All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S02E20 - The Bookie and the Kooky Cookie.sd-en

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Where's Andy?

- I don't know. He left right after us.
- What do we got?

Busboy found him dumped here
when he came out for a smoke.

- One in the temple.
- Any ID on him?

No ID, no cash.
I know this guy, though.

His name's Lenny Wiley.
He's a bookie.

Bar around the corner's
one of his hangouts.

I know some others.

- We, uh, got the same beat.
- All right, we'll start over there.

Thanks a lot.

(SIRENS WAILING)

MALE OFFICER: Should we cover him?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)

I'm going to take a look back here.

- You know Lenny Wiley?
- BARTENDER: Yeah. He comes in.

- BOBBY: You see him today?
- Yeah, he was in for his coffee.

Was he with anybody?

No. Uh, what are you asking
about Lenny Wiley for?

'Cause somebody killed him and dumped him
in the alley across the street.

- That's why.
- (DOOR OPENS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(EXHALES) Hey, Andy. Where you been?

Uh, the night watch humps.

They leave the car with a flat
and no spare.

- I'm going to start the canvas.
- Yeah. Cop caught me up.

Can't believe they killed Lenny Wiley.

- Lenny Wiley's dead?
- Yeah, somebody killed him.

Dumped him in the alley.

- You know Lenny Wiley?
- Yeah, I know, sure.

- He was a bookmaker, right?
- Oh, I don't know about that.

Hey, Lenny Wiley, the bookmaker,
was murdered

and found over here in the alley.

- Now, can you help us with that?
- No, I...

Then shut up and drink your shot.

- He used to make book in here, right?
- (CHUCKLES) Hey, I mix drinks.

You mix drinks and you probably
get a C-note a week

for letting him operate in here,
which I'm not interested in, all right?

So, just cut the crap.

Now, what I want to know is
if anybody owed this guy strong money.

- Anybody in trouble with him?
- No, not that I know about.

BOBBY: Anybody win big against him,

where people might have known that
this bookie was, uh, holding to pay off?

- No.
- What about Jerry?

- BOBBY: Who's Jerry?
- Hey, Herbie, use your head.

- Stay out of this.
- What's your name? Herpie?

I'm an American citizen
and a citizen of this borough

and I was asked
a straightforward question.

Hey... hey, who's Jerry?

Jerry Marsh tapped on the Knicks
last Wednesday night.

- Am I right or wrong?
- Hey, Jerry Marsh earns a good living.

Jerry Marsh always pays his debts.
Jerry Marsh is not going to hurt anybody.

- Hey, would you leave Jerry out of this?
- Shut up.

Did Jerry Marsh ever do me any favors?

The next favor Jerry Marsh does for me
is gonna be favor number one.

Come here, what's your name?
Come here. Here, what's your name?

- Jimmy Sullivan.
- Chops Sullivan.

Chops wouldn't hurt a soul.

- Would you shut up, Herbie?
- No, you shut up!

Where are we gonna contact
this Jerry Marsh?

- Hey, keep your mouth shut, all right?
- He didn't have anything to do with it.

Maybe he didn't, Chops, but maybe Jerry
can tell me when he paid the bookie off,

and give me something
that I can go on. All right?

Now, is that a satisfactory explanation?

Yeah. All right.

Good, Chops.
Now you're in the Citizens' Auxiliary.

I can't believe Lenny's dead.

I owed him 35 bucks. (CHUCKLES)
I guess I'm ahead for the week.

Next round's on you then.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC ENDS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Morning.

- Good morning, Detective.
- Morning.

Wade hearing on that Glover case
today, right?

And I know that you'll be distressed
to hear this. (SIGHS)

But they've decided to plea.

- Is that right?
- First-degree man.

You might wanna call
your friend Miss Novak

and let her know you won't be
chaperoning her to the trial.

- I'm gonna use my own quarter.
- (LAUGHS)

Everybody, this is
Detective Diane Russell.

- She's joining us from O.C.C.B.
- BOTH: Hi.

- ARTHUR: She'll be working your slot.
- Hey.

- Okay, this is yours.
- Thanks, Lieutenant.

So, what'd you get on that dump job?

Leonard Wiley, 55,
multiple P.M.D. collars for bookmaking.

He left one of his hangouts on foot
around 8:00.

Busboy found him shot in the alley
across the street about an hour later.

- ARTHUR: But the body was dumped?
- Yeah, you could see skin abrasions

and scuff marks on his clothes.

M.E. said that the car must've been
moving when they pushed him out.

This guy had a big payday coming
in from one of his clients.

We're bringing the client in.

And now, we heard from some
of this bookie's hangouts

that he sometimes used a driver.
So we're reaching out for him too.

Plus, you know who used to bodyguard
this guy sometimes, Lieu?

- Who?
- Mike Roberts.

- You bringing Roberts in?
- We got a call into him.

Keep him away from me.

- Andy.
- Yeah?

Remember Father Kankarides
changed our appointment to one o'clock?

Yeah. That's all right.

Unless, uh... Is that bad for you?

- No.
- No. 1:00 is fine for me.

Detective Sipowicz,
Mike Roberts is on line two.

Yeah.

- (GRUNTS)
- ANDY: Yeah, Mike.

So, uh, how's it going?

- Good. Glad I'm here.
- Yeah, I am too.

Listen. Uh, are you gonna be all right
about this?

It's fate.

'Cause, you know,
you can say something to Fancy.

"I'm sleeping with Simone.

"It might look better
if I'm at another desk"?

Yeah, that's the wrong approach.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Mike's finding time for us.
- Ah, there goes his bingo game.

Oh, look, Andy.
Did... did you get to meet Diane Russell?

She worked on that arson, homicide.

- No. How's it going?
- Hi, Andy.

- He got you at that desk, huh?
- Yeah. Kind of close quarters.

Yeah, they used an old floor plan
from a submarine.

Oh.

I got to call that wacko witness of mine,
let her know this trial's off. (EXHALES)

- Can I help you?
- I'm, uh, Donna Abandando.

Miss Abandando.

Uh, I've heard so much about you.
I'm John Irvin.

Nice to meet you.
Is... is Lieutenant Fancy out?

Hey.

JOHN: Uh, he'll be back in a minute.
He just stepped upstairs to Anti-Crime.

Um, won't you have a seat?

- (CHUCKLES) Like you never left.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(CHUCKLES)

MALE VOICE 1: (IN BACKGROUND)
All right. Why should...

BOBBY: It's Detective Simone, Joyce.
How's it going?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I... I just wanted to tell you
that Arnold Glover's agreed to plea...

so there's not gonna be any trial.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

Yeah, it is.

Uh-huh. Well, I... I just wanted
to let you know that,

and, uh, tell you how much we appreciated
all your help on the case, okay?

No, I... I really don't know
that many details...

Mm-hmm. Sure.

MALE VOICE 2: (IN BACKGROUND)
I have no idea...

Mm-hmm.

All right, how about that place, uh,
across the street from where you live?

- Oh, yeah.
- Wait, what's it... Nina's, right?

- Half an hour?
- OFFICER: You got anything, Annie?

Great. Yeah. Bye.

OFFICER: (IN BACKGROUND) Yeah,
Expiration and Reporting, section 696.

Dreaming... I was... I was dreaming,
thinking that I'd beat that sit-down.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- Hi, Greg.
- Hi, Donna. You look great.

- Relaxed and rejuvenated.
- Yeah? That's terrific.

So, uh, what's up now, more vacation?

No, I'm ready to come back to work.

- Is that so? Interesting.
- DONNA: Mm-hmm.

- Hi, Donna.
- Hi, Lieutenant. (GASPS) How are you?

- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- Good.

Well, I... I... I certainly look forward
to seeing you, Donna.

Uh, back... back in the workplace.
(CHUCKLES HESITANTLY)

DONNA: Take care, Detective.

(PHONE RINGS)

Um, so did you miss me a little bit?
(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, sure, we did.
You ready to come back?

Can I come back tomorrow?

Yeah, tomorrow's fine.
I'll let the temp know.

- Thank you, Lieutenant. (CHUCKLES)
- Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Good to see you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Miss Abandando's lovely.

ARTHUR: Yeah. Yeah, she is.

Shall I assume this means
I'm moving on?

Yeah. She's coming back tomorrow, John.

- Fine. I'll let the temp pool know.
- Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Uh, Jerry Marsh to see
Detective, uh, Sipowicz or Simone.

Uh... uh, Jerry Marsh is here, detectives.

Mr. Marsh, I'm Detective Sipowicz.
This is Detective Simone.

Uh... uh, this is about Lenny Wiley?

Yeah. Why don't we come back here
and talk?

- Uh, can I get a cup of coffee?
- Hey, come on. We got pot fulls.

- Go and help yourself.
- We appreciate your coming in.

JERRY: What do you think happened to him?

We're putting that together.

Can you place yourself for us
between 8:00 and 9:00 this morning?

- I met him at the Mark.
- That's the St. Mark's Bar?

Yeah. I paid him some money
I owed him,

went to my office,
put an ice pack on my head.

How much money did you give him?

- Eleven thousand, four hundred.
- Any paper in there?

- JERRY: No. All cash.
- That a big lose for you?

Do I look like Donald Trump?

Yeah, $11,400's a big lose.

I didn't kill Lenny Wiley.

I'm the type of sicko who earns good,
pays his debts.

Bookies love that in a degenerate.

- Anybody with him when you paid him?
- Nah.

I met him in a bar, walked outside,
I gave him the money, got in my car.

Did he have a car?

I didn't see a car.

Did you know this guy that used to drive
for him sometime, this, uh, Earl Padzik?

Just to nod to. (SIGHS)

I didn't know that was his name.

Anyone knew you can think of knew that
you were paying him?

Couple of guys in a bar.

- They're lucky they could stand up.
- Who do you think might have killed him?

(EXHALES) I don't know. I, uh...

I added it up on the way down.

- I bet with him 12 years.
- Just him?

You only carry one credit card?

He was a bookmaker.
I'm not gonna put him up for Pope...

but he wasn't the type to cut your throat.

Some guys, you're three weeks late,
suddenly you're hearing from Shylocks,

paying two points a week interest.

He was all right.

Okay, Mr. Marsh. Thanks very much.

(GULPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You think of anything might help,
you give us a call.

- He wasn't married.
- That's what we understand.

- I show up dead, look hard at my wife.
- (BOBBY CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Bobby, how was this Russell
when you worked on that case together?

She did all right. I like her.

I gotta go shut this woman down.

You should wear one of those beanies
with a propeller on your head.

Maybe she'll lose interest.

(PHONE RINGS)

- Excuse me.
- Sorry. Excuse me. (CLEARS THROAT)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

BOBBY: Hey.

Hey. How have you been, Bobby?

- All right, Joyce. How about yourself?
- I just got a lot better.

Hey, pretty good news on that,
uh, plea, huh?

No wade hearing this afternoon,
no testimony.

Yeah, it's great news.

Look, Joyce, uh, you don't mind
if I don't order anything?

You know, I, uh, I gotta get right back.

- Well, not right back.
- Well, I'm working a homicide.

You know, I recall a certain hot dog lunch
where a detective

said that he couldn't discuss
certain feelings he had

- until after a case was settled.
- Yeah, I remember that.

So I thought that now might be that time.

Well, Joyce...

I think that you are a really...

interesting woman, Joyce.

You're attractive,
you're obviously very bright...

No. That's description.

- Tell me how you feel.
- I am.

I think that you are a, uh...

interesting person, and I'm
really grateful that you helped us out.

- And?
- And, uh...

Well, I wouldn't be surprised if I read
about you in some magazine. You know?

Yes, some,
interesting article about your, uh,

you know, plant business and so forth.

- That doesn't work.
- Sorry?

You made a promise to me, Bobby.
You said that after the case was settled,

- you'd express your feelings.
- I just expressed them.

If you break your promise, you're...
(EXHALES)

...going to pay the consequences.

Joyce...

I think you heard what you wanted to hear.

I did not break any promises to you, okay?

No. No. Not okay.

Well, it's gonna have to be okay,
because I'm done talking on that subject.

Well, if that's the extent
of your feelings,

then you lied to me.
You led me on.

I'm gonna tell you something.

If you have it set up in your mind
that I was gonna be your door prize

for telling the truth in this case,
well, then, that's your problem.

- Do... do cops always lie?
- Take care of yourself, huh, Joyce?

- JOYCE: No. Don't walk away from me.
- (EXHALES)

- You'll be making a big mistake.
- Let go of my arm.

I'll take back my testimony.

You try and do that, and you'll be saying
that you lied before the grand jury.

Then you go to jail.

Now, I want you to let go of my arm.

You have no idea who you're dealing with.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Yeah, Mike Roberts for Detective Sipowicz.

- Another dead client, huh, Roberts?
- Yeah. Hey, Andy.

So, how long has Dorothy been here?

A few weeks.

Hey, what happened to the bim
with the tubas?

Donna. I just heard she's coming back.

Oh, yeah, this guy's really
clicking his slippers, huh?

I'll tell you something.
He's good at his job.

- So what do you got on my guy?
- He's a dead bookie.

He was not under my protection
when he passed, Andy.

Why was that? (EXHALES) We heard
he had a big pick-up this morning.

I did piecework for the guy.

Um, he'd call, I'd guard him.
He didn't call this morning.

Was he in trouble with anybody?

Did he have any friction
with other bookies?

- Not that I know of.
- What do you know about his driver?

Earl Padzik?

Give the guy an open street,
he'd hit a bus.

Huh, he was only with Lenny
for a couple of months.

I think his old man used to bet with him.

- Did you like this guy?
- ROBERTS: Who, Lenny?

Yeah, he was all right.

Just not a grind 'em up kind of guy,
you know.

He used to bet himself. He used to go
to that Jai Alai Fronton up in Bridgeport.

(CHUCKLES)

He used to say if he could ever figure out
what those Spanish guys with the baskets

were saying to each other,
he'd be rich, you know? (CHUCKLES)

- So, is there anything else?
- No.

Okay, Roberts, thanks.

Hey, listen, uh, did you get anything
off the cellular?

- No. We didn't know he had one.
- Yeah, sewed to his ear.

- You might get something off that.
- Good. That'll help.

Hey, Andy, if the occasion permits,

uh, let people know I wasn't on duty
guarding this guy.

Maybe that's a selling angle, huh?

"Got an enemy you want dead?
Hire Roberts Security."

It's Excelsior, and that ain't funny.

Wise guy.

Hey, Bobby, isn't it?

- Yeah. How's it going?
- All right.

Everything's terrific.

- Yeah, okay, I'll hold on. Yeah.
- All right.

- BOBBY: Hey.
- The bookie had a cell phone.

Is Sylvia around?

Uh, she's, uh, finishing an interview,

and then we gotta go get counseled
by a Greek priest.

Uh, yeah, this is Detective Sipowicz,
15th Squad. Could you get me security?

I want to trace usage
on one of your cell phones.

What do you need Sylvia for?

I gotta talk to her on that Glover case.

Looks like my witness may be looking
to queer the plea.

SYLVIA: Okay, thanks, ma'am.

You got a second for me?

Okay.

- (SYLVIA CLEARS THROAT)
- (BOBBY SIGHS)

Look, we got more problems
with Joyce Novak.

(SIGHS)

As you know, Detective, I am obligated
to turn over any exculpatory

- brady information to the defense.
- BOBBY: I understand that.

I understand that, counsel.
We should discuss this then,

hypothetically, this problem.

Uh... uh, say a witness was,
uh, unstable.

And is looking to squeeze shoes or being
pissed off, or for whatever reason,

is looking to withdraw testimony,
which was correct testimony,

but basically, this witness is looking
to screw things up.

What do you think would be the chance
of maybe moving up the time

of the Wade hearing,
where a plea might get entered

so that this witness couldn't pull out?

There is no way
of moving up the time.

No? I... I, um...

In your hypothetical,
is it certain that the witness knows

when the hearing is gonna be?

Yeah. Some idiot told her.

And it's certain the witness
is going to show up?

It's certain the witness is a head case.

I... I can't be sure
if that's the exact plan,

- but I think there's a pretty good chance.
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

Well, since there's no chance of changing
the time or the venue of the hearing...

BOBBY: I would have to prevent
the witness' appearance.

Speaking hypothetically,
you might want to dissuade it somehow.

- Sylvia, I...
- (ANDY CLEARING THROAT)

Maybe we call Father Kankarides
and reschedule.

No. Let's go right now.
I have to be back in court by 3:00.

(CLEARS THROAT) I'm gonna get a printout
on this guy's cell phone.

Yeah.

Um, my name's Earl Padzik.

I got a message to contact
Detective, um, Sipo-something or Simone.

I'm Detective Simone. I got it.

I'll see you in court, huh?

That's Sipowicz, pal.

- Thanks for coming in.
- What is... what is this about?

Come on. We'll go talk in the room here.
Want some coffee or something?

Yeah. All right.

BOBBY: So you used to work for, uh,
Leonard Wiley, huh?

Yeah.

I, uh, I drive him sometimes.

When did you see him last?

About 10:00 last night. I dropped him off
at his place in Queens.

He seem worried about anything,
say anything unusual?

(SCOFFS) Not to me.
You know, "Pull over here."

"Yes, Mr. Wiley."
That's as much as, uh, we talk.

Yeah, he's a big-shot financial manager.
I'm... I'm just a glorified cabbie.

He's a financial manager, Earl?

And eggs come from the Easter Bunny.

You want anything with this?

No.

Have a seat.

- You know Wiley's dead.
- Yeah. Yeah, I... I... I heard that.

- Where were you this morning?
- Home. I live with my mother.

- Why weren't you driving Wiley?
- Told me not to pick him up.

He was expecting some money.
Why wouldn't he use you?

I don't know. I guess you can't ask him.

No. You can't, Earl,

- 'cause he's dead, right?
- Yeah.

Did I say something to make you
angry here?

No.

'Cause that seems
like a smart-ass answer to me.

- I'm wondering, you trying to piss me off?
- Not really.

- So, you're not trying to piss me off?
- No.

Does that happen to you often?
People get pissed off at you,

you can't figure out why?

Look, I don't know
what this conversation is about.

How'd you meet Wiley, Earl?

My dad bet with him before he died.

I've been out of work.
My ma had me call him up.

Now, we're gonna be talking
to your mother.

She's gonna tell us
that you were at home this morning, right?

- That's right.
- And when we canvass out

by Wiley's place in Queens,

nobody's gonna say that
they saw your car picking him up.

Nobody's gonna say that.

We ran you through B.C.I., Earl.

You got one collar for auto theft,
one for receiving.

- Uh-huh.
- What were they about?

Nothing. I was a kid at the time.

And what happened to this bookie here
that wasn't you doing a robbery

- that got out of hand?
- No.

I told you I didn't see him this morning.

Okay, Earl. You can go.

You can go.

Keep working on that friendly attitude.

Yeah, you, too.

You know, I could use your help.

- What are we doing?
- Working something in court.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

KANKARIDES: Please come in.

Have a seat.

I've known Sylvia
since she was a child.

I'm not surprised that she answered
the questionnaire

so thoroughly and intelligently.

ANDY: She do a good job?

KANKARIDES:
You left some of the answers blank.

Uh, the ones I thought were too personal.

Actually, Sylvia,
were there any questions

that, uh, you and Andrew wanted
to ask me as a couple?

Um...

No.

Then, since time seems to be a factor,

it may be most useful
if, uh, Andrew and I could chat privately.

- All right, Father.
- It will only take a few moments.

Please.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(ANDY CLEARS THROAT)

The, um...

counseling questionnaire
is meant to establish an atmosphere

of frankness and honesty.

That is why we hope
you'll answer them fully.

Maybe if I knew you better.

Maybe we can accomplish that now.

I think it'd take a longer time.

You've read the couples' text
on the sacrament of holy matrimony

and the crowning services?

- Yeah, I did.
- What do you think of those?

Very nice.

Do you believe in God, Andrew?

I'd as soon not get into that.

I'm sure that in your work,
you must see things

that are very hard to deal with.

Have you lost your faith?

Yeah.

Sylvia's been a favorite of mine
ever since I've known her.

I think she has a great gift of spirit...

- of finding the best in people.
- I think that's right.

And you want to make her happy.
You do love her.

Yeah, I do.

Good.

Good.

Very well, Andrew.
I'm glad I got to meet you.

- Don't give up on God.
- Yeah. It's good to meet you.

He may not be through with you yet.

Andrew and I are finished.

If you both will excuse me,
I have to go and hear confession.

All right, Father.

- Thank you.
- KANKARIDES: You're very welcome.

I hope this went well.

Oh, yeah. It... it went fine.

I'll see you soon. Andrew.

So long, Father.

- Was it all right?
- Yeah. We got along okay.

(SIGHS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- The trial is on for June 15th.
- Thank you.

MALE JUDGE: This is now 14 months.

I want both sides ready.

Bail is continued on the same conditions.

Indictment 5522,

People of the State of New York
versus Arnold Glover. Please step up.

Calendar D.A.'s going to handle
the pleading.

- Tell him to hurry up.
- Any sign of her?

No. Not yet.

MALE SPEAKER: That's great work.
You should be here.

- Your Honor, may we approach?
- Counsel approach.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

If it's acceptable to Your Honor,
we've worked out a plea,

first-degree manslaughter
with an agreed-upon sentence of 7-21.

And he's gonna waive his right to appeal.

Sounds okay to me. Step back.

DIANE: Your Honor, at this point,
Mr. Glover wishes to withdraw

his previously entered plea
of not guilty and...

- What's going on?
- You're about to find out.

Come on, Joyce.
I thought you wanted to see me.

Not anymore.

Don't play this.
Come on. Let's sit down.

Put the defendant under oath.

BAILIFF: Raise your right hand.

Do you swear that the testimony
you're about to...

I thought you wanted us to get together.

- I did.
- I do.

- BAILIFF: State your name.
- Arnold Glover.

I've been thinking about what you said.

JUDGE: Mr. Glover, I want you first
to tell me in your own words

what happened at...

And?

Well, I think we should do something
about it.

Detective, they want you in Part 63.

- Well, they can't have me.
- No, they need you over there right now.

Well, they can't have me right now.

- DIANE: Uh, Detective Simone...
- Did you hear what I just said?

All right, I'll tell them what you say,
but they want you over there.

I had a gun, and I shot them
both in the bed.

- Come on, Joyce.
- JUDGE: Mr. Glover, do you enter this plea

- voluntarily, under no duress or coercion?
- Come on, Joyce.

- JUDGE: Without having any...
- Tell me what you want.

...promises to make you accept
the agreed-upon sentence?

ARNOLD: Yes.

JUDGE: Do you understand that...

I want you to make love to me.

- You don't mean here.
- Yes, I do, Your Honor.

(CHUCKLES) Where are we gonna do that?

- JUDGE: Do you have any questions?
- FEMALE SPEAKER: No, Your Honor...

Take me back to my place right now.

- JUDGE: The court accepts the plea.
- All right.

JUDGE: Uh, sentencing is on for June...

12th.

- All right.
- All right?

- Yeah.
- You've gotta go to part 63.

He can't come to Part 63.
He told you.

- They're serious over there.
- What do you mean, they're serious?

- They're ready to put you in contempt.
- What? They're gonna arrest me?

DIANE: Yeah. Now, come on.
I think you got to get over there.

(SCOFFS) They're gonna arrest me.

- This okay? All right.
- Yeah.

Look, uh...

we gotta do a rain check, Joyce.

Thanks for your assistance, Ms. Novak.

We couldn't have made the case
without you.

- A rain check till when?
- When are you gonna be 50?

- You son of a bitch.
- Take a walk, Joyce. See a doctor.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Let me tell you something.
You're all right with your work.

Yeah?

No, I'm... I'm serious. I... I knew
what we were running on that woman,

- and I still was gonna go to Part 63.
- (LAUGHS)

You know what? Um, I've got to go
pick something up.

- What, it just occurred to you?
- Yeah, it just occurred to me.

But you want me to put in
for lost time, boss?

- (CHUCKLING)
- I'll see you up in the squad.

Okay.

How you doing, Detective?

(CLEARS THROAT)

- You interviewed this Earl Padzik?
- The bookie's driver? Yeah.

What kind of hit you get?

Pisspot kind of guy.
A couple of low-rent collars.

I've got a printout on Wiley's cellular.
Still in use.

Couple of the calls go
to this, uh, guy Padzik's mother.

Maybe we should go talk to her then.

- I already brought Fancy up to speed.
- BOBBY: Oh.

We're setting up a P.E.N.N. register
to monitor the mother's phone calls.

Detectives, could I stop you
for just a moment?

What's going on, John?

I'm not sure if you heard,
but this is going to be my last day.

I just wanted to give each of you a card.

- Yeah, thanks, John.
- No, thank you.

I've adored working here.

Just go away. I'll get emotional.
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)

- We'll see you later, huh?
- ANDY: Yeah.

I'm gonna wait till after the shift
to open mine.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (SIGHS) They said it was, uh, 3-D, right?
- ANDY: Yeah. Down here.

- FEMALE SPEAKER: It's fine.
- MALE SPEAKER: It's ugly.

- WANDA: Yeah, what is it?
- New York City detectives.

We want to talk to you a few minutes
about your son, Mrs. Padzik.

- I know what you want to talk about.
- We'd like to talk to you inside.

(SIGHS) Make it quick.

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER TV)

- I hope you people are happy.
- What would we be happy about especially?

You drove my son away.

I'm gonna be all alone in this city.

- Where's Earl going?
- As if I'd tell you.

You're the ones making him leave.

Call him in.
Threaten him with your jackboots.

You got charm, you know that, Mrs. Padzik?

Back at you, Dumpy.

Look, nobody's threatened Earl,

- Mrs. Padzik.
- Yeah, right.

All right?
We're investigating a homicide here.

Your son worked
for the man who was killed.

You try to pin that on him,
I'll sue the whole damn city.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hmm. Did you know Lenny Wiley?

My husband knew him enough to lose
half his paycheck every damn week.

Your husband's been dead
for a while, right?

Several years.

Any chance you weren't living together
at that time?

You got a smart mouth, you know that?

How long did your son
drive for Lenny Wiley?

Couple months.
That scumbag's idea of a good turn.

Rub people's nose in their bad luck.

Wiley being the scumbag
for giving your son the job?

Would... would you move?
O.J.'s coming back on.

And matter of fact, would you guys leave?

If Earl's leaving town,
I hope he splits

some of that take with you, Mrs. Padzik.

- Earl did not do that robbery.
- Yeah, well, we're pretty sure he did.

He's making calls from that
bookie's cell phone.

ANDY: Forty-seven grand?

You'd think he'd lay
a few bucks on his beloved mom.

Get the hell out.
Get out. Get the hell out.

- Sons of bitches.
- I liked the 47 grand.

Guy's leaving town.
I wanted to turn up the temperature.

Yeah. That ought to stimulate
a little interfamily phone activity.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Guys, uh, the subject
of your P.E.N.N. register

dialed one number over and over again
for 15 minutes straight.

There you go. You got her going.

The calls stopped about five minutes ago.

You got the number she was calling?
We'll check in the Cole's directory.

Yeah, yeah, right here.

Hey, Bobby, did you leave
any unfinished business with Joyce Novak?

No. All done with that, Lieu.

So you don't know what
she's coming up here to see me about?

No.

I'd like to speak with you, Lieutenant,
privately.

Okay.

Come on in.

I'd like to file charges
of sexual misconduct

against Detective Simone.

I don't know how to do it.
I'd like your help.

Um, Miss Novak,

I'm gonna make a recording
of this conversation.

- For both our benefits.
- Go right ahead.

So...

what sort of sexual misconduct
by Detective Simone are you alleging?

Well, as you know, I was a witness
in the Arnold Glover murder investigation.

Detective Simone was running
the investigation.

At a time when I was extremely vulnerable
and frightened,

Detective Simone made
sexual overtures to me...

and he initiated an intimate relationship,
which he's just terminated.

All right, Miss Novak.

It's important that you don't react
to what I'm gonna say now as intimidation.

Oh, no. I'm... I'm through
being intimidated.

We take the kinda charges
you're making very seriously.

Well, I would hope you would.

If detective Simone was sexually
inappropriate with you,

I want that to come out.

And for him to receive
the appropriate sanctions.

Well, what's that? A lost day off?

Well, if your allegations are true,
Sanctions would be suspension

- from the force and a jail term.
- That's what he deserves.

But before we go forward with any charges
you may wish to file, Miss Novak,

I want you to know that early
in his investigation,

Detective Simone put me on notice
that he considered you mentally unstable.

He, and I, and the district attorney
had repeated conversations

about your changing your account
of what you saw,

and your offer to change
your story further

in exchange for Detective Simone
showing interest in you.

These incidents were reported
by Detective Simone as they occurred,

and were noted by me in my daily logbooks.

They're a matter of record,
Miss Novak, going back a number of months,

and they would provide the background
and the context

in which you'd be pursuing your charges.

- He seduced me.
- I don't believe you, Miss Novak...

but we'll certainly take your complaint
and conduct a full investigation.

I'll get a detective
to take your statement.

What, the one he's sleeping with now?

Miss Novak,
are you under psychiatric care?

Did you two enjoy your little performance
at my expense?

Miss Novak, if you want to file
a complaint,

I'll put you with a detective.
Otherwise, you should leave.

- You must be a great lay.
- That's enough. Hey, James.

Do you have some special technique?

Is that how you steal men
from other women?

- Ma'am, you wanna come with me?
- Let go of me.

Ma'am, you can leave here with me,
or you can be psychoed at Bellevue.

You're an evil person.

What kind of techniques
did you use on him?

Ah, old family recipe.

Andy, you come up with that address?

Where Donna Reed was calling little Earl?
Yeah, 824 East 10th.

Why don't you get over there?

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

You're a bum!

Bum? You're a prick!

- Come on, Ma! They lied to you!
- (GUNSHOT)

WANDA: (GRUNTS)
Forty-seven thousand dollars!

Ordinarily, you don't want to shoot
an elderly woman.

15th Squad to Central. We have
shots being fired at 10th and Avenue C.

"Ma, I need travel money!
They're breaking my balls."

- All right, Wanda, drop it!
- Wanda, drop that gun! Police!

Oh, that's great! That's terrific, Ma!

- Now you put me in jail!
- (WOMAN SCREAMS)

Wanda, drop that gun!

You're ready to blow
this town, aren't you...

- with that slut, just like your father.
- You don't wanna die, Wanda!

- Put the gun down!
- Out of town? You ain't going nowhere.

Wanda, I want you to drop that gun

- or we're gonna drop you right here!
- This time, they'll kill all of us!

- Shut up! You shut up! Shut up. Shut up.
- (PISTOL CLICKS)

- Go. Go.
- WANDA: Shut up. Shut up.

- Got it. Got her.
- (WANDA GRUNTS)

- (SIRENS WAILING)
- (EXCLAIMS)

BOBBY: Keep your hands...
Keep your hands on the dash!

Keep your hands on the dash!
Hands on the dash!

Get out of there. Get out of there!

You happy, Ma? Huh?

- Search him.
- BOBBY: Keep your hands on the dash!

WANDA: I want to know how much money
that kid has in his pocket.

BOBBY: All right.

What are we gonna turn up
on ballistics on this, huh?

- A bullet in Wiley's head?
- Is that the gun you used, Earl?

Get a policewoman over here.
I ain't searching this!

Screw you, Ma!

Yeah? And then you didn't even
throw it away, huh?

Yeah, save 100 on another gun.

- Shut up!
- Yeah, you moron.

- ANDY: All right. Take them out of here.
- You jerk. You little prick.

(SIGHS)

They say the family structure's
going to hell, huh?

Shoot her and put her
out of her misery!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- I'll meet you at Casey's?
- Good.

Padzik give it up?

- We won't be seeing Earl for a while.
- How's mom?

She's giving personality tips
to the policewoman.

- Did Padzik go?
- Yeah. He signed a statement.

- Okay. Good night, fellas.
- BOBBY: Good night, Lieu.

Lieutenant, I have this little card
for you.

Oh, thank you, John.

I've appreciated and enjoyed the people

in your squad, and the work atmosphere.

- I don't think any of that is an accident.
- Well, if you're interested, John,

there's a P.A.A. slot open upstairs
in Anti-Crime.

Don't tease me.

ARTHUR: No, if you want it,
I'll talk to the sarge.

I'd be thrilled. (STAMMERS NERVOUSLY)
I'd love to stay in this command.

Okay. Check with him when you leave.
I think it starts right away.

- JOHN: I will. Thanks.
- Good night.

Good night, Lieu. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Mm. Uh, just a second.

We have a locker hog.

- I'm sorry. Excuse me.
- No problem.

- Oh, good night.
- Yeah. Good night.

- See you.
- See you.

- Coming, Bob?
- Yeah. Good night, man.

JAMES: Good night.

Put that in the boss' tray, huh?
Good night.

JOHN: Good night.

Are you going to see him now?

Are you going to make love to him?

Why don't you go home and get some rest?

(SCOFFS)

You can run his life,
but you... you... you can't run mine.

- Drop that, or you're going to get hurt.
- (BREATHES HEAVILY)

I thought this was for me...

but it's really for you!

- Drop it, or I'll break your arm! Drop it!
- (JOYCE GRUNTS)

- DIANE: Drop the knife.
- MARTINEZ: I got the knife.

No! She'll destroy you!

Thanks, James. Well, take her inside.
Get an ambulance.

No! I'm not going... Bastard!

- Joyce, look at me. Look at me.
- No!

- BOBBY: Look at me, Joyce.
- No! No!

I'm gonna go there with you, okay?
It's gonna be all right.

No. It's not gonna be all right
as long as she's with you.

BOBBY:
Joyce, she's not coming with us, okay?

It's just gonna be me and you, okay?

Joyce, it's just me and you there,
all right?

- Yeah. (BREATHES HEAVILY)
- Okay.

Come on. I'll stay with you.

Let's... let's go inside, all right?

(BREATHES HEAVILY) Yeah.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm glad you liked Father Kankarides.

Yeah.

He was so wonderful to us
when my mom died.

To me, but to my dad, especially.

Yeah. He seems like a nice guy.

Do you wanna tell me
what you all talked about?

Terms of not filling out
the questionnaire, beliefs and so forth.

(EXHALES)

I worked a case once.

A couple's kid was missing,
a 14-month-old kid.

He wandered away in a park,

and we're looking everywhere,
and there's flyers we got out,

and they're interviewed on the radio.

The guy's a dog trainer,
in from the Midwest,

so he could take this special course
with a German Shepherd he's got.

And the wife's half an oiler.
You can tell she likes to drink.

And I'm just getting this bad feeling
from both of them,

so I go at her a little bit.

We're up in their transient apartment
that they've rented,

and, uh, finally she says,
whatever happened, it wasn't her.

So now I'm looking at the husband.
He's this...

he's this horse-balled tough guy.
A fake marine.

And he's talking about how pets
have to be disciplined.

And the breakdown of discipline,
and... and I'm getting worried

what might have happened
with this asshole.

(EXHALES) And now she starts screaming
it wasn't her.

She was asleep.

The baby peed
when the father was changing it,

and, uh...

it urinated in the guy's face.

He threw the baby down
and fractured its skull,

and the baby lay there and died.

And what happened to the baby,
I want to know.

And she's still screaming,
and... and I... I look at this dog,

and this asshole's trying
to get this dog away from me.

Now I got to cut open this dog's belly.

I take him over to the vet center.
And we cut its belly open.

And we gotta murder this poor dog,

and there's the pieces
of the child inside the...

(BREATHES HEAVILY) ...the dog.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)
He wanted to know if I'd lost my faith.

I got faith in you.

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC ENDS)