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So, uh, how do you pronounce "Rathskellar"?

You just did.

And you're sure they have non-alcoholic drinks?

I swear by the eyes of my children.

You have children?

Four from two different marriages.

You didn't know?

She's pulling my leg, right?

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Give me 15 to get changed.

Just found out we're a little light on manpower

for the midnight tour, and I have an assignment

for anyone willing to go

for four more hours O.T.

Could use the green. You?

Right here, Sarge.

Sector Adam. Welcome to your first car.

You're heading into Saturday night out there,

so eyes in the back of your head, if you please.

See you when I see you.

Yes, ma'am.

Harper and McLaren, I heard you guys volunteer,

too, correct?

We did? Sector car?

Footpost 52.

Next time, let the kid raise his hand, slick.

Hm.

Oh, no. Shut up!

I thought that was you! What are you doing here?

Well, I could ask you the same thing.

What, you get tired of all the bozoed cops over at Coogan's?

This has a little more potential.

You know, financially, crowd turnover...

You mean tips, right?

Yeah. Never met a cop

that didn't hate a nickel 'cause it wasn't a dime.

But look, it's your unlucky day,

'cause the 2-2 found you again.

Small world.

Since you're here, and I'm here, how about a Vodka tonic?

You got it.

I'm gonna...

All right, Dan.

What are you doing?

You waiting for someone? Oh.

Nope. I just didn't feel like going home yet. You?

Yeah, what you said.

How long a drive you have?

About 45 minutes or an hour.

Westchester?

Long Island. You?

A 20-minute subway ride.

Do you take the subway this time of night?

Well, you know, my Bentley's in the shop.

Besides, I'm armed.

You mind if I, uh...?

Yeah, sure.

Is a Martini a cocktail?

You don't know?

No, I do.

I just can't come up with a response witty enough.

Why do you always tease me?

I do?

I don't know.

Um, that's how I get by with men.

Well, why don't we drop it, just for tonight?

Honestly, that would be a relief.

So...

So, how are you doing after last week?

Oh, you mean the Fred Wheeler thing?

Mm-hmm.

It's over.

The dogs bark, and the caravan moves on.

What's that mean?

It means you suit up the next day,

just like you did the day before.

Oh.

A psychiatrist would die of starvation around you.

My wife made me see a shrink once.

He quit me.

Do you ever miss Afghanistan?

I miss my family, yeah.

Some of them made it out to Pakistan with me,

but I was the only one to go on to London after.

I lived with an uncle who had a pizzeria there.

Hmm.

I was his delivery boy for a year.

And then here?

Then here.

Didn't like London?

Didn't like my uncle.

So, how am I doing?

What do you mean?

You know, the job.

Oh, come on.

It's after midnight, we're drinking here.

Oh, you're not.

Kelly?

Kelly?

Oh, Kelly?

So, pizza's a halal food?

You know about halal?

May not get out that much,

but I do live in the world.

Somewhat.

Excuse me.

One second.

Dana, um...

Dana, uh...

Dana, uh...

I'd like to move beyond six months of flirtation,

and speak to you from the heart about this connection

I believe we've both felt since my first day at the precinct.

No.

You're fine.

What?

You asked me how you were doing. You're doing fine.

Good.

Captain? How about a vodka tonic here?

How about a vodka ton... Sorry.

How's everybody doing tonight?

Listen, first the Fat Boys break up

Now every day I wake up

Somebody got something to say

Where's the love?

Look, scrapper, I got nephews to look after

I'm not lookin' at you dudes, I'm looking past ya

Ain't no love

In the heart of the city

I said, "Where's the love?"

Ain't no love

In the heart of town

Holler at me

Ain't no love

In the heart of the city

Where's the love?

Listen up. I want everybody

to raise your cell phones

up in the air as high as you can.

You get one chance,

so listen and do it!

Be cool. Be cool.

It doesn't get any better than this.

Come on, this isn't exactly the Batmobile.

Hanover 17.

All right, it kind of is.

It's a chariot of righteousness.

Stick with Batmobile.

Sector Adam, respond

to a noise complaint in front of 1114 Riverside.

Loud music.

Sector Adam. Show us responding.

Siren. You are such a boy.

Look, well, look, can I at least turn on the flashers?

I'm not stopping you.

Thank you.

Hey, turn it off.

What?

I said turn it off.

We can't hear you. The music's too loud.

Oh, it is good, though, man.

Like, one of those. You all need

to be more considerate of other people's needs.

Like for sleep.

It's called common courtesy.

What are you doing?

Hey, you-you need to consider people needs. It won't go off.

- It's called common courtesy. - Got to turn it off.

- You got to turn it off. - I tried it. I tried that.

Give me a second.

You.

Both registers.

Quick.

What if they toss us?

Then you follow my lead,

clear the line of fire.

Wallets, purses, rings, watches.

All manner of bling.

Dump everything

on the tables.

That's why I love

the city, man.

Seven million voices broadcasting,

"Here I am".

Each one tuned to a different station.

You know, I always see you jotting stuff down

in that notebook of yours, but...

do you ever do anything with it?

You mean, like, writa?

See, the thing is, Kenny,

got this kind of full-time job I'm working on.

What, a cop never wrote a book?

Not for 15 years.

I wasn't a writer anyway.

I was a reporter.

Means, the phone rings, you race to the scene,

you hoover up the information, you call the newsroom

and dump it on some superannuated guy in rewrites

who tries to convert it into readable prose.

Well, I'll tell you, though, man,

when I got canned, I thought,

"Hey, okay, here's an opportunity." Right?

Here's an opportunity to be like a real, you know, writer.

Ray Harper unleashed.

But, uh, you know what happened?

I took one look

at the blank page, man,

and I sharpened 50 pencils

and raced to the nearest bar,

started throwing back the brown stuff like it was...

mother's milk.

You were scared.

Yeah, you think?

Let's check this out.

Oh, man!

Are you kidding me?

I'm getting a contact high just standing here.

You think you might be a little bit too stoned to drive?

No, sir, I'm not.

Oh, yeah? Your eyes look

like two cherries floating in buttermilk.

The car is clean, I-I swear.

Give me your keys.

You're gonna frisk us?

I'm gonna let you sit there

for an hour or two and sober up, and I will then return

the key to you. In the meantime,

enjoy the rest of your rapidly dwindling highs.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Nice phone. What is it, the new Sorcerer?

Didn't you hear my friend earlier tell everybody

to hold up their cell phones?

I forgot I had it on me.

Okay, okay, you forgot.

Just be cool.

You think Ahmad's in there getting lucky right now?

Ahmad couldn't get lucky in a harem.

Should we stick our heads in, bust his chops a little?

No.

Guy's got enough problems.

Where's your purse?

I always let the boy pay.

And where's the boy?

We had a fight. Where's the boy?!

I said... Freeze! Don't move!

Police! Get Down!

Put it down! Put down the gun!

Is that Kelly from Coogan's?

10-13, we have shots fired

at the Harlem Rathskellar,

124 and Lennox.

Hostage situation

involving a silver Infinity.

Call for a bus!

Tell them we got an officer down!

Dana? Dana, can you hear me?

Central, 124 and Lennox.

The Harlem Rathskellar.

We got a cop shot in the neck; we need a bus forthwith.

Stay with us, Apple.

GSW, I think it nicked the jugular

from the amount of blood loss.

BP is 70/40 and dropping.

All right, keep up the pressure on the Venus.

Give her four units.

Get a surgeon down here stat

to extract the bullet before it slams into the carotid.

Danny, your people all okay tonight?

Or do we have a problem?

No problem. No time to get drunk.

Just coming off tour.

Glad to hear it.

Detectives are gonna want you back at the house ASAP.

Come on, let's catch an R and P back to the house.

It was my fault.

Why did I come out like that?

Is she going to be okay?

I didn't know what to do; I thought he was gonna shoot her.

No. L-Look, you did... you gotta take it easy

on yourself, all right?

You know, you did what you thought was right.

I thought...

I panicked.

Is she going to die?

I have no idea.

What would you have done?

I have no idea.

I need your gun.

We saw the perps running out of here.

They took a couple of shots at us.

Why don't you guys go back to the house

and wait for the detectives to interview you.

Okay.

Hey, you two.

That table over there.

They're a pain in the ass.

Get their pedigree before they squirrel out of here.

I'm Officer Perry.

We'd like to get some information from you...

We did not see anything different

from what everybody else saw.

Three white guys...

three guns, one hostage.

Boom, boom, boom.

Anybody use any names?

Nope. Okay, what were they wearing?

Something appropriate for an armed robbery.

A police officer's in the hospital.

Took a bullet that could've just as easily

had your name on it.

I can sit here all night

until you guys lose the attitude.

Hoodies, jeans, tennis shoes,

nothing memorable.

Like I said, perfect for an armed robbery.

Any distinguishing marks, scars, hair?

No. Yes.

The guy had a sleeve. A sleeve?

Solid tattoo from wrist to elbow. He did?

Yes.

I saw it on his arm when he stretched out to shoot.

Which guy?

The one who got wounded.

Torres,

you can't give Apple your blood.

She don't want your blood.

Why not?

We're both AB positive.

How the hell do you know her blood type?

Well, I checked before I came.

Didn't you?

How's she doing?

We don't know yet.

It's been like...

It's been like 90 minutes.

I mean, the perps could be on a plane to Paris by now.

Hey, boss...

uh, sorry, could you give us a time frame?

The squad is overwhelmed sifting through the witnesses.

Why don't you get something to eat,

come back in a couple hours, all right?

Hey, listen.

This wounded perp, right?

He's gonna need to get medical attention fast.

So? So we can go get Chinese,

or we can make ourselves useful.

I vote we make ourselves useful.

Why didn't you intervene?

Well, as long as they weren't firing,

I wasn't gonna show myself or my people, you know?

It was too crowded, it was too dangerous.

And the customer that got his jaw broken?

You have three potential shooters...

you have 50 or 60 people

in various states of inebriation, right?

And then there was me and three other armed cops,

the senior of which had two years on the job.

I opted to allow for a broken jaw rather than

swim in a sea of blood.

I took my cue from my sergeant.

Tried to play it cool.

Absorbed as many details as I could.

When Ahmad came out of the bathroom...

and the gunfire started...

I drew and fired, too.

Do you know how many shots you fired?

I-I-I would guess three.

You fired ten.

Don't ask.

So what made you finally decide to come out of the bathroom

with your gun drawn?

I thought someone was about to die.

Hi, Sarge, um, the other Sarge told us

to take a powder for a couple of hours.

Was thinking about getting some food, uh,

checking on Apple, I just was... oh.

Put some gas in it before you bring it back. Oh, thanks.

Where do you want to start looking?

Uh, shot dude. ERs.

No. There are hospital alerts out on this guys

in all five boroughs and the tri-state area by now.

So he's got to take the road less traveled...

You know, you know, they always wind up

at a veterinarian in the movies.

You know, my dad told me about this mortician up here

who wasn't opposed to sewing up the occasional off-hour felon.

Are you talking about Isaiah Wheaton?

I did a profile on him way back.

The guy's been dead for two years. Then who?

All right.

Word is, this guy's got a tattoo sleeve on one arm.

That's just what people saw,

so who knows how inked up the guy really is? Okay, so?

Who else is open this late, has got gauze, antiseptic,

and knows their way around a needle?

You know any all-night tattoo parlors?

Eh, maybe. A couple.

Lead the way.

Got a quick question for you.

Was Apple carrying tonight?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

She came to the hospital with no gun.

Could it still be in the bar?

Crime scene says no.

You know...

when the perps were backing out,

people were still running for cover.

This one busboy bent over and picked up a napkin as he ran.

I noticed because I thought it was funny.

What is he doing cleaning up in the middle of a firefight?

Or the gun could be under the napkin.

That everyone?

Yeah, everyone in the kitchen and the basement.

Where's Victor? Who's Victor?

Uh, Victor Perreira, one of our busboys.

I have his address in the computer downstairs.

Go down with him and get it, okay?

Okay. Let's go.

You guys are going to have to run down this address for me.

Just remember there's a chance that

this guy's got Apple's gun, so...

go slow and go smart. Yes, sir.

Think Ink,

Black and Blue, Black Magic,

Flesh and Fire.

You know, if nothing else, about five designs I've seen

I'd like to check out.

They're closed?

I don't know. Lights are on in the back.

Lydia, Lydia, Lydia,

the human encyclopedia.

Can we come in? What for?

Oh, I-I just... Old lady dumped me.

Need a cover-up.

You have a warrant?

Take us ten minutes to get one.

Meanwhile, we can have this place surrounded in five.

Nice.

This guy's a regular hard-ass.

Won't give up his partner.

Says he's always better in prison than out.

I don't know if we can turn this guy.

Four of my kids could've died tonight.

A fifth from last year still might.

Danny... I know you're frustrated,

but we're not exactly half-stepping here.

Look, we all know each other.

All due respect to the squad,

but would you consider giving me a moment with him?

To do what?

Turn back the clock 30 years.

Okay, here comes the big beat-down.

First you're gonna carefully take off your wristwatch, and...

then you're gonna slowly roll up your sleeves,

and then go round the room...

Please! Help!

No...!

Help...!

People bleed.

It don't mean that they die.

I had a friend of mine killed right in front of my eyes

when I was ten.

Shot by accident... from across the playground.

It was two other guys having a beef.

I mean, I refused to go to his funeral.

My mom...

she beat my ass real good for that.

But I just didn't want to go.

Funny thing is that...

now...

after all that we've seen...

You still feel like a rookie?

Me, either.

He changed his mind.

He wants to talk.

Amos Potter.

Me, him and Rafer knew each other from Cape Vincent.

Where do I find him?

If I knew...

at this point, you'd know, too.

He's got a hostage.

That puts kidnapping on you.

You mean Kelly?

She ain't no hostage.

She's Amos's old squeeze!

What?

The whole thing was her idea.

She saw how much that joint was pulling in on the weekends

and got us all together.

We all know Kelly.

She served me beer any number of times,

but can I really say I know her?

I don't buy it.

I think he's yanking our chain,

tell us any story to keep us working,

buy Amos some time, maybe build a defense.

When I went in there tonight,

it was very hard to get her attention.

She spent more time on her cell than she did serving drinks.

Who was she calling?

I don't know.

Maybe those three skells.

You know, tell them the place is lousy with cops

and abort the robbery.

At any rate, she didn't seem

like she reached anybody.

I still don't buy it.

Well, what's the harm in dumping

her cell phone calls from tonight?

See who she's so hell-bent on reaching?

Fine. You got a friendly judge

you can call this time of night?

Oh, yeah.

I could never understand why people get tattoos.

Really?

I like mine. The thing is... start small

and never ever get anybody's name tattooed on you.

Why not?

Well, because, you know, people are fickle,

and then, you know,

you wind up with your ex-girlfriend's name

on your chest till the day you die.

Or ex-wife.

So stupid. If you had

to get a tattoo, what would you get?

A Yankees seal.

It's imaginative.

I don't know.

Give me an arm.

That's nice.

That's sort of what

it's like except much more painful.

?Qui?nes?

La policia! Abre!

?Que paso?

?Donde esta Victor?

No se.

Donde... could he be?

Get up!

Where's the gun?

I don't got it.

You know what you didn't say?

"What gun?" So where is it?

What gun?

Too late.

I sold it.

To who?

You know what time it is?

Whoa!

He's clean.

What the hell you do to me, Victor?

Hey.

How you holding up?

Better than her.

It's like I dreamt the whole thing.

I know the feeling.

I've seen so much horror in my life,

but I was never the perpetrator.

Whoa. Perpetrator?

If I had just stayed in the bathroom, she'd be fine.

Oh, listen, listen to me.

Things like this,

there's very little thought involved.

It is all instinct.

And your instinct was to save people,

to stop a bad situation getting worse.

Yeah, but look at her. If I only...

Stop it.

From what I heard, if you didn't

come out when you did, there's a good chance

he would have blown her head off.

The fact of the matter is

that nobody knows how else

things would have turned out.

There's a dozen bad outcomes I can imagine without you

ever having left the bathroom.

And if any of them came to pass,

you'd be trapped in that room the rest of your life.

Hey... look at me.

Go back in there and keep her company.

You're the super here?

Yeah, and for two other buildings up the block.

Hardworking man.

Look, I ain't never broke no law in my life,

but my wife died two years ago,

and I'll be damned if my son grows up an orphan.

I put out that I wanted a gun. Victor never said

it belonged to a shot cop,

and I feel sorry about that police officer.

But I was just trying to protect me and my boy.

So where is it?

I put it in there. I know I did.

Look, I swear I stashed it right in the toolbox!

Hey, calm down. Could someone have taken it?

Rickey. Rickey?!

Rickey?!

My boy's 15. He's been getting

a lot of grief from the bangers in his school.

Did he know about the gun?

I didn't think so,

but it's gone and he's gone.

Okay, how do we find him?

I have no idea.

Kelly made seven calls tonight to the same number.

Cell phone registered to...

a Louise Potter,

63 John Street, Staten Island.

Louise Potter. Amos Potter.

Mother, sister, wife.

Huh.

Cell phone is in the house right now.

I think we posse up.

I need another favor.

This is probably not what it looks like.

This squad's going after Amos Potter.

Since you two went above and beyond hunting down Max,

there's a place for you on a posse.

Do I have time to...?

No.

All right.

Amos, did I wake you? No? Good.

Do yourself a favor, look out your window.

He says if you don't all pack up,

he' gonna kill me and then kill himself!

Nobody's dying today, Kelly.

The best thing for all concerned is

to come on out of the house, let us talk this through.

I know that you know me from Coogan's, and I got

to tell you, I know you two a little bit.

I know you're no hostage

and I know that you're a little bit behind all this.

Hold your fire!

Listen to me. There's only one way you can win this

and that is by remaining alive.

You come out now.

We have a lot of jumpy, pissed-off cops out here

and not a lot of patience.

This is the last request.

Come out the front door, weapons first, hands in the air.

You know, if they don't come out the way he's asking, right,

if they decide to go all Bonnie and Clyde on us?

It's firing squad time.

So start wrapping your heads around that.

I don't know if I can look someone in the face and shoot.

Let's just point our guns and yell, "Bang."

What do you say?

He's got his phone off.

He never has his phone off.

There's this one gang,

HDP, "Homeboys Don't Play."

They been giving him the most trouble.

They're on 129th between Lenox and Fifth.

We cruised that street three times already.

It's time to take you to the precinct,

start making some notifications.

All clear.

Give me your weapon.

I don't think I hit 'em.

No, I...

I definitely didn't hit 'em.

Hey, guess what, we recovered Apple's gun.

Rickey! He's arrested?!

Did he shoot someone? No, not at all.

He's the one that brought it in.

Said he found it in the street.

Yeah?

We have Apple's gun.

What did you do?!

Me? Dad, are you crazy?

Who were you gonna shoot?

When we get home, we're gonna have us a serious talk.

Am I under arrest?

Kid found the gun in the street.

Go home, talk to your son.

Hey.

Just so you know, they got 'em.

Can I tell you the obvious?

I've never been through anything like this in my life.

Me, neither.

You get a chance to call your wife about it?

Uh, nah.

I stopped calling her about stuff like that years ago.

It's good.

You? Did you talk to anybody?

No.

Nobody to talk to.

I'm good.

Me, too.

Ahmad...

Yeah?

Were we having a good conversation earlier?

We were beginning to.

They shot the tiger on his chain

In a field behind the cages

He walked in circles till he was crazy

And he lived that way forever

And he lived that way beside them

Separate from the other tigers

He did not know another tiger

They shot the tiger on his chain

In a field behind the cages

He walked in circles till he was crazy

And he lived that way forever

And he lived that way forever

Just as long as he could remember

If he'd wanted to remember

They shot the tiger on his chain

In a field behind the cages

He walked in circles till he was crazy

And he lived that way forever

And he lived that way beside them

Separate from the other tigers

He did not know another tiger

I'm so tired,

I can't even hit on you.

I can barely muster the strength

to tell you it's never gonna happen.

They shot the tiger on his chain

In a field behind the cages

He walked in circles till he's crazy

And he lived that way forever

And he lived that way forever

Just as long as he could remember

If he'd wanted to remember

Okay, thank you for the ride.

No problem.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm just... I...

I still don't quite feel like going home yet.

In a field behind the cages

Come inside with me.

He walked in circles till he was crazy

And he lived that way forever

They shot the tiger on his chain

They shot the tiger on his chain

They shot the tiger on his chain

They shot the tiger on his chain

They shot the tiger on his chain

They shot the tiger on his chain.

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