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Morning.

Morning.

DIANE: I was, uh, wondering if you had a chance to talk to him.

- I just got here. - But you still intend to talk to him.

- What'd I tell you? After the meeting. - I know. I was just...

- worried maybe you'd changed your mind. - ANDY: No.

(SIGHS) I have no idea what Bobby's attitude's gonna be.

- ANDY: That's up to him. - (POLICE CAR ALARM BEEPS)

DIANE: I feel like a goofball worrying about it.

- ANDY: You take it how it comes. - DIANE: I know.

ANDY: And don't be hovering around me all day.

You gotta let me do this how I'm gonna do it.

- DIANE: Yeah. Andy, um... - (SIGHS)

I appreciate everything.

Well, you've shown me a lot these last few months,

on and off the job.

You want to not go in together in case he's up there,

you get a chance to talk?

Walk inside.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

- So this is your statement here? - Right.

- This is how you got robbed? - MR. WHITE: That's what happened.

- Hey. - DONNA: Hi.

- Good morning. - ANDY: Hey.

You know, detective, I... I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,

and I think I'm gonna be doing a disservice here to Mr. White.

- What's going on? - Mr. White got robbed last night.

- Uh-huh. - BOBBY: He was driving down South Street,

uh, 1:00 a.m. How'd you put it? Collecting your thoughts?

- Yes. - ANDY: On South Street?

Yeah, just driving down South Street collecting his thoughts

when, um, he stops for a stop light.

An assailant walks up, demands his car, his wallet and his pants.

ANDY: His pants too?

- I mentioned to Mr. White... - (SCOFFS)

...this pattern we've been working on

where the prostitute gets into the car and points the John

to some romantic parking lot off of South Street,

and then her hardworking pimp shows up and sticks a gun in his face.

How we got two detectives on the street right now

trying to put a stop to this before somebody gets shot.

But he can't help us with that because this case is unrelated.

This is a whole separate phenomena here, because, uh...

there's no prostitute involved, right, Mr. White?

- I told you what happened. - Mr. White told me what happened.

So, he can't be of help on this pattern that we've been working on

where we got these two cops out on the street busting their ass.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'm feeling kind of bad now, 'cause, uh...

- I thought Mr. White might be lying to me. - (ANDY CLICKING TONGUE)

Well, maybe being in a strange police station,

he just can't remember right.

Maybe he needs more familiar surroundings.

- Could that be, Mr. White? - Try taking him over to his house

and talking it out with his wife in the room and see...

- (SCOFFS) - ANDY: ...if maybe that might

- jog his memory. - Wait. What? (CHUCKLES)

No, no, no, I... I think we should do that, Mr. White.

All right, all right. All right. (SIGHS)

Good-looking black girl, 5'2".

- Where'd you pick her up? - MR. WHITE: Thirteenth and Second Avenue.

BOBBY: Did she give you a name?

MALE VOICE 1: Hey, Sal! Wait up!

2.50.

And I... I figure the guy must've thought I, uh, ordered a muffin too.

JAMES: Notice how they didn't have the prices posted.

GREG: Yeah.

- FEMALE VOICE 1: Taxi! - Two and a half bucks.

- Coffee and no muffin. - We should've just walked out.

-"Sorry, pal. I work for a living." - Nah.

That would've been even more of an embarrassment.

Forget about it. Where's this pimp we're supposed to meet?

How reliable is his information gonna be anyway is my concern.

- Is he just looking to settle a score? - FEMALE VOICE 2: Hey! Hey!

You're the police?

- The bar's over there. Hurry! - GREG: Wa... wait, wait, wait! What bar?

I called the 911 operator. Something bad is happening...

We don't know nothing about a 911 call. What's going on in there?

Okay, I was upstairs.

We... we have a signal. My husband, he buzzed me.

I call 911. I go out the backstairs. Something bad is happening.

- (SOBS) I think a robbery. - JAMES: Okay, we're gonna check it out.

- Stay right there. - Calm down.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (CAR HORN HONKING)

Police! Put your hands on the bar and don't move! Do it now!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! It's all right. It's all right.

- I'm on the job. It's taken care of. - JAMES: Hands on the bar right now!

- You're on what job? - NATHAN: Just check my ID, all right?

Let me show you my shield.

Yeah, take it out slow. You!

What's going on? You speak English?

All right?

Let me see it.

- Let me see it! - What is this crap?

I just showed you the damn shield, man. I tell you I'm on the job.

Why have you still got your gun pointed at me, huh?

Oh, I got it. I'm black, so you can't believe a word I say.

Okay. Now, what's the story?

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) - (JAMES GROANS)

(GRUNTS) Bastard! (PANTS)

(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

- (ANTONIO GRUNTS) - GREG: Damn it!

Hey, Greg! I've been shot!

I've been shot, man!

- Oh, God. - Oh, my God.

- (GROANS) - 15th Squad to Central. 1013.

My partner's been shot.

We're at 11th Street and Second Avenue, an alley in the back.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO) - Can you get up?

- I don't know. I've been hit. - Come on. Come on.

- Man! - Come on.

- (GROANS) - I'm taking you to the hospital. (GRUNTS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDING)

- BOBBY: Hey. - Hey.

(CLEARS THROAT) Hey.

(ANDY GRUNTS)

- Hi, Bobby. - BOBBY: Hey, Donna.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- BOBBY: Can I pour you a cup? - DONNA: Great.

- BOBBY: Coffee, right? - DONNA: Yeah.

- BOBBY: There you go. - Is that, uh, Fahrenheit you're wearing?

- Yeah, it is. - It's a great scent on you.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks.

I'm just not used to folks around here taking notice.

Really?

Listen up. James has been shot.

- Where are we going? - I'll get back.

ARTHUR: The shooting was at 11th and Second Avenue.

Medavoy's taking him to the hospital. I'm on my way over there.

I want everybody at the scene.

(BOBBY SIGHS)

(SIREN WAILING)

- (TIRES SCREECHING) - (SIREN CONTINUES WAILING)

- You're gonna be okay. - Wasn't what I thought it would feel like.

- Just stay calm! - My leg's killing me, Greg.

Hurry up, all right?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- MALE VOICE 2: Hey, hey! - GREG: (GRUNTS) Damn it!

- What? Wait a minute. Wait in here. - JAMES: Hey, Greg! Where you going?

GREG: Damn it!

- 15th Squad to Central K. - GREG: Son of a bitch!

- 1085 forthwith. - GREG: James, have we got it?

Where the hell am I?

I don't even know what street I'm on.

- GREG: There we go. I got it. - JAMES: What street am I on?

- JAMES: I'm calling for another unit. - No, no. We'll be there in two minutes.

Disregard that, Central. Uh. Have them standing by at the hospital.

- JAMES: (GROANS) Come on! - You're gonna be okay, James.

All I want is a fighting chance.

- (SIREN WAILING) - (ENGINE REVIVING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

JAMES: Come on, Greg.

(SIREN CONTINUES WAILING)

- JAMES: Come on, Greg. Back it up. - Wait a minute. I'll back it up.

- GREG: Oh! - Hey!

- What are you doing? - JAMES: Oh, Greg!

- I don't want to die, Greg. - GREG: Come on, partner. We made it.

- We're here. - JAMES: Don't call my dad, Greg.

Don't call him, all right?

GREG: Help! There's a man shot!

- Come on! Help! Help! - (GROANS)

- Down here! Down here! Let's go! Let's go! - (JAMES GROANING)

(JAMES GRUNTS)

- GREG: We're gonna lie you down, okay? - Easy, easy, easy, easy!

- Here you go. - (GROANS)

- All right. Let's get that jacket off. - NURSE: Get his jacket.

DR. MONDZAC: Get an I.V. running in each arm.

(GROANS)

DR. MONDZAC: Okay, Detective. Where do you have pain?

- I got a hell of a backache. - DR. MONDZAC: Okay.

- How many times do you think you were hit? - Once, I think.

All right. Here's the wound of entry, left flank, just below the rib cage.

Okay, we gotta look for an exit.

Detective, we're gonna roll you over, okay?

- One, two, three. - (JAMES GROANS)

- How's it look, doc? - You wait out there, please.

He never lost consciousness. That's good, right?

- No exit wound. - Huh? Is that good?

You gotta let us do our job. Please, wait outside.

- Should I give blood? - Good. Give blood.

- Okay. - NURSE: Sir, stand back.

- (JAMES GROANING) - Does this hurt?

- JAMES: No. - DR. MONDZAC: How about this?

No, no. Uh. Be... be careful with those scissors down there.

We're at mid-thigh, detective. Don't get delusions of grandeur.

- (JAMES PANTS) - WARD BOY: B.P.'s 90 over 60.

- Okay. Put in the Foley. - (JAMES GROANING)

DR. MONDZAC: We're gonna catheterize your bladder and look for bleeding.

- Okay, detective? - JAMES: Okay.

- (GROANS) - GREG: What's happening? Is he okay?

DR. MONDZAC: You gotta wait outside. Please, get him out.

- What's goin' on? - (DOCTOR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We need a further description on these two black males.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Um. Both of them were, uh, over six-foot tall.

Um. The... the shooter, he was more dark-complected...

- JAMES: Easy... - ...than the other one.

He was wearing a, uh, a...

- a blue T-shirt and jeans. - SERGEANT: Mm-hmm.

Uh. The other one had a, um, a yellow and black-and-white,

uh, a check shirt on and... and tan pants.

- SERGEANT: Got it. - Uh.

Can you safeguard this for me, sergeant?

- SERGEANT: Yeah, sure thing. - Thanks.

NURSE: No blood in the urine. You want to get set up for a D.P.L.?

- No. Get a CAT scan right away. - WARD BOY: Right away.

In your opinion, you think I'm gonna live?

You're looking real good so far. We need to locate the bullet,

then we're gonna go from there.

Do me a favor. I don't want my name released, doc.

I don't want my next of kin notified till I know what's happening. All right?

Fine. You're gonna be okay. It'll be okay.

MALE NURSE: Notify OR.

(SIREN WAILING)

First, I think it's a straight-out robbery, you know?

Then your men come in, and this pendejo pulls a badge out.

How much money did they get?

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

How much?

- Around 3,000. - Three thousand dollars?

Early morning, you're not even open for business.

What's up here, Mr. Hernandez?

-"Up" how? -"Up how?"

Look, we want to know who shot our friend.

Now was this involved in bookmaking or drugs or numbers?

And you better not hold back on this, pal!

Guys, neighbors saw one of the perps climb in a dumpster around the corner.

You stay right here.

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)

OFFICER 1: Over here!

Police! You do what I say! You understand me?

Answer up loud and clear, or we start shooting!

- ANTONIO: Don't shoot! I hear you! - All right, stick your hands

- up in the air right now! - ANTONIO: I've been shot!

ANDY: Come on! Let me see your hands! Get 'em up! Now stand up! Stand up!

- Diane? - DIANE: Got him.

I'm shot! I need a doctor! (GROANS)

- (GROANS) Where's your gun? - Oh, I need a doctor!

- One gun! - OFFICER 2: He's got ammo here.

- BOBBY: I got the money. - ANDY: Who's your partner?

- (GROANS) - I want a name and address now!

Come on, man. I feel like I'm dying, man. Please!

Listen to me! I don't want to hear another word

about how you feel or what you need, all right?

- (GROANS) - Nobody's gonna help you now, slick, huh?

So you better give up a name, or you will die right here, understand?

- Bobby! Andy! - ANDY: You understand?

You better take this somewhere else.

(GRUNTS)

- Come on. Let's go for a ride. - (GROANS)

- (SIREN WAILING) - (GRUNTS, GROANS)

- FEMALE VOICE 3 ON PA: Doctor... - It makes me think that the...

the guy's shield, it looked legit.

- We'll figure it out, Greg. - We... we thought he was on a job.

- DR. MONDZAC: Detective? - Hey, there. How... how's he doin'?

James is stable. He's going to the intensive care unit.

The bullet is buried in the heavy muscle of his back,

so we'd rather not go in and try to cut it out.

- You're gonna leave the bullet in? - The bullet's not the problem.

It bounced off the second lumbar vertebrae and chipped it.

James is feeling a little numbness in his left leg,

so we're gonna watch for any progression of loss of feeling.

Give us a minute to set him up in his room,

- then you guys can go and see him. - Okay.

Thank you.

- Oh, man. - ARTHUR: Don't worry, Greg.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Detective Medavoy.

- Oh, hey, there, uh, John, right? - I was so stunned. I heard what happened.

- Are you okay? - Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- ARTHUR: Hi, John. - Hi.

Uh. Any... any word on Detective Martinez?

Not yet. They... they got him in intensive care.

Uh. Fortunately, uh, there's plenty of blood around,

you know, if... if it's needed.

Um. So if you were, uh, thinking of coming maybe down here to,

you know, give blood, uh, I... I wouldn't worry about it.

Uh. Detective, on the side of caution, I don't give blood,

even though I'm in a monogamous relationship,

- and I get tested every three months. - Yeah, yeah. I didn't mean any offense.

Uh. I just meant... Well, you know. Uh... (CHUCKLES)

Could you... (EXHALES)

...give this to Detective Martinez, or just put it in his room?

I've had it since I was a kid and um...

Whatever positive energy it has,

I figured Detective Martinez could use more than me.

Oh, yeah, sure. Absolutely, yeah.

I'll get this to him. Thanks, John.

(GROANS)

ANTONIO: I need a doctor! (GRUNTS)

- Get this thing out of me! - ARTHUR: Bob!

We got the shooter. Antonio Vargas.

- He just gave it up in the car. - (GROANS)

- Greg, can you ID this scumbag here? - GREG: Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

I bet you that's my bullet in his ass too, huh?

- Am I right? - Greg, Greg...

That's... that's enough. Come on.

- Now, he's the one that showed the shield? - No, we haven't got that guy yet.

- (GROANS) - But this one had a nine-millimeter...

...with him at the scene, right?

- How's James doing? - ARTHUR: Possible spinal damage.

- It's up in the air. - Damn.

- So, it was a robbery? - BOBBY: No. The bar was a numbers bank.

Now, the shooter's partner, he set up the whole play.

This one said that he never met him until last night.

- Only got him by his first name. Nate. - Yeah. One of his con,

lowlife running buddies tells him that this Nate

is looking for some backup on a robbery.

So, Antonio here goes to meet him at the 79th Street Pool Hall,

takes the job and that's all he knows, right?

- ARTHUR: We're sure? - Believe me, he gave up all he's got.

I ain't got no reason

- to dick y'all around, man. - Shut up.

- Just get me a doctor! - Stop the...

- Shut up! - (ANTONIO GRUNTS, COUGHS)

- GREG: What about the other guy's shield? - Figure it's fake or stolen.

- Something to use when he needs it. - GREG: Yeah.

So this one could get the drop on us, huh?

- I don't believe it. - We grabbed this one with all the money.

This guy, Nate, is supposed to call him on his beeper.

- That was the plan if they got separated. - He hasn't beeped him yet?

- No, we gotta wait on that. - (ANTONIO GROANS)

Okay. I want him to call that guy back as soon as he beeps.

GREG: Hey, here comes a doctor. Get him in there.

- ANDY: Come on, Antonio. Come here. - (ANTONIO GRUNTS)

- GREG: Hey, Doc. - Here, I'll take you to see James.

- (BEEPER BEEPING) - GREG: Oh, is that you?

- No, it's not me. Come on. This way. - Show us where he is.

- (BEEPER BEEPING) - (GRUNTS)

Let's find a pay phone.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Now, I want you to listen up. - (GROANS)

Don't you say anything that might tip this guy off.

- Better do this right. - (GRUNTS)

(PANTS) Look, man, I can hardly think straight, man.

Well, you think about this.

You screw this up, and we all get back in the car. All right?

- ANTONIO: Yeah. - Just take a deep breath.

- (GROANS) - Do it right.

Yo, Nate.

Yeah, I'm good. I'm straight. Where you at?

Oh, a pay phone.

I don't know. Outside some pizza place. (PANTS)

Uh. Where you at?

You want me to come up there so we can whack this money up?

Yeah.

All right.

I can do that in 20 minutes. Yeah.

All right. Later. (PANTS)

- (EXHALES SHARPLY) - Very good.

He's at the 79th Street Pool Hall.

Y'all gonna take me to that doctor now, right?

- We need Martinez to ID him. - The other one ID'd me already!

We need both of them to ID you, asshole. We're not takin' no chances.

No, no, I confessed already.

I did it! I shot that cop! Where'd that doctor go?

Come on, man! I've been shot! Get me that doctor!

Oh, it's burning, man! (GROANS)

- (GROANS) - How are you feeling, James?

- I'm down but not out. - It's good to see you, James.

- Yeah, likewise. - This piece of crap look familiar?

- (ANTONIO GROANS) - Yeah, you got him. That's the shooter.

- What about the other guy? - Yeah, we're gonna grab him up right now.

- Who's this? - ANDY: He's all yours, Doc.

- You want to remove the handcuffs? - ANDY: We'll get 'em off in a minute.

Here. Fellas, want to help the doctor with this guy? And stay with him.

ANTONIO: Come on. Let's go.

Get well soon, pal.

ANTONIO: I was aiming for your monkey ass!

We'll be back to see you later, all right?

Chin up, man. You're looking good.

Just got this weird feeling in my leg though.

Listen, when the nurse comes by, uh, give her a little tickle on the ass.

They love it when you do that.

FEMALE VOICE 3 PA: Officer Davis...

GREG: Man.

The one day that... that I have my 38 instead of my nine-millimeter.

I mean, if... if I don't have to reload, that scumbag is dead.

Yeah, you got him at least though.

You should see all the cops that came down here, James.

- Yeah? - Yeah. Bosses too.

I bet the mayor comes by to see you.

- Yeah, I'm a real role model, huh? - Yeah.

Oh, geez, I almost forgot, uh...

Uh. John wanted you to have this.

- FEMALE VOICE 3 ON PA: Dr. James... - John Kelly?

No, "upstairs John," you know, the gay guy, for good luck.

- Oh, yeah? I didn't know he cared. - (GREG CHUCKLES)

James, hi, I'm Dr. Kressell.

I'll be stopping in over the next few days to do some quick checks on you.

Do me a favor and describe for me the sensation in your left leg.

It's... it's the damnedest thing, Doc. There's a zone around here

where I don't feel anything, and then right around it

it's like pins and needles, but it's hard to explain.

All right, uh...

- let me see you wiggle your toes, okay? - Oh!

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

Is that full mobility?

I mean, I can't tell. Does that look like full mobility?

No, it's good. It's good. No problem with the right leg?

No, I...

- I don't think... I don't know though. - DR. KRESSELL: All right, all right.

We're gonna do a series of pin pricks,

and I want you to tell me if you feel any of them.

(SIGHS)

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

- Martinez, he's a tough kid. - Yeah, he is.

You don't figure this Nate guy got wise and took off, do you?

I think our guy sold it pretty good.

Look, God willing, Martinez don't take a turn for the worse,

we snatch this guy up.

- Uh. You want to have supper tonight? - Yeah, sure. Thanks.

I was thinking maybe you and Russell come over.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Me and Russell?

Yeah. She's been doing good work on the squad the last few months.

- Uh-huh. - You disagree?

- No. - You know she's been going to meetings?

No, I didn't. (CLEARS THROAT)

You know, she said she wanted some time, she needed some space.

I didn't want to talk to her about that.

- So you been helpin' her out, Andy? - ANDY: I talk to her somewhat,

regards to the drinking. You're supposed to do that.

Uh-huh. So what do you think about, uh, the dinner?

Um. Yeah. Yeah, I'd like to come.

Talk with Russell. Uh. You work out the transportation.

ANDY: Police! Everybody put your hands on the tables.

Hands flat on the table! Back door!

- Show me some ID. - You too! Bobby.

Drop the stick, turn around, put your hands flat on the table.

Listen, guys, I'm on the job here, all right?

What's with you?

- I'm on the job here. Check my ID. - Shut your mouth!

He's got balls, I'll give him that. "Nathan Stackhouse."

Is this for real, man?

Corrections officer?

- I want to make a phone call. - You work for Corrections?

That's right. I work for Corrections. Hey! (SCREAMS)

You wanna stop twisting my arm now?

(SIREN WAILING)

Guard for 12 years at Rikers.

NATHAN: Twelve years.

Great job to look for guys to help you with stickups.

I've got nothing to say until the DA gets here.

Right. His buddy, the DA.

You all can quit wasting your time and your effort.

(SIGHS) Prison guard, noise like a subway station,

inmates flinging their crap off the upper tiers.

This guy probably looks the other way. He don't want no confrontation.

Kisses up to the skells,

so if there's a breakout he don't get took hostage.

You know, you wouldn't last half a day either side of the bars... bitch.

- Take this. - (KNOCK ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENING)

Step out, guys. The DA's taking over.

How's this guy hooked up with you?

Would you wait in the squad room, please, detective?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(SIGHS)

MALE VOICE 3: That's right, ma'am.

(EXHALES)

What the hell has this Stackhouse got going?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Whatever it was, Abrams isn't giving it up to me.

I know this guy who was in there with Abrams.

- He used to be a guard himself. - ANDY: Would he talk to you?

Yeah. I... I think he's with the inspector general's office now.

That's the Department of Corrections.

I'm telling you, whatever play this hump is making,

Martinez better not get moved down to second place.

Okay. Let me know.

- See how James is doing. - BOBBY: That's who I'm calling.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

BOBBY: Hi. Yeah, I'm trying to check the status of a patient.

Um. (CLEARS THROAT) Listen, forget about talking to Bobby.

All right? Just forget about it till this whole thing is over.

I talked to him.

- You talked to him? - Yeah, I invited him for dinner.

- DIANE: What did he say? - ANDY: He said it was a good idea.

- Does he know I'm gonna be there? - Yeah.

- And he said, "It sounds good"? - In those words.

What did you tell him? Did you tell him I was going to A.A. meetings?

- How did he react? - You... you want me to, uh,

describe his breathing pattern?

Yeah. Changes in his body temperature. This is what I need to know, Andy.

- Come on. - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(CLEARS THROAT, SIGHS)

- Easy does it. - Mm-hmm. I know.

ARTHUR: Yeah. Get back to me quick.

We can finish this up by the end of the day.

Okay, okay.

Inspector, this is need-to-know. I don't think

- the detectives should be here. - They're the arresting officers.

Then they should stay. All right?

- We're making Stackhouse a witness. - You're making him a witness?

MAURY: He'll testify against the shooter.

- This guy's gotta do time. - No time. He's a material witness.

You've got two detectives who are witnesses.

MAURY: The shooter's who we need to convict.

- He's the one I'm worrying about. - ANDY: No, I want some answers.

Stackhouse knew the fix was in since we picked him up.

You watch your language, detective. No one is fixing anything.

No? James Martinez is lying in a hospital bed with a bullet in him,

and you're dressing up this scumbag for a walk.

Have you thought through what this is gonna do to cop morale?

Officer Stackhouse is a crucial informant on a series of cases that'll blow the roof

- off the Corrections Department. -"Blow the roof off", huh? Jiminy!

MAURY: It's easier to get high on Rikers...

- (GRUNTS) - MAURY: ...than a Harlem street corner.

Corruption is so rampant, it's putting the good C.O.'s at risk.

Stackhouse is our shot at cleaning that up.

- You have got a cop who is shot here. - Believe me,

if Stackhouse was the shooter,

this other thing goes to second position, but we got the shooter.

And my office has eight months in this guy.

I know he's trouble,

but he's got a setup, and we're just not ready to move.

ANDY: He set up Martinez and Medavoy to get shot.

He used his shield to get 'em to drop their guard.

He's gotta be at work in two hours.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

He tried to get two cops killed, and now he's gonna go put on a uniform.

It's wrong, man. You can't get more wrong than this.

Where are they taking him, lieu?

Why don't you step in my office, Greg?

- How come he's not in handcuffs? - Just come talk to me.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Hey, it's, uh, Hampton, right?

Bernie Hampton, I.G.'s office at Corrections.

- Bobby Simone? - Yeah, good to see you again.

I was with the P.C.'s. This is my partner, Andy Sipowicz.

How you doin'?

This Stackhouse is helping you guys clean up Rikers?

Yeah, right.

This is making me sick.

Yeah, huh? Come on over here.

All right, look. I gotta tell you off the record...

Have somebody sit on Nate Stackhouse and don't let him out of your sight.

- BOBBY: Why? - He's got relatives in Barbados

or Trinidad or some damn place. It wouldn't surprise me

if the guy jumps on a plane the first chance he gets.

- What about this corruption case? - Stackhouse has been jerking

this DA around for eight months. He hasn't produced one damn thing.

Abrams is calling it a big deal.

(SCOFFS) Abrams needs to come back to reality.

He is hoping and praying that this investigation

turns into something.

- (ANDY SIGHING) - BERNIE: But he never should've done

business with this bum. I know Stackhouse. (INHALES)

I worked on a tier with him ten years ago. He was a malingerer then and now stickups.

I knew there was something this prick was up to.

And you think he might disappear now?

Well, he's burning his candle at five different ends, so, yeah.

Maybe he's got sense enough to know that his luck is running out.

Look, I'm just telling you.

- Sit on this guy, 'cause he might be gone. - We appreciate this, man.

- Yeah. Hey, take it easy. - BOBBY: Mm-hmm.

I knew Abrams was full of crap.

Hmm.

You believe in the people's right to know?

- Not generally, no. - (CHUCKLES)

How else do you put pressure on a guy like Abrams?

(KEYPAD CLICKING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

BOBBY: Benita?

(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, it's Bobby Simone.

You on a deadline?

If you want me to, I can tell your parents in person what happened.

- I can bring 'em down here. - JAMES: No.

- Not till I'm sure what my status is. - You gotta tell 'em at some point, James.

Right, so I don't want them worrying on spec.

They're gonna be worrying enough already.

And God knows what my dad's gonna say. He's already on me like, uh,

I should be getting married, have kids, a life outside the job.

- ADRIENNE: My family's that way with me. - You just gotta find the right person.

Yeah.

- You ever think about kids? - (LIPS SMACKING) Not really.

JAMES: You know, I think I'd make halfway decent father.

I mean, if I wasn't partially paralyzed or anything.

Can you believe that second guy turned out a correction officer?

JAMES: Yeah, how about that?

- Hey there. (SIGHS) - JAMES: Hey, doc.

- DR. KRESSELL: How you feeling? - I don't know.

- ADRIENNE: Should I go? - JAMES: No, no, no. Don't go.

ADRIENNE: Well, just in case the squad needs me.

Okay, but not on my account.

DR. KRESSELL: Okay.

- Feel that? - No.

- Feel this? - No, I don't. Doc, it's been six hours.

If it's gonna come back, shouldn't it have come back already?

DR. KRESSELL: Okay. Just a minute, James.

- Feel that? - Yeah, I felt that one.

The hypesthesia isn't progressing, which is good.

I'll come back in about...

- about an hour, okay? - JAMES: Okay, doc.

FEMALE VOICE 3 ON PA: Dr. Venner...

- Thanks. - DR. KRESSELL: Mm-hmm.

FEMALE VOICE 3 ON PA: Dr. Venner...

- You need to be gettin' back? - ADRIENNE: I don't think.

I think they got things under control.

- Hey, how's James Martinez? - Possible spinal injury from the bullet.

Your boss is looking to make a material witness

from one of those scumbags who got him shot.

- What's the guy got for him? - Some crap about corrupt prison guards.

Maybe, it's a good case. Abrams is a decent guy.

Maybe he's a decent guy looking for a promotion.

I got your voice mail about dinner with Bobby.

- How does that sound? - Well, I wish that you had asked me first.

I'm up to my neck in work.

Yeah, I was figuring I'd pick up some carryout.

Andy, maybe it's not about me cooking. Maybe I just might not be in the mood

- to have people over. - Sure. Okay.

- And I'm sorry. - No problem. We'll do it another night.

I gotta go.

Sylvia, is something the matter?

I just got some things up in the air.

I'll see you later.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey. - Hi.

Andy mentioned dinner.

Yeah, he was talking about that.

He, um, told me that you've been going to these meetings?

Mm-hmm. They're going pretty well.

(CLEARS THROAT) I, um...

I had to get it straight in my own head first.

Yeah, sure.

You figure it's okay then, us testing the waters?

- Yeah. - That's good.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

15th. Yeah.

Detective Simone, uh, Benita Alden is waiting downstairs.

Thanks.

(DOG BARKING)

- Bobby. - Hi, Benita. Thanks for coming.

A man I never thought I'd hear from again.

Listen, I can put you out in front on that shot cop.

First of all, I'm not on that story. I'm working the courts now.

And second,

we need to talk through what we didn't talk through

eight months ago.

No, we don't.

Then we don't have anything else to talk about.

Benita,

you took information that I shared with you in bed,

and you passed it along to another reporter.

BENITA: You think that I did that? That I crossed that line that one time?

You know, I would hope

that you'd believe that I did it out of dedication to my work.

Haven't you ever crossed the line out of dedication to your work, Bobby?

Look, I don't want to go over all this, all right?

Geez, if you knew how crazy I was for you,

you would've forgiven me.

You want to hear about this cop?

- Why are you telling me? - BOBBY: We collared these two perps,

and the DA just cut a sweetheart deal with one of them.

- Maury Abrams signed off on that? - Maury Abrams drew it up.

Listen, you gotta get to Abrams, Benita, you know.

- Call him before the end of the day. - Who's the cop?

- The next of kin hasn't been notified yet. - BENITA: Is he gonna die?

No. Look, Benita,

the cop's not the story here. You gotta get to Abrams.

Yeah, I've got his beeper number. Wait a second. Why...

why are you giving me this?

Why? Because I think that it's an important thing

that needs to be told, and I know that you're good enough

to nail it and tell it right.

Is that the only reason?

I just thought that here's a thing where both of our interests coincide.

(INHALES) This guy right here, he's with the Corrections Department.

Call him.

Tell him you talked to me.

Yeah.

- Hi. - Hey, Donna.

I , uh, guess no recent news on James. I called five minutes ago.

Yeah, I think he's out of harm's way now.

Everything is so... (EXHALES)

...impermanent.

Hmm.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

- May I ask you a question? - Sure.

If I am 100 percent out of line, I apologize beforehand.

(LIPS SMACKING) But, uh... (INHALES) ...I have been thinking about this

for so many months and I was just thinking...

something could happen and, uh... (CHUCKLES)

- ...I would've never gotten it said. - Well, what is it, Donna?

Would you be interested in seeing me socially?

- (SIGHS) Whoa! - Oh!

- I just dove off the deep end. - No, no...

I'm, um...

I'm interested in somebody, Donna.

I see.

(SCOFFS) I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

Not at all. I'm very flattered that you would be interested.

I'd hope you'd keep me posted if your situation changed.

I'm not expecting any changes, Donna.

- I understand. - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Hey. - Hi.

- Excuse me. - DIANE: Sure.

Um. How'd it go with the reporter?

Good. It went good. You know, uh, I just had to talk to her about something.

- Oh, yeah? - ANDY: (CLEARS THROAT) Look, uh,

tonight turns out to be not good for Sylvia.

- Oh, okay. - She's all piled under with work.

- Sure. No problem, Andy. - We'll do it another time, huh?

DIANE: Sure. Good night.

- (CLEARS THROAT) Well... - Hmm.

- I gotta have dinner anyways. - (SCOFFS)

You know, me too.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- So, are you gonna see James? - BOBBY: Oh, yeah, in a bit.

- I want to report a backstabbing. - What?

A newspaper reporter calls and wants to know

why I'm giving a free pass to a cop shooter

for the sake of a separate investigation of the Corrections Department.

- You people didn't leave anything out. - It didn't come from this office.

All right, lieutenant. You wanted Stackhouse charged?

- He's charged, attempted murder. - You locked him up?

Five thousand man-hours worth of criminal investigation down the toilet.

BOBBY: Yeah, well, maybe that's where it belonged.

See, I hear Stackhouse was playing you like a fish.

Was it you, detective? Did you give it to her?

Maury, you got the respect of every cop in this city.

- What do you hear about Martinez? - I'm going to see him now.

- Good night. - Good night.

MAURY: I'm gonna go home, have two shots of scotch

and consider the bright vista of my career.

This is not coming back. It's not coming back. It's...

I... I still got the numbness.

James, don't you want to call your parents?

I think it could help to have your family with you.

No, I... I don't know how I'm gonna tell 'em this.

They already lost my brother.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - Everybody decent?

- ADRIENNE: Hello. - JAMES: Hi, Greg.

- GREG: How you doin'? - What's cooking?

(GRUNTS) You know, there's... there's some back and forth on the,

uh, one of the perps, uh, na... nature of the charges.

It's not something you should worry about. (CHUCKLES)

Mm-hmm. They said the other guy's gonna be okay, the other perp?

- Yeah, yeah. (SCOFFS) Hooray for him. - ADIRENNE: Oh, yeah.

James, I'm gonna go home.

Yeah, I guess Maurice is going crazy, huh?

- I'll stop by in the morning. Okay? - All right. Thanks, Adrienne for...

Yeah, I'm gonna have a good thought for you.

- See you tomorrow. - So long, Adrienne.

So, huh?

- Yeah. - (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

GREG: What, is the TV busted?

Yeah, said they're coming by to fix it.

The feeling is not coming back, Greg.

- No, huh? - JAMES: No. I'm afraid here.

I'm... I'm afraid, you know, I'm gonna wind up a cripple.

- GREG: Hey, hey. - I already lost my brother.

Don't worry. You're good, you're good. You're gonna be good.

- (SIGHS) - Hey, how's it going in here?

- GREG: Okay, I guess, doc. - Listen, I just wanted to say you

I appreciate you helping me out this morning.

It's our pleasure, detective. You take care of us pretty good too.

A... actually, uh, doc, uh, Jam... James does have some concerns.

- This isn't my neurologist, Greg. - GREG: Yeah, well...

What are your concerns, James?

You know, with my, uh, feeling not being back, truthfully.

DR. MONDZAC: When was your neurologist in last?

JAMES: He's supposed to be by soon, I guess.

Listen, James, I know you're worried, but I want you to understand

that after trauma, it is very hard to monitor our own

nervous sensations precisely, so don't worry.

Yeah.

- Hi. - JAMES: All right. Here we go.

- Hey, doc. - DR. KRESSELL: How you doing?

Uh. Well, I'm concerned, naturally. I'm getting more and more worried.

Okay, well, I tell you what. Let's do another test.

Yeah, yeah.

Whoa! I... I... I felt that one!

- DR. KRESSELL: How about here? - Yeah! Yeah, I... I felt that one too.

Is that the area I haven't felt anything in?

- Yeah, that's the area. - Th... that's a positive sign, right, doc?

Yeah, it doesn't get much more positive than that.

- (CHUCKLES) - DR. MONDZAC: It's the green Jell-O.

- I keep telling people. - Yeah!

- I'll look in on you in the morning. - (GREG CHUCKLES)

- JAMES: Okay, doc. - Uh. And I'll see you in about an hour.

I look forward to it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- How about that, huh, James? Huh? - JAMES: Yeah.

- GREG: Yeah. - Hey, grab me the phone.

- I want to call my folks. - GREG: Yes.

- Yeah, right. Now we're cooking, huh? - JAMES: Yeah.

Here we go.

- What's the number? - It's, uh, seven, two, three...

Okay, wait. Nine first.

(SIGHS)

- ANDY: Hey. - Hi.

I think I could probably throw something together tomorrow night

for Bobby and Diane.

Just let it wait.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- I'm sorry, Andy. I was just out of sorts. - ANDY: Don't worry about it.

Maury Abrams told me you guys really did a number on him.

Abrams knew he was wrong.

What he was trying to do there... (MUNCHES)

...he knew that was wrong. Hi.

(EXHALES)

- Andy, I'm late. - (SIGHS) For what?

I'm late. My period.

You're late?

How late are you?

Two weeks.

Two weeks, huh?

That's late.

That is.

Geez, it was just that one incident...

our country weekend.

I think maybe I'll take a test.

You gonna take it right now?

Maybe in the morning.

Wait till the morning maybe...

probably.

Yeah, this was about all you could do if you didn't want to run with a gang.

How'd you learn about 'em?

I was, like, 13, and there was this old fighter

named Patsy Ferrara. He taught me about 'em.

There's a lot of tough guys that had birds.

(CHUCKLES)

Go on.

Every once in a while you realize how beautiful they are.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BOBBY CLICKING TONGUE)

- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - (BOBBY CHUCKLES)

- (HORN BLARING) - BOBBY: Yeah. (SNIFFS)

BOBBY: I don't know. I can't figure anything

that Sylvia could've cooked that would've turned out as good as this.

DIANE: (LAUGHS) I'm glad it happened.

You know, Bobby, um...

I'm still a kid being sober and clean.

Yeah, well, I'm no adulthood expert myself.

You seem good, Diane.

Really. I mean, the last few months, I... I... I watched you all the time.

- Yeah? - Oh, yeah.

I'm happy. I am... real happy now.

That reporter that you, um... (CLEARS THROAT)

- ...that you sicced on Abrams. - Yeah?

DIANE: She didn't seem a hundred percent focused on business.

You observed all that just from being out there?

I'm a detective, huh?

- (CHUCKLES) - DIANE: Waiting for an answer.

We dated a few times.

Is that why you gave her the story?

She's a cutthroat.

And I figured even if she did owe somebody any favors in the DA's office,

she would've sold them out in a heartbeat.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

So I've got a clear field here?

All clear.

You ready for me?

Yeah.

I'm ready.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDING)