All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E14 - Jumpin Jack Fleishman.sd-en

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIREN WAILING)

MALE VOICE: We'll run toxicology.

JOHN: Then you may find some cocaine
in her, Doc.

JACK: Yeah, but that's a broken cricoid.

I think you're looking at
the strangulation as the cause of death.

JOHN: What do you figure for time?

Well, rigor's passed off.
What with lividity, general decomposition,

somewhere between three, five days.

Whoever croaked her didn't even bother
unhookin' the cable

when he was stealin' the TV.

JOHN: No forced entry.

Nah. He knew her. Probably fighting
over the pipe.

- JOHN: Is that tooth still bothering you?
- (ANDY GROANING)

Nothing a bullet in the brain

- wouldn't straighten out.
- MALE VOICE: Detectives.

Here's the super, Mr. Harmon.
Detectives Sipowicz and Kelly.

Phew. Who's burning coffee grounds here?

What, you wanna take a whiff
in here without them?

- Hey, Medavoy, put out the coffee grounds.
- No, wait, wait. I just got a smell.

Where you been last couple of days?

HARMON: I took my first vacation
in nine months.

I was up to Ellenville, 48 hours.

- JOHN: She live here alone?
- Yeah, pretty much.

What does that mean?
What, she had a boyfriend?

No, regular guy. She saw different guys.

Did she have problems, bad habits,
anything like that?

- No.
- Smoking crack doesn't count, huh?

Okay, let's make room.

- MALE VOICE: Easy, easy.
- I never would've guessed it.

She made the rent. She worked.

Some publisher over in midtown somewhere.

You have any disturbances here last week?

Neighbor complained about a ruckus
early Saturday morning.

I come down, I knock.
Some guy answered through the door.

Said everything was okay.

So, you got complaints of a disturbance?
Shouting, sounds of a struggle.

Then some strange guy talks to you
from behind the door,

and he tells you everything
is beautiful in here.

Then you left to go upstate
and never talked to the tenant.

What you gotta use that tone of voice for?

You got a lot of morons in your family?

- Because that could be genetic.
- Andy.

Uh, excuse me. Are you familiar
with the apartment?

Could you help us make
a list of missing items?

- Sure.
- Come on.

You wanna check out that moron thing

before you have any late-in-life children,
you know.

What's his problem?

Uh, the detective's
a little short tempered.

He's in dental agony, you know?

MALE VOICE: Okay, I'll notify
the wagon dispatcher

to have 'em brought in.

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(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- FEMALE VOICE: Yeah. All right.
- MALE VOICE: Do the other hand.

MALE VOICE 2: Muggers,
drug dealers on every street corner.

Our trusted police force
can't be bothered.

No. They got their manpower focused on
an after-hours card joint.

I'm sure the streets
will be a lot safer tonight.

Hey, when does your battery run down?

I'm gonna take these reports
down to the Sarge.

Hey. Did you get a chance

to get my message
to Detective Sipowicz?

Uh, he hasn't come back yet.

- Is she gettin' special treatment?
- Does it look like she is?

- Oh, we make a pretty good team, huh?
- JANICE: Yeah, we did all right.

You're never gonna make a living
playing blackjack, though.

Yeah. I lost all my flash money.

You gotta learn not to split eights
against a face card.

Well, you know, that never came up
at the academy.

Hey, I bet I could teach you
a couple things too, you know.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know what delts are?

Uh, no, Roy. What are delts?

Ha. Well, delts are these muscles. Here.

You got great potential delts,
if the right person worked you out.

JANICE: Mm-hmm.

Well, I only noticed 'cause of
this sexy bare-shoulders thing

- you're wearing.
- All right, Roy, we need to set

- some ground rules.
- Oh, let me guess.

No complimenting each other

- while we're on the clock.
- Yeah, something like that.

Hmm. So, if I'm gonna tell you
how great I could make you look,

- it would have to be after the shift.
- Uh, let's get these people

squared away, okay? Hey, Sarge.
Here are the arrest reports.

Wagon will be here in ten minutes.
Who's taking them over to court?

Me and Larson.

Uh, could you get 'em started?
I'll be up there in a minute.

- Sure.
- JANICE: Good morning.

- Can I speak to you a minute, Detective?
- Yeah.

JANICE: Uh, Anti-crime put an undercover
into an after-hours gambling club,

and we popped the operators

and some of the prostitutes they had
for the big customers.

One of the hookers is asking for you.
She says she can't make bail.

- Who?
- Lois Snyder.

(SIGHS) What's she wanna do,
set me up to get shot again?

Hmm? Here.

You give her this and you tell her
to stay away from me, all right?

Okay.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- ROY: Detective, how's it goin'?
- Okay.

Roy Larson. Just came over to Anti-crime.

- Yeah. I've seen you around.
- Yeah, I just took down

an after-hours joint.
They paired me with Janice Licalsi

Yeah. well, she's a good cop.

ARTHUR: John.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

What'd you come up with on that DOA?

Twenty-seven-year-old woman.
Strangulation.

Crack paraphernalia by the bedside.
Ring missing from her finger.

TV, stereo gone.
Car gone out of the garage.

Turns out the car was towed
off a side street yesterday.

Medavoy and Martinez are down
at the impound lot,

going over it right now.

The girl's parents are dead,
and there's no other family.

We found some divorce papers,
traced her ex.

He said she called him on a crying jag,
asked to borrow 400 dollars.

I'd say she's relatively new
to the wonderful world of crack cocaine.

- Andy.
- Hmm?

- Your jaw looks swollen.
- I think I got an infected tooth.

You gonna get it looked at?

That would make too much sense, Lieutenant.

(ANDY CHUCKLES SARCASTICALLY)

- Give me some DD-5s when you get a chance.
- Okay.

- (ANDY GROANING)
- JOHN: Hey, come here.

Come here. Give me your hand.

- Yeah? What's this?
- Call this guy.

He tends to run his mouth a little bit,
but he's a great dentist.

Oh, John, you know how long it's been

- since somebody looked at my teeth?
- That's my point.

- You know what they're gonna find?
- Whatever they're gonna find,

- they're gonna fix.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Who's the steroid case?
- JOHN: Larson. Anti-crime.

Now, I'm gonna go and call the DOA's job.

- You go to the dentist.
- Yeah, yeah.

SYLVIA: Hi, Donna. How ya doin'?

- SYLVIA: Hi, Andy.
- ANDY: Oh, hi.

- Your mouth looks swollen.
- Yeah, I got a bad tooth.

- (GROANS)
- Want me to come over

to your place tonight,
and I'll make us some soup?

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- Um, I don't think tonight is any good.

Andy, we are running out of nights
of the week that might be good.

If you're not careful,
I'm gonna start taking this personally.

FEMALE VOICE: Detective LaSalle,
a Mrs. Miller to see you.

- Come here.
- MALE VOICE: I'm amazed at our success.

I just, uh, want things to go right
when you come over.

I don't think this is a good night,

what with the tooth and I still got

one or two things I gotta fix up
before you come over.

You have got to know you're never gonna
lose points with me for being who you are.

- Don't be shy of me.
- No, I... I... I know. I'm just, uh...

I wanna make sure the place is right
for visitors.

- Thanks, Andy.
- ANDY: Yeah. Don't mention it.

Twenty bucks a bullet.

SHARON: I gotta go. Thanks for calling.

- DONNA: I'm gonna talk to you later, okay?
- Yeah.

(GROANS)

- JOHN: Hey.
- Oh. Hi, Johnny.

Lieutenant's got you back in the rotation.

- Yeah.
- You ready for that?

- I'm ready.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- You want another body in the interview?

- I'm okay. I got it, Johnny. Thank you.
- All right.

- Go get 'em.
- Okay.

- Are you Linda Miller?
- Yeah.

Hi. I'm Sharon LaSalle.
I'm the detective assigned to your case.

Why don't we talk in the, uh,
interview room.

I think we'll be more comfortable there,
okay?

FEMALE VOICE: I do remember
calling you earlier.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (SIREN WAILING)

SHARON: Here you go. Have a seat. Hey.

Your complaint says you were robbed.

Yeah. A man stole my unemployment check
and they won't replace the check.

The unemployment won't replace the check
until I, um, make a police report.

Okay. We'll take care of that.
Are you all right, Linda?

- Did you get hurt during the robbery?
- Oh, just bruised up a little bit.

You look like you got bruised up
more than a little.

Hmm. Can you, uh...

can you tell me what the man did
when he robbed you?

Yeah. He, um...

he, uh...

he, uh, took my unemployment check,
and he, uh, beat me up some.

Okay. You were on your way home
from grocery shopping.

Yeah, I was, um,
at a couple of job interviews,

and then I stopped
by the 36th street market.

And when I was on my way home,
he came up, and, uh,

he, uh, pulled me
into a basement stairwell,

and he robbed me.

Can you describe the man?

He was white, about, uh, five-foot-ten.

He was strong.

Okay, and he came towards you.

Did you get a look at his face?

It was pretty dark.

And you resisted when he pulled you
into the stairwell.

LINDA: I didn't wanna lose
my unemployment check.

- And then what happened?
- He beat me up. He took my purse,

- and, uh, he ran away.
- SHARON: Okay.

- SHARON: Did anything else happen?
- No, that was it. That's it.

Linda, do you think that you could, um,
identify this man

- if you saw him again?
- I don't know.

I wasn't really looking at him,
and then it... it happened so fast.

- Did he touch you?
- N...

He hit me.

Linda, you know...

I've been doing this a while.
I've been doing this a while.

And you develop a good sense

of when somebody's
holding something back

- either because of embarrassment, fear...
- Look, I told you, Detective...

- he robbed me.
- You call me Sharon.

Linda, if he touched you...

if he forced himself on you sexually,

you can feel free
to tell me about that too.

Unless you tell me differently,
it will not leave this room.

- I'm worried about my husband.
- SHARON: Why?

He says that I dress provocative.

He was always saying something like this
was gonna happen.

Linda.

Linda, when this man robbed you,
did he rape you too?

Yeah.

Can you tell me what happened?

(SOBS) He, uh...

he put a knife to my throat,
and he made me take off my panty hose.

And then he...

used my panty hose
to tie my hands behind me,

and then he put...

tape on my mouth and over my nose...

and then he raped me...

(SOBS) ...and... and I thought
he was gonna kill me.

But he got scared. He heard someone
up on the landing and he ran away.

- (CRIES)
- Okay.

Okay. Linda, that's okay.

Good for you. Good for you for saying.
Good for you.

(LINDA SOBS)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- JOHN: Uh-huh. Right.

If you could have
any of her coworkers call me.

Detective Kelly, the 15th Squad.

Right. That's the idea.

No, we don't know how she died yet.
Thank you.

- Hey.
- What's her story?

Uh, rob, assault, and rape.

And uh, Johnny, she just described
the identical MO

to a series of rape-homicides

that I worked in Special Victims,
about four and a half years ago.

How the guy tied her up,
very specific how he taped her face.

Street approach, basement stairwell.

- It's exactly the same MO.
- She get a look at him?

She's not sure how good.
She's going through the books now.

- Johnny, would you do me a favor?
- Sure.

I'm gonna go uptown,
I'm gonna pull the files on those cases.

Would you, uh, keep an eye on her,
see if she needs anything?

No problem. Let's go.

JOHN: Yeah.

Linda, this is Detective Kelly.

- Hi. John Kelly. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Detective Kelly's gonna be available
to you, uh, while I put together

some of that information
I was telling you about.

- Okay.
- I'll be back in a while, okay?

LINDA: All right.

- Thanks, John.
- See you later.

No doubt Detective LaSalle's
given you the photograph speech.

That people's appearances
change over time.

Yeah. They grow facial hair.
They shave. They get fatter, thinner.

Uh, the idea is to ID
all the possibilities.

Don't worry about the number
if you're not really sure,

and I will be right around the corner,
right there, if you need me.

- Okay.
- JOHN: Now, you want some coffee?

- No. I'm all right. Thanks.
- JOHN: Okay.

Six o'clock. Great. Thanks a lot.

- Martinez.
- JAMES: Yeah, Lieutenant?

How you doing
on that strangulation homicide?

We searched the victim's car
at the impound yard, you know,

and we found a receipt
for some makeup items.

You know, those stick-on nails,
eyeliner lashes, and stuff, uh, and a wig.

All from a place over in Astoria.

The receipt was dated
after the victim died.

And we were thinking
maybe the guy who did the strangulation

had a backup girlfriend.

So we thought we'd go over
to the wig place in Astoria,

and maybe they remember some...
somebody buying the stuff.

And I'm waiting for a callback
from the victim's job.

Sharon's running down a lead on a rape.
I have her complainant inside.

You don't need Kelly.

JAMES: No, we don't need him. (LAUGHS)

Nobody needs Kelly.

- Uh, Andy getting his tooth looked at?
- If he doesn't chicken out.

- (GROANS)
- (DRILL WHIRRING)

I wish you'd let me
give you some novocaine.

- Uh-uh. No needles.
- Rinse.

(GROANS)

DOCTOR: Seems like it's always
the toughest guys

afraid of a little needle.

- How much more drilling?
- We're getting there. Open.

(SUCKS)

You know, Detective,
the inside of your mouth

reminds me of some Mayan ruins
I visited with my wife last year.

- (LAUGHS SARCASTICALLY)
- Just kidding.

Ah. I'm guessing ten years minimum
since you had your teeth worked on.

- Am I right?
- (MUMBLES)

- Well, well, I know how that happens.
- (WHIRS)

- (GROANS)
- People cross what I call

"The great divide."

(GROANS)

They let so much time go by,
they think it's impossible

to get their oral house back in order.

- (WHIRS)
- (GROANS)

I get the feeling they're afraid
when they open their mouths up,

- I'm gonna rebuke them.
- (GROANS)

The fact is, I'm not their father...

- (GROANS)
- ...or their priest.

- (GROANS)
- All I am is a dentist.

A glorified mechanic.

- (SQUIRTS)
- (GROANS)

- I'm sorry to interrupt, Doctor.
- Dr. Heller, you've got to do something.

Dr. Fleishman's threatening
to kill himself.

Fleishman's the pedodontist
who shares the suite with us.

- Ah, maybe he's just kidding around.
- FEMALE VOICE: I don't know.

He's climbed out on the window ledge,
and it's 28 floors down.

- (INSTRUMENTS CLATTERING)
- (SIGHS)

All right. Call 911.
Tell them what's going on.

This guy better not be kidding around.

(GROANS, SIGHS)

- Jack.
- Ah, what are you doin' out there, Doctor?

Don't come near me.
You come near this window, I'll jump.

- (WINDOW CLOSES)
- (SIGHS)

I'm goin' to... (KNOCKS)

...I'm gonna go to the other window.
The other window here.

- Jack.
- What?

- Jack.
- Oh.

- (GROANS)
- (THUMP)

(GROANS)

Uh, listen, your... your buddy in here,
Dr. Heller, says your name is Jack.

- He's not my buddy.
- What?

- He's not my buddy.
- All right.

Anyway... (GROANS)

Anyway, look, my name is Andy. I'm a cop.

I was, uh, getting my tooth
drilled over here in Dr. Heller's office,

and, uh... Listen, I... I don't know
what's on your mind right now,

but, uh, it's obvious you're pretty upset.

And there's hostage negotiation,
people that are coming over

to talk to you. Now, they, uh,
they got a lot of information

they can give you
on a situation like this.

Like what? That I'm a despicable asshole?

- That I don't deserve to live?
- IRV: Jack, it's me Irv.

Jack, you're being way too hard
on yourself.

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

I'm an embezzler.

I'm about to have felony fraud charges
filed against me by the IRS.

Not to mention the fact that
I've poisoned every personal relationship

- I've ever had.
- Jack.

Hey! Don't... don't worry.
I'm not coming over there by you. I...

(GROANS) Man!

I'll tell you, Jack,
I feel like I got a drill team

jumpin' around on my tooth
that the doc was workin' on,

so, uh, it's hard coming up
with a bunch of, uh,

cheery thoughts to tell you, you know.

But believe me, these, uh,
these Hostage Squad people, they...

they know their stuff

and they're gonna know
exactly what to say.

Hey, Officer...

I'm not looking for anyone
to tell me anything.

I know what I am.

A 48-year-old one-man train wreck.

Now, don't you think people could change?

I've tried to change a thousand times.

That crap lasts a couple of months max.

Eventually you go back to being
the same disgusting asshole

you always were.

You get to a certain age, it's too late.

You are who you are.

Officer...

can you look me in the eye
and honestly tell me that I'm wrong?

Of course, not.

- Screw everybody.
- Hey, hey, hey!

- Hey, hey!
- (WOMAN SCREAMING)

- Oh, my God.
- (DISTANT SCREAMING)

- MALE VOICE: Look out!
- (GLASS SHATTERING)

- (TIRES SQUEALING)
- (SIRENS WAILING)

There's the Hostage Squad Unit now.

- (SIRENS WAILING)
- (HORNS HONKING)

The victim today described an MO
exactly similar

to a series of rape-homicides
I worked four years ago.

She picked out
four different possibilities.

Computer puts this one in Acacia Cemetery.
Catskill Correctional.

This one is not ambulatory.
He's in the Brooklyn VA.

- This is number four.
- Number four is Louis Foreman.

Four years ago, he copped

to an aggravated sexual assault
in Philadelphia.

I talked to Pennsylvania.
The case was pleaded down

because the victim wouldn't testify.

Same MO as the four murders
in Morningside. Same MO as our victim.

So, the sexual attacks with this MO
stopped here.

The four years this guy was in prison
in Pennsylvania.

Yeah. He was released on parole
a month ago,

transferred to New York.
He owes 11 months.

You talk to his parole officer?

Yeah. He's a violator.
He failed to report two weeks ago.

- ARTHUR: Parole check his residence?
- He's cleared out as of last week.

Lieutenant, this guy has a bad pattern.

Goin' back four years,
victim one was two days from victim two.

Victim three a day later.
Victim four later that same night.

I think we should set up on the street

where this woman was attacked
and put a decoy out.

You and Kelly put it together.

JOHN: So, this guy just jumped, uh,
the dentist next door?

ANDY: Yeah, 28 floors.

- What was his problem?
- He was a tax thief, cheated on his wife.

If that's all it took, there wouldn't be
an empty ledge in the city.

He was going on, you know,
people can't change, so, uh,

what's the point of kidding yourself,
and so forth, you know.

Janice, why don't you move up
to the pizzeria.

Look in your bag,
act like you forgot something,

and walk back down to the, uh, grocery.

- So, he just went?
- Yeah, yeah.

Why kid yourself thinkin'
people can change,

you know, that type of thing.

He's goin' on,
daring me to tell him different.

What's my opinion?
Do I think people can change?

That guy is wrong.

Janice, there's a guy walking behind you.

He's bald, about five-ten,
and he's got a brown hooded jacket.

JOHN: This is our man.

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

JOHN: He's gonna make a move.

- Larson, you got him spotted?
- I got him.

He's on her.

ANDY: Look at this.
What the hell is Larson doing?

- Put your head down in your magazine.
- What is he doin'?

- Hold it!
- JOHN: Larson's blown it.

The guy made him. Come on.

(MAN GROANS)

- (CAR ENGINE STARTING)
- (TIRES SCREECHING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Drop it, or you're dead.
- Leave me alone!

- Police!
- Put it down.

ANDY: Drop that and put your hands up
against the wall, asshole!

- ROY: Come on!
- ANDY: Come on!

LOUIS: He didn't say he was a cop!

ROY: I told you I was a cop.

- I didn't hear you.
- You're under arrest. You're under arrest.

I didn't know what you wanted.

I told you I was a cop, asshole!

- (GROANS) You're breakin' my wrist!
- Take it easy!

- He didn't say he was a cop.
- Shut up.

You heard me tell him?
I told him I was a cop.

When I was running to the alley,
you must've said it before I got here.

What are you arresting me for?
What did I do?

Get in the car.
That's not a bad question, John.

- LOUIS: What are you bustin' me for?
- We'll tell you

when you get down to the station.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

FEMALE VOICE: I think I hurt my leg
climbing up the stairs.

Yeah?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I put 15 years in, Lieutenant,

but this strangulation homicide
we're working,

wait'll you hear what we...
we came up with on this one.

- You went to that wig outlet?
- GREG: Yes, sir.

That's where the two girls come from?

That's... Yeah. They work there. Yes, sir.

But, uh, listen to this, Lieutenant.

Our theory is that this guy
is at the wig outlet,

buying stuff for this backup girlfriend.

- Mm-hmm.
- There is no backup girlfriend.

- Then who was the wig for?
- For him.

The wig and the fingernails are for him.

He's in the store for six hours
trying on wigs and fingernails,

and... and... and these girls
are helping him with his makeover.

One of 'em, he sends out.

She's getting him dressed
from the big-and-tall girls shop.

He had to go three different places

to try to find high heels
in a 12 and a half double-E.

Apparently, uh, see, this, uh...

this guy's plan is to go home
and spend the rest of his life as a woman.

He doesn't sound rational, this guy.

Yeah, well, that part I can write off
to him being a crackhead,

but these two girls here,
I don't know what their story is.

They're rolling on the floor
like Heckle and Jeckle.

The super brought some mail
addressed to the guy,

care of the dead girl's apartment.

There's a picture of him inside.
See if the girls can pick it out.

I'll put an array together. (SCOFFS)

Can I help you?

- Um, Detective Sipowicz, please.
- Okay. Um...

LOIS: Andy.

- DONNA: Miss!
- It's okay, Donna.

I got her. (SIGHS)

- LOIS: I...
- ANDY: Come here.

Come over here.

- (SIGHS)
- Look, I came to return the money.

It wasn't a loan.

Oh! (CHUCKLES) Well, whatever it was,
it was really nice of you, Andy.

And you made enough
to pay me back the same night?

- You're a hardworking girl, Lois.
- Look... (SIGHS)

I'd like a chance to explain what happened
with Giardella, Andy.

I think I got a pretty clear picture
of what happened.

Would you just... (SIGHS)

Let me... let me take you out to dinner.

Please.

For old times' sake.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Sure, why not?

- LOIS: Right.
- (SIGHS)

- All right.
- All right.

FEMALE VOICE: She's... she's vindictive.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MONIQUE: You know what?

I never been to a police station before,
Detective.

- Have you, Con?
- I been in firehouses.

- You have? (CHUCKLES)
- CONNIE: Sure. I slid down the pole.

(LAUGHS) You were upstairs,
like where the beds are?

Detective Martinez, can I ask you
a technical police question?

I don't know if I'll be able to answer,
but, uh...

- sure, go ahead.
- Detective Martinez,

if a criminal takes a sanding machine
or acid or something,

can he erase his fingerprints
and commit crimes all over the place

- without getting caught?
- Uh...

Well, here comes Detective Medavoy.

Okay, ladies. (SIGHS)
We gotta get you at separate desks.

We wanna see if you can identify
a photograph.

What happened to the sketch artist?

- We're gonna do this instead, okay?
- MONIQUE: Oh.

All right, now I want you to take a look,
and, if you recognize the guy,

you point him out to me with your finger,
all right. We gotta make separate ID's.

This is the guy! This is the guy
who came into the store.

Thank you, Monique.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- MONIQUE: Connie, you know what?

It's really, really fun.

- Could you, uh, wait there, please?
- Yeah, certainly. (GIGGLES)

- (GIGGLES)
- MEDAVOY: Take a look at these.

- Do you recognize anyone, Connie?
- Sure. That's him there.

But believe me, honey, after our makeover,

he don't bear a vague resemblance
of that mug.

- (GIGGLES)
- MEDAVOY: Okay.

Ladies, I'm gonna ask you this.

Would you be willing to sit
in a stakeout van,

and help us identify this guy,
the way he looks now?

- Will Detective Martinez be there?
- MEDAVOY: Absolutely.

All night, if necessary.

- Yeah, I'll do it.
- I'm not missin' this.

- Great. That sounds good.
- MONIQUE: Yeah!

SHARON: Okay, Louis,
let me tell you where we stand.

(CLEARS THROAT) We got you
on resisting arrest.

No, I wasn't resisting arrest
'cause the man never said who he was.

And you're definitely going back to prison
for violating your parole.

- Do you understand that?
- I missed a parole appointment.

And you didn't notify your officer
when you moved.

Well, I hope I can straighten that out
with him.

- We had a rape last night, Louis.
- I don't know anything about that.

Got your mark on it.

- I don't know what you mean.
- What were you doing last night, Louis?

I was reading the Bible.

Oh, yeah? You read the Bible a lot, Louis?

It's what I read, yes.

It must be hard living in a city like this
trying to follow what the Bible says,

temptation everywhere you look.

"Blessed is the man
that endureth temptation...

"for when he is tried,

"he shall receive the crown of life."

Were you reading the Bible
when they sent you to prison

in Pennsylvania?

I'm not the person I was back then.
With God's help,

- I have strengthened and renewed myself.
- Hmm, how'd you do that?

I read God's word and I do my push-ups.

Two hundred fifty.

Sometimes five hundred. Whatever it takes.

All those push-ups,
and the urges won't go away, huh?

- (GULPS)
- Is that what happened last night?

(SIGHS) Look, could we talk
without the lady in the room?

Sure.

The rape that happened last night
was exactly like the one

you went away for in Pennsylvania.

The lady got a look at you,
and in a while,

she's gonna pick you out of a lineup.
So, if you wanna help yourself, do it now.

"Blessed are they who are persecuted
for righteousness' sake,

"for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

I'm asking you if you want help, Louis.

- You a God-fearing man?
- Amen.

You're a God-fearing man.

A God-fearing man oughta ask for help.

(GULPS)

I think I want a lawyer now.

JOHN: Okay, Louis.

- Any good?
- Well, he stopped quoting Scripture,

- and asked for his lawyer.
- Detective LaSalle.

- You got a minute? I wanna talk to you.
- What does this jerk want?

- Attention.
- I tell you, Johnny,

the way he screwed up that bust tonight,
if my original complainant

doesn't pick Foreman out of a lineup,
we're screwed.

- I know.
- There's no way we make

- that separate assault charge.
- I know.

- I'll talk to you later.
- Mm-hmm.

- What is it?
- Uh, I was wondering

what you were gonna be writing
in your report

on what happened
on that rapist takedown.

Uh, I haven't had time
to think about it actually.

(CHUCKLES) I've been racking
my brains over it.

Like whether that guy made me.
I'm sure he didn't.

Now, what I think happened
is that this guy probably just saw me

as some kind of threat, you know?

I mean, uh, in his whacked-out
state of mind,

he might have thought I was a mugger.

I mean, well, who knows? Right?

I don't think, at this point,
it really matters one way or the other.

The guy got hinky,
and we didn't get the bust.

Well, um...

you write it up the way you saw it,
but I... I... I...

I would really appreciate it
if it didn't come off sounding...

Look, officer, I'm not gonna write it up

that he made you.
Is that what you're worried about?

Plus, if... if you could be clear
that I absolutely identified myself...

Look, right now we're just trying
to find a way to put this guy away.

What did or did not happen
during his apprehension,

I couldn't be less concerned

- with that right now.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

- but I did ID myself as a cop.
- SHARON: You'll have to excuse me.

Now, I want that clear.

Detective, how you write this up
could impact me big here.

SHARON: Linda, thank you for coming.

I think your business is done up here,
don't you?

She... she is writing her report.
Now, I just, I want her to hear my side...

I know and I think she has,
so why don't you go back to work?

Linda, we were hoping that we could
get the guy who raped you to confess.

- But he wouldn't.
- No.

(SIGHS) So, now what?

Well, now he goes back to Pennsylvania,

does the balance of his parole violation,
11 months,

and then he's back on the street.

Unless you pick this guy out of a lineup,
in which case we could charge him.

No, I don't think I could do that.

Not now. I'm feelin' like maybe the flu.
I don't know, I...

It would open up a lot of possibilities.

He may decide to confess.
He may be open to a plea arrangement.

- Or there might be a trial.
- JOHN: There may be.

And I'd have to testify.

That would be up to a DA,
but probably yes.

I can't.

I'm sorry. I... I can't testify.
I... I... I can hardly think.

- I haven't been able to tell my husband.
- You want us to talk to him?

No. I mean, uh...

I gotta do that at the right time,
when I feel right about it.

The worst thing you can do right now
is bottle this up,

especially if you're concerned
about a marriage.

You don't understand.

Now, I may be able to put this behind me
and forget about it,

but my husband, you know, I don't know.

Maybe you're not giving him enough credit.

Bring him in. Let me talk to him.

- He might surprise you.
- Linda, are you aware

that this guy killed
some of his other victims?

Did you know that?

It's my guess that he didn't kill you,
because you got lucky.

You're the police.

You could follow him around.
That's what you're supposed to do.

Get more evidence.
You could make him confess

- some other way.
- Linda,

sitting here with you...

I know you're a good woman.
I can see that,

and right now, I know you think
you can get past this.

But you can't.
It's gonna grind on you,

and a year from now,
when this animal is back on the street,

you're gonna wanna change your mind,

but by then it may be too late.
He may have raped and killed again.

That's what he does.

And that's what I want you to think about.

I want you to think
about those other women.

Okay?

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

You were always more than a trick
to me, Andy.

- (SCOFFS) Sounds like a song title.
- LOIS: I mean it.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- You gotta believe

- I never wanted to hurt you.
- I don't think you wanted to hurt me.

Things just happened
the way they happened.

That prick Giardella,

said he was gonna cut my throat
unless I set you up.

He said he was gonna kill me,
and he meant it.

Look, it's over. You did what you did.

Please, say you understand.

(SIGHS) Okay, I understand.

And say you forgive me.

- I forgive you.
- (LOIS CHUCKLING)

Oh, you don't know how good
that makes me feel.

Come on. How shall we celebrate?

Beats me. (SCOFFS)

Um, a vodka martini for me
and a scotch up for the gentleman.

No. I'll, uh, I'll have a ginger ale.

Mm-hmm.

Bring me a vodka martini and a scotch.
(CHUCKLES)

In case you change your mind.

I don't drink anymore, Lois.

Oh, is that a rule or... (CHUCKLES)

...just sort of a guideline?

It's a bitch is what it is.

Well, then why torture yourself?

(SIGHS) Because, uh,
it doesn't fix anything.

It fixes right now.

I'm, uh, I'm trying to feel better
about myself, Lois.

I'm trying not to look for fixes
inside a shot glass.

Andy.

Have one drink.

It'll loosen you up.

Then we'll have a great meal,
and we'll go back to my place...

and I'll make you remember...

why you made me keep every Tuesday
on my calendar open.

MALE VOICE: Vodka martini.

Ginger ale, sir.

- And the scotch.
- LOIS: Come on, Andy.

To us.

To old times.

You know, Lois... (SIGHS)

...sittin' here looking
at my beverage alternatives,

I gotta admit, I... I...
I'd like that scotch,

which is why I gotta keep reminding myself
that the "old times"

got me set up, shot and suspended.

Now, maybe I'm kiddin' myself,
but, uh...

(SIGHS)

...I think I'm done with the old times.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, don't leave.

Come on. Just keep me company.

Take care of yourself, Lois.

Come on, Andy.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

I say the glass is half-full, John.

Sure, you may lose a guy
who did five rape-murders, but hey,

here we are, ready to do a relief stint
staking out some asshole,

so burnt out on crack,
he thinks he's Doris Day.

- I'm gonna head in there first.
- Yeah. Be my guest, you know.

I think this temp crown is loose.

- There's Kelly.
- Where?

Hey, uh, listen, we really appreciate
you sticking around all night.

Uh, but, we're going off shift now,

so at least
let us get you some food, huh?

Now that sounds like a plan. (GIGGLES)

Oh, my God. We gotta be back
at the shop in two hours.

- I'm stayin'.
- MONIQUE: What?

- Hey, John.
- JOHN: Hey.

Uh, say hello to Detective Kelly.

- This is Connie and Monique.
- MONIQUE: Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi. Monique. Hi.

As soon as Andy gets over,
you guys can take off.

I'm stayin'.

Connie, I'm not losing a job over this,
okay?

- Yeah, you don't wanna do that.
- We'll be fine.

Thanks for your help. We got a picture.

- recognizing the guy.
- See, the detective agrees.

Detectives, is it or is it not correct

that the man we have been staking out
for eight hours

is guilty of first-degree murder?

JAMES: I don't know about murder one.
Maybe murder two.

- MEDAVOY: Hey, Andy.
- And is it not also correct

that this man may be wearing a dress
and a wig?

In which case,
assuming Monique sees fit to leave,

I am the only person in the five boroughs

who has seen him so dressed,

and can positively identify him
as the specified culprit.

- JOHN: That would be correct.
- CONNIE: I'm doin' my civic duty.

Check this out.

Is this who we're lookin' for?

Oh, my God! That's him. That's him!
It's him!

Stay here, girls.

- Keep the change.
- MALE VOICE: Thank you.

- Cover me.
- MALE VOICE: Right.

ANDY: Police, Mr. Mitchell!
You hold it right there.

Don't you move any closer.

We got cops at both ends of the block
and across the street.

You really wanna run down the street
like Mary Tyler Moore

with your skirt hitched up over your ass
and me jumpin' on your back,

or you wanna do this
a little more sensible?

- (GRUNTS)
- ANDY: (GROANS) Hey!

- Hey! Hey, stop!
- You better stop.

Stop.

(GRUNTS)

(ANDY GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(ANDY GRUNTS)

You just had to run. You made me swallow
my tooth, you asshole!

- (GROANS)
- JOHN: Come on, gorgeous.

We're getting back to the precinct.
You're gonna get a fresh start

on your 20-year vacation.

Can I have my wig, please?

- Let's go.
- (WHIMPERS)

MEDAVOY: Hold still, for cryin' out loud.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Here. Hi. She'll take care of you.

Can I help you?

I'm Ray Miller. My wife said you wanted
to talk to me about this robbery.

About her getting robbed.

I think Detective LaSalle
is who we're supposed to talk to.

- Hey, Kelly.
- JOHN: Hey.

Don't walk away from me, man.
I'm talkin' to you.

You got a problem you wanna discuss
with me, Roy, that's fine,

but lose the attitude, okay?

Okay. I come by it honestly
you are putting it around

- that I blew that decoy operation.
- JOHN: No, I'm not.

I don't have time to think about it, Roy,
or you.

What's more, I think you got a motive
for makin' a mutt out of me.

Mm-hmm. What would that be?

I think that you are trying to demean me
in the eyes of a woman...

meaning Janice Licalsi...

Detective Kelly.

- That's not the case, Roy.
- I say it is the case.

Okay, shut your mouth
and listen to what I have to say.

All cops make mistakes.

The worst thing you can do
is start blaming yourself,

or assume anybody else here is blaming you
for anything unless you got a reason,

and in this case, you don't.

Nobody is talking

- behind your back about anything.
- (SCOFFS)

So be a man, accept what happened,
and move on.

- You are tellin' me how to be a man?
- You look like you wanna hit me, Roy.

Do you really wanna start
a squad-room brawl with another cop?

Hmm?

How bad do you wanna hurt yourself
around here?

(CLEARS THROAT)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SHARON: Please, come with me.

Here you go.

I'll be just a minute.

Look, I tried all night to tell him,
but I couldn't make myself.

I want you to do it.

All right. I'll take care of it.

Take a seat, Mr. Miller.

You, too, Linda. (CLEARS THROAT)

I don't know what help I can be on this.

All I know about the robbery
is what Linda told me.

Your wife wasn't just robbed, Mr. Miller.
She was raped.

Oh, man.

Linda asked me to tell you about it
because she was afraid

- of how you might react.
- How do you expect me to react, huh?

I swear, I never... I never did anything
to cause it, Ray.

Did I not say this would happen
you kept dressin' up

in those short skirts and high heels?

- Did I not warn you?
- Mr. Miller, please,

listen to what your wife is telling you.

- RAY: Now it's happened!
- Ray!

- I can't believe this.
- Mr. Miller, please!

Sit down and listen to me. M...

Mr. Miller, take a look at these pictures.

- Oh!
- These are other victims

of the man who raped your wife.

Denise Dominic, 65.

Collette Marchant, 49 years old.
Weighed about 220.

Mary Guybara. This woman
was in a walker, Ray.

Take a look, Mr. Miller, and tell me
how sexy and provocative these women are.

They were just like your wife.

Random victims, except
they weren't as lucky as your wife

because they weren't just raped.

- They were killed.
- Oh!

Your wife has been reluctant to identify
this man who raped her,

and I think it's because she's afraid
of what it might do to your marriage.

Is she right to be afraid about that,
Mr. Miller?

I think that she asked you
to come down here today

because she's asking you for the love
and support she deserves...

so that she can identify this man
and we can put him away.

I'm so sorry, Ray.
I never wanted to hurt you.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS) It's okay.

It's not your fault.

We wanna do the right thing, Detective.

- Your boys like Chinese?
- Yeah. They're just happy

- to get out these days.
- We'll take 'em to Big Wong's.

Everything in the soup
looks like it belongs there.

- Good night, Detective.
- Good night, Officer.

- Hey, you wanna get a beer?
- Uh, no, thanks.

- Janice.
- JANICE: Yeah.

Listen...

don't let anyone tell you

that I didn't ID myself
to that perp last night, because I did.

No one's saying you didn't, Roy.
You can let that go.

I know what went down out there,
and I am fine with it.

Okay, and if it was a question
of your safety,

I would do the same thing again.

It's your ex-boyfriend, you know,
trying to make it look like I screwed up.

Why don't you just drop it now, okay?

Yeah, well, he better stay off my case
if he wants to stay intact.

- You know what I mean.
- Roy, you're embarrassed

because you made a couple
of mistakes today.

- Don't try to put it on Kelly.
- I put it where it belongs.

Oh, well, in that case,
put it up your ass.

- Hey, Counselor.
- SYLVIA: What do you know, Detective?

What do you think about
this sudden cold front moving through?

- It's January.
- That don't explain inside the building,

how you're acting with me.

How was dinner last night,

- or did you even bother eating?
- What does that mean?

That means I saw you leave
with that prostitute, last night, Andy.

The one who set you up to get shot.

Stupid me. I didn't realize
that was the way to your heart.

It's, uh... could we, uh...

could we walk over here a second?

Just over here.

Listen, you got it wrong
about what happened.

Really? Did you go
to the natural history museum?

No, but we didn't go anywhere
after the restaurant either.

You know, I don't get you.
I thought you liked me.

- I do.
- It's pretty obvious that I liked you,

and it seemed that we were hitting it off,
and yet you would come up

with every lame excuse,
except being abducted by spacemen,

for us not getting together,
but you go off and screw some whore.

I told you I didn't screw her.

Then why else would you go out
with someone like that?

Look, I don't know. I'm... I'm...
I'm not Joyce Brothers, all right?

I don't know exactly why I took her out.

Whatever it was, it's over.
Nothing happened and, uh...

I'm gonna feel lousy if it messes us up.

Don't quit on me now.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

You want me to come over tonight?

(SIGHS) I can't.

I gotta go back to the dentist.

I swallowed my temporary
when we were takin' down this scumbag.

I got a piece of gum stuck in there now.

I'll show you. Here. See?

No, that's all right, Andy.
I believe you. I believe you.

Believe everything I said, all right?

That, uh, likin' part too.

You let me know when you're ready.

- Good night, Andy.
- Yeah.

Good night, Sylvia.

(MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)