All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S03E08 - Cold Heaters.sd-en

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

MALE OFFICER: Opening.

(DOOR ALARM BUZZES)

- BOBBY: Thanks.
- Bobby Simone.

How's it going, Ray?

How do you think?
I'm in the system here, Bobby.

Yeah, they brought you down
for your appeal hearing, huh?

My appeal. (SCOFFS)

- Hey, you never know, right?
- That's right.

'Cause you heard about the trial, right?

That little genius from Legal Aid gets me
three to five. I'm just the lookout.

Meanwhile, the principals,
they mention a few names,

they're on the street already.

I'm just talking
about justice here, Bobby.

And I asked you to help me out
at the time. You turned your back.

Is this why you asked me
to come down here,

so that we can go over all of this again?

I'm sorry. I...

I just...

I don't think so good, you know?

I'm upset all the time, Bobby.

I need your help, Bobby.

- There's no way I can help you, Ray.
- Don't worry.

I'm bringing something to the table.
Information.

This guy I've been hanging
with in the yard.

He worked this job some three years ago,
an armored car heist.

A couple ex-cops were driving.
They both got killed.

- You talking about the Grandpa Car?
- I heard him mention that.

That's what they called it.

Now, according to him,
they got away clean.

Him and three other guys.

Is this ringing any bells?

The Grandpa Car's a real case, Ray.
You got any names?

I got a first and last on one of the guys,
and a street name on one of the others.

Do you think that's worth something
to the DA?

- I'll see what I can find out.
- (SIGHS)

You know, I don't blame you
for what's happened to me, Bobby,

but I got to get out of here.

(PAGER BEEPING)

I gotta go, Ray. That's from my job.

Now, you tell the DA I got those names.

- I will. On the gate.
- MALE OFFICER: Opening.

- (DOOR ALARM BUZZES)
- I'll let you know.

Yeah, sure. Go ahead. Walk out of here.

(CHUCKLES)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(THEME SONG CONCLUDES)

- Hey.
- BOBBY: Hey, what's going on?

Yeah, two people shot. One DOA.

Perp fled on foot. We've got
a couple of witnesses over there.

- Yeah, what's their story?
- Some guy showed up, started shooting.

Guy shot in the shoulder's just
a flesh wound.

You wanna talk to him
before they take him to the hospital?

- Yeah, what's his name?
- Samwell Velasquez.

- Samwell?
- JAMES: Yeah.

Samwell? I'm Detective Sipowicz.
This is Detective Simone.

What can you tell us
about the guy that shot you?

Oh, it was crazy, man.

Th... this Black dude,
he comes into the store, right,

and he starts screaming
all this racial trash.

- And then all of a sudden, I'm shot.
- You were the first one shot?

No. He shot Luis first,
and then he started, like,

waving the gun around,
shooting everybody.

- He shot you first, man.
- Man, it was crazy.

It was, like, all happening
at the same time.

- All you guys were in there?
- Yeah, man. He was drunk.

That's how come
he didn't just killed everybody.

- He was a big guy.
- No, he wasn't that big. No.

He... he was medium. He was Black.
Real, real, real Black.

- He was about 50, man.
- BOBBY: You never seen this guy before?

Yeah, I've seen him, like, maybe coming
out of the subway or something.

- So, maybe he lives around here?
- Yeah, maybe.

We're not gonna find out
this is about dope, right?

You think 'cause we're Boricua

that means we deal dope?
What's wrong with you, man?

Yeah, what's wrong with you?
I got shot over here.

ANDY: All right. All right.
Take it easy, huh?

James... what do you got?

We gave the place a quick toss.
Uh. We didn't come up with anything.

- These guys are half loaded.
- ANDY: Yeah.

- You want us to start the canvass?
- Yeah. Keep your eyes open.

Happens that the mariachi troupe
over here is telling the truth,

we got a nut out there with a gun.
All right, you guys, we're gonna

- have to go over to the station house.
- James, take my car.

- All right, all right.
- JAMES: Sure.

Yeah. But this better not take all day,
you know what I'm saying?

Hey, your friend Luis here just got shot.

Yeah. You gonna tell me about Luis, man?
I know the guy, man.

- We don't feel up to this, man, okay?
- Yeah. You're in mourning.

- All right. I understand.
- (SPEAKING SPANISH)

- BOBBY: Get in here.
- Ay, ay, ay.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- SAMWELL: Hey, man. I can't believe this.

BOBBY: Just keep looking.

Excuse me, I... I was told downstairs
this is where to make my complaint.

Oh. Um...

Uh. Detective Medavoy can see you.
Detective, you're up.

- Oh. Can I help you?
- Yes. I'm the victim of an assault.

GREG: Right. Uh. Well, right this way. Uh.

Let's get some information
about what happened.

My name's, uh... my name's Peter Cahill.

- Have a seat, Mr. Cahill.
- PETER: Thank you.

Uh, how badly were you hurt
in this incident?

Uh, bruises up and down my arms,
and, uh... feel this bump.

- It's... it's quite large.
- BOBBY: Just keep lookin'.

It looks painful.
Uh. Were you struck with a foreign object?

- With a blunt-edged sword.
- Ah.

D... do you know the person who hit you?

The stage actor, Raleigh Gibson.
You probably know him.

Uh, no, I don't get to the theater
too much.

Well, in the middle of the sword fight
last night,

he completely abandoned the choreography
and attacked me.

(SIGHS) I take it you're an actor as well.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Yeah.
Last week, he nearly put my eye out.

Did you speak to anyone
at the theater about this?

They don't wanna deal with it.
They tell themselves he's box office.

They should tell the empty seats.
Meanwhile, I take a nightly beating.

(SIGHS)

Procedure, Mr. Cahill,
Uh. I look into your complaint,

talk to the relevant parties,

and then there will be a decision
on charges.

I work at the Ludlow Theater.

Ask Roland Edmunds about him.
Ask Donna Stein.

- (PEN SCRAPING)
- Right. Uh. Definitely.

I'll check the matter out.

Well, uh, thank you for coming in.

Well, it's... it's on my way
to the doctor.

(TELEPHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE)

DONNA: I'm sorry...

May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to speak
to the detective in charge.

Arthur Fancy.
I'm lieutenant in charge of the squad.

- Louis Folsom. I'm pastor at Bethel AME.
- How do you do?

Why don't you come in? Have a seat.

Lieutenant...

one of my parishioners was involved
in a shooting this morning.

He says he shot two men.

Well, there was a multiple shooting
at a bodega on Third Street.

Sounds like the incident.

So, what's the man's name?

He says when he fired the gun,
he was in fear for his life.

Well, if he was in danger,
that's a very important factor.

So, where can we find him?

I'd like to be able to tell him I spoke
with the man that he would be talking to.

You can tell him that.

So, how can we find him, Pastor?

His name is Gregory Leight.
He's not far from here.

- I'll go get him.
- Okay.

Your bodega witnesses set up?

They wanna know do they get paid
if they pick out the shooter.

It's part of dealing with their grief.

Okay, a suspect's coming in
with his minister.

We'll get his statement,
have the witnesses take a look.

Hey, Lieu. We turned up a neighbor
on the canvass.

She saw a kid running
down the street screaming

just before the shots were fired.

ADRIENNE: She didn't know who the kid was,
but she saw him come out of the bodega.

Somebody's gonna have to keep
these guys in the mug books.

Lieu says the shooter's coming.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

As soon as you look at the guy, James,

get some fillers from the shelters
for a lineup.

And, Adrianne,
run a Gregory Leight through BCI.

- I'm not sure of the spelling.
- Okay.

Did the minister say how it happened?

No, but he said
the guy'd give a full statement.

Can't hate a ground ball.

Okay, I'll be there in the interview.
He asked for that.

Yeah, all right.

Lieu. Uh, that guy Ray DiSalvo,

the guy I grew up with,
took a collar last year for moving coke.

- Yeah, worked at that rumba joint.
- BOBBY: Yeah.

He's on the inside now.
Claims a guy on his tier

copped to sticking up the Grandpa Car
with three other skells.

Did he give any names?

He says he's got a full name
on one of the guys

- and another guy's nickname.
- That was Roberts's case.

- The Grandpa Car?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Well, see if the DA wants to deal.
- I'll call Sylvia.

Lieu...

This is Gregory Leight.

Uh, he's got the gun.

I'm Arthur Fancy.

I'll take your statement
with Detective Sipowicz.

BOBBY: Yeah, I'm trying to reach
A.D.A. Costas.

- Okay.
- I'll tell your wife

that I saw you go in with the lieutenant.

This way.

Have a seat, Mr. Leight.

- Miles, put this in evidence lockup.
- Okay, Lieu.

So, uh... your pastor said
you wanted to talk to us about a shooting.

Those drunks down at the bodega
went after my son.

Tell us what happened.

Well, I sent him out for bread,
and after about ten minutes,

I hear all this yelling.

His friend comes to my door,
crying and carrying on

and saying that Junior's in trouble.

- So, what was his friend's name?
- Delroy.

My wife would know his last name.
But he was yelling

that they were beating Gregory
down at the bodega.

He said, "Mr. Leight,
they're beating Junior!"

So, I grabbed an old gun
I keep in the house.

And I went out in the street,
and here comes my son running.

- His face all covered with blood.
- So, how old is your son?

Ten. Ten years old.

There's drunks in that place.

I told him he's never supposed to go
near that filthy place!

Just to save a half a block
to the grocery.

Now, look at all this trouble.

So, when you saw your son,
was he alone in the street?

Was anyone chasing him?

No, there was just somebody
looking out from the bodega,

but nobody was chasing him.

- And you went on to the bodega?
- I sent him home.

Then I went in.

- Did you have your gun out?
- Not then.

I said, "Hey. Who beat my boy?"

And there was a lot of yelling,
and screaming back and forth.

And some racial stuff.
And one of them said to the other

some Spanish.

And the guy behind the counter,
he grabbed beneath.

And then the guy in the aisle
started coming at me.

And that's when I pulled out my gun.

Because the guy behind the counter
was going for a gun,

and the guy in the aisle
was coming at me.

I was so upset about my boy.

And you shot 'em both.

(SOBBING)

I have been a longshoreman for 25 years.
I've never even had a parking ticket.

What do you wanna do?

Talk to the son and the friend
who came and got him.

Even if they back the father's story,
he's looking at manslaughter.

- That's where I want you to start, Andy.
- No problem.

Want me to run the witnesses through BCI?

- They don't look like no choir boys.
- Yeah.

Whoever's in with him, I'll, uh...

I'll make sure
they don't let him write nothing.

Yeah. Okay. Thanks.

Yeah, no problem.

- (DOOR ALARM BUZZES)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How'd the hearing go?

It was a joke, Bobby.
Judge didn't give us five minutes.

Ray, this is Assistant DA Sylvia Costas.

- Ray DiSalvo.
- How do you do?

Miss Costas wants to talk to you
about this armored car job.

No problem. I'm all for women's lib.

You got the DA sent me away beat a mile.

Jewish guy, big pot belly.

Maury Abrams.
I've been looking over your file.

I meant no disrespect.
He was doing his job.

Mr. DiSalvo, if the information
that you've offered,

on the Grandpa Car produced arrests,

we'd support reducing
your sentence by half.

Support?

- Nah. I'm not giving up names on support.
- She's gotta put it that way, Ray.

What happens if you guys blow the arrest?

I mean, that's not my fault
if you guys screw this up.

- We won't screw it up.
- How do I know that, Bobby?

(SIGHS)

Reduced by half?

With the time served,
that's only four more months.

Yeah, but I didn't do nothing.

- I was just the lookout.
- Ray, Ray, Ray.

Do you wanna go through with this?

- Do I have a choice?
- Come on.

- Sorry.
- (RAY SIGHING)

The guy I'm in with...
his name is Jimmy Fredo.

The guys he said he did the job with,

one is Tommy Rotella,
is the full name I got.

And the second guy's nickname
is called Bic.

- First or last name on the nickname?
- I don't know.

All right, this Jimmy Fredo's the guy
that you're in jail with right now.

He gave you Tom Rotella
and another guy

- whose nickname is Bic.
- Right.

You said there were three guys
on the outside.

That's all I got. They got away clean.

They're living good. Jimmy's doing time.
I don't know the score.

All right, Mr. DiSalvo.

All right, Ray,
we're gonna look into this.

What, you're gonna send me back
upstate now? I gotta go back there?

They'll keep you down here
till we see if this all works out.

- You'll be in administrative segregation.
- (SIGHS)

But it's still jail, right?

GLORIA: Gregory?

Gregory. The police are here.
They have to ask you some questions.

I'm Detective Sipowicz, Gregory.

How did you get those bruises?

- Those guys hit me.
- Tell me the guys you mean.

- In the bodega.
- ANDY: How come they did that?

I don't know.

Oh, he knows
he wasn't supposed to be down there.

He was supposed to go to the Korean place.

Him and his friend didn't wanna walk
the extra block.

You need to let us ask the questions,
Mrs. Leight.

We're trying to find out
what happened with your dad.

(EXHALES) So, we really need you
to think about this.

I don't know. They said it was the change.

- The change?
- It was for a loaf of bread.

I had the exact change,
so I put it on the counter.

- He didn't like it there.
- Who didn't?

The guy behind the counter.

He pushed it back at me,
said put it in his hand.

Then 20 of the cents went on the floor.

Then the other guy come up
behind me and told me to pick it up.

And I said, "The counter guy
pushed it on the floor.

"And he should pick it up."

Then they started beating on me.
Him and a couple other guys.

Delroy was looking in. Then he ran.

After a couple of minutes,
I finally got out.

And then when did you see your dad?

Delroy run and got him.
He was coming down the street.

When he saw me, he started crying.
He said, "Get home."

Then, I guess, he went in the bodega.

Do you need anything else?

- Where can we find Delroy Freeman?
- I can get you his mother's number.

Delroy in trouble, too?

You're not in trouble, Gregory.
Your daddy's in trouble.

- Yo, did Rico pick out the right guy?
- Don't worry about what Rico did, Tonio.

The shade's gonna be lifted now,
and you're gonna see six people.

You could see in, but they can't see out.
If you recognize any one person,

let me know who you recognize
and where from.

- Yeah, yeah, all right.
- (SHUTTER KNOCKING)

Yo, that's the guy right there.
Number four. That's him right there.

- JAMES: Where do you know him from?
- He shot Luis, man.

- (INTERCOM CLICKING)
- ARTHUR: All but Four can go.

- TONIO: Screw you, pendejo.
- MALE OFFICER: Shut up.

- You takin' the juice for Luis, man.
- Take it easy.

- Go grab some coffee, all right?
- Yo, can I go home now, man?

Go grab some coffee.
I'll ask my lieutenant.

Poor guy, huh?

Sends his kid out for some bread.

What kind of toss you give that bodega?
We were moving pretty fast.

All right. Keep the witnesses here.

- Get Andy, and toss it again.
- Okay.

Hey, uh, Lieu.
Listen, that sword-fighting complaint.

I... I talked to the stage manager
from the theater,

and he said absolutely
this famous actor guy was out of line.

- Okay.
- Yeah, and he says this Gibson's like,

you know, one of those
larger-than-life kind of guys, you know?

- He gives everybody a hard time.
- Okay. Bring him in.

Yeah, at the same time,
some of the other actors said that,

you know, you always get bruised up
doing stunts and such in a performance.

Also, according to them, the complainant,
uh, was rather stiff in that scene,

which angered the other guy,

who's high-strung
with very high standards.

Look, what do you wanna do
with the complaint, Greg?

I...I figured I'd, uh,
bring the other guy in.

Good! Do that.

You okay, boss?

A decent guy shaping to get screwed
in this bodega homicide.

- Gentlemen.
- How's it going, Roberts?

Okay, Medavoy.
You still lobbing scuds at the PAA?

- I'll keep you posted, Lieu.
- Yeah.

We might have something
on the Grandpa Car.

Yeah. Bobby Simone asked me to come in.
He said you had some action on that.

There he is. He'll run it for you.

How's your family, Lieu?

Good. You know how yours is doing?

Yeah. They're good.

- Mike Roberts, Bobby.
- Hey, Mike, thanks for coming in.

Sure. You're looking
at the Grandpa Car again, huh?

Yeah, yeah. You know, I got a CI
that gave up some names.

- Tryin' to see if they're live.
- Yeah, I hated not clearing that.

They whack two ex-cops.

Mike, you did an interview on that case
with a Brendan Bickles.

Yeah, he worked for the security company.
Didn't go anyplace.

Yeah, well, see, my guy says he was in it.

Well, shame on me then.

I think I talked to him in the Garfield
over on 23rd.

Right. DMV still shows him over there.
We're gonna pick him up.

Is there anything I can push him with
that didn't get into your five?

You know, did he gamble? Use?

I only talked to him off working
for the company.

I had no reason to like the guy.

My CI also gave up a Jimmy Fredo,
Tom Rotella. That do anything for you?

Nothing. Neither one.

- Well, thanks for coming in.
- I remember talking to this Bic.

You know, the Garfield Hotel.

You know, many as you did,
it's crazy how you can remember.

- Yeah. I appreciate your coming in, Ray.
- Hey, I hope you collar up on this.

Listen... opportunity presents itself,

you might ask does your lieutenant
plan on lightening up on me

before the new century.

- Take care.
- BOBBY: All right, Mike.

- Thanks.
- Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Clerk said he went to get some smokes.
He'll be back in a few minutes.

Didn't I hear about this Roberts?
Had a junkie girlfriend.

Yeah, she killed herself.

I was driving
for the commissioner then,

but, uh, they said they caught him
cleaning out her place.

- Roberts was robbing her apartment?
- No, no. He was married.

So, he was trying to get rid of pictures.
Anything that could put him with her.

Uh-huh. That's Bic.
Not much to look at, huh?

Yeah.

Check this out over here.
That's the rat squad.

- IAB's sitting on us?
- What is up with that? I'll be right back.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

- You need me, Martens?
- Why, you got a guilty conscience?

- BOBBY: Answer the question.
- We're picking up a suspect.

- It's got nothing to do with you.
- Uh-huh.

There's the guy across the street.

- Hey, that's my guy.
- JERRY: That's our guy. You back off.

(CAR DOOR CLOSING)

Take it easy. Get your hands up.

- I didn't do anything.
- Put your hands up.

(GRUNTS)

- You Brendan Bickles?
- I didn't do anything!

- What are you worried about?
- He's our suspect, Simone.

This is our suspect.
We're taking him to our house.

- BRENDAN: I didn't do anything.
- BOBBY: Shut up.

He's our collar, Simone.

Now, don't talk to him
till we straighten this out.

Yeah, right.
Even if he's begging to confess.

What the hell good are these cameras?
They don't tape anything.

Do you think they were bluffing
this Black guy

about there being a gun back here?

Guy sticks a gun in their face,
they're gonna pretend they got one, too?

- Yeah, that wouldn't make sense.
- That gun was there. They moved it.

- Cigarettes, aspirins, condoms, batteries.
- (SIGHS)

Amazing variety of merchandise
they fit behind

the counter of these little stores.

Guys get tanked all day long.
Start at eight o'clock in the morning.

- I'm gonna check the dumpster.
- Yeah.

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

- Martinez.
- JAMES: What do you got?

ANDY: Here.

Here, you want a Popsicle?

- They were in the freezer?
- Yeah. Don't you keep your guns there?

JERRY: We've been on this Bickles
for three months.

And our information,
he's involved with a cop.

Our information is he's the cop killer.

- One don't leave the other out.
- Let's stop playing footsie.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Come on.

(SIGHS) My CI's name is Ray DiSalvo.

He's doing time right now
with a Jimmy Fredo, who claims

that he pulled the Grandpa shootings
with this Bic

and a Tom Rotella, who's locked up
right now in Ohio, and another guy

that Ray didn't have the name on.

Which would make it your turn.

I'm not authorized
to share my information.

You know, you guys are the best.

Look, you don't wanna share information?

This Bic isn't a cop.
So, my guys will run the interview

until it's established a cop's involved.

Stay out of my way.

- Close the door on those bodega guys.
- Okay.

- Are you Delroy?
- I'm Louise Freeman. This is my son.

- How you doing?
- Delroy's interested in the wanted flyers.

- Policemen draw?
- Yeah, some of them.

This is Delroy Freeman and his mom.

- Detective Lesniak.
- How do you do?

- Hello.
- How you doing, Delroy?

Why don't you come on in here, Delroy.

Take a seat right there.

Okay.

So, Delroy... you know
why we brought you here?

Junior got into a fight.

Can you remember how that started, Delroy?

Junior had to buy a loaf of bread,
and we didn't go to the grocery.

- So, Junior is Gregory Leight Jr.?
- Yes.

ARTHUR: Okay.

So, then they throwed his change
on the floor and Junior didn't like it.

Then all of sudden, they went crazy,
punching and kicking.

- Did they punch and kick you?
- They wasn't mad at me.

They mad at Junior. Punching and punching.
So, I ran down the street to tell his dad,

"You gotta do something
'cause they're gonna kill him."

Is that what you said?

You told Junior's dad
they were killing him?

Yeah. 'Cause they was stomping him.

So, he went down with his gun
and shot 'em dead.

But I didn't see that part.

You got to look in this bag.

Okay. Thanks for coming down.
I appreciate it. You take care, all right?

I want you to tell me this all again
so I can write it down.

Okay.

- Oh, man. Oh, man.
- Is something wrong, Bic?

No. No. You try to live your life,
you get dragged off the street,

army of people stand staring at you.
No, there's nothing wrong.

Well, you know why you're here.
You've been waiting for this day.

- No, I don't. I don't know.
- BOBBY: Okay, Bic.

This is connected with two guys
who did 20 years on this job

before they started working security.

Two ex-cops
who were making an armored car delivery

with the firm
that you happened to be working with.

- This is crazy.
- What's crazy?

BIC: I had nothing to do
with that robbery.

- I was talked to at the time.
- Look around, Bic.

You think anyone here thinks it's crazy
liking you for those homicides?

- I can't help what you people think!
- So, Jimmy Fredo is lying?

- What?
- And Tom Rotella, he's lying?

'Cause they gave you up, Bic.

They say you shot those cops.
Both of them say it was you.

- No way. Forget it. No way!
- Two ex-cops.

You know how that means
we'll go at you, right?

- Leave me alone!
- What, are they lying? Fredo and Rotella,

- they lying?
- Anyone who told you that is lying.

That's crazy what they told you!

- I don't think so.
- (SNIFFLES)

Two ex-cops.

And I think that you killed them.

- (SNIFFLES) I killed no one.
- You're looking at an injection here, Bic.

What you say in this room right now,
what you say gets you a way out. Okay?

(SNIFFLES)

I gave them some information.
Delivery times.

I was nowhere near... that robbery,
all right?

JERRY: Give up Ernie Kowalski.

You give up the cop... and you'll skate.

You get me a lawyer,
and you put that in writing,

and then we'll talk.

That's it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

He was gone. I had him.
You didn't have to give him squat.

- You'd have got the two in jail.
- I would have had him for the package.

Even if I would've had that cop's name,
I could've moved him for it all.

Who's the riding DA?

You give this guy a walk
before you trust me to do my job?

What, 'cause I'm not as good as you,
right, Martens?

- Yeah, you only trust IAB.
- JERRY: Hey!

Now, you trust any of us?

Who's the riding DA?

Costas.

I'll call her. I'll get this guy
someone from Legal Aid.

I had him.

How long am I gonna have to be here?
Someone call my agent.

Mr. Gibson, if you'll just cooperate,
things will go a lot easier.

Strange men in little suits appear
at the door of your dressing room.

And suddenly, you're in some
dirty office, no one knows why.

It's Pinter.

- God, is that Raleigh Gibson?
- I don't know.

My God, it is Raleigh Gibson.

I gotta get my Brownie.

GREG: (CLEARING THROAT) Mr. Gibson,

I'd like you to make a statement
regarding Mr. Cahill's complaint.

Statement?

The little turd got
just what was coming to him.

- Where do I sign?
- Mr. Gibson, did you strike

- Mr. Cahill with a broadsword?
- I was acting, Detective.

Are you aware of the distinction
between theater and reality?

So, you're saying
that you... you didn't intend to harm him.

I intended to kill him
in the context of the scene.

His intention should have been
to defend himself.

But you have been hitting Mr. Cahill
with a sword. You admit that.

(SIGHS) I was trying to engage him,
to make him commit

instead of drifting
about the stage in a terrified haze.

Truth to tell,
I was doing the bloody fool a favor.

- By hitting him?
- Detective...

Mr. Cahill shows
some mild promise as an actor.

By bringing charges, which can serve
only to curtail his career,

he demonstrates
a staggering lack of imagination.

I intended to provoke him.
I meant him no harm.

Now, with due respect,

the very limited appeal this conversation
has for me is now exhausted.

May I go?

(SIGHING)

Uh. I don't know if charges will be laid.
I have to talk with my boss.

In the outcome,
you obviously know where to find me.

Mr. Gibson... uh, I'm sorry for intruding,
but I am such a fan. Would you mind?

- Um. Miss Abandando.
- Sure.

Right here.

I may soon be posing
with little numbers across my chest.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You guys hold me forever
just 'cause I'm on parole?

That's my boss.

We're gonna talk
about this morning again, Rico.

The guy came in shooting.
He killed Luis. Okay?

- How many times do you need to hear it?
- Start with the assault.

- He came looking to fight.
- ARTHUR: No.

Start when you beat his son. That assault.

Nobody beat his son.

That man sent his boy out
for a loaf of bread,

and you and your friends
kicked him around.

Now, you're gonna get collared for that,
and then we're gonna violate your parole.

Man, I don't believe this.

You owe, what,
three years on your last bit?

What, you think
you can kick this kid around

- without getting your parole violated?
- (TABLE SLAMMING)

I wasn't even back there.
I was standing on the aisle.

Okay. Okay, now, we're gonna deal
with the guns.

Gun? There wasn't no guns, man.

- ARTHUR: There were guns.
- (GUNS CLATTERING)

- You stashed them in the freezer.
- We're sending these to the lab, Rico.

- They lift your prints, you're done.
- I wasn't even back there.

I threw one afterwards.

That's how my prints got on.
From throwing it in the freezer.

Luis yelled. Samwell went for the gun.
I'm only a witness.

- Give it up then.
- What did Luis yell?

To Samwell. He said, "Kill him. Mátalo."

He told him in Spanish.

ARTHUR: What you write now
is gonna be as important

for how you live the rest of your life...
as what happened this morning.

You need to give a clear picture
of what you saw, and did,

and what you were feeling
as things took place.

If you were afraid for your son...
and your own fear once you were inside,

then that's something
you should talk about.

I was afraid. And I was angry.

If your fear was the most important thing,
if it guided your actions,

then that's definitely something
you should say.

You don't wanna clutter it up,
ten different feelings.

To be afraid for your life,

and what made you feel that way,
the specific events.

- When he reached under the counter.
- The shouting.

Hearing the other man shout to him.

Then seeing the man behind the counter.

Uh-huh. I didn't see the gun,
but I knew he was going for it.

You knew from what the other guy shouted.

The other man shouted, "Kill him."

So, you knew the counterman
was reaching for a gun.

That that's what he had shouted
in Spanish.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

For the district attorney to know
that you understood the expression,

that you knew "mátalo"
meant, "Kill him" in Spanish...

and that put you in fear for your life.

That's big, your understanding that.

That's why I was afraid.

He was reaching for the gun...

'cause the other fellow shouted,
"Kill him."

In Spanish.

Mátalo.

Mátalo.

Present in the room, Detective Kowalski,
assigned to Narcotics Division,

his counsel, and a union delegate.

Also present, Sergeants Laski and Martens
with the Internal Affairs Bureau.

Detective, you acknowledge
being given your rights?

Yes.

Detective Kowalski,
do you know a Jimmy Fredo,

a Tom Rotella, or a Brendan Bickles?

I decline to answer that
as is my right under the Fifth Amendment.

Your name has come up in connection
with an armored car robbery

that took place September 9, 1992.

What was your involvement
in that incident?

- I decline to answer.
- And accomplish what?

You decline an answer if you know guys
that we know you know?

- What, you think I'm an asshole?
- That one I'll answer.

No, you won't.

You realize if you fail to answer,
under GO-15, you're suspended.

I'll live.

Detective Kowalski, you're now suspended.

I'll relieve you of your shield
and your weapon.

- Can he go now?
- No.

- Now, I'm placing him under arrest.
- What?

JERRY: Stand up.

Don't look at your lawyer for help,
Kowalski.

You thought you were walking out of here
with just a suspension?

Well, you're going to jail.
Now, we'll see who the asshole is.

(SCOFFS)

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

Oh, Mr. Cahill.

- Thanks for coming in again.
- Are you gonna charge him?

Have a seat.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

My investigation, Mr. Cahill,
uh, there's a basis to file for assault,

which I doubt would get far in court,

but he'd definitely be put
in the system, Mr. Gibson.

Uh. He'd be in jail briefly,
with a need to make bail, so forth.

That's what I want.

Mr. Cahill...
I'm obviously ignorant, but, um,

couldn't filing charges like this
be negative on your career outlook?

You know, rather than some form
of compromise,

- some try at discussion?
- There'd be no point. He... he won't stop.

He hates me.
He... he has no respect for my acting.

He said you had promise.

- Who did?
- GREG: Mr. Gibson. His account was,

you were promising on stage,
but in a haze,

which he was trying to prod you out of.

Do you think he meant it?
Or was he just trying to avoid charges?

Nah, I don't think
he was too worried about the charges.

And I'd say, uh, he was sincere
about your promise, uh,

while seeming not to like you
too much personally.

I thought
he was just trying to humiliate me.

To show that I had no business onstage.

We can charge third-degree assault,
Mr. Cahill. Do you wanna go forward?

Uh...

No. No, I don't.

All right.

- I'm sorry I took up your time.
- Nah.

Actually, I enjoyed it somewhat.
I had an experience in the theater.

- Well, thank you very much.
- Anytime.

- Banquo?
- Excuse me?

I... I saw you at the Public
in the Scottish play.

Thank you for the evening.

You're welcome.

He was really good.

How much of this is corroborated?

The son's being beaten was witnessed.

Plus, the friend confirms
telling the father

- he thought the kid was being killed.
- A witness in the bodega corroborates

one of the victims shouted in Spanish
for the counterman to kill Leight.

- Mátalo. Which Leight understood.
- Yeah.

And you recovered the weapon
the counterman reached for?

Yeah.

The grand jury's gonna
have to look at this,

but I doubt
that we'll wanna indict this man.

He might get charged
with the unregistered gun.

- Thanks, Sylvia.
- Okay.

- I'll tell this guy her impression, huh?
- Yeah. All right.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(RECEIVER CLATTERING)

Try and follow this.

By me not giving up that name,
that's supposed to make your life easier.

You don't have Kowalski's name.

Even if you and him went through
the academy together,

your partner bowls with him,
you had pizza once on retreat,

any pals you might
be where you'd wanna protect him,

you don't get to make that mistake.

You're looking out for me.
You're keeping me from temptation.

Crack wise all you want.

If you would've queered
that interview with Bic,

and you had Kowalski's name,

- then I gotta come looking at you.
- BOBBY: Yeah.

Well, thanks for being in my corner.

Look...

no one's always a liar,
and no one's always corrupt.

Everything is a situation.
You keep people out of situations,

and you keep them out of trouble.

I just hope that my informant
don't lose out on his sentence reduction

because you people took over the case.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Why is that funny?

Who do you think our informant was?

Your buddy, DiSalvo,

he shopped us this package
three months ago with all the names.

He came to you when he got afraid
we weren't moving.

He left Kowalski out because he knew
you'd have to notify us.

- Yeah, okay.
- (PAGES RUSTLING)

You might wanna know...

he shopped you to us, too.

Said you reached out
to an arresting cop on a coke collar.

- Got the cop to let him walk.
- (SCOFFS)

So, where am I with that?

You're all right.

I looked into it.

Everything's a situation.

(DOOR OPENING)

- (SPITS)
- (DOOR OPENING)

(ARTHUR CLEARING THROAT)

- (CLEARS THROAT) You worked that good.
- Yeah, I felt like he deserved a break.

Yeah.

Not 'cause of who he was. Straight-up.

(LOCKER DOOR CLOSING)

You mean that wasn't one of those, uh,
affirmative action investigations?

No.

No. I didn't think so.

- Goodnight.
- Yeah, goodnight.

You worked that good, too.

- (DOOR ALARM BUZZES)
- Bobby.

- (CHAIR SCRAPING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

They collared those guys, Ray.

One of them confessed.

Is that right?

- That's... that's great.
- Yeah.

And you know that third guy,
the one that you didn't have the name on?

Turns out he was a cop.

He's behind the whole thing.

Huh.

Interesting.

Guy's name is Kowalski.

Uh-huh.

Of course, you knew that already,
right, Ray?

And you made me the jerk holding it back.

Whoa, now, that was not my intention.

Your intention
was playing all the angles for yourself.

I spoke to police Internal Affairs
several months ago,

but they disappeared from the picture.
I never heard from them.

- That was a free ball what I gave you.
- Ray.

They were sitting on that cop, Ray.
They moved the same time that we did.

- I had no knowledge of that.
- Neither did I. You didn't give it to me.

Oh, come on, Bobby.
I... I know how cops feel

about collaring their own.

- I wanted to spare you that.
- (LAUGHS)

You would say anything, Ray, huh?

"The moon is made of green cheese."

- Hey, I don't like the tone of this.
- (CHAIR SCRAPING)

Now, my information produced arrests.

IAB's collaring.
You should look to them to deliver.

Just a minute. Just a minute now!
You people better not welsh!

Maybe you can sweeten the pot with IAB.
You can offer 'em me again.

Offer them you?

- What are you talking about, Bobby?
- BOBBY: Ray...

let me tell you something.

I know who offered me to them, all right?

You stand there right now and lie to me,
I will break your jaw!

Oh, my God. My God.
I'm gonna be screwed. I know it.

You're gonna stick the knife in me,
aren't you, Bobby?

No, Ray.

You are gonna get your deal.

I am?

- Oh! I am so grateful.
- Move your hands.

Yeah, sure. I understand.

I just ask that you would understand
as well about me giving you up.

I mean, I... I was in a situation, Bobby.

(SNIFFS)

Hey, Ray, I...

(SOBS)

I don't wanna see you
on the outside, Ray, all right?

I don't care what your situation is.

On the gate.

(DOOR ALARM BUZZES)

I'm sorry, Bobby.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)