All language subtitles for NYPD Blue S12E01 Dress for Success

Medavoy:
Good morning, John.

Edward Miller.
Georgia driver's license.

Shot in the chest.

Who found him?

Manager. We're about wrapped
up here, actually,

seeing as we've already
been here for half an hour.

Do we know what the d. O. A.
Was in town for?

No, not yet.

What,
we're not bathing anymore?

I ran out of razors.
Remind me to pick some up.

There's no forced entry.

D.O.A. had all
his money on him.

Phone records?

Manager's faxing 'em.

Rita and the new girl
are gonna run them.

Gay John says
she seems real nice.

You wore those same clothes
yesterday.

Actually I bought about 10
of this identical outfit.

That way, each morning

I don't have to waste time
wondering what I'm gonna wear.

I think I read Einstein
did that same thing.

You hear that? Einstein.
Dude was a genius.

Why don't you guys start
knocking on doors?

So,
out all night again?

Which you've never done.

Doesn't suit you, John.

I got it handled.
Thanks, though.

Laura Murphy.

She transferred over from
applicant investigations.

Andy sipowicz.

Hey.

Greg medavoy.
Baldwin Jones.

John Clark.

How's it going?

Great. Looking forward
to working with you guys.

Welcome aboard.

Thanks.

Came for you
this morning.

D.O.A. was single, no kids.

I talked to a neighbor
of his in Savannah.

She said
he's a retired doctor,

came to New York
to research a book.

Anything on the hotel
phone records?

One call to and from
a Larry pregitzer.

He's on his way in.

So you were a detective
in applicant investigations?

Right.

Doing background checks on
people who want to be cops?

Everybody rags on that unit.

'Cause you don't do
any criminal investigations,

and you're not
on the street.

I did three years in uniform
up at the 7-5,

so don't worry about me
out on the street.

Don't listen to him.

We're glad to have you here,
Laura.

P.a.b.--
what does that mean?

No idea.

We just got a call
on a homeless d. O. A.

Any word on when the new
lieutenant's showing up?

It's supposed to be
sometime today.

What the hell is this?

That's, --
that's a dead rat, Andy.

Run this return address.
See if it even exists.

You got this?

Yeah, we're covered.
Glad to have you here.

Thanks.

P.a.b.-- what the hell
does that mean?

I don't know.

This is funny to you?

Come on, it's probably
a joke by Tommy Doyle

or one of the guys
you used to work with.

They'll let anybody
in this place.

What's up, kid?

My partner, Rita Ortiz.
This is Ted kio.

Ted and I were
at the academy together.

A detective in the squad.

Yeah, first day.

How did you land a plumb job
like that so quick?

My boss at applicant
investigations,

he promised to fast-track me
if I gave him two years there.

Luck of the Irish
over here.

You handling this job?

Yeah, d. O. A.'S Sean O'Leary,
shot three times.

I'd seen him around, had to
roust him a couple times--

him and this other
character named king tut.

Is that king tut?

No, that's road dog,
a. K. A. Jason keys.

He found the d. O. A., then
flagged down a radio car.

Did you know the d. O. A.?

Yeah, he was
a real bro, too.

Did you see him
last night?

We were kicking it with
these couple of squares.

They were on, like,
this field-trip thing.

But they had money.
They were paying for stuff.

Field-trip thing?

Yes-- homeless outreach
program, street race--

something like that.
I don't know.

It was a guy and a girl,
real squares.

D.O.A. have any beef
with anyone?

There's always beefs
out here.

Anything specific?
No.

He was a real bro.
He shared what he had.

He have a street name?

Yeah, the illness.

His name is Sean.
Then it was chron,

then chronic,
then chronic illness...

Then the illness.

Got it.

If you could stick around a
little bit, we'd appreciate it.

We were gonna head
to frisco tomorrow.

We're really sorry.

Hey, this king tut
the d. O. A. Hung out with,

think you can get
your hands on him?

For you? Anything.

You're the best.

I still can't believe
it happened.

Yeah, I'm sure it was a bit
of a shock.

How long did you know
Dr. Miller, Mr. Pregitzer?

He was our family doctor
many years ago,

and we stayed
in touch since.

Did you know
he was in town?

He called me from the hotel
he was staying at.

He mention what he was doing
in town?

Sightseeing.

He mention a book he was working
on, maybe the subject matter?

No, no, not to me.

Did ed talk about any problems
he was having out here

or anything like that?

He was single.
He never married.

Yeah. Go ahead,
Mr. Pregitzer.

He told me last night
that he met a woman in a bar,

and when they got back
to his room, she wanted money,

which was a shock to him.

He told me that she yelled
at him for wasting her time

and made a few threats
and left.

He say which bar
he met her?

No, no, but I asked him
how old she was, though.

And he said
she was in her 30's.

Well, I told him
"ed, you're 70 years old.

"No offense, but do you
really think a young woman

"is gonna go back
to your hotel

and you had no idea
that she was a prostitute?"

He claims he didn't.

He always had a bit
of an ego, though.

He mention anything else in your
conversation that might help US?

No. If I remember anything,
I'll give you a call.

Thanks for coming in,
Mr. Pregitzer.

Hit up the night clerk again
at the d. O. A.'S hotel,

see if he knows the names of
the prosses that work the place.

Sounds good.

New lieutenant's gonna be
showing up soon.

I got a razor in my locker.
You might think about shaving.

I'll wait to see
if he has a problem with it.

But you know
who I'm talking about.

Yeah, yeah, the illness.
Yeah, his real name is Sean.

Yeah,
he's a nice enough kid,

but he's a pain in the ass
when he gets drunk, though.

Did you see him last night?

In the afternoon,
not last night.

Anybody after him?

Why should I tell you that?

I don't know,
'cause he's dead?

You know how many times

I felt one of y'all's
nightsticks in my ribs?

I ain't helping you people.

King tut, my partner,
Rita Ortiz.

Caught the king
on a bad day here.

Says he doesn't know
anything.

Witness said the d. O. A.

Was hanging around two
white kids on a field trip.

Name of the organization
might have been street race.

You heard of it?

Come on. Don't think of it
as helping a cop.

Think of it
as helping a friend.

I ain't friends
with nobody.

You friends with 20 bucks?

Street embrace.
That's what they call it.

A bunch of guilty
rich people

who pretend they homeless
on the weekend.

And they call me crazy.

Is street embrace
a local thing?

Now, how in the hell
would I know?

Are we through up in here?
'Cause I got places to be.

Thanks for your help.

Hey, Ted, keep an eye
on king tut, will you?

You got it.

Thanks.

This guy's saying it might have
been a hooker involved.

D.O.A.'s cell phone dump
come back yet?

Yeah, a couple calls
to an Eric pregitzer.

Guy's related to the guy
we just talked to.

The son?

He's on his way in.

Listen, if you, have any
questions, feel free to ask.

I'll be happy to help
any way I can.

Thanks. I'm sure I'll have
a ton of questions.

What made you
want to be a cop?

I always wanted to be one.

It just didn't make my dad
and my brothers too happy.

They're not big
on you being on the job?

They're all firemen.

Ay, ay, ay.

If you got a beef with firemen,
I don't want to hear about it.

Lieutenant Thomas bale.
How's everyone doing today?

P.a.a. John Irvin.

Nice to meet you.
Laura Murphy.

Rita Ortiz.
Baldwin Jones.

Greg medavoy.
John Clark.

Andy sipowicz.

So you're Andy sipowicz.
I heard a lot about you.

I'll need a few minutes
to get settled in,

then you can catch me up
on any cases you're working.

Later I'll conduct individual
orientation sessions.

I've heard the name bale
from internal affairs.

You related?

That's me.

I realize that carries
a certain stigma,

but I think you'll find me
to be an excellent boss.

Time to start covering your ass
would be right about now, guys.

On the rat phone trading rat
stories with his rat buddies.

Hey, let's give him
a chance. He seems--

the dead rat.

Somebody must've known
this guy

was gonna be
our lieutenant soon.

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Ha ha, that's funny.

I talked to a lady

at the last hospital
ed Miller worked in Detroit.

He was let go
over personality issues.

Apparently he bounced
from hospital to hospital.

She also said that Miller

used to be a prominent
sexologist in the '60s.

Sexologist?
Y-You mean like sex--

like an expert on sex
or something?

Easy there, killer.

I'm just asking.

Where you off to?

We contacted
the street embrace organization.

It's run out of this
self-awareness fellowship place.

A description of one of the
girls who participated,

a Zoe prentice, matches
what we got from a witness.

I'll need to know
these things.

You were on the phone.

Interrupt me next time.

Sure.

Sorry.

No problem.

Irvin: 15th squad.

Hi.
Hey.

Eric pregitzer's on his way up.

No one at Miller's hotel
saw him in the lobby bar.

No one saw him walking through
the lobby with the woman.

Did you catch all that,
lieutenant?

I did. Thank you.

I ran Eric's address.
Check that out.

Eric, we wanted to talk
to you about Dr. Ed Miller.

My dad told me
what happened.

Well, we saw on Dr. Miller's
cell phone records

that he had some calls
into you yesterday.

What was he calling you
about?

Suggestions and what to do
in New York, you know.

He was out here by himself.

Did you give him any suggestions
as far as places to go--

you know, restaurants,
bars, like that?

No, more landmark-type stuff,
you know--

the met and guggenheim.

Hey, Eric, in going through some
of the checklist things we do,

you know, we ran your address

to see if there were any crimes
or police responses,

and it says here you tried to
commit suicide three years ago.

That's right.

That's a personal matter,
obviously,

but what jumped out was that it
was Dr. Miller who dialed 911.

That's right.

Was he staying with you?

No.

It was actually kind of
an ironic situation.

I was going through
a breakup,

and it was just a real
low point for me.

So I did something
really stupid,

and Dr. Miller was in town,

and he happened to stop by
after I did it.

I'm glad he did
'cause it saved my life.

See, that looks
a little odd to US.

No.

I mean, I can see how it
maybe does, but it's not.

Eric, I've been doing this
for a long time.

I'm pretty certain we're not
getting the whole story

as to what you know
about Dr. Miller.

Are you thinking
I killed him?

Why in the world would I do
something like that?

Were you more
than just friends?

My god.

You guys are really
tripping now. No.

Dr. Miller
was a lonely old guy

and didn't know
a lot of people.

And he just kind of, like,
clung to my family

for some reason.

I don't know
what else to tell you.

Where were you last night?

Work and then home.

We're gonna need your
information, if you don't mind.

So, the street embrace.

Yeah, my god.
What a great experience.

You guys think
we have it rough, right?

In your travels
the last few days,

did you come across
a young homeless guy

named Sean O'Leary?

His street name
was the illness.

Yeah, yeah, I talked to him
a little bit.

He was gonna leave
for San Francisco today.

That's not gonna happen.

Sean was shot and killed
last night.

For real?

Yeah.

My god.

Do you know anything
about it?

No.

Wow, I can't believe that.

While you were getting
to know each other,

Sean didn't mention anyone
he was afraid of?

He was with this hard-core group
of homeless street kids

called the gutter punks.

And there was this other
subgroup called the crusty punks

that they didn't get along with.

And there's always
the old-timer homeless guys.

But I think he got along
with them.

It is, like, wild to see.

But no names?
No.

Who was the guy
you were hanging out with

who was also
with street embrace?

Charlie, I think.

Did you guys exchange numbers
or anything like that?

No.

See, the rules are,
when you show up,

you can't bring any money
or personal belongings

or food or anything.

They really want you
to experience being homeless.

We had to beg and sleep
in shelters.

Sean's friends
said you and Charlie

were buying things
for the group.

I cheated a little.
I brought some cash.

The problem we're having is
the information Charlie gave

to the organizers
of the street embrace--

his I. D., his personal
and contact info--

all of it was fake.

But it's important
that we find him.

While you guys
were hanging out,

did he mention anything
in casual conversation

about his family
or where he lived,

where he hung out,
anything?

No, 'cause, you know, I wasn't
really interested in his story.

I was more into the stories
of the homeless people.

They're not all drunks,
you know.

Some of them had families
and college educations.

It's really sad.

Well, if you think
of anything...

Sure.

Sounds like a fun way
to spend the weekend?

Can I give you some
advice, Laura?

Sure.

It's hard enough for a female
on the job to get respect.

One of the ways to lose it

is if you're flirtatious
with the guys.

They'll just run with it.
The next thing you know--

who was I flirting with?

I'm just saying
as a general observation.

Well, you didn't generally
observe me flirting with a guy

'cause I didn't
and I don't.

If they do,
it's usually harmless,

and I let it slide, and I
don't make a big deal out of it.

Yeah, I know all about
that approach,

and what I'm saying is
if you act like that,

you leave yourself open
for a problem down the road.

Keep in mind here, Rita,

this is my first day
in this squad.

This isn't my first day
on the job.

Hey, you got your style,
I got mine.

I've never had a problem
with a guy

in a work situation ever.

The only problems
I've ever had

are with other women
on the job.

And I don't know why
it has to be like that.

I'm just giving you advice.
Take it or don't take it.

Kids?

Two daughters, full grown--
one married.

You?

No, still looking
for Mrs. Right.

Well, don't be asking
any female advice from me,

lieutenant.

Whoo, swing and a miss

when it comes to understanding
the fair sex.

So, you're 55, Greg?

That's right.

How much longer do you plan
on being on the job?

Is that a hint
or something?

No, no, no, no.
Not at all.

You and detective sipowicz
are the elder statesmen here,

and I look forward to learning
from you guys.

It's just I've encountered
a lot of cops with your years

who are getting out
because it's different now.

A lot of those guys have had
a hard time adjusting to that.

I-I consider myself
a strong detective.

I plan on doing this
as long as I can.

Good attitude.

Looking forward to working
with you, Greg.

Yeah, yeah.
You too, lieutenant.

Me and you might have a real
problem with this guy, Andy.

Might?

No, I'm talking about,

like, in terms of him
wanting younger detectives

he can mold how he wants.

What do you got?

I'm 90% sure this is accurate.

Eric pregitzer, the son--

10 years ago, he legally changed
his name from Cynthia.

Get out.

I swear to god.

So, he was a woman?
10 years ago?

I don't know too many guys
named Cynthia.

The d. O. A., you were saying

that this is some big
expert sex guy?

Yeah.

We got to get Eric
back in here.

Hey, ballistics got a match

off one of the slugs found
in your homeless d. O. A.

It came back to a gun

registered to a private
investigator

named Charles isadore.

Comparison came off a shooting
he was involved in,

but, he kept his permit.

That's Charlie.

Let's go grab him up.

We should talk to the boss
first, right?

Yeah, he, -- he told me he
loves internal affairs jokes.

You know, break one out
when you're in there.

Yeah, right.

I got to buzz this chick back
real quick.

You want to call Eric for me?
Thanks.

Hey, chief,
we're working a homicide.

Two minutes.

Let's me and you get a cup
of coffee?

It's almost done brewing.

You know, I really don't need
a second cup, anyway.

I've been putting myself
in your shoes, and...

You've had a real tough run,
John...

With your dad
and then Jennifer.

Those are two big losses,

and anybody would react
to that.

And I feel like I've given you
an appropriate amount of time

for you to grieve
and do what you need to.

But there comes a point
when it affects your work

and it affects the people
you work with,

and, I mean, are you
trying to piss me off?

'Cause you're doing
a hell of a job.

If you want me to call
Eric pregitzer, I will.

There's no use
flying off the handle.

It's more than that,
and you know it.

Now, you're walking
around here like a skel,

hitting on this new girl
like some lech.

Whoa, I'm just making
conversation.

Who do you think
you're talking to?

Everything you just listed,

it's got nothing to do
with how I'm performing my job.

I mean, have I blown off
one day of work?

Have I sandbagged it
in one interview?

How many nights you been out
tying one on in the streets?

Listen to what you just said.

'Cause it's got nothing
to do with work.

That's me out having a good
time, which I'm entitled to.

So if you've got work-related
issues with me,

lay it out.

But if it's got anything
to do

with how I spend my time
after I punch out of this place,

I don't want to hear it.

Get your act together, John.
I mean it.

Had a little trouble
finding you, Charlie.

The info you gave to street
embrace was all fake.

Yeah, I didn't want them hitting
me up for fund-raisers.

I just wanted to experience the
two days and leave it at that.

What went wrong
with Sean O'Leary?

Nothing. Why?

One of the slugs they pulled
out of Sean's dead body

matches a gun
registered to you.

So let's skip the tap dance
and get to what happened.

What happened, Charlie?

Zoe-- you know,
her dad's got major bucks.

Well, she gets this wild hair
to go on the street embrace

because she wants
to find herself.

Well, piss off, daddy.
Who the hell knows?

But her dad calls my agency,

says he's looking for a young
guy to do the street embrace,

shadow his daughter,

keep her out of trouble
without her knowing it.

She never knew
you were p. I.?

End of the first night,
she made me.

I guess her dad
had done this before.

But she was cool with it.

All she tells me is not
to get in her way.

So how'd you get mixed up
with Sean O'Leary?

It was the second night,
and we were all hanging out.

Sean, the illness, whatever
the hell his name is,

he wants to score some dope.

So Zoe, she pulls out some cash,

which she wasn't supposed to
have, and she fronts him.

He comes back with some crack.
She wanted ecstasy.

But once he put that pipe
in front of her,

she told me not to interfere.

What went wrong?

Well, I go off to take a piss,
and then I hear screaming.

So I come running back,
and I see Zoe yelling at him,

calling him a no-good bum,
a piece of garbage.

I guess he must've made
a move on her.

'Cause he says, "you'd be lucky
to have sex with me,

you ugly pig."

That's when her eyes go wide,

and she turns to me and says,
"shoot him."

He was high as a kite.

So you shot him.

Hell, no. I tell her,
"let's get out of here."

But she keeps screaming at me
to shoot him,

and he keeps laughing
and calling her an ugly pig.

I can barely keep my eyes open

'cause I haven't slept
in the last two days.

And then, for a second,

it looked like
she was gonna chill out.

So then I guess
I let my guard down.

'Cause the next thing I know,

she's got my gun, and she's
pointing it at the illness,

daring him to say it again.

He did.

She shot him...Three times.

What'd you do
at that point?

I took the gun from her.

I told her that she needed to go
her way and that I'd go mine,

and hopefully this wouldn't come
back to bite US in the ass.

Hell of a story there,
Charlie.

I wish I could've prevented it.

I wish I never would've taken
that job.

And god knows, what the hell
made her want to hang out

with a bunch of winos
for a weekend,

but that is what happened.

You're gonna need
to stick around.

Yeah, I know.

There's no easy way
to broach this, Eric,

so I'll just lay it out.

You changed your name
legally 10 years ago, right?

That's right.

And since it was a female name
you had before,

that would indicate you
had a sex change, right?

What does that have to do
with anything?

Yes or no?
Yeah.

In looking into
Dr. Miller's background,

we saw that he was a sex and
gender expert back in the day.

Did Dr. Miller perform
your sex-change operation?

Eric?

Eric.

I think I'm gonna throw up.

I'm okay.

What happened last night
with Dr. Miller?

I don't know.
I didn't kill him.

Did he or didn't he

perform your sex change
10 years ago?

No, I-I had it done here
in the city

by a Dr. Richard broussar,
and you can check.

Eric...what the hell's
going on here?

Nothing.
I don't know.

I was at home last night.

This isn't going away.
We're not going away.

So just tell US what happened.
We can help you.

I was at home watching
television,

and then I went to work.

I wrote all that down
the last time--

no one can confirm

whether you were home
by yourself or not.

I didn't kill Dr. Miller.

You've been carrying
around this big secret

for 10 years.

You thought
it was all behind you.

This lonely old man
comes back into your life

and maybe blackmails you
for money

or to do things for him
that you don't want to do.

Now, if something like that
happened, Eric,

it's all very understandable
you reacted in a bad way.

I work my job.
I mind my own business.

I never hurt anybody
in my life.

I mean, that is
the god's honest truth.

Charlie's out of his mind--
out of his mind.

Which part are you disputing?

The part
where I shot that guy.

I mean, are you kidding me?
That's retarded.

Not in a million years
would I do that.

How'd Sean O'Leary
get killed then?

I don't know.
Yes, we were hanging out.

Yes, I smoked a little,

and yes, I probably shouldn't
have been doing that.

But after Sean tried to force
my head down on his crotch

and after he called me
those names,

I started crying, and I turned
around, and I bolted.

So, Charlie shot him?

I'm not saying that.
I don't know what happened.

But when I left, Charlie
and Sean were standing there.

All right.

Since it's your word
against Charlie's,

and the bullet matches his gun,
this falls on Charlie.

He's getting charged
with murder.

You're okay with that?

Of course I'm not okay
with that...

Because, in a way, Charlie
was standing up for me.

But I left.
I didn't shoot that guy.

All right, then.

We're gonna need you
to write that up.

Where you at?

The son copped
to the sex change,

but he's still denying
involvement.

So we got his dad coming in,
and we'll go at him again.

Where's the son now?

In the coffee room.

We're letting him
calm down a bit.

It's for you, detective.

Sipowicz.

Who is this?

Say who you are,
you big pussy.

Hello?

P.a.b. Again.

That's all the guy said--
p. A. B.

John, so a search for anybody
with the initials p. A. B.

Either on the job
or in the system.

What's p. A. B.?

I don't know.

Anything stand for p.A.B.
That you know of?

Police athletic--
no, I don't know. Sorry.

Let's ask
grizzly Adams here...

Referring to the stubble
you got going.

I'll be clean-shaven
tomorrow.

That'd be appropriate.

Ortiz: We got a little bit
of a deadlock here, boss.

The bodyguard's putting it
on Zoe.

Zoe's saying she walked away

while the bodyguard and the
d. O. A. Were still arguing.

They're both dug in
on their stories.

The bodyguard's downstairs
in a cell.

Zoe's in interview three.

We're gonna let them think
about it a while.

Release the girl.
Keep him in custody.

Get the d. A.'S office hip

and let them decide
how they want to proceed

'cause I don't want to get
into an overtime situation

if they're both dug in.

We're not angling
for overtime.

Fine, but just give it
to the d. A.

Problem is, we tend
to believe the bodyguard.

Include that in your
conversation with the d. A.

But based on just the facts,

they'll go for a deal,
which might be a railroad.

This way, Mr. Pregitzer.

Give it
to the d. A.'S office.

Let them decide
what they want to do.

You're covering for your son,
aren't you, Mr. Pregitzer?

When Dr. Miller called
last night,

it wasn't about some whore
who got the wrong idea

because we looked into it,

and there's no indication
of any of that happening.

Okay, then
here's what happens.

This case goes to a grand jury.
This case goes public.

And that secret

that Eric has been working
so hard to keep a lid on,

everybody's gonna know.

Do you want that
for your son?

Eric's been through
so much as it is...

More than any person
should have to endure.

Did Dr. Miller know about
the sex change?

Did he perform it?

He did the first one.

Which first one?

When Eric was an infant.

When he got circumcised,
there was an accident.

What kind of an accident,
Mr. Pregitzer?

The device that they used
was electric.

There was a malfunction,
and he was burned.

The whole organ was--
it was gone.

And, Dr. Miller--

he came into your life
at that point?

He heard about it somehow.
He approached me and my wife.

He had this theory about nature
versus nurture,

and, well, he assured US
it would work.

So he performed the surgery
on Eric?

Yes.

And it was part
of Dr. Miller's theory

that once we committed to it,
we could never tell Eric.

Well, that didn't work.

In his heart, Eric always knew
that he was a boy.

And so finally, we told him
when he was 18.

Three years ago, Eric tried
to commit suicide.

Dr. Miller
wouldn't leave him alone.

When Dr. Miller called him

and said he was coming over
for a talk,

that was too much
for Eric to take.

That's when I told him

that if he ever tried to contact
Eric again, I'd kill him.

Are you covering for your son,
Mr. Pregitzer?

No. I went to Dr. Miller's hotel
last night.

I knocked on the door.

He answered it,
and I shot him.

All right.

See, I'd forgiven Dr. Miller
for what happened back then.

We agreed to it.
It seemed like the only option.

But when he kept popping up
into Eric's life,

well, I warned him.

He wouldn't listen.

Why wouldn't he leave
your son alone?

I don't know.
I mean, he was obsessed.

It was like Eric was his
Frankenstein or something.

He kept wanting Eric
to go public

so that he could go down
in history, I guess.

I don't know.

All right, listen to me.

We're gonna go talk
to Eric to confirm this.

Once we do,
we're gonna come back here

and help you
with your statement.

Okay.

What's up, Ted?

Remember you asked me

to keep an eye
on that king tut character?

Yeah. Anything?

Did you give him any money
for cooperating?

20 bucks.
Why?

I just saw him walk
into a hotel nearby

with all-new gear
and a hooker on his arm.

Which hotel?

The Camden arms
over on second.

You owe me a cold one
for this.

You got it.

Clark:
Is that what happened?

Meaning what?

You did this, and your dad
is covering for you.

No.

You were home last night.

Dr. Miller-- he called me

and said he was planning
on writing a book

on the surgery,
on my life, how he saved me.

He never got it.
He'd just never admit it.

I always felt I was a boy.

Here I was wearing a dress,
getting teased,

just wishing I was dead.

Every year I'd go, and I'd have
these therapy sessions with him,

and I'd tell him these things,
and he wouldn't listen.

Even after my parents told me,

and even after I had
my sex changed back,

he'd never admit
that he was wrong.

He never apologized.

Did you know your dad

was gonna go over there
last night?

No.

All I did was tell him that
Dr. Miller had found me again,

and he wanted to write the book.

My dad said
he'd take care of it.

What's gonna happen
to my dad now?

We're gonna do
everything we can

to see if this can go down
as manslaughter.

I don't blame my dad for what
happened to me as a kid.

I mean, they didn't know
what else to do.

A-All I'm saying is,
he's not a killer.

He's not a bad guy.

But Dr. Miller
wouldn't leave me alone.

All right.
Wait here, okay?

I got an idea how to work
this, so just follow my lead.

Fine.

Clark: What the hell
is going on here?

Wait outside.
I'll be with you in a minute.

We'd like to have a quick word
with you, lieutenant.

In a minute.
Now, wait outside.

No. We really need
to talk...Now.

I'm not gonna say it again,
detective.

Now, get out of here.

Where'd you get the money
for all this?

I told you. I had a scratcher
that played off big.

Where'd you buy it?

At a bodega.

Where?
Albuquerque!

Where in the hell
do you think I bought it?

Here in the city.

Let me ask you
something, king.

Where would you like to be
headed to

in the next five minutes--

back outdoors or down
to an 8x10 cell?

And I'm not joking.

I ain't got no money.
It's all gone.

And you ain't getting
that back.

Where did you get it?

From this white chick named Zoe

that was hanging out with
the illness last night.

Why'd she give it to you?

Okay, now if the situation
had been just reversed,

and that had been me laying
down there shot,

and the illness
had been offered cash,

he would have done
the same damn thing.

So I ain't got no guilt
on my consciousness.

Why did Zoe give you money?

I was headed back up
to the squat last night,

and I see this crazy bitch
pointing a gun at the illness

and yelling, "say it again.
Say it again."

Well, he must've said what
he wasn't supposed to say

'cause she went pow, pow, pow,
and the illness was down.

And I jumped back
in the shadows.

And the dude that was with her,

he came up
and said something to her

and took the gun and boogied,

and she just stood there.

And I walked up to her,

and I said, "girl, do you know
what the hell you just done?"

And what'd she say?

She's yipping and yelling
about who knows what.

Girl was high, y'all.

She promised me money
if I kept her secret.

And I said I had
to think about it.

She said, "$5,000 cash,"

and I said I was done
thinking about it.

And I met her

in front of the liquor store
on bleecker street 10:30 a. M.

'Cause she said she had to wait
till her bank open.

Wait here.

Before you say anything,
the timing of that sucked,

and I'm sorry for that.

Obviously,
I would have preferred

that we'd had a chance to talk

about a scenario like that
before it actually happened.

What was your problem
with what happened?

How exactly were you gonna help
him with his statement?

Were you gonna suggest

that the d. O. A. Was threatening
to kill him when he didn't?

Were you gonna tell him to say
that the d. O. A. Came at him

in a threatening manner
when he hadn't?

Did you not hear what
the son went through?

I did, and it's messed up.

And if this goes to trial,
the jury will hear it, too,

and they'll do their jobs.

Are you gonna take
statements for US now?

Type the fives,
testify in court?

No. Because now we're clear,

and something like that
won't happen again.

I don't know how
much contact you've had

with the real world

while you were out there
locking up cops.

I had plenty of contact.

Okay. Having done this
for a while--

make another comment like
that again, and you know?

We're gonna have
a real problem.

I'm sorry. That came across
wrong, lieutenant.

It's just that when you deal
with a wide spectrum of people,

you sometimes come across
a good person

who did a bad thing.

Those people
deserve consideration.

And being able to provide
that consideration

has been
a long-standing tradition

in the New York City police
department.

This station is the only
place in the whole system

where justice
is really done.

In a Fender bender, maybe.

But not when it involves
murder.

In that circumstance,
your job as a detective

is to ascertain what happened
and then document what happened.

Your job is not to reinterpret

or re-create the facts
of a homicide as you see fit.

I'm sorry, but this
conversation is over.

Kick the son, process the dad.

We're done, guys.

I got 32 years on this job.

I always planned
on leaving on my terms,

and that day's
not too far away.

But if I can't do my job, one
that I can live with morally,

then I'm out the door.

Eventually that's a decision
that every cop has to make.

It's never an easy one.

Andy, you drive
your car today?
Yeah.

You're not gonna like this.

You got to be kidding me.

P.a.b.

What's it say?

Andy.

"Payback's a bitch."

This isn't a joke.

Where's Zoe?

With her attorney.

We'll get her to central
booking afterwards.

Desk sergeant told me you had a
cop keeping an eye on a witness.

Yeah.
Cop's name was Ted kio.

That's really heads-up.

I'll put a good word in for you
with the chief.

Or you could just put
a good word in for Ted.

He did all the legwork.

Well, it was a little
rocky today,

but it's important
that you all know something.

No disrespect to former bosses,

but I was sent here to replace
sergeant Gibson

because it's
the department's perception

that this is a rogue outfit.

So I come with a specific
mandate from my bosses

to make this squad reflect
today's job, today's policing.

And it's gonna happen.

So I ask that you join me
in accomplishing

what I've been instructed to do.

In return, you'll have my
complete allegiance and support.

If you elect not to, you won't
be working here anymore.

I'm afraid it's that simple.

And I hope that doesn't happen
for anyone here.

Have a good night.
I'll see you tomorrow.

All right, can it, John.

How perfect was that?

We're so screwed.

I'm on my last nerve
as it is,

so lose the stupid grin

or I'm gonna jump
across this desk.

All right, guys.
Come on.

Maybe I should take off,
then.

Good idea.

You got the fives?

You hurry up and get your ass
into happy hour.

Read my mind.

Hey, first-day beer
celebration on me.

I'm fine.
Thanks, though.

All right.

What are we gonna do,
Andy?

Nothing.

I ain't changing
a damn thing.