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OFFICER 1: Here are those files, you wanted.

- OFFICER 2: Uh, thank you. - (SIGHS)

I had a stronger stream.

- What? - ANDY: My stream was stronger.

- Maybe I don't have to see this guy. - JOHN: Pardon me.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Andy, look, you had problems for a week, right?

Go see a doctor. Find out what's going on here.

Hey. My age, you get a pain for every bad thought you ever had.

Can't run to the doctor, every minute.

When's the last time you been to the doctor, when you got shot?

Haven't had a finger up my ass since longer than that.

Which is exactly how this guy's gonna examine my prostrate.

- Here you go. - Excuse me. Are you writin' a book?

- I'm sorry? - No, because you seem extremely interested

- in our conversation. - Detective, I haven't heard a word,

- you were saying. - ANDY: Uh-huh.

Hey, Andy, you and Bobby got a shooting. 3rd and 12th.

Come on.

- BOBBY: Here you go, John. - JOHN: Thank you.

- (SIRENS BLARING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OFFICER OVER RADIO: Ten-thirteen. Officer shot. Officer shot.

Couple of cops shot near that shooting on Third Avenue.

(SIREN BLARES)

(SIRENS BLARES)

ANDY: Woah, woah, woah. Hey, hey.

BOBBY: Will you get the hell out of the street!

I'm Councilman Paul Manos.

There's a woman in there bleeding to death!

I thought our crime scene's a couple blocks down.

I called 911. Cop cars keep passing by.

- ANDY: All right, all ri... - This woman's been shot for God's sake.

- I got this. All right! - PAUL: Why won't you help?

ANDY: I got this.

- BOBBY: I'll be around the corner. - Yeah.

- Come on. - I'm City Councilman Paul Manos.

- ANDY: Yeah, I heard. - PAUL: Guy just came in,

shot and ran away.

I got a carry permit, but I didn't want to endanger anybody with crossfire.

ANDY: Put that away.

(SIRENS BLARES)

FEMALE VOICE: Help me!

- Can't you see I've just been shot? - BOBBY: Ma'am.

- Ma'am! Ma'am! - Somebody help me!

Ma'am, come on. It's okay. Come on. Come on over here with me.

We'll sit by the car and wait for the ambulance to come, alright?

FEMALE VOICE: It hurts. Oh, my God, am I gonna die?

No, I'm not gonna let that happen.

Look, look, look. Here comes the ambulance.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- Am... am I gonna be fine? - It's gonna be fine.

- Can you tell me what happened here? - FEMALE VOICE: I don't know what happened.

All right, all right.

Here are the guys from the ambulance, all right?

- BOBBY: You guys got her? - Yeah. Come on.

- Come this way, ma'am. - (GUNSHOTS)

- FEMALE VOICE: Oh, my God! - (GUNSHOTS)

Get down! Get down!

OFFICER: Get those civilians outta here!

BOBBY: Is anybody hit?

What have we got?

Radio cars chased him into the garage.

He opened fire on 'em, hit a couple of our guys.

We returned fire, we had him pinned down inside.

Where the hell is he now?

- OFFICER: Officers coming down! - We don't know.

Come on. Clear 'em out.

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REPORTER: Is anybody dead?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

The kid right over there in the blue jacket is a rookie, Officer Piccone.

He's in a deli about a block and a half down.

Hears a gunshot, looks out, sees this guy staggering on the sidewalk.

Piccone runs out, sees the guy fall, right?

He sees the shooter, he's walking up the other side of the street,

he still has his weapon in this hand.

Piccone calls it in, starts closing in on this guy walking up Third Avenue.

Shooter turns, sees him, fires off a round.

Thanks. Piccone's firing back.

It's like a running gun battle then for about a block.

Jeez go ahead.

Sector car responds.

Perp opens fire on that, hitting both officers,

but they return to fire, too.

Two civilians go down, which if you ask me, we're really lucky it's not more.

What about the garage?

The shooter runs in here, more blue and whites arrive.

He opens fires on them. Two more of our guys go down.

They're returning fire, they got him pinned.

It's like a standoff.

- What the hell happened to the guy? - He disappears.

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- CLIFFORD: Look at all these cameras. - How's the kid?

BOBBY: Piccone's a rookie, Lieu. He wasn't even on patrol today.

Uh, this kid is doing clerical work.

I mean, they got... they got him going for sandwiches.

- CLIFFORD: Everybody on this, Lieutenant. - Yeah.

Come on, Lieu. I'll show you over there.

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Officer Piccone, I'm Captain Bass.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SIGHS)

- Hey. - What do we got?

(SIGHS) Ana Peña, waitress, 35 years old.

Around 11:15, a white male walks in, puts a gun to her chest.

And fires one shot, walks out. Not a word spoken.

Anybody ID the guy?

ANDY: Nobody knew him. Coworker said she's got a husband.

I found her address on a phone bill in her purse.

I sent a uniform to pick him up.

Any shell casings?

9mm. Steel, not brass, which is unusual.

So, this guy'd be the same guy.

We're picking up steel casings all up and down the sidewalk.

- He must've started inside here. - Third Avenue's a battlefield.

Four cops down, three civilians.

- ANDY: Perp got away? - Yeah.

Owner of the place is Colombian.

Off the bat, you gotta think drugs.

Yeah, rough way to take care of business.

- Yeah. - We got two blocks of chaos out there.

All right, anybody who saw anything,

- get 'em into the house. - Yeah.

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PAUL: This woman's life could have been saved.

I'm going to find out why, from the time I called 911,

- it took 25 minutes for help to arrive. - (SIGHS)

PAUL: I wanna know why...

I told that clown to go straight to the stationhouse.

He's a politician, man. He can't help himself.

- I'm gonna find out about it. - ANDY: Excuse me.

Hey, excuse us.

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He didn't know a damn thing about handling firearms, I'll tell you that.

Put two cops in the hospital.

He must've knew something about what the hell he was doing.

No, man. If you're shooting to hit a target,

you gotta have a two-handed grip. None of this.

Hey, guys, don't talk to each other about what you saw.

Wait till you sit down with a detective, all right?

- Excuse me. - Yeah?

I'm City Councilman Paul Manos. I'm here to give my statement.

Just wait here, sir. Somebody'll be out to talk with you.

Julie Rojas?

- Come with me please. - (PAUL SIGHING)

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Here you go.

- Thanks a lot. - BOBBY: Yeah.

You gave them my weapon for ballistics, huh?

Yeah. Every cop who discharged a round,

just so we can figure out who did what out there.

I should've put that guy down. I... I should've pulled him down.

You know, it's not so easy when you're under fire.

I don't even think I hit him once.

Look, Officer Piccone, right now we've gotta concentrate

on finding this guy, all right?

Now, most people out there on Third Avenue, once they started

hearing gunshots, they're either ducking inside someplace or they're on the ground.

If you can do any better here on your description, man...

(CLEARS THROAT) Wh... white male.

How old do you figure?

See, I... I never got a clean look at his face.

- I was coming up behind him. - Mm-hmm.

BOBBY: Well, wh... what color hair then?

Kind of blondish, like I said.

His height? His build? You said average.

Detective...

the guy's walking with the gun raised up,

and then he starts firing.

- I understand. - The only clear thing in my mind

is that gun.

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Thank you.

JOHN: Excuse me.

- DICK: Hey, Arthur. - Hey, Dick. How you doing?

Come on in.

- You got a madhouse on your hands, huh? - Yeah, something like that.

- So, what's up? - (CLEARS THROAT)

I know you probably want the kid to fend for himself,

but, um, just so you know, your brother got himself

jammed with his sergeant.

Jammed, how?

DICK: They had a blowup yesterday in the squad.

I don't know the particulars,

but McNamara may be looking to hurt him now.

And from what I do hear, Reggie might have it coming.

But you don't know the particulars.

Look, I don't wanna see McNamara jammed up either with this thing.

You guys know each other, right?

Yeah, we went through the academy together.

That's a good thing. Maybe you two could talk it through.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Arthur, I hate to come and distract you with all you got going here,

but, uh, I get the feeling if this thing escalates,

it might ripple through the whole precinct.

Wouldn't be good for anybody.

Okay, Dick. I'll look into it. Thanks for stopping down, okay?

It's okay. Had to go to the borough anyway.

I'll see ya.

(SIGHS)

You didn't see the gunman at all?

- No. - Sit down.

And you have no idea why somebody would wanna harm Ms. Peña?

Not at all. She's a lovely person.

- How long she work for you? - BELISARIO: Four months.

Honestly, I didn't need her. I hired her because of her husband.

- I'm a fan of his. - ANDY: "Husband"?

That would be, uh, Javier Peña?

He plays trumpet. Jazz.

He's very, very good.

While he makes himself known around New York, I give his wife work,

three days a week.

Uh-huh.

Tell me, have you thought of the possibility

maybe this thing was directed at you, Mr. Belisario?

I'm sorry, what?

Yeah, maybe somebody was trying to get at you.

Make trouble in your life.

By murdering a waitress? How'd you come to a thought like that?

Well, Belisario. You know, restaurant business.

You know, maybe you got enemies.

I see.

How long you been in business, sir?

BELISARIO: A strange man.

White man. Walks into my place, shoots Ana Peña.

Goes out, shoots more people.

Shoots police.

How is this about how long have I been in business?

Hey, Mr. Belisario, if I wanna delve into your business,

if I wanna talk to everybody you ever served a bowl of beans,

I will do that.

Because all that which went down today started at Belisario's

and you are point A.

And I'm Colombian, so I must be in the drug business.

That's where we're going. Right, Detective?

Being honest, Mr. Belisario,

I can't remember the last time I dealt with Colombians on a police matter

that drugs weren't involved.

Have a nice day.

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- What time's your doctor's appointment? - (ZIPPER UNZIPPING)

I got all these interviews. I can't get over there.

I put in a call to narcotics on that restaurant owner.

Yeah, anything there?

His brother took one collar for possession.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

I gotta talk to that loudmouth councilman.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(SIGHS) I gotta go to the doctor.

BOBBY: Mm-hmm.

You know you're losing an hour a shift in the john.

(ANDY SIGHS)

- Here you go. - FEMALE VOICE: Thanks.

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All right.

If this is the speed you guys operate at,

I can understand why that waitress bled to death.

Sorry to hold you up there, Councilman. We're taking people in turn.

(SIGHS) That is what I heard you say before, isn't it?

You hope no one got preferential treatment.

I want your DD5s to reflect I phoned in that 911.

Yeah, I'll make sure that gets in there.

With the shooter still at large, right now we're focusing

on a physical description.

Anything you might have seen him do, or heard this guy say.

White.

Average height about five-ten. That's what everyone's saying.

Did you get a look at his face?

I didn't really, no.

Well, searching your recollection then, could he have muttered anything?

Done anything peculiar?

(INHALES DEEPLY) All I can give you is he was wearing faded blue jeans,

unraveling at the cuffs.

With dirty, white Converse sneakers.

Got a pretty good look from the ankles down.

Surprising what details stick in the mind.

Mm-hmm.

I gotta get back to my office.

Could you have been under the table, Councilman?

Is that why you happened to notice the shooter's feet?

What kind of smart-ass question is that?

We're just trying to situate everyone in the restaurant, sir.

On the DD5s, I'll note that you were on the floor.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Lieutenant?

Hey, Reggie.

How you been, man?

I've been getting along. How about you?

ARTHUR: I'm good.

You need to come over, and see your new nephew. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

Yeah, I've been meaning to do that.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

So, anything we need to talk about?

Hey, you summoned me, remember?

All right, then.

I hear you're in a jam with your Sergeant.

Well, it's nothing I can't handle. What, you got somebody downtown

- looking over my shoulder? - What happened?

- Don't concern you, Arthur. - Does concern me. I'm your brother.

Well, he told me to change a tire.

Four white cops standing around and my black ass.

And McNamara talks to me like I'm some damn field hand.

So, you call him a red-faced donkey son of a bitch?

- He was looking to piss me off. - And you went right for it.

Look man, McNamara's got a problem with Black police. Bottom line.

Now, I don't care what you had to do to get where you're at.

I got too much integrity to have these fools talk to me any kind of way.

Look, me and McNamara, we go back a ways.

If you're lucky, he might do me a good turn on this.

Oh, please, man. I don't need your bowing and shuffling on my behalf.

Hey, Reggie, quit being a knucklehead, all right?

Yo, man. I do my job.

If you're saying I gotta get talked to like I'm picking cotton

for the privilege of keeping on with it.

Nah, man. Hell, no! I ain't with that!

Meaning, you're willing to leave the force over this?

Meaning, I am not kissing any ass to stay on it.

- So, you want me to stay out of it? - I don't know, bro.

Is that in your nature?

Look, just stay clear of McNamara until I've had a chance

to sit down with him.

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Am I dismissed?

Yeah, Reggie, you're dismissed.

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- ANDY: Now? - DOCTOR: Now.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Nasty scars.

- Had an accident at work. - Bear down.

Oh, boy.

Try not to pull away. It just takes me longer.

(SIGHS) What are you, pitching a tent up there?

Just another second.

All right, you can stand up.

What makes you think so?

Because of your age, I'm going to run a PSA test.

I felt no nodules or hard spots.

No suspicion of a tumor.

- What you've got is a prostatitis. - (ANDY SIGHS)

- What am I gonna do about that? - You're give me another urine sample.

And then you're gonna take a medicine called Ciprofloxacin for the month,

and then you're gonna be fine.

I, uh, I've been abstaining on sex.

No reason to.

If anything, sex in moderation tends to relieve your condition.

When you finish this medicine, I wanna see you for a follow-up appointment.

(SIGHS) Yeah, I'll circle that on my calendar with a big happy face.

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Okay, you got a good look at the shooter?

I was right there when he shot that Spanish guy.

Spanish man said something. I... I couldn't hear what.

And then bam.

And from the look on his face, man. Meant nothing to him.

He just went on his way.

Uh, can you describe him?

Yeah, he was five-foot-ten, if that. Uh, medium build.

Call it a 170 pounds. His hair was sandy brown.

Uh, not well-kempt, fairly long.

He has a pale, angular face.

Kind of a haunted look to it.

I... I'd put him early to mid-30s.

Let's see, uh, thin lips, small nose.

- You sure about all this? - MALE VOICE: Hey.

He passed right in front of me.

Besides, I make a habit of studying people.

Something I like to do. Hundreds of people a day.

- I won't soon be forgetting this one. - This is very good.

I've been a help?

Yeah, um, I wanna put you with a police artist.

Fine. Fine. Then, you can help me?

I... I help you, you help me?

Yeah, sure. What do you want? A few dollars? Something like that?

Oh, no, no. I... I want you to help me warn people.

Concerning what?

I must warn mankind as to the identity of the wicked son of perdition.

The beast. I know who he is.

- Oh, boy. (SIGHS) - MALE VOICE: Hey.

Open your mind to this, all right? Open your mind to my knowledge.

I have all knowledge going back 236 trillion years.

Let me show you what I'm talking about.

- I wanna... I wanna show you... - Come here. Come here. Come here.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

I don't wanna know about the trillion years,

and I don't wanna know about the son of perdition.

I wanna know if you saw the guy.

Yeah, I saw him.

Can I use that description? People's lives may be at stake.

You can use it.

He looked just like what I said.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

The shooter entered Belisario's at 8:45.

He fired one round into Ana Peña, killing her.

Then walked out of the restaurant and moved north,

up Third Avenue. Three hundred feet from the restaurant,

he shot a pedestrian named David Castañeda in the chest.

Castañeda was DOA at the hospital.

The shot that killed Castañeda was heard by an Officer Piccone,

who called it in and began pursuit on foot.

Was Piccone able to take the guy out at that point?

Before the guy started shooting again?

The officer says, he was concerned about discharging his weapon on a busy sidewalk.

Was he under the impression that the perp shared his concern?

ARTHUR: The shooter fires on Piccone at this point in the street.

At which point, Officer Piccone returns fire.

Missing the shooter.

Patrolmen Evans and Byrne arrive in a radio car at this point,

and join in the exchange of fire.

Both patrolmen in the radio car are struck and wounded,

and a British tourist, um, an Amelia Rose,

who's stable at Bellevue but didn't get a look at the perp.

Also in this exchange a 60-year-old female in a grocery store

was struck in the head by a stray.

She was also DOA.

According to ballistics, the stray was a police round.

We don't know yet, which officer.

Probably that sorry-ass rookie.

We got no idea who the perp is?

Uh, what his problem was? Racial? What? Anything?

ARTHUR: Not yet.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - Yeah?

Detective Medavoy got a full description from a vagrant.

It squares with our partials,

but is much more detailed and complete.

ARTHUR: We've made a sketch.

- And as you can see... - Is this going to the TV stations?

Everywhere, including psychiatric facilities

on the chance he's been under care.

As you know, there can be confidentiality problems in that area.

Oh, yeah, confidentiality's more important than a few dead citizens.

Where do we stand on the stink about EMS response time?

That was Councilman Manos.

Captain, I, uh, think he's going to be leaving that issue alone.

Well, the media's already got it.

I mean, did we bypass a dying waitress to get to wounded cops?

We're looking into the 911 call.

We're also looking into how he escaped from the garage.

Looks like he made it out over the roof.

Which is worse, letting the guy get away,

or not nailing him before he got in the garage?

All right, I want you to cut two detectives loose,

send them back down there.

Inspector, my first priority has got to be getting this guy identified.

Yeah, I'll get other manpower on the garage.

All right, let's get it done. Let's get on it.

ARTHUR: Captain.

This is lousy timing, but I've got a family problem

I need to take care of.

You got a heavy situation right here.

Yeah, my brother, he's on the job.

He's got some problem with his sergeant.

It's just about to go to paperwork. I can be back inside...

Two hours.

- All right, I'll run it from here. - I appreciate it.

I'm on a beeper if anything breaks.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

- Hey. - How's it going?

(CLEARS THROAT) What's going on?

Well, we finished the initial canvass.

Greg, he got a pretty good description from a homeless guy.

So, we're circulating that.

Hey, Bobby.

- Yeah? - I'll be back in a little while.

Run everything through Bass.

Okay, Lieu.

I want to talk to a detective.

Here's my restaurant guy.

JOHN: Detective Sipowicz.

ANDY: What's going on, Mr. Belisario?

(ANDY GROANS, CLEARS THROAT)

Come on in.

Here.

My name is Belisario.

Have you people been able to contact Javier Peña?

The uniform cop got no answer at his place, but we'll try again later.

I think you oughta go over there.

I think something might've happened to him, too.

Why do you think that?

He had an audition at a club this morning. He never showed up.

An audition to play music. It was important to him.

I got him the audition.

He wouldn't have missed it without calling me.

All right, we'll go down there ourselves, Mr. Belisario. Thanks.

I'd go with you, but I gotta go back to my place.

- I'm expecting a 100 kilos of cocaine. - Be nice.

- You all right to take a ride over there? - Yeah.

- So, what did this doctor say? - Inflamed prostrate.

Can they help that?

Took my mind off it a minute with that exam.

I cannot believe some people do that for pleasure.

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- (BOBBY SIGHS) - (CAR HONKS)

Hey! Asshole.

(ANDY CLEARS THROAT)

Here, Peña, first floor.

- (INTERCOM BUZZES) - (ANDY COUGHS)

BOBBY: We better catch a break here somewhere.

I... I do not wanna go to bed not knowing who it is we're dealing with.

- Cops came by here twice? - BOBBY: Yeah.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Somebody's gotta be here.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Andy. Andy, there's... there's feet there. Feet laid out on the floor.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Who are you? What do you want?

ANDY: New York City Police. Let us in.

- What are you buzzing me for? - Police emergency! Let us in!

What for? What's going on?

- Open the door! Come on! - BOBBY: You will let us in, now!

He better be coming down here.

(INTERCOM BUZZES)

Police!

BOBBY: What the hell is this about?

- You all right? - Clear!

Hey, hey, what's wrong with you? What the hell is wrong with you, huh?

What the hell is wrong with you?

- I didn't do anything. - ANDY: What is this?

- MALE VOICE: I didn't do anything. - You connected to this thing, huh?

- Answer me! - No.

- What happened in there? - MALE VOICE: I don't know.

- ANDY: Answer me! - BOBBY: Andy.

Andy, we got steel shell casings there, man.

- This... this is the same guy. - MALE VOICE: Oh, no.

- (BANGING) - FEMALE VOICE: Someone help!

ANDY: Who is this? You see this guy around?

- I don't recognize him. - Who is this?

- Just moved in here last week. - Andy, next door!

- Somebody's yelling for help! - What?

BOBBY: I'm hearing it through the wall, a woman's voice.

All right, you take your trusty camera, and you go back to your apartment,

and you sit there until we come for you.

- (WOMAN SCREAMING) - BOBBY: Okay. Go.

FEMALE VOICE: Help!

Help me!

Someone open the door!

Okay!

- Oh, thank God. Thank you, God. - (EXHALES DEEPLY)

- You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah. Just thank God. - Looks clear in here.

- Come on. Let's go sit down. - (SOBS)

Let's go sit down. Let's go sit down.

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OFFICER: Help you, sir?

Okay.

Hey, Mac.

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- ARTHUR: How you been? - Making my way.

Day like this, all those homicides in your precinct,

wouldn't think you'd have time to visit another squad.

Well, I wanted to see if there's a way to smooth out this problem

between you and my brother.

Reggie starting to sweat a little? Came running to you, did he?

(CHUCKLES) No, he didn't, Mac.

Yeah? What brought you in to this then? Some of the other brothers?

Strong-arm crap don't work with me.

You know me better than that, Mac.

I want to fix this thing if it can be fixed.

Come here.

I asked young Reggie to do something for me.

He gives me mouth in the middle of the station house.

- He knows he reacted wrong. - I got a platoon to run.

- I take that disrespect off of no one. - I wouldn't expect you to.

You know what I mean, Fancy.

They put you in a position of authority yourself.

Look, Mac, you do me a good turn here, I'd be very grateful.

And I promise, I'll keep on top of him.

Plus he's running around saying it's some kind of a racial thing.

- Hey, you and me always got along, right? - Right.

Station house I get along with anybody. Blacks, women.

Mac, I'm asking you for a favor.

If Reggie's got a problem with white bosses,

- it's him who's in the wrong line of work. - I don't think he is, Mac.

I'd like to keep him on the job.

Look...

As far as I'm concerned, he keeps his mouth under control,

- we don't have a problem. - That's good.

This thing that happened, I guess I'm willing to let it slide.

- Okay, I won't forget that. - But I tell ya,

he pops off at me again like that,

never mind the paperwork, it's gonna be me and him.

- And the badges get set aside. - Okay.

If I need Reggie Fancy to fix a tire,

he's gonna get on his knees and do that.

Yeah, but you won't go outta turn, and ask him to fix a tire, right Mac?

I mean, if it's somebody else's turn, you don't call on Reggie.

No. Why would I do that?

Just so that's clear.

Sure.

Hey, nice seeing you, Fancy.

Yeah. Yeah, you take care of yourself, Mac.

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- BOBBY: Take a look at this man. - Oh, yeah. That's definitely him.

Steven Capers.

I suppose I should recognize him.

Uh-huh, living next to him for five years.

Yeah, up until a few months ago. I liked him well enough.

But he was a troubled young man.

- How could you tell that? - FEMALE VOICE: He muttered to himself.

More and more as time went on.

Uh, talked to me more than anybody else, I suppose.

But it was just neighbor chatter.

And then when we'd run into each other in the hall,

"Hi, Mrs. Eubanks." And I'd say, "Hi, Steven, how are you?"

Then we'd talk a bit.

You never had any problems with him?

Nah, but in recent weeks, since he's been evicted,

I've been seeing him outside.

Standing around with a strange look on his face.

Even when I'd pass.

I mentioned it a few times to Mr. Bernstein.

That's the landlord. We're trying to get in touch with him.

Yeah, I think he's out of town.

ANDY: This, uh, Steven Capers,

uh, did he have any words with the people that took over his old place?

FEMALE VOICE: I don't think so. Well, not that I'm aware of.

But I do know that he was on disability of some sort.

And he lost his benefits recently.

He was upset.

So, you did see him this morning, though?

Yeah. Standing across the street, but that wasn't unusual.

About nine o'clock, I heard this loud noise next door,

kind of like a gunshot.

So, I peeked out the door, and I saw Steven.

And he's holding a pistol.

And he backed me into my apartment.

So flabbergasted, I couldn't say a word.

Then he says, "Get in the closet, Mrs. Eubanks."

He could've killed me easily.

He must've liked you.

It pays to be neighborly, I guess.

- Uh, this is Detective Allen. - Hey.

Sarge said we got another body, and an ID on the perp.

New DOA is the husband of the waitress that got shot at the restaurant.

Simone and Sipowicz found him in the apartment

when they went to make notification.

Perp barricaded the woman in the next apartment in her closet.

Simone and Sipowicz heard her pounding.

- CLIFFORD: They got her in Interview One. - So, what'd she say about the perp?

She said he used to live in the apartment where they found the new DOA.

They're getting the details, now.

So, all hell broke loose while I was gone.

We all got family, Lieutenant.

Heard we got a witness and an ID, it that right?

Um, yeah.

Uh, Lieutenant Fancy was just bringing me up to speed.

- Good. - Yeah.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (TELEPHONE RINGING)

You got a minute for me, Detective?

JAMES: Sure. How's it going?

JOHN: I wrote up a statement.

When I talked to Detective Simone earlier,

I couldn't really get my thoughts together.

That was verbal, am I right? Your interview with Detective Simone?

- Yeah. - You gave him what you knew?

- In terms of looking for the guy? - Right.

'Cause, uh, I don't think you wanna make a written statement at this point.

- Till you talk to your delegate. - All right.

In terms of the way you discharged your weapon and so forth.

Well, looks like I didn't hit anybody.

- Mm-hmm. - I mean, I hope to hell

I didn't hit anybody 'cause I know I didn't hit the perp.

(SIGHS) I know they're testing all the guns.

I mean, I'd hate like hell to think that I hit a civilian.

It's bad enough to miss the guy.

JAMES: You did your best out there.

Anyways, I'd, uh, trash a written statement for now.

- JAMES: All right? - Yeah.

- Okay. Thanks for the advice, Detective. - Anytime.

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- SYLVIA: Hi, Andy. - Hi.

Got Thai food in the fridge. Lemongrass soup.

Yeah. That sounds great.

Heard you guys found another victim connected with the street shooter?

ANDY: Yeah. We like a guy on the homicides.

Some headcase from the apartment building where two of the victims lived.

What's that?

(SIGHS)

I, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

- ...I went to the doctor today. - SYLVIA: What for?

Turns out I got an inflamed prostrate.

He gave me this medicine, said it's nothing to worry about.

- Good. - (EXHALES DEEPLY)

Yeah. Actually, he, uh, he gave... (GROANS) ...he gave me the okay

in the area of relations, which I've been concerned about.

You have?

- Like you haven't noticed. - (SYLVIA SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES) No, I noticed that we...

weren't having relations but...

I didn't think that it was for medical reasons.

No?

What'd you think?

Because of finding out about that incident?

Where the guy attacked you?

- Yeah. - No. It was this other thing.

Well, I wish you'd told me.

What am I going to tell you about, Sylvia?

I'm peeing in two different directions?

I'm falling apart in all my systems?

Andy, we're going to grow old together, and what's going to happen to our bodies

will happen.

Now, let's always talk.

So we don't misunderstand each other.

Okay. It's a deal.

And this with my prostrate, uh...

He says it's completely correctable.

Good.

He says this medicine's good.

He also said, uh... (CLEARS THROAT) ...relations were good.

Well, have some soup.

And I'll try a treatment.

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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Good morning, Detective.

ANDY: How's it going? (SIGHS)

Detective, could I talk to you for just a minute?

Yeah.

I just want to assure you, in regard to your concerns yesterday,

I would never eavesdrop on a conversation.

I'll tell you, I, uh, was having a medical problem yesterday.

Maybe I overreacted.

We work in such proximity here, trust is very important.

I was having prostrate difficulties, but I'm on the mend.

- I'm glad. - Hmm.

Have I been mispronouncing that word?

All these years I always thought it was prostate.

- No, it's prostrate. - JOHN: Oh.

I'm Harry Bernstein. I'm looking for Detective Simone or Sipowicz.

I'm Detective Sipowicz.

You the landlord of that building on Second Avenue?

- Yeah. - Come on in.

I got your messages off my machine.

This dead guy, wow.

That should give you some indication how my luck was going.

(CLEARS THROAT) So, you were out of town, huh?

Yeah, I was in Atlantic City.

Detective Simone, his is Harry Bernstein. He owns that building.

How's it going, Mr. Bernstein?

Some horror story at my place.

I understand you're looking for Steven Capers.

Yeah, that's right.

You know, when he came to my place, this guy was a graduate student at NYU.

No kidding.

All that deep thinking, he must have blown a gasket

'cause by the time I had to evict him, he was a total friggin' nut bar.

We're looking to find this guy, Mr. Bernstein.

He started in your building.

Now, he's shooting people on the street.

I wouldn't know where to tell you to look.

Excuse me. Wh... what's up with the notebooks?

He had like hundreds of these in the place there.

He'd written on every page, too.

I got 'em in a storage room over there.

Out of curiosity, you know.

Eavesdropping on an unsound mind.

- He ever ask for these back? - No. Uh-uh.

So, you haven't any contact with this guy recently?

HARRY: Not since I kicked him out.

Mrs. Eubanks said she's seen him around.

I guess he had strong feelings about that apartment

to go back and kill those people.

I guess. Anything?

BOBBY: Nothing I can make out so far, uh...

Look, Mr. Bernstein, I wanna talk to our boss about these.

And then we're gonna wanna take a ride over to your building.

- I'm gonna wanna see all of these. - HARRY: Yeah, sure.

All right, let me ask you, the city's gonna

pay to replace the door you guys busted, right?

You gotta make a claim with the corporation council.

How old do you plan to live to be?

Perfect.

- BOBBY: Lieu. - ARTHUR: Yeah?

We're talking to the landlord of that building.

- He give you anything? - BOBBY: The perp kept a lot of notebooks.

And this guy saved them, so we're gonna go pick 'em up.

Okay. I gotta to talk to this kid.

Ballistics came back with his gun.

What? The stray that killed the woman in the grocery?

- Yeah. - BOBBY: Yeah, that's rough.

All right, I'll... I'll let you know about the notebooks.

- BOBBY: How you doing officer? - JOHN: Okay.

- You wanted to see me, Lieutenant? - Yeah. Come on in.

How you doin'?

Pretty bad night.

To tell you the truth, my mind wouldn't sleep.

You understand why I didn't shoot at first, don't you, Lieutenant?

Officer Piccone, listen to what I'm gonna tell you.

This is off the record.

Off the record?

I'm not sure when you'll receive official notification,

but I wanted you to know.

The civilian who died during the shoot-out,

the bullet they took from her on autopsy

matches up to your weapon.

Oh, man.

ARTHUR: I'm sure there's no criminal problem here,

but there will be an investigation into the shooting.

- My weapon? - You'll have PBA representation.

Who?

Who was killed? You said, "Her..." A woman?

- The woman in that store? - That's right.

Listen to me.

You should plan on this getting to the press sooner rather than later.

I've seen cops who did exactly the right thing and still got hung up.

Let alone, what I did.

Just the magnitude of what happened yesterday.

You need to be ready for media scrutiny.

(SOBS) Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Son...

your life changed forever when that guy fired that first shot.

You gotta deal with those changes.

And you have to decide whether you ever wanna be in that position again.

You think I should quit?

That's not for me to say.

But maybe you should ask yourself, are you doing what you should be doing.

I've wanted to be a cop all my life. All right, so... so...

I didn't do the right thing this one time.

This job can do a lot to you emotionally.

And it's just a job.

There's other jobs.

You really believe that, Lieutenant?

The notification will come through your sergeant.

Okay.

Let me ask you, these notebooks, I can get them back at some point?

- You want them back? - Of course, I want them back.

Wait a minute, I gotta use the can in here. Now I can't stop going.

Yeah, you're making up for lost time.

The guy's a notorious killer.

Maybe the stuff turns out to be worth something.

I mean, I got a solid claim.

He's in arrears to me for four months' rent.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Andy!

HARRY: That's this maniac.

ARTHUR: Thanks.

How's it going, Reggie?

Did a four to 12 yesterday.

McNamara treated me okay.

Good.

Did he make you lick the shine off his shoes?

He made me lick a little.

I didn't ask you to see him.

No, you weren't stand up enough for that.

You told me to follow my nature.

Look, look, no one asked you, but...

I know you reached out to that guy, and I came to say thanks.

That's big of you, Reggie.

Now, here's some free advice.

Get enough self-respect, so when some fool talks you like a nigga,

you don't go half nuts and jam yourself up needing to prove he isn't right.

You got some funny ideas about self-respect.

My idea is, when I hear an ass out in the field braying,

I don't feel any deep need to start braying back.

From where you sit, Reggie...

I can never do anything right for you.

I don't expect that to change now.

If you and McNamara are a train wreck, maybe... maybe you should

transfer out of there.

Maybe I should. I'll see how it goes.

When can I come check Junior out?

Anytime.

Lillian and the girls wanna see you, too.

How about this weekend? Saturday?

Good.

Maybe Sunday.

Either way.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OFFICER: Yeah.

FEMALE VOICE: Someone wants keys released.

- You okay, Bobby? - Yeah.

Bass already signed off on your weapons discharge report.

Did he make it a good shooting?

Yeah, he made it a good shooting.

I heard you found a witness that, uh, saw this guy run from the garage.

Yeah. He split over the roof.

(CHUCKLES)

We got a tape of that councilman's 911 call.

PAUL: Been shot.

Oh, God. Send an ambulance right now, a man's been shot.

FEMALE VOICE: A man's been shot?

PAUL: Yes! Just now! It's happening right now,

- right in front of me! Oh, God! - FEMALE VOICE: Where are you, sir?

- I'm City Councilman Paul Manos. - FEMALE VOICE: No. Where are you, sir?

PAUL: Belisario's, the corner of Third Avenue and Tenth.

Send help! Send the police!

FEMALE VOICE: Third Avenue and Tenth Street?

PAUL: The guy just walked out of here with a gun! Send help right now!

FEMALE VOICE: I'm sending help, sir.

You said Belisario's at the corner of Third Avenue and Tenth Street?

- PAUL: Yes! Yes! - FEMALE VOICE: Who is it that's been shot?

PAUL: I don't know! I don't... A man's been shot.

- FEMALE VOICE: Is it just one person? - PAUL: I think so.

- A man's been shot? - BOBBY: From underneath the table.

He didn't see who the hell got shot.

Paramedics arrive. They see a pedestrian bleeding

further down the block. They think that's the job.

(SIGHS) So, that's what happened there.

You wanna get any trauma treatment on your shooting?

No, I'm all right.

I just gotta type this mess up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS) Did you put this on my desk?

Oh, yes, Detective.

I... I was looking up something else, and I happened to notice that word

- we had talked about. - Live and learn.

Uh, just thought you might find it interesting.

Oh, absolutely.

This way, if I'm ever on that quiz show Jeopardy!

And they ask about prostrate,

some other idiot's gonna say, "The gland behind the nuts."

And I'm gonna say, "No, no, no, no."

That means, "To lie face down in a posture of submission."

My old friend, PAA Irvin, told me that.

You know, that... that other civilian aide we had,

all she did was, she give us our messages.

But this guy, he gives us definitions and everything.

I'm sorry. Was I inappropriate?

(ANDY SIGHS)

Nah.

I'm just a little chatty.

Almost got murdered earlier.

- Hey. - Hey.

So, I was thinking...

maybe I could wash your car for a year or something like that?

Yeah, that'd be good.

The other guy, all the jams we were in.

That never came up.

Yeah, but I'm sure he was always looking out for you.

ANDY: Oh, yeah. Definitely.

Bass sign off on the shooting?

Yeah.

'Cause, uh...

I'm prepared to nominate it among my all-time favorites.

(CHUCKLES)

All right, I'm gonna get some lunch. You want something?

No, I'm good.

Thanks.

Anytime, partner.

(ANDY SIGHS)

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