All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E01 - Pilot.sd-en

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Detective Sipowicz, please tell the court
how you came to arrest Mr. Giardella.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SIGHS) This past August 27th,

I was routinely surveilling the defendant
because he's a known felon.

During the course of the surveillance,
I observed the defendant's vehicle

have a flat tire, and he got out
of the Cadillac and he opened the trunk.

At that time, I approached the vehicle,
identified myself as a police officer

and in the course
of casual observation of the open trunk,

I saw 27 cartons of filter cigarettes
which did not have tax stamps.

I ascertained that the vehicle
was owned by the defendant.

I gave him his rights
and took him into custody.

Nothing further, Your Honor.

JAMES: Detective Sipowicz...

you've testified
that the cartons of untaxed cigarettes,

for possession of which you arrested
Mr. Giardella, were in plain sight

in Mr. Giardella's trunk when he opened it
to get out a jack to fix the flat.

- Right.
- Now, there were seven nails

in Mr. Giardella's
right rear radial, Detective.

That wouldn't exactly produce a slow leak.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

Yet you say that during several hours
of antecedent surveillance,

you saw no one damage
Mr. Giardella's tire.

I was surveilling Mr. Giardella,
not his car, Counselor.

He stopped at Niglio's Coffee House.
Maybe, uh, maybe some urban youths

did, uh, mischief to his vehicle
during that time frame.

JAMES: (CHUCKLES)
Your Honor, uh...

- (ALFONSE LAUGHS)
- JAMES: ...justified or not,

the reputation of the neighborhood
in which Niglio's Coffee House is located

is such that "urban youths"

do not tend to congregate
and do mischief in its environs.

Maybe he drove past a construction site...

JAMES: On the other hand,

Detective Sipowicz here is known
to have a personal vendetta

against Mr. Giardella.

I submit that the true scenario

is that while my client stopped
at Niglio's,

Detective Sipowicz hammered nails
into his tire and caused a flat,

so that when Mr. Giardella stopped
to get out a spare,

the detective could circumvent
probable cause statutes

and go fishing inside
Mr. Giardella's trunk.

Move to suppress the evidence as tainted
and dismiss the complaint.

- Granted.
- (GAVEL BANGS)

- What about the construction-site theory?
- Pathetic.

- JUDGE: Adjourned.
- (GAVEL BANGS)

ANDY: Hey, what is that, a dead rat

- you got on your head?
- JOHN: Hey, hey, hang on.

Yeah, right.
Now, make some bad wig jokes.

Meanwhile, I'm walking out the door,
you nickel stiff.

Hey, Sipowicz. What is it you clear,
about 90 a day?

- Here, go buy yourself some clean socks.
- Hey, come on. Come on.

I'm gonna burn you down,
you small-time operator. You count on it.

- Let's lay off him. Lay off.
- No shot.

That wig-wearing hump
rubs me the wrong way.

- And I'm gonna make his life miserable.
- JOHN: Okay.

- And bury your own career in the bargain.
- Who are you kiddin', John, huh?

- They already held that service.
- (EXHALES DEEPLY) Andy.

ANDY: Hey, Miss District Attorney.

You really prosecuted
the crap outta that one.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- I went with the crap I had, Detective.

Oh, you think that was a hummer bust, huh?
You sayin' I queered that guy's tire?

I'd say res ipsa loquitur
if I thought you knew what it meant.

Hey! Ipsa this, you pissy little bitch!

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SIREN BLARING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Hey, guys.
- How's it going?

MARTINEZ: How you doin', Detective?

- Morning.
- Good morning.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- SERGEANT: Detective Kelly.
- Hey, Sarge. Thank you.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Where's Sipowicz?

JOHN: Hey, Lieutenant.
He's runnin' an errand.

ARTHUR: My office.

I heard he flipped out in court.

You need to think about a new partner.

Lieutenant, I know Sipowicz is messin' up
but he's gonna come out of it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I realize how you feel about him, John.
Both of us know where Andy is right now,

and it's not runnin' an errand.

He's on a bar stool
at Patrick's gettin' loaded.

Andy was a great cop.
Now, he's a drunk that won't help himself.

- I'm taking him off the street.
- Lieutenant, don't do that yet.

Let me talk to him.
Let me see if I can shake him up.

(WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

That asshole Giardella.

He can wear all the thousand-dollar suits
he wants. I'm not impressed.

I popped him when he was rollin' drunks
in the park, and he knows I did.

You know where that wig-wearin' scumbag
hump's gonna be tonight?

- The best table at Gianinni's.
- Gianinni's. You're damn right,

tellin' some broad how his lawyer
made me look like a jerk.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) Leon, hurt me twice.

- This is gotta stop, Andy.
- What's gotta stop?

This. You're gettin' stiff
every afternoon now.

Hey, look. I don't recall requesting
any career-counselling session from you.

When was the last time
you tried goin' on the wagon?

When was the last time
you tried growin' tits?

All right. Maybe we better talk
in the morning.

- No, no, no. Let's talk now.
- Okay.

I think we should call it quits.

- Meaning what?
- Meaning us being partners.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, sure.

Get a little bored at home,
you dump your wife.

Got a few problems at work,
you dump your partner.

First of all,
I didn't dump her, she dumped me,

and second of all, I've been carryin' you.

I know it, you know it,
every cop in the station house knows it,

and I'm sick of it.

All right. You wanna split up?

That's no problem.
That's no problem at all.

Get your hands off me.

- Let's go...
- Get your hands off of me!

Let's go somewhere
and get somethin' to eat.

I can't. I'm on rug patrol tonight.
It might embarrass your career.

- Andy, come here.
- Get away. Just get away from me, Kelly,

or so help me,
I'll clean your clock. (PANTS)

- Let me take care of this.
- LEON: Sure.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey, Ramon.
- RAMON: Hey, hiya, Detective.

- She just went in.
- Where'd you get that shiner?

Oh, punks. They jumped me
in the basement on Tuesday.

- Anybody report it?
- What am I gonna report?

I just gave 'em the 46 dollars.

Ramon, you don't report it,
I can't do anything about it.

I'll send a sector car over.

You should move back into the building
is what you should do.

Hey.

I brought dinner.

Where's the separation forms, Johnny?

JOHN: You know what? I lost 'em.

- You lost them?
- I looked all over the station.

We'll both work off yours.

We're each supposed to fill out
assets and expenses, you jerk.

I lost the form, Laurie.
You want me to hang myself?

So, am I dismissed? Do I get pizza?

Ramon got mugged in the laundry room?

Last Tuesday.

When was I gonna hear about it?

I just found out about it yesterday, John.
He was embarrassed to let anyone know.

You know what, don't go down there
nighttime anymore, all right?

- (REFRIGERATOR DOOR OPENS)
- I've been going to the Laundromat.

JOHN: How's work?
You gonna let 'em put up that building?

- (REFRIGERATOR DOOR CLOSES)
- We're still negotiating the variants.

Thank you.

- How's your work, John?
- I'd ask if I wanted to know.

You know... we are splittin' up.

You do not have to hate
the job anymore, okay?

Just 'cause we're splitting, Johnny,
doesn't mean I'm going to stop worrying

about you or caring what happens to you.

Good.

Hey, come here.

- You sure we're doing the right thing?
- I'm sure.

Hmm? Because a lot of people
stay together behind less

than what we got goin', Laurie.

That's not good enough.

Look, I don't want to have
this conversation

every time you get horny.
It's not going to work out for us.

My mistake.

(CLICKS TONGUE) I just think
it would be easier on both of us

if we made a clean break.

- Okay.
- I mean, I still have feelings for you,

and I know you still have feelings for me.

- That's right.
- So, I think it would be easier

if we just left each other alone.

(MELODIOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

A lot of good this is going to do.

- (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
- (TIRES SCREECH)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- MALE VOICE: Anything you want, Sal.

You're such an easy guy to find, Alfonse.

Thursday's at Gianinni's.
You're such a creature of habit.

- What are you doing here, Sipowicz?
- Am I interrupting, huh?

Was Al here impressing you
on how strong he is

- with the Marino family?
- Hey, I'm with a lady.

You're crossin' a line here.
Move away from me.

What is that, a threat, huh?
That supposed to intimidate me?

Look around you, Sipowicz.

You can't afford anything in here.
Go home.

- Stand up. Get up!
- ALFONSE: Are you crazy?

- Are you nuts?
- Stand up! Just shut your mouth!

All right. Mr. Wig says,
"Alfonse has to go outside now."

- Come on. Come on.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Come on. Let's go.

- Get off me, you son of a bitch! (GRUNTS)
- (ALFONSE GROANS)

MALE VOICE 1: Hey, Alfonse,
you okay? Alfonse, you all right?

Get back! Get back
or I'll blow your head off!

MALE VOICE 1: All right, take it easy.

All right. Let's see, Alfonse.
Let's see. Is this your money? Huh?

Here's your money, Alfonse.
Is this the hundred you offered me

- in court today? Eat it! Eat it!
- (ALFONSE GROANS)

You're a damn psycho, Sipowicz!
You need some time in the country!

- (THUDS)
- (ANDY GRUNTS)

ANDY: Here, you big ape!
You want some dessert, huh?

- Here, Alfonse, have a sock for dessert!
- (ALFONSE GROANS)

ANDY: Have one of the socks
I can't afford to change!

- (EXCLAIMS, PANTS)
- ANDY: What's that need, Alfonse, huh?

Something to spice it up?

- Maybe a dash of wig?
- (ALFONSE GROANS)

- ANDY: Here, go on. How's that, huh?
- (SIREN BLARING)

ANDY: You think you're better
than me! Is that what you think?

- JOHN: Andy! Andy!
- ANDY: Laugh at me now!

- Laugh now, you dickhead!
- JOHN: Get over here! Get over here!

- You get outta here! Get outta here!
- Breathe deep! Breathe deep!

Enjoy yourself! You just made
the worst mistake of your life!

- JOHN: What is the matter with you?
- Stop followin' me around, will ya?

- Get outta here!
- JOHN: What's the matter with you?

- ANDY: Stop followin' me around.
- JOHN: What's the matter with you?

- ANDY: Stop followin' me!
- What's goin' on, Detective?

- It's over.
- (ANDY PANTS)

- JOHN: Are you all right?
- (PANTS) Yeah, I'm all right.

Make sure he gets home. He's a cop.

- OFFICER: Come on. You all right?
- ANDY: Yeah, yeah.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Officer Licalsi.
- JANICE: Yeah?

- Weren't you at the 116 out in Queens?
- Yeah, till last month.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Who would I call over there
to get special attention

- on an apartment building?
- Give me the address.

- I'll take care of it.
- JOHN: Got a piece of paper?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JOHN: This is my wi... ex-wife's address.

There was a robbery in the basement
on Tuesday. Super didn't report it.

I'll make sure a sector car
keeps an eye on it. I will too.

- I live out there myself.
- Appreciate it.

I didn't realize you were, uh,
gettin' a divorce.

Uh...

yeah, I'm just gettin' it done.

- That's too bad.
- Yeah. Anyway, thanks a lot.

- SERGEANT: Detective.
- Who called the rat squad?

Something to do with your partner
feeding Giardella his wig last night.

- Yeah.
- The restaurant owner filed a complaint.

- Where's Sipowicz?
- Try the men's room.

They're gonna want
your statement, too, Detective.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (WHISTLES)
- (DOOR CLOSES)

- (SIGHS)
- Here, open, open this for me.

(ANDY EXHALES DEEPLY)

- You get home all right?
- Yeah.

- ANDY: See Internal Affairs outside?
- Yeah.

- I'm screwed.
- Hey, not off the statement

- I'm gonna give 'em.
- ANDY: Nah. (SNIFFS) They got me.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) What you said yesterday,

I can't disagree.

I been holdin' you down,
makin' you look bad.

No, that's not the point.
You stop drinking,

you get a little help for yourself...

Hey, you get to a point,
the hand's been dealt and played.

- Still friends, though, right?
- Oh, come on! (CHUCKLES)

- Still friends.
- (DOOR OPENS)

IAD prefers you
and Detective Sipowicz don't confer.

- You ready, Detective?
- (SNORTS, EXHALES DEEPLY)

(SNIFFS) Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER PA)

So, what happened last night?

- Was it as bad as the club owner said?
- I didn't see very much, Lieutenant.

I'm not pairing you with anybody
till we see how this shakes out.

You need a body,
use the kid in anticrime, Martinez.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- You got a visitor here, Detective.
- Detective Kelly, I'm Josh Goldstein.

- I know you from someplace.
- Yeah, I'm apartment 4B

- in your ex-wife's building.
- Oh! Come on.

- There wasn't another robbery, was there?
- No, not since Tuesday.

Although I did notice
some suspicious characters

in the lobby last night.
No, I'm an attorney, Detective.

Uh, Laura asked me to provide
some additional documents

which we need to file with the City Clerk.

- We weren't gonna use lawyers.
- Oh, I'm not being compensated.

She just felt
the process would go more smoothly

if somebody functioned as a go-between.

Sometimes we tend to get sidetracked.

Well, if you'll fill these out,
we can meet this afternoon, actually.

- How come you got a gun?
- Gun?

- What...
- Yeah, in your briefcase.

- You got a permit for that?
- Oh, my God, Detective.

It's just because of everything
that's been going on in the building.

So, that's a no on the permit.

Well, no, I... No, please,
don't arrest me. Please, don't arrest me.

I... I could be disbarred.
No... It'd kill my parents.

It's okay. Get the permit.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Now, I take these to the City Clerk?
- (EXHALES) Yeah.

Um, we can meet you there this afternoon.
Is three o'clock all right?

Three o'clock?

Um, I just want you to know, Detective,
uh, your wife wanted me to assure you

that there's no deepening
of animosities here...

- What's she cooking for you?
- Excuse me?

Well, if she's not payin' ya,
she's cookin' for ya.

(BRIEFCASE CLICKS)

We agreed on three dinners
in lieu of compensation.

(CHUCKLES) You drive a hard bargain.
What's on the menu?

Oh, believe me. I'll...
I'll happily take pot luck, you know?

Okay. Three o'clock. City Clerk's office.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- MALE VOICE 2: Thank you.
- James Martinez, Detective.

I heard a lot about you.
Anyways, I can help.

I don't know what you heard about me
but this is a temporary assignment.

- Don't unpack your bags, okay?
- I can work with that. Yeah.

(EXHALES)

MALE VOICE: Initial here to show
that you declined legal

and union representation
while you were giving the statement.

(PEN SCRIBBLING)

From this point, Detective, you should
consider yourself on modified assignment.

Your salary will continue.

You'll be notified
of further disciplinary action.

I'll need your gun and shield.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- (ANDY SIGHS)
- (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

No, John. Stay away.

Detective Kelly.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Line 'em up, Leon.

- Hi, Andy.
- Come on. Line 'em up.

(PANTS)

All right, come on. Let's go.

- ANDY: They're killin' me, Lois.
- I know, baby.

(EXHALES) They sit there, starin' at ya,
make you explain everything.

- LOIS: Mm-hmm.
- (ANDY SNIFFS)

They never been on the streets
in their lives.

- Uh, maybe I should take a shower.
- LOIS: No.

Later. After, hmm?

- They try to make you feel like two cents.
- Come on, baby. Come to Mama.

(BOTH EXHALE DEEPLY)

(ANDY GROANS, MOANS)

- ALFONSE: Hey, fat-ass.
- ANDY: Wha...

ALFONSE: Looks like you're a creature
of habit, too, Sipowicz,

only yours is gonna make you dead.

- I'm sorry, Andy. I'm sorry.
- I hope you got paid a lot of money.

Wait, now. Wait.
You gotta let me get outta here.

Go ahead. Good job.

I'm sorry, Andy.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- ALFONSE: She got people in Orlando.

- She thinks she's movin' down there.
- Yeah?

Did you tell her she could work
Disney World?

Say something smarter than that, Sipowicz.
You're gonna be dead a long time.

I'd rather be dead than walkin' around
with that mop on my head.

- (GUNSHOTS)
- (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- THUG: Hey, hey, private club.
- Kiss my ass.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- He's got a badge, Mr. Marino.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You know where Alfonse Giardella is?

- No.
- Did you know he shot a cop?

You didn't know, did ya?

He works for ya,
and he didn't get your permission, did he?

Hey, who raised you
to have such a big mouth?

- Let's go, pal.
- Yeah.

- (THUG GRUNTS)
- (CLATTERING)

Tell Giardella that John Kelly...

- (GROANS)
- ...wants to see him.

- Okay?
- (MAN COUGHS)

- No hands!
- John Kelly.

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

The hospital lists Sipowicz's condition
as extremely critical.

He's bleeding too badly
for them to finish operating.

The front desk'll have word of any change.

We're coordinating with Port Authority PD.
Monitoring all bus, rail and air terminals

for the prostitute
whose apartment he was shot at.

Meadows and Wong are canvassing
her building and her neighborhood

for any possible witnesses.
Sager and French are on Patrick's Bar.

I'm handling forensics.

You're all green lighted
for any necessary overtime.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

This is Inspector Lastarza
of the Organized Crime Unit.

Gentlemen, ladies...

first, be assured that as you investigate
Detective Sipowicz's shooting,

you'll receive whatever intelligence
and logistical assistance

my task force can provide.

By the same token,
since task force operations are ongoing,

and involve individuals who will fall
within the margins of your investigation,

it's imperative that you provide us
with notice of your activities.

A costly and regrettable incident
has just occurred

as a result of an officer's failure
to so notify.

I urge you all to avoid a repetition.

- Good luck.
- Kelly. See me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR CLOSES)

- You knocked out the surveillance mic.
- Where?

At the social club, Detective,

when you were doing
your John Wayne act for Marino.

I was putting a guy off me.

LASTARZA: Yeah,
you planted him in the thermostat,

which is where we placed
our surveillance mic,

which is no longer transmitting.

Hey, look, my partner got shot.
I could care about your surveillance mic.

I'm hooked into the biggest crime family
in the city.

I got two years
and 20,000 man-hours on the line,

and I'm not gonna jeopardize that
for any one shooting victim.

Cop or no cop, partner or no partner.

Your officer's emotionally involved,
Lieutenant.

He's out of policy. He's got no business
anywhere near this case.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Is he right?

That I'm emotionally involved?
Yeah. Aren't you?

- Is he right that you're out of control?
- Where's this going, Lieutenant?

I want you to sit down.
Make a list of all possible suspects,

- people he busted, people he pissed off...
- JOHN: That's a waste of time.

- ARTHUR: Are you gonna do...
- That's a waste of time.

So's forensics, so's lookin' for Lois.

- She's either outta town or outta air.
- Are you gonna do what I ask?

You want a suspect list, Lieutenant?
You got one.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Your wife's downstairs.

Oh, God. I blew that three o'clock.

(JOHN SNIFFS)

(EXHALES) This is pretty inconsiderate,
even for you, John.

The clerk's office is two subway rides
for your former wife and me. For you,

- it's just a walk across the street.
- JOHN: Yeah. I'm sorry.

Well, you put us
to considerable inconvenience here.

Are you done impressing her yet?
You ready to shut your mouth?

He's the one doing us a favor, John,

so why don't you just dial down
the macho intimidation...

Andy was shot a couple hours ago.

Oh, my God.

JOHN: So, I'm sorry, but we're gonna
have to do the paperwork another time.

Okay?

- Hi. I'm sorry about Sipowicz.
- Hey. Yeah.

Just came to know
what you're doing after work.

- If you're going over to the hospital...
- No. He might not be alive that long.

Well, if you want someone to ride
over there with you, or just get a beer.

Thanks. I'll let you know.

MARTINEZ: 15th Precinct,

Detective Squad, Officer Martinez.
Hey, Juanita.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SIRENS BLARING)

JOHN: Your list of suspects.

- This a joke? One name?
- Alfonse Giardella set him up.

Alfonse Giardella shot him.
There are no other suspects.

MARTINEZ: Well, it'll only take
about 15 minutes.

- JOHN: You wanna get in some trouble?
- I'm up for that.

- I gotta go.
- JOHN: Come on.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Police!
- MALE VOICE: Hey! Whoa!

Everyone zip up, wipe their hands off
and get against the back wall!

MALE VOICE 2: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

MARTINEZ: That's it. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Move it.

- Angelo Marino. Thank him. Come on.
- MARTINEZ: Move to the side. That's it.

- JOHN: Atta boy. Get over here.
- MARTINEZ: Come on. Come on. Come on.

- Call him when you want to be bailed out.
- MARTINEZ: Spread your legs.

Thank him for the bust.

- MARTINEZ: Against the wall.
- You come around. Here you go.

MALE VOICE: Delivery.

- Lunchtime, fellas!
- You are under arrest.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- MARTINEZ: Get against the wall!
- JOHN: Tell Marino...

(ALL CLAMORING)

because he can't control his people.

- This is for Giardella shootin' a cop.
- Get over there. Spread 'em!

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Waste your time runnin' like that, man.

You're never gonna get away from me.

Thanks for your help, Martinez.
You got real moves out there.

- I escaped a lot as a youth.
- Come here, Kelly.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What the hell do you think you're doin'?

I'm gonna bleed Marino
till he gives up Giardella.

- And what if he gives him up dead?
- That's okay too.

I got four messages from Lastarza
I haven't answered.

I'm not gonna be able to protect you
if it hits the fan.

- I understand.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)

Officer Licalsi.

- You wanna get that beer?
- JANICE: Sure.

- JOHN: Here you go.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Was Sipowicz your first partner?
- Yep, since I got my shield.

- He's tough, huh? He's still hangin' on.
- JOHN: Yeah.

I been afraid to go over there.

My dad died in that hospital
when I was a kid, you know?

- How'd he die?
- He was a cop.

- Oh.
- JOHN: Went through the wrong door.

- I'm sorry.
- JOHN: Yeah.

- My dad's a cop too.
- Oh, yeah?

- JOHN: Whereabouts?
- Uptown, the 27.

- My folks live in Staten Island now.
- Hmm. They must be proud of you, huh?

Hope so. (CHUCKLES)

You don't have to be at the hospital.
You were with Sipowicz when it mattered.

Yeah, well, I don't know.

You know, we got into a big beef
right before he went after Giardella.

I halfway think that's why he did it,
you know?

I mean, I know that's not why
he got shot, but...

you know, it just seems
that no matter how much you feel

about someone, you never really get it
squared away, you know?

You never really get to understand them
the way you wanted.

Is that how it was with your wife?

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
No, she blamed the job.

Said I was in the street too much.

Maybe she didn't meet you halfway.
Maybe she didn't know how to listen.

Hmm.

There's probably enough blame
to go around there, right?

- (LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHS)

You wanna get some dinner?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WAITER: May I take these? Thank you.

So, what do you want to be doing
in a couple of years?

JANICE: What you're doing now.

I want my shield.
I heard you got yours when you were 28.

Yep. I was lucky.

So, what do we do now?

That depends on you.

- You're right up front, aren't you?
- I don't count on second chances.

You're gonna think I'm weird if I tell ya
I'm not really sure what I wanna do.

JANICE: I don't think you're weird.

I was married six years.
I never fooled around.

- Really?
- That's right.

Well, why don't we just play it by ear?

Where are we playin'?

- (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (WOMAN VOCALIZING)

(JOHN CHUCKLES)

Oh! It's all right, it's all right

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Oh! It's all right, it's all right

- (DOOR KNOCKS)
- Come on! Come on! Come on!

- (DOOR KNOCKS)
- I'll be right back.

(DOOR KNOCKS)

- Oh, you are here.
- Hi.

- You know, your phone's off the hook.
- Is that right?

(SIGHS)

Is there any news about Andy?

Uh, no, he's... he's the same.

Look, I'm sorry I messed up on the papers.

No. That's the last thing
you should have been thinking about.

Can I come in?

Uh. I got... I got some company.

Well, you're all broken up
about Andy, aren't you, John?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

Let's just do what we came here to do,
all right?

I'm James Sinclair,
of counsel to Alfonse Giardella.

We understand that my client is wanted
for questioning

in the shooting of Detective Sipowicz.

Some head case rousts me in the street,
and I get harassed when he's whacked.

He ain't dead yet, Alfonse.

Hey, I don't give a damn
about your fat-ass buddy, Kelly.

Makes no difference to me.
I was playing cards.

- You here for a statement?
- That's right.

- Interview one.
- Come on, come on.

ALFONSE: You see, I know
what you're trying to do here, Kelly,

with me and Angelo Marino.
And you can forget it.

- It's not gonna work.
- What I think would be useful here

is that if maybe you, uh,
traced your activities,

starting, say, eight o'clock,
yesterday morning.

ALFONSE: I'm gonna trace myself.

I just wanna tell this douche bag
that he's barkin' up the wrong tree.

And he's making trouble
for the wrong people.

Sit down, fatso.

All right. So, I was on my way
to Atlantic City. I got a condo there.

I arrived at my condo,

and I went over to several casinos
where I lost money playing blackjack.

It's all there on the ceiling cameras.
You can check it out.

I arrived back at my condo,
and I got a call from my wife

that you guys was lookin' for me.
This was, what? Maybe 9:00 last night?

I drove back up this morning.

- Questions, gentlemen?
- ARTHUR: Yeah.

What time did you get
to the casino yesterday?

'Bout 4:00 in the afternoon.

That's three and a half hours
after Sipowicz was shot.

ALFONSE: Well, that's...
that's when I arrived.

What do you want me to say?

(SCOFFS) Why? What,
is he suddenly talkin' now?

He's makin' accusations?

'Cause I was accompanied the whole drive.
I got people that can testify to that.

Hey, look, I don't care what he says
in his whacked-out, deluded mind.

Screw him and screw you guys!
None of this here is gonna work.

Angelo Marino trusts me.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- I should thank you, Detective.
- JOHN: For what?

This one-man crackdown of yours
has made my fiscal year.

Please, take my card
if you should need to be in touch.

Shove it, Counselor.

Take the card, Detective,
and look at the address on the back.

It's a restaurant I strongly recommend
for dinner tonight.

Hey, Jimmy. Come on. Let's go.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Your party's here, Mr. Marino.
Excuse me. I gotta look for a wire.

- ANGELO: Hey, ya got me.
- JOHN: (CLICKS TONGUE) Page your unit.

MALE VOICE: It's okay, Lou.

MALE VOICE 2: You don't mind
if I hold it, huh?

That way, I won't have to take it apart.

- JOHN: Nah.
- MALE VOICE 2: Enjoy your meal.

- You want something to eat, drink?
- No.

This has gotta stop,
this crap in the street.

Gimme Giardella.

We're not talking about Alfonse Giardella.

If I got a problem with that,
I'll take care of it myself.

We're talking about you and me.

I'm sitting here politely,
I'm offering you a deal.

And I'm telling you, either cut this out

or we got a serious problem,
you understand?

- That isn't gonna continue.
- He whacked my partner, and I want him.

And I said,
the problem's mine to take care of.

Now, sometimes people get justice
without getting time.

Not good enough.

You punk. You're gonna tell me
what's good enough?

You're gonna tell me
how to run my business?

You're gonna embarrass me in public?

You think you can't get hurt too?

- You know what you have to do.
- You're gonna keep this up, aren't ya?

Till he's mine.

- (PAGER BEEPING)
- This thing's goin' off.

- (SIRENS BLARING)
- (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

JOHN: What happened?

I was on my way home.
I saw the radio cars.

Your ex-wife, she's fine.
She wasn't involved.

She knows the guy that got mugged.
He was in the basement

doing his laundry.
He didn't want to give up his wallet.

- Uh, I can walk. This is...
- LAURA: Watch it.

I'm on the job.
Any description of this guy?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All right. You okay, 4B?

Yeah, I'm gonna live. Guess as a fighter,
I make a great lawyer. (SCOFFS)

- Is my nose broken?
- I wouldn't be surprised.

(GROANS) Well, maybe this is an excuse
to get it fixed.

Uh, look, I'll go get my bag,
and I'll meet you in the emergency room.

No, uh, that's really not necessary.

(JOHN SNIFFS)

- You all right? You see anything?
- No. No, not till he came to my door.

Maybe, uh, you go over to your mother's
till I get this guy.

I didn't have a right do that last night.

I... I didn't have a right to talk to you
like that when I came to your apartment.

- It's all right.
- No, it isn't.

You have a right to have company
the same way I do.

Just because I had a hard time
living with you

doesn't mean I'm not having a hard time

- living without you.
- We'll feel our way through it.

- I'm gonna go to the hospital.
- (AMBULANCE DOOR CLOSES)

- Where are they takin' him?
- Queen's General.

(AMBULANCE ENGINE STARTS)

- Nothing new on Andy?
- No.

- (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
- (AMBULANCE ENGINE REVVING)

Take care of yourself, all right?

See you, John.

- She's okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Uh, hey, thanks for stopping, you know.
- No problem.

- What about us?
- We're fine. We're fine.

- JOHN: I'll call you later. All right?
- JANICE: Okay.

- Take care, all right?
- I will.

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

Mr. Marino. You wanted to see me?

This guy won't hear reason.
Is that your impression?

That Kelly won't back off?

I'm not sure.
He's pretty upset about his partner.

Not sure? (CHUCKLES)

You're screwin' the guy,
and you're not sure?

All right. I want you to kill him.

How am I gonna do that?

You're a cop. You'll figure something out.

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

- (MONITOR BEEPING)
- (VENTILATOR HISSING)

I'm sorry, I didn't...
I didn't get here till now, buddy. I...

I had a bad experience here.
You know, my dad, and, uh...

You know about that.

I don't know. I don't know
if you can hear me, or what. I don't know.

I don't know what's goin' on in your head.

But, uh...

I'm sorry.

You know, I wished I coulda helped you
more, you know? I just...

Uh... I mean, you know, I'm grateful
for the way you... you treated me...

coming up, and, uh...

You were like a father to me, man.

And, uh... if this is goodbye,

I came here to tell you

that you're the toughest bastard
I ever met.

And I'm not countin' you out.

I'm not countin' you out.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

- Andy?
- (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)