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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN BLARES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

11:30 sharp, John, I got to go see Dan Breen.

- I canceled on him twice. - JOHN: Okay, no problem.

- He gets all upset. - (SIREN BLARING)

Oh, man.

(CLEARS THROAT)

No bruises, no strangulation marks, one gunshot wound.

Eighteen-month-old female.

She was in the baby seat when she was shot.

- This the driver over here? - OFFICER: Yeah, that's him.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MALE VOICE: Whatever you need, we got it for you.

I'm Detective Kelly. You're the driver of the car?

Yeah. Yeah. God Almighty.

What's your name?

Duane Rollins. My girlfriend's kid got shot.

See who fired the gun?

No, I didn't see anything. I was just driving along all of a sudden,

they were beside at me shooting at me, came out of nowhere.

- How many were there? - (SIGHS) I don't know.

Two? Driver and a shooter, or...

I guess so. They just shot then they took off.

Did you get a look at the car?

Maybe it was brown. I don't know.

You think of anybody who might be after you?

No. No. It was one of those drive-by things.

- (PAGER BEEPS) - JOHN: Where's the mother?

DUANE: I don't know. She didn't come home last night.

Simmons, let me use your phone.

Can you spell the mother's name?

- DUANE: R-O-W-E. Sandy Rowe. - JOHN: Okay.

JAMES: How you doing?

What was the baby's name?

Tiffany.

Yeah. Who's this?

Lois, what are you, nuts?

(SIREN BLARING)

Oh, nice. Real nice. All right, you better call 911.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- OFFICER: Move back. - Yeah. Okay, I'll come right over. Yeah.

- You guys live together? - ANDY: John.

- I got to go. Personal situation. - JOHN: You all right?

- Yeah. I'll tell you about it later. - JOHN: All right.

- ANDY: Thanks. - John, can I talk to you?

- Sure. Hang loose, Duane. Okay? - DUANE: Yes, sure.

JAMES: There's a witness here that saw the car chase.

Saw that guy driving away from another car.

- JOHN: Let him through. - Mr. Spinks, this is Detective Kelly.

How do you do, I understand you saw what happened?

Well, I heard 'em way back there. Tires screeching.

Then they come up on this street over here that's where I was walking.

Then they chased him up here.

Near this corner that's he started shooting.

- See any faces? - MR. SPINKS: No. Uh...

All I saw was a gray car when they was racing past.

Two guys. I couldn't even tell if they were white or Black.

Okay, thanks for your help.

- Thank you, James. - JAMES: Okay.

Duane, I want you to come back to the station house with me.

- We need to talk about this a little more. - I don't know anything else.

I understand that, but I want you to come with me.

- What for? - Duane,

we gotta get in that car over there. Let's go.

(TRAIN RUMBLING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

- ANDY: Where is he? - Oh, thank you, Andy. I'm losing my mind.

ANDY: I can't believe that Howie Hornbeck...

LOIS: He came here after his night shift.

I mean, he always gets kinda worked up.

All of a sudden, he just... (BREATHES DEEPLY) ...he just kicked off.

It was horrible. I was so freaked out.

Ah, poor Howie.

He was getting too old for this.

He's married, of course. I got to get him to his car.

- It's at the lot at the station house. - (ANDY SIGHS)

- He didn't like to have it parked outside. - Look, I got an appointment coming up.

You sit tight until I get back. I'll take care of this.

No, Andy, you got to take him out now. I got people coming up here soon.

(CHUCKLES) You are a real piece of work, Lois. You...

Howie's not even cold yet, and you're worried

about your next John getting into the sack.

Andy, either take Howie now, or I'm going to call 911.

(SIGHS) Help me get him dressed.

- (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) - (ANDY GRUNTS)

Come on, Howie.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Vince Gotelli, night watch.

- Adrianne Lesniak. - You guys got a homicide?

Yeah. I'm a little late getting in.

- I had a situation at home. - I got to testify in court.

That's quite a cup.

- Yeah, isn't it? - Family heirloom?

- It's just for laughs. - I guess I don't get the humor.

What do you mean? It's my personal cup.

That's great. I just prefer not to see it.

How about if I put a brassiere on it?

I hope you stay on the night watch, Gotelli.

James, run this guy through BCI, okay?

- How about the girlfriend? - Girlfriend, too.

JAMES: Okay.

Greg, would you situate Duane for me, please?

Yeah. What's I.A.B. doing here?

- JOHN: I don't know. - Let's go down here.

- (EXHALES DEEPLY) - What are you doing here, Kimmy?

You tell me. Those guys brought me in here.

- How about you, Tahir? - They just said they want to talk to me.

ARTHUR: Use Interviews One and Two.

Uh, Lieutenant? I was gonna use One.

Then use the 124-room downstairs.

- JERRY: Let's go, Tahir. - Kimmy.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (KIMMY SIGHS) - Come on.

- Over here. - What's this about?

They're reinterviewing cases you worked on.

Can't they do that downtown?

They said the interviewees live in the precinct.

Where are you on that child homicide?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Uh, the mother's boyfriend had the little girl in the car.

He said it was a drive-by. I haven't been able to locate her, yet,

but I think he's all wrong. I don't know how yet.

Go get him.

They're doing this here...

to embarrass me.

(PHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How long have you lived at the hotel, Duane?

- DUANE: A couple of weeks. - Hmm.

Where did you live before that?

- Another hotel. - (CAR HONKING)

We are gonna need more help locating Sandy.

I told you she went out to see a friend.

And she left the child with you.

What was the friend's name?

She never said.

Never mentioned the friend's name?

I don't remember.

Her being out all-night, weren't you worried about Sandy?

DUANE: Yeah, I was worried.

I was driving around, looking for her when Tiffany got shot.

- Sandy work someplace? - She's looking for work.

John, you got a second?

- What's up? - This is Duane's rap sheet.

Sandy Rowe got popped for prostitution last night.

She's being arraigned this morning on Centre Street.

Yeah. Okay, let me take care of him.

- We'll go get her. - Okay.

GREG: Are you working, Duane?

DUANE: We've both been looking for work.

We haven't been in town very long.

And you came in from where?

Baltimore.

But you...

you used to live here.

So what?

Well, burglary, assault, possession of cocaine.

DUANE: You guys are really something.

I get used for target practice, and now I'm the criminal.

JOHN: I don't think this was a random shooting.

Well, what do you call it?

I think you know these people.

They chased you in traffic, in and out, for two blocks.

Was this fun for you guys?

I'm broken up about this kid, and you just want to harass my ass.

I don't care what else you're into, okay?

But you know these people.

They chased you and they shot an 18-month-old girl.

So, I want you to give them up.

I got nothing to tell you because I don't know who they were,

I don't know why they picked us.

We just picked up Sandy for prostitution.

We're going down to Centre Street to pick her up now.

So. while I'm there, I want you to sit here,

and think about your little scenario

'cause I wanna come back and get it right.

Got it?

Eighteen months old, Duane.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Eighteen months old.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN BLARING)

Howie, now I gotta make you presentable, here,

you dumb son of a bitch. Get your tongue inside there.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey. - The invisible man.

(SIGHS) Dan, I'm sorry about all the postponements.

Don't be sorry. Remedy your faults.

And I got to do it again. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

- What the hell is going on with you? - In general or right now?

DAN: Three telephone conversations in 24 days.

Yeah, I know. That's what I wanted to explain to you, Dan.

DAN: You say you've been going to meetings.

And I have been. I've been... I'm going to the 10:15's at Gramercy Park.

Okay, uh, I'll take your word for that, but it's evident something is going on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All right, look, Dan. (SIGHS) Uh...

There may be, uh... (CLEARS THROAT) ...an advancement

in my relationship with Sylvia.

Now, I wanted to discuss this with you in detail in a time of early convenience.

What kind of advancement?

Uh, we're talking about living together.

You were okay'd to have dinner with her.

I know, this is what I wanted to talk to you about.

And the next time I see you, you're cohabiting!

Will you listen to me, I have a completely pressing obligation...

You are a classic drunk!

You can't stay inside boundaries.

You walk in for dinner. You walk out, you're shacked up!

I'm surprised you didn't ask her to marry you!

I got to go. I'll talk to you later.

(SIREN BLARING)

ANDY: Hey! Hey, hey! Get away from the car!

Oh, hey, man, can you spare some change?

Uh, I'm not a drug addict or alcoholic, anything like that.

I got a job interview uptown, and I... But I haven't subway fare.

- Can you help me out? - Okay, here go on. Take off.

- And what's wrong with him? - Nothing. He's drunk like you.

- Now, get lost. - That man looks dead!

Will you get lost?

What... what did you do to him?

Hey, y'all! There's a dead man over here!

- Hey. You know what this means? - Yeah, yeah. You... you a cop.

- It means shut up and start walking. - All right, all right. I hear you.

- (CAR HONKING) - (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- (PHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Where is Duane? - We need to talk a little more,

and then maybe see Duane.

James, take her up to Interview, will you?

JAMES: Sure.

- Kimmy, come here. - Yeah.

- Who did you piss off? (SIGHS) - What did I.A.B. want?

They wanted to talk about when you got me that money after Nicky was shot.

I got you that money, so you could get out of town, right?

They wanted to know were you getting sex from me like that.

Is that why you got me the money.

- You told them the truth though, right? - (KIMMY EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'm not feeling so good.

Kimmy, you told them the truth though, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I said it wasn't like that.

I kind of got the feeling that was the B answer.

How was Florida?

Uh, I was gonna go, you know, but I...

- I kind of got into some behavior. - Hmm, okay.

Take care of yourself, okay?

(CHUCKLES) You, too.

- (PHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- How old are you, Sandy? - Nineteen.

Do you know if Tiffany said anything? If she was alive at all afterward?

I think she died right away.

I know this is painful for you Sandy,

but I've got to ask you a few questions,

and it's important that you're honest with me.

- I understand. - JOHN: All right. Now, was anybody

- after Duane that you know about? - No.

Nobody he had run-ins with that you know about?

- SANDY: No. - JOHN: How long you two been together?

About six months, I guess.

How long you been turning tricks?

A couple of months. Not every day, though.

I just been going out once in a while.

Because it sounds to me like he's got a drug habit,

and that's why he's got you out there.

He doesn't use drugs.

- JOHN: Hmm. - (SIGHS)

I'm not here trying to bust him for that,

it's just that Tiffany was in the car with him when she got shot.

And we want to catch the people who did this.

I don't know anything.

Are you scared of him Sandy? Because we can protect you.

You're gonna be thinking about this the rest of your life.

I know that, I'm thinking of her every second now. (SOBS)

Do you wanna always remember that you didn't do anything about this?

I don't know anything. He never talked to me about business.

Was Duane dealing?

Look. Look, I just wanna look at my little girl, okay?

I just wanna see my baby.

Take her over to 30th Street, James.

Okay.

Come on, Sandy.

- (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES) - (DOOR CLOSING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- ANDY: Greg. Come here. - Hey, Andy.

Hey, come here. I wanna talk to you a minute.

Boy, that... that Cuban-American place is getting really popular for lunch.

- I was over there for lunch today. - Can you help me with something?

- GREG: Yeah. What's up? - Come here. I wanna ask you something.

Get in the car here. We got to go someplace.

GREG: That... that's Howie Hornbeck's car.

ANDY: Yeah, I know, Medavoy.

Where's Howie?

He's a couple of blocks from here in my car.

We're gonna drive over there, and then you're gonna drive my car back.

And... and then you'll ride back with Howie.

Yeah, I'll ride back with Howie. Would you please, just get in the car?

What your car go dead?

No, Medavoy. Howie's dead, in my car.

Now, I wanna move him into his car, but I don't want to do it

in front of the station house. Would you please just get in the car?

How... Howie's dead?

Medavoy, get in the car!

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

Let's, uh, put him in the passenger's seat.

And uh, when we get outside the station, we'll slide him over.

GREG: How many laws are we breaking?

What do you want me to do, Medavoy, huh?

Have him get found with a 40-dollar hooker?

- Here... here I'll get the feet. - GREG: Yeah, I'll take the top.

Here we go.

- On three. - ANDY: Yeah.

GREG: One, two, three!

- You get him. - ANDY: I got him. Yeah.

- GREG: Okay. (GRUNTS) - ANDY: Okay. (GRUNTS)

- GREG: Hurry. - Woah.

- (HOWIE FARTS) - (GROANS)

- Oh, jeez! - Oh, man, Howie. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- (GRUNTS) All right. - GREG: We gotta get the feet in first.

- We gotta get the feet in. - ANDY: Okay.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, man. He's got me all tangled up here. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

ANDY: All right. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- All right. Now, slide him over. - GREG: Why?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

So, I can grab his collar. Otherwise, I step on the brake,

he smashes in on the dashboard. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS, EXHALES DEEPLY) Ah, that's good.

- Here's my keys. - (SIREN BLARING)

GREG: Hey, Andy, something's not right.

- What? - Did you button these buttons?

I was in a hurry.

(GRUNTS)

MALE VOICE: Oh, that smells really nice.

- There. That's better. - All right. Close the door.

Does your car have any special handling traits?

No.

ADRIENNE: Jimmy, listen 'cause you need to see a doctor.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

'Cause you need treatment, Jimmy. (SNIFFLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Why?

You say that they're going to find me in a pool of blood?

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

Our lives are not over.

(INHALES DEEPLY) We should go on and find new lives.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Please, let me do that. Do it for yourself.

You stop this. I'm asking you for the last time.

I'm hanging up. I'm hanging up, Jimmy.

Oh, God. Please! (SNIFFLES) Leave me alone.

(SOBS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (PHONE RINGING) - (CAR HONKING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Miss Hypersensitive.

- I thought you were on night tour. - VINCE: I just finished in court.

- ADRIENNE: Yeah, well, leave me alone. - Oh, is someone about to get the curse?

ADRIENNE: (SIGHS) Gotelli.

You know, I was gonna get Band-Aids for this,

but, uh, I didn't have the time.

OFFICER: Any theft and burglary.

(CAR HONKING)

- (SIGHS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Sit down.

Sit down, Duane.

When am I getting released?

JOHN: I don't know.

Look, I didn't see 'em, I don't know 'em. What can I do?

If you were in the middle of a criminal act, say drug dealing,

when this child got killed in your car,

in the eyes of the law that's like pulling the trigger.

What's that bitch telling you I'm dealing?

- She's crazy. She out of her mind. - JOHN: You got a crack problem, my friend.

Yeah, that's a crock, too, but I'm handy. Pin something on me.

JOHN: Here's the other thing.

These guys that are after you

are not gonna letup after what you witnessed this morning.

Hey, you're not slick enough for this work.

I'm not dealing anything, and nobody's after me.

You believed everything that crazy bitch told you.

She lost her child this morning, I think you owe her a little respect.

Well, what about me? Where's my respect?

Be a man, and you'll get your respect.

The kid was killed in your car. You're responsible for that.

So, I want you to take responsibility for it and give me these guys.

I don't owe anybody anything.

I've been jerked around my whole life. Nobody ever gave me one damn thing.

So, you go on, you buck for your promotion.

I've been stepped on by badder guys

then you'll ever see in your wildest dreams.

I doubt that, Duane.

DUANE: No? I been screwed by experts since I was a kid.

You wanna see a victim of child abuse? You're looking at one.

Locked in closet's, beat with a board. You name it.

What do you know about what I had to go through to be a man?

- Sandy is out on the street... - DUANE: She was hustling when I met her.

Turning tricks, hooked on dope.

Now, her child has been killed. That's your fault.

Man, you're really simple.

I took her in off the street. She'd be dead if it wasn't for me.

I'm not any kind of damn pimp. (SCOFFS)

I tried to take her out of the life.

She sneaks off. She turns a trick once in a while.

I did the best I could for her. I tried to be a like father to that kid,

- but I can't control everything. - You're a liar, Duane.

Yeah, well, I don't care what you think.

I can look myself in the mirror anytime.

- What do you see? - DUANE: What do I see?

I see a good guy.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Okay, this is what we got.

(CLICKS TONGUE) You're not getting out of here.

I'm not bucking for any promotion 'cause I'm about strung up on this job.

So, if I have to lock the doors and pull the shades down in here

to get what I want from you, I will.

So, I want these guys. Got it?

(DUANE EXHALES DEEPLY)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Poor little baby, huh?

There, there. There, huh?

(SNIFFLES)

(SOBS)

Sandy,

in your daughter's memory, I want you to cooperate with us.

(SIREN BLARING)

Some dealers let Duane have credit on a quarter ounce...

'cause Duane had a buyer.

When the guy didn't show,

we did a lot of it.

Duane tried to talk his way out of it.

What he told me they were real pissed at him

for not coming up with money.

It could have been them.

Do you know their names?

Tito was one.

And I don't know their last names.

Duane would have to tell you.

JAMES: Do you know what they look like?

Where they deal out of? You ever seen 'em?

No.

(CHUCKLES) I don't think so.

Okay, okay. We'll get it off of Duane.

All right?

- (SIGHS) - JAMES: Come on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CLEARS THROAT) Sarge, Howie Hornbeck's dead.

Where is he? What happened?

In the parking lot in his car He's stoned dead.

Well, let me call EMS.

He worked a night through last night, he must have been out there all day.

- He must have had a heart attack, huh? - Yeah.

Yeah. This is the 15th Precinct. We need an ambulance to pronounce a DOA.

What's up?

(CLEARS THROAT) Howie Hornbeck died.

- Howie Hornbeck? - Howie Hornbeck.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

How can I help myself?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- JOHN: Done with this guy? - Yeah.

- JOHN: See you, Tahir. - See you, Detective.

JOHN: Mm-hmm, let me ask you a question.

You're using him to make a case against the wrong cop,

- is that correct? - Is that the question?

No, that's not the question. The question is if you're dealing with him

down on Hudson Street all the time, why reinterview on my collar up here?

It's called obeying orders. You ought to try it sometime.

Your orders are to humiliate me in my own house?

- I got to go. - I want an answer from you right now.

Go ahead, Detective. Make another mistake.

I was parked right next to him.

I must have walked right past him this morning.

I'll tell you, I'm taking a membership out of at one of them gyms.

- You hear about Howie Hornbeck? - The night tour guy? What happened?

I found him dead in his car.

- You're kidding me. - ARTHUR: Yeah, looks like a heart attack.

Sit at my desk, Sandy. All right? I'll be right back with you.

I don't think I'll be able to recognize any pictures.

- Go ahead. We'll see how you do. - Okay.

- JAMES: Just heard Howie Hornbeck died. - Yeah. How you doing with her?

She gave up the boyfriend's dealing. He had two guys mad at him one for burn.

- Think she can pick him out. - She doesn't think so.

All she had was the first name on one of 'em,

but, uh, I'm gonna run some photos anyway.

Where do we stand on the boyfriend?

JOHN: Well, he said he didn't see anything.

- Could he be telling the truth? - No.

HAVERILL: Lieutenant.

- You got a minute? - Yeah.

Stay on him.

- I got to talk to the ME. - Okay.

- What was that name she gave up? - Sandy?

- JOHN: Yeah. - Tito.

- Tito. Stay on her. - Okay.

- (PHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I gotta contact Hornbeck's family.

Don't take long.

Kelly's transferred to the borough. He's going to work dispatch.

I.A.B. goes through his laundry for a month.

- HAVERILL: I.A.B.'s a separate matter. - They come up with zilch.

I.A.B.'s inquiry is separate. It's my understanding it's not complete.

- And you still hang him out... - The man was borderline insubordinate.

He stinks from that trial, and he's reassigned.

- No, this stinks, Captain. - (SIGHS)

Let's you and me work a signal out, okay, Lieutenant?

If I'm here for your opinion on something,

I'll come in wearing a rose.

Let the man know.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- OFFICER: Presumptive test. - (PHONE RINGING)

DUANE: Here come the marines.

Story of your life, Duane.

- DUANE: What is? - In too long, out too soon.

I guess I'll be smart enough when I file for brutality.

For what? Nobody touched you.

And you could have walked out here, with some cash in your pocket.

Cash, huh?

- How would that have worked? - That's what I've been trying to tell you.

We got a two-year-old girl who's been shot here.

We got to clear that. We could have gone into our pockets for you.

But asshole that you are, you made me wait,

so I don't need you anymore. I got another witness.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

I don't think you have anything, or you wouldn't be talking to me.

I've got Tito.

(CAR HONKING)

JOHN: (INHALES DEEPLY) Tito rolled on his buddy,

and he got the deal that you could've had.

So, I got something.

- Is there any money left? - (CAR HONKING)

I'm gonna need full cooperation.

I'm gonna need names, places of business.

(INHALES DEEPLY) And then I've gotta prove

to the DA, you're not an asshole.

(CAR HONKING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(CLEARS THROAT) You're looking for me?

- Detective Sipowicz? - ANDY: Yeah.

I understand you discovered the body.

What was it a heart attack?

I think so. We'll verify in autopsy.

But I'm concerned about the body position.

What do you mean?

Lividity's all wrong for the position he's in.

Well, I, uh, I moved him a little.

See when I found him, he was kinda like he was sagging forward

on the steering wheel. I pulled him back.

When this man died, he wasn't sitting up at all.

The blood settled in the front of him.

If he'd been sitting up, it would've settled in the lower part of his body.

- (SIREN BLARES) - Anyways, it was a heart attack, right?

Also, the front of his shirt's tucked in his undershorts.

ANDY: What are you getting at?

I'd say somebody put Detective Hornbeck's clothes on him and moved him.

No, no. I totally disagree with that.

- You're speaking as a detective? - Yeah. As someone he worked with.

I met his wife. There wasn't a crime committed here.

This was natural causes.

I'm not saying it wasn't natural causes.

Now, what could have happened is maybe somebody pulled his pants up

or moved him from someplace to somewheres else.

That doesn't have to be part of the report.

- Why not? - Look...

you heard the expression, I wouldn't wanna get caught dead in a certain place?

- Sure. - Well, this could've been

that kind of situation. He could have been

in a place that he didn't wanna get caught dead in.

But that's what happened.

And then someone moved him after he expired

- to save him embarrassment. - ANDY: I would think so.

- You're confident that's what happened? - A 100 percent.

Because the lividity's all wrong.

I'm telling you, Doc... (EXHALES DEEPLY) ...you can sign off on this one.

(SIREN BLARES)

Okay.

He died in the car.

Okay.

You gonna show that to the DA?

Yeah.

But first, I want you to come out with us, and pick these guys out. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- In a lineup, right? - No. In the street.

You never had him.

You son of a bitchin' liar.

I'm going to get you the 2,000, Duane.

Maybe if these guys have federal beefs, I can relocate you.

Stand up.

Stand up, Duane, or I'm going to break your neck.

(SIREN BLARES)

Let's go.

Recognize anybody?

Stand right there. Andy, wanna take a ride?

He's going to help us pick out the shooters.

- Your car. Mine's airing out. - JOHN: Okay.

Lieutenant, he's gonna cooperate, and show us where to grab these guys up.

- Good. - How's Haverill?

Okay.

- DONNA: All right. - I'm doing this for you.

JOHN: Shut up, Duane. Let's go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- That's one of them. That's Tito. - Which guy?

The Puerto Rican. He's the one who was driving.

Ray's just inside the door.

- ANDY: The other guy. - DUANE: He's nobody.

- (RADIO STATIC) - Take him down. Biker jacket.

All right. Got it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- JAMES: I'm on it. - (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

JAMES: Don't make a sound. Keep your mouth shut.

- JOHN: Call Ray. - TITO: I don't know, no, Ray.

JOHN: Call for Ray, or I'll blow your brains out.

TITO: Yo, Ray!

- RAY: What? - Come here.

Get your hands up in the air! Turn around, keep your hands up in the air!

- ANDY: Keep 'em in the air. - Takin' ride downtown, all right.

Let's go.

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm putting in a 28. And I can't work my shift tonight,

you probably don't even know why, do you?

No and I probably don't need to.

Yeah, well, Howie Hornbeck was a friend of mine.

And he was as great a guy as you ever wanna know.

I had more laughs with Howie than anybody I ever worked with.

(SIREN BLARING)

I mean, there was the man who knew how to have a good time.

(SIREN BLARING)

And now it's over.

- I'm sorry. - VINCE: Oh, you're sorry.

You know that cup you went and broke?

OFFICER: That's not our business.

Howie gave me that cup.

- (PHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

That was my tit cup! (SOBS)

Detective Lesniak, Detective Abruzzo on two.

Tell him I'm not here.

OFFICER: I got him thanks.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hi, it's me, Sandy.

- Do I still have to look at more pictures? - No.

We just picked up the guys Duane told us about.

If he ID's them in lineup, there'll probably be an arrest.

- Do I have to leave now? - No. Not right away.

How's your headache?

I don't know where to go.

Everything's just so weird. I just...

I didn't know it all gets like this. (INHALES DEEPLY)

You gotta hold yourself together now, Sandy.

I can't handle this with Duane anymore. I just wanna be gone from all this.

Do you want to go be with your sister down in Florida?

I don't have any money. (SOBS)

What if I could get it for you, would you go?

Yeah, I'd get out New York so fast.

I'm gonna see what I can do.

Tiffany, you said that the charity buried Tiffany.

Right. The church'll bury Tiffany.

If you got me that money, maybe then I should use that for her.

That would be your choice.

But if you ask my opinion, I think you should go to your sister's.

- I'm gonna lie back down. - (SIREN BLARES)

Okay.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - I'll let you know what happens.

(SANDY GRUNTS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- That's the other one. That's Tito. - Say the number.

DUANE: Number two. You got 'em both.

All but number two go, please.

JOHN: (OVER PA) All right, everybody else, come on. Let's go.

- DUANE: What are you gonna do to him? - I'll charge him with murder.

Can't you mess him up or something?

Can I talk to you a second, John?

- Sure. - When you're done with Martinez,

- I need you in my office. - JOHN: Okay.

- I'll be right with you. - Is my money coming?

JAMES: It's on its way.

- What's going on? - It's about the money for this guy.

Five-hundred now, 500 after the grand jury, 1,000 after the trial.

And the first 500 I'd like to get this Sandy a deuce.

- JOHN: Between her and the boyfriend. - JAMES: We can't give it her, huh?

No. He made the ID, so they're gonna want him in court.

(SIGHS) Well, she did give up that Tito's name.

(CLICKS TONGUE) What's going on, James?

JAMES: I don't know, she's talking about getting away from this guy,

you know, going to her sisters.

I don't know, John. Maybe she'd take the money and use it to cop,

but I'd like to give her a shot to make it bus fare.

Gotta get it from him.

I'd have to get Duane to give it up?

- JOHN: Gotta get it from him. - Okay.

- JAMES: All right. Thanks. - Okay.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah. Come on in. Uh, close the door.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

- (SIGHS) - See them, you never know.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

You're transferred to Borough dispatch duty, John.

Steady day tour. Effective tomorrow.

(SIREN BLARING)

I wish I had a way to reach out, but I don't have the juice to help you.

(SMACKS LIPS)

- Think it's just Haverill? - ARTHUR: No.

No. It's gotta go past him.

He doesn't have the guts to do it on his own.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Take a minute. I'm gonna get some coffee.

No, that's okay.

You've been a great cop for me.

- Thanks. - I'm sorry.

- OFFICER: Detective Martinez. - JAMES: Yeah.

OFFICER: I've signed them...

What's going on?

Transferred.

- (PHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Radio dispatch down at the Borough.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Same shift he puts a knife in your back, he's up here on a case that you cleared.

- JOHN: Andy. - No, let me talk to this asshole.

Uh, Andy...

Sign all three documents.

- Okay. - And then you sign.

Hey, what are my limits on spending this?

HAVERILL: Just your good senses.

- I need to talk to you. - What is it, Sipowicz?

What do you think it is?

Kelly's transfer is a settled matter.

I think maybe you're forgetting I saw you walk from the Disico hit, Captain.

You think I was walking around the rest of my life

waiting for you to drop that safe on my head?

After you went to bat for your Lieutenant last Christmas,

I went on record with the appropriate parties

as to what happened at that incident.

I'm off the hook, Sipowicz.

You want to call downtown about it? We got free phones.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Those people that took you off the hook, those are the people that want Kelly?

- He lied at trial. - Everybody lies at trials.

- He embarrassed the job. - He embarrassed the job? (SCOFFS)

And piss runs uphill, right, Captain? And you're a stand-up guy.

(PHONE RINGING)

- Where's my other 200? - Sandy gets that.

I'm going to take care of Sandy. That 500 dollars was for me.

Hey, lower your voice. Come over here, Duane.

(SIREN BLARING)

If Sandy wants to see you tomorrow, she can put back her 200 with your 300.

- You're going to leave her alone tonight. - Are you trying to break us up?

Listen to me, Duane.

You make a stink about this money, and when I check you into that motel,

I'm gonna lock the door, and then I'm going to kick your ass.

- I asked you not to do that, Andy. - They're screwing you.

JOHN: I know that. That's what they do.

They get my badge, but they don't get me to beg.

- Don't let them do this. - What do you want me to do?

- John, you could ride it out. - Andy, they will find something.

ANDY: It's I.A.B., they can't find their heads up their own asses.

They will find something. Look how hard they're trying to nail me.

They will find something,

and I am not answering phones until they do.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Ah, John.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

- You know I'm right. - (EXHALES DEEPLY)

I thought I was gonna be 65 when I left this job.

Kicking and screaming for that age waiver.

Thanks, buddy.

Back at you.

Tell Fancy I'll clean out the locker later, okay?

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- JAMES: Hey. - JOHN: Hey.

Thanks for that advice. You know, that guy gave the money up.

- Good. - She's gonna go to a separate motel.

- Good. Listen, James. - JAMES: Yeah?

I'm leaving the job.

- What do you mean? - Well, they're gonna put me on

at Borough dispatch till they get rid of me. So, I'm leaving.

Don't leave, man. Don't quit, John.

JOHN: Listen, James, you're gonna be okay.

Just keep doing what we talk about, okay?

Yeah.

- I can still call you, though. - JOHN: You better believe it.

Okay.

All right, I got to take this girl her money now.

- I'll see you. - JOHN: Yeah.

Hey. Uh, Howie Hornbeck's wife's on line two.

- Uh, what are you going tell her? - I'll take care of it.

- JOHN: Goodnight, Sarge. - SARGENT: Goodnight, Kelly.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)