitutes out of payment for sex.

We have separate,
and corroborating statements

that he returned to the hotel today,

trying to find the pimp and prostitute
that he held responsible

for slipping him the mickey,
stealing his money and his teeth.

And that he was beating
on the witness prostitute in Room 42,

to get her to give information
on the whereabouts

of the other prostitute and the pimp.

We have a statement
from the witness prostitute

that she fled the room
in order to find her pimp,

and that her pimp ran back into the room
to confront Detective McCabe.

Detective McCabe has been identified

leaving the hotel four to five minutes
after gunshots were heard

from the room where the pimp went into,
and where he was later found dead.

A department-issued bullet
was recovered from the DOA on the autopsy.

The ME interprets stab wounds on the DOA.
As consistent with an unsuccessful effort

to recover this bullet
from the DOA's body.

And detective McCabe's
off-duty weapon is missing.

He's not walking out of here.

He ought to look to help himself.

I'd like to consult with my client.

- So how was lunch?
- Lunch was fine.

Yeah?

- How's she doing?
- Who?

Your sis.

How did you know
I was having lunch with my sister?

Well, I... I was passin' by, and, uh,

I... I happened to... to look in,
and... and there you were.

You were spyin' on me?

No. Not spyin'.

Well, what do you call it, Gregory?
You followed me.

Well, I... I don't call it spying.

What did you think,

I was meeting Harold
for an afternoon quickie?

Hey, I don't like
that kind of talk from you.

Please go away.

- I was not spying.
- Please.

15th Detective Squad.

Uh...

Yeah, uh, let me transfer you.

You okay?

Yeah.

When your son got in trouble
how did McCabe know you to reach out?

He did the last part of my tour
in public morals.

Then we went on a few details.

Big drinker this guy?

He drank.
When we were working together,

I wasn't real concerned
on excessive boozing.

At that point, my kid,
and I weren't talking that much.

If it hadn't have been for McCabe, uh,
I might never have known.

Gentlemen.

He'd like to talk with Detective Sipowicz.

Any conversation
without me present is off the record.

Yeah.

He wants to talk to me.

- We wanna hear it.
- I'm gonna talk to him alone.

I don't want anybody
in that observation room.

Uh, send the canine unit
over there and check it out.

You okay? Want me to get you somethin'?

Nah, nah.

Some jackpot, huh, Andy?

Uh, yeah.

Last couple of years I start drinkin'...

I don't know what I turn into.

I'm the same way.

Somebody ever told me I could do
what happened in that hotel,

I would've never believed him.

The guy come at you?

He came at me. He had a knife.

I'm still looking at time.

I gotta do what I can for my family.

I can't put 'em through a trial.

Me in jail is gonna be hard enough.

I don't wanna see them humiliated by...

by what I was doing down there.

Can they work with me on that?

On the story that comes out?

If I plead to manslaughter,
would they work with me on the story?

I'll talk to 'em.

I'd appreciate that, Andy.

So, uh...

What do you hear from your kid?

He's going into the Air Force.

Is that right?

Good for him.

Good for him.

I gotta talk to my lieutenant.

If the sex part doesn't get out,
he'd go for manslaughter.

Department's not lookin' to wash
this guy's laundry in the papers.

Talk to the DA.

You got a minute for me, Greg?

Yeah, yeah. What is it?

I wanted your opinion on somethin',
you know, a personal matter.

Yeah, go ahead.

What would you think about, you know,
me and Adrienne on a social level?

Uh, actually, I nev...
I never really thought about it.

I think you're right.
I... I think that's the problem.

- What is?
- She's not thinkin' about it,

and I haven't brought it
to her attention raisin' the possibility.

She don't know you're interested in her?

- You don't think so?
- No, I'm askin'.

No, I don't think she does.

This other guy she's seein', the doctor,
they meet for the first time in 15 years,

immediately he says,
"Adrienne, would you like to go out?"

See, he let her know he was interested.

- Uh-huh.
- Most I ever did was say, uh,

I enjoyed working with her on a case.

Yeah, well, uh...

I guess... I guess you gotta
be a little more straightforward.

Well, uh, I'm gonna try that.
Yeah, I'm gonna try that.

Yeah. Otherwise, they misinterpret.

Thanks. I think you're right.

- You all right? Okay.
- Yeah. No problem.

Your client agrees to sign

the immunity waiver and will testify fully
at the grand jury tomorrow morning?

You'll remind him that's sealed testimony.

And if the grand jury returns a true bill,

my office will seek no
indictment higher than man one.

And you won't release
the sexual circumstances on a plea?

- Agreed.
- We'll pick him up

at his house 8:30 tomorrow morning then.

He's asked
if Detective Sipowicz could be there.

Yeah, all right.

How'd your sit-down go with the reporter?

- Kevin Corcoran.
- Yeah.

Hmm.
It went... it went well.

- I'm glad we did it.
- Big city, right?

Yeah, I think there's enough
for both of us to cover.

No, he admitted he felt
a little threatened

'cause I'd changed beats,
and then I got the Webster story.

Uh, and maybe you don't
want the blow by blow.

We, um, we had a case go bad on us today.

Pimp murder.

You know, you figure
the guy's whore did it, right?

Or, uh, some other pimp...

or some other solid citizen.

Comes up a cop.

Over what?

The guy got rolled down there
a couple of days ago.

Comes back drunk to kick ass.

- Somebody from your precinct?
- Hmm.

No, 8th Squad. Guy named McCabe.

My partner Andy, he's all upset.

Well, his...

This guy McCabe, he helped him out.
You know, his son was in trouble.

Now we come to collar this guy.

- What are you lookin' for?
- That souvlaki salad.

That's gone. We finished that last night.

I didn't know we finished it.

- I can make you a sandwich.
- That's okay.

- Yeah.
- What are you doing?

I'm goin' across the street.

- I'll be back in two minutes.
- What a guy.

Got it?

Want anything else?

Just the Souvlaki.

- Come here.
- Hmm.

- Don't you go anywhere.
- Hmm, not me.

What's with the ambulance?

I'm so worried.
He looks like he's hurt so bad.

He's pronounced 8:15 a.m.

He isn't dead. His lips just moved.
Get him to the hospital.

He's DOA, Detective.
He was dead when we walked in.

And I'm tellin' you he moved.
Now, you get him outta here.

Okay.

Comin' through here.

This guys on the job.
Give that that ambulance an escort.

Notify the emergency room to stand by.

- Sector boy and my boss are on the way.
- I'll brief them when they get here.

The guy's dead, Detective.

If he's pronounced here, he'd lie
in that room for the next eight hours.

I gotta call my office.

Ma'am, I'm Detective Sipowicz.

So, uh, how... how is he?
Is he gonna be okay?

He's hurt real bad, Mrs. McCabe.

Where are your kids?

Uh, they're, uh, next door
at the Cantors' apartment.

Should I go to the hospital now?

Uh, they... they can
tell me something there.

Yeah, they'll tell you something
at the hospital, Mrs. McCabe.

- Can I get someone to help you?
- Um, my sister.

Uh, her husband
is a sergeant on Coney Island.

Um... ...here's the number.

All right, I'll call your sister.
Why don't you go get dressed.

Yeah. All right.

Yeah, I'll hold on.

Get off the phone.

I wanna know who put that out.

- Yeah.
- Who gave this to the papers?

I was thinkin' maybe your boss.

No, I just talked to Abrams.

Andy, there's no way
that this is his leak.

This man's poor family.

I'd like to think it's IAB,
but I don't know why they'd do it?

Maybe just to stay in shape.

Anybody got a line
on this reporter Corcoran?

No. I tend not
to have good press contacts.

- I'm gonna make some calls, Lieu.
- Okay.

Early to bed, early to rise.

I had a headache.

Then I had to stop
at the bank this morning.

I apologize for doubting you.
I... I won't do it again, I swear.

That's all behind us now.
Can we forget it?

No, we can't.

Why not?

It isn't just me you don't trust.

Your... your entire life
is an obstacle course.

Uh, you wake up in the morning,
and start anticipating disaster.

What, because I run salt water

through my nostrils?

It... it prevents my sinuses from closing.

It is not the salt water.
It is not your asthma,

or your rashes or your food allergies.

It's your attitude, Gregory.

Wha... what's wrong with my attitude?

You won't enjoy your life.

You don't like hockey games.
You don't like restaurants.

You won't socialize

because you're embarrassed
of your stuttering.

And you don't want your kids to come over
because you're embarrassed about me.

My father died
when he was 54 years old, Greg.

I know how short life is.

And I don't wanna spend the rest of mine
cleanin' out air purifiers,

and playing Parcheesi,

and wondering when's the next time
you're gonna follow me somewhere.

I followed you because I love you.

I don't want to be followed
because you love me.

I wanna be happy because you do.

I had no idea
I was bringing you such misery, Donna.

If I'd realized that,

I never
would've left my wife and family.

Oh, God.

You didn't leave your wife
and kids for me.

You left because she had
her legs in the air

for the day manager at the food mart.

Oh, Greg.

I don't wanna fight like this.

Neither do I.

Look, uh, give me two hours
from the end of my tour.

I'll be packed and gone. You see...

I thought we loved each other.

Me too.

- Here I am.
- Come here.

So what do you know about the story?

- What story?
- About Jerry McCabe.

"Sources say a detective
from the 8th Precinct

"is being questioned in the homicide
which resulted from a dispute

"about the favors of the prostitute."

You saw the story,
did you see the byline?

Yeah, I saw the byline.

'Course, now, if you were looking
to use what I told you,

it wouldn't be under your name,
would it, Benita?

Maybe you conveniently develop
a yen for a snack, I go get it,

and you drop a dime
to your new buddy Kevin Corcoran.

Show him how you scratch
each other's back down at metro.

- You think I did that?
- I'm trying to decide.

I didn't. I wouldn't.

- It hurts me you think I would, Bobby.
- If you used it, Benita,

it might as well have been me
puttin' a gun to McCabe’s head.

What are you talking about?

He killed himself.

I didn't use it, Bobby.

Corcoran's got his own sources.

You gonna ask me a few more times?

- No.
- Good.

- Andy.
- Yeah.

We gotta talk.

Go ahead.

I'm thinking
this might have been my fault.

About the story comin' out.

How would it be your fault?

I've been seeing that girl, Benita Alden.

- That reporter?
- Yeah. We, uh,

we've been seein' each other.

So I'm talkin' to her last night, uh...

about the case.

I'm... I'm feeling bad
for McCabe and for you...

'cause he helped your boy and all.

And she gave it to this Corcoran?

She says she didn't.

- And you think she's lying.
- I don't know.

I don't know. I felt I could trust her.

She'd be the first one in her occupation.

I'm feelin' like it was me
that put the bullet in this guy's head.

You didn't put him out there
chasin' whores.

You didn't pull the trigger
when he killed that pimp.

This could have been IAB.

This could have been the DA.

- Mm-hmm.
- Could've been someone in the squad.

You keep this to yourself,

or you'll be taking the weight,
whether she did it or not.

Hey, Greg.

Hi.

So, uh, Adrienne's
still got that sinus infection.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

You don't hold
that against her, do you?

- What do you mean?
- Difficulty with her sinuses.

Oh, everybody gets colds. I mean, uh,

I just didn't think it was
the right time to approach her.

- Mm-hmm.
- But I, uh, wanted to,

you know, tell you I appreciate
the encouragement you gave me,

expressing my feelings toward her.

I hope it works out.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll tell you, James, uh,
could you excuse me a minute?

- You okay?
- Yeah, I... I just don't feel well.

- Can I get you anything?
- Nah.

I... I just need to stand here a minute.

Sure, all right, uh, hope you feel better.

What's up?

These are Kevin Corcoran's numbers,
work and beeper.

What's he gonna tell me?

- That I didn't give him the story.
- Who'd he get it from?

He wouldn't tell me,
I wouldn't expect him to.

But you expect me to believe him?

I'd have expected you to believe me.

- Okay, thanks for the numbers.
- That's it?

- Just gonna close me out, Bob?
- I can't see you, Benita.

I don't feel I can trust you.

Now, if I'm wrong about that,
then I apologize.

You're wrong.

Even if you weren't, you never told me
that the conversation was off the record.

Off the record?

We were lyin' in bed in there, right?

Now, I didn't think
that I had to talk to you

about on and off the record anymore.

You gave it to him, didn't you?

Why should I keep denying it?
You don't believe me anyway.

Are we gonna get past this, Bobby?

You know, I started seein' you, and, uh...

you seemed really sweet to me.

You're smart.

You're pretty.

If we didn't love each other...

maybe that was my problem, all right?
Maybe I'm the one that has

to remember how to fall in love.

The worst
that could have happened here,

the worst,

is that we could have
kept each other company.

Isn't that right, Benita?

I mean, what harm could come
out of something like that?

I guess Jerry McCabe found out.

I liked you so much, Bobby.

Yeah, and you had your job to do.

- Oh, just like you have yours.
- Good night.