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* Check it out

* Check it out

(RAPPING)
* Blowin' doors off hinges

* I'll grab you
with the pinchers

* And no, I didn't retire

* I'll snatch you up
with the needle nose pliers

* Like mutual of Omaha

* Got the ill boat
You've never seen before

* Like caprese
and with the basil

* Not goofy
like Darren or Hazel

What's the matter with you?
Huh?

* Like that y'all
and you just don't stop

* Guaranteed to make
your body rock

* Check it out

* What's it all about?

What are you doing?

* Let's turn this
Turn this party out

* Shazam and abracadabra

* In the whip
I'm gonna cruise past ya

* Set the town ablaze

* Gonna stun and amaze

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad be advised.

Female trapped
in port-a-potty
in East River Park.

This perfectly summarizes
my last relationship.

- Tell me again,
whose day is this?
- Mine.

And
who's gonna solve
a major case today?

Eddie Alvarez.

(CHUCKLES)
That's right. Now
give me some sugar.

SHRAEGER: See you tomorrow.

Detective Shraeger,
this is my wife,
Nicole.

She's with the DA's office.

- Casey Shraeger.
- Pleasure.

All right.
See you later.

Love you.

Hate you.

Wow, you know,
that is not what you
said in eighth grade

when you were
going through your
little lesbian phase.

I'll bet Eddie doesn't
know about that either.

- Hag.
- Trollop.

Well,
I just worked a double.

- Alvarez.
- Hey!

- What's up, Jefe?
- Hit and run on
Canal and Orchard.

Victim's name
is Bruce Moreno.

They got him
at Saint Vincent's.
Go take a statement.

Got it.
Leave the Q&A to the E&A.

My head hurts.

It's your song selection.

Oh, everybody's a critic.

Look, man.
Please don't lock me up.

I can help you.

- I know about a thing.
- A thing? What? Like a gun?

Better, I know this guy.
He told me about a store.

Crazy hush-hush.
You go down an
alleyway.

You give a password.
You go there if you
wanna

(WHISPERS) kill somebody.
- You wanna what?

Kill somebody.
Dispose of the body.

I would like to know
the address of such
a store.

So much for
crack security.

Oh, your neighbor buzzed me
in. I told him I manage
your money.

He talks to himself
an awful lot.

Yeah, well, on the plus side,
he's hard of hearing,
so he yells.

Look, I need a favor.

My client's son,
Mark Stanwood, got
arrested last night.

He peed on a cop's shoe.

Now the officer is charging
him with disorderly conduct
and resisting arrest.

You know, in
the realm of things
you don't want to do,

urinating on a law enforcement
officer's shoe is, like,
up there.

I mean he was drunk.

It was
an accident,
it wasn't a crime.

- Rich kid.
- He's a good guy.

- You'll like him.
- What's not to like?
He pees on people.

Listen, I have
to go to sleep.

Look, he's really scared,
Casey.

Jail is supposed to be
scary and I'm exhausted.

He's an idiot.
There's no question.

But you write him a ticket.

You don't stick him in a cell
with a bunch of violent
criminals.

(SIGHS)

Please.

Fine,
I'll talk to him, okay?
I will, I'll go see him.

But if I get one whiff of
entitlement, he's on his own.

Thank you.

SHRAEGER: So tell
me what happened?

I screwed up.

End of story. No excuses.

I was drunk and there
was a line for the bathroom.

And then I'm in the alley
peeing and somebody taps
me on the shoulder.

After
the month I've had.
Of course it was a cop.

He said you shoved him.

I didn't.

I swear.

Look, please. I lost
my shoes and my jacket.

I don't know...
If there's anything
that you can do to fix this,

I would really appreciate it.

All right, take a breath.
All right?

I'll have you out
of here in no time.

Not a chance in hell.

Look,
you gotta help me.
I just worked a double.

What do you want, a medal?

My back's killing me and my
Squad Sergeant won't give
me Friday off

to go see a doctor.

Listen, the guy
peed on your shoe.

It's, like, it's
kind of funny, right?

He got in my face.
That's resisting.

Plus, those are
the only shoes I got
that don't hurt my back.

These rich guys,
they think they can
get away with anything.

Well, not on my watch.

I was crossing Avenue B
just after 2:00.

Silver car
comes out of nowhere,
breaks my leg in four places

and ruptures my colon.

Okay,
so hit and run,
silver car, 2:00 a.m.

Avenue B, your colon.

What am I gonna do?

I got a custody
hearing tomorrow.

My wife is trying
to take away my kids.
And I can't even walk.

Mr. Moreno,
you have my word.

Eddie Alvarez is
gonna catch the guy
that did this to you.

Who the hell's
Eddie Alvarez?

- Me.
- Great.

My life is ruined
and they send me
a cop

who
talks about himself
in the third person.

Sir, I assure you.
I am the best man
for this job.

You know what
I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna write my
number down on a...

Okay.

Don't hesitate to
call if you remember
anything else. Okay?

Hang in there, Mr. Moreno.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Answer that
and I'll hurt you.

You're gonna
hurt me anyway.

(SIGHS)

Walsh.

SHRAEGER: Hey.
Walsh, it's Shraeger.
Open up, I'm outside.

Uh, sure.

I gotta get this.

I thought
you were going to bed.

Me, too.

I need your help.

I'm trying to get a pass
for a guy on a bogus
resisting charge.

Arresting officer won't
play ball.

Well, what'd he want?

What do you mean?

Well, the NYPD operates
on an economy of favors.

You want anything done, you
gotta give something
in return.

Was
he complainin'
about anything?

His back. Said his boss won't
give him Friday off to go to
the doctor.

There you go.

He wasn't
complaining,
he was telling you.

Get
me Friday off,
your guy walks.

Why didn't he say that?
(SHOWER TURNS ON)

BEAUMONT: Hey,
you're out of shampoo.

Oh. Sorry.

- No problem.
- Well, I'll just...

Yeah.

(CLEARS THROAT) Oh.

That is gross.

* When the gun goes
bang, bang, bang, who's
gonna know who's the one?

* No, nobody knows

He's gotta be lying,
right?

Nobody is stupid enough to
open a store to help you
kill people.

I don't know.
You remember that
guy, Vinnie Slutz?

Ninety pounds, soaking wet,
tried to steal a 300-pound
Xerox machine from

a third story walk-up?

- ME had to clean
him up with a spatula.
- Yeah.

Yup. Enough said.

DELAHOY: You know,
I used to go to
raves here.

You ready?

(BELL RINGS)

Nacho cheese.

* When the gun goes
bang, bang, bang, who's
gonna know who's the one?

* No, nobody knows

There you go.

It's a murder store.

NICOLE: Sledgehammers,
handguns, shovels, lye.

It's
definitely
a murder store.

My concern is,
how do we prove it?

We can convict the owner for
possession of illegal weapons

and banned substances, but to
prove conspiracy to commit
murder,

you need
knowledge and intent.

BANKS: Well,
he kept receipts.

We can
connect weapons bought in
the store with recent murders.

I wanna know
how civilians find
out about this place.

Word of mouth.

We need to
keep it quiet.

Put everything in boxes.
Pull the receipts, then
shut it down.

Or...

Or what?

Or we keep everything just the
way that it is and we set up
a sting.

- No.
- No.

You know, which is fine,
except for the fact that
everyone who walks in there

is trying to kill somebody.

And we, in our capacity
as law enforcement officials,

could identify
and dissuade them

thus saving the
lives of many taxpayers.

You want the NYPD to
sell people murder
weapons

and instruct them
how to dispose of the
body after they use them?

Yes.
Only we arrest them
before they actually do.

Command would
need to sign off.

If one
weapon gets out of here,
we're talking giant lawsuit.

Don't worry, we're not
gonna let that happen.

- Uh, we?
- We, yeah.

Really, huh?
In what universe do you
think I intend to spend

one more minute in
a murder store,
partner?

In the universe where I'm God.

Hi, excuse me.
Commander Shaw?

Yeah.

I'm Detective
Casey Shraeger
from the Second Squad.

I'm sorry
to bother you
but I need your help.

I'm working
this case and it's...
Anyway, it's complicated,

but the
bottom line is,
I need you to give

Officer Sedlacek off
on Friday.

Yeah?

- You sleeping with him?
- Ew. Gross. No.

I need him to do
something for me,
and Walsh said

that you might be
able to help me
out...

- Walsh?
- Yeah, my partner.

- Jason Walsh?
- Yes.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You tell that
backstabbing thief,
the only way I help you?

He crawls in here
on his belly

and he hands over that
trophy he stole from me.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad, possible 10-10
at Mike's Meat Warehouse.

But more importantly,
what is it about me
that scares men away?

Wednesday,
1020 hours.

Detective Eddie Alvarez at the
scene of the hit and run of
Mr. Bruce Moreno.

The victim was jay-walking
in the middle of the block

when he was struck
by an on-coming vehicle

traveling at
a high rate of speed.

Excuse me, sir.

Hi. Detective
Eddie Alvarez,
NYPD.

(IN MANDARIN)

(IN MANDARIN)

Hey, partner,
this is my fiance, Amy.

Oh, hi. Nice to
finally meet you.

Henry talks about
you all the time.

We're heading over
to see the minister to
talk about the wedding.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me a moment.

Uh, so...

Can I ask you something?
Between us girls?

Okay.

You know Henry and I
are saving ourselves
for our wedding night.

Oh.

Well,
I really want
it to be special

and I know from Henry
you're an experienced
woman,

and I was wondering if you
think he would like it if I...

You're
going to be married
for a thousand years.

Guaranteed.

Hey, where's my desk?

That's my desk.

Walsh, did you put my
desk in the holding cell?

- What?
- This is my desk.

No, it's not. It's mine.

Looks like his desk to me.

Walsh, why would
a prisoner need
a desk?

Where else is
he gonna work?

Hey, can I talk to you?

Sure.

Um, ask me how
my day's going?

So how's your...
What?

- Back away from the desk.
- I'd rather not.

Does
the name Ben Shaw
mean anything to you?

- Squad Sergeant at the 1-5?
- No.

Well, your old pal Ben says
that the only way he's
gonna help me

is if you give back
some kind of trophy.

(LAUGHS)
Yeah, that's
never gonna happen.

I won that thing
fair and square.

- No way in hell
I'm giving that up.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Come here.
- Not gonna happen.

Walsh!
Come here, seriously.
I wanna go back to sleep.

Why are you
working this so hard?

What's your connection
to this guy? He pissed
on a cop.

He's my OB/GYN, okay?
Now tell me about
the trophy.

Did you know
it's impossible to drink
a gallon of milk in an hour?

- What?
- You can't do it.

It's food.
Your stomach
can't process it.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Well when I was a rookie,
there was this patrolman,
Ben Shaw,

who just, you know,
he had it out for me.

He kept
busting my balls,
stealing all my collars.

So I bet him I can drink
a gallon of milk faster
than he could.

Now he can eat three
cheeseburgers for
lunch, okay?

He's a big eater.
Now I have this
trophy made.

Oh, I don't think I want
to hear the end of this
story.

The entire squad is there.

Shaw sits down,

drinks the entire gallon of
milk in two minutes flat,
boom.

Contest over, right?

Except now Shaw's
not looking so good.

And 10 seconds later
a waterfall of milk comes
rocketing out of his mouth,

his nose.

It was awesome.

But he finished first,
so...

Okay, no.
You're a girl,
so I'll explain.

Keeping it down
is rule number one
in any eating contest.

So I
sat there for three more
hours, I finished my milk.

I win the trophy,
while Shaw mops up
a gallon of his own puke.

Wow. Good times.
Now give me the
stupid thing.

Sure.

What are you
gonna do for it?

(SIGHS)

I'll give you 50 bucks.

(CHUCKLES) Cash?
No. This is about
favors, remember?

(IMITATING SOBBING)
I cannot believe that
you wouldn't help me.

You're a partner.

You trying to cry?

(RAZZING)

I'll do your fives
for a month.

Ah, there you go. Deal.

I mean,
this is really
mind-blowing, man.

People actually use
their credit cards here.

You know you can't
wear the vest while
we're undercover, right?

What?

Great.

That's just...
You want me dead, don't you?

Why don't you just grab
that hatchet over there
and get it over with?

Will you relax?
We're probably not even
gonna get any customers.

What we will get, however, is
hours upon hours of down time.

Huh?

That's right, huh?

No chases, no shootouts.

(MUMBLING)

Yeah, and just
a little light
reading.

Janet McKidd.

Bought three
pounds of lye and a copy of
Don't Kill Us, We'll Kill You.

Ahmad Khan.
Paid $129.99 plus tax
for a .22 caliber pistol

and 10 yards of
plastic sheeting.

You gotta have the sheeting.

(BELL RINGS)

Aardvark.

I gotta tell you, man,
I'm a little excited.

A quality sting is
extremely satisfying.

I'm telling you, it's gonna
be like shooting fish in
a barrel, my brother.

- Easiest arrest
we'll ever make.
- Uh-huh.

- How does it look? Good?
- Yeah, it looks good,
just... You know...

(BUZZING)

(WHISPERS)
Remember, I'm Steve.
- Yep. Got it.

Here we go.

Hello.
How can we help you?

My husband's been
beating the crap out of
me for the past five years.

I want you to
help me kill him.

The first time
he hit me I left.

He begged me to come home,
told me it would never
happen again.

And I believed him.
I always believed him.

Even when he said
I deserved it.

(BELL RINGS)

Mariah Carey.

(BUZZING)

(CLEARS THROAT) Why
didn't you call the cops?

I did. But
Wendall is on the job.
He's a parole officer.

He told the cops
that he'd get counseling,
so I didn't press charges.

To thank me
he broke my arm.

Hey, welcome to
the murder store.

Did you...
Did you get
one of those...

You know,
restraining orders?

Yeah, last October.

To celebrate,
he broke my ribs.

Told me if I ever
left him, he'd kill me.

BANKS: Steve.
- Not now, Bob.

No, no, no.
This customer
really needs our help.

Says he...

He'd like to
make them all pay and he's
looking for some suggestions.

Do you have any timers?

Yeah, uh, aisle two.

How about a blow torch?

Can you pardon me
for just one moment?

- Sure. I'll shop.
- Okay.

Hey, listen,
if you could be
a little bit more specific

as to who they all are,
maybe we could make
some suggestions.

Does this get brains
out of radial tires?

Are there brains in your
radial tires right now?

I think what my associate
is trying to say is that
we're having a sale

on all spree killing
supplies as long as you
sign up for our mailing list.

Right.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Right.
So if you wanna
sign up, I got a...

You got a Facebook
or an address that
we can take down...

- Bob?
- Yeah.

We got a problem.

I'll be... What?

All our poison just
walked out the door.

MINISTER:
A strong marriage
is based on honesty.

So if there's anything
you feel you need to
confess to each other,

now is the time.

(VOCALISING THE WEDDING MARCH)

I'm sorry.
I need a minute.

(WHISPERING) What are you
doing here, Frank?

Is that the missus to be?
Damn, Navan. She is a piece.

Why's she talking
to that Chinese guy?

You listen to me.
You don't look at her.
And you don't talk to her.

And stop calling me Navan.
It's Henry now!

I get it. I get it. You're
worried she sees me, it's
all over.

Well, I will restrain myself
on account of our friendship.

What do you want?

I wanted you
to be the first to know.

This boy is officially done
laying low. I'm back, baby.

- No.
- Oh, yes.

It's gonna be epic. Well,
you're gonna own this
town, brother.

(WHISPERS)
I'm not helping you
break the law, Frank.

I'm a police officer.

I know. That's
what's so great.

It's like,
if I had a nemesis,
you could arrest him.

Or get this, you
could steal evidence from
the evidence locker, right?

And then...

- We could sell it.
- Absolutely not.

(CHUCKLES) Come on, Navan.

Don't you remember Odessa?
What about the times we had?

- Come on. Mmm?
- Henry?

- Just a minute.
- He's just gonna be a minute.

Listen to me.
If you really are my
friend, just let me be.

I'm trying to be a good
man, to walk down a
different path now.

(LAUGHING)

You rascal, I see the
devil glint in your eye.

Now you mull it over,
'cause I got some big
plans. I got big plans.

Henry.

- Yeah.
- Are you okay?

Yeah, oh, hey,
Henry's just fine.

And might I add,
you look lovely
today, ma'am.

You got
a special man here.
You take good care of him.

I'm gonna see you later,

Henry.

Hey, fellas. How's that
murder store thing going?

- Good.
- Fantastic.

I still think
we should tell the Sarge.

We're not telling anyone,
okay?

What if she kills her husband?

She's not gonna
kill him, okay?

We're
gonna have an address
and an ID in five minutes.

- We'll probably beat her
home.
- Really?

Really?
And how are we
gonna get an ID?

Because we're talking
about a battered woman

who's made multiple
complaints to the cops,

who's married to a parole
officer named Wendall,
all right?

It shouldn't be
too difficult.
And here it is.

Okay, Wendall Tate.
Married to Roxanne Tate.

Hudson Street. Six
domestic complaints
in the last six months.

All right, I'll put
a notification on the
address, so any 911 calls,

Dispatch notifies us directly,
all right?

All right. Okay.
We go over there, right?

And Roxanne's home, we...

We arrest her.

And if it's him? The husband?

We tell him his wife
is trying to kill him.

He kills her first,
guaranteed.

Right, well, okay, yeah,
I hadn't thought of that.

You hadn't thought of that?

I can't think of
everything, all right?

Oh, this is a bad idea.
This whole thing.

Oh, we'll just sit around
all day, you said.

Like shooting fish
in a barrel, you said.

Now someone's gonna get
killed and we're gonna
get fired.

Sunshine, okay?

Look on the bright side.
You get to put the vest
back on.

I get to...

I hadn't thought of that.

Yeah.

I thought this trophy
was a prized possession.

So who are you really
doing this for?

A family friend.

Not that stuffed shirt
you're sleeping with,
is it?

Davis? No, no.

I mean it was, but
it's not about him
anymore.

Just,
this kid Stanwood,

they're bullying him
and it really bothers me.
Cops shouldn't do that.

They shouldn't arrest someone
just 'cause they don't like
him.

All right, well,
all I'm gonna say is,
be careful.

Because doing favors
for civilians always comes
back to bite you in the ass.

(EXCLAIMS)

Tell Shaw I hope he falls
and impales himself on it.

Uh, yeah.

Here's the thing.
You have to walk in and
hand it to him yourself.

Finally

justice is done and the trophy
is returned to its rightful
owner.

This proves for
all eternity that I
really won that contest

and Walsh is
just a cheat.

Okay, I think you've
totally made your point.

Does this mean that
Sedlacek has Friday
off?

I'm good on my word.

- Are we square?
SEDLACEK: Yep.

I'll go get your guy.

(LAUGHS)

Your man is
solving this case.

Why isn't my man
tearing off my clothes?

'Cause that's
two-way glass.

So I'll do it two ways.

(MOANS)

Wait.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
That's a silver sedan.

That's gotta be the car.

Oh, got it.
Bravo, one, niner.
Lincoln, six, six, two.

Leased to...

Eddie.
I'm ready to go here.

(BEEPING)

Oh, I got this guy.

Eddie.

I'm so sorry.

I promise. Let me go
arrest this guy and
later

I'll do that thing.

- You mean that thing?
- Exactly.

(CHUCKLES)

I can't thank you enough.

No, it's fine.

Just keep the pee-pee
private from now on, huh?

I will. Promise.

Thanks.

I cannot wait to go home
and make out with my pillow.

ALVAREZ: Hey, Detective
Eddie Alvarez, Second Squad.

I caught
a hit and run
with injuries.

You guys are holding my
suspect on an unrelated.

Mark Stanwood.

Alvarez,
what'd you just say?

What? Oh, hey.

Mark Stanwood? Hit and run?

Yeah, last night.

What are you guys
doing here?

Sarge,
this is my screw up.
Walsh was just helping me.

I don't care.
You helped a wanted
felon escape prosecution.

Now that's on
the both of you.

- Nice work today, Shraeger.
- How bad is it?

The video Eddie got doesn't
show the actual hit and run.

So if Stanwood cleans up
his car before they find
it,

there is no case.

Find the car.

Okay. So, you're
a yuppie gel-head.

You just decided
to run over another
human being with your car.

- What do you do?
- You go to a bar.
You get drunk.

Go outside, piss on a cop.

So the car has to be parked
somewhere near the bar
where Stanwood was drinking.

Yeah. I'll get patrol
out looking for the car.

I'll get on the phone
with the LoJack company.

ALVAREZ: No, I don't care.
You find that car, you
call me first.

Not Walsh.
Yes, yeah, okay, bye.

Eddie.

Oh, hey, babe.
You want a Vanilla chai?

There were cinnamon sticks
but I think they're all gone.

Drop the Stanwood case.

What? Why?

Because you're
chasing a guy whose father
raised six million dollars

for the governor last year.

Okay, babe, this is
a high-profile case. I can
make lieutenant off of this.

No, you can't.
Stanwood's too well-connected.

This'll hurt you, Eddie.

I promised Mr. Moreno
that I would help him out.

Let Walsh and Shraeger
help him.

Baby,
this is about where
you can do the most good.

And that's always
gonna be at the top.

For me?

Okay.

Hey. I was gonna
call you and check in.

How
did everything
go with Stanwood?

Whoa! Oh, hey!

You are under arrest.
You have the right
to remain silent.

DAVIS:
Casey, come on!
Wait a second...

Anything you say
can and will be held
against you in a court of law.

Wait, wait a second...

I'm arresting you for
accessory to felony,
hit and run.

Hit and run?
What? Wait a minute!

I had no idea
that Mark Stanwood was
involved in a hit and run.

Nice try. Where is he?

I have no idea.
I swear. Casey, I swear.

Look, I didn't know
that he was involved in this
when I asked you to help him.

Oh, he just forgot
to tell you when
he called?

He didn't call me.

Your father did.

Of course, my father.

He plays golf
with Mark's dad.

I don't care if they're
in love, okay? I don't.

I just let a violent
criminal out of jail.

He could be destroying
evidence right now.

I didn't know.
Now please uncuff me.
People are starting to stare.

Don't ever ask me to do
anything for you again.
You understand me?

I'm sorry.

(TAPPING ON DOOR)

Police.

- Your wife home?
- No.

And if you find her,
tell her she's supposed
to be doing my laundry.

Mmm. I like him already.

We're coming in.

Look,
if this is
about her eye,

she's clumsy.
You know how it is.

- No, I don't.
- (CLEARS THROAT) Look, pal.

Your wife.

She might have witnessed
a robbery today

and we
need to talk to her
as soon as possible.

Roxanne?
You'd be better off
talking to the toaster.

She's a real scatter-brain,
you know?

Clumsy and a scatter-brain.
Sounds like she really
completes you.

- I don't like your attitude.
- Really?

Look at me. Hey!

Your wife.
She calls, you call us.
You understand?

- Fine.
- Okay.

Are we done?

For now.

All right, well, tell him
to keep looking, would you?

We need to find
Stanwood's car.
All right, thanks.

Hey. How's the search going?
Have you triangulated
a grid vector?

Really?

All right, listen, I just
wanted to let you know
that Eddie Alvarez

is gonna
take a backseat
on this hit and run.

Let
the new girl
fix her mistake.

Yeah? Why is that, Eddie?

I'm all about
the compassion...

Wrong. You're backing out
because Stanwood's connected.

(CHUCKLES) Okay,
that's ridiculous.

Shut up.

Eddie,
come on, you're
not a bad cop, okay?

The video tape,
that's a nice grab.

But you have to
stop playing politics
for like five minutes.

- Walsh.
- Yeah.

Traffic just called
with a location on
the Stanwood car.

Yep, okay. I'm on it.

It's a silver car
with front-end damage.

(ENGINE STARTING)

We're too late.

Hold it.
Where do you
think you're going?

I got a delivery
for Detective Cole.

- Well, you don't
just walk in and...
- I got it, Ron.

Hey, 50 bucks.
Don't skimp on
the tip this time.

(WHISPERS) Hey, it's me.

I found us the perfect score.
It's a camera shop up on
Broome.

It's got a lot of high-end
you-know-what.
Cameras.

Now the problem is,
there's a squad car
sitting on it at night.

- So...
- Okay, I told you. I can't
...

So,
what you're telling me is,
I'm talking to the wrong guy.

I mean, that's cool.
Just point me to your boss.

We'll share a slice.
I'll tell him about my
old friend, Navan Granger.

Fine. I'll do it.
Just get out of here.

- Hey?
- What?

- Fifty bucks.
- Are you kidding me?

Hey, tip. Come on.

Oh, get out of here.

You have a nice day.

CSU checked
Stanwood's car.

It's clean.

Kid's gonna walk if we
don't find something else.

I had DOT
pull all the photos
from the traffic cameras

in the neighborhood,
before and after
the hit and run.

- Okay.
- See this one?

This is two blocks
before the hit and run.

If we can find one from after
that shows damage to the
car...

Right.

Whoa, whoa, here we go.

What? You got damage?

Even better.

Well, well.
Looks like Mr. Stanwood
was getting a culinary tour

of the south of pants
when our victim was hit.

He's lucky
she doesn't
have a bite reflex.

Now all I have to do is
ID her, have her turn
on Stanwood,

and I'll be making out
with my pillow before
midnight.

Hey, think your
boyfriend knows her?

No. But I know who will.

WALTER: Casey?

Were we supposed
to be having dinner?

I don't know what the moral
implications are for having
your father cavity searched,

but I am seriously
close to ordering it.

Who is she, Dad?

I have no idea.

- Don't lie to me.
- I'm not.

I should've known
you were behind this.

I'm not behind anything.

I just knew if I
asked you directly,
you wouldn't do it.

Did you know
about the hit and run?

Of course not.
What kind of a man
do you think I am?

Honestly? I don't know.

I need a name.

And I need you to
think about what's
more important to you.

Your golf buddy
or your daughter.

All right. We've got
foot patrol looking
for Roxanne Tate,

we got radio cars going by
every 30 minutes. What else?

That's it.
There's nothing else.

Nothing else.

You know what?
Screw it.
I'm going back there.

- What are you doing?
- I'm going back there.

Leo, it's a domestic,
all right?

They all go sideways.
Don't get emotionally
involved.

Come on, man.
They teach you that
on the first day.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you have any idea
what it's like to go to bed
every night terrified

you won't wake up?

And then wake up the next
morning terrified you won't
make it through the day?

Hmm?

Roxanne Tate does.

She goes day to day
knowing that this dude
is gonna kill her.

Maybe not today,
but soon.

Leo, every time he hits her,
she goes back.

MALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
432, this is Dispatch.

Dispatch, this is 432.

Call just came in on
your domestic.

115 Hudson Street.
Apartment 1A.

Leo.

If she killed him,
we have to arrest her.

We're not arresting her.

- Leo.
- We are not!

I did it.
I poisoned him.

She poisoned me?

Just sit still, okay?
Eric, what are we
doing here?

What are you talking
about what are you doing?

You take me
to the hospital
and you arrest her.

I said sit down.
I'm telling you
to sit down.

- Shh, it's okay.
- Eric, what are we doing?

You can arrest me.
I did what I had to.

BANKS: We're not going to...

Listen to the bitch,
all right? Arrest her.

Hey, watch your language
in front of the lady, huh?

Sit down!

(ALL ARGUING)

Okay. Okay.

She stays here.
He comes with us.

The minute you pull away,
that bitch is gonna run.

DELAHOY: No, she's not.

- Damn, it hurts.
- Okay, here it is.

We're gonna take you
to a hospital, Wendall.

But which one,
depends on you.

What the hell is
that supposed to mean?

It means if you promise us,
you're never gonna see
your wife again

we'll take you to
a hospital around
the corner.

But if you don't,
I hear Staten Island's
gorgeous this time of year.

You can't do that.
I got rights.

What about
your wife's rights?

Not to get the crap kicked
out of her by her husband?
Huh?

She had it coming.

Okay. Staten Island.

No, no, no.
No, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, guys. Okay.

I promise.
I'll leave her alone.

Mmm. I don't believe him.

Not truthful.
Nah, I don't...

Please, please,
I don't wanna die.

Wendall, we all die.

WENDALL:
I swear to God
I'll leave her alone.

I swear. I'll give her
all my money. Whatever
you want.

Hmm. Okay.

Okay.

But if you're lying...

We'll be there.

Got me?

(ENGINE STARTS)

* We'll be there
We'll be there *

Put your seatbelt on.

Shraeger, you got a visitor.

Wasn't expecting to
see you here.

So this is where you work.

It's very authentic.

Do you have a name for me?

I spoke to Mark's boss.

I offered him a job at
twice his current salary.

He said Mark's been sleeping
with a woman named
Linda Cooper.

Satisfied?

Casey.

I would never pick anyone
over you.

My client's in
a difficult position.

- I can say.
- Let me guess,

fellating
a strange man
nullifies your pre-nup.

There's no reason
that this has to get out.

- What do you mean?
SHRAEGER: Here's the deal.

You tell us Mark ran the
guy over. We arrest him.
You plus the photo?

Mark's lawyer negotiates
a plea deal and your
involvement

never leaves this room.

Mark was drunk.

Creamed that guy
coming off the curb.

And I
wanted to stop,
but Mark said no.

That nobody
would ever find out.

WOMAN: In local news tonight,
son of real estate tycoon
Leonard Stanwood

has been arraigned
on a hit and run charge.

Mark Stanwood is
being held without bail and
is considered a flight risk.

The victim of
the alleged hit and run,

Queens
resident Bruce Moreno,
has undergone surgery for...

Let's go home.

Yeah, how you doing?
Uh, this is Detective...

Detective Chase
calling from the Second Squad.

You've got a patrol car
sitting on 26 Broome
Street?

Great, I need the car
pulled for a couple
of hours tonight.

I got an undercover
operation going on there.

Great.
Thank you. Thank you.

* Well, it's late
and the night feels long

* Go and put on
your favorite song

* Well, he left
and you're all alone

* Go and put on
your favorite song

* And sing
Lord, Lord, Lord

* Can you see me?
Lord, Lord, Lord

* Only you can free me
Lord, Lord, Lord

* Can you hear me?
Lord, Lord, Lord

* Only you can free me

* When you're sad
and the night feels long

* Go and put on
your favorite song

* Well, she left
and you're all alone

* Go and put on
your favorite song

* And sing
Lord, Lord, Lord

* Can you see me?
Lord, Lord, Lord

I want to kill my boss.

I'm wearing
an NYPD jacket.

Dude, I know.
It looks so real.

Really? You think
that looks real. Wait
till you try these cuffs.

You're gonna love them.

* When you're scared
that you've lost your way

* It's 'cause your
changing day by day

* It's still there
It's still there
You're on your way

* Just sing along and
let grace take care

* And sing
Lord, Lord, Lord

* Can you see me?

* Lord, Lord, Lord
Only you can free me

* Lord, Lord, Lord
Can you hear me?

* Lord, Lord, Lord
Only you can free me *