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(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 *