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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (SIREN WAILING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

NICK: Come on, come on, don't push me. I'm going into major back spasms here.

- Oh! The pain's shooting down my leg now. - KELLY: Morning, Sarge.

Well, maybe you shouldn't have jumped through

- that motel room transom, huh, Nick? - SERGEANT: Sign here.

That could be hard on the sciatic.

- NICK: Don't take the bag off of my head! - Hey, hey, okay.

We're in the station house, Nick. You're safe.

NICK: Oh, I... I'm safe? Oh, that... that... that's a good one.

That's rich. I'm a dead man.

KELLY: This is the escaped material witness, and I need some aspirin.

- He's got a bad back, okay? - NICK: Tylenol 3!

DA's office called. Their detectives are on their way to pick him up.

I hope you gave those mopes good directions, huh?

Upstairs, Nick. Up you go.

NICK: That bitch Kimmy gave me up, didn't she?

- She dropped the dime on me, didn't she? - I don't know what you're talking about.

NICK: Oh, yeah... yeah, right, Kelly. Tell me another one.

She gave me up to you guys,

and now you're sending me to my death, making me testify.

Hey Nick, didn't you play the Elephant Man in that school play?

Let me hear you say this with your nose all clogged.

- NICK: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh! - "I'm not an animal. I'm a human being."

Hey, why don't you just shoot me in the head, huh?

Huh? Come on, just go ahead. Just shoot me in the head right now. No?

Okay, how about the mouth then, huh? Come on. Come on. Right through the brain.

At least that way I know when it's coming. I mean, the other way,

I never know and when it's coming, that scares me.

That's it, Nicky. Just, uh, keep working yourself up.

Try for a heart attack, huh?

The Olivas are in custody, Nick. They cannot hurt you.

(CHUCKLES) So... what are you trying to do, insult me now, Kelly?

After everything else, you're tryin' to insult me? "They can't get to me?"

Who are you kidding?

You called in the tip, Nick. Seeing them do that whack.

I was pissed off! You don't... you don't kill a guy in front of his kid.

A... animals did it right in front of the guy's little kid.

That's right, and you did the right thing by callin' it in.

Yeah, and I called it in anonymous. Anonymous.

Th... that word is... is it not in your vocabulary?

Hey, bright eyes, you want anonymous, don't use your own phone.

You know we trace incoming calls here, huh?

Yeah, great. So... so I do a good thing. I have to die for it.

You are not gonna die. You are gonna testify and that is it.

I don't believe a word out of your mouth, Kelly.

"Oh, just come in and ID the man, Nicky.

"Just pick him out of a lineup. You don't gotta go to the grand jury."

I come in. I make the ID. Two days later, boom!

"Oh, Nicky. Our other evidence fell out. You gotta come in and testify."

And when I say I won't do that, you guys make me a material witness

and throw me in a civil jail.

And that... that was... that was really cute.

That was... that was nice, you know.

In... in... in there with... with the animals.

Which is why we put you in a motel.

It's called protective custody, Nick. We put you in there to protect you.

But you, deep thinker that you are, you escape.

Of course I escaped!

I... I have this thought, you know, that... that maybe

my life is still worth something, you know?

I mean, I could still do something with my life.

I mean, fellas...

come on now.

If I stay in this town, and I testify...

I'm a dead man.

Now you look me in the eye and you tell me that ain't true.

Nicky, if you stop acting like a flake, that won't be true.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Yeah, and Rose Kennedy shouldn't keep her black dress pressed.

Screw you guys.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey. (CLEARS THROAT)

He's got a bad back. You might wanna be aware of it.

(SIGHS) Hey, guys, here's a little tip, you know.

Okay. We try to alternate the guys who are asleep.

We try not to have both cops asleep in a motel room at the same time.

That way the guy can't vault over your shoulders out the transom.

- That's not the way it happened, Sipowicz. - NICK: Don't push.

Okay, okay.

KELLY: Uh, he has 48 hours before he has to testify.

If we could keep him in custody until then, that'd be ideal.

NICK: Hey, you tell Kimmy I hope she got well rattin' me out to you guys.

- MALE VOICE: Come on! - Stay cool, Nicky. You'll be all right.

Seriously, Nick. Deep down, don't you feel pretty good about this, huh?

NICK: Whatever happens to me is on your heads, you pricks!

- MALE VOICE 2: Come on, let's go. - NICK: Ah! Oh, my neck.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - DONNA: Here's your message.

Callin' that tip in is probably the only good thing the guy's ever done

in his life, and it winds up jammin' him up.

It's not like he had much of a life to ruin.

You guys better get your uniforms in shape.

You got a uniform detail the day after tomorrow.

- You're kidding. - Division Commander's request.

- What's the detail? - FANCY: A parade.

Broadway On Broadway.

People from the Broadway musical performing their songs on the street.

We're gonna be hip deep in leotards.

GREG: This is the Division Commander busting Fancy's balls.

I gotta go see Roberts for breakfast. He didn't sound too good on the phone.

- How's that your problem? - KELLY: Yeah, I don't know.

- I'll see you later. - GREG: I gotta call the dry cleaner.

Does your uniform need any alterations, Andy?

What's that supposed to mean, Medavoy?

No, a... all's I'm saying is, you know, if... if it was necessary,

my... my, uh, my dry cleaner does alterations, uh, is all I meant.

Excuse me.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- Hey. - MIKE: Hey.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi, Mike.

- KELLY: Hey. Nice to see ya. - Yeah, you too.

- Thanks for meeting me, huh. - KELLY: Sure.

- (SIGHS) How you been? - MIKE: I've been better, John.

- Yeah? What's going on? - MIKE: Well, you know.

Uh, Connie's got me sleeping on the couch.

She wants a divorce, only we can't afford one.

She can't forgive me, John, you know?

She... All that stuff with Dee Dee, she can't get past it.

Give her some time, Mike. Give her some time.

It's not gonna happen. She looks over at me sometimes,

going to get a glass of water at night or something, I'm on the couch like a dog.

She looks over at me with absolutely no respect. (CHUCKLES)

And my kids? You know, used to be they'd ask me how the day went.

Now they ask me, you know, "Seen anything on TV?

"Anything good on TV?" they say.

I mean, I had decorations, John.

I had two separate citations for valor, right?

MALE VOICE: Gloria, pick up.

Anyways, enough bitchin' and moanin' from me, huh?

You got enough problems of your own.

I wanted to tell you I, uh, took out a PI license.

- Hey, good, good. - MIKE: Yeah.

And, uh, 100 percent candid...

I heard you were moonlightin', bodyguardin' for Jimmy Wexler.

I thought maybe you had some shift work you could throw me.

Yeah, well, you know he's been so sick lately, I haven't been workin' for him.

Oh, no kiddin', huh?

- Yeah. - Sorry he's so sick.

But I will definitely think of you if I get that kind of work, okay?

- Yeah, I appreciate that. - Yeah.

You thought I was an okay cop, right, John?

I mean, uh, I know I crossed the line that one time,

my relationship with Dee Dee,

but in general, you had respect for me as a cop?

Yeah. In general, Mike, I did.

(SIREN WAILING)

You know what? Hold on to a few dollars, will you?

Absolutely not. Absolutely not. You put that away.

I'm lookin' to earn here, John. I'm not lookin' to glom on to anybody.

(CROCKERY CLATTERING)

Thanks for meeting me. Us guys gotta stick together, am I right?

That's right. We gotta stick together.

And I will definitely call you if I have that kind of work, okay?

Thanks.

You know, I never thought I'd miss the job this much.

- Crazy! - (PAGER BEEPING)

MALE VOICE: I think she's having a heart attack.

What, you... you gotta take that?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Uh... - Oh, go ahead. I understand.

All right.

- MIKE: Thanks for meeting me. - You bet. Hey!

- You keep your chin up, all right? - MIKE: Okay.

All right. I'll talk to you.

(CASH REGISTER DINGING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (SIREN WAILING) - (TIRES SCREECHING)

- How did this happen? - Uh, Nicky jumped out of the car...

while the DA cops were taking him back to the motel.

ANDY: He... he got lost through the side streets

so, I... I guess his back spasms let up.

KELLY: Why didn't we hear about it?

'Cause the DA cops never called in the alarm.

They decided to go lookin' for him themselves.

This guy's been runnin' around loose for an hour.

Then they shot him comin' out of here about 20 minutes ago.

Those are the assholes that let him escape.

KELLY: What do you got?

No witnesses to the shooting itself. That guy saw a blue Pontiac driving away

and a girl running away from where the guy got shot.

- Get a description on the girl? - White, late twenties, blond hair.

- That's Kimmy. - OFFICER: He said she ran away screaming.

MALE VOICE: Stay back. You can't be in here.

I wanna talk to you a minute. You work in the bar, right?

- Yeah, that's right. - You know this guy?

Yeah, he came in sometime. Nicky Constantino, right?

- You know the girl he was with? - Yeah, I saw her with him a few times.

Did she come in with him today?

No, she met him. He'd been in here maybe half an hour.

He's hittin' it pretty good. She came in. She made a phone call.

I think they had a drink. They leave, he gets shot out front.

How come you remember she made the phone call?

'Cause I broke down a twenty for her. She didn't have any change.

- KELLY: All right, let me... - Hey, John, where are they goin'?

KELLY: I don't know. They said they didn't see anything.

- They're going back to the station. - ANDY: Hey, hey, forget about you

being bad enough at your job, you let this guy boogie twice in 24 hours.

Forget you musta' uncuffed him in the back of the car.

- The guy's back was killing him. - ANDY: What I really wanna know

is how you assholes could be so gutless

- as to not call it in, huh? - Get away from us, Sipowicz!

- ANDY: You got this guy killed! - I think you got him killed!

Oh, I got him killed, huh? You prick. I got him killed? I...

All he could talk about was how you and Kelly lied to him. Made him testify.

- How he knew he was gonna be taken out. - Hey! Shut your mouth.

- Which it looks to me is exactly... - Hey...

- ...what happened. - ...shut up and get in your car.

- You hear me? - I don't like the way he's talkin' to me.

This is your screwup. This is your mess.

If you know what's good for you, get in the car.

- And don't get lost on the way out. - We didn't kill nobody, pal.

We're not the ones who let him escape, all right?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

KIMMY: Think you've got no reason to hold me.

Don't wanna hold you, just wanna talk to you.

I already told you what happened.

We were comin' out of Kerner's, Nicky got shot.

- KIMMY: I didn't see anything. - KELLY: Okay, right in here. Come on.

- Come on. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Right down on the end. Go ahead.

I need something to drink. Can I get a diet soda?

- In a little while. - (SCOFFS)

Oh, what's this gonna be now, huh? You guys gonna beat me up?

Nicky was blown away in the street, Kimmy.

You got his blood on your shirt, don't you?

Now, we wanna catch these guys. We need your cooperation.

I told you I didn't see anything.

You know what "theory of the case" means, Kimmy, huh?

You wanna hear one theory of the case?

The Olivas bought Nicky getting hit, and you dropped the dime to finger him,

which would account for your travel plans.

KIMMY: You know, I called you guys last night.

I told you where Nicky was so you'd get him back into custody

- and he'd be safe. - You also hit us for 200 dollars.

And maybe today you figured you'd look around for a higher bid.

Did you call the Olivas from the bar?

They reach out to you, tell you how to get in touch?

Sons of bitches!

I loved Nicky. I cared about what happened to him.

The only call I made from that bar was the Port Authority for buses to Miami.

What happened in the street?

- I didn't see anything. - I don't believe you, Kimmy.

- Leave me alone. - ANDY: You wanna get out of town?

Do you wanna get to Miami, huh?

- We could arrange that. - Yeah? After what?

You ID the guy who shot Nicky. We pick him up.

We take the ball from there.

Is this what you told Nicky, huh?

Is this how you lied to him? "Just make the ID. We'll take it from there."

Tell us what you saw, Kimmy. We'll get you out of town.

We can do that, but you gotta listen to me.

So, look at me. Look at me.

Now, sometimes in life, things go far from what we dream for ourselves.

And when that happens, it's a drag.

But we must be willing to be resilient and make changes for ourself.

Make a new plan for ourself. Do you understand?

Now, I think if you put some thought into that,

you could come up with something good for yourself.

(SOBS)

I wanna go to Florida.

- Swim with the dolphins. - We could make that happen.

Understand something, Kimmy. Nicky not being able to testify,

the guys he was gonna ID are gonna walk out of Rikers in a few days.

Our people don't want that. You help us make a case against him,

and we're not talkin' about just a couple hundred dollars here.

How much do you think you need to get down to Florida?

Two, three thousand?

ANDY: We can get that for ya. It's a big case.

But you've got to give us the shooter who killed Nicky.

I'm scared.

I think Nicky would want you to get outta here, Kimmy.

- I really do. - (KIMMY SIGHS)

I know he would.

Oh, I know that.

(SIREN WAILING)

(INHALES SHARPLY) Yeah.

Okay.

FANCY: Six months ago, the Oliva brothers put out a hit on one of their dealers.

A man named Nicky Constantino witnessed the hit

and was going to be a material witness in the Oliva trial three days from now.

Till you guys lost him in custody and the Olivas slaughtered him.

That's not how it happened.

The DA squad detectives had him in custody.

I don't give a damn who had him in custody.

He was your witness, and you were responsible

- for him. - Point is, the girlfriend saw him get hit.

Now she can ID the guy who hit him.

KELLY: We're gonna show her some pictures,

but she's not gonna open her mouth

unless we authorize some money for her to get out of town.

- How much? - Three thousand dollars.

And you told her all she'd have to do was ID the guy?

That's right. So, either we get her the money and pop this guy...

or the Olivas walk away and we all look bad.

I'll get you two thousand.

- Is that the best you can do? - What, are you working off commission?

(SIGHS) Twenty-five hundred.

But if you bring this guy in off her ID,

and he won't flip on the other guys that hired him,

I don't care what promises you made this girl,

it's understood between us, she's gonna testify.

Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You wanna go back and thank him?

- for the uniform detail? - KELLY: Yeah.

Listen to this. You ready for this?

The dry cleaners can't find my uniform.

I had it in the dry cleaners. They... they're having trouble tracking it down.

- You got the claim ticket? - I lost the ticket!

It's... it's three and a half years!

But they should have the ticket. They're required to by law.

I'd go arrest them, Medavoy.

I mean, I may have to buy a whole new uniform.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I don't wanna wind up a liar with this girl, Andy.

Yeah, I like to try to keep a promise to a witness once a year,

- just to remember the feeling. - Let's get her started on the photographs.

- You wanna handle that for a while? - KELLY: Yeah, what's up?

I wanna go talk to that bartender again.

All right. I'll see you later. Hi!

- Hi. Can I talk to you for a minute? - Sure you can.

James, will you get this girl started on the Constantino photographs, please?

Sure, John. No problem.

What's going on?

Well, I understand my trial calendar had a hole put in it.

Yeah, the Oliva prosecution's in trouble now 'cause of Constantino's death.

I don't know, but... What did you wanna talk about?

Maybe I'm crazy, but I've had the feeling lately that I'm being followed.

- Tell me about it. - LAURIE: Well, it's nothing concrete.

Just three or four times over the last week.

It's more like a feeling than anything.

It's like I come out of a place, I feel like someone's watching me

or following me, and then I turn around, it's just people in the street.

I'm probably just being neurotic. It's probably just some

sort of post stress syndrome from the Giardella thing.

- Yeah. No, I wanna look into this. - Yeah?

- What are you gonna do? - I'll call your super

and send a sector car over.

Okay. Yeah, thanks.

- Hey, Laurie. - LAURIE: Yeah.

Uh, the guy you're seeing, does he have this feeling too?

What does he have to do with this?

Well, I know you guys are serious, spendin' a lot of hours together.

- Yeah? - Well, does he feel this way too?

No, he doesn't. Anything else?

No. I'll send a car over. You gonna be around?

What are you getting at? You want to know where I'm sleeping?

- (SIREN WAILING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I am not trying to get into your private life,

but if I'm gonna check this out, I need to know where you are.

I sleep at his place about half the time.

- In Manhattan? - Yeah.

- KELLY: Okay. - I finally made it over the bridge.

Here's his name and number.

- Anything else? - No, that's it.

- Okay. Thank you. - Yeah.

- You okay. - Yeah.

Come on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

BARTENDER: What's up?

- You remember me, right? - Yeah.

I'm following up on the shooting.

- I don't know what else I can tell you. - (SIGHS)

Well, I'll ask you some questions, and that'll give you a hint

about what I'm interested in finding out.

BARTENDER: Sure.

All right. So, this girl comes in, and she meets Nicky.

Now let's go over this next part again.

Okay. She made a phone call, they had a drink, they left.

- He was paying for his drinks, huh? - Yeah.

And she, uh, she broke a twenty with you so she could make the call?

- Yeah, that's right. - ANDY: And, uh,

that's how you remember her making the call,

'cause she asked for change, right?

Yeah. We talked about all this.

So, Nicky's paying for his drinks...

he's got money on the bar, and she goes into her pocket

and she asks for change for a twenty-dollar bill.

Now, th... that doesn't make sense to me. I... I don't think she did that.

Look. What's your problem here?

I got no problem.

I just uh, I just get the feeling that...

you really want me to know that she made a phone call,

and so you lied about her asking for change.

- Now why would that be, I wonder, huh? - You see, this is why people hate cops.

You try and cooperate and you get the third degree.

Hey, sit down.

I said sit down.

You didn't make a phone call too, did you? What's your name?

- Lenny. - Lenny,

did you make a phone call too?

'Cause her call was to the Port Authority.

And... and I'm wondering,

who else might have made a call that got Nicky whacked?

Hey, I don't need this, and I said all I'm gonna say.

Listen. This girl is cooperating. She saw the hitter.

And as soon as we pop that guy, I am going to make it my special business

finding out did you make that call.

If you don't cooperate right this minute, I'm gonna make it worth

some time off to that guy giving you up.

- Come on, Lenny! Come on. - All right! All right! All right!

But I didn't know anything about any whacks.

- Zeppo said Nicky owed him money. - Yeah, right, and I'm an Indian princess.

All right. This Zeppo got a last name, hmm?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, you know, anybody doesn't look right.

You know, you keep an eye on the place generally, and, uh, talk to the super,

see if any front door locks are broken, missing keys, stuff like that.

Yeah. Hey, you know what?

Uh, you don't need to bother her either, all right?

- Good. That'd be great. Yeah. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

She's all upset, John. She keeps going back to this one photograph,

but she's too spooked to pick the guy.

- We talkin' about Kimmy? - Yeah.

Would the guy she's lookin' at be named Zeppo Marchansky?

How'd you know that?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(METAL CLATTERING)

(EXPLOSION)

The boiler just exploded! We have to get out!

(DOOR OPENS)

Get up against the wall! Check inside!

- Zeppo Marchansky? You're under arrest. - Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you made a mistake! I... I got one of these faces.

People think I'm somebody else. Happens all the time.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I got the same problem.

A woman stopped me on the street the other day.

She says, "Bob, I thought you were just marvelous in The Sting."

Get this asshole some clothes.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (SIREN WAILING) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

I'm scared.

- I'm really scared. - Kimmy, I promise

he cannot see you in here.

Listen. If we cut this guy loose, you're in real danger.

You're gonna be all right.

Okay.

It's number three.

KELLY: Good. That's good.

(DOOR OPENS)

Everybody but number three can leave with the officer.

You bitch, you're dead! You're dead meat!

- He can see in? - KELLY: He cannot see in.

He's just guessin'. Don't worry about it. We got you covered.

You're gonna make me go to the grand jury just like Nicky

- and then you're gonna get me killed. - You gave us what we needed, didn't you?

You gave us the ID, right?

I'm not sure. I need to think about this some more.

Can I talk to you outside, please?

(KIMMY BREATHING HEAVILY)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You've gotta sell this girl on the fact that she's not gonna

have to testify for the grand jury.

- And how am I gonna do that? - Any way you want you're comfortable.

But I think she has an excellent chance not to go.

John, I'm not going to do this. If this guy doesn't testify

and he doesn't give you the Olivas, believe me,

my boss is going to make her go to the grand jury.

- He's gonna get us something out of this. - We can't flip this guy

unless we get him ID'd, and we can't get him ID'd

unless you talk to this girl and reassure her.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- I'm not comfortable doing that. - Okay.

MALE VOICE: He failed to report to his probation officer.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

COSTAS: Listen to me, understand me and trust me.

I speak with the full authority of the district attorney's office.

And all we're asking is for you to ID that perpetrator.

What about when it's time for the grand jury?

We will exert every resource

of this department to make your testimony unnecessary.

We'll put out a full-court press. And between the preliminary arraignment

and the grand jury, we'll develop corroborating evidence

and simply name you anonymously as a reliable informant.

Can I talk to you for a minute without them here?

Of course.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm not sure I can trust them, not after what happened with Nicky.

This isn't coming from the cops, this is coming from me.

I want you to trust me on this.

All right.

It's number three.

But you don't think I'm gonna have to testify?

You heard what I said.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - She ID'd your suspect. (CLEARS THROAT)

How could you do that? How could you lie to her like that?

I told her we'd use every resource of the department

to make sure she won't have to testify. I intend to honor that.

Yeah, but if push comes to shove, you'll make her testify.

Yes, if push comes to shove, I will make her testify.

Welcome to the world, sweetie.

- KELLY: Right over here. - KIMMY: Okay.

MALE VOICE: 15th Precinct, Detective Shapiro.

DONNA: Detective, um, there's a Dr. Schrager here to see you.

- For me? - Yeah.

Okay. Uh, would you give her some coffee?

- Keep an eye on her. - Yeah, sure.

DONNA: Could I get you some coffee?

- Dr. Schrager? - Hmm.

- John Kelly! - Ah!

You didn't have to come in. The message I left said just give me a call.

Oh, well, I hope you don't mind, Detective.

No. Come on in.

I just, uh, wanted to come down here and see where Laurie spends her time.

You know, it's really... it's, uh, very, very different from the world I live in.

I don't know what Laurie told you about me, but I'm a, uh,

pediatric cardiologist. I work with children.

Yeah, yeah, I got that from the pediatric part.

(LAUGHS)

Well, Laurie just, uh, just respects the hell out of you.

I guess you don't need me to tell you that, right?

Well, same goes for you.

Uh, I don't know what sh... I think she mentioned to you

that she feels like she's being followed.

- Yeah, she has. - KELLY: Yeah.

Do you have any sense of that?

Well, to be truthful, I don't, John, but, uh,

I have to say that I'm the least paranoid guy in the whole world.

Hmm. Okay.

- You have any enemies? - Me? No.

Malpractice suit, something like that?

No, no. I've been very lucky in that respect.

Although, I have, uh, colleagues just tell me some, ooh, horror stories.

Mm-hmm. You got an ex-wife that's mad at you?

- Haven't been married. - Former girlfriend?

(CHUCKLES) No.

Okay.

Uh, it says you live at 842 Central Park West.

Right, right. It's a real schlep from the hospital,

but I tell you something,

I wouldn't give up that view of the park for anything.

Hmm.

Uh, any trouble in the neighborhood over there?

Well, uh, the co-op board is up in arms because there's a rock star

who's trying to move into the building, you know?

That's about as bad as it gets.

Okay.

Okay. I think that's it.

- Uh, thanks for coming in. - (DANNY CLEARS THROAT)

Yeah. Good.

DANNY: I'm hoping that eventually you and I, we can be friends.

- Oh. - KELLY: Yeah.

- Thanks for coming in. - All right.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- LAURIE: What are you doing here? - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

John, you ready to talk to Zeppo?

Oh, gee, Zeppo! Yep!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- You want a soda or a cigarette? - No, I'm okay. I don't smoke.

Good for you, Zeppo.

Hey. You don't have to be a rocket scientist. Smoking's a killer.

Jail's unhealthy too, Zeppo. People go way downhill in jail.

You've been ID'd for shooting Nicky Constantino.

Now you gotta know we're talking major hard time here.

Yeah, just 'cause that bitch ID'd me?

Hey, people change their minds, you know.

- What bitch would that be? - The bitch.

The bitch, she thinks she ID'd me, that bitch.

You shot this guy in plain view in front of a street full of people.

KELLY: You don't think we have other witnesses?

ANDY: You got to look up, Zeppo. Up.

Hmm? 'Cause if you'd have taken the time to look up,

you'd realize that that wasn't a smart choice,

where you whacked him.

Yeah, what do you mean look up? Some seagull flew by?

No, I'm talking about a neighborhood woman. She's got arthritis.

She looks out the window all day long.

KELLY: Lookin' out the window is like going to the movies for her.

ANDY: Not to mention her husband.

I mean she calls him to the window. They both saw it all.

Hey, pal, you don't wanna go to bat on this one. We got multiple witnesses.

Okay, recess is over now, Zeppo. You follow this arithmetic.

You do the 25 years, that makes you 60 by the time you even see the board.

They'll turn you down the first time, that makes you 63

before you even got a chance of gettin' out, huh?

Now you think about that, Zeppo. Sixty-three years old,

wearin' a little pinafore, keepin' house for some bodybuilder.

Who paid you to kill Nicky Constantino?

- What kind of deal we talkin' about here? - Depends on what you have for us.

- If I did the whole flip... - Was it the Olivas?

Hey, you work out a deal.

Marchansky's agreed to cooperate.

- They want to send him into Rikers, wired. - Without a police escort.

KELLY: He goes in there with an escort, some trustee notices,

- we're out of business. - It'll get to the Olivas

and all they'll talk about is the weather.

I think it's too big a risk to have him unaccompanied.

All right, we'll alert the guards, and we'll be outside monitoring.

They could cut his throat before you have time to stand up.

Look. Those guys walk in less than 24 hours.

This is the only chance we have.

All right.

Any chance this gets us out of parade duty?

See how it comes out.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

ZEPPO: My... My name is Zeppo Marchansky.

MALE VOICE: You wanna sign your name right there on line 27.

(BUZZER BUZZING)

MALE VOICE 2: All right. Right through that door.

(BUZZER BUZZING)

He's in.

(BUZZER BUZZING)

I thought when they said visitor, they meant human being.

(LAUGHING)

What brings you here? You come to pay your respects?

No. Um, I... I got a problem.

You got a lot of problems, man. (CHUCKLES)

NANDO: So what's your problem? You lonely? You miss us?

No, no, I... I... I need another ten, Nando.

I say, really? Me too. I need another ten too.

How about you, Jesus? You want another ten?

Always, man. I can always use another ten. (CHUCKLES)

ZEPPO: Hey, look Na... look, Nando, I got money problems here.

I... I did a deal, got fronted some product.

The guy I moved to skated on me. I... I need ten thousand to... to make good.

You doin' drugs, baby? (CHUCKLES) You're talkin' all crazy.

Look. Y... you told me to take out that guy.

ZEPPO: I did it. I... I did good for you.

You did so good, you do what we say,

how come that DA broad's still walkin' around?

ZEPPO: No, no, you... you told me if I couldn't hit the guy,

if... if you needed a mistrial, hi... hit her if I couldn't hit Nicky.

ZEPPO: I had her all set up.

You know who they're talkin' about, Andy? You know who that is, don't you?

KELLY: That's Laura.

I... I took Nicky out like you told me. I... I did good for you.

I followed orders. You... you got to look out for me now.

Look out for you how?

I... I told you I needed another ten thousand. I owe people.

No, no, no, you're hallucinating, baby.

Where are we gonna get that kind of money, huh?

We're in jail, man. No money here.

Hey, you didn't have no problem

getting me 25 thousand to kill Constantino.

I'm tellin' you I need another ten.

- Are you threatening me? - No. No, no, no.

I... I'm just telling you my situation.

Hey, Zeppo, look at me!

Screw your situation, okay?

You understand? Hmm?

That's nothing to us who you owe, or what's gonna happen.

We took out Nicky.

You can die too, Zeppo.

Hmm? Okay.

(DOOR KNOCKS)

Hey, I... I got what you guys wanted, didn't I?

ZEPPO: Whoa, whoa, hey, take it easy.

- Hey, you lyin' pricks. - Shut your mouth.

JAMES: Come on. Right down the steps.

Zeppo and his attorney are a little upset

about the extra felony for stalking Laurie.

If you think you can violate a plea agreement,

sustain a separate charge off information secured while my client

wore a wire to assist you people, you are nuts.

Well, your client promised full disclosure,

but he did not disclose the contract to stalk my colleague.

I'm also considering filing civil and criminal charges

against you, Detective, for assaulting my client when he came out of Rikers.

Your client slipped. He fell on his face on the slippery ice.

I guess it's no holds barred, right?

As long as you know you're the good guys.

KELLY: See ya!

- Give me a minute, will ya? - Yeah. Uh, come here.

COSTAS: What can I do for you?

LAURIE: Hey!

- You all right? - Yeah. Well, it's a little upsetting

to be a candidate to be murdered.

Yeah, well, don't worry about it. It's over, okay?

I also wanna tell you I resent your intruding

on my relationship with Danny.

How did I do that?

You dragged him in here to interrogate him.

Okay. I didn't drag him in here and interrogate him.

Asking him all kinds of questions, whether he's been married before,

what kind of neighborhood he lives in.

I called him on the phone, and he came to see me on his own.

Did you ever think that maybe he's a little curious about me?

Don't turn this around.

Come here.

KELLY: Laurie, you're upset, okay?

Two minutes ago you found out you were the subject of a hit,

and now you're in my face about invading your privacy, okay?

You came to me, remember? I did the best I could for you.

The next time you get into trouble, you go ask this doctor

you're seeing for help.

- You are totally out of line. - Why don't you take off?

Take off and beat that uptown traffic.

- John, Kimmy's here. You got that check? - Yeah.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(CHUCKLES)

I, uh...

I just buried Nicky.

He was okay, Nicky!

Be smart about that money, Kimmy.

You oughta really do it, Kimmy. Make some changes. Get out of town.

Yeah, well, I'm thinkin' about it. I really am.

Can I ask you guys something?

Yeah.

You were gonna make me testify, weren't you?

Why worry about problems you don't have anymore, Kimmy?

It's our job to clear the case.

If you're in a position to help us do that, we gotta get you to do that.

But telling you the truth is always our first choice.

And if you can't do that, then, uh...

- you're gonna lie. - We gotta clear the case.

Go swim with those dolphins, Kimmy.

(CHUCKLES)

Take care.

Yeah.

Uniform inspection's in half an hour.

Hey, Greg, take it easy on yourself,

- will ya? - Take it easy? How am I supposed

to take it easy? I just bought three new pairs of black socks,

and they're missing. Gone, vanished, poof!

GREG: How am I gonna explain this? Unbelievable!

You think they'd be safe in a police station.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(WATER RUNNING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIREN WAILING)

Hey, Medavoy. You think I'm some kind of sock thief?

Is that what all these little looks are about?

I, uh, I... I didn't say a word, Andy.

It's... it's just that, you know, usually you wear brown socks.

And, you know, I... I couldn't help noticing

all of a sudden you got black socks on.

Oh, come here, Medavoy. Come here. Let me show you something.

ANDY: Here. Do those look new to you?

Hey, Greg, these yours? Found them under my desk.

- (SIGHS) - You must have misplaced them.

- Andy, I'm... I'm... I'm mortified. - KELLY: Yeah, right.

GREG: My deepest apologies.

- Here. Here. - No. No, thank you.

- Come on. I... I got three pairs. - I don't... I don't want them, all right?

Puttin' the bag back on for parade duty? What's next, huh?

ANDY: Escorting the mayor to tea party over by the Ritz?

Hey, John.

- Hey, Mike. How's it goin'? - MIKE: How you doin'?

- All right. - JAMES: Hey, Detective.

- How's it goin'? - MIKE: Good.

Hey, Andy, you're puttin' the bag back on.

ANDY: Yeah, I got, uh, uniform detail for some parade.

How's that dog doin'?

She's okay, Roberts. Wanna come over and visit her sometime?

No, I don't think that'd be a good idea right now.

- Come on, Mike. - MIKE: Yeah.

Thought we were gonna meet at the Greek's at eight o'clock.

I had business in the area. I thought I'd drop by.

John, I got nothing to be ashamed of here.

What? I'm supposed to hang my head in shame, and not come in here?

- I'm not gonna do that. - Here.

I'm sorry the job didn't last a little longer,

- you know? - Yeah.

I mean, I'm glad Laurie's out of danger, but I could have used the work.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, those mutts were looking to whack her, right?

Get a mistrial.

Yeah, well, if they couldn't get the witness, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Now, if I have anything else,

I'm gonna use you from now on, okay?

Thanks. I appreciate that. I wrote down all of her comings and goings.

I got photographs. She's serious with that guy, huh?

KELLY: Yeah, she is.

- Here. - KELLY: What's this?

- That's the log and the photos. - What are you doing here, Roberts?

Uh, John and I had personal business, Lieutenant.

- Is it done? - Yeah.

Okay, I gotta get back inside. Get to this parade thing.

- You take care of yourself, all right? - MIKE: You too.

And take those with you.

You got the wrong collar brass on your lapel.

I didn't get the new brass. I didn't have a minute,

w... with my uniform missing and... and... and the socks.

The new brass has been out three and a half years.

But this is the first occasion I've had to require them.

- Where's Sipowicz? - ANDY: Here.

What?

- (ANDY CLEARS THROAT) - SERGEANT: Mm. Mm. Mm.

Careful where you point that thing while you're on the street, Detective.

- (SNIFFS) What are you talkin' about? - Your uniform.

Those buttons poppin' off could be lethal weapons.

All right, everybody. Let's move out.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

"So how's the dog, Andy." You hear that, John? You hear that?

You hear Roberts ask me how the dog was doing?

Gotta give this guy credit, boy, for havin' balls.

Leaves his dog to die in his snitch's apartment, then he asks me how he's doing.

- He's trying to pull his life together. - Hey, hey!

- Let's cut him some slack. - Nah. The guy is a loudmouth screwup,

- is what he is. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How many more floats

- you think they got to go? - I don't know.

I gotta get out of this uniform. (SIGHS)

Laurie know you had Roberts lookin' out for her?

No, and I am done with that, okay? I'm finished.

She comes in, she needs help, out of the blue she comes in, okay?

She thinks she's being followed, so I look into it.

Now she's bustin' my balls about invading her privacy

with this doctor, okay? Says I'm snoopin' on this guy.

- He came to see me. - Makes sense.

Now he is explaining to me the other day what the word "pediatrics" means, okay?

- A kid's doctor. - Yeah.

You know, it gets to a point you just gotta let them live

- their own life. Otherwise, the best... - Absolutely.

- ...you get is the worst of it. - That's right!

- That's all there is. - Hey, look at this. Hey! Whoa!

Hey, hey, hey. You see us standing here? No!

Are we standing here? Is this a sawhorse? What are you? Some kind of idiot?

I have to get through.

Well, this street is... You're not getting through here, pal.

I am a performer in the parade and I must get through!

- What part of the parade? - What part does it look like I'm in?

- Anyway, the street's closed. - MALE VOICE: Officer,

this has been the most hellish day of my life.

And I'm saying, in more than half-seriousness,

that if you don't let me through, you may have a suicide to solve.

- We wouldn't want that. - No, we wouldn't want that.

All right. Come on. Let's go.

Pull it all the way up. All the way up.

(MAN WHISTLING)

- Love you guys. - Love you too.

(LAUGHS)

- ANDY: He loves us? - I think so.

- (BUZZER BUZZING) - KELLY: It may get a little active inside,

- but I'll be okay. - All right.

- You know who I am? - NANDO: Some kind of cop.

- That's right. - JESUS: Ah! Take it easy!

I was also married to the lady you put the contract out on.

That's right. The lady DA we know about that.

Now, you boys got a couple of surprises comin' this week, okay?

You better be in order on your housekeeping on this contract,

because if I find out that anybody but Zeppo was out to hurt her,

I will make it my career to come after you. Do you understand?

Hey, man, we didn't know she was your family, okay?

I don't care if she steps off the curb and twists an ankle.

I don't care if she breaks a nail.

I will come after you. Do you understand me?

Nothin' is gonna happen to her, okay?

But if it does, I don't care where you are, inside or out,

I will find you and it will be a bloodbath.

Okay? It'll be worse than anything that you can imagine.

- NANDO: Hey, no problem, okay? - KELLY: On the gate!

(BUZZER BUZZING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)