All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E04 - True Confessions.sd-en

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- JOHN: Good morning.
- FEMALE VOICE: Good morning.

- JOHN: Mr. Wagner?
- Yes, right this way.

Morning, Detective. Susan's out.

Well, actually, I'm here to see you.

I wanted you to know
I wouldn't be working for you anymore.

I'm sorry to hear that. It looked like
you and Susan were getting along.

- Scheduling problems?
- Not really.

I just don't want to be taking your money.

Why's that?

Well, this way,
if you keep beating her up,

I can do something about it.

You working for her now?

Hmm, nah. Just the police department.

Then maybe you'll consider
that this situation

is a little more complicated
than you've been led to understand.

Nothing complicated about those bruises
on your wife's face, Mr. Wagner.

(SIGHS) You are beyond
your depth, Detective Kelly.

Our conversation is over.

I'm done, too.

Just to let you know
that if you hit her again,

you're going to be sorry you ever met me.

- (DOOR CLOSING)
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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- (PHONE RINGING)

- OFFICER: Detective.
- What-ho?

- ANDY: What-ho.
- JOHN: What's going on in there?

Uh, Walker just caught a case.

Now he's voicing some reservations

to the Lieutenant about me working backup.

- This is going to take some time, Andy.
- ANDY: Come on, John.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Please, I understand my situation.

I spent a long period
of time being sauced.

I need to win back my colleagues' trust.

I've got to exhibit
a continuous positive approach.

Even with this dim bulb here.

Sipowicz, Kelly, robbery, double homicide.

Liquor store over on James Street.
You guys want to give me a hand?

- JOHN: Yeah, sure. Give me.
- Our pleasure.

Uh, here's the address.
I'll see you over there.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

(SNIFFS) That was positive, wasn't it?
"Our pleasure."

Fair.

What should I have said?
"Our pleasure, rooty-toot-toot"?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Can I talk to you
for a minute, Detective?

- JOHN: Yeah.
- (PHONE RINGING)

I'll, uh, I'll see you outside, all right?

- ANDY: Yeah, sure.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- OFFICER 1: Sipowicz
- OFFICER 2: Catch you later, Ted.

- JOHN: Did you go to your dad's service?
- Yeah, I just got back.

- JOHN: How'd your mother hold up?
- Okay.

- Yeah.
- (DIANE SIGHS)

I wanted to thank you for being
there for me the other night.

Ah, it's all right.

- John, I don't want it to be over for us.
- This is not the place to talk about it.

Well, It's not like you let me
pick my spots.

Okay.

I admit I have feelings for you,
but it's not going to work out for us.

I'm not going to take that, for an answer,
we can make it work out.

- I got to go, all right?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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(SIREN BLARES)

MALE VOICE 1: I'd just
walked into the store

behind these other two guys.

And this guy, he comes out
from the back room with a gun.

And he made us all come over
to this aisle here,

and lie on our stomachs.

- Did you get a look at him?
- Yeah, pretty good.

He was a white guy,
uh, tall, about 50 years old.

MALE VOICE 2: He had on like
a black trench coat, down below his knees.

He was like six-three,
six-four. Good sized.

(CLEARS THROAT) Any marks you noticed
on his face or hands? Any facial hairs?

Yeah, he had... had a mustache,
and he smelled like he'd been drinking.

He, uh, he came and stood over us,
and that's when I heard the click,

from the gun over my head.

- Kelly.
- JOHN: Thank God he must've used...

White, uh, 45, or, so.

- Around six feet tall?
- Yeah.

All right, let's get
these people over to the precinct.

- Have them take a look at some pictures.
- MALE VOICE 3: Okay, all right.

JOHN: Yeah.

My guy makes the perp
about six-three, or four,

He's 50-years old, a mustache...

(SIGHS) Yeah, let's get
them over to the precinct.

(SIGHS, CLEARS THROAT)
Here's, uh, the licenses

- from the cars parked outside.
- Okay.

Hey, Walker, we don't have to hold hands,
but would you mind not talking to me

like I'm Timmy, the laundry boy?

(CHUCKLES) You gave me
the license numbers

for the canvass. I said "Okay."

Yeah, all right. Okay, fine.
It's my mistake. All right?

You got a minute, Kelly?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

This is notice. I'm not taking any crap
from your fat friend.

- Why don't you give him a square shot.
- WALKER: I'll give him the shot he earns.

But I'm telling you, if that drunk
screws up my case

- I'm going to hang his ass in the win...
- You're not paying attention Walker.

He hasn't had a drink in over two months.

So, why don't you take your attitude,
and shove it up your ass?

Is this something
the whole class can appreciate?

We're done.

Folks, let's take a ride
over to the Precinct house,

- try, and make a photo ID.
- (SIREN BLARING)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- OFFICER 1: Hey, Detective.
- Hey.

- OFFICER 2: See me on your way out.
- (PHONE RINGING)

- OFFICER 3: Don't stop till you die.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OFFICER 3: Okay, we'll take you upstairs
and show you some pictures.

See if you can identify anyone.

- Mrs. Wagner.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What's happening?

My husband just told me
you won't be working for us anymore.

Yeah, that's right.

- Uh, how's the eye?
- (PHONE RINGING)

It's fine. Please don't quit, Mr. Kelly.

Mrs. Wagner, you don't need a bodyguard
for when you go out in public.

Your problem is a domestic situation.

Now, my advice is
if your husband hits you again,

just file a criminal complaint,
or move out on him.

What you shouldn't do is stay
in that big apartment and take it.

Or talk the way you were the other night,

which sounded like you were soliciting
me to commit a crime.

When I said that I wished something
would happen to him, I was upset.

- I didn't mean anything by it.
- Okay, maybe I misunderstood.

But, Mrs. Wagner, a lot of women
that have husbands like yours

can't do anything to help themselves.

- You can. You can make a choice. Do it.
- (PHONE RINGING)

You're indulging a prejudice, Mr. Kelly.

Affluence doesn't always
purchase opportunity.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

- JOHN: Take a look at these.
- (PHONE RINGING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

- Hey, Sipowicz.
- What?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

My witness just ID'd this guy.

He's got two priors for armed robbery.
Show him to your people.

Hey, wait...
wait this guy's five-nine.

- So what?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Our statements made the perp
at six-three, or four.

Mine said around six.

Hey, Sipowicz, people look taller
when you're lying on the ground.

Show them the photograph.

- (SCOFFS)
- (PHONE RINGING)

- ANDY: New faces.
- (TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)

- ANDY: No? All right, take your time.
- Look at these carefully now.

ANDY: This doesn't have to be fast.
We got plenty more pictures.

- MALE VOICE: No, I don't recognize...
- No!

(SIGHS) Kelly.

I got a positive ID from one witness.

The guy's name is, Coleman.

He's got the right priors.
I want to pick him up.

- Sipowicz thinks he may be too short.
- No, no, no, no.

Let's pick him up.
Maybe he was wearing lifts.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

Yeah, Bensonhurst, John.
It's a likely locale, huh?

Guy lives here, wants to rob
a liquor store in downtown Manhattan.

All he's got to do is make like, what,
nine, ten subway transfers?

Well, maybe he had business downtown,
and came back, and did the store then.

Yeah, right. Maybe his doctor's down
on James Street, huh?

The one that gives him
his hormone injections that pump him up

to six-three when
he's about to pull a job.

- Yeah.
- And then shrink him down to his normal

- five-nine right afterward, huh?
- (CHUCKLES)

- (CHUCKLES)
- (SIGHS)

So, what's going on with you,
and that girl?

Which girl?

The one we haven't
been talking about. Licalsi.

- Nothing's going on.
- Hey, hey, you're a divorced man, John.

It's a healthy urge.
If she worked at a topless bar,

- I'd probably take a shot at her myself.
- Nothing is going on,

and here's the guy, Andy.

ANDY: (EXHALES DEEPLY) All right,
let's take the bastard.

If he didn't do the liquor store,
maybe he did something else.

Oh, look at this, John.
Where's his mustache, huh?

- Our witness said he had a mustache.
- People shave.

- Police officers. Are you Howard Coleman?
- Yeah.

We need to talk to you
about your activities this morning.

I didn't have any activities.

I went to the drugstore.
That's the first I went out.

You were seen on James Street
this morning in Manhattan.

I wasn't there. You get off my property.

All right, we're going to have
to take you in for questioning.

- Come on.
- You better have a warrant, or you better

- get the hell away from...
- Don't make this any tougher

- than it has to be.
- Daddy, what's the matter?

- JOHN: Okay?
- Go back inside.

- Here, take this. It's your medicine.
- Come on!

- (GRUNTS)
- JOHN: Hey! Hey! Hey!

- FEMALE VOICE: Daddy!
- JOHN: Take it easy.

- FEMALE VOICE: Stop it! Daddy.
- JOHN: Stay down.

- FEMALE VOICE: You're hurting him!
- ANDY: Calm down, nobody's gonna get hurt.

- It's okay. It's all right.
- Now you're under arrest

- pal!
- ANDY: Take it easy.

- (GROANS)
- FEMALE VOICE: Daddy.

- Daddy!
- It's all right.

- Sure acts innocent, doesn't he, Sipowicz?
- No!

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR CLOSING)

You didn't rob any liquor store,
right, Coleman?

You always carry 850 bucks
around in your pocket.

- Where'd you get that money?
- I bet a horse yesterday.

Which horse? Where? What race was he in?

Some horse at Aqueduct.
I don't remember the name.

Look, no one's saying
you went in that store to do murder.

Now, what happened there?

Taking the place off, and someone
tried to get violent with you?

- Hey, what's your name again?
- Detective Walker.

HOWARD: Detective Walker,
I was never near any liquor store

on James Street today.
I wasn't in Manhattan,

so why don't you kiss my ass?

What if I give you a broken jaw, huh?

You better make sure these guys
are holding me down.

Here we go. That's it, Walker.
Come on.

- There you go.
- Hey, hey Howard,

uh, what's wrong with your daughter?

- What do you mean?
- You told her to take some medicine.

It's for her breathing. She's got asthma.

Yeah? I had a kid that had that.

So, what's that supposed to do,
make me love you?

(CHUCKLES) I was hoping you'd get
some deep, warm feelings for me, yeah.

All right, let's get back to the money.

Your ex-wife's here to see you, Detective.

- Uh, thanks.
- FEMALE VOICE: Sure.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

Hi.

I just quit my job.

- What brought that about?
- (CHUCKLES)

Those creeps had me
in for a cards on the table conversation.

"Laura, we need you to be more forthcoming
about your previous work for the city.

"We need to know their approach
on our clients' variance applications.

"How do they stand on Pynchon, and Dean?"

"Excuse me," I ask.

"So, I guess that stuff when I came here,
how it was me you were interested in,

"and not my contacts
from my previous employment,

"all that was a crock?

"Let's be adults, Laura."
(BREATHES DEEPLY)

So I told them "They could stick
their job up their ass."

Just your way of giving notice, huh?

(CHUCKLES) You're not going
to say, "I told you so"?

No. Not the type.

(PHONE RINGING)

- You got plans for dinner?
- You buying?

Pick you up in a couple of hours.

I'm gonna be truthful
with you, Mr. Schauffner.

The way these lineups work,
you're not gonna help me any

if you say, "That could be him,"
or "Maybe that's the guy."

You got to say, "That's him.
I recognize him. That's the guy."

- You follow?
- I understand.

Of course, I'm saying,
if you recognize him.

- Don't say you recognize him if you don't.
- (CHUCKLES) Right.

WALKER: Well, now, you know what I need,

- so, we can get started right away here.
- ANDY: Kelly.

It's lineup time.

Walker just finished touching up
the bull's-eye on Coleman's forehead.

(CLEARS THROAT) All right, come on. Here.

Take a look.

WALKER: Take your time.

- I see him.
- WALKER: Which one?

Number three.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. Uh, that's the guy.
I recognize him.

(PHONE RINGING)

WALKER: I like the guy
real good, Lieutenant.

He did two bits for armed robbery.
We got a positive-witness ID.

Plus, when we pinched him,
he had 850 bucks in his pocket,

he couldn't satisfactorily explain.

- What do you think?
- Looks good so far.

We'll want to see if, uh, Crime Scene

left prints, and so forth
from that liquor store,

but, you know, like he says.

Work it up, give it to the DA.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- ARTHUR: Lieutenant Fancy.

Yeah, I got a copy of the report.
Yeah, I read it.

Well, in the future, you can assume...

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

- Thanks for the help.
- JOHN: Yeah.

- I didn't mean to be so irritable all day.
- JOHN: No problem.

You son of a bitch!
Why are you doing this to me?

WALKER: Now, now,
let's get you to the court.

I got to call my daughter,
let her know what's going on.

WALKER: Yeah, you call her from the tombs.

- I'm telling you, John, he didn't do it.
- JOHN: Let it unwind, Andy.

- We'll stay on it.
- Yeah, meanwhile,

- Coleman eats prison food.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Four-B. How's it going?

Fine, Detective. Do you, uh,
have a, uh, moment for me?

- Yeah, come on.
- Several matters.

First, uh, needless to say,
our tenants' readiness group

is eager to hear your thoughts
tomorrow evening

both on the building security,
and personal safety measures.

Now, is there anything I can do
by way of advance preparation?

Will you have visual aids, and the like

- I can help to set up, no?
- No, no visual aids.

- (CHUCKLES)
- I'll just be talking for a while.

Fine. I've arranged
for some refreshments, and the like.

The other thing, Detective, concerns

the upcoming fifth anniversary
of my, uh, my college graduation.

Uh, the alumni magazine
has asked each member of my class

to write a brief account
of what's become of them in the...

in the intervening years.
And I find surprisingly,

looking back, you know, leaving home,

and moving to New York, and so forth,

that this incident
of getting robbed, and beaten up,

and then dealing
with the man subsequently,

in a way taking back my citizenship,

that whole experience
has been very formative for me.

And I wonder if I can access
your police reports,

so I could write the experience up.

- No.
- No? (CHUCKLES)

I couldn't release them informally to you.
You'd have to fill out an application.

- That would take a...
- Hmm, uh, I really feel

that those reports
would be useful to me. (CHUCKLES)

4B, why don't you...

Why don't you concentrate
on your career highlights,

your accomplishments?
Send that in to your yearbook.

Why write about
a punk who tried to rob you?

Because it's important to me.

I think you're getting
tied up in knots about this.

I... I disagree, Detective.

I feel as though the scales
have... have fallen away from my eyes.

(CHUCKLES)
I finally understand this city, you know.

What it takes to deal with it,
how to meet it on its own terms,

what it takes to, you know, help others.

How others,
they... they need to be helped.

This is not High Noon, 4B.

And I have to say
that your reaction typifies.

What the average citizen
can expect from law enforcement.

A... a knowing, haughty indifference.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- JOHN: I got to go, 4B.

Me and my haughty indifference

will be at that tenant meeting
tomorrow night.

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JOHN: Laurie.

- Laurie?
- (WATER TRICKLING)

Laurie, It's me, John!

LAURIE: Hi, Johnny.
There's a beer in the fridge.

Okay.

LAURIE: I'll just be a minute.

- Can I get you a towel?
- I can get one. Thanks.

Well, I just ran out of excuses
for coming in there.

Since when did you ever need an excuse?

I could cook for us here.

I thought we were going to go out.

- Okay.
- You're not hungry?

No, that's fine.

I think I can get work with someone
I went to school with.

- Jimmy Craig.
- James Craig who prosecutes narcotics?

Yeah, in the district attorney's office.

You're kidding me.

(CHUCKLES) No, I'm not kidding.

Are you nuts, Laurie?
Those people are scumbags.

- You don't know Jimmy Craig.
- JOHN: I'm not talking about Jimmy Craig.

I'm talking about
the people you prosecute.

(SIGHS) I didn't realize
I needed a note from you.

Hey, I am not out in the streets,
so you can wind up

dealing with creeps like that.

It's a job, John.
I'm not mud wrestling with them.

Look, I don't even know
if I'm going to do it.

But don't load me down
with teenage fantasies

about making the world safe
while I stay home and bake.

- It made me crazy while we were married.
- Okay, and that was just sex right?

- You got in the shower with me.
- Did you push me away?

(SIGHS)

You're right.

This has to stop.

I just kept hoping
that we could remain close.

I mean, we've always... (CHUCKLES)
...been each other's best friend.

- I want to stay close.
- LAURIE: But we can't.

It's too complicated.

- We can't stay inside the lines.
- (PAGER BEEPING)

- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- (PAGER BEEPING)

- LAURIE: Perfect.
- (PAGER BEEPING)

Yeah, this is Detective John Kelly
of the 15th Squad.

I have a shooting victim, DOA,
at 626 Park Avenue, 12th floor.

No, no apartment number.
The whole floor's an apartment.

You want some water
or something to drink?

- No.
- You wanna tell me what happened?

He was drunk. Uh, we argued.

In fact, we argued about you.

He hit me, I went into the bedroom,
and got the gun.

I came back, and told him to leave.

- He hit me again, and I shot him.
- Where'd you get the gun?

He gave it to me a year ago
when another apartment

in the building was robbed.

Okay, so you went
into the bedroom and got it

- after he struck you the first time?
- SUSAN: Yes.

Okay, did you tell him
you were going to do this?

No, he went to get a drink,
and that's when I got the gun.

Okay.

I want you to tell me again
what happened when you

came out of the bedroom.

- I told him to leave, and he hit me.
- Hmm.

- While you held the gun on him.
- Yes.

- Okay, where did he hit you?
- In the face.

How many times?

- SUSAN: Several times.
- Two, three?

- Three.
- Then what happened?

I pointed the gun, and shot him.

Did he grab at it
while you trained it on him?

No, I took a step back, and then I fired.

Okay.

- Are you sure he hit you, Mrs. Wagner?
- (EXHALES DEEPLY) Yes.

I'm surprised that you
would ask me that question.

I don't think you should say any more.

What do you mean?

No new marks, or bruises on you.

The place is clean, no sign of a struggle.

No contact wounds, powder residue
on your husband's body,

the way there would be
if he was shot at close range.

- I'm telling the truth.
- I don't know what happened here tonight,

but you're not telling the truth,
so don't say any more.

Why are you talking to me like this?

Because I've got to take you in,

so shut up until you speak
to your attorney.

(SIREN BLARING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN BLARES)

♪ All right. ♪

- ANDY: How's it going, Lieutenant?
- Good morning.

- Good morning, Lieutenant.
- Good morning, Sergeant.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- How ya doing, Sarge?
- Hey, Detective?

We're throwing a racket
for Hanson tomorrow night.

- The kid's getting married.
- All right, here.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- (PHONE RINGING)

Oh, and who caught
that liquor store homicide

- you were out on yesterday, Detective?
- Walker.

Uh, let me see something come in?

Yeah.

And that's the guy you collared daughter.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

You arrested my father yesterday.

The detective handling that
should be here any minute.

My father didn't rob that liquor store.
He didn't shoot those people.

- You sure about that?
- FEMALE VOICE: Yes.

- I can prove it.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Um, here. Let's go in there.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

He was at home when that robbery happened.

He, um.

He books numbers.

He stays at home till
the number comes out.

The money helps with my medical bills.

He didn't tell you
because It violates his parole.

That's why he had 850-dollars.

- when we arrested him.
- Yes.

And you were with him yesterday,
in the house the whole morning?

No, I was at the doctor's.
I have asthma. But I know he was home.

(GASPING)

Okay, that's gonna be real helpful.

Are you going to let him go?

We're definitely gonna
keep looking into things.

Why can't you let him go?
I told you he was home.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Now, you see, being at the doctor,

you can't actually verify
your father's whereabouts.

I'm by myself now in that house.

- (INHALES DEEPLY) I'm alone there.
- We got other information coming in.

You keep a good thought how things
are going to work out. Come on.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

You got any pets, or anything
to keep you company?

No. I'm allergic.

Uh, I'm up late.

So, uh, if you're worried about anything,
give me a call.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Anything come in about
that liquor store case?

Yeah. We, uh, got an anonymous tip
during the night.

Of course, you already know that,
don't you, Sipowicz?

- Sarge told me you looked at my messages.
- Yeah, I glanced at it.

You know, Someone calls in,
they heard somebody

talking about pulling that job,
we should check it out.

An anonymous tip from a gin mill pay phone
about an overheard conversation.

- Sounds very hot.
- ANDY: All I'm saying is,

we should check that bar out,

see if anybody knows
anything about that phone call.

Look, Sipowicz, what did you do?
Take a vow to make my life miserable?

We popped the guy who did this.

Right, if you don't come,
I'm going over there by myself.

Maybe you'd like that.
You could toss back a few shots.

Who drives?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I think Mrs. Wagner's patience,
and courtesy

have been abused long enough.

I'm sorry to detain you for so long.

We had to collect the crime scene report.

And medical examiner's findings.

Neither one support
Mrs. Wagner's account of the incident.

In addition, Detective Kelly states
you made an incriminating solicitation

to him the night before.
Unless we get more information,

we're going to have
to arraign this as a murder.

Gentlemen, I'm not going
to try this case

in a detectives' squad room.

Let me... let me assure you,
the absence of powder residue,

does not preclude
a close-range weapon discharge.

Nor does an apartment failing

to show signs of a struggle
mean a struggle didn't happen.

Now, as far as Mrs. Wagner's
ostensibly soliciting Detective Kelly,

to kill her husband... (CHUCKLES)

...it would take me five minutes
to convince a jury,

that was a confused,
and ultimately innocuous remark.

So innocuous, in fact, that at the time,

- the detective choose not to report it.
- Mrs. Wagner.

Talk to me, Detective Kelly,
and only to me.

On which subject,
you should also understand,

that since you failed to give Mrs. Wagner
her Miranda warning,

nothing she said to you
in her apartment last night,

is going to be admissible in court.

She didn't need Miranda.

When she talked to me,
she wasn't a suspect.

But when she became a suspect,
I advised her to keep quiet

until she had counsel.

Well, that's a, uh, difference of opinion
we'll take up before a judge.

And you're just dying
to get to bat on this one, aren't you?

- Pump up that bill.
- What do you think I should do, Detective?

He's not your lawyer, Mrs. Wagner.

Mrs. Wagner, I can imagine
something like this.

Your husband came home. He was loaded.

You were afraid you were going to
get another beating,

so you went
into the bedroom, you got the gun.

When you came out,
you asked him to leave and he wouldn't.

Maybe he started toward you,
and so you shot him from across the room.

- It's not...
- Don't answer.

She's not gonna answer you, Detective.

And If that's the way it happened,
you better say so now.

Because the DA can write
this up as manslaughter.

A legal aid attorney can get you
easy time, maybe even off,

let alone a seven-figure ace like this.

You're wasting
everybody's time, Detective.

JOHN; Mrs. Wagner, don't underestimate us.
If you lie, we will nail you.

Tell the truth,
and I will testify for you.

I will verify that you'd been
beaten up the night before,

and you were emotionally distraught.

- LAWYER: Detective...
- JOHN: But this smart son of a bitch,

- wants you to stick to your story.
- (EXHALES DEEPLY)

JOHN: That's gonna land you
in central booking,

and Rikers Island
with the whores, and junkies.

Not him, you. So you make the decision.

You're the one
who's gonna be doing the time.

Lieutenant, I want him out of this room
so I can consult with my client.

BARTENDER: How's it going, guys?

Were you working here last night?

- I come in around 11:30, pick up receipts.
- Is this your place?

Yeah, uh, night guy comes on around 7:00
if you want to talk to him.

We got information a phone call
was made from here last night,

it may have a connection with
a robbery-homicide we're investigating.

Somebody overheard a guy
talking on that pay phone there.

- About robbing a liquor store yesterday.
- BARTENDER: Is that right?

Night guy say anything to you?

Anybody talk to him about
overhearing a call like that?

No, no. Who...
Where'd you get this information?

Look, I'll ask the questions.

- Hey, pal, were you in here last night?
- Don't involve me in this.

Is it a crime to have a beer,
and read the paper?

WALKER: Hey, hey, hey.
We're only asking you.

Did you hear somebody shooting off
their mouth about pulling a job?

- Or the like
- Absolutely not.

I mind my own business. I don't interfere.

And I expect to be treated
that way in return.

WALKER: Okay, well, we just
received this hot tip,

and, uh, we're covering all our bases.

Unless you got any more questions.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Wait here.
- What are you talkin' about?

We're gonna wait.
That's our guy at the bar.

- You, mean that skel sittin' by the phone?
- Yeah. Yeah.

You know you really are
in warped territory now, Sipowicz.

- Yeah, right.
- You got a serious case of dick-brain.

Yeah, and I'm telling you that skel
at the corner knows something, huh?

He's looking for us.
He's been sitting there

- waiting for us to come in.
- God!

- Damn you. I've been waiting here...
- There he is.

Hey. Hey, pal. Hey, yo.
Hey, pal. Come on.

- I wanna ask you a question.
- What do you want? What have I done?

I just wanna talk to you
for a second. Just wanna ask a question.

- What's your name?
- Dwight. This is like the Gestapo,

this is like
a World War II movie in Germany.

You phoned that tip in, didn't you?
Dwight, huh?

You left a message, and you've
been sitting, waiting for us to come in.

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

Listen to me, Dwight! Listen to me now.

Now, You made that call. I know it.
My partner knows it.

And you know it. So let's stop
kidding each other, huh?

I don't know anything,
and I don't wanna...

ANDY: Just settle down.

Boy, you'd think a person... (CHUCKLES)
...who lives alone and keeps to himself

wouldn't get involved
in something like this.

You are involved, Dwight
because you made that call, right?

Now, Tell me what you know,
about that robbery,

and we'll figure the best way
to keep your name out of it.

Come on!

All I know is that
I wish he would move out.

ANDY: Who? Move out of where?

Frank Archer. Out of the Delaware Arms.

- On 46th?
- Yeah.

Yeah, what? Come on.

What if I told you he fired a gun off
in his room the other night?

He shot a bullet into the wall.
I share that wall.

I have adult-onset diabetes.
How do you think I felt?

What did he shoot
the gun off for, Dwight?

Why ask me?

I'm the one foolish enough
to see if he was all right

after I heard the gunshot.

"It works," he says,
as he's walking down the hall

with a gun in his hand.

Drunk as a skunk.
He's three sheets to the wind.

- That was the night before last?
- DWIGHT: Yeah.

Then last night he walks
into the Shamrock, big as life,

being a big shot, telling some woman
on the phone how he robbed a liquor store,

wearing a fake mustache,
and he just came into a lot of money.

He... he saw me.

He knew he nearly put me
into cardiac failure blowing off that gun.

Do you think
that he bought a round for me?

- How tall is this guy, Dwight?
- Six-foot-three.

Till just recently,
I was a tenant here in the building,

but tonight I'm gonna
be speaking to you as a police officer.

About some of the things
that you can do to make yourselves,

and your building more safe.

On the table, I've put some literature,

which talks about the different locks,
and bolts we think are most effective,

and some of the precautions
you can take while entering,

and exiting the common areas
of the building.

Elevators, hallways,
stairs, things like that.

In terms of the unpleasant reality
of actually being accosted,

most of you know that Mr. Goldstein
of apartment four-B,

just recently curtailed the mugging career
of a perpetrator,

who had victimized,
some of the tenants here in the building.

Mr. Goldstein happened
to have a gun on him,

while he was doing his laundry,
and the thief attempted to rob him.

And he used it, and on that occasion,
it worked for him.

But I must tell you
that we don't think it's a good idea.

Our recommendation is, give it up.

Whatever they're looking for
money, jewelry give it up.

Call us, and we'll do our job.

Now, having said that,
having given you those warnings...

I want to say don't live afraid.
Don't hide. Don't be angry.

And don't...

don't go out, and look for vengeance
on those people who break the law.

Those are just other ways
of giving up your freedom,

the same way you would
if you were victimized by violence.

Now... (BREATHES DEEPLY)

...it's easy for me
to easy for me to stand here,

and say these things,
and tell you how to live your lives,

tell you not to react to the things
that happen to you.

And I would never
put myself up as an expert

on how to not hold on to things.

(SIGHS) My, uh, my dad,

was shot down on the streets.
So, I, uh, I tend to...

tend to be a little bit more careful.

Maybe, uh, a little bit overprotective...

- (SIGHS) ...to the point of, uh...
- (SIREN BLARING)

...maybe cramping another person's style.

Anyway, uh, my point is
that, uh, this is your city.

This is your city, not the bad guys.
This is your life.

So be free.

Live it as free as you can,
and, uh, we'll be there for you.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) And, uh,
we'll try not to get in your way.

Okay?

- Quit pushing me around.
- Come on!

- I didn't do anything.
- Nah, you didn't do anything.

We didn't find seven traveler's checks
endorsed to that liquor store.

lying on the floor
of your pigsty room, huh?

And this isn't a gun, no, and it doesn't
caliber-match with the piece,

that croaked those people in that store.

And it stinks from being just shot off.
No, but you didn't do anything, huh?

And you didn't puke all over my shoes,
and the bottom of my pants!

- You miserable piece of crap, you!
- Wait a second... wait a second.

Here it comes again! (RETCHES)

Here, get him in there.

- (RETCHES)
- (GRUNTS)

- (RETCHING)
- How bad you gonna make me look on this?

What are you talkin' about?
Don't play with me, Sipowicz

I busted the wrong guy.
You got me by the balls.

Yeah, that's what I'm after.
I want all the credit.

I'm gonna climb over your back.
I'm hoping I can still make chief.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Look... (PANTS) ...you made a wrong ID.

It happens.
Nobody's looking to hurt you.

As far as I'm concerned,
picking up this asshole was your idea.

All right, hey, hey,
you hit my shoes one more time,

I'm gonna fracture your skull.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Uh, you got him?
- Yeah, I got him.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What was that?

New suspect in that liquor store shooting.
Note his height?

- Note the murder weapon.
- Way to go, Andy.

Yeah, anybody asks,
it was Walker's collar.

Team player that I am.

You going to Hanson's racket tonight?

I'll stick my face in.

OFFICER: No, I'm sorry.

Mrs. Wagner's asked to make a statement.

I want it on the record
that it's against advice of counsel.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (DOOR CLOSING)

I did not plan to kill my husband.

We were extremely unhappy together.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
We'd been unhappy for a long time.

And I'd... I'd often, I suppose...

I actually did often wish
that he would die.

I remember seven times in...
(INHALES DEEPLY) ...the past few years,

that he beat me with his fists very badly.

And I did frequently wish
that he were dead.

Or that the relationship would be over.

And I did say that I wished he were dead,

and that if I had come home one night,

and found him dead,
that I'd have been glad, relieved.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

But in no way was I asking
Detective Kelly to kill him.

Describe the events of the other night
that led to your husband's death.

He came home, and I knew
he was going to beat me

because of the... (INHALES DEEPLY)
...tone of his voice,

and look he had in his eyes.

And... and I was afraid.

The side of my... (SNIFFLES)

...of my face and ear still ached,

and rang from
where he'd hit me the other night.

I went into the bedroom, got the gun,
and told him that he had to leave.

Was it in your mind
at that point to shoot him?

No, it was not.

I wanted him to leave.
I just wanted him to leave me alone.

Just... just didn't want him
to hit me anymore.

Tell me, then what happened?

He started toward me, and I said,
"Please leave. I mean it."

But he never paid
any attention to me, ever... (SOBS)

...in all the years that we were together.

(SNIFFLES) And he came forward,
and I told him to stop.

And I kept backing up,
getting further and further away from him.

And he laughed at me.

(SNIFFLES)

He took a step forward, and I shot him.
(SOBS)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(PHONE RINGING)

- What does that sound like?
- Manslaughter two.

What kind of time?

That would tend
to be the judge's decision.

Yeah, I know, but in terms
of what you would recommend.

A guess? Three years.

Which he might suspend.

Which he might suspend?

That's a pretty soulful look, Detective.

What'd she do to you?

Take a thorn out of your paw?

- (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ Babe, I gotta believe ♪

- ♪ What you say is true ♪
- Oh, hey.

- How's it goin'?
- (MALE VOICE EXCLAIMS)

♪ Gotta make it work
Just as hard as you... ♪

Hold that thought.
Hey! Hey, congratulations.

Yeah.

- You made it.
- ANDY: Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) Come over here.

Uh, no, I just...
I'm just stopping in for a second.

Is Hanson gonna make it?

Yeah, I saw him
checkin' some bus schedules.

I don't think
they mean anything though.

- WALKER: Hey, look who's here.
- JOHN: How you doin', Walker?

Fancy gave me the big attaboy
before... For makin' that new collar.

- ANDY: Is that right?
- I gotta hand it to you, Sipowicz.

- You stood up for me.
- ANDY: No problem.

- When I'm wrong about somebody, I say so.
- Hey, Walker, no problem. Case closed.

WALKER: You don't wanna be
a blood brother, huh? (CHUCKLES)

Hey, I'm gettin' more ammo.
Have some. Come on.

- What are you havin'?
- Uh, Club soda.

Leanne, club soda,
and another bourbon, on rocks.

LEANNE: Okay.

- WALKER: You married?
- Not anymore.

- WALKER: I've been married 27 years.
- LEANNE: Here you go.

WALKER: Twenty-six on the force.

- So, you really are off the booze, huh?
- Yeah.

I like to throw a few back.
I like to have a few after five, you know.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, that's... that's my line
in the sand. Nothing before five.

That's how I stay on top.

(SNIFFS) Listen,
I'm gonna get out of here.

Hey, uh, what's it like?

- What do you mean?
- You know, uh, gettin' off booze.

I got shot. I was unconscious.
I don't recommend the approach.

- You go to those meetings?
- No.

I'm doing it by the seat of my pants.

I don't feel like I'm, uh,
qualified to give advice.

Hey, hey, hey, look,
I don't need any advice.

I figure, I stick with my line
in the sand, I'll probably be okay.

You want a ride or something?

Ooh, uh,
I don't need any rides. (CHUCKLES)

I always drive twice as careful
after I had a few.

- I'll see you, then.
- WALKER: Yeah, see you.

JOHN: What are you doin'?
You gonna stick around?

- Nah, I'm... I'm gonna take off.
- All right.

- Have a good time. Yeah.
- JOHN: I'll talk to you later.

- ANDY: Yeah.
- JOHN: Congratulations.

Kelly. He's okay, your partner.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

JOHN: Hey.

It's a free country, right? (CHUCKLES)

JOHN: Yeah.

I, uh, heard how you went
out of your way for that society woman.

Yeah, well, I didn't do it
'cause she's a society woman.

All I'm saying

is that you knew
she didn't plan to do what she did...

and found it in your heart
to try and understand.

(CHUCKLES) What happened, John?
(INHALES DEEPLY)

Did she have to confess
before you could forgive her?

- You've had too much to drink.
- Yeah.

And I'm only on my second one.
I am such an easy date.

(GASPS)
I think you better give me my rights.

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

I killed Marino, and his driver.

- I don't want to hear this from you.
- JANICE: I'm confessing.

I don't want to hear this from you.

- I'm in your hands.
- Did you hear what I said?

I killed them and I think that in time
you will forgive me.

FEMALE VOICE: Here you go.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LEANNE: Detective John Kelly?
You got a phone call.

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SIREN BLARING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

- How is he?
- He's shot in the stomach.

They're trying to get
an operating room.

- What's happening?
- Mr. Goldstein was on the D train.

And, uh, there's this kid
holding up a 46-year-old lady.

Goldstein's got this target gun,
tries to stop the kid.

Kid's got a gun too,
pops Goldstein twice in the belly.

- They catch anybody?
- No.

- Got two good descriptions though.
- JOHN: All right.

(MACHINERY BEEPING)

Hey. 4B.

Detective Kelly. (EXHALES DEEPLY)
Detective Kelly, I... I got shot.

- Take it easy.
- JOSH: I'm losin' blood.

I'm losing blood
in the peritoneum, the doctor said.

Just calm down, Mr. Goldstein.

(INDISTINCT)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry. He's gone.

Poor Josh.

I know.

I gotta call his parents.

I don't know their names.
They live somewhere outside of Cleveland.

Jack, and Frieda Goldstein.

How do you know?

He told me.

Jack, and Frieda Goldstein
of Shaker Heights, Ohio.

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC CONCLUDES)