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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN BLARES)

Hey, what do we got?

- Pimp stabbed to death. - SIMONE: Got witnesses?

- (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) - No. Hotel clerk found him, called 911.

Yeah, we got somebody looking for the clerk.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

All right, Greg and I will start the canvass.

- Yeah. - Body's still warm.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Ooh, man. He looks like he got stabbed with a shovel.

- (SIREN BLARING) - (RADIO CHATTER)

- Somebody call the ME? - Yeah, he's on his way.

All right.

(HOARSE) This is the clerk, Larry Sinks.

- Yeah. - What, you got a cold?

- Yeah. I feel like my head's a blimp. - Huh.

I'll go help him canvass.

How you doing, Mr. Sinks? What can you tell us about

- the victim here? - His name's Ricky Martin. He lived in 212.

This is 242.

I'm the hotel clerk, not the social director.

I don't know and I don't care what these people do.

Well, we're not exactly bubblin' over with curiosity either, Larry,

but the fact is, one of your skell guests just got killed.

That tends to get our attention.

Now, you wanna be a little more cooperative?

The guy lived in 12, he ran his whore out of 42.

That's all I know about him.

Well, was he in a beef with someone?

Anybody pissed off with him that you know about?

- No. I don't know. (SCOFFS) - What was his whore's name?

Rose. She lived with him in 12,

- uh, with a little kid she had. - She know about this?

- I don't know. (SCOFFS) I guess so. - Well, where we gonna find her?

- I don't know. - You don't know.

You need this job, Larry, hmm?

'Cause we'll put some cops out in front of this dump,

hassles everybody comes in and out.

When your boss wants to know why he's goin' broke,

we'll tell him it's 'cause you were a pain in the ass.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I think she strolls over on tenth.

What we need to know, Larry, is what she looks like, okay?

She's a Black whore, about 5'6", uh, maybe 35, 40. (SCOFFS)

I wouldn't know what else to tell you.

Look, let us into 12. Maybe we can find a picture in there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You know what, I always used to figure I'd wind up dead

in one of these joints, and you'd be the prick who'd find me.

- No offense, you look like the type. - (SIREN BLARING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) - So, now when are gonna tell me

what this is all about?

Well, we're gonna sit down and have a little chat.

You gonna run this through the lieutenant, Greg?

Uh, yeah, and I'll... I'll check in with the ME.

(SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT)

Down here, Rose.

- Okay. - How'd you get that eye?

- A trick. - Mm-hmm, what was that about?

- Just being mean. - Have a seat.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All right, Rose.

We're gonna need your help about Ricky.

All I know is that he's dead.

How'd you find out about it?

I was in the room and then Larry came and said

that Ricky was dead in 42.

You were in the room that you and Ricky lived in.

Twelve. Yeah.

And 42 is the room that you tricked in, right?

Uh-huh, it's all the way down the hall. And that's all I know about it.

The room clerk says you got a kid, Rose. Where's he at now?

The day care.

You want us to have Child Welfare pick him up?

- I'm a good mother to him. - You don't give us some help here,

and Child Welfare is gonna decides on that.

- I didn't see how Ricky died. - That don't work, Rose.

Your pimp, dead in a room you trick in, and you don't know what happened?

Now, when was the last time that you were in 42,

- before Ricky got killed? - No, no, no, listen.

I was in there with a trick, right. And the trick hit me.

I went and got Ricky.

And that's all I know about it. After that, I was in the other room.

- What do you know about the trick? - Nothin'.

Rose.

White guy, 45.

- A belly about like yours. - SIMONE: Why'd he hit you?

I told you. Just being mean.

You're stiffin' us, Rose.

And Child Welfare is gonna take your kid away.

No way are they gonna let him grow up in that hotel.

You better help yourself here.

This white guy started slappin' me around,

asking me where could he find Silky, which is this other pimp.

And Latanya, which is this hoe that strolls for Silky.

- SIMONE: Why was he askin' you? - 'Cause he couldn't find them.

And he said that they ran this game on him the day before.

And he wound up losin' his wallet, and his lower teeth.

And he was pissed off.

And then he breaks bad with me. So I go and get Ricky.

- And you didn't go back to the room? - No.

And then here comes that creep Larry about half an hour later,

sayin' Ricky was dead in 42.

Where are we gonna find Silky, Rose?

- The Silver Dollar, or Kerner's. - Kerner's on fourth?

Mm-hmm.

Sit tight.

- I got to stay here? - Yeah, you gotta stay.

I don't wanna lose my boy.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES) - MALE VOICE: And I think I'll have, uh...

- Hi, kiddo. (CHUCKLES) - Hi, Harold.

You look beautiful.

- You look great. - You look good too. (CHUCKLES)

So, uh, thanks for meetin' me. I hope I didn't jam you up

- with the guy answering the phone. - No.

- Gregory knew I was comin' to see you. - WAITRESS: Here you go.

- Thank you. - (HAROLD CHUCKLING)

So how long has that been goin' on?

- A little while, Harold. - (CHUCKLES) Huh.

Tell me about yourself.

Ah, in terms of playing, I was with, uh,

Moncton until a couple of weeks ago, uh, up in New Brunswick.

I know. I... I'd seen the hockey news.

Oh, did you keep track?

Yeah, you know, with the strike the AHL got pretty big coverage.

(EXCLAIMS)

So, but, uh, they released me a couple weeks ago.

I got some feelers from IHL, senior A's.

But I decided, it's probably time.

You had a good career, Harold.

I did all right.

So what are your plans?

My two best seasons were with the Rangers, so...

I think here's my best chance to capitalize.

I saved a few dollars. I'm lookin' a couple bar opportunities,

one over here on 14th.

I hope things work out for you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Judy and I split up.

Hmm, I'm sorry.

HAROLD: Hey, it wasn't the world's happiest marriage.

I guess you know that.

So I guess it's serious with this Gregory.

Yeah, it is.

(INHALES DEEPLY) I guess I was hoping that, uh,

you know, with the decks cleared with me and Judy,

maybe you'd be interested in seeing me again.

I don't think so.

Now your decks aren't cleared.

I hope we can be friends anyway.

- Of course. - HAROLD: Yeah, because...

I always thought that

what we had,

was pretty special.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - I have to get to work.

Oh, so you won't mind if I keep in touch?

No.

Send me an opening notice if, uh, you get involved with that bar.

- HAROLD: Okay. - Hmm.

- It was good to see you. - WAITRESS: Would you like to order?

I, uh, won't be havin' anything.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES) - GREG: Hi.

- Hi. - GREG: How was breakfast?

- Okay. - Yeah? Is your friend okay?

- Uh, he's retiring from hockey. - Oh, yeah?

So, uh, wha... what's he doing back in New York?

Lookin' for career opportunities. He might relocate here.

Uh, him... him and his wife, huh?

- He and his wife split up. (SIGHS) - GREG: Oh, they split up, huh.

- DONNA: (SIGHS) Yeah. - GREG: So, uh, maybe he's lookin'

- for other opportunities too. - Greg, if Harold had plans toward me,

he doesn't anymore.

(SIGHS) And... and did you tell him about us?

- Of course. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

So, what, you... you just had breakfast with him?

- (PHONE RINGING) - Actually,

- I just had coffee. - Yeah, because, um,

I think there's still something there, Donna.

That's the sense I have on his part.

Uh...

So, uh, what's he gonna do, open a bar?

- He's thinkin' about it. - Uh-huh.

One of those places with, uh,

his old sports photos blown up on the wall?

Yeah, probably.

Be a lot of stuff with him on the bench.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

(INHALES DEEPLY) Anyways, uh,

you saw him and, uh, you let him know the situation.

Lieutenant Fancy's staring at us.

We should get to work.

Yeah, I have to call the ME.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Listen, we got a homicide to solve here, Silky.

Now, you run women, you murphy a guy. We're not lookin' to jam you for that.

- I can't help you with the homicide, man. - You don't know who this dead Ricky is?

- I mean, I know who he is, yeah. - He does what you do, Silky.

I guess, not anymore. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, yeah, yeah. Crack wise with us. That's a good idea.

Oh, come on. I'm sayin', all right? I... I heard he was dead, all right?

I know who the guy was. I don't know anything else about it.

- You know Ricky ran a woman named Rose. - Yeah, I know Rose.

Rose says a trick came lookin' for you.

When he couldn't find you, he kicked her ass.

Oh, I don't know who that be.

Oh, we got it figured, Silky.

Rose went to get Ricky to protect her from this trick.

That's how Ricky got dead.

SIMONE: Now, all we want is a line on the trick.

And then you can get back to your useful life, all right?

I wanna help you with this.

I got nothin' to give you, man.

You're lookin' to take a beating, Silky.

All right, then I gotta take a beating. I don't know nothin'.

Why would Rose put you in the middle of this?

Lookin' to give you guys somethin'.

Being pissed off because she wanted to stroll for me.

(CHUCKLES) And her stuff is too tired.

Rose wanted to leave Ricky, and she wanted you to be her pimp?

- Well, we had a few conversations. - You think she could have killed Ricky?

- How'd he die? - Looks like stabbings.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Man. I guess anything's possible, you know.

GREG: Okay, but, listen, make sure you call me to confirm that, all right?

- You think Silky's opened his heart to us? - Oh, yeah.

Guys, uh, the ME's office just called. Um,

they X-rayed that DOA at the autopsy. Turns out there's a bullet inside him.

It severed his aorta.

So, now, you see the ME thinks that the stab wounds were made, uh... uh,

postmortem, trying to recover the bullet.

- Hmm. - What do they got on the bullet?

GREG: (SIGHS) Well, it's being couriered to ballistics.

But, uh... (EXHALES DEEPLY) ...the ME says it looks like

- a standard .38 nyclad semi wad-cutter. - Oh, man.

- We got anything on that pimp murder? - Yeah, we're doing great. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

Looks like the shooter could be a cop.

- (SIREN BLARING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (PHONE RINGING) - We need the trick you Murphied, Silky.

(SIGHS) Look, Detective, I run women, all right?

I don't need to run no Murphy game.

Say you don't figure to Murphy a guy for money.

Say some guy did somethin' to one of your girls,

pissed you off. The next time he comes back, you work it out,

she puts a little potion in his beverage of choice.

You take the guy off, you steal his teeth,

- humiliate him a little. - Look, I don't wanna windup

- in the middle of this. - There you go thinkin' again, Silky.

- You don't want to know on this guy. - Do not read my mind for me!

- He's a cop, all right? - He's a cop. What's his name.

Uh, McCabe. Jerry.

- That's the name he gave you? - SILKY: It's the name on his license.

- Which you ripped off. - (SILKY SIGHS)

Guy's, listen to me. There's no way I look to hurt a cop.

The guy comes in the club I'm in. I recognize him from uptown.

I got locked up once in the 8th Precinct.

Now, the guy knows what I do. He's lookin' to find a date.

I'm lookin' to give him rhythm behind his job.

So, I give him 50 to give to the girl, which I know she's gonna give back to me.

So, all I'm doin' is movin' money around.

But it keeps her feelin' good about herself.

Guy goes upstairs,

keeps 30 of what I gave him,

gives 20 up to the girl,

tells her that's what I told him to pay her.

He rips me off, rips her off from sex, and gets her pissed off at me.

Now he comes back in a couple days later. Here we go again.

I give him the 50, but I say, "Please give this to the girl."

He goes up, he gives her the 50.

But she's still pissed off from a couple days before.

She slips him a mickey, boom, he passes out.

She comes and finds me.

Then you go back, take the guy off and steal his teeth.

I never did nothin' like that.

She took his wallet,

and I took it back and put it on him while he was passed out in the room.

Now, if there was any money missing, it must've been her who took it!

And... and I don't know nothin' about his teeth.

He must've lost those when he was throwin' up behind that Mickey.

- Where's the girl? - (SIGHS)

I put her on a bus to Philadelphia.

I got scares myself a couple of days. I'm waitin' for this cop to calm down.

I see, but he wants to stay pissed off,

'cause he went up and broke bad on that whore Rose,

while he was lookin' for me.

And Ricky, who went to help her out, boom, got himself killed.

Jerry McCabe.

Jerry McCabe. Yeah.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

Okay, here we go, Bobby.

Um, you know Andy Sipowicz.

This is Bobby Simone.

How's it going?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- These are photos for the array. - The subject's doin' day tour.

- He's at a squad. - Do you mind if they do the spread?

The witnesses are pretty hinky.

No problem. As long as we observe.

How solid do you think this ID is on McCabe?

I'm gonna find out.

She's over in one.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- You think Rose knows McCabe's a cop? - I don't know.

- If she doesn't know, she smells it. - Detective? Uh, Benita Alden called.

She said she'd speak with you later.

- Thanks. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Sit down, Rose.

I've got some pictures we want you to look at.

Is the trick in there who beat you up?

- (SIREN BLARING) - That's him...

that's the one that hit me.

Did he kill Ricky?

- I don't know nothin' about that. - You don't know, Rose,

- or you don't want to say? - I didn't see!

Rose, if we didn't want this guy,

we wouldn't be talkin' to you, isn't that right?

Maybe you want him, and maybe you don't.

Rose, we want him.

Whatever you may be thinking why we wouldn't, we want him.

Maybe you want him, and somebody else decides different.

But you did see him whack Ricky, right?

I didn't see that! And I am not testifying on that!

This guy hit me, I ran and got Ricky. Ricky went to 42, and I stayed in 12.

- Did you hear gunshots? - I didn't hear anythin'.

I was way at the other end of the hall!

(SIREN BLARING)

Can I make a call?

Get my boy picked up at the center?

You're done here, Rose.

Go on, go pick him up yourself.

Get outta here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

- GREG: Hey, uh, we got the room clerk. - Good. Put... put him in three.

MARTINEZ: Right.

- She pick out McCabe? - SIMONE: Yeah.

That's the room clerk, we got him in the other interview room.

- See what he says. - Where can we see that?

Get a stepladder. You can peek over the transom.

(PHONE RINGING)

You know, I'm sick about this.

My kid got picked up on a wrong warrant last year.

This McCabe helped me out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We got some more questions for you, Larry.

- Like what? (CHUCKLES) - Did you hear a gunshot?

- When? - "When?" Last Thanksgiving.

This morning, before you found that pimp dead,

did you hear a gun go off?

I was at the desk. I didn't hear anything.

I wanna know if the guy who went to 42 with that hooker Rose

is in these pictures? And if you say you don't know what I'm talkin' about,

I'm gonna give you a smack you.

- What you guys tryna do to me, huh? - We want this guy. You understand?

Now, if you heard that gunshot, we wanna know about it.

If you saw this guy leave we wanna know about it.

Whatever angle you think we're playing, you forget about it.

'Cause we want this guy!

- Look at these pictures, man! - Go ahead. Look. Go on.

What'd I ever do to you?

- You jam me up for a dead pimp. - Why do you think you're jammed up?

You know why I'm jammed up.

No, you tell us, Larry.

'Cause the guy's a cop.

- Jerry somethin'. - SIMONE: Right.

Did you hear that gunshot?

A couple of minutes before he came back down.

They need Interview Two. Are you done with Silky?

Yeah, we're done with him.

Does that include me?

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Uh...

Listen, uh,

I... I feel that I may have left things on the wrong note this morning.

And... (HESITATES) ...I may have left a wrong tone between us.

- It's all right. - And, I mean, you can understand

my position? Now, uh,

where... where you told me about

this fellow on one of our first encounters, you know.

you... you expressed that, uh, um, you had strong feelings for him.

And that the relationship was over.

Yeah, yeah. It was over because he was married.

Uh, which he no longer is.

What are you doing, Gregory?

I'm simply saying that you can understand my feelings.

Oh.

I thought you meant to apologize

that you said cruel things about someone you don't know,

and acted like a jerk.

Donna, this is a complicated situation.

You're makin' it that way.

Let's discuss it over lunch.

- I'm busy. - (PHONE RINGS)

DONNA: 15th Detective Squad.

SIMONE: So, this Rose puts McCabe beating her up in her room

five minutes before the murder.

She runs out the room to get her pimp Ricky.

Ricky comes back into the room where McCabe is.

Then she says she doesn't see anymore.

But the room clerk puts McCabe comin' down the stairs

five minutes after he hears gunshots go off.

Plus we got the department-issued bullet

- retrieved from the DOA's body. - What we don't got is an eyewitness.

- I think we gotta pick him up. - It's taken care of.

What do you mean it's taken care of?

We're picking him up.

We're bringing him in for you. This is still our homicide.

Sure.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES) - You're late.

I'm sorry, I was at the lawyer's.

Yeah, I already ordered.

- (SIGHS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'll have whatever she's having, and an iced tea.

WAITER: Right.

(SIGHS)

Jeffrey and I are filing for divorce.

- How's he taking it? - DANA: Hard.

- It's tough on both of us. - Oh, I'll bet.

Excuse me, but is a little emotional support

- from my own sister too much to ask? - You mean, like the way you supported me?

Why are you so pissed off at me?

You make a pass at my boyfriend,

right in my own kitchen, and you don't know why I'm PO'd?

- Donna, I was in a very needy place. - (DONNA SIGHS)

And Greg was there for me.

It was an innocent hug, is all. I swear.

Okay?

Okay.

So... (SIGHS) ...how are you?

Better than me, I hope.

Harold Rutansky called me.

- No. Really? - WAITER: Excuse me.

He broke up with his wife.

Oh, my God. You two gettin' back together?

(CHUCKLES) He wants to, but I told him I was involved.

(GASPS) Does Greg know you saw him?

He answered the phone when Harold called.

- Oh, boy. Did he freak out? - You could say.

It's just like me and Jeff.

Once they go jealous, forget it.

Excuse me.

But I've never given Gregory a single reason to be jealous of me.

All's I'm say is, maybe you wanna keep

hunky Harold Rutansky on the back burner just in case.

Dana, I'm not interested in keeping Harold Rutansky

on my back burner or anywhere else.

- You sure? - Absolutely!

'Cause if you're absolutely sure, then maybe you could fix me up with him.

You stay away from him, Dana.

- I'm not kidding. - Okay, okay.

Touchy.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES) - (PHONE RINGING)

I'm Leo Archer,

and I'm representing Detective McCabe.

- You're his delegate? - Yes.

Andy, how's it going?

- How's it going? - SIMONE: We're right through here, guys.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

Detective McCabe has been given his rights.

He's also aware that GO 15 does not apply.

He should also know that if he refuses to answer questions,

- he's likely to face suspension. - My name is Bobby Simone.

How you doing?

We're investigating a homicide at the Berkeley Hotel.

Detective McCabe's name has been mentioned by several witnesses,

and we'd like to question him with regards to that.

On advice of counsel,

Detective McCabe declines to answer any questions.

Consider yourself under suspension.

Do we have his service and off-duty guns?

We have his service revolver. He says that his off-duty weapon is lost.

- SIMONE: Has that been reported? - No, uh, I was hopin' to find it.

Before Detective McCabe makes a final decision on cooperating,

(JERRY CLEARS THROAT)

I think you should hear what we have on this.

All right.

We have statements Detective McCabe frequented prostitutes in that hotel,

we have statements that he was slipped a mickey in one

of the rooms at the hotel, two days ago

after trying to cheat one of the prostitutes out of payment for sex.

We have separate, and corroborating statements

that he returned to the hotel today,

trying to find the pimp and prostitute that he held responsible

for slipping him the mickey, stealing his money and his teeth.

And that he was beating on the witness prostitute in Room 42,

to get her to give information on the whereabouts

of the other prostitute and the pimp.

We have a statement from the witness prostitute

that she fled the room in order to find her pimp,

and that her pimp ran back into the room to confront Detective McCabe.

Detective McCabe has been identified

leaving the hotel four to five minutes after gunshots were heard

from the room where the pimp went into, and where he was later found dead.

A department-issued bullet was recovered from the DOA on the autopsy.

The ME interprets stab wounds on the DOA. As consistent with an unsuccessful effort

to recover this bullet from the DOA's body.

And detective McCabe's off-duty weapon is missing.

He's not walking out of here.

He ought to look to help himself.

I'd like to consult with my client.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

- So how was lunch? - Lunch was fine.

Yeah?

- How's she doing? - Who?

Your sis.

How did you know I was having lunch with my sister?

Well, I... I was passin' by, and, uh,

I... I happened to... to look in, and... and there you were.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - You were spyin' on me?

No. Not spyin'.

Well, what do you call it, Gregory? You followed me.

Well, I... I don't call it spying.

What did you think,

I was meeting Harold for an afternoon quickie?

Hey, I don't like that kind of talk from you.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Please go away.

- I was not spying. - Please.

(PHONE RINGING)

DONNA: 15th Detective Squad.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - DONNA: Uh...

Yeah, uh, let me transfer you.

You okay?

Yeah.

When your son got in trouble how did McCabe know you to reach out?

He did the last part of my tour in public morals.

Then we went on a few details.

Big drinker this guy?

He drank. (BREATHES DEEPLY) When we were working together,

I wasn't real concerned on excessive boozing.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SIGHS) At that point, my kid, and I weren't talking that much.

If it hadn't have been for McCabe, uh, I might never have known.

Gentlemen.

He'd like to talk with Detective Sipowicz.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS) Any conversation without me present is off the record.

Yeah.

He wants to talk to me.

- We wanna hear it. - I'm gonna talk to him alone.

I don't want anybody in that observation room.

OFFICER: Uh, send the canine unit over there and check it out.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SIGHS)

You okay? Want me to get you somethin'?

Nah, nah.

Some jackpot, huh, Andy?

Uh, yeah.

Last couple of years I start drinkin'... (BREATHES DEEPLY)

...I don't know what I turn into.

I'm the same way.

Somebody ever told me I could do what happened in that hotel,

I would've never believed him.

- (SIREN BLARING) - The guy come at you?

He came at me. He had a knife.

I'm still looking at time.

I gotta do what I can for my family.

I can't put 'em through a trial.

Me in jail is gonna be hard enough.

I don't wanna see them humiliated by...

by what I was doing down there.

Can they work with me on that?

On the story that comes out?

If I plead to manslaughter, would they work with me on the story?

I'll talk to 'em.

I'd appreciate that, Andy.

(CHUCKLES)

So, uh...

What do you hear from your kid?

He's going into the Air Force.

Is that right?

Good for him.

Good for him.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

I gotta talk to my lieutenant.

If the sex part doesn't get out, he'd go for manslaughter.

(SIGHS)

Department's not lookin' to wash this guy's laundry in the papers.

Talk to the DA.

- (SIPOWICZ SIGHS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

You got a minute for me, Greg?

Yeah, yeah. What is it?

I wanted your opinion on somethin', you know, a personal matter.

Yeah, go ahead.

What would you think about, you know, me and Adrienne on a social level?

Uh, actually, I nev... I never really thought about it.

(CHUCKLES) I think you're right. I... I think that's the problem.

- What is? - She's not thinkin' about it,

and I haven't brought it to her attention raisin' the possibility.

She don't know you're interested in her?

- You don't think so? - No, I'm askin'.

No, I don't think she does.

This other guy she's seein', the doctor, they meet for the first time in 15 years,

immediately he says, "Adrienne, would you like to go out?"

See, he let her know he was interested.

- Uh-huh. - MARTINEZ: Most I ever did was say, uh,

I enjoyed working with her on a case.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Yeah, well, uh...

I guess... I guess you gotta be a little more straightforward.

Well, uh, I'm gonna try that. Yeah, I'm gonna try that.

Yeah. Otherwise, they misinterpret.

Thanks. I think you're right.

- You all right? Okay. - GREG: Yeah. No problem.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES) - Your client agrees to sign

the immunity waiver and will testify fully at the grand jury tomorrow morning?

You'll remind him that's sealed testimony.

And if the grand jury returns a true bill,

my office will seek no indictment higher than man one.

And you won't release the sexual circumstances on a plea?

- Agreed. - We'll pick him up

at his house 8:30 tomorrow morning then.

He's asked if Detective Sipowicz could be there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yeah, all right.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROWLS)

(MOANS)

- How'd your sit-down go with the reporter? - (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- Kevin Corcoran. - Yeah.

Hmm. (INHALES DEEPLY) It went... it went well.

- I'm glad we did it. - Big city, right?

Yeah, I think there's enough for both of us to cover.

(CHUCKLES)

No, he admitted he felt a little threatened

'cause I'd changed beats, and then I got the Webster story.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Uh, and maybe you don't want the blow by blow.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

We, um, we had a case go bad on us today.

Pimp murder.

You know, you figure the guy's whore did it, right?

Or, uh, some other pimp...

or some other solid citizen. (SCOFFS)

Comes up a cop.

Over what?

The guy got rolled down there a couple of days ago.

Comes back drunk to kick ass.

- Somebody from your precinct? - Hmm.

No, 8th Squad. Guy named McCabe.

My partner Andy, he's all upset.

Well, his...

This guy McCabe, he helped him out. You know, his son was in trouble.

Now we come to collar this guy.

- What are you lookin' for? - That souvlaki salad.

That's gone. We finished that last night.

I didn't know we finished it.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

- SIMONE: I can make you a sandwich. - (CHUCKLES) That's okay.

- Yeah. (GRUNTS) - BENITA: What are you doing?

I'm goin' across the street.

- I'll be back in two minutes. - What a guy.

- (GRUNTS) - Got it?

Want anything else?

Just the Souvlaki.

- Come here. - Hmm. (CHUCKLES)

- Don't you go anywhere. - Hmm, not me.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

SIPOWICZ: What's with the ambulance?

I'm so worried. He looks like he's hurt so bad.

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- He's pronounced 8:15 a.m. - (SIPOWICZ SIGHS)

He isn't dead. His lips just moved. Get him to the hospital.

He's DOA, Detective. He was dead when we walked in.

And I'm tellin' you he moved. Now, you get him outta here.

Okay.

SIMONE: Comin' through here.

- (PAPERS RUSTLING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

This guys on the job. Give that that ambulance an escort.

Notify the emergency room to stand by.

- Sector boy and my boss are on the way. - I'll brief them when they get here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)

The guy's dead, Detective.

If he's pronounced here, he'd lie in that room for the next eight hours.

- I gotta call my office. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SIPOWICZ: Ma'am, I'm Detective Sipowicz.

So, uh, how... how is he? Is he gonna be okay?

He's hurt real bad, Mrs. McCabe.

Where are your kids?

Uh, they're, uh, next door at the Cantors' apartment.

Should I go to the hospital now?

Uh, they... they can tell me something there.

Yeah, they'll tell you something at the hospital, Mrs. McCabe.

- Can I get someone to help you? - Um, my sister.

Uh, her husband is a sergeant on Coney Island.

Um... (SNIFFLES) ...here's the number.

All right, I'll call your sister. Why don't you go get dressed.

Yeah. All right.

Yeah, I'll hold on.

Get off the phone.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

I wanna know who put that out.

- Yeah. - Who gave this to the papers?

- (UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES) - I was thinkin' maybe your boss.

No, I just talked to Abrams.

Andy, there's no way that this is his leak.

This man's poor family.

I'd like to think it's IAB, but I don't know why they'd do it?

Maybe just to stay in shape.

Anybody got a line on this reporter Corcoran?

No. I tend not to have good press contacts.

- I'm gonna make some calls, Lieu. - ARTHUR: Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Early to bed, early to rise.

I had a headache.

Then I had to stop at the bank this morning.

I apologize for doubting you. I... I won't do it again, I swear.

That's all behind us now. Can we forget it?

(SIGHS)

No, we can't.

Why not?

It isn't just me you don't trust.

Your... your entire life is an obstacle course.

Uh, you wake up in the morning, and start anticipating disaster.

What, because I run salt water

- through my nostrils? - (SIGHS)

It... it prevents my sinuses from closing.

It is not the salt water. It is not your asthma,

or your rashes or your food allergies.

It's your attitude, Gregory.

Wha... what's wrong with my attitude?

You won't enjoy your life.

You don't like hockey games. You don't like restaurants.

You won't socialize

because you're embarrassed of your stuttering.

And you don't want your kids to come over because you're embarrassed about me.

My father died when he was 54 years old, Greg.

I know how short life is.

And I don't wanna spend the rest of mine cleanin' out air purifiers,

and playing Parcheesi,

and wondering when's the next time you're gonna follow me somewhere.

I followed you because I love you.

I don't want to be followed because you love me.

I wanna be happy because you do.

I had no idea I was bringing you such misery, Donna.

(HESITATES) If I'd realized that,

(HESITATES) I never would've left my wife and family.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, God.

You didn't leave your wife and kids for me.

You left because she had her legs in the air

for the day manager at the food mart.

Oh, Greg.

I don't wanna fight like this.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Neither do I.

Look, uh, give me two hours from the end of my tour.

(HESITATES) I'll be packed and gone. You see...

I thought we loved each other.

- (DOOR OPENING) - Me too.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (PHONE RINGING)

- BENITA: Here I am. - Come here.

So what do you know about the story?

- What story? - SIMONE: About Jerry McCabe.

"Sources say a detective from the 8th Precinct

"is being questioned in the homicide which resulted from a dispute

"about the favors of the prostitute."

BENITA: You saw the story, did you see the byline?

Yeah, I saw the byline.

'Course, now, if you were looking to use what I told you,

it wouldn't be under your name, would it, Benita?

Maybe you conveniently develop a yen for a snack, I go get it,

and you drop a dime to your new buddy Kevin Corcoran.

Show him how you scratch each other's back down at metro.

- You think I did that? - I'm trying to decide.

I didn't. I wouldn't.

- It hurts me you think I would, Bobby. - If you used it, Benita,

it might as well have been me puttin' a gun to McCabe’s head.

What are you talking about?

He killed himself.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I didn't use it, Bobby.

Corcoran's got his own sources.

You gonna ask me a few more times?

- No. - Good.

- Andy. - SIPOWICZ: Yeah.

We gotta talk.

Go ahead.

I'm thinking this might have been my fault.

About the story comin' out.

How would it be your fault?

I've been seeing that girl, Benita Alden.

- That reporter? - Yeah. We, uh,

we've been seein' each other.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

So I'm talkin' to her last night, uh...

about the case.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'm... I'm feeling bad for McCabe and for you...

'cause he helped your boy and all.

And she gave it to this Corcoran?

She says she didn't. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- SIPOWICZ: And you think she's lying. - I don't know.

(SIREN BLARING)

- I don't know. I felt I could trust her. - (SCOFFS)

She'd be the first one in her occupation.

I'm feelin' like it was me that put the bullet in this guy's head.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

You didn't put him out there chasin' whores.

You didn't pull the trigger when he killed that pimp.

This could have been IAB.

This could have been the DA.

- (INHALES DEEPLY) Mm-hmm. - Could've been someone in the squad.

You keep this to yourself,

or you'll be taking the weight, whether she did it or not.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (SNEEZES) - (PHONE RINGING)

MARTINEZ: Hey, Greg.

Hi.

So, uh, Adrienne's still got that sinus infection.

- Yeah? - MARTINEZ: Mm-hmm.

You don't hold that against her, do you?

- What do you mean? - Difficulty with her sinuses.

Oh, everybody gets colds. I mean, uh,

I just didn't think it was the right time to approach her.

- Mm-hmm. - MARTINEZ: But I, uh, wanted to,

you know, tell you I appreciate the encouragement you gave me,

expressing my feelings toward her.

I hope it works out.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll tell you, James, uh, could you excuse me a minute?

- MARTINEZ: You okay? - Yeah, I... I just don't feel well.

- Can I get you anything? - Nah.

I... I just need to stand here a minute.

Sure, all right, uh, hope you feel better.

(PHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

What's up?

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

These are Kevin Corcoran's numbers, work and beeper.

What's he gonna tell me?

- That I didn't give him the story. - Who'd he get it from?

He wouldn't tell me, I wouldn't expect him to.

But you expect me to believe him?

I'd have expected you to believe me.

(PAPER RUSTLING)

- Okay, thanks for the numbers. - That's it?

- Just gonna close me out, Bob? - I can't see you, Benita.

I don't feel I can trust you.

Now, if I'm wrong about that, then I apologize.

BENITA: You're wrong.

Even if you weren't, you never told me that the conversation was off the record.

Off the record?

We were lyin' in bed in there, right?

Now, I didn't think that I had to talk to you

about on and off the record anymore.

You gave it to him, didn't you?

Why should I keep denying it? You don't believe me anyway.

Are we gonna get past this, Bobby?

You know, I started seein' you, and, uh...

you seemed really sweet to me.

You're smart.

You're pretty.

If we didn't love each other...

maybe that was my problem, all right? Maybe I'm the one that has

to remember how to fall in love.

(INHALES DEEPLY) The worst that could have happened here,

the worst,

is that we could have kept each other company.

Isn't that right, Benita?

I mean, what harm could come out of something like that?

I guess Jerry McCabe found out.

(CLICKS TONGUE, INHALES DEEPLY) I liked you so much, Bobby.

Yeah, and you had your job to do.

- Oh, just like you have yours. - Good night.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)