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- Andrew.
- How's it going?

I may not be able
to conduct Theo's churching,

and I wanted to have a moment with you.

I hope that's not out of me
speaking disrespectfully before.

Absolutely not.

No, a parishioner is quite ill,
and I may need to be with him.

In our faith, Andrew,
different from his baptism,

the churching service introduces Theo

and reestablishes Sylvia's connection
to God and his dwelling.

- Uh-huh.
- I wanted to explain that to you.

And, in honesty,
also I wanted to ask after you.

I'm sober. I'm going to meetings.

- Seem to be doing okay.
- I speak with Sylvia every few days.

She's proud of you and hopeful.

I'm sorry I let her down.

I don't want it to happen no more.

When you and I spoke
at your station house,

I urged you to try to accept
what had happened to Andy Jr.

As a mystery that only God
could understand,

and so, perhaps, to unburden yourself
of the pain and loneliness...

that drove you to your drinking.

Anyways, I'm not drinking now.
I'm going to my meetings.

God is quite capable, Andrew.
Today, while he meets Theo

at the altar and shrine of his dwelling,

try to give your other son
to his care as well.

In any case, I'm glad
we could speak again as friends.

If I'm not with Theo this afternoon,
I'll be with him in my heart.

And with you and Sylvia as well.

Detectives.

Mm-hmm.

They emptied out the register.
And we got a revolver here.

It's a .22 pistol.

- Those are nine-millimeter shells.
- DOA got a couple off.

- Yeah.
- I'm gonna check outside.

Go ahead.

Andy, DOA got some shots off.
We might have a wounded perp.

We got a blood trail here.
I got uniform canvassing the hospitals.

Look at that sign, huh?

I'll bet, since this joint opened,
they never painted a car for 199 bucks.

You drive up, there's always
some reason your job costs more.

Maybe we're lookin' for some, uh,
fanatical consumer advocate type.

Yeah.

Did I see you come in the back
at the Brooklyn meeting last night?

Witness on that purse snatch
lived on Flatbush Avenue.

I stopped in after.

- Then you just turned around and split.
- I went to one by my place.

- Then you just turned around and split.
- I went to one by my place.

'Cause of me?

I'll give you a list of the meetings
I'm going to. Save you on the drive time.

Makes me feel awkward somewhat.

I expect I... I let you down.

You didn't let me down, Andy.

When I was in trouble, you helped me out.
However I can, I want to help you.

Which can include shutting my yap
or us going to different meetings.

Probably won't be a problem no more.

I was so glad to see you there.

We got a witness down the block
who heard shots.

Sees a white guy beating feet
from this direction,

jumps in a maroon Camaro,
hauling ass around the corner.

He couldn't describe the driver
or the guy who jumps in,

but he got a partial on the license plate.

- Here's the number.
- I'll transmit an alarm.

Yeah.

Sector Boy just responded
on the canvass request.

Guy with a bullet wound
just walked into Bellevue E.R.

All right. Thanks.
Want to take a ride with me?

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Donald Selness, 37, Bay Ridge address.

Says a psycho shot him
in Tompkins Square Park.

- They took this out of his shoulder.
- Ah, thanks.

- Can't even take a walk these days, huh?
- Yeah, I know.

- Detectives Simone, Sipowicz.
- Wanna sit down?

I just wanna go home.

We're interested in what went down
with that bullet wound there, Donald.

What he said. Some psycho shot me.

- For no reason?
- Yeah. Maybe I didn't hear him say "stop."

- When was this?
- Um, about 6:30.

- You were up pretty early.
- Making the most of my day off.

Anyone see you in the park?

I don't know.
The guy who shot me.

We got a witness description
on an armed robbery, Don,

that fits you pretty good.

Well, it wasn't me.

- Wound and everything.
- Not me. Wrong guy.

- Your wheel man drop you here?
- I walked.

You been arrested before? And don't lie,
or I'll shoot you in the other shoulder.

I've been in a few scrapes.

See, that could explain
what I'd call Don's hard case attitude.

All right. Let's go and work it out
at the station house.

- You arresting me?
- You gonna make me use these?

Shoulder don't hurt bad enough,
you want your arms bent back?

Fancy. Oh, yeah.
Thanks for calling back, Inspector.

Um, this new P.A.A. is not working out.

Yeah, she's a sweet girl, but she needs
three swings to get a roll call right.

Yeah. Yeah, monthly stats
look like a foreign language.

Yeah, yeah. I haven't got time to teach
basic squad administration.

Okay. Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.

Hey.

Well, one more night
on that cot, James.

- Yeah? You found a place?
- Yeah.

I... I didn't want
to say anything previous

so as not to hex the lease negotiation.

It's out by Bobby's. Three rooms,
plus it's got this little laundry room.

And from back there, you can see
part of the Brooklyn Bridge.

- Wow. A river view apartment.
- Yeah.

Anyways, I'll be able to make
some decent meals.

I can have my daughters for overnights,
have more of a social life, you know?

Ha... Have a housewarming party.

You got a double homicide in an alley
off Houston in the Bowery.

Oh, that, uh, like,
little lover's lane over there?

Yeah. You and James work it with Adrianne?

Sure, boss.

Hey, Adrianne, we got a case,
a double homicide.

Okay.

James, you mind if I eat that?
I haven't had any breakfast.

- This? Here you go.
- Yeah.

I'll have a little bowl of fruit
on the kitchen table and everything.

- Hi.
- Hey, Lucy. What's available?

Interview one. No, uh, interview two.

All right. Come here.

Right here.

Hey, guys. Cops found a Camaro
abandoned on a Brooklyn dock.

Should tie to your case.
Bloodstains on the passenger side.

Plates were stripped.
Crime scene's processing for prints.

- Owner's a Karen Thanos in Queens.
- Thanks, boss.

Josh. You mind staying with this guy
we got in two and telling Andy

- we gotta run something down?
- Okay. No problem.

Hi. One for you. For you.

- And you. And you.
- Thanks.

"Entitles bearer to one free haircut.

"With gratitude and appreciation,
John Irvin."

- Why you comping out haircuts, John?
- Farewell mementos.

- I'm being transferred back to 1PP.
- Oh.

John's comping us all
a future haircut, Bobby.

- He's going back to One Police Plaza.
- Oh. When's this?

I have a few days built up.
So, I'm taking a friend to the beach.

I start after Memorial Day.

Oh, um, there's a small good-bye party
in Anti-crime this afternoon at 4:00,

but you are forbidden to feel obligated.

- Thanks.
- See you later.

- I'll try to make it up there, John.
- You're comped perpetually.

Thank you.

Lucy, out with Detective Russell
and Detective Sipowicz.

He's in interview two.

Guy in a sweat suit was out running.
He called it in.

Female DOA. took one up close.

I don't see a bullet wound in the male,
but he's white like a zombie.

- You run the plate?
- Not yet.

I'll do it.

She's got no purse.

- Any I.D. on that guy?
- Uh-uh. No wallet on him.

- If it's a robbery, why is his pants down?
- Johns bring hookers in here.

Maybe they were gettin' it on,
the stickup guy comes in,

this guy tries to run away.

The problem is, how did he die?
He's real pale.

No blood around him.
Maybe he had a heart attack?

Tracks on her arms.
She's probably a hooker.

Yeah, this guy's got tracks too.
They're both junkies.

Just about rules him out as a john.

So, what were they doing here?
Fixing? Maybe a dope rip-off.

Hey. Take a look at this.

That an entry wound?

Yeah.

Yeah. There's the exit wound.
This guy had to have been moved.

He had to have bled to death
somewheres else from a gunshot wound.

Then, someone puts his clothes on.

Otherwise, the clothes
would be soaked in blood.

Yeah.
Who puts a Band-Aid on a bullet hole, huh?

Car's registered to a James
and Shelly Bauerline.

- Got an address over on Fourth Street.
- If that's Shelly, and this isn't James,

then maybe James took 'em out.

- Is that a bullet hole?
- Yeah.

What's with the Band-Aid?

Thanks. The landlord says
that this woman who owns the Camaro,

she holds a job. She halfway lives
with this 25-year-old guy

who's some kind of student.

Who is it?

Police, Miss Thanos.
We'd like to talk to you.

Just a second.

That sounds like a window.

- Good?
- Back off! Back off!

- Anybody else here?
- Hey! Hey! Where are you going?

I can explain. It's not how it looks.

- Andy, you okay?
- Yeah. Get up. What's your name?

Jerry Selness.

What are you doing jumping
out the window, Jerry?

- I don't know. I panicked.
- Are you Karen Thanos?

- Yes.
- You own an '88 Camaro?

Yeah. I just got back
from reporting it stolen.

- Did you find it?
- Yeah, we found it.

All right, come on,
we're going to the station house, Jerry.

Jerry didn't do anything.

It's all right, Karen. It's all right.
Don't worry about it.

- You’re coming too.
- Come on, Karen.

I swear, Jerry wasn't involved
in anything illegal.

Yeah, we're pretty clear
they're your ideas on that.

All's you need to tell 'em is the truth,
Karen. How your car got stolen.

- Come here, Jerry.
- Two's occupied, huh?

- Josh has got someone in there.
- Yeah.

- I'm gonna run this to the boss.
- Come on, Karen.

- You and me are gonna talk in here.
- This is horrible.

This way.

She owns the Camaro.

We go to her apartment, and her boyfriend
tries to go out the back window.

So we think the boyfriend's in it?

This guy we got in interview two,
Donald Selness?

The boyfriend's his younger brother.

Josh, do me a favor?
Run these two through B.C.I.?

Sure.

Now, these two feel like amateurs.
We should be okay.

We're just trying to find out
what happened.

Karen's still expressing
real concern about Jerry.

I just don't want to see him
get his life ruined.

Then you gotta help us
understand what's going on here, Karen,

why Jerry was ducking out that window.

- He had no reason to.
- How do you know that?

I know Jerry.

You know Donald too, hmm?
Jerry's older brother?

'Cause we got him in custody
right down the hall there.

Look, I don't know what happened,

but I know Jerry
had nothing to do with it.

A man got murdered during a holdup, Karen.
We know Donald was involved.

Donald was wounded and the doctors
took bullets out of his shoulder

that match the store owner's weapon.

We also have a witness that saw him

running down the street from the crime
scene and jumping into your Camaro.

And you know who
the witness saw driving it?

- Oh, God.
- Jerry was driving it, Karen.

So that's openers on your file.
False report of a stolen vehicle.

Plus, it's not lookin' so great
Jerry wasn't involved.

Donald said he needed a ride,
and Jerry drove him.

That's it. I swear to God.

What do you mean, "that's it"?
There was a man who was killed here.

Donald said the guy in the auto shop
owed him money.

- You heard Donald say this?
- He said he owed him money.

But I didn't want to let Donald
use my car, so that's why Jerry drove him.

I swear to God!

I mean, it was my fault,
not wanting to let Donald use my car.

If what you're saying's true about Jerry,
that sounds like

his older brother's got the both of you
in a world of trouble.

Which you better start getting
out of before you and Jerry

are both past helping.

When Jerry came back
to the apartment this morning,

what did he say had happened?

He said that there was trouble

and that he didn't wanna tell me about it

and that I should report the car stolen.

And you didn't ask him why?

So I guess I am guilty...

because I didn't want to know
what had happened.

Thanks.

How's Karen?

Karen told us that you gave Don
a ride to the auto shop,

but you didn't know
he was gonna shoot anybody.

- Oh, God.
- Just so you understand the law, Jerry.

You driving that car,

that's like committing the robbery
and the homicide both.

You're just as guilty as your brother Don.
And all I know about Don

is he's got a rap sheet a mile long
and that he killed a guy this morning.

So as far as you standing up for him,
that only makes you his patsy

or a scumbag just like him.

No. Donny's getting
his life turned around.

He's been staying out of trouble.

- Mm-hmm.
- Now, that guy owed him money.

All's he wanted to do
was to go down and get it.

- The guy pulled out a gun and shot at him.
- You saw the guy pull a gun out?

No, but that's what Donny said.

Now, when did he say it?
When he came back outside?

When he jumped into the car
and you guys booked?

You drove him to the hospital, right?

Look, he said he owed him money,
and that is all I know.

How did it work, Jerry?

Did he tell you to take the car
to the docks and strip the plates?

Is that how he told you to do it?

He was defending himself.

Now, I'm not gonna testify
against my brother.

I turned that Karen loose.

Just looking at some documents
relevant to Don here.

Don's 37.

Since he's 18,
he's in the joint 16 and a half years.

And none of those
were wrong beefs.

For nine separate collars?

Yet so often we hear this nonsense regards
the incorrigible criminals.

And, uh, this information
out of our ballistics unit, Don?

This says the bullet from your shoulder
came from the DOA's gun.

- Sounds bad.
- Your brother gave you up, Don.

- No, he didn't.
- No?

He didn't tell me that you said
that this guy owed you money?

How his girlfriend didn't want
you driving her car,

so he said that he would drive you?

And here you come,
running after the stickup,

saying, "The guy pulled a piece on me.
I had to shoot him in self-defense."

That's wet behind the ears,
wouldn't you say, Don?

- Kid even believes self-defense.
- So where's the part where he gave me up?

Oh, so we disagree,
did Jerry mean the flip?

Well, let me give you that he didn't.
He's not looking for any deals.

He will never give you guys a statement.

Ever hear of a DA losing a case
with circumstantial evidence up the ass,

but no confession?

Why not roll the dice right, Don, huh?

You crap out,
no one's screwed but your brother,

'cause he will go away
for the homicide too.

- He didn't do nothin'.
- Mm-mmm.

It's gotta be, "He didn't, but I did."

- Kiss my ass.
- Hey!

Hit me again.

Appreciate you coming in,
Mr. Bauerline.

Yeah. Uh, do you have information
regarding my wife?

I mean, I'm grateful
you recovered my car, but...

- Did you use that car?
- Um, she had it for the last year.

She took the car
and blew out my my credit cards,

almost ruined my business.

When was the last time
you saw your wife, Mr. Bauerline?

Has something happened to Shelly?
Has she committed a crime?

Your wife was found dead this morning.

She was shot.

I'm very sorry.

This is drugs.
Drugs are involved in this somehow.

Why do you say that?

She got involved, uh, taking heroin.
Got involved with a guy.

I'm sorry. What did you say when we asked
when you saw your wife last?

It was several months.

But you knew
she was seeing someone else?

- That make you mad at her?
- Do you want to know the truth?

I never got mad at her.

I... tried to help her,

tried to be there for her,
tried to talk to her.

Can you tell us where
you were last night, Jim?

I was at my dad's.
He's not been well. I spent the night.

Is that gonna
check out if we call?

- Yes. What do you mean?
- Do you know where Shelly was staying?

No, they got thrown out of the place
that they were staying in.

All I have is the address
of the boyfriend's mother's business.

She gave me a bunch of stories
about how much he needed money.

Something about
some terrible liver disease.

His name is Les Treet.

Excuse me. Uh, Detective Medavoy, NYPD.
Are you Mrs. Treet?

Yes, I am.

This is Detective Lesniak
and Detective Martinez.

We were hoping to speak
to Mr. Treet, if he's here.

- Mr. Treet passed away a year ago.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Other family helping out?
- Well, my son, Les. He's resting.

We've had some break-in attempts.
He's agreed to stay here nights.

We need to speak with your son Les,
Mrs. Treet.

All right. He's upstairs.

Hasn't been feeling well.
He had hepatitis.

He made a little place
for himself up there, in the storage area.

Les! Lester.
Some people want to see you, honey.

Who? I don't know nobody.

Hey, Les. I'm Detective Martinez.
This is Det. Medavoy and Lesniak.

Oh, I told you not to smoke here, honey.

- You know it's very dangerous.
- Yeah. Okay, Ma.

- You live here regular now, Les?
- Helping out Mom.

Well, he has a roommate,
but they're not getting on right now.

He can stay here
till he finds a new place.

You look a little extra tired, Les.
Are you loaded or something?

I told you he's been sick.

- What's the address you been staying at?
- Why?

- What's the address?
- I'm in my family business,

resting, where I happen to work
for my mother.

I'm not bothering nobody.
Isn't that right, Ma?

- Yeah.
- He ashamed of his address

or something?

- Where you been staying?
- Over on Second Avenue.

I thought you were staying
at Shelly Bauerline's.

- I know where I've been staying, Ma.
- Yes, Shelly's, on Avenue D.

- No.
- Come on, Les. Get up. Come on.

Something happened to Les's girlfriend,
Shelly. We have to ask him some questions.

Oh, no, he's got to rest.
Can't you come back?

- Come on, Les.
- He'll be just fine.

Okay. Not so fast, okay?

Hi, Lieutenant.

- How you doing?
- Good.

Well, it looks like
you got some fans at the Borough, Lucy.

Inspector Aiello says
they want you back down there.

Is that so? Right away?

Well, that's the impression I had,

but, um, if you've got some time built up,

maybe you'd like to take it
and go back after Memorial Day.

I was just thinking,
if it's not as much as me

having fans at the Borough and

more like you're not
being satisfied with my work,

I was just hoping
maybe you could give me a few more days

to change your mind.

Well, um...

Y... You got along very well
in a diverse squad.

Um, you're a very pleasant
and friendly person.

But, um, your secretarial skills,
they need a lot of work.

Oh, I'm starting night classes.
I'm taking typing

I'm... and general office management.

Well, I think you need
to complete those before you're,

um, likely to work effectively
in a squad situation.

All right. Thank you for letting me know.

So you keep me posted
on how you do on those courses.

- I will, Lieutenant.
- Okay.

Leo Cohen. I'm riding DA.

Which means you're covering
precinct business

for the district attorney's office today
in this sector of the Borough.

And these are the detectives
I'm looking for,

but I'm gonna come back later
and I'm gonna give you a gold star

for knowing my job specs, okay?

On that homicide this morning,
am I missing something?

Hard for me to imagine.

Why aren't we charging
the Selness brothers?

We're trying to figure out
if the younger one knew what was going on.

That's why juries were invented.

The older brother's
been in the joint his whole life.

The younger brother's clean.

Donald says that he
just asked Jerry to drive.

- What's in that for us?
- You get a statement

- from the older brother.
- Who I've already got by the short hairs.

Younger brother's indictable.

They can worry about
his complicity at trial.

Cohen. We got a more or less
okay kid in there

that just got caught in the switches.

Why not throw the guy a break?
Isn't that part of it too?

Bet you'd have been a decent guy

if somebody would've beat you
three times a week in high school.

The older brother has to exculpate
as to the younger brother's conduct

and corroborate exactly
the younger one's account.

Thanks.

Offer's good to the end of the tour.
Then we charge the both of them.

End of the tour, huh?

You making friends with this guy?

Okay, here's how it stands, Jerry.
The bullet from Donald's shoulder wound?

That matches the weapon
of the store owner

this morning in the homicide.

We got witnesses descriptions
that put you both in the car

leaving the crime scene.

Bloodstains on the car seats,
those are Donald's.

- He's getting charged.
- And you are too.

You're getting charged, too,
Jerry, unless you both give a statement

that corroborates that you did not have
an active role in this.

In other words, I rat Donny out.

Hey, Jerry, did I just not give
you three pieces of evidence

that have nothing to do
with you testifying

against your brother
that are gonna put him in jail?

We're banging our heads
against concrete here.

Jerry, Donald is gone
for the rest of his life.

Okay? Now, that's off the table.

The only question here is what
you're gonna do for the next 25 years.

And the answer's "time in jail,"
if you don't give the statement, huh?

Which can't rat Donald out
'cause unless he cooperates, too,

tells us the same thing
about what happened,

none of this matters anyway, huh?

Uh, coming through in there, Jerry, huh?
Is anybody in the residence?

What if this is a trick or something?
All right? Can I see my brother?

You cannot see your brother.
The statements have to be made separately.

Then how do I know this isn't a trick?

We're working like coolies
to keep this kid out of jail.

He could probably beat it
on a moron defense.

What?

Do you understand
we're trying to help you here?

They found a nine-millimeter in the weeds
about 75 yards from the Camaro. No prints.

- Bobby.
- Yeah.

You were right, Don.
The kid's holding up pretty good.

Mm-hmm. All that time
that you were in the joint,

he probably built up this big idea
of how you were a good guy.

Hey, listen. Every week, all the places
that kid got passed around to,

I wrote to him
and I told him good things.

That kid's three credits
away from his degree.

We found the gun, Don,
with just his prints.

You wearing gloves?

He was probably so scared and nervous
when he was throwing the gun away,

like you told him to,
he forgot to wipe it off.

That kid had nothing to do with this!

- Now, do a decent thing, would you?
- Us?

I had a kid Jerry's age.

He was a great kid.
Nobody didn't like him.

And I can't do nothing for that kid

'cause some scumbag like you
murdered him.

You can give this kid a life,
40, 50 years.

Where he could make some kind
of a contribution,

people are glad he's around.

I'll give a statement.

You want a frickin' statement,

I'll give a statement on how I did it.

Well, the DA's not gonna give him a walk
unless that kid gives a statement too.

So you gotta let him know

that you don't think
that he's letting you down.

- Can I talk to him?
- You can write him a note.

First you give your statement.

Let's do it.

- Hey, Les. You don't feel so good, huh?
- I'm gonna be sick.

- Now?
- I'm gonna be real sick real soon.

Could we work my medication out now
while I'm still well?

Tell us how Shelly
and the other guy got shot.

Then we can look
at the medication question.

Shelly Bauerline's a girl
I've taken drugs with. End of story.

Shelly Bauerline's a girl
you've taken drugs with,

who was found murdered.

Plus, another guy got murdered with her.
Any ideas in that area?

I would like to get
my medication squared away.

Start showing some good faith.

The guy's name is Carl Steppes.

The guy found dead with Shelly?

I'm gonna need Valium and two-milligram
patches of Clonidine so I can sleep.

You shut up about drugs
for five straight minutes,

or we'll lock you down for five hours.

I know about the incident
you're describing, okay?

I helped a person,
whose name I'm not gonna tell you,

who was involved in shooting Carl.

Carl had taken
this person's last dime bag,

which he was saving for his wake up.

But the person was mistaken,
later found the bag on the floor.

He put a Band-Aid on Carl,

'cause he had
this little tiny hole in his chest.

Then he realized he was bleeding
from another hole in his back.

When he picked him up, 'cause
there was blood all over the carpet.

Asked me to help take him out of there.

All right. Where was Shelly in all this?

Shelly,
I and the other person,

we dressed Carl, rolled him up in a rug.

And while we were driving,
it turns out Shelly boots the bag

this guy thought Carl had used,

sitting there, nodding on his wake up.
So then he... he... he... the other guy,

he realized that she had taken
his wake up bag, so then he shot her.

This, uh, mystery guest, Les,
any chance he's made up,

or we're just talkin' about,
uh, you, Carl, Shelly?

No. No. No. And I've shown some pretty
damn good faith here.

I want some medication on the table.

Stop kidding yourself.
This ain't a pharmacy.

Yeah, I happen to know you can get
a doctor to prescribe right now.

No one's prescribing here, Les.

The best you're gonna do is an aspirin
till we get a full statement.

All right. You listen to me.
You listen to me. You listen to me good.

I got methadone prescribed to me legally
in my name. Okay?

And... and I refuse to speak to you
unless that's brought to me

from my mother's place.

It's hidden on the first ledge,
where you were at.

I'll give you what you want.
Just bring me the stuff.

Want to take a ride?

Ah, come on, please. Take a ride with him.

Any kind of commotion, Mr. Bauerline,
you're out of the station house.

I won't cause a commotion.
I just wanna lay eyes on him.

Okay. Have a seat.

I better run this by the boss.

- Thanks.
- DOA's estranged husband, boss.

Uh, we're picking up the perp's meds,

he's out there trying to get the mother
to tell him what's going on.

So, why'd you bring him back?

We collared up off this guy
giving us the address. He's heartbroken.

He... he just wants to see
what this creep looks like.

- He gets a look.
- Uh, we found Treet's methadone.

You know, verifying the prescription.

I figured I'd give him, like,
a quarter dose just to get him rolling.

You feel the need to go
into more detail on this with me, Greg?

- No, sir.
- Good.

Les has me on a 45-second cycle
seeing if you guys got back.

Yeah.

Listen, the DOA's husband
was out at Treet's place.

We said we'd give him a look.

Could you just sit with him, Adrianne,

till we see how this bum acts
on this stuff?

No problem.

- Okay.
- Imagine if I got past seventh grade.

World's had a boot on your neck
right along, Don.

No question in my mind on that score.

So now, Jerry's gotta
give up his statement.

And that's how we've been in there
twice more with him.

He says that he's not gonna do it
unless you and him talk private,

you give him an okay.

You said him and me couldn't talk.

We're gonna break the rules,
give the kid one last chance.

We're gonna bring Jerry in here
and let you talk to him.

He'll give a statement or he won't.
But that's it for us in this case.

Then the DA can have it.

And they'll go after both of you.

Get him to give it up, Don.

We'll be watching
through that mirror here.

I know that's a shock to you.

Okay. Let's go.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You all right?

- They hit you?
- No.

Come here. Sit down.

You gotta give up a statement, Jer.
All right?

You know, just tell the truth.
Tell 'em what you did.

No. No, you wouldn't do that to me.

Uh, don't make it no worse for me.
I already gave them a statement.

You know? You just look out
for yourself here now.

- Myself?
- Yeah.

Donny, you're my brother.

I wanted to have
some kind of life with you.

- It didn't work out this time.
- Oh, no, Donny.

You know, the best time I ever had,
best part of my life,

was when I was writing letters to you,
imagining that I was helping you.

If you're outside, you could give me some
of the life that you got.

You know, when we're alone in a cell,
we... we...

we got nothing except dreams
about what's out there.

You can give me some of that.
You could give me the ocean.

You know? I mean, I can be right there.

I could be puking off the side
of a fishing boat.

You know, I mean,
you get incarcerated, I got no dreams.

I'm dead.

- We're lucky, you and I.
- Yeah.

I can line my walls
with pictures of your kids.

- I need you to help me here, Jer.
- No, Donny!

Come here, come here,
come here, come here.

No, no! Donny!

Come on, come on, come on.

You just write the statement, all right?

- Okay.
- All right.

Carl had to slam crank.
I could walk away from crank today.

I'll do it, if it's in front of me.
I'm not gonna sit here and lie to you.

But 11:00 to 5:00 dope is me.

I saw a guy bit his tongue off
behind crank.

His jaw locked up.

Hey, stop the drug seminar.
Did you shoot Carl?

I confess to shooting Carl Steppes...

over a misunderstanding
over his taking my wake-up dope

and in disposing of his body.
I confess I killed Shelly Bauerline,

who'd shot my wake-up dope herself
while we were driving Carl's body

and who'd wound up
a skanky dime-bag whore.

I'm less sure I gave her the hep
than she gave it to me.

I will not sign this as a statement

until I've received the rest of my legally
prescribed medication.

Are you goin' to get it?

I gotta check with your clinic doctor.

Don't feel the need
to hold nothing back while I'm gone.

All right. All right?
It's a roll of the wheel now.

If you want, Mr. Bauerline,

you can take your look at him
now through the window.

Can I listen to what he's saying?

Uh, I think we'll just
stick with the look.

I'll be right back.

He looks like a rat.
That's who she left me for?

I loved her.

I wanted to make a life with her,
have a family.

She told me all she cared about was...

feeling that warm go through her,
the drugs going into her body.

I don't believe
that's truly who Shelly was.

I mean, I've known her
since... since high school.

I've known her since she was 15 years old.

- I...
- Mr. Bauerline.

Why don't you and I go out
for a cup of coffee?

Hmm?

- I really wouldn't want to impose.
- It's not an imposition.

Come on. Let's go.

You know what I'm really gonna miss?
These cards for that vending machine.

- No, thanks.
- Detective Sipowicz.

Listen, uh, I got a personal function.
I just... I just want to say so long.

You didn't get a haircut coupon, free.

Well, Sylvia liked how you did it before.

I think there's the guy
you're looking for.

Anyways, I got this personal function.
Good luck to you, John.

Thank you, Detective.
Thank you for being my friend.

Mother! Didn't I specifically request
you not do this?

I thought your friends might like a sweet.

The... These are my colleagues,
and this is Noreen Irvin,

with whom I'm going
to be having a very serious

conversation when we get home.

Come on, John.
You got cake eaters waiting.

How are you doing?
I'm Lieutenant Fancy.

She does make the best Bundt cake
in all five boroughs.

You!

I can't believe you did this.

- Hi. Greg Medavoy.
- Anne McGuire.

- You're in Anti-crime, huh?
- Yeah. For the last couple of months.

You're the phantom of the crib.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I... I've been staying there
during some domestic upset.

No more though. I'm moving out tomorrow.

I found a pleasant three-room apartment
in Brooklyn.

- That's good.
- Yeah, I... I'm very pleased.

- What about yourself? Where do you live?
- Hempstead.

- Yeah, I live with my folks.
- Bundt cake.

- Thanks, John.
- Thank you.

Yeah, I used to live in Nassau.

Uh, my ex and my kids still live there.
Drive can get iffy sometimes.

Well, I do mostly 6:00 to 2:00,
so that's not too bad.

- Ah, then you're in good shape.
- Yeah.

Hi.

So, DA Cohen put
the younger brother in for a walk.

- Good.
- Yeah.

It's nice when one works out.

Would you like some Bundt cake,
young man?

Uh, this is Detective Simone, Mother.
My mom, Noreen Irvin.

- Pleased to meet you.
- I knew this was him.

My son says you're
the greatest policeman since Jack Webb.

That's pretty good company, huh.

Mother, I'm going to leap
through an open window.

Diane and I were just talking
about taking advantage of the weather

and go out for a little walk,
having some dinner.

So, you won't take any offense
if I save my appetite?

I'm just hoping the weather
holds through the weekend.

John is treating me to a trip

- to Fire Island.
- Really?

Do you want to show them
my baby pictures too?

- You take care, John.
- You too.

- And good luck on this new assignment.
- Yes!

- Come and see us.
- I will.

Thanks a lot.

You looked like a deer in headlights
when his mom came over.

I just had eyes to get out.

Lovely spring thus far, huh?
I... I've been remarkably allergy-free.

Both of your sons are with you.

Try to pray.

The servant of God, Theo,
is brought within the church...

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

Amen.

I shall enter your house, O' Lord.
I shall worship in your temple.

The servant of God, Theo,

is brought before you
in the name of the Father

and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

In the middle of the church,
I shall praise you.

The servant of God, Theo,

is brought within the church,
in the name of the Father...

Please keep care of my other son, too,
and take him to your heart.

Amen.

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

Now, Master,

let your servant depart in peace,
according to your promise

for my eyes have seen your salvation

which you have prepared
in the presence of all peoples.

Bless and keep my son who's gone.
And bless and keep all my family

and give me strength to be a good person.

Glory to you, O God, our hope.
Glory to you.

May Christ have mercy on us
and save us,

for he's a good and merciful God
who loves mankind.

Through the prayers
of our holy fathers, Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

- This was good, huh?
- Yeah. It's good.

You know, ever since I improved
on that first course

for you over at Oswaldo's,

you haven't been showing
much enthusiasm about our meals.

Well, you know,
I'd ask you to slide over here

and, uh, do something about that.

I got a better idea.
You got any vacation time?

I think I have nine days left.
I used some up with my mom.

You want to throw some things together,
drive down to the shore for a while?

- You mean it?
- I don't trifle about vacations, Diane.

Twenty minutes after I met you,

I was hoping real bad
you were gonna be a nice guy.

As good a cop and as hot as you were,

I knew I was gonna have feelings for you.

How lucky I turned out.

- Is that a "yeah" on the vacation?
- Yeah.

I want to spend some time with you.

Excuse me.

Let's get out of town.

Thanks.