All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E09 - Ice Follies.sd-en

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

JANICE: Have a good day, Detective.

JOHN: Hey.

You think maybe it's time
to stop acting like strangers

when we go through that door?

You call it.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- MALE VOICE: Here you go.

I think we oughta think about it.

- Figure out how to let people know.
- Yeah?

Well, why don't you stand right there
and I'll give you a big,

wet one right in front of the desk.

- Officer Licalsi?
- JANICE: Yeah.

- MALE VOICE: Phone.
- Who's calling you on a pay phone?

- JANICE: I don't know.
- See you later.

- This is Officer Licalsi.
- MAN: Janice?

- Yeah. Who's this?
- MAN: Richie.

Richie, huh?

Richie who?

RICHIE: Richie you're gonna meet
on your lunch hour today.

You know that old post office
just over the bridge, Long Island City?

Yeah, I don't know any Richies,
and what would I want to meet you for?

RICHIE: Take it easy. Be considerate,
Janice. Be like me.

I call on this phone so your bosses
don't hear me say

how I know about you used to work
for Mr. M.

Our friend Angelo Marino.
Wasn't that considerate on my part?

- RICHIE: Janice.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- What?
- RICHIE: You still there?

- Yeah.
- RICHIE: So, are we gonna get together?

Yeah, all right.

- RICHIE: Just over the bridge.
- Who am I gonna look for?

RICHIE: You show up, I'll find you.

(LINE CLICKING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- JOHN: Morning.
- Hey, Detective. How's it going?

- JOHN: It's going okay.
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- JOHN: What's going on?
- Nothing much, you know?

How about with you?

JOHN: Not too much.

Something you wanna talk about, James?

My brother's been out of touch a while.
You know, my brother Roberto?

Yeah, he's in the rehab program.

He checked himself out of that
about two and a half weeks ago.

He was back at the apartment.
Now the phone's off the hook,

and, uh, there's no answer inside
when I go over there either.

- How long?
- Couple of days.

- Could he be visiting someplace?
- Yeah, I guess he could be.

I don't know where he'd be visiting.

- You got a key to the apartment?
- No, I gave it back to him.

Maybe go over there and have
the super let you in.

You know, maybe your brother
went somewhere,

or the cat knocked the phone off the hook.

You know? Give yourself some peace
of mind.

Yeah. He... he don't have any pets and...

I'll tell you the truth, Detective. Uh...

I'm afraid of what I'm gonna find
over there.

You want me to ride over there with you?

I'm afraid something may have happened
to him, you know, with his drug problem.

- I...
- Okay. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Let's ride over there.

JAMES: I appreciate that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

JOHN: Come on.

- Thanks.
- MALE VOICE: Sure.

You know what? Let me... let me go
in first and see what's what.

(TRAIN RUMBLING)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm sorry, James.

Oh, my God.

My brother's dead.

My little brother...

I'm sorry.

Come here.

Come here.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yes, I got it all. "An evil energy
threatening the galaxy."

Right. Also threatening you personally
with a laser death squad. I got it.

No, no, no. I... I'm not impatient.

It's just, we're really busy here
with crimes on planet Earth.

Okay. Thanks for your phone call.

- (ANDY CLEARS THROAT)
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- A nut case.
- Yeah, I gathered.

All part of my job.

Let's talk in the interview room
for a minute there, Miss Abandando.

- Okay?
- Sure.

Did I do something wrong

- on that phone call?
- Don't worry about it. No, no, no.

It's just, many of your wackos,
Miss Abandando,

how they're mainly wacky is feeling
the world doesn't understand them.

Now, you wanna avoid helping them along
with feeling that way.

You... You try not to let them hear it
in your voice that you're feeling,

eh, maybe they're missing a few dots
on their dominoes.

Do... do you think
I wasn't sympathetic enough?

- Oh.
- Do... do you think I might have drove him

- to some "heinous" act?
- Uh...

What was the guy's problem, uh,
who just called?

A power configuration of pure evil
called the galactic gravity shelf.

And they've sent a laser death squad
to kill him.

So you work with that, you know. Here.
Sit down.

(CLEARS THROAT) The, uh, gravity shelf.
Uh-huh.

The laser death team?
Sounds like a dangerous bunch.

Then you make a couple of suggestions.

You know, like, uh,
"Our most effective way

"in dealing with these death squads is,

"you distribute coffee grounds
in each corner of your dwelling.

"The aroma just deranges their senses.

"And you wear a fedora with aluminum foil
on the inside.

"It throws off their beaming device."

You give them the idea
they can help themselves.

- That's really smart.
- Yeah.

Maybe this guy stops going
to UFO conventions,

he'll stop seeing little green men.

- Detective Sipowicz, thanks for the help.
- Don't mention it, Miss Abandando.

- You want one?
- Thanks.

- ANDY: Sure.
- (DONNA CHUCKLING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Andy.
- ANDY: Yeah. How's it going?

- Martinez lost his brother.
- Drugs?

- Yeah.
- How's the kid?

Yeah, he's telling his family, you know.
I think he's worried about his father.

- I'm going to tell the sergeant now.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You know we got that birthday lunch
for Medavoy.

JOHN: Yeah. I'll be right down.

(SCOFFS) Look at Roberts circling
Abandando's landing area.

You blame him?

(BLOWS RASPBERRIES)

- How's it going?
- MIKE: Hey, Andy, how you doing?

- Ah.
- DONNA: Detective Roberts.

- I was at the Rangers game last night.
- You too?

- Don't you hate ties?
- Yeah.

- Anyways, look. I got a souvenir here.
- A puck!

That's great! You caught it
off a deflection?

No, I picked it up at the souvenir stand.

- Oh.
- I thought maybe you'd want it.

(EXHALING SHARPLY) That's so nice of you.

But why don't you keep it?

No, go on. Take it.

- It's my pleasure.
- That's really nice of you. Thanks a lot.

I thought maybe you'd like to go to a game
with me sometime.

Well, some girlfriends
and me have season tickets,

and we all kinda go together.

Oh.

Thanks anyway, though.

Oh, sure. Sure.

And... and thanks very much for the puck.

No problem. Enjoy it.

- (EXHALES DEEPLY)
- How'd it go, Roberts?

- She's a dyke.
- Yeah, what was your tip-off?

She goes to the hockey games
with a bunch of girlfriends.

- Say no more.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)

DONNA: Back from court, Detective Medavoy?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (CHUCKLES)

- Happy birthday, old folks.
- ANDY: Happy birthday, Medavoy.

- I'm 40, not 80. Hey, Andy.
- (CHUCKLES)

You can drag yourself over to, uh,
Theresa's for lunch, Medavoy?

- Well, I can make it if you can.
- Yeah, Kelly'll be down in just a second.

We'd stand you to dinner
if you didn't drive

- to a different time zone every night.
- Yeah, well, what can I say.

The wife likes living in Holbrook.
(CHUCKLES)

- Lunch at Theresa's, Miss Abandando.
- Okay, detectives.

- Wish this guy a happy birthday.
- Happy birthday, Detective Medavoy.

- (BREATHES HEAVILY)
- (CHUCKLES)

- Medavoy says thanks.
- MIKE: I'll be back in a couple of hours.

- Hey, it's the birthday boy.
- Hey, John.

- How's 40 feel?
- Oh, he was just sayin'

how his joints ache. (CHUCKLES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- I'm Richie. How you doin'?
- What do you want?

We want you to start picking up
a second paycheck again

- like when you worked for Angelo Marino.
- Yeah, you said that on the phone.

I don't know where you get that.

So you met me here because you wanted
a breath of fresh air?

I met you here because I wanted to know
what the hell you were talking about.

What I'm talking about is my employer
is in possession

of private records
that Angelo Marino kept.

You're on his list, Janice.

Friendly cops. So stop acting like
you still got your cherry.

I never took a cent from Angelo Marino.

I was trying to protect my father.

- You're a good daughter. Good for you.
- And Marino's dead now.

- And my father's dead too.
- Life goes on, though, Janice.

You got your own career to think about.

- I think you want to cooperate here.
- (SCOFFS)

You don't want any bad publicity emerging.

This journal entry?

That's Marino's own handwriting.

Janice, I'm over here.

- Who do you work for?
- (CHUCKLES)

That's nothing for you to think about.

All you got to do is every so often
we'll have a request.

You get us what we need,
and everything's hunky-dory.

- Yeah, what kind of requests?
- Easy stuff.

Look at this.

We want you to workup
this guy's license plate.

We need his home and business address.

Plus the 500 I'd send you, it's bad
for your character to turn that down.

Not to mention I'll say you took
it anyways and go buy lottery tickets.

Come on, Janice. We're talking
about running a license plate here.

Screw you, man. I know
what we are talking about.

Come on. Cheer up.

- Have the stuff for me this time tomorrow.
- Yeah?

Well, I'll let you know what I decide.

Tomorrow. I'll save us two parking spaces.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, look here, Medavoy.
"Senior specials, two-ninety-nine."

- Ho, ho, ho.
- (ALL LAUGH)

What else you get for your birthday
besides a rocking chair?

Uh, I got this from the kids
and, uh, this from the wife.

JOHN: Ooh.

ARTHUR: How'd you handle hittin' 40, Andy?

As far as I could remember, I dedicated
that year to Seagram's Seven.

- (CHUCKLES)
- GREG: Well, uh,

to tell you the truth, it's... it's been
a little bit of a hurdle for me.

- (BEEPER BEEPING)
- GREG: It's been kind of a hurdle.

How's 40 been a hurdle for you, Medavoy?

- GREG: I don't know.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

It's, uh... starts sneaking up on you,
sort of, you know. You start...

looking over your shoulder a little bit.
Start looking ahead.

(EXHALING SHARPLY) Looking back.
You start asking, uh,

"What did I accomplish?"

(SCOFFS) I mean, I... I...
I got no complaints.

I got Marie and... and the girls.

We... we got that parcel of land
in Florida.

Everything goes okay, I'll start building
on it in four or five years.

ANDY: Boy, you're good at carpentry, right?

Yeah. Yeah, right. So I'll...
I'll start... start building on that.

What is this? A birthday lunch or a wake,
huh?

(ALL LAUGH)

Andy, we got to take off.
Kid in anti-crime Martinez's situation.

- Need some help?
- No, that's fine. We're all right.

- Hey. Happy birthday, man. All right?
- GREG: Thanks, John.

- Thanks, Andy.
- Yeah, man.

- Keep up those cheerful thoughts, man.
- (ALL LAUGH)

- ANDY: What's going on?
- Martinez called.

Said that the father's after the dealer
who sold the younger brother drugs.

And he says he's got a gun.

ANDY: Great.

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- JOHN: Think they made you?
- Yeah.

But he doesn't think I'm into his stuff.

- JOHN: What's going on, James?
- (JAMES EXHALES DEEPLY)

Called my father at his work,
you know, the auto repair.

Told him what happened to Roberto.
And he said he was going over

to see Mr. Gutierrez,
which is the funeral home director.

And I was supposed to tell my mother.
So I was with my mother and my aunt

over there, and a phone call came
from a neighborhood kid, Joey Gonzales.

- I busted that kid.
- JAMES: He's a neighborhood kid.

I grew up with him. He said he was over
on 6th Street, and my father came over

and found him and beat him up, saying,
"Who sold drugs to Roberto?"

But Joey said he never sold to Roberto,
you know, out of respect for our family.

But he gave him the name of this Brick Top
over there, you know,

and he said that my father asked him
where he could buy a gun.

- And this is Brick Top over here?
- JAMES: Yeah.

I'm afraid my father's gonna come
over here, man.

I'm afraid he's gonna do something bad.

No. He doesn't look like
he's holding now.

I don't think he holds. He's got kids
that hold for him, you know?

Oh, let's grab this asshole anyways.
We'll get him off the street.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- The kids with the drugs are bookin'.
- Let 'em go.

JOHN: (WHISTLING) Yo, yo.

- Hey, hey.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, yo! Hey, you, Brick Top, come here,
come here.

Get out of here. Get out of here.
You're goin' in. You are goin' in.

- Shut up! All right?
- ANDY: You're goin' in .

(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)

Hey, you... you want some of this, huh?
Then get out of here! Get out!

- JOHN: Get out.
- Hey, that's my father.

- JOHN: Come here. Get him to the car.
- JAMES: Poppy.

- JOHN: Mr. Martinez?
- JAMES: What are you doing here.

- JOHN: Detective Kelly here.
- ANDY: You're going to the station house.

JOHN: Sorry about what happened, sir.

- Don't put your hands on me, okay?
- I got to check for a weapon.

- Don't put your damn hands on me!
- I got to check you for a weapon.

That's the son of a bitch
that killed your brother!

- JOHN: Mr. Martinez!
- (GUNSHOT)

- JOHN: Get down!
- (GRUNTS)

HECTOR: (GROANING) That murderer
murdered my son!

- He murdered my son!
- JOHN: I understand that.

- Stop.
- HECTOR: No! He's a murderer!

- OFFICER: What's going on?
- JOHN: Everything's fine.

Everything's under control. Come on. Up.

- You put "shots fired" up over the air?
- Yeah, I just called it in.

JOHN: Can't make him go away, James.

- Can't make...
- He murdered my son!

JAMES: Stop it, Poppy! Okay, stop it!

- Who's his son? What's that guy's problem?
- Never mind. Just get out of here.

- JOHN: Can't make him go away, James.
- OFFICER: Watch your head.

- JOHN: We're stuck with it.
- Yeah.

But you ought to break out
your travel brochures, Brick Top.

You wanna look into a warmer climate,
huh? Now, go on. Get.

Go on!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (SIRENS WAILING)
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- How was your birthday lunch?
- (CHUCKLES)

I used to play hockey.

You're kidding.

In high school.

And, uh, c... couples skating,
I used to do.

I skate twice a week just over here
at the Skyline.

GREG: Is that right?

Yeah, yeah. I... I used to know someone
who enjoyed,

uh, ice skating, you know, uh,
couples skate.

- (EXHALING SHARPLY) Long time ago.
- I'm going tomorrow after work.

Is that right?

Maybe sometime you'd like to come with me.

Uh...

I got... I g...

- I... I'm sorry, Donna.
- Oh. Don't worry about your stutter.

No, no, no. Uh, I mean, I got
this long commute.

My wife sometimes has... has dinner ready.
Uh...

- (CHUCKLES) It's how we do it.
- DONNA: Sure.

- Maybe some other time.
- (CHUCKLES) Yeah.

- DONNA: Happy birthday.
- (CHUCKLES)

Was the father trying to shoot the dealer?

I wrote it up that the gun went off
while I was disarming him.

- I know what you wrote up.
- Lieutenant, Martinez says

that the father never came to terms
with the younger son being a drug user,

and now that he hears the kid is dead,
I mean, he's grieving.

So he goes after the guy
that sold the kid the drugs

and, you know. I mean, it's not like
he's a habitual violent offender.

But the son's still dead
and the dealer's still on the street.

Yeah. The dealer wasn't holding.

I'm asking...

are you really doing Martinez a favor
if you give his father a walk on this?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

HECTOR: You're sitting here
in front of me...

and your brother's lying dead
in Bellevue Hospital.

Tomorrow, Mr. Gutierrez said
tomorrow they'll release his remains.

You know, you're sitting here
and that son of a bitch drug dealer

who killed your brother
walks on the street free!

How are we gonna arrest that drug dealer,
Poppy?

He didn't have any drugs on him,

and we can't prove that he sold drugs
to Roberto.

The truth is, they were gonna bring him in
just to keep you out of trouble.

But you got into trouble anyway.

Poppy...

what if they would release you now?
I mean, what would you do?

(SNIFFS)

I'd do what needs to be done.

- That's what I'd do.
- What?

You know, somebody in this family
got to be a man.

I'm trying to get you to talk sense.

I could get them to release you,
but you gotta stop acting crazy.

Oh, "crazy."

Crazy to you because you didn't take care
of your brother.

- I did my best.
- Your brother's dead!

How did you do anything, huh?

- How did you do anything?
- Stop it, okay!

- How did you do anything? He's dead! Dead!
- You stop it, I say!

- (JAMES GRUNTING)
- He's dead! He's dead!

Your... your brother's dead!
What happened?

- Don't hit me anymore, all right?
- (GRUNTS)

You were supposed to take care of him!
He's dead!

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Get him! Get him!
- MALE VOICE: Break it up! Break it up!

- James, get off him, okay?
- Take it easy.

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

- MALE VOICE: Pull him back.
- JOHN: What the hell is going on in here?

- Let's take a walk.
- Let's go.

Come on! Let's go!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- Are you okay, Martinez?
- I don't want him released.

- I don't want him on the street.
- Okay.

We'll keep him here in holding.

We'll arraign
and release tomorrow morning.

Good. At least he'll be
off the street tonight.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

You gonna be okay?

Yeah.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

- JANICE: So, what do you think?
- JOHN: Yeah, you know.

- It'll get better.
- Better? Yeah, well,

I got a seafood ravioli coming up
that you're really gonna love. (CHUCKLES)

(JOHN CHUCKLING)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Okay, you know what I was thinking
about was the, uh,

the phone call you got
on the pay phone today.

Oh. It... it was a, um...

It was a perp.

Uh, it... it was a fence that Lucas
and I popped a couple of weeks ago.

- Mm-hmm.
- He uses that pay phone

because it's the, uh, number
that he's used to using.

Okay?

End of interrogation?

Yeah.

No, it's just that, uh, when people use
that phone it's 'cause they don't want

their conversation recorded,
so when you got a call...

- I mean, you can understand my concern.
- Yeah, but I told you who it was.

Okay. Then I made too much of it.

You're gonna have to trust me, Johnny.
Otherwise this is not gonna work out.

And I do trust you.

Come here.

Come here.

Got it?

Hmm?

(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

ANDY: Okay, Mr. Martinez, let's go.

- I don't want him with us.
- We're the cops, Mr. Martinez.

We'll tell you how it's gonna be.

- JOHN: Thank you.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

As your father, I'm telling you,
I don't want you around.

Let me go with you, Poppy.
And then we'll go home.

No, you go home and you stay there
with your mother.

- All right.
- JOHN: Oh, let's go. Here we go.

- We're ready.
- (BUZZING)

JOHN: Come on. Here we go. Come on.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Talk to you later.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR OPENS)

People of the State of New York
versus Hector Martinez.

Your Honor, defendant is charged
with possession of a concealed weapon.

But after discussion with the officers
involved in the case

and considering the overall circumstances
of the case, the State would not object

to an ROR and an adjournment
contemplating dismissal.

- And we would accept, Your Honor.
- The gun was discharged?

SYLVIA: You'll note
in the arresting officer's report

that it was an officer
who caused the gun to fire

in the process of disarming the suspect.

- JUDGE: Aha.
- SYLVIA: We'd like to point out

that the defendant has no prior record
and strong roots

in the community, Your Honor,
and his oldest son is a police officer.

You'll also note that this incident
occurred in the aftermath

of the defendant learning of the death
of his younger son.

Mr. Martinez, I'm going to release you
without bond

and if you stay out of trouble
for the next six months

this incident will not appear
on your record.

Do you hear me, sir?

All right. Yes.

Condolences on your loss.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Mr. Martinez, you got a...
got a minute for me?

HECTOR: What do you want?

- JOHN: Step outside.
- (CLEARS THROAT)

- SYLVIA: Hi.
- Thanks for the rhythm with this guy.

- See what one dinner can buy?
- Hmm. I was worried there.

- I thought it'd be two dinners.
- Well, I'll check my fee schedule.

Personally, I think you'd be better
checking the reservations list

at Dubrovnik's, eight o'clock tonight.

Well, you are the detective.

Yeah.

JOHN: Okay.
Let me ask you a question, then.

How much more damage you going to do
to your family because Roberto died?

What kind of question is that?

You... you leave the dealer on the street
and you arrest me.

There was no way for us to charge
that dealer. We brought you in

because we were afraid
you were gonna do something stupid.

Mr. Martinez, you want to windup
having your wife visit you

for five years on Rikers Island, huh?

Two hours a week for five years seeing you

with the... with the junkies and the pimps
and the thieves.

And what's really bad is her knowing
that you belong there

- because you threw your family away.
- Some lowlife killed my son.

Drugs killed your son, Mr. Martinez.

Roberto put that spike in his arm
all by himself, and he's gone now.

For you to go shoot the guy who sold him
the drugs is not gonna change that.

And meanwhile, you got another son
trying to help you,

and all you do is slap him around
and insult him.

- JOHN: James loves you.
- Look,

you don't need to tell me about my son.

Listen to me. James is a good person.
I don't know your wife,

but after seeing James, I can tell
she's a good person just like you.

Now, you've done a great job
with your kids.

You've had a horrible loss.

Get past it and put your family
back together.

And we are done running around like
a bunch of schmucks

making sure that everything is okay
for you, Mr. Martinez.

Next dumb thing,
nobody cuts you any slack.

You gonna let me go now?

- Go ahead.
- Did you hear what Detective Kelly said?

Yeah. Yeah.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- MIKE: Hey, Medavoy.
- Uh, hi.

- Donna?
- Hi!

- You still going skating after work?
- Yeah.

- Could I go with you?
- Great!

(CHUCKLES)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- One-Five Precinct.
- RICHIE: Is Janice Licalsi there?

- Yeah, who's this?
- RICHIE: Her cousin, Richie.

SERGEANT: This is a civilian pay phone.
I'll give you the right number.

RICHIE: Jeez, I don't have
another quarter.

Yeah, all right. Wait a second.

It's for you. Give him the right number.

- JANICE: What?
- RICHIE: We on for this afternoon?

No. I didn't get to it yet.

- RICHIE: Why not?
- Because I didn't get to it.

I don't know if I'm gonna do it.

RICHIE: You don't, huh?

Don't make a mistake here,
Officer Licalsi.

Did you hear what I said? I said
I don't know if I'm gonna do it,

- and I'll let you know what I decide.
- RICHIE: Yeah.

And you listen to what I say.

If I have to call back
'cause you don't have this thing,

I'll call on the right phone
and I'll put on tape what you did.

JANICE: Up your ass with
that license plate, pal.

RICHIE: Yeah, up your ass, sweetheart.

Right up your ass
with that shiny cop shield.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

How did you get interested in skating?

Uh, there was a pond near where I lived.

My girlfriends and I used to think
the Ice Capades were the coolest.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Beautiful, perfect people

- zooming across the ice.
- Yeah.

How did you get from the Ice Capades
to liking hockey so much?

I guess that had more to do
with the players.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DONNA: Last guy I did this with used
to check me into the boards for fun.

Oh, don't worry. No body checks.

You're good!

I think we both make the team.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHS)

- You remind me of Peggy Fleming.
- Really?

- I always wanted to be her.
- I bet she'd want to be you.

(DONNA CHUCKLES)

- GREG: How's your soda?
- It's delicious.

I got to be careful, though.
Sweets go right to my hips.

(CHUCKLES)

Your, uh, parents still live out
on Long Island?

- No, they passed away.
- Oh, sorry.

(CHUCKLES)

You know, I used to love skating
on that pond.

You could go around hours,
just listening to the wind, ducks.

- You know, you haven't stammered once.
- Oh, that's mostly a nervous condition.

It's better once I get comfortable.

- I think you're a good skater.
- Oh, you are great.

And you're attractive.

Really attractive.

You know, just... delightful.

Are... are you gonna be late getting home?

(EXHALES HEAVILY) I am gonna be so late.
(CHUCKLES)

But you got to be late all the time,
working on cases.

Yeah. Then I can be home late.

Oh!

This was a great night for me.

Me too.

Come on. I'll walk you to your car.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (BREATHES HEAVILY)
- JOHN: Easy. Easy.

- JOHN: Wait, wait, wait.
- JANICE: What's wrong?

It feels like there's something else
in the bed with us.

- (EXHALES HEAVILY) That's what's wrong.
- That's a weird thing to say.

It's a weird feeling.

- What's going on with you?
- I don't know.

I feel like I'm being reviewed
on the way I make love.

Mm-hmm. That's not what's happening.

(EXHALES HEAVILY) Well, why don't you
get out of here, Johnny?

What are you afraid would happen
if I stayed?

Oh, don't interrogate me.

What is going on with you?

You want me to trust you, and I'm trying.

But didn't I see you
get another phone call today?

Hmm? You look like you're in jail,

and you're making love
like you want to break out,

so what is going on with you?

Why don't you get out of here, Johnny?

You're involved with these people again,
aren't you?

Trust you, Janice.

Well, it's my problem.

Okay, your problem, trust you,

but you can lie to me anytime you want,
huh?

We could have a life,
but you don't have to tell me the truth?

(SIGHS)

Someone else found out.

I thought it was just between me
and Marino,

but it turns out he kept a book,
and I'm in it.

Who contacted you?

Some errand boy named Richie.

They want me to run a license plate.

To start you off.

I'm not gonna do this again.

- Okay. I want to see this asshole.
- Who?

Richie. I want to find out
what's going on.

No. Then you'd be involved, too.

Janice, I am involved.

Johnny, I want you to go get your clothes.

- I want you to call him.
- No.

I want you to go get your clothes,
go away,

and let me figure out
how I'm gonna deal with this.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth.

So now you're telling me the truth,
but you won't let me help you.

"We could have a life," right?

Janice, don't get in bed
with these people again.

- I'm telling you.
- I won't.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SIREN WAILING)

- Officer Licalsi.
- JANICE: Good morning, Inspector.

Security tells me you logged
into the building at 6:30.

I don't know how to do this,
and I didn't want to go

- through chain of command.
- No?

Lemon cheese Danish.
You want some?

Oh, if you don't mind, I'd like
to get down to what I came here for.

I'm glad he's dead.
Angelo Marino and his driver.

I mean, they choose their work,
these people,

and whatever happens to them,
I can live with that.

- I can live with that.
- Officer Licalsi...

I knew the son of a bitch personally...
Marino.

You ever meet him or hear his voice
on tape, maybe?

You're implying you had communications
with Angelo Marino prior to his death?

Uh, prior to his death, yeah.
Nothing since.

I don't think you've found the tone
you want to take with me yet.

(INHALES SHARPLY) Probably not. (SCOFFS)

But I gave this a lot of thought
before I came in here.

And I gave a lot of thought
to Angelo Marino too,

I mean, more than he deserves, really.
Most courts in this country

would have given him just what he got
and kept him around in jail

for ten years beforehand
while he bled appeals.

Officer Licalsi,

let's establish some ground rules
for this discussion.

The matter of the death of Angelo Marino
is closed.

It is a cleared case.
Alfonse Giardella did that murder.

Alfonse Giardella confessed
to that murder.

Now, you may think you have some reason
for reopening those doors.

I'm telling you, you don't.

Hear me on this, Officer,
because I'm not saying it again.

I heard you. I'm trying to understand you.

I'm interested in looking forward,
not back.

You're not a fool.

You understand that just fine.

- Don't you?
- Say I do.

His death to one side...

- this same Marino reached out to you?
- About a year before he was shot.

He said in the future there'd be something
he would ask me to do.

Why would he expect you to cooperate?

My daddy was Dominic Gennaro,
one of the cops that got indicted.

- Who just died.
- Marino was blackmailing me.

He said that, uh, he would let on
that my dad was on his payroll

unless I did what he wanted me to do.

When that time came,
what did he ask you to do?

The only thing I did for that son
of a bitch was the thing

you told me that we are not going
to discuss.

Okay.

- Why did you come here today?
- I was approached again.

- By whom?
- Some guy named Richie.

- I don't know who he works for.
- Tommy Linardi.

Probably. I don't know.

Look...

I want to get out from under.

If that means losing my job...

if it means going to jail...

Who else have you told about this?

- No one yet.
- Keep it that way.

In the meantime,

I'm gonna need some time to digest
everything you've said today.

I'll be in touch when I've decided
how to proceed.

I'm supposed to talk to these people.
They want me to run a license plate.

I'll be in touch very soon.

(SCOFFS)

Yes, I remember you.
I'm glad you called back.

My superiors authorized me

to release some classified information
to you.

This is on a top secret basis.

They want me to let you know
the gravity shelf is in remission.

The laser death team got recalled.

W... well, if the death team
disobeys orders from shelf headquarters...

Aluminum foil.

In the small event that occurs,

just crumple two pieces
of aluminum foil...

and stuff them in your undershorts.

- It defeats their sensor rays.
- (CHUCKLES)

Definitely. This could collapse the empire
of the gravity shelf.

Yes. These are great days.

Okay. Goodbye.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) You saved the galaxy.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, Roberts, uh, you owe 14 bucks
for this month's coffee supplies

when you get a chance.

So, how did it go last night with Donna?

Uh... uh, good. Uh, we... we had a, uh,
g... good time skating.

- (CHUCKLES) Skating, huh?
- Yeah. Over at the Skyline.

Andy, uh, 14 bucks
for the coffee supplies.

Hey, Detective. As an experienced
police officer,

have you noted the absence
of the wedding wing

on Medavoy's left hand?

Yeah... yeah, that's right,
but it... it's not what it looks like.

Plus note, he seems to be
showing guilty confusion over there.

Hey, Roberts, it's not what
it looks like.

I... I lost the ring this morning
down the sink.

- Sure, Medavoy.
- ANDY: Hey, Roberts.

You're an experienced police officer.

When did you notice the ring missing
from Medavoy's finger?

- Oh, it's missing right now.
- Hey, Andy, it's not what it looks like!

So Medavoy's ring wasn't off his finger
yesterday when he was supposedly

trying to get over on Miss Abandando,
who you told me

was more likely to be going out
with Martina Navratilova anyways? Huh?

(SCOFFS) We wouldn't be talking
sour grapes here,

now would we, Roberts, huh?
Because Miss Abandando told you

to slap your hockey puck up your ass
and take a hike?

I'm only putting in half for the coffee.
I'm gonna be gone two weeks next month.

- Screw you, Andy.
- (ANDY LAUGHING)

- (SIGHS) Thanks, Andy.
- No problem.

We just went skating. That's all.

Sounds like we're still
in misdemeanor territory, Medavoy.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(EXHALES) And you know, it was...
it was the craziest thing

with the wedding ring.
I mean, I never take it off.

And then this morning for some reason,
I... I wanted to see if I could, you know?

And... (WHISTLES) ...off it flies
down the sink.

- Did you call a plumber?
- Yeah. Yeah, he's coming over tonight.

- There's no problem then, huh?
- (EXHALES SHARPLY) Yeah.

ANDY: Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I hope that wasn't what it sounded like
it was.

What do you mean?

I mean, it sounded like
it was about you and me.

(CHUCKLING) Donna.

We went ice skating last night.

We had a lovely time.

Yeah.

And if some idiot wants to tease me,
that's his problem.

I don't want to cause you any problems
at work.

And I don't want to cause you any problems
at home.

- You're not causing me any problems.
- Hmm.

And we didn't do anything wrong.

Just the opposite.

- I had a really great time.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

Me too.

You are one hell of a skater.

Thanks. You too.

- JOHN: You seen Licalsi?
- MALE VOICE: In there.

You disconnected your phone?
I was calling you all last night.

Now you're two hours late for your tour?
What the hell's going on, Janice?

- I turned myself in.
- You what?

- I went to Lastarza.
- You went to Lastarza.

Lastarza the asshole
who gave Andy's shooter the walk,

who can't do his job,
you're gonna trust him?

- I have to get straight with this, John.
- He is gonna eat you up,

spit you out, get what he wants,

- and you're gonna end up in jail.
- (DOOR KNOCKS)

They're looking for you upstairs,
Detective.

JOHN: Okay. We're done here.

JANICE: We should talk more about this,
Detective.

We're gonna talk about it.

You looking for me?

We know anything about Martinez
taking out that drug dealer, Brick Top?

- No.
- Sector car says he's over there.

It's in case his father shows up.

Maybe this guy needs to get on a bus,
Lieutenant.

- Who?
- This Brick Top.

We don't put people on buses.
If Brick Top's holding, bust him.

If Martinez's father commits a crime,
bring him in.

And if Martinez is supposed
to be on family leave,

- he ought to be off the street.
- He's trying to hold his family together.

You want me to go get him?

No. Um, have the sergeant tell
the sector car he's on assignment.

Okay.

- (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey. Where you been?
- All over.

All over?

You're gone all yesterday.
You're gone all night.

I'm calling Mami all the time.
She's worried sick.

You know, she's lost her son, too, Poppy.

Instead of being home with her,
I'm out here worrying about you.

- I know that.
- You know that.

What am I supposed to do, huh?

I go home with Mami?
Go pick up Roberto's body at Bellevue?

Am I supposed to wait till that guy
over there comes back and kill him?

Am I a man then?

When you were born,
we didn't have nothing.

No money. No good place to live.

You know, I... I was always afraid
I couldn't protect you.

That's what it was.
That's why I was so hard on you.

You know, I wanted you to be able
to stick up for yourself.

Roberto... Roberto was eight years later.

I mean, I had some money,
a decent apartment.

Maybe his life was too easy.

- I mean, maybe I was too soft.
- You loved him.

I love you.

Look, I apologize for hitting on you.

I... I messed up. I know,

- I should've took care of things.
- No, no, no.

- I messed up. You didn't mess up nothing.
- I... I'm sorry, Poppy. I...

HECTOR: James, James, James.

James, I love you.

I've always loved you.

Come on. Let's go home.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

You okay?

I'm doing great.

But I don't understand
why you opened yourself up to this guy.

Hey, Johnny,

Lastarza wouldn't let me tell him
about killing Marino.

What are you talking about?
You said you turned yourself in.

He wouldn't let me tell him about Marino
and his driver.

He said that it was a cleared case.

Lastarza got Giardella to say he did
that whack.

And a dozen of his other cases fall apart
if it comes out that Giardella lied.

Mm-hmm. But they still have you.

Because you never reported
Marino's approach, they still have you.

This thing is a cancer, okay?
It was spreading to you.

Lastarza's gonna make you
go undercover.

If I'd made that phone call last night,
you would've gone out and killed that guy.

- I'm just telling you what he's gonna do.
- And I'm gonna be okay.

- (THUNDER RUMBLING)
- (RAIN PATTERING)

See... (EXHALES SHARPLY)

...I don't know what to do
with this thing.

I don't know how to help you.

I'm gonna be all right.

I don't know how to help you.

Oh, Johnny.

I love you.

Come here.

Come here.

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)