All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E03 - Brown Appetit.sd-en

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN BLARES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Yeah, Lewis. He's in the holding area.

- Back there.
- OFFICER: Okay, got it.

SARGEANT: Here you go.

Dominic Gennaro, Sarge. I'm on a job.

- Janice Licalsi around?
- Yeah, in the complaint room.

Thank you.

How you doin', cookie?

(SIGHS) Good, Daddy. (CHUCKLES)

- Is everything okay at home?
- Yeah, Mom's good.

What's up?

I wanted to see you
before you found something out.

They're gonna make
an announcement this afternoon.

Some cops are gonna be indicted.

I'm gonna be one of them.

It's out of this Giardella testimony
with the grand jury.

They're gonna say I took money
from Angelo Marino, I was on his payroll.

How come you don't ask if it's true?

Tell me what you wanna tell me.

They paid me for giving up warrants.

When I was on gambling
and narcotics, uh...

I tipped them
if there was gonna be a raid.

It's been over for five years,
but I did it.

Now I'm glad when you joined the force
you used Mom's name.

How you feel personally is one thing,

but at least nobody's
gonna know we're related.

I'm not ashamed to be your daughter.

(PHONE RINGING)

I want you to know I'm proud of you.

I've always been proud
of the way you carried yourself,

the kind of cop you are.

I'll always be glad for that part, anyway.

That these bastards
never reached out to you.

(SIRENS BLARING)

You okay? You got someone
you can talk to, uh?

Yeah, Daddy, I'm fine.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Sipowicz, what are you doin' here?

I heard a rumor
the rat you're watching's leavin' town.

- Keep him inside, Jerry.
- Is that right?

They're taking Giardella to DC?

- MARSHAL 1: That's none of your business.
- Oh, sure.

Just 'cause that son of a bitch
put six bullets in my gut,

that doesn't mean
I should wonder what's goin' on with him.

Look, I know what Giardella did to you,
but you can't be coming around here.

- You jam everyone up.
- Oh, yeah.

Detective, if you're not
out of here in 30 seconds,

you'll be under arrest
for interfering with federal marshals.

How's it going in there, Alfonse?

- ALFONSE: Is that Sipowicz?
- You hidin' under the bed covers?

You lowlife piece of crap, huh?

What is it, Sipowicz?
You wanna see the rest of my suite?

Maybe try out one of the bathrobes?

(CHUCKLES) Oh, there it is.
The ugliest wig in America.

Hey, douchebag,
I got 24-hour room service,

and three different dirty movie channels.

Yeah? How'd you like to watch 'em

from a hole
in the middle of your forehead? (GRUNTS)

- (SCREAMS)
- MARSHAL 1: Get out of here, Sipowicz!

Get out! Get out!

Hey... (CHUCKLES) ...that's a good look
for you, Alfonse, huh?

Why don't you mix
that mud in with your rug?

He's a savage, this guy.
He's out of the trees.

Hey, I'm not done with you, Giardella.
You and me are going around again.

- GREG: Do not come back here!
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(PHONE RINGING)

OFFICER 1: Sign it right here.

- JOHN: Hey. Thanks.
- What's up?

Detective Kelly,
is this gonna go on forever?

JOHN: What's that?

- You pretending I don't exist.
- You got real guts, you know that?

Why don't you figure yourself lucky
I don't collar you for homicide.

Stay away from me, all right?

Could I just talk to you for a minute?
I need to talk to you!

JOHN: No, you don't.
I understand what happened.

You were dirty. You were gettin' squeezed.

You whacked Marino to get loose,
and now you're gonna get away with it.

John, you're the only one I can talk to.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- I can't, okay?

- Hey. (CHUCKLES)
- (ANDY GRUNTS GREETING)

- Regards from Harry Timmons.
- ANDY: Yeah? How's he doin'?

- How's his security business?
- Yeah, it's going great, I guess.

- He got any night work for you?
- Yeah, I'm, uh, bodyguardin'

some society people I'm meeting tonight.

Yeah, It's too bad
I make such a lousy appearance.

As busy as I am around here,
I could've worked a double shift.

Andy, stay cool, all right? Fancy wants
to make sure you got your feet under you.

- That's all.
- Oh, you think so, huh?

I figure he's seeing if I can set
a world's record for twiddlin' my thumbs.

- Andy. Andy, would you... would you mind?
- Yeah? Ah!

K... keepin' an eye
on Luther again, today?

ANDY: Come on, Medavoy,
what am I, a kennel service here? Huh?

Come on. I can't leave him home alone
and... and the wife's gone till Friday.

All right, all right.
Where is he? In the locker room?

GREG: Yeah, yeah.
You got the scooper?

- Yeah, I got the scooper. Yeah.
- You're a prince.

Kelly, you got a
residential robbery-assault,

maybe a homicide by now.

They didn't think
the victim was gonna make it.

- Who should I work with?
- ARTHUR: Martinez.

Sipowicz, my office.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Close the door.

I just had a call
from the federal marshals.

Is that so?

What the hell
were you doing at Giardella's hotel?

ANDY: I was in the neighborhood.
I thought I'd say hello.

(SCOFFS) I don't get you.

You know you're on probation,
and you go down there,

and put on a bozo act.

- That asshole shot me, lieutenant.
- I know he shot you.

And now the DA's puttin' him up
in some joint where I can't afford

to buy a cup of coffee.

I agree. They never should have
cut Giardella a deal.

Yeah?
But I'm not supposed to be pissed off?

You can be as pissed off as you want.

What you can't do is go down there,
and try to brain him with a potted plant.

I used bad judgment, all right?
Look, maybe if I was a little busier.

It's like the chicken and the egg.

First you stop acting like a flake,
then maybe you get back on the street.

Lieutenant, look,
I've been takin' the psycho calls,

filin' the stop-and-frisk reports,

- doing the community policing logs.
- You want a gold star?

Is that bein' a flake, huh? How long
is this probation thing gonna go on?

I told you, I'm giving myself time
to make up my mind.

I think you've already
made up your mind, Lieutenant.

And I think you're tryin'
to screw me from behind that desk.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ANDY SIGHS)

- OFFICER 2: But did you sign it?
- OFFICER 3: Yeah, it's ready to go.

(CHUCKLES, SIGHS) You know what, fellas?

I'm considering a whole new,
uh, organizational approach

on my... my work area here, you know?
You see... you see this section here, huh?

This quadrant I may reserve
for... for these...

these little yellow note reminders
with the glue on the back, you know?

And over here, this area,
I think I'm... gonna restrict...

to, uh, paper weights and animal magnets.
Maybe those little giraffes.

All right, very funny.

No, no, no.
Nobody's bein' funny here, John.

No, I am... I'm tryin' to figure out
my work schedule here, you know.

I mean, I'm under
an enormous time pressure.

You know? I mean,
I, uh, I gotta reorganize my desk.

I... I gotta walk Medavoy's dog, you know?

Hey, Lieutenant. You know,
if it stays this hectic around here,

would I be okayed for overtime?

(SIGHS) Why don't the two of us
get together after work?

- No ranks?
- No ranks. Just folks.

- Why wait?
- After work.

Kelly, you got an assignment.

(OFFICERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

- Give me another minute.
- Sure.

OFFICER 4: Yeah, I'm waitin' to go on...

His Highness
hasn't finished his meal yet.

What was that about with Fancy?

Me and the Lieutenant are
gonna get together after work.

Get to know each other better.

- (SCOFFS) Andy.
- (LUTHER PANTS)

Andy! You are on thin ice
with this guy already.

How is this gonna help you,
gettin' in his face?

Hey, look, I've been
in this precinct for 17 years, John.

You know?
I got informants on every other block.

I know every merchant, every skell,
all the good guys, all the bad guys.

Plus, I wanna work with you again.

But if the only way
to get back on the street

because that... that African-American hump
in that office there

won't give me a square shot,

is to put in for a transfer,
then that's what I'm gonna do.

And if that's what I gotta do,
I am gonna get my two cents

in before I go, John.

Now go on, get outta here. You got a case.

Go on, get out.

(LUTHER CHOMPING)

- Who are you starin' at?
- (LUTHER GROWLS)

JAMES: Is that
gonna be all right, Detective?

I don't know, Martinez. I don't know.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

You figure the basement window
for the entry?

- Yeah.
- All right, let's start the canvass here.

JOHN: You okay?

Her face goin' colors like that,
that's the air getting cut off?

JOHN: That's the air
getting cut off.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

Ma'am, I'm John Kelly.

That's James Martinez.
We're from the 1-5 Precinct.

She's dead?

- Lois Ceizler?
- Yeah.

You mind if I ask your name
and date of birth, ma'am?

Annette DiLeo, March 23rd, 1935.

Okay. You live in the house alone?

Uh, I live with my oldest son, Michael.

- OFFICER: So, uh, nobody there.
- ANNETTE: Uh, he's, um,

was born on April 7th, 1967.

Do you have the same last name?

Yes.

Mrs. DiLeo,
is there any information you can give me?

Anything unusual happen next door,
this morning?

I was out till half an hour ago.

I saw all the ambulances,
and all when I got back,

but I didn't want to interfere.

What time did you leave?

About a quarter after eight.
I work half days at, uh, Lieman's Bakery.

My son dropped me off.

And Michael. Michael?

Uh, is he home, or, uh,
can I reach him at work?

He... he brought my car back here,
then he went out to see my other son.

Where does he live?

ANNETTE: Uh, Jaime?
Lives in Ridgewood.

You... you have an address on him?

(SIGHS) Well, it's on Troutman Street.
I don't know the address.

Either of your boys ever been in trouble
with the police, Mrs. DiLeo?

- No.
- JOHN: Okay.

Thank you.

I'm going to, uh, give you my card.

And if you can think of anything
that might be helpful,

you'll give me a call?

- ANNETTE: Yes.
- Thanks again.

(POLICE RADIO INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- I'm gonna check for messages.
- JAMES: What kinda messages?

I want to run a B.C.I.
on these two brothers.

(DISPATCHER OVER RADIO)
Fifteen Squad, Base K.

Yeah, I want to run a B.C.I.
on a Ridgewood address.

- Take care of that thing for me? Great.
- JOHN: James or Jaime DiLeo.

D-I-L-E-O. Caucasian, early 20s.

Also Michael, same last name, 26...

62 Bank Street, Manhattan.

(DISPATCHER OVER RADIO)
Fifteen squad, stand by.

Twenty-six years old,
no job, living at home.

- Maybe that's a junkie savin' on rent.
- Yeah. Plus...

plus, he brought the car back.
That's what she said, right?

Yeah.

(DISPATCHER OVER RADIO)
Fifteen squad on the air.

Your address in Ridgewood
is 1447 Troutman Street.

- Priors on both names.
- Bingo.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Yeah.

MALE VOICE: Yes, yes, I'm coming.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

JOHN: You the super?

- You got a James DiLeo in 3-J?
- What did he do?

JOHN: I'm not sure yet.
Where's his fire escape located?

Out his window.
It drops into the side alley.

Whatever you want
to talk to him about, he probably did it.

The kid lives like an animal.

- SUPERINTENDENT: How you doing, Mr. DiLeo?
- JAMES: Police! I got him! I got him!

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

JAMES: Mike, cops! Get out!

JAMES: Stop!

Freeze, asshole! Freeze!

No, Martinez!

- James, are you all right?
- Yeah.

- What are you, a circus cop?
- Yeah. Fl... flying James Martinez.

Hang in there.

REPORTER: And now to our own
Lanny Chrisman with details

on those just-announced indictments...

- Thanks.
- ...of New York City police officers.

Lanny.

- LANNY: Early this afternoon...
- ARTHUR: They indicted 14 cops.

LANNY: ...the district attorney
announced the indictment

of 14 New York City police officers.

- Anybody from our precinct?
- LANNY: As a result of a grand jury

LANNY: testimony
of organized crime leader...

- What you got?
- LANNY: ...Alfonse Giardella...

We like these, uh, these DiLeo brothers.

They both use.
They both got sheets for burglary.

Any violence?

No, I think they were just doing
a robbery. The old lady surprised them.

Uh, tell Narcotics, let the junkies know.

there's a walk for anybody
that gives these guys up.

Okay.

Martinez, would you reach out
to Narcotics, please?

JAMES: No problem.

- ANDY: Hey.
- Hey. 4B.

- JOSH: Hey.
- How's the nose?

Uh, would you like to hear
something interesting, Detective Kelly?

(CHUCKLES) I'm breathing better than
at any time since adolescence. (CHUCKLES)

- That is interesting.
- I'm here about my gun.

You know that it was confiscated

- the other night after the incident.
- Yeah.

Well, I have a hearing in a few hours
before the Police Permit Board,

and I wonder if I can impose on you

- to draft up a short statement.
- I'm gonna pass, 4B. I'm gonna pass.

(CHUCKLES) Do you mind if I ask why?

Well, because I don't think
you should have a weapon right now.

I think you'd agree, Detective,
that as matters developed

in that laundry room, it was pretty lucky
that I had my gun with me.

Maybe. But then again,

if you didn't, then maybe
you wouldn't have been down there

doing your laundry ten times a week
waitin' for that mugger to come back,

so you could plug him, right?

So, you're saying because
I successfully fought off an assault,

I should just forfeit
my right to bear arms?

No, what I'm saying is,
you were robbed and beaten up, 4B.

- That's an awful experience.
- Right.

JOHN: Some people have to go

- into treatment to get over it.
- (SCOFFS)

JOHN: Some people
never go outside again.

And some people get really pissed off,
decide they're gonna square things up,

and they start lookin' for trouble.

Which is what you think
I'm doing? (CHUCKLES)

- (CHUCKLES)
- Try this.

Why don't you forget about your gun
for a while and let things unwind?

No, Detective.
What I'm going to do is pursue my rights

under the Second Amendment.

- Okay.
- JOSH: Okay.

Thank you for your time.

ANDY: So, you got
your coat hangers hanging

from your windows, right?
Did you string four hangers per pane?

Radio and ultraviolet waves, yeah, yeah.

Any attempt whatsoever to control
your mind from beyond your windows,

those hangers are gonna neutralize, right?

What about the aluminum foil?
Did you cover your ceiling?

Well, then, uh, you're in business.

You got yourself
an alien-thought-proof room there.

Look, uh, one other thing effective
with these control rays is, uh,

refuse to think about 'em.
Take a walk, read a book, uh...

We call that delusion technique.

You fend 'em off
with what you're thinking,

and it gradually weakens their hold, yeah.

All right, yeah. Wonderful. Yeah.
Okay, sure thing. Keep in touch.

Hey, I'm, uh...

I'm on my way out
to see these, uh, people

that Timmons has me bodyguardin'.

Well, have a dandy time.

- Yeah. Hey.
- Hey.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (DOOR CLOSES)

This thing with the Lieutenant.

My understanding is,
you wanna be back out on the street.

If you can remember
what you're tryin' to accomplish,

when you talk to somebody like him,
then you won't fly off the handle.

- Yeah.
- JOHN: Focus on what you want.

Then we have control, you know?

All right.
Yeah, I got you, Kelly. I got your drift.

- Yeah.
- All right. See you later?

Yeah. (MUTTERS)

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (PHONE RINGING)

OFFICER: We got another complaint
from that lady...

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

Is your father
one of the cops indicted?

That what you were trying
to tell me this morning?

Oh.

I'm so worried about him. (SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

(PHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Fortune magazine puts my personal worth
at over 250 million dollars, Detective.

Time says that I'm one
of the ten most effective

private citizens in the country.

My art collection is

museum quality.

And none of it would mean anything
if my wife were to be jeopardized.

Well, I'll try not to let that happen.

I hope you do a little more than try.

I was... That was just a way of speaking.
I won't let anything happen to her.

Oh, Susan, this is Detective John Kelly.

- JOHN: Hi, ma'am.
- How do you do?

Susan will tell you the details
of her evening calendar.

- Uh, do you own a tuxedo?
- Uh, yes.

Really? Well, if that's a fib,
bill me for the rental.

Here's my schedule, Mr. Kelly.

Do you feel like benefiting
the National Diabetic Fund tomorrow night?

Sure.

Is there anything you need to know
that my husband hasn't told you?

Nothing comes to mind.

So, he has made you aware
that he's one of America's

most effective private citizens?
That his art collection is museum quality?

- Well, uh, that... that came up.
- SUSAN: Hmm, good.

Then we're all on the same page.

So, I'll pick you up
at 7:30 tomorrow night.

- 7:30, tomorrow.
- Great.

- I'll send my car for you.
- Okay. All right.

(PHONE RINGING)

You ready?

Yep.

Catch the door.

Okay, I'm out from behind my desk.

- We'll see how far.
- What you said this morning was wrong.

I got my personal opinions about you.
I think you're an asshole.

I think you're an asshole.

But that hasn't affected
how I've treated you on the job.

- You really believe that?
- Yeah, I really believe it.

You guys make me laugh.

Now, what guys
would you be referring to?

- Black bosses.
- Well, that didn't take long.

I thought I was supposed to feel free
to express my opinions.

Well, for you,
I guess that means being a bigot.

Hey, I'm not up nights
thinkin' about the two of us out for ribs,

but all I was sayin' is,
you guys live inside the books.

You act like machines, you know?
You don't like somebody,

you go after 'em like Robo-humps.

Well, you'd think we might
play it close to the vest

because we know
people are watching for us to mess up.

Oh, makes you nervous, doesn't it, huh?

Somebody always lookin'
over your shoulders,

waitin' for you to make a mistake.

Look, just how exactly do you figure
I tried to screw you, Sipowicz?

I've watched you crawl inside a bottle
and set up housekeeping.

I've watched you carry on
a private war with some hood

that made you crazy
for reasons I will never understand.

The truth is, I've cut you slack.

Because you were a good cop,
and you were a good teacher.

I could be that again.
I could be that again,

if you would just get
your damn foot off my neck.

Oh, for God's sake,
I haven't had a drink in 63 days.

- You going to 12-step meetings?
- I'm doing this my own way.

How? Sittin' at home in front of your TV
with your fingers diggin' into your sofa?

There's a difference
between dry and sober.

Hey, look. Look, I just want
to be able to do my job, huh?

I don't want to have to transfer
to another precinct.

I don't do good in new situations.

- I've raised that kid.
- Raised who?

Kelly. (PANTS)

You like this, huh?
Seein' people embarrass themselves?

(PANTS)

- You're not embarrassing yourself.
- (PANTS)

ARTHUR: Not now.

I got some thinking to do.
I'll see you in the morning.

(PHONE RINGING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- Hey, how's the arm?
- Hey. It's a little stiff.

Hey, uh, Narcotics over in the 1-2,
just picked up those DiLeo brothers

on a junkie sweep, Detective.
They just pulled 'em over.

- JOHN: Are they charged?
- They hadn't copped yet

when they got picked up,
but one of them had a VCR,

and he said his mother gave it to him.

She backed his story
when Narcotics called her up.

That's my call. What was
Narcotics speaking to the mother for?

They didn't know yet
we wanted these guys for our case.

- Which one had the VCR?
- Uh, Michael, the one in the pen.

JOHN: All right, I'll talk to him first.

- Want me to do the interview?
- No, I'll do it.

- Sure, no problem. Okay.
- I'll talk to him in a minute.

How'd it go last night?

I don't know.

Lieutenant said he'd inform me
this morning what he decided.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

Sipowicz will work with you
on the Ceizler investigation.

- Great.
- That's, uh, outdoors, indoors?

Outdoors, indoors, full duty.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (CHUCKLES)

So you understand your rights
as I've given them to you?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

And you're sure
you don't want an attorney?

- I don't need one. I didn't do nothin'.
- Okay.

If you change your mind,
you let me know.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

You're a hell of an acrobat.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah,
you guys scared us yesterday. Yeah.

Well, we wanted to talk to you
about what happened

to your next-door neighbor.

Yeah, we didn't know
what you guys wanted.

JOHN: Yeah. Did you hear
what happened to her? Mrs. Ceizler?

- Yeah, on the news, and my mother said.
- JOHN: Hmm.

Yeah, well, she got robbed,
strangled, and her throat was cut.

MICHAEL: We didn't have nothin'
to do with it. You know, I mean,

I barely knew her.
You know, I just knew her to say hello to.

What do you do for a living?

MICHAEL: Odd jobs. You know,
mechanical repair, that kind of thing.

I noticed the narcotics collars
on your sheet.

Are you using now?

(SNIFFS) Well, I'm not a 100 percent,
but, you know,

- I'm not as bad as I was.
- Yeah.

You move back in with your mom
to get straight?

- That's part of it.
- JOHN: Hmm, that must be tough.

(SNIFFS)

JOHN: You're trying to get straight,
and your brother's still using.

That's hard.

He ever agitate you into getting high?

MICHAEL: You'd have to talk to him.

Yeah. I'll tell you,
Michael, I don't know.

If you were involved,
I can't see you with the break-in.

Not livin' next door.
Maybe it was your brother.

I mean, I know you two were home.
You dropped your mother off at work.

Maybe he was looking for a place
to break in, get some money, get high.

(SIGHS) Look, I wasn't
in that lady's house yesterday,

and neither was my brother.

You see,
when something like this happens,

it's usually a burglary gone out of whack.

Nobody's meant to get hurt.
It just gets out of control.

That's not what happened.
I had nothin' to do with this.

How about the VCR?
Jaime steal it from your mother?

MICHAEL: She gave that to us.

No. No.

He took it from your mother,
but you wouldn't let him sell it.

I mean, they just...
they just put me on this, you know.

It's a straight-up burglary,
it looks to me.

And that woman must've walked in,
all hell broke loose.

Things happened no one meant to happen.

Look, I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

No. That's why you dove out
that window yesterday

when the cops came to your apartment?

Is that a crime, to leave an apartment?
No, I didn't think so.

I'm just saying
that's what you did, Jaime.

Now, in the detective's handbook,
we call that "suspicious behavior."

Look, are you gonna
charge me with anything?

What's your hurry, Jaime?

Hey, you're not jonesing
on me now, are you?

- How long since you fixed?
- Are you gonna charge me or release me?

I may smack you in your face,
you little turd. You ask me that

- one more time.
- Up yours, dick-head, all right?

I wanna be charged or released.

What are these, new sneakers? Huh?
What happened to the other ones?

- They got covered with blood?
- (GROANS)

Watch it. Watch your balance.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Detective Kelly again, Mrs. DiLeo.

That's Detective Sipowicz.

ANDY: Ma'am.

We need to talk about
Jaime and Michael again.

Why?

- JOHN: Could we come in?
- No.

They haven't done anything.

Mrs. DiLeo, yesterday you told me
they never had trouble

with the police before.

I said, "Not for several years!"
You should let 'em start over.

They were picked up tryin' to buy heroin,

and they were tryin' to get it
by sellin' your VCR.

Well, that's... that's mine.
It's got nothing to do with Lois Ceizler.

So, you're sayin' that
you gave them your VCR to buy heroin?

I want you to leave me alone!

Mrs. DiLeo, it gets to the point.
where a mother's love isn't enough.

It isn't what children need.

Look, look,
your sons robbed you, didn't they?

They took that VCR while you were at work,

and you're afraid
they did the same thing next door.

They broke in, that woman was home,
and they did somethin' terrible to her.

No, no, I... I gave it to 'em.
I don't know nothin' about next door.

No, you know that woman was robbed,
and strangled and her throat was cut.

How long did she live next door to you?

Twenty-three years.

We both lost our husbands
within two years of each other.

Yeah, well, you know
she didn't deserve what happened to her.

I know.

Look, we want you to tell the truth
about this VCR, Mrs. DiLeo.

We want to keep your boys in custody
while we investigate this other matter.

All that can happen
while they're in custody,

is they get clean,
and they get off the dope's influence

and they can't hurt anybody else.

Nobody wants to charge them
for next door right now.

Maybe we'll find out
they weren't involved.

I'm so confused. I'm... I'm askin' you,
please, just leave me alone!

You... you believe in God,
don't you, Mrs. DiLeo?

Yes!

Pray to God.
Ask him what he wants you to do.

- Oh, please, please, just give me time.
- Do you still have my card?

Yes. It's inside.

I'll pray. I'll ask God what to do.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SUSAN: What do you think, Mr. Kelly?

I think the people
running this charity should be happy.

Hmm, we're going to raise
over a half-million dollars tonight.

- JOHN: Hmm.
- It's how the idle rich

persuade themselves
they're leading useful lives.

My husband just got here, Mr. Kelly.

See, there's Tom, and that's Greg Sacca,
one of his unprincipled assistants

who's bearding for him this evening.

The blonde on Mr. Sacca's arm
is my husband's new mistress.

I think I'm going to pretend to go and...
and powder my nose. If you'll just...

I'm gonna... I'll walk you to the door.

- SUSAN: Excuse me.
- (JOHN CLEARS THROAT)

LAURA: Hi, Johnny.

- JOHN: Hey.
- Hi. (CHUCKLES)

- FEMALE VOICE: Hi!
- Big doings, huh?

Hmm, my firm took a table.
Was that Susan Wagner?

Thomas Wagner's wife?

Yeah, I'm... I'm doing security for 'em.

Oh.

- You look great.
- LAURA: Thanks.

- You look very dashing yourself.
- JOHN: Yeah...

- How's the new job?
- It's interesting.

I think I'll takeoff.

- I'll talk to you later.
- See you, Johnny.

- Shall we take a little detour, Mr. Kelly?
- Yeah, sure.

I miss you.

Hello.

I was just coming to find you.
Lovely gown.

Aren't you sweet. (CHUCKLES)
You remember Mr. Kelly.

- JOHN: Hi.
- Of course.

- Good evening, Greg.
- Mrs. Wagner.

Looks like a great event.
Do you know Greta Weisner?

How do you do, Greta?
I'm Susan, Tom's wife.

- How do you do?
- Well, Tom... (EXHALES DEEPLY)

...you seem to be enjoying
the company of Greg and Greta so much,

why don't we have them
join us at our table?

Let's just leave
the seating the way it is.

Well, perhaps we'll get
to know each other another time.

(CHUCKLES) And I do hope this doesn't make
for any awkwardness with my husband.

What do you mean?

Conscience pangs while you're
screwing him, that sort of thing.

- Susan...
- Maybe you're not afflicted in that way.

- God knows my husband isn't.
- That's enough.

SUSAN: I think you're right.
I think, actually,

uh, I will call it a night,
if you'll let go of my arm.

Mr. Kelly?

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(KEYS CLINK)

Does that make your list
of most miserable evenings, Mr. Kelly?

Well, at least it wasn't rainin', right?

I seem to have become someone

who finds satisfaction
in public embarrassments.

And who confides
her personal problems to strangers.

I hear people's personal problems
all the time.

I expect you do.
I hope you're not going to quit.

No. No, you're safe, right?
We got through the shift.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

I'm gonna, uh, I'm gonna get going.

Thank you for taking care of me.

- Night.
- Good night.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Miss DiLeo?

You want to talk to me?

ANDY: Hey.

I'm gonna louse up
your day real good, Jaime.

Your mother gave you up.

(CHUCKLES)

I didn't do none of the violence.

All's I was was a lookout.
Jaime been wantin'

to take that house out
for like four months.

Your brother Jaime?

MICHAEL: So,
I'm standin' outside in the back,

and he goes in through the basement.

And then I started to hear
scuffling and so forth.

You see, we didn't expect
that woman to be home.

- You go inside?
- MICHAEL: I went in.

And this woman was resisting.

And Jaime's got his hands on her throat...

and he squeezed her throat
until she went out.

She was out and Jaime went upstairs
to get the jewelry.

JOHN: What'd you do?

I went back outside.

So... (SNIFFS)

But then in a couple minutes,
I... I started to hear more scuffling.

So, I went back in...

and

she must've got up,
because she was upstairs where Jaime was.

He got this lamp cord...

and wrapped it around her neck.

Finally, she went down.

When did her throat get cut?

Well, first he went to the drawers
to get the jewelry and...

and then, when he was goin' out,
he got this ring off her finger,

and that's when he cut her throat.

JOHN: Then what happened?

Then we sold Peggy the jewelry
and then we copped.

How much smack did you get
for the jewelry?

Three dime bags.

That was cool.
That was enough, you know?

We could both get off.

(SOBS) And I wouldn't
let Jaime sell that VCR.

Be... because that...

that belonged to my mother.

(SOBS)

(SOBS)

(PHONE RINGING)

ARTHUR: I'll do everything on my end,
but I can't promise anything.

- Is he done?
- Yeah, he just signed his statement.

I'm gonna call the DA.

- You did a good job.
- Andy moved the mother.

Good.

Nice going, partner.
Like riding a bike, huh?

Hey, Lieutenant. (CLEARS THROAT)

Look, I don't know if you heard me,
yesterday, sayin' I was grateful.

You met me halfway on this.
Eh, more than halfway.

Does this mean we're going out for ribs?

No, I... I didn't mean
anything personal with that.

Just do a good job, Andy.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, Detective.
The, uh, one brother rolled, huh?

- Yeah. Yeah. You goin' back to anti-crime?
- Yeah.

That's what they told me, yeah.

Hey, I enjoyed working with ya.

Same here, Detective.
I felt like I learned a lot.

- I'll see you around.
- Flying James.

Hey, I just wanted to let you know,
uh, I'm gettin' my gun back.

Evidently, the permit board didn't share
your reservations about my reliability.

Well, that's why they make
vanilla and chocolate, 4B.

You know, possibly there was some merit
in what you said the other day.

Possibly, uh, you know, gettin' robbed,
and beaten up has upset me.

In fact, I'd probably say it has.

But I'm still a human being, you know,
who needs to function in this city.

JOHN: You wanna do somethin' smart?

Take your gun over
to the property room in Queens.

- No. (CHUCKLES)
- JOHN: No, you know what?

Wait, wait, wait. Give it to me

Give it to me. I'll hold onto it
for you till you sort stuff out.

No, uh, but thanks for your concern.

You know, I still consider myself
your friend and I hope you feel likewise.

I do.

Because, uh, I haven't made
that many friends in New York.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm a respectable person.
I'm a chef at the Seville Hotel.

Respectable people get caught with whores,
it happens all the time.

FRANK: I'm a married man. I got two kids.
I don't want this to come out.

You should've thought of that
before you unzipped your fly.

ANDY: Hey, Sarge, what do we got?
What's the charge?

Solicitation. He was tryin'
to pick up a whore.

Hmm, listen,
let me talk to this man just

for a second, will you, Detective?

Hold off on writin' that up just
two seconds, just give me a minute.

- DETECTIVE: Sure.
- All right, all right.

- Come here. What's your name?
- Frank Kennedy.

Yeah, Frank, just step here a second.

I can't believe I let
something like this happen to me.

Yeah, well, sometimes we follow
our little captains into battle there,

don't we? Now, uh...

Do I understand that you're a chef
at the Hotel Seville?

- Yeah, for the past 12 years.
- So, in other words, uh,

you would be involved in preparing
room service meals, for example?

Yeah, that's what I do.

(INHALES DEEPLY, CLEARS THROAT)

Someone
we recently arrested has been stayin'

at the Seville these days.

- Oh, the secret government witness guy?
- That's correct.

- Mr. Lasagna, we call him.
- Mr. Lasagna, eh?

- Well, that's all he ever orders.
- And you prepare the meal?

Yeah. (SCOFFS)
I'm in a lot of trouble here.

Not necessarily.

Hey, Luth, good dog. Hey, Andy.

Uh, Medavoy, you want me
to take Luther there for a stroll?

Yeah, geez, Andy,
that'd be great, uh...

I got a bunch of phone calls
to make on a robbery.

Yeah, uh, give me his scooper there.

- Yeah. Here you go.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Hey, no problem.

All right, Luther, wanna lay a loaf?

(BARKS)

MALE VOICE: Right this way, sir.

JOHN: Thanks.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Kelly.
I know we weren't scheduled.

That's okay.

I have absolutely no need
for your services.

I... I don't have any excuse
for asking you to come over. I...

I wanted someone to keep me company
and you came to mind.

How'd you get the eye?

My husband beat me up
after the festivities last night.

I'm sure it made
for better sex afterward with Greta.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, this is
a horrible way to live. (INHALES DEEPLY)

This is not how I wanted my life to be.

What about making some changes?

Uh-huh. I should. I should, uh...

I should divorce him.

My husband doesn't want that.

I think he's actually found exactly
the arrangement he's been looking for.

He has a mistress
and the bimbos he cheats on her with.

And then, every so often
he gets to beat up his...

wellborn and genteelly,
impoverished wife.

He says that he's insulated the assets.
He says that, uh,

if I file for divorce, he'll tie up
the process for five years,

and meanwhile, I'll be penniless.

And, uh...

I... I just feel...

I feel so helpless.

And I feel trapped.

And ashamed and afraid,
and I wish he were dead.

(CHUCKLES, EXHALES DEEPLY)

Am I under arrest?

Wishes don't get you busted, Mrs. Wagner.

SUSAN: It's more than a wish, Mr. Kelly.

If there was some way
that I could come home one night

and he'd been shot...

Well, we're gettin' into
a bad area now, Mrs. Wagner.

(PAGER BEEPING)

Saved by the bell.

- You got a phone I can use?
- Hmm.

There.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, look at this. Unbelievable.

Relax, relax.

Maybe English isn't your first language,
Sipowicz. Is that the problem?

No, this is my farewell visit.
I just want to apologize to you guys.

- I mean, you got a job to do.
- You know, you put us right in the middle.

Well, I had a bee in my bonnet
about this guy,

and I wasn't lookin' at things
from your point of view.

ALFONSE: Who's that out there?
Is that who I think it is?

Don't worry about it,
situation's under control.

ALFONSE: Hey, there he is.

You know,
I'll tell you somethin', Sipowicz.

I'm gonna miss you down there in DC.

Back at you, Alfonse.
That's why I came to say goodbye.

Hey, you know, you're like
that geyser, Old Reliable.

Who am I gonna count on
to make an asshole out of himself for me?

MALE VOICE 1:
Your food's coming, Giardella.

Why don't you go back inside?

ALFONSE: You see, they're deliverin'
my expensive dinner now.

What are you eatin' tonight?
Big Mac and fries?

- I'm a realist, Alfonse.
- MALE VOICE 2: Bring it in.

Whatever I'm gonna eat tonight

I know won't compare
to what's under that tray.

What's the special of the day?
Beef de Merde?

Who knows? I'm havin' some nice lasagna.
If you'll excuse me now.

Yeah, go on. Bon appétit.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Uh, you know what, uh? I don't...
I don't need to stick around.

Just convey my sentiments
to the relief guy, huh?

- Just... just tell him what I expressed.
- (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

ALFONSE: (GROANS) My God! This is crap!

Sipowicz! He poisoned me!

Call 9-1-1!
The rat bastard poisoned me!

JANICE: He's dead.

- JOHN: Your father?
- (UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

"Cleaning his gun."

He left me this letter in my apartment.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
"I don't want you to feel bad.

"There's reasons this makes sense.

"This way Mommy gets benefits,
which I don't feel it's right she'd lose.

"Cause whatever else, that was still me
going through those doors 22 years.

"The one thing I can rest easy with..."

(SOBS) "You're a good person...

"and you're on your way...

"and you weren't touched by any of this."

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, God.

He used to hold me in his arms.

And I'd feel...

that nothing could go wrong
in the whole world.

(SOBS)

Hey.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)