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(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
this is Dispatch.

A reminder, today is
Crime Awareness Day.

Tomorrow,
Crime Avoidance Day.

Thursday is
Sloppy Joe Day.

Oh! Hold on, Eddie.
Let me guess.

He hit you
with a giant shoe?

Yeah, very funny.
I caught this clown
on Grand Street

jabbing people with
a hypodermic needle.

Animals!
With their filthy
sex diseases!

All right,
keep moving.

Whoa!

Clowns were
a lot different
when I was a kid.

I'll say.

Walsh.

Lou.

Hey. This is my partner,
Casey Shraeger.

- Lou Powell.
- Hi.

- What's up?
- May I talk to you
for a minute?

I'm gonna be upstairs.

Yeah. Yeah, come on.

- You got to help me.
- Well, what do you need?

I can't go to
the detectives
in my squad.

I got too many
write-ups already.

You're the only friend
I got left.

Well, I mean,
look, I'll help
in any way I can.

What can I do?

I think I... Maybe...

Killed someone.

What do you mean
you think you killed
someone?

I got drunk last night.

Oh, Lou.

Five years sober,
and I screwed up.

I guess I blacked out.

I woke up two hours ago
in an alley. Like this.

My off-duty weapon
is missing.

What happened
to your hands?

- I don't know.
- Were you with anyone?

- I don't think so.
- Lou, come on.

I know! I've been
slamming my head
against the wall

trying to
figure it out.

Lou, you're
killing me here.

Okay.

Take off your shirt.
Come on.

Just take off
your shirt.

I know this lab tech.

He'll test the blood,
see if it's human,
see if it's yours.

Just hang tight, okay?

- Thank you.
- Don't thank me.

If you did this,
I can't protect you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

So I know
I've asked you
this before,

but, the big bowl
of Four Frog Soup,
is that four whole frogs?

You got to be
kidding me.

Let me just go
with squab neck,
leave it at that.

(GREETING IN MANDARIN)
WAITRESS: Oh, my gosh.

Hey. Mustache.

Mustache.

It's looking good.
Very, uh, Tom Selleck.

What are you, high?

This is pure
pre-beard Serpico, man.

What are you modeling?
What is that,
the Super Mario?

Okay, nice try.

This is your
classic chevron.

Made popular by
one Albert Einstein.

(WAITRESS
SPEAKING MANDARIN)
-Oh, okay.

(THANKING IN MANDARIN)

Keep it real, man.

Thank you.

I think it
makes you look old.

Um, the mustache.

Do you remember
the one you had
in high school?

All six hairs.

Used to tickle my lip.

-Karen?
-Don't look
so surprised.

(ECHOING)
I know you've been
thinking about me.

Did you just
call me Karen?

No.

Okay, listen.
I don't know how
to tell you this.

I just got off
the phone with
the medical examiner.

They got a body in
late last night.

A gunshot wound.

Son.

Your partner,
Leo Banks, is dead.

Take off the vest.

I told you.
I feel safer with it on.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey. Put this on.

It's okay.
She knows the deal.
She's here to help.

Can I, uh,
see your knuckles?

Any other indication
you've been fighting?

No.

Can you empty
your pockets?

SHRAEGER: Whoa!

You and the other scientists
been drinking all night?

I'm racking
my brains here.

All right.

Let's just start with
what you remember.

I don't know.

I'm so hung over.
Everything's blurry. Um...

Buying a fifth at
PJ's Liquor Store,
I guess.

Okay. Well, then that's
where we're going.

Get your stuff.

Walsh. Shraeger.

All right.
I'll meet you out
in the car, okay?

Petty larceny just came in.
Can you guys take it?

Oh, we would,
but we just
got a 13-13.

-How bad?
-I don't know.

Could be bad, though.

(SIGHS)

Well, the six-hour
rule applies.

Got it.

Walsh, what the hell
is a 13-13?

13-13 is
the unofficial code for
"officer in trouble."

The investigating
officer gets six hours

to make the problem
go away.

And what if they can't?

Then things get
real ugly real fast.

Detective Delahoy?

I'm sorry about
your partner.

Is that him?

How did he die?

He was shot during
a liquor store robbery.

You ready?

(LAUGHS)

It's not...
It's not him.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah, no,
I am pretty sure.

(LAUGHS WITH RELIEF)
He had ID on him.

His Social Security
number matched.

Uh-huh. Okay.

"Leo Banks."
Chinese guy.

(LAUGHING)

He's gonna love this.

-Who?
-Uh, Banks.

Okay, look, this is
gonna get old real fast.

Come on, what do
you think? Hmm?

I could have been
a doctor, right?

I mean,
I was smart enough.

But you know
what happened, right?

How Tommy Balboa
knocked me up
in community college.

I know your mom's
been filling you in.

She sees my dad sometimes
at the Grocery Barn.

Another headache, huh?

Yeah.

-That thing's
gonna kill you.
-No.

Detective?
Are you okay?

Not really.

Listen, uh, let me
ask you something.

A guy has
a brain tumor...

Does he tend
to see things,

you know,
hallucinate or whatever?

Are you seeing things?

No, no, no.
It's for a case, a perp.

Well, it depends on
where the tumor is,

but brain tumors
have been known

to cause auditory
and visual hallucinations.

Great.

Okay, uh,
look, get...

Get this guy
fingerprinted,

and get a real ID
on him, okay?

-I will, but...
-But what?

I already notified
the Social Security Office

that Leo Banks is dead.

Naturally.

Okay.

What the hell is
going on?

Hightower just hugged me
and cried on the stairs.

Please.

Look at you.

Come here.

That's nice, huh?

Maybe you should
sit down first.

No, no. I don't want to
sit down. Just tell me.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Okay. You're dead.

-That's not funny.
-No, I'm...
I'm not kidding.

You're legally dead.
I just came from
the morgue.

(LAUGHS)

What?

(LAUGHING)

Some Asian guy
stole your identity.

I mean, he's got
a driver's license,

credit cards
in your name,
the whole thing.

Last night,
he gets popped
holding up a liquor store.

ME does the paperwork,
calls Social Security,

And just like that,
Leo Banks is, uh...

Is dead.

Well, I don't
want to be dead!

Just in case
you haven't been
paying attention.

I know.
It's kind of ironic, no?

-Yeah, a little.
-Don't worry
about it, man.

We're getting
prints off your corpse,
and the...

Huh?

No, off the corpse,
the corpse's corpse.

And, you know,
we'll have the real identity
in a couple of hours.

Anybody want to donate
to the Leo Banks
burial fund?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-That's funny.
-He's very funny.
He's good, right?

POWELL: I walk by here
every day on my way home.

It's like a test.
Prove I've changed.

Most days,
I don't even look.

I got my five-year
chip on Monday.

Yesterday, I came here,
I got a fifth of tequila.

-Why?
-I don't know.

My fight with
Marcy maybe.

Maybe because
another perp I busted

got off
on the charges.

Or maybe I just
wanted a drink.

(SIGHS)
There's no cameras.

Excuse me.

Uh, this guy,
was he in here
yesterday?

Yeah. Around 5:00.

Stared at the wall
for about 30 minutes

and then bought
something brown.

You remember
anything else?

Like what?
His bra size?

Never mind.

Actually, wait.

He got real excited
about the brochures.

What brochures?

You know,
for tourists.

Asked me if
he could take one.

Said, "What do I care?

"That's what
they're here for."

Thanks.

Well, you remember
anything?

"The Circle Line."

I think I got on
the Circle Line.

-All right.
-I hate boats.

Mmm-hmm. Let's go.

Walsh, I hate boats.

That your wife?
She's pretty.

She give you
herpes yet?

She will.

No. Sure.
Sure, no, no.
I appreciate that.

But listen, listen.

If I'm dead,

how am I talking
to you right now?

DELAHOY:
Prints came back.

Identity thief was
some idiot named
Jimmy Kung Fu.

Uh, priors, you know,
assaults, robbery,
the whole thing.

Yeah, well,
I pulled my credit report
and all the statements.

Seems like
Jimmy Kung Fu's been
ripping me off for months.

He even took one of
those Disney cruises

where everybody
dresses up
like Pinocchio.

Yeah. You know,
I always wanted to
go on one of those.

Yeah. Me, too.

Well, now you have.

The key is, next time
to get one of these guys

to do your
jury duty for you.

(EXHALES)

Let me see that thing.

There you go.

Maybe we can
figure out

where this guy got
your credit info, huh?

Let's see.
"Laser Tag, Nacho Mama,

(CHUCKLING)
"Drakkar Noir store,
Armory Locksmith..."

Uh, no.
That... That's me.

"Sharper Image,
Cutler Locksmith."

Yeah. That's me, too.

I change my locks
every week.

So, anytime I see
a locksmith...

-Pretty much.
-Yeah? Okay.

Right.

Hey, what about this?

January 12th.
The coffee shop
on Delancey.

Remember that place
where you can't order
a cup of coffee

that doesn't taste
like hazelnut?

Yeah. So?

Yeah, so, after that,
your credit info splits.

I'll bet you
that's where Kung Fu
got your credit card.

You know,
this is a nightmare.

You know what happens
when they declare you dead?

Social Security
contacts your employer.

They freeze your pension.
Paychecks stop.

All my bank
accounts, frozen.

It's gonna take me
months to clear this up.

Thank you, Jimmy.

Wait. How do I know
this is gonna stop

just 'cause Jimmy's dead?

What if he's got
more credit cards
at his place?

(CLEARING THROAT)
It's worth a look.

You know, I could use
some more Drakkar Noir.

(EXCLAIMING)
I hate boats.

All right,
thanks, Doug.

So, the lab results
are back.

The blood on
your shirt was
definitely human,

but it wasn't yours.

Look, we have five hours

before we have to go
public with this, Lou.

You remember
anything else
that might help?

On our first date,
Marcy and I took
the Circle Line.

(GRUNTS)
September 5, 1996.

I meant something that
might help with the case.

Oh. No.

(MUTTERING UNHAPPILY)

Okay, well, we're pulling
your credit card info,
your phone logs.

So, if you charged
anything last night

or made a phone call,
we're gonna know soon.

-Walsh.
-Yeah?

Can I, uh,
talk to you
for a second?

Yeah.

Listen,
I think he's playing
you here, Walsh.

Lou? No.

If he says
he doesn't remember,
he doesn't remember.

Let me just put
this in your ear, okay?

He could be building
a defense here.

An argument for
mental incompetence, which
he could take to trial.

And he's using us
to do it. You see?

Wait, I remember now.

I tried to get on
the boat last night,
but I missed it.

Are you kidding?

No, I...
I drank the fifth
and stumbled over,

but they already
closed the gate.

Oh! Excuse me!

Excuse me.

Excuse me. NYPD.

(EXCLAIMING UNHAPPILY)

Oh, crap.

(BOAT HORN SOUNDS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Detective.

Oh. Hey, Leach.

Hey, uh,

who was the guy
that was in here

with Walsh and
Shraeger before?

You mean Train Wreck?

He works out of the 1-5.
Lou Powell. Guy's a legend.

A legend how?

Well, when I knew him,
the guy carried
contact solution everywhere.

(LAUGHS) Except he didn't
wear contact lenses.

The bottle was
full of gin.

He almost got fired
for it a few times.

(LAUGHS)
Hmm. Thank you.

(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Jimmy Kung Fu?

Went out last night.
Ain't seen him since.

You his wife?

Yeah, right.

We got bad news
for you, ma'am.

Jimmy's dead.

Bad news to somebody.

I'm pretty happy
about it.

Nice.
Nice girl.

The name "Leo Banks"
mean anything to you?

-The dummy.
-What? What?

(LAUGHS)

That's what
Jimmy called it.

His alter ego.
"The dummy."

He used to
laugh about it

every time he
bought something.

Did he?
Now I'm definitely
taking that TV.

Hey, don't forget
the speakers, man.
Those are nice.

Yeah, yeah. It's coming.

If you had to
describe Jimmy...

Two words.

Danger freak.

-Oh, like you.
-Mmm.

Always driving fast,
picking fights.

I kept telling him,
"A handgun is
not a sex toy."

(LAUGHS) Similarities
are uncanny.

But Jimmy liked things
how he liked them.

Any idea where he
bought the fake IDs?

Let me keep the CDs

and the game console,
and I'll tell you.

I don't like
that 50 Cents.

-Yeah. Yours.
-All right.

Guy named Lowdown Pat.
Over in Alphabet City.

Sorry again
about the boat.

Lou.

Lou, you're gonna
have to help me out here.

I mean,
we just lost three hours.

I'm gonna have to
bring my sergeant in
on this soon.

Here, take these.

"Train Wreck" Powell,
right?

Hey.

Come on. You were
clean for five years.

Okay, so whatever
happened last night,
that was a mistake.

And we're...
We're gonna figure it out.

Okay? Sit tight.

Come on.

Look, anybody asks
what you're doing here,

just tell them
you're here to see
me about a case.

Thanks, Jason.

CLOWN: So,
I come home early,
and there she is,

in bed with her
pilates instructor.

That's the day I became
a clown for real.

A joker. A joke.

Hey, what are you
working on?

It's classified.
Top secret clearance.
Omega-mega 16.

There's no
such clearance.

(CLEARS THROAT)
That's what you think.

I found some
bloody paper towels
in the utility room.

-Walsh?
-So?

Maybe someone
got a bloody nose.

You know,
it's my job to protect
this precinct, Walsh,

and if you're into
something here,
I need to know about it.

Wrong, Eddie.
You're a detective,
just like me.

So why don't you
go process the clown
with the filthy mouth.

Solve your cases.
Stay out of mine.

So you're saying
there is a case.

I'm saying
mind your own business.

Why is it whenever
there's something funky
going on around here,

you're always right
in the middle of it?

Leave it alone!

I'm not afraid of you.

You know,
you don't get it.

You think that...
That we're all freaks.

That somehow that
you don't fit in.

Well, guess what,

you're the biggest
freak that we got.

I'm watching you!

So, I had a uniform
move Lou down
to the record room

to keep him
away from Alvarez.

(SIGHS)
We're running
out of time.

Walsh, I got to say,

I think Alvarez could
be right this time.

-What?
-No, I know the guy is
your friend, listen,

but he shows up, right?

He's covered in blood,
his knuckles are scraped,
his gun is missing,

and he says,
"I think I might have
killed someone."

Yeah, I definitely think
he killed someone.

-No. No.
-No? Why not?

I don't know if you
know any drunks, okay?

But it's not like
drinking turns them
into some...

Some other person, okay?

Booze just makes
who they are
more intense.

I once watched Lou...

He talked a girl
off a ledge.

It took six hours, okay?

She still sends
Christmas cards.

There's no way
he killed anyone.

Well, we got
Powell's data back.

After the liquor store,
he did not use
his credit card,

and he didn't
use his phone.

-Great.
-Yeah, I know.

But listen,
I was thinking,

maybe we can reconstruct
Powell's night
in a different way.

Okay, how?

Well, clearly he
went out, got drunk,

started looking
for trouble.

With any luck,
that trouble will
involve a cop.

Dispatch, this is 512.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
512, go ahead.

Go to two.

Go ahead, 512.

Hi, I'm, uh, looking
for any 911 calls

received last night
that might connect to
an off-duty officer.

Yeah, we got a mugging
on 4th Street. 11:55 p.m.

An off-duty officer
was involved.

Great. Will you have
the dispatching officers

meet us at the scene?
Thanks.

-Nice.
-I know.

I can tell you right now,
I don't know anything
about stealing IDs.

Shut up.

Hey, you think
I'm safe now?

Safe how?

You know,
Jimmy Kung Fu
took my name,

my identity,
and he died
at 42, right?

So, I'm
thinking maybe

that, uh,
that he died for me

and the real Banks
is safe.

OFFICER: Or maybe
Jimmy Kung Fu would have
lived to have been 100,

except then he
takes your name

and eats a bullet
at age 42.

BANKS: Thank you.
That's, uh, very helpful.

MAN: Aren't you glad
he's here?

You can't
ignore me forever.

Enjoy your stay.

-I...
-What?

I gotta disappear.
You cover for me.

What?

So, Lou Powell,
out of the 1-5?

That's the guy.

We got the call
around 11:55
last night.

OFFICER: When we rolled up,
Officer Powell had
a perp in a headlock.

Guy mugged some
yuppies with a saw.

Powell grabbed him,
and they struggled,
wound up on the ground.

Truth is, your boy was
looking a little cloudy.

And did you notice if
he hurt himself at all?

His knuckles got
scraped up pretty bad.

We offered him
a ride to the ER
but he said no.

Guess the blonde
was more interesting.

-The blonde?
-Oh, yeah.

5'4", long hair.
What a rack.

Why do guys
always say that?

It's not like you can
hang a coat on them.

You're right.
Let me clarify.

Her breasts
were incredible.

So you're saying that
Powell was with a woman.

She wasn't a bystander.

Not a bystander.

Did you notice
anything else about her?

-Yeah, like her face?
-No. But she really
went for the hero bit.

So there's no way
Officer Cloudy didn't
get lucky last night.

All right.
Thanks, guys.
I appreciate it.

Say hi to your mom
for me.

At least we know how
he banged up his hands.

And that
there is a blonde

with a tremendous
front porch somewhere.

Who wasn't
with him earlier.

So, clearly,
Powell kept drinking.

Maybe he met this...
Met this girl at a bar?

Or a place where they
put little umbrellas
in their drinks?

All right.

Hey.

Mustache!

What do you call that?

It's kind of
an after eight with
a Billy Dee thrown in.

Sundance Kid.

Redford. Classic.

Can I get you anything?

Walsh asked me to check in,
make sure you're okay.

No. I'm...
I'm good. Thanks.

(SIGHING)

How about a soda?

Come on, guy.
I promised Walsh
I'd take care of you.

We mustaches got
to stick together.

Yeah. A soda would
be great. Thanks.

Hey, I'm Lou Powell.

Eddie Alvarez.

Yeah. All right.

Yeah,
one soda coming up.

You know, let me
throw that out for you.

Yeah.

-Thanks, man.
-Yeah.

Okay. Got it.

We've got a problem.

Officer Lewis Powell.

From the 1-5.
He's downstairs. Hiding.

I think he was involved
in a violent incident
in the last 12 hours.

Walsh is trying
to protect him.

Just leave it alone.
It's a 13-13.

Walsh has still
got 90 minutes.

Uh, okay, I pulled
Powell's service record,

and he has a history of
black marks and reprimands,

mostly surrounding
his drinking.

He also has a couple of,
uh, excessive-force
charges from five years ago.

I think
this guy is dirty,

and Walsh is...
Is trying to bury it.

He is a cop,
and he's in trouble.

Have you not
learned one thing

from your
team-building exercise?

Oh, okay,
so you're saying

that you would risk
the security of
the precinct

for some random cop?
Because I won't.

So, either you call
Walsh and tell him
his time's up,

or I will.

-Get out.
-Okay.

-So I'll call him?
-Get out.

All right.

So, how come they
call you "Lowdown Pat"?

Honestly? It's just
like a play on words.

You know, how like they
call a fat guy "Tiny"?

But the truth is, I'm...
I'm grandmother nice.

Just so you know,
I'm legally dead.

So, if I come over there
and knock you
upside your head,

there's not a lot
anybody can do about that.

I'll keep that in mind.

You sold my credit card
information to Jimmy Kung Fu.

Allegedly.

Got it from
a coffee shop
on Delancey Street.

Probably bought it
from a waiter,

along with a lot
of other people's.

I'm an entrepreneur.
This country was built

on the idea of
a free market economy.

Uh-oh.

Look what we found
at your apartment.

You are organized.
I'll give you that.

Is there any way
that we could maybe
make a deal here?

Alphabetical.
Cross-referenced.
I mean...

What do you want?
You want my buyers
or my sellers?

-Oh, this is good.
-What?

Oh, man.
You really sell that one?

Maybe.
Do we have a deal?

We got a deal.
If you don't answer
my questions,

I'm gonna hit you
with a bag of oranges.

Then, yes,
I sold it last year

to a guy lives
out in New Jersey.

Cost real money, too.

That mark had
such good credit.

Stolen identity
number 239.
Eric Delahoy.

(LAUGHING)

Hi.

Is this a bad time?

No. Not at all.

How's your friend?

Well, he's alive.

Which he doesn't
happen to think
is as funny

as everybody else, but...

Well, I feel so stupid.

I should have confirmed
with fingerprints.

Yeah. Well, that's
why I'm here, actually.

I, uh... I need a favor.

Okay.

You know that perp
I told you about,

the one with
the brain tumor?

Yeah, well, there's...
There's no perp. It's me.

Right. I knew that.

Right, well, look,
I was wondering
if maybe, um...

If maybe you wouldn't
mind examining me.

(LAUGHING)
You would have to be
substantially less alive.

I'm a medical examiner.

Okay, I'm not talking
about cutting me open.

Okay? I'm talking about
giving me blood tests
or x-rays or whatever.

If I sent your
blood work to the lab,

do you know what
they would say to me?

"Hey, Monica,
this guy's alive."

Look. I was fine. You know?
And then I hit my head.

I was chasing some guy
and I hit my head,

and I end up in the ER,
and I get an x-ray.

And the next thing I know,
I got some doctor telling me
I got a brain tumor.

So you go
to a specialist.

I don't like doctors,
okay?

And I don't want to end up
in some hospital somewhere.

But I'm getting
pretty bad headaches.

And I'm starting to see my,
um, high school girlfriend
everywhere I go, you know?

Only she's 17
and I'm 37,

and it's really starting
to creep me out.

(SIGHS)

Plus, I know you'll
keep it quiet.

-I will?
-Yeah.

Because if you don't,

I'll tell your boss
how you pronounced
my partner dead

without bothering to
check whether or not
he's Chinese.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Which he isn't,
by the way.

Okay.

Thanks.

How are you?

You work last night?
He come in?

Got me.

But to be fair,
if it ain't got
flapjacks,

I don't look too close.

-Flapjacks?
- You know,

mambos, rangoons,
sweater puffs,
sweet rolls.

Come on.

Hefties?
Angel cakes?

Lactoids?

What?

Oh.

Thank you.
Come on.

Hefties?

Hefties.

I didn't say it.

I swear, if you took
all the time

that men wasted
thinking about
the female breast

throughout history,
there'd only be enough
time to read a magazine.

What,
like Juggs or Maxim?

Yeah, you're adorable.

Oh, let me see
the postcard thingy
that was on Powell.

Oh.

-Yeah, that.
-This thing?

What is that?
Like a crossword
puzzle or something?

Are you kidding me?
You've never seen this?

It's the periodic
table of elements.

Like iron,
hydrogen, oxygen...

Did you go
to high school?

Yeah, but while
you were in class,

I was hitting things
with a bat.

Except it doesn't
look like a postcard.

It's like a
note card or something.

Which Powell got where?

Bars aren't really known
for their stationery.

Right. All right.

If you went to a bar,
got drunk,

picked up some chick,
what's next?

Take her home.

Except we went to
Powell's place
and it was clean.

Maybe they went
to her place.

Or...a hotel.

(SIGHS) Take your time.

All right. Looks like
there is a boutique hotel
on Rivington

that just opened
called The Elementary.

It's a stretch, but...

I'll take it.

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Second Squad,
this is Dispatch.

Be advised that
the domestic dispute
at Rivington and Allen

is now coming back
as severed limb.

Where you been?

I told you.
I had a thing.

I'm a very happy man.
Ask me why.

-No.
-I'll tell you why, Eric.

Eric Delahoy,

of 111 Harmony Lane,
Princeton, New Jersey.

What are you
talking about?
That's not me.

Oh, yes, it is,
my friend. It is.

Unless you don't remember
splitting the check with me

that day at
the coffee shop.

Let me see that.

(LAUGHING)

Lowdown Pat said
the guy who
bought your identity

is named Bob Ryder.
Petty criminal.

Six arrests, three years.
Did a little time upstate.

So there's another
me out there, huh?

You're not upset
about that?

I don't know.

I'll tell you what's
not fair about
this whole thing.

Your guy actually improved
your credit score.

Bought a house
in Princeton,
got married, had a kid.

Meanwhile, my guy?
Got a new TV every week.

It's not
a competition, Leo.

Lowdown Pat really
did his homework.

He's got your
whole life here.

Did you really grow
up near Lake Placid?

Yeah, for a few years.

My dad moved us there
when we were, like, 10.

You know, he was
sick of the city.

We were gonna
live off the land
and, uh, build a house.

So, we packed up
the station wagon and...

(LAUGHING)

We moved to a field
and lived in a tent.

Yeah, I'm having
a hard time picturing
you in a tent.

I don't think
the old man realized

how difficult it was
to build a house.

-It took us two years.
-You're kidding.

I was not, uh...

(CLEARING THROAT)
I was not popular
with the local kids.

Except for Karen.

Karen?

Karen Delmonte.
She was, you know...

You know, she was my
first love or whatever.

So, Princeton,
New Jersey, huh?

Yep. Bob Ryder.

Want me to come with?
Pick him up?

No. I'll go.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

I will see you soon,
my man.

Clerk said
Mr. Powell checked in

last night around 1:00
with a young woman.

The room is actually
paid up through tomorrow.

Oh, my God!

Ellen Richards,
23 years old,
lives on Avenue C.

-Lived.
-Look at the shape
of these bruises.

Looks like she was
beaten to death

with the grip of
a revolver.

Powell's gun.

Not necessarily.

Oh, come on, Walsh.

Look, you did your best.

He killed her
and dumped the gun.

Yeah. I don't know.
This isn't him.

(SHRAEGER EXCLAIMS
IN FRUSTRATION)

(CAMERA FLASH SOUNDS)

That could have been us.

We used to talk about it.
Remember?

Getting married.

We were teenagers.

You were the first girl
I ever even kissed.

It's not too late, Eric.

You can still find a girl,
start a family.

I have a brain tumor.

You went to the doctor.

That means
you want to live.

There's still time.

Look closer. There.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

My name is Eric Delahoy.

Oh...

Oh, it gets worse.

Oh, God.

Please don't arrest me.

-Why shouldn't I?
-Listen. You don't
understand.

Everything's changed.

Okay? When I became you,
I turned my life around.

I was...
I was a screw-up before.

But then I became
Eric Delahoy,

and, uh,
everything changed.

(STAMMERING)
I got married.

I had a baby.
I have a good job now.

I pay my bills.

I give money
to charity. Please.

(STAMMERING)
You can't tell my wife.

Eric? Is everything okay?

Eric.

Everything's fine, uh...
Mrs. Delahoy.

(CLEARING THROAT)
I'm Detective Leo Banks.

There's been
a string of robberies,

you know,
in the neighborhood.

And, uh,
I just came by here

to ask you folks if, uh,

you know, you'd seen
any suspicious cars or...

No. No.
Should I be worried?

No, no, no.
It's probably
just some kids.

I'm sure
we'll catch them.

You can go on in, hon.
I'll take care of this.

Okay. All right.

(STAMMERING)
I don't know
how to thank you,

Detective, uh, Delahoy.

Just do me a favor,
all right?
Stay out of trouble.

And you take care
of your family.

You'll have the name
to yourself soon enough.

(A BIRD FLEW PLAYING)
* Some say a bird flew

* Bearing some good news

That was nice.

Yeah.

You know...

(LAUGHING)

It really is good
to see you.

I mean, even if you are
a hallucination or whatever.

You know,
I think that maybe
you were the only girl

I ever really loved.

You're sweet.

Do you think I
could call you or...

You know,
like the grown-up you?

I'm married, remember?

Sure.

But listen to me.

Don't give up.
You're not dead yet.

* ...joy would never dry

* 'Cause it's just the news

* Day after day

* Night after night

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SIGHS)

What a mess.

Sarge.

So, Alvarez is
taking Officer Powell
into custody.

13-13's over.
I'm taking you
off the case.

It's not my call.

It's okay. You did
what you could. Thanks.

I got to put you
and Shraeger on desk duty.

Get back to the shop,
write it up.

Please.

Okay.

Hey, Walsh,
we matched the blood

on Powell's shirt
to the victim.

All right. Thanks.
Tell Alvarez
it's his case now.

Yeah, yeah.
Something else, though.

Both the girl's blood

and the small amount of
vomit on Powell's shirt

show traces of Rohypnol.

-Roofies?
-That's right.

Both Powell
and the victim

were roofied
last night.

Okay, so what if
somebody drugs
both of them,

follows them here,
and then kills her?

Who? Why?

Only one person has
unsupervised access
to drinks at a bar.

That bartender.

Go.

-I owe you.
-Mmm-hmm.

Is this 'cause
I wouldn't shut up
about your boobs?

Nope.

It's because of her.

Ouch.

You know who
that is, right?

A dead girl?

Her name's Ellen Richards.

I'm drawing a blank.

It's your ex-girlfriend.

Yeah, I don't
have girlfriends.

I'm a hit-it-and-keep-moving
kind of guy, you know?

Right, so you're saying
that you and Ellen
kept it casual.

I'm saying most
of the girls I bang

I wouldn't recognize
with the lights on.

We found this picture
on the wall

in the men's room
in the bar.

It's a nice, uh,
collection of
half-naked women.

But you and Ellen,
you were in most of
the pictures together.

How long were
you dating, was it?
It was six months?

Listen, while you
were sitting in here,
I called Ellen's roommate.

She told me that
Ellen dumped your ass
a week ago

after you cheated
on her.

That's funny.
You're a comedian.
I don't get dumped.

Oh, so sensitive.

I bet she really
busted your balls, huh?

Or should I
call them yarbles?

Bollocks?

-Ghoulies?
-Shut up.

Mangerines.
Wedding vegetables.

You're lucky
your boyfriend's here.

I could ask him
to leave.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, Earl, look at me.
Over here.

There you go. Last night,
your Ellen met another man

and decided to
rub it in your face.

So she brought him
to your bar.

You dosed their drinks,
you followed them back

to the hotel,
and you killed her.

I'm not saying
another word
without a lawyer.

WALSH: Okay. Fine.

Well, you wait here
for your lawyer

while my partner
and I take
our search warrant

to your apartment.

See you soon.

(DOOR CLOSES)

How did it go
with Ryder?

Dead end.
The guy skipped town.

Good luck trying
to fix your credit.
It's a nightmare.

Let it go.
Let it go, man.

Rest in peace,
Leo Banks.

I say... I say pick
a name out of this box,

move somewhere
with trees,
live a new life.

You all right?

Ted Michaels.

(LAUGHS)
No, no, you're right.
Two first names.

That's ridiculous.

Uh, Ron Hasselmeier.

(IN GERMAN ACCENT)
I'm Ron Hasselmeier!
I live in the forest!

All right,
Gabe Tsoukis.

You might as well be
called Bob Svoulaki.

-You been drinking?
-All right, there it is.
There you are.

-Peter Sharpe.
-Peter Sharpe.

Peter Sharpe,
my friend.

He ain't afraid
to go to movies.

He ain't afraid
to order fish
at a restaurant

on a Sunday.

Peter Sharpe looks
you in the eye
when he talks to you.

-Mmm-hmm.
-Peter Sharpe races
sports cars, man,

with the top down, naked,
while he's on a "date."

You know what
I'm talking about?
Peter Sharpe.

Let me see that.
Peter Sharpe.

(WHISPERS)
Peter Sharpe.

(SCOFFS)

(OPENS DRAWER)

-Really?
-In case I can't get
my own life working...

-All right.
-You never know.

Sounds good, Pete.

-Sharpe.
-Sharpe.

-Peter.
-That's right.

What ever happened to,
"Mustaches have to
stick together"?

You don't deserve
to wear the mustache.

Let him go!
He didn't kill anyone.

Nice try.

The bartender did it.
Earl Bentley.

Found these bloody clothes
in the garbage at his place.

The victim was
his ex-girlfriend.

Ellen was making out
with Powell

right in front of
Earl at the bar.

So, Earl roofied
their drinks,

followed them
back to the hotel,

and killed Ellen when
Powell was passed out.

Let him go.

Alvarez,
in my office now.

(UNLOCKS HANDCUFFS)

-I'll take those.
-Thanks.

I don't know
what to say.

Well, you're
an alcoholic, Lou.

You need to
get to a meeting,

find yourself
a new sponsor.

But until then,
if you feel
like drinking...

Call me.

Jason...

That's okay. Come on,
I'll walk you out.

(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)

I got to say,
you are loyal.

I'm just
a big dumb dog.

(LAUGHS)

MAN 1: Rat!
MAN 2: Narc.

MAN 3: Here's the man!

(MEN LAUGHING)

Way to go, man.

Nice.

(EXCLAIMING)

(WHISPERING)
Okay, I'll be back.

Yeah.

Hey.

-Good work today,
Eddie.
-Yeah, right.

No, hey,
I'm serious.

Finding that blood,

putting
the pieces together.

You know,
you're a good cop.

For a freak.

Hey, we're all freaks,
aren't we?

That's a good thing.
To stand out,
to be different.

It makes us
good at what we do.

You just have
to understand

that there are
more important things
than rules.

Without rules,
everything falls
apart, Walsh.

All right.

How about this?
A new rule.

Cops first.

And I'm not just
talking about the guy
sitting next to you.

I'm talking about
all of us.

Because guys
that do what we do,

they deserve
a little room.

-A little slack.
-Slack?

I'm not talking
about corruption.

I'm saying,
if a guy gets
into trouble

you do what it takes
to help him out.

Because you know
that he'll do
the same for you.

It's called a family.

Yeah.
I've heard of that.

Well, you should
try it next time.

I think you'll
find that people

stop filling
your locker
with peanuts.

Hey, uh,
can I get a beer
for my friend here?

MONICA: Okay.
Okay.

Well, let's get started.
First I'm gonna
draw your blood.

So, do you want to
sit up on the table?

-Ow!
-Sorry.

It's been a while
since I did this
on someone alive.

Listen, um...

Don't move.
Stop being such a girl.