All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S10E09 - Half-Ashed (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Previously on "NYPD blue"...

I think I know this girl.

From where?

She's an auxiliary cop.

Heather Peterson's diary.

These are guys
she was sleeping with.

The subheading says "15th."

Cops from the 15th?

Come clean,
and we'll look past

what a scumbag you were
with this girl,

but you keep wasting our time,

and it's not US you got
a problem with-- it's I. A. B.

You know, I don't want to
get ahead of things,

but I always said that if I ever
got a second chance,

I'd do whatever it took
not to screw it up.

I'd be lying if I said I
hadn't thought about you, too,

but let's go slow.

Slow is good.

Morning.

Carla Solomon.
Her place.

Apparent suicide.

Note or anything?

No. Neighbor said she'd been
depressed lately.

Do US a favor and bring
the neighbor in, all right?

Nice gun.
Looks pricey.

Suicide?
Sure.

Wendi neels.

Detective sipowicz,
Clark.

How well did you know her?
Pretty well.

You mentioned something about
her being down lately?

Carla was a caseworker
for child services,

and sometimes it really
got to her.

Did she say she wanted
to kill herself specifically?

More like she didn't feel
like waking up sometimes.

She dating anyone
you know of?

No. She worked
all the time.

Some nights she wouldn't
come home until 5:00 a. M.

I'm sorry.

We're gonna need her
information.

No kidding.

What is it--
that time of the month?

Yeah, that's it.

Is there a problem?

No problem at all,
detective.

Go have a bug up your ass
somewhere else.

Your fault,
whatever it is.

All right. What the hell
is going on here?

Is anybody man enough to say it
to our face?

Man enough?
You guys got some balls.

Shannon...

What's the problem?
You know.

I think it's apparent
we don't.

All those cops you talked
to about sleeping with
that auxiliary cop--

the ones you promised

you wouldn't take it
to internal affairs.

Each one of US has been
notified to report to them.

It didn't come from US.

You telling laughlin
to put in his papers

or you'd take it to I. A. B.

He did retire, and he still
got called down there.

Why would we notify internal
affairs, Shannon?

Then who told them,
jiminy cricket?

Maybe it was one of you guys.

No. No way.

Next time there's a problem
in his command,

I'm sure the captain would
rather know up front

instead of hearing about it
from downtown.

Maybe you could extend that
courtesy to him.

We didn't go to internal
affairs.

Start looking somewhere else
'cause it wasn't US.

Rats!

You're wrong on this!

Thanks.

The supervisor at child services
is on her way up.

Who the hell would
have notified I. A. B.?

It's probably one of the cops
trying to work a deal.

Keep an eye out for whoever
doesn't take a hit--

he's your boy.

I hope they find somebody
quick.

As long as they think it's US,

they're gonna keep making
our life miserable.

There's a limit to how much
of it I'll take.

Maria burgess.

Detective mcdowell.
We spoke on the phone.

Hi.

These are all the files
on the removals Carla did?

These are all the files on
Kelly coles-- a son of a bitch.

He threatened her
numerous times.

Carla's neighbor said she had
been depressed lately.

Is that valid as far
as you knew?

She took some cases pretty hard,
but yesterday was a good day.

Carla reunited a mother
and daughter.

She was really happy.
You thinking it was a suicide?

It's an Avenue we're exploring.

Where are the rest
of the files?

There's 10 more boxes
downstairs.

The officer said you could come
down and get them.

We appreciate the help,
miss burgess.

A lot of caseworkers get
detached after a while

to protect themselves,
but Carla--

she cared.

Now, she never stopped caring.

I can't believe she'd take
her own life.

We're gonna do everything we can
to find out what happened.

They're gonna start playing
games downstairs now?

When it affects our ability
to do the job,

then I'll get involved.
Meantime, get the files.

Any removals,
any confrontations, prioritize.

Start getting these parents in.

May I help you, ma'am?

Detective sipowicz.

Yeah. Right here.

Hi.
I'm Ruth dwyer.

Paul dwyer's wife.
We met a long time ago.

Sure.
How are you?

Could we talk
in the coffee room?

Yeah, sure.

Please.

It's been a long time.

You'll have to forgive me.
I haven't had my coffee yet.

How do we know each other
again?

Paul used to work here
at the 15th.

He retired right after you
made detective.

Okay.
Now I got it. Yeah.

You were at his retirement
racket.

Absolutely. I apologize.

How's Paul doing?

He passed away last week.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I haven't been in the 15th
in 20 years.

Long time.

This was his home away
from home.

I know the feeling.

So, Ruth, is there anything
in particular that...

Paul's last wish-- actually,
it wasn't his last wish--

he's been telling me

that this is what he wanted
for a long time--

was to have half his ashes
buried here at the 15th squad.

Either kept in a cabinet
or buried under a tile.

Anything along those lines.

He told me to talk to you.
He liked you.

The other half?

On our mantel.

Sure.

20 years he was away
from this job,

but he still talked about it
every day.

They were his best memories.

Well, Ruth, I'm gonna have
to clear this with my boss.

I think it's a great idea,

but who knows what
he's gonna say.

Okay.

I'm gonna be staying in town
with my sister

for a few days.

Here you go.

I'll call you as soon
as I hear.

Do you want me
to leave him here?

No, you take him with you
for safekeeping.

Thank you.
This'll mean so much to him.

I still gotta clear it
with the boss,

but I'm gonna do everything
I can.

What was that all about?

Respect for the dead--

that's a big Latin thing,
right?

What's going on?

This lady's husband died
last week.

He had a lot of years
on the job.

Most of them here
at the 15th.

I guess they moved up
to nyack--

Andy...

He wanted half his ashes kept
here in the squad.

You're serious?

Yeah-- I told her

I was gonna have to clear it
with you first.

His ashes?
It's not gonna happen.

What's the problem?

We have her over,
then when she leaves,

we stick the urn in the back
of a file cabinet.

No big deal.

Yeah. Next thing,

some old desk office is gonna
want to be stuffed and mounted.

It was his last dying wish.

Yeah.
Go ahead and lay that on me.

Okay. So, what?
I tell her no?

What kind of a detective
was he?

I, I don't remember him
that much.

I think Gibson knew him
a little, though.

I'll check with him.
His dying wish.

All right. I'll run it by
building maintenance, okay?

We'll let them call it.

Kelly coles.

That's me.

You generated a fair bit of
paperwork for child services.

Was Carla Solomon your
caseworker?
Yeah.

What was your experience?

I'm sure you got a good idea.

This is her version.
What's yours?

She got a little obsessed
with my family,

kept sticking her nose in it.

'Cause she had nothing
better to do?
Ask her.

You don't think it had
anything to do

with your son showing up
with a broken nose,

your daughter admitted
to the emergency room
with 2nd-degree burns,

neighbors calling the cops
on you 15 times

because they heard screaming
and hitting?

The other daughter telling the
school counselor

you held her head underwater
for breaking a plate?

When miss Solomon finally had
your kids removed,

did you threaten her?

I don't make threats.

"I'll kill you, bitch."
That doesn't qualify?

Are you a hunter?

Yeah.

Another reason your children
were removed

was because there were guns
and ammunition in the apartment

that weren't locked up.

Yeah, and they're
locked up now.

Did you stop by miss Solomon's
apartment last night?

I don't even know
where she lives.
What's going on?!

We found miss Solomon's body
this morning.

Wasn't me, fellas.

Where were you last night?

Work, then I stopped
for a few drinks,
then I went home.

Who can verify that?

My wife and kids.
Ask 'em.

You regained custody
of your children?

Yeah. Now, either you let me
leave or I'm calling a lawyer.

Andrew Taylor.

He'd like a moment of your time
regarding Angela luko.

Sure. Send him in.

Hi. Andrew Taylor.

Tony Rodriguez.
Come in.

I'm Angela's ex-husband
as of six months ago.

Yeah, I know.

So, she told you about me?

Obviously.

A mutual friend said she'd
been seeing you again.

So you're here to...

Actually, something come up
in our divorce proceeding.

And being a police officer,

I was hoping
you could talk to her

and convince her it's best
it stay out of court.

Wouldn't this be something
for your attorneys?

We're past that.

She took a car that
wasn't hers-- a BMW.

It's supposed to be
at my house, but it's not.

And if she doesn't return it
or if she sold it,

there's gonna be
legal action.

It sounds to me

like something better handled
by your attorneys.

Tony, if she sold the car
for money to buy coke,

I don't think she's gonna want
it on court record.

What did you say?

She has a drug problem.

She's sold a lot of my things
to pay for it.

You sure
you're here about a car

and not to bad-mouth a woman
who dumped you?

I wish her the greatest
happiness.

I hope she gets clean.

Yeah, well, she is clean.

Then I just want my car back.

I appreciate you stopping by.
Don't come back here again.

Listen, man to man,
save yourself a lot of trouble.

Did you hear me?

Have a seat, Ann.

Carla Solomon was your
caseworker?

Yeah.

What was your relationship
like with her?

Why?

Just answer the question.
It was okay.

Any beefs?
She took my daughter away.

Did you make any threats
to her?

No. I couldn't care for my
daughter right.

Carla did what she had
to do.

Going through your file, Ann,

we can see you've had some
tough times.

We don't want to make things
harder for you,

but we will if you don't tell US
the truth.

I am.

Carla has in her report
that you said you hated her

and hoped she got aids.

I couldn't care
for my daughter.

I understood that, and I
cooperated with the removal.

The only thing I asked is
that Carla not tell my mom

that me and my baby
were HIV positive.

She said she wouldn't...
But she went ahead and did.

She needed to know.

Carla could have arranged

for someone else to take
care of Amanda,

but she gave her to my mom,

and now my family doesn't
speak to me.

And when my mom found out
we had HIV,

she gave Amanda up anyway

just like I told Carla
she would.

It ruined my life even more.

So you threatened her?

I said the thing about her
getting aids

so she could know
what I go through.

Where were you last night?

Out.

Turning tricks?

No. I stopped all that
a long time back.

You got popped for it
three months ago.

That's when I stopped.

We need to know
where you were, Ann.

Why?

Carla Solomon was found dead
this morning.

You need to prove you didn't do
it or talk about it if you did.

Um, I was out
on canal street.

Can anybody
verify that?

I don't get
their phone numbers.

Write down where you were.

Ann, you can't be turning
tricks-- HIV positive.

We find you out there again,
you'll go away for it.

Yeah, I know.

Look up.

Unexplained fracture.

He fell out
of his high chair.

The doctor said the injury was
inconsistent with your account.

He probably looked at Jason
for a minute,

scribbled off some notes,
and walked away.

Then what was your problem
with Carla Solomon?

She says in the notes
that she believed you.

That's what she said
to my face anyway.

That's what she told
her supervisor.

If she had believed me,
if she meant it,

she could've stopped them
from taking my son.

A doctor's diagnosis overrules
a caseworker's opinion.

She could've stopped it.
I know it.

So you were angry with her?

She took my son away
from US.

We missed out on half his life
because we were accused

of beating him
and breaking his leg.

They just now figured out
he's got brittle bone disease,

and we still only get to see him
once a week

while they finish the paperwork.

You're damn right
I was angry at her.

When's the last time
you seen her?

During the last visit.

You ever been to her
apartment?

Hell, no. Why?

Where were you last night?

What the hell's this about?

We found miss Solomon's
body this morning.

You're kidding.

Where were you last night?

You think I did it?
I'm not gonna ask you again.

I was home.
The whole time?

No. I went to work to get my
address book.

Does your work have
an entry-card system

to prove you were there?

Listen to me.
I did not kill that woman.

Write down where you been,
who you been with

the last 24 hours.

Maybe I need to get a lawyer.

Why would you want
a lawyer?

The system ain't railroading
me again. No way.

Now, I'll account for my day and
answer any other questions,

but I'm gonna have a lawyer
while I do it.

A lawyer comes in,
the deal goes out.

Deal for what?

For killing miss Solomon.

You guys are--
I did not kill her.

You're sure talking US
into it.

Account for your whereabouts
yesterday, Mr. Ward.

Mom here taped oven mitts
to her son's hands

to stop him from masturbating
at night.

Get a load of this one.

Their kid was removed?
Yeah.

If this was a suicide,

can we find out sooner
rather than later

so we don't have to deal with
this anymore?

I'm still waiting to hear.

This guy Mike Mendez

that we've been
looking to talk to--

he won't pick up now.
Let's go get him.

I talked to building
maintenance.

No go on the ashes.
Health-code violation.

Aw, come on.

There's 50 violations
inside of medavoy's desk alone.

They said he's gotta be
kept outside.

He specifically requested to
be here inside the squad.

Say we store it in the back
of a file cabinet.

What happens in 10 years
when we're not here,

and they have him
cleaned out?

Let's go.

Here they are--
backstabbing incorporated.

I'm here to clean out
my locker. Happy?

You're the one banging that
17-year-old, not US.

And you were the one that said
you wouldn't notify I. A. B.

It might be making you feel
better believing it was US,

but it ain't the case.

I could have stayed
on the job.

Now it's too late.
You guys really screwed me.

You're heading for another
ass-kicking, laughlin.

You gonna tell my wife
next?

Listen, I'd be pissed, too.
I'd be good and pissed.

And if I found out who gave
me up, I'd lay into him.

But that ain't US.
We didn't do it.

We got no reason to.
We got nothing to gain from it.

Bullshit.

Then go ahead and believe it.
All of you can!

But you get in our face again
or make another comment,

we're taking this outside.

Did you ever threaten
miss Solomon?

I recall uttering
some epithets.

Along the lines of hoping
she'd get hit by a bus?

It sounds like you know this
already.

Why the questions?
Trying to catch me in a lie?

You continued to call
after your son was removed.

My wounds haven't healed,

as I'd hoped you'd be able
to empathize with.

So you blame her
for removing your son.

She's responsible.

You weren't at fault?

Not at all.

Putting a condom on in front
of your 13-year-old son.

I was teaching him
about safe sex.

Masturbating in front of him,
taking nude photos of him.

I take it you disapprove

of our attitude towards
healthy sexuality.

I'm just trying to figure out

how you ended up blaming
miss Solomon.

She, along with the school
counselor who badgered Jeffrey

until he told her what she
wanted to hear,

forced themselves into our life,
our home,

which was an open and honest
and healthy one,

despite what you or she
or anyone else may think.

Why'd you let your parental
rights get terminated?

Report says that was
your decision

by not attending court-ordered
therapy sessions.

I wasn't wrong.
I'm not gonna say that I was.

Where were you last night,
Mr. Webb?

I finished work,
and I went home.
Where do you work?

I teach English
as a second language

at the Lawrence center
for learning.

Are you curious as to why
we had you come here?

I haven't asked

because I believe people should
mind their own business.

Carla Solomon was killed
last night.

What do you know about it?

Nothing.

That's funny--
her getting killed?

I didn't do it,
but it's certainly ironic,

because this is Karma coming
back to miss Solomon--

the irrepressible hands
of Karma.

Because within
the ethical realm,

every volitional action--

you know what, rich?
We've had it with you.

Just write down where you
were last night,

then get the hell out of here
while we check your alibi.

Certainly.

Right here.

Where were you
last night, Mike?

Let me think.
I left work, went home.

A buddy of mine was putting
a new radiator in his car,

needed my help,
so I went over there.

His name?
Joe Malone.

He'll confirm that?
Sure.

So you went straight to Joe's
and then straight back home?

Actually, I stopped for a beer
after I left Joe's.

I bought a six-pack,
went down by the waterfront.

Who can confirm
you were there?

I guess nobody.

I guess you guys are gonna have
to take my word, right?

No offense, Mike, but we tend
not to take the word

of guys who have molested their
8-year-old stepdaughters.

The whole thing was a big
misunderstanding.

No, it wasn't.
We read the reports.

The caseworkers, the teachers--
they all believed her.

The fact the d. A. Didn't file
criminal charges--

that doesn't make any difference
in this room.

So don't put on a big sidewalk
act how you didn't do it

'cause that's just gonna piss US
off even more.

We're gonna need you

to account for where you
were last night.

I drank a couple beers in my car
by the river.

I was there, like, 20 minutes.

Then I went home.
You can ask my wife.

Your wife who sided with you
over her own daughter,

your wife who let child services
take her away?

We don't give a whole lot of
credibility to her either.

What the hell is this?
What do you guys want, man?

The caseworker
who had you locked up--

she got killed last night.

Now's the time--
the only time--

that we're gonna listen
to what happened

and give you some help.

I didn't do it.

This is your only chance,
Mike.

I didn't do it.

Your word doesn't mean dick.

You need to prove where you were
every minute last night.

Some of these parents

should be hung by their toes
on 6th Avenue.

I don't even want to know
what's become of their kids.

Anything from your guy?

Writing down his whereabouts.
We'll check them out.

You guys
find any candidates?

Everybody. And we're only
a quarter of the way through.

Hey, what do we know about
the d. O. A.'S personal life?

Worked all the time,
no man in her life,

went out salsa dancing any night
she had free.

Last night?

No.

Hello, Andy.

Hey.

Hi, Ruth.

Any word yet?

Yeah. Um, unfortunately,

we're not gonna be able
to keep Paul here.

You spoke to your boss?

That's me, ma'am.

And we looked at all
possible scenarios,

but we just can't do it.

You know, I was thinking,
Ruth,

maybe we could spread Paul's
ashes out at the firing range,

get the pipe-band,

make a nice little
ceremony out of it.

No, he wouldn't want that.

I'm sorry.

We really tried everything
we could.

I should be going.

Have a seat, miss Monroe.

First say why you dragged
me out of work.

Sit down
and we'll talk about it.

My boss looking on.

What you think
going through his mind
he see you taking me out?

Sit down.

Ella Monroe--
she's trouble.

Sit down or we'll toss you
in the cage,

let you spend the rest
of the afternoon cooling off.

Account for yourself
the past 24 hours.

At monty's camera,
open to close,

the "c" uptown to the fluff
and fold for the late shift,

and then home to sleep.

And that's every day, okay?
I'm providing for my kids.

Carla Solomon was your
caseworker?

Yeah. Why?

She removed your children?

Yeah. She said my oldest

couldn't take care of my
youngest after school.

Your oldest, who's 10.

She's a mature 10.

She was taking care
of a 2-year-old.

When I was
on public assistance,

I was there
taking care of them.

But then I got kicked off
and had to find a job.

But now I'm a bad mom

'cause my kids
are alone after school.

When did you see
miss Solomon?

Did I interrupt you
while you were talking?

Now my kids are fine
on their own,

but then the bitch down the hall
called child services on me

and they come
and take my kids.

We know the events.
We've read the report.

Now I get 'em back, right?

And I have my mom watch them
after school.

But one day she's sick,

and the bitch neighbor called
child services again.

Ella, did you hit
miss Solomon

when your kids were removed
the last time?

It was more like a shove,
and she didn't press charges

because she knew her ass
deserved it.

When did you see her last?

The last time she came
and took my kids away again.

But they in foster care now.
I see them weekends.

And I'm gonna
get 'em back, too,

'cause ain't nobody
breaking my family up.

We found miss Solomon dead in
her apartment this morning.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I didn't like her and all,
but I'm sorry to hear that.

Where were you last night?

Wait. Get the-- wait.
You thinking that I killed--

get the hell out of my face
with that killing somebody!

You crazy?!

Sit down and spell out where
you've been the last 24 hours.

I ain't doing a damn thing!

Write down where you've been
or get locked up.

Killing that woman-- man.

Throwing my life away?
Please.

Thanks.

M.e. Came back.
No suicide.

All right. All right.
Appreciate it.

Atf got a hit
on the murder weapon.

It's from a batch of 50 that got
stolen out of jfk.

Another one of the 50
was bought by an informant

from this bartender over
in the east village.

They're trying
to set up a buy

with an undercover to build
a better case,

but they said go ahead
and pull the bartender in.

What's up?

Every cop downstairs thinks

we notified you on that case
last week.

Rumors fly sometimes.

You gotta let them know it
didn't come from this squad.

We'll take grief over things we
do, but we didn't do this.

You guys should be counting
your lucky stars

we didn't come down on you.

You knew about
cops sleeping with
a 17-year-old auxiliary cop

and you sat on that?

Their job was to clear
the homicide, which they did.

It was unrelated to those
bonehead cops

banging that girl
on the side.

You really need an explanation

as to why we didn't turn
the cops over to you?

Are they gonna take a hit?

Some of them.

I'll let them know it didn't
come from you guys.

Who flipped,
one of the cops?

Come on.

I very much want to get my
daughter back.

We understand, but that's
not our department.

We just need to know where you
were last night.

I don't know why miss Solomon
hated me.

I don't know why she had it out
for me, but she did.

And she took my daughter,

and I am still waiting for
a reason why.

Well, apparently, for refusing
treatment for being bipolar

and self-medicating with heroin.

Heroin? Ha.

That's a good one.

Miss mcdermott--

all I want is to have
my daughter back.

Now, if you could please get me
a meeting with the mayor--

miss mcdermott, where were
you last night?

I want to know where
my daughter is!

I am the only one that can take
care of her!

Yet on January 3, 2002,
Carla Solomon--

Carrie, where were you
last night?

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

It's just that she's my baby,
my life.

And who knows where she
is right now.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. Just tell US
where you were last night.

My mom's house.

She was there?
Yeah.

You can leave now, Carrie.
Thanks for your help.

Please help me get
my daughter back.

If I could just talk
to the mayor.

We're sorry.

Well, screw you!

You can go to hell,
both of you!

You need to leave now.

Do you feel like you're gonna
hurt yourself right now, Carrie?

'Cause if so, we could take you
to a hospital.

You don't give a damn.

Sit down.

We got good news
and we got some bad news, Tony.

The bad news is atf has a buy
into you for a gun

that was one of 50 that got
stolen out of jfk.

The good news is we got
a homicide off a gun

that came from that same batch.

What you're gonna do--
'cause you're a bright guy--

you're gonna tell US who you
sold your guns to

and where the rest
of them are.

I sell drinks, guys,
not guns.

Tony, we know you sell guns.
Atf has it on tape.

Well, let me see this tape.

You think we just picked you
random out of 8 million people?

You're outsmarting yourself
into federal time, Tony.

I know your guys' act.

Claiming things you don't have,
witnesses that don't exist.

You got a tape, show it to me.

All right, listen to me,
you dumb Guinea.

We're gonna get search warrants
for your house, your car,

your bar, anything with
your name on it.

We're gonna find those
extra guns.

When we do, you're gonna do
time on every one of them

unless you start talking
right now.

Show me the tape,
then maybe we'll talk.

All right. All right.
Tony...

I can see by looking at you
you're pretty dug in.

You got a lot of pride.

You don't want to admit
you were wrong.

Me and my partner are gonna
walk out of the room.

You're gonna take
a deep breath.

We're gonna walk back in the
room, and it's a whole new day.

Okay?

How's it going, Tony?

Take back the dumb Guinea
comment.

Done. Go on.

I didn't steal those guns
out of jfk.

We don't care where
you got 'em.

I've only sold two.

The most recent.

Last week to this weirdo.

I wouldn't have, but this guy
I know vouched for him.

Anybody in here?

I knew I shouldn't have sold it
to that idiot.

Where are those other guns?

Storage locker in Jersey city.

Him-- that guy.
That's the idiot.

All right. Sit tight.
Look here-- hey.

Hey, Andy.

Gibson.
Hey, kid.

Eddie.
You called me?

Yeah. Forget it.
We got it worked out.

What was it?

Look, Josh, do me a favor--

get this guy's statement
in the pokey,

put him in a cell
downstairs.

This old detective worked at
the 15th died recently.

He wanted half his ashes
buried here. We can't do it.

Who's the guy?

Paul dwyer?

Paul dwyer?! Moved to nyack,
his wife named Ruth?

You know him?

He saved my life.

You gotta do right
by the guy.

Leave me out of this.

I told Ruth we could spread his
ashes at the firing range.

She didn't seem
too receptive.

Firing range? He almost lost
his eye out there.

I'm serious.

It's not my call, Eddie.

I respond to
a domestic dispute.

The whole building's
related.

Pretty soon, there's 30 of them.
They turn on me.

I get knocked in
the back of the head,

my gun skids across the street,
my radio's in the car.

I'm deader
than Kelsey's nuts.

Then out of nowhere,
here comes Paul dwyer,

cracking heads, throwing
shots in the air.

Paul was no shrinking Violet,

didn't take much for him to
start throwing punches.

This time, it happened to be
an appropriate situation.

We got a case we're working
here, Eddie.

You gotta do right
by the guy, Andy.

We got a case, Gibson.

The guy saved my life.

I couldn't be more
sympathetic.

Sit down.

You ever been to a bar called
the chatterbox, rich?

I don't drink.

That wasn't the question.

I have not been to a bar
called the chatterbox.

Know a guy
named Tony gabrielli?
No.

He knows you.

You bought a gun off of him
last week.

That same gun was found next
to Carla Solomon this morning.

We know why you killed her.

She had the gall to take your
son from your happy home.

We want to know how you
found her, how it went down.

That's a lot
of assumptions.

You want to live, rich?
Do you?

You're nutty enough to do time,
you'll find a way.

But you either get to it and you
tell US what happened,

or we're gonna push
for the death penalty.

You can't fantasize

about teaching your kid how
to jerk off when you're dead.

I don't like you.

I'm not gonna pretend
otherwise.

I'm just letting you know
what your options are.

Now, you obviously consider
yourself

smarter than everybody else,
so you figure it out.

Am I smarter than
everybody else?

I suppose, in certain
instances, I am.

Like teaching your kid
about sex?

What people
don't understand is

you have to command
your sexuality

or your sexuality will
command you!

So you enjoy teaching your kid
these theories.

No, no, no. That's what
the d. A. Was trying to imply.

I derive no sexual
gratification from it.

I was merely
trying to save him

from what I went
through as a child.

I grew up in a very repressed
and secretive

and abusive family.

I wanted to spare Jeffrey
from that.

This could work for you, rich.
Context.

Here I am saving his life

and Carla Solomon comes in
and ruins it.

How'd you find out
where she lived?

I saw her in a market,
followed her home

two months ago.

I gave it a lot of thought.

You waited outside her
apartment, followed her in?

Yes, I did.

I asked her where my son was,
she didn't know.

I asked her to get him on
the phone, she couldn't.

And that's all there really
is to talk about, gentlemen.

You were going on about Karma
to the other detectives.

You believe in it?
I do.

What'd you think you were gonna
get in return then

after killing somebody?

Last night had nothing to do
with me.

Miss Solomon is dead
because of her own actions.

I was merely the vessel
that facilitated her Karma.

I don't expect you to
understand.

Good.

Kelly coles moved out
of their district,

so he got a new caseworker
and judge.

He fell
through the cracks.

New people assigned to him
didn't read his reports?

They did, but I spoke

with his most recent judge
in family court.

She told me this guy went
to therapy, anger management,

parenting-skills class,
he locked up his guns.

He met all the criteria.

He broke his son's nose,
burned his daughter,

held his other daughter's
head underwater.

Judges want to keep families
together.

That's insane.

I asked that they keep
an eye on him.

This guy has no business
being around kids,

let alone raising them.

You want the judge's number?

Thanks for
looking into it, val.

We appreciate it.

Sorry, you guys.

I need a beer.

Or two.

Count me in.

I gotta get back home.

You all did good work today.

Yeah, great.

You done writing it up?

Come on. We're heading out
for a beer.

I can't.
Thanks, though.

All right, you guys.

I'll call you later.

I'll get him to central booking.

Good night, detective.

Good night, John.

May I help you?

Yeah. Just to let you know,

I'll be doing some work
in the bathroom now.

I'll put an "out of service"
sign on the door.

It should be
a couple of hours.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What kind of work you doing?

Fixing a pipe.
It's leaking downstairs.

And that would entail what,
digging the floor up?

Usually, yeah.

So you're gonna be digging up
part of the floor?

Yeah.

Covering it with what?
Cement.

It's a sign from god.
Truly.

I catch you guys
at a bad time?

No, do it.
Go ahead. Start digging.

I'll take care of Theo.

Good. Go. Yeah.

Thanks.

You're five minutes late.

I got caught up.

Don't let it happen again.

No.

I won't.

You want something
to drink?

I'm all right.

What's up?

Among other things,

your ex-husband stopped by my
office this morning.

Andrew?
What did he want?

He said you took a car
of his.

That son of a bitch.

Yeah, it wasn't
too pleasant.

Well, it's not his car,

and he's got a lot of nerve
going to you about it.

Are you using?

Is that what he said?

I'm asking.
Are you using?

God.

Went out,
bought something sexy,

something I thought you'd like,
and this is what I get?

Answer the question
or I'm walking out the door.

No, I'm not using.

'Cause I can't do that again.
I won't do it.

I'm clean-- nine months.

Andrew's saying different.

Andrew is a self-centered,
workaholic asshole

who didn't know I existed

the entire last year
of our marriage.

Did you do rehab?

I did rehab.
I do follow-up.

I'm in counseling.
I'm clean.

You want to test me?

No.

Then you're gonna have to take
my word for it.

But I don't need you looking
over my shoulder,

second-guessing me.

So trust that I'm clean
and stick around

or don't and leave,

'cause that's something
I won't do again.

I've worked hard, Tony.

I need you to trust that.

I do.

I got worried.

Believe in me.

I will.

I liked you better before.

That you, John?

Yeah.

How's it going?

Not too bad.

If this is about me having
a few drinks after work

like everybody else
in this country--

some cops at work today

got pulled down
to internal affairs.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Off that auxiliary cop case
from last week.

They accused the squad
of notifying I. A. B.

Cops who get jammed up
always do that.

Never want to take
responsibility.

Dad...you're the only person
I told that story to.

So, what's the implication,
John?

Actually, I know what
the implication is.

Things aren't adding up, dad.

You have to tell me--
what's going on?

Tell me what is going on.

Nothing.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Look me in the eye.

Did I. A. B. Flip you
when you were in that jam?

You have to tell me, dad.

Are you working something off
for internal affairs?

Tell me!

They said they were gonna go
after my pension.

They were gonna put you back
into uniform.

I had no choice.

They said they were gonna
ruin you, John.

You should've stood up!
You should've fought it!

They had me so turned around.

This thing was the first thing
I gave them.

I had to give them
something, John.

Dad, what are we gonna do?

What the hell are we
gonna do now?!

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

So sorry.

You're sure?

I'm positive.

'Cause once it goes in...

This is what he wanted--

to be part of the 15th
forever.

All right, then.

May I?

All you, ma'am.

We owe a lot to this place.

Being a detective
made him so proud.

I was proud when I told people
what he did.

We didn't have a big
fancy life or anything,

but the money he made here
gave US a comfortable living.

We put our daughter
through school

and the pension kept US safe
after he retired.

And he made so many
friends...

Lifelong friends,
real friends,

people who would be there
for you no matter what.

We owe a lot to this place.