All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S03E21 - Closing Time (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Hi.

Have a good walk?

Yeah. It's okay.

- Look to tire myself out.
- This has gotta stop.

Andy, you are drinking!

- What are you talkin' about?
- Oh, don't insult me.

These late night walks.

You won't even get near me
'cause of some chest cold?

You want me to get the both of you sick?

I have given you your time,
and if you don't want to talk to me

about Andy Jr., okay.
But I will not stand here

while you lie to my face.

I'm not lying!

If I have a few drinks,
trying to deal with things,

I walk till I'm sober.
I make sure I'm sober coming home.

You are not sober when you come home!

And havin' a few drinks
isn't not drinking.

I'm sober at home, at work.

- I meet my responsibilities.
- You're not meeting your responsibilities!

Oh! Andy. God. Get out!

- What?
- Put some stuff in a suitcase

and get out
until you are not "not drinking"

or you are not "not lying" to me.

I don't want you here
if you can't even acknowledge the problem.

I acknowledge some things.
Didn't I just acknowledge a few drinks?

All the baby's gonna hear me do is cry.

You're tellin' lies inside of lies
and you are slappin' me in the face.

I have never laid a hand on you.

Great. You want me out of here, Sylvia?
I'm gone. Just let me get a suitcase.

- Do you mind if I touch the baby?
- Yes!

No, go ahead.

I'm meeting my responsibilities.

15th Squad. Uh... No, no.
She's no longer with us.

- Yeah. Can I help you?
- I'm looking for the Lieutenant.

I wrote the name, but I can't read it.

- I'm Lieutenant Fancy.
- That's it!

I'm Lucy Kinley from the Borough.
I'm your new PAA.

- Well, it's good to meet you.
- Wha... Fancy? Is that West Indian?

You look just like somebody I know,
from Guyana-Bissau.

Uh... No.

- There's your desk.
- Oh! So I can see everyone comin' in.

Yeah. You'll meet the squad
as the day goes on.

Um... You should also be aware,

there was a tragedy last week
involving one of our men.

there was a tragedy last week
involving one of our men.

Uh... Detective Sipowicz.

His son was murdered,
while intervening in a holdup.

Okay.

Take a minute to settle.
Then I'd like to get you started.

Are you familiar with the monthly stats
that come into the Borough?

No. I don't know how to do those.

Oh. Okay. Okay.
A little later I'll show you how.

For now, um... type out our roll call.
I scratched it out for you there.

And then fax it to the Borough,
when you're through.

- No problem. Thank you, Detective.
- It's Lieutenant Fancy.

- Last time. I promise.
- Okay.

- Good mornin'.
- Hi.

Hi. I'm Bobby Simone.
This is Diane Russell.

I'm Lucy Kinley. I'm your new PAA.
How you doin'?

I'll do better with a PAA.

I been at the Borough for the last year.
I'mma do the roll call now.

And then Lieutenant Fancy's gonna teach me
how to do the monthly stats

later in the day.

That's great.

- Hey, good mornin', Andy.
- How's it goin'?

Feel like today's the day?

We're getting same pattern parole releases
from Connecticut, New Jersey

and Pennsylvania at about 9:30.

Boy, I'll tell you.
All these leaps forward, progress...

sons of bitches that killed him
gotta be shakin' in their boots.

Andy, we've run every skell
on the Lower East Side through this house.

We're gonna keep on doin' it
until we turn these guys up.

I'd like to meet the asshole
that made these things.

You through in here,
or you want to look for clues?

Okay. A woman was treated last night
at an ER for a knife wound

she said was accidental.
Now, she wants to press charges

on her boyfriend for attempted murder.

- She's comin' up?
- Yeah. I think she's on her way upstairs.

- Angela Bohi's her name.
- Yeah, I'm Angela Bohi.

I'm Detective Russell, Angela.

I got stabbed above the elbow.
Attempted murder.

- I'm up.
- I can take it, Andy.

The interview needs a woman's touch?

- She got sexually assaulted in the elbow?
- Why don't you work it with me?

Why don't we all talk in the coffee room?

Why don't you have a seat?

The guy who stabbed me
is named Bobby Kupchak.

- It's a miracle I'm even alive.
- What's your relationship with him?

Well, he's a violent jerk
I'm sick of even tryin' to deal with.

You know, you could pick him up
at Shea Stadium.

He's got a big job there sellin' beer.

Slow down, Miss Bohi.
Does Bobby Kupchak live with you?

Sort of, yeah.

- What led up to him stabbing you?
- Okay. See, what led up to it

was we had a fight, he took a knife,
and he tried to murder me.

Hey, we're here to help you, Angela.

So let's lose the attitude.

He smacked my kid.

Which he got no business
even touchin' him,

- let alone raising a hand in anger.
- What's your boy's name?

Timothy. This asshole smacks him
in the back of the head...

Timothy told you that Bobby hit him?

Well, he hit him yesterday mornin'.
I found out last night.

And last night
was when Bobby stabbed you?

Okay.

I brought home a chocolate cake,
right, because you know...

...I like cake.

Anyway, I was slicin' it
when, uh, Timmy says he's afraid

of being home alone with Bobby mornings.
And when I ask him why,

he tells me Bobby hit him
for droppin' his lunch box,

runnin' out to make the school bus.
Right then, in comes Mr. Asshole.

I send Timmy to his room and asked Bobby
where he gets balls big enough

to hit on a kid ain't even his own blood
in a place he don't pay 50 cents rent?

So I'm holding up the knife,
the butcher knife, to defend myself and...

Hey... asshole!

- Cut it out, Angela.
- Am I borin' you? Because I almost died!

- What? You threw a soda can at me?
- Yeah, that's what I did.

- You threw a soda can at me?
- Oh! Oh!

- You gonna hit me?
- Andy! Leave the room.

- Listen. Just up!
- You never been hit like I'll hit you!

- Andy! Andy!
- What's your name?

- You never been...
- Andy, get the hell out of here!

Throws a soda can at me!
Cigarette ashes...

All right, thanks.

These Newark cops, they, uh,
think it's worth the interview.

I'm gonna go talk to these guys
that did the same pattern stickup.

You think I should tell Andy
maybe you got somethin'?

Maybe you should hold off on that, James.
You know, uh, spare yourself the abuse.

- You're sure it's okay?
- What are you? A nurse or a detective?

- How's that?
- It's fine. Fine.

Angela, that detective had
a personal tragedy.

I'm sorry
it's made this more difficult for you.

He snores in my face,
and then he says he's gonna hit me?

- I'm really sorry that happened.
- You think I'm gonna sit still for that?

- Maybe his boss should know.
- That's not gonna help

with the problem you came here to solve.
I also want you to know,

I'm gonna give this case
number-one priority.

Just let me know
where I can pick up this Bobby Kupchak,

- and we're gonna go after him.
- Didn't I say he works at Shea Stadium?

I was talking about the daytime, Angela...

And I'm telling you it's a day game today.

All right. We're gonna go
after him right away.

I'll be in touch with you
with any developments.

Your phone number's here on the 61, right?

- Yeah, right.
- Okay, Angela.

Um... Why don't we go
to the stairs this other way?

Detective Sipovich?
I'm Lucy. I'm your new PAA.

- That's great.
- That's okay. I understand.

Uh... There's a priest here to see you.
Mr. Kankarides?

- Andrew.
- Sylvia sent you down here?

- I'd like to speak somewhere, privately.
- This is, uh, my workplace. I work here.

I had hoped we could talk.

Let's go to an interview room.

That's like our confessional, huh?
People confess the sins they did.

My deepest sympathies
on the death of your son.

- Thanks.
- To answer your question,

Sylvia's very concerned.
But it was I who suggested

- that I would like to speak with you.
- You should be talking to her.

She's who you should take care of.

Andrew, before you and Sylvia got married,
when you and I spoke

at our counseling session,
I felt that you were a soul in struggle.

I got no interest in what you got to say.

I know you're in pain of what's happened,
and you're angry, but...

Why in the hell should I pay attention
to you, huh?

You believe in God? Where was God
when my boy got killed in that bar?

- He was there.
- Then He can kiss my ass.

How could He stand there
and that boy die?

We're not made
to understand God's purposes, Andrew.

Was he tryin' to punish me?
All right, I deserve punishment.

But what about my first wife?

She did nothin' but keep care of him
and... and take abuse from me!

And what about him, huh?
He tried to help someone.

He got his whole life in front of him.
And he was as sweet as ever was born.

Don't you tell me that I did somethin'
so bad to do that to them!

God is not
in the punishment business, Andrew.

And you're not in the center of the world.

Your son's death is not part
of some equation.

- It's a mystery.
- Yeah. Well, my job is workin'

on the mystery part.

Sylvia tells me you're involved
in a 12-step program.

Oh, I'm one of their big success stories.

Try to accept again
the third step of your program.

Turn your life over to God.
Be its witness and part of its process.

- You never had a son.
- God had a son.

Well, I'm not God.

And now I want you to go.

God is with you, Andrew.

Try to feel His love.

Lucy, the Borough
said there's something wrong

with the roll call you faxed them.
So I wrote it out for you.

Right away.

- Excuse me, Lieu.
- Yeah?

I'm gonna go pick up
this stabbing victim's boyfriend.

- Um... I need someone for backup.
- Andy's not available?

No. He's busy.

So what was that shouting about before?

- In the coffee room?
- Mm-hmm.

Complainant got a little excited.
You know, she was excited, high-strung.

She tossed a soda can at Andy.

- It's all squared away now.
- So, what's Andy doing now

that he's unavailable for backup?

He's, uh, he's working
another aspect of the case.

All right. Take Greg.

Can I take somebody from Anti Crime?
I hate to take anyone

- off Andy J.'s task force.
- Take Greg.

I, uh, I need you to help me
with this pickup.

Uh... Um... I... I got...
I'll... I'll be done in a few seconds.

- Okay. Let me know.
- Yeah.

Great

I have to clear decks.

- Let's talk, Andy.
- Of course.

- Let's go into my office.
- What would be our topic?

I, uh, want you to take some sick days.

No.

Take some days, Andy. Go home.

Russell's pissed off?
My attention wandered?

Can't say it to my face, huh?

She wants the interview, what?
I'm supposed to stand there

- the whole time at attention?
- All Diane said,

about the interview
was the woman was high-strung.

Yeah, well... What's the point?
If you're... if you're trash

and you can't act like it, huh?

As much as I feel
for what happened to your boy,

you make it so I can't look the other way.

You're ruining morale.
Everyone in the squad's coverin' for you,

- pullin' your weight for you.
- Tell them to cut it out.

- I do my job. Give me something to do.
- Diane wouldn't say so,

but she's afraid to go on the street
with you. And she's right.

That's her problem. That's her job.
Don't be afraid to go out on the street.

My kid's dead!

Andy, go home.

This is what you've been waitin' for, huh?
This is the day you've been waitin' for,

- isn't it, pal?
- If I was lookin' to do you in,

I'd take your gun right now
and send you to the farm.

But I'm giving you a last chance
to fix this yourself,

because I respect you doin' it before.

But understand, the next time I see you,

you're sober and ready to work,
or you're through.

What? Brotherhood's got a meeting today?
You be up for a big award

- at the Brotherhood meeting?
- Get out of here.

They know about it, huh?
"We got Sipowicz?"

- Shut your mouth! Shut your mouth!
- We got Sipowicz!

You're embarrassin' the job.
And you're embarrassin' your son's memory.

Please... go.

- May I help you?
- Gone for the day, minimum.

- All right, Detective.
- I need to talk to a detective.

- Hey, what's up?
- He sent me home.

- Wait, wait. How far did it go?
- We were gonna fight.

Then we just agreed,
no cards on Martin Luther King Day.

- Go home, Andy.
- Are you gonna give me a hard time too?

What's your big feast day?
I won't send you no card either.

Excuse me, Detective.
I think maybe you should know this

right away. This woman says she knows
somethin' about the men you're looking for

in this big case.

Why don't you put an ad in the Post?

- You looking to talk to a detective?
- Mm-hmm.

- On that case with the big reward?
- It's about these guys.

Okay, come on.

- What's your name?
- Deena Farnham.

It's right in here.

Have a seat.

- What do you got for us, Deena?
- That one's name is Ray. And he's Mitch.

- Ray and Mitch, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

I mean,
I knew they were dirt-ball type guys.

But I never thought, like, killers.
I mean, this Andrew Sipowicz, Jr.

You're a working girl.
You did these guys, huh?

Mm-hmm. So the day that kid got killed,
that night they're stoned,

- and they're partying with me.
- Where's this?

The Mohawk. I mean, they were stoned.
Like on speed and liquor.

Then later, like the next day,
I'm back at my own place,

and I see on the TV
about this young guy getting killed

trying to stop a holdup.
And now, I'm rememberin' these guys.

All messed up and loaded

sayin' how they messed up
some guy in a bar.

I mean, the guy tried to be a hero,
and they really messed him up.

So now, a whole week goes by.
And, uh, these fliers,

they're all around with the sketches
of these guys

from the bar waitress' description.
A... and I know you've seen it on TV too,

with this big reward number.
Wh... what is it now?

- Sixty-five thousand.
- Sixty-five thousand, there.

And you don't reach out. And now...

- Here you are.
- I don't care about the money.

I mean, I care. Yeah, I'd take it.
But I'd have left it sit too.

Except they paged me last night.

- And now I'm scared they're gonna kill me.
- Why?

Off suspecting what I know.
That's what I figure.

- And they figured, just as well kill me.
- Deena, why don't you think

that they're just callin' you
to party again?

I just... didn't get that feeling
from their voices.

Where'd they call you from?

I don't know.
I mean, they said a pay phone.

So we're about 85 percent here,
right, Deena?

- What do you mean?
- And you know, ordinarily,

I would settle.
I'd figure 85 percent for pretty good.

Andrew Sipowicz Jr.,
this kid... this is a cop's son.

This is a kid who tried
to save a woman's life.

No. You bring it all, Deena.
Or you're gonna be takin' a beatin'.

If I knew something...

and didn't say it till now,

- what does that mean about jail?
- Help us now, Deena.

The only way we would jam you up

is if you killed him yourself.

They left the Mohawk before me.

And it must've took a week
remembering that they had lost it or...

maybe that they'd ever even had it. But...

They asked about it last night.

And...

that's how I know they're gonna kill me.

That's a Hackensack shield.

I'm supposed to meet them
at Fourth and D at two o'clock

to give it back.

- Forty minutes late.
- Yeah, she says they're late comin'

- to party too.
- I'm afraid I'm gonna throw up.

Don't.

This is Morrisey.
Two white males just walked past our unit,

same side of the street,
headed toward the restaurant.

They fit her description.
Look like our guys.

- Is that them?
- Yeah. Oh, my God.

- Are you sure that's them?
- I'm positive.

- All right, get down.
- What's going on, man?

- Hey! Move your ass.
- Hey!

I got someplace to be
or I'd kick your ass good for you,

you slant-eyed piece of crap.

I'm coming out on foot
about a 115 feet behind 'em.

What are they beefing
with that guy?

- You got it?
- Stay here with her, James.

You want to go?
I'll kick your ass good for you.

- I'll kick your ass.
- Yo, yo, cop!

What?

Police!

17 East Third Street.

Hey.

- Great job, Bobby.
- Thanks, boss.

Yeah.
Every witness makes it a good shoot.

So I'm excused from Lefrak City?

No. No, you gotta see the shrink.
Get your gun to Ballistics.

- I... I know Andy went home.
- I sent him home.

- I thought maybe I'd go tell Sylvia.
- Okay, go ahead.

- You want someone to drive you to Lefrak?
- No. I'm good.

All right.

It's, uh, important to let him know.

I will.

Detective, the whole time
I was in the lavatory,

I forgot it was unisex.

I sat there the whole time
without the door locked.

Hi.

Sylvia, the, uh, the guys,
who murdered Andy J., are dead.

Does Andy know?

We don't know where Andy is.

I see.

Bobby wanted to tell you,
but after somethin' like this,

they...
make you go to Lefrak City

to see the department doctors.

It was Bobby who got 'em?

Uh... We were set up to take them.

They drew down
and Bobby had to shoot them both.

- He's all right?
- Yeah.

Bastards...

I'm glad they're dead.

How are you and Theo?

You know Andy's out of the house.

I... I can't have him here drinking.

I... I agree with you.

I just hope
that this will help him turn the corner.

Uh... It's up to him.

I want to help him. But I know I can't.

You're doin' what you have to, Sylvia.
Looking out for yourself and Theo.

But I... I think you're right.
You know, these guys goin' down...

can be Andy's excuse
for the day to stay drunk.

But if he wants to, he'll turn the corner.

I hope he does.

I know.

Shh!

We take you now,
live to the scene.

A shoot-out
on the Lower East Side

of Manhattan today...

brought an end
to the week-long manhunt...

You want to pace it a little?
I'm not goin' anywhere.

- Son of one of their own...
- Two things you got to say to me,

- "Eighty-six" and "closing time."
- Was murdered last night...

Why don't you try and keep a civil tongue
in your head, okay?

A robbery
and sexual assault in a bar

in the 15th Precinct of Manhattan
where his father has served as a detective

for 14 years.
Today, the young man's assailants

lost their lives
after initiating a gunfight in the street

with precinct detectives
who were closing in for an arrest.

Now, back to you in the studio.

Uh... I'm just checkin' to say
and confirm, uh, two skells were involved

in a homicide, and they've been taken down
this afternoon?

Uh... That's all been established?
The correct perps and so forth?

What does it matter to you who's calling?
Uh... Father Christmas.

Um... Has anybody...

The cops involved know from anyone
there was appreciation?

Well, let them know
that there was appreciation.

Never mind who. Rabbi Wolf.

Bootsy Collins,
Larry Graham, Brothers Johnson.

Look at the look
on his face. Don't even have a clue too.

Calls himself a bass player.

Who you listenin' to

- supposed to be so funky?
- Rick James.

Oh, Rick James!

- What?
- I'mma have to kick your ass.

I thought the lecture was gone doozy.

Excuse you?

I'm gonna have to ask you
to move it along.

- Why we gotta move it along?
- I want this corner clear.

- We ain't even doin' nothin'.
- I want you off this corner.

My son and I were looking at this corner.

Look, buddy.
I can smell the liquor on your breath.

So, uh, why don't you go pick
on somebody else, huh?

- What's your name, mouth?
- Knowledge.

- Supposed to be funny?
- Drunk-ass cop, you the funny one.

Why don't you go buy
what you was gonna buy

so you can get even drunker?
We ain't movin'.

I don't say somethin'
I'm not prepared to say.

You don't move, I'm gonna move you.

- Let's go, y'all. It ain't even worth it.
- Hold up. Hold up.

- It ain't even worth it.
- Now, hold up. Hold up.

Move me. Come on, devil.

- Move my Black ass.
- You don't think I'm gonna move you?

- I'm gonna show him what you do and don't.
- Show me.

Yeah! How you like it?

How you like it, huh?
How you like it?

- I'm okay. I'm okay. Just stay away.
- No, sir.

- I'm okay, son. Stay away.
- You're not okay.

You okay now?

- Hey, who's that?
- Where your gun at, pig?

- I got it. Come on! Let's go!
- Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Call a radio car. I'm a cop.

- How is he?
- One of the nurses is talking

about broken ribs.
But I don't know what else is going on.

- Job go over the air?
- No. Off the books so far.

Hey, Bobby.

Those guys got his gun.

- Detective.
- Doc, what's going on?

Well, neurologically, he's intact.
He's got two broken ribs.

- We fitted him for a belt to protect them.
- Bobby.

Yeah, Andy. I'm... I'm right over here.

Look, Doc, if Andy's name gets
on the books for this, he's jammed.

I put my college dean's name
on the admitting form.

- Tell Mr. Kramer I hope he feels better.
- Yeah, I appreciate it.

Hey, Bobby, I got a good idea
on the mutts that did this.

Me and my partner are gonna go
and try and snatch them up.

- Hang on until I get Andy set up.
- And then I'll go looking with you.

All right.

How's it goin'?

Thanks for getting those guys.

Either of them say anything
about Andy?

It was a gunfight in the middle
of the street. Nobody said nothin'.

You gave Shannon
a pretty good description, huh?

He thinks we can find these guys
who beat you.

They got my gun.

I'm finished.

I've made a mess of everything.

You wouldn't let nobody help you, Andy.

It threw me for a loop.

I felt the kid was gonna be happy.

I could help him...

- after I never did nothing for him.
- He got killed.

And you started drinking.
And you left Sylvia alone. And the baby.

Just like you did Andy J.

So, what are you gonna do about that now?

I don't know what to do.

Do you want people to help you, Andy?

Please help me.

Yeah.

Hey, there's Greg.

Can you walk?

Yeah.

Hey, Andy.

- Thanks for showin' up.
- Yeah.

- Yeah. You need a chair?
- No. I can... I can walk.

I want to get you back over to the house
and help Shannon look for these guys.

Now, if we got lucky
and you can make an ID...

And we can get that gun back
before the boss came in.

I... I don't know how else
we're gonna save your job, Andy.

Let's go...

You better not cost me my job.

If we're wrong,
we'll get it straight with your boss.

How long you been working
at the A&P?

Four years in June.

I figured I'd been seeing you that long.

- Got promoted, huh?
- Restock clerk to produce.

Hey, Knowledge...

What lie you got goin'?
What you sayin' I did, man?

He'll talk to you.
Wait'll the detective gets back.

Find any of those guys?

Andy.

Andy.

Hey. Andy.

Is this guy right?

Drink this.

I lost my glasses.

Oh, th... they're right here, uh...
Right in your coat, Andy.

Is he right?

He was one of them.

He was the mouth.

- I'm gonna go talk to this guy.
- Andy, stay right where you are.

Tough leavin' things
in other people's hands.

Yeah.

You want me to take those glasses, Andy?

Y... yes, please.

Hey, boss.

What's goin' on?

Andy got beat up last night out
on the street.

- How bad?
- Couple of busted ribs.

Who's in there?

The mutt in the pokey's,
one of the three guys who stomped him.

Andy IDed him off the photo.

Andy IDed him off the photo?
Wh... where's Andy?

Upstairs in Medavoy's crib.

Why?

Diane says Sylvia threw him out.

Lieu...

They stole his gun,
the guys who stomped him.

Does the one in there
know where the gun is?

- I think probably he does, Lieutenant.
- What's his name?

Knowledge Islam.

That's my boss.

What's this about?

Assault on a cop, theft of his weapon.
Cop picked you out.

Crazy, drunk-ass police.
He never showed us his badge.

We figured he was some drunk
white guy lookin' for a fight.

- You done?
- I took his gun in self-defense.

Were we supposed to run
and trust him not to shoot us

in the back after he instigates
the whole damn thing?

You done now?

I'm gonna make this simple.
You're looking at five years in jail.

You take us to his gun,
you walk away.

Oh, damn!
Do I look that stupid?

I take you to that gun,
you kick my ass about four hours,

- and then lock me up anyway.
- We lock you up, you go to trial.

You think we want it out in court?
A cop's drunk,

looking for a fight, loses his gun?

So maybe I take you to the gun,
you dump me in the river.

You know where your mother's at?

What's that supposed to mean?

You, me and your mother. Three of us
go for the gun, you walk home with her.

Okay. All right.

We'll go with my aunt.

I don't care if he's got a job.
An ROR release

won't discourage this guy much
from beating up this woman or her kid.

Can't you make it 20,000?
We halfway owe this woman.

There was, um, a little excitement
between her and one of our detectives.

Appreciate it.

That's the woman,
Andy was sawing wood during her interview?

Yeah.

Hey, boss, how'd you do?

- I got it.
- So, now what?

Now, I'm gonna wash my hands.
And then I want to talk to Andy.

This is yours.

Do I get it back?

Think about somethin', Andy.

You come back to work
and you're still drinkin'...

somethin' like last night
is gonna happen again.

Or maybe you'll wind up dead.

Then Sylvia won't have a husband,
your baby won't have a father,

and, um, some guys'll spend
the rest of their lives in jail

for somethin' that didn't have to be.

What's left for you on this job, Andy?

I could do good for people...

if I could stop drinkin'.

The key for me is not to drink no more.

Can you stop?

I want to stop.

I realize now he's gone.

You bent over backwards
to keep me on the job.

And I had a wrong mouth
and everything else.

Please, don't take my job.

Let me take some days,
come back and try.

All right.

Right now
your work's at home anyway, isn't it?

Don't make me sorry.

I won't, boss.

Thanks.

I'm taking the next set off
to get myself together and be with Sylvia.

That's good.

Would you let the squad know
my appreciation?

- Yeah.
- What everyone did, and...

with me being such a sport.

And you especially.

I know what you did for me.

Andy, out on the street there,
those were good shootings.

What you did otherwise.

I gave you nowhere to go.
You're still set up with me.

So you want a ride?

I asked Shannon.

On the ride, I can ask him...
to thank the uniform cops.

Could you give Sylvia a call,
let her know I'm gonna look pretty bad?

Anything else?

I gotta do the rest.

Hi, Andy.

Fourteen hours since I drank.

I apologize for what I done.

I love you and the baby.
If you take me back...

We love you, Andy.

And we want you back.