All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S01E15 - Steroid Roy.sd-en

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(SIGHS)

(SIREN BLARING)

Morning of the big night, huh, Andy?
Are you ready for me to come over?

(SNIFFS) Listen, uh,

- I got to tell you something.
- Good morning.

Good morning, Lieutenant.
How you doin'?

- ARTHUR: Fine.
- You're not gonna believe this.

I mean,
I... I can hardly believe it myself.

- What, Andy?
- (SIGHS)

Now, I know what you're gonna think,

but the history between us,

- you're gonna think I'm makin' this up.
- Andy what?

Now, an incident
has occurred in my apartment,

and it is definitely

- not fit for visitors tonight.
- I don't believe this.

- No, then, you wanna know what happened?
- No.

- Sylvia.
- Hey... hey, John!

- Hey, good morning.
- I already heard about the fungus

in the fish tank,

about the dangerous linoleum tiles
on the kitchen floor.

You want to know what happened,
yes or no?

What happened?

Well, I have a very bad gas leak.

(PHONE RINGING)

Now, I called the gas people already,

but, Sylvia, there is no way
that I'm gonna feel comfortable

- exposing you to that kind of a danger.
- (SIGHS)

So we're back to square one, huh, Andy?

No, we are definitely
not back to square one.

I... I want you to come over to my place.

I... I told you
that I already turned that corner.

I'm lookin' forward to it.
I'm... I'm a changed man.

I... I have a dangerous leak.

- That's all we're talkin' about here.
- (PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

- You want some advice Andy?
- (ANDY EXHALES DEEPLY)

Get it fixed.

DEE DEE: Mike...

- Robert!
- (SCOFFS)

Mike Roberts around? (SNIFFS)
I gotta see Mike. (SNIFFS)

- DONNA: He's not here.
- Mike!

(PHONE RINGING)

- DEE DEE: Hey, Roberts!
- Excuse me, miss.

DEE DEE: Get your ass out here.

- Dee Dee.
- Yeah.

- Do you remember me, Detective Kelly?
- Oh yeah.

- Sure. I remember you, Detective.
- JOHN: Huh?

- Come here, sweetheart.
- DEE DEE: Detective, you think

- I should call Detective Roberts at home?
- No, this isn't cool.

- Maybe his wife will answer...
- Dee Dee.

- ...or Connie will pick up the phone.
- Dee Dee.

No, listen, listen... (SNIFFLES)

- ...you gotta to me a really big favor.
- What's that?

Mike promised to get some money to me,
but I can't get in touch with him.

- (SNIFFLES) I gotta get my dog to the vet.
- Dee Dee, that's not how this works.

- You know that Mike is out on the field.
- But, if I could borrow 20 dollars,

- I promise I'll... No, listen.
- JOHN: When he comes in,

- I will give him your message, okay?
- No, I... I really gotta get up,

- and I... I don't have any money for it.
- Okay.

When he comes in,
I'm gonna him your message.

- No. No, no, no, that's not good.
- Okay?

You think... you think
I'm only his snitch.

I mean, you think that's what I am.
Well, I'm not,

- right? I'm his round-the-world girl.
- JOHN: I'm gonna restrain you.

- Yeah. I'm his little whore.
- JOHN: Come on, let's go.

- What the hell's goin' on here?
- You got a visitor, okay?

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Oh, hi, Mike.

You know you're not
supposed to be in here.

Yeah. But I haven't seen you
for three days.

Let... let's call Connie. (PANTING)

Yeah, let's... let's call Connie, huh?
Yeah. You know.

- (PANTS)
- (CLICKING)

Hi, Connie.

- No, no!
- ANDY: Hey, hey!

Hey, man, hey! Take it easy.
What's wrong with you?

- DEE DEE: No, wait.
- That's enough!

- DEE DEE: Wait! Wait! Wait!
- I want her out of here, now.

- No, no, no, wait!
- JOHN: She...

- she's leavin'.
- Roberts,

- my office.
- I'm okay, I'm okay.

- Don't blame this on him, okay? Okay?
- ARTHUR: Get her out of here.

Please, Mike! Will I see you later?

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

You need to be within rules
and regulations with her.

Lieutenant, I know how that looked.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)
I know it looked bad out there.

- Did you hear what I said?
- I heard you, Lieutenant.

I'd also like to remind you

that this girl made a big case for us.
Let's not forget that part.

She's been a good informant.

You need to be within rules,
and regulations with her Mike.

Of course I am.
What are you are you kiddin' me?

I mean, junkies... (CHUCKLES)
...what are you gonna do?

You wanna know the honest
to God's truth, Lieutenant?

I think me treating her like a person,
the kid's a little in love with me

'cause of that. You know...

kind of like, uh, maybe she's, uh,
in love with the possibility

of somethin' solid.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- I'm kind of like, uh,

what she aspires to.

- A role model or something like that.
- 'Cause if you're crossing the line,

then it's you who's messin' up.

Yeah, I hear you, Lieutenant.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (PHONE RINGING)

- Hey, I gotta talk to you.
- JANICE: Okay.

- What's going on, Janice?
- Hmm, what goin' on?

Oh yeah? Then how come the duty roster
suddenly got me paired with Sackler?

Because I asked for a new partner.

If it's because you think I blew
that undercover...

- No, it's not the undercover.
- ROY: Then what?

- (PHONE RINGING)
- JANICE: I don't think

you are a safe or reliable partner.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (GASPS)

I can't believe I'm hearing this.

JANICE:
Well, if you wanna hear it straight,

I think you have
a substance abuse problem.

A what?

A substance abuse what?

Is that what your friend
Kelly's sayin' about me?

Okay, Roy, uh,
why don't we just drop this, okay?

- (PHONE RINGING)
- This is not about John Kelly.

And the other thing I said, uh,
maybe I'm wrong.

I've got no way of knowing.

All I know is that, uh,
I'd feel more comfortable

partnering with somebody else.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (INHALES DEEPLY) I guess

I can't argue with that.

- No hard feelings.
- ROY: No.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Look... (CLEARS THROAT)

...since we're not gonna partner...
(INHALES DEEPLY)

...that clears the way
for us to get together socially.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

You really don't get this, do you Roy?

- (PHONE RINGING)
- JANICE: Uh...

listen to what I'm saying.

I don't want to have
anything to do with you.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hi, Laura.
- Hey.

- JOHN: Hey.
- Hey, John.

- How's it going?
- Good. Could you do me a favor?

- Sure.
- On the Garcia homicide,

could you get more statements
from the neighbors

about the relationship
between the husband and wife?

- (PHONE RINGING)
- I thought I put three of Mina.

You did.

Well, Laura you got three statements
documenting spousal abuse.

The woman calls and confesses

that she stabbed her husband
after he beat her.

What do you need more statements for?

Johnny something just
doesn't feel right about this case.

The woman's lawyer's ready to plead it
at manslaughter two right now.

Off the history,
that's the worst she'd do at trial.

I just think that there's something
we're missing here.

And I don't agree.

- And after the indictment...
- (PHONE RINGING)

...before the trial, I will go back
and re-interview,

like I always do on every case.

I don't think there'll be a trial.
I think there'll be a deal.

Well, then tell your boss
you don't want to deal.

- You wanna go to bet.
- I think he'll deal anyway.

Okay, so because you won't
stand-up to your boss,

I have to go back re-interview
before a grand jury,

for a woman who admits
she stabbed her husband,

with a butcher's knife.

And three neighbors say
he chronically beat her?

- Yeah. That's what I'm asking...
- Are you asking me or tellin' me?

I said I was asking you.
What are you trying to turn this into?

Okay, gentlemen, could we put
a hold on everything, please,

and get some more supplemental statements
on the Garcia homicide,

so that the district attorney...
(INHALES DEEPLY)

...can feel more comfortable
presenting her case? Satisfied?

Thanks for being such a prick Johnny.

- Son of a bitch.
- Sweetie if I had a buck for every time

a cop tried to get over
on me like that I'd be rich.

He's just testing you,
it's nothing personal.

Believe me, that was nothing but personal.

Well, whatever it was,
you stood your ground.

He felt threatened
And acted like an asshole.

- What else is new?
- (CHUCKLES)

Not a thing.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- JOHN: Yeah Mrs. Dupree,

- uh, we'd like to come by...
- (PHONE RINGING)

...and ask you
some more questions if we could.

- ANDY: Yes...
- JOHN: Tomorrow morning?

- Can I send the detectives by?
- No, Mr. Fuentes.

- JOHN: Thank you.
- We wanna talk to both of you.

Well, when will she be off?

Tomorrow morning?
Okay, we'll be over there before noon.

- Thank you, sir.
- ARTHUR: Kelly, you're up.

- Apparent suicide.
- Two-man job Lieutenant?

Yeah. Go ahead.

- Medavoy.
- (PHONE RINGING)

ANDY: We got an apparent urgent suicide.

We're going to have to kiss
these Garcia calls over to you, okay?

(SIGHS) Delighted.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- ANDY: This the only door?

There's no forced entry?

- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- ANDY: Hey, guys.
- I'll know better once I open her up, but,

- ANDY: I'll call it four or five-hours.
- Oh, man.

- You know who this is, don't you?
- Uh-huh.

- Robert's snitch.
- JOHN: Yeah.

MALE VOICE: All the time,
I get complaint all the time.

Nothing but trouble.

I get complaint.
Water leaking from the ceiling.

Who pays for this?
I come up, I bang on the door,

um, banging, banging, no answer!

ANDY: Hey, bang-bang,
you wanna wait outside

- till we're ready to talk to you?
- Why her boyfriend don't tell me?

- Water come through the ceiling!
- What boyfriend?

- MALE VOICE: Cop guy like you.
- Cop guy, huh?

- Cop guy? Cop guy in a uniform?
- No, like you.

(DOG WHIMPERING)

- Wonder who that would be.
- Why would the boyfriend know

about the water coming
through the ceiling?

He was here, believe me.
I see him leave.

A half hour later, water complaint.
Cop guy got a name?

- Mike. Mike, uh...
- (DOG BARKING, WHIMPERING)

...I don't know his last name.

Once they're fighting, I ask for quiet.
He show me his badge.

JOHN: They fight a lot?

MALE VOICE: Few hours before
they... I hear them fight.

Today, we're talking about.

Yes. Today! First he go, then he come.

Then I see him leave again,
half hour later...

Yeah I know.
The water's comin' down

- through the ceiling, right?
- MALE VOICE: Yeah.

- (DOG BARKING)
- ANDY: Listen, you...

- All right, all right, take it easy, man.
- MALE VOICE: Shut up! You go to pound.

- (DOG WHIMPERING)
- No, that dog's not goin' to a pound.

- They'll just put it down.
- Down, up. No dog allowed.

I tell her 20 times.

All right, fine. I'll take the damn dog.
That dog's not goin' to a pound.

- You got your green card?
- You want to see?

No. Get outta of here. Take off.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- MALE VOICE: (SCOFFS) This is crazy!

Come on.

MALE VOICE:
What that has to do with my green card?

- This is ridiculous. Nobody...
- We better go talk to Roberts.

Yeah. Let's tell Mike
like he doesn't already know.

(DOG PANTS)

Poor kid. I tried to straighten her out.
I mean, I really tried.

I even prayed for her.
Can you believe it?

Talk about last night.

I saw her a lot. You know...
(SIGHS) ...maybe too much.

Maybe I even loved her a little
Even, you know, like um...

taking care of her and everything
and, uh, making sure she was safe.

You know, that kind of love.
You know what I mean?

Last night, Mike.

MIKE: What about last night, John,
she died last night.

When'd you see her last?

Yesterday I saw her, with you guys.
You guys saw me see her.

You didn't see her after that?

What are we, gonna go bare-knuckles here?

What do you want me to say?

Start with the truth.

The super says he saw you
leaving her apartment a half hour

before the water started comin'
through the ceiling.

Let me ask you a question Andy.
What question did you guys just ask me?

What was the specific question
that John just asked me?

I asked you when the last time
you saw her was?

And I told you the last time
that I saw her alive, right?

When I saw her after that,
she was lying' dead in the bathtub.

Why didn't you call it in then, Mike?

Hmm?

Because I had a couple
of changes of clothes,

and some shavin' stuff in the apartment.

- Where's the stuff now?
- (PHONE RINGING)

It's in my locker, John.

Couple of shirts and some shavin' stuff.

Come on. Let's go.

- Come on, mike.
- JOHN: We'll take a look.

Oh, beautiful. Beautiful.

Great. That's beautiful.

Let's embarrass me
in front of the whole department.

- That's great. Beautiful.
- No body's gonna embarrass you.

- MIKE: Yeah.
- JOHN: Right.

- (CLEARS THROAT)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- What's it look like?
- I don't know yet.

- Did Roberts deny the super's story?
- He says he was there after she was dead.

But so far he says that's the only time
he says he was there.

- You believe that?
- He says he was pickin' up

his personal effects.
We're goin' over those now.

What about the super saying
Roberts was there earlier?

- He and the girl had a fight?
- We're gonna working on that in a minute.

- John, this guy gets zero rhythm. Zero.
- (PHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIREN BLARING)

Razor, shirts...

a couple pictures.

Which would kind of be ballpark
what I told you, right, guys?

- You were only there once.
- That's right.

Super says you were there twice, Mike.
Says he heard fighting.

Hey, let's break that down, John.
The super says I was there twice,

he's a liar. He says he heard fightin'.
Maybe he did.

Dee Dee had a lot of scumbag friends,
which if you guys remember

that's the reason
we got her workin' for us.

See, now, we're gettin'
some different stories.

You say that you were not there

before you went over
to pick up your stuff, right?

That's correct. That's the second time
I've said that to you Andy.

You altered a crime scene,
and you admit lyin' about it.

Hey, John, don't talk to me
like some street skill here, huh?

You guys want to screw me for this,
you go right ahead.

I'm done talkin' to you.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- Yes?
- GREG: Mrs. Fuentes?

- MRS. FUENTES: Well, yes.
- Yeah.

I'm detective Medavoy, uh,
and this is Detective Martinez.

Uh, I believe your husband spoke
with, uh, Detective Kelly yesterday.

Oh, yes. Please, come in.

(SIREN BLARING)

Uh, is your husband at home?

Uh, sí. Momentito, por favor.

Jorge, los señores aquí para verte.

- Los señores.
- Hey, good morning.

- GREG: Mornin'.
- Hey.

You like a cup of coffee? Can I...

No... no thanks, Mr. Fuentes.
Uh, we just to, uh, go over

what you, uh, told, uh,
the detectives the other day.

I told those guys everything I know.

- Right, uh, you were home alone.
- That's right.

Uh, my wife works in the afternoons.

- I work at night.
- GREG: Uh-huh.

I'm a cook.

And uh, it... it says here that, uh,
while you were at home, uh,

you could hear Mr. and Mrs. Garcia
arguing all day.

Uh, then there was a scream,

uh, you ran into the hallway,

and... and Mr. Garcia
came out of his apartment

with the... the knife still stuck in him,

collapsed in your arms, and...
and died before The ambulance arrived.

- Exactly.
- And you heard Mrs. Garcia

say she stabbed her husband?

- Yeah, that's correct.
- And you weren't home?

I was at work.

Mm-hmm.
Were you friends with Mrs. Garcia?

We didn't socialize with them.
We keep to ourselves.

What's the problem, Detectives?

Why you askin' us these questions again?

Uh, we want to make sure
everybody's statements are accurate,

- that's all.
- Because everybody knows she stabbed him.

He beat her for years,
she took her revenge.

They're gonna lock her up
a long time for that, huh?

- Well, that's gonna be up to a jury, sir.
- But she's behind bars.

She's not getting out, right?

What kind of bail?

That's gonna be up to the judge, sir.

See a woman like that,
out of control, she's a danger.

Like the woman who cutoff
her husband's dick.

I mean, these are the people
they should lockup,

and throw away the key, right?

Okay, uh, that should do it for now.

Thank you for your time, Mr. Fuentes.

- Sure.
- Mrs. Fuentes, Gracias.

De nada.

Uh, will you let us know if,
uh, she gets out on bail?

Uh, notify us somehow or another?

Oh, uh, yeah, sure.

We could... we could do that if you...

- if you want.
- Yeah, sure.

- Uh, anyway, thanks for your cooperation.
- Sure.

(INDISTINCT)

JAMES: Yeah, all right.

- ANDY: A yeast infection...
- (PHONE RINGING)

ANDY: ...how much is that gonna cost?

Oh, man, I had six bullets in me,
I spent a month in the hospital,

it didn't even cost me as much.

How old is this dog, anyway?

So you think
he's gonna live for a while?

All right, yeah. okay.

Listen, uh, is... is there any chance
this could be a... a special dog?

Maybe a purebred or anything?
No, it wouldn't, huh? It wouldn't.

All right, well, uh,

you got my visa go ahead,
and treat the dog, yeah.

- How we doing on those supplementals?
- GREG: Okay.

Listen, I'm sorry I hung you with that.
You know.

Uh, no. Forget about it.

Uh, actually, uh,
this... this one witness, uh, Fuentes,

we... we both felt that
he had more to say. You know, like,

uh, like he was embarrassed
in front of his wife

or somethin', huh? (CHUCKLES)

Anyway, uh... uh, Martinez is, uh,

- callin' him up.
- JOHN: Wait a minute.

Fuentes, I interviewed the guy.
He seemed okay to me.

Yeah? Well, it's probably nothin'.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Well, let me know, okay?

Yeah. Sure.

Mr. Fuentes, it's Detective Martinez.

Listen, my partner and I got
the impression while we were

at your apartment that, uh,
maybe something was bothering ya'?

Maybe you felt uncomfortable
talking about it right then?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

We thought, you know, you might
wanna come in and talk like private,

you know. Man-to-man?

Okay, good.

Uh, you work nights, right?

Well, how about tomorrow morning?

Great.

All right, just ask
for Detective Martinez or Medavoy.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Beautiful.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Well, he's comin' in.

You think Roberts offed her?

(SNIFFS) He's an asshole.
We know that much already.

Whether he's an asshole
who committed a murder.

We'll get the toxicology, we'll find out.

Big night tonight, huh?
Sylvia coming over?

(SCOFFS) Man, you're not gonna
believe what happened there, John.

I gotta tell you about that.

What are you laughin' about?

Another problem with your apartment?

You see, that's an attitude
I don't appreciate.

As it turns out, yeah, I got an...
I... I do have a problem at my apartment.

- I got a bad gas leak.
- I didn't say anything Andy.

No, but what's that... what's that

- goofy grin for here?
- (CHUCKLES)

Huh? Well, you think
I'd destroy my own gas installation?

Don't worry. It's gonna get repaired.

It may take a few days,

but, uh, you know
the way things are with utilities.

I, uh... The point is... is that I'm...
I'm ready for her to come over.

Good. I'm glad to hear it.

Good for you.

Right. If it ain't the amazing Hulk.

Detective, I owe you an apology.

I, uh, I shouldn't have gotten
in your face like that the other day.

- I was out of line.
- No problem.

- Bygones be bygones.
- Yeah.

Also, I was thinkin' that maybe
you'd put in a good word for me

with Janice Licalsi?
'Cause if she knows you and me are cool,

she might let me up.

See, she's put in to ride
with someone else.

I... I think you need to talk
to her about that.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- Mm-hmm.

Okay. No problem.

You know, Kelly, you give me
20 minutes a day,

I can get you tightened up
inside a month.

I think I'm tight enough, Roy. Thanks.

'Cause your pectorals are okay now,
but if you don't work 'em in five years,

maybe less,
they'll be hangin' around your knees

- like an old wet nurse.
- Yeah that train's movin'

on that track, John. (SIGHS)

What are you, Kelly, mid 30s?
No reason for it.

- Doesn't have to be that way.
- Hmm.

- Thanks for the advice.
- Hey, it's not advice, it's facts.

As you get older,
everything gets hairier, wider,

and closer to the ground.

It doesn't have to be that way.

A few leg lifts, some other techniques,
you could avoid being followed around

- by an ass that's an embarrassment.
- Mm-hmm.

(ANDY SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

Let me work on him, Roy, huh?

See if i can get him to come
to his senses, I mean, it's true.

Our bodies are our temples.

- (SNIFFS)
- (PHONE RINGING)

What will it take before somebody drops
a gorilla net over this guy?

- This guy's on something isn't he?
- My vote is speed.

Hey, Kelly! You want to sit on a butt
like cottage cheese, be my guest.

Meanwhile, I'll be sittin' on this.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Got to admit, Lieutenant,
guy's got a hell of a muscular ass.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Detectives,
that's Dee Dee Santini's mother.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Sorry for your loss, Mrs. Santini.
- My name is McBride.

My daughter's name was Santini.
because when she was 16,

she married a worthless punk
from the neighborhood

who happened to be named Santini.

- This is my Dolores...
- (PHONE RINGING)

...and she'll always be McBride to me.

Let's sit down.

- Come on, sit down.
- (PHONE RINGING)

- What can we do for you, ma'am?
- I want to show you some things.

- This is her high school graduation.
- (PHONE RINGING)

She did excellent in school.
All the sisters said.

- Got good grades...
- (PHONE RINGING)

...was in every club.

She was quitting the drugs, you know.
She promised our priest.

What else you got there? Is that a diary?

Do either of you have children?

Yeah. I got a boy.

- Are you close to him, Detective?
- (PHONE RINGING)

Not at the present time.

But if something happened to him
that wasn't right, you would know.

You know that about your kids.

- Yeah I guess you do.
- I knew.

Even before I read this,
I knew that she was involved

with someone who was hurting her,
some married bastard.

She tried 20 times
to split up with him, but...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

...she was weak because of the drugs.

This time she promised Father Kelleher,
and he was helping her.

She was ready this time,

- and this bastard took her chance away.
- Could we see this?

MRS. MCBRIDE: Here read this.

Says right here, "Mike says
if I leave him, he'll kill me.

"He says if I'm going
to call his wife again,

"he's going to kill me."

She read to me from this.

She gave this to me.

Look. Listen.

"I am definitely going to quit drugs.

"I am definitely going to change my life
with Father Kelleher's help."

I'm tellin' you,
this son of a bitch killed her.

This Mike, whoever the hell he is.

I begged her to tell me, but she refused.
His last name's not in that book.

This is gonna be very helpful.

This was not a suicide.

This girl was murdered.

Did you read how she
was gonna quit drugs?

Uh, thank you for giving us
her diary, ma'am.

Oh, do you have any leads?

Yeah, we're working
on a couple of things.

You find this Mike.
He murdered my little girl.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (SIREN BLARING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- You wanted to see me, sir?
- Yeah, sit-down.

I, uh, I want you to go over
to health services,

and take a drug test, Officer.

A drug test?

- What for?
- WALLENBECK: For a cause, uh,

Lieutenant Fancy's brought some facts
to my attention that I think warrant it.

- I don't get this, Captain.
- You have a problem taking the test?

No, sir, absolutely not.
I got nothing to hide.

I would like to know
who's spreadin' rumors about me.

No one's spreading rumors, Officer.

Health services
is expecting you this morning.

As long as you got nothin' to hide,
you got nothin' to worry about.

- Right?
- Yes, sir.

You know where you're going? LeFrak City.

Yeah, I know where I'm goin'.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Hey, Janice.

You and your boyfriend
really think you got me good, don't you?

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

Well, I got a hot flash for ya', Janice.
You don't got dick.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I am gonna ace that drug test, all right?

I'm going to take the results,

and shove 'em
up your chicken-hearted boyfriend's ass.

What did that woman want?

- That was Dee Dee's mother.
- Yeah, we know.

Look, uh, let's talk
in the interview room, all right?

I hope you're not payin' attention
to what that woman says.

I mean, according to that woman,

Dee Dee still had her cherry.
I mean, a stone-junkie.

I mean, she still thought her
daughter was runnin' around

with a convent school uniform on.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Come on.

You know... you know, I wish you guys

wouldn't leave
those messages for me at my house.

- You got Connie worried now too.
- JOHN: Four to 12 Mike.

We were trying to reach you this morning.

Oh, so what are you gonna do?
More rub Mike's nose in it?

How could Mike Roberts mess up
on procedure this bad?

- "Procedure," Mike?
- Or I got over involved with a snitch.

However you wanna say
it is not a hanging offense, is it, guys?

Hey, do I need a PBA rep or a lawyer?

'Cause I thought seven years
working together

counted for somethin',
but evidently it doesn't.

You're in the girl's diary, Mike,
threatening to take her life.

Saying you'd kill her
if she calls your wife,

which we heard her threaten to do.

JOHN: Tell us exactly what happened
between you two before she died.

So what are you sayin',
you guys think I killed her?

She puts somethin' in a diary,
and you take that above my word?

Everything that happened
that day, Roberts. Now.

- I told you what happened.
- (LIGHTER CLICKING)

The super says

- you were there twice, Mike.
- Oh, come on, John! "The super says,"

the snitch says in her book.

What about what Roberts says, huh?

All right.

I was there before she died, okay? Okay?

And I brought her something.

And I mean, I was desperate
to break it off with this girl

because she was...
I mean, you saw how she was.

What happened Roberts? Now!

- (SIREN BLARING)
- I brought her a bag of quinine.

I brought her a beat bag.

You know, looks like dope,
tastes like dope.

She's not going to know it's not dope
unless and un... until after I leave.

But see, I needed to talk to her.

I needed to tell her
how things were gonna be.

And she wasn't gonna listen
to me unless I did that.

Unless I gave her somethin'.

So I gave her the stuff.

Told her we were done.

She freaks out, this and that.

I'm gonna do myself in.

Which, believe me, believe me guys.

For her, that was like
going to the crapper.

That's how many times
she threatened to do that.

And that's it.

I broke it off with her, and I left.

Why'd you go back, Mike?

'Cause I was worried about her.

'Cause exactly what I was afraid
of actually happened.

I get there.

She's dead.

The little dog is there.

I used to go over there
on Sundays, you know.

Bring the paper.

Coffee.

- (SOBS)
- (MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

I used to bring a bag
of bear claws. (SOBS)

That little dog used to beg
in front of me for them bear claws.

I loved that little dog. (SOBS)

I loved that little dog.

(MIKE SOBBING)

Hablamos en español?

I'm okay, speaking this way we are.

Mr. Fuentes, uh, when we came
to see you yesterday...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

...you seemed a little nervous about,
uh, Mrs. Garcia making her bail.

Now, uh, you told us
that you and your wife

don't know her very well,
that you, uh, keep to yourselves.

so, uh, we're tryna figure out, uh,
what are you concerned about.

You know her a little better
than you said, Mr. Fuentes?

I wanna tell ya' everything,

but whatever I tell you cannot use it
to incriminate me.

Mr. Fuentes, I gotta ask you somethin'.

Do you want to have a lawyer here
before you say anything?

No... no lawyer.
I didn't do nothin' wrong.

Why don't you tell us what's
on your mind, Mr. Fuentes.

(JORGE SIGHING)

I had relations with Mrs. Garcia.

What kind of relations?

You know, intimate.

Virile.

I couldn't help it.

She fell in love with me.

Her husband, you know,
he worked all day long.

He'd come home at night, drink, beat her.

You know, she's got needs.

You were home during the day
because you work at night.

My wife's a good woman. I love her.

But Luisa Garcia, Está bien caliente.

It was a passionate affair.

I knew it was wrong,
but what am I supposed to do?

Sometimes she would say to me,
that she's gonna kill her husband,

and I should kill my wife,
so we can live together forever.

(EXHALES DEEPLY) I... I just let it go.
I... I thought it was talk.

The next thing you know, Lo mató.

Mr. Garcia is dead.
She did it! Son of a bitch!

But I'm still thinking that she did it
because... because he was beating her.

This is when I talked
to your first detective.

- Detective Kelly.
- Yeah, yeah.

(SIGHS) Then... then she gives me a call.

Three days ago.

She calls me from prison, right?

"I did my part," she says.

"Now you're gonna do yours."

This is what she tells me.

That's why I was upset when you came over.

Now, I... I finally realize
that she's crazy.

She says that she murdered him,
so we can live together forever.

And your wife knows nothing about this?

I confessed right after you called.
She knows I'm here.

You did the right thing, Mr. Fuentes.

I had to.
What about if she gets off on bail?

She's angry with me.
The next thing you know... (EXCLAIMS)

- ANDY: Yeah.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY) ME's office says
"Devlin's on his way over."

- What did he get off toxicology?
- They didn't say.

GREG: Hey, Lieutenant.

Have a seat, Mr. Fuentes.

That, uh, that witness, Fuentes
in the Garcia homicide...

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, he gave it up

that him and Mrs. Garcia
were havin' an affair.

- That... that's why she did the murder.
- I don't understand how I missed that.

GREG: You didn't... you didn't. No.
After your interview,

the woman calls him from prison,
says that, uh, she did, uh, her part.

Now, he's got to do his.

- So that takes it up to murder.
- Yeah, looks like.

- You give it to the DA?
- Uh, Ma... Martinez is makin' a call.

- Way to go, Greg.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- JAMES: This is Detective Martinez,

calling in reference
to the, uh, Garcia case.

- JOHN: Laura was right, Andy.
- Uh-huh.

And boy, are my shoes
about to be squeezed.

- ANDY: Big time.
- Here you go, Detective. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

The vet said to limit her exercise

And give her this medication.

ANDY: Yeah, uh, thanks
for pickin' her up.

(SIGHS) It was expensive, huh?

- Uh, yeah.
- What's she got, anyway?

She's, uh, afflicted with a complaint.

- (DOG WHIMPERING)
- You know, female dog type thing.

- Oh.
- You guys wanna tell me

what the full court press
on Santini was about.

You know, they got mail service now.

What'd you get off toxicology?

Nothin' I didn't find in prelim.
This girl was a suicide.

She had trace amounts
of narcotics in her system.

Not enough to stupefy
someone who didn't use,

Let alone a junkie
with lion traps like she had.

So if she wasn't loaded, she must've
pulled the bag over her head herself.

Otherwise we'd have found
signs of struggle.

Some kind of resistance.

- Is that the mutt from her apartment?
- Yeah.

Yeah. She's as much of a mess
as that girl was. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, you ain't exactly
Clark Gable yourself, pal!

- Hey, John.
- (PHONE RINGING)

What'd the ME say?

- Suicide, Mike.
- (SIREN BLARING)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Told you I was clean on this, right?

- Yeah, you did.
- That's right. I did.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Yeah, squeaky clean, Roberts.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

Hey.

- Congratulations on the Garcia homicide.
- Thanks.

Yeah, I... I was flat wrong about that.

Yeah, well, I didn't have my crystal ball.

Hmm, you followed your instinct.
You were dead right.

Yeah. Well, I'm glad it worked out.

Nice job.

Thank you.

- Think that gets you out of the woods?
- Oh, yeah, I'm romping in the fields now.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey.

ARTHUR: This won't take long, Roberts.

The ME's finding was suicide,
right, Lieutenant?

I mean, they didn't have any doubts.

I read the report on the Santini case.

I talked with Sipowicz and Kelly.

I also read her diary.

That's pretty sad reading, Lieutenant.

As you can see, I never actually gave her
any drugs, right?

What I read in that diary made me sick.

Lieutenant, let's remember
she was a junkie, huh?

I mean, it's not exactly like
you can take their word for it.

You took control of a weak,
suffering, dependent person.

You beat her.

- You made sexual use of her, didn't ya'?
- But I didn't kill her, Lieutenant.

I didn't kill her.

Which is what I understood
this inquiry to be all about, right?

(PHONE RINGING)

I mean, you don't see anything criminal
comin' out of this, do you?

You're puttin' in for retirement today.

Lieutenant, I need three years
for full vesting.

Today! I don't care
what you lose in vesting.

I don't care what you lose in benefits.

But I won't have you in this precinct,
and I won't pass you on.

You fight me on this,
I'll turn the whole package over to IAD.

With a recommendation to dismiss.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PHONE RINGING)

I'm gone. Fancy iced me.

Told me he'd smear me if I fought him.

I'm sorry, Mike.

MIKE: I get hurt in vesting. (SIGHS)
At least I'll get partial pension.

Maybe it's for the best.

(PHONE RINGING)

Wife's comin' up. (SIGHS)

I got the middle daughter
in a ballet recital.

You know, there used to come a time,
uh, if I went to this recital,

I'd have myself paged,
find an excuse to go over to Dee Dee's.

Now I get a chance to watch the whole
Dance of the Enchanted Field Mice.

- Whatever the hell it is.
- (SIREN BLARING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You wanted to see me, Captain?
You get those test results back?

Close the door, Larson.

Let me have your gun and your shield.

What for?

Your test results came back
with multiple positives.

- Anabolic steroids...
- Hold it.

Now, steroids are not
on the banned substances list.

Methamphetamines are.

There's no way
I could have tested positive for meth.

That's gotta be wrong.

Testing's a lot more sophisticated
than it used to be Larson.

You can't cover your tracks
with a little pseudoephedrine anymore.

You're terminated
as of 2400 hours tomorrow.

You should report to one police plaza
for out-processing in the morning.

Your gun and your shield.

(SIGHS) This is a set up.

If you think that
I'm gonna sit still for this...

you are crazy.

I'm gonna get a lawyer...

and I'm gonna sue your asses.

You have two guns listed on your ten card.

Give the other one to the sergeant
before leave the building.

You people haven't heard the last of this.

(DOOR CLOSING)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- Good night.

Good night.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

JOHN: You okay?

John, I realize sometimes.

There's an adversarial relationship
between DAs and detectives.

I accept that,
I'm ready to deal with that.

(INHALES DEEPLY) But when
I asked you to do the supplementals,

- you turned it into something personal.
- JOHN: I did.

- And I was way outta line.
- It got like old times.

- I'm not going to let that happen.
- We shouldn't Laurie.

I mean, I thought it was okay
we were working together.

- I thought it was working...
- Laurie, it's working out great, okay?

I mean, just seein' you around here.

Taking an interest in people,
doing your job, you know.

I mean, it's great seein' ya'.

Seeing you smile.

(CHUCKLES) Are you flirting with me?

No, I was, uh...

- I, uh... Can I get back to you on that?
- (CHUCKLES)

- Good night, guys.
- Good night.

Good night, Lieutenant.

- Hey, Laura.
- LAURA: Hey, Andy.

ANDY: Hey, John. Listen, uh,

I got that gas problem fixed
in my apartment.

- I'm having a visitor over later.
- Have a great time.

Oh, yeah.

Andy, that's a pretty
interesting looking dog you got there.

ANDY: Yeah she's in the middle
of some antibiotic treatments,

and it dulls their coat.

- Good night fellas.
- Good night, Sergeant.

- ROY: Hey, Kelly!
- Hi.

- What do you want?
- You're a real bushwhack artist,

- aren't you, Kelly?
- JOHN: What are you talking about?

I'm talkin' about, you're not man enough
to go one on one.

You got to hide underneath
your lieutenant's skirts,

- tellin' everybody I got a drug problem.
- Hey, we both know,

- you brought this on yourself.
- ROY: How about you cost me my job,

- you prick.
- Hey, Roy, my advice would be

you take this outside
the station house, okay?

You go outside, you get whatever
it is off your chest.

That'd be a better idea
than what you're doin' here.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm gonna kick his ass,
then I'm gonna kick your ass.

Hey, if we go, then we're gonna go.

- (GRUNTS)
- (GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (ROY GROANING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Took a hell of a fall there, Roy.

Floor can be pretty slippery
this time of year.

Come on, Pup.

Okay, people, come on. Party's over.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(CLEARS THROAT) Hi.

Come on in.

Have any trouble findin' the place?

- No, no trouble.
- Good.

- So, uh, we're off to a good start here.
- Yep. (SNIFFS)

No last-minute gas leaks.

No. No, the, uh, the repair people
gave the place a clean bill of health.

Mm-hmm.

You, uh, you want somethin' to drink?
All I got is soda.

- Sure. Soda's good.
- Yeah.

You got a closet?

Yeah, uh... Oh, here.
Let me get that for you. I got it.

- Okay. (CHUCKLES)
- Oh, sorry. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, good.

(SIGHS)

Oh, wow.

- The aquarium, it's very pretty Andy.
- (CUTLERY CLATTERING)

- Yeah, uh, the coral's new.
- Oh yeah?

(LIQUID SLOSHING)

This is my kitchen here.

(SIGHS) Would you like
a snack of some sort?

- SYLVIA: No. No, thanks.
- Some cold... (MUMBLES) ...preference.

- (SIREN BLARING)
- (CHUCKLES)

Andy, look, I know
this is a little awkward.

Yeah, I'm, uh, I'm sweating up
a... a storm here.

- (SYLVIA CHUCKLES)
- I feel like I'm eatin' a six-course meal.

- (BOTH CHUCKLE)
- (DOG BARKING)

- (SIGHS) Uh, mind if I let the dog out?
- (DOG WHIMPERING)

SYLVIA: No.

Okay, pup, here we go.

- (ANDY CHUCKLING)
- Aw, hi, Lulu.

Oh.

I still have to grind
up her medicine, put it in her food,

but she's 60 percent improved
that, uh, problem with her faddigus.

- Excuse me?
- (PANTS)

Uh, the dog's faddigus is better now.
You know, that problem she had.

Was that a euphemism of some kind?

Oh, boy here we go with the Latin.
(SIGHS) You know,

the faddigus. It's like the, uh,
the female private parts.

Boy, I... I'll tell you,
I'm sweating up a storm here.

You're just a little nervous.

I'll come clean with you Sylvia.

I haven't had sex sober in about 20 years.

You're not gonna scare me off Andy.

I know what you were like.

And I know what you're like now.

And I think you're a good man.

And in your own way...

very charming.

So you wanna hit the sack?

(CHUCKLES)

I'd like it if you kissed me.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm gettin' a new bed cover.

I've got it on order.

- You want to fold that up, or...
- Shh.

(ANDY EXHALES DEEPLY)

You realize that...

if I don't hold up my end, so to speak,

- I may have to kill you.
- (SYLVIA CHUCKLES)

Somehow it doesn't feel like
it's gonna be a problem.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONCLUDES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES)