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Previously on "NYPD blue"...

I have a quick announcement to make.

I'm putting in my papers for retirement.

I'm leaving the job.

This is because you got dropped for captain's pay?

It all tells me I'm not getting any further on the job.

That's a punk move.

Never once in my life have I punked out of anything.

I gave the department everything for 18 years.

I took a bullet, and they let me down.

If you cared about this job,

if it had any meaning to you at all,

you'd turn it back on them and fight.

Okay, thanks.

Alex Palmer, out for his morning run,

shot in the neck.

That's his wife.

Uniform says he called her from his cell

before he went out of the picture.

Is she the one that called it in?

Same time as this guy.

He's English on vacation with his parents.

We'll take him.

I'll talk to the wife.

Excuse me, detectives sipowicz and Clark.

Ian braithewaite.

First someone tried to steal my mum's purse,

and then a cabbie charges US $80 to go across town

and now this.

Tell US what happened.

We're walking from the hotel to catch the subway

to go to ground zero when we heard the shot.

What they say is true.

It very much does sound like when a car backfires.

Did you see anything?

No. So we kept walking.

And that's when we saw the poor chap.

I thought New York was safer nowadays. No?

How much longer you gonna be in town?

Three more days scheduled.

Though we may leave earlier now for obvious reasons.

Did you get his information?

We may be in touch if we have any more questions.

Too many guns in your country, yes?

Thanks for your help.

Cheers.

Cheers?

Your husband was able to call you?

He said he'd been shot and to call 911.

Did he tell you anything else?

He loved me. That's it.

Kelly, was your husband having problems with anyone?

Male or female?

After the Internet took a dive,

Alex had a lot of clients that lost money.

Lost their whole savings.

I knew he got some angry calls, but it wasn't Alex's fault.

Anyone at Alex's work who could help US out with that?

His partner at meridian money management,

Gavin mccollough.

Alex worked a lot of hours. He was trying to be--

do you want to take a few minutes?

Do you want me to stay here?

Yes.

I can't believe it.

Um...pardon me. So sorry.

I don't mean to appear maudlin,

but no one's going to believe me back home.

It would mean a great deal to me

if I could have my picture taken with you both.

Show's over, pal.

We've had such a terrible time in your city.

This would go a long way to making it--

why don't you take off?

Certainly.

That little dickhead is gonna snap a picture regardless.

Watch.

Brilliant.

We pulled him over for running a light.

Popped the trunk when we saw the ignition punched out.

Voil�.

Good size cut on his head. Didn't miss many meals.

Who's the car registered to?

A Samuel rubikof. That's him.

What's this guy saying?

That he borrowed the car from a friend.

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your name?

Peter Warren.

And, guys, being up front here, being honest,

I don't know a thing about that body.

Come here.

Let's work backward from the stolen car you were driving.

I told the cop.

We heard, you borrowed it from a friend.

The name of the friend?

Mr... Um--

Mr. Um--- that's the best can you do?

With a murdered guy in your trunk?

Okay, look, I stole the car.

I admit that.

The first I saw that guy

was when that cop popped the trunk.

There's a lot of ways to prove you're lying.

If any of your clothes fibers are on the d. O. A.

Or a single strand of your hair is in that car--

I swear, I swear.

Where did you steal the car from?

A parking lot under the Brooklyn bridge

on the Manhattan side, an hour ago.

You didn't bother checking the trunk.

I hadn't got to it yet.

Last chance here, Peter.

Ask around. You say, "Peter Warren,"

people will say car thief, not killer.

You understand we can't take your word on that.

I swear to you.

All right, we heard.

That was Greg.

Their d. O. A. Was the owner of a comedy club, the laugh pit.

They're heading down there to talk to the d. O. A.'S wife.

What's up with the d. O. A. Jogger?

It doesn't look like a robbery.

Figure somebody's gunning for him.

Nothing on the canvass.

Widow said d. O. A. Had no beefs, no affairs,

no money problems.

That she knew of anyways.

What's our next move?

The guy was a workaholic investment pro.

His business partner is on his way in,

Gavin mccollough.

I'll be back in an hour.

Remember, his retirement rack is tonight, at 7:00.

Got it.

Have you signed the card?

What the hell?

I needed one big enough for everyone to sign.

Are there gonna be pony rides?

It's a nice card, John.

Any word yet on who's replacing Rodriguez?

No, and I've been calling around.

"Hope it works out"?

Andy.

What? I hope it works out for the guy.

Why don't you mind your own business over there?

"Hope it works out" sounds like you don't think it will.

If I would've thought that, I would have wrote it.

Just add good luck or something.

It's not like he's gonna be framing this thing.

Hello. My name's Gavin mccollough.

Right this way, Mr. Mccollough.

Thank you.

Yeah.

This is so devastating.

We're very sorry.

I mean, just devastating.

How long did you and Alex work together?

Eight years.

We had desks across from each other at lion mcnichol.

We both wanted out, so we hung up our shingle.

How's business been?

Great. We're managing a $120-million portfolio.

Did I hear correctly that Alex was shot?

That's right.

And it wasn't a robbery?

It doesn't look like it.

Alex's wife mentioned something about

disgruntled investors over that whole Internet pipe dream

a few years back.

No one has made any threats or behaved in a way

that would raise a flag.

Are you thinking this was a random killing or--

it doesn't look random.

Any leads, witnesses, anything?

Did you have something to do

with Alex's murder, Mr. Mccollough?

My god. Absolutely not.

Why are you feeling US out for what we know?

I-I didn't realize I was doing that.

You are, and people who do that

usually have something more on their mind than just grief.

What's going on?

What do you know that we don't?

I-- I suppose the reason I was asking

was because if it was a random robbery,

there would be no need to pry

into certain personal aspects of his life.

Did Alex owe money,

was he screwing around on his wife?

He was deeply in love with Kelly.

I mean, they were college sweethearts.

And for as long as I've known him,

Alex has been the ideal husband.

But, as you may know, many relationships stagnate.

No offense, Mr. Mccollough,

but you're not in church, okay?

You don't need to apologize for anybody's behavior.

Just tell US what Alex was up to.

He never told me anything about her

other than they met at a coffee shop six months ago

and she was married also.

All he asked me to do is to cover for him

when he needed an excuse some nights and I did.

When was the last time you covered for him?

A week ago.

Alex ever mention a name? Janet.

And when I heard what happened this morning,

the first thing I thought of

was, "I hope it wasn't this woman's husband."

Before I came over, I went through his call sheet,

and I found a Janet grafton and this number.

I'm assuming that's her.

We'll look into it.

Alex's wife, Kelly, she's already been through enough.

We'll do our best.

But just so you know, when somebody gets murdered,

this type of information usually comes out.

How the hell someone could do something like this to Sammy

is beyond comprehension.

When's the last time you saw him?

I head out around 2:00.

He generally locks up around 4:00, 4:30.

Anyone else usually with him?

No.

Was your husband having trouble with anyone? No.

Financial difficulties? No.

Were you privy to the bookkeeping?

I do the books, sweetheart. We're in the black.

We made some calls on the way over,

and we heard that cops responded to a disturbance here

last week?

That was just a bunch of comics

showing their more pleasant side.

Specifically, though?

We used to lay out cold cuts for whoever'd perform.

For some of them, it was the only meal of the day.

So fine, but then they started lining their pockets.

With cold cuts?

And steaks from the fridge and chicken breasts,

and coming in on days they weren't performing.

So Sammy had to put his foot down.

How did the comedians react?

Like the children they are. A lot of noise.

Did anyone make threats?

Nothing special.

Your husband was having trouble with some people?

Just a minute ago you said that--

I know what I said.

Sammy just had to wrap their knuckles.

That's all it was.

Why did the cops respond?

It moved outside,

and the old bat that lives upstairs called 911.

Was there a ringleader of the comics?

Not that I remember.

Any one of them who would take more than the others

or more often?

They're all equally drunk, broke, and desperate.

Well, you got a list of the next performance?

Of course.

Sammy was like a father to these kids.

Sometimes stern, but only when had he to be...

And always fair.

He was a loved man.

I was thinking

of peppering my comments to the lieutenant tonight

with some jokes.

Yeah? Don't.

Keep it short and sweet?

There you go.

Sarge told US to put these in the lieutenant's office.

Yeah, he called. In here.

Who did the sarge say dropped them off?

Said they were left with the new p. A. A.

Guy just said he was the new c. O. In the squad,

and he'd be back with the rest of his stuff.

You gonna open them?

We'll know soon enough whose they are.

Did you get in touch with Janet grafton?

Yeah, she got our message. She's coming in.

I talked to the uniforms

who responded to the dispute at the laugh pit last week.

They said a Lonnie cutler was real vocal

and made threats to our d. O. A.

Doesn't that contradict what our d. O. A.'S wife said?

Did you say Lonnie cutler?

Yeah. He's got some criminal history, drunk in public.

Anything on the guy who stole the car?

Crime scene got a bunch of lifts off the trunk,

but none from Warren and no blood on his clothes.

Get this cutler in.

Yeah, with pleasure. He's genius.

Funniest comic I've ever seen.

This is gonna be fun.

Come on, Greg.

Detective sipowicz or Clark?

Yeah.

Janet grafton, you called me in.

You're a cop.

Eight years. What's up?

Let's talk in here.

Wait, what's it about?

Alex Palmer.

If you want to talk out here, we can.

How do you know Alex Palmer?

I'm gonna ask nicely here. Don't try to work me.

Can you just tell me what's going on?

Sure. Alex was shot to death this morning.

His buddy said he was having an affair with a girl named Janet.

Your name was on his call list at work.

That's what's going on.

What do you have so far, who killed him?

Nothing.

How long you and Alex been seeing each other?

Janet?

Six months or so.

He was a really sweet guy.

He ever confide any problems to you,

tell you he was in trouble?

No, nothing like that.

When was the last time you saw each other?

Um, Monday.

No, sunday.

I'm sorry. I'm just kind of thrown by this.

I see you've got a ring on.

Your husband know you've been stepping out?

No. And he's not my husband.

I mean, not like that. We're separated.

You sure?

Yeah, Scott won't give me a divorce or move out.

We pretty much lead separate lives.

If you don't believe me, you can ask my divorce lawyer.

The ring says different.

Yeah, well, I wear this

because he sees me without it, he goes off.

I don't need the aggravation.

He didn't find out about this affair and go off on you then?

No.

Is he on the job?

Works out of the 2-5.

Were you and Alex still seeing each other?

How about asking me

if I know anything about Alex's death

so I can say no and we can be done with this?

Were you still seeing each other?

No. I broke it off. It was time.

It had nothing to do with your jealous husband who's a cop

and he carries a gun?

You asked US to be up front with you, right?

So, how about a little reciprocation?

I just copped to having an affair to you guys.

Alex wasn't robbed.

Somebody put a bullet in his head and disappeared.

Did your husband find out about the affair?

No. I mean, he accused me before, but--

did he ever threaten you,

say what would happen if he caught you with someone else?

What do you want me to say?

We're gonna need to talk to your husband.

Grab a cup of coffee till we get back.

If Scott alibis out straight off,

then there's no need to bring up me and Alex, right?

We'll do our best.

But if it comes down to it,

could Scott hear it from me first?

No. We'll call when we're done talking with him.

No.

I want to walk across the parking lot with--

some obscene title you mentioned.

"Good will humping."

I was dying.

That's my best stuff.

So, Lonnie, how you get along with Sammy rubikof?

Fine. Why?

We heard you had a run-in with him last week.

I'm the first to have a run-in with that asshole?

You're the first we heard was making threats to him.

To fill you in, that's pretty much everybody that knows him.

On account of what?

The man is fat, disgusting, unfunny, has no eye for talent.

He missed the boat on you?

Is that what got you making threats?

No, I got into it with horrid Sam

because he's a cheap bastard.

We heard about him taking away your nightly cold cuts.

We also heard that guys were living off that food

and without it, they'd starve.

Are you one of those guys?

I don't need that bloated swine's meat.

I was in the fray out of solidarity for the guys that do.

Personally, I have to turn down work.

Why do I find that hard to believe?

You know, this has been fun, but why am I here?

Sammy was found murdered this morning.

What?

Did you have anything to do with it?

God, no. No.

You didn't have a lot of nice things to say for the guy.

Come on, that's just-- he was like the tight-wad boss.

It was like a moral imperative to tee off on the guy,

but that doesn't mean i-- Sammy's really dead?

Where were you last night till this morning?

I was working fritzy's old time buffet in poughkeepsie.

Where even the rats take penicillin.

Hey, I get royalties on that.

When did you get back?

My train got back around 2:00, and I went home.

I wrote till like 6:00, made some coffee--

can anyone back that up?

My roommate, but he's on a plane right now to l. A.

To pitch this awful sitcom about hasidic cops.

There's a talking chimp involved.

I swear to god, if he sells it,

I'm over the side of the williamsburg bridge.

Name and number where we can reach your roommate.

Scott grafton?

You the guys from the 15th squad that gave me the 1085?

Sipowicz and Clark. We gotta ask a few questions.

You know an Alex Palmer?

No, not by name, why?

He got shot this morning.

We got an anonymous tip that said to talk to you about it.

I don't know the guy.

I hope you didn't pay good money for the info.

Were you over near tompkins square park this morning?

Sounds like further questioning about this shooting,

which I already told you I know nothing about.

I think you know how this goes by now, Scott,

so just answer the question.

No, nowhere near that park.

Where were you this morning at 8:00?

Anonymous tipster, or so you claim,

throws my name out and based on that,

you run over here and throw a shooting in my face?

We're waiting, Scott.

Sipowicz, I heard about you.

I heard you was a stand-up guy.

Why you trying to bullshit a fellow cop?

Just tell US where you were this morning,

and we can be done with it.

I was at the gym on 34th street from 7:00 to 9:00.

Then straight to my station house.

All right then.

Sipowicz and?

Clark.

Your case?

Yeah, we got an odd hit

on Sam rubikof's credit card

late last night, boss.

We're going to see the vendor.

M.e. Give US any word on time of death?

Yeah, gave US a time

pretty much around when the purchase was made.

The d. O. A.'S card stolen?

We called to ask rubikof's wife, Lois,

what Sammy carried with him.

A friend answered the phone and said Lois was sedated

and out cold.

Is that it?

That's it for now.

What, more boxes?

Scott grafton?

A real hothead.

He says he was at the gym at the time of the murder.

What's the gym? I'll give them a ring.

If grafton starts looking good for this,

I want I. A. B. In fast.

What kind of asshole has the nerve

to send a truck full of boxes before you're even gone?

Did you hear what I said about I. A. B.?

Yeah, boss, we're on it.

Gentlemen and ladies of the 15th, I have arrived.

Mission aboard, lieutenant.

Come in, Eddie.

It's busy, Gibson. What are you doing here?

Ha ha, Andy.

Sorry for the boxes coming in piecemeal.

My car broke down,

so I'm bringing in loads in the wife's festiva.

Those are your boxes?

Of course they are.

You're the new c. O.?

The chief of detectives didn't give you a heads-up?

No.

Geez.

I'll come back.

No, no, it's all right.

Chief told me today was the day,

so I figured they'd tell you.

But maybe it's for the best,

because I got about a million questions, lieutenant.

And I'm eager to pick your brain.

Let's get started. Your office...

Guys, just so you know,

I'm well aware of the abilities of the personnel in this squad,

and I got no intention of fixing what ain't broke.

And my management style, hands off.

Unless one of you really steps on your Johnson.

Kidding.

After you.

This is April fool's, right?

It's gonna be okay.

Gibson's tailing him like a trainee at a fast-food joint.

The more he learns from Rodriguez,

the better off we'll be.

He'll learn nothing.

Scott grafton's gym.

They got no record of him being there this morning.

Which means no one saw him or...

They swipe your membership card, and it stays in the computer.

No one saw grafton,

and they got no record of him being swiped in.

Grafton's alibi didn't hold up.

Rodriguez: So I. A. B.

He deserves a chance to explain.

One chance. Excellent.

The reports from anticrime are in your office.

Apologies.

No problem.

I'm not even here.

So, who did it?

Did you get the son of a bitch?

What time did you get home last night, Lois?

I told you, 2:00, 2:15.

Did you go straight home?

Yeah.

You stayed there? Or you went out again?

I stayed there. Why you badgering me?

We got you making a credit-card purchase

at montelioni's hardware at 4:30 this morning.

I've been a widow four hours,

and this is the treatment I get?

Can you explain the charge?

The card got stolen. I forgot to report it.

The clerk remembers you coming in.

He pulled your receipt.

Heavy-duty garbage bags, duct tape, lime.

See, the question now is

when did you buy what we call the murder kit?

If it was before your husband was dead, it's premeditated.

If it was after,

then you could argue that it was a crime of passion.

After.

But I did not kill Sammy.

Lonnie cutler did it.

Lonnie cut-- come on, Lois.

Lonnie is a no-talent loser.

Sammy wouldn't let him perform in the club anymore,

and Lonnie flipped.

You saw this happen?

I was in the office, and I heard them arguing.

I went down to find out what Lonnie's problem was,

and I see him standing over my husband

who was on the floor in a pool of blood.

And then you ran out to the hardware store to cover it up?

I was taken to the hardware store,

kidnapped, and forced to buy those things.

Clerk doesn't remember Lonnie in the store, only you.

Lonnie waited in the car.

Why didn't you tell the clerk to call the police?

Lonnie threatened to kill me if I said anything.

You want proof?

In the office, there's a loose floorboard

where I stashed Lonnie's bloody shirt.

He told me to burn it

while he figured out what to do with Sammy's body,

but I didn't.

Because my husband deserved more than that.

Let's go get the shirt.

Why don't you have a seat, Scott?

So, we got a little problem here.

Janet told me.

Told you what specifically?

She was having an affair

with a guy that turned up d. O. A. This morning.

Was she your anonymous tipster?

No. We got it through the d. O. A.'S phone records.

Coming to you was the next logical step.

She told me she met this guy at a coffee shop.

Is that what she told you guys?

We're trying to clear you for a murder.

Start focusing on that.

Hey, I didn't kill the guy.

Then why did you lie about where you were this morning?

Computer at the gym didn't show your card being swiped.

So, Scott, where were you this morning?

I was tailing Janet,

trying to see if she was cheating on me.

Hoping she wasn't. I knew it, though.

I knew she was out there with somebody else.

You're gonna need to prove that.

Fine.

Did you maybe talk to your partner about all this

or an informant, somebody in your life

who'd want you to feel better?

The only person I've been talking to about this is Janet.

And she's been denying it, denying it, denying it

right to my face.

This was looking like a hit.

I don't give a damn what it looks like.

And as far as that guy goes, good riddance.

When you left your house, the route you took,

places you stopped, people who saw you.

This guy is a risk.

Yeah, maybe.

Forget that he's our main suspect,

because who knows how long it will take

for the case to clear.

I'm talking about right now he is a risk

to his wife, to himself.

You thinking about calling early intervention?

Yeah.

Well, what do you think?

If going nuts over some broad was a disqualifier,

then half the guys on the job are in the rubber-gun squad.

So, what are you saying, we sit on our hands?

No. I'm saying it ain't something to take lightly.

It's easy to take a guy's gun.

It's a lot harder to get it back.

What about calling early intervention

and tell them what we know?

Let them make the decision.

The reality is, you call intervention,

they're gonna take his guns away.

Toward the end when my dad was having problems,

the booze, the mood swings, I knew he had guns.

And I thought about making the call,

but I didn't want to insult him

or make him feel worse than he was.

And I wanted to believe

that he wasn't doing as bad as I thought.

But maybe if he couldn't reach into that drawer

after getting his load on,

things would have turned out differently.

You can't do this to yourself.

Because I'd give anything to have him still around

and be pissed off at me than, you know.

John, your dad was heading down that road,

and there was nothing you could do about it.

I'd feel better today if I knew I did everything I could.

Call intervention then.

I'm not trying to confuse the two.

I'm just saying

that this guy is showing that he's a risk, Andy.

Then pick up the phone.

All right.

You can't be doing that to yourself.

Yeah.

Okay, last chance to get in front of this if it's a joke.

You carry it out any longer, I'm gonna get pissed.

It's no joke. He's your new c. O.

He's not even a lieutenant.

There aren't enough lieutenants,

so they're taking sergeants.

I have a friend who works in headquarters.

She says, back in the day, Eddie worked in a radio car

with the chief of personnel.

They're golf buddies. That's who got him in.

What's up with Scott grafton?

Still claiming no involvement.

He gave US another story as to where he was this morning.

I'll check it out.

What's his new story?

Basically was following his wife around

trying to catch her in the act.

Excuse me one moment?

My name is Marilyn graber,

and I need to see a detective immediately.

What's the problem?

I'm making eggs this morning when my son Evan,

who was supposed to be on his way to school,

comes back with this.

He found it in a park this morning.

I was gonna bring it to the cops.

Yeah, after you show your friends.

Which park, Evan?

Answer him.

Tompkins square park.

It's a .38. Same caliber as this morning.

Let's go talk in here, ma'am.

Ever since his father left...

Nuts!

Why don't you have a seat?

Why don't you walk US through it, Evan?

I swear I was gonna go to the police.

We believe you. Don't worry about it.

Just tell US how you found it.

So, I was walking to school through the park

when I look over,

and there's this guy with his hands in his pockets

like he's waiting for someone.

I walk past him a little bit.

Then when I look back,

I saw him throw something into the shrubs

and walk away.

I noticed it was shiny whatever he threw,

so I went over and I checked it out.

And then I took it home.

How did you find it, ma'am?

He came home because he said he forgot a book.

But he was looking very suspicious,

and I know when he's up to something.

So when he was in the bathroom, I went through his backpack.

She's always going through my stuff.

Like a good parent should. Thank you very much.

Evan, did you see this guy who dumped the gun?

Yeah.

What did he look like?

White guy, just kind of normal-looking.

Could you identify him if you saw him again?

I don't know, maybe.

Yes or no, young man.

Yes, probably. Okay?

We're gonna get you set up with some photo arrays.

Marilyn: He's not in trouble, is he?

No. If he helps US find who dumped that gun,

we're putting his picture up in the squad,

"teenager of the year."

Did you hear that?

Whatever.

Is that your shirt?

Unbelievable!

I can't tell you, Lonnie, how sad it makes me

to be sitting here with you like this.

She gave you the shirt? Lois?

What was the turning point? You're a funny guy.

I didn't kill that fat prick. She did.

Lois did?

She bashed him over the head with a microphone stand.

Wearing your shirt?

She called me afterwards, asked me to come down,

help her rid of the body.

It made a mess on my shirt, so I told her to burn it.

God, I should have knew she'd try to screw me.

So you put Sammy in the trunk of his car?

Heaved Sammy in the trunk. Nearly throwing out my back.

I drove it under the bridge.

I left the car

because I didn't want nothing more to do with it.

But you still haven't said

why Lois called you to dispose of her husband.

I was banging the battle-ax for stage time.

She called me in a panic. I went over there.

You know the rest.

Still, we got a he said/she said here.

Lois said Sammy found out she was whoring around,

said he was going to divorce her

and make sure she didn't get a dime,

so she whacked him one.

I was afraid of this.

This is off my answering machine.

She called me at home.

Lois: Sweetheart, it's Lois. I think I hurt Sam.

You've gotta help me, baby. Call me right away.

Anything?

He couldn't pick Scott grafton out of a photo array.

In the event Scott contracted the hit,

we're gonna show the kid an array

with Scott's partner in it.

We're also gonna show him the d. O. A.'S business partner.

He might be involved?

We're gonna show him every white male

that was somehow related to the d. O. A.'S life.

Okay.

How you doing?

It's starting to sink in.

Yeah.

More pictures?

What? He gonna hang 'em from the ceiling?

That uniform whose wife was banging your d. O. A.,

Scott grafton--

what about him?

He's downstairs putting up a fuss.

They're not gonna let him up, are they?

No. Desk sergeant told him to stay put.

But he's going on

about how one of you called early intervention on him.

But don't worry, I told him there's no way either of you

would do that to a fellow cop, right?

Just hang your pictures, Gibson.

There are those scumbags.

Who did it?

Why don't you be man enough to admit it?

I'll be man enough to hit you in your mouth

if you keep running it.

Let's talk in there.

Don't try denying it.

I called Janet. She swore it wasn't her.

That leaves you two.

I called.

How you want to settle this?

What is this, "high noon"? You got bigger problems.

No, he's got a beef with me. We're gonna settle it.

I got no beef with you, Scott,

beyond the fact that you're not thinking straight.

I'm on modified assignment.

I've got a 9:00 A.M. at psych services.

They took my guns.

You stalking your wife the way you've been doing,

you don't see where this is headed?

I'm doing what I can to save my marriage.

You trying to bang her, too?

Scott, wake up.

We've got a witness in this morning's shooting.

I got nothing to do with that. I keep on telling you guys.

They're looking at photos right now.

You think I'd be that sloppy?

Say I knew who this guy was and I got out of my head,

you think I'd take him out in broad daylight?

You're wondering why I made the call.

You guys just keep on twisting everything around!

I didn't do nothing!

As long as you're a suspect, unless we call you in,

you don't set foot inside this station house again.

You got that?

Yeah.

But do these guys in the photos we've been showing you

look like the type of guy who dumped the gun?

Kinda.

How good of a look did you actually get?

Pretty good one.

Run it for US again, Evan, and don't leave anything out,

no matter how trivial you think it might be.

I was sitting there waiting to go to school.

Sitting where?

On a bench.

And I saw the man.

He had a black coat with his hands in his pockets.

Where was he in relation to you?

Right in front of me.

I've got a couple of photos in a mug book

I'd like you to take a look at,

guys with criminal history that hang out in the park.

Let's just check 'em out real quick.

His hair was kind of curly.

Was it?

Yeah. I remember that.

Evan, when we talked to you earlier,

you said you were walking when you saw that man.

I was.

Why did you just say you were sitting on a bench?

Well, I was sitting on the bench,

and then I started walking.

When you started walking,

where was the guy when he dumped the gun?

In front of me, like, 20 yards.

You said earlier that you turned back

and looked at him when he dumped it.

Well, it was kind of like a half turn.

I can't remember really.

You're telling two different stories, Evan.

And this just happened this morning.

I know damn well you remember everything.

I didn't kill that guy.

Ever hear of paraffin?

It's the stuff that we put on your hands,

and it reacts to gun powder.

So if you fired a gun, it'll show.

You know what the next stop is after that?

Juvenile detention center, prison, essentially.

I didn't do it.

Listen to me, we've been down to that juvenile center,

and a kid like you does not want to be there.

Tell US what happened.

If it was an accident, we can try and avoid all that.

Was it an accident?

What happened?

My mom is gonna kill me.

What happened, Evan?

A couple of weeks ago, I was walking to school,

and these guys-- these older guys stopped me.

They took my money. They took my backpack.

They made me take my underwear off and they put it in my mouth.

They wrote things on me.

Were you at the park this morning

hoping to see them again?

Where did you get the gun?

I bought it from a kid at school.

How did you end up shooting the jogger?

Every day for the last week,

I've been sitting on that bench with the gun.

And I just wanted to scare those guys who robbed me.

I don't know.

I guess I got tired of sitting there,

and I wanted to feel what it was like to shoot the gun.

So I fired it at a tree.

I missed the tree, and I saw that guy fall down,

and I knew something bad had happened, so I ran.

That's an accident, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

I thought you went to get Lois rubikof?

She lawyered up. She's downstairs in a cell.

Yeah, lawyered up after screaming profanities at US,

horrible, ugly things.

Her lawyer's on the way.

This is someone

who's supposed to be fostering joy and laughter,

calling me a--

let it go, Greg.

I'll tell you, my eyes are open now.

Everything all right?

Mrs. Graber, we've got a problem.

Your son admitted it was him

who shot that jogger in the park this morning.

He was just going to look at mug books.

We asked him some questions,

and he admitted he shot towards a tree

and hit the man.

You're gonna need to speak to an attorney about this.

Is he under arrest?

Yeah, he is.

Well, just wait a minute. I'd like to talk to my son.

He needs some time to finish his statement.

Meantime you should call your lawyer.

You can use this office.

Sure.

Evan really shot someone?

Did I make a mistake bringing him in?

No, but you better start dealing with this right now.

Do I go in there or keep my distance?

Go in and learn, Gibson.

How in the hell is this gonna work?

He'll probably come to you for a lot of advice.

I got my own cases to worry about.

The option is letting him make it up as he goes along.

The kid's hungry. Watch him while I run out?

Hey...

I'm still glad I made that call to early intervention.

Don't even think about it.

Yeah.

My son accidentally shot someone.

That's really nice, John. Thank you.

My turn.

I-I was gonna open my remarks with a couple of jokes,

maybe a limerick,

but my association with all those comedians today

really got me depressed.

My god, they're a sour glass of milk.

Sorry.

I-I just mentioned that to say that my toast to you, boss,

stripped of its fat,

is, is one of admiration, appreciation,

and best wishes for the future.

All: Hear! Hear!

Thank you, Greg.

I'd like to say something, too.

If I have been a little less than gracious lately,

it's not on account of the reasons that you're leaving,

like I said to you.

It's on account of what happens when bosses leave.

Generally you lose touch.

And when it's a boss that you work good with,

somebody that stays out of your way,

respected the job you did,

and earned your respect for the job that he did,

there's a lot of regret in losing touch,

especially when you've come to regard that boss as a friend.

I wish you luck and all the best in your new job,

but keep in touch?

All: Hear! Hear!

Thanks.

The 15th was my first command, and it'll be my last.

I'm taking a lot of good memories and friendships.

There's also a battle scar.

But in spite of the outcome of the trial

or whoever came after US, we withstood it as a squad.

And in the thick of it,

we cleared a hell of a lot of cases.

We won't lose touch.

I got ties to you-- things that I'd never let go of.

So, um... Here's to you guys.

Thanks for everything.

Here's to the guy that invented this job.

Thanks for coming down.

I can't help thinking

if there had been a different outcome of the trial,

you wouldn't be leaving.

Maybe, maybe not.

I'm sorry for that verdict.

It wasn't your fault.

You did a great job. You're a fine lawyer.

Now, let's all move on.

Thanks. Excuse me.

You all right?

Tell the boss I had to slip out.

Scott and Janet grafton are at bellevue.

What did he do to her?

Apparently she shot him.

Andy, stick around. I'll call you.

Thanks.

I'll catch up with you in a while.

Janet.

Is Scott gonna make it?

He lost a lot of blood, but he's stabilized now.

Thank god.

What happened?

I was packing up, he came home drunk

and started yelling at me--

"how could I do this to him?

How many times have I screwed this guy?"

And then he hit me.

I told him to back off,

and he gave me five minutes to clear out.

He went and got a bat and started breaking things up.

I pulled my ankle piece on him and I told him to stop.

Then he came at me and...

He was gonna kill me.

If he had his gun on him, he would have shot me.

He would have killed me.