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Hey, you look lousy.

Yeah, I'm a little rough
around the edges at 4:00 a.m.

- What do we got?
- DOA. Peter Schelzo, 27, shot in the head.

Uh, he was one of the owners
along with his uncle.

- Any witnesses?
- So far, nobody saw anything.

A lot of customers though, you know,
in the closet.

They don't want to give their names.

That's the uncle
and body's back over here.

Hey, how you doing?

Looks like somebody got their merit badge
in knot tying.

You know,
my first homicide 15 years ago,

the shooter tied up
the victim just like this,

wrists, elbows, legs, and ankles,
with one pair of panty hose.

Leon Nadeau was the guy's name.

You want to interview the uncle?

Yeah. Yeah.

The bouncer went to the hospital
to get checked out

He gave the dead guy mouth-to-mouth.

He thinks he might've swallowed
some blood.

Did you get his name?

Uh, yeah. He's gonna come to the squad.

Check and see
if security cameras got anything.

CSU's on it.
There's one over the cash register,

another on the front door,
and one in the back in the office.

Hey, Andy, you wanna see that
blonde chick that found the body?

- Yeah.
- She's a sex change.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

She does a lounge act here.

- No.
- Yeah.

The uncle's coming in.
Uh, he said they cleaned out the safe.

- All right, I'll get back to you.
- Okay.

Here's the first one at the body...

- a former male.
- Is that right? Yeah, nice job.

Hi, Detective Simone and Sipowicz.
We understand you found the victim?

How could anybody do
a terrible thing like this?

Yeah, it's a big world.

When I first saw Peter
all tied up like that,

I'm thinking Mapplethorpe, fine.

Then I realized he's been shot
and I just started screaming.

Then everybody else came in
and then they started screaming.

It was like a passion play.

Chaz, ignoring all the blood and vomit,

refusing to take death as an answer.

Desperately blowing breath
into poor Peter's chest...

Can we get your name, ma'am?

Candace La Rue.
Please don't call me Candy.

Candace, we're gonna need you to come down
to the station house with us.

Do I have time to fix my face
before we go?

Yeah. Sure.

Because right now, darlings,
this puss is a felony.

Happy new year.

What happened, Lieutenant?

Hospital sent us home. False labor.

Is that a new scent?

No. That's someone
from the gay bar homicide.

She's about to be interviewed.

You know, you'd think a person

that spent all that money
on her appearance...

would at least spring
for a better perfume.

See, as a gender dysphoric person,
people expect me to camp it up in my act.

You know, Carol Channing.
But that's not what I'm about.

Holiday audiences expect the traditional.
I give it to them.

I start with "The Little Drummer Boy"
and end with...

What child is this...

Candace, uh, what time was it
when you last saw Peter Schelzo alive?

I'd just finished my second set.

I went back to the office
to get my paycheck.

- About two-ish.
- Two-ish.

- About two-ish.
- Two-ish.

Mm-hmm. Peter paid me. I asked him
for a bigger mirror in my dressing room.

He said he'd think about it.
And next time I saw him...

he was... Well, you know.

Did you see anyone
at the club that seemed suspicious?

Honey, on drag night,
everyone looks a little shady.

What can you tell me about the bouncer?

Chaz? Sagittarius.
Uh, very good on the door.

Polite but firm.
Sees me to a cab every night.

Did Peter ever have any problems with him?

Peter never had problems with anybody.
He was a love.

Detective, am I a suspect in this murder?

No, Candace. You were observed onstage.
You couldn't be in two places at once.

Can I tell you my theory
about what happened?

Sure.

Well, I'm a crime buff.
Novels. Not the real thing, Lord knows.

I think Peter might've
met up with a new friend

- who played with bondage and discipline.
- Did you see him with anyone?

Not specifically, no,
but whoever this person was

probably tied Peter up,
a little too tight, a little too long,

then tried to cover up
an unintended tragedy

by making it look like robbery.

Okay, Candace.
Thanks for your cooperation.

Of course, it's also possible

that he got mixed up
with some sadistic little leather boy

who gets off on this sort of thing.

Yeah, well, we'll have to look
into all that.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Mr. Schelzo, did your nephew
have any money problems?

- You know, any big debts?
- Are you kidding?

You own a gay bar, you own a bank.

The disposable income those people have...
Two salaries, no kids.

We had a positive cash flow
our second month.

Does anyone, uh,

benefit financially
from your nephew's death?

- No.
- Do you?

You're not accusing me, I hope.

Right now, I'm just trying
to understand the situation,

see who could've had a possible motive.

Never mind that Peter
was my own flesh and blood.

I happen to be a good businessman.
People came to that bar

because of Peter.

He was one of them. He lived the life.

Actually, I was looking
to become less involved.

Thinking about retirement?

No. Peter and I were in the middle

of taking over La Fontana.
It's over on Hester Street.

We lent the owner of the joint some money
and he wasn't taking care of business.

Besides you and Peter,
who else had keys to the premises?

- Our security guy.
- What's his name?

Chaz Hildum and Kira had keys.

She's a lesbian girl. Rents the place out
two nights a week.

- Yeah, we're gonna be talking to her.
- Let me ask you something.

Would it help... if I posted a reward?

Wouldn't hurt. But rewards tend
to bring out the creeps

looking for a payday.

Still, it's something I would like to do
to honor the memory of my nephew.

I understand.

Does the name Leon Nadeau
mean anything to you?

No. Should it?

Shot in the dark is all.

All right. Thanks for your time,
Mr. Schelzo.

- You'll keep yourself available, huh?
- Yeah.

Some Gypsies ran a scam
on an old neighbor of mine,

a Mrs. Schnitzler.

- Uh, they took her for 3,000 dollars.
- Yeah?

Give it to the Special Frauds.

Well... well, they're backed up
over there.

And I... I kind of told her
I'd look into it for her.

- Uh, you mind if I run with the ball?
- Run how?

Well, uh, they moved from the place
where they took her off,

but she thinks
she might've seen 'em three blocks over,

at storefront, at Third and "B".

I'll use my own flash money.

If I could just get a little backup,
you know, for when I go in for the pop.

Yeah. All right.

That's my wife.

Uh, she... she's got you
on a baby beeper, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah. Is it time?

Well, yeah, of course it works.
The batteries are brand-new.

Don't scare me like that.

All right.

Me, too.

Trial run.

Tense times, huh, Lieutenant?

Well, thanks.

Andy.

- Yeah, what's up, Dan?
- Danny's out walking the streets again.

- How would you know what Danny's doing?
- I've seen him.

You promised
you were gonna stay away from him, Dan.

I watch from across the park.
I can tell he's not on his medication.

You said you were gonna look after him
and you're not doing it.

I'm doing the best I can.
I check on him every couple days.

You don't spend enough time with him.
You go, you're out in ten minutes, tops.

What are you doing, Dan?

Are you standing out there all day long?

- We're talking about my son.
- No. We're talking about you.

You're putting your life in danger
being anywhere near that kid.

I'll agree to stay away.
But I want your commitment

you'll bring him back to the apartment
and see he gets his pills.

I'll see to that, Dan.
But I'm working a homicide.

I... I can't leave right this minute.

I'll have the uniforms locate Dan
and then they'll call me.

And then you'll go see him.

Yeah, I'll be in touch.
Why don't you go home now, Dan? Go ahead.

All right. All right.

Dan.

You make sure you go home.

The source of your wife's
wandering spirit...

is most likely...

death-ridden monies.

That's why I hear her voice
in the middle of the night?

When your wife died,
did you benefit financially?

- There was some insurance money.
- I need to see some bills.

What do you got with you?

Oh, uh, let's see.

- I got 94 dollars.
- Give it here.

Yeah. All right.

- What is it?
- This is unclean.

- What does that mean?
- Your wife's spirit is warning you.

The inheritance must be cleansed.

What'll happen?
Should I stop using the money?

I just bought my girlfriend
a new microwave.

It could kill her.

I'll be right back.

- Sweet god!
- You see yourself.

Now this money's clean.

- What else is there?
- Um...

I... I have about 1,500 dollars in cash.
Uh, the rest is tied up in investments.

Cleansing the cash
will prevent immediate danger, but, uh...

then you got to liquidate the investments
and bring me that money,

or it's all going to be in vain.

Where is the 1,500?

- At home.
- Bring it here, quickly.

Or bad things will befall those you love.

- I'll go right home.
- The situation is perilous.

I'd run.

Thanks.

I'll be back.

Do you remember seeing anybody
leave Buddy's agitated or in a hurry?

Last night was pretty mellow.

I heard there was some ecstasy
in the house.

- How long you worked at this bar?
- Three years.

I run the coat check.
And on Tuesdays and Thursdays,

my lover and I produce
"Lipstick Venus," you know, women only.

We split the dough
with Peter and his uncle.

They keep the bar.

Peter gave us a shot, you know,
it turned out to be good for everybody.

So he was a straight shooter
in his business dealings.

He's done right by me and Kayla, yeah.

Yeah, as far as you know,
did he have any enemies to your knowledge?

Besides Jesse Helms,
none that I know of.

Peter was an all-around great guy.

- He have a boyfriend?
- Dozens.

You know how promiscuous men are,
gay or straight.

Any of these romances
end badly to your knowledge?

Look, just because I'm a lesbian,

doesn't mean I have a clue
about what goes on

in the mind of a gay boy.

We party together,

but we go home to very different planets.
See what I'm saying?

He get into any rough stuff
that you might know of?

Anything involving a man is rough stuff
in my book.

Okay, when will he be back in town?

Right.

Okay, have him call Detective Sipowicz
or Simone at the 15th Detective Squad.

Right. Thanks.

- What's up?
- Guy who owns that Italian restaurant

the uncle was investing in is in Florida.
He's due back in the morning.

I checked with, uh, Corrections. That guy,
Leon Nadeau, he's still in the can.

- Who?
- The old case I was telling you about.

- Hello.
- Hi.

My name is Chaz Hildum.
I'm here to see a Detective Sipowicz.

- The bouncer.
- Detective?

Yes.

I got a message that you want
to talk to me.

Yeah, um, Detective Sipowicz and Simone.
We're working the case.

- Nice to meet you.
- Appreciate you coming in.

- Everything okay at the hospital?
- Yeah. Look, at the club this morning,

I told the other officer everything
I know.

Yeah, why don't you bring us up to
speed here? Just come on in over here.

Nice boots.

So you're in charge of security
at that bar, huh?

Yeah. I work the door,
throw out the drunks,

make sure no one gets out of line
in the bathrooms.

- You lock up after closing?
- Usually.

You turn on the security cameras,
Chaz?

Um, me or Peter would,
depending on who got there first.

I guess Peter won't be
doing that anymore.

So who got there first last night?

Peter.

So, Peter turned on the security cameras?

Yeah, I assume he did.
I mean, I asked him about it.

And he said it was taken care of.

I gotta be honest
with you here, Chaz.

We're running into some bad luck
on this investigation.

You see, the camera in the office
wasn't turned on,

and that's where the murder took place.

- Peter must have forgotten.
- Or maybe somebody turned it off.

- What do you get paid, Chaz?
- 75 dollars a night.

- So you work another job?
- No.

You're not trade, are you, Chaz?

A little hustling on the side,
pay for those new boots?

- No.
- That was really something, huh?

Him trying to get Peter back
breathing again after they found him shot.

- I know CPR.
- Back of the guy's head was blown off,

his throat full of vomit and blood,

- and you give him mouth-to-mouth.
- So what's your point?

That "he-she" Candace,
now she says you're a true hero.

Myself...

I wonder maybe, uh,

you're trying to show everyone
how shocked and surprised you are,

how broken up you are about Peter.

So you're saying I'm a suspect
because I tried to save his life?

You were in charge of security, Chaz.

Now, the camera
in your boss's office was disconnected

and your boss got whacked.

- I gotta look at you a little bit.
- Oh, this is nuts!

Oh, we know that you didn't pull
the trigger,

because witnesses saw you working
the door all night.

- I didn't have anything to do with it!
- Suppose somebody gave you

a few dollars to turn that camera off.

Or maybe leave the back door unlocked.

There's no way that you're gonna think
it's anything more than a robbery.

If that's the way
it went down, Chaz,

get it front of it now
and just tell us who hired you.

Otherwise, it's 25 to life, Chaz,

and upstate,
you don't get to pick your boyfriends.

God.

I wasn't involved with this.

Now, if you want to hold me
for more questioning,

I want to talk to an attorney.

- He was in on it.
- We don't have dick to hold him on, Andy.

Detective, the front desk just called.

Some uniforms in a sector car
just located Danny Breen.

Uh, tell 'em to pick him up.
Meet me in front of 218 Twelfth Street.

I gotta do this.
You want to cut Chaz loose?

Yeah, otherwise he's gonna lawyer up.

This is all of it, the entire 1,500.

Boy, I hope this works.

The smoke
from the candle will cleanse the money.

Your wife's spirit won't have anything
more to worry about,

in terms of this money.

Then you gotta bring me the rest of it.

Do not open the bundle
for 60 days.

What'll happen?

You will double the threat to you
and your loved ones.

Sixty days is a long time.
I got needs.

Uh, maybe you could do
a little extra hocus-pocus,

- kinda speed things up.
- You fail to understand.

If the money sees light
before two cycles of the moon have passed,

not only will the threat be doubled,
but the money itself will be worthless.

It is not in my power to change that.

Boy, this must be some unclean cash, huh?

It'll... it'll be worthless, huh?

- Yes.
- You mean, like, it'll... What?

Change into a newspaper
or something like that?

- It'll be worthless.
- Uh-huh.

Yeah, so is that what happened
to Dolores Schnitzler?

- Did... did she open the money too soon?
- Who the hell are you?

Because, you know, she waited the 60 days,

and still, all she got was newspaper.

You know? Just like this, huh?

- Just like this!
- Stevie, Juan.

- Backup. Now.
- Son of a bitch.

New York City Police. You're under arrest.

- Get your hands up against the wall.
- Turn around!

Come on. Gimme your hands.

Hands behind your back.
Come on.

- What have we here?
- All right, turn around.

That's it.

Here we go.

- All right, let's go.
- What did she say?

She spit on you. You're cursed, pal.

Let's go.

- Yeah.
- What is it, Bobby?

Lieu, this bouncer is hip-deep, man.

We just didn't have enough
to hold him, though.

What else you looking at?

We're bringing in a guy
named Mauro Graciale.

He runs a restaurant
that these people invested in.

He's into them for some cash, so, uh,

you know,
I think it's worth a conversation.

Okay.

Baby's about due, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm excited.
You know what it's going to be?

Boy. We've got two daughters,
eleven and 14.

I'm...

a little worried about my wife.

What, she's, uh, had a tough pregnancy?

It was a difficult delivery last time.

They're watching her real closely.

I just can't help feeling
I've put her in harm's way.

Yeah, well, I'm sure
she don't feel like that.

Come on, Lieu, you're gonna be walking
in here with cigars soon.

Yeah. Yeah, I hope so.

- Night.
- ARTHUR Yeah. Night.

- He give you any trouble?
- He's stoned. He stinks of reefer.

- Hey, listen, thanks.
- No problem.

Come on, Danny.

- I'm wasted.
- Yeah. Let's go inside, all right?

Danny. Danny, where's your medicine?
Hmm? Where's you medicine?

It's here.

Where here? It's not in the cupboard
where you used to keep it.

Where is it?
In the bedroom, bathroom?

- Where is it?
- Bedroom.

All right, I'm gonna get it
and I want you to take some, all right?

You gotta keep
these windows open once in a while.

Okay, here.

Here. Come on, take it.

Take your medicine. Come on.

Come on, Danny. Take it.

You got to remember
to take your medication, Danny.

- Okay? You got to remember that.
- Uh-huh.

And I don't want you smoking marijuana.

That's against the law.
You can get arrested for that.

- Do you understand?
- Okay.

I, uh... I saw you had
some baseball pictures

in the other room there.

Do you like baseball?

- I used to play baseball.
- You follow any teams,

- Yankees, Mets?
- Mets are on strike.

Yeah. Of course, they all are.

All right, look, I'm going to take off.

Can I get you anything?

You want me to make you a sandwich?

- All the bread's poisoned.
- No, there's uh...

- there's some fresh bread here, Danny.
- It's poisoned, too.

No, it's not. Come on, Danny.

All right. Take care.

I'll be checking in, all right?

Can I help you?

I'm here to see Detective Medavoy.

Detective Medavoy.

- I'm Detective Medavoy.
- My name is Herman Costello.

Oh, right. Uh, this way.

You've got all my children in jail.

Uh, you mean the fleecing team
of Ramona, Stevie, and Juan,

who tried to take me off for 1,500 bucks?

You must have entrapped them.

We have the whole thing on tape,
Mr. Costello, so, uh, spare me any talk.

This is it. I'll be checking in.

- I'll keep a good thought, Lieutenant.
- Where do they stand?

Well...

Let's see, uh,

the sons will be ROR'ed in arraignment.
Uh, unless there's a further development,

your daughter's looking at time.

- What kind of further development?
- I don't know, uh,

maybe some offer of restitution
to a prior victim.

My daughter said...

you mentioned a, uh, Dolores Schnitzler
when you arrested her.

Suppose Mrs. Schnitzler got a...

- couple thousand dollars back.
- She got taken for 3,000.

If she got three, uh,
would that get my daughter out?

Mr. Costello, are you offering
to make 3,000 dollars restitution?

Detective, is that a rash
around your neck?

Let's stay on the subject,
okay, Mr. Costello?

Are you offering to give
Mrs. Schnitzler back her 3,000 dollars?

The reason I bring up the rash,

my daughter's words are very powerful.

Did she mention anything
to you about a curse?

Mr. Costello, that is a cul-de-sac.

I am not a person who responds to threats,
implied or otherwise.

If I talk to the district attorney
about your daughter's plea arrangement,

it's because you're offering restitution
to a prior aggrieved party,

and... and... and not out of concern
for some half-assed curse.

I'll put the 2,500 together.

It's 3,000, and I'll be in touch.

Have a seat. Thanks for coming in.

I understand you've been down
in Miami, Mr. Graciale.

- Yeah. Just flew in.
- Hell of a sunburn, huh?

Wait till I start to peel.

Did you hear about Peter Schelzo's murder?

Oh, yeah. Horrible. Real shame.
He was a nice kid.

So, what do you think?
Some fag go on a rampage or what?

You're a business associate
of Peter Schelzo's, right?

Uh, more with his uncle.

I guess, technically, they both had
a piece of my restaurant. Yeah.

And you were in default
on a loan from them?

I guess technically I was in default.

The uncle says
he was about to take the place over.

No, we were, uh, trying
to work out an arrangement

- that was equitable to all parties.
- But pending this equitable arrangement,

technically,
you're stiffin' 'em on a loan.

Mr. Graciale, this is
a homicide investigation, okay?

Let's not be too cute here.

If what you tell us doesn't square up
with what we already know,

you're going to have some problems.
You understand?

Hey, uh, look, I'm here to cooperate.

- You mind if I smoke?
- Your lungs.

Now, how long were you down in Miami?

Two days, just long enough to get my,
uh, ass in a sling over this chick.

Like... like I don't have enough problems,
uh, with my business,

I gotta step out on the old lady, huh?

You know a guy named Chaz Hildum?

- No.
- He's a bouncer at Buddy's.

- Oh, yeah. I know who you mean.
- So you do know him.

Well, I didn't connect the name
with the guy at the door,

but when
you said he was the bouncer,

I remember seeing him
when I was over there.

Did you ever talk to him
about your business problems

- when you were over there?
- Why would I talk to him?

You never asked this guy Chaz

to do anything for you, you know,
a favor or anything like that?

I don't get... What...
I don't get where this is going.

In terms of turning off a security camera,
maybe leaving a door unlocked at that bar.

Hey, oh, whoa, whoa, wait a second.
What the hell are you guys talking about?

Hey, you're about to lose your place.

Maybe you figure you, uh,
you can pay back these people

- with their own money.
- I don't know nothing about this!

- I was in Florida.
- Look, it's time to get real here,

- Mr. Graciale. The bouncer gave you up.
- He gave me up?

He's got his head up his ass,

and you keep this up,
you're gonna be talking to my lawyer.

Hey, if you took a hit out on
Peter Schelzo,

you shouldn't be talking to us.

Of course maybe if you hired
some guy to, uh, do a robbery,

and he messed up and did a murder,
you ought to be helpin' yourself.

If that's the way it went down,
Mr. Graciale, you ought to keep in mind

that the button guy knows that
you're the only guy that can finger him.

Now, you could be
in some danger there too.

Help us grab the shooter.
It'll go a lot easier for you.

Give us a name, Mr. Graciale.

- You... you think I could be in danger?
- Big danger.

Uh, this... this was a robbery, all right?

It was a robbery.
It wasn't supposed to be a murder.

I was just trying to pay back a loan.

Leon Nadeau.

I dropped a grand on Chaz
to facilitate a robbery.

All right, whatever you need me
to do here, you got it.

We're gonna need you to wear a wire,

get this guy to say
that he did the murder.

Well, I got to tell ya,
next time someone starts talking

about Franco Harris making that catch
or Foreman knocking out Moorer,

I'm gonna tell him about you
coming up with Leon Nadeau.

- You want to setup the wire on this guy?
- Yeah, then I'll go back in with...

I'm gonna take a whiz,
and then I'm gonna call Corrections,

and find out how the hell
did they still show

this guy Nadeau in the joint?

You sure you don't want to head
to the lottery office,

start buyin' tickets?

Mrs. Schnitzler called again.

I didn't tell her anything.
I didn't want to get her hopes up.

We'll... we'll see what the ADA says.

I'm telling you, Donna,

this neck condition is going
into overdrive.

The laundry's putting too much starch
in your collars.

I spoke to the laundry.

They're not doing anything different
with my shirts.

You remember me telling you how...
how this girl, uh,

spoke to me in a foreign tongue
and then... and then spit at me?

That neck rash could be a food allergy,
Gregory. You're allergic to everything.

I haven't changed my diet.

And... and why would my gums
all of a sudden start bleeding?

Do you honestly believe

it's 'cause a Gypsy girl put a curse
on you?

I don't necessarily believe that, no,

but in the absence
of any other explanation,

- I'd like to eliminate the possibility.
- Sorry I'm late.

Ah, yeah. Hello, Counselor.

- This is about the Costello case?
- Yeah. Uh, the... the father was in,

uh, he's offering restitution
to the, uh,

to the prior complainant.

Well, I got no problems
letting the sons walk,

but the daughter,
she's got multiple priors.

Uh, Miss Costas,
the prior complainant is an elderly widow.

She... she lives
on a social security check.

That's, uh, Dolores Schnitzler?

- Yes.
- All right.

Now, the 3,000 dollars
that Mrs. Schnitzler lost,

that was her safety net.

Getting it back
would make a big difference

for her and her 14 cats.

Yeah, and if I let Ramona Costello walk,

aren't I setting up
future Mrs. Schnitzlers?

Ah, well, realistically, Miss Costas,

if you file charges on this Gypsy girl,
once... once she makes bail,

would you ever expect to see her again?

I think not.

If you let me know
that the father has made restitution,

I'll have the daughter's charges reduced

and she'll be released
with her brothers at arraignment.

- Sounds like a plan.
- Yeah, I got to return this page.

Uh, thanks, Miss Costas.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

Uh, Adrienne, start running
on locating that bouncer.

- He's gonna be a collar now.
- Right.

Andy.

- How'd it go?
- I gave Danny his medication.

Did you check under his tongue after?
'Cause he can pretend to take it.

He looked like he took it.

I'm 99 percent sure he did.
I... I stayed a while,

- and, uh, we talked a little after.
- How'd he seem?

- All right.
- Okay.

- Thanks.
- You going back to Queens?

I'm a... I'm not sure. I...

I have a 6:30 meeting here.

I... I can't do it, Andy.
I have to go back to him.

- Dan...
- No, I'm... I'm 67 years of age.

I'm not gonna have any more children.

What makes sense to me now
is to be with him, to look after him.

The best I can for as long as I can.

- I can't agree with you on this.
- I've made my choice.

He's my son.

I have to look after him.

I want your commitment
to call me every four hours.

- I will.
- I want a commitment, Dan.

You have it.

Sylvia.

Uh, Sylvia Costas, Dan Breen.

- How do you do?
- Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Likewise.

Well, I'm due in court, so, see you later.

She's very attractive.

- Your relationship going well?
- It's going good.

I'm glad of that.

If he comes after you...

you get out of there, Dan.

I was a cop a long time.

I can take care of myself.

He's in.

- How was Miami?
- Wall-to-wall ass. You bring the money?

- Is that's what I said I'd do?
- Come on.

How'd that thing happen
at that fag place?

What thing?

Why'd you have to whack the kid for, Leon?

Because the little fairy walked in on me.

- It was supposed to be robbery.
- I know what it was supposed to be.

But I told you, he walked in on me.

I get him all tied up
and he's still screaming

at the top of his lungs.
He wouldn't shut up.

- Guy left me no choice.
- Got him.

Here we go.

Stand back, ma'am.

- Move back.
- Come on. Let's go.

- Should I?
- Yeah.

- Police! Freeze!
- Freeze!

Let that woman go.
Put that gun down.

I'm walking outta here or this bitch dies.

Listen up, Leon, I got emergency services
right outside, you hear them?

Now, these guys don't know to do anything
but shoot.

You're the one
that's gonna die here right now!

Then I'm gonna take her with me.

All right,
I hear what you're sayin',

but I know you, Leon,

and you ain't got the balls
to shoot anyone

unless they're tied up and face down.

Your only chance walking outta here alive
is give yourself up. You got 30 seconds!

Don't you play that string out, Leon,
because I promise you

you're gonna die here.

What's it gonna be?
You want to live, you wanna die?

Bullet through the head, Leon.

- You just take it easy.
- Drop the gun and slide it over.

Get down on your face.

Get down on your face!

You remember this position,
don't you, Leon? Huh?

Little piece of crap.

Get up!

Come on, pal. You too.

I don't have to ride with him, do I?

No. No, we got a limo coming for you.

- Hey.
- Have we heard anything yet from Fancy?

He called. His wife's still in labor.

- She's having a hard time.
- All right. Thanks.

Danny?

Danny!

Danny.

Oh, no.

Oh, no. Dan.

15th Squad. 10-85 forthwith,
Westbound on Grand toward Mulberry.

I'm gonna collar this guy.
I know him. I want to try it alone.

- Be careful.
- Danny!

You gotta come with me now.

- You're gonna put me away!
- We gotta go, Danny.

Leave my music on.
I don't want to think about it.

It's all right, you're gonna be all right.

I hurt my dad.

- Take him to the house.
- You got it.

- Hey, Donna. I got pictures.
- Let me see.

- Oh, Lieutenant, he's a little doll.
- He's great...

- Good-looking boy, Lieu.
- Does he have a name?

Arthur Fancy Junior.

How's his moms?

All right, it got tough for a while,
but she's fine.

- Good. Hey, Andy.
- Andy.

Lieu, Andy's friend was killed today,
Dan Breen.

Andy just brought in the son.

You get that shooter on that gay bar case?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm checking his statement now.

- Yeah, good work.
- Congratulations.

- Yeah.
- Oh, hey.

I'm back with cigars,
just like you said.

- I'm glad everything went okay.
- Yeah.

I just heard about your friend.

Did the son give a statement?

Nothing that made any sense.

He's covered with blood.
His prints will be on the knife.

The father used to be on the job?

Helped me get back on my feet again.

I'm sorry, Andy.

My wife, she had our baby.

- Is that right?
- Yeah. Everybody's healthy.

That's great. It's a boy, huh?

Yeah.

I've always wanted a son.

I was afraid to admit it,
I wanted it so bad.

I'm glad it worked out.

- I hope he gets what you want for him.
- Yeah.

I want everything for him.

We're making a run
to central booking, Detective.

You want us to take your collar over?

No, I should go do that.

- Congratulations, Lieutenant.
- Hey, thanks, Vinny.

- Come on, Danny.
- I don't wanna go.

You gotta go to booking.
I'm gonna take you.

I lost my headphones.

Get up, Danny, please. Come on.

Turn around. Give me your hands.

I got your headphones.

Here.

You can listen to them on the way down.

Come on.