All language subtitles for NYPD Blue S11E15 Old Yeller

Previously on "NYPD blue"...

What the hell was that?

African gray parrot.

Sergeant Gibson brought it in
this morning.

Alex was shot to death
this morning.

His buddy said he was having an
affair with a girl named Janet.

Your husband know you been
stepping out?

We're separated.
The ring says different.

I wear this 'cause he sees me
without it, and he goes off.

He came home drunk
and started yelling at me.

He went and got a bat and
started breaking things up,

and then he came at me.

If he had his gun,
he would have shot me.

Stan hatcher. The borough's
assigned me to your squad.

Effective when?
Today.

Wilmer,
you're so full of crap,

it's no wonder your skin
is brown.

Start talking English,
asshole!

All right, enough!

You need to lay back
and see how this squad works.

Fine, I'd like to fit in
with the team here.

So how about tomorrow
we make a fresh start?

Aw, man, you are going
to hell for this.

It's always been my hope that
god's got a sense of humor.

Douche bag.

Douche bag.

Douche bag.

Douche bag.

Douche bag.

Morning, bright eyes.
You're in early.

Fives.

You're huggable
as a porcupine, sipowicz,

but you got an admirable
work ethic.

Thanks, sarge.

Permission to board,
colonel.

Douche bag.

There's something wrong
with your bird.

Douche bag.

It's been saying that
ever since I got in-- loud.

I don't know where it
could have got it from.

15th squad,
sergeant Gibson.

Douche bag.

Nothing...
Douche bag.

That was nothing.

-
thanks, inspector.

D.O.A. 488 forsyth.
I'll call the others.

Gibson, we've got crime victims
that come in here.

Those assholes on night watch--
boyce and debrovsky.

They probably sat in here
all night chanting it.

Crime victims on the worst day
of their life,

giving statements of items
stolen from their home

or descriptions of loved ones
that went missing or worse.

If they've got to be called
douche bag by a bird,

you don't think we'll get
complaints?

You know, the voice of that

sounds an awful lot like you,
sipowicz.

All right, now you're
getting paranoid.

The colonel: Douche bag.

Helen stoles--
apparent suicide.

A young girl.
Hate to see that.

Who found her?
Super.

Her boss stopped by off her
missing two days of work.

Where's the boss?

I got his statement
and kicked him.

You kicked him?
Yeah.

I got his info.
I could get him back.

Where'd she work?

St. Luke's hospital,
night shift clerical job.

Boss say she'd been
depressed lately?

He hadn't noticed,
but she was never talkative.

How long she work there?
One year.

She got family?
Not in town.

Boyfriend?
He didn't think so.

Why?
She was a loner.

Want me get the boss back?

I got his home, cell, pager,
height, weight,

date of birth,
astrological sign.

When it's my case,

I just generally like
to speak face-to-face

with people involved.

Sure.

Start a canvass,
see what the neighbors say?

Later.

Did you see this suicide note
on the counter?

It's a long one.

What's your take
on this hatcher?

If he stays out of my way,
I got no beef with him.

The note?

It says she was kidnapped

and held for two months
last year.

A guy drugged and raped her,
kept her starving and naked.

She didn't report it to
the police out of shame,

but she got a partial plate
on the perp's Van.

"I never saw him
when he abducted me

"or when he let me go,

"and I never got a clear look
at his face.

"I was fed through a slot
in the door,

"and I would always fall asleep
after I ate.

"When I'd wake up,
it would be hours later,

and I could tell
I'd been raped."

That was the d. O. A.'S stepmother
in waukegan.

She says she talked to Helen
two weeks ago.

She sounded normal.

Stepmom know anything about
the girl being kidnapped?

First she'd heard of it.

What about going missing
two months last year?

The stepmom said Helen was
pretty sporadic calling home,

so they wouldn't have noticed.

D.O.A. have any history
of mental illness?

None, but she did have a nasty
meth problem in high school--

two stints in rehab.

Neighbors said the d. O. A. Kept
to herself, no visitors.

Landlord said she missed last
July and August's rent.

Out of the blue she reappeared
and paid up.

She didn't say nothing
about this to anybody?

Got a hit off the partial plate
in the d. O. A.'S note.

It's a dodge Van registered to
a Paul Grady-- queens address.

Wife said he's at work,
a dry cleaners in Chelsea.

This Grady
got a record?
Nothing.

Making progress.

10 minutes he hasn't mentioned
the word.

It's just a matter of
negative conditioning.

So when-- if he says
the word again,

you got to nail him with
a quick "naughty bird."

Yeah, we're gonna be running
around like lunatics all day,

yelling "naughty bird."

We're grabbing a guy up.

Who?

I'll fill you in, sarge.

I was told downstairs
to speak to a detective.

How can we help you,
ma'am?

Something very dear to me
was stolen,

and I'm afraid I know
who took it.

Come on this way.

Detective medavoy
and detective Jones.

Veronica Lewis.

The colonel: Douche bag.

Just a talking parrot,
ma'am.

It was mistrained
at the pet store.

Naughty bird!

I'm a little embarrassed coming
here to air out family laundry.

A family member stole
something from you?

A diamond ring.

It was a gift from
my late husband.

Who is it you think
might have taken it?

My nephew Tim.

He's staying at my house
in the spare room.

His mother's in California,

and I'm trying to take care
of him until he gets work.

Is your nephew the only one
with access to the apartment?

No, I have a maid

and a handyman came through last
week, but it's Tim.

He's had his struggles.

Drugs?

Mainly, but he insists
he's clean.

I don't know.

Have you talked to him
about the ring?

He denies it.

But my maid has been with me
for 30 years,

my handyman for 20, so...

We'll have a conversation
with him.

What if it wasn't Tim?

I don't want to alienate him
or my sister.

How about
we tell your nephew

that you're not behind
the investigation,

that it's
a mandatory requirement

of the insurance company.

That would be very kind.

If you don't mind, we need you
to make out a report.

Of course.

Sit down.

This your first time in a police
station, Mr. Grady?

Yeah, you bet.

We'll make it painless
as we can.

You drive a blue dodge Van,

with...this license plate
right there?

Yes.

You the main person driving it
or other people, too?

Well, atillio,
who works for me,

he drives it sometimes--
Marcus, also.

It depends on who's doing the
deliveries on a given day.

We're a full-service laundry.
Why do you ask?

You know a woman named
Helen stoles?

I don't think so.
She says she knows you.

I don't think
I've ever heard the name.

I'm gonna show you a photograph,
Mr. Grady.

Why don't you tell me if you
recognize the woman in it?

My god.

Is that woman dead?

Yeah, and we think there's
a possibility

you had contact with her
when she was alive.

If that's the case, Mr. Grady,
we need to know now.

Study the picture
a little more.

You know...

About six months ago

this disturbed woman
came to our door

around 2:00
in the morning--

filthy, dirty, clothes all torn,
glassy-eyed.

That might be her.

She came to your door
and did what?

Asked if she could sit down
and have some water.

And you let her in?

I thought she had been
attacked.

I was gonna call the police,
but then she started screaming

and calling me all kinds
of names,

and then she just ran
out the door.

Your wife see this woman?

Absolutely. There was no
sleeping through it.

Did you ever call the police
that night?

I just wanted her out and
the door locked behind her.

I guess I should have--

especially if that's her
in the photo.

Would you mind sticking around
for a little bit?

We need to check
a few things out.

Okay.

Tim Lewis, detectives Jones
and medavoy.

Mind if we come in?

About?

Your aunt's missing ring.

She's making
an insurance claim.

She needs a police report
with interviews.

Right.

All right, come on in.

You know anything about
how the ring went missing?

Like I told her, I don't.

You have
a criminal record, Tim?

I'll bet you know
that I do.

Possession and sales.

You been getting high
lately?

Not in nine months.

You willing to take a urine test
to prove it?

Sure, but before you go
wading through my whiz,

did my aunt tell you about
the little trip to Mars

she's been on
for the last six months?

What does that mean?

My uncle died, like, five years
ago, and since then,

she's made some pretty dramatic
lifestyle changes,

and as far as the dangers
concerned with those changes,

like getting ripped off,
she's neck deep in denial.

That's the personal ad
she took out.

"Autumn spirit,
sexually liberated,

seeks partners,
any age"...

From the traffic in and out
of her bedroom,

she's had
a lot of response.

And any guy answering an ad
to bang a broad her age

doesn't exactly make him
high quality.

You get any names?

I don't know if she does.

How old is your aunt?

Late 60's.

And I'm all for her
little rebirth,

but she can't accuse me
of stealing something

50 other guys
had access to.

50 guys?

Maybe more than 50.
Honestly, I lost count.

You want to find out who took
the ring, talk to them.

All right,
we'll be in touch.

Pretty bird.

Pretty bird.

Pretty bird.

All right.

All right,
thanks, Mrs. Grady.

She confirms
what her husband said.

Girl showed up at 2:00 in
the morning, freaked out--

same story down the line.

Maybe our d. O. A. Was
drugged out, delusional,

made up the thing about Grady's
license plate,

off seeing the Van
in his driveway,

and when she knocked
on his door that night...

Our D.O.A.
I'm talking about.

Yeah, I heard you.
Maybe she made it up.

It's still pretty elaborate.

Thank you.

I got something might be
worth looking into.

A girl named Gina belle
reported being abducted

off orange street in
Brooklyn heights two years ago.

Case is still active.

She got abducted?
That it?

She said she was held for a few
weeks, drugged, raped.

She lives on Clinton.

We'll get her in.

Maybe Rita and me could--

we got it.

But widen out the net
to Jersey and Connecticut.

Anything pops with a similar
m. O., it's all yours.

Done.

We're leaving again.
We'll be back.

Have a seat, miss belle.

Could I ask why you're looking
into my case now...

So long after it happened?

We found similar circumstances
in another case.

Another girl?
It's possible.

We need to hear what happened
to you to be sure.

Your report said you were
abducted in Brooklyn?

I worked
for a printing company.

Walking home, a car
pulled up next to me.

I really didn't even
notice it,

and then there was a wet rag
over my face

that smelled
sort of sweet.

And I woke up
in a dark room.

Did you see the man
who grabbed you?
No.

Do you remember what kind
of car he drove?

I never really saw it.

Can you describe the room
that you were held in?

It was a long time ago--
dark, concrete floor.

I just can't think
of anything else.

When you were picked up
by the police,

you told them you were held
for at least two weeks.

Right, but I was a little
panicked, I think.

I'm embarrassed to say it,
but I may have exaggerated.

So it was more like...

Two days...Maybe.

Were you sexually assaulted?

I don't think so, no.

Your rape kit indicated
you were.

Well, if it did happen,

it must've been when I
was asleep, drugged.

But I don't remember any kind
of sexual assault.

You remember being picked up
by the police?

I woke up in an alley,
and I just sort of got up

and found someone
to call a cop.

Police report said you were
found wandering

naked, disoriented.

Right. That's right.

I'm not trying to downplay
what happened

because it was
a scary experience,

but I was pretty young,

and I think I made it into
something it wasn't.

Still we'd like to show you

a photo array
of possible suspects.

I never got much look
at the man.

Something might come up.
We'll be right back.

When Tim said 50 men,
I'm sure he said it spitefully.

But really, it's not
too terribly far off.

Have they all been
to your apartment?

Not all.
Sometimes I go to theirs,

or we go to a hotel
or a motel.

Do you have names
and addresses?

Yeah, exactly how much do
you get to know

about these men
b-before...

As much as can be gleaned

during a dinner or a lunch
or coffee,

and, then there's sometimes
a look in his eye,

and I know it's right.

So why muddle it
with a lot of chatter?

Women get to a certain age,

and the culture
just gives up on US.

Since no one was knocking
at my door,

I threw up a flag,

and it was a good thing
I did, too.

It's afforded me some amazing
sexual experiences

with some amazing men.

Is there a possibility one
of them took the ring?

If I had thought that,

I would've said it
when I came in.

I've got nothing to hide.

Still, and we're not ruling
him out,

but your nephew taking the ring
and him being so available

doesn't fit the
standard profile.

Neither does his willingness
to take a drug test.

I really don't want to drag
anyone in here unjustly.

But...

This may take a while.

Sure.

Gina belle
couldn't I. D. Grady.

We got another
abduction case--

Martha henstridge,
Jersey city--

grabbed off the street
and held for a month.

It's all yours.

Excellent.

Rita...

I'll sit on him.

Officer grafton.

Actually,
I'm back to vecchio.

What brings you?

You got a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Scott granted the divorce,
so that's moving along.

Good.

A couple months back,
I put in for a transfer

to get further away
from Scott's precinct.

Yesterday I got word
it came through.

Anyway,
I got transferred here.

Good.

You all right with it?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

You calling early intervention
got a lot of the cops talking.

And I'm the first one
to stand up and say

it was the smartest thing
anyone could have done,

but my being at the 15th might
bring that kind of talk here.

I got no problem with it.

You know how cops can be.

Yeah, I do know,
and I got no problem with it.

Good, 'cause I'm looking
forward to the transfer.

See you around the house.

I was in the west village
about 11:00 at night,

walking back from dinner.

A man grabbed me from behind,

and I guess
he must've injected me

with some kind of sedative
'cause I went right out.

And where'd you wake up?

In this man's basement.
It was like a torture chamber.

Like torture instruments?
Could you be specific.

There was a table with
restraints on it,

handcuffs chained
to the wall.

He'd bring in a bamboo cane

that he'd use to beat
the back of my legs.

It was medieval.

You mentioned being held
almost a month.

How were you fed?

Through a slot in the door.

I'd eat,
then wake up very sore,

sexually violated,
bruised.

Was there anyone else involved
or just the one man?

Sometimes I did hear a second
voice through the wall,

but he was
the only one I saw.

You saw the man's face?

Once...for a second.

When I finally figured out
the food was drugged,

I stopped eating,
hoping to escape.

He opened the door,
and I saw him in the light.

Then he closed the door
right away

and came back with a mask on
and a taser gun.

He subdued me and gave me
an injection,

and then he raped me.

Well, if you don't mind me
saying,

you're very open
about this.

Lots of therapy
and group counseling,

and now I help
other victims.

Bless you for that.

Um, could you tell US
if you see him here?

My god.

My god.

Gentlemen.

Come here, Paul.
Sit down.

You know the name
Martha henstridge?
No.

Maybe you don't bother
with names?

All you need is a limp,
drugged-out body to torture.

You've got me confused
with somebody else.

You were identified, Paul.

You snatched her off the street,
held her for six weeks.

I-I'm totally baffled
by all this.

We are gonna go
to your house,

we're gonna scour
your kidnap Van,

we'll gather mountains
of evidence against you,

so talk now
or be buried by it.

I'm a dry cleaner.

That's why I have a Van,
not to kidnap people.

You were identified!

That means you are
under arrest.

That means you could take
your shot at a trial

or give US an explanation
of why you kidnapped this woman

and raped her
and tortured her

so we can find some way

to present you
as a decent human being.

Then we'll talk about
Helen stoles...

I already said
I don't know her.

...who told the exact same story
as Martha henstridge--

kidnapped in your Van,
held in your dungeon.

Only Helen told the story
in a suicide note.

Yeah, you drove her
to suicide, Paul.

How do you think a judge
is gonna look at that?

That woman in the photo
you showed me,

she committed suicide?

Are we getting through now?

It's not just rape
and kidnapping!

Now you're looking
at a murder.

I'm not saying
I did anything,

but how could a suicide
ever be considered murder?

Anytime someone dies
as a result of a crime,

it's felony murder.

I need a minute to think.

Great. We'll use that time
to search your house.

You don't have my permission
for that.

I think we'll be able to get
a warrant. Let's go.

You know Veronica Lewis,
Jonathan?

Yes.

Have you seen her
recently?
Last week.

Where?

Her apartment.

What's Veronica saying
that I did?

A piece of her jewelry
went missing,

so we're talking to some
of her acquaintances.

Specifically the ones
with criminal records.

What I did
was not criminal.

I'm an actor.
It was a performance piece.

What we got here
is indecent exposure.

Maybe you shouldn't
have been performing

so close to a high school.

Either way, I didn't take
any of Veronica's jewelry.

Do you support yourself
with your performance?

I also teach yoga.

But a little subsidy
wouldn't hurt--

like a $15,000 diamond ring.

I didn't take the ring.

I would never take from someone
who's given me so much.

What, like a few dollars here
or there for the companionship?

She's never given me a dime.

What she has given me

are my most spiritual and
uplifting sexual experiences.

Really?

Contact yoga--
full-contact yoga.

Tantric love lust.

"Kama sutric" bending.

It's not a relationship
I'm looking to burn.

Are you in debt?
No.

Gambling problem?
No, I've got money
in the bank.

You mind sticking around
while we confirm that?

I can't imagine
I have much choice.

No, you don't.

"Kama sutric" bending?

Later.

Sipowicz:
Doorway here, locked.

Clark: Slot in the door.

Take it.

Cuffs on the wall.

Bed with restraints.

Exactly what Martha henstridge
described.

This guy's wife backed up
his story

about our d. O. A. Coming
to the door acting crazy?

Yeah, she laid it out
same as he did.

Yeah, so she's covering
for him.

Where is she?

Neighbor said
she's at work.

It'd be my honor
to bring her in.

Yeah, okay. Just bring her in
and get her stowed.

Got it.

Unreal.

Have a seat, Mr. Longano.

We've got some questions
about you and Veronica Lewis.

Okay.

You been seeing her
socially?
Yeah.

She know you got
a criminal record?

No.

Something of hers
went missing.

I haven't stolen anything
in 17 years.

How do you earn a living?

I'm...

I'm between gigs
right now.

Robbery record,
out of work.

I didn't take anything
from Veronica.

Look, she's not looking
to press charges.

She just wants it
returned.

Is that right?

Why you all smug?

Look, I like Veronica.
She's a wildcat.

But I think she's trying
to take you off.

What does that mean?

Maybe looking
to scam insurance

on whatever this thing is
you're talking about.

I think she's the one
in debt.

Where do you get that?

She pinched my credit card
and some bills off my roll.

When?
It was last week.

I slept at her place
on Saturday,

and Tuesday I noticed my visa
was missing and 100 bucks.

Well, if you hadn't bothered
counting, Mr. Longano,

that's three days later.

As far as I could,
I traced it back to her.

The credit-card company

say there was activity
on the stolen card?

Nah, just that they were
investigating.

Look, she doesn't work,
her husband's dead five years.

Maybe she just ran short
of cash.

It happens.

What the--

what the hell happened?

I have nothing to say
to you madmen.

Who did this to you?
I have nothing to say.

Paul, what did the guy
look like?

I want to talk to a lawyer
right now!!

Get him dressed.

Andy, we got Grady's wife
in interview three.

Where's hatcher?

I haven't seen him.

Since when?

Since we got the wife stowed
20 minutes ago.

What'd he do?

Get your sorry ass
in here.

What the hell
were you thinking?

I had that dungeon
in my head

and what he'd done
to those girls.

I guess I just lost it.
You lost it.

I looked in on him, and he
had this smug expression,

so I wanted to show him
how they'd felt.

Whoa.

What did I say about learning
how this squad works?

How are you doing that

by smacking around my suspect
and stripping him down?!

Like I said,
I just lost it.

He is shut down now.
He's lawyered up.

Martha henstridge,
who I found,

who got Grady I. D.'Ed,
said she'd testify.

Martha henstridge could be
taking a powder right now.

She could be hit by a bus.

Grady was gonna talk.
You shut him down!

Yeah, well,
my wife got murdered,

so I don't like seeing women
preyed on, okay?

It's a button and sometimes
I can't stop myself.

When was this?

Eight years ago.
A car bombing.

Off a case?

A dealer I'd locked up--
his boys.

They were after her or...

Me. My car.

I blocked hers
in the driveway.

She had to go to the market.

I still wake up
in cold sweats,

feeling guilty as hell,
responsible.

All right, take a minute.

Work the rest of the day
at your desk.

But stay away from
the interview rooms.

Detective sipowicz.

Could you please explain why
my house is being searched?

Yeah, the dungeon
in your basement,

and wide-eyed ignorant

is not how you're gonna want
to play this.

What dungeon?

You don't know nothing
about it?

I have no idea.

You husband spend much time
in the basement

with young women
he brought in unconscious?

But that's what he does.

You're gonna need to explain
what you just said.

I don't think
I can tell you.

Shouldn't you be talking
to the FBI?

Ma'am, have you spent some time
in a hospital recently--

an institution?

I'm not crazy.

My husband has a confidential
position in--

I don't know if I can talk
about this.

If you don't, he's under arrest
and you're under arrest,

and it'll never get explained.

My husband is a deprogrammer
for the government.

And what does
a deprogrammer do?

When someone's
been brainwashed

by a foreign government
or a cult,

he sorts them out.

With handcuffs and whips
and dildos?

Is that what's down there?
I had no idea.

You're lying to US.

I'm not. I swear.

You knew what your husband
was doing with those girls.

He said it was work.

You know how many women
he brought in,

how long he kept them,
and what he did to them.

I never saw anything.
He wouldn't let me down there.

You had to know or you
wouldn't have lied to US

and backed up your
husband's story

about a disheveled woman

showing up at your door
six months ago.

He made me say that.

I tried to go
in the basement once,

and he beat me so badly.

He whipped me with a piece
of wire all over my body.

I nearly bled to death.

Are there any records
of that--

a hospital visit,
police report?

He wouldn't let me go
to a hospital.

He handcuffed me to the bed
for two weeks.

I just laid there praying
I wouldn't die.

And if I even asked him

about what he was doing
in the basement,

he would hit me in the mouth,
he'd kick me.

He even burnt me
with an iron once!

But you knew he wasn't
deprogramming anyone.

You knew what he was doing down
there was wrong,

and you didn't call
the police.

He threatened to kill me.

I didn't know what to do.

Please help me.

Crime scene got something
you need to see.

All right, here we are.
What's up?

You know a Bob longano,
Tim?

He's one of your aunt's
new friends.

Don't know the name

but, like I said,
he's one of many, so...

You didn't see Bob
last Saturday?

He slept over,
left his coat on the couch?

Didn't see him
or his coat.

You ever been to l. J. Stereo
on Houston and third?

No.

No? 'Cause last purchase made
on Bob longano's credit card

before he reported it stolen
was made at that store

by a guy who fit
your description.

Wasn't me.

They're pulling the security
tape now to prove that it was.

You back using drugs?
No.

Then why'd you steal
the credit card and cash?

I didn't take her ring.

Who do you owe money to?
I don't owe money.

You must or you'd realize

that the only way you're
staying out of jail

is by giving the ring back.

We're gonna find out where
you ditched the ring.

Then you're going to jail.

Or get it to US right now

and your aunt said she'll
get you back in rehab.

Did she?
That's real sweet.

Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Did you fence the ring?

Pawned it.
Where?

First and bowery.

You didn't think this
would get back to you?

I thought
she'd get embarrassed

that your looking into
her slutting around

and she'd just drop it.

Slutting around?
That's a little harsh

for the woman who's giving
you free room and board.

You ever been around someone
who's happy when you're not?

Somebody's who's been able

to completely transform
their life

into this insane fairy tale,
and you can't--

you can't get away
from your own past?

Makes you a little bitter.

Work on it in rehab.

I just don't know what else
to tell you.

We found a basement dungeon
in queens

where a guy was holding women
and torturing them.

Really?

This was found there.

It got washed down the drain
in the middle of the floor,

but the clasp hooked onto
the grating.

Inscribed with a birthday
and "love, mom."

I don't know whose this is.

Is that your birthday?

It is but...

It was a gift from your mom,
wasn't it?

We understand you're not being
honest with US earlier

in order to avoid having
to relive

what happened
in that basement.

I told you nothing happened...
Very little.

If you don't tell US
the truth now,

this guy may not go away
for very long.

We only have one victim
who can testify.

And that will get this guy
a sentence of eight years,

but he'll be out in five.

If we can establish a pattern,
though, he'll never get out.

Do you want what happened to you
done to somebody else?

Of course not.

Then help US.

Maybe--

I was there longer
than two days?

How long do you think?

Maybe a week?

Three weeks.

Were you
sexually assaulted?

Yes.

My god.
It's all right.

No. No, it's not.

Did you ever see his face?

He was one of the men in
the pictures you showed me.

He assaulted you?

He humiliated me.

He raped me...

Put things inside me.

Was he alone when he did it?

Sometimes there was
a woman.

What does she look like?

I don't know.

Would you recognize her
if you saw her again?

I don't know. I don't know.

But she was definitely there,
participating?

She did everything
that he did.

My god.

My god.

We got another girl who's gonna
testify against your husband.

Lord.

She's also gonna testify
that you were involved.

Me?

What does that mean?
Involved how?

With the torture, the sex.

No, no, no, no.
That's just not accurate.

She saw your face.

She remembers what you did
to her.

Well, the girl is lying

or you put ideas
into her head.

Right.

I was beaten the same
as those girls.

I was raped.
I feared for my life.

Why am I being treated
like a criminal?

Testify against
your husband.

It could get time off
your sentence.

But you playing victim
ain't gonna work.

Paul brought home girls.

They'd been drugged.

He put them
in the basement,

then he'd go down there
and come up hours later,

sometimes covered
in blood.

When I asked him
what he was doing,

he said he was
a deprogrammer.

No, no, no.
We're way past this.

And when I said
I didn't believe him,

he beat me and threatened
my life.

Get to how you participated
in the torture.

Never. I never did.

Do you understand?

We have a girl who saw you--
a girl with no reason to lie!

She is lying because
I was never down there!

I will tell you who the girls
were that my husband kidnapped

and how long he kept them,
but I will never tell you

that I had anything to do with
what happened in the basement.

I am sick with guilt

that I didn't do more
to help those girls,

but I was scared
for my life.

And that's all
I'm gonna say.

Thank god.

Just as you remember it?
Exactly.

The kerchief's clean,
so you know.

I'm sure it is.

And as far as charges
against your nephew,

if you still have a mind
not to file and opt for rehab,

there's some recommendations
I could make.

I spoke to his mother,

and she has a center set
for him in California.

There you go.
That's for the best.

I think so, too.

Well...

I can't thank you enough.

You've handled this matter
with such grace--

you and detective Jones.

Please tell him
I said thank you.

I will, absolutely.

Well, is there anything else
you need me for--

papers to sign?

Anything you'd like
to talk about?

Well, if something comes to
mind, you have my number.

You really do have
a sweetness, detective.

I could tell that the first
second I saw you.

Gina belle saw a photo array
with Susan Grady in it?

But she couldn't I. D.

It's got to be
worth something

that she identified there
was a female present.

There's only one woman
it could have been.

You know it. I know it.
But without a clear I. D.,

and with Susan Grady playing up
the battered wife...

She'll make an immunity deal
for testimony.

He'll go away forever.
You can take comfort in that.

Yeah.

I'll be in touch.

If the husband hadn't
lawyered up,

we might have gotten him
to turn on the wife

and played them off
each other,

maybe found out why the hell
all this happened

in the first place,
which now we never will.

I'm gonna get Grady
to central booking.

I blew it bad.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I lost a wife, too.

She was an a.D.A.
She got shot in court.

That's awful.

I was mad about it
a long time.

I'm still mad about it.

But I learned it's got
to have its place.

I try to not let what happened
to Marcy get into the work,

but sometimes--

you want to keep yourself
emotionally involved,

but when it sours the case
to the victim,

your reasons don't matter.

I know.

Go easy on yourself, hatcher.
It'll make you a better cop.

Why don't you go home?
I'll see you tomorrow.

Bird in there?

He is-- going home.

He'll be missed.

I hear the sarcasm in that,
sipowicz.

And if it was you who
taught him that word,

I'll just say you won the
battle but not the war

'cause I'll have his vocabulary
cleaned out in a week.

You're missing the point.
That bird don't belong here.

I can put in my office
whatever I see fit.

Plaques and tchotchkes,
yeah.

But not some bird
who disrupts the environment.

Old man sipowicz just
don't like to adjust.

Gibson, nobody needs to be
squawked at so loud

they flinch and damn near pull
their gun

or reach for the phone 10 times
and there's no one there

because the colonel has learned
how to mimic the ring.

I never had my own
enclosed work space,

and I always had an idea

of what it would be like
if I did.

Maybe I went too far
too fast.

Maybe.

I'll work on it.

Taru might be able to put
that "pretty bird"

you been saying all day
onto a tape-recorded loop.

That way you can just leave it
in with him overnight

and get him
fully cleaned out.

You just now
come up with that?

Sarge.

The colonel: Douche bag.

I know, I know.

Detective.

I'm so glad you called.

Yeah, yeah.

Can I get something
for you?

Herbal tea, please.

So, do you generally call the
women involved in your cases?

Never once.

Why me?

You...

Pardon me.

I-I don't know
if you noticed,

but I-I sometimes have a bit
of a-a stammer.

Take your time.

You're a very open person.

I try to be.

And I was really
just calling to ask

if maybe sometime
you wouldn't mind,

going out and having
a-a drink?

You called to ask me out
in order to ask me out?

What i-- what I was really
trying to ask is--

detective, I've got, what,
15 years on you?

About that.

I'm gonna tell you something

I should have learned
15 years ago.

Okay.

We're adults.

We are.

Consenting, vibrant,
intelligent adults.

Yes.

We can converse freely
without ego or pretense.

There's no need for games.

I agree.

Detective,
do you want to have sex?

You seem deep in thought.

Yeah.

I sense you're
a little conflicted?

Maybe.

You got your bell rung.

That you know.
You know you liked it.

No doubt.

But still
you're uncomfortable.

Confused.

Detective...

I devoted many years
to complicating my life,

but it's about simplicity--
simplifying life.

You're a remarkable woman.

And you're a remarkable man.

And if it wouldn't be
too much to ask,

would a young buck
like yourself

have another go-around in him
for an old broad like me?

I'll do my best, ma'am.

Mmmmm.