All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E05 - Emission Accomplished.sd-en

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- (SIREN WAILING)
- (POLICE WHISTLING BLOWING)

- (SIREN WAILING)
- (POLICE WHISTLING BLOWING)

- Hey, how's it going, Mr. Mac?
- Oh, pretty good.

- How's my brother?
- Hard being a young person nowadays.

Yeah. I know what you mean.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

- Hey.
- BOY: Hola.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Hey. I guess you're not at work.

Oh, that guy, man, he didn't...
he didn't like me.

Yeah? He liked me.

That's why he gave me the job.

That's why he called me
when he had to fire you.

Where's your TV?

- Stole.
- JAMES: Stole, huh?

Yeah, it's the building, man.
They're trying to get us outta here.

People been getting robbed.
They turned off the water.

They even stole my couch, man.

You using, Roberto?

I'm usin'. But they took the TV
and my clock radio and the couch.

- Pack your stuff.
- For what?

'Cause you're going into the detox.

I got you in a 60-day program
at Manhattan State.

- I can't do that, Jamie.
- You're going in that program.

Look, I'm trying to tell you
there's something wrong inside of me.

I... I don't think I can ever kick.

- I'm gonna lose this place.
- No, you're not. I'll keep it for you.

- I'll stay here.
- What's going on here?

JAMES: It's family business.

- Who's that slob?
- The super.

He beat the crap outta me a few times.
They're tryin' to get people outta here.

- Pack your things.
- (SUPERINTENDENT SHOUTING)

Put your things together.

(SUPERINTENDENT BANGING ON DOOR)

Hey! Come on! I don't like doors
being slammed in my face.

Yeah? My brother told me
what's been going on in this building.

Listen to what I'm sayin' to you.

He's gonna be gone a while,
and I'm moving in.

And that stuff has just stopped happening.

Listen, you little spick piece of garbage.

Don't tell me what's gonna happen.
(GROANS)

Hey! You put your hands on me again,
and I'm gonna kick your ass!

And then I'm gonna take you to jail!

Why didn't you show me that
in the first place?

Gotta see a badge before you act
like a human being?

Hey! Hey, kid, look... look.
I'm on the job too.

- (JAMES GRUNTS)
- (WINDOW SLIDES SHUT)

And I think I just heard your brother
going out the bathroom window.

JAMES: Roberto! Hey, Roberto!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- JOHN: Hey.
- Hey.

I was on my way to work.
I wanted to thank you for the flowers.

Well, they had a special.

The "John Kelly Gets Used To His Ex-wife
Being A Prosecutor" special.

It's important to me to still have you

- for a friend.
- You got that.

I want to be able to tell you
what's going on in my life.

You got that too.

We're not that far away from each other.
Maybe we can have lunch sometimes.

Well, today's not good.

Oh, today I can't.
I'm having lunch with my boss.

All right. You'll take a rain check?

- Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
- Go get 'em, Laurie.

- See you, John.
- Go get 'em.

Yeah.

- JOHN: See ya.
- (CHUCKLES)

- MAN: Hey, Detective.
- Hey.

- SERGEANT:: Hey, Kelly.
- Yeah.

- You got a second?
- JOHN: Sure.

- You gotta help me out here, Detective.
- What's going on, Sarge?

Stillwell. He's taking lunch orders
from my prisoners again.

What, you think that's funny?

You know what happens to these animals
when they don't get their food?

They start biting holes
in each other's necks.

Okay. Let me talk to him, all right?

SERGEANT: Thanks.

PRISONER: We can, uh, order anything
we want off of here?

Anything. And we gotta give you
exactly what you want

within 15 minutes of normal mealtime
in order to abide by the consent decree

issued by Judge Baraka.

- So, uh, so what do you guys want?
- I'll have some brisket.

- It's not all dried out, is it?
- Premium cut.

Flash-broiled with...
with a little butter to order.

I'll take that, medium rare,
mashed potatoes,

- French beans and some gravy.
- JOHN: Mm-hmm.

Good choice.
(CLEARS THROAT) Detective Stillwell.

Uh, in a minute, Kelly.
I... I gotta finish up here.

Do you want that gravy on the meat
or on the potatoes, or, uh, both?

I want it on the meat, but I don't want it
rolling in the vegetables.

You want it on the side,
in a little carton.

- Something like that.
- Yeah.

Uh, Judge says, uh,
if you don't want dessert,

- you gotta so state in front of witnesses.
- No, I want dessert.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- (DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

Yeah, I'll, uh... I'll... I'll catch up
with him later. (CLEARS THROAT)

All right. I'm saying it nice, Detective,
but I'm saying it.

Either you straighten this asshole out,
or I'm hanging him with the lieutenant.

Okay, got you, Sarge.

(PHONE RINGING)

- (CLEARS THROAT) Hey.
- Hey. What's goin' on?

We gotta talk to Stillwell.
He's taking lunch orders again.

Whoa. Excuse me, Kelly.
We don't gotta do anything.

I've had my quota of buzzers,
dribble glasses and fart pillows.

- JAMES: Hey, Detective.
- ANDY: Hey, Martinez.

- What's goin' on, kid?
- Not much. Got a minute for me, Detective?

- Yeah, sure.
- So I'll catch you later.

JOHN: All right. Over here.

- What's up?
- A couple of things, you know.

Some family stuff to deal with,

plus I, uh, got a situation
in regards to another cop.

- What situation?
- He's a bad cop.

He's cleaning tenants out
of a rent-controlled building.

He's robbing people. He's harassing 'em.
He's beatin' 'em up.

- How are you involved?
- He's the super at my brother's building.

I'm staying there a little while.

- The guy was just in my face this morning.
- And he says he's on the job?

Yeah, after I showed him my badge.

Then he gets all friendly,

says don't worry
about the rent being on time.

Starts talking about throwing
a few bucks my way.

Whoa. I'm not gonna tell you
don't bring him up on charges,

but, uh, you gotta know
this is a big step, Martinez.

Yeah. I mean, I...

I didn't join the department
to bust other cops.

That's how people end up
on the rat squad.

All right.

You think you can talk to this guy
man-to-man? What's... what's his name?

- Hanlan. He's out of the 33...
- You think you can talk to him,

- straighten him out?
- Well, maybe I... I could try that.

Because that oughta be your first step.

Yeah.

That's probably what I oughta do. Okay.

- Thanks, Detective.
- Yeah.

- You moved into your brother's place?
- Yeah, I... I might do that...

You never told me what he does.

- Roberto?
- Yeah.

- He's still feeling his way along.
- Yeah.

Still looking for his niche.
You know, so...

Hey, keep me posted
on this other situation.

- I will do, okay? Thanks for the advice.
- Okay.

Yo, Kelly. What do you need?

- JOHN: You got plans for lunch?
- I can be had.

- JOHN: Andy and I wanna take you out.
- ART: It's a date.

What are you trying to prove here, John?

You're not going to raise
this guy over again.

You don't think his stuff
is starting to get weirder?

I don't keep real close tabs.

I mean, Stillwell wants to be
a practical joker,

lose his paycheck gambling every week,

that's why they fought
the Revolutionary War.

Hey, guys.

(CLEARS THROAT) You think
preseason pro basketball's a sucker's bet?

I don't follow it that closely, Art.
We ordered.

I gave mine in the back.
Andy, what are you doing there?

- What?
- ART: We can't take you anywhere.

- Whoop.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

ART: So what's the occasion?

Uh, it's probably a good idea to stop
taking lunch orders for the holding cell.

Wait a second.
You don't think that's funny?

Yeah. I think you've had a good run
with it.

Well, if you think about it,

uh, you're really asking the sarge
to clean up the mess afterward.

All right. That's a point.
I'll make it right with the sarge.

I'll lighten up on it, huh? Wait.
Earn your tip.

- Jets get seven at the Bills.
- The Bills?

- You're nuts. Jets win on the field.
- Oh, the Bills cover.

Go back to mah-jongg, you hump!
(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

(CHUCKLES) He always unties my shoelaces.

So, uh, how's your love lives? Or wait.

- You done rebuking me?
- That's it.

- Love life's a little slow.
- Ditto.

- How's Lila?
- Good.

- We got a little rocky patch coming up.
- Is that right?

I took out a loan on our pension
on some real estate thing in New Mexico.

Turned out to be bogus.
She doesn't know about it yet.

(SIGHS) I don't plan any big sexfest,

- the night we have that little talk.
- How bad was the hit?

- I'd say, uh, all of it. Pretty much all.
- That's rough, Art.

Ah, balls. All's I need's
a 12-team parlay, and I'm square.

Andy, what are they doing here?

WAITERS: Happy birthday to you

Is this some special day
and you didn't tell us about it?

- Happy birthday to you
- (CHUCKLES)

Happy birthday dear Detective

It's not really my birthday.
He's just having some fun with me.

- Happy birthday to you
- (PAGER BEEPING)

- Oh, look, we gotta get outta here now.
- (CUSTOMERS APPLAUD)

ART: It was fun, Artie.
Funnier than the last six times.

(SIGHS, LAUGHS)

Happy birthday to you.

- (SIREN WAILING)
- (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

You think the old man could've had
a heart attack or a stroke?

Sure, before or after
he fell through the railing?

Let's go.

- Watch your step.
- I told you, Detective.

- I told you this Hanlan was a bad guy.
- Okay, take it easy, Martinez.

That old man kept an eye out
on my brother. He looked out for him.

It's an old building. I guess the railing
could've loosened on its own,

but there's some fresh screwdriver marks
where the brackets were.

The lady over here says
that Mrs. Vicario in 207

suffocated three months ago
from the gas in her stove.

Says that the windows in her apartment
were shut in the middle of July.

She thinks the super did that too.

Did she have any run-ins
with him personally?

No. I asked her that.

- Is your brother around?
- No, not right now.

No point in dustin'. Guy's the super.

I mean fingerprints on the banister
wouldn't prove anything anyway.

I called Hanlan's precinct.
He's doin' a 4-to-12.

I don't wanna talk to him on the job,
so we'll talk to him tomorrow. All right?

He did this. I'm... I'm telling you,
he did this. He's a bad guy!

I hear you, Martinez, and we're gonna do
something about it. Come on.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(CAR HORN HONKING )

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- Laura! Hey.
- LAURA: Hey.

Sorry I had to cancel lunch
yesterday, but, uh...

No problem.

Hey, just like law school, huh?

- Junk food on the fly. (CHUCKLES)
- Yeah.

So are you all settled in?
You got your boxes unpacked?

Pretty much.

The assistant D.A.'s area
is a little like Kafka, no?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Yeah, my office is in kind of a long row.

So the group of cases
I'm working started

with a couple of street-level
Dominican drug dealers.

They keep going down like dominoes,
I keep going up.

I'm not two convictions away
from being the top

narcotics prosecutor in the five boroughs,
which means I got 47 other prosecutors

who would love to see me fall on my face.

- I want you to keep me from doing that.
- I'm second seat interviewing witnesses.

You'll pick it right up.
You were always smarter than I was.

And once you get used to the dirty water,
you are going to love the work.

- I can get used to dirty water.
- You see that?

That is U.S. Attorney Goldfarb.

He controls a witness we need.
We're pitching him tomorrow.

You know in my larcenous heart,
I'd like to buy him

a box of those ten-dollar torches
he smokes.

My advice would be, don't do that.

- See? You're gonna be essential.
- (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- You John Kelly?
- Yeah.

- Jack Hanlan.
- Hey, Jack. Thanks for comin' in.

- Andy Sipowicz, Jack Hanlan.
- How you doin'?

Come over here, Jack.

- You want coffee, Jack?
- No. No, thanks.

I knew a John Kelly with the 25
when I was coming up.

- That would've been my father.
- And you can be proud of that.

He was a warrior, your old man.
A real old-time bull.

Stand-up all the way.

So you're, uh, working as a super
in this building

where the old man died yesterday?

Yeah. God, you must've been
just a kid when your dad passed.

I was 11.

We'll not see his like again soon.

Well, what... what was it you wanted
to know about the accident, John?

- Well, we looked for you at the building.
- Yeah, I was, uh, working the night tour.

I felt horrible about the old guy falling
through the railing.

Any other problems at that building?

Uh, the usual, a few break-ins,
junkies robbing pensioners on check day.

I smack 'em around a little bit just
to keep 'em in line.

Aside from some vandalism,
uh, there hasn't been much else.

Yeah, well, we heard the landlord
wants the tenants out.

(LAUGHS) Sure. And he doesn't waste
money on improvements.

But I keep things running
at a basic level.

People move out gradually.

We don't have Dobermans in the hallways,
uh, at night or anything.

- We heard complaints about conditions.
- Would you like to see my to-do list?

It's hell keeping up,
especially the boiler.

That boiler is a bastard.

How about your boiler, Sipowicz?
I heard you took a few shots not long ago.

I get up and down the stairs.

(LAUGHS)
Yeah, these young guys today.

They take a whack like that,
it's instant disability retirement.

Then they spend the rest of their lives
telling everybody,

what a great hero they are,

- like this kid from here I met...
- Martinez.

Yeah, yeah, some name like that.
His brother lives in the building.

He's one of the junkies
I was telling you about.

We had a little run-in.

(BREATHES SHARPLY)
Well, uh, anything else I can tell you?

That's about it.

Okey-doke, then. (GRUNTS)
Oh, if you got a free night, Kelly,

uh, let's have a beer.

I'll tell you a few stories about
your old man your mother doesn't know.

Thanks for the offer.

Sure, anytime.
Keep the wind at your back.

- What do you think?
- What do you mean, what do I think?

This lyin' donkey scumbag son of a bitch.

You don't figure your old man
and him would've been runnin' buddies?

My old man wouldn't stand
at the same bar with this guy.

You think he croaked this guy?

You know he did.
And he's gonna walk on it, isn't he?

Come on. We'll run it for the lieutenant.

Joselito, if you see him,
would you call me up?

Please, all right? It's real important.

Poppy, what are you doing here?

Because I want my eyes on you
when I ask you what's going on.

Now, you know your cousin Rosa's kid
is being christened on Sunday?

- Yeah, I'm gonna be there.
- What about your brother?

- I don't know if he can make it.
- I called his place of work.

- They say he's not there anymore.
- The job and him, it wasn't a fit, Poppy.

- I told you, I'm watching you.
- And I'm telling you the truth.

You move out of the house.
You're living at his place.

Your mother's worried,
which is getting to me.

- I wanna know what's going on?
- I don't know. I'm not sure.

Look, he's your little brother.
You're supposed to take care of him.

I know! I'm trying!

(JOHN CHATTERING IN DISTANCE)

(WHISPERS) Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Look, if this wasn't your place of work
and your boss over there,

and these other people here, you know,

I'd stand you up against the wall
and knock the crap outta you.

- He's your little brother.
- I'm trying to take care of him.

Now, you tell Mama
he's gonna be all right.

Papi, this is, uh, Detective John Kelly.
This is my father Hector.

- Nice to meet you.
- Likewise.

- I'll talk to you later.
- Okay.

Got a christening on Sunday.
He gets all worked up.

- Lieutenant wants to see you.
- All right.

ARTHUR: Yeah, I'll call you right back.

You asked to be kept apprised

on this incident
at your brother's building.

Yes, sir.

Well, Kelly and Sipowicz
both think you're right.

The cop who's the super is no good.

They both think he's probably responsible
for what happened to that old man,

but he's covered.

There's no witnesses,
no conclusive physical evidence.

Then I want to go forward
on the other stuff.

What do you mean?

I want to notify Internal Affairs
on what this guy's been doing,

the bribe he offered me,
how he beat my brother.

You sure you want to do this?

Yeah. I know this is a big step.

Detective Kelly and I talked
about it before. I want to do it.

- (SIGHS)
- JOHN: Uh, I...

I know a guy in I.A.D.
Let me reach out to him.

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

Detective John Kelly.

I, uh, I called your office.
They said you still come out here.

Give myself a recital here,
three, four times a week.

How you doin', Kevin? How's Karen?

She got a little gray,
few lines around her eyes. I like it.

- Kids?
- KEVIN: Eh.

Terry's, uh, going to St. Malachi's now,
doing good. Brian's 14.

All he can think about is just
what you'd expect him to, plus football.

- What happened with you?
- You remember Laurie?

- KEVIN: Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- The girl I was seeing?

- Yeah, I married her.
- Is that so? I liked her.

Yeah, we, uh... we, uh... we split up
a couple of months ago. You know.

Sorry to hear it.

So, John...

you here to renew our big friendship,
or did you maybe want something?

(PLANE ENGINE ROARING OVERHEAD)

We got a bad cop, Kevin.

A young guy I work with,
James Martinez, wants to bust him.

- I was hoping you could handle the case.
- That's what I do.

He's going to get a lot of exposure
when you guys make the collar.

So you want to know,
can we keep him low-profile...

so he doesn't spend the rest of his career
quarantined in I.A.D.

with a bunch of craphouse rats
and snitches such as myself?

- I never passed judgment on you.
- Yeah. Look how close we stayed.

That was you. You put in for I.A.D.

And you weren't more comfortable
with that, right?

For having to hang around with a cop
who popped a fellow officer.

Didn't you do what you
thought was right? Didn't you?

You're damn right!
And I'd do the same thing today.

I know that.

I didn't come out here
to dig all this up again.

You want to know
can I help your friend Martinez.

I can keep his name out of the papers
until the trial.

Then if this bad cop pleads out,

Martinez' name may not get published
at all.

I'd appreciate that.

Then no one would know
what he did except, of course,

everyone in the department
this bad cop talks to.

and tells them how this lousy
rat snitch spick Martinez

out of the 15 Precinct set him up.

Excuse me, Kelly.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

I have two dead heroin dealers,
the Colon brothers,

both taken out by Agosto Reyes.

This Reyes put $100,000 worth of smack
on the street every month.

Your protected witness was his supplier.

For security purposes,
we're calling our witness the Roach.

- The Roach?
- Yes.

JAMES: Well, this guy
I'm trying to put away, Reyes,

probably had conversations with the Roach
regarding these murders.

Everybody's asking for the Roach,
Hartford, Atlantic City, everybody.

How essential is the Roach's
testimony to your case?

It would make it bulletproof.

We'd only need a couple days'
interrogation and prep,

then maybe one day of testimony.

We're prepared to be fully flexible
regarding any of the demands on his time.

That's a precondition of access
to this witness.

I'll also see that
the U.S. Attorney's office

is lavishly credited
for facilitating this prosecution.

Thanks for the kiss,
but what you just offered so generously,

that's also a precondition of access
to this witness.

Would you mind waiting
outside a minute, please?

(DOOR OPENS)

WOMAN:
It looks like it's just finishing up...

(SIGHS)

So how do you think I did in there?

You were good. You don't think so?

If we get the Roach, I think so.

Can you tell me who gave him the stupid
code name like the Roach?

I did.

If you'll step back in,
we can start working out your access.

(CAR HORN HONKING IN DISTANCE)

Here's the 1606.
Take these back, all right?

I just missed the Brooklyn
number 427. I had 815.

- What do you want, Stillwell?
- Sarge, I owe you an apology.

Uh, I went a little
overboard on that food gag,

and I just want to say it's finito.
End of story.

Yeah? Well, I was this near
to taking you to the lieutenant.

And I appreciate that you didn't. Square?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks, Sarge.

Do you have anyone who can corroborate
the incidents you've alleged?

One 80-year-old guy who could have
done it is dead.

You said your brother
was also a victim of harassment.

Would he be available
to give a statement?

- Ev... eventually, yeah, yeah.
- What does that mean?

Well, he's not available.
I mean, I'm... I'm not sure where he is.

We have no case
unless we can get Hanlan on record.

- How do you feel about wearing a wire?
- I don't want to.

Then we can't proceed.

I said I don't want to.
I didn't say I wouldn't.

This guy made an old man die.
He probably killed an old woman too.

He abused my brother.
I don't want to, but...

if it takes wearing a wire to pop
this guy, then that's what I'm gonna do.

- (TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PHONES RINGING)

Oh, man, that's the gear.
They're gonna put a wire on the kid.

- This is no good.
- He's a big boy, John.

Mm-mm, no good.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

How about we hold off on this?
Let me talk to the guy.

This isn't your problem, Detective.

Martinez, Hanlan wants to drink with me,
piss in my ear a little bit.

Maybe I can get him to talk
about the old man.

- Will you wear a wire?
- No.

But if I can get him to cop to the crime,

maybe I can figure out a way
to make it stand up in court.

Do it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

ANDY:
You don't have to go on this, you know.

You're not planning
to kill this guy, are you?

- No.
- Who's driving?

- Hey, Sipowicz, Kelly, check this out.
- KELLY: Yeah?

It'll just take a second.
You gotta hear this. Go on, pal.

Tell these detectives
what you just told me.

Well, uh, I was waiting at a bus stop

when these two women
offered me a lift home.

They were young, attractive,
very friendly, so naturally I accepted.

Go on. Then what?

They drove down
under the Westside Highway,

and they parked there and...

ordered me to remove my clothes
at gunpoint.

At gunpoint.
You're not gonna believe this. Tell 'em.

I was humiliated.

They forced me to...
you know, pleasure one of them.

And? And, and?

I experienced an unwanted emission.

This being the first of several
unwanted emissions,

intimidated out of this...
this rampant bull of a man.

Hey, Stillwell, don't you think you ought
to take this kind of complaint

- in the interview room?
- The interview room?

- Yeah.
- Nobody'd believe me

if I came out with a story like this.
Skip to the next emission.

- Do I have to?
- Yeah, you have to.

Okay, so now the other one orders me
to do the same to her,

you know, the sexual thing.

And he's coerced out of yet
another emission.

- Uh, we gotta go. Um...
- Do you believe this guy?

He's got so many emissions,
he's gonna need a smog certificate!

You bagger! You're 60 years old!

Your butt hangs down
the back of your knees!

You oughta throw yourself
on the floor and thank God...

you can make up stories like this!

MAN: I'm not gonna take this!

- I'm getting outta here!
- Hey! Wait a second.

- Hey, Art.
- ART: Whe... where you going?

- JOHN: Hey, hey!
- Art, stop.

Hey! Hey, I want you to show these cops
the abused organ in question!

Come back here and lay out that
awesome wood right here on my desk!

- (PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE)
- (SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

You should see your guys'...
(LAUGHS)

If this isn't the Last Supper...
(LAUGHS)

Hey! Hey, it's a joke.
I hired the guy. (LAUGHS)

Oh, you should see your faces.
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

My last 180 bucks!

I cleaned out the account,
but it was worth it!

Oh, I lost urine, it was so funny! (LAUGHS)

I'm tellin' ya, I gotta go
change my shorts. Whoo!

- Art. Art. Art.
- (LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY)

Hey. Hey.

- How's it goin', Lieutenant?
- It's okay. How you doin'?

- Fine.
- You wanna step in my office?

- ART: Hey, Lieutenant...
- ARTHUR: No, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, Lieuten... Lieutenant.
We're just having some fun here.

That isn't what I saw, Art.

(BREATHES SHARPLY) W... well,
you think it got a little too out of line?

Art, I want you to give me your gun.

- What are you talking about? Why?
- Because I think it's a good idea.

Why? You gonna take me
to the puzzle house?

- Gonna take me to Psych Services?
- That's right.

Come on. Lieutenant.

Come on, Art. Give me the gun.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

All right, let's go.

We're off to see the wizard.

(JOHN KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hanlan, you in there?

- JACK: Who needs me?
- It's John Kelly, Jack.

I called your precinct.
They said you were off.

So, figured maybe you'd find me here, huh?
Excellent police work.

- Can I offer you a little liquor drink?
- Sure.

Now come on in.

What are you looking for, John?

- You want to hear about your father?
- I'd like that.

JACK: Well, he might have made
chief of detectives if he hadn't got shot.

You wanna know why?
Because he knew the job.

Not the manual, the job. Sit down.

Back then, we had an Irish department.
Oh, we had some guineas.

We had Jews. We had a few niggers,
but it was an Irish department.

And this city was liveable.

Harlem, before the '64 riots,
you could walk down the street.

You could do your shopping.
You could talk to the spades like people.

They even treated each other
like human beings.

You're a young guy, Kelly.

You grew up in a different department
in a different city.

You probably think I'm a racist.

I think you're a lousy bartender.

(SCOFFS) I'm trying to paint a picture
for you of this city,

the department your old man was part of.

He, uh, he set a standard for himself
and for the people on the street.

Every scumbag criminal out there
knew there was a line.

And if he crossed it, he was in trouble.
Not too many crossed it.

And if they did, they never did it twice.

How did it feel
living in the perfect society, Jack?

It's all right. Joke around.

But if some skell raped an old lady,
he might find himself thrown off a roof.

That was called
officer discretion back then.

My old man ever throw
anybody off a building?

I wouldn't know. That's not the point
that I'm trying to make.

What was it like to work with him?

I only saw him at the crime scenes.
We never worked one-on-one.

I was on patrol. He was a detective.

But everybody knew
what kind of a guy he was.

I thought you were buddies.

I said I knew him. We all knew him.

We knew we could count on each other.

(EXHALES)

I got a problem, and I don't know
what to do about it.

What do you mean?

I think you did something
to the old man upstairs.

What are you talking about?
That old guy fell. That was an accident.

Nails were pulled,
fresh screwdriver marks.

Your prints were all over that banister.
That's a makable case, Jack.

Come on, you're a better detective
than that.

If they lifted one print
off that banister, they lifted 50.

Other tenants described
a pattern of harassment.

The old man is dead.
What am I gonna do about this?

You wanna know what you can do about it?

Have another drink, go home
and put it out of your mind.

I can't do that. I know what I know.

What is this, Kelly? Is this a shakedown?
You want money to make this go away?

- You offering me money?
- For what? I haven't done anything wrong!

- What kind of money are we talking about?
- How much is it worth to you?

Well, I think I can see my way clear

to a thousand dollars,
something like that.

- You did it, didn't ya?
- I did nothin'! The old man fell!

Nobody feels worse about it than I do!

You didn't do it, but you're offering me
a thousand dollars.

Look, you can make this thing go away.

I can't change what happened.
I wish I could.

- It makes me sick. It keeps me awake.
- It should.

No! You don't get to point
your finger at me!

You don't get to judge another man's life,
or what he had to do!

We're talking about pushing
an old man through a railing.

- He wasn't pushed! He fell!
- You loosened it.

(STAMMERS) I do what I have to do
to make a life!

Hmm, and an old man had to die over it?
Jack, come on.

This is John Kelly's son.
Make me understand.

Look, I'm 56 years old!
Nobody's looking out for me!

These people here, they give me $600
under the table and a place to stay!

- That doesn't let you off the hook.
- Wh... what do you want, Kelly?

You want 2,500?

- I want you to tell me you did it.
- All right!

(YELLS)
I pulled nails! I loosened the banister!

And if it ever gets back to me,
I'll deny I ever said it.

Ah, nobody wanted the old guy to die.

Nobody... nobody feels worse
about it than me.

Are we all right now?

Yeah.

Give me a day to get the money.

Forget the money.

It's not about the money.

I know this is a lot for you to bury,
but in my heart I know

I would do the same thing for you,
John Kelly's son.

Your hand, John?

That's it. (CHUCKLES HESITANTLY)

You did the right thing.
Your old man would be proud of ya.

- He would've understood.
- I think he would.

I know he would.

I know he would!

(MAN CHATTERING IN DISTANCE)

How'd you do?

- (TAPE REVERSE REVERBS)
- Got him. Now take me home before I puke.

(SIREN CHIRPING BLARING IN DISTANCE)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Kelly!
When are you goin' over to these guys?

When are you gonna find
your right home at I.A.D.?

At least they admit they're snitches.
They don't sit and drink with you

and then rat on you!

You're a lousy stool pigeon,
a convent snitch,

and you pissed all over
your father's gravestone!

Don't mention my father's name again,
you murdering son of a bitch.

- This would make him sick!
- Shut up, Hanlan.

- Get him upstairs.
- (GRUNTS)

Everybody in the department's gotta know
what a pissy little schoolgirl you are!

Get up those stairs, Hanlan.
You're making a fool of yourself.

We'll see who's the fool, Kelly!

I gotta see some paperwork.

All right. All right.

Alphonse Giardella?
I'm James Craig. This is Laura Michaels.

Mr. Craig, Ms. Michaels.
I arranged for some refreshments.

Oysters. Very sensual. (SLURPS)

- (CLICKS TONGUE)
- You spilled some juice on your shirt.

Oh. I'm nuts.

I knew I should've had
the fried calamari. Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, sit down. Sit down.

(CLEARS THROAT) I'll be right with you.
I just gotta make a quick change.

Punks, weaklings, ass bandits,
they all worship success.

But something else, Mr. Craig,
they root for failure.

Figure it out, huh?
I guess you know.

You got a lot of people on your own side
rooting for you.

- Well, I'm gonna win my cases.
- He's got a "screw you" attitude,

your boss, just like me.

I want you to start with your relationship
with the Dominican, Agosto Reyes.

(CLEARS THROAT) I don't have relationships
with knuckle bouncers.

I dealt some smack to the 'yom is all.

He used maybe four keys a month,
maybe three, four percent of my pie.

He ever mentioned his dealings with Jesus
and Rigoberto Colon to you?

One month he picks up his four keys,
comes back four days later.

I say, "Nice work, Reyes.
Quick turnaround."

Reyes tells me it's not like that at all.

He says he fronted these Colon brothers
the whole four keys,

and they come back with a story
about being ripped off.

At this point Agosto Reyes tells me,
he becomes very indignant on my behalf.

He says, "I whacked both
those sons of bitches."

Those were his exact words,
"I whacked both the sons of bitches"?

Yeah, yeah, his exact words. (SLURPS)

JIMMY: What was your response?

What do I care about his story?

He gets taken off, that's his problem.

He whacks the Colon brothers,
that's his problem.

Okay, Mr. Giardella,
that's going to be very helpful.

You know, Agosto Reyes... (CLEARS THROAT)
...was only one of my people.

I got a lot of others.
You got about half of 'em in your jail.

Those cases belong to other prosecutors,
other jurisdiction.

Yeah, but I like working with you.

I feel very comfortable and at my ease.

Not to mention you're the most attractive
D.A. I've seen in my life.

You know, there's trust that comes
with a continual relationship.

Maybe I could tell the U.S. Attorney
it's my preference

- to deal with you people.
- (WINE POURING)

But what I know, you could be
in a position here, Mr. Craig.

- (PHONES RINGING)
- (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey, uh, I appreciate
what you did, Detective.

- No problem, Martinez.
- Nah, I know what you did for me.

What's goin' on
with your brother?

I can't talk to you about that.

Come here. You can talk to me.
Come here.

He's got, uh,
a substance abuse problem.

- What kind?
- Narcotics, you know. Heroin.

He's my little brother.
I'm... I'm supposed to take care of him,

and I don't know what to do.

When we were kids,
we were at Yankee Stadium,

the day Reggie hit three home runs
in the same game.

Did you know Martinez is
Reggie Jackson's middle name?

No.

We cut up a piece of grass.

He's still got that. He takes care of it.

I know he's not gone.
The dope hasn't eaten him up yet.

Don't be afraid to reach out to him.

You read all that stuff about tough love,
you know, letting 'em hit rock bottom?

Don't be afraid to reach out to him.

- Okay?
- Okay.

I wish I could be more helpful than that.

You helped me plenty, Detective.

Really.

Thanks again.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

GREG: Hey, John, uh, could I talk
to you for a minute?

Sure.

Uh, this thing with the, uh, bad cop,

uh, it's, uh, it's...
it's not exactly sittin' right.

Let's talk about it.

I mean, not... not that he shouldn't have
been brought in, but, uh, I mean,

we're not I.A.D., you know?
(CHUCKLES HESITANTLY)

Anyway, um,

if you'd like to say something
that might help, I wanna listen.

You'll listen, Medavoy, huh?
You come up, clearing your throat,

like a senator, saying you'll listen?

- He doesn't have to say dick to you.
- JOHN: Andy.

The cop Kelly put away
killed an 80-year-old man.

He let him fall through a balcony
and break his neck.

- He croaked another lady...
- JOHN: Andy, come on.

...suffocated her with gas for money
to clear out an apartment building.

I said I wanted to listen!
I... I... I wanted to listen.

Kelly stood in for a kid
with two years on the job

who was gonna have to wear a wire,

and that would've put that kid
on the rat squad.

Kelly did the right thing.

And if you or any other one of you guys
got a problem with that,

you can see me in the parking lot
right now.

- You took me all wrong!
- JOHN: Andy, that's enough.

You... you never give me a chance
to... to... to explain what I'm saying.

Medavoy, hold it.

Look I understand what you were trying
to say, okay? And I appreciate the offer.

How about pizza and beer
any night this week?

- How about tomorrow night?
- My kid's got a piano recital tonight.

Fine. Pass the word, I'm buying.
Anybody who wants to come can come. Okay?

Fair enough.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Come on.

- SERGEANT: Hey, Martinez.
- JAMES: Hey, Sarge.

There's a kid downstairs,
got pinched in a drug bust.

He says he's your brother.

I guess you gotta do what you gotta do,
huh, Sarge?

He wasn't holding. It's a loitering beef.
I could walk him out the back door.

I'll hold him till the shift's over.
I'll pick him up.

Thanks, Sarge.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

What's this?
What you stoppin' here for?

I wanna talk to you about Roberto, man.

Yeah, well, this is a hospital.

I mean, did something happen to him?
Is he hurt?

I mean what's... what's happening?
What's going on?

He's sick, Papi.

He's in the chemical dependency unit.

What the hell is
a chemical dependency unit?

It's where they help people
addicted to drugs.

- Well, you go in.
- Papi.

Look, I don't like junkies,
I don't wanna see a junkie...

Roberto is sick, Papi, and he needs us!

No, no, he's a junkie.
You understand that?

And junkies don't get better.
You got it?

- Okay, Papi, I'll go in.
- Yeah, you go in.

- I'll see him.
- Yeah, you'll see him.

You can wait here, okay?

When I come back out,
then we can drive away.

- Yeah, okay.
- Okay?

(SIGHS)

Damn!

HECTOR: James!

James, wait.

We'll do it together, okay?
It's better.

Okay.

(BLOWS BAGPIPE)

How are they treatin' the kid?

- It's gonna be okay.
- That's good.

I'm thinking, Kelly...

I'm thinking maybe there's been
a little progress

in the police department after all.

I remember 15 years ago
a rookie cop walks into a D.O.A. scene,

sees his partner taking money
off a dead person

and putting it into his pocket.

And for giving him up,
this rookie is hung out to dry

by every cop on the job.

You can see how nice it was for me...

watching you bust your ass
for that kid.

I wish it could have been
different for you, Kevin.

- You still go to the Emerald Society?
- No.

- No, I can't drink like that anymore.
- (CHUCKLES) I don't go.

No one will talk to me.

They're all afraid they'll get drunk,
confess their sins and I'll arrest them.

You know, I don't care
about no one talking to me.

I knew that would happen
when I busted that cop.

But I always wanted to play
in the Emerald Society Piper's Band,

and not one of those bastards
will recommend me.

I'm the best piper in the department,
and nobody knows it

except a bunch
of croakers.

- You know what "Piobracht" is, Kelly?
- No.

Well, listen.

This is called "Piobracht."

(BLOWS BAGPIPE)

(CONTINUES BLOWING BAGPIPE)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC ENDS)