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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

- Lieutenant. - ARTHUR: Come on in, Janice.

- You're being promoted. - Oh, yeah?

I'm gettin' my gold shield?

- Congratulations. - Thanks. This is for real?

You're being assigned to Intelligence.

As you know, that unit's being reorganized,

so you probably won't be transferred for three to four weeks.

Lieutenant, got any idea how this happened?

I've only been in anti-crime three months.

This was a contract from the organized crime unit.

From Inspector Lastarza.

Evidently, you were effective in an undercover assignment for him?

You wanna tell me anything about that?

I, uh, reported a corrupt solicitation.

Inspector Lastarza had me do some work for him.

Did you know Inspector Lastarza's gonna work for the DEA?

I heard rumors about that.

Well, I guess he just wanted to make sure your work was acknowledged before he left.

Personnel's idea was that you would work in a squad here,

while Intelligence gets reorganized.

- You okay with that? - Yeah. Sure.

Putting all the cards on the table.

You had a personal relationship with John Kelly.

Yes. Uh, that's been over for a while now.

- No problem working with him now? - Not for me. No, sir.

- Uh, you might wanna ask Detective Kelly. - I will.

- (SIREN BLARING) - Okay.

Thanks. (CHUCKLES)

- Talk about comin' from left field, huh? - Yeah.

CHARLIE: Uh, Detective John Kelly.

- Detective. - DONNA: Can I help you?

CHARLIE: It's just Detective John Kelly, please.

- Is the detective expecting you? - (PHONE RINGING)

CHARLIE: No, he's not expecting me. He's a close personal friend.

- John. John, I gotta talk to you... - JOHN: Charlie.

...on a deeply personal matter.

- The feces has hit the fan, John. - Okay.

I'm getting jammed, John.

Let's not voice-mail it, though, Charlie. Okay?

Some, uh, some malevolent asshole,

has sent these pictures to my wife, huh.

To Kitty, John. Can you believe that?

Who do you think might have done it?

I have no grievances with anyone. You know that, John.

And I, uh, stayed up last night, but I thought, maybe,

there might be someone who has grievances against me.

These people, I may have inadvertently offended

in business transactions. Uh, kited checks,

- and things of that sort. - Okay, okay. Let's not get

ahead of ourselves. Sit down.

Go ahead. Sit down.

DONNA: 15th Detective Squad.

- They sent these pictures to Kitty? - Apartment on Fifth.

What'd she say?

She said, "How can you do this to us?" Then she went to Mustique.

She went to Mustique, John.

She would not go there it's the off-season,

unless she was incredibly grief-stricken, and distraught.

Okay, say she was comin' back?

Of course, she's coming back.

She's a grown up. She'll learn to deal with this.

We got to find the prick that did this!

Who gets hurt here, John? Not me.

Not me. Kitty, and Minette. two of the most extraordinary,

decent women to ever grace this planet.

Okay, I can't help you officially, but let's think about this.

- First, of all the people on this list. - (PHONE RINGING)

These are personal friends of mine. That's what hurts me.

Let me tell you what I'm thinking. (CLEARS THROAT)

Um, they have no motive to do this because,

if they break you up, they don't get any money, right?

Has there been another extortion attempt you haven't told me about?

John, I am trying to protect,

my ass, and my marriage. I am being totally honest with you.

Which is why I don't think it's anybody on the list.

Which leaves Minette, right?

(GASPS) Minette?

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

She ever ask you to leave your wife?

She talk about you guys splitting up?

Minette?

- That little bitch. - (PHONE RINGING)

She maneuvered me into these photographs. That's it.

She probably paid the photographer with my own money. That's it.

I open up my heart, and allow her to make a home there.

And what does she do? She defecates on my broadloom!

Well, the scales have fallen from these eyes of mine.

I am gonna put a ten-ton weight.

On that worthless bag of gumbo if I ever find her.

Charlie, you're talking like an asshole.

Listen to me, John.

If I wasn't really rich, I'd be an asshole.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Taxi! - ANDY: Sylvia.

SYLVIA: Oh. Wait, wait.

- What's goin' on? - SYLVIA: Nothin' much.

- I picked your dad up a birthday present. - From Yanni's.

Yeah, it's a Greek shop, you know.

If he doesn't like it, or it doesn't fit, he can exchange it.

I'm sure he will love it.

(GRUMBLES) I got the receipts.

That was very thoughtful of you.

You know, I gotta be in court tomorrow afternoon,

so I thought that I'd meet you here,

and then we'd just go over together about six?

- Okay. - Or you know, if you still have work,

I'll go to the restaurant myself, and you can meet me there.

I, uh, I don't feature me goin' in there on my own,

first time meeting your whole family.

Would you stop worrying?

These are the least formal people you will ever meet.

Look, I've been thinking. I'm not gonna dance.

Whatever you wanna do.

- Is that gonna make everybody mad? - (SYLVIA CHUCKLES)

Andy, this is a birthday party.

People are going to have fun.

And whatever you wanna do, it's gonna be fine. Okay?

Okay.

All right. I'm gonna meet you here... at six.

ANDY: Yeah.

I'll break some plates, but, uh, I'm not gonna dance.

Okay.

MALE VOICE: Hey, Paul, come here.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

- Hey, Detective. - JOHN: Hey, good morning.

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

I'm being promoted. I'm getting my shield.

- JOHN: Is that right? - JANICE: Yeah.

Lastarza's going to DEA.

Guess he wanted to take out an insurance policy.

Well, good luck with that.

I'm being assigned to Intelligence,

but that isn't effective for about a month.

I'll be in squad until then, unless you object.

- Fancy's gonna talk to you about it. - Hmm, how do you feel about it?

I feel okay if you feel okay about it.

I mean I... I don't have any problems with it.

Well, I'll talk to him. And congratulations.

- Yeah. Thanks. - JOHN: Yeah.

(SIREN BLARING)

- JOHN: Hey, it's Mrs. Fancy. - Hey, Detective.

- How ya doin'? - Great. Thanks.

Lieutenant, your wife's here.

- Hi. - The girls are fine, Art.

Everybody's fine.

So what's going on? I wanna buy you an early lunch.

Well, let me, uh, make a few phone calls, and grab my coat.

Okay.

Got it, but no. What was that first name again?

- "Minette." 214 James Street. - (PHONE RINGING)

- Got it. Mm-hmm. - (PHONE RINGING)

- That's Minette Coleman? - Yeah. Shooting homicide. White female.

That's Charlie Lear's mistress.

Your friend that stole that F train two years back?

Yeah, he was in here all pissed off at her today.

ANDY: For what?

Somebody sent his wife some pictures of him and her.

- Him and this Minette? - That Minette.

It's hard to figure your buddy would come here and talk to you,

- and then go whack this girl. - JOHN: I know.

- Of course, he did steal the F train. - That's right.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

I, uh, I saw a man leave her apartment about two-and-a-half hours ago.

Uh-huh. Can you describe him?

Well, I mostly saw him from the back, uh,

He's 5'10", brown hair. He had a camel's hair coat on.

And he looked like a guy I'd seen visit her before.

And when he was leaving, he was, uh, creating kind of a ruckus.

Muttering to himself profanities, and stuff.

- You talk to him? - No, no.

About two, or three times, though, in the next hour, I thought about him,

and how I'd heard like a car backfire

a few minutes before he left Minette's apartment,

and I thought, you know, maybe I should check on Minette.

And make sure she's okay, and, uh,

when she didn't answer, I just had a feeling

I had to call you guys.

- 'Cause she was home. - What do you do, Mr. Gaines?

I'm a night RN, at Saint Vincent's.

If you saw this guy again, you think you could ID him?

Well, I don't know. I'd give it a whirl.

- All right. Thanks for your help. - Yeah. No problem.

- You have my numbers if you need me. - Yeah. Thanks.

(SIREN BLARING)

ME says she was shot through the pillow.

Yeah. This is no good, Andy. This guy just described Charlie Lear.

Excuse me. Detectives, this just came in over the radio.

Sanitation worker found a gun in a dumpster three blocks

over on Sixth Avenue by the basketball courts.

- Okay. Tell 'em we're on our way over. - Yes, sir.

Look at it this way, John.

Would your pal be bright enough to toss his iron?

I mean, if he had a gun, wouldn't you figure he'd be more the type,

to be shopping over at Barney's now

with the butt stickin' out of his waistband?

You wanna tell me what's going on?

I'm pregnant, Art.

- How did that happen? - We both know how that happens.

I don't understand. You're telling me the birth control failed?

Yes, it failed.

- (SIGHS) - It happens, Art.

Dr. Sloan said there's a small percentage of times when something goes wrong.

- I can't believe what I'm hearing. - I thought you'd be happy.

The doctor said you weren't supposed to be pregnant again.

- The last time was too hard. - I just came from seeing him.

He thinks it'll be all right.

There's only a very small chance there'll be any problem.

A small chance.

Arthur, everything doesn't always go according

to plan. Not everything goes by the book.

- Did you do this on purpose? - How can you ask me that?

- So, that's a no. - That's a no.

But if you're asking, do I regret having a life inside me,

the answer to that is no also.

- Can't you be happy? - That your life might be at risk?

That we're going to have another child.

No, I'm not going in there with you.

Lillian, let's sit down, and let's talk about this.

No, Art. I'm going home.

I don't wanna sit down with you.

I don't wanna have a meal with you. I don't wanna look at you.

You break my heart.

JOHN: FATN kicked that gun back we got from the dumpster.

Turns out it was registered to this Charlie.

- That's your friend? - Yeah. I put him in front of a lineup,

but I couldn't get a positive ID.

- Andy's got the guy in interview? - Yeah. You want me to get off this?

Well, do you think your knowing the guy could help us?

Yeah, I think so. I mean, he's kind of a flake,

but I usually can make sense out of him.

All right, well, it's Sipowicz's case. You work it with him.

Okay.

- Um, John? - Yeah.

- Janice Licalsi's getting her shield. - Yeah, I know. She told me.

Um, would you mind her working in the squad

till she goes over to Intelligence?

I don't foresee a problem with that.

- As far as your personal relationship, - Yeah, that's all.

- that's settled? - Yeah, that's over.

- Okay. - Okay.

Charlie, that pistol we pulled out of the dumpster,

three-blocks away, that's registered to you.

The last time I saw that pistol,

was three months ago bouncing around my underwear drawer.

Anybody could've picked it up. John?

I wasn't ID'd, was I? Not by these people in this lineup, huh?

- Where were you for the last few hours? - I wasn't ID'd, was I?

'Cause if I was ID'd, I'm gonna check into the puzzle house.

The ID was inconclusive, but where were you, Charlie?

I can tell you if I have to.

This qualifies as a jam, Charlie. I'd recommend you tell us.

I was at my other girlfriend's. Claudia. Claudia Lowe. She's a good kid.

Claudia's misfortune in life, she happens to be trapped in a loveless marriage.

I would appreciate it if you would approach her discretely.

We'll do what we can. Does Claudia live with her husband?

Yeah. Yeah, she does, uh, he's, uh, not in town a lot. He's a salesman.

Sells sectional garage doors. I think he's in Detroit today.

- He may be back by now. - You got an address?

Yeah. Yeah. Um.

She, uh, She lives in Chelsea on 21st Street.

This is the phone number.

You call it, and then hang-up.

Then call it again. If someone answers, and hangs up,

that's Claudia indicating

that there's no longer a husband on the premises,

- and it's safe to come over. - Sit down.

Come on, John. I gotta pick up my Trevor.

Poor guy. He's an alkie. I pick him up every week at this time.

Yeah? What, you take him to a meeting or something pious like that?

No, I take him to the Harvard Club to get loaded.

Are you a risk of flight, Charlie?

Look, you guys, um, I came in here,

I come under my own hook.

I give up Claudia's name. She's gonna say, I'm not guilty. I didn't do it.

Now, in case you haven't noticed, I am very torn up about this thing,

and I would like to go and medicate my grief.

You better make yourself available to us.

- On my honor. - Mm-hmm.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Oops. I was expectin' someone else.

Yeah, I can see that. New York City police

detectives. Can we come in?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV)

CLAUDIA: Uh, what's this about anyways? I'm expecting someone.

- Would that be Charlie Lear? - What's this have to do with Charlie?

Is he in trouble or somethin'?

Mrs. Lowe, what were you doing between nine, and 11:00 this morning?

Uh, watchin' TV, sleepin'.

Alone?

This is about Charlie, isn't it?

Right. He gave you the number. You used the signal.

Between nine, and 11:00?

If Charlie says he was here, he was here.

No, that's not the way it works. Do you say he was here?

(SIGHS) Sure. He was here.

- What time was he here? - I'm not positive. I was asleep.

I heard the door, and I never looked at the clock.

So he didn't use the phone, and he didn't use the signal.

He might have. I might have gone back to sleep.

- What time did he leave? - I'm not positive.

I don't get up until late.

So whenever he said he left, he left, okay?

Look, um, my husband, he doesn't have to know about this, does he?

Would you be willing to testify in court that Charlie was here this morning?

Is this something serious?

Yeah. Just like the penalties for perjury.

Oh, God.

(SIGHS) Uh, yeah.

Sure. He was here. He was here. Okay?

- We'll be in touch. - (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- I, uh... I... I... I... - (PHONE RINGING)

I wanna be straightforward about this. I am beginning to feel resentful.

- I also want to say... - Here we go.

...that if my reputation at the club wasn't already tarnished,

your guys pulling me out of there like that put it in the crapper.

Your alibi doesn't stand up, Charlie.

What do you mean? I said I was with Claudia.

I had sex with her one-and-a-half times.

- She didn't mention that. - Women. Well, it happens to be true.

She said you might have been there.

She doesn't remember when you arrived or when you left.

She said she was asleep.

Sleeping while I had sex with her? What does that say about me?

Look, I'll tell you what it is. Claudia's a good woman, but naive about the world.

You scared her. You scared her bad. You scared her bad, Kelly.

You mistook her nervousness for a lack of conviction.

Now, you let me go and talk to her,

I will get her over this case of the vagues in a hurry.

- Did you do this? - I did not.

You were loaded. You were pissed off about the pictures.

Did you go over to Minette's?

- I didn't kill anybody, John. - Maybe you were too drunk to remember.

Look, I'm not gonna say I have total recall,

about every event since my christening,

so you just let me go and talk to Claudia, okay?

- Nope. - Are you puttin' a bag on me?

I'm gonna read you your rights too. Come on

I said I didn't do it

- and you're puttin' a bag on me! - All right, come on Charlie let's go.

- Come on. - You guys are now gonna have

a chance to go a round with The Cobra.

- What do you mean, "The Cobra"? - Alan Biden.

Alan Biden started two years behind me at Harvard.

And by the time I graduated, he was in second-year law.

Believe me, The Cobra is gonna get his way,

and, John, I am particularly displeased with you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey. - Hi.

So I guess I show up in the squad tomorrow, huh?

Yeah. Hey, it'll be good.

By any chance, you wouldn't feel like going for a beer, would you?

- Touchin' base? - I'm working on this guy.

Well, I wanted to tell you that I'm glad we're gonna get to work together.

The last couple months haven't been that great for me.

And I know it may be awkward starting out, but I think we can get past that,

and I'd like us to wind up friends.

I'd like that too. Let's see what happens, all right?

- See ya, John. (CHUCKLES) - All right.

- He make his call? - Yeah. To The Cobra.

I think all lawyers should have reptile nicknames.

JOHN: Hmm.

- Did he kill this girl? - I don't know.

- (PHONE RINGING) - (JOHN SIGHS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Time for bed, girls.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- Good night, baby. - FEMALE VOICE: Good night, Dad.

- (ARTHUR GRUNTS) - Good night, Mom.

- LILLIAN: Good night, sweetie. - Good night.

Good night, you. (GRUNTS)

Sweet dreams.

(SIGHS)

Arthur, are you asking me to get an abortion?

Is that what you want?

- You know what I believe about that. - LILLIAN: Then why are you being

- this way? - Let me finish.

You know what I believe...

but if your life's gonna be jeopardized,

You should talk to the doctor. He thinks it'll be all right.

What if it isn't?

I don't wanna lose you.

I don't want the girls to lose you.

I know what's in your deepest heart, Arthur.

I'm asking you to let life in. Let this life in.

I think it's too much of a risk.

I'm having this child.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

I don't believe for a minute that Charlie killed that girl.

I don't believe that you believe it, John.

You just got back from Mustique?

Putting Charlie's peccadilloes into the proper perspective.

Sexual fidelity has never been Charlie's strong suit.

He's suffered from these, uh, transient infatuations for years,

as you well know.

We even joke about it, Charlie and I. (CHUCKLES)

Do you know what I told him this morning?

"Charlie," I said, "If anything ever happened to your pecker,

"I don't know what the hell you'd use to think with."

Mrs. Lear, have you let go of any of the help recently,

maybe, uh, being unreliable, taking things?

Mm-hmm. No one. No.

Anyone have access to the apartment,

who might wanna put Charlie in trouble, make him look like he did this?

(INHALES DEEPLY) Oh, you're thinking about the gun now,

that Charlie's gun was used in the shooting?

Well, we're not bears for security,

but no, no one specific comes to mind.

Did you know the dead woman, Minette Coleman?

(SCOFFS) Hardly. Well, except as a type.

Oh, they're all very much the same, John,

these, um, women of Charlie's.

These other women don't bother you?

Well, it's been awkward at times.

- And embarrassing, right? - Well, I've never much cared,

or had to care what other people think.

Who do you think sent these pictures?

Well, I assume she did, the... the girl who was killed.

Charlie said they were addressed to you.

- Yeah. - JOHN: You have that envelope?

No. I... I threw it away.

(SIGHS) Charlie's being arraigned this afternoon.

He told me not to come down. He sounded upset.

Charlie hates being unhappy.

Thanks for your help.

Tell him, um...

I asked for him.

I'll do that.

(SIRENS IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Say she set him up. She had access to the gun.

Yeah, but what do you do about that witness description?

And the mistress whose story limps that he was there?

You know what? Let's go call this mistress again.

- I'll give her a call. - Yeah.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

John! The Cobra has struck.

- Look who's here. - CHARLIE: I'm out.

Had to put up a cool million, John, that was the bond.

When this news reaches certain quarters,

four or five of the city's most cooperative and beloved bankers,

are gonna go into simultaneous arrest.

I'll make that call.

Keep stepping on your joint, Charlie.

John, I tell you what I'm gonna do.

I am gonna personally sleuth the hell out of this case,

to find out who has cast this shadow over Kitty's, and my, life.

No, you're not. You are gonna check into a hotel.

You are gonna stay away from Kitty, and you are not gonna see this girl.

- I can't spend time by myself. - You better figure out how, Charlie.

What if I did this, John?

- (PHONE RINGING) - I'm gonna have to take you to jail.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

- ANDY: Hey. - Hey.

Lear's girlfriend said her husband's gonna be there tonight.

- She'd see us tomorrow morning. - All right.

What happened to good-time Charlie?

I sent him over to a hotel.

Well, that's probably just where he went.

Yeah. Hey, you got that birthday thing tonight.

Mm-hmm.

You haven't met her family yet, have you?

(SIGHS) No. This is it.

They're probably expecting, some young, hotshot, DA type.

I walk in.

I got her father a present.

- What'd you get him? - A Greek fisherman's cap.

Their, uh, family's from some island over there. They all used to fish.

- He doesn't like it, he can take it back. - JOHN: Hmm.

John, uh, you think my hair's too long?

Too long?

- Yeah, in the back, smart-ass. - Hey, man, you look great. You look fine.

- ANDY: Yeah? - Yeah.

- Knock 'em dead. - (SIGHS)

- All right? Knock 'em dead. - Yeah. Thanks.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Hi.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I am Kostas Costas.

(SIGHS) I am Andy Sipowicz.

- No, my friend. - No?

You are Andreas Sipowicz.

- Theo. Put your cup down. - THEO: What?

And you, you are my Argyro.

I'm his Sylvia.

Tell the others to come meet Andy.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

These are my brothers.

- This is Spiro. - SPIRO: Yes, yes. Welcome, Andreas.

- Little George. - GEORGE: Ah, Andreas.

ANDY: What? Oh?

My grandfather was also George.

KOSTAS: Theo. He's not so little, huh?

No, no. He's a... he's a big guy.

- My niece, Eleni. - How do you do?

- Andreas, I prepare all this myself. - (CHUCKLES)

- I closed at three o' clock. - It looks great.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Coca-Cola. - Nothing more.

Uh, thank you.

No.

No, you don't have to go behind a barn here.

People drink in front of me all the time.

- You sure, Andreas? - Yeah, it's okay.

Okay, Okay. Let's drink. Let's drink.

- (CHUCKLES) - Let's drink.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Uh, happy birthday.

- For me? Thank you. - ANDY: Oh, yes.

Yasou, Kostas!

ALL: Yasou!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You think I am alcoholic?

I wouldn't know, Theo.

- You gotta figure that out on your own. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I am drinking since I am 12 years old.

Well, there you go then, hmm?

Andreas, I'm wearing my new hat.

- Looks good. - I love this hat! (CHUCKLES)

I come to this country. I start out by washing dishes.

Next I am busboy, and then I manage a restaurant at night.

Many hours work. My lovely wife stays beside.

My brothers, they come one by one.

Many years work.

We own our own restaurant, and then two more.

And then we have this girl, this,

Sylvia. This wonderful Sylvia. My Argyro.

With her beautiful eyes where I can still see her mother.

Andreas, I do not ask what your intentions are, huh?

Whatever they are, they are your own business.

I have good intentions.

This is your own business, your intentions for Sylvia.

My intentions are good. They're real good. The best.

If you ask for her hand, it's your own schedule, huh?

Argyro, come.

She makes me very proud, this tiger,

this fighting district attorney.

And tonight, we toast her happiness,

and we toast the man who made her happy.

Huh? Now, you don't have to toast, okay?

Don't worry about bad luck, or anything not to toast to your beloved.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MALE VOICE: Hey.

- FEMALE VOICE: Opa! - MALE VOICE: Opa!

- Sylvie, you have a phone call. - I gotta call I gotta take.

(CROWD CHEERING)

ELENI: You'll be fine.

KOSTAS: Yorgo. Yorgo.

ELENI: Oh, you're doing great.

SYLVIA: George, you look like you're gonna fall over.

You are great. Oh, yeah. I'm a real pistol.

- Andy, I gotta go. - What do you mean?

I gotta take a statement from a dying witness.

Would you mind taking me?

Well, how many hugs you gotta get in order to get outta here?

Listen, If the statement doesn't take too long,

you want some company later?

We'll see how it goes.

Andy, this has been the greatest night of my life.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Hello?

LILLIAN: Sorry, sweetie.

I thought we decided not to pierce your ears for another year.

I know. Am I grounded?

- No. - Does that mean I can pierce mine?

No.

- Do it every hour. Don't forget. Okay. - FEMALE VOICE: Okay.

I'm ready to accept that we're gonna have this child.

- That's big of you. - I'm not saying it right, okay--

Then what are you saying, Arthur?

I guess I trained myself not to want things,

not to want what I can't have.

- But we can have this. - I was worried for you,

and I kept reminding myself how dangerous it was for you.

And I just equated it...

with your dying.

That if I wanted it, I'd lose you.

And now you're telling me it's okay,

and I just couldn't make that leap.

All I could think about was losing everything.

You're not gonna lose me, Art.

I'm so sorry, baby.

I want this child more than anything.

I just couldn't make that leap.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

I think it's gonna be a boy.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

- (INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONCLUDES) - Andy?

- Andy. - ANDY: I don't want any company.

Andy? Open the door.

Please.

- There. The door's open. (DOG BARKING)

Shut up. Will you shut the hell up.

- (DOG BARKING) - ANDY: Shut the hell up.

- (DOG BARKS) - ANDY: Shut up. Come on. Shut up.

You, uh, you want a refreshment of some kind?

A little rub of the brush?

Andy, I don't understand. What happened?

You don't understand? Huh? Wh... wh... What part don't you understand?

I thought you were okay. I thought you had just that one sip for the toast.

And that you were okay.

I don't take one little Greek toast like some kinda fag.

I drink, I drink.

So you stopped and bought a bottle, huh?

ANDY: What is this, some kind of interrogation of some kind?

No, I just want to know... what happened.

(SIGHS) I had a couple of drinks is what happened.

You were doing so great with that.

Look, I had... I had the one drink.

And that was okay, so, I had a second one.

And... (SIGHS)

... I, uh, I watched some TV.

And the TV pissed me off, so I took care of that.

I... I did a little repair job.

That was... that was around the fourth drink.

You like this so far? Huh?

- You like this story? No? - No?

Then get the hell outta here. Go on back to them friggin' bunch of Greek maniacs.

- Andy. - ANDY: Get out. Go on. Just get

the hell outta here. (PANTS)

Go on back to those, uh,

those happy-go-lucky bunch of moron sheep herders.

- (SOBS) - ANDY: Asking me what my intentions are.

(SIGHS) Lulu.

(SIGHS) I got a joke.

(CHUCKLES) What's your father's middle name?

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - Kostas. (CHUCKLES)

Kostas. Kostas, Kostas, Kostas, Cost...

Kost... (CHUCKLES) ...Bunch of friggin' Greek maniacs.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - Get outta here.

- (DOG WHIMPERING) - Get the hell out.

Yeah.

- (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING) - (EXHALES)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

- Sorry I'm late. - No problem.

How'd it go last night with Sylvia's family?

We got along okay.

MALE VOICE: Are you comin' with us?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING OVER TV)

I really don't like this.

I'm in a difficult position with my husband.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - We appreciate your talkin' to us again.

I will unofficially say that Charlie was here with me,

but I will not confirm it due to my domestic circumstances.

- I was hopin' you'd understand that. - Hey, Claudia, how come you say

Charlie Lear was with you when this... this other girl got murdered,

but you say it so we think you're lyin'?

- I was unclear about the time. - Or maybe you are sure

that he was with you. But you got a reason to make us think differently.

I don't understand what you're sayin'.

I wouldn't figure that the reason was yours, Claudia,

'cause, no offense, but you don't seem too smart to me.

So let's say that somebody paid you to have the reason, right?

(INHALES) You got money problems.

Uh, maybe your old man's not selling too many garage doors,

so someone comes along,

and they offer you money to jam up Charlie Lear.

I will not be talked to this way.

You see, here is a rare case

- where bein' stupid can help you, Claudia. - (GASPS)

If this wasn't your idea, then you got a fine opportunity

to step up and tell your story. And by doing that,

you can avoid havin' a 25-year bite,

- taken out of your potentially fine life. - Andy.

Otherwise, you sit there

- breathin' through your mouth... - JOHN: Andy.

- ...and we'll build a case around you. - Andy.

Hmm.

Here.

Claudia, I think you're servin' somebody else's interest here.

It's time to be smart, think about yourself,

and tell me exactly what happened. That's all you have to do, okay?

(EXHALES)

All I was supposed to do was to get Charlie here,

and to keep him here.

And if anybody came askin', back away from the story.

See, I was pissed off. I didn't know about the other mistress.

So, Charlie was here when he said he was here.

CLAUDIA: Yeah, he was here with me.

- I don't know who killed that girl. - ANDY: Who paid you?

Who paid you?

I should have a lawyer.

Should I have a lawyer?

You can have a lawyer, or you can be smart.

(EXHALES)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(SIGHS)

- Mrs. Lear. - Mm-hmm. Come in.

CHARLIE: Hey, John.

Charlie, what are you doing here?

I tried to do what you said, John,

but I went to three hotels, and I sacked three minibars.

- Where's Kitty? - Hey, uh, can I get you some...

- Can I get someone to get you somethin'? - No, you can't. Charlie, where's Kitty?

CHARLIE: She, uh, she's probably in her room, you know. (EXHALES)

- (DRINK SLOSHING) - CHARLIE: It's all over, guys.

It's 99 percent I did it.

Say, I had the means, the motive, the opportunity.

All you're missin' is the balls.

I thought about that, but I was in a blackout.

I was like a blood-mad dog.

You go throw yourself in the shower...

- (CHARLIE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) - ANDY: ...or rinse your head in the can.

- Our business is with your wife. - I don't even know wha...

KITTY: What is it?

You're under arrest, Mrs. Lear.

- Uh, I don't understand? - ANDY: You don't?

Little Claudia gave you up.

You need a lawyer.

You wanna find out how much time off you can get for givin' up

whoever it is that you paid to dress up like Charlie and kill that girl.

CHARLIE: You did it?

- JOHN: Charlie. - Kitty, you set me up.

JOHN: Charlie. CHARLIE: You...

- JOHN: Calm down. Charlie? - ...blackhearted, joy-hating pig.

- I hate you, Charlie. - I bet you do!

- I bet you do! - JOHN: Hey!

- Andy, take her back. I'll meet you there. - CHARLIE: I bet you do.

- You nefarious bitch! - KITTY: I want to call my attorney.

No, you'll call from the station house, just like a regular stiff from the street.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Just like you're Joe the ragman.

- No, no, no! - JOHN: You don't calm down,

you're goin' with them. You hear me?

(CHARLIE GRUNTS, SOBS)

(SIGHS)

One heck of a turn of events, huh, John?

I want you to stay put. I want you to stay right here. Okay?

(SOBS)

They cut me orders for another chance, didn't they, John?

- Yeah, they did. - (PANTS)

So, maybe I'm gonna check

into one of those detox centers in Minnesota

where they make the movie stars make their very own beds.

Maybe re-check into the Oak Room at the Plaza.

But I'm gonna... I'm gonna go to sleep.

And I'm gonna sleep because I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't kill anybody.

MALE VOICE: The information is on the hot sheet.

You have a copy of that?

Kitty's in consultation with her shyster. I'll hang around, take her to booking.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

- (DOOR CLOSES) - (ANDY EXHALES)

Okay, let's talk about this.

- (EXHALES) - (PLASTIC RUSTLING)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFS)

I got drunk last night.

- At the party? - No.

At that party, I had a half a swig of that ouzo or whatever the hell it is

those people drink. I got drunk at home.

- Why'd you get started? - For good luck.

They were toastin' Sylvia.

(CHUCKLES) And there's no lightnin' bolts.

The ground doesn't open up.

Hey, I'm cured. You know, I can drink like a normal person. (SNIFFS)

So l... let me stop and pick up a bottle

of Old Rotgut Premium Special Reserve, show how far I've come.

What'd she see?

She heard enough. She got the gist.

This was a mistake, right? It does not erase ten months.

Ah, you should've heard the things I said to her, John.

- JOHN: It was the booze, Andy. - I drank that booze.

This was a mistake. That's all it was.

I wanted to be through with it, John.

You don't just, uh, deduct a day from your total.

- You gotta start all over. - Then start over.

I'm afraid to go outside.

Okay, you know what we're gonna do?

You come have dinner with me, and you can take her to the booking later.

- No. I'm gonna stick around. - Come have dinner with me.

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - No, I'm gonna stay here.

- (PHONE RINGING) - Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey. Good job today, John. - Thanks, Lieutenant.

Um, you know where I can find some roses?

Um, how about on the corner of Seventh?

- Are they fresh? - Yeah, they sell. What's up?

Lillian and I are gonna have another baby.

- Oh, yeah? - ARTHUR: Yeah.

- You know, as long as everybody's healthy. - JOHN: Congratulations.

- Yeah. Good night. - Good night, pops.

ARTHUR: Good night, Donna. DONNA: Good night, Lieutenant.

I have a message for you.

- (CLEARS THROAT) How ya doin'? - I'm good.

How about you?

I'm doin' all right.

JANICE: Busy day, huh?

Yeah. We made a collar on that, uh, shooting homicide.

- Surprise perp, huh? - Yeah.

- Quiet day for me. - They'll probably bring you along slow.

- Yeah. - (INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

- Hey. - Hey.

- JOHN: Hey, the Coppertone Girl. - Yeah. I, uh...

Oh, uh, Janice Licalsi, Robin Wirkus.

- How ya doin'? - I'm okay.

Robin was in the Bahamas.

Oh, yeah? That's nice.

- Um. I got some phone calls to make. - Okay.

- JANICE: It was nice meeting you. - You too.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oh wow.

I threatened to stop by as soon as I got back,

- Hmm. - so here I am.

JOHN: Yeah. I can see that. Nice surprise.

- Is this okay, me stopping by? - Yeah. No, it's fine.

Well, would you like to get something to eat?

JOHN: Let's do that.

- It's started to rain. - Yeah.

Good night.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

Uh, (CLEARS THROAT) can I talk to you a second?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I, uh...

I apologize for ruining everything like that.

- I apologize for everything. - (PHONE RINGING)

Anyways...

You're a drunk.

Yeah.

SYLVIA: Are you gonna keep drinking?

I don't want to. No.

I don't wanna hurt you like that.

Or yourself.

Yeah. I don't wanna do that either.

I'm gonna have to think about all this, Andy.

I expected you would.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)