All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E17 - Black Men Can Jump.sd-en

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- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

- SHARON: You got a minute, Lieutenant?
- Yeah, come on in.

I was wondering if you knew anything
about this call I got from downtown.

They want me to take
a position at OEEO.

I was called for an evaluation. I said,
I thought your work was outstanding.

- Thanks.
- So, you gonna take it?

I'm not sure, Lieutenant.

Well, It's important work.

Make sure people get
a fair shot at the job.

Make sure once they got it,
they're not harassed.

Yeah, I know, I know. I just, uh...

I just don't know
if it's the kind of cop I wanna be.

Yeah.

Anyway, uh, I guess
it's nice to be wanted.

- Let me know what you decide.
- SHARON: I will.

And thanks for the good references.

Excuse me.
You from building maintenance?

Yeah, I'm checking the specs on these
work orders before they go out for bids.

You wanna make sure
the place is falling down?

Believe me, it's falling down.
When can we expect the repairs?

(CLICKS TONGUE) I just report
on the specs, Lieutenant.

- Good. Will you be doing that today?
- I should be able to, yeah.

Hey, the shower
in the men's locker's on the fritz.

- I got no report on it.
- (PHONE RINGING)

- (EXHALES DEEPLY)
- DONNA: 15th Detective Squad.

The pipes are blocked. Guys are bringing
in their own drain cleaner.

- Detective Kelly, line one.
- ANDY: Somebody put some, uh,

- chemical reamer in there...
- JOHN: Yeah?

...last night, and a quart of some
incompatible stuff got added this morning.

The gas fumes are like
a World War I battlefield.

- JOHN: Where's the location?
- Yeah, it sounds bad. (CLICKS TONGUE)

- What?
- I said it sounds bad.

Well, does it sound bad enough
for you to do something about it?

COLLINS: I'm here checking
work orders, Detective.

Okay, got it. Andy, we got a shooting,
Avenue C and Fourth.

- Greg, we got one.
- GREG: Right, John.

- (SIRENS BLARING)
- Sharon, we got a shooting.

Real nose-to-the-grindstone
type, aren't you, pal, huh?

Real problem-solvin' machine. Yeah,
press hard on your little work order pad.

Make sure that, uh, copy number 27
doesn't come out faint.

- Oh, this'll really speed things up.
- (SIGHS)

What? You think I'm, uh,
stallin' progress here, John?

These guys they work
in multiples of several years.

Anyways, a plugged shower
falls under custodial services.

You pencil-pushin' hump!

- (SIRENS BLARING)
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- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
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OFFICER: You can't come
through here. We gotta keep you back.

- Where's the ambulance?
- JANICE: Fifteen-minute delay.

- This kid's in bad shape.
- JOHN: All right, son.

Ambulance is on the way, okay?
Hang in there. You hear me?

- You're gonna be okay.
- Daddy? I got shot, Daddy.

- Your shirt's still in the dryer.
- JOHN: The ambulance is on the way.

You hold on now. You understand?
You're gonna be okay. Hang in there.

I think we should take him ourselves.
I think he's going.

Uh, let me pull the car up.

- JOHN: Take it easy.
- He is just child.

- I know this kid.
- OFFICER: Yes, sir.

MALE VOICE: He's a good kid.

His name is George Butler.
He's a neighborhood kid.

George, listen to me.
You're gonna be okay.

- That's my boy.
- GEORGE: Daddy...

- JOHN: Mr. Butler? Mr. Butler.
- That's my son. George!

George! George!
George, George, George!

JOHN: You gotta give our guys
a chance, Mr. Butler.

- (SOBS)
- JOHN: It's gonna be okay, Mr. Butler.

Give 'em a chance.
Give our guys a chance.

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- That's my son.
- Give us a chance.

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- Uh, Detective Sipowicz.
- How's it goin', Mr. Bucci?

- I need to talk to you.
- Just a second. Sit down here.

Let's get Mr. Butler set up
in Interview one.

I'll run this by Fancy.
I'll be right back. Okay?

John. I got Mr. Bucci in over there.

Okay, no problem.
Anything new on his daughter?

- Nothin' that I know about.
- Okay.

Lieutenant... (CLEARS THROAT)
...uh, shooting victim

is a 13-year-old male Black.

Uh, Sharon's got his father
inside right now.

- He didn't see anything.
- Did anybody?

Martinez and Medavoy are doing
the canvass. So far, nothing.

15th Detective Squad.

Father said
he was doing the family laundry,

and that he had a boom box,
which is now gone.

Lieutenant, your wife's on line three.

- You better get back with the father.
- Oh, okay.

For about six months now,
this fella by the name of Dick Corday

has been looking after Jenny's case.

- ANDY: Uh-huh.
- He's a good man, this Corday.

He's dogged, you know. Real dogged.

- You heard of him?
- No.

Mr. Bucci, I gave you all those names
of good private investigators.

See, he had these made up.
See that? Color printing.

It's easy for people to recognize somebody

because we're used
to seeing people in color.

Color of their hair,
color of their eyes, their skin tone.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Which could mean
the difference between somebody

thinking they may have seen Jenny,
and someone knowing that they did see her.

Especially after two-and-a-half-years.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Anything on your end?

Every month I put the, uh,
missing persons alert out again.

Every time there's an arrest
with a similar MO

anywheres in the country,
I contact the cops on the case.

Nothing's turned up.

Well, I'll, uh, get you a 1,000 more
of those color flyers.

The photo's been touched up
to show how she'd look now, you know?

I'll see to it they get sent out.

Detective, I gotta tell you something.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) And the PI Corday,

he made me promise
not to say anything,

but hell you work this case too.
I know that.

You kinda kept care of me
those few months after Jenny disappeared.

Mr. Bucci, what do you wanna tell me?

DONNA: I'm sorry. He's still in a meeting.

I'm not telling you this
as a cop, you understand?

He asked me not to say anything, but...

we're getting close to her.

I... I can't say about the details now.

An article of clothing is involved,

and... and there's some other
supporting evidence,

I... I which I can't say about.

- Which this PI's developed.
- Yeah. That's right. That's right.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Detective,
I think we're gonna get her back.

(SIREN BLARING)

CALVIN: I won't have
my boy buried in this city.

I won't have my boy buried in this state.

This place didn't deserve him
when he was alive.

They ain't gonna get him dead.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Mr. Butler,
do you have other family?

My boy lost his mother...

to drugs, to the street,
whatever you want to call it

when he was six. He uh...
Seven years back. Long time ago.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

My sister lives with us now.
She waitin' for me at home.

Did he have any enemies,
somebody he didn't get along with?

CALVIN: No.

Listen. Do you know how many guns
there are in that neighborhood?

How many kids got guns?

We understand about the guns, Mr. Butler.

There was no one specific
that George didn't get along with?

Nobody. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

We did everything together.
I supervised his homework.

We worked out at the Y together.
We talked.

If anything like that had been happenin',

George would have told me,

and if he hadn't told me,
I'd have known anyway.

Did George ever have any trouble
with the police?

No. No. I did.

(CLICKS TONGUE) I got
into some drugs and I stole a car.

I was only 18, and then I did two years,

but...
(SNIFFLES, CLICKS TONGUE) ...I was lucky.

I learned something from it.

And I saw to it that George did too.

He was takin' all the right roads.

Did he have a best friend?

Me. I was his best friend.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I can give you the names
of some other kids he saw.

Yeah.

He didn't...

have a girlfriend yet.
He was starting to get interested.

Mr. Butler?

I'm Arthur Fancy. My wife just called me.

She said your sister's a friend of hers
from the youth program at Saint Francis.

Okay. You know what?
Let's start running down these names.

Mr. Butler...

if you think of anything
that might help us,

you got the card, okay?

You call. Anytime.

(SIREN BLARING)

I'm sorry for your loss.

This city is empty.

(SIGHS) The buildings...

the people, the cars.

You gotta take things
a minute at a time now.

I was only strong for my boy.

I can't get my mind off
of who did this to him.

We'll take care of that part.

We'll find who did this.
Believe me, we will.

Your job is to take care of yourself.

You better find out.

That's all I got to say.
You better find who did this.

Hey, hey. John, I'm gonna have to put
some more time on this Bucci thing.

How's that goin'?

Uh, the father thinks there's a big break.
This PI, he's hired is onto somethin'.

- Any chance of that?
- I don't know.

You know, people win the lottery.
I just never met any of 'em.

I'm gonna see this,
uh, private investigator,

and offer him
the department's full cooperation.

- Talk later.
- ANDY: Yeah.

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

On your four to 12 tour,
would you, uh, request special attention

- on this Butler shooting?
- Will do, Detective.

Detective LaSalle.

Hmm?

Talk to you for a minute?

- Sure.
- Um...

I know that before you came here
you worked special victims...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...and that's really what I want to do.

I talked to the people over there,
but I haven't heard anything yet.

And I... I don't know how things work,
but would it be out of line

for me to ask you
to check on my application?

No. I know some people
I can reach out to there.

- Detective LaSalle?
- SHARON: Yeah?

This girl says she has somethin'
on the Butler homicide.

Uh, I'll look into it.

See if there's anything
I can help you out with.

- Yeah, great. I appreciate it, Detective.
- Hi, I'm Detective LaSalle.

- Hi.
- We'll go upstairs,

and we'll talk up there.

- (SIRENS BLARING)
- How you gonna help us, Tashana?

I know one of them that was there
when Butler got shot.

- You saw the shooting?
- No, but this guy was talkin' about it.

- To you?
- TASHANA: No, to my girlfriend.

The guy doin' the talkin',
what's his name?

Um, don't y'all have some type of fund
that y'all give to people

who help y'all... help y'all get it done?

We got a fund, yeah.

Well, um, see, with my baby comin',

um, I'mma need some money
to get some diapers and play stuff.

How much you gonna need
for diapers and play stuff?

Um,

Five hundred. Five hundred oughta do it.

See, I'm not tryin' to make no money off
of George gettin' shot.

It's just that I need somethin' too.
You know what I'm sayin'?

Okay, Tashana, but this can't be
a could be, would be, or maybe.

We need a name and address,
and if this guy is right for the murder,

you get your 500.

Okay.

His street name is C Dawg,
but his real name is Thomas Lennox.

He live at Jefferson Projects
on 113th Street,

and the other two guys,
one of them is called Prince,

and I don't know the other one's name.

But C Dawg, he was there
when the whole thing went down,

when that boy got killed.

- He told your girlfriend that?
- Yeah, 'cause he don't talk to me,

'cause he screwed me, gave me this kid.

C Dawg don't talk to me,

'cause now he goin'
with my girlfriend, Kendra.

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- (KNOCKS ON DOOR)
- RICHARD: Come in.

(EXCLAIMS) Come on in, Detective.

You're working for Dominic Bucci
regarding his daughter's disappearance?

That's information he communicated to you?

- Correct.
- Then I'll, uh, I'll confirm it.

ANDY: Please. (SNIFFS)

Why don't you fill me in
on the status of the case?

(RICHARD EXHALES DEEPLY)

Not unless Mr. Bucci authorizes me
to discuss those particulars.

Hey, me and you, we both want to find
Mr. Bucci's missing daughter, don't we?

I have devoted a good part
of the last six months

to bringing that about.

So, let's not snag our pants
on your sharp ethics here, all right?

Why don't you just
show me where you're at?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
A lot of this is, uh, raw data.

I don't know how you work, Sipowicz,

but me, I like to keep most
of an active investigation in my head.

All right, let me see the paper.
We'll look in your head later.

Just so you know,
not everything's in here.

Yeah.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I see you took three trips to Florida.

Hmm, possible sightings.

They, uh, they didn't prove out.

Hey, who's this, uh,
who's this Carolyn Case?

Oh, a woman who has been very successful
finding lost objects and people.

And how does she do that?

She's worked with
a lot of police departments.

Are we talkin' about the type of person

that closes her eyes,
and, uh, rolls her head around

like Whoopi Goldberg,
sayin' stuff like, uh,

"I'm gettin' a vision of water," huh?

Are we talkin' about
a psychic here, PI Corday?

She has also worked with the
Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.

Is she the one that green-lighted

that, uh, that raid down
in Waco, Texas, there?

- RICHARD: Hmm.
- But that was near water, wasn't it?

I mean, they had a big tank
in their compound.

You wanna make light of this?
Practice your ridicule?

Please. Call Mr. Bucci.

I don't think he'd be real amused.

He happens to be very impressed
with this woman. So am I.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Mr. Bucci said something about,

uh, finding a piece
of his daughter's clothing,

- maybe a sighting of Jenny.
- Look. I... I'm not going to discuss

those aspects of the case
with you, Detective.

If you got a piece
of that girl's clothing, I wanna see it.

Look. Uh, I am having it
analyzed at a laboratory.

But once I've ascertained its legitimacy,
I will involve the proper authorities.

Yeah? Well, while you're,
uh, ascertaining on that,

why don't you tell me where I can find
this... this psychic woman,

so I can ascertain on her.

- I'm gonna tell you why you're here.
- Somebody tellin' lies is why I'm in here.

You got a choice, Thomas.
You can ask for your lawyer,

and I'll put you in a cell,
or you can shut up and listen.

What's it gonna be?

Go ahead. Talk.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Thomas...

where you're at, right here, right now,

is the best place you're gonna be
in for a long time.

You're in a position to help yourself.

You got nice legs.
Be all right if I look up your dress?

What's your street name?

C Dawg.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, C Dawg,
you must be some kind of moron,

because I'm tryin' to help you,

and you go and say somethin'
to piss me off.

What were you gonna say
before you got pissed off?

You past your 16th birthday now, Thomas.

You're not goin' into Spofford this time.
You're goin' to Rikers.

You heard about it.
Now, you're gonna see it.

Welcome to the big leagues.

We have witnesses put you at this murder.

And that means
whether you pulled the trigger or not,

you're goin' away for murder.
That's 25 years.

Nine years more than you've been alive.

- I didn't do no murder.
- Maybe you can help yourself.

Because the major weight's gonna fall
on who pulled the trigger.

If you didn't do that,

you're gonna have to give up a name,
and you're gonna have to do it now.

If you did pull the trigger...
Well, then maybe you better shut up,

and call your lawyer. You wanna do that?

I told you I didn't do no murder!

- I don't have a gun yet.
- Who had the gun?

Your buddy Prince, or this other guy?

Prince or maybe Shabazz. I don't know.

I was down the street,
I heard the shot, and I booked.

This Shabazz, where can we find him?

He a friend of Prince's from downtown.
I don't know where he lives.

We wanted the kid's radio was all.

I was a block away
when that kid got capped.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIREN BLARING)

(PRINCE BREATHES DEEPLY)

They call you Prince, huh?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Right, Prince.

Uh-huh, well, Prince,

we got you and C Dawg for murder,
did you know that?

No, man! No, no! No way! Uh-uh.

You know the law?

You don't actually
have to pull the trigger.

All you have to do
is be standin' there to collect 25 years.

- They call it acting in concert.
- (CLICKS TONGUE)

Now, I got you, I got your friend,

and I'm gonna get the other guy,
and if I don't get any help from you,

I got no reason to give you any slack
on that, you understand?

Even if I find out
you didn't shoot the kid,

you don't help me, I don't help you.

Why would you help me?

Because you're in a position to save me
some time and trouble, that's all.

(DOOR OPENING)

Kid's name is Shabazz.

They went to West Virginia together.
(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

Okay.

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

JOHN: The train's pullin' out, Prince.

We got Shabazz's name, and we know
about your little trip to West Virginia.

- Hey. Wait a minute. She... Hold up!
- (SIRENS BLARING)

I still know some stuff I could tell you.

You better tell me now, then,
because if you lie,

I'm gonna lock you down,
and we're gonna do this the hard way.

Do you understand?

Me and Shabazz
went to West Virginia to get guns.

We sold three eight-balls of crack,
we got a .38, two .9s,

a .44 Desert Eagle automatic.

- What happened to those guns?
- Shabazz sold 'em.

Except for the .44.

Kept that for himself,
used it on George Butler, huh?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Who's that?

(CHUCKLES)
That's the kid with the radio.

Yeah, he used it on him.

Why? You already had the radio.

He wanted to. (SIGHS) I guess.

JOHN: Yeah. Okay.

I'm gonna need a real name on Shabazz,
and an address right now.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Shabazz Hamilton.

He's at 559, West 11th Street.

Number 418.

- Pick him up.
- JOHN: Yeah.

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Would you be careful
when you set it down, please?

- Oh, no.
- MALE VOICE: Hey, move it!

- Oh, no.
- Oh, great.

(SIREN BLARES)

- (CAR HONKING)
- What happened?

It's probably damaged.
We're gonna look at it now.

(CAR HONKING)

Johnny, can I get some advice from you?

Sure.

They offered me a job at the
Office of Equal Employment Opportunity.

Is that right?

Upside is there's probably a promotion
to first-grade detective.

Downside is I don't know
if I'd like that kind of job, you know?

Yeah. Well, I don't know.

That racial and sexual harassment's
important stuff, though.

- I know
- JOHN: Yeah.

I know. I just don't know if it's me.

What's a first grade bump?
Seven grand?

Seventy-five hundred,
and we could really use that money.

Plus no more shift work.

Yeah, definitely be more regular
for the boys.

- (CAR HONKING)
- MALE VOICE: Come on, buddy!

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

You know, when we came on that kid
dying on the street yesterday,

all I could think about was Danny.

- Mm-hmm.
- Seein' him lyin' there.

- Yeah.
- (CAR HONKING)

- I keep thinkin' about that.
- Yeah.

MALE VOICE: Ain't got all day!

SHARON: You know,
I didn't join up to be the kind of cop

they're offerin' me to be,
but Johnny I'm not the same.

I'm not the same person
I was when I joined up.

- I know.
- MALE VOICE: Let's move it!

- I know.
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- (SIREN BLARING)
- Here we go. Come on.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Shabazz inside?
- Guy outside says he saw him

go in about an hour ago.
He hasn't come out yet.

Can we secure the roof
for him on the way up?

We got a couple guys up there now.

No warrant. Gotta get him to open up.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- SHABAZZ: Yeah, what's up? Who is it?

- Anybody order a paid package?
- (LOCK CLICKS)

- JAMES: Police!
- (OFFICERS CLAMOR)

- JAMES: Police! Police!
- Get off me, man!

- JOHN: You Shabazz Hamilton?
- Yeah, I'm Shabazz.

- Man, what the hell do you want from...
- JOHN: Shut up!

- You're under arrest.
- I didn't do nothin', man!

- GREG: All clear in there, right?
- SHARON: Yeah, clear.

Look what I found in the bedroom.

Yeah, but you got
a search warrant for that man?

- It was in plain sight.
- It was under the mattress, man!

- Maybe it slipped out.
- (SHABAZZ GRUNTS)

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(SIREN BLARING)

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JOHN: Sha-bazz.

Shabazz, C Dawg and Prince
tell me that you shot this kid.

And the gun we found in your apartment.

Ballistics is gonna tell me
it was the one used on George Butler,

and that it's got your prints
all over it, aren't they?

I got you.

I got nothin' to say, man.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Good. Good.
I want you to shut up.

Know why?

When you go to trial for this murder,
then you'll get the full 25.

And after that,
you'll start your federal bit

for transporting weapons
across state lines,

and it's my guess
that the state will take you back

on the felony sale for the guns

that you and nitwit number one
picked up in West Virginia.

Look. You prove I did the crime,
I'll do the time. Hear me?

Yo, can I go to my cell now?

Yeah, you can go to your cell,
you little prick.

You are gonna bounce around this system

like a little rubber ball
for the rest of your life.

Detective Kelly, would, uh...

Would you mind if I had a moment,
or two alone with Shabazz here?

If you wanna waste your time
with this asshole, that's up to you.

I have a report to start.

Have a nice life, Shabazz.

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

I'm not gonna lie to you, Shabazz.
You're in a lot of trouble.

But it doesn't have to be the way
my partner there said.

You're a young guy,
and the way the world is,

well, you know how easy it is
to make mistakes.

Judges and courts, they know that too.

Yeah, well, your partner's an asshole.

(CHUCKLES) Detective Kelly just uh...
He just thinks that you're tryin'

to get over on him,
you know, make his job harder.

But he gives me no respect, man! Zero!

Hey, I'm not saying he's right.
I'm not saying he's right.

Just that's the way he sees it, you know?

(SIGHS) The fact is,
you could really help us out here.

And, uh, if you did that,
I know I could get him

to lighten up a ton.

What about them other charges
he was talkin' about?

You tell us what went on outside
that laundromat, Shabazz,

and we all go home early.

Those firearms charges,
possession and illegal sale,

it's penny-ante stuff.

The... the system doesn't have time
or money for that.

Want a cup of coffee?

Take a few minutes to think about it?

Why don't I get you a cup of coffee?

Yeah, okay. Coffee.

Three sugars, black.

(PHONE RINGING)

How's it goin'?

You got the blood
pumpin' through his brain.

I made him coffee, see if I can't
get him to buy into the homicide.

- Think he'll go for it?
- The gun? I don't know.

(CLICKS TONGUE) I think he might
put himself on the scene.

Thanks to you being such a prick.

(SIREN BLARING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Kelly, we got an escaped prisoner!
Come here, Shabazz!

- (GRUNTS)
- (SHARON GROANS)

- JOHN: We got an escape!
- (SHABAZZ SCREAMS)

JOHN: Hey!

JAMES: What's goin' on? What happened?

Alert downstairs and get an ambulance.

- JAMES: Okay. I got it.
- Did he get out? He get away?

- We'll get him back.
- ARTHUR: What happened?

JOHN: Yeah, he ripped the grill off
and nailed her.

- You all right, Sharon?
- SHARON: Oh, yeah. Yeah.

- JOHN: Did somebody call an ambulance?
- Yeah, just did it.

- Okay, just lay there until EMS comes.
- JOHN: Easy.

- Yeah.
- (SIREN BLARING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- It's all right.
- (GRUNTS) Damn it!

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(DOG GROWLS)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

You would be Detective Andrew Sipowicz.

You must be psychic.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Mr. Corday called,
said you were coming by. Come in.

Kinda pink in here, huh?

How can I help you, Detective?

You can tell me about
how you been helpin' Corday

in his work on the Jennifer Bucci case.

- (ANDY EXHALES DEEPLY)
- You know, Detective, I sense a strong,

skeptical energy nexus around you.

Maybe you can uh, disappear it
by telling me about

your last terrestrial contact
with Dominic Bucci.

It was a very exciting session
for both of us.

Yeah? And why was that?

He brought me an article of clothing
Mr. Corday had recovered.

Mr. Bucci remembered it
as being exactly similar

to the blouse his daughter Jenny wore
the day she disappeared.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
I got emanations off this blouse

a very strong sense from this blouse.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

And what was the upshot of the emanations?

My strong sense was that Jenny
may have worn the blouse.

I'm sure in your line of work, Detective,
you've come across many things

you haven't been able to explain.

Each of us has our own
conceptual tool kit we work with.

I've developed mine in special ways.

It might help you to try and accept that.

Where'd Corday get the clothing from?

A field associate, I believe.

For my purposes, that's irrelevant.

Can I tell you that when I was able
to make available to Mr. Bucci that

this could be Jenny's blouse,

it was a transformational experience
for both of us.

Really beautiful.

(INHALES DEEPLY) I could always sense
a withheld joy in Mr. Bucci.

That joy was gestating,

and I was so proud
to be able to facilitate its birth.

That... (INHALES DEEPLY)

...that just made me feel marvelous.
(CHUCKLES)

ANDY: Maybe it's being here in this nice,
pink environment,

but I got a... a strong,

marvelous feeling from emanations,

or whatever that... that I know
exactly what's goin' on here.

How much money you makin'
out of this, Carolyn?

My fees are confidential.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Thanks for the séance, huh?

(DOOR OPENING)

- Lieutenant?
- ARTHUR: Yeah?

I have those work orders you asked for,
and building maintenance

- is on line three for you.
- ARTHUR: Thank you.

Lieutenant Fancy. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

Yeah, I'm starin'
at three work orders here.

I just had a prisoner escape
and an officer injured

because you people
didn't get around to 'em.

Now, I want these repairs
that we've asked for

done by 12 o'clock tonight,
or I'm gonna have somebody's ass!

(TELEPHONE CLINKING)

- FEMALE VOICE: Look to the right.
- ARTHUR: We're lookin' for

- a Shabazz Hamilton.
- ANDY: How ya doin', Sharon?

- SHARON: I'm okay.
- ARTHUR: I want a workup

on every address he's given us
every time we've arrested him.

Same for every kid
we've ever busted with him.

Also, check his old arrest reports
for telephone numbers he's given us

when we've picked him up,

and get those addresses out
of the Cole's directory.

- Hiya, Mr. Butler.
- ARTHUR: Okay, that's it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Mr. Butler.
- What's goin' on here?

Um, let's go into my office.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (PHONE RINGING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Dead kid's father
must be real happy, huh?

Yeah, Fancy called him and told him
we had the perpetrator in custody.

How's Mr. Bucci?

This PI's been workin' him for six months.
He's got him set up for the blow off.

- What's the verdict? How is she?
- I'm fine.

(CLICKS TONGUE) There may be
some broken bones under the eye here.

- She ought to be checked out.
- No, I'm fine for working.

Why don't you just have it looked at?

Looks like you're gonna be
a half member of the raccoons' club.

How long is this X-ray gonna take?

Well, if you're okay, you'll be back
on the street in a half hour.

I'm not gonna try to excuse
what happened here.

You let him get away.

You let the one
who killed my son get away.

We'll pick him up.
He's got no resources, no money.

There's a limited number
of places he can go.

We'll pick him up
probably within 24 hours.

Yeah, and I'm supposed
to believe that, huh?

Well, I realize it's hard to put stock
in what I'm telling you.

I don't wanna hear it.

I do not want to hear no more.
You understand, Lieutenant?

Last time you told me,
"You take it day by day," didn't you?

Well, that still holds.

Well, that's what I'm gonna do.

I know exactly how
I'm going to be spendin' my days,

and my nights, Lieutenant.

Mr. Butler, stay out of this.

The world isn't so rich
it can afford to lose your boy and you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV)

Time for us to have a little talk.

- RICHARD: What's on your mind, Detective?
- I been to see the pink lady.

I heard.

- She said you're a real dubious person.
- ANDY: I'm hurt by that.

She told me that you came up
with the missing girl's blouse,

and that she ID'd it off the emanations.

- Let's say that's true.
- ANDY: Hmm. And what's the next move?

You tell the grieving father
how your, uh, your field associate

the guy that found the blouse
in the Salvation Army,

or whatever cock and bull story
you're going to come up with.

Now, he's made a sighting of the girl,
maybe wandering around homeless

with amnesia, uh, but he's gonna need
big bucks to follow through?

Then Mr. Bucci pays,
and the footprints peter out again.

You got somethin' like that in mind?

I'm a licensed private investigator
conducting a legitimate investigation.

Every step that I take is approved
in advance by the client.

- That's the bottom line here, Sipowicz.
- ANDY: Wrong.

Under that is: I want a piece of this.

You want a piece of what?

I've been trying to find
the man's daughter. That's all.

I'm guessin'
you're gonna ask him for 50,000.

Yeah, well, that's none of your business.

Hey, if you're gettin' more,
God bless, but I want 25.

(CHUCKLES)
You're full of crap on this, Sipowicz.

I'm tellin' you what I want
to let you make your play.

All right. Say, for nuisance value

to reduce the aggravation,
I gave you, uh...

- five grand?
- ANDY: Say I bust you in the mouth,

'cause you're gonna say 25
with or without teeth.

All right, say I gave you 25,
say I give you 25,

but for that 25, you'd have
to earn that kind of money.

I wouldn't be givin' you that just
to stay outta my way.

- I'm listenin'.
- Yeah.

You'd have to help sell the old man.

Tell him the lead off
the blouse looks strong,

and prepare him if it,
uh, might not work out.

(CHUCKLES) I don't want him
giving up hope.

This is a well
we're workin' here, Sipowicz.

It's by no means dry.

You prepared to earn your money?

He, uh, he trusts you, you know.

- I'll do my part. You do yours.
- Oh, you better do your part.

Because you don't get your money
till he writes the check.

RICHARD: All right, say I gave you 25,
say I give you 25,

but for that 25, you'd have to earn
that kind of money.

I wouldn't be givin' you that just
to stay outta my way.

ANDY: I'm listenin'.

RICHARD: You'd have to help
sell the old man.

Tell him the lead off
the blouse looks strong,

and prepare him if it,
uh, might not work out.

I don't want him giving up hope.

This is a well
we're workin' here, Sipowicz.

It's by no means dry.

- (CLICKS)
- (CLEARS THROAT)

You wanna file a criminal complaint
against this guy?

No.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

You want me to say
a few things out of my experience

as an outsider on this?

Dom.

I think that would be a good thing.

Detective, please.

You told me two and a half years ago
when Jenny disappeared

how much you blamed yourself
for sending her to the bank

with the money from the store.

I thought I was such a big man.

Everybody in the neighborhood
respected me so much.

That would protect her.

You feel like you might have
cost your daughter her life.

Her life, yes.

And if you could find her,
you could correct that mistake.

But it doesn't work that way, Mr. Bucci.

I hate myself.

(INHALES DEEPLY) I lie awake
at night sometimes doing that, you know.

Yeah, I do know.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
You gotta get on with your life.

Take your time and money,

- and do things for yourself...
- (DOMINIC EXHALES DEEPLY)

ANDY: and... and for your wife,
for other people,

things that make you feel good again.

And then if your daughter does show up,
it'll be a blessing.

- And, if she doesn't, then...
- (SIREN BLARING)

(SIGHS) ...you're doin'
what you can to live.

(BREATHES DEEPLY) Maybe you're right.

I don't know.

Knowing doesn't happen all at once.
You gotta grow into it.

- (DOMINIC EXHALES DEEPLY)
- Think you might be able to do that?

I'm gonna try.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I really am gonna try, Angela.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

That doesn't mean you give up hope.

- No.
- DOMINIC: No, you just you...

I understand.
I understand what you're sayin' to me.

I do.

Mrs. Clarence?
This is Detective James Martinez.

I spoke to you this afternoon
about Shabazz Hamilton?

I wanted to check back,
see if you've heard anything.

SHARON: Uh, is this the emergency room?

Oh, yeah, this is Detective LaSalle
with the 15th Squad.

I wanted to check back,
see if you treated a Black male,

5'7", 150 pounds, for any injuries

- that might be related to a fall.
- JAMES: He's returned to custody.

- GREG: This is Detective Medavoy.
- Yeah, I know. I wanted to check back.

- JOHN: This is Detective Kelly.
- Thank you.

JOHN: Let me speak to your dispatcher.

GREG: Possible injuries related
to a fall on a heavyset Black male.

Dispatcher? Yeah, Kelly. Mm-hmm.

Well, put it over the air again.

Okay,
let me make this simple for you. Okay?

Any cabbie that made a pickup
in the vicinity of the prec...

JAMES: All right,
you can think of anything...

Uh-huh. Well, maybe somebody
was on a break.

Right. Thank you.

- What'd he do, fall down a rat hole?
- Yeah.

Well, at least we know
he'd be comfortable.

OFFICER: Easy, Mr. Butler.
Take it easy.

- Move it.
- (GROANS)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- JAMES: Never mind.

- (SHABAZZ GROANS)
- Get in it. Get in it!

(PANTS) A friend of mine
tipped me to a bridge

where I'd find
this piece of garbage under.

You did the right thing bringin' him in.

CALVIN: Yeah. (PANTS)

I'm kinda surprised
he's still alive myself.

I did it for George.
You know, I owe my son.

This is how I taught him it should be,

and I can't betray my son...

by goin' against what I taught him.

Your son would be proud of you now.

Medavoy, Martinez,
take care of the prisoner in my office.

GREG: Sure, Lieutenant.

Step out. All right, come on.
Move it. Watch your step.

- All right, let's go. Be a good boy.
- (SHABAZZ GROANS)

JAMES: All right. Here we are.
Watch your step.

(RICHARD PANTING)

ANDY: Okay, let's go, asshole. Come on.

This is as purest piece of entrapment
I've encountered in 23 years

- as an investigator.
- Shut your mouth.

Hey! The bust
isn't gonna hold up, Sipowicz.

- You're the one proposed the bribe.
- I say the bust is gonna hold up,

and if it doesn't, I've lost 'em before.

But meanwhile, you're gonna be
off the streets and outta that man's life.

Now, sit down.

Yeah. Probably tryin' to run
some game of your own.

Tryin' to eliminate the competition.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) You know
how I know that I'm evolving towards...

a higher, uh,
planetary consciousness, Corday, huh?

Just like your...
your psychic friend said. (CHUCKLES)

I know I'm gettin'
a better planetary tool kit

'cause I didn't just
punch your lights out.

- JOHN: Good night, Donna.
- DONNA: Good night.

- (SCOFFS)
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SHARON: Lieutenant.

- You got a minute?
- ARTHUR: Yeah.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
On that Equal Employment job?

- I guess I've decided to take it.
- All right.

Yeah, it's important work, and, um,

the two kids I got home
waitin' for me nights,

they own more of me now
than when Danny was alive.

I've got a lot of respect for the way
that you've carried yourself, Sharon.

- From the day you got here.
- Some day that was, huh?

Yeah.

I'll miss having you in my command,
and I'm gonna miss you personally.

Thanks. Lieutenant, would you keep
the door open a crack

- in case I have second thoughts?
- Sure.

Given your new job, would I be on thin ice
if I gave you a good-bye hug?

- You better give me a hug.
- (CHUCKLES)

- Good luck.
- Thanks. Thanks, Lieutenant.

(CHUCKLES)

- ARTHUR: Good night.
- SHARON: Oh, Officer Licalsi.

I, uh, I made that call over
to special victims like you asked.

What'd you find out?

Well, they didn't feel
you came off great in your interview.

What'd I do wrong?

Oh, no, no, no, no.
It's not like you did anything wrong.

Uh, they just felt that, um...

the way you carry yourself and such,
it isn't a manner

that would inspire a woman
that'd been raped to confide in you.

Well, I don't know if that's fair.

I mean, I was talking
to an interview panel,

I wasn't talking to somebody
who'd been raped.

Uh, I... I think
what the feeling was is, uh,

what makes you a good street cop
can work against you

when you're tryin'
to deal with a rape victim.

It's not a hopeless situation.
You think about it,

you work on your presentation.
In six months, you go back over.

So. you agree with their evaluation?

Oh, I don't know you
well enough to say that, um,

but empathy is something
that you can, uh, work on.

There are special skills
that you can develop.

I'd be happy to work on it with you.

If you'd like to do that,
call me over at OEEO.

- You're transferring?
- SHARON: Yeah, as of Thursday.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

I'll call you,
and I'll give you my number, okay?

- JANICE: Hey, thanks a lot.
- No problem.

You feel like slammin' a few club sodas?

Yeah. I'm off the stuff, but, yeah,

I could go
for some kind of regional soft drink.

15th Detective Squad. One moment, please.

Detective Sipowicz?
Dominic Bucci on line two for you.

John, I think we're gonna be postponing
this rampage to another night.

Uh, yeah, Mr. Bucci?

Yeah, how are you?
What kind of possible development?

Where are you? Hmm, yeah.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) All right.

- JOHN: Hey.
- SHARON: Hey.

Hey, my plans just fell through.

How does makin' dinner for you
and the boys sound?

- Great. Great.
- Good.

I'm gonna take that job.

Good for you. Good for you.

I'm gonna miss you, Johnny.

- Thank you for helping me along.
- JOHN: Hey. Come on. (CHUCKLES)

You are changin' tax brackets,
not your friends, right? Hmm?

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

- Right.
- JOHN: Huh?

- I'm gonna go get my coat.
- All right. I'll be here.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- DOMINIC: Thanks for coming, Detective.
- Yeah. What's goin' on, Dom?

Well, I... I was walking. Uh...

Now, here's the thing.
Here's the reason I contacted you.

Detective...

I swear I heard her voice
coming from that apartment right there,

the one on the ground floor,
the one with the lights on.

(CHUCKLES) Now,
I know how this must sound to you...

- Mr. Bucci...
- I'm asking you, please, Detective,

j... just do this for me.

(SIGHS)

- (DOOR CLOSING)
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hmm.

- She wasn't there.
- No.

- (SCOFFS)
- (SIREN BLARING)

(CAR HONKING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Please...

don't tell my wife
that I called you, okay?

No, I won't.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Come on. I'll walk with you.

- Yeah.
- (MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)