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(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- GREG: This is eerie, huh? - Yeah.

This is the same floor James was on.

- I hope James doesn't overdo it today. - Yeah, first day back.

- Yeah. - I... I'll tell you, Adrienne, uh,

you know, uh, you visiting him as much as you did

- when he was at home... - Mm-hmm.

...with soup and what not. I... I...

I think that had a lot to do with James's speedy recovery.

- You think he got sick of me? - No, I... I meant as a morale booster.

- Hi, what do we got? - A guy stopped at a light.

Takes four 22s to the face, drives himself here and then walks in.

- (EXHALES) - FEMALE VOICE ON PA: Dr. Marks...

- Thanks. - FEMALE VOICE ON PA: ...extension 243.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - FEMALE VOICE ON PA: Dr. Marks...

Hi. I'm Detective Lesniak. This is Detective Medavoy.

And this is a lucky man.

- (EXHALES) - GOODMAN: Short of the need for dentures,

- Mr. Biaggi should make a full recovery. - (GROANS)

If he could write his answers, I'd rather he didn't talk.

Paul Biaggi, uh, do you know who did this to you, Mr. Biaggi?

Uh-uh. (GROANS)

- (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) - (GROANS)

GREG: "Not an enemy in the world."

Do you remember anything from the attack that might help us?

(SIREN WAILING)

(GROANS)

(MIMICS GUNSHOT)

One bullet lodged in his nasal cavity. One exited through his right cheek.

And two are actually

- embedded in the metalwork. - Well, he... he... he had braces?

No, his mouth had been wired to stabilize some mandibular fractures.

- He already had a broken jaw? - GOODMAN: Fortunately for him,

as things turned out.

We wired you up last Wednesday, wasn't it, Mr. Biaggi?

- (MUFFLED) Only last Wednesday. - How'd you get the busted jaw?

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

A man with a... a rake attacked you?

No. (GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

- He got hit with a baseball bat. - (GRUNTS)

Who hit you?

(EXHALES, GROANS)

- Not an enemy in the world. - PAUL: Yeah.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay. (SIGHS)

- Martinez! - Hey!

- BOBBY: Welcome back, man. - Thanks, Bobby.

- BOBBY: How you feeling, man? - I'm nervous, like a rookie.

- Nah, you're not walking like one. - ANDY: Hey, look who's back, huh?

Hey, Andy, thanks for that Terminator tape you sent over.

- Believe I'd never seen that? - (ANDY EXHALES)

Uh. I figured there's a guy that got shot, and he repaired himself automatically.

(EXHALES) It's given me something to aim at.

Hey, I already took one bogus check from this dude, man.

The check is good. My bank's around the corner.

Hey, besides, he owes me 500. This number here is a two.

Bobby, ain't that Silky, the pimp that helped us with that

- McCabe thing last year? - Yeah.

- He agreed to what we said. You heard it. - I agreed to get my money back.

Mr. Kerbis said, "He'll make partial payments now."

Look the rest when I get paid. I can't give you what I don't have.

Andy, do you remember those rapes last spring...

where the perp used to ask to make a phone call to his wife?

- Yeah. - Check out this other guy here.

White male, gold hoop earring

two-tone backpack.

I'm gonna check in with the lieutenant, Bob.

Hey, James, take it easy today.

I'm gonna check which cheek he wants me to sit on.

- Yeah. - SILKY: He bounced a check

- on me once already. So why should I... - Sarge,

what's going on over there?

Simmons is on radio patrol. Black guy flags him down.

Says the other guy bounced a check on him last month.

ANDY: You want to look at this guy for rape?

Yeah.

Let me see if I can contact some of the victims.

I'll try to get him upstairs.

No... no way. I... I'm not taking this check.

That's not what we agreed.

- What's going on, Silky? - Hey, uh, detective.

- Simone. What's going on here? - SILKY: No. I...

I'll tell you, detective.

Uh. A few weeks ago, I'm... I'm having a little cash flow problem, you know.

'Cause... 'cause I'm out of the life.

So I decide to sell a few of my personal possessions.

Mm-hmm.

So I sold Mr. Kerbis here my video camera.

Mr. Kerbis's check bounced. He's agreed to make partial restitution.

Well, yeah, I told him I would pay him the rest within a few days.

So, uh, we're gonna have to keep Mr. Kerbis here

until this check clears, right?

- Right. - I... I got a job to go to.

- What's your first name? - Julian.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Julian. Why don't you come upstairs

and wait with me until Silky here cashes your check?

You will call, right, Silky?

Uh. Yeah, absolutely.

Come on, Julian.

Hey... hey, detective, I'm... I'm gonna spread the word.

This department goes to bat for everybody.

Look, I forgot to enter another check. I wound up overdrawn.

Hey, the only perfect guy I heard about died 2,000 years ago.

So, what's the big deal? Business slow for you people?

BOBBY: (CHUCKLES) What's your address, Julian?

579 West Broadway.

- What do you need that for? - It's department paperwork.

You know, every time I deal with somebody now

I gotta account for my time.

BOBBY: Have a seat right here.

DIANE: Uh. It's Detective Russell...

Can I, uh, get you some coffee or something?

Uh. Uh. Can I call my job?

Absolutely. Absolutely. Donna, good morning.

- Can Mr. Kerbis here use your phone? - DONNA: Sure.

JULIAN: Thanks.

- Where do you work? - Wall Street.

Commodities desk, Merianthal and Greer.

Oh, high finance, huh? That stuff's all Greek to me.

It's just trading the rice to buy or sell a given product at a given price.

- See? You say it and it makes sense. - Commodities desk.

DIANE: Is Miss Stern in?

Yeah, it's Julian. Uh.

- ADRIENNE: Thanks, Donna. - JULIAN: I'm gonna be late.

I... I'll explain when I get in, okay?

Just have a seat until we hear from the bank.

You hear anything from our rape complainants?

She's working it too. No hit so far.

I got his address. I'm gonna run him through B.C.I.

ANDY: Mrs. Taylor, this is Detective Sipowicz...

- (EXHALES) - ANDY: ...from the 15th Squad.

Would you please give me a call when you get a chance? Thank you.

GREG: The guy who got shot's a regular Mother Teresa.

You know, loves everybody, no enemies, can't imagine who'd want to hurt him.

Meanwhile, last week, someone tried to brain him with a Louisville Slugger.

- No IDs on that one either? - No. Uh-huh.

Uniform did a preliminary. We'll re-canvass where he got shot.

GREG: We're gonna see if his wife's got any ideas.

She was at her mother's house.

- We'll talk to her this afternoon. - The guy's in construction.

We'll look into that. See maybe if he's hooked up.

Go talk to Mike Francis at O.C.I.D. on the mob angle.

Okay.

Hey, uh, should, uh, we use James on some of the phone work?

Okay. Sure.

GREG: It's good to have him back, huh? ARTHUR: Mm-hmm.

You know, that's the... the end result of, uh, Adrienne's soup.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(EXHALES)

ANDY: Would you please call me? Thank you.

- Detective Simone, Silky on line three. - Yeah, Silky.

BOBBY: Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Uh. Yeah. All right. No, I... I'll tell him myself.

Check clear?

Two days, right, for the rest of it?

Okay.

- Don't grab my receiver without asking me. - I'm sorry.

All right?

(EXHALES) Listen, Julian...

uh... (EXHALES) ...let me be candid with you here.

You know, we're working on this gas station robbery.

Well, you fit the description.

- (CHUCKLES) Are you kidding me? - BOBBY: Yeah.

Look, my sense of you,

and my first impressions on people are usually right on,

is that you're a decent, hardworking guy, right?

If you can spare us just another hour...

- (JULIAN SIGHS) - ...we can straighten

- this whole thing out. - This is crazy.

BOBBY: Yeah, I know.

You stand in a lineup, and we won't have to bother you anymore.

Detective Russell?

- A lineup? - DIANE: Yeah, Detective Russell.

What happened?

You want to keep me here, I want a lawyer.

Whoa, whoa, Julian... Julian, come on now.

Now, I... I'm... I'm asking you this for your own convenience.

I'm serious. This is probably total mistaken identity here.

ANDY: Julian...

Bobby, guy's gotta make a living. We'll show this to the gas station guy.

We probably won't have to bother you no more.

- Excuse me. - DIANE: Uh. Okay, listen, uh,

can you wait for me?

- I think he's distressed. - DIANE: Mm-hmm.

- DIANE: I'll be right there. - I like this guy.

I'm on my way.

- No hits on those calls. I left messages. - BOBBY: All right.

- I've got a family situation. - Somebody sick?

I'll explain later. Would you tell the lieutenant?

- Yeah, sure. - Okay.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, go ahead. Go to your sister's. See if I care.

- Dad. - He hit me, Diane.

Because you're stupid! Because you don't think!

Couple of months, the dog is gonna be...

- DIANE: Dad... - ...walking you!

- ...knock it off! - He hit her.

- (SIGHS) - Two good shots.

- She wants to stay at Aunt Ruthie's. - Diane.

One second. Does the, uh, bar owner have a beef?

Yes, his place got emptied when Dad started chasing her.

- I think some glasses got broken. - Diane...

Stay with Mom. Stay with Mom for a minute.

- Divagno? - Yeah, I called you.

If I can make it right with the bar owner,

can we make the assault go away?

Yeah, I think, uh, the magic number's 200 dollars.

- Okay. - The guy's, uh, name is Carr.

- Great. - You know,

you oughta get your dad some help.

I'm gonna. Absolutely.

Mr. Carr, I'm, uh, Detective Russell. I'm their daughter.

I don't care who they're related to.

They cleared my joint and broke some expensive glasses.

How much damage you figure you sustained?

I don't know. Several hundred dollars. (EXHALES)

- Would, uh, 200 make it right? - You talking cash here?

DIANE: Yeah.

And, um, I'll owe you a favor.

How's that?

- Yeah. (EXHALES) - There you go.

- Yeah, all right. - Thanks.

Yeah, he's all right.

- You got the rest of it? - DIANE: Mm-hmm.

- You want us to stay? - No. No, thanks. Thanks a lot.

- DIVAGNO: You're welcome. - I'll be right there.

Give me a minute.

- I got it. - Yeah.

- Thanks. - No problem.

- Dad... - Look, she pissed me off,

so I came down here for a drink.

And she calls the other one, and they follow me down here.

Like I really wanted their company. It was a secret invitation.

I'm not gonna take this anymore.

- PETE: Go to Ruthie's! - DIANE: Mind him none, Mom.

- Go to Ruthie's! - Dad...

if you touch Mom again,

you're gonna get locked up, if I have to do it myself.

(BREATHES HEAVILY) Diane...

she subscribes to magazines 'cause she thinks

- that she's gonna win a million dollars. - (SIGHS)

Seventy-eight dollars' worth of subscriptions!

- Did you hear what I said? - So I slapped her once.

- That's once too many. - You slapped her twice.

Oh, another county heard from.

- Hey, where'd you learn that... - DIANE: Hey, Dad...

- keen eyesight... - DIANE: Hey, Dad...

- at Radio Barn? - Shut up, Dad!

- Five eighty-five an hour, huh? - Dad!

I want you to stay at my place until my shift's over.

Look, don't talk to me like a child.

You're the only one that had an ounce of common sense.

I want you to stay there.

And if I call and you don't pick up,

I'm gonna send a radio car looking for you.

(SCOFFS)

(SIGHS) Take him to my place, all right? He's okay.

- Come on. I'll drive you home. - I was worried about him.

- I know. - That's the reason I called Doug.

- It's okay. - DOROTHY: It's...

- It takes two to make a disagreement! - DIANE: Dad!

- Enough! - That's all I'm gonna say further.

Come on, Dad. I'll take you over there.

You sure you won't lose your position?

I mean, they won't replace you with a broom?

Just get in the damn car.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

In public?

Did you do it on anybody?

ANDY: Hold it.

They got some tea down there? That tea seemed to help.

(SIGHS) All right, look, uh, don't get angry with me, Sylvia.

I'm gonna inquire should you go home.

(SIGHS) I was only asking you, Sylvia.

All right, listen, uh...

I'll talk to you later. I... I hope you feel better.

Yeah, bye.

(CLEAR THROAT) Sylvia's sick at her stomach.

Yeah, huh?

The address that Kerbis gave, that was a mail drop.

Uh. Yes, this is Detective Simone from the 15th Squad.

Miss Williams, if you can please call at your earliest convenience.

This is in connection with your case.

(CLEARS THROAT) Hey, Lesniak, can I talk to you a second?

(EXHALES)

- You're working that Biaggi case, huh? - Mm-hmm.

We, uh, we just zeroed on a canvass.

This, uh, ex-con that I helped out called about a half hour ago.

- He's got something on that. - Is he coming in?

Uh. The guy's a little hinky. I... I'll probably meet him outside.

But I'll let you know what he's got.

- GREG: Okay. Thanks, Andy. - ANDY: Yeah.

- The sarge sent this up, Bobby. - Hey...

I had the F.A.T.N. operator run that guy through Motor Vehicles.

- Kerbis? - BOBBY: Yeah.

The B.C.I. kicked out a voided arrest on this guy.

So we're having the cop who filled out the 61 to come up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Uh. What's going on with this family situation?

My dad was doing some interior decoration on Joe's Bar.

- Oh, yeah? - DIANE: Yeah. It was round two

after he knocked my mom around at home.

- Is she okay? - I gotta get him some counseling.

(CLEARS THROAT) Any charges on the bar?

Uh. That went away.

Detective Sipowicz? Sarge says, "There's a Bruce Krieger downstairs."

Yeah, tell him I'll be right down.

DONNA: He says he'll be right down, sarge.

Your situation all right?

Yeah. Thanks, Andy.

Hey, Andy, you sure you don't mind walkin'?

I still get a little uptight being in police stations.

No, let's walk.

You know anything about this guy Paul Biaggi getting shot?

Yeah, it's our case. Why? You know something?

I know this broad.

Ends up she's the guy's wife.

A couple weeks ago, she gives me a call.

She says her husband's in the hospital.

When he gets out, she wants me to run the guy over.

You know, take him out.

She knows I did some time.

I guess, she figures that makes me a killer.

I'm doing okay with the towing business, Andy.

I told her to get lost. I even changed my telephone number.

PEDESTRIAN: I will see you in about half an hour, all right?

Then I heard he got shot. I figured I should talk to you.

Yeah.

You think you could arrange another meet?

- She's right there. - Thanks.

- Hey, Dougie. - Hey.

- How's Dad? - He'll be okay for a while.

He discovered your cable gets two different ESPNs, so...

Yeah. Come here.

Dad understands he's gotta stay at my place tonight?

I think he's planning to talk you out of that.

No, he's not gonna talk me out of it.

(SIGHS) Maybe Mom should go to Aunt Ruthie's for a while.

I should get back to work, before they replace me with a broom.

Oh, Dougie, you know how Daddy gets.

- Yeah, I know. - DIANE: And I'm not excusing him.

I... I'm just saying try not to let him hurt you.

Di, you're the family success story.

And you're the sweetest guy I've ever met. You deserve to be happy.

All you need is to start believing in yourself.

(EXHALES)

Thanks.

I'll stay with Mom tonight.

Okay.

- See you, Di. - See you, Dougie.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

She wanted him run over?

Yeah, it's probably her had him bopped with the ball bat and shot.

Andy says his tow truck guy's willing to wear a wire on the wife.

He met with her before in the diner about a half a block

down from their crime scene.

James, you want to contact Intelligence,

set it up for somebody to wire this guy?

I'll tell you, I was thinking I'd call it a day.

Okay. No problem.

Intelligence sometimes gives you such a runaround.

Yeah.

You can be half an hour with those people on... on the simplest matter.

Yeah. Actually, I'm... I'm not feeling that great.

- Your legs giving you a problem? - No, I've got total feeling.

No numbness. I'm just, uh... I'm a little tired, all right?

Greg, why don't you run James home?

Yeah, sure. Oh, uh, Adrienne, you want to do that?

Why don't I call TARU about the wire?

Okay. Sure. Uh. Come on, James. Medavoy's Livery.

Yeah, I hate to fade like this.

I remember how tough Andy was when he got shot.

Where I got shot, I had a lot more padding.

- (CHUCKLES) - Take it easy.

(CHUCKLES) Good night, James.

Night, Adrienne. I'm gonna warm up some of that soup.

BOBBY: Hey, guys.

Andy, you know that cop voided the arrest on Kerbis?

- Did you talk to him? - BOBBY: Yeah.

The cop says Kerbis rings a doorbell from this woman's apartment,

says he's got a delivery.

So the woman's looking through the peephole.

She gets this really weird vibe.

So she tells him, "No, no, no, I'm sorry. I gotta get dressed."

Meanwhile, she's dialing 911. Kerbis is standing there.

He starts getting nervous. He books from the building.

The cops grab him on the street.

- Nothing to charge him with. - Well, they roughed him up a little.

So, they filed a voided arrest form for our records.

in case he turned around and sued.

Guy could be live for those rapes.

If one of these women would call back.

DIANE: Put the coffee grounds in the filter,

pour the water in the machine, and then you push the button.

Do it now, Daddy. Just do a practice run. Then you won't worry all night.

Okay. (SIGHS) Beep me if it doesn't work. Bye.

- (TELEPHONE BEEPING) - (DIANE SIGHS)

Everything he should be thinking about,

his biggest worry is how he's gonna get his coffee in the morning.

My dad was that way too.

You break his routine, he's like a fish flapping on the pier.

You think I should be over there?

Nah. I don't know the situation, Diane.

I should be.

I sat outside my building 20 minutes and... (SIGHS)

It just gets me so crazy how he is with us.

Hey, you gotta take care of yourself too.

I take care of myself pretty good.

My brother... (INHALES)

...he stops there every day, before work and after,

and just takes my dad's abuse. I...

- (PAGER BEEPING) - (SIGHS)

(PAGER STOPS BEEPING)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

Hi, Daddy.

Did you push the button?

Left side of the machine.

Okay? There you go.

Daddy, I'm gonna check with those referrals I gave you

ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and I want to hear that you called.

(INHALES) Yeah. And then you can go home.

Uh. No, I'm gonna stay here at my girlfriend's.

She's still worried about this prowler.

Me too. (SIGHS)

Daddy, use this time to think, all right?

Okay. Good night.

(TELEPHONE BEEPING)

He doesn't abuse me. I'm... (INHALES)

...I'm his precious one. (EXHALES)

It's like I'm his accomplice while he makes my mom

- and my brother miserable. - (SHUSHES)

- (EXHALES) - (SHUSHES)

(SIGHS)

Make love to me.

Okay? Just make love to me.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- VINCE: Dust along the wall, will ya? - Sure.

- Hi. - Morning, Vince.

(EXHALES) Rape-homicide. No forced entry. Victim's name, Andrea Lavine.

Boyfriend found her. Michael Barnett. Lives in Queens.

What do we think of this boyfriend?

Seems pretty torn up. He's in the bedroom.

All right, go get some sleep, Vince. Okay. We're outta here.

MALE VOICE 1: Okay, let's go.

This is manual strangulation. See, there's no ligature marks here.

- (SIREN WAILING) - Uh-huh.

- MALE VOICE 1: Keep that clear. - MALE VOICE 2: Okay, gotcha.

Mm.

She put up some fight. (INHALES) All her nails are broken.

Well, let's hear this boyfriend.

I'll, um... I'll start interviewing the neighbors.

Hey.

Mr. Barnett, I'm Detective Simone. I know you're upset right now,

but I need to ask you some questions while your memory's still fresh.

She's dead because of me.

- Why would you say that, Michael? - Believe me.

When did you last see Andrea alive?

Two days ago. (INHALES)

But I talked to her last night around a quarter to nine.

While we were on the phone,

she said there was a delivery guy at the door.

He was at the door while you were talking to her?

Yeah. I... I told her to have him leave the package.

It just seemed too late for a delivery.

So, I heard her say could he leave it. He said that he needed her signature.

And he... and he also needed to use the phone to call his boss.

She said he seemed like he was all right.

But I said, "No, do not let him in." You know?

And, uh, and I had to get off 'cause I had to get to work. (INHALES)

I told her that I wanted to hear her tell him to come back tomorrow.

And once I heard that, then... then I... I had to get off.

- Right. Get off to work. - Yeah.

But I called her at 4:15 this morning to wake her up.

She's a nurse. She does the six to twos.

- (INHALES) - BOBBY: Mm-hmm.

And when I didn't get an answer, I drove over here.

(SIGHS) I'll bet the second she hung up the phone,

she went and opened the door to that guy.

I mean... (EXHALES) ...I got busy at work. I should've called back.

- Where do you work, Michael? - I'm a dispatcher.

Fulton's Car Service in Queens.

You got people over there who can verify where you were?

- MICHAEL: Yeah. - Bobby...

- (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE) - Come here.

All right. Hang tight for me.

That guy we were looking at for those rapes yesterday...

Kerbis.

I'm driving home last night.

I stopped at one of the complainants, Connie Williams.

- Yeah, she give up anything? - She wasn't home.

This here is the same apartment, same color building, one block over.

Maybe this asshole Kerbis got squirrelly from our roust,

looked to start shuttin' the witnesses up.

Well, he don't recognize it's the wrong woman?

If he didn't get a good look last spring.

Or when he sees she's wrong, his joint's up, he does her anyway.

- We oughta check out that building. - I'll take Russell.

ANDY: All right. It's 3-B, 515 Fifth Street.

- Connie Williams. - Hi, Andy.

We need to get a cop to bring over that Connie Williams case folder.

- Yeah, I'll meet you over there. - Right.

I want to look at this cop's 61.

- BOBBY: All right. - (CELLPHONE BEEPS)

(SIREN WAILING)

I had a bad feeling about this guy, and I let him walk.

There's nothing you could've done, Bobby. Hold that, please.

Thank you.

(EXHALES)

- CONNIE: Who is it? - Miss Williams, police.

Good morning. I'm Detective Simone. This is Detective Russell.

I got your message on my machine. What's developed on my case?

Well, that was in reference to someone that we had in custody yesterday,

- to see if you can make an ID. - MALE VOICE 3: Here you go.

- DIANE: Thank you. - Is he in custody now?

No, we had to release him.

DIANE: We'd like to show you some photos, see if you can make an ID.

- Can we come in? - Uh. Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

- (BOBBY CLEARS THROAT) - (DOOR CLOSING)

Here, look at these. (EXHALES)

Is he the man you had in custody yesterday?

How do you know that man, Miss Williams?

He's the man that raped me.

Uh. Miss Williams, uh, this man knows that we suspect him in your attack

and several others.

And we think that he may be looking for you.

He's the man you released?

Miss Williams, there was a homicide

earlier this morning, a block over from here,

and it had a number of similarities to your case.

Oh, my God. (EXHALES) Oh, my God.

What we'd like to do is set up here in your apartment.

You mean he was trying to kill me?

It could be coincidence. But we'd like to stay on the side of caution.

Yeah. Well, we think it would be a good idea for you to vacate

for a few days, Miss Williams. If we can set up a deta...

Do whatever you need to.

- Whatever you need to catch him. - (KNOCK ON DOOR)

- (GASPS) - Easy. That's... that's gonna be a cop.

It's Detective Sipowicz.

- Hey. - Hey.

- She ID'd him. - Yeah. Hi.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

Boy, I... I hope James has a better day today.

- I'd worried he'd overdo. - Yeah.

First day back. Uh. He pu... he pushed too hard.

Uh. You should've seen him go for that, uh, special Lesniak soup last night.

The minute he walked through the door. (CHUCKLES)

(INHALES) Greg, none of us wants James's coming back

to be any harder than it has to, right?

- Yeah. - And if he's coming back

and he's trying to get back into the swing of things,

and then he's disappointed... (INHALES)

...that could be a setback, don't you think?

Yeah.

Greg, James and I are friends.

That's what we're gonna be. We're not gonna be an item.

And I'd really be grateful if you could tell him this.

I... I thought you weren't seeing that doctor anymore.

That doesn't make any difference.

Adrienne, don't you think you should tell James this yourself?

Uh. M... Marie's and my marriage counselor says that,

uh, "Expressing unpopular feelings

"Is the key to successful communication with your partner."

Does your marriage counselor tell you what to do

when the other person won't listen?

(SCOFFS) Y... you don't think that something could develop, huh?

Down the road?

Greg, I'm gay.

- MRS. BIAGGI: Hi, sorry I'm late. - BRUCE: You got me sweatin', Mrs. Biaggi.

- Here we go. She's in. - BRUCE: Taking out your husband.

And now he gets shot. I didn't get one dime.

And now I can get jammed up in some kind of conspiracy thing.

I think I deserve a couple of grand just for how much I'm sweatin'.

MRS. BIAGGI: Nothing is gonna happen to you.

BRUCE: Now how do I know whoever you hired to shoot him,

they don't say I was in on the plan?

I'm an ex-con. They're gonna come looking for me.

Listen to me. Nobody is gonna say anything.

I got my boyfriend to do it, okay?

Do you think he's gonna let anything happen to me?

And besides, my idiot husband doesn't even want to prosecute.

He thinks it was random violence. He wants to forgive and forget.

Look, can't you just wait until he's dead?

I had someone recommended to me, a professional.

It's very difficult walking around knowing what I know.

I gotta think about my situation.

What about my situation? Do you know what it's like living with Paulie?

The man makes me physically ill.

- God, I hate him. - That marriage is in trouble.

- Excuse me, I gotta leave. - But you've had several boyfriends.

And now I have a girlfriend. Is that all right?

Yeah, of course. That... that's your prerogative.

Thank you.

I... I just don't know why you didn't tell James about this.

I shouldn't have to tell either one of you, should I, Greg?

I mean, no should be enough.

Yeah. I... I see. Uh.

- WAITRESS: Can I take your order now? - I take your point.

BRUCE: Yeah. I'll have...

BOBBY: Well, any information you could provide us with.

Well, if you think of anything that might be helpful. Okay, thank you.

Okay. (EXHALES) Aiello signed off on the plan.

The woman's already out of the apartment.

Okay, why don't you set it up? Do a four to twelve with Diane?

- ANDY: All right. - ARTHUR: Okay, so there's nothing

in this guy's pattern that shows him using a weapon?

- No. Mm-hmm. - How's your access?

We're in the bedroom, three steps away.

Soon as he lays hands on me, they'll take him.

Detective Russell?

Dad...

- It's a bad time? - Excuse me for a second.

- How you doing, guys? - How you doing?

- PETE: Good. - DIANE: We'll go in here.

All right?

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

How'd it go?

They got some lulus at that center, I want to tell you.

- Some real sick types. - Are you set up there, Daddy?

- Three times a week. - Good.

You caught me at a bad time. We gotta go out on a case.

Diane, I want to tell you something.

Striking your mom was wrong.

And getting crazy there at Joe's was wrong.

You're going through with that course, Daddy, or I'll get the charges reinstated.

I will go through the course. I will sit with all the lulus

because my daughter insists on it.

- Okay. - PETE: I'm so proud of you, Diane.

Detective Third Grade Diane Russell.

Solving murders, solving robberies

and straightening out her family squabbles.

(EXHALES)

I've gotta go, Dad. Maybe I can talk to you later, all right?

- Okay. - All right.

PETE: Did you talk to your mom yet?

Yes, she knows you're coming home tonight.

Uh. Did you talk to her about the subscriptions?

(LIPS SMACKING)

I talked to her about ways for the two of you to get along better.

Good. Good.

Why don't you go? I'll just pour myself a cup of coffee.

- Take your time. - PETE : A big part of her and me

getting along, Diane, is no new subscriptions.

(CUTLERY CLATTERING)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Hey, detectives, I can talk now.

- Good. - Yeah, that's great. (EXHALES)

Mr. Biaggi, I think we should talk in private.

No. This... this is my brother. I changed his diapers.

- Mike Biaggi, hello. - ADRIENNE: Hello.

- How're you doing? - Mr. Biaggi, um, it appears...

your wife is responsible for these incidents.

We believe you were shot at by her boyfriend.

What'd I tell you, Paulie? I told you she was trouble

from the first day you said you were gonna take her hand.

- It's impossible. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MRS. BIAGGI: Can't you just wait until he's dead?

I had someone recommended to me, a professional.

(TAPE REWINDING)

MRS. BIAGGI: Do you know what it's like to live with Paulie?

The man makes me physically ill. God, I hate him.

You hear that, Paulie? That's her in reference to you.

- I don't think that's Angela. - That is Angela!

We're gonna charge her with conspiracy to commit murder, Mr. Biaggi.

And we want you as corroborating complainant.

My wife and I, we love each other.

- She doesn't have no boyfriend. - This boyfriend you're talking about,

- would his name be Sal? - S... Sal Pentola?

- You know where I can find Sal? - Pentola Auto Parts, up by Shea Stadium.

This... this is not true! None of this!

You probably took that out of context.

But I ain't corroborating nothing.

(EXHALES) You put her in jail, I'm gonna bail her out.

You post the bail, Paulie, I'll kill you!

(SOBBING) She's my wife, Mike. She's my wife.

(SOBS)

So, you gonna keep it like this?

No, I'm not gonna keep it like this. I'll take a shower.

It'll go right back to the way it was.

- Good. - (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

What? You don't like my hair straight?

- Hey, wait. - Huh?

I saw this before. They put ink in water, and this stuff makes it clear again. Look.

ANNOUNCER ON TV: Tar, blood and rust are gone in an instant...

- (CHUCKLES) - ANNOUNCER ON TV: You've got to see it

to believe it.

- You can change it. - ANNOUNCER ON TV: You'll become

a believer in the amazing...

OFFICER ON RADIO: 15th Squad, a guy in a uniform just entered the building.

15th Squad. ten-four, okay?

ANNOUNCER ON TV: But we have some of the worst here.

There's a bottle of ink. I've got that already.

(INTERCOM BUZZING) There's some iodine. Now, that...

- Yeah? - JULIAN: Federal delivery.

I... I got a delivery for Connie Williams.

- Okay, three-B. - Fifteen Special.

Okay, this is our guy. Everybody take positions.

OFFICER ON RADIO: Ten-four. 15th squad.

- Be careful. - DIANE: Mm-hmm.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR) - JULIAN: Federal delivery.

Yeah, can you leave it, or do I have to sign?

JULIAN: A... actually, you gotta sign for it, ma'am.

Okay.

This better be my slippers.

I don't know what's in the package.

- Do you have a pen? - It's right on top of the clipboard.

DIANE: Yeah. I see it.

It looks like I'm your first delivery, huh?

- (GASPS) - You don't remember me...

- (DIANE GROANS) - ...from last night?

(BOBBY GRUNTS)

- You want to lay hands on somebody? - (JULIAN GROANING)

Lay hands on me! Lay hands on me!

- ANDY: Bobby... - Come on! Lay hands on me!

- (GRUNTS) - Okay, you take it easy.

- Why don't you shut up, Kerbis? - (JULIAN GROANS)

- Yeah. - ANDY: This is hard to believe

but right now, I'm the best friend you got.

So, you better stay real close to me.

What did I do? What did I do?

- (GROANS) - Do not say, "What did I do?" anymore!

- Bobby. - BOBBY: Son of a bitch!

I got nothing to say to you, guys.

You don't want to cooperate with us? No problem.

We just want to let you know what that means. Sit down.

- Thanks. But I know what the law is. - Oh, you know what the law is?

So, then you know that that burglary and assault, that's a done deal.

That's a felony, Julian. You're looking at five years, just for that.

(SCOFFS) I had a reason for being there, which I'll explain to my lawyer.

That's the burglary and assault at Connie Williams's apartment today.

This is the Connie Williams that got raped in that same apartment six months ago.

This is the Connie Williams who is now coming back into town from Michigan,

rushing back so that she can ID you, Julian.

- That's another 15 years for her rape. - Yeah. I didn't rape anybody.

Then there's the big one, Kerbis. There's the homicide.

I didn't rape and I didn't kill anybody.

I said sit down! What are these scratches from, huh?

That woman in that wrong apartment give you those?

Any of this sound familiar, Kerbis, huh?

"Federal delivery." "I think I will take that package."

You remember anybody saying that to you last night?

This is a case of mistaken identity, just like your gas station robbery.

You know what the difference here is, Julian?

That woman that you raped and strangled last night?

The neighbor down the hall, she saw you go into that apartment.

BOBBY: She saw the whole thing.

How you knocked on the door. Then the woman wouldn't let you in.

Then you tried to leave. And then she called you back.

She saw you, Kerbis.

And this neighbor, she's a very happy woman right now.

You know why? She watched O.J. every day.

She's been practicing her witness skills. She's comin' in too.

Let me ask you something, Kerbis. (INHALES)

You're not stupid enough to think it was an accident...

that we were sitting on Connie Williams's apartment.

(INHALES) Do you think that we don't know what you're doing?

You figure we're on to you for those rapes,

so you are gonna try to eliminate these victims.

Starting with Connie Williams.

Except you go to the wrong damn apartment.

You are one block over. But you figure, "What the hell?

I'm here. I popped a chubby. I might as well rape

and kill this girl too."

And then you go home. You get a good night's sleep.

And you go back to get Williams.

And lo and behold, your dumb ass actually finds the right apartment!

Except she's not there! We're there!

Now, you take a minute, Julian.

Now, you think about how all this looks.

Uh. You, uh, you're wrong about this.

Hey, if there are extenuating circumstances here,

if you hadn't intended...

Listen! What I'm intending is to talk to a lawyer.

ANDY: Good.

You ask him if he wants to take your injection for you.

You got good veins there, Kerbis?

Because when they're strapping your ass down,

trying to tap for a good one, sometimes they got

to poke around three and four times.

And you're thinking to yourself, "Is that it? Is that it?"

-"Is that it?" - (GRUNTS)

(EXHALES, CLICKS TONGUE)

What do I have to do to take execution off the table?

You give us a statement, and I really like your chances.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING) - (BACKGROUND CHATTER)

Burnin', uh, the midnight oil, huh, James?

Yeah, I got all involved with the monthly statistics here.

How can we be down 22 percent in robberies and up 11 in burglaries?

GREG: Yeah, I don't know. (EXHALES)

I hear you made a collar.

Uh. The, uh, guy with the bullets in his teeth?

Yeah, it was the wife.

Yeah. She used her boyfriend to try to whack him. (INHALES)

I don't know how far it's gonna go through the system. Uh.

The husband don't want to cooperate.

Yeah, we catch 'em. We don't cook 'em. Right, Greg?

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Um...

Listen, uh, I had occasion to, uh, speak with Adrienne...

on the subject of the two of you.

Is that right?

(SIGHS) Adrienne wants to be your friend, James,

which she feels she's failed to convey.

My friend?

You know what that means when a girl says that?

Yeah. I mean, if you go to dinner, you go Dutch.

(CHUCKLES)

She told you to tell me this?

Hey, a guy your age, your charisma...

I... I... I'd pay a month's salary to have your prospects...

th... the minute your availability is known.

Geez, I thought she was warming up towards me.

(INHALES, EXHALES)

Um... (EXHALES)

Adrienne has made a change, James,

in... in... in... in terms of her preferences.

Yeah, away from me.

(EXHALES) And towards women.

Get outta here!

Which is absolutely her prerogative, you know?

- But I gotta say, I... I'm shocked. - She told you this straight out?

- Right in the surveillance van. - Wow.

- Why didn't she tell me? - GREG: (EXHALES) Yeah.

Sh... she more or less blurted it out.

And I... I... I... I think her position on it was, uh,

she felt she shouldn't have to tell anybody.

But, uh, you know, uh, sh... she was... she was getting exasperated, uh,

because her... her "no" wasn't being heard.

Wow.

- Hey. - MALE VOICE 4: Hey.

- JAMES: Good night, Adrienne. - Good night, James.

Hey, I, uh, I talked to Greg. And, uh, he relayed your message to me.

You're gay now, huh?

(INHALES) I just always liked you as a friend, James.

Yeah. Well, I... I hope you're happy.

I hope you are too.

Is, uh, she someone I know?

- Good night, James. - Yeah, good night.

PETE: That was good coffee and good brownies, Dot.

He went to that course.

Hope it'll help him.

Mom, you have to think about yourself too.

If you feel like you should go to Aunt Ruthie's,

then you absolutely should.

I'm hoping this'll help.

I told them at the course, uh, we're gonna be married 36 years.

Yeah, 36 years April.

Yeah, must be doing something right.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Look at those bottles.

She leaves 'em over here by the door so that she don't forget.

Hauls 40 of 'em down there to a machine, pays her a buck.

- It's for the ecology too. - I think that's good.

Hey, I'm saying I think it's great.

- Huh? There he is. - (DOOR CLOSING)

"The Boom Box Mogul."

- Hey, Dougie. - Hey, Di.

- I made brownies, Dougie. - Yeah.

Why don't you go in and, uh, have a brownie, and then come out here

and tell us what you know about the world of answering machines?

(INHALES) Dottie, you got my beer bottles in there.

It's better than just throwing 'em away. (CHUCKLES)

The machine doesn't take beer bottles.

So she hauls them down there for nothing.

The homeless people take 'em to another recycling place.

The homeless people are thieves and junkies.

If they don't turn those bottles in for drug money, they use 'em for weapons.

Isn't that right, Diane?

Are not most of the homeless people criminals?

Daddy, why don't you just let Mom take the bottles where she wants?

Yeah, you're right. She can do anything she wants.

Hey, take all the bottles down there. Get your 50 cents.

Hey, I know.

Why don't you take the homeless all these friggin' magazines

you subscribe to, and maybe they can read 'em?

- Dad! - PETE: Gourmet magazine. Oh, yeah.

- Dorothy Russell, gourmet chef. - (GROANS) Daddy, shut up!

He's just tryin' to make a joke.

(INHALES) Yeah, God made a joke.

(CHUCKLES) Made a couple of 'em.

I have to go. I gotta go now. (SNIFFLES)

What did I say?

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

Hi.

What's going on?

Oh.

I've had two beers.

I'm about to go to boilermakers.

And I want to stop.

Let's get out of here then.

- You straight with this bartender? - Yeah.

Come on.

Should you, uh, call Andy? Uh.

(LIPS SMACKING)

I called who I wanted to call.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONCLUDING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDING)