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(FUNKY RETRO MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES)

COP: Let the traffic through. Let the traffic through.

- ANDY: What do we got? - DOA is Anthony Garret.

Neighborhood skell. He was half a pimp.

- Street name was Tricky. - BOBBY: Got any witnesses?

Neighbor who called it in heard shots. Went over to the window.

Saw a white guy run out of the Laundromat.

Then she said a minute later, this girl comes out.

Looks like she's sleepwalking. We picked her up a couple blocks away.

- Says she didn't see a thing. - Did she give you her name?

Holly Snyder.

- DIANE: All right. - BOBBY: Andy.

This girl looks like the one, uh, that stood up in the ATM case.

DIANE: Let's take a look over here.

- ANDY: Hey, Holly. - Yeah? What?

- Detective Sipowicz. You remember me? - Hi.

- What happened here? - I don't know.

ANDY: Some guy got shot, Holly. You were seen leaving.

I didn't kill anybody.

- I think you know what happened. - I don't know what happened.

Okay. Come on with us.

- I don't know what happened. All right. - ANDY: Yeah, all right.

You don't know what happened.

- Let's go to the station house. - Can I get my laundry?

- Where is it? - One of these dryers.

DIANE: Looks like he's been living on the street.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- DIANE: So who's the girl? - BOBBY: She helped us out before.

Her uncle was pulling robbery-assaults at some ATM machines.

Turns out the guy was raping her since she was 12.

She was the one that gave him up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Guess they're not there.

- Holly, these them? - Yeah. There they are.

- She's screwed up now. - ANDY: Oh, yeah.

Would you get the Crime Scene guys in here?

Look at all the blood.

- DIANE: Come on. Let's go. - (PLASTIC BAG RUSTLES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC FADES)

(FUNKY UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES)

Can I get a drink? A soda or somethin'?

Yeah. We're gonna take care of that for you.

- Diane. Wanna run the interview with Andy? - Yeah. Thanks.

Oh, Detective Sipowicz!

Now?

- I'm talkin' to somebody. Maybe later. - Okay.

- JAMES: Hey, Bob. - What's doing, James.

- RONNIE: How's it going? - JAMES: Hey.

Ronnie Drucker. I'm assigned here startin' today.

- Name's Martinez. Nice to meet you. - Where's your PAA?

Donna? She's out today.

- Ah, I hear she's a babe. - Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Bobby, this is Ronnie Drucker. He just transferred into the squad.

- How's it going, Ronnie? - How's it going?

- Where you coming in from? - Vice. Public Morals.

- You know Rick Girelli? - Since before the flood.

Yeah. He's getting on in years there, huh?

- Yeah. - The lieutenant's in there

- with the zone commander. - Yeah?

Maybe gettin' the lowdown on my impending doom.

- JAMES: What do you mean? - There's a big IAB bug

- crawling up my shorts. - Oh, yeah?

Nothin' you guys need to worry about. Before those humps land me,

I'm landin' on this island.

Undamaged in tropical storm Marilyn. Little huts on the beach.

Bring you a pie, some drinks right to your towel.

- That sounds good. - RONNIE: Yeah.

- ARTHUR: What's he going down for? - He's in bed with a Colombian woman.

Washes coke money, and they think she moves weight.

Left his wife over her.

The department wanted him out of Public Morals...

before they took him down.

They want you to let him catch, and you treat him like a normal transfer.

They don't think he knows he's hot?

Arthur, I'm just a messenger. The chief of "D"s laid him on me.

You're the man. I'm comin' to for help.

Lieutenant, just don't put him on somethin' that's gonna take long.

You're Drucker? Yes, sir.

Yeah, okay. Uh, Arthur Fancy. Our PAA's out sick.

Why don't you take her desk for now?

Am I catchin'?

- You're a detective, right? - What time is it?

(YAWNS)

- Big cloud over this guy's head. - Yeah, he was telling me.

Yeah, they want him catching cases. You keep an eye on him?

- Come on. - Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

I was doing my laundry. I got busy doing something,

and I didn't see what happened.

- So you didn't know Tricky? - I knew who he was.

I didn't know him personally.

Do you date guys, Holly? Is that how you earn your money?

- You mean, am I a prostitute? - Are you?

- (KNOCKING) - JAMES: Andy?

Someone just dropped a dime on that Laundromat homicide.

He said the guy you were looking for was named Howie.

"Howie shot Tricky in the Laundromat. Howie pulled the trigger."

- He hung up the phone. - All right. Thanks, James.

- Yeah, no problem. - Listen, James.

JAMES: Yeah?

- Upstairs John been cuttin' your hair? - Yeah, twice now.

- So you're, uh, pleased with it? - Oh, yeah.

- And the price is right too. - Yeah, he said he don't charge.

So he just... he just gives you a haircut?

Oh, yeah, yeah. That little room off Anti-crime.

- Yeah. - I think he does a nice job.

Yeah, yeah. Your hair looks good. All right, thanks.

JAMES: Okay.

Holly says she does date guys, but she wasn't working for Tricky.

You got men's clothing in your wash, Holly.

- Whose clothes is that? - I don't know.

Was it Howie's? Hmm? Was Howie in the Laundromat?

Holly, we're gonna grab Howie up,

and we're either gonna charge both of you on this homicide,

or you're gonna help us on what happened.

- Jerry's our friend. - Jerry?

And they had made a bet, and they had a disagreement.

- Then Jerry left. - Jerry and Tricky had a disagreement?

- Howie and Jerry. - What was it about?

Nothing. It was stupid.

So then Jerry left.

And then I guess Tricky walked by the Laundromat,

and saw us in there, and he must've come in blasting.

Jerry and Howie had a fight,

but Jerry don't have nothin' to do with the shooting?

- Right. - Jerry had already left.

But Tricky comes in blastin'. Why was he blastin'?

Howie had sold him some junk allegedly, and it was allegedly weak junk.

And Tricky was telling all kinds of people Howie's a dead man, and he had a gun.

And Howie heard it from so many people, finally, he got his own gun.

And that's what must've happened.

You're saying that Tricky came to kill Howie,

but Howie killed him instead?

- He must've. - Is that what you saw, Holly?

- I guess. - You did or you didn't, Holly?

(SIGHS)

I was sick. I went in the bathroom to get sick when Tricky was coming in.

So you didn't see the shooting, but you heard it?

- Where's Howie cop? - I don't want to get him involved.

It's already happened. Howie's involved.

Holly, we need you to pick out Howie for us.

When'd you fix last?

He cops outside that Greek place on Seventh.

All right. Let's go find him.

DIANE: Come on.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

She gave up a guy. We're gonna go pick him up.

All right. Andy, this is Ronnie Drucker. He just transferred in.

- Andy Sipowicz. - Hey.

How's it goin'? We're gonna go pick up a skell.

- You got 'em here too, huh? - I'm supposed to talk to a detective?

- Um... - I'm up.

You mind if I sit in with you on this?

- Not if that's what the boss wants. - James, Greg.

- You wanna help us grab a scab? - Yeah, sure.

I'm gonna work this with Ronnie.

- Detective Drucker. Detective Simone. - Hey.

The guy we wanna make a complaint about, his name is Markham.

He tried to molest my son Tommy.

- Let's talk in the interview room. - It's right down here to the right.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- BOBBY: Yeah. Just... - Sit here, Tommy.

- Got some fresh kicks there, Tommy. - (RONNIE CHUCKLES)

The guy's name is Louis Markham. 418 11th Street, 4-C.

Tell him about the robe.

He opened his robe when I was in his apartment,

and he was touching his privates.

How'd you come to be in there, Tommy?

Tommy picks up Markham's mail because the old man's got a bad back.

- He did it every day. - Mr. Gennero, let your son tell us.

I've been picking his mail up for about a year and a half now, I guess.

And has that happened before, what you said your neighbor did?

- No, I don't think so. - I got a serious mind to take after this

- fag with a ball bat! - Hey!

(RONNIE CLEARS THROAT)

When you say he was touchin' his privates,

you mean, like, he was playing with himself, Tommy?

You know that expression?

- He showed his thing, and then I ran out. - RONNIE: Did he try to touch you?

- No. - Did he ask you to do anything?

No. He just showed his thing.

RONNIE: How long were you in the apartment?

TOMMY: Not very long.

Tommy, could this have been, like, an accident,

you know, where his robe just popped open?

How could it be an accident? The guy shows his joint

and plays with himself.

He didn't say that he was playing with himself.

- Oh, yeah. I can see where this is goin'. - I don't think it was an accident.

Was he playing with himself, Tommy?

Because that makes it a whole different situation.

No.

Okay. There's a bench right outside.

You wanna go take a seat while we talk to your dad?

- Okay. - Okay.

Hey, thanks for coming in, Tommy. I know you didn't like talking about this.

What are you gonna do about this guy?

Well, what your son just told us isn't grounds for an arrest, Mr. Gennero.

What's that pervert gotta do,

lay hands on my kid before you guys do somethin'?

It's not clear what went on in that apartment.

And I think you realize that.

We can talk to this guy Markham, let him know we're aware of the situation.

- Think he's gonna confess? - I'm telling you what we can do.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Sometimes, just knowing that the police are aware, that has an effect.

What he oughta do is get out. Let him go molest some other kid.

- All right. Thanks for coming in. - You'll talk to this pervert now?

Yeah. That's the plan.

Take your son home, Mr. Gennero. This is a tough thing for him.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- What a hump. - BOBBY: Hmm.

You got the pedigree?

You wanna answer the beeper before we go?

Ah, she don't put a 911 in it, she's just callin' to piss in my ear.

It's my girlfriend... the broad that's gonna ruin me.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

We sit much longer, they're gonna know the corner's up.

HOLLY: He cops around one every day.

(MUSIC FADES)

You never got on your bus?

I got on. I met Howie in Raleigh-Durham.

After a while, we came back here.

- That's him. - Which?

- HOLLY: In the leather jacket. - DIANE: The guy in the light-colored cap,

and black leather jacket. He's coming at ya. Take him.

(FUNKY UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, come here.

- (SCREAMS) - HOWIE: Chill! Chill!

- I ain't holding, man! - Yeah? How about laundry, Howie?

- You doing any laundry? - I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about you doing laundry for the first time in six months.

- Some guy winds up dead. - I didn't have nothing to do with that.

Oh, there's a fresh concept, Howie. You weren't involved.

I wanna hear all about it down at the station house.

We'll transport him. Let's go, man.

(MUSIC FADES)

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(PAGER BEEPING)

There she goes. 911.

Colombian bombshell.

- MARKHAM: Who's there? - New York City detectives.

- What do you want? What's it about? - Can we talk to you inside, Mr. Markham?

- I don't know what it's about. - Can we come inside, sir?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Mr. Markham, we received a sexual complaint

concerning you and the boy who delivers your mail.

- What? - Your neighbor's son, Tommy Gennero,

- he says you exposed your privates to him. - I didn't do anything to that boy.

- Him and his father filed a complaint. - This is sickening. It's psychotic!

- RONNIE: So you deny the allegations? - Yes. I'd never do something like that.

Okay. That makes this an uncorroborated situation.

So we won't be goin' with the formal charges.

But I want you to know that we're aware with this situation, Mr. Markham.

We got a case open on it.

And you wanna stay out of contact with this boy.

- Oh, my God. - It's just a good idea,

Mr. Markham, whatever went on here.

That boy likes me. I've only been friendly to him.

Don't you talk about friendly, you sick son of a bitch!

- Get out of here, Mr. Gennero. - I know what you are,

and everyone else is gonna know!

- You oughta get your sick ass out! - You get out!

- All of you get out! - Go make a pass at somebody else's kid!

I'd never hurt a child.

- (PAGER BEEPING) - (MARIO SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Just, uh, keep your robe closed, all right? And get your own mail.

(MARIO SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

This is a two-way street here, Mr. Gennero.

MARIO: Meaning what?

Beeps me 911 again. I gotta see what's going on.

It means you leave that man alone too.

He shows his joint to my kid, and you threaten me?

Look, this man doesn't get around so good. It won't be hard staying away from him.

- MARIO: He should get out! - Did you hear what I just said to you?

Yeah, I heard what you said. Thanks for your tremendous help!

You mind taking a ride?

Well, you don't wanna give her a call, see what's goin' on?

I'd feel better going up there.

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(MUSIC FADES)

My girlfriend's out of her mind.

Is that why we drove up here to check on her mental state?

(CHUCKLES) She's hearing clicks on the phone.

- She thinks it's bugged. - Is it?

IAB scummers. I oughta throw a rock at 'em.

Well, why would they wanna bug a beauty parlor, I wonder?

Because they figure she's into other things.

Listen, Drucker, I'm sorry that you got all these problems, okay?

But I'm not too thrilled about getting dragged down here, all right?

That's an IAB tail over there,

and they're seeing me comin' out of the precinct too.

She runs an after-hours joint.

It gives bartenders a chance to catch a drink after work.

- So big deal. - Maybe lets a couple of dope dealers

- hang out in there? - See, that's racial prejudice on your part

just 'cause she's Colombian.

- Drucker, don't even go there. - All right.

I don't care who your girl is or where she's from.

You're dragging me down to some hot spot at the ass end of the Bronx

over here with an IAB tail. You're gonna put me in the jackpot.

I'm sorry.

She dials a 911 on my beeper. I thought they were dropping a hammer.

- Keep me out of your business. - All right. All right.

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(MUSIC FADES)

Here's what I got, Howie. I got Holly puts you in the Laundromat.

I got a lady across the street hears a gunshot from the Laundromat.

Crosses her apartment. Sees you runnin' out.

Now, those two witnesses, my job's over.

- The DA'll go to bat. - HOWIE: I ain't going down for this.

I didn't shoot nobody. You want a guy named...

Jerry Smithers, Smithson, something like that.

Mm-mmm. That's a loser, Howie. Don't give me Jerry. Jerry was gone.

Yeah, well, Jerry came back.

Jerry came back?

Tricky came in... the guy that got smoked.

- Dead Tricky, right. - Well, he came in all pissed off at me...

about some little misunderstanding we had a couple weeks ago.

- When you sold him the bad dope? - Yeah, but I didn't know it was a beat.

So I explained that to him. We were gettin' it straight.

Did you find 12 dollars on him?

Tell me your side.

I gave him 12 bucks to start making the money part all good.

- And then Jerry comes in with a gun. - Why?

'Cause he's an asshole. He's a crackhead. He was all tweaked out.

He capped Tricky.

Holly said you and Jerry were having a beef.

- Was he going for you? - (HOWIE SIGHS)

He could've been. You know, I don't know whether he was looking

to smoke me, Tricky or what.

- And Holly's in the bathroom? - HOWIE: Puking.

- Did she see Jerry come back? - Nah. She probably didn't see him.

But that's what happened, I swear to God.

If I spend time on this, Howie, and I find that you're pulling my pud,

I'm comin' back here and I'm gonna give you a smack

and I'm gonna hurt you with the DA. Now, is this a straight story?

Absolutely. Absolutely straight.

- All right. Give me an address. - Come on.

The guy'll know it came from me.

(SIGHS) Yeah, he might think ill of you, Howie.

Of course, he did try to murder you already.

908 14th, 3-A.

Jerry Smith-something.

(DOOR OPENS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Howie go? - No. Howie gave us Jerry.

He give us a place to look?

(SIGHS) I gotta talk to this girl. Then we'll grab the guy up.

- I'll do the file. - BOBBY: Yeah, great.

ANDY: How's it goin'?

(BOTTLES RATTLE)

I want off this guy, Lieu.

- What happened? - I just... I don't wanna work with him.

He puts me at a wrong spot, on duty, out of command.

- Out of command where? - His "goom" beeps him a 911.

We ride over to the Bronx. They got IAB set up on her place.

I mean, I know this guy two hours. I'll take care of this.

Don't hurt him, Lieu. Just take me off him.

I'm not gonna hurt the guy, Bobby. I'm gonna sit him down.

- ANDY: Hey, John. - Oh, ready, Detective?

I gotta talk to someone and pick somebody up.

Would you consider a possibility?

- Just put it in your hopper. - What?

Shorter, more layered, and blocked at the nape.

- I just want a regular haircut, John. - That would be a regular haircut...

- with the line raised in back. - I wouldn't be interested in that.

Fine. No problem.

- Just holler when you're ready. - Yeah, I'll find you.

Give me a second here.

- How you holdin' up? - Pretty achy.

Holly, could this Jerry have come back to that Laundromat...

after Tricky came in?

- I didn't see him come back. - How long were you in the bathroom?

A few minutes. I guess he could've come back.

That's what Howie's saying happened.

Jerry came back to shoot him. He shot Tricky instead.

I know Jerry was pissed off at Howie.

And you were in the bathroom long enough, Jerry might've come back in.

- Do you know where Jerry lives? - Somewhere on 14th.

- 908 14th. That's what Howie said. - Sounds right.

(SIGHS)

You take any aspirins or anything?

Would they give me some?

Yeah, they'll bring you some in.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Here's the five on that dicky waver, Lieu.

You're not gonna be catching anymore.

- What's the problem? - Other than the ones you brought with you?

Why? The bosses are ready to pull the plug on me?

- They want a stationary target? - Just do what I tell you to.

- Work your tours at your desk. - Or did Simone pitch a beef?

Conversation's over, Drucker. Work at your desk.

As long as I'm promoted to flowerpot,

can I take some lost time, go see my family?

- Where were you just now? - In the Bronx. My family's on Long Island.

Yeah. Go see your family.

- (PHONE RINGING) - 15th Squad. Yeah, this is Fancy.

(ARTHUR SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

What, do you get a gold star up here when you rat a guy out?

Nobody ratted you out, Ronnie.

I just didn't wanna work with you.

Oh. And you figured the boss would take that as a big endorsement?

Wait a minute.

First, you do some half-ass interview wanting to get to the Bronx.

No, no, no, no. There was nothing more I could do on that case.

We don't know who's zooming who, do we, Ronnie?

We don't know if the old guy was lying, or Gennero was looking to hurt him.

Then we ride up to the Bronx, and you don't think twice

about puttin' me in front of IAB's headlights?

I mean, did you save my life, and I don't remember?

Is that why it's okay for you to jam me up?

Hey, Ronnie, you want that brochure back?

No, you keep it. In a couple days, you get a Polaroid.

Me, right on that beach. I did what I could on that case.

I was okay at the job.

I guess if I knew you better, that'd strike me as sad.

I don't think that place looks so great, huh?

I don't think he does either, James.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(FUNKY RETRO MUSIC PLAYING)

DOA 816 11th street.

11th? Who's the DOA?

A guy named Markham. Found him hanging in his apartment.

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Hey, what happened here?

Looks like he tied an electrical cord to the knob,

ran it over the top of the door.

(MUSIC FADES)

- Did he leave a note? - No. Uh-uh.

That's his son in the kitchen.

He's the one who found him. Uh, Walter Markham.

- BOBBY: Get him down, huh? - Yeah.

Mr. Markham? I'm Detective Simone.

- I'm sorry for your loss. - I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Had your father tried something like this before?

He'd been depressed, though. He was getting treated for it.

Was that, like, chronic,

or was there something specific that had gotten him down?

He broke his back in 1991. Fell down a flight of stairs.

- He had a lot of problems from it. - Physical problems too?

He was in a lot of pain,

and he had some sexual difficulties from it.

He was seeing a woman from Albany, but that ended after the accident.

- Your dad was impotent? - Yes.

Why is that important?

All right, Mr. Markham. Let us square our part away

as quick as we can and let you take care of your dad.

Again, I'm sorry for your loss, sir.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (POLICE SIREN WAILING)

- MALE VOICE 1: I got him. I got him. - MALE VOICE 2: All right.

- MALE VOICE 2: Easy. - MALE VOICE 1: Yeah.

(SIRENS WAILING)

- MARIO: What happened in there? - What do you mean, Mr. Gennero?

- Did he leave a note or anything? - Come here.

- What's that to you? - Hey, the guy killed himself.

- He was a pervert wacko. - BOBBY: Mm-hmm.

You got a guilty conscience?

You worried about what he might've written on that note?

I got no guilty conscience. Maybe he had the guilty conscience.

You know, I'm getting a real bad feeling off you, Mr. Gennero.

- Hey, Tommy. - Get back upstairs.

What's the matter? You don't want me talking to your boy? Why's that?

You watch your tone of voice. Tommy, get back upstairs.

That old man, he was impotent, Mr. Gennero.

- He couldn't make advances on anybody. - My kid told me what happened.

Oh, yeah? Did he? Or did you tell him and then make him lie,

and then maybe throw in some new sneakers?

- MARIO: You're crazy! - What the hell's going on here? Huh?

Is there some kind of rent bounty on that old man's place?

You lookin' to earn off of that man?

- You keep away from me. - I'm gonna keep away from you,

'cause if I leaned on your boy, and found out that

you did file some kind of false report, you know what I could do?

I could maybe get you a 50-dollar fine. But let me tell you something Mr. Gennero.

If you used your boy to drive that old man over the edge,

if you made him lie so that you could work some kind of angle,

you ruined your boy's life, and I hope you burn in hell.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES)

I got about ten minutes.

Let's do it.

Try to relax, Detective. I did this all the time in the 27.

I never got a single complaint.

We're printing a guy, I wanna let him stew a little bit before the interview.

That, uh, layer or whatever you're talking about...

- Uh-huh. - That, uh, "nape at the block" thing.

- We're not doing' that, right? - No.

I'll bring in a magazine and show you what I had in mind.

Good. Let me take a look at that.

There's a photo piece about the head of Revlon.

- He has exactly your baldness pattern. - Hmm.

Detective, I hope that you will credit me

with a constructive reason for bringing something up.

- About what? - For whatever reason,

our paths have crossed on several occasions,

and I'd like to feel we have a certain simpatico.

To a point. Uh-huh.

At any rate, some gossip has been circulating about the...

sexual orientation of a female detective in your squad.

If it's accurate, I'm active in an organization

which could help her with various workplace transitions and adjustments.

But, uh, of course, I'm reluctant to bring up to her,

"A tale told round the campfire," so to speak.

- You heard Lesniak's a dyke. - I heard she's gay, yes.

And, uh, I'd like very much to reach out to her but only if it's appropriate.

Well, she said it to Detective Martinez.

I don't know if she submitted any exhibits.

And Detective Martinez told it to you directly?

Correct. Yes.

- (DOOR OPENS) - Hey, John.

- Oh, hi, Detective. - We got that guy printed, Andy.

- Yeah. How do I stand? - Well, your hair is even.

So it's more or less a natural stopping place.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

JOHN: Uh, I'll bring in a photo of that haircut for you.

Yeah, yeah. Maybe we'll take a shot at that "block at the nape" thing.

And, uh, thank you for your guidance in that other matter.

- Yeah, no problem. - GREG: On your hair, Andy,

I thought you came to a natural stopping place several years ago.

- ANDY: Yeah, very funny. - (LAUGHS)

GREG: Hey.

How do you wanna go to jail, Jerry? You wanna go inside with a big rep?

Cold-blooded assassin? Maybe some mafia hitman?

Give me a break! Mafia hitman?

He's just telling you how the DA can go with this, Jerry.

He can go with cold-blooded assassin 'cause you went back and got your gun.

I didn't even shoot who I was shooting at.

- How's that a cold-blooded assassin? - So this got out of hand?

- (SCOFFS) - In other words, this, uh, Anthony Garret,

- you weren't after him at all? - That's what I'm saying.

- GREG: You had no premeditation? - I was shooting at the other guy!

Oh, that's not exactly a cold-blooded assassination.

My only point, you know, he went back and got his gun.

Uh, that's the appearance they're gonna get.

- JAMES: Yeah. - Listen. Listen to this.

The guy sells beat dope. He's a welsher.

- Tricky? - No, no.

Howie loses ten bucks to me, and then welshes right in my face.

You two had a bet?

She didn't last four minutes, and he won't pay the money.

I mean, she's supposed to stay in there for, like, 15 minutes, right?

I mean, whatever the length of 20 cents is.

She only lasts, like, about three or four minutes.

- Who's this? - The blonde... Doris.

- Holly? - Holly. Yeah.

You know he made her get in that dryer?

You think that's fun for her? I mean, those things are hot,

and you get dizzy.

- I knew she couldn't stay in there. - So you bet against a full cycle.

The guy's an asshole. She didn't last five minutes.

- And he beat you on the bet. - Whoa, whoa. He didn't beat me.

I beat him. She lasts about three minutes, and then he welshes.

Yeah. He welshed on the bet.

I was on my way to Huron when I saw Tricky.

That's the rooming house, the Huron?

He was after Howie for, like, two weeks after burning on some smack.

I mean, that's more proof of what the guy's like.

- He sells bad smack. - So I told him where he was.

You told Tricky where Howie was?

(CHUCKLES) Then I went back to see what happened.

And this was after you got your own gun?

And Tricky had his own gun, and I figured he was gonna shoot him.

That he'd shoot Howie?

(CHUCKLES) But he was in there like a pussy. He wasn't doing anything.

But you took care of that, right, Jerry?

You think this is the first time that guy welshes on me?

- That's like the fifth or sixth time. - No. Well, you were provoked.

Yeah. Provoked.

I mean, what's the point? No way you're gonna make him

- responsible for the suicide. - There's no case.

Come down on the kid so you can charge the asshole father

with a false report? It's nuts.

(METAL THUDS)

- We ran through that interview. - I never saw you run through an interview.

We ran through that one. It was the last thing that old man needed.

- It was Drucker's interview. - Yeah.

- (KNOCKING) - After you.

- How's it going, Bobby? - Careful, or I'll tell you.

CLIFFORD: Monkey's coming off your back, Arthur.

IAB tail made Drucker emptying his safe deposit box a couple hours ago.

He's ready to book.

- They're ready to move on him. - They tell you when?

They don't set their watches with me, Arthur. My impression? Pretty quick.

Downside, they wanna make the collar here.

(METAL CLANGS)

I got a couple things upstairs. Then you're going to Central Booking.

- You want something? - JERRY: Some cigarettes.

- Kool kings. - ANDY: I'll send 'em in.

HOWIE: Who's that? That lousy aim Jerry?

Oh, there's the voice that ruined my life!

Shut up over there. You got your own problems, Jerry.

JERRY: Is he getting out?

He's getting out, isn't he? Welshes on a bet,

sells beat dope, and I'm going away?

Yeah, we're harder on murder than we are on bad debts.

Hey, if they don't have any Kools, get me any menthol.

- HOWIE: Yo, Detective, sir. - ANDY: What?

- Uh, when am I gettin' out? - In a little while.

- HOWIE: Tonight? - Yeah.

Hey, is Holly around, or is she on the other side?

The girl that you put in that dryer, Howie?

Made bets on her like you were flipping a coin?

- JERRY: And then he welshed! - Shut up!

You wanna do yourself some good?

- Yeah. - You stay away from her.

All right. Bet.

And when I get out, I'm gonna make some changes.

- So you ain't gotta hit me with a bus. - ANDY: All those changes, Howie,

you try real hard about Holly.

- (SCOFFS) - (KEYS JANGLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS) Like monkeys in a zoo.

- All they needed was a bag of peanuts. - BOBBY: Who was that?

- The skells from that Laundromat homicide. - How's the girl?

I'm gonna cut her loose. You got any aspirin?

Yeah, in there.

(BLOWS)

Fancy says the rat squad's coming for this guy.

- Coming here? - That's what Fancy says.

(DRAWER CLOSING)

- Was there a note? - No, they didn't find one.

I can't believe the guy killed himself.

Yep.

- Son says he was depressed. - He say if he was a dicky waver?

That story was bogus.

The old man got his back broke in an accident.

He had nerve damage. Couldn't get it up.

The guy had to be on the five-yard line to kill himself over a false complaint.

Yeah, well, this report put him in the end zone.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh. My wife just put me through that same hoop.

I'm not beatin' myself up 'cause someone else can't deal with their situation.

- Okay, Drucker. - RONNIE: Separated seven months.

I tell her over and over how it is. She won't face it.

Tried to give her money, explain what's gonna happen.

She don't wanna listen.

The two of you probably had ten, 15 years together, right?

- Maybe a few kids? - You leave my kids out of this.

I was trying to square her financially.

With your girlfriend's freshly laundered coke money?

Last I looked, it spends.

And your wife wouldn't take it. Imagine that.

You listen to me.

I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna be on that island...

whether she took the money or not.

Only difference now is, she's not gonna be able to pay her bills.

She's gonna sit, being the victim, and the girls don't get taken care of.

- Who you talking to, Ronnie? - I got a right to be happy.

My mistake is hanging around. I should've left three months ago.

(PHONE RINGING)

15th Squad.

Yeah. Just a minute. It's for you.

Two.

Yeah, Drucker.

Hello?

Nobody there.

- Someone cuts hair in there. - One of the civilian aides.

Howie's gonna be on the street, Holly.

- You wanna take that into account. - He might be pissed off.

He's just a good guy to stay away from.

Any shot you can kick?

I tried a couple times.

I don't have much stick-to-itiveness.

When you helped us before, that took some moxie,

and you said things were okay if no one touched you.

I remember you saying that.

And now, you make your livin' lettin' people get over you.

- They stuff you in a dryer. - He told you about that?

Maybe that's why you're gettin' loaded.

You don't like how you're living, huh?

That, what your uncle did to you... that leaves marks.

If you get help with that, maybe you can help yourself with the dope.

I guess I must not want it.

Now, you listen to me.

I made a few calls.

If you reach out, those people know you might be calling.

Okay, thanks.

You're a young person, Holly. Nothing's over yet.

- (CRIES) I need to go wash my face again. - Yeah, sure. Go ahead.

Stay in touch if you feel like it, huh?

- Detective. - ADRIENNE: Hi, John.

- You just coming in? - Yeah, I'm on late tour.

We miss you downstairs.

JOHN: Well, at least I'm still in the same neighborhood. Um...

(CLEARS THROAT) Do you have another minute for me?

Uh, sure.

I'm in GOAL.

- The Gay Action League. - Yeah, close enough.

And I just wanted to let you know, if you have any reason

to come to the meetings or you need any information,

I'd be delighted to help.

- Thanks, but I don't need that. - All right.

- You know, people spread rumors. - Well, sure, um...

The way it came to me, you said it yourself.

I said it in a particular situation. It isn't true.

Do you mind telling me what the situation was?

Someone wouldn't hear that I didn't want to go out with him,

- and I ran out of other things to say. - So you said you were gay?

So I finally said I was gay.

Anyway, this is a list of our meetings. If you have any interest...

I guess gay people have problems hearing things too.

I heard you, Detective. It's just a list.

(STAPLER CLICKING)

(STAPLER CLICKING)

Drucker, let's get this done, okay? I need your gun.

Uh-uh.

Ronnie, you're under arrest. It's done. Give me your gun.

No. Uh-uh.

Ronnie, take it easy. You got IAB all over you.

- I'm gettin' out of here. - No, no, you're not.

- I'm not? The hell I'm not! - Gun!

(INDISTINCT SCREAMING)

- Don't be stupid! - I'm not stupid. I know where I'm going.

You don't make the stairs! This ends one way!

Ronnie, he's right. You wanna walk out of here, just drop the gun. All right?

I'm going to Barbados. Just stand the hell back.

- Come on, Ronnie. Stop talking crazy. - Put your weapon down!

- I got a right to be happy. - Give it up, Ronnie!

Don't move!

- (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) - (GUNSHOTS)

- You had to do that in here? - Don't start that crap.

We're wrong if we collar you at home. We're wrong if we do it in court.

We're wrong if we do it in public. You tell me where we're supposed to do it.

- Hey! - Let it go, Bobby.

GREG: I'm calling an ambulance.

Doesn't need an ambulance.

GREG: We need an ambulance, 15th Squad.

ANDY: Get me something to put these in.

MARTENS: They never think it's gonna happen.

They always think that they got more time.

Oh, yeah. You should be a shrink, Martens.

You ever figured maybe part of them don't want to go?

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Tell Frankie that floor needs to be cleaned and disinfected.

He's just waitin' on Crime Scene to finish up.

Yeah, they're bringing him down in a minute.

What the hell they doing up there, Lieu? They figure they're solving a mystery?

- They just wrapped it up. - They could've given him a chance.

He's upstairs to make the phone call to tell them the situation.

- Was this guy ever a good cop? - Couldn't really tell.

Yeah. All I know, he wound up throwin' shots in the squad.

- Is the press outside? - Yeah, there's a lot of press.

Hold that gurney in here. Bring the ambulance around.

- 15 Base to Central "K." - FEMALE VOICE: Go ahead, 15 Base.

- Tell the bus to pull around... - Girlfriend had him half crazy, huh?

I'll tell ya. You show me any broad walking forward,

I'll show you what rules the world.

You know, he never said he was taking the girlfriend with him.

Maybe she didn't even know where he was going.

Maybe she was just workin' him for protection.

Maybe he thought he was taking her, and she'd have stood him up.

Anyway, I wasn't that eager to get to know him better.

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