All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S03E17 - Hollie and the Blowfish (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

- Got him, huh?
- Yeah.

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

- Huh.
- This blowfish

can inflate five times his present size.

- Huh.
- Yeah. He can threaten an enemy,

uh, impress a female blowfish.
What's up?

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

No, not trouble. I know him.

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

Yeah, I like everybody.

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

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

Oh, man, please!

Ferdinand, are you working here?

- He just gets out of Attica.
- Comstock.

You don't write, you don't call.

I come out on the street
with my partner here,

and you setting up for business.

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

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

I'm just checking the atmosphere.

You looking to take off
Colombians now, Ferdinand?

'Cause that's living pretty large.

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

Man, a couple more minutes
out there, and I'm gone!

Oh, you know how that goes, Ferdinand.

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

Damn it!

Can I help you?

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

Which is Detective Sipowicz's desk?

- Over there.
- Thank you.

I'll file that information.

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

Son, if I tell you that,
I gotta kill you, hmm?

Yeah?

Sergeant Ray Kahlins, Lieutenant.
NYPD detail to the HIDA task force.

Yeah, I got the memo you'd be setting up
here on the Barnes case.

Two drug crews shooting out,
the only casualty's a ten-year-old

- on her way to school, huh?
- Yeah.

We got two empty rooms
you can use in Anticrime.

- That's up on the third floor.
- Great.

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

You gotta be kidding.

We're federally funded, Lieutenant.
We got new cars. We got new radios.

Unlimited overtime.

Yeah. State police
are working with you too?

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

So, how you doing on the case?

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

- Thanks for the space.
- Yeah.

Hey, Diane?

- Morning, boss.
- Yeah, morning. Um...

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

- They're on the Barnes homicide?
- Yeah.

It's a different
kind of investigative work.

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

I thought it might be good experience
for you working with them.

- Sure, I'd like that.
- The guy running the details

from our job, Sergeant Kahlins.

Go on out and introduce yourself.

- I appreciate the look, Lieutenant.
- Yeah.

Uh-huh.

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

Never mind, never mind,
I'll just shorten it.

Tread lightly through
your thinking for me,

turning this Ferdinand loose.

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

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

He comes in on his own.
He's off this piece.

He's not looking at a collar.

He's gonna have
a whole lot better attitude.

You see those tracks on his hands?

You see those tracks on his hands?

Yeah, he's been shooting up
his whole life, coke and dope, both.

So we know he's reliable.

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

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

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

- Yeah, huh?
- Yeah.

Oh, man.

- Who's that?
- Some loudmouth crap-artist.

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

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

- Sergeant Ray Kahlins.
- Good to meet you, Sarge.

- Diane Russell.
- Hi.

- Hi. How's it going, Diane?
- I just got some good news.

My boss wants me
to work on your task force.

I knew I liked that guy.

So, Andy, still closing down the bars?

No. Not too much.

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

And this guy is one of them.

- So this is where you landed, huh?
- Yeah.

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

Andy.

Yeah. Look, I'd stick around
for more career evaluation,

but we gotta talk to this guy.

- Go on.
- Get out of here.

- Nice to meet you.
- Same here.

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

Hey, Diane, body in a basement
on Hester Street,

- you want to work it with us?
- Boss just assigned me to the task force

- on the Barnes homicide.
- Hey, good for you, that's great.

James Martinez, Greg Medavoy,

- Sergeant Ray Kahlins.
- How's it going?

I noticed you got
a Ranger jacket on there.

- Yeah.
- Yeah our Miss Abandando, big Ranger fan.

Is that so? I won this on a bet.

So, you got a stinker
down on Hester Street?

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

Yeah, you know, I used to own
a couple of them loft buildings

over there by Ludlow.

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

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

and cleared myself 80 large.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Anyways, we better get over there.

So... Diane, think you could point me
in the general direction of the, uh,

- Anticrime section?
- It's right upstairs.

Okay. Guys, let's go, we're moving out.

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

Made myself somewhere
between 80, 90 thousand dollars.

Watching you drink coffee
makes my teeth hurt.

I'm a fiend for sweets.

Dope, cocaine, sweets.

All I want is everything.

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

Antoine? He dead.
Got the virus, went real quick.

- A lot of guys have got that bug now, man.
- Yeah, a lot of guys do.

So, what do you have for show and tell?

- Rent's due, huh?
- First of the month, Holmes.

How about I put two bodies
on Marcus Edmonds?

I mean, he dead now, so he's past minding.

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

Guy's been dead for four months.

Every snitch in the city's
still trying to put murders on him.

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

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

Them bodies in the stairwell.

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

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

All right, all right,
we'll get back to that.

How about something fresh?

How about that bodega last month,
Avenue "B,"

where the counter man got shot?

- How about it?
- Fresh enough?

- Let's hear it.
- Shooter was Lynwood Truett.

Used to be with
the Diamond in the Raw Crew.

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

Second man in that job was Andre Boyd.
He been on Rikers last couple of weeks.

- You need a witness?
- You got Marletta Weeks.

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

- Where's this Marletta live?
- Alphabet City somewheres.

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

Can I get back
to my own little drama now?

Who were those Colombians
you were looking to take off?

Man, they're my business.

- Your business?
- Damn straight.

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

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

I tend to mess with armed robbery, yeah.

- Bobby, man, chill your partner down.
- No, you see, I... I got a vision

of a street full of taxpayers...

getting caught in the cross fire,
Ferdinand,

- while you do business with your .38.
- Forty-four.

My mistake.

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

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

and they Jersey bound.

Man, they give it up, wail like bitches.

Only fools stop and trifle with a .44.

I need your beeper number, Ferdinand.

Yeah, okay.

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

- Can't even write my numbers good.
- I should've stayed in school.

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

- Actually, he looks pretty fresh.
- Yeah.

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

Santeria... offering to the saints.

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

See? He's wearing all white.

They do that
for the first two years for purity.

This is where
he must've made his offerings.

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

Look at this. Goats, roosters...

The santero sacrifices to the ancient gods
and Catholic saints.

He uses them for white magic,
no black magic though.

- That's Palo Mayombe.
- You know all about this stuff.

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

On Sundays, you couldn't go
into my cousin's basement

without stepping on a rooster's head.

People from the neighborhood
would come to my Tío Pepe

to put a trabajito on their enemies.

- W... what's a trabajito?
- That's like a little work, like a hex.

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

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

Y... you'd call a Catholic priest
about a witch doctor?

They're not witch doctors, Greg.

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

Yeah? Live and learn.

Life's not all Ozzie and Harriet.

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

Morrissey and Regina caught

that bodega homicide
your C.I. told you about.

They're coming in on a 41.

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

Turn her over to Morrissey
when he gets in.

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

Putting those on Marcus Edmonds.

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

So, you gonna need anything
from the snitch fund?

No. Uh-huh.

Is he up on a charge?

- He just got out, did a three-year bit.
- So what do you got over him?

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

Give me a hint.

The bit was for
sticking up drug dealers.

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile we get these clearances.

Clearances are great.

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

- Yeah, that's how I read it.
- When you saw this guy was looking

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

Mm-hmm, he used to hit independents.

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

You thinking 'cause
maybe he's got the virus,

he's, uh, taking more chances.

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

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

I don't really figure him like that,
Andy, but, uh...

- It may be worth a conversation.
- Detective squad, one moment.

Welfare's on line two
about a Marletta Weeks.

Ah.

- Hey.
- How's it going?

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

- Yeah.
- Gonna get you some profile.

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

We'll get the address
from the postal inspector.

Yeah, you got detail
on that Barnes investigation, huh?

You work with my boss before?

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

- Sylvia.
- Hi.

Some affidavit information
for some warrants from a Sergeant Kahlins?

- Um, he's upstairs.
- Okay.

Hey, um, uh, he can come down here,
you know you don't have to go

- climbing up.
- I'll go get him.

What you getting warrants for?

We're going out
on a couple houses tomorrow.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Has to go to the bathroom
all the time now.

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

- Excuse me, um...
- May I help you?

- Father Ramos.
- Yes?

I'm Detective Martinez,
thanks for coming in.

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

- This is Detective Medavoy.
- Hi.

Yeah.

This is from
the medical examiner's office.

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

It's Miguel, Miguel Marquez.

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

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

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

He practiced the white magic only.

Naturally, we discourage
the practice completely.

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

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

Just dial nine, Father.

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

That's right.

Andy and me have gone through
some doors in this job.

Is that so?

We were in service together
at the same time too.

- Vietnam?
- Yes, ma'am during the worst of it.

- Hmm.
- All right, basis for application?

Confidential information
and proceeds of surveillance.

State criminal enterprise you believe
is being conducted on the premises.

Sale and warehouse of drugs.

We are gonna get
a title three out of this.

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

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

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

I have much better things
to do with my time.

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

So, I'm just looking ahead.

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

I'm reeducating her from precinct work.

See, now, federal time,
everything stretches out.

They say it's like that in Hawaii.

Yes, this is my son.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

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

Have anyone angry with him?

No one was angry with my son.

Unless... those who deal
with dark magic.

- Those who call the saints for evil.
- "Paio Mayombay," huh?

What do you know
about Palo Mayombe?

No. I... I... I just heard the term.

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

Tá bien.

Ew.

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

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

- Look at this. Come here.
- What?

Rudolph Haysbert.

New York Division of Parole and Probation,
Manhattan Office.

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

See? They put something in the caldero...

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

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

Unless he's hexing
this Haysbert for a client.

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

Why do you ask me such a question?
I told you Miguel was a healer.

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

Un hombre de Dios, A man of God!

- But...
- She's saying no, Greg.

Okay, yeah. fine, we're just inquiring.

I gotta reach out to this C.I. tomorrow,

make sure he's not
on some kind of kamikaze run.

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

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

- Loose?
- Yeah.

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

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

I'm glad Fancy likes my work.

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

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

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

If we don't get
something off these warrants tomorrow,

he wants to go to wiretaps.

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

You're being so good.

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

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

You mean not letting myself
get all crazy behind that?

- Pretty much sums it up.
- Yeah, well.

Heck, it's your world, Diane.

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

Mmm.
See, that gets me hot.

- Mmm?
- You being so evolved.

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

Don't give up so easy.

- Hey. Hi.
- Good evening.

- Thanks.
- Can I tell you the specials?

Uh. Yeah.

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

Whoa!

- Am I going too fast?
- Too fast?

No, you're good. Go ahead.

A polenta prepared with a special
a shiitake mushroom sauce.

- Main course, osso buco.
- Mm.

Police! Get down! Get down!
Get down!

- Freeze! Cuff him!
- You got him?

- Yo, man. Relax.
- I got him.

Get down on your knees.

Lighten up. Lighten up.

- Let me see your hands.
- All clear!

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

Take a look in there.
Check those cabinets. There.

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

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

we wouldn't be asking, okay?

- Lynwood Truett. Right.
- This is Detective Morrissey.

We wouldn't be asking
for confidential information,

except this guy's wanted
in a murder investigation.

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

Said he registered...

- into a methadone program?
- Okay, thank you.

Without breaching confidentiality,

could you indicate if I came looking
for him at your three o'clock pickup,

would that be a waste of time?

Uh-huh.

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

But I'm just a ignorant trooper.

Knocked the hell out of some doors though.

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

We are gonna be
working this in the summer.

Yeah. I'll go look for a fan.

Well, that or you can kiss my ass.

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

and overtime pay
is a necessary lubricant.

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

We're looking at someone for a homicide

we think might get
medicine at your clinic.

Name of Lynwood Truett.

- Three up, three down, huh?
- Yeah. We were an easy inning.

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

It's supposed to be
this Marvin Freeland's stash.

The people we want were there,
they just weren't holding.

So, you just keep looking.

You gonna get evolved on me again?

'Cause I'll jump you right here.

Uh, Detective, um,

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

Okay, Donna. Thanks.

We're out here.

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

- What's his name?
- Goose Tatum.

Can't blame a guy for trying.

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

Oh, yeah? How's that?

Darnell, he a country boy.

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

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

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

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

I gotta ask you something, Ferdinand.

You got that virus?

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

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

I finally got tested up at Comstock.

Felt like I knew the answer
before they told me.

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

you running a little wild with that?

- What you mean?
- You know what I mean.

Are you getting reckless?

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

No, man. I don't want to get thin and all.
But that happens, I carry it.

- You a soldier, huh?
- I'm a Viking, Holmes.

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

Main name I got
is some gangster named Freeland.

- This more rent?
- Favor.

Marvin Freeland.
He's only half gangster.

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

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

that killed this ten-year-old girl
on Canal Street last month.

Yeah. I seen it on the news.

Back in the day,

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

Make sure
he hit the right nigger.

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

You think you might talk
to someone about this Freeland?

- Someone?
- Another cop.

-Just give him some background on the crew
-Robert, don't make me out a bitch.

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

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

Dead girl his case?

Yeah, okay.

- Appreciate it, Ferdinand.
- Fish guy gonna come?

- You all right with that?
- Yeah.

Hey, Robert,
do I look like that Unabomber?

- I'm, uh, Parole Officer, Rudy Haysbert.
- Oh, I'm Greg Medavoy, come on in.

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

- Andy.
- We'll talk over here.

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

This is Parole Officer Haysbert.

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

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

Well, actually, Mr. Haysbert,

your card was found
in the possession of a homicide victim.

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

- You don't know offhand?
- Offhand?

I got a caseload of about 450 people.

Marquez. Marquez.

I got a Marguerite. No Miguel.

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

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

March 14th.

March 14. Yeah. Nine o'clock slot,
Gabriel Mota, he didn't post.

And?

And I violated him,
it was his fourth no-show.

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

You got an address?

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

- Hey, Ray.
- Hey, Andy, you in the market, Andy?

No.

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

Congratulations.

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

Oh, yeah? Is he registered?

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

We got our own informants.

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

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

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

Anything your guy can tell me,
I already know.

So, you going after Ronnie Mo.

- Who?
- Ronnie Mo.

- You mean Ronald Carter?
- Yes, he is one of our people.

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

I do my job.

'Cause he been dead
'bout six months.

- Got killed up in the Bronx somewhere.
- That's crap!

Look, man, you going
after Marvin Freeland's crew,

I'm here to tell you,
Black Larry is the weak link.

He runs Freeland's stash house.

And he's backing up
ten-year federal parole.

You put a charge on Larry...
He be steady talking.

We hit Larry's place this morning,
came up empty.

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

Front part of his door hollowed out.

Are they still doing repairs
on that last address?

Yeah.

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

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

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

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

- Screw you, Simone.
- Sarge, call for you.

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

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

- This be it for a while, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Else you'll be heating me up.

- Take care of yourself on the street.
- I'll be all right.

Still got some veins up,
still like my sweets.

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

- Is that the original door?
- Yeah.

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

Shut up.

Ho.

- Know anything about this, Larry?
- Mm-mmm.

Mm-mmm, let's take a ride anyway.

Come on, let me see those hands again.

I recognize this one,
his name is Gabriel Mota.

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

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

- To make him invisible.
- Invisible?

- Sí, he wanted not to be seen.
- For what reason?

For the police not to be able to see him.

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

Yes, he made this man invisible, sí.

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

because his license plates were...

- How do you say? Were "exploded."
- They expired?

Yes, he said,
"How can the police see him?"

And what did your son say?

Well, he explained
that un trabajo doesn't last forever.

You have to keep coming back.

And how did this man take the explanation?

He doesn't stop being angry.

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

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

could you do the same with a group of men?

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

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

- Mm-hmm.
- Assuming he's visible to the officers

that go looking for him.

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

Reason I'm talking to you...

is 'cause even with all that weight
we found in your door,

you could still keep this in state court.
That means no mandatory minimums.

State court's Rockefeller Law.

In last month,
a ten-year-old girl named Janelle Barnes

got caught in a crossfire on Canal Street.

Give up the right answers
in her homicide,

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

Then Rockefeller wouldn't apply.

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

You got the right answers
on the Barnes homicide?

Yeah, I could give you those.

I'll get a D.A.

If somebody robs you
a few times,

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

Scumbag!

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

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

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

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

Detective Martinez and Medavoy

wanted this guy picked up
for an interview.

Yeah, interview three down the hall there,
Martinez and Medavoy are in the squad.

Thanks. I'll get 'em.

Oh, don't let me hit this guy.

Ray, you told this Black Larry
it was off him getting robbed

we knew where to look for his stash.

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

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

Now, the thanks he's gonna get,

the first time this Larry,
gets a message to a visitor,

Simone's guy is gonna get whacked.

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

Boy, you guys get thick with your C.I.'s.
This is an unregistered informant.

A stickup man.
He puts guns to people's heads.

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

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

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

don't pick this Gabriel Mota out.

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

to you at all
that he thought he was invisible?

- Invisible?
- Yeah.

No, he just kept asking were we real cops.

Ah, you know why he was asking that?

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

- No kidding?
- Yeah.

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

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

to make Mota invisible to the cops.

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

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

What room's the guy in?

One of your detectives
told my partner to put him in three.

I'm gonna move this Mota guy
into the poky room

- before I bring down Mrs. Marquez.
- Yeah, good.

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

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

Yeah, you see, James, uh,
maybe that's still open to debate.

I got an idea.

Hey. Where'd this Gabriel Mota guy go?

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

They said they left him in here.

Those guys that brought him in here,

were they actual cops,
or were they security guards?

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

- Whether they were cops or not.
- Yeah, yeah. We got bigger problems now.

There's a suspect missing.

Where could he have gone?

You didn't forget
to lock the door, did you, Greg?

Oh, yeah, yeah, blame me.

Well, I guess
we gotta tell the lieutenant.

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

I mean uh, what...
what are we gonna say to him?

You know, that, uh,
the guy went invisible on us?

I don't know.

Hey, Gabriel,

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

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

You see me?

Oh, just the last little while
you started to materialize.

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

He's got an orientation lecture
at his job.

You gonna give
the heads-up to Ferdinand?

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

Mm-hmm, he was looking to help.

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

And Kahlins winds up jamming him up.

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

than somebody you're working with.

- Oh, there they are.
- Hey.

- Yeah.
- How are you doing?

Good.

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

- From the other crew?
- Mm-hmm.

He said he was an eyewitness
and agreed to testify.

That's great.

Downside, my boss
just walked in to celebrate.

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

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

Always my personal favorite.

I don't know
how guys drink without a purse.

Andy, were you and he in uniform together?

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

He said you went through doors together,

and you were in service together
in Vietnam.

I knew you were never detectives together.

Excuse me.

Hey, Ray.

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

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

- What? Now?
- Yeah, now, just for a minute over here.

- When were you in 'Nam?
- 1969.

- Oh, yeah? What unit?
- America 0198.

Yeah? What base camp?

Some gook village outside of Saigon.

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

Here's the deal, Ray.

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

But as far as I'm concerned,

you can't tell people that you and me
went through doors together, huh?

You can tell 'em
you own the World Trade Center,

and you were married to Marilyn Monroe.
You feel free to tell people,

that you put every gangster
since Legs Diamond behind bars,

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

Because that is an insult
to people who were there

and who did what had to be done.

- I was in Vietnam, 1969.
- In what capacity, Ray?

A maintenance unit.

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

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

See? That has always been
your problem, Sipowicz.

That's why you're
still doing precinct work,

you never learned to lighten up.

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

Not about 'Nam.

Andy. Andy, we just got beeped.

Yeah.

Fancy, he wants us
to check out some robbery, assault.

- Diane will take Sylvia home.
- What's going on?

A couple of Colombians,
got taken off on Grand Street.

- Hey.
- Hey.

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

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

This one says he fell.

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

They don't want the police.

Mm-hmm, so you fell down?

- Sí.
- By accident?

- Accidental. Sí.
- And you weren't robbed?

- No robbery.
- And you're not a drug dealer.

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

he didn't jump you and stick a gun
the size of a drainage pipe

in your face, and take your
little black satchel

with all your
hard-earned drug money, huh?

None of that ever happened, right?

No police, no robbery.

Okay. Just checkin'.

Put down complainant uncooperative
and refused medical aid.

You got it.

We got a Ferdinand Hollie
shot on Second and Fifth.

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

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

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

- Ferdinand.
- Don't touch me, man.

- Just take it easy.
- It's hot.

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

All right.

It was Marvin Freeland's crew
bushwhacked me after.

Halfway down the block.

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

Eddie Leon capped me,
didn't see the wheel man.

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

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

- I'm sorry, Ferdinand.
- Uh-uh.

Said it was a favor, not rent.
That left it up to me.

Got no b... bodies
unaccounted for, Robert.

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

Hey. Hey.

We took this off him.

Andy, you voucher this for me?

I gotta go someplace.

- I need a ride.
- Sure, come on.

Everybody use gloves. Guy had the bug.

No. I mean, this is true.

Somebody down there is wasting
the alcohol, forget it.

- We gotta talk.
- I've already had my Bible lesson.

Let's go.

So, what? We going to the John?

I needed to do that
for the last 20 minutes.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

Ferdinand Hollie got whacked
out on the street.

Mm, what is the ceiling for suspects?
Fifty? Fifty-five?

No, no, no. Marvin Freeland
had him capped, Kahlins,

after you gave him up.

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

I have got no tears for your C.I.

I will take a piss in his honor, though,
if you will vacate the line of fire.

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

And I am on a job with you!

- We'll see for how long.
- Well, you go ahead.

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

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

Oh, God.

Sorry for clearing out the place.