All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S02E06 - The Final Adjustment.sd-en

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- Hey.
- GREG: Yeah.

Her body's in here.

And these guys were the first guys here.
I'm just gonna talk to them.

White female, 44.

Those guys found her
on the way here to work this morning.

Her name's Louise Shennon.

Looks like someone went after her
with that claw hammer.

- (ANDY GROANS)
- Back again?

That idiot boyfriend of Lesniak's gets out
of Bellevue, I'd like to do this to him.

- (ANDY GROANS)
- And I'll check out the other room.

Yeah.

Is the plumbing operational?

- Oh, yeah. Over there.
- Yeah, sure.

Thank you very much.

Hey, I'm Detective Simone.
What do you guys know about this?

A little after 8:00, we let ourselves in.

Mrs. Shennon gave us a key
to start here last week.

We found her lying there
and we called 911.

BOBBY: Anybody else have a key?

There was this unskilled guy
helping here, I think he had one.

- What's his name?
- Did he ever say his name?

I never heard him say anything.

(ANDY GROANING)

BOBBY: We're gonna need
to take statements.

Did you go through her purse?

- No, sir. It's over there.
- Where?

BOBBY: Did you...
did you give the detective

- that was over here, your names?
- Yes, sir.

- Yeah, I did too.
- All right.

- What happened here?
- BOBBY: Who are you?

Dr. Peter Shennon.
My wife and I own this building.

We're renovating it. Where's my wife?

I'm Detective Simone, Dr. Shennon.

Sir, there's no easy way to tell you this.

Oh, my God.

Your wife was assaulted
today here in the apartment.

She was killed, sir.

- Oh, God.
- BOBBY: All right.

PETER: God, Louise.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

BOBBY: You'd like to sit down?

Who killed her, do you know? (SOBS)

No, we don't. Not yet.
Look, sir, when you feel ready,

we'd like to ask you some questions
that may give us some help.

PETTER: (SOBS) Go ahead. Go ahead.

Do you know anyone
who might've been angry with your wife?

- (GROANS)
- PETER: No.

BOBBY: You know,
these paperhangers over here,

they said she was working with a handyman.

Would you know his name?

I guess, I could...

could get the pay stubs
from the checkbook.

We live just around the corner.

- We really would appreciate that.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

ANDY: Detective Simone,
could you get over here?

BOBBY: Please excuse me.

Andy, I'm talking here. What's the matter?

I can't stand up.

- BOBBY: W... What, do you wanna lie down?
- ANDY: Yeah.

And then I want 'em
to cover me with a sheet.

- Would you just help me up? (GROANS)
- Come on.

- One, two, three, go.
- (GROANS) Oh, boy. Oh! Sure is...

- PETER: Here, here. Let your weight go.
- (GROANS) Hey, hey!

- This is Mrs. Shennon's husband.
- Hey.

I'm a chiropractor.
Just... just relax your weight.

- I can't straighten up.
- I know. (GRUNTS)

- (GROANS) Oh, brother!
- (BONES CRACKING)

Oh, wow.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Thanks. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'm sorry for your loss. (GROANS)

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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

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- Hey, Andy.
- Hey, Roberts. How you doing?

How am I doing?
I got business falling out of my ass.

Andy, I'm finally rolling.

- Hey, Mike Roberts. How you doing?
- Bobby Simone.

ANDY: Yeah, Roberts used
to be on the job here.

Yeah?

MIKE: Yeah, then I got smart.
Went to a living wage.

I'm in security work now.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

You, uh, you got a tag or something
hanging out of your sleeve.

- MALE VOICE: Yeah, okay, Sarge.
- ANDY: Thanks

New suit. Barney's.

Look at the damn price on that. Huh?

So...

you ride with Andy now, huh?

Yeah. We're... we're on
a homicide right now, Mike.

Hey, Bobby, you habla some español?

Yeah. I habla some.

I'm developing strong contacts right now
with some Latin American clients,

if you'd be interested
in some supplemental income...

- BOBBY: Thanks, sir, I have my hands full.
- Where you going, Roberts?

Picking James Martinez up, Andy.
I'm throwing him some hours.

Kid worked the night tour.

Probably gonna have to pry
his eyes open with toothpicks.

Hey, James. Ready to roll?

I was gonna meet you, Mike.

MIKE: Well, I was in the neighborhood.
I thought I'd pick you up.

Thank the lieutenant, if he was around.
You know, express appreciation.

Oh, what's that, Roberts?

I appreciate you okaying James
to work for me, Lieutenant.

I didn't realize he was working for you.

- Excelsior Security.
- MIKE: Oh, yeah. I... I incorporated.

Left my name off
the approval request, huh?

Anyways,
we should probably get over there.

Yeah, let's do it.

- Andy, take care of yourself, huh?
- Yeah.

Bobby, nice to meet you.

- Same here.
- MIKE: Lieu.

What'd you get n that homicide?

White female, 44.
Murder weapon was a claw hammer.

- Crime scene's working that up for prints.
- Yeah, there were no witnesses.

Two workmen found her,

said there was a handyman
that didn't show up to work today.

We got his name
through the dead woman's husband.

We're gonna run him,
and the workmen through BCI.

And we got Medavoy dumping
the phones on the woman's house.

Any hit off the husband?

(SIGHS) I didn't get anything
one way or another.

He straightened out Andy's back, though.

Yeah, the guy was a chiropractor.

DONNA: Uh, Detective Simone?

I... I'm gonna need a minute
in here, Andy.

All right, I'm gonna get some coffee,
and I'll run those names.

How you doing, Christy?

- You're busy, I... I know.
- No, come on back here.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Would you take this, please?

I was putting my son's laundry
away last night,

and I found that in a drawer.

Is it loaded?

- BOBBY: It is loaded. (SIGHS)
- (CHRISTY SIGHS)

(GUN CLINKING)

(PHONE RINGING)

It's been about two years now, huh?

- That'd make Nicky ten, right?
- Eleven.

He's changed.

I tried talking to him about this,
and he told me that the gun wasn't his.

And that he was holding it
for someone else.

I... I don't know whether
to believe him or not.

And when I found out
that you were at this precinct,

I took it as a blessing.

I... I don't know what to do.

BOBBY: Do you ever hear from his father?

The last time was right before
your wife passed away.

He called me from Lodi.

He wanted me to wire him 90 dollars.

And I said that I would
if he would just...

write a card or something to Nick.

He never sent anything.

Yeah.

Look, Christy, you know,
the normal procedure on this isn't much.

I wanna get Nick in here,
and, uh, fill out a YD card.

There won't be any charges or anything?

Not unless you want to pursue it.

No. No, uh...

Nick really liked you...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

...and I think he might
listen if you would just talk to him.

- Sure, I can do that.
- ANDY: Yeah, I'm still holding...

I have the officer on post
at his school bring him in, okay?

CHRISTY: Yeah. (SOBS)
It's just that I don't... I don't want him

to be killed,
and I don't want him to kill anybody else.

- I hear you. Which school is he in?
- ANDY: And, uh, first name was...

Uh, he's right here at I.S. 27.

I'll talk to him. I promise.

- (EXHALES DEEPLY)
- BOBBY: Okay?

ANDY: ...or an address.
Guy got a name, or not?

What?

- Put it out on the street...
- How have you been doing?

I'm doing all right, Christy.

- ANDY: What?
- Thanks for asking.

- ANDY: Uh-huh.
- (PHONE RINGING)

Well, thank you.

ANDY: (SIGHS) All right.

(PHONE RINGING)

How long's it gonna be?

No. I'll call back.

- Thanks.
- (PHONE RINGING)

- Two hours till we can run those names.
- Thank you.

- DONNA: Your welcome.
- BOBBY: What's the problem?

They're, uh, purging the BCI computer,
whatever the hell that means.

We got, uh, LUDs and MUDs
on the crime-scene phone,

and Mrs. Shennon's apartment.

Plus her husband's got a fax line
in their apartment, I dumped that too.

- There any patterns here?
- GREG: Have a look.

Call after call on the doctor's line
to a Judith Krasky in Murray Hill.

The... the latest one was last night.

Maybe the doctor was getting his end wet.

All right, let's go talk to her.

Uh, listen, guys. Um...
(EXHALES DEEPLY) ...I gotta stay close

to the station house for a couple hours.

What's wrong, Greg?

Ah, well, I... I'm trying this,
uh, high-fiber cereal.

You know, with dried fruit?

My digestive system
is in complete upheaval.

Uh, excuse me.

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- Yes?
- Judith Krasky?

New York Detectives.
Can we talk to you a minute?

What's it about?

Can, uh, can we talk
to you inside instead of out here

in front of your neighbors?

Hmm, come on in.

(SIREN BLARING)

ANDY: I'm, uh, Detective Sipowicz.
This is Detective Simone.

BOBBY: Hi.

Sorry the place is such a mess.
I wasn't expecting company.

Um, could I get you
some coffee or something?

BOBBY: No, thanks. We're fine.

You do leather craft, Judith?

Well, my brother's staying with me
till he gets a place of his own.

What's his name?

Walter. Is this about
the break-in up in 4-C?

No, actually,
we're here on another matter.

Do you know
a Dr. Peter Shennon, chiropractor?

Yeah, sure, I used to work for him. Why?

His wife was murdered this morning.

Louise?

Oh, my God. That's horrible.

How'd it happen?

We're not sure.
Have you talked to the doctor lately?

- Yeah, sure, we've talked.
- Recently?

JUDITH: Yeah,
he just called me last night.

He's looking for a new receptionist,
and, uh, I don't do that anymore,

but he thought I might know somebody.

So, uh, whenever you and him talk,
it's always business related?

No, we talk socially. I mean,
since I worked for him, we stayed friends.

Like, uh, after the opera,
him and the missus had stop by

- for a little Sherry?
- I don't get what you mean.

I mean, there's 80-some calls
to you in the past month

from a line in the doctor's house.

So?

So, either you were screwing the doctor,
or you were screwing his wife.

That's disgusting.

Judith, nobody wants
to intrude on your personal life here.

- There was a woman who was murdered.
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

We're just trying
to figure out how it happened.

JUDITH: Yeah, well,
I'm sorry, but I can't help you.

- BOBBY: Mm-hmm.
- Excuse me now?

(SIGHS) She was definitely doing the doc.

Yeah, well, that makes him horny.
I don't know if it makes him wrong.

You think brother Walter picked up
his handicraft in the joint?

The thought crossed my mind.

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- So, you ready for this? You feel okay?
- Yeah, I feel good.

Just keep in mind the class
of people you're dealing with, you know?

Don't holding your hand out
like some bellhop. Hello.

You're young for a detective.

Well, he looks a lot younger than he is.

Don't I wish
I could say that, right? (CHUCKLES)

I'm 28 years old.

I got my shield last year.

James is a very hard worker, Mr. Beltran.
He's also very respectful.

Hola, Papa.

MR. BELTRAN: Leticia.

- Descansaste?
- Sí, gracias.

My daughter Leticia.

She came from Skidmore College
to see her papa.

Hi, I'm James Martinez.

Nice to meet you.

- Mike Roberts.
- LETICIA: How do you do?

James is gonna take
very good care of you, ma'am.

Don't worry,
you won't even know I'm around.

That's right. We're very discreet.

Leo, welcome.

May I present my daughter Leticia.
Leticia, my attorney Mr. Vitale.

- How do you do?
- MIKE: Mr. Vitale,

Mike Roberts. Pleasure to know you, sir.

And James Martinez I've already met.

How's it going, Mr. Vitale?

Please excuse Mr. Vitale and I.
Ticia, enjoy your afternoon.

- Will I see you for dinner?
- I'm planning on it.

MIKE: Sir, I'll be in
the next room if you need me.

James, you check in with me
at regular intervals.

Okay, here we go.

- What do you like to be called?
- James is good.

James, could you hold this, please?

For the last six weeks,
I've been cooped up at school

in the middle of nowhere with nothing
to do but watching leaves change.

- Now, I got a couple days in the city...
- Mm-hmm.

...and I plan to enjoy myself.

Ah, my responsibility
is keeping you out of harm's way.

Beyond that, you're on your own.

As long as we understand each other.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hi.

- Those, uh, name checks came in from BCI.
- (UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Um, the, uh, paperhangers,
and the carpenter are clean.

But this, uh, handyman,

uh, Victor Ugo,
did 14 years for killing his mother.

They got a last known?

Uh, yeah. He's got an apartment in Queens.

If we wanna pick him up,
his parole guy says he'd meet us there.

Uh, also, uh,
this Walter Krasky you asked for...

- Yeah?
- ...he did three years for armed robbery.

DONNA: Detective?

The police officer
from that school across the street

says he has a Nick Williamson
you asked to see?

Oh, yeah. Thanks, Donna.

Andy, I'm gonna have
to meet you guys there.

This, uh, Nick is the kid
of a woman who used to live

in our building over in Brooklyn.

- She was really good to my wife.
- Yeah, what'd the kid do?

Eleven-years-old,
the mother finds a gun in the drawer.

- She wants me to talk to him.
- Huh.

- Uh, Medavoy.
- GREG: Yeah?

- How's your stomach?
- Uh, better.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, yeah. It's under control.

All right, uh, come with me.
Let's go sit on this guy's house.

- Here's the address.
- Thanks.

I'll meet you guys there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DONNA: 15th Squad.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, Sarge, Detective Simone.

Yeah,
who... who we got in the pens downstairs?

And what... what beefs are they in for?

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)

Hey, thanks very much
for bringing him over.

No problem, Detective.

How's it going there, Nick?

Great. Cop takes me out of school.

You know why you're here?

- Yeah.
- (PHONE RINGING)

You remember you and your mom
used to live over in Brooklyn?

You and me, we used to go up
on the roof there and fly the pigeons.

- We'd talk...
- Yeah.

Look,

that gun ain't mine.

I'm trying to help you on this.

- Who do you think you are? My father?
- BOBBY: No, I'm not your father.

But I'd like to be your friend.
You wanna give that a try?

I got friends.

I don't rat out.

Get up, Nick.

(PHONE RINGING)

Get up.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

BOBBY:
Let me show you something over here.

- (MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)
- How you doing?

Fine.

(MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)

Come on.

(CHUCKLES)

See this guy in here?
He's on a laughing jag.

Really tough guy.

Yeah.

He used a knife to take a purse
from an old woman.

He's laughing 'cause
he's going away for eight years.

You know what? It don't bother him.

- MALE VOICE: Who's that?
- BOBBY: This is Nick.

Putting him in here?
What happened to juvie?

I was just showing him around, man.

What you want him to see? (CHUCKLES)
Put him in here and turn the lights out.

(MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)

Shut your mouth.

(MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)

BOBBY: All right, in there.

You can't put me in there.
It's... it's not legal.

Come on.

Sit down.

Now, Nick, these punks
who gave you that gun...

- if that's what happened here?
- That's what happened.

They're gonna end up right here
on their way to Rikers.

- (MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)
- Now, you wanna go this route?

(MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)

That gun's for protection. Ha...

Half the kids in school,
they hate us 'cause we're white.

They all got guns.
We gotta protect ourselves...

Don't you sing
somebody else's song to me, all right?

- You think I'm lying?
- Who are you holding that gun for?

No, I'm not ratting on anyone.

(SIGHS) I'm in a lot of trouble right now
'cause I can't give that gun back.

You give me the guy's name,
where you got that gun from,

and I promise,
he's not gonna give you any trouble.

- (MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)
- (DOOR OPENING)

No.

I'm gonna take an ass-kicking.

Well, you have yourself to blame
for that because you got a choice here.

- And I'm treating you like a man.
- You're a scumbag.

(CHUCKLES) All right, Nick.

(MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)

Stand up.

You know, you can be at the beginning,
or you can be at the end of this here.

It's up to you.

Those are my numbers.

- What if I don't want your numbers?
- Well, then you just throw the card away.

Don't you do it in front of me.

And don't you even swear at me again.
You understand me, Nick?

(MALE VOICE CHUCKLING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

So, uh, you wanna go back and show
your dad all the nice stuff you bought?

LETICIA: I don't know
if he'll be in the mood to notice.

I never heard that expression
what that one saleslady said,

"They'll be wearing this
five minutes from now."

(CHUCKLES)

When I was little,
and we'd come to New York,

my nanny used to bring me to this park.

Your family lived here and in Costa Rica?

Mm-hmm, but mostly Costa Rica,

- but my father...
- (CAR HONKING)

...came back and forth
for business so much,

he just kept that apartment.

I guess bankers go all over, huh?

James, when we met at the apartment...

that lawyer my dad was talking to,
he acted as if he knew you.

Mr. Vitale defended
one of my first collars as a detective.

- I've read about him.
- Yeah, he's one of the top guys.

He put me through the hoops,
I'll tell you that much,

when I testified in court.

My father's in trouble.

- Just 'cause he's talking to a lawyer?
- LETICIA: No.

Something's going on.
He's upset and nervous.

I mean,
I know you can't tell that, but I can.

No, he seemed very polite.

He called me at school last week,
and told me not to come to the city

because his schedule
had gotten overbooked.

I mean,
I haven't seen him in almost a year,

and he doesn't wanna see his own daughter?

Leticia, if your dad's in a jam,
he's taking care of it.

His attorney's one of the best.

That guy I arrested was guilty as hell,

Vitale got him off.

N... Not that's even
why your dad is talking to him.

It must be pretty bad,
if he won't tell me.

I'm sorry. This isn't your problem.

Hey, look,
I thought you had a job to do here.

Let's have a great time.

- Huh?
- (SIREN BLARES)

Let's go home.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All right, come on.
(GROANS) Sit down, Victor.

- You want smokes or something?
- No, I don't.

- BOBBY: Know what you're here for?
- No.

You were working for Louise Shennon.
Victor, is that right?

Yeah. Um, mostly finishing work.

Did you work today?

No. I didn't feel good.

- You didn't go to work?
- VICTOR: No.

Mrs. Shennon was murdered today, Victor.

I didn't kill her.

You don't seem
too surprised she was murdered.

If I'd had killed her,
I'd be on a boat to Brazil now.

Really? When you killed your mother,
you hung around the house

for two days, tidying up.

VICTOR: I didn't do this one.

I'm an emotional person.
I have to be angry to kill someone.

I had no anger at all
toward Mrs. Shennon.

Well, maybe she did something
to piss you off, uh...

She criticized your work, uh...

No, I liked working for her.

I did 14 years up there.

I don't wanna go back.

I only had one mother,

I killed her and that's done with.

(SIGHS) How'd you get this job
working for Mrs. Shennon, Victor?

A guy I knew upstate,
I, uh, I called him when I got out,

and asked him about jobs, and he...

he showed me, uh...

an ad in the Pennysaver.

What was his name?

Um, Walter. Walter Krasky.

You been in touch with him since then?

- No.
- ANDY: You sure?

No.

(GROANS, EXHALES DEEPLY)

So, now... What are you...
what are you gonna do to me?

BOBBY: You're going to have
to hang around here, Victor.

Till we straighten this out.

You think that's a coincidence?

The mistress' brother puts
this twitch up in that apartment?

He don't seem like
the murder-for-hire type though, Andy.

Maybe he's more like
the type you frame

when you're looking
to do a murder yourself.

Get your sister out of her
dead end career as a second-string bang.

Well, these are questions
you wanna ask Walter.

Oh, yeah.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, James. How's it going?

Okay, Greg. A little tired.

Did you get any sleep at all?

I got a security gig.

I caught a couple of hours
before my night watch.

GREG: So, uh, how's that job going?

How do you like working for Roberts?

Oh, she's a really nice girl,
that, uh, girl I'm watching.

- GREG: Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Le... Leticia Beltran, very nice.

She goes to Skidmore College,
upstate New York.

Yeah? That's, uh,
that's up in, uh, Saratoga Springs, right?

Yeah, I think that's right.

Yeah. Yeah, Maria and I got lost,
uh, on the way to an outdoor concert.

We... we asked directions at that college.

JAMES: Oh, yeah?

I think this girl's father
might be in some kind of trouble.

- Oh, yeah, why do you say that?
- Uh, she's concerned about him.

You know, it looks like
he's involved with this Leo Vitale.

Oh, the criminal lawyer.

Yeah, and the guy
whose working for the father,

I saw him carrying a piece.
Some guy named Arturo.

- Father's a Central American banker.
- GREG: Yeah, well...

(CHUCKLES) ...I guess he's eligible
to be in a little trouble.

Yeah. Depending on depositors, yeah.

Anyways, uh...

this girl is awfully nice.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- You mentioned that.
- Mm-hmm.

(CHUCKLES)

- MALE VOICE: Yeah, we're working on it.
- (PHONE RINGING)

- (SIREN BLARING)
- Sit down.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Your sister like her apartment, Walter?

I guess she likes it all right. Yeah.

- A little small though, isn't it?
- WALTER: I don't know.

- I guess so.
- ANDY: Uh, she's up

for a new one, isn't she?
With the doctor's wife dead.

Oh, wait, guys.

Must be a lucky break
for her though, right?

I mean, however it happened.

I don't know how it happened,
and neither does she.

Walter, you know a guy named Victor Ugo?

Guy who wrote the musical?

This guy spells it U-G-O,
and he knows you from upstate.

Oh, right.

Ugo, yeah.
I've never, uh, heard him use the Victor.

(INHALES DEEPLY) He says you got him a job
with the doctor's late wife.

Hey, he got out, he gave me a call,
he said he was looking for work.

I showed him an ad
in the Pennysaver, is all.

You show some half-wacko,
who just did 14 years for murder,

a help wanted ad
from a woman who you wanna get dead?

That's just too small a world, Walter.

You're putting a really ugly turn
on me just doing a favor for a guy.

Yeah. You know what?
You're at ground zero here, Walter.

You got big-time motive,
you got access,

and we got you putting
a known murderer at the crime scene.

Oh, I don't believe how this stuff
is always happening to me.

Yeah, sit there feeling sorry
for yourself, Walter.

Keep circling the bowl
till the suction takes you down.

You piece of crap.

Now, either you hired this guy
to kill the doctor's wife,

or you set him up,
and you killed her yourself

looking for some financial kissy-kiss,

once your sister and the doc tie the knot.

I had a great franchise opportunity.

Fat-free doughnuts.

I asked Dr. Shennon
if he could lend me the money.

One way and another,

he says if I kill someone, I get it,

is how the conversation wound up,
all right?

If you killed his missus?

He didn't say. I turned him down flat.

I didn't even wanna talk about it.

But you did give him a referral.

I might have said
that Ugo was in touch with me, maybe.

And the doctor might have said something
about showing him his wife's ad.

Hey, I have not committed
a crime here, okay?

I did not get paid dime one from anybody.

You failed to report
a criminal solicitation, Walter.

That's a parole violation.

If we want you in...
(KNOCKING ON TABLE) ...you're going.

(SCOFFS) All I wanted
was a lousy doughnut franchise.

You're going to wear
a wire on Dr. Shennon, Walter.

No... (HESITATES)
...I'll screw it up. I'm a screwup!

Get Judy to do it.

She's the one he's got a thing for. Judy!

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

The other way is bringing
in the doctor and lean on him.

He would lawyer up in ten seconds.

I think we need to stay
sweet with Dr. Shennon.

Detective Simone,
Officer Lenahan on line two.

- BOBBY: Thanks.
- I'm going to tell Fancy

about wiring his sister.

You know, we ought to set up on her place.
I mean, I don't think we want a body mic.

(SIGHS) Yeah,
her body might get a little busy.

Simone.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You got the name of the kids who beat him?

Bruce, uh-huh, John.

M-A-C-E, like...
(CHUCKLES) ...like the chemical?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BOBBY: All right. Thanks very much.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- BOBBY: Dr. Shennon. How's it going?
- Detective.

How's your back?

ANDY: Uh, it's okay, uh, a little stiff.
I appreciate your helping that way.

- Oh, not at all.
- BOBBY: How can we help you?

Um, I hope you understand.
I want to monitor what's going on.

- BOBBY: Of course.
- Here. Here, have a seat.

Are... are there any developments?

Uh, you know, we won't
be doing you any favors, Doc,

by telling you something prematurely,
then it didn't pan out.

Are you questioning someone?

(SIGHS) Yeah, we can say at this time
that we are talking to someone.

Was that information helpful,
in terms of that handyman, uh, Ugo?

We can say yes it was.

At this point, we can tell you this,
uh, Ugo did do time

for a previous murder.

You're kidding.

Oh, my God. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

Let us look into this for a while, okay?

And hopefully
we'll have something to tell you.

All right. All right.

Thanks for being cooperative.

- No problem. (GROANS) Yeah.
- PETER: Thank you.

- Thank you, and, uh, you keep me informed.
- Mm-hmm.

You bet.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Fancy, okay the wire on her place?

Yeah.

Have a look in on Norman Bates?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

- BOBBY: How's it going, Victor?
- VICTOR: Uh, I don't wanna be in here.

Well, you hang tight, Victor.

This may come out all right.

Is it because somebody saw me
at that apartment yesterday?

I... Is... is that why you're holding me?

Somebody in mind, Victor?

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

Uh, I wasn't sick yesterday.

No. I wa... I was there.

I... I showed up for work,
unlocked the door.

She was lying there dead.

Uh, had to be somebody else with a key,

or someone, uh,
followed her in from the street.

But it wasn't you?

No. You see, I... I wouldn't
kill someone I liked. No.

I, uh... The only person I killed
was my mother.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

I don't like the idea.

Judith, we'll set up a couple
of microphones and a camera in here.

You and Dr. Shennon,
you just talk, and we'll listen.

Don't you wanna keep
your brother out of prison?

You guys are bastards, Walter was trying
to straighten his life out.

Hey Judith, if Walter goes back in,
it's 'cause you wouldn't help him.

I never looked for any of this!
I was satisfied exactly how things were.

You mean between you and Dr. Shennon.

I liked Mrs. Shennon.

When I was his receptionist
she used to give me little presents and...

- Well, that phase is over with, Judith.
- (SIGHS)

- He's smart, you know?
- ANDY: What, Walter?

(SCOFFS) Maybe if you get
to know him better.

JUDITH: I don't mean Walter.

You mean the doctor.

Yeah. He's smarter than me.

There's plenty of things
that you're smart about, Judith.

Like in the area
that keeps him coming back.

(HESITATES) I'm just supposed
to get him to say who killed his wife?

Yeah. That'd be perfect.

(SCOFFS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- (GUNSHOT)
- JAMES: Down!

LETICIA: Oh, no. No!

- Police! Halt!
- LETICIA: Dad! No!

(SCREAMS)

Someone help!

(JAMES GRUNTS)

No! No! Papa! (SOBS)

(SOBS)

Papa!

- Son-of-a-bitch!
- (SOBS)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
- James! (SOBS)

James! Oh, no! (SOBS)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(LETICIA SOBS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Think she'll get the doc to go?
(INHALES DEEPLY)

Depends.
Is he chatty when his willie's up?

(CHUCKLES)

I'm kind of hoping
that Victor wasn't involved.

Yeah. Victor seems like an okay guy.
So long as you're not his mom.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

ANDY: There's our boy.

- Hi.
- Hi, beautiful.

- What's wrong?
- I'm scared.

PETER: Scared of what?

Judith, a maniac killed Louise.

They're searching for the man,
and they're gonna find him.

JUDITH: You sure?

PETER: (SCOFFS) Sure of what?
Of course I am.

JUDITH: The cops know about you and me.

Why do you say that?

They came over and talked to me.
They found my number on some records.

- Here we go.
- PETER: Did they talk to Walter?

JUDITH: Luckily, they didn't.
That's all he needs right now.

(SIGHS)

PETER: (SIGHS) Nothing we've done
has ever been a crime.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

You know, in a case like this,
the police look at everyone.

You know, once they find the man
who did it, the investigation ends.

And they found a man.

I helped them.

What do you mean helped them?

PETER: I helped them.

- I told them about a man...
- (ANDY GROANS)

PETER: ...who worked with Louise
in our building.

A murderer. He killed his mother.

- JUDITH: You think he did it?
- PETER: They think so.

God, you look great.

- JUDITH: Your hand's cold.
- (PETER EXHALES DEEPLY)

What? What?

Well, how do you know
this guy killed Louise?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS) It doesn't matter.

It's not a problem for us.

JUDITH: Yeah, it's a problem for me.
The cops think I did it.

- I'm scared.
- PETER: Well, what are you scared of?

You can trust me.

Not if we have secrets.

What secrets?

Did you get him to do it?

Could be dangerous.

He could talk.

(BREATHES DEEPLY, MOANS)

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Come on, say it wasn't Victor.

PETER: He's not gonna tell them anything.

He didn't do it. But they think he did.

Atta boy, Doc.

You horny devil.

PETER: You don't know what it was like.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

- (EXHALES DEEPLY)
- Leaving you and going to her.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
I couldn't even touch her.

Her mouth.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) The smell of her.

Oh! Everything. (PANTS)

After you, how could I want anyone else?

You did it. You killed her for me.

For you. Yes.

For you! (BREATHES DEEPLY)

That dirty bitch.

I killed the dirty bitch.

- PETER: I killed...
- ANDY: Say goodbye, Doc.

- (JUDITH MOANS)
- (PETER BREATHES DEEPLY)

OFFICER 1:
And these buildings are not occupied?

MIKE: Look at this.
I got blood and brains all over me.

All I need now is a pink pillbox hat.

OFFICER 2: How many men did you...

Hey, Lieutenant, that Colombian
give it up? He say why he shot him?

No. He's not saying anything.

That's the way they operate.
You know, you could rip their tongues out.

I'm only glad that we apprehended the guy.

(SIGHS)
It was my understanding Martinez did that.

Oh, is that was James said to you?

No, he's still giving his statement.
It's what the daughter said.

I'll tell you the truth,
the daughter's a little sweet on him.

Hey, I'm not trying to take credit
for this or anything like that.

Medavoy will get to you in a minute.

You and Judith
steal that step-over-toe hold move

from a wrestler called
"Strangler" Ed Lewis?

- Or was he before your time?
- You think you're funny.

This idiocy will end
when my lawyer arrives.

I was lying to the woman,
I wanted to get laid.

- (GROANS) Go on, take him to booking.
- BOBBY: You okay, Andy?

- Yeah.
- Back kicking up again, Detective?

I'd say it's a degenerative disc.
Get used to the pain.

Yeah? Maybe I can take my mind off it

thinking about you up there in Ossining
getting acupuncture up your dirt chute.

(GROANS)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (ANDY SIGHS)

Hey, Mike, I need a second with you.

- How you holding up?
- I want some answers from you.

Jesus James,
the last answer I had, the sky's blue

from sunlight reflecting off the ocean.

I don't know nothing after that.

Why do you think that guy's
secretary disappear, Mike?

Arturo?

I don't know.
They said he got food poisoning.

- Did you get that guy hardware?
- No.

Beltran wasn't a diplomat.

The guy couldn't have brought
the weapon into this country.

So, you figure I got it for him?

And now he's supposed to be helping guard
Mr. Beltran, and the guy disappears?

and the guy disappears?

So, what did I do, James?
Sneak the guy out on a blimp?

You think I set this man up?
You think I set Mr. Beltran up?

Hey kid, this man
was gonna be my meal ticket.

I was gonna get well off him.

I was supposed
to take care of these people.

And you did. You took care of the girl,
and she's still walking around.

- The old man made his own bed.
- I don't know what to tell her.

Kid, I got my nose up
against the glass just like you.

You wanna tell her something?

Tell her they found some
industrial-strength currency detergent

in the old man's laundry bag.
Tell her they're tracking down that lead.

I don't wanna hear from you anymore, Mike.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

ARTHUR: How you doing, James?

I just finished my statement.

(SIGHS) I wish I knew
what the hell happened out there.

Well, I've had five ask-abouts
from the DEA.

I'll bet Beltran was shopping
some kind of deal with 'em.

That lawyer was his go-between?

Yeah, and someone else
didn't want the deal to go through.

That's the last time
I work for Mike Roberts, Lieutenant.

- That's probably a good idea.
- I'm gonna go talk to that girl.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Greg, can I talk to Miss Beltran?
- Uh, yeah, yeah. We're done.

Uh, Miss Beltran, just, uh,
stop by my desk afterward,

and, uh, sign your statement.

- All right.
- I'm, uh, I'm sorry about your father.

Thank you.

(DOOR OPENING)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR CLOSING)

How you doing?

I'll, uh, take you back
whenever you're ready.

I keep seeing him lying there.

Do they know why it happened?

The guy's not saying.
You know, the one who shot your father.

Do you think you're being nice to me?

Not telling me what you know?

I don't know anything more
than I'm telling you, Leticia.

I could have understood.

If he'd told me what his life was like.

(SOBS) Now I'll never understand anything.

- (SOBS) I have to call my mother.
- JAMES: Okay.

I'll take you back, all right?

(INHALES DEEPLY, SOBS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You know that woman's boy
took a beating over that gun today?

The woman that knew your wife?

Yeah.

Turns out he was stashing it
for some older kids.

They beat him for giving it up.

- Is he all right?
- Yeah.

Cop over there on the school post,
he gave me some names,

and where these kids hang.

You gonna look for 'em?

I'm gonna take a ride over there.

(ANDY GARGLING)

You wanted some company?

Nah, that's all right. It's my thing.

Who do you think you are, the Lone Ranger?

Come on. I'll ride along with you.

(GROANS)

(SIREN BLARING)

BOBBY: I got it.

Cop! Cop! Cop! Cop! Cop!

- You'd be Bruce, John and Mace?
- Hey, yeah. Bruce, John and Mace.

Or, you know, I could be, uh, Mace,
he could be Bruce and he could be John.

However you like it, boy.

I like it
that you're punks one, two and three.

- Punk One... Back off!
- (WHIMPERS)

- (JOHN WHIMPERS)
- You beat on a kid the other day...

- (COUGHS)
- ...who was holding a piece

for one of you. His name is Nick.

- I don't know any Nick. (GAGS)
- Commit this to memory, Punk One.

He's 11-years-old.
From now on, you don't talk to him,

you don't go near him.
If you or anybody touches him,

I will bust your head against the curb,

and then kick
your meager brains under a bus.

Okay, you gotta let me go.
(CHOKES, COUGHS)

You make your friends
understand this, all right?

Because they look
like they're real slow learners, here.

(JOHN COUGHS)

Hey, you a cop?

- I'm a detective. You'd be Bruce, right?
- (JOHN COUGHS)

Yeah, you know, we could file
a complaint on you for violence on him.

Detective Simone. That's with an E.
The shield number's 31-18.

You can get it off your forehead
in the mirror.

(GROANS) All right.

You file all the complaints
you want, all right?

- Yeah.
- But you know what I'm saying here?

- BRUCE: Yeah.
- BOBBY: I want you to understand

what I'm saying here

Or else I'm gonna come back,
and I'm gonna hunt you down.

- All right.
- (SHUTTER RATTLES)

Walk.

(TRAIN RUMBLING)

Glad I was here to help.

I would have been glad enough
if they were standing over there

with a Smith & Wesson.

See, now, I don't know
if I just saved this kid from a beating,

- or bought him another one.
- Oh, I'm sure these guys saw the light.

They may be on their way
to Scout registration now.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- Hi.
- Hi.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- Did you lose the key?
- No, I... I got it.

You want something to eat?
I could heat something up.

No, thanks. I grabbed a bite.

- Uh, what about you?
- (SIGHS) I had a salad.

Uh...

I picked up my laundry, uh,
so I could have a fresh shirt tomorrow.

I cleared out half the closet for you.

I... I thought the... the official move
wasn't until next week.

I'm getting ready for it.

I also cleared out some drawers.

And I got you this.

ANDY: It's terry cloth.

(CLEARS THROAT, EXHALES DEEPLY)

Thanks, Sylvia.

It's for when you come out of your shower.

(SNIFFS)

Yeah, I guess maybe I better take one.

- You don't need to for me, Andy.
- ANDY: No, I'll feel better.

Well, okay.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Here we go.

- SYLVIA: So, how was work today?
- ANDY: Uh, it was all right.

I mean, uh, he was good on the case.

So, it's going better than you thought?

ANDY: Yeah. He's okay for now.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

What are you doing?

I thought it'd be fun
if we both took a shower.

Two for the price of one.

Uh, I usually shower alone.

Do you want me to leave?

No. I'm... I'm just saying, is all.

Here, I'll wash your back.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(HUMS)

Whoa. Whoa. Hey, hey, uh...

I usually wash myself down there.

Do you want me to stop?

Uh... (SIGHS) ...no. Not necessarily.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Boy, that's sure gonna be clean.

Hmm.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)