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Hi, Jill.

I�m sorry, Diane.

Come on in.

I...

I don�t know what to do about Don.

It�s okay, Jill. Sit down, we�ll figure it out.

Want some water?

You going to throw it on me?

Did you, um,

did you see anything on the news about don�s collar?

Diane: No.

Yeah, I didn�t see anything.

That must be a relief.

Yeah, I was afraid I was going to see it on the news.

Here you go. Thanks.

-

I, I feel like

i�m on one of those wheels in a cage,

which would make me the rat in this story,

which i�m trying not to think I am.

Why would you be the rat?

Because I made him the boys� father.

I loved him.

He was always in trouble,

and --

and I loved that about him, too.

I don�t know what to tell the boys.

Maybe that means don�t say anything.

I don�t want to tell them anything.

We�ll see how things shake out

with this move the boss is trying.

Yeah, you know, maybe if Don gets a deal

and they don�t make him testify,

or if they use his information

and they don�t make him testify and he doesn�t have to do time -- Jill.

Jill.

You know, what kind of sense does it make, Diane,

when someone like Don

has got people going crazy over him,

and -- and someone like Bobby is dead?

We�ll just get through it, Jill.

We�ll just get through it.

We got to get to work.

This is work.

Ha ha.

Yeah.

D.o.a.�s Ricardo montel.

He was watching TV with his wife and kid.

Shooter -- dark male -- just walks into number 1 --

couple shotgun blasts to the chest.

Looks like nothing was taken. Wife�s in number 6.

Yeah, we�ll go talk to her. Man: Name�s Rosie.

She�s crying upstairs. You�re gonna have to get her out of the bathroom.

We got it.

D.o.a.�s brother threw shots at him with this.

Joaquin enriquez.

Joaquin? I live next door.

How do you spell that? Just put "Joe" down.

You threw shots at the guy? Damn right I did.

I heard the noise, my sister-in-law screaming.

I grabbed my .38, I come outside,

I see this prick running, I throw some shots.

You hit him? Could be.

He tripped, lost his rifle.

Shotgun -- we got that.

You were just waiting for a lull

to convey that you�ve got the murder weapon.

So what did this guy look like?

I just saw the back.

You got a permit for that .38?

Yeah. I work in plumbing supply.

Cash business -- our office ain�t exactly park Avenue.

Who might want your brother dead?

Could have been robbery.

Broad daylight, nothing missing -- looks personal.

What kind of business was rico in?

Same as me -- it�s his business I work for.

Also, rico sometimes --

he loaned money.

Someone might have wanted to cancel a loan.

Got any idea who that could be?

I stayed out of his way.

All right, thanks for your help, Mr. Enriquez. We�ll be in touch.

I�m going to get my gun back, right?

Yeah, yeah. That is, if we don�t lose it.

So i�m waiting for you to ask me

how it went with that Loretta beckwith

of e. M. S. Last night.

Yeah, how�d it go?

I had some moment of realization.

A couple in the buffet line

at that lancotta�s restaurant --

girl�s maybe a fast 22, guy with her�s mid-40s,

and i�m thinking to myself,

"what is in that man�s mind?

Don�t he realize the dopey contrast?"

I then look at this e. M. S. Girl beside me

and I realize, as far as age discrepancy,

her and I are no different from that couple.

In fact, we�re a mirror image.

Brought me up short, i�ll tell you that much.

Hey, Greg, I passed the sergeant�s test.

Yeah. James.

I�m number 67.

I heard the job�s going to take the first 100.

Congratulations, buddy.

I can�t figure i�m anything but nuts --

when I find out i�m in line for a promotion,

it throws me for a loop.

Well, James,

moving up to sergeant�s a life-changing career move.

Yeah, more salary,

better pension, and steadier hours --

who wouldn�t have misgivings?

Well, how about a totally new work environment

and loss of prior friendships

on the other side of the ledger, James?

Imagine spending a whole shift behind a desk.

That�s what a lot of them guys do.

Not to mention loss of prior friendships.

Anyways, food for thought, I guess, you know?

Yeah, you absolutely

got to give it serious consideration.

Well, one thing I guarantee you --

whatever I decide,

the friendship between you and me continues.

No, that -- that goes without saying.

I mean, you�re my friend

and godfather to my child.

Absolutely goes without saying, James.

Got a man D.O.A. in his apartment,

male hispanic, shooter fled on foot.

Shooter walks in, gives him two in the chest.

Wife got some kind of look at the guy,

but she was too upset to talk. Locked herself in the bathroom.

We got her coming in soon to look at pictures.

Danny: We got a shotgun.

Crime scene�s processing that for prints.

Plus we got the d. O. A.�s brother, lives next door,

who threw shots at the guy.

That�s when the shooter dropped the shotgun.

He get a look?

No, Joaquin says he only saw him from behind while he was taking target practice.

We�re also working on dumping the phone records.

Good. Keep me posted.

Are there cases you don�t want to keep posted on?

What�s the point of saying that?

Okay. Get out of my office.

Man: Latent prints. I�d like to speak to a detective.

This gentleman wants to see a detective.

He gestures as if he�s acknowledging a crowd,

and I think he�s saying he�s uncrowned royalty.

Yeah, detective sipowicz, detective Sorenson.

How�s it going?

Gentlemen,

do I appear to have a fungo bat in my hands?

Do you think you have one?

Preston Ross -- latent prints.

On our job.

Latent prints -- Preston Ross.

Our computer kicked out a hit

on those prints we lifted off that shotgun

from your crime scene, and I was so pleased,

I came to deliver the message personally.

Who�s our man, Preston?

I�ve got some charts right here.

Do we have somewhere we could post them?

Dactyloscopy, gentlemen --

the study of the papillary ridges.

Andy: Come on, Ross,

you said the computer kicked back a match.

Well, as you can see on these lifts

from your shotgun,

two, perhaps three different people

handled the substrate.

But on the left here, that�s your man.

One of the persons who touched this weapon

had greasy hands.

Now, because his hands were greasy,

his print on the weapon is patent,

and because the patent print

is superimposed on the latent prints,

we know that the man who left it

was the final handler of the gun,

and hence, the likely perpetrator.

Terrell Biggs, gentlemen.

I, took the Liberty of running him through bci.

It�s mostly penny-ante stuff.

Terrell took some step up with this whack?

This is good.

Don�t thank me. Thank the technology.

You thank the technology for US.

Yeah, it probably understands you better.

I-I�ll just take a moment, if you don�t mind.

Successful casework in the field

is a little new for me.

Sure. Have a doughnut.

"Have a doughnut."

This is the widow.

Hi, i�m detective Russell, Mrs. Enriquez.

We appreciate your coming in.

Yeah, I recognize your voice.

I�m sorry I wouldn�t talk to you before.

We understand.

Locked herself in the bathroom.

Wouldn�t talk to them.

My partner Jill kirkendall.

Hi.

Sorry for your loss.

My god. I recognize your voice, too.

Her husband murdered in their own apartment.

The victim was also your brother, correct?

Rico was my brother, also. Yeah.

I tried to shoot that son of a bitch who murdered him,

but I missed that son of a bitch.

Rosie, come sit here.

Come here.

So what do you want to ask Rosie?

Diane: Can you tell US what you saw?

Let me see if I can collect myself.

Grab up some photos from the cabinet.

Ballpark for our boy Terrell?

Yeah, photos in his area. It�s a deep pool.

I was in the kitchen

mixing rico�s maalox and cereal.

I ran to the living room when I heard the shots.

Rico was just laying on the couch, blood everywhere.

The killer was trying to go through his pockets,

but when he saw me, he ran.

Can you describe him?

Best I saw, he was a black guy,

big, maybe 30, but I didn�t see him that good.

My god.

Everyone liked rico, more or less.

Suppose you could look at some photos

for the possible perpetrator?

For the guy who shot rico?

This is detective sipowicz.

I don�t recognize your voice.

He talked to me outside the building.

Yes, how are you? Could you look at these?

Okay...

But I don�t waive my rights not to testify.

My understanding is you only saw the shooter from the back.

Yeah, the back exclusively.

Okay, well, why don�t we get some coffee?

No, I want to support my sister-in-law.

Okay. Well, then let�s go sit down over here, okay?

Over there?

Yeah, sure, over there�s fine.

Tell US if you recognize anybody.

Diane: Take a look, Rosie.

What the hell is he doing here?

This guy didn�t have nothing to do with it.

Who is that man?

This guy is some drunken bum, hangs around my neighborhood

picking through garbage, sleeping in the alley.

He walks with a big limp.

The guy who shot my husband took off like a jackrabbit.

What do you people do with the taxpayers� money?

Why don�t you look through the rest of these?

Probably picked up the shotgun when the perp dropped it, this tyrrell.

That�s why his is the last print.

Gets rid of it when he sees all the cops.

So much for ground balls.

I don�t recognize any of these guys.

So that�s it for her?

That�s it for now. We appreciate you coming in.

Before rico got shot, the last 20 minutes,

our phone rang three different times.

The last time, I made rico answer it

so he could give the business to whoever was hanging up.

Last words I had to hear him say --

"kiss my ass. Die, you dirty creep."

He wasn�t like that that often.

We�re already getting on your phone records and we�ll check those calls out.

Thanks for coming in.

I�m going to take her home now.

Take the whole day from work.

He�s a candidate for the homicide.

Yeah.

You got the heart to tell him

his fungo�s a foul?

Would you mind letting me know

when we collar up on this Biggs?

Yeah, we think we may even have

a place to look for the guy.

That fast.

Yeah. They know one of biggs� recent places.

Preston: Wow. Yeah.

Preston Ross.

Detectives kirkendall and Russell.

Hi.

How�s it going?

Latent prints.

Glad to be on the team.

So, um, Diane, should I ask

how the negotiations are going for don�s deal?

You know, ask the boss how that�s going,

do you think?

What do you think, Jill?

When he told me he was going to work something out,

the boss said if I didn�t get Don out of my head,

nothing he did would make any difference because i�d just screw everything up,

so I wasn�t sure if this was letting Don into my head

or just seeking information.

That�s why I asked your advice.

Don�t ask the boss.

Hey, how�s it going?

Hey, Greg.

Phone dump info

from the d. O. A.�s apartment coming in?

The three calls they got just before the homicide

were all from the same cell phone.

The d. O. A.�s wife didn�t put him on

till the last call.

If the shooter was trying to confirm

the d. O. A. Was home, that would explain three.

We�re waiting to get

the cell phone subscriber�s pedigree from taru.

Isn�t it something how fax-dependent we�ve become?

What are you waiting for, Greg?

I guess technically i�m violating regs.

A buddy of mine at the bureau

is checking a credit app snafu --

faxing me my trw report.

Yeah, that�s a document

i�d as soon not have lying around the fax tray.

Not under here.

I�ve been checking it pretty regular.

So how�s this for a piece of news --

James Martinez passed the sergeant�s test.

I didn�t know he had taken it.

Hey, when he�s of a mind,

my partner plays it plenty close to the vest.

Kept me in the dark as well.

Who�s that for?

Cell phone�s registered to a Larry Watson.

So now we get to run Larry through bci.

Yeah, information superhighway?

Proceed at your own peril.

Anyways, that�s -- that�s great for James.

Yeah, well, you know,

he�s still processing the ins and outs,

as am I, completely candid,

but on balance, I-I think it�s great.

Just great.

It�s bad, it�s bad, it�s bad, it�s bad.

Let it be bad

speaking directly down at the floor, Terrell. Can we work that out?

The whole situation is bad.

Are you chewing that gum?

I ate the gum.

Give him more gum, would you?

I know my breath smells.

Feels like I slept with dog crap in my mouth.

Sit this guy in the pokey.

Make Terrell chew this.

You can�t make me do nothing.

I�m here on my own cooperation.

We got the phone dump from the d. O. A.�s apartment.

The three hang-ups the widow was talking about

came from the same cell phone.

The cellular is registered to a Larry Watson.

Bci is faxing watson�s photo and rap sheet.

Join US talking to Terrell?

We�ll stay alert for the fax.

Why I tend to swallow them

is the sugar rots your teeth,

and I got a horror of dying toothless.

Yeah, good.

Thanks, Josh.

Josh: Yeah, good.

Sipowicz: What are you taking an attitude for?

We�re the ones staying.

You realize you�re here on a homicide, right, Tyrell?

Whoa!

What you talking homicide? Come on, fewer h�s?

Your prints are on the murder weapon. It�s an open-and-shut case.

You better tell US about that shotgun, Terrell,

�cause I don�t see no Johnnie Cochran

getting you off for them fingerprints.

Listen to me --

and stand back, �cause i�m coming with it all.

Garbage day.

I�m out the front of the building I sleep behind

circulating for useful disposables,

and up jumps a firefight.

Poppety, pow, pow, pow, pow!

From inside the building.

Couple seconds later,

here comes a brother down the outside steps.

Poppety comes from a window on the first floor.

Big old fat ol� thing leaning out.

Brother drops the shotgun and keeps on trucking.

I touched that shotgun,

and then I left it be,

and that�s all I had to do with no murder.

One of those a recent arrival from bci?

-Yeah.

Do you recognize the brother, Terrell?

I got eyes to get back to my alley.

Think we want you on a witness stand?

That the recent arrival?

That�s the one.

Um...

Hey, John.

I noticed your name at the top of this.

You will not believe this, John,

but i�ve seen this document.

I must have left it upstairs in the fax tray

after being doubly vigilant, checking had it come in.

You must have other things on your mind.

James Martinez passed the sergeant exam, John.

Really?

Yes, he did.

Took the test, unbeknownst to me,

and wrote some good score.

67th on the list.

Am I happy for James, John?

Of course I am,

but what I bet he�s feeling also

is one simple fact --

a boss never has a partner.

He don�t have a partner, John,

and a partner in a good working partnership

is hands down the absolute best part of this job.

You�d miss him.

And that would be true also.

I-I was thinking of this from james� perspective,

but, yeah, if he --

if he were to take that promotion,

i�d miss James plenty.

Anyways, thanks for taking my back.

Of course.

It�s a figure of speech.

Ha ha.

Jeez, it stinks in here, fellas, don�t it?

Yeah, it stinks like a bum was in here

who witnessed a shooting incident.

What?

Some bum witnessed a shooting. Sit down.

Danny: We got a guy shot this morning, Larry.

We got three phone calls, all within a half an hour

of that shooting, all traced to your cell phone.

Maybe someone used my phone.

This phone? The one we picked you up with?

Who�d you loan it to?

Come on, man.

You know they can clone them phones, man, please.

Yeah, there�s a criminal element out there

exploits every technological niche.

Yeah, yeah, you know, now that you�re saying,

I tried reaching a friend of mine,

but I kept getting a wrong number.

You�re picked out, Larry.

You�re seen running out the apartment building.

You�re seen tossing the murder weapon.

The world�s greatest expert lifted your latent prints off the shotgun.

We�re going to bring the widow in here

and the guy who threw those shots trying to stop you,

and after they pick you out,

you know what kind of wiggle room you�re going to have?

What kind of wiggle room?

The wiggle room of scrunching around, getting comfortable in the gift box you�re in

when we hand you to the d. A.

Hope your personal friendship

with governor pataki gets you a pardon.

So you�re saying I got no wiggle room at all. That right?

You got something for US?

The guy who hired me counts for something.

The guy who hired you is big.

He�s a big fat slob that tried shooting me afterwards.

I�m wiggling pretty good now, aren�t I?

I�ll tell you,

i�m so full of public outrage how i�m being handled.

We appreciate your cooperation.

Man: Detective Russell? Yeah?

Detective denby. You got a minute for me?

What�s it about?

Is this young lady on the job?

Come on, Rosie.

Rosie: If you wind up showing me another street bum

or can collector to identify

for my husband�s possible murder suspect,

i�m going straight to the national enquirer.

Okay, that�s a deal.

What?

Can we talk outside?

Not till I know what this is about.

I�m with the narcotics task force.

I�m investigating the information

detective kirkendall�s ex-husband�s providing

to secure his plea agreement.

None of this is out of school.

Yeah, I like being outside when it�s a little nippy.

No, i�m saying

if you want to tell your partner we talked,

that�s perfectly okay.

See, that was my partner I just walked in with, so she�s gonna know that we talked.

Yeah, I know. I know that was your partner.

Her ex-husband beats jail

only for a full and total flip,

which he is nowhere close to doing yet,

and i�m presuming, for her kids,

even if she thinks he�s a hard-on,

she don�t want this guy doing 20.

So are we getting close

to why i�m out here freezing?

I�m not looking to hurt her.

If she�s got something,

she can help US with putting pressure on this guy.

Even if that information puts her in an awkward light,

she shouldn�t be afraid to give it up.

She had nothing to do

with what her ex-husband was into.

If she needed to give it up through someone else,

that�d be okay, too.

Did you hear what I said?

Jill had nothing to do with this.

Her ex-husband indicates otherwise.

What?

He indicates she had

some kind of peripheral connection,

and he�s not going to say nothing more about her to protect her.

I want her to know

I could care less about her peripheral connection.

I know what women do to protect their families.

My sole interest is what she can tell me about him

that I can use to get her asshole ex up in the air.

You should go in and get warm.

All the tea in China, I will not appear in court.

We understand that, Rosie.

This I. D., if I make it, is for I. D. Purposes only.

Let�s not get ahead of ourselves, Rosie.

That�s right, assuming I even see the person in there.

We ready?

My god.

If you recognize any of the men in that room,

tell US which number

and where you recognize him from.

Lift the frickin� shade.

You dirty bastard!

Sounds like she may have picked the guy out.

Yeah, that could be a positive I. D.

Only shot that guy�s got,

give a statement up while it still means something.

Means something as far as what?

Facilitating the process.

Full disclosure -- once you�re I. D.�d

in a homicide, that�s all you got left.

Full disclosure shows cooperation and remorse.

Assuming he�s got something to disclose.

Some aspect of the case we have yet to fill in.

Last thing that guy in there has got going for him.

The son of a bitch that shot rico

is in that room, Joaquin.

Diane: Okay, Rosie, okay.

Positive I. D. Go in and close the deal.

See if this guy�s got anyone else to give you.

Rosie: Take me home.

I don�t want that son of a bitch glimpsing me.

H-Hold on a second.

Rosie: You say in my grief I can lean on you.

I�m asking you for a simple ride home!

I may have some facilitating information.

Of what type?

Facilitating information

while an aspect of the case is still open,

showing cooperation...

And remorse.

You know something about what happened

to your brother, Joaquin,

that ruined my life�s expectations?

We can give you a ride home, Rosie.

Yeah, take her home. Take care of her.

Did you ruin my life�s expectations, Joaquin,

�cause you had a hard-on for your brother�s wife?

She needs to go home now.

Is that what this fat stinking slob is talking about?

Okay, Rosie, okay.

My brother was a prick.

If she could love him,

I thought I could make her love me, too.

Come on. We�ll go in the coffee room and talk.

Believe me, jail�s sometimes preferable

to what you would have wound up with.

I�ll bet Rosie was working

on a personals ad riding home --

"recent widow seeks meal ticket."

Was it about me -- Harry denby?

Yeah, it was about you.

And you haven�t told me why?

And I haven�t told you

because I didn�t know what I should do.

He wants me to give you a message.

I don�t know if he can be trusted.

He�s a task force guy that�s working with Don,

checking out his story.

And what�s the message he wants you to give me?

Jill, looking back, could you ever maybe

have done something for Don,

completely without knowing?

Sure, I could have.

I could have dropped off boxes of pastries

his mother made for private parties,

help beat a tail.

I did.

Whatever you gave,

even if any of it implicated you,

this task force guy says he�d write it up

"investigated and unfounded."

As long as what you did was unintentional,

he�d say it never happened.

And we believe the task force guy?

He wants Don to realize he�s got no leverage.

And we believe him?

I don�t know if I believe him.

If he�d really write it "investigated and unfounded,"

whatever Don starts spraying,

i�d be protected.

Yeah.

If I can trust the guy.

Yeah.

Do I give it to him?

Not yet.

Let me get into him a little.

Hey, boss.

Hey.

I wanted to let you know

I passed the sergeant�s exam.

Congratulations, James. Yeah.

I wrote a 67th on the list.

I surprised myself a little, I guess.

Any word how many they�re taking?

100.

Well, that�s great, James.

Yeah, so, I wanted to let you know.

I know a lot of guys take the test

but don�t necessarily go ahead and leave the bureau.

They just want to see what their options are.

That�s what I was telling myself,

but the thing of it is,

my wife wants me off the street,

so I got to take it, you know?

There�s a lot of upside to it, James.

There�s a hell of a lot of upside, definitely.

No, a big part of me

is really looking forward to it.

Congratulations.

Thanks very much.

I told her what you said.

Right now she�s leaving it up to me.

Well, it wouldn�t hurt me

getting to know you a little better.

Do you have some time now?

Sure. That�s good.

Okay, see you in a little while.

Whoa. Hi.

Hey.

I was looking to save a trip to the photo bureau on a skell.

Sure. You want to check our files?

Yeah, please.

Sure, absolutely. Right over here.

Come down from anti-crime?

Mary: Yes, I am.

They�re split at the m�s.

What did he say?

I�m going to meet him at smitty�s.

I mean, did this task force guy say anything?

"Meet you there."

Did you see Danny jump out of his skin a minute ago?

Yeah, when this girl came down from anti-crime.-

she�s cute.

Took two paper clips to show her the photo files.

-

it looks like i�m not getting off till around 7:00.

That�s good, anyways.

Andy and me,

we�re taking this guy�s statement.

Danny: So, do you think anyone noticed anything?

I think it�s a good thing you got out of undercover work.

Mary Franco, Jill kirkendall, Diane Russell. Mary: Hi. Hi.

Diane: How�s it going, Mary?

Mary�s in anti-crime, come looking for a photo.

Save a trip to one p. P.

Yeah, exactly.

Anyways, good luck with that --

putting that photo to good use.

Okay, thanks.

Good meetin� you, Mary. Same here.

Jill: Bye.

Good night, Diane.

Night.

Night.

Yeah, good night.

She�s cute, Danny.

Who?

You mean Mary from anti-crime?

Yeah.

Yeah, she is cute.

What do you got, a date of some sort?

Yeah, sort of.

Good night.

Yeah.

Let me go back in

and help Andy with this statement.

I was on a foot post in the Bronx,

two years a cop.

A couple of geniuses in ski masks

come out the front door of a bank.

I got lucky in the shootout.

Job gives me my gold shield,

make some lucky collars in narcotics --

you�re a lucky boy.

They upped me to this task force.

I work regular hours,

except when i�m babysitting jerks

like your friend Don.

A new car every year, which I drive home.

Who�s got it better than me?

Thanks.

Thank you, my child.

Now i�m safely in the lead,

you�re still not going to drink with me?

No. No.

Is this tactical?

You abstain, find out what denby knows

as he yields to what is, admittedly,

a small problem with alcohol,

or am I in the presence of conviction?

You�re in the presence

of someone who doesn�t want a drink.

No, I sense we�re drilling in bedrock here.

Is it the old story?

One�s too many, 50 aren�t enough?

That�s got a ring to it.

And have you now seen the light?

This seems like a good place

to take a turn in the conversation.

Gets mean behind his cocktails, this denby.

I apologize.

It�s okay.

So, do you come bearing a message

from detective kirkendall?

"I come in peace"

is as far as i�m ready to go at the moment.

You come in peace?

Look what believing that from a stranger

got the Indians.

If you�re prepared to have a drink with me,

I could shed some valuable light

on your partner�s situation.

How about doing that anyway

just �cause you�re a good guy?

Too intangible.

We need what the devil would call

an exchange of consideration.

I�m not drinking with you.

Will you give me a small peck on the cheek?

Yeah, yeah,

i�ll give you a small peck on the cheek.

Well, this kiss would have to be a priori.

You know what that means?

Are you a victim of a jesuit education, too?

Come on, denby.

A priori means you go first.

You peck, I shed light.

Now, don�t you feel like an asshole?

No. Actually, I feel rather good about the world.

I feel rather set up.

Your turn.

God did this, right?

When there was darkness on the waters?

I would say this, detective.

As it applies to a federal prosecutor,

are you familiar with the legal term "wuss"?

Talking about the prosecutor that would be going to bat

against my partner�s ex-husband?

I�m talking about a prosecutor

who�s supposed to be going to bat

against six Dominican and two Peruvian bad guys --

against who,

without your partner�s ex-husband�s testimony,

we have got evidence up the ass.

So giving a deal to Don

is what makes the prosecutor a wuss?

Real kiss, you get the rest.

And I find myself out of scotch.

Could he get another drink?

And her, too.

Screw you, denby.

Screw me?

Nah, i�m a realist. My price isn�t that high.

I�m not drinking.

I need a wet one, then.

You were a decent guy this morning.

It�s not morning anymore

on this part of the globe.

It�s good.

The rest of the story�s good.

All right.

You first this time.

I can�t rationalize that, Diane.

The whole sorry history of the red man�s trust

is staring me in the face.

You must hate yourself in the mornings.

Only sometimes.

Often, I don�t remember anything at all.

I mean, how much do you care about your partner?

You prick.

Now, now.

I believe this is called hitting the daily double.

You better tell me.

The prosecutor�s new boss is an anti-wuss.

I don�t want to hear any clever crap.

You tell me what�s going on.

The prosecutor�s new boss

is going to make the prosecutor

go to bat against these dealers,

with or without

your partner�s ex-husband on the team.

Tell me what I should tell her.

You should tell your partner "sit tight."

Tell her not to give me anything.

Can I have that if you don�t want it?

Good night.