All language subtitles for NYPD Blue - S02E05 - Simone Says.sd-en

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- BOBBY: Morning.
- ANDY: How's it going?

Andy Sipowicz.

Oh, Andy. Bobby Simone. Good to meet you.

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (ZIPPER ZIPPING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- FANCY: Good morning, Donna.
- DONNA: Good morning, Lieutenant.

Hey, Lieu. Lieutenant.

- Morning, Andy.
- It's no good. It's not going to work out.

- FANCY: What isn't?
- ANDY: Yeah, I just met this new guy.

- Um, Simone?
- Yeah, that's not going to work out.

- What happened?
- (SCOFFS) Oh, don't get me started.

I mean, uh, his attitude is all wrong.

"How you doing?" This type of thing.

- He asked you how you were doing?
- Yeah.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- Yeah. Fancy.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Where?

All right.

We got a homicide.

Look, Andy, you're senior in the squad.

I want him with you at least
until he learns the precinct.

I need glasses and everything else.

Yeah, I'm here to see Adrienne Lesniak.

And your name is?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

JIMMY: Hey.

LESNIAK: (SIGHS) Jimmy.

What? (CHUCKLES)
It's not like you give me a choice.

Not here, please.

JIMMY: Oh, then where?
Can't talk to you outside work

'cause I don't know
where you're staying anymore.

I can't call here,

because you tell that bitch
at the desk not to put me through.

Where am I supposed to talk to you?

LESNIAK: We have nothing left
to talk about.

What are you looking at?

FANCY: Thanks a lot. Appreciate it.

You don't know
how much I love you, Adie.

You don't know what I'd do for you.

- You're drunk.
- Sit down!

Get up and get the hell away from her!

No. You back off.

I'm holding a .38,
and it's pointed straight at her guts.

- Jimmy.
- You want to keep this private?

Come on. I'll keep it private. Let's go.

We got a hostage situation here.

- (GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS)

- (GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Hey! Hey! Hey!

(ALL GRUNT)

(GROANS)

(ALL GROAN)

He's from the 27, Lieutenant.
He's on the job.

- FANCY: He's under arrest.
- BOBBY: Get up.

Donna, get a DA down here!

- Take him to one.
- You happy?

- Look what you did to me now, Adie!
- FANCY: Shut up!

- JIMMY: Is this what you wanted?
- You're Simone?

- JIMMY: You like seeing me like this?
- How you doing there, Lieutenant?

Okay, I got this.
Get to your homicide at 13th and Third.

- You hurt?
- I'll live.

Come on. Ride with me. (GROANS)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

BOBBY: Lesniak and Abruzzo were going out?

- Yeah, they were in the 27.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

She broke up with him, got transferred,
he went half wacky.

Looks to me like he made the whole trip.

ANDY: Yeah. What was your last assignment?

Intelligence.
I drove for the Commissioner.

You one of those guys
that got grade promotions?

- Yeah.
- That was nice.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIREN BLARING)

- Where we at?
- We're right over here.

- Anybody check or ID?
- No. We waited for you guys.

You want me to get started on the canvass?

Yeah, you should have one of the uniforms
run the plates on these parked cars.

JAMES: You got it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIRENS BLARING)

ANDY: There's three in the chest.
You see any more hits?

"Raymond Alphonse Martarano Junior."
Has a Bensonhurst address.

- This the wise guy's son?
- Or someone too stupid to change his name.

Hey, Greg, find out if, uh,
the ME's responded.

And let Fancy know
we got a mobbed-up stiff.

Hey, we, uh,
we got a bullet shell right over here.

- I got it.
- ANDY: All right.

Come on. Guys, move everybody back
away from the crime scene.

You know what,
I need some cones right here.

That man's a super over there.

He said the victim knew
one of the tenants.

- Mr. Goldman, Detective Sipowicz.
- Uh, yeah, hi.

- You knew this man?
- Yeah, Mr. Big Shot Ray Martarano Junior?

I mean, he'd tell the lamppost
who he was if nobody was around.

- Who'd he know in this building?
- Two-C, uh, Miss Anderson.

ANDY: You know
where I can get in touch with her?

Uh, she's a model. I'm suppose to call
her agency number for emergencies.

- ANDY: I'll need that.
- GOLDMAN: It's 246...

(SOBS) Help me! Help me! Help me,
my mother's been shot!

Where's your mother? All right, look out.

FEMALE VOICE: Excuse me,
let us through, please.

(SOBS) I was in the grocery store.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MALE VOICE: Stop, please step back, sir.
Please move back.

- (SIRENS BLARING)
- (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

She's dead, isn't she?

Yeah, I'm afraid she is.

She was in her own apartment.

- She was at her own window.
- Why don't you sit down, okay?

FEMALE VOICE: (SOBS) That's my mother.

- (CRIES)
- I know. I'm sorry.

OFFICER: All right, folks, that's it.
Party's over.

I think it was a stray from the street.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

- Hey, how you feeling?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Upset.

Well, IAB just took him to Bellevue
on a 72-hour evaluation.

He's a collar, right?

Yeah, I've alerted the DA and corrections.

So, if he goes into the system,
we're gonna be notified.

You want to put in a 28, Adrienne,
try it again tomorrow?

No, I thought to try today.

Okay, but pay attention
to how you're feeling.

- Okay. Thanks.
- (ANDY CLEARS THROAT)

Hey. I heard there was a second DOA.

Yeah, an 82-year-old woman
sitting at her window.

World's coming up here
'cause it was Martarano's son.

- Organized crime, Intelligence.
- Oh, now I know the case will clear.

- Anything off canvass?
- ANDY: No witnesses.

He was banging some model
who lived at the building.

Simone's finding out
where we can pick her up.

How's that going?

Did you know he drove
for the Commissioner?

I saw that, it was his last detail.

Takes me 22 years to make second grade.

This guy gets there
shooing away squeegee bums.

BOBBY: All right, just...
just hold on for a sec, all right?

Andy, modeling agency told me
where she was working.

- Could you just give me half a minute?
- ANDY: Yeah.

BOBBY: Hey, you still there?

- ANDY: What's going on?
- Just seeing to Abruzzo.

Is that the new detective?

(SNIFFS) Yeah. Simone. What...
what kind of name is that?

SYLVIA: First or last?

If it was his first name, he'd be a girl.

Last name Simone, it sounds French.

- (SIRENS BLARING)
- BOBBY: Hey, just listen to me.

I went through a whole lot of trouble
getting that red cock.

No, I'm not going to sit here
and argue with you.

You tell Billy from me, that he can't come
around my place anymore

with that blue-barred cock.
I'm serious. Yeah, all right, thanks.

(CHUCKLES)

I breed birds.

Oh.

Racing pigeons.

- Tell him you keep fish.
- Uh-uh.

(CLEARS THROAT) Assistant DA Costas,
this is Detective Simone.

- How you doing?
- How do you do?

They give you that address?

- Yeah. She's living on 7th Avenue.
- ANDY: Yeah.

Must be very interesting raising pigeons.

BOBBY: Yeah, it's a lot of fun.

You know, it gets you outdoors.

You guys and your hobbies.

All right, let's go.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Okay, once again. Nice and soft.

Not to camera. Don't pose.
Real relaxed. Real pretty.

This isn't going to help.

Excuse me. Can I help you?

Yeah. Uh,

- Any of these people Paula Anderson?
- Yes.

Well, what do you want me to guess?

How long will this tie her up?

Well, we won't know until we talk to her.

And it couldn't wait
until after she finishes work?

- No.
- FEMALE VOICE: ...isn't working out.

- MALE VOICE: Yeah, I have.
- I'll get her.

- Thank you very much.
- You want us to wait over there, ma'am?

FEMALE VOICE: Thank you.

How's it going, pal?

FEMALE VOICE: Paula, police want to...

- What a country, huh?
- Yeah.

We have to take a break.

Okay, we're going to relax a minute.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

FEMALE VOICE: Could you hand me
my sweater?

- MALE VOICE: Yeah, sure.
- Yeah?

- You Paula Anderson?
- PAULA: Yeah.

I'm Detective Sipowicz,
this is Detective Simone.

What's going on?

Do you know a Raymond Martarano Junior?

- Yeah.
- When was the last time you saw him?

We partied last night,
then I had to come to work.

You left him at your apartment?

What's going on?

He was murdered this morning
outside your building.

Your downstairs neighbor was killed
by a stray bullet.

Which downstairs neighbor?

Mrs. Savino.

(SIRENS BLARING)

I don't know anything about it.

Why don't you come
to the station house with us?

And, uh, let's get the background on this.

- I'm working.
- Well now you're not working.

Now you're coming down
to the station house with us.

Why don't you just get dressed,
Paula. Okay?

Okay.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- Mrs. Davis?
- Yes.

I'm Adrienne Lesniak.
You asked to speak with a detective?

Uh, yes. Um...

but is there a male detective
I could speak with?

I'm the Detective available right now,
Mrs. Davis.

- Why don't you tell me why you're here?
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Well, I... I can't be here too long.
I... I work.

Why do you feel you need to speak
with a detective, Mrs. Davis?

Well...

I just wondered if someone,

uh, like a...
police detective could, um...

- talk to my husband.
- About what?

Uh...

well, we... we have a daughter who's 14.

And?

Well, since she was very young,

Arthur would help her say her prayers.

And, uh...

he would be in her room,
oh, sometimes 20 minutes.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

And, uh...

about three years ago, he...

he started, uh, closing the door and...

staying in there.

Staying for how long?

He doesn't come to our bed anymore.

He doesn't sleep with me.
He... he sleeps with her.

Now, I don't know what goes on in there.

Well, have you asked him about it?

Boy. I can't do that. I...
That would sound like an accusation.

Well, what about your daughter?
What does she say?

I haven't mentioned it to her.

Why not?

Well, she's still a child.

Mrs. Davis, are you saying
your husband's molesting your daughter?

No. No, I... I haven't said that. I...

I can't say that for certain.

Well, we can't investigate unless you
or your daughter alleges a crime.

Couldn't you get someone
to just go talk to him?

Mrs. Davis...

I think you need to bring
your daughter in.

Hmm?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

PAULA: I, uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

...I left home around 6:00 a.m.

I didn't wake up Raymond.
He liked to sleep late.

Did he, uh, talk about
meeting anybody this morning?

- No.
- You know any of his friends?

Well, I don't know
that I'd call them friends.

I mean, I knew a couple
of his business partners, but...

- No. Friends? Not lately.
- Why is that?

I don't know.

Raymond didn't talk much about it.
I just knew they weren't getting along.

So, who were the partners?

Well, um, the only one
that I actually knew was Jerry Littman.

He was a jobber.

Heather's Heavenly Bridal Wear.

I did their fall show.

That's how I met Raymond.
He was hitting on the models.

- Yeah? (CHUCKLES)
- (PAULA CHUCKLES)

Can you think of anyone else maybe
that Raymond didn't get along with?

PAULA: I don't know.

You know, I... I wasn't seeing him
for that long.

I mean, I never even met his family.

But... I mean, you know who they are.

Who?

Come on.

His father's totally mobbed up.

- How do you know?
- PAULA: Raymond bragged about it.

So that didn't bother you?

No. Why would it bother me?

You know how those wise guys are.
They like to spend their money.

I mean every time we went in the clubs,
we were treated like royalty.

Before we even got to the table,

Raymond would knock off
like 50 dollars and think nothing of it.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (PAULA CHUCKLES)

He ever say he tell you
he was afraid of anybody?

No.

Raymond would never admit to me
that he was afraid of anybody.

- That just wasn't like him. Mm-hmm.
- (SIRENS BLARING)'

Aside from Raymond,
you seeing anybody else, Paula?

I work a 12-hour day.
I come home and I collapse.

Now, I'm a little wiped out here.
Can I go home?

No. Now, just sit here and relax
for a while, okay?

Can, uh, we get you something, like some
coffee or a coke or something like that?

Yeah. Yeah. A Diet Coke.

- All right.
- PAULA: And can I have something to eat?

A yogurt, salad?

Yeah, yeah, there's a store
around the corner there, right?

I'll take a walk. I'll get you a yogurt.

(DOOR OPENS)

You think there's a second boyfriend?

Maybe she'll tell us after she eats.

And what does that mean,
I'm moving too slow for you here?

I don't generally cater for them
until after they give something up.

Yeah, well, everybody's got
their own approach, all right.

Raymond Martarano's lawyer's
at the catching bench.

One of you guys talk to him.
I've got Organized Crime in my office.

Look, Andy, you worked a long time
with your last partner.

Me and you, we're not always gonna start
on the same page.

Yeah, I'd have scared her more
about the goombahs.

You know, it's better to cooperate with us
than to take a beating from them.

But, like you say,
everybody works their own way.

Well, I was just leaving a little room,
if there was another boyfriend,

maybe she wouldn't want him
to take the beating.

- That's a way to go.
- (TELEPHONE RINGING)

- I hope you're not the sensitive type.
- Sensitive? No. Not usually.

So, uh, you take this lawyer,
I'll go get the yogurt, huh?

I'm Detective Sipowicz.

Yeah, Philip Fox,
representing Raymond Martarano.

- Is there somewhere we could talk?
- How about right here?

All right, Detective.
Let's not make this adversarial.

I'm simply asking the police
to provide some basic facts

so that Mr. Martarano can begin
to understand this tragedy.

Is there any chance
I can speak directly with Mr. Martarano

and get some basic facts back?

He's grief-stricken.
He's in no condition to talk to you.

Okay.

Well, tell Mr. Martarano

Raymond Junior was shot
leaving an apartment building.

One of the bullets ricocheted
and killed an 82-year-old woman.

You tell him
that we're at the preliminary stage

in our investigation.
Any developments, we'll let him know.

Look, Detective Sipowicz,

whatever your prejudices may be
about Raymond Martarano,

this is a father
who just lost his eldest son.

Hey, Lawyer Fox, you want me
to give up some names

so your client can kick ass in the streets
and kill another innocent bystander?

You tell Mr. Martarano
I'm sorry for his loss,

and he will get the cooperation
that he gives.

- I'll report our conversation.
- And I'll go back to work.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- Miss Savino?
- Yes.

Detective Simone.

SAVINO: Oh, yes.
You were there this morning.

I... I came to see
how things were going

and maybe
I could provide some information.

Why don't we sit over here?
What sort of information?

After you left, I remembered some facts
that might help on the case.

I remembered something my mother told me,
the day before,

that she'd seen a black pickup truck,
not normally parked on the block

that was there two times
or more last week.

- Uh-huh.
- Well, you see what I mean?

You know, she might have
seen something pertaining to this truck,

and... and, with the people involved,

maybe they're the ones who did it.

This morning when I went out,
it was there again,

a black pickup truck with tinted windows,

- you know, so people can't see in.
- Mm-hmm.

All right, black pickup.
Tinted glass. Front and rear?

Just rear. I wrote down the license.

I got to tell you Miss Savino,

It's highly unlikely that
there's a connection here,

but we'll check it out.

Should I photograph the truck,
do you think?

I think we have all we need on that.

The more you love someone,
the harder it is

to understand when they've been taken.

I know there's a chance
it was an accident.

You know, just an accident.
I tell myself that.

But then I think, well...

how many people's mothers
get shot by accident?

(SIRENS BLARING)

- It doesn't make any sense.
- No, it doesn't.

- And I'm sorry if I wasted your time.
- No. Not at all. You got my card.

What do you mean?
I should have called you?

No, no. I'm just reminding you
that you got it.

You call me. You get in touch
with me whenever you want.

Right. Thank you.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Detective, in all the hubbub,
we didn't get to say hello.

- Bobby Simone.
- Donna Abandando.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

ANDY: Yeah. Thanks.

So, Jerry Littman with two Ts
says Ray Junior was a deadbeat.

He stiffed him on some dough
they were gonna go on a business with,

but Ray had such a bright personality,
they had such a happy time

with the bims and recreational stimulants,
that Jerry could never stay mad.

- What'd he say about Paula?
- ANDY: She used to model for him.

She's from Elizabeth, New Jersey,

and, uh, before Raymond,
she was seeing some guy that hauls bricks.

He came into Littman's showroom

with cement on his shoes.
Come on. Let's go.

He tell you this guy's name?

ANDY: Uh-uh and he says Paula
and him were a pretty heavy item.

Uh, listen... (SNIFFS)

...it's a good thing you left room
for the boyfriend.

- BOBBY: How we doing here, Paula?
- Oh. Great. Thanks. Yeah, it's real great.

- Got your yogurt.
- When can I go?

It shouldn't be too long now, right?

Look, if you have any questions,
just... just ask them.

You know, I'm kinda going crazy in here.

What is the problem?

My problem, Paula,
that I just don't believe you,

that's my problem.

Well, I don't... I don't understand
what you're saying.

Are you saying that you don't even believe
that I was seeing Raymond?

No, I heard all that.

I mean, I heard all about the clubs,

and how you were treated
like royalty and all.

but then, you know, we hear
about Elizabeth, New Jersey.

So?

What's that supposed to mean?

Everyone's got to come
from somewhere, right?

- You go back there every weekend, Paula?
- My family's over there.

Just your family, huh?

Hey, look, don't play with me, all right?

You think if we go there and start asking
people questions about you,

we're not going to find out
something else?

There's nothing to find.

I sat over there for years
and I looked across this river,

and this is where I wanted to be
and I wanted to be here with Raymond,

so don't you go telling me
that I didn't care about him.

Oh, I wish he was still alive.

All right, Paula, listen to me, all right.

Whoever did this,
we're not the only people looking for him,

do you understand what I'm saying?

Raymond's family?

Whoever did this, he'd have
a lot better chance in here with us

than he would outside in the street.

Now if it's somebody
that you cared about...

It is somebody
that you cared about, right?

See, I understand that.

Maybe if it was me,
I'd be here doing the same thing.

But I want you to think about something,

I want you to think about the position
that this person is in.

Somebody out there's going to find him.

And...

He'd go to jail?

No. Nobody can say anything
like that at this point.

See, because we don't know
the circumstances.

See, if Raymond had a gun
and threatened him,

that could totally change things.

(SIREN BLARING)

Who's your boyfriend, Paula?

Come on, now. Look, I know you love him.
I know you're trying to protect him.

I respect that.

But you know what you're doing here
is not going to help him.

It's going to get him killed.

It's not... it... it's not his fault.

It's my fault.

It was because of everything
that I was doing.

His name is Paddy Perkins.

I can tell you where he works.

Good.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- BOBBY: Hey!
- Hey.

We're looking for Paddy Perkins.

He's an oiler. He's over there.

- You need a hard hat to go over there.
- Yeah, okay.

- Hey, you Paddy?
- MALE VOICE: No.

Hey! Paddy around?

Yeah, that's me.

Got a minute?

You’re going to have
to take a ride with us, Paddy.

What's this about?

Your name was mentioned
in an investigation that we're working on.

You come to the station house with us.
We'll straighten it all out, all right?

ANDY: Come on.

Everything all right, Paddy?

These guys are cops,
they want me to go with them.

- What do you want to do?
- Why, you writing a book?

It's all right, it's all right.
It's all right. I'll go with them.

MALE VOICE: Hey I know the law.

If they got no warrant,
you don't go nowhere.

Hey, Paddy's cooperating here.

Now, you stay out of this.
Nobody asked you anything.

Yeah, well, I work with the guy,
I'm telling him his rights.

Yeah? What about your rights
to getting your ass kicked,

getting collared, and winding up
in night court, you want to go for those,

- huh?
- Let's go.

It's all right.

I didn't think so.

- Come on.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Allison, your mother told us this morning

that there are some things
going on in your home.

I don't know why she came here.
I don't know she brought me here.

She told us your father's been sleeping
with you in your bedroom.

Is your father having relations
with you, Allison?

Don't I have the right to talk
to an attorney or something?

No one's accusing you of anything.

If anyone did anything wrong,
it would be your father.

My mother lies.

Why would she lie
about something like that?

I don't know but it's not true.

You father isn't having relations
with you?

No.

Why don't I bring your mother in here?

Allison?

Why don't I bring your mother in here?

Okay.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

LESNIAK: Could you come in
for a second, Mrs. Davis?

Sit down.

Allison said her father
hasn't been intimate with her.

How can you do this?

I have to do this. It can't go on.

You know what they will do.
They'll take me away.

Allison, that isn't true.

It can't go on, Allison.

I can't live with it anymore.

You can't make me say anything.

You can put me in jail,
but I'll never say anything.

Honey, please.
I'm only trying to help you.

No. No.

I'm not afraid. I'll go to jail.

LESNIAK: Allison, no one's
going to put you in jail.

But you can't hide from this any longer.

We have to do something about this.
Don't you want it to stop?

Tell me what he did to you.

He touched me.

- And he showed me how to touch him.
- Oh, God.

What could I do?

He's my father.

When did it start?

I don't know exactly.
It was before I got my periods.

When he began sleeping with you,
what did he do?

He does everything.

You know, everything.

ANDY: Here, sit down.

So, am I under arrest?

No, you're not under arrest.

So, what's going to get me back
to the job? I mean,

what's this about?
I'm losin' a day's pay here.

(CLEARS THROAT) Paddy, where were you
between 6:30 and 8:00 this morning?

That's easy. I was sittin'
in traffic in the tunnel.

Did you drive in with anybody?

No. But you can check with Tommy Doyle.

He's an oiler on the same crew.
He was late, too.

Yeah, all right, maybe we'll talk to him.

Paddy, we've been talkin' to, uh, Paula.

- Paula Anderson?
- Yeah.

What? She in some kind of trouble?

A guy named Raymond Martarano was shot
in front of her place.

- But she's okay?
- ANDY: Yeah, she's okay.

She, uh, she ever talk to you
about this guy Raymond Martarano?

No. I don't see too much of her anymore
since she moved away from Elizabeth.

She gave us the impression that two
of you were pretty close at one time.

Yeah? Well, we were.

Did you know she was going out
with Raymond for the last three months?

No, I didn't know that.

I guess I don't know too much
about what she does

since she moved to the city.

Yeah. This Martarano's a mob guy.
Real scumbag.

I guess they caught up with him.

ANDY: An elderly woman,
lives in one of the apartments,

was sitting at her window.

She got hit by a stray bullet.

- Is she gonna be all right?
- She's dead.

BOBBY: I'm sure no one meant to kill
that woman.

You know, but until we find out
why the guy was killed,

we got to treated that one
as an intentional murder also.

ANDY: But we know it wasn't.

Yeah, well, I didn't shoot anybody.

Uh, Paddy, uh,
we got to check out a few things.

Why don't you take the time

and think if there's any way
you can help us.

Hmm?

Okay.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I'm sure someone transposed
license plate numbers.

I've never had an auto accident
and I've never been in Albany in my life.

There may be some clerical mix-up.
Right over here.

In any case, I don't know why
we couldn't have done this by phone.

Ah, well, they, uh,
need a personal interview for the files.

Yeah, step right in here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Uh, to tell you the truth, Mr. Davis, uh,

we're not gonna be talkin'
about any auto accident in Albany.

What do you mean?

I think you know
what we are going to be talk about.

I have absolutely no idea.

Are you saying you brought me here
under false pretenses?

GREG: Sit down.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Uh, one of our detectives
has taken a complaint about you

from your wife and daughter.

They've made some
very disturbing statements.

I'm dumbfounded by this.

A lot of people have strong feelings

about the things your daughter says
you've done.

- I want to talk to Allison.
- They tend to focus on punishment,

which in your case would be prison.

- Prison?
- GREG: That's right.

Now, uh...

I'm a family man.

I know how it's important
to keep families together.

Well, that's certainly true.

And based on what your daughter has said,

I think your being forthcoming

is the best chance
at keeping the situation under control.

ARTHUR: I don't know.

Maybe I should speak to a lawyer.

Yeah, well, uh, you know,
that's the other way you could go.

Uh, then it goes to the DA.
It's out of my hands.

What would be the alternative?

Something like counseling?

Yeah, well, I... I'd need your help
on something like that.

You'd have to make a...
a statement of corroboration.

ARTHUR: An admission
that I'd done something.

Yeah. It... it would have to conform to...
to what your wife and daughter have said.

What did they say?

You know, spending the nights
with your daughter, uh...

physical touching.
And penetration, so forth.

Um, otherwise, you see,
if... if it's in dispute,

uh, it has to go to the DA.

ARTHUR: I love my daughter.

I would never do anything to hurt her.

Do you think I might, uh,
qualify for counseling?

In that regard,
a statement is absolutely your best shot.

My family...

is everything to me.

I'll do it.

GREG: All right.

We're going to, uh, have a formality here.

I'm going to give you your Miranda rights,
and you're going to do a statement.

- You have the right to an attorney...
- I know my rights.

No, let me just finish this.

You have the right to remain silent
and if you answer any questions...

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR CLOSES)

ANDY: Paddy, I know you're a decent guy.

I think you want to do the right thing,

and help these people
that lost their mother.

You gotta know what they're going through.

Are you ready
to do the right thing, Paddy?

Paula and me, we've been together
since we were eleven years old.

I love her.

Guys used to make fun of me
'cause I love her so much.

You know, I got money saved.
I was getting us a place in Rahway.

How'd you find out
that she was seeing Raymond?

PADDY: A guy over in Elizabeth.

He's an electrician,
was working on 7th Avenue.

He saw them, told me about it.

I didn't want to believe him.

I had to see for myself.

Then I got money saved.
I was gonna buy us a place

with a nice yard in Rahway.

So what... you waited outside
in front of her place,

- and saw him come out?
- Yeah. He came out.

- Yeah.
- Did he see you?

- Did he threaten you or anything?
- No.

It was just the way he walked, the prick.

You know like he'd just taken away my life
and felt good about it.

So, he sees me.
I tell him I want to talk to him.

He tells me to kiss his ass.

So, I tell him he should leave her alone.
'Cause he probably doesn't even love her.

Then he sees I got a gun.

- Did you have the gun out?
- No. It was just in my belt.

Then he goes for me
and he raises up his hand.

So you guys struggled, huh?

PADDY: Not really.

He made like these little burpy noises
every time the bullets hit him.

I'm sorry about that lady.

Take a little break, huh?

Then we'll go talk to the DA.

Sure.

ANDY: In your statement,

if you remember
there was a struggle for the gun,

if that should come back to you,
remember to say that.

One thing.

You think I could see Paula?

I just want to tell her, uh...

- I just want to see her.
- Yeah, we'll try to work something out.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- So I'll get the Lieutenant's okay.
- Try to help the guy with his story,

he wants to hold hands
with his girlfriend.

- Keep an eye on the guy.
- BOBBY: Lieutenant.

- FANCY: Yeah.
- BOBBY: The kid in interrogation Two,

he, uh, he turned over. He did it.

ARTHUR: Is that satisfactory?

Yeah. Yeah.

This will do the trick.

Get up.

Mr. Davis,

I'm placing you under arrest.

ARTHUR: This is just another formality?

Yeah. Yeah.

This is the formality
that puts you in jail.

What are you saying?

You promised I'd get off with counseling.

Someone else will make that decision.
I'm putting you under arrest.

You lied to me.

You promised me if I made a statement
I wouldn't have to go to jail.

I said a statement's your best shot.

The DA makes the decision.

You want my opinion,

I hope they put you away,
you sick son of a bitch.

Will she have to make another statement?

No, that'll be it for today.
The DA will be in touch with you.

You bastard!

- Miriam.
- LESNIAK: Come on, Mrs. Davis, ignore him.

- Allison, remember what daddy told you.
- Don't you ever talk to her.

LESNIAK: He's going into the system,
Mrs. Davis, let's go back inside.

ARTHUR: Remember what daddy told you.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, Paula.

So here we are, huh?

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

From one minute
to the next, everything's just...

just gone.

I'm so sorry.

I am so sorry for hurting you.

Just don't hate me, okay?
Just try not to hate me.

Hate you?

I could never hate you.

That's just something
I could never do. You...

you know that.

Don't you know that?

Sure, you gotta know that.

You gotta know that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

So I'll see you later?

Yeah, see you at Georgetti's, uh...
He wants to buy us a beer.

Oh, seems like a nice guy.

Want to invite him to dinner?

Hey, I'm working with this guy,
I'm not looking to adopt him.

- I'll see ya.
- Yeah.

- Andy's in the hall.
- All right, let's go.

- Hey, good job today.
- Hey, thanks, Lieutenant.

Lucky I gave you the full orientation.

It's always this quiet around here, huh?

- Goodnight guys.
- MALE VOICE: Yeah.

- So, you ready?
- JAMES: Yeah, I'm ready.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- BOBBY: And a soda.

- Thanks, Bobby.
- JAMES: Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Thanks for making me feel welcome, guys.

(CLEARS THROAT) So, uh...

he raises pigeons.

- Is that right?
- Racing homers.

I've flown them since I was a kid.

Yeah, what...
what's the actual limit there?

I mean, you know, the farthest
they can actually return from?

I've had 'em come back 500 miles.

You must be some kind of trainer, huh?

BOBBY: It isn't training.
It's what inside them.

I had these ten birds and I took them up
to Maine with me, right.

An hour after I get back home,

I'm standing up there on the roof
and I'm just watching them come in.

Every single one of 'em made it back.

I raise fish.

Is that right?

Oh, yeah, that's a big hobby with Andy.

Saltwater tropicals.

See, there's a hobby
I never understood, I mean,

I had some buddies
that raised pigeons, but...

I got a clown fish couple.
They, uh, just had eggs.

(CLEARS THROAT) The morning
when I'm having my coffee, the male,

he cleans each egg with his mouth.
Never breaks one.

And then, the whole day,
while I'm working,

him and the wife are guarding that nest.

They fan the water all over their eggs.

Those are dedicated fish.

Do you see that kind of thing in pigeons?

Pigeons make good parents.

- Anyways, uh, I gotta go.
- Yeah, I gotta go, too.

- Thanks for the beer, Bobby.
- GREG: Me, too.

I'll see you tomorrow, huh?

I'll see you guys.

GREG: Yeah, take it easy.

- JAMES: Good night, Dave.
- DAVE: All right, good night, guys.

Feels good being back
out on the street, Andy.

Forgot how much I missed it, you know?

So, uh, you took that PC job
for what, huh?

A fast career track?

I needed something with regular hours.

I had some problems at home.

My wife had breast cancer.

She died last year.

That had to be tough.

I'm sorry.

Look, I'm meeting a friend for dinner.

You want to join us?

Thanks, Andy. No, you... you know what.

I'm going to go back
and I'm gonna do the fives on the case.

Don't let me discourage you there.

- So, uh, I'll see you tomorrow, huh?
- Yeah.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

I figured maybe I'd do my own paperwork.

Sure.

This is some, uh,

Greek stuff
from one of those Greek places, uh.

- You know, those grape leaf rolls.
- Dolma.

Sylvia stopped for it. The ADA you met.

Thanks.

Yeah. It was her idea.

So, uh, I got about halfway
through the interviews there.

Yeah, well, let's just divvy up
what you got left, huh?

(SIRENS BLARING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I gotta wear glasses now.

It's all that paperwork, man.

Yeah. I just need them for reading.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)