All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S06E21 - Voir Dire This (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

Hi.

- How's it goin'?
- Okay.

How's it going with you?

Remember me testifying
at Giardella's trial?

Vividly.

What this is about, he don't think
I'm any different, Sinclair.

He thinks with his looking-down attitude
he can put me right back there.

And I think that that's the last time

you ought to spend today on the subject
of what may or may not be going on

- in James Sinclair's head.
- I'm just saying my impression.

This evil Sinclair thinks
he can get me acting

like an ignorant Polack drunk,
can't control his temper.

Anyway, Andy, how about comin' out
before you prune?

Yeah, I'm done in here.

Thinks I just been hiding it...

I really haven't changed.

- Which we know isn't true.
- No, I... I'm just saying my impression.

My impression of his impression.

Which counts for what, Andy?
That bald-headed scumbag's impression?

Nothin'.

A shyster for hire to any mobbed-up guinea
with a seven dollar wig.

Seven bucks was retail,
that Giardella's wig.

You know what James Sinclair's opinion
counts for?

This.

- How's it going, Danny?
- Morning, Shannon. What do we got?

To tell the truth,
I'm not a 100 percent sure.

That kid's been around my sector,
like, the last three months.

- Sad-faced little mutt, you know?
- You collar him for that?

Supposedly lives with his older brother,
may or may not be bogus.

- I'm waitin' to hear his transgression.
- He's got this under his arm today.

He sees me comin',
his mug goes totally wrong.

"What's in the bag, Marcello?
'This is mine, this is mine.'

- "Good, where's the receipt?"
- No receipt.

But here's the thing, Danny.

He wasn't crying like a kid caught wrong,
you know what I mean?

- But he is crying.
- Yeah.

"Shannon, I bought it off another kid.

"Let me keep it,
at least, let me keep the damn jacket."

Like a tough, little kid did
something horrible for what he bought.

Let me talk to him.

Unless I'm too close to it.
You know what I mean?

Uh... What if he's a decent enough kid?

- Marcello.
- Yeah, like the movie star.

Yeah, good.

How's it goin', Marcello?

Great.

This is Detective Sorenson.

How about we talk upstairs?
Would that be great also?

- Thanks a lot, Shannon.
- Did he say anything with collaring you?

- Hey, relax, Marcello.
- Sure.

- Hey, did you steal this jacket?
- No.

Well, you didn't steal it,
you're leaving here with it.

Anyone I should call
and tell 'em where you are?

- Yeah. Call and tell 'em I'm in jail.
- You're not in jail, Marcello.

But that was a dumb question,
if you wanted me to call.

Anyway...

- you didn't boost the jacket.
- Right.

- You bought it off some other kid...
- Right.

...who probably boosted the jacket.

How much you pay for it?

How much you pay for it?

Forty bucks.

Where'd you get the 40?

Why I gotta account for my earnings?
What is this? Bosnia?

Yeah, this is a new youth earnings
accountability program

that we're puttin' in off their lead.

Odd jobs.

Odd jobs and chores,
you earned the money to buy your jacket.

You're like a neighborhood handyman.

All alphabet city.

Name a job.

Airplane pilot.

Name one job you did
toward earnin' the 40 bucks,

and don't be a wise-ass.

Put up fliers for lame rock concerts.

Stick 'em on over "post no bills"?

That's a couple years in slam right there.

Do anything that made you upset?

I'll note you shook your head, "no"...

but can you give me that answer verbally
in your usual wiseacre tone?

No, I didn't do anything
to upset me earning the 40.

Excellent.

Can I go?

No. Let's extend our chat somewhat.

Want a soda?

What are you? A perv?

- "A perv"?
- A perv.

Like hangin' with kids, offer a soda.

No, I'm not a perv.

- Want a soda?
- No.

- Can I go?
- No. You can't go yet, Marcello.

Asshole.

That's supposed to get you a smack.

Work out.

What did you do...

that made you upset,
Marcello, earning the 40?

Hey, kiss my ass.

Kiss my ass.

- That's what you had to do?
- What?

- You had to kiss someone's ass?
- I didn't kiss anybody's ass.

Kiss my ass, all right?

Leave me alone.

Mike Shannon that brought you in
feels something's upsetting you.

And after us talking,
I feel that way also, Marcello.

I'm not gonna jam you for the jacket,
and I'm not here to hurt you in any way.

I like you. I can tell you're a good guy.

All I'm askin'... look me in the eye
and tell me you didn't do nothin' wrong,

or that upset you earning that 40,
and you're gone.

What is this? Bosnia?

No.

What are you bein' nice for?

I'm not a perv.

What are you bein' nice for then?

You want me to say something,
and I can go then?

- What do you want me to say?
- What gets you off?

Tell me what to say, and I’ll say it.

Forty bucks. That's my price, I guess.

That's what I'm startin' at.

That's what he give to me.

- Tell me what to do.
- All right, Marcello.

All right, Marcello.

You wanna write it instead of sayin' it?

Only if I could tear it up afterwards.

Here's the sum and substance of it, okay?

A sick bastard,
he makes a kid masturbate into a plate,

and then he works out on it himself.

- Makes him do it, how?
- "How"?

- Does he pay or use force?
- Pays. He pays, all right? He pays.

All right. Let me call Cohen.

Yeah. Good.

Needs some talking-to, this guy.

He needs some good talking-to.

Takes advantage of a kid.

Can we get to him?

We're gonna find out.

We're gonna discover
that from A.D.A. Cohen.

Detective Kirkendall,
at what point did you lose custody

of the lipstick camera you were operating
at the Jane Street apartment

and submitted today as people's one?

After Malcolm Cullinan had been arrested,

custody of the camera
was taken by my brother detectives.

At that point,
the tape was still in the camera?

Yes.

- And you saw the tape next when?
- This morning.

This morning when it was submitted
to the court by A.D.A. Costas.

Yes.

Detective, are you competent to represent

that the tape that was in the camera
when it was last in your possession

is the same tape
submitted here this morning?

If it shows me doing what I did
that night,

- I'd say it's a pretty good bet.
- But we're not betting here, Detective.

Obviously, since the tape
hasn't been in my continuous custody

since the night of Mr. Cullinan's arrest,

I am not directly competent to say
it's the same tape.

Are you competent to state
that tape has not been edited,

or otherwise tampered
with during the intervening period?

No, I'm not.

Move to exclude people's one, Your Honor.

Admit people's one, subject to connection.

Detective, do you recognize
the contents of this envelope?

Those are the drugs

Mr. Cullinan offered me 5,000 dollars
to inject in my arm

at the Jane Street apartment on April 27,

and which I took from his possession
at the time of his arrest.

What, if anything, did you cause
to be done to those drugs?

I vouchered them and had them sent
to the police lab for analysis.

Do you recognize the initials
on the outside of the envelope?

Those are my initials in my hand.

- People's two, Your Honor.
- Voir dire on the submission, Your Honor.

Go ahead.

So...

as opposed to the tape,
Detective Kirkendall,

the drugs
which were submitted as people's two...

were in your sole personal custody
until the time they were vouchered?

Yes.

- Never left your hand.
- No.

So, if I were to show you...

on the videotape the people have submitted

a moment during which you lowered
the envelope out of camera view...

producing it exactly...
4.2 seconds later...

would it be fair to say that you were
the only person who could have switched

the envelope containing the drugs
Mr. Cullinan is shown offering you...

and the envelope whose contents
are being submitted here as evidence?

I didn't switch any envelopes.

Detective...

if anyone switched the envelopes,
based on people's one,

would it be fair to say that that person
would've had to have been you?

Sure.

Are you heard later on the same tape

accusing Mr. Cullinan of murdering
a personal friend of yours

and asserting that he's been tricked...

by your sting operation?

I guess maybe once you're done twisting
what I said...

it could sound that way.

Move to exclude people's two, Your Honor.

Admit people's two, subject to connection.

Nothing further on this witness,
Your Honor.

The witness is excused.

It's not over, is it?

Ten-minute recess.

Oh, it's just a recess?

- Lovely as ever.
- Up your ass, Counselor.

I'm Jimmy Mayo, Dolores Mayo's father.

- Are you the lawyer for my side?
- I'm Sylvia Costas,

and I guess you could say
I'm the lawyer for your side.

How are we doing?

The judge's rulings have all been
favorable so far.

Tough morning so far, huh, Cullinan?

Come on.

Get a bailiff looking at that guy.

You probably shouldn't have
any more direct conversation

with Mr. Cullinan or his attorney.

No. I... I just needed
to get that off of my chest.

I understand.

Thanks for looking out for my daughter.

All right.

- It's an "A" misdemeanor.
- That's a misdemeanor?

- What this sick perv had him do?
- If the kid goes to bat.

- Oh, that's good. That's great.
- Will the kid go to bat?

Bein' he's too ashamed for speakin',

writes what he did on a piece of paper
he gets to tear up afterwards,

yeah, I'd voice some reservations
him goin' to bat.

I need to talk to this perv.
I need to talk to him.

I can get you a warrant
for the guy's place,

but you're buying him a lawyer.

Yeah. This should be
a private conversation

between myself and him.

Thanks, Cohen.

Yeah, let me, uh,

let me just go talk to this perv,
you know, just inquiring generally.

Let me have Greg and James
go over with you.

- Greg and James are doing 4:00-to-1:00s.
- Let me call 'em in early.

He wants, uh,
Greg and James with me, Fancy.

- Oh. They're coming in?
- He's callin' 'em.

I guess
they're gonna meet me over there.

You can't go by yourself.

No point in you going, one thing.

I got no passion to go.

Whatever breaks
with this twisted son of a bitch.

Hmm.

Are we, um, are we sure the story's right?

He don't make that up, this kid.

He don't make that story up.

I'm not even gonna tell you the story,
but believe me, he don't make that up.

Let me tell the boss have them meet me.

Ronald Barrett?

- What is it?
- Detectives.

Your name came up in an investigation.
We need to talk to you.

- Concerning what?
- Let's do it inside.

Spare your neighbors your business.

Comfy.

Shouldn't he ask my permission to do that?

He's not gonna disturb nothin'.

We make sure
there's no weapons or so forth

- before we begin talkin' to you.
- There are no weapons.

- What is it?
- I was lookin' at your plates.

Yes.

I saw.

They're washed.

Let's take you
into the station house, Mr. Barrett.

- On what basis?
- On the basis I say you're goin'.

- You wanna go cuffed or like a gentleman?
- On what basis would I be cuffed?

Look in my eyes
and say "basis" again, Mr. Barrett.

I'm... I'm coming with you
on a voluntary basis.

I'll follow you out, Mr. Barrett.

- How close you want me?
- How close do you want to be?

Hi, Mr. Mayo.

A dealer named Kenneth Priest identified
his stamp on the drugs the police found.

Kenneth Priest says he sold Cullinan
that packet of drugs four months ago.

That's before my daughter died
from drugs Cullinan gave her.

Uh... I think the prosecution wants
to establish

they are the same drugs he gave Dolores,

so they can charge him
with trying to kill Detective Kirkendall.

He bought his way out of that trouble.
He'll buy his way out of this.

- Hi, detective.
- What's the holdup?

- Kenneth Priest is still testifying.
- In what tongue?

- Pokey room?
- Yeah. Put him in the pokey.

All right. Down this way.

- Hi, Jill. How'd it go in court?
- Okay, I think.

You know where Diane is?

Um... I think she's in the John.
Can I help?

Uh... There's a kid.

I got him up in the crib.

There's Diane. She knows the background.

- Did you grab up the guy?
- Yeah. I'm going in the pokey now.

He's in there with Greg and James.

Can you look in on this Marcello, Diane,
that's up in the crib?

- I looked in on him a little bit ago.
- He give you a big, warm greeting?

Yeah. He, uh, didn't seem
like he wanted any company.

He does.

Sure. Let me go see how he's doin'.

Or let me see how he's doin',
before I go talk to this perv.

- I... I'll go.
- I got it.

He's familiar with my mug.

How's Ronald doing?

We were just actually workin' out
what Mr. Barrett likes to be called.

Yeah. After suggesting I kill myself.

Who said that?

Now, where in the world
did that idea come from?

Talk about an idea from left field.

The feeling you were getting,
they were suggesting

you take your own life.

Do you have
any mental illness problems, Mr. Barrett?

Any permanent-type mental sickness

that'd make you feel
people want you to do that?

I... I want you to ask your questions,
and then I want to go.

Oh, so we're past
that sick feeling you had

what my colleagues were talkin' about.

Do you have any questions to ask
about something specific,

a specific incident?
Or are you just trying to break my soul?

So, we're not past that feeling.

You know a boy named Marcello?

And?

And?

Why, he says "and,"

Captain Ronald's drivin' the boat here.
Nothin' surprises him.

Yeah.
Ronald takes that upper-crust attitude

'cause he doesn't have to worry
about someone putting a bullet

in his brain, or throwin' him off a roof.

- Yes, I know Marcello.
- You do know Marcello.

- Yes.
- From where?

- I've met him in my neighborhood.
- What'd you do after you met him?

I've tried to be his friend.

Are you afraid of being struck at all,
or beaten during this interview?

Obviously, yes.

Don't say again,
you tried to be his friend.

What do you want?

What do you want from me?

- Hmm? Do you want me to confess?
- Did you do something wrong?

Yes.

I tried to do as less I could...

with my sickness...

But I'm too sick.

I confess.

Do you want me
to hang myself in here?

'Cause I'm gonna hang myself in jail
anyway. Do you want me to do it here?

No. Don't do it here.

Yeah.
Death in custody is a pain in the ass.

Yeah, but definitely hold
that thought about doing it.

Hi, Marcello.

I'm goin' into the system?

I don't know. I, uh...

I was wondering if I could get you
a hamburger or something.

- No.
- You're not hungry?

Who knows if I'm going into the system?

I don't think
you're being charged, Marcello.

So, child services.

I guess if we can't track down
a family member...

child services will put you
in temporary foster care.

So, yes.

Have you got anyone?
An aunt? A grandmother?

Come on, Marcello.

- Marcello's got a brother.
- Where?

- So, now I find out where my name came up?
- Yeah. Over here, Tommy.

Tommy Parisi.

Yeah, great to see ya.

So, Tommy, that smart-ass attitude,
that runs in your family?

This is about Marcello?

See, but where a 13-year-old kid,

scared out of his mind and down on himself
with being ashamed,

I expect some smart-ass,

even "I'm glad to see ya,"
'cause it gives him a little protection.

With you, then instead of sittin' there
like a pouty punk who needs

to get slapped in the back of the head,

ought to be lookin' out
for his little brother,

that same smart-ass attitude,
that makes me sick.

He's been gone from my place
for three months, okay?

And he's only my half-brother.

What you do with a half-brother
gone from your place three months, Tommy,

you go out and you find him.

Hey, I'm on methadone maintenance,
all right? I got problems of my own.

I'm telling you a way
to get past your problems.

Look out for your little brother.

Take care of him.

You'll get a reason wakin' up
besides scoring your eight o'clock dose.

You got a lot of opinions
about other people's lives.

Marcello's a good, little boy.

And far as I know,
you're a good person too.

Don't let him get put in the system.

You lookin' for work?

The right job, I am.

What's the right job?

Uh... I'd like to learn
how to fix televisions.

- I got a cousin that'll teach you TVs.
- Yeah?

Yeah. He... He can teach you
overcharging too.

Detective Martinez's cousin.

I mean, I'll take him back,
if that's what you're askin'.

Reach out for your brother, Tommy,
and we'll reach out for you.

He's upstairs, Marcello.

- Laying down conditions to him, Tommy.
- Mm-hmm.

A few conditions will do Marcello good.

Give him a little structure.

Hmm. All his knockin' around,
he still has love in him.

I'm glad enough if we keep him
out of the system.

You talked to his brother great.

Well, James' cousin's
TV repair training program,

that closed the deal.

Postponement of TV repair
is actually his strong suit.

There's an electronics training institute
by where I am.

I locked some lunatic Canadian up
escaping with their files over my roof.

The guy runs the place says
he's forever in my debt.

James' cousin don't work out,

maybe we can hook Marcello's brother up
with some training course over there.

Must have been
where the owner kept the account books

he wants to hide from the IRS,

if the file is ever called in.

Oh brother.

Oh boy.

- It's all right.
- Oh my gosh.

Just...
don't say Holy Toledo.

What?

Nothing.

What is it? What happened?

We're going home.

- You're going home with Tommy?
- Yeah.

You left your jacket, Marcello.

Yeah. I'm leaving it.

- Yeah. All right.
- You think the cold's never coming again?

That specific jacket, I don't want.

You know what?

When the weather turns cold,
why don't you show up

and we'll go shopping for a jacket.

Yeah, okay.

And, uh, that's a usable jacket, you know?

Yeah. No, we'll... we'll take care of it.

Thanks for helping me.

It's the best part of our job.

All right then.

So, I'll, uh, call this guy
in the morning.

Yeah, absolutely
call Detective Martinez's Cousin.

And any logistical difficulties,
you give me a holler,

and we always have fallback plans.

Um... You know, it's all right, Danny.

No, well, we should probably discuss this
a whole other time.

Okay.

Let me get the jacket.
Uh, we can give it to goodwill.

Sure. Go get it.

See you later.

- How'd that go upstairs?
- Ah, good. They left.

Yeah, we saw 'em walkin' out.

So, he, uh, stayed positive
with his kid brother, that Tommy?

Uh... They seem to be hittin' it off okay.

Anyways, our fallback position's in place.

- Good night.
- Yeah. Good night, Diane.

Hey, good night.

- Night.
- Night, Diane.

Hope everything's okay.

Yeah. Everything's okay.

It's nice, uh,
when somethin' halfway turns out.

Yeah, well, at least,
that kid gets half a chance.

Of course, the chocolate cherry on top
of the baked Alaska,

once he's in the tombs,
our friend Ronald makes his promise good

showin' off his, uh, rope work.

Andy wouldn't be comin' back after court,
you wouldn't think, right?

Nah. He'll probably testify,
and then go home.

- Anyways, uh, night, Danny.
- Yeah. Good night, guys.

Night.

Don't hang yourself.

Try to get yourself some help.

I don't know what the hell you requested
another recess for, Sylvia.

I was ready to roll.

What's this now?

- We're holding hands.
- Yeah. Very productive.

What's our life about?

- Hey, for cryin' out loud.
- About Theo...

and us...

and living good lives.

You're a brave man. And you've worked
to make the life we wanted.

You also.

A lot more than I have.

At any point in this conversation,
have we mentioned James Sinclair?

All right. Point taken.

Walk in the park, Andy.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Ready?

Yeah. Let's go.

Forgive my using notes, Detective,
to refresh a failing memory.

I see, it's now six years ago
that as I questioned you at a hearing

convened for the same purpose,
which brings us here today...

"the presiding judge rejected

"as 'grossly illegal
and unconstitutional...'"

your methods of securing evidence.

I see from my notes he also characterized
your attempts to explain and justify

your conduct as "pitiful."

Yes.

Am I to assume, Detective...

that you take the stand,
and swear your oath

here before us today as a changed man?

I'm tellin' the truth
about what happened on Jane Street.

But Detective Sipowicz...

didn't you also aver
your "truthfulness" six years ago

when stating you had not hammered nails
into a defendant's automobile tire

while he drank espresso in a café...

so that when the defendant
returned to his car

to get a jack to fix his flat,
you could happen by...

and satisfy your yen to discover
if he had contraband in his trunk?

I'm tellin' the truth about Jane Street.

But Detective...

given your history...

given who you are, don't you agree

we would be well-advised
to take your declarations

about Jane Street with a grain of salt?

No.

Your Honor, every minute
that Detective Sipowicz spent

in the apartment on Jane Street,

he was in the company of his lieutenant
and four other detectives.

Now, before ruling on the admissibility
of people's five,

would the court wish me to call those men
to support Detective Sipowicz's testimony?

Why didn't you call one
of the other detectives to begin with?

Because if he didn't testify
for the people,

you had stated your intention to call
my husband... Detective Sipowicz,

as a defense witness,
gratuitously and simply to embarrass him.

Your Honor, Mr. Sinclair tries to lug
in part of Detective Sipowicz's past

which is no longer relevant
because the circumstances of the present

are so uncongenial to his client's case.

Mr. Sinclair?

Voir dire on this year's events
on Jane Street?

As for Ms. Costas imputing to me a try
at "lugging in the past," Your Honor...

I had trusted Detective Sipowicz here
to help me with the heavy lifting.

But I'm content to wait...

on enlisting his assistance
till a later date.

No objections
to the admission of people's five.

Admit people's five.

Court stands adjourned.

Nature calls.

He's gonna get off.

He's gonna get declared innocent.

I don't think he is.

I think so.

Piss...

if you're gonna piss.

Get away from the door.

No.

Get away from the door.

You've been a friend to me.

I've got a gun, John.

You're gonna get hurt.

Don't do this to Dolores.

Stay here a minute.

- What happened?
- John Irvin's hurt.

- Hey. Hey. Take it easy. Take it easy.
- James Mayo shot me. James Mayo has a gun.

Call 911! This man's been shot!

- I mean, am I done?
- You are absolutely done for now.

Grab that guy! He's got a gun!

You, uh, you got a problem here.

Is there an ambulance here?

- Get an ambulance!
- Yeah, 'cause I may be hit!

- It's not too bad.
- Yeah? Hmm.

Take care of the baby.