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(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

JAMES: Hey, you look lousy.

Yeah, I'm a little rough around the edges at 4:00 a.m.

- What do we got? - DOA. Peter Schelzo, 27, shot in the head.

Uh, he was one of the owners along with his uncle.

- Any witnesses? - JAMES: So far, nobody saw anything.

A lot of customers though, you know, in the closet.

They don't want to give their names.

That's the uncle and body's back over here.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

ANDY: Hey, how you doing?

Looks like somebody got their merit badge in knot tying.

BOBBY: You know, my first homicide 15 years ago,

the shooter tied up the victim just like this,

wrists, elbows, legs, and ankles, with one pair of panty hose.

Leon Nadeau was the guy's name.

You want to interview the uncle?

Yeah. Yeah.

The bouncer went to the hospital to get checked out

He gave the dead guy mouth-to-mouth.

He thinks he might've swallowed some blood.

Did you get his name?

Uh, yeah. He's gonna come to the squad.

(SIGHS) Check and see if security cameras got anything.

JAMES: CSU's on it. There's one over the cash register,

another on the front door, and one in the back in the office.

Hey, Andy, you wanna see that blonde chick that found the body?

- ANDY: Yeah. - JAMES: She's a sex change.

- ANDY: Yeah? - Yeah.

She does a lounge act here.

- No. - Yeah.

The uncle's coming in. Uh, he said they cleaned out the safe.

- All right, I'll get back to you. - Okay.

Here's the first one at the body...

- a former male. - Is that right? Yeah, nice job.

BOBBY: Hi, Detective Simone and Sipowicz. We understand you found the victim?

How could anybody do a terrible thing like this?

Yeah, it's a big world.

When I first saw Peter all tied up like that,

I'm thinking Mapplethorpe, fine.

Then I realized he's been shot and I just started screaming.

Then everybody else came in and then they started screaming.

It was like a passion play.

Chaz, ignoring all the blood and vomit,

refusing to take death as an answer.

Desperately blowing breath into poor Peter's chest...

Can we get your name, ma'am?

Candace La Rue. Please don't call me Candy.

Candace, we're gonna need you to come down to the station house with us.

Do I have time to fix my face before we go?

Yeah. Sure.

Because right now, darlings, this puss is a felony.

- (SIREN BLARING) - (SIGHS) Happy new year.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

What happened, Lieutenant?

Hospital sent us home. False labor.

Is that a new scent?

No. That's someone from the gay bar homicide.

She's about to be interviewed.

You know, you'd think a person

that spent all that money on her appearance...

would at least spring for a better perfume.

See, as a gender dysphoric person, people expect me to camp it up in my act.

You know, Carol Channing. But that's not what I'm about.

Holiday audiences expect the traditional. I give it to them.

I start with "The Little Drummer Boy" and end with...

What child is this...

Candace, uh, what time was it when you last saw Peter Schelzo alive?

I'd just finished my second set.

I went back to the office to get my paycheck.

- About two-ish. - Two-ish.

Mm-hmm. Peter paid me. I asked him for a bigger mirror in my dressing room.

He said he'd think about it. And next time I saw him...

he was... Well, you know.

(SIGHS) Did you see anyone at the club that seemed suspicious?

(CHUCKLES) Honey, on drag night, everyone looks a little shady.

What can you tell me about the bouncer?

Chaz? Sagittarius. Uh, very good on the door.

Polite but firm. Sees me to a cab every night.

Did Peter ever have any problems with him?

Peter never had problems with anybody. He was a love.

Detective, am I a suspect in this murder?

No, Candace. You were observed onstage. You couldn't be in two places at once.

Can I tell you my theory about what happened?

Sure.

Well, I'm a crime buff. Novels. Not the real thing, Lord knows.

I think Peter might've met up with a new friend

- who played with bondage and discipline. - Did you see him with anyone?

Not specifically, no, but whoever this person was

probably tied Peter up, a little too tight, a little too long,

then tried to cover up an unintended tragedy

by making it look like robbery.

Okay, Candace. Thanks for your cooperation.

Of course, it's also possible

that he got mixed up with some sadistic little leather boy

who gets off on this sort of thing.

Yeah, well, we'll have to look into all that.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Mr. Schelzo, did your nephew have any money problems?

- You know, any big debts? - Are you kidding?

You own a gay bar, you own a bank.

The disposable income those people have... Two salaries, no kids.

We had a positive cash flow our second month.

Does anyone, uh,

benefit financially from your nephew's death?

- No. - Do you?

You're not accusing me, I hope.

Right now, I'm just trying to understand the situation,

see who could've had a possible motive.

Never mind that Peter was my own flesh and blood.

I happen to be a good businessman. People came to that bar

because of Peter.

He was one of them. He lived the life.

Actually, I was looking to become less involved.

Thinking about retirement?

No. Peter and I were in the middle

of taking over La Fontana. It's over on Hester Street.

We lent the owner of the joint some money and he wasn't taking care of business.

Besides you and Peter, who else had keys to the premises?

- Our security guy. - BOBBY: What's his name?

Chaz Hildum and Kira had keys.

She's a lesbian girl. Rents the place out two nights a week.

- Yeah, we're gonna be talking to her. - Let me ask you something.

Would it help... if I posted a reward?

Wouldn't hurt. But rewards tend to bring out the creeps

looking for a payday.

Still, it's something I would like to do to honor the memory of my nephew.

I understand.

Does the name Leon Nadeau mean anything to you?

No. Should it?

Shot in the dark is all.

All right. Thanks for your time, Mr. Schelzo.

- You'll keep yourself available, huh? - Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Some Gypsies ran a scam on an old neighbor of mine,

a Mrs. Schnitzler.

- Uh, they took her for 3,000 dollars. - ARTHUR: Yeah?

Give it to the Special Frauds.

Well... well, they're backed up over there.

and I... I kind of told her I'd look into it for her.

- Uh, you mind if I run with the ball? - Run how?

Well, uh, they moved from the place where they took her off,

but she thinks she might've seen 'em three blocks over,

at storefront, at Third and "B".

I'll use my own flash money.

If I could just get a little backup, you know, for when I go in for the pop.

Yeah. All right.

(PAGER BEEPING)

That's my wife.

Uh, she... she's got you on a baby beeper, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah. Is it time?

Well, yeah, of course it works. The batteries are brand-new.

Don't scare me like that.

All right.

Me, too.

- Trial run. - (SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES) Tense times, huh, Lieutenant?

(GROANS)

Well, thanks.

Andy.

- Yeah, what's up, Dan? - Danny's out walking the streets again.

- How would you know what Danny's doing? - I've seen him.

You promised you were gonna stay away from him, Dan.

I watch from across the park. I can tell he's not on his medication.

You said you were gonna look after him and you're not doing it.

I'm doing the best I can. I check on him every couple days.

You don't spend enough time with him. You go, you're out in ten minutes, tops.

What are you doing, Dan?

Are you standing out there all day long?

- We're talking about my son. - No. We're talking about you.

You're putting your life in danger being anywhere near that kid.

I'll agree to stay away. But I want your commitment

you'll bring him back to the apartment and see he gets his pills.

I'll see to that, Dan. But I'm working a homicide.

I... I can't leave right this minute.

I'll have the uniforms locate Dan and then they'll call me.

And then you'll go see him.

Yeah, I'll be in touch. Why don't you go home now, Dan? Go ahead.

All right. All right.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Dan.

You make sure you go home.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

The source of your wife's wandering spirit...

is most likely...

death-ridden monies.

That's why I hear her voice in the middle of the night?

When your wife died, did you benefit financially?

- There was some insurance money. - I need to see some bills.

What do you got with you?

- Oh, uh, let's see. - (SIREN BLARING)

- I got 94 dollars. - Give it here.

Yeah. All right.

- What is it? - This is unclean.

- What does that mean? - Your wife's spirit is warning you.

The inheritance must be cleansed.

What'll happen? Should I stop using the money?

I just bought my girlfriend a new microwave.

It could kill her.

I'll be right back.

- Sweet god! - RAMONA: You see yourself.

Now this money's clean.

- What else is there? - Um...

I... I have about 1,500 dollars in cash. Uh, the rest is tied up in investments.

Cleansing the cash will prevent immediate danger, but, uh...

then you got to liquidate the investments and bring me that money,

or it's all going to be in vain.

Where is the 1,500?

- At home. - Bring it here, quickly.

Or bad things will befall those you love.

- I'll go right home. - RAMONA: The situation is perilous.

I'd run.

Thanks.

I'll be back.

Do you remember seeing anybody leave Buddy's agitated or in a hurry?

Last night was pretty mellow.

I heard there was some ecstasy in the house.

- How long you worked at this bar? - Three years.

I run the coat check. And on Tuesdays and Thursdays,

my lover and I produce "Lipstick Venus," you know, women only.

We split the dough with Peter and his uncle.

They keep the bar.

Peter gave us a shot, you know, it turned out to be good for everybody.

So he was a straight shooter in his business dealings.

He's done right by me and Kayla, yeah.

Yeah, as far as you know, did he have any enemies to your knowledge?

Besides Jesse Helms, none that I know of.

Peter was an all-around great guy.

- He have a boyfriend? - Dozens.

You know how promiscuous men are, gay or straight.

Any of these romances end badly to your knowledge?

Look, just because I'm a lesbian,

doesn't mean I have a clue about what goes on

in the mind of a gay boy.

We party together,

but we go home to very different planets. See what I'm saying?

He get into any rough stuff that you might know of?

Anything involving a man is rough stuff in my book.

- Okay, when will he be back in town? - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Right.

Okay, have him call Detective Sipowicz or Simone at the 15th Detective Squad.

- Right. Thanks. - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- BOBBY: What's up? - Guy who owns that Italian restaurant

the uncle was investing in is in Florida. He's due back in the morning.

I checked with, uh, Corrections. That guy, Leon Nadeau, he's still in the can.

- Who? - The old case I was telling you about.

- CHAZ: Hello. - Hi.

My name is Chaz Hildum. I'm here to see a Detective Sipowicz.

- The bouncer. - DONNA: Detective?

Yes.

CHAZ: I got a message that you want to talk to me.

Yeah, um, Detective Sipowicz and Simone. We're working the case.

- Nice to meet you. - Appreciate you coming in.

- Everything okay at the hospital? - Yeah. Look, at the club this morning,

I told the other officer everything I know.

Yeah, why don't you bring us up to speed here? Just come on in over here.

Nice boots.

So you're in charge of security at that bar, huh?

Yeah. I work the door, throw out the drunks,

make sure no one gets out of line in the bathrooms.

- You lock up after closing? - Usually.

BOBBY: You turn on the security cameras, Chaz?

Um, me or Peter would, depending on who got there first.

I guess Peter won't be doing that anymore.

BOBBY: So who got there first last night?

Peter.

So, Peter turned on the security cameras?

Yeah, I assume he did. I mean, I asked him about it.

and he said it was taken care of.

BOBBY: I gotta be honest with you here, Chaz.

we're running into some bad luck on this investigation.

You see, the camera in the office wasn't turned on,

and that's where the murder took place.

- Peter must have forgotten. - Or maybe somebody turned it off.

- What do you get paid, Chaz? - 75 dollars a night.

- So you work another job? - No.

ANDY: You're not trade, are you, Chaz?

A little hustling on the side, pay for those new boots?

- No. - That was really something, huh?

Him trying to get Peter back breathing again after they found him shot.

- I know CPR. - Back of the guy's head was blown off,

his throat full of vomit and blood,

- and you give him mouth-to-mouth. - So what's your point?

That "he-she" Candace, now she says you're a true hero.

Myself...

I wonder maybe, uh,

you're trying to show everyone how shocked and surprised you are,

how broken up you are about Peter.

So you're saying I'm a suspect because I tried to save his life?

You were in charge of security, Chaz.

Now, the camera in your boss's office was disconnected

and your boss got whacked.

- I gotta look at you a little bit. - Oh, this is nuts!

Oh, we know that you didn't pull the trigger,

because witnesses saw you working the door all night.

- I didn't have anything to do with it! - Suppose somebody gave you

a few dollars to turn that camera off.

Or maybe leave the back door unlocked.

There's no way that you're gonna think it's anything more than a robbery.

BOBBY: If that's the way it went down, Chaz,

get it front of it now and just tell us who hired you.

ANDY: Otherwise, it's 25 to life, Chaz,

and upstate, you don't get to pick your boyfriends.

God.

I wasn't involved with this.

Now, if you want to hold me for more questioning,

I want to talk to an attorney.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- He was in on it. - We don't have dick to hold him on, Andy.

Detective, the front desk just called.

Some uniforms in a sector car just located Danny Breen.

Uh, tell 'em to pick him up. Meet me in front of 218 Twelfth Street.

I gotta do this. You want to cut Chaz loose?

Yeah, otherwise he's gonna lawyer up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GREG: This is all of it, the entire 1,500.

Boy, I hope this works.

The smoke from the candle will cleanse the money.

Your wife's spirit won't have anything more to worry about,

in terms of this money.

Then you gotta bring me the rest of it.

RAMONA: Do not open the bundle for 60 days.

What'll happen?

You will double the threat to you and your loved ones.

GREG: Sixty days is a long time. I got needs.

Uh, maybe you could do a little extra hocus-pocus,

- kinda speed things up. - You fail to understand.

If the money sees light before two cycles of the moon have passed,

not only will the threat be doubled, but the money itself will be worthless.

It is not in my power to change that.

Boy, this must be some unclean cash, huh?

It'll... it'll be worthless, huh?

- Yes. - GREG: You mean, like, it'll... What?

Change into a newspaper or something like that?

- It'll be worthless. - GREG: Uh-huh.

Yeah, so is that what happened to Dolores Schnitzler?

- Did... did she open the money too soon? - Who the hell are you?

Because, you know, she waited the 60 days,

and still, all she got was newspaper.

You know? Just like this, huh?

- Just like this! - Stevie, Juan.

- GREG: Backup. Now. - Son of a bitch.

New York City Police. You're under arrest.

- Get your hands up against the wall. - JAMES: Turn around!

- Come on. Gimme your hands. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OFFICER 1: Hands behind your back. Come on.

- What have we here? - OFFICER 2: All right, turn around.

JAMES: That's it.

Here we go.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

- OFFICER: All right, let's go. - What did she say?

She spit on you. You're cursed, pal.

JAMES: Let's go.

- (SIRENS BLARING) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

(DOOR KNOCKS)

- Yeah. - What is it, Bobby?

Lieu, this bouncer is hip-deep, man.

We just didn't have enough to hold him, though.

What else you looking at?

We're bringing in a guy named Mauro Graciale.

He runs a restaurant that these people invested in.

He's into them for some cash, so, uh,

you know, I think it's worth a conversation.

Okay.

Baby's about due, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm excited. You know what it's going to be?

Boy. We've got two daughters, eleven and 14.

I'm...

a little worried about my wife.

What, she's, uh, had a tough pregnancy?

It was a difficult delivery last time.

(SCOFFS) They're watching her real closely.

I just can't help feeling I've put her in harm's way.

Yeah, well, I'm sure she don't feel like that.

Come on, Lieu, you're gonna be walking in here with cigars soon.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. Yeah, I hope so.

- Night. - ARTHUR Yeah. Night.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

- He give you any trouble? - He's stoned. He stinks of reefer.

- Hey, listen, thanks. - No problem.

Come on, Danny.

- I'm wasted. - Yeah. Let's go inside, all right?

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Danny. Danny, where's your medicine? Hmm? Where's you medicine?

It's here.

Where here? It's not in the cupboard where you used to keep it.

Where is it? In the bedroom, bathroom?

- Where is it? - Bedroom.

All right, I'm gonna get it and I want you to take some, all right?

(COUGHS, SNIFFS)

ANDY: You gotta keep these windows open once in a while.

Okay, here.

Here. Come on, take it.

- Take your medicine. Come on. - (CHUCKLES)

Come on, Danny. Take it.

You got to remember to take your medication, Danny.

- Okay? You got to remember that. - Uh-huh.

And I don't want you smoking marijuana.

That's against the law. You can get arrested for that.

- Do you understand? - Okay.

(SIGHS)

I, uh... I saw you had some baseball pictures

in the other room there.

Do you like baseball?

- I used to play baseball. - You follow any teams,

- Yankees, Mets? - Mets are on strike.

Yeah. Of course, they all are.

All right, look, I'm going to take off.

Can I get you anything?

You want me to make you a sandwich?

- All the bread's poisoned. - No, there's uh...

- there's some fresh bread here, Danny. - It's poisoned, too.

No, it's not. Come on, Danny.

All right. Take care.

I'll be checking in, all right?

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (PAGER BEEPING) - DONNA: Can I help you?

I'm here to see Detective Medavoy.

Detective Medavoy.

- GREG: I'm Detective Medavoy. - My name is Herman Costello.

Oh, right. Uh, this way.

You've got all my children in jail.

Uh, you mean the fleecing team of Ramona, Stevie, and Juan,

who tried to take me off for 1,500 bucks?

You must have entrapped them.

We have the whole thing on tape, Mr. Costello, so, uh, spare me any talk.

This is it. I'll be checking in.

- I'll keep a good thought, Lieutenant. - Where do they stand?

Well...

Let's see, uh,

the sons will be ROR'ed in arraignment. Uh, unless there's a further development,

your daughter's looking at time.

- What kind of further development? - I don't know, uh,

maybe some offer of restitution to a prior victim.

My daughter said...

you mentioned a, uh, Dolores Schnitzler when you arrested her.

Suppose Mrs. Schnitzler got a...

- couple thousand dollars back. - She got taken for 3,000.

If she got three, uh, would that get my daughter out?

Mr. Costello, are you offering to make 3,000 dollars restitution?

Detective, is that a rash around your neck?

Let's stay on the subject, okay, Mr. Costello?

Are you offering to give Mrs. Schnitzler back her 3,000 dollars?

The reason I bring up the rash,

my daughter's words are very powerful.

Did she mention anything to you about a curse?

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Mr. Costello, that is a cul-de-sac.

I am not a person who responds to threats, implied or otherwise.

If I talk to the district attorney about your daughter's plea arrangement,

it's because you're offering restitution to a prior aggrieved party,

and... and... and not out of concern for some half-assed curse.

I'll put the 2,500 together.

It's 3,000, and I'll be in touch.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Have a seat. Thanks for coming in.

I understand you've been down in Miami, Mr. Graciale.

- Yeah. Just flew in. - Hell of a sunburn, huh?

Wait till I start to peel.

Did you hear about Peter Schelzo's murder?

Oh, yeah. Horrible. Real shame. He was a nice kid.

So, what do you think? Some fag go on a rampage or what?

You're a business associate of Peter Schelzo's, right?

Uh, more with his uncle.

I guess, technically, they both had a piece of my restaurant. Yeah.

And you were in default on a loan from them?

I guess technically I was in default. (CHUCKLES)

The uncle says he was about to take the place over.

No, we were, uh, trying to work out an arrangement

- that was equitable to all parties. - But pending this equitable arrangement,

technically, you're stiffin' 'em on a loan.

Mr. Graciale, this is a homicide investigation, okay?

Let's not be too cute here.

If what you tell us doesn't square up with what we already know,

you're going to have some problems. You understand?

Hey, uh, look, I'm here to cooperate.

- You mind if I smoke? - BOBBY: Your lungs.

Now, how long were you down in Miami?

Two days, just long enough to get my, uh, ass in a sling over this chick.

Like... like I don't have enough problems, uh, with my business,

I gotta step out on the old lady, huh?

You know a guy named Chaz Hildum?

- No. - He's a bouncer at Buddy's.

- Oh, yeah. I know who you mean. - So you do know him.

Well, I didn't connect the name with the guy at the door,

but when you said he was the bouncer,

I remember seeing him when I was over there.

Did you ever talk to him about your business problems

- when you were over there? - Why would I talk to him?

You never asked this guy Chaz

to do anything for you, you know, a favor or anything like that?

I don't get... What... I don't get where this is going.

In terms of turning off a security camera, maybe leaving a door unlocked at that bar.

Hey, oh, whoa, whoa, wait a second. What the hell are you guys talking about?

Hey, you're about to lose your place.

Maybe you figure you, uh, you can pay back these people

- with their own money. - I don't know nothing about this!

- I was in Florida. - Look, it's time to get real here,

- Mr. Graciale. The bouncer gave you up. - He gave me up?

He's got his head up his ass,

and you keep this up, you're gonna be talking to my lawyer.

Hey, if you took a hit out on Peter Schelzo,

you shouldn't be talking to us.

Of course maybe if you hired some guy to, uh, do a robbery,

and he messed up and did a murder, you ought to be helpin' yourself.

If that's the way it went down, Mr. Graciale, you ought to keep in mind

that the button guy knows that you're the only guy that can finger him.

Now, you could be in some danger there too.

Help us grab the shooter. It'll go a lot easier for you.

Give us a name, Mr. Graciale.

- You... you think I could be in danger? - Big danger.

(CAR HORN BLARING)

Uh, this... this was a robbery, all right?

It was a robbery. It wasn't supposed to be a murder.

I was just trying to pay back a loan.

(EXHALES)

Leon Nadeau.

I dropped a grand on Chaz to facilitate a robbery.

All right, whatever you need me to do here, you got it.

ANDY: We're gonna need you to wear a wire,

get this guy to say that he did the murder.

Well, I got to tell ya, next time someone starts talking

about Franco Harris making that catch or Foreman knocking out Moorer,

I'm gonna tell him about you coming up with Leon Nadeau.

- You want to setup the wire on this guy? - Yeah, then I'll go back in with...

I'm gonna take a whiz, and then I'm gonna call Corrections,

and find out how the hell did they still show

this guy Nadeau in the joint?

You sure you don't want to head to the lottery office,

start buyin' tickets?

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Mrs. Schnitzler called again.

I didn't tell her anything. I didn't want to get her hopes up.

We'll... we'll see what the ADA says.

I'm telling you, Donna,

this neck condition is going into overdrive.

The laundry's putting too much starch in your collars.

I spoke to the laundry.

They're not doing anything different with my shirts.

You remember me telling you how... how this girl, uh,

spoke to me in a foreign tongue and then... and then spit at me?

That neck rash could be a food allergy, Gregory. You're allergic to everything.

I haven't changed my diet.

And... and why would my gums all of a sudden start bleeding?

Do you honestly believe

it's 'cause a Gypsy girl put a curse on you?

I don't necessarily believe that, no,

but in the absence of any other explanation,

- I'd like to eliminate the possibility. - Sorry I'm late.

Ah, yeah. Hello, Counselor.

- SYLVIA: This is about the Costello case? - GREG: Yeah. Uh, the... the father was in,

uh, he's offering restitution to the, uh,

to the prior complainant.

Well, I got no problems letting the sons walk,

but the daughter, she's got multiple priors.

Uh, Miss Costas, the prior complainant is an elderly widow.

She... she lives on a social security check.

That's, uh, Dolores Schnitzler?

- Yes. - All right.

Now, the 3,000 dollars that Mrs. Schnitzler lost,

that was her safety net.

Getting it back would make a big difference

for her and her 14 cats.

Yeah, and if I let Ramona Costello walk,

aren't I setting up future Mrs. Schnitzlers?

Ah, well, realistically, Miss Costas,

if you file charges on this Gypsy girl, once... once she makes bail,

- would you ever expect to see her again? - (PAGER BEEPING)

GREG: I think not.

If you let me know that the father has made restitution,

I'll have the daughter's charges reduced

and she'll be released with her brothers at arraignment.

- Sounds like a plan. - Yeah, I got to return this page.

Uh, thanks, Miss Costas.

(WHISTLES)

- Yeah. - DONNA: Hey.

Uh, Adrienne, start running on locating that bouncer.

- He's gonna be a collar now. - Right.

DAN: Andy.

- How'd it go? - I gave Danny his medication.

Did you check under his tongue after? 'Cause he can pretend to take it.

He looked like he took it.

I'm 99 percent sure he did. I... I stayed a while,

- and, uh, we talked a little after. - How'd he seem?

- All right. - Okay.

- Thanks. - You going back to Queens?

I'm a... I'm not sure. I...

I have a 6:30 meeting here.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (HORN BLARING)

I... I can't do it, Andy. I have to go back to him.

- Dan... - No, I'm... I'm 67 years of age.

I'm not gonna have any more children.

What makes sense to me now is to be with him, to look after him.

The best I can for as long as I can.

- I can't agree with you on this. - I've made my choice.

He's my son.

I have to look after him.

I want your commitment to call me every four hours.

- I will. - I want a commitment, Dan.

You have it.

Sylvia.

Uh, Sylvia Costas, Dan Breen.

- How do you do? - Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Likewise.

Well, I'm due in court, so, see you later.

She's very attractive.

- Your relationship going well? - It's going good.

I'm glad of that.

If he comes after you...

you get out of there, Dan.

I was a cop a long time.

I can take care of myself.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

He's in.

- How was Miami? - Wall-to-wall ass. You bring the money?

- Is that's what I said I'd do? - Come on.

(CHUCKLES)

How'd that thing happen at that fag place?

What thing?

Why'd you have to whack the kid for, Leon?

Because the little fairy walked in on me.

- MAURO: It was supposed to be robbery. - LEON: I know what it was supposed to be.

But I told you, he walked in on me.

I get him all tied up and he's still screaming

at the top of his lungs. He wouldn't shut up.

- Guy left me no choice. - Got him.

Here we go.

Stand back, ma'am.

- ANDY: Move back. - OFFICER: Come on. Let's go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Should I? - Yeah.

- BOBBY: Police! Freeze! - ANDY: Freeze!

BOBBY: Let that woman go. Put that gun down.

I'm walking outta here or this bitch dies.

Listen up, Leon, I got emergency services right outside, you hear them?

Now, these guys don't know to do anything but shoot.

You're the one that's gonna die here right now!

Then I'm gonna take her with me.

BOBBY: All right, I hear what you're sayin',

but I know you, Leon,

and you ain't got the balls to shoot anyone

unless they're tied up and face down.

Your only chance walking outta here alive is give yourself up. You got 30 seconds!

Don't you play that string out, Leon, because I promise you

you're gonna die here.

What's it gonna be? You want to live, you wanna die?

- Bullet through the head, Leon. - (SIREN BLARING)

- You just take it easy. - Drop the gun and slide it over.

(WOMAN SOBBING)

Get down on your face.

Get down on your face!

You remember this position, don't you, Leon? Huh?

Little piece of crap.

Get up!

GREG: Come on, pal. You too.

I don't have to ride with him, do I?

No. No, we got a limo coming for you.

- DONNA: Hey. - Have we heard anything yet from Fancy?

He called. His wife's still in labor.

- She's having a hard time. - All right. Thanks.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (HORN BLARING)

(TELEPHONE TRILLING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- Danny? - (SIREN BLARING)

Danny!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Danny.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Dan.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

15th Squad. 10-85 forthwith, Westbound on Grand toward Mulberry.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

I'm gonna collar this guy. I know him. I want to try it alone.

- OFFICER: Be careful. - ANDY: Danny!

You gotta come with me now.

- You're gonna put me away! - We gotta go, Danny.

Leave my music on. I don't want to think about it.

It's all right, you're gonna be all right.

I hurt my dad.

- ANDY: Take him to the house. - OFFICER: You got it.

- Hey, Donna. I got pictures. - Let me see.

- Oh, Lieutenant, he's a little doll. - ARTHUR: He's great...

- Good-looking boy, Lieu. - JAMES: Does he have a name?

Arthur Fancy Junior.

How's his moms?

All right, it got tough for a while, but she's fine.

- BOBBY: Good. Hey, Andy. - ARTHUR: Andy.

Lieu, Andy's friend was killed today, Dan Breen.

Andy just brought in the son.

You get that shooter on that gay bar case?

Yeah, yeah, I'm checking his statement now.

- Yeah, good work. - Congratulations.

- Yeah. - Oh, hey.

I'm back with cigars, just like you said.

- I'm glad everything went okay. - Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS)

I just heard about your friend.

Did the son give a statement?

Nothing that made any sense.

He's covered with blood. His prints will be on the knife.

The father used to be on the job?

Helped me get back on my feet again.

- I'm sorry, Andy. - (GRUNTS)

My wife, she had our baby. (CHUCKLES)

- Is that right? - Yeah. Everybody's healthy.

That's great. It's a boy, huh?

Yeah.

I've always wanted a son.

I was afraid to admit it, I wanted it so bad.

I'm glad it worked out.

- I hope he gets what you want for him. - Yeah.

I want everything for him.

We're making a run to central booking, Detective.

You want us to take your collar over?

No, I should go do that.

- VINNY: Congratulations, Lieutenant. - Hey, thanks, Vinny.

- ANDY: Come on, Danny. - I don't wanna go.

You gotta go to booking. I'm gonna take you.

I lost my headphones.

Get up, Danny, please. Come on.

Turn around. Give me your hands.

I got your headphones.

- Here. - (HORN BLARING)

You can listen to them on the way down.

(SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE)

Come on.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)