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

It's a full moon
tonight, people.

And you know
what that means.

Anything can happen.

Werewolves, succubi,

giant robots fighting
in the street.

Proceed with caution.

DELAHOY: Yes. Nice.

Why do we come here?

Oh, because it's cheap,
and there's a hospital
close by.

So if we get
food poisoning,

-we don't have
to go far.
-Huh.

WALSH: Hey, so
what'd I miss?

DELAHOY:
(CLEARING THROAT)
Let's see...

Shraeger was defending
the principle of the
warning shot.

(ECHOING)
Warning shot.
Warning shot.

-(CHUCKLING) Rookies.
-Yeah, tell me about it.

SHRAEGER: (ECHOING) What,
so it's two to the body every
time you pull your weapon?

Only reason
you pull out your gun
is to shoot someone, right?

-What?
-If you want to warn
someone, try yelling.

(PANTING)

What's going on?

I can't do this.

What?

I can't do it.

It's okay.

You'll get the next one.

This is a stickup!
Nobody move!

COP 1: Weapon!
COP 2: Come on.

COP 3: (CHUCKLING)
You've gotta be kidding.

(GUN FIRES)
(GLASS SHATTERING)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

WALSH: You all right?
BEAUMONT: You okay?

I'm out.

Dude.

You're looking at
this the wrong way,
you know?

The bullet missed you.
You're lucky.

-Lucky?
-Yeah.

What?

(SIGHING)

Hey, does that hot chick
still do yoga across
the street?

-You got me.
-Oh, yeah, really?
A guy with no TV set

and the Hubble Telescope
in his apartment

doesn't know if a
double-jointed girl who
busts out of her leotard

is doing yoga
across the way?

You think it's weird
that I don't have a TV.

No. Everything
else, yes.

Leo, look, man. Um...

(SIGHING) Here's
the thing.

(CHAIR SQUEAKING)
(GRUNTS)

I think...

I think it's time you,
uh, you see a shrink.

-You think I'm crazy?
-You sleep in
a bulletproof vest.

Your furniture
inflates.

I won't even get into
the Gymboree flooring.

You think I want
to live like this?
Huh?

All I got to do is
get through the next
six months.

Then I'm 43, and
everything goes
back to normal.

What, like magic?
Just not how it works, man.

Yeah, whatever.
I don't want to talk
about this anymore.

Fine.

(CHAIR SQUEAKING)
Oh, crap.

Are you ready to
get back to work?

Yeah, I guess.

What's wrong?

(TRUCK HORN BLARING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

You okay?

Hey! What
are you doing?

What I should've done
six months ago.

Staying home.

Leo, come on.

-Look, I'm safe
in here.
-For how long?

(PANTING)

Like I said,

I turn 43
in six months.

Oh, come on.
What the hell am I
supposed to tell people?

Tell them to
come by December 14th.

And bring
a birthday cake.

(LAUGHING)

So, I'm off tonight,
but I'll be back
tomorrow.

You do not have to
worry about me, sir.

Yeah? Last time
I left you in charge,

Delahoy glued your
gun to the urinal.

Take control, Eddie.
Show them who's boss.

(BELLS TINKLING)

What the hell?

-That's awesome.
-I don't know
what this is,

but send it back.
These things
creep me out.

Oh. Got it.

All right?
And do yourself
a favor, son.

Show them some respect.
They're good cops.

I will.

Don't screw up.

10-4.

(EXCLAIMING SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

Are your
parents related?

Huh?

You tried to rob a restaurant
that was filled with cops.

We're assuming that
your mother and father

spent Christmas together
since they were kids.

Uh, I'm from
out of town.

Yeah, I figured that.

So, Officer Maynard
is gonna finish
processing you now,

and then you're
on the 9:00 p.m.
to central booking.

-That's it?
-Have a good life.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Detective Cole.

I don't need to
remind you that there are
departmental regulations

about the display of
religious paraphernalia
in public areas.

Come on, Alvarez.
Don't be a bully.

Detective Beaumont?
Eddie Alvarez can
see your...

(WHISPERING) Your bra strap.

Pardon me?

This is a predominantly
male work environment.
We just don't...

Don't want to be
a distraction.

-Mmm.
-I mean,
come on, people.

Seriously, we got to really
consider departmental pride.
Decorum.

It's not open to
interpretation.

Is that better?

(STAMMERING) Okay.
That's...

Who's in charge
here?

Uh, I am.

Detective Eddie Alvarez,
the acting commander here.

I'm US Marshal
Ben Foster.

You got a perp
in holding?

Guy tried to rob
a Chinese restaurant?

Yeah. That's right.
Bo Keebler.

Yeah. I've been
tracking him
for weeks.

The minute you put
my guy in the system,
I got a call.

He pulled a similar
heist in Chicago,

except there
he murdered a waiter
and two customers.

(SNORTS)

It's a good thing
we caught him, then, huh?

Yeah, well,
that's just it.

I got a warrant
from Illinois.

You need to, uh,
release Keebler
to me

so that I can take him
back to Chicago.

Well, you know
how it works, Marshal.

New York tries him first,
and then Illinois.

Detective Alvarez,
can I talk to you
in private?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Okay.

To my office.

Look, I'm not
gonna lie to you.

The reason
that Keebler got away
in the first place

is I lost him.

I know. It's not
your problem.

And, I mean, you look like
you got it all together.

But me,

I'm sort of the joke
of the other Marshals.

They play pranks on me.

Practical jokes.

And when
I lost Keebler,
it was bad.

People always mock
what they don't
understand.

Right. So you understand
this isn't just another
collar for me.

This is my shot
at redemption.

Please. This guy's
an easy win for you.

If there is any way
that you can see clear
to hand him over,

I swear I will
bring him back

the minute that
he's sentenced.

You know what?

I can do that.

This is an
open-and-shut
case for us.

Nobody got hurt.

As long as you promise
to bring him back.

Oh, I will.

You have no idea
how much this
means to me.

I'm all about
the interagency
cooperation.

Let's get the
paperwork started.

(EXHALING)

Whoa, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.

"What am I doing?"

I'm not happy.
I'm miserable.

BANKS: I'm not crazy!

DELAHOY: I just told them
you had some bad tacos.

DELAHOY: You don't
just surrender.

I noticed you never
take off the vest.

BANKS: You don't know me.
You don't know my reasons.

The bottom line is
there's only one way
to live,

and that's all the way.
'Cause I promise you,

when you're my age,
you'll ask yourself,

"What the hell
did I play it
safe for?"

(KETTLE WHISTLING)
(EXCLAIMING)

(GASPING)
What am I doing?

What am I doing here?

(GROANS)

(SOFTLY) Hey, Cole.

Can I be honest
with you?

Of course.

I hate testifying
in court.

-Really?
-Yeah, I can't sleep
the night before,

and usually, I puke.

That's stage fright.
It's normal.

Whenever I get nervous
in front of a group,

I just picture them all
on their knees, praying.

(SIGHING) Detective?

I would appreciate it
if you wouldn't mock me
in front of the men.

Next time you talk
about my boobs,

I'm gonna feed you
my thong.

Hey, Eddie. Have you
seen our perp Keebler?

The bus for central's
ready to go.

Yeah, he's
in Interview One
with a US Marshal.

Keebler's wanted
for a triple homicide
in Chicago.

So I'm letting him
have the first shot
at him.

Really? 'Cause
that's not...

(ALARM RINGING)
MAN ON PA: Attention
all personnel.

Evacuate the building
immediately.

There is a bomb threat.
This is not a drill.
I repeat, not a drill.

All right, everybody!
By the numbers, people.
No screwing around.

Let's get
everybody out!

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
All units, be advised
of a disturbance

at Houston and Orchard.

Two schizophrenic men
may or may not be arguing
with each other.

We did a full sweep,
top to bottom.
Nothing.

Good. I want a trace
put on that call.

Got it.

I just need your
signature, and I'll
get out of your hair.

You saved my ass.

I can't thank you
enough.

Oh, uh, Keebler
had a backpack
when you booked him.

We'll need that, too.

Backpack
for Keebler!

Flying JPATS
tonight?

-Pardon me?
-JPATS.

Justice Prisoner and
Alien Transportation
Service.

Oh, yeah. They're holding
a plane for us at Teterboro.
So, we got to get going.

There you go.

Fly safe.

All right, people,

we're doing a bomb threat
performance review at
0030 hours.

(WOMAN SHOUTING)
(GASPS)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

What's that?

(DIALING PHONE)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

-Delahoy.
-I think I just
saw a murder.

-What?
-I was in my
sleeping chair...

-You sleep in a chair?
-Not the point, man.

I heard a scream,
and then I woke up,

and there was a man
in Yoga Girl's apartment.

He closed the curtains.

Wait a minute.
You heard the scream
and then you woke up?

No. The scream
woke me up, I think.

Leo, you had
a bad dream.

All right? It's been
a stressful week.

If I were you, I would just
go back to my sleeping chair
and get some rest, okay?

Could you go
over there for me?

-To the yoga girl's
apartment?
-Yeah.

This is what I'm talking
about. You realize
how crazy you sound?

-You gonna help me
out, or not?
-No! And if you're so worried,

why don't you go over there?

I can't.

You can't
'cause you locked yourself
in your apartment,

and you're convinced
if you go outside,
you're gonna die.

You need help, man.
First thing tomorrow,

you got to go see
a shrink. All right?
This is ridiculous.

Listen, no,
I'm not crazy.

(SIGHING)

Just get some rest,
all right?

I'm not crazy, right?

You guys are using
a new floor wax.

It's lemony.

How many times
you been here in the
last month, Marvin?

Six?
No, wait, seven.

Ah. You know you got
to stop doing this.

You act like
crime's my hobby.

We're in a recession.

No one wants to
hire an ex-con.

Okay.

Take this.

Next time, you're
going to The Tombs.

All right?

-You know your way out.
-Thanks.

So then...

I handed Dr. Bulba
the buy money,

and he gave me
a duffel bag
full of OxyContin.

Great. Just like that
on the stand tomorrow.

Dr. Lars Bulba,
aka "The Dentist."

Biggest trafficker in
illegal prescription drugs
in the tri-state area.

I still can't believe
a children's dentist
was selling drugs.

He was pulling in over
half a million dollars
a month.

We're due in court
at 9:00.

I'll put Beaumont
on the stand first.

Is the buy money secure?

It's in the evidence room,
sealed with the original
paperwork.

Okay. Get some
rest tonight.

If we land this case,
I could make Assistant
District Attorney.

It's not that big of a deal.
It happens to everyone.

It doesn't
happen to you.

-True.
-How can it not
bother you,

being on the stand
and knowing that if
you say the wrong thing,

this guy could walk?

All right, look.
Here's what I do.

When I talk to a jury,
I just think about
something I love doing,

that makes me happy.
When you're happy,
you're likeable.

-Huh.
-So, what do you
love doing?

-And there
we have it.
-Hey.

That, uh, bomb-threat
trace came back in.

Looks like it came from
a cell phone somewhere
in the neighborhood.

We're just trying
to narrow it down.

Okay. Probably just
a prank call, huh?

Hey, how you doing?
I'm looking for your CO.

That'd be Alvarez.
Alvarez!

Detective.
US Marshal
Gary Klunket.

Well, it's
US Marshal
night tonight.

Pardon me?

You have a Bo Keebler
in custody, is that correct?

(CHUCKLES)
Well, we, uh...

Do you
or don't you,
Detective?

We did. Marshall Foster
signed him out
10 minutes ago.

-Ben Foster?
-Yeah, little guy,
hangdog. Why?

Foster was
suspended last week

on suspicion of
taking bribes.

There's no way he's
legally escorting
prisoners anywhere.

But I ran his paperwork.
Everything checked out.

It doesn't matter.
You just gave my prisoner
to a suspected felon.

Repeat after me. "My job
as a police detective

"is to put
criminals in jail, not
help them break out!"

Maybe you want to
write it on the blackboard
100 times?

It's not too late.
I can fix this.

-How long have they
been gone, Eddie?
-Half-hour.

All right, Casey,
why don't you put out
a finest message

and see what we get back?
They couldn't have gone
too far.

I ran all of
his paperwork.
Everything cleared.

I don't get it, Eddie.
You are the rule king.

Why would you
let Keebler go
in the first place?

(STUTTERING) It's...

-You know what?
Never mind.
-Right.

Now I'm really curious.

Well, I had Chicago
send over the original
case file.

Foster has nothing to do
with the Keebler case.

-He lied to me.
-Really?

He's a con man.
You got played.

What I don't get is,
what does a dirty
US Marshal want

with the world's
dumbest convict?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.

Shraeger.

Sergeant Brown
is gonna kill me.

Eddie, you got to man up.

We got 11 hours
till the Sarge gets back.
We can fix this.

Now, this is
what you wanted.

You're the boss.
Take control.

SHRAEGER:
Yeah, thank you.

(SIGHS) Guys, that
was the tech unit.

They finished the trace
on that bomb threat.

Turns out it came from
inside the precinct.

(LAUGHING)
-What?

-Yeah.
-Terrific.
So let's see.

Keebler robs
a restaurant
full of cops,

gets arrested.
Foster comes in
and breaks him out.

And in between all of
this, someone calls in
a bomb threat

and clears out
the building
for 30 minutes.

Oh, this isn't
happening.

Maybe Keebler's not
the dumbest perp alive.

Maybe he robbed
that Chinese restaurant

because he wanted
to get caught.

Why would anyone
want to get arrested?

I don't know.
But I know a way
to find out. Come on.

MAN: 911. What's
your emergency?

Hey, this is Detective 412
from the 2nd Precinct.

I need a patrol car
sent over to 622 Mulberry,
apartment, uh...

Uh...

Third floor, above
the entryway door.

Yes, possible assault.

Victim is female.
Perp is male.

This is the interview tape
of Keebler and Foster
before the bomb threat.

Here you go.

Unhandcuff me.
Hurry up!

(SOFTLY)
Son of a bitch.

Is everything where
M said it was?

Yeah. I saw the door
when they printed me.

Go left out the room,
one floor down,
third door on the left.

It should be
right near the back.

What are you doing?
They'll trace that.

(CHUCKLING)
It's a throwaway.

They'll never
find us in time.

Did you have
a problem with
the CO?

Are you kidding?

(KEEBLER LAUGHING)
That guy was
a total loser.

I saw how to play him
from a mile away.

Do not hang up.
I planted a bomb
in the 2nd Precinct,

and you have 15 minutes
until it blows.

Now, you remember
exactly what you're
supposed to do, right?

We give it
at least a minute.

(SIGHING)
Son of a bitch.

So why'd they call
the bomb threat?

They didn't need it
to escape.

Well, the bomb threat
cleared the building.

They had 10 minutes
alone in the precinct

before the bomb squad
got here, so...

So why did two felons
want to be alone in
a police precinct?

ALVAREZ: It's
the evidence room.

Officer Trunk,
report.

I just started
inventory.

So far,
everything
checks out.

All right,
look for anything
out of place, guys.

Keebler said it was
somewhere in the back.

Guys, I got
an empty evidence box.

Space number 790.

It's Cole and Beaumont's
case. That's $50,000
missing from this box.

That's the case Nicole's
prosecuting tomorrow.

This wasn't a breakout.
It was a heist.

ALVAREZ: Oh, no.

What's going on?

-We got robbed.
-What?

How can we get robbed?
We're a police station.

Yeah, remember the genius
that tried to take the
Chinese restaurant?

Well, a dirty US Marshal
came in to pick him up.

They're the ones that
called in the bomb threat.

When the precinct
was empty, they raided
the evidence room.

Stole $50,000 from
the Dentist case.

-What?
-There's no case
without that money.

It's my fault.

I let the Marshal
take him.

Well, we have
to tell Nicole.

No, no. Not yet.

I say we catch these guys,
get the money back tonight.

Doesn't matter.
Once they break
the evidence seal,

the chain of custody
goes out the window.

Well, then, we catch them
before they break the seal.

-How?
-Yeah. How?

The dentist.

You think
the dentist hired them
to tank the case?

Well, there's plenty of money
in that evidence room.

Why only take
the one envelope?

Well, the dentist
has been in jail
since his arrest,

which means there's got
to be a record if he
contacted these guys.

Phone calls,
visitor log.

Okay, let's pull it.
Pull it quietly.

The minute this gets
out, we're done.

-All right? Let's move.
-Walsh.

Thank you.

You need to call the
US Marshal's office,
okay, Eddie?

Just fill them in,
but tell them to
keep it quiet.

Threaten them
if you have to.

All we need
is nine hours.

If we don't get the
money back by then,

it won't matter.

You should be in charge,
you know, not me.

Everybody has
a first day, Eddie.

All that matters is
what you do next.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Police! Open up!

Are you kidding me?

You call in
about the assault?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
across the street.
Is she okay?

Yeah, we knocked.
No one answered.

Super said he saw
that tenant go out
earlier in the evening.

No. No, no, no.
I saw...

Oh, let me guess.
You're a bird watcher.

(COP LAUGHS)
-That's not... Look,
the girl was alone,

-doing yoga.
-Yoga! That must've
been great.

Yeah, and the
next time I looked...

Hey, you know
it's against the law
to spy on people?

Listen, fellas,
I'm on the job.

Detective Leo Banks,
2nd Precinct.

Oh! Then the girl
was, what, a suspect?

Listen to me.

You need to get
inside the apartment

and see if there's
any signs of a struggle.

You hear that, Gus?

The detective here thinks
we need to get inside
the apartment.

Thank God he's here.
Otherwise I might forget
how to wipe my butt.

Very funny. Now, are
you gonna go over there,

or do I need to call
the Squad Sergeant?

What's with the
inflatable furniture?

Get out. Thank you,
fellas. I'm done.

Glad to be of service, sir.
You have a nice evening.

Yeah, yeah, thanks.
Wait. What's her name?
The yoga girl.

(SIGHS)
-This is a
professional request.

-Carmen.
-Carmen what?

-Carmen Dunn.
-Thank you.

You have a nice day.

(MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(TYPING)

(BANKS MUMBLING)

(SIREN WARBLES)

(GRUNTING)

J17-SBK...

J17-SBK1.

WALSH: 2120 hours.
The suspects leave
the evidence room.

That must be
the dentist's money
in that green bag.

So they hit
a blind spot
for four minutes.

Then they
reappear here,

and they enter
the personal effects
holding area.

It's the backpack.
They put the money
in Keebler's backpack,

which I returned to him.

The dentist's prison log
shows six calls in two weeks
to a pay phone on Avenue A.

And I did
a background check on
US Marshal Ben Foster.

Turns out he grew up on
the same street as the
dentist in New Rochelle.

(SIGHS)
They've been friends
since grade school.

Great, so, that
connects them,

but that doesn't
help us find them.

There you are!

Oh, hey, honey.
We're just, uh...

I thought
you got off
at midnight.

Uh, they stayed to
help us out with a case
we're working on.

Well, I need them rested
for trial in the morning.

Eddie, can't you
send them home?

Uh...

-Eddie?
-Uh, yeah.

Uh, Beaumont, Cole,

why don't you guys
go ahead and clock out?

But we... We really
want to help on that case.

Yeah, I know.

Just go on home.

Thanks, babe.

BEAUMONT: You've
gotta be kidding me.

I'm heading home myself,
get a few hours of sleep.

Okay.

-You okay?
-Uh, yeah. I'm fine.

Yeah, Just go...
Get some sleep.

-All right. Bye.
-Okay. Bye.

I keep thinking about
something Foster said.

He asked Keebler
if everything was
"where M said it was."

Who's... Who is "M"?

Maybe an inside man?
A cop?

Oh, tell me it's not
another crooked cop.

I could run
new background checks
on support staff.

What if it's not
one of us, but
one of them?

-"Them"?
-Yeah, two types of people
in a police station.

-Cops and criminals.
-Criminals.

Yeah. We get the same perps
in and out of here every week.

They know the place
as well as we do.

So, we're looking
for a recidivist
with the initial "M."

-What?
-Marvin.

Before you say anything,
I bought him with
my own money.

I even kept
the receipt.

This isn't about
the dummy, Marvin.

Because I thought
about what you said,
and you're right.

I need a new gig.

Get my act together.

So, meet Marvin II.

I'll say this much,

I've never quite
seen a ventriloquist
like you before.

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)
What's that supposed
to mean, biotch?

Marvin, I'm serious.

-Marvin!
-If that dummy
says another word...

Yeah? What are
you gonna do?

Uh... Uh... Cry?

Hey!

Marvin, has anyone
approached you
in the last month

regarding information
about the precinct's layout?

-I'm okay.
-Marvin!

Look at the photos.

Hey, I know them!
They bought me drinks
at the Ear.

Uh, Bo and Ben.
They were really nice.

That's right.
What did you
tell them?

I don't know.
They just wanted to know
where some stuff was.

Said they heard
I was "The Man"
at the 2nd.

"The Man."
I like that.

Oh, Marvin.

What?

-Oh, no. Did I
screw up again?
-Mmm-hmm.

These guys
bluffed their way
into the precinct

and stole $50,000
in evidence.

It wasn't weird to you
that they were asking
those questions?

About a police station?

They were nice. People
don't talk to me much.

That's why I got Marvin.
He's my friend.

You're killing me,
Marvin. You're
killing me.

Please tell me
that you remember
something, anything,

that's going to help us
with this case.

I don't know.
I was pretty drunk.

But there was a girl
with them.

Nancy? Nora?

We went to a bar
near her apartment.

-Where?
-You got me.
It was in Brooklyn.

But... Wait!

There was
a cow outside.

-A cow.
-Definitely a cow.

(CHUCKLES) So she
lives in a field.

No. An apartment.

Marvin. You know where
I have to take you now,
don't you?

The Tombs.

That's right.
Bring number two.

Come on!

(HISSING IN FRUSTRATION)

(MUTTERING)

(PHONE RINGING)

-Delahoy.
-Hey, it's me.
Don't hang up.

I saw a man come out
of the building
across the street,

and I'm pretty sure
he was dragging a body
in a duffel bag.

-You saw the body?
-No. But it was
a big duffel bag.

-I'm hanging up.
-No, no! Wait!

I got his
license plate number.
My Internet's down,

and I just need you
to run the plate.

-That's it?
-That's it.

Just run the plate,
see if he's got
any priors.

It's J17-SBK1.

Maybe you could see
if he has any connection
to Yoga Girl.

Her real name's
Carmen Dunn. Two N's.

Thought you said run
the plate and that's it.

Eric, please.
I think something
really...

Really what?

Dude, you there?

He's back.

He's in the apartment.

Who's back?

(PHONE CLATTERS)

Leo?

Hey. Leo.

Fine, screw it.

(CLEARING THROAT)

(EXCLAIMING)

(TYPING)

(PHONE RINGING)

BANKS ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
I'm not here. Leave a message.

Hey, man, it's me.
You there? Pick up.

(SIGHING)

Okay, look, I ran
that plate you gave me.

The owner's name
is Reginald Worthy.

He's been questioned
in the disappearance
of one woman in Queens

and another one
in Rhode Island.

He works at a photo lab
in the same mall as
Yoga Girl.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Uh, listen, man,

I think this guy
could be a serial killer.

Be careful.
I'm on my way.

ALVAREZ: Hey, babe.
NICOLE: Hey, babe,
is something wrong?

Sorry. I didn't mean
to wake you up.
I just, um...

I'm having a...

I'm just having
a tough night.

Oh, honey.
It'll be okay.

Can we talk about it
after the trial?

(EXHALES DISMISSIVELY)
Oh, yeah.

(STAMMERING) You're right.
It's late. you should
get some sleep.

You have...
You have a big
day tomorrow.

-Okay. I love you.
-I love you, too.
Good night.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Hi.

Hi.

You know that
your, um...

Your wife and I
went to high school
together?

-No, I didn't.
-Yeah.

-(CHUCKLING) We didn't
really get along.
-Oh.

(STAMMERING)
I actually
hated her.

A lot.

But now I think
she's, you know,
kind of cool.

She's become
her own person.

I met Nicole
when I was still
on foot patrol.

She was in law school.

I think she liked
that I carried a gun.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

And the mustache.

-(CHUCKLES) Of course.
-Yeah.

For sure. Uh...

But, you know, I knew
it was just a fling.

There's no way
a girl like that

likes a beat cop
named Ed Alvarez.

"Eddie" Alvarez.

No. It was
just "Ed" then.

-Mmm.
-Just a gangly yutz
from Mamaroneck

who took his stepfather's
last name when he joined
the force,

so he could get
promoted faster.

Well, look
what happened.

She married you.

You know, if it was up to me,
I would just be a detective.
I would solve crimes.

But Nicole...

She deserves
a champion, you know?

Not some guy
with a cheap suit

who punches the clock
every day.

That's what
a champion is,
Eddie.

Someone who'll
do the work

that other people think
is beneath them.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Do you know where
I can find a cow
in Brooklyn?

-A cow?
-Yeah. Marvin said
our suspects

are staying at a place
with a cow outside.

Oh, there's a cow in front
of Vaca's Steak House.

But it's not a real cow.
It's a sculpture.

You're a genius.

-What?
-What do you say, boss?

Want to go catch
some bad guys?

Hell, yes.

ALVAREZ: Police!
Don't move.

Drop the bag.

Put your hands up.

Who's the joke
now, bitch?

Walsh. The dentist's
bag, it's empty.
The money's gone.

Where is it?

Where is it?

(PANTING)

Am I crazy?

We know you work
for the dentist.

We're not mad.
We just want to get

-the evidence back.
-Mmm-hmm.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

(STAMMERING) Only
one of you morons

is going to get a deal
here, you understand?

Now, right now your
partner's next door
talking to my boss.

Let's not forget,
Foster is a cop.
He knows how it works.

You think he's gonna
keep his mouth shut
and go to jail?

He's probably
selling you out
right now.

Think about it.

You picked the wrong
precinct to rob,
Benjamin.

(LAUGHS) Oh,
come on, please.
I did my homework.

This place is a joke.

Chaotic, disorganized.

Too much personality,
not enough discipline.

You give me 24 hours,
I bet you I could
rob it again.

(SOFTLY)
You're gonna tell me
where that money is.

Or what?

What are you
gonna do, Nancy?

Hit me?

Hey. Never mind.
Keebler's talking.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Perfect.

Enjoy your life at
Sing Sing, Benjy.

Do you really think
that junior varsity
psych crap

is gonna
work on me?

I know
that Bo is not talking,
and he knows I won't.

So you got nothing.

(VOICES ECHOING)
(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

You had a bad dream.

Maybe I am crazy.

(GRUNTING)
(CHOKING)

(COUGHING)

Help!

Help!

Leo! Hold on, buddy!

Just hold on!

(GROANING)

(ROARING)

(GRUNTING)

Stand clear!

(GRUNTING)

Son of a bitch!

Leo! Leo!

(CRASHING)

(FIGHTING STOPS)

(PANTING)

Pal?

(LOCKS OPENING)

Hey.

Hey.

(PANTING)

He popped
the couch.

(PANTING) Told you
I wasn't crazy.

(GASPING)

Brand new day.

Okay.

I'm gonna call Nicole
and Captain Morgan.

I'll take all the heat.
Thanks, you guys.

-All righty.
Here goes.
-Wait.

Keebler's girlfriend said
that he and Foster rolled up
to her place around 11:30.

I'm thinking that they
went straight there
from the precinct.

They didn't have time
to drop the money anywhere.

Right. The girlfriend
said our suspects
stayed at her place

until we came
and arrested them.

And we searched
their apartment,
the van. Nothing.

So, either
they threw the money
out the window...

(SCOFFS)

Or they never had it
in the first place.

The surveillance cameras
did lose Keebler and Foster
for four minutes.

Yeah, but if they didn't
take it out with them,
what did they do with it?

Nicole just
paged us to court.
What do I tell her?

Stall her.

Look, if we can't
find this money,

we've got to tell
the DA's office now.

Detective Beaumont,
listen to me
very carefully.

This is my decision.
I'm in charge. Now,
go stall my wife.

She's right, Eddie.
You should call
your wife.

(CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING)

-The box.
-What?

Somebody sent
Sergeant Brown
a box yesterday,

and it was full
of these dolls.

(STAMMERING) I put it
on that table
right over there.

SHRAEGER: So?
-So, where's the box?

Brown asked me
to return the box,
and it's gone.

Again, so?

So Keebler and Foster knew
that they might get caught.

But they had to make sure
that the money disappeared.

They couldn't risk
taking it out
in a backpack.

(TROLLEY CLATTERING)

Hey!

I'm looking for a box
about that big.

It would have been
dropped off last night.

Last night's mail
just went out,

-so you can...
-Come on.

Move, move, move!
Move!

Hey! Hey!

Stop!

What the hell
are you doing?

NYPD. Open the back.

(GASPS)

It'll be there.

It's still sealed.
Booking slip intact.
Now, move.

Sirens all the way.
Drive on the sidewalk
if you have to.

Got it.

-Good work, boss.
-(PANTING) Thank you.

-Alvarez!
-Uh, Sarge. Yes.

Status report.

Uh, all is quiet, sir.

We had a bomb threat
last night around 9:00 pm,

but that turned out
to be a prank.

Everything's normal.

Is he lying?

-No, sir.
-No, sir.

Okay, what about
the banks thing?

-The what?
-The Noho Strangler?

Banks and Delahoy
just caught the guy.

Haven't you been
following the
radio calls?

Uh, well...
I don't...

It's called
multitasking,
Eddie.

Okay.

-Say it.
-I'm not saying it.

You're gonna say it.

Fine.

Staying at home is
not safer than
coming to work.

(SIGHS) You were
right, Sarge.

About what?

They are good cops.