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[thrilling instrumental
music playing]

[vehicles honking]

[people chattering]

[people chattering]

What is it?
I told you I didn't
want to be disturbed.

Come on.

What is this?
Some kind of a joke?
I haven't got time to...

My God, you can't.

You can't do that.

[siren blaring]

Five, four K, 10, four.

Twenty-eight and seven?
That's Southwick's.

[woman on PA]
Attention all shoppers.

As part of Southwick's
policy of cooperation
with civilian defense,

we participate in
an evacuation drill.

Attention all shoppers.
As part of Southwick's
policy in cooperating...

[alarm ringing]

[people clamoring]

[woman screaming]

Rooney, Esquivel, come here.

Look, the caller said it
was due to go off at 12:30.

That gives us 15 minutes.
Now you two check the
dressing rooms. Let's move it!

You two, the back. Go! Go!

Hey. See if there's
any dressing
rooms over there.

[policeman] Hey, check
the restrooms in the back.

Go to the other side,
anybody over there
in the back...

Police officer.
It's an emergency.

Let's go. Everybody out.

Everybody out! Fire drill!

Everybody out!

Anybody here? Anybody?

Ma'am, you got to
get out of here!

[loud explosion]

[glass breaking]

[people chattering]

[man] My man, excuse me.
Excuse me.

My mother's up here. Watch it.

Excuse me, man. Right here.

Hey, we got one.

[both laugh]

Hey, baby, you want
to see a show?

Hey, how about you come
and see a show with me, huh?

Hey, you know that
purse is funky fresh.
What you got in it?

Yeah, why don't you
open that purse up

and maybe spare me
and my man some change.

-Why don't you
boys run along?
-Fake badge.

Yeah, fake badge.
We trying to get
a little bit of money.

Come back with some jive
when you've grown up.

Hey, you got it lady.
No problem.

Yo, yo. Keep the change,
baby, Keep the change.

So, why didn't you arrest them?

Why didn't I...

Well number one,
I arrest them today, the
courts let 'em out tomorrow.

Number two, it's my lunch hour.

Number three, I've been
wanting to see Les Miserables
for months now.

I'd lose my place in line.
See, you'd get here instead.

Every time I get in
line and get close to
getting the tickets my...

[pager beeping]

My beeper goes off.

Excuse me.

Take the freight
elevator, Kel. It wasn't
damaged. Save the feet.

A steel fire door
fell on her, Kel.

We're waiting for
the techs and the M.E.

They should be here by now.

Why aren't they here?
What are they doing?
Taking the scenic route?

You're her partner?

Yeah.

Sergeant Mulcahaney. Homicide.

How long were you partners?

What I mean is no, ma'am.
See, we were just, uh...

We were just riding together
today. I mean, she's not...

See, she wasn't my regular
partner, she was a temporary.

Where is your regular partner?

[laughs] He called in sick.

So who sent Esquivel
in here into these dressing
rooms, Officer Rooney?

Well, the field sergeant
sent us to round up stragglers,

and I told Esquivel
to come into the dressing
rooms and check them out.

Because there might
be ladies, you know,
without clothes on.

Where were you when
the bomb exploded?

On the stairs.

[Kelly] I didn't hear you.
Where were you?

On the stairs!

See, I thought Esquivel was
somewhere behind me. I swear.

Was Esquivel married?

Yeah, I think.
He was, uh... He was
a waiter or something.

Did she have any close
friends in the department?

Somebody that she and
her husband saw socially.

Yeah, yeah, she
talked about one friend.

Paula, something.
No, no, it was Pilar.

Pilar something.

Why?

Why do you think, Rooney?

[woman] Grandma!

-Sgt. Mulcahaney?
-Right.

I'm Pilar Sandovel.

What's her husband's name?

Jesus. They were newlyweds.

Jesus Esquivel, please.

-In the kitchen.
-Thanks. This way.

Thanks for doing this, Pilar.

Yeah, well, I guess
that's all part of the job.

Pilar.

What is this?

It's Juanita.

You guys want to give us
a minute alone here?

Tell me.

She was trying to
save lives, Jesus.

She was a hero.

She didn't suffer.
I'm sure of it, Jesus.

[crying]

[Pilar speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

I made her go in this morning.

She didn't want to report.

She was afraid.

[crying]

I ordered a Danish.
Is this a Danish?

Hey! I didn't tell you
to take it! Leave it!

Well, excuse me.

[groans] Oh.

Oh, I hope I never
have to do that again.

Yeah, I'm all right.
I'm all right.

Here you go.

What was she afraid of, Pilar?

Who? Juanita? Not too much.

Phone calls.

Phone calls?

Yeah. Yeah, every night.

Hour after hour.

These phone calls.

-She know who made
the phone calls?
-No.

Well, what? Do you think
these were in any way
connected to her death?

Somebody planted a bomb,
and Juanita stepped into it.

That's it.

That's how you see it, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, but you're
the detective sergeant.
So go detect.

Me, I'm just a narc.

[people chattering]

Kelly! DC wants
us in the commissioner's
office pronto,

and pronto, as you know,
in police parlance means
an hour ago. Get it?

Got it. Why?

The commissioner doesn't
confide in me, Kelly.

He merely calls the bureau
chief who calls the
precinct commander

who calls me who tells you.

-Catch my drift?
-Caught it.

The mayor wants this task
force to find out...

Come on in. Sit down.

Wants this task force
to find out exactly how
Officer Esquivel died,

and the party or
parties responsible.

Two, if there was...
You can write this down.

If there was negligence
on the part of any officer
or supervising personnel.

Three, why Officer Esquivel
was where the bomb was.

And four, who was the
perpetrator or perpetrators,

and why and how
they planted this bomb.

Now we've already had
complaints coming
from the women's groups,

Spanish-American group,
Patrolman's Association,

Spanish-American
Patrolman's Association,

Spanish-American Women's
Patrol Person's Association...

We don't have
a department here,
gentlemen.

What we've got is an
association of associations.

[sighs]

Co-chairpersons of
this task force will be
Sergeant Mulcahaney

and Lieutenant Fahey here.

You have carte blanche,
phones, transportation,
overtime, whatever.

Set your schedules, pick
your personnel, write your
daily reports, sit down!

I want everything in writing.

Thank you.

Sgt. Mulcahaney,
may I see you for
a second, please?

So, why am I heading
this task force?

Because, you're one of the
highest ranking female
homicide detectives we've got,

because you're on the women's
committee, and because
I requested you personally.

You know what they're
going to say about this.

About us. Again.

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly.

You're my friend.

Not anymore I'm not.

How's Judge what's-his-name?

How's your wife?

Gosh, you're tough.
Why are you so tough, huh?

Come on.

It's my birthday today.
I'm pushing 50. Today.

What does the bomb squad say?

The bomb squad found a box.

Pipe-bomb, 24 hour clock,
spring activated,
plastic wrapped in a pipe.

Crime lab thinks it has
a partial fingerprint.

They'll know tomorrow.

Aren't you going to wish me
happy birthday, even? Huh?

Do me a favor.

Call the crime lab,
and tell them I want
that partial print

shaded and referenced today.

Use your influence, okay?

Oh, and by the way,
happy birthday, Peter.

I'd have brought you
a present, except

what do you give someone
who's had everybody?

[footsteps approaching]

[sighs] I couldn't sleep.

I can't ever sleep
when a cop's been killed.

I don't know,
it's some kind of insult.

Go home.

You're wasting the
department's electricity.

I queried the FBI,
Interpol, ATF, the CIA.

They've cross-referenced
terrorist organizations,

cross-referenced employees,
disgruntled customers,
business rivals.

I don't know.
If we got a mad bomber,

why hasn't he contacted
the papers and TV?

Those guys get
off on publicity.

Here.

You eat that stuff?
You been a cop too long.

It's 2:00 in the morning.
Go home.

[sighs] You're right.

You're right.

I've been looking
through Esquivel's files.

She wrote up a lot
of cops on 604's.

Harassment, prejudice,
intimidation.

Well, some cops are like
that. They always got to
be writing up somebody.

One of the cops she wrote
up were Rooney and his
partner named Koffman.

You think maybe Rooney

left her to get blown up
by the bomb because she
wrote him up on a 604?

Esquivel was one of the
rehires. You know that?

One of the women who
went to court and sued.

Sues to get a job back,
and a year later, she's dead.

In some circles they would
call that irony, eh, Kel?

[tv playing]

...keep seeing politicians
like you in front of us,

elected officials, corrupt
officials, who take
thousands of dollars

off the public treasuries who
do nothing less than rob
the pockets of the people

they're elected to serve. And
the court asks, who's worse?

You stay up all night
and watched that?

You're nose is crooked.

It's your set.
Your set's crooked.

See that? Perfect nose.

But you talk too much.

I watered your plants.

Good. Did you do my laundry,
too? I need stockings.

I don't do laundry
on Wednesdays.

[sighs]

How come you're home so late?

Oh, been running arsonists
cross-referenced to terrorists
cross-referenced to crazies.

I'm tired. I'm going
to take a shower.

Hey, want to wash your judge?

You Pilar?

Yeah, man, you got
that right. I'm Pilar.

You got the stuff, man?

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

Come on. Let's go. Back here.

[speaking Spanish]

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Fix you up, huh?

You look like you're moving
large, brother. You look
like your moving large.

-Yeah, I do pretty good.
-Yeah.

[Pilar and drug dealer
arguing in Spanish]

Something's wrong.
Something's wrong.

We got to get her out of here.
It's gone sour.

-Go! Go!
-Go, Scully!

All right, let's hit it!

What has happened?

Get her out of there! Go! Go!

[phone ringing]

Mulcahaney.

[man chattering]

Where?

Oh, no. Okay. Got it.

[Ralph] It's 4:30.

Yeah, I know it is.

Where do you have to go
at 4:30 in the morning?

Got to witness a crime.
We lost an undercover.

Why do you have to go?

The undercover was
someone I met with
just this afternoon.

Name of Pilar.
Just this afternoon.

Fifth floor, Sergeant. Always.
When the building's a walk up.

Yeah.

Hi, Sarge.

[people chattering]

Where?

Bathroom.

[clears throat] If any
of the gold braid from
Police Plaza shows up,

let's keep them out
of here, okay, Karl?

At least we can do
that much for her.

[choking] Be right back.

[crying softly]

Kelly?

Seventeen years I've
been on this job, Karl.

Why do we do it?

The violence, the anger.
The stench and the dying.

Sometimes, I can't
find a meaning in it.

Sometimes, it just...

Maybe I'm just tired.

Maybe I've been
on this job too long.

Well, nobody promised
us meaning, Kelly.

And we do the job because
that's what it takes
and that's what we do.

Yeah.

[coughs]

Kelly, how are you?

This is Kelly Mulcahaney.
Earl Mulcahaney's daughter.

Earl was my rabbi
when I broke in.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?
Put that bottle down!

She was on our team.
He's taking it kind
of hard, Inspector.

He's asking for
a suspension, that's all!

Drinking at the crime scene
for God's sake!

I want the investigation.

This is a homicide.

She was whacked on our gig.
I get part of the
investigation.

You don't want to
argue with me, Mulcahaney.
Understand that?

[reporter] Come on! Come on.
They're in here!

Get them the hell out of here!

Get them out of here!

Take it easy, huh, come on.
What's the matter?

I want them out!

All right, all right.
Take it easy.

Okay, what happened?

It was a drug bust,
East Village.

Pilar was undercover,
she went in to make the buy.

We waited till she
was cleared, and then we
go in to make the collar.

She went in the front door.
They took her out the back.

By the time we come in,
the joint was empty.

-When was this?
-2:00.

They had her for hours.

She was on a wire?

Yeah, she was on a wire.

[Pilar chattering]

[static buzzing]

Wire. It keeps
breaking up. You hear?

[Pilar on tape]
I'm a cop, man, I'm a cop.

We figure it's the microphone.

You know, sometimes they work,
sometimes they don't.

I don't know why they
can't get better equipment.

You sent a woman in
alone on a gig like that?

Pilar wanted it that way.
She loved going in alone.
I mean, she loved it.

Any time, any place. She'd,
she'd dress up ratty and make
up needle marks and scars.

She was amazing.
Ah, she loved it, the job.

She even sued to get it back.

Pilar sued to get her job back?

Yeah, she sued.
Just like the other one.

Some coincidence, huh?

You experienced in using
one of these machines,
Sergeant Mulcahaney?

Oh, yeah.

Just turn it off when you're
done, and enjoy the show.

Thank you.

[news announcer]
The bitterness over a
new N.Y.P.D. contract

has festered and erupted
into a demonstration
by off-duty cops

in front of Gracie Mansion.

Forced by the budget crisis
to cut down expenses,

New York City has furloughed
4,000 of New York's finest.

And among the more
than 4,000 police,

1,000 police women,
are furloughed without pay.

One thousand police
women without a job.

[tape rewinding]

But when funds for
rehiring are un-frozen

and 1,000 officers
are re-hired, all are men.

Forty-two of the furloughed
police women bring suit
against the City of New York

for unfair hiring practices,
sex discrimination
and violation of civil rights.

[tape rewinding]

As a result of this
affirmative action suit,

the court orders 150
police women to be rehired

by the N.Y.P.D. and the like
number of men to be laid off.

[men chanting on tv]

[policeman 1] How in the hell
can you mess up on 95 tags?

[policeman 2] I've just
finished three straight
tours in a row here.

So what? We're talking about
male, female dead bodies here.

So, I don't understand,
Sergeant. I mean, what is this?

A review, de-briefing, what?

It's a talk, Ernie.

[laughs] Oh. Do I need a
lawyer or something, huh?

A man needs a lawyer
when he's guilty.
You guilty of something?

Yeah, okay.
So what can I do for you?

The morning your
partner called in sick.

When did you know
he wasn't riding with you?

When I reported in,
about 11:30.
Duty sergeant told me.

-What? He didn't
call you at home?
-No, he had an emergency.

What's his name?

Koffman. Andrew Koffman.
He goes by Andrew.

His kid was sick in
the hospital or
something, tonsillitis.

Don't partners usually
call their partners when
they're not coming in?

Well, yeah, but maybe
he didn't get a chance,
all right!

Look, maybe I better not say
anything without a lawyer.

'Cause I never been
through anything...

Now once again exactly
where were you when
the bomb exploded?

I was walking out
the south door.

I thought she was
behind me. I swear.

Now I don't know
if she had time to get out.

[sighs]

It was just a tragic accident.

How many times did
you rehearse that?

All right, then, you look.

If there's going to be
a board of inquiry,
I want a departmental lawyer.

You understand?

Esquivel and Sandovel were two
of the women who brought suit
to get their jobs back.

But you know that.

'Cause you were
in the courtroom carrying
a sign, raising your fist.

Is that a crime?

This was a free
country last I heard.

Juanita's husband told us
that she was getting

threatening phone calls
in the middle of the night.

You resented Sandovel
and Esquivel and the
other women, didn't you?

What, I'm not supposed to
resent when friends of mine

are getting laid off
so they can hire women?

We're talking about men
with families and
responsibilities here.

Yeah, I resent it.

Where were you last night
between 2:00 and 6:00 a.m.?

At home.
Sleeping with my wife.
You want details on that?

No. That would be
boring, Rooney.

And inadequate, I'm sure.

What I do want is a
copy of your phone bills
from the past two months.

Listen to me.
You want to ask me any
more questions, Mulcahaney,

and I'll call the
Patrolman's Association,
and I'll get a lawyer,

and we'll do this all
real nice and legal.

Otherwise, I'm going home.
You got that?

And if I was going
to make threatening
phone calls,

I would do it from a
phone booth. Especially if
I was calling a cop!

I'm not a moron!

By the way, your partner,
Koffman, where does he live?

In Queens. Look it up.

[knocks at door]

Koffman? Koffman?

Koffman?

Freeze!
Hands against the wall!
Hands against the wall!

Hands against the wall!
Hands against the wall!
That wall!

Don't get...This wall over here!

Check my purse! My shield.Don't move. Shut up!

Don't get itchy
with that thing!Down on the floor!

On your face!
Hands behind your head!
Hands behind your head!

Hands behind your head!
Shut up!

All you had to do
was ask for an I.D.

Shut up! Shut up.

Okay, Mulcahaney. Get up.

What the hell are you
doing in my house?

Did you check my shield?

Somebody walks into a man's
house, you shoot first lady.

You're lucky
you're not dog food.

Now what do you want?

I'm investigating the
death of Juanita Esquivel.

Yeah, so?

What's Esquivel's death
got to do with me?

She wrote you up on a 604.

She wrote everybody up
on 604. She loved to write
up cops. It was her hobby.

I guess she wrote her last 604.

You want to tell me about it?

No, I don't want to
tell you about it.
It's in my file. Go read it.

Or are we...
We falling in love here
and making small talk?

You can talk to me
about it now,

or we can go downtown,
and you can talk to
Internal Affairs.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Fine.

Okay. We run this canvas.

The kid and the
sexual assaults.

Esquivel was in
the third platoon.
I was acting sergeant.

I told her to go through
the basement in this
building, and she refused.

-Why?
-Why?

That basement was covered
with rats and garbage
and waste and slime.

Nobody wanted to go in.
But somebody had to.

You're on the job,
you do the job.
Esquivel was on the job!

But she said that
I told her to go,

because she's
a woman, and a P.R.

and because she
sued the department.

I said go tell the
E.E.O. So she did.

She wrote me up
for harassment,
prejudice, that crap.

I got 10 days off the charts.
No pay.

So, Mulcahaney, you're gonna
make me into the mad bomber.

Are you?

There's a serial
killer out there
who's whacking cops!

You want to file on me!
Go ahead!

But get me a
lawyer first, okay?
Or get the hell out of here!

Get out of here now!
Get out of here!

[people chattering]

[starts engine]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

[phone disconnects]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

[phone disconnects]

[phone ringing]

Listen...

[phone disconnects]

[phone ringing]

[car honking]

[chattering]

[chattering]

Cuban?

Hi, Pop. Hi, darling.

Come in, Kel.

We're going to O'Hallahan's,
remember? Murphy's wake.

The only wake I'll be
going to is my own.

Even then, I might walk out.

Oh, Pop, it's 80 degrees
outside. It's hot.

Don't tell me it's hot.
I'll tell you when it's hot.

Where do you want to eat?

Mario's opened up again.
They got that green pasta
you like.

Chinese down
the street is good.

[Earl] I worked last week.
Two days.

Fork lift. In the hole.

Still got it. Muscle.

If you're so tough, why not
go to Murphy's wake?

Look, I'm going
to a cop's wake.
You want to come along?

Or you want to eat the
green pasta by yourself?

Who said I wasn't coming?

♪ Oh, God bless you

♪ And keep you

♪ Mother McRea

[people applauding]

Well, up the rebels.

He was a good man, Murphy.

A good cop.

The I.A. bastards got him.

Up the rebels.

You see Ma?

What for?

She don't know me.

Maybe she does.

I'm tough, darling.
I ain't that tough.

I'll be right back.
Don't let them take my drink.

[men singing]

Can I help?

Yeah, I need a match.
You got one?

Can I sit down?

You're Sergeant Mulcahaney,
aren't you?

I saw you lecture
at the Academy.

He didn't show, huh?

He didn't show. No.

Anyone I know?

Well you wait in a cop's bar,
Detective, you're usually
waiting for a cop,

isn't that right?

You're one of the
woman who sued for
re-instatement. Aren't you?

Yeah, Megan McGuire.
Yeah, I sued.

I'm one of the ones
who's still alive.

Then you knew
Esquivel and Sandovel?

I knew Juanita. Pilar...

Pilar moved in different
circles if you know
what I mean.

No, tell me.

Juanita and me,
we would take the subway
near the courthouse,

and Pilar, she
would take a cab.

We would eat at
the cafeteria, Pilar would
be dining at Le Cirque.

She showed me
this bracelet once.
Cost one year's salary.

Look, I know...
I appreciate you...

Have you gotten phone calls?
Hang-ups? Call again. Hang up?

Only two or three
hundred a night.

-Why don't you report it?
-Who would you like me
to report this to?

You know, my field supervisor?

Or the desk officer, maybe?
Or the chief?

Look, I know you're
well intentioned.

I know that.
I just want to work this
out by myself, okay?

Okay, fine. But if you
want to talk about anything,

job related or personal,
here's my card.

Call me.

My home phone's on there,
day or night. Call.

[sighs]

Ah, look, look. Look at that.

Today's cops.
Hair over their collar.

Greased up like a
convention of tango dancers.

[laughs]

Ah, things fall apart, Kelly.

Yeah.

The center cannot hold.

They want to cut me.

The doctors.

They want to take a
tiny look inside, like it was
a secret they need to know.

Let them.

Nah. If I check out,

I'm checking out
with my parts intact.
Thank you very much.

And a whiskey in my hand.

[coughing]

Is that what good
diesel oil tastes like?

Let them cut you, Earl.

Hush, hush. Hush.

[sighs]

I seen this one cop.

Tall, lean, six foot,

short hair, neat as a pin,

and he was gay for God's sake.

Ah, what shall we
do with this absurdity
of the troubled world?

Let's go see Ma, Pop.

At this time of night?
Ah, maybe tomorrow, huh?

Let's go see her now.

[hissing]

Well, Catherine.

The flowers are
out along the bridal
trails now in the park.

And they're selling
orange juice off the carts.

It's time to put away
the wool coat now.

[crying] Catherine...

Old Father O'Brien,
you remember him?

He married us.

He died.

Oh, Pop.

Which apartment
is Mrs. Sandovel's?

-What do you want?
-The police.

-My aunt's not seeing anybody.
-She'll see us.

The first door on your left.

Mrs. Sandovel?

Mrs. Sandovel?

[Mrs. Sandovel] Yes?

Oh, hello. I'm Sergeant
Mulcahaney, and this
is Lieutenant Fahey.

We're here to ask
you some questions
about your daughter's death.

I think you come here
to ask me about phone calls.

Yes, and to see Pilar's
room and her things.

-My daughter's room?
-Yes.

It's way back.

Thank you.

Mrs. Sandovel,
I don't understand. I mean,
where are Pilar's things?

Her make-up, her clothes,
her jewelry?

At her house.

But this is the address
on file at Police Plaza.

It was because
of the phone calls.

She didn't want the police
to know where she lived.

So she lived somewhere else?
Where?

She lives on East 84th Street.

It's not far from here.

It's not far, it's the
other side of the world.

Hey, you! You can't park here.

So, she was on the pad.

[man chattering on tv]

...can't make any money.

Thank you very much.
What do you want, huh?

Well...

What is this?

[chuckles]

An inventory of an apartment
on East 84th Street.

You thinking of moving, Kel?

I couldn't afford
the rent, Scully.

But you know who lived
in that apartment, don't you?

Who owned the furniture
and clothes and jewelry?

How long was she on the pad?

You know what you should
do is look through my sheets.

You should check
my bank accounts.

You want to see my watch?
It's a Rolex. I bought
it off a street junkie.

It's probably hot.
You want the numbers
in my bank account?

-What the hell does she want?
-All right sit down.

Look here, Kel? You're way
out of line here. You're
chasing a cop killer.

You come in here and stick
a paper in a man's face

like it's a accusation
or something.

You of all people.

I'm disturbed, Kelly.
I really am.

I just want to know
how a policewoman could
afford that apartment.

Maybe she invested
wisely, huh? Maybe she
had a rich boyfriend.

Yeah, Donald Trump.

I got to get out of here.

Here, this should
cover for the drinks.

I don't want we should
accept something
free around here.

All these silent accusations.

Let me tell you something,
you get your cop killer,

you bring him in however
you can, but you stay
out of my squad,

because you don't want to know
what you don't want to know.

You do something like that,
you should wear a wire.

I won't wear a wire.
What's he doing here?

I asked Inspector Brown
to join us.

You brought Internal
Affairs into this?

What I told you was
between you and me.

You don't have to be
my friend, Mulcahaney.

I don't want to be
your friend, Brown.

Listen, the whole unit
is dirty. We've known it.

We've known it for a long time.

That's your business, not mine.

Kelly, Kelly, Kelly. We're
missing a unique opportunity.

Get your tongue out of
my ear, Commissioner.

This is what we want
you to do for us.

No, I won't wear a wire.

Work with us, Kelly.
Internal Affairs is
not your enemy.

I'll tell you a story
about Internal Affairs.

Particularly you, Inspector.

The commissioner here
knows it all too well.

There was this cop.

A dumb, mic cop, regular guy,
never ever made sergeant,

lived in Flatbush, raised five
kids, brother was a priest.

Anyway, it's his daughter's
birthday, and he's off shift,

and walking in the subway,
he smells smoke.

He's off duty so he figures
he'll call in the alarm.

But something tells
him to check it out.

Okay, you know the rest.

He goes into the building.
There's a baby
on the top floor.

Fire and smoke and all that.

He winds up jumping
from the second floor,
baby in his arms.

He breaks both legs,
burns his lungs.
Medal of honor,

department citation,
policeman of the month,
all of that.

Internal Affairs comes
to him in the hospital.

Interrogates him about
taking a free lunch and
a couple of beers on Sunday.

They want him to rat
on his partners.

This cop is on full oxygen
because his lungs are burned,

and they want him to
turn over his partners

for a free lunch
and a couple of beers.

I can tell you're bored,
but just to let you know,

my father resigned
rather than turn
over his partners

for a free lunch
and a couple of beers.

And you bastards want
me to wear a wire.

Okay, no wire.
We need you on the job.

I don't want any more
policewomen killed.

We got a few bad...

We got a few bad cops.

And the press and the
media and the cop haters

of the world all get
off on hammering us.

That's why we got to get
to them first to protect
the honor of the badge.

Understand.
I won't wear a wire.

What the...
What is it...
What are you doing?

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Move. Move. Move. Get in.

-What's going on?
-Shut up!

-Get the...
-Shut up.

You guys gonna rob a bank?

You're getting into
things you shouldn't.

Yeah? What?

Don't screw up.

Skip the melodrama.
I'm a cop. And you're cops.

Under those clown outfits.

What makes you
think we're cops?

You might as well wear
your shield on your lapel.
You'd be less obvious.

Okay, so what's this all about?

If you don't mind,
I've got to stop and
see my therapist.

Let's go. Come on. Come on.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, come on. Let's go,
let's go. Come on.

You know, you don't want
to know what you don't
want to know Mulcahaney.

You understand?

No, tell me what
I don't want to know.

Look. You think a cop
killed all those women?

You're crazy. It was a
psycho, plain and simple.

He hates women.
He's got a mother complex.

So I should lay off cops
who are on the take.
Is that the idea?

Now you shouldn't ought
to say things like that.

I mean, what kind of
language is that?

What are you a
dummy or something?

Look...

This is a very dangerous place.

People fall out of
windows, get killed,
maimed, disfigured.

A body like you got Mulcahaney,
it would be a desecration.

You know the homeless,
the winos, the junkies,
the skells, they live here.

Oh, the city tries
to flush 'em out.

But they hide,
lose their footing, fall,
get killed. Crushed.

You know those
dummies that they test
the car crashes on?

You know, they get all thrown
around, break their arms,
their legs, their neck?

Imagine what would happen
to a person like that.

Sometimes it happens.

Sometimes, sometimes
it happens to people
who are not winos.

So, whatever comes by,
comes by.

Hey! Hey!

It's what comes by you, dummy!

You can become part
of this landscape!

Give me the commissioner,
please. Sergeant Mulcahaney.

Well, interrupt him!

Don't put me on hold!

Please, I would like to
speak with the commissioner
immediately. Yes.

Peter. It's Kelly. I'm in.

Tell Internal Affairs
whatever they want.

This time, they picked
on the wrong policewoman.

Thanks.

[horns honking]

[man] Paper lady?

No thanks, not today pal.

[people chattering]

[waitress] I need a
coffee and a bagel.

Coffee and a bagel.

I can tell you're
from New York, Kelly.

Yeah, how's that?

You eat what you can
hold in your hand.

You probably
come in here without
knowing it, huh?

-I eat breakfast here
all the time.
-Right.

Tell me, Kelly...
Pass the mustard.

How's the law enforcement
business? You catching
many bad guys lately?

Tell me something, Scully.

How could one of your
squad be on the pad

without the other
partner's knowing it?

You don't put butter
on a bagel, what's the
matter with you?

You on a wire, Kel?

Never with pearls, Scully.

See the reason I ask is

things have changed
since me and your
dad rode together.

Nowadays, you don't know
who's a stand-up cop
and who isn't.

Stand-up cops who like
to wear funny masks
and threaten people

with falling refrigerators.
Is that the kind you're
talking about, Scully?

If I was you, I'd take that
message serious, Kel.

I'm saying this,
because your old man
was a stand-up cop.

And you were a darling girl.
You still are a doll.

If you don't have that bagel,
I'll take it with me.

Everything ain't black
and white, Kelly.

Everybody's got something
ain't exactly kosher.

Fallible human beings,
all of us.

Sometimes you got
to look the other way.

If you're still hungry,
try those knishes.
They're exemplary.

[loud explosion]

[people screaming]

-You okay lady?
-Oh, yeah, yeah,
I guess so.

What the hell was that?

Clowns.

[gun clicking]

Yeah? Hi, Fahey.

What are you? Dirty Harriet?

Yeah.

The FBI's got something
on the bombers, Kel,

but the pipeline dried up.
It's something they're
not sharing.

When are they
going to share it?

When some more
policewomen are dead?

You figuring on
fighting an army?

-A squad maybe.
-Pretty big gun for
a little girl, Kel.

.38's no good
against body armor.

People don't usually
wear body armor, Kel.

Cops do.

I don't like this.
Cops afraid of cops.

I've arranged for
a unit in front of your
building 24 hours.

Okay. You won't get an
argument out of me.

I want you to wear body
armor from now on, too.

I don't know. You wearing
body armor is like wrapping
a candy bar in a lead pipe.

[phone ringing]

[dial tone droning]

[phone beeps]

[phone beeps]

[phone beeps]

[phone beeps]

[phone beeps]

[Ralph] Hi, it's me.
The kids had orthodonture,

and their mother has
to go out of town,

so they're staying with me
for the rest of the week

as part of their
visitation rights.

So, I can't be with you.

Look, you're the one
who insists on
separate residences.

I won't sleep.
I roll around a lot,
break out in rash.

I've got Wednesday free.
So, you and I can, you know,
we could get married.

[phone beeps]

[phone ringing]

-Listen you...
-[Roselli] I got something
for you, Mulcahaney.

Because you're a stand-up
cop, and we both want
Pilar's killer.

Now, I want you to meet me
at midnight on the roof
of the Royal Building.

Now, that means you alone.

No partners, no wires
and no backups.
You understand?

I'm not meeting you on
any rooftop Roselli.

You want to meet, we'll meet.
Some place in public.

We'll meet...

The Broadway Theater.
53rd and Broadway, 11:00.

All right. Okay.
Mulcahaney, no wires.

No wires. Goodbye.

Oh, boy.

Officer McGuire,
what are you doing here?

I hope I'm not...
I was just on my
way up to see you.

Actually, I'm running
very late.

Look, I didn't know who
else to talk to you, Sergeant.

Can you get me transferred?

Well, it's okay. It's okay.
I'll come back.

Come here. Sit down.
You're in no condition
to be out on the street.

What's the matter?

I'm scared, Sergeant.
I'm scared all the time.

Every time we're out there,
rolling on a call my heart
starts beating like crazy.

I can't get my breath.

-Why don't you call in sick?
-Can you just get me
transferred? Please.

All right. I'll talk to your
precinct commander tomorrow.

No! No, do it tonight.

[sighs]

All right, I'll get you
assigned to me tonight.

And tomorrow we'll talk to
your precinct commander.
He'll be okay.

You have my word.
Now go report in.

It'll be okay?

Yeah. Yeah. See you later.

[Karl] Hey.

Yeah, Karl? Kelly, here.
I want you to assign

Officer Megan McGuire
to me tonight,

-and find her a unit, keep
her off the charts, okay?
-You got it.

We'll rendezvous at 52nd
off Broadway. Karl...

Yes?

Get me a car at a police
compound. Something fast.

-You got it.
-Got it. All right. Bye.

We're going to have to talk
about it sooner or later.

I need to talk...

Mulcahaney!
Come here. Come here.

You come here.

What is this?
A contest of wills or what?

You seen that show? Great show.

I'm certainly happy
you're sharing that with me.

Anything else you would
like to discuss here?

Just want to go for a walk.
See if you're wearing a wire.

What the hell is that?
Body armor you
got on, huh?

A one-piece chastity belt.
What do you want?

I want to talk to you,
but I want to go to
some place quiet.

All right with you?

Pilar was dirty.

Really. I thought she
saved her small change
for that apartment

and jewelry and stuff.

You remember the big
drug bust last summer
at the Holland Hotel?

-Remember that?
-Yeah. Sure.

Pilar skimmed 50K
right off the top before
she turned in the money.

Yeah.

How much did you get?

Come on, Kelly.
That's not nice.

I never took a dime
from anybody.

I never skimmed a bust.
I never shook anybody down.

I never walked away
from a colleague.

Whether you believe it
or not, I'm Mr. Clean.

Why didn't you turn
her in, Mr. Clean?

You don't drop a dime
on your partner.
What's the matter with you?

Why are you telling
me this, Roselli?

The bottom line is this.

I know that it's going to
come down pretty soon.

All of it is going
to come down.

And I know you're tight
with the commissioner.

And I figure when that time
comes, Kelly, I need...

I need you to put in
a good word for me.

You want me to put in
a good word for you?

Kelly, I am desperate.
I need you...

You rat on a dead
partner, and I know you're
protecting live ones.

And you want me
to put in a word for you?

All right. Here's something
else for you.

We suspect that the Ruiz
brothers took her out.

They're small time
dealers, hit men, street
people, what have you.

And we figure that
someone tipped them off
that Pilar was heat.

And we figure that it was done
deliberately so that...

-Who tipped them off?
-Who knows?

-It was some cop in the
precinct. She wasn't...
-Who?

Listen to me. I don't know.
She wasn't well liked.

Everyone in the precinct knew
who the Ruiz brothers were.

We figure it was some
cop in the precinct.

Don't you understand that?
I'm telling you the truth.

Thanks for meeting with me.

Where in the hell's McGuire?

McGuire? She and her
partner answered a call.

They were assigned to me.
They weren't supposed
to answer calls.

I don't know.
Maybe they specified
that unit or something.

-When?
-About five minutes ago.

Look. Get on the horn and
get the address of that call

and tell the dispatcher
to contact me on
a tack frequency.

[dispatcher over radio]
Five, exit four.
Five, exit four.

See the woman at
620 East 30th,
apartment 2A.

Repeating address 620,
East 30th, apartment...

Open up! Police!

[Mrs. Weissman]
What do you want?

Police! Open the door!

[Mrs. Weissman]
What do you want?

We got a report, from
one of your neighbors

of a woman here
screaming for help.

-Screaming?
-Can we come in please?

Come in.

Hey, uh, what's going on here?

Your neighbors reported
a disturbance, Mr...

Weissman.

Look, they reported what?

Well, seems that they
thought that you were
beating me up, honey.

[laughs]

Well, look, maybe we
was a little noisy.

[both laugh]

But those screams, well,

look, let's just say that
I was not beating up my wife.

It was something
a little more...
Well, more friendly

if you catch my drift.

Bye-bye.

The complaint came from 5A.

Check it out.

Guess we're going to walk.

[Tom] Come on, Megan.

[Tom] Watch your step, Megan.
Let me turn the
lights on up here.

I can't find them.

Come on.

Tom?

-What now?
-The officers that were here,
where are they?

-Upstairs.
-Which floor?

The fifth. Hey, they
were making noise, too.

[Tom] Megan!

[Megan] Tom?

[gasps]

I figure he's in the elevator.

Megan enters the building.
No light.

The electricity's off,
but he can see her
in silhouette.

[panting]

-Here.
-No.

-Come on.
-Her back's to him.

Coming out of the apartment.

Just enough light
to grab her hair
and cut her throat.

[exclaims]

What are you all
standing around for?
I want it canvassed!

You take this building floor
by floor and get names!

Then do the neighborhood!
Building by building!
Work a grid.

Talk to everybody.
Everybody's off the charts
until we find this guy!

What happened? Jansen!

-Can I get my breath?
-You can get
your breath later.

I want you to tell
me what happened.

Look, there was a...
There was a complaint from

apartment 5A about
a disturbance in 2A,

which it wasn't really
a complaint so we
decided to check out...

McGuire was with you?

Yeah, when we started upstairs.

Don't answer so quickly,
I want you to think about it!

I don't have to think about it.

I'm telling you when
we started upstairs
she was behind me.

I came out on the fifth floor,
and she was gone.

Look. I went into
this apartment over
here. It was empty.

I heard somebody
up on the roof,

so I took pursuit,

went down the fire
escape, 10 blocks.
I got winded. I lost him.

I come back here.

[panting]

I never thought the killer
would go for Megan.

What do you mean
you never thought?

She was a prime target.
You know that.

How could anybody know
she'd be answering this call?

I mean, we just got a
call from the dispatcher.

I mean, how could they know?

Yeah, how?

Give me the results of
the post on Megan McGuire.

By Morgan Christopher, M.D.

Etcetera, pathologist,
etcetera, City of New York,
etcetera.

Just the results.

Friend, huh?

-Well, maybe somebody
else should handle this.
-Just the results.

Her esophagus was dissevered.

Lower jaw distended.

I'm afraid it wasn't
a painless death.

Forensic?

Well, she put up a fight.
Skin under her fingernails
from a male "cauc."

Heavy beard.

Between 25 and 50.
Type AB blood.

He should have scratches
if you find him.

I'll walk you out.

Since you were her friend
I guess there's something
else you should know.

Oh, no.

About 13 weeks.
It would have been a boy.

Oh, God. Why did
you bring me here?

Thank you, doctor.

Didn't you think Megan's
pregnancy would show
up on the autopsy?

Did she expect you
to divorce your wife
and marry her?

On the streets all day.

A man needs friendship,
understanding. Isn't that
the way it was, Tom?

She didn't... She didn't
want an abortion.

It was against religion.

And it just happened.

I was lonely and...

You have the right
to remain silent.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney one will
be appointed for you.

Is that what you think?

You knew somebody was hunting
down the women who were
involved in that lawsuit.

You knew Megan was terrified.

You knew she was one of
the leaders, and you
still abandoned her?

What? No! I wasn't thinking.

I didn't know!

If you give up the
right to remain silent,

anything you say
will be held against you.

What do you think?

-Do you think I'm a killer?
Is that what you think?
-What's your blood type?

O positive. Why?

You made those calls.

You and Rooney and Koffman and
probably some of the others.

You hated those women.
Maybe you hate all women.

You're in trouble, man.
You're facing a suspension
and possibly a murder charge.

Look, I, uh...

Can we talk some place?

Just you and me?

You and me and somebody else.

You know they tearing up
all the cross-town streets?

It looks like Beirut out there.

So what do you want?

Give me... What do
I want? Give me a
coffee and a bagel.

-No bagels.
-Give me a muffin.

-No muffins.
-What is this? Vaudeville?
Give me something to eat!

Hey, you said no notes.

-I lied.
-Want a smoke?

No wait a minute.
You don't get no smoke
unless you start talking

or I'll shove your head
into a toilet bowl!
Now who were the others?

They'll kill me.

Good! I'll investigate
the murder, and not
too thoroughly!

What is this?
We're not communicating?

Look, we've played some
games with the women.

We gave them some garbage
details. We scared them.
Made some phone calls.

But we never killed nobody!

I want the names of all the
cops that made the phone calls
and harassed the women! All!

Whatever rank!
Whatever precinct!

You have no right.
He's got no right!

No, you got no right, Jansen!

You're a whiner,
a complainer
and a coward!

You make me feel dirty!

Don't tell me about rights!
You miserable son of a bitch!

If you had stayed with your
partner she might be alive
today! And your baby, too!

He's yours.
Do what you want with him.

So, where are the others?

We'll meet them on Flushing.

Nobody said anything
to me about Flushing.

-It's change.
-I don't like changes.

Then don't do it.

All right, let's go.
Let's do it.

[ship horn blowing]

I've got an important
announcement.

I think my arm is asleep.

It's about the only thing
that is around here.

You noticed.

I'd like to turn
the page, but, uh...

I can't move my arm
unless you move your head.

I can't move my head
unless you move your arm.

Let's see what we can do here.

[laughs]

This is starting to
get interesting.

Mmm, yeah.

Want to play doctor?

I'll tell you my case.
You tell me yours.

Take your time.
It's at least two hours
before the alarm goes off.

Don't be so helpful. Okay?

Helping law enforcement's
part of my job.

[knocking at door]

Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.

Okay.

Yeah?

Gilmore Brown.

They want us across town.

Across town? Why us?

A warehouse in Queens...

Here come the judge.
Here come the judge.

That's amusing.

Why Queens? Why us?

Why indeed?

[Brown] They got your mad
bomber, by the way.

[Kelly] Why didn't
anybody tell me about it?

The Feds arrested him
day before yesterday.

Naturally they kept it
to themselves until they
could claim jurisdiction.

Throws out
New York prosecution.

So, Esquivel was an accident.

Wrong place. Wrong time.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[officer 1] Come back. Yeah,
little more, little more.

[officer 2] So, Lieutenant,
spell Roselli.

R-O-S-E-L-L-I. You got it?

They were waiting for him.
Just like Pilar.

Where were his partners?

At home.

They don't know
anything, so they say.

He had a wife.
Somebody should tell his wife.

Karl? Let's get a blood
type on him.

Get some samples of
the skin and facial hair.

Send it over to forensics.

The forensics on Roselli.

What is this? The season
for dead cops?

Roselli.

Oh, the hair samples
are still in the lab,

but you were right about the
blood type, and the scratches
on his cheek are consistent.

Any evidence to suggest that
he didn't kill Megan McGuire?

Well, not that I can find.

So, why should
Roselli kill McGuire?

She wasn't in his precinct.
She had nothing
to do with him.

She probably didn't know him.

Probably didn't. Esquivel was
killed by the mad bomber.

Unconnected, unrelated.
But Roselli sees a chance
to get rid of Pilar,

so he blames it
on the serial killer.

So he creates a
serial killer by killing
a third policewoman.

Yeah. Maybe he had
more planned. Who knows?

What about his partners?

One way to find out.

Not too tight on the tape,
Kerrigan. And it should
come off easily.

-Okay, Kerrigan.
-Thanks.

All right. Now this cost
$10,000 so don't lose it.

The other one you
can throw away, but this,
be very careful.

-Where's the transmitter?
-There isn't any.

It works by microwave.
A miracle of technology.

Let's hope. What's the
range on this miracle?

It's about a mile. It works
better in the open. So,
please, stay out in the open.

-They'll take me somewhere.
-We'll follow you by scanner.

Don't worry, I won't lose you.

-Promise?
-I'll stake your life on it.

Why, Inspector,
you made a joke.

[bagpipes playing]

Kelly, you don't
have to do this.

Sure I do.
But thanks for your concern.

Well, hell they're
our leftovers.

I don't like leftovers, Peter.
When it's over, it's over.

Hey.

In the name of the Father
and of the Son and
of the Holy Spirit.

I bless you Victoria
with the holy water

that recalls the day of
your rebirth in the
living waters of baptism.

That day which
St. Paul has written,
"When we were baptized,

"we went into
the tomb with him and
joined him in death."

So, that as Christ was
raised from the dead...

You set him up, Scully.

You pulled out and then,
left him to die
just like Pilar.

That's a serious
accusation, Kelly.

Murder's a serious
thing, Scully.

You guys saw the
bombing as an opportunity
to get rid of Pilar,

but why'd you have
to kill McGuire?

She didn't do anything to you.

You come to my
partner's funeral
with garbage like that.

Who in the hell do
you think you are?

Excuse us. Excuse us.
We got to go.
We got a call to make.

Come on, Sergeant.

[priest] ...relatives at this
mass earnestly pray for him.

In the compassion of God and
that peace and that joy

which are the promise
of the Christian faith.

Jesus said, "I am the
resurrection and the light.
If anyone believes in me..."

You know your trouble is?
You got no respect for
a fellow officer.

A dead one at that. Come on.
We're getting out of here.

Get in there. Go on.

[Kelly] Where are we
going, Scully? Where
are you taking me?

[Scully] Now you just
be still and keep quiet.

Give me your piece.

Give me that damn wire.

You wear a wire in
the church, huh?

Do you think God
will forgive that?

God has a lot of forgiving to
do around here.

Earl Mulcahaney's daughter.

The daughter of a real
cop wearing a wire.

Roselli was a real cop,
and he's dead.

McGuire was a real cop,
and she's dead.

-Pilar was a real cop.
-[laughs] Pilar!

He's gonna take the bridge.

She was taking from us.
She was taking from the Feds.

She was taking from
the IAU. She was taking
from the dealers.

She was taking from everybody.

That woman was greedy.

[horn honking]

You're not greedy.
You're just dirty, huh?

Nobody starts out dirty.

[honking]

You're on the job.
You eat a hamburger.
You drink a cup of coffee.

You look out for
the proprietor.
You get a free lunch.

What the hell, you leave
a big tip for the waitress.

I mean, is that dirty,
is that dirty?

Then you move up.
Bigger jobs...

-Go around them.
-Come on.

Then contracts get offered.
You know what a contract is?

You're paid to turn the
other way. It's a "C"
note. It's a grand.

You look the other way
when a deal comes down.

It's a grand, it's five grand.

Kids' braces get paid for.

Take your wife to the Bahamas.

And then you're dirty, huh?

Yeah, yeah.
And then you're dirty.

First you take your wife to
the Bahamas. And then
you start killing cops.

We didn't kill nobody.

It's all dying out there.
This city. This job.
It's terminal.

Everybody's out to get his.
It's a way of life.

Kelly, you got to understand.

Victor and me, when we
started out, we were clean.

But you're on a team.
The boys say you're in.

They say you don't go playing,
you're not one of us.
You're not part of a team.

You got to be part
of a team. Your life
depends on it.

So we bought in.
We looked the other way.

We split a hundred
G's the first year.
We were rich people.

Yeah, you were rich, all right.

Why'd you have to
kill those women?

I told you before.
We didn't kill nobody.

Pilar joined the group.
She bought into our contract.

[static buzzing]

She wanted in. Then
when she gets laid up, we
continue to pay her off.

Can you fix that?

I'm losing her. Damn it.

Are you telling me
Roselli knocked off
Pilar all by himself?

I'm telling you, he made a
deal with the Ruiz brothers.

He burned her.
We didn't know
nothing about it.

You want me to believe that?

Frankly, I don't give a...

-[horn honking]
-[woman] Get lost, you jerk.

She's gone. She's gone.

We got to figure
this out, Kelly.

We got to figure out
what we're going to do
in this situation.

I ain't no genius.
But I got 19 years
on the force, Kelly.

We got to, we
got to figure this out.

If Roselli did kill Pilar,
why didn't you turn him in?

He was my partner!
You don't turn
your partner over!

Don't you understand nothing?

So you set him up in
that warehouse, the same
way he set up Pilar.

Because of the third one,
because of McGuire.

When he killed her,
we knew he was crazy.

-He'd lost it. He was crazy.
-You're all crazy.

[horn honking]

Ah, Kelly.

Kelly!

Shoot if you want Scully.
I'm going for a walk.

I'll do it, Kelly! I swear!
I'll do it!

Be about 6:00 before
I get to the station house!

I expect by then you'll
have turned yourself in!

Kelly, I swear on my
mother, I'll do it!

Why'd you have to kill
him? Why didn't you
just turn him in?

Because Victor was
a good cop once.

He made 1,000
collars, but nobody
will ever remember that.

They won't remember the
collars. All they'll remember
is the killer of women.

But we sent him out with honor.

For the honor of the badge!

Honor of the badge.

6:00 Scully. 6:00.

Hey, Kelly!

We solved your case
for you. Huh?

We got your serial
killer for you!

Honor of the badge. Huh, Kelly?

Twenty-thousand good cops.
A few bad ones.

Yeah, and all you
ever hear about is
the ones gone sour.

Well, the whiners
and the screamers,
next time they're in trouble,

let 'em call their
local police review board.

See how much protection
that buys them.

Yeah.

Honor of the badge.

Hell, that's all we've got.

[enthralling
instrumental music playing]