All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E10 - Oscar, Meyer, Weiner.sd-en

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RENEE: Makes you sick, what the world is.

Those were the nicest people
I ever met. (SNIFFLES)

- How long did you work for 'em?
- Five years.

Any kind of a problem,
domestic situation in the house?

- They weren't that kind of people.
- JOHN: Anybody angry at 'em?

No.

What time did you get
to work this morning?

Around 8:00.

And I knew something was wrong
because the back door was open.

Did you see
what those animals did to them?

Did you see what they did
to their poor daughter?

Why didn't they just take
what they wanted and leave?

JOHN: I don't know.

I don't know.

If you're up to it,
what would help us, is a list of people

that had access to the house,
you know, service people, like that.

- JOHN: Could you do that?
- All right.

- JOHN: Okay, James?
- JAMES: Yeah.

This is Officer Martinez. He's gonna
to take you down to the station.

- Thank you for your help, okay?
- JAMES: Ma'am.

I tell you, I'm a big boy, John,
but what happened up there, I don't know.

These assholes like their work.

This, uh, this woman
who runs the house says

the other daughter's up in Connecticut.

How 'bout
those burglary-homicides up in Riverdale?

- You think this could be the same crew?
- I'm gonna call the other daughter.

You call them up there
in Riverdale, all right?

- Hey, you all right?
- Yeah.

- Uh-uh, no sale.
- No, I'm good.

I'm, uh, I'm gonna make the call.

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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

How are you this morning,
Officer Licalsi?

I'd like to know what you decided.

All right, from the top.

You can't be held responsible
for your father's having been a wrong cop.

Or for Angelo Marino trying to use that
to blackmail you into working for him.

Nevertheless, your failure to report
the Marino approach was an illegal act.

However, you have come forward now.

You have reported
this approach by Linardi.

The approach was by some guy named Richie.

I think we're safe in assuming
that your contact works for Linardi.

I've decided you can clear your books
with the department on the Marino matter.

If you cooperate in documenting
this current solicitation by Linardi.

As well as any other criminal activities
of his which may come to light.

You said they wanted you
to run a plate for them.

Yes.

Can you do that?
Do you have access at your station house?

- Yeah.
- Do it.

And tell them you wanna meet.

And wear this.

It's a tape recorder.

Unless you'd rather wear a wire instead.

I'd like to setup some boundaries,
a time frame.

Once the investigation's begun,
and I know where we're going,

I'll be better able
to respond to your concerns.

But this isn't open-ended.

I do this Linardi thing and then I'm done.

I think that's what I just said.

(SIREN BLARING)

Needless to say, Officer.

Our arrangements and your activities
are not to be discussed.

I understand.

Have you confided
in anyone else up to this point?

- Not really.
- What does that mean?

It's all right, Inspector.
It's not gonna come into play.

I'll run this plate,
and I'll be in touch with them.

And stay in touch with me, Officer.

I'm your new best friend.

DETECTIVE: This one, they got
the facial skin completely off.

Look at this.

Yeah, great. We get the idea.

So, uh, your job and ours,
stolen items or jewelry,

cameras, and pills.
The murder weapon is a...

a knife taken from the victim's kitchen.

Same brand duct tape is used.

Vaginal penetration
with a foreign object after a rape.

Sounds like the same bunch of fun-lovers.

Yeah, four male Blacks?

The only description you got of your jobs?

- HANKIN: Yeah.
- You know, they had to be tipped on this.

- Otherwise, why come down from the Bronx?
- I agree.

We got a list from the maid
of delivery people, service, like that.

We're running that out,
see if anybody's got connections

up where you are, all right?

- We'll keep you posted.
- JOHN: Great. Thanks, guys.

JAMES: Okay.

- JAMES: No, that'll be all for now.
- GREG: What was the date

- JAMES: Right.
- GREG: of your last... last service call?

OFFICER 1: You recall who was home
when you were there?

OFFICER 2: Could I possibly
get your date of birth?

Yeah, right.

JAMES: Thanks

- Who we got?
- Yeah, so far,

- we got the, uh, mail carrier,
- OFFICER 3: Yeah...

the exterminator and the TV-cable guy.

- ANDY: Anything on their BCI checks?
- All clean.

They were all cooperative.
But we still got the, uh, water delivery,

the grocery, the dry-cleaner,
the carpet-cleaner and the masseuse.

I spoke to the cleaners
and the carpet people.

- What'd you get?
- GREG: Nothing there.

- All clean as a whistle.
- JOHN: Okay.

All right, I'll be right back.
Uh, help with the calls.

When's the daughter here from Connecticut?

Uh, she said about an hour.
So, James, if you would,

- make sure she gets met, all right?
- JAMES: All right.

- Anything else?
- Uh, no, no. More of the same.

GREG: This is Detective Medavoy,
15th Precinct...

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, how's it going?

- Okay.
- Hmm.

- You see Lastarza?
- Yeah.

- How'd that go?
- I'm not going to talk to you about this.

- Because he doesn't want you to.
- Johnny.

Lie to him. Lie to him. He's lying to you.

I'm not talking to you
because I don't want to.

I'm not talking to you
because of who you are.

JOHN: What does that mean?

You're my lover,
and I don't wanna get you involved.

Okay. What if that's unacceptable to me?

Well, try it. Maybe you'll get there.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

(KEYS CLACKING)

LUCAS: What do you got, Janice?

Uh, this car's been parked
on my block for about a week.

Um, thought I'd check
and see if it was stolen.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

When you delivered the water,
did you carry it through the house?

- How long were the Sloans on your route?
- OFFICER: Could I get the names...

- And your date of birth?
- OFFICER: ...of the delivery boys...

Hey, uh, did you know
that New York City tap water

tastes better than bottled water?

That's... that's not me saying that.
That's independent testing.

This morning this bag contained a lunch
prepared by my wife for me,

not the rodent population
of the 15th Precinct.

You know, you... you oughta get
one of those metal lunch buckets.

I wouldn't have to if you didn't treat,
and feed 'em like pets.

It's your fault
they're all over the place.

- They'll starve!
- Medavoy, better them than me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh...

DONNA: It was heinous murder,

and our detectives
are pretty busy at the moment.

ARLAND: Oh? No, that's all right,
I understand perfectly.

Can I help you?

Detective,
this gentleman is reporting a theft.

Yes, my name is Arland Rickman.

Yeah, I've seen you
on some of those talk shows.

Yes. Well, not so much lately.

- Uh, you wanna come over to my desk?
- ARLAND: Yeah. Thank you.

ANDY: Have a seat.

The man who robbed me
was just under six-feet tall, 160 pounds,

peaches and cream complexion,
and tousled, strawberry-blonde hair.

No, uh, scars or distinguishing marks
on his face or arms...

Uh, but he does have a pierced scrotum.

Uh, he wears a little, gold ball there.

(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

You got a good look?

Oh, yes, from all angles. (CHUCKLES)

Uh, what'd he steal from you?

One item only, my Oscar.

My Academy Award. Do you believe it?

There was Baccarat crystal,
two Fabergé eggs...

What's the Oscar worth?

ARLAND: Under these circumstances
I couldn't guess.

Whoever bought it would have to keep
the transaction secret, wouldn't they?

Now, uh, do you suppose
that, that would make the prize

more or less valuable in their eyes?

Mr. Rickman, I... I'd love
to sit here with you trying to figure out

what someone would pay to whip
his skippy while gazing at your Oscar.

But right now we're working
on a multiple homicide.

So, let's just put its worth
at more than 500 dollars,

and finish this report, okay?

- Fine.
- You got a name on the thief?

Yeah, he said his name was Bryce.

- B-R-I-C...
- Uh, my guess would be Y.

B-R-Y-C-E.

- Last name?
- It didn't come up.

- Uh, any idea of an address?
- ARLAND: Uh, he's a transient.

Said he just arrived from Denver.

Your best bet would be
to track him through Raoul.

The, uh, bartender at Louise's.

Um, that's a, uh, come-as-you-are
sort of place for persons like myself.

It's where Bryce and I met.

That's at 48th Street
on the West Side, huh?

Oh, you know it.

- (SIGHS)
- ARLAND: Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

Raoul tends to get on terms
with new blood rather quickly.

He... he might just know
where our Bryce has pitched his tent.

All right, here. Write down your address,
and your phone number.

I'll get in touch
if I find out anything, all right?

I'm grateful for your attention, Detective.

Yeah.

I know in the scale of your labors
my loss is inconsequential,

but as I seem to be retired
from the writing biz,

I don't expect
to be winning more awards and...

I would be pleased to get this one back.

I... I liked that one book you wrote
about those cops.

Did you?

Yeah, I can read and everything.

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- Hey, yo, Officer Licalsi.
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Got that thing we talked about?

You want a rundown on a license plate,
you better satisfy me.

RICHIE: It's nothin' heavy.

Do better than that,
or I'm gonna walk away right now.

- You look like you might.
- Yeah, I will.

It'd be like this, Officer.
A bookmaker in our sphere of influence

might deal with an individual
who frequents a certain bar,

establishes credit there
with the bookmaker

to bet on various sporting events.

The bookmaker has no home phone
or address on this man.

Maybe not even his right name.

Say this individual suffers some bad luck.

Instead of paying off his debts,
or making arrangements like a citizen,

he disappears.

Circumstance like that, we have
to maintain the bookmaker's credibility.

Put our finger on this man,
so he makes good.

Doing what to him?

I wouldn't let my imagination
run away with me.

Nobody collects money from a corpse.

Are you satisfied, Janice?

You read the sports section, Janice?

'Cause you're on the team now.

Take care. I'll be in touch.

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Right over here.

- I'm looking for Detective Kelly.
- He's out now.

Would you like to take a seat?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Are you Rebecca Sloan?
- Yes.

I'm Detective Sipowicz.
I work with Detective Kelly.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Are you being treated okay?

Yes, everyone's been helpful.

Why don't you come with me?
We can talk in there.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ANDY: I realize
this is a bad time for you.

But the sooner we find out
everything we can,

the better our chances
of finding these people.

REBECCA: What do you wanna know?

ANDY: (SIGHS) We think
whoever did this to your family

had knowledge
of the layout of the residence.

Uh, could you help us with people
who you might have associated with,

came to your house
but you didn't know real well?

I don't know what you mean.

Uh, people whose social
or economic strata

might be different than yours.

My parents taught me
not to make that kind of distinction.

(SIGHS) Rebecca, how we work a case is...

we go by what happens in the real world.

Now, in the real world, well-to-do people
tend not to break into houses,

steal things and murder the occupants.

Can you help me
with that type of acquaintance?

My mother's social strata?

Black acquaintances, especially.

Yes, I have Black acquaintances
who don't have much money.

- ANDY: Any from the Bronx?
- What difference would that make?

(SIGHS) Several similar crimes
have occurred in the Bronx, in Riverdale.

Partial witness descriptions said
the perpetrators were Black.

I hate thinking like this.

(SIGHS)

Rebecca...

these people did terrible,
terrible things, and we need to find 'em.

I'm not here passing judgment
on you or your family,

or... or anyone you might have known.

I'm looking for something to go on.

Is there anyone that comes to mind?

(SIGHS, CLICKS TONGUE)

I went out with a guy last year.
Lewis Futrel.

(SNIFFLES)

He's from the Bronx and he's Black.

- Is that F-U-T-R-E-L?
- REBECCA: Yes.

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You and me
are definitely gonna talk later.

- JANICE: Yeah, we are.
- JOHN: I saw you meet your greaseball.

I know you did. I saw you, John.

And between now and when we talk,
why don't you think

how bad you would've jammed me up
if he saw you, too.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ANDY: Yeah, we'd be grateful
if you could come in.

No, it's, uh,
it's completely routine, Mr. Futrel.

We're just, uh, running down
certain aspects of the case.

Right. Right, just ask
for Detective Sipowicz.

They'll send you right up. Yeah.

(SIGHS) We'll keep you posted
on any developments, Miss Sloan.

Uh, where you gonna be staying?

With my cousins in Connecticut.
I don't want to live in this city anymore.

Uh, Officer Miller here
will see that you get a ride.

Listen, you take care now.

- Is that the daughter?
- ANDY: Yeah.

Andy, I'm sorry. I got... I got held up.

The daughter give us anything?

ANDY: Yeah, she dated a Black guy
who lives in the Bronx.

- He's coming in.
- You got anything working?

Yeah, I'm, uh,
I'm running down the service people.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- What's going on, John?
- Nothin'.

Don't talk to me like a jerk.

No, I'm... It's nothing, you know.

I'll... I'll start pulling my weight
on this, all right?

Yeah. That's why I asked ya.
I keep very close tabs, you know.

I figure I carry you
for another three or four years,

you're gonna start owing me.

- Detective Sipowicz.
- ANDY: Yeah.

Mr. Meyer's here to see you.

Sammy.

I got your message, Detective.

ANDY: Yeah, sit down.

You know I reached out to you, Sammy, huh?

Because us going back the way we do,
nobody knows better than me

the sense of civic duty you're packing.

I also got my sister's putz kid running
the pawn shop while I'm over here.

So, in this case,
the more haste, the less waste.

All right, I got a stolen statue, Sammy.
One of those movie Oscars.

I also got a murder
that's making demands on me.

- I don't see my relevance.
- ANDY: (SIGHS) Sammy.

whoever that statue starts out
getting pawned to,

we know sooner or later
it's gonna come around to you, huh?

In other words, you punish me
for being an expert on collectibles?

No, I punish you for buying 'em hot.

Now, Sammy,
I know you don't want us swoopin' down

on your pawn joint there, unannounced.

Doing an inventory check on your ledgers,

uh, puttin' holds on,
uh, out-of-pawn items,

damming up your cash flow...

I'm guessing, could this be an Oscar
in the category of Best Screenplay?

Circa somewhere around 1958?

Uh, you see,
you should have been a mentalist.

I've heard rustlings. Very preliminary.

Colleague didn't have the item yet,
but he'd been approached.

- He wanted to know a ballpark worth.
- Yeah, what would that be?

Twenty-five.

- Thousand?
- SAMMY: You think that's inflated?

When a matchbook John Lennon
wrote "screw you" on brings in 15?

(SIGHS) All right, Sammy,
you get me that statue,

I'll owe you a back-scratch.

I'll keep you posted.

- SAMMY: 1991 playoffs.
- Correct.

Autographed by Leetch and Messier.

I'll give you 40 dollars for it right now.

Not interested.

Hey, don't believe
those collectible prices

they quote you on the TV, miss.
That market's pumped like Holland tulips.

- Hey.
- Hi, Johnny.

What's going on, you all right?

I got transferred to the
Investigation Bureau of the DA's office.

- You're kidding me.
- You're a riding DA?

Are you okay with that?

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great.

- I've got to take a statement.
- JOHN: Okay, go ahead.

Buy you a cup of coffee later,
or somethin'.

- Okay.
- All right?

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I think maybe
I got something here, Detective.

- Let me see it. (EXHALES DEEPLY)
- That maid at the victim's house,

- Renee Pendergast.
- Yeah, no, she's clean.

I did this name check myself.

Yeah, she's got no record, but she's on
two different stop-and-frisk reports,

and she was questioned twice
during drug sweeps.

- Flying James.
- Yeah, I thought that might be somethin'.

My name is Lewis Futrel.

I'm an architecture student
at Hunter College.

I live on 147th Street in the Bronx.

- Forgot your rank and serial number.
- LEWIS: Black man dating a white woman.

I guess that does make me
an automatic murder suspect.

Right now, Mr. Futrel,
I consider you a model citizen.

Which is why I was hoping
that you might help us out.

Two nights ago, I was up
until three o'clock in the morning,

studying for a test.

- I have witnesses.
- I'll need those names.

And, uh, assuming I get them...

you're not a suspect in these murders.

Now, what I'm
most interested in finding out is, uh,

did you discuss with any of your friends
your relationship with Rebecca?

Her lifestyle, what her place looked like?

Any of that come up
when you talked with any of your friends?

Oh, I get it. I may not be a criminal,

but you get enough niggas together,
and some of them must be.

Mr. Futrel, Rebecca said
one of the reasons she broke up with you

was you hung with kind of a rough crowd.

So, I go to the criminal niggas.

Say, "Guess what,
I'm boning this rich, white girl.

"Let me tell you where she lives,
where her mama hides her jewelry."

That the scenario you envisioned,
Detective Sipowicz?

Mr. Futrel,
have I been disrespectful to you?

This is disrespectful.
Me being here is disrespectful!

Hey, pal.

You know,
I'm trying to find some assholes

before they murder
another innocent family.

It so happens these particular assholes
happen to be Black.

Now, how do you want me
to go about this, huh?

Maybe I should start each question
with, uh, you know,

I'm sorry
for the injustices the white man

has inflicted upon your race,
but can you provide me

with any information, hmm?

Or, I'm sorry your people
are downtrodden for 300 years,

but did you discuss
the layout of the Sloan house

with any of your friends?

Yeah, do it like that.

Yeah? Okay, all right.

You know, I know that great...

The African American
George Washington Carver,

discovered the peanut,

but can you provide names,
and addresses of these friends?

You know, you're a racist scumbag.

Ouch.

I need names of Black friends
who might have shown

special interest,
or visited Rebecca's home with you.

I need a pen.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Do you want a beer?
- JOHN: Uh, no.

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Look,

this following you around thing, okay,

it's because I'm worried about you,
and you haven't been telling me

what's going on?
And I told you why I wouldn't.

Johnny, I need you to love me, okay?
It's up to me to take care of myself...

Okay, let's stop
with the word games, okay?

Janice, you are kidding yourself.

You lie down with a scumbag like Linardi,
and a liar like Lastarza...

You don't know what I'm doing.
I'm working on an assignment.

I know what you're doing.
You're trying to get clean

by doing something dirty,
and that doesn't work.

Meanwhile, they are leading you
around town by your nose.

- Johnny, do not do this.
- I know how this works.

- JANICE: I do, too.
- Okay, you're in too deep.

I know exactly where I am.
And you talking to me like I'm an idiot

- does not help things.
- Who else is gonna tell you the truth?

The truth?
The truth is that this is my life.

- Mine.
- You can't have it both ways. Not with me.

We can't make a life together,
and then you go your own way.

This is the only way we can have a life.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

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I was in trouble once
for stolen credit cards.

That was three years ago.

How long you known Lewis Futrel, Lonnie?

- We grew up on the same block.
- ANDY: You still tight with him now?

Nah, I'm not too tight.

Look, you wanna ask me
about that family was

murdered downtown,
Lewis was datin' the daughter?

Uh-huh.

I ain't had nothing to do with that.

I ain't never broken in,
and I ain't never done no violence.

Was in trouble three years ago.

Stolen credit cards.

Point of information. Can you verify
your whereabouts two nights ago?

Yeah, I was ballin', all night.

Well, why don't you give me
the lucky lady's name?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey, Renee.
- Detective, what are you doing here?

Just want to ask you
a couple of follow-up questions.

You remember Officer Martinez?

Will it take long?

- I have to get to a job interview.
- Nah, this won't take long.

- Come on over and join us.
- Well, can I just answer the questions?

- JOHN: Come on.
- I have to get to the interview.

Are you a junkie, Renee?

Huh? If I were to check your arms

- would I find tracks? No?
- No.

If I took you down to the station,
let the policewoman take a look at you?

Under your tongue,
inside your thighs, nothin', huh?

- What's this about?
- JOHN: Well...

You were questioned twice
in the last six months

during our drug sweeps.
You're on file with us.

I didn't have anything to do
with what happened to those people.

You also never told me you used,
so what else didn't you tell me?

I would never do anything
to hurt the Sloans.

Mm-hmm, you ever have drugs
delivered to the house?

- No.
- JOHN: No?

Renee, we're not talking about
some walk-away possession bit here.

We're talking about accessory to murder.

I didn't have anything to do with it.

- Those people were good to me.
- Did you ever have drugs

delivered to the house?

Twice.

Twice, when I couldn't get out.

- Dealer get in, take a look around?
- Just the kitchen.

- JOHN: Mm-hmm.
- RENEE: The back entrance and the kitchen.

RENEE: But he couldn't have done this.

- You gave him the floor plan?
- He's not a violent person.

Is that what happened?
You gave him the floor plan, right?

That what happened?

His name's Kenny Prins.

Okay. You gonna help me with this?

Yeah.

Good. Come on.

That's him.

OFFICER: It's the guy in the dark coat,

and the khaki pants,
coming across the street.

JOHN: Get her down! Get her down!

Get your head down. Stay down.

Hey, police. Are you Kenny Prins?

JOHN: Hey. Hey, hey, hey!

- What are you doing? What do you want?
- JAMES: Hey.

- Hey, relax. Relax.
- No, no.

You got nothing on me, I'm clean.

Danny, if you had anything to do

- with killing those people...
- Shut her up!

- I hope you burn in hell!
- JAMES: What'd I just say to you?

We are not gonna do three acts of opera.
You understand me? Let's go. Come on.

- KENNY: I want a lawyer.
- JOHN: You're gonna get it downtown.

- I want a lawyer.
- I can't give it to you here.

- Get in...
- You stupid bitch!

- JOHN: Shut up and get in the car!
- JAMES: Get in the car!

We'll get you a lawyer downtown.

You want your lawyer
wrapped around you, Kenny?

You don't want to talk to us?

That's fine,
but I want you to listen to me.

Because you're about
to turn a walk into 25 years,

okay?

We are about to pop these guys who did
the break-in and murdered these people.

Half a day, tops.
Now, we know you moved dope to the maid.

We know you accessed the house.
But if we find out from these guys

that you sold the layout,
and described the alarm system,

when you could've helped us out,
you just bought accessory to murder.

Twenty-five years, Kenny.

On the other hand, you do the right thing,

and you tell us
who you sold the layout to,

I'll have a DA come in here,

cut you a deal, you're back
on the street, back in business.

You wanna think about it, you wanna
discuss it with your guy, that's fine.

Take your time, but not too much, Kenny.

Because God forbid these scumbags
are out there doing another job.

God forbid this happens again,
before we can snatch 'em up, Kenny.

'Cause then it will be on you.

LAURA: He has no priors
for this type of crime.

The arresting officer's satisfied
that he wasn't involved

in the violence and break-in itself.

Claims he knows their current whereabouts.

I'd go for it. Okay.

Assuming your client provides
productive information,

he'd be considered a witness
rather than a perpetrator.

(CLICKS TONGUE) And this can't be
an address out of a phone book, Counselor.

- He's got to finger these guys.
- I understand.

What about the other charges?

We'd also decline
on the misdemeanor possession charge,

and failure to appear.

Sounds like a plan.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

15th Precinct, Officer Licalsi.

OFFICER: Okay, well,
what do you want me to do?

Corner. A and Tenth.

Green four-door.

Do you know the model?

Ford.

Any idea of the year?
Uh, no, no, that's okay.

Um, injuries?

(GROANS) Did you get
a license plate by any chance?

- S-Z-U-7-6-6.
- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay, hold on. I'm going to get
somebody over there, okay?

- (SIGHS) 15-base to Central K?
- OFFICER OVER RADIO: Go ahead, 15-base.

Uh, we need a fire unit,
ambulance and additional sector cars

to respond to Avenue A and Tenth.
Car explosion, K.

OFFICER OVER RADIO: Ten-four,
15-base. Units are on their way.

- LUCAS: What do we got?
- A... a car explosion, one fatality.

Um, that's the, uh, report.
I... I, uh, I made the notifications.

- Thanks.
- Uh, I'm gonna take

a couple hours loss time.

- What's going on?
- I don't feel so good.

- ANDY: Sammy, I can't hardly hear ya.
- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Well, ask the guy to stop
squawking the saxophone.

Huh? Oh, that's great.
That's great, Sammy.

Where's he supposed to meet?

All right, is the kid gonna
have the statue with him?

No, tell your buddy not to hang-up
on having him bring the statue.

Just tell him to set the meet. Yeah.

We'll send someone over there to,
uh, to grab the kid up.

Right. Okay.
You're a prince, Sammy, yeah. Huh?

You could go as high as 60
for the Rangers' pennant.

Okay, yeah.
I'll pass that along for ya. Right.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- Andy. We're in business.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

KENNY: First floor, up front, right side.

- JOHN: ESU cops are in position.
- Let's go.

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Police!

OFFICER: Be with you right away.

Police! You come out
with your hands on top of your head!

MALE VOICE: Please,
I'm completing my business.

- You Coleman?
- Rajib.

Oh, man. What have you been eating?
Some kind of wild game?

- ANDY: Hey!
- I thought that was the apartment.

I must have been under
the weather when I was here.

Not good enough, Kenny.

What am I supposed to do?
Knock on every door in the building?

- I want you to call 'em.
- Oh, and ask which apartment they live in?

And then 20 seconds later,
14 cops bash down the door?

Don't you think they might
possibly connect the two?

Yeah, I want to warn them
that the cops are on the way,

and they need to get out
of the apartment. Let's go.

Look, I... I fingered these guys for you.
I went out on a limb. Why can't you...

- Dial the phone, Kenny!
- All right.

- All right.
- (PHONE BEEPS)

Clarence, it's Kenny.

You guys better book, man.
The cops are on their way.

I... I didn't say anything.

I took a bus,
and they found your address in my crib.

Clarence... (SIGHS)
You guys better get going.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Happy?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

OFFICER 1: Put 'em
on the table here for me.

- MALE VOICE 1: Same old...
- JAMES: Relax, I'll do the rolling.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

MALE VOICE 2: Easy, man.

OFFICER 2: Yeah.
Hey, you, step over here, please.

Nice going, guys.

Booked their Bronx squad.
They're on their way down.

- How tight's the package on our case?
- Real strong.

Found the murder weapon and a bunch
of stolen property in their apartment.

New DA thinks we're all right?

She thinks we're all right.

Hey, Andy, we picked up
your Oscar suspect. He's in Interview One.

Thanks, Medavoy.

- You would be Bryce?
- BRYCE: Yes, sir.

I'm Detective Sipowicz.

You know, this is not
where I planned to be today.

This is not where I planned to be ever.

Yeah, well, life's full
of little surprises. Huh, Bryce?

Yeah, this is all new to me and well...

Actually, I'm a little scared, okay?

Yeah, well, I understand.

But I plan to deal with it.
I mean, I... I intend to cooperate.

That's a very positive answer, Bryce.

So, I'm going to ask you
a straightforward question.

Did you steal Arland Rickman's Oscar?

Could you take
these handcuffs off, please?

Well, let's see how this goes, first.
Huh? How about that Oscar?

Well, what happened was,

I got off the bus
at the port authority terminal on 40th.

I went straight to Louise's Grill,
which is well-known, famous actually.

I ordered a Kamikaze.

- Who do you think paid for it?
- I don't know.

My first cocktail in New York City,
Arland Rickman.

I mean, it was unbelievably vivid.

- Was it?
- Yeah!

I was totally energized
by the environment.

This is an incredibly vivid city.

I went home with Mr. Rickman.
You know about the sex?

- I'm not interested.
- He was real generous.

Helping me out.
He gave me some very good advice.

Money?

- Yeah, money and advice.
- Then you robbed him.

Well, actually, it didn't seem like that.

It almost seemed like
he wanted it to happen.

I mean, he was so drunk,
and he was showing me the Oscar.

- And then he passed out.
- ANDY: You didn't beat him up?

No! No, he was all bruised up
like that when I met him.

You know what I think?

I think he's
a very lonely person at heart,

despite all the success and fame.

Bryce... (CLEARS THROAT)
...I think you got a shot

at avoiding a trip to New York City's
famous Riker's Island prison.

Which is a... a very vivid place indeed.

But you gotta give me the right answer
to the next question here.

The Oscar's in a locker in Penn Station.
Key is in my pocket.

It's in a Dean and DeLuca tote bag,
along with a pair of his socks.

Whose socks?

Arland Rickman's socks. (CHUCKLES)

Thank you.

Yeah.

These birds are boycottin' me.
I'm throwing away all this good seed.

I wanna know what happened
to Joey O'Brien. You remember him?

Yeah, Joey O'Brien. His car got blown up.

Yeah, with him in it.
I wanna know what happened.

I think the question
that you're asking, Officer Licalsi,

is did we do it?
The answer is, we did not.

You gonna cross your heart
or spit or something?

RICHIE: Officer,
you got credit cards, right?

Two, three, four, whatever you got.

Would you imagine using up
all your credit on just one card?

Your VISA, say?

No. If you were financially irresponsible,
desperate, whatever,

you burn 'em all out to the limit.

Now, that's what Joey O'Brien did.

And what's obvious is
some less patient and reasonable people

got to him before we did.

- It wasn't you?
- It wasn't us.

Your conscience clear now?

Tommy said to tell you
thanks for the license plate.

He's looking forward to meetin'.

Take care. I'll be in touch soon.

Don't get cancer, Richie.

(PHONE RINGING)

OFFICER: Here you go.

LEWIS: Hey, Detective Sipowicz.

You know, it's all on the radio

how arrests were made
on all those murders.

Come in to congratulate us, Mr. Futrel?

I guess somebody was doing
some real detective work

while you stayed busy
harassing me and my friends.

I'm sorry you took it that way.

Hey, I wanna hear you say
you harassed me.

I wanna hear you say
that me and my friends are not suspects.

Which Detective Andrew Sipowicz
might find it hard to believe

since he thinks we're all
a bunch of lowlife niggas!

ANDY: All right, Lewis, you made
your little speech. You're done now.

No, I'm done when I say I'm done!

I'm telling you, you're done.

I wanna hear about
George Washington Carver again,

you ignorant cracker bigot.

Excuse me, what's your business here?

ANDY: This is Mr. Futrel, Lieutenant.

He was questioned
on that Sloan matter. He was cleared.

So, your business here is finished?

LEWIS: You know, I'd love to take it
with you one on one sometime, you know.

When you don't have your gun,
and your fire hose and your badge.

- Let me give you my card, huh?
- ARTHUR: Sipowicz.

Thank you for your cooperation,
Mr. Futrel. You can leave now.

They lettin' you work
in the big house now, boy?

- What door you come in?
- You can leave now, Mr. Futrel.

- ARTHUR: You busy tonight?
- I got no big plans.

Detective Sipowicz,
I... I got your message you found it.

Y... you did, didn't you?

- Uh, yeah, yeah. Come on.
- Oh, thank you.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SIREN BLARING)

Here you go.

ARLAND: Wonderful.

Well, I am very grateful.

We got that kid in the holding pen.
How do you want to handle that?

- Oh...
- (PHONE RINGING)

...well, I'm not inclined
to press charges. There's...

- No harm done, as we say, huh?
- All right, well, suit yourself.

D... Detective, could you abide a gesture
of gratitude from an old queen?

That depends on the gesture.

Here is the book of mine
you said you had enjoyed and...

Well, I signed it for you.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You know, bet, uh... (EXHALES DEEPLY)
...when you wrote this

you weren't hanging out
at bars midmorning,

picking up douche bags
like this Bryce character

who'd rob your medals, huh?

No, my work habits
were more rigorous. Yes.

Anything keeping you
from getting rigorous again?

Oh, only a deteriorating
physical condition.

Plus the general rout of my faculties.

And a pervasive sense of despair.

In other words, uh, you're getting old.

Oh, well, I suppose
it doesn't make me unique.

Hey, take a shot, huh?
I'll bet you can still do it.

Well, I get my Oscar back,
and a lecture on free will.

That's why this is
a great police department.

(CHUCKLES)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thanks for the book.

- Hey, John.
- Hey.

You still eligible for conversation?

(SNIFFS) Yeah, sure.

I'm in... I'm involved
with that uniform, Licalsi.

Whoa, there's a bolt from the blue.

(CHUCKLES)

And, uh, anyway, she's, uh,

she's involved in this
kind of complicated situation,

and I don't want to go into
the details about it now, but...

I'm worried about her.

And she won't let me help her with it.

- So, I don't know what to do about it.
- What would you do, if she'd let you?

I don't know. I'm not sure. I mean...

- I'd step in, right?
- ANDY: And do what?

I don't know that either.

So, you definitely got
a well-thought-out plan,

she just won't let you
put it in motion, huh?

- Yeah.
- ANDY: Look, uh...

Maybe she's right, huh?
Not letting you step in.

She is so far over her head,
of course, that's my opinion.

But...

this is hard for me, man.

- You wanna take the weight for her?
- Yeah.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I don't know what to tell you, John.

(SIGHS)

When I was drinkin',
and my old lady wouldn't cooperate,

my angle was
I'd smack her around a little. (CHUCKLES)

- Probably that was the wrong approach.
- JOHN: Probably.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

- Good job today, John.
- JOHN: Hey, thanks, Lieutenant.

Hey, Lieutenant, uh,
that wasn't me who popped the maid

from the stop-and-frisk files.
That was Martinez.

He's going to be a good cop, huh?

- Yeah.
- JOHN: Good night.

- (EXHALES DEEPLY)
- (CHUCKLES, SIGHS)

- You all right?
- Yeah, go ahead. I'm fine.

Hey, thanks, man.

ANDY: You got it.

- I'll see you, John.
- Yeah.

- LAURA: Good night.
- Hey, thanks for the, uh, help today.

Yeah, I'm glad it worked out.

Hey, Laurie. (CLEARS THROAT)

Was it, uh, was it the job or not giving
you enough room that broke us up?

I don't know.

I do know that what made you
good at your job

also made it hard to be with you,
when you were home.

- Which wasn't that much, right?
- LAURA: Which wasn't that much.

Why do you ask?

No, I was, uh, I was just wondering.

Try giving her room.

- (CHUCKLES) Good night.
- JOHN: Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

How's your food?

Good.

You try the slaw?

You gettin' your jollies out of this,
Lieutenant, huh?

What do you mean?

You think I'm a racist.

You're rubbin' my nose
in it here, a little bit?

Let me tell you something, Lieutenant.

I'm entitled to my feelings
and my opinion.

So long as I do my job the right way.

Now, that investigation
on that home invasion went by the numbers.

I had a description, "four Black men."

- Andy...
- ANDY: I questioned the girl.

"Did she have any Black acquaintances?"

Because that was my suspect profile.

I gave that Futrel guy zero noise
till he got in my face.

Andy, I think you handled
the investigation properly.

- So, what am I doing here?
- ARTHUR: I thought you might enjoy a meal.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, sure.

What, you're not enjoying it?

(ANDY EXHALES DEEPLY)

- Yeah, it's all right.
- Food's okay?

Yeah, it's all right.
It's not exactly what I eat.

Well, it's not
what I usually eat, either. But...

Sometimes, it tastes good.

- ANDY: Yeah, it's okay, huh?
- So, why aren't you enjoying yourself?

Hey, Lieutenant, let me know
when you get done busting my balls.

Is it the atmosphere, Andy?

Oh, that's possible.

Something about me being
the only white guy here.

Now, why is that a problem?

Is it because you feel
this isn't your place?

And maybe some
of these people think so, too?

Maybe a few of 'em just don't like you.

Look, what's your point, Lieutenant?

You're being served aren't you, Andy?

They cooked those ribs for you.

Maybe they wanted to spit
in your plate, but they didn't.

They served your white ass,
just like they would anybody else

who came in here.

Even though some of them hate your guts.

So, why would you feel uncomfortable?

You got your meal. What difference
does it make what they're thinking?

If they don't like you,
hey, that's just an opinion.

Why should that bother you?
They're still doing their jobs.

Now, what if they had guns and badges?

My treat.

Eat.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)