All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S03E17 - Hollie And The Blowfish.eng

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[ Chuckles ]
Got him, huh?
Yeah.

How long could
he last in there?
Oh, about eight to 10 hours.

Huh.
This blowfish can inflate
five times his present size.

Huh.
Yeah. He can threaten an enemy,
uh, impress a female blowfish.

[ Chuckles ]
What's up?

‐ Black guy on the phone
over there?
‐ Trouble?

No. No trouble.
I know him.

[ Honking ]

Best informant I ever had.
You're gonna like this guy,
Andy.

Yeah, I like everybody.

Ferdinand.
Hey, Bobby man.
Hey, not now.

Not now? I welcome you home,
and you play cold.
What's up with that?

[ Ferdinand ]
Oh, man. Please.

Ferdinand,
are you working here?

[ Simone ]
He just gets out of Attica.
Comstock.

You don't write.
You don't call.

I come out on the street
with my partner here,
and you setting up for business.

Bobby, I didn't even
know you was downtown.

You checking out
this Lexus, huh?
What? What Lexus? Man, no.

Just checking the atmosphere.
You looking to take off
Colombians now?

'Cause that's
living pretty large.

Damn it! Robert, man,
you pop up like this,
you ruin everything.

‐ Man, a couple more minutes
out there, and I'm gone!
‐ You know how that goes.

First, you pay,
and then maybe you get
a chance to play. Come on.

[ Ferdinand ]
Damn it!

[ Honks ]
[ Chuckles ]

[ Donna ]
Can I help you?

Ray Kahlins. I'm with
the, uh, HIDA task force.

Which is
Detective Sipowicz's desk?

Over there.
Thank you.

[ Kahlins ]
I'll file that information.

‐ How's it going, huh?
‐ Good. Who you guys all with?

Son, if I tell you that,
I gotta kill you. Hmm?
[ Chuckles ]

[ Siren Wailing In Distance ]
[ Knocking ]

‐ Yeah?
‐ Sergeant Ray Kahlins,
Lieutenant.

NYPD detail to
the HIDA task force.

I got the memo you'd
be here on the Barnes case.

Two drug crews shoot it out.
Only casualty's a 10‐year‐old
on her way to school, huh?

Yeah. We got two empty rooms
you can use in Anticrime.
That's up on the third floor.

‐ Great.
‐ I know I owe you a detective.
You need any logistical help?

You gotta be kidding.
We're federally funded,
Lieutenant.

We got new cars. We got
new radios. Unlimited overtime.

Yeah. State police are
working with you too?

Everyone but the cavalry.
We can't spend it fast enough.

So how you doing
on the case?

W‐We're looking at some people.
We're working back
on the crews.

‐ Thanks for the space.
‐ Yeah.

Hey, Diane?

Morning, boss.
Yeah, morning. Um‐‐

We got a High‐Intensity
Drug Area unit
working out of the squad.

‐They're on the Barnes homicide?
‐Yeah. It's a different kind of
investigative work.

Um, they've got federal money.
They can go a lot
farther into a case.

‐ It might be good experience
for you working with them.
‐ Sure. I'd like that.

The guy running the detail's
from our job. Sergeant Kahlins.
Go out and introduce yourself.

‐ I appreciate the look,
Lieutenant.
‐ Yeah.

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Medavoy ]
Uh‐huh.

Excuse me.
Young lady, you know
how to spell "fornicate"?

Never mind.
I'll just shorten it.

Tread lightly through
your thinking for me,
turning this Ferdinand loose.

Andy, we bring him in,
I gotta toss him.
I know I'm gonna find a gun.

Perish the thought you take
a weapon off a stickup guy.

He comes in on his own.
He's off this piece.
He's not looking at a collar.

He's gonna have
a whole lot better attitude.
You see those tracks?

Yeah. He's been shooting up his
whole life, coke and dope, both.
So we know he's reliable.

He'll show, Andy.
He'll make cases for us.

I'll put the bag
in the freshwater tank
till I go home.

This little guy
inflates himself,
those goldfish'll have a stroke.

Yeah, huh?
Yeah.

Oh, man.

Who's that?
Some loudmouth crap‐artist.

Hey, Andy.
I was just writing you
an obscene note.

How's it going there, Kahlins?
This is Bobby Simone.

‐ Sergeant Ray Kahlins.
‐ Good to meet you, Sarge.
Diane Russell.

‐ Hi.
‐ [ Kahlins ]
Hi. How's it going, Diane?

I just got some good news.
My boss wants me to work
on your task force.

I knew I liked that guy.

So, Andy, still
closing down the bars?

No. Not too much.

I've only met
a few people in my life
could drink me under a table.

And this guy is one of them.

So this is
where you landed, huh?
Yeah.

‐ It's not bad. It's not bad
for precinct work.
‐ Andy.

Yeah. Look, I'd stick around
for more career evaluation,
but we gotta talk to this guy.

Go on. Get out of here.
Nice to meet you .

‐ Same here.
‐ Come on. Let's take the long
way to the coffee room.

Hey, Diane, body
in a basement on Hester Street.
You want to work it with us?

Boss just assigned me
to the task force
on the Barnes homicide.

Hey, good for you.
That's great.

Yeah.
James Martinez, Greg Medavoy,
Sergeant Ray Kahlins.

How's it going?
I noticed you got
a Ranger jacket on there.

Our Miss Abandando,
big Ranger fan.

Is that so?
I won this on a bet.

[ Kahlins ]
So you got a stinker
down on Hester Street?

Yeah, yeah. We don't know
how long it's been there.

Yeah. You know, I used to own
a couple of them loft buildings
over there by Ludlow.

Zoning regs wouldn't
let me develop them
the way I wanted to.

So I said, "The hell with this."
I sold the two of them off,
cleared myself 80 large.

Is that right?
Yeah.

Anyways, we better
get over there.

Diane, think you could point me
in the general direction
of the, uh, Anticrime section?

‐ It's right upstairs.
‐ Okay. Guys, let's go.
We're moving out.

When'd you own those lofts?
Well, I sold them
about five years ago.

Made myself somewheres
between $80,000, $90,000.

Watching you drink coffee
makes my teeth hurt.

I'm a fiend for sweets.

Dope, cocaine, sweets.

All I want is everything.

Say, Ferdinand,
whatever happened to that
tall guy you used to hunt with?

Antoine? He dead.

Got the virus.
Went real quick.

A lot of guys
have got that bug now, man.

Yeah. A lot of guys do.

So what do you got
for show and tell?

‐ Rent's due, huh?
‐ First of the month, holmes.

[ Inhales ]

How about I put two bodies
on Marcus Edmonds?

I mean he dead now.
So he's past minding.

You're gonna give us
paper clearances
off Marcus Edmonds?

Guy's been dead for four months.
Every snitch in the city's still
trying to put murders on him.

Marcus like to shot
about 20 people 'fore
he caught a bullet his own self.

I'm gonna tell you about
that double, LaGuardia Homes.

Them bodies in the stairwell.

‐ Edmonds did those shootings?
‐ Sure did.
I got names, numbers.

I know who was with him.
I know the whole story
behind that foolishness.

All right. All right.
We'll get back to that.

How about something fresh?

[ Sighs ]

How about that bodega
last month, Avenue "B,"
where the counter man got shot?

‐ How about it?
‐ Fresh enough?

Let's hear it.
Shooter was Lynwood Truett.

Used to be with
the Diamond in the Raw Crew.

They cut him loose when
he kept messing up the count.

Second man in that job
was Andre Boyd.

He been on Rikers last couple
of weeks. You need a witness?
You got Marletta Weeks.

She Boyd's girlfriend.
She drove 'em there.

Where's this Marletta live?
[ Sighs ]
Alphabet City somewheres.

You'll find her
through Social Services.
She get a check.

Can I get back
to my own little drama now?

Who were those Colombians
you were looking to take off?

‐ Man, they're my business.
‐ Your business?

Damn straight.
You got your own business.
I'm helping you with that.

But I got my own thing,
and you messing with it.

I tend to mess
with armed robbery. Yeah.

Bobby, man,
chill your partner down.

No. I got a vision of
a street full of taxpayers...

getting caught in
the cross fire, Ferdinand,

while you do business
with your .38.

.44.

My mistake.

Niggers see
that big gun come out,
they don't argue.

They looking down
that big‐ass barrel
like it's the Lincoln Tunnel,

and they Jersey bound.

Man, they give it up.
Wail like bitches.

Only fools stop
and trifle with a .44.

I need your beeper number,
Ferdinand.

Yeah, okay.

Then you can take off
while we check out your stuff.

Can't even
write my numbers good.

I should've stayed in school.

[ Police Radio, Indistinct ]
[ Exhales ]

[ Grunts ]

This guy's stabbed up
pretty good.
But there's no decomp.

‐ Actually,
he looks pretty fresh.
‐ [ Martinez ] Yeah.

It's the rest of the room
that stinks like death.

Santeria‐‐
offering to the saints.

‐ Huh?
‐ Our guy's a santero, a priest.

See?
He's wearing all white.

They do that
for the first two years
for purity.

This is where
he must've made his offerings.

No pockets on this outfit.
I don't see no I. D.

Look at this.
Goats, roosters‐‐

The santero sacrifices
to the ancient gods
and Catholic saints.

He uses them for white magic.
No black magic though.
That's Palo Mayombe.

You know
all about this stuff.

Yeah. Tío Pepe, my uncle,
was a santero.

On Sundays, you couldn't go into
my cousin's basement without
stepping on a rooster's head.

People from the neighborhood
would come to my Tío Pepe to put
a trabajito on their enemies.

‐ What's a trabajito?
‐ That's like a little work,
like a hex.

Well, h‐how are
we gonna I. D. this guy?

I'll call Father Ramos
over at Saint Luis's.

You'd call a Catholic priest
ab‐about a witch doctor?
They're not witch doctors, Greg.

Spanish neighborhoods,
Catholic priests tend to
deal with these guys a little.

Yeah?
Live and learn.

Life's not all
Ozzie and Harriet.

Yeah. This is definitely not
the Nelson family rec room.

Morrisey and Regina
caught that bodega homicide
your C.I. told you about.

They're coming in on a 41.

We can check out this woman,
Marletta, who supposedly
drove the getaway car.

Turn her over
to Morrisey when he gets in.

Information the C.I.
gave up on those LaGuardia
Homes homicides checks out.

Putting those on Marcus Edmonds.

Guy's information is straight,
Lieu. It always has been.

‐ So, you gonna need anything
from the snitch fund?
‐ No. Uh‐uh.

Is he up on a charge?

‐ He just got out.
Did a three‐year bit.
‐ So what do you got over him?

He's probably
doing some things that
we don't want to know about.

Give me a hint.

The bit was just
sticking up drug dealers.

He's been doing his act longer
than I've been on the job, Lieu.

And I have never once heard
of a civilian getting hurt.

I don't want this guy
thinking he's got
a free ride in my precinct.

‐ He knows it's not like that.
‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ Meanwhile we get
these clearances.
‐ Clearances are great.

You figure this Ferdinand
for having a virus
like his tall friend, Antoine?

‐ Yeah. That's how I read it.
‐ When you saw this guy was
looking...

to take off a Colombian,
you said he was stepping up.

Mm‐hmm.
He used to hit independents.

A lot of people will figure
taking off a Cali bagman
an assisted form of suicide.

You thinking 'cause
maybe he's got the virus,
he's, uh, taking more chances.

He wants to risk
getting his head blown off,
that's his problem.

But he may not be as
careful with civilians
as he used to be either.

I don't figure him
like that, Andy.

‐It may be worth a conversation.
‐[ Donna ] Detective squad.
One moment.

Welfare's on line two
about a Marletta Weeks.

Ah.

Hey.
How's it going?

Good. So you're detailed
to that HIDA unit, huh?

‐ [ Russell ]
Yeah.
‐ Gonna get you some profile.

That Marletta picks up
her welfare check
at a post office box.

We'll get the address
from the postal inspector.

Yeah. You got
detail on that Barnes
investigation, huh?

You work with my boss before?

Kahlins, yeah.
Don't forget your
hip boots tomorrow.

‐ Sylvia.
‐ [ Sighs ]
Hi.

Some affidavit information
for some warrants
from a Sergeant Kahlins?

‐ Um. He's upstairs.
‐ Okay.

‐ He can come down here. You
don't have to go climbing up.
‐ I'll go get him.

‐ What you getting warrants for?
‐ We're going out
on a couple houses tomorrow.

‐ Really?
‐ Mm‐hmm.

Excuse me.

Has to go to the bathroom
all the time now.

I didn't figure
that task force would be
going through any doors.

‐ Excuse me. Um‐‐
‐ [ Donna ]
May I help you?

Father Ramos.
Yes?

I'm Detective Martinez.
Thanks for coming in.

You spoke on the phone
about a santero found
murdered on Hester Street.

‐ This is Detective Medavoy.
‐ Hi.

Yeah.

This is from
the medical examiner's office.

So, I'm sure he, uh‐‐
I'm sure he's looked
better to you.

It's Miguel.
Miguel Marquez.

Do you know who stabbed him?
Well, we're
looking into it now.

Father, as a santero, uh,
was this man well regarded?

Well, I can't recall
anything ill being said
about Mr. Marquez.

He practiced
the white magic only.

Naturally, we discourage
the practice completely.

Would you know of an address
for Mr. Marquez?
Uh, next of kin?

Yes. It should be
in our church records.
M‐May I use your phone?

Just dial nine, Father.

[ Pushes Buttons ]

So, Detective Russell
tells me, uh, that you're
Andy Sipowicz's better half.

That's right.

‐ Andy and me have gone through
some doors in this job.
‐ Is that so?

‐ We were in service together
at the same time too.
‐ Vietnam?

Yes, ma'am.
During the worst of it.

All right.
Basis for application?

Confidential information and
proceeds of surveillance.

State criminal enterprise
you believe is being conducted.

Sale and
warehouse of drugs.

We are gonna get
a title three out of this.

‐ That is six months, minimum.
‐ Title three's a wiretap?

You get a wire up,
and the overtime
really starts to flow.

If you think that these
warrants aren't going to be
productive, Sergeant,

I have much
better things to do
with my time.

Well, no, no.
The warrants are definitely
gonna be productive.

So, I'm just
looking ahead.

I'm, uh, letting Detective
Russell here know what
the next step would be.

I'm reeducating her
from precinct work.

See, now, federal time,
everything stretches out.

They say it's like that
in Hawaii.

[ Siren Wailing In Distance ]

Yes, this is my son.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Did your son recently have
an argument with anyone,
Mrs. Marquez?

Have anyone angry with him?
No one was angry with my son.

Unless... those who deal
with dark magic.

Those who call
the saints for evil.

"Paio Mayombay," huh?

What do you know
about Palo Mayombe?

No. I‐I‐I just
heard the term.

Can we take a look around
at some of Miguel's things?

Tá bien.

Ew.

Ahh, a caldero‐‐ ceremonial pot
where the magic happens.

And the prendas‐‐
the deer horns to bring
the saints.

‐ [ Martinez ]
Look at this. Come here.
‐ What?

Rudolph Haysbert.

New York Division
of Parole and Probation,
Manhattan Office.

A business card?
With a date and time
written on the back.

See? They put something
in the caldero...

which belongs to the person
they're gonna put the spell on.

Mm‐hmm. Maybe Miguel
became a santero after
a little stay in the joint.

Unless he's hexing
this Haysbert
for a client.

Mrs. Marquez, by any chance
was Miguel on parole?

Why do you ask me
such a question?

I told you Miguel was a healer.

Had he ever been arrested?
Did he have an appointment
with a parole officer?

¿Un hombre de Dios?
A man of God!

But‐‐
She's saying no, Greg.

Okay. Yeah. Fine.
We're just inquiring.

[ Chattering,
Silverware Clinking ]

I gotta reach out to this C.I.
tomorrow. Make sure he's not
on some kind of kamikaze run.

How are you doing?
Why don't you have
a glass of wine?

No. I'm good.
I'm trying to
get you loose.

Loose?
Yeah.

You look like someone who needs
to be taken advantage of.

Ahh, you're just pretty happy
about this new assignment.

I'm glad Fancy
likes my work.

I don't know how much
I'm gonna learn
from this Kahlins.

Andy sure doesn't like him.
He's kind of a blowhard.

He doesn't like to get off
his ass too much either.

If we don't get something off
these warrants tomorrow,
he wants to go to wiretaps.

Wiretaps? I don't figure
that's how you're gonna
collar up on a street crew.

You're being so good.

You mean with you busting into
a roomful of bad guys tomorrow,

backed by a boss who doesn't
want to be in the building
in the first place?

You mean not letting myself
get all crazy behind that?

Pretty much sums it up.
Yeah, well.
Heck, it's your world, Diane.

I'm just trying to keep
my little place in it
nice and tidy.

Mmm. See, that gets me hot.

Mmm?
You being so evolved.

Well, guess I'm out of luck
'cause here comes the waiter.

[ Russell Laughs ]
Don't give up so easy.

Hey. Hi.
Good evening.

Thanks.
Can I tell you the specials?

Uh. Yeah.

For appetizers, we have polenta
prepared with a special‐‐
a shiitake mushroom sauce.

Whoa!

‐ Am I going too fast?
‐ Too fast?

No, you're good.
Go ahead.

A polenta prepared
with a special‐‐
a shiitake mushroom sauce.

Main course, osso buco.
Mmm.

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[ Banging ]

Police! Get down! Get down!
Get down!

‐ [ Man ] Freeze! Cuff 'im!
‐ [ Russell ] You got him?

‐ [ Man ] Yo, man. Relax.
‐ [ Man ] I got him.
‐ Get down on your knees.

[ Man ]
Lighten up. Lighten up.

Let me see your hands.
[ Man ]
All clear!

‐ Let's toss this place.
‐ Yeah, go ahead.
Toss everything.

[ Kahlins ]
Take a look in there.
Check those cabinets. There.

Yeah. I understand
that the clinic's roster
is confidential.

No, look. If we didn't
believe that people could
be in danger from this guy,

we wouldn't
be asking, okay?

Lynwood Truett. Right.
This is Detective Morrisey.

We wouldn't be asking for
confidential information,

except this guy's wanted
in a murder investigation.

We picked Truett's
girlfriend up last night,
a, uh, Marletta Weeks.

Said he registered
into a methadone program?
Okay. Thank you.

[ Morrisey ]
Without breaching
confidentiality,

could you indicate
if I came looking for him
at your 3:00 pickup,

would that be a waste of time?

Uh‐huh.

‐ How'd you do?
‐ Looked to me
like we zeroed out.

But I'm just
a ignorant trooper.

Knocked the hell
out of some doors though.

I knew this was gonna
have to go to a wiretap.

‐ We are gonna be
working this in the summer.
‐ Yeah. I'll go look for a fan.

Well, that or
you can kiss my ass.
[ Chuckles ]

Why, the criminal justice system
is a rusting old machine...

and overtime pay is
a necessary lubricant.

‐ Am I right, Andy?
‐ Detective Sipowicz,
15th Squad.

We're looking at someone
for a homicide we think might
get medicine at your clinic.

Name of Lynwood Truett.

Three up, three down, huh?

Yeah. We were
an easy inning.

On one of the places,
he wasn't all wrong.

It's supposed to be this
Marvin Freeland's stash.
The people we want were there.

‐ They just weren't holding.
‐ So, you just keep looking.

You gonna get evolved
on me again?

'Cause I'll jump you
right here.
[ Scoffs ]

[ Clears Throat ] Um, uh,
Detective, um,

that, uh, black fellow
with the sweatshirt
and sunglasses.

Okay, Donna. Thanks.

[ Laughs ]

We're out here.

That's your C. I.?
My partner's.

‐ What's his name?
‐ Goose Tatum.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

[ Exhales ]
Robert, you starting to
remind me of my cousin, Darnell.

Oh, yeah? How's that?

Darnell, he a country boy.

He used to come from Carolina,
spend the summer
in the big city.

At first it was good
to see him, you know?

By July, he got to acting
all crazy, jumping bad.

It be like, "Yo, coz.
You done wore the welcome out."

I gotta ask you something,
Ferdinand.

You got that virus?

‐ Got caught up in that, yeah.
‐ Sorry.

I guess it ain't like I don't
deserve it. All these years
of running and gunning.

I finally
got tested up at Comstock.

Felt like I knew the answer
before they told me.

This takeoff
with the Colombians
that you're working on,

you running
a little wild with that?

What you mean?
You know what I mean.

Are you getting reckless?

[ Scoffs ]
You think I'm looking
to go out in a blaze of glory?

No, man. I don't want
to get thin and all.

But that happens,
I carry it.

‐ You a soldier, huh?
‐ I'm a Viking, holmes.

You know about this drug crew
that stashes over on Rivington?

Main name I got is
some gangster named Freeland.

This more rent?

Favor.

Marvin Freeland.
He's only half gangster.

The other half all punk.
I hit his stash
twice this year.

We think Freeland's crew
is part of the cross fire...

that killed
this 10‐year‐old girl
on Canal Street last month.

Yeah. I seen it
on the news.

Back in the day,
a player walk up, put the gun
to the back of the guy's head.

Make sure he hit
the right nigger.

Now you got fools, 15 to a clip,
semi‐autos, spraying
a whole damn street.

‐ You think you might talk to
someone about this Freeland?
‐ Someone?

Another cop.
Just give him some background.

Robert,
don't make me out a bitch.

Ferdinand, I would relay it, but
you're not registered as a C.I.

And this guy, he looks
for reasons not to do his job.

Dead girl his case?

Yeah, okay.

Appreciate it, Ferdinand.

Fish guy gonna come?

‐ You all right with that?
‐ Yeah.

Hey, Robert, do I look
like that Unabomber?

I'm, uh, Parole Officer
Rudy Haysbert.

Oh, I'm Greg Medavoy.
Come on in.

Appreciate you coming down.
I assume one of my cases
went south?

‐ Andy.
‐ [ Medavoy ]
We'll talk over here.

‐ Oh, uh, my partner,
James Martinez.
‐ How's it going?

This is
Parole Officer Haysbert.

If you'd told me
which one of my parolees
you were interested in,

we could've done
this whole thing on the phone.

Well, actually, Mr. Haysbert,
your card was found in the
possession of a homicide victim.

A, uh, Miguel Marquez?
Was he a client?

‐ You don't know offhand?
‐ Offhand? I got a caseload
of about 450 people.

[ Sighs ]
Marquez. Marquez.

I got a Marguerite.
No Miguel.

Well, that matches anyway.
We got no arrest record
for the guy.

On the back of your card,
it says, uh,
"March 14, 9:00 a. m."

March 14.

March 14. Yeah.
9:00 slot. Gabriel Mota.

He didn't post.
And?

And I violated him.
It was his fourth no‐show.

If you find this guy,
let me know.
I'll flag a detainer.

‐ You got an address?
‐ [ Sighs ]

If I can find the file,
I got an address.

[ Phone Beeps ]

‐ Hey, Ray.
‐ Hey, Andy.
You in the market, Andy?

No.

I am ashamed to tell you
how much money I've made
the last two years.

Congratulations. We got
a guy here with background about
the crew you're looking at.

Oh, yeah? Is he registered?

No, he's not registered. But
he's robbed your people twice.

[ Kahlins ]
We got our own informants.

We don't need to be dragging
everybody in the precinct
into this case.

‐ This guy's got information.
‐ You mean your guy, huh?

Is it about turf, Ray?
You thinkin' we want
a piece of your case?

Anything your guy
can tell me, I already know.

So you going after Ronnie Mo.

‐ Who?
‐ Ronnie Mo.

‐ [ Taps Board ]
‐ You mean Ronald Carter?
Yes. He is one of our people.

You put a charge on Ronnie Mo,
you one hell of a police.

‐ I do my job.
‐ 'Cause he been dead
about six months.

‐ Got killed up
in the Bronx somewheres.
‐ That's crap!

Look, man. You going
after Marvin Freeland's crew,
I'm here to tell you‐‐

Black Larry is the weak link.
He runs Freeland's stash house.

And he's backing up
10‐year federal parole.

You put a charge on Larry‐‐
[ Sighs ]
He be steady talking.

We hit Larry's place
this morning. Came up empty.

Every time I hit Larry,
there plenty of dope and 'caine.

Front part of his door
hollowed out.

[ Inhales ]

‐ Are they still doing repairs
on that last address?
‐ Yeah.

Well, if he is stashed there,
he couldn't have moved it.

We're gonna go back there,
see how good
your information is.

‐ And I'll put it together.
‐ Better not be wasting my time.

Yeah, you'd hate for that
to happen, huh, Sarge?

Screw you, Simone.
[ Man ]
Sarge, call for you.

Well, if you're right,
Ferdinand, you're gonna
make my week.

It'll be right. People tell you
straight they got that big .44
in their mouth.

This be it for a while, okay?
Mm‐hmm.

Else you'll be heating me up.

Take care of yourself
on the street.
Be all right.

Still got some veins up.
Still like my sweets.

We were about done
when you radioed.
Been stalling a half hour.

Is that the original door?
Yeah.

‐ Get this off of here.
‐ What's going on?

[ Kahlins ]
Shut up.

[ Russell ]
Ho.

Know anything
about this, Larry?

Mm‐mmm.
[ Russell ]
Mm‐mmm.

Let's take a ride anyway.

Come on.
Let me see those hands again.

I recognize this one.
His name is Gabriel Mota.

He came last month to my son,
Miguel, for un trabajo.

And what did they want
the trabajo to do for him?

‐ To make him invisible.
‐ Invisible?

‐ Sí.
He wanted not to be seen.
‐ [ Martinez ] For what reason?

For the police not
to be able to see him.

And, uh, your son made
"un trabayo" for Gabriel Mota.

Yes. He made this man
invisible. Sí.

Then he came back very angry
because the police had
stopped him in his car...

because
his license plates were‐‐

How do you say?
Were "exploded."

‐ They expired?
‐ Yes. He said, "How can
the police see him?"

‐ And what did your son say?
‐ Well, he explained that un
trabajo doesn't last forever.

You have to
keep coming back.

And how did this man
take the explanation?

He doesn't stop
being angry.

So my son said, "Then go find
yourself somebody else."

Mrs. Marquez, uh, the way
you looked at these photographs,

could you do the same
with a group of men?

‐ Try to I. D. this Gabriel Mota?
‐ Yes, all right.

‐ See, we'll bring him
into the station house.
‐ Mm‐hmm.

Assuming he's visible
to the officers
that go looking for him.

This man's federal, Larry.
I'm NYPD.

Reason I'm talking to you is
'cause even with all that weight
we found in your door,

you could still keep this
in state court.

That means no
mandatory minimums.
State court's Rockefeller Law.

Last month a 10‐year‐old girl
named Janelle Barnes got caught
in a cross fire on Canal Street.

Give up the right answers
in her homicide,

maybe it's not clear the stash
was in your possession.

Then Rockefeller
wouldn't apply.

I need to hear a D. A. say it.

You got the right answers
on the Barnes homicide?

Yeah.
I could give you those.

I'll get a D. A.

If somebody robs you
a few times, Larry,

you might want to figure
a new place to keep your drugs.

Scumbag!

Why did you do that, Kahlins?
I'll find the D. A.

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

You just gave my C.I.
to that asshole
in that room in there.

What do you need?
We're from the 27.

Detective Martinez and Medavoy
wanted this guy picked
up for an interview.

Yeah. Interview 3 down
the hall there. Martinez
and Medavoy are in the squad.

Thanks.
I'll get 'em.

Oh, don't let me hit this guy.

You told this Black Larry it was
off him getting robbed we knew
where to look for his stash.

She's downstairs taking
a statement. She'll be up in
about 20 minutes.

So Simone's guy does us a favor.
Huh? He goes out of his way.

Now, the thanks he's gonna get
the first time this Larry
gets a message to a visitor,

Simone's guy
is gonna get whacked.

You see my problem yet, Ray?
You understand
what my problem is now?

Boy, you guys
get thick with your C. I.'s.

This is an unregistered
informant. A stickup man.

He puts guns
to people's heads.

Excuse me, but I'm not worried
whether this guy makes it
to his retirement party.

Let me know
when the D. A. gets here.

[ Exhales ]

[ Sipowicz Sighs ]

You and your partner ought
to hang around in case
this D. O. A.'s mother...

don't pick
this Gabriel Mota out.

‐ No problem.
‐ Hey, uh, did
this guy indicate...

to you at all that
he thought he was invisible?

Invisible?
Yeah.

‐ No. He just kept asking
were we real cops.
‐ Ah.

You know why he was
asking that?

The guy bought
a spell to make him
invisible to the police.

No kidding?
[ Martinez ]
Yeah.

Homicide we'd like the guy for,
the D. O. A.'s a Santeria priest.

This Mota guy goes
to him to cast a spell
on his parole officer...

to make Mota invisible
to the cops.

Yeah. So, when he don't
get satisfaction,
he kills the Santeria priest,

goes looking for
another Santeria guy to cast
a better invisibility spell.

‐What room's the guy in?
‐One of your detectives told
my partner to put him in 3.

I'm gonna move this Mota guy
into the pokey room before
I bring down Mrs. Marquez.

Yeah, good.

So I guess the guy
must figure he got beat
twice on his spells, huh?

Second priest didn't do any
better for him than the D. O. A.
Yeah.

You see, James, uh, maybe
that's still open to debate.
I got an idea.

Hey, where'd this
Gabriel Mota guy go?

Well, I thought you said
they had him in Interview 3.

They said
they left him in here.

Those guys that brought him
in here, were they cops,
or security guards?

Security guards.
For gosh sakes, Greg.
What difference does it make?

Yeah, yeah. We got bigger
problems now.

There's a suspect missing.

Where could he have gone?
You didn't forget to
lock the door, did you, Greg?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Blame me.
Well, I guess we gotta
tell the lieutenant.

Man, this is one conversation
I'm not looking forward to.

I mean, what are we gonna say to
him? You know, that the guy went
invisible on us?

I don't know.

Hey, Gabriel, uh,
when you go down the hallway,
don't forget to turn left.

Yeah, and go in the door
on the end there.
That's where we run our lineups.

‐ You see me?
‐ Oh, just the last little while
you started to materialize.

So, no, uh, lesson tonight
for Andy J.?

He's got an orientation lecture
at his job.

You gonna give
the heads‐up to Ferdinand?

I'm not putting this guy up
for pope, but there was
nothing in this for him.

Mm‐hmm.
He was looking to help.

That's all he was
looking to do, Ferdinand.

And Kahlins winds up
jamming him up.

The world's on its ass
when a stickup guy's
more stand‐up...

than somebody
you're working with.

Oh, there they are.
[ Russell ]
Hey.

Yeah.
[ Russell ]
How are you doing?

Good.

[ Sighs ]

How'd you do?
Uh, this Larry
gave up the shooter.

‐ From the other crew?
‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ He said he was an eyewitness
and agreed to testify.
‐ That's great.

Downside, my boss
just walked in to celebrate.

‐ Yes!
‐ Looks like he had
a head start.

Right‐hand desk drawer,
that's where
he keeps his bottle.

‐ Always my personal favorite.
‐ I don't know how guys drink
without a purse.

[ Sylvia ]
Andy, were you and he
in uniform together?

‐ You were in the bag
with Kahlins?
‐ No.

He said you went through
doors together,

and you were
in service together
in Vietnam.

[ Sylvia ]
I knew you were
never detectives together.

Excuse me.

[ Muttering ]
Hey, Ray.

Hey, Andy! You ready to
fall off the wagon, huh?

Ray, could I‐‐ Could I
talk to you for a minute
privately over here?

What? Now?
Yeah. Now.
Just for a minute over here.

[ Sighs ]
[ Clears Throat ]

When were you in 'Nam?
1969.

Oh, yeah? What unit?
Americal 198.

[ Sipowicz ]
Yeah? What base camp?
[ Beeping ]

Some gook village
outside of Saigon. What?

Do you remember
all the names?
Yeah. Every one of 'em.

Here's the deal, Ray.

I don't know what the hell
you get out of it.

But as far as I'm concerned,
you can tell people that you and
me went through doors together.

You can tell 'em you own
the World Trade Center, and you
were married to Marilyn Monroe.

You feel free to tell people
that you put every gangster
since Legs Diamond behind bars,

but Ray, you cannot lie
about what happened
in Vietnam.

Because that is an insult
to people who were there
and who did what had to be done.

I was in Vietnam, 1969.

In what capacity, Ray?

A maintenance unit.

Then you say that.
You tell the truth, or you
don't say anything at all.

Do you hear me, Ray? Huh?
Or do we need to
take this outside?

See? That has always
been your problem, Sipowicz.

That's why you're still
doing precinct work. You
never learned to lighten up.

You say anything you want, Ray,
but not about 'Nam. All right?

Not about 'Nam.

Andy. Andy,
we just got beeped.

Yeah.

Fancy. He wants us to
check out some robbery/assault.
Diane'll take Sylvia home.

What's going on?
A couple of Colombians
got taken off on Grand Street.

Hey.
[ Officer ]
Hey.

Let me see
your complainant report.
They don't want to make one.

Get this. They say
they don't know each other.

This one says he fell.
The other one said he got hit,
but he's not sure by whom.

‐ They don't want the police.
‐ [ Inhales ]

Mm‐hmm.
So you fell down?

Sí.
By accident?

Accidental. Sí.
And you weren't robbed.

‐ [ Man ]
No robbery.
‐ And you're not a drug dealer.

And a black guy with a scar
right here and track marks
on both his hands,

he didn't jump you
and stick a gun the size of
a drainage pipe in your face...

and take your little
black satchel with all your
hard‐earned drug money, huh?

None of that
ever happened, right?
No police, no robbery.

Okay. Just checkin'.

Put down complainant
uncooperative
and refused medical aid.

You got it.

[ Sirens Wailing ]

We got a Ferdinand Hollie
shot on Second and Fifth.

Your office
said to respond.
Is he D. O. A.?

Looks like he's going out.
I'll lead you over.

[ Police Radio,
Indistinct ]

[ Siren Wails ]

[ Siren Continues ]

[ Police Radio,
Indistinct ]

A guy got shot
in the back, hurt bad.
Won't let anyone touch him.

Ferdinand.

[ Groans ]
Don't touch me, man.

Just take it easy.

[ Inhales ]
It's hot.

[ Breathing Hard ]

Didn't mess up my work.
I had those Colombians' case.
All right.

It was Marvin Freeland's crew
bushwhacked me after.

Halfway down the block.

Who from Freeland's crew?
Ask your homey
in the hockey jacket.

Eddie Leon capped me.
Didn't see the wheel man.

Maybe you can check the E.R.'s.
I got two off.

All right. We'll check
for any wounds with .44s.

I'm sorry, Ferdinand.
Uh‐uh.

Said it was a favor, not rent.

That left it up to me.

Got no b‐bodies
unaccounted for, Robert.

D‐D‐Don't let 'em
clear no cases off me.

[ Gasps ]

Hey. Hey.

We took this
off him.

Andy, you voucher
this for me?

I gotta go someplace.

I need a ride.
Sure. Come on.

Everybody use gloves.
Guy had the bug.

[ Laughs ]
No. I mean,
this is true.

Somebody down there
is wasting the alcohol.
Forget it.

We gotta talk.

[ Sighs ]
I've already had
my Bible lesson.

Let's... go.

[ Sighs ]

What? We going to the john?
I needed to do that
for the last 20 minutes.

Come on.
Yeah.

Ferdinand Hollie got whacked
out on the street.

Mm. What is the ceiling
for suspects?
Fifty? Fifty‐five?

No, no, no. Marvin Freeland
had him capped, Kahlins,
after you gave him up.

Oh, God. You and me
have had this little chat.

I have got no tears
for your C.I.

I will take a piss
in his honor, though,

if you will vacate
the line of fire.

[ Groans ]
[ Glass Breaks ]

[ Gasps ]

He was a better guy
than you ever
thought about being!

And I am on
a job with you!

[ Gasping ]
We'll see for how long.
Well, you go ahead.

You bring up charges,
Kahlins. You go ahead.
You get your witnesses.

I bet there's a whole
line of guys outside
waiting to stand up for you.

[ Gasping ]
Oh, God.

Sorry for
clearing out the place.

[ Sirens Wailing In Distance ]