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(ominous music)

- Okay, man.

You got me.

What the fuck's wrong officer?

Read my fucking rights.

Hey, what are you doing?

Jesus!

What the fuck's going on?

Jesus Christ, what the fuck's going on?

What do you want?

What do you want from me?

(gunshot blares)

(dramatic organ music)

- Go on Chris, I didn't mean to interrupt you.

- It's okay, Father, it was blasphemy anyway.

- [Father] Come on, you're not that bad.

- I was thinking about quitting my day job.

What do you think?

- You're nervous about tomorrow?

- Why, do I look nervous?

(bells chiming)

Hey Father, do you think that you could say a prayer for me?

- Now?

He'll ask me to work overtime, and Him.

Well, all right.

One blessing coming up.

A short one, Chris.

(solemn music)

Please God, protect this boy,

give him a sense of direction.

Keep him from sin and temptation.

Give him the strength to know friends from foes

and right from wrong, and good from evil.

Please dear God, help this boy become a man.

- Okay people, moving on to item eight.

Last night, another winking corpse

popped up in our neck of the woods.

Shot in the left eye, same MO.

Same gun, a PPK.

We got ourselves a very active serial here, boys and girls.

So, let's cut down on the celebration, why don't we?

And last but least, I want you to welcome

two new officers to our division.

Fresh from the academy, officer Earnest Pitts

and officer Chris O'Brien.

Pitts'll be riding with Clemence,

O'Brien gets Hugosian.

(chattering) - Oh, you lucky bastard.

- Okay fellas, don't be shy.

Tell us something interesting about yourselves.

What brings you to the ranks of LA's finest?

- Well, I really don't have much to say.

I never wanted to be a cop.

When I was younger, I wanted to be an interior decorator,

which by the way, this place could use some work.

(laughing)

- Oh, that is just perfect.

That's exactly what we need around here.

Another goddam clown.

And what about you, O'Brien?

- Well, sir, I pretty much always wanted

to be a police officer, and I promise this division 100%

and to fight crime with all my energy

until there's nothing left to fight, sir.

(chattering)

- Good luck with that fighting, kiddo.

Dismissed, people.

(chattering)

- Hey, Clemence, Michael.

- Hey. - I guess we're partners, huh?

- All right, let's party.

- All right.

O'Malley, if I were you, you know what I'd do,

I'd go out right now and buy myself

a lottery ticket or two.

- It's O'Brien, and why is that?

- It must be your lucky day, love.

You know what they say on the job.

You're only as good as your partner.

Hugs, Hugs is the best there is.

That's what I say.

Yeah, we used to ride together too.

And it was a hell of a ride, believe you me.

Only reason I'm still alive.

Hugs saved my ass a few times in there.

Well, well, well, speak of the devil.

- Is that Hugosian?

- Yeah!

- Officer Hugosian.

Excuse me, sir, Chris O'Brien, your new partner.

- Oh, really?

Well, I guess I better get in touch

with my life insurance guy.

- They tell me you're the best cop on the force.

- They?

Now, who's they?

Don't believe everything they tell ya.

Except they happen to be right.

- What did you say your name was?

(ominous music)

- Excuse me?

- Your name?

What did you say it was, Chris O'Brien?

- Yeah!

- Nora.

Hugosian.

Call me Hugs.

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

I...

- I don't usually dress like this but,

sometimes in this precinct, you gotta be a whore.

You know, undercover, the bust.

- Hey, it's okay to be an ass your first time out.

You're gonna be just fine.

You look good in green.

- You know, Toast.

- Yeah. (ominous music)

- Don't ever make fun of my partner.

Meet me in unit 305.

I'll be out in two.

Chop chop, partner.

(laughing)

- Yeah, you better watch out, man.

Watch out.

You know what they say about broads in uniform, don't you?

They either nymphos, lesbos or psychos.

- Thanks for the tip.

(soft music)

- [Hugs] I got some rules.

Not to many, but they're mine and I like 'em.

- And they are?

- Don't question me, don't second guess me

and do exactly what I tell you.

- Wow, are you my partner or my mother?

- Don't talk to anybody but me.

You got a problem with something, you come to me.

- And where do I go if I have a problem with you?

- If you have a problem with me,

you can go to hell.

You having fun yet?

- Okay, I got a problem.

- Already, what?

- I don't know where we're going.

- 336 Normandy.

- That's where I live.

- I know.

You did these?

- [Chris] Yeah.

- Very good.

Very soulful.

Why the hell did you become a cop?

- And cops don't have souls?

- Well, the jury is still out on that one.

- Seriously, what was with your career choice?

You like to be armed and dangerous?

Come on, open sesame.

Was this your father?

- Yeah.

- [Hugs] He doesn't look like a cop.

- He wasn't, he was just a good guy.

Died when I was eight, carjacking incident.

He was shot in the head.

They recovered his Cadillac but they never found the guys.

- So you thought that you might find his killers.

- No, I didn't.

But maybe I'll find somebody else's.

How come you're a cop?

- Me?

I like to be armed and dangerous.

So, Rembrandt, what else do you do?

You write poetry, sculpt, play the accordion?

I need to know what my partner's combat skills are.

- Didn't you say something back there

about making fun of your partner?

- This is not making fun.

This is jealousy talking here.

- Oh, sure.

Well, okay.

I play a little organ in church.

(laughing)

You're happy?

- Speaking of little organs, take off your clothes.

- What?

- Look, if we're gonna be spending all this time together,

I don't want us wondering what the other one is like.

It's just too much tension.

(soft music)

Go on, I won't bite ya.

Come on!

What's that?

- It's a scapular.

It's supposed to protect me.

- Oh Rembrandt, I'm gonna protect you now.

- I'm not feeling any less tense.

(chuckles)

- Get dressed.

(mellow music)

Well, well, well.

Barry Glover, what's shaking, handsome?

Now, I thought I told you to take your dog

and pony show outta here, outta my precinct,

yet here we are again.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what you got there, Barry?

Come on, pull it out nice and easy.

You got a weapon in there, huh?

You got a profit margin, what?

Cigarette, those things will kill ya.

- Fuck you, Hugs.

I got people and they all know what you are.

So, fuck you!

- How dumb is this guy?

What, are you threatening me and my gun?

- Just talking.

- Yeah, I can see you're just talking,

you got smoke coming out of your mouth.

You know what, he just waived his right to be silent.

Cuff him!

- Turn around for me, sir.

- Fuck you!

- Outstanding warrants in all three.

Looks like we did catch us some fish east.

- Yeah, don't get too excited.

He'll be back in the sea tomorrow.

Oh, man!

Tell me I'm dreaming.

- You are dreaming, Hugs.

And so am I.

- What you doing here?

I thought you'd still be in Queens

taking big bites out of crime.

- There is no more crime in New York City.

And the mayor ordered everybody to be nice to each other.

- I hate that.

- Yeah, so it was not much work out to do.

- That's a nice suit, nice beard.

Internal affairs?

I know.

Sounds more like a doctor than a cop to me.

So, you're here on business?

- Yeah, well, sort of.

City gave me this case and I don't know what to do with it

'cause frankly, it sounds a little bit

like a wild goose chase to me.

You've heard about those left eye shootings?

- Yeah, Sarge calls them the winking corpses.

- Winking corpses, that's pretty good.

Anyway, they got this hotshot girl detective on the case,

what's her face, Dombrowsky?

- Cinderella of the LAPD?

- Well, Cinderella's on the ball.

Found some tire prints at the scene and lo and behold!

Matches one of your black and whites.

(ominous music)

- No shit!

- No shit!

- Do they know who's using it?

- It could be anyone of your guys.

- Killer cop.

Love it.

- Anyway, like I said,

it's pretty much of a wild goose chase.

So, kid, what do you call yourself?

- That's Chris O'Brien, he's my new partner.

- Really?

Congratulations!

Hugs is-- - The best, I know, sir.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, well, the best needs a rest.

Hertzel, it's good to see ya.

Good luck with your investigation.

Be careful with that guy, he's a creep.

- I thought you guys were friends.

- He was my partner in New York.

He's a nice guy and a creep.

A little of this, a little of that.

- You can't be both?

- And you learned that where?

Catholic school or the academy?

- A little of this, a little of that.

- 107, Lamona.

- What's that?

- My address, pick me up at eight.

- Pick you up?

- Yeah, I don't have a car.

I know, I know, it's LA but,

I guess it's a New York thing.

I like buses, I like subways,

I like to look people's faces instead of taillights.

- Why am I picking you up?

- Dinner.

We'll have dinner.

Conversation that may or may not lead to talking.

Don't worry, doll.

It's not a date, it's a cop thing.

- Impure thoughts?

Chris, give me a break, you're what?

22.

- Well, maybe not, they're not impure thoughts but,

maybe I just like her.

I never met anybody like her before.

She's...

She's very...

- Well, she's hot!

- Yeah, I mean, you know I've lived with my mother

most of my life.

Ever since dad died, she treats me

like I'm the delicate flower or something.

- And your partner treats you like an equal.

- No.

Not yet.

Not like an equal.

Like a man.

(soft music)

(light knocking)

Nora!

Nora!

Nora!

(whimpering)

Shit!

You okay?

- Give me my pills.

They're on the cabinet.

Come on, come on!

Fuck!

Yeah, yeah, the white bottle.

- You want me to call an ambulance?

- No!

I'll be fine.

I need to lay down.

Endometriosis.

- What's that?

- Killer periods.

Oh man, it's just like a knife?

- Is it curable?

- Yeah, I gotta get knocked up.

- It shouldn't be a problem for ya.

- It is, most cops are pretty fucked up, you know?

- Well, there's a couple of civilians left.

- Forget about them.

They either want you to fix their ticket,

then make some comment about police brutality or some crap.

Or they wanna see your gun,

or they don't want you to carry a gun

or they wanna put your gun somewhere it doesn't belong.

Can we just rest a little bit before we go to eat?

- Sure.

- [Hugs] Lie down next to me.

- What?

- I need your body and I need your hand.

Right here.

Come on, get close.

Yeah, yeah, just push.

Oh, that's good.

- You know, if Sarge saw this, he'd probably suspend this.

- He might wanna join in.

(soft music)

- What's up officer?

(sirens wailing)

(mellow music)

- Yeah, okay I got it.

Talk to you later.

Thanks for coming, Hugs.

- They pay me by the hour.

- You must be Chris.

Lynn Dombrowsky.

- How you doing?

- We got another one over here.

- Yeah, so I figured.

Familiar face?

- Not anymore.

- Jesus Christ.

- [Dombrowsky] No, Barry Glover.

- [Chris] We arrested that guy yesterday.

- His sister took care of his bail.

A few hours later, our shooter took care of his left eye.

Time of death 2:00 a.m. plus or minus.

- Block thinnings.

- Sense of humor's good.

But the IA guys aren't gonna be laughing.

You know I hate 'em as much as you do.

- I don't hate 'em, why should I?

- Barry Glover, he was your caller.

- Gee, I'll remember to wear black tomorrow.

- I'm just trying to give you a warning

'cause they're gonna be all over you.

- What, 'cause I arrested the guy?

- And the other three victims.

They're all your callers.

(somber music)

- Well, you figure that out all by yourself?

- Look, I'm not saying anything

but you're my only lead.

And maybe this stuff's all coincidence, maybe not.

Maybe someone's trying to set you up.

Another cop, another caller.

- Well, I'm not good at maybes.

Maybe that's why I'm not a detective.

- Just keep your eyes open, okay?

You too, Chris.

- When I'm not asleep, my eyes are always open.

- Time of death 2:00 a.m.

- The city never sleeps.

- Neither do you.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- No, nothing.

I'm just saying, you went out last night at midnight.

- So what, you think I did it?

- No, I mean, I'm just worried about you, that's all.

- You're funny.

Don't try so hard, Rembrandt.

Listen, I understand you're new,

you're trying to fit in, you're trying to be good.

Just relax.

It'll take a while.

- What, to become a good cop?

- To learn there's no such thing.

- Check.

(light knocking)

Yeah, come in.

You play chess?

- [Chris] No, sir.

- It's too bad.

My neighborhood used to be, every kid was good at chess.

It's what you would do on Sunday mornings

with your father, play chess with him.

Sometimes, he would let you win, you know?

- No, sir, I don't know.

My family always went to church on Sundays.

- Chess is good for you.

Gives you perspective.

See, nowadays, everything is relative.

Nobody likes to make a judgment,

there's no right or wrong, everybody has a point of view,

I could see your point, you know?

Chess is just too callous.

Can't confuse your enemies and your friends.

- Like in church.

- Just like in church.

- You wanted to see me, sir?

- You have heard about the latest development?

- Yes, sir.

That all the victims were Nora's callers.

So, you think that she's the shooter

just because of that?

- You know, back in New York, Nora and I were partners.

I felt safe with her.

She was my lucky charm, and I thought I was hers.

Tell you this, she knew the streets.

Loved the streets.

She loved the system.

You know, we'd bust our butts

trying to nail some (speaking foreign language)

who was shooting at us, whenever he wants to shoot at us

and then finally, finally, we get him.

We finally get him.

Next day, back on the street shooting at us again.

She never understood the concept.

But, what are you gonna do?

Nada!

Just go on, rock and roll with the punches.

One day, she wakes up, and she is fresh out of rock

and smack out of roll.

It's like she pulls the fuse herself.

Some spring pops out of her head.

Pop!

But the interesting question is why.

Who knows why?

Human head, the heart or the plumbo platter.

She becomes edgy, paranoid, and she's moving.

She's always moving like she's afraid to stop.

Like if she stopped, she would have to think of something

she didn't wanna think about.

You try riding around with a lucky charm like that.

It's no picnic, I'll tell ya.

- Sir, why are you telling me all this?

I mean, Nora's my partner.

- Don't trust anybody but...

It's an old cliche.

- Aren't you two friends?

- Friends?

Yeah, we were.

But what does that mean?

The only thing it means, is I ain't the one fucking her.

- What would you like me to do, sir?

Keep my eyes open?

- Could you?

- Well, when I'm not asleep, my eyes are always open.

- It's an excellent quality.

But you know what, I know her lines.

And that is her line.

Advise, don't let Nora put her words in your mouth,

or her other parts.

Chris,

don't mess around.

You see something, ring me up.

- So, you got a family?

- Nah!

Not too many people would admit

to being related to me.

I mean, there's a couple of Armenians up in Fresco,

might give me a hot meal.

What are you doing?

What are you...

Hey, Rembrandt.

Whoa, is this supposed to be me?

You're good, but I don't know.

I'm not that pretty.

- Yeah, you are.

- I was just fishing.

Oh man, I'm bored.

Speaking of fish, let's go catch us some, all right?

Come on, someone break some law.

(mellow music)

Pull over.

Come on, stop, pull over.

See that guy?

You follow baseball?

Charlie Sanders, he used to start for the Angels.

Fuck, the guy was so amazing.

Too bad they booted him for substances.

Come on, let's go.

(mellow music)

You ever jimmy a lock before?

- [Chris] No!

- What do they teach you at the academy?

Please, open up.

- How do you know where he went?

- Good friend of mine lives here, he loves baseball.

- Come on Hugs, tell me what's going on.

- Our Babe Ruth is a fucked up guy, man.

We've been after him for two years.

He's probably armed and definitely dangerous.

- Shouldn't we call for backup?

- Backup?

Yeah, that's a good idea, he'll probably need it.

(heavy knocking)

- Yeah. - Police, Pablo.

- [Pablo] Fuck!

Wait a second, I'm naked here.

- Don't even think about the fire escape, Pablo.

There's a unit out there.

They're young and never heard of a warning shot.

Come on, man.

Hey, Pablo.

Wanna open that door all the way?

Gonna invite us in?

- Sure, Hugs.

Come in.

(ominous music)

- What's going on, Pablo?

- Nothing, Hugs.

Just been talking to my girlfriend here.

- Uh huh.

A bit hopeful conversation, what's she on?

- What do you mean, Hugs?

She's on my couch.

- [Hugs] (chuckles) That's really funny.

Any other visitors?

- Where?

No, nobody.

- Check the bathroom.

- [Pablo] I ain't lying to you.

There ain't nobody else here.

There's nobody else here.

- Clear.

- Yeah, I don't really believe you.

Get on the fucking floor.

Get on the fucking floor.

Get on the fucking floor right now, right now!

So, there's no one else here, huh?

No one else has been here,

just you coming down on the roaches, that right?

- [Pablo] Hugs, that's what it is.

There ain't nobody else here.

- If I put a fucking bullet in your brain,

went through your fucking head,

no one else would be hear to witness it,

is that right?

Huh?

Huh?

- Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'll tell you.

There's somebody in the bathroom.

- No man, you're fucking lying to me again.

My partner was just in there.

- He didn't look down the shower curtain.

- Shit! (gunshot blares)

You okay?

Charlie Sanders, come on out man.

I know who you are, I'm a big fan of yours.

I wanna meet ya.

Come on, I'm not gonna hurt ya.

Come on out, no one will get hurt.

(whimpering)

Right, that's right.

Nice and easy, man.

Come on, why don't you put the girl down?

I just wanna talk to ya.

- You wanna talk with two cops?

That's way too many for talking, honey.

- Look, I just wanna walk outta here.

I don't wanna kill her.

I don't wanna kill her.

- I don't want you to kill her either, man.

That would be bad.

Killing her would be really, really bad, man,

- Well, come on.

I don't wanna kill her, don't make me kill her.

- I don't want you to kill her either, man.

Come on, man, put her down.

- Don't make me kill her.

I don't wanna kill the bitch.

- Come on, put the fucking gun down.

- No, back up.

- All right, fucking do it already, man.

I'm sick of you.

Home run, home run!

Charlie, Charlie, come on!

Fucking do something.

Hey, batter, batter, batter, come on fucker!

Come on, batter. - Shut up!

- Hey, Charlie. - Shut up!

- Hey, batter, batter, batter, that fuck baby.

Come on.

Come on, man.

You shoot her, I'll shoot you.

It'll be fun.

Come on, fucking use that thing.

Fucker!

(screaming)

Baby, come here, come here.

I've got you, sweetheart.

Come here.

It's okay, baby.

I got you.

(crying) Are you okay?

Are you okay, baby?

Oh, Jesus!

She's high as a kite.

Oh, shit!

Here, take her.

Hey, man, take the kid.

Chris!

Honey, go to him.

It's okay.

Shut up you stupid bitch.

That's your daughter, isn't it?

Is that your daughter?

You sold your own fucking daughter to a pimp?

(screaming)

What is the matter with you?

What kind of fucking mother are you?

She's no longer your daughter.

She's the daughter of the State of California.

- Don't touch her, you bitch.

Don't you touch her.

I'll kill you, bitch.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

(solemn music)

- Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee.

Blessed are thou among women.

Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners, pray for us sinners,

pray for us sinners,

pray for us...

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- [Chris] Charlie Sanders, you didn't have to shoot him.

- Bless me father, for I have sinned.

- He was ready to talk.

- Look, I don't need to justify myself to you.

- Fuck that, Hugs, you killed the man.

Can we at least talk about that?

- Yeah, he was ready to talk.

Or he was ready to blow that kids brains out.

Maybe you could tell a difference,

but I sure as hell couldn't.

I did have a gut feeling there when I went with it.

Am I gonna lose any sleep over it?

No, and neither should you

knowing that scum's off the street.

Any other questions?

- Chuck Sanders!

Congratulations on a job well done.

Best switch hitter in the league.

What are you gonna say at the Q&A?

- About what, sir?

- The shooting.

That's what we're gonna ask you about.

See, every time one of you guys shoots somebody,

we gotta ask some questions.

You know, what happened, stuff like that.

- You know what happened.

Officer Hugosian shot the suspect.

- Was it a justifiable shooting in your opinion?

- In my opinion, yes it was, sir.

She didn't shoot the suspect in the left eye

if that's what you're asking.

- Maybe she messed up.

Speaking of left-eyed shootings,

are you joining us for the audition?

We're holding auditions for coarse line.

Guess what, I think our friend, Nora,

has a good chance of getting the lead.

See, the winking cop's shooter got a little careless.

Left an eyewitness at the scene, no pun intended.

Granted, he's a whino, so fuck up out of this one

but we gotta check it out, right?

Anyway, our guy swears on his mother's grave,

the shooter was a cop.

- Did he say that the shooter was a woman.

- Man, woman, a cop.

Uniforms aren't bathing suits.

Everybody looks the same sex.

Or lack thereof.

- No.

Not them.

- You're sure?

- Yep.

- This is absurd.

My guys are my guys and I know my guys.

We're ready for the next batch.

(ominous music)

- Yeah, that's it.

That's who I saw.

- Are you gonna tell us, or is this a secret?

- Him, second from right.

- [Hertzel] Michael Clemence?

- [Witness] Him.

- You sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

It's him.

- Sure?

Sure how, huh?

It was dark, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

How sure are you?

- I'm pretty sure.

I mean, it was dark, yeah.

But when the guy got out of the black and white,

a light came on, you know, the little light?

And for a second there...

I mean, yeah, it was him, I think.

I'm pretty sure, yeah.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah. - It's me, Ernie.

Listen, I'm at Mike's,

and I really need you to come over here, right now.

(upbeat rock music)

Thanks for coming by, man.

All right, listen, it's Mike.

He's over here in the bedroom, he's been drinking.

He called me up to bring him over some more,

maybe I shouldn't have done that.

Chris, he's got a gun.

All right, thought maybe you could come over here

and talk to him a little bit?

You know, tell him some of that fucking Catholic school shit

or something, I don't know, just talk to him.

Chris, I'm starting to get a little fucking scared here.

- Was the weapon a PPK?

- No.

(ominous music)

- Who the fuck are you?

- Mike, Mike, it's me, Chris O'Brien.

- Come here.

See?

They're watching me, man.

Everywhere I go, they're fucking watching me.

- Mike, it's just a peeping Tom.

Nobody's watching you.

There's a party upstairs,

he's much more interested in that.

- They take my badge, they take my gun,

and now they're trying to fucking fry me.

- Come on, Mike, it's temporary.

I mean, listen, if you're innocent,

you didn't do it, there's nothing they can do, right?

You're innocent.

- You just don't get it.

You don't get it.

I'm what's for dessert.

With cream, with fucking sugar.

- Mike, come on, give me the gun.

- This gun?

This gun, you can't have this gun.

See, 'cause that's my gun.

I bought this gun with my hard-earned money.

My hard, fucking earned money.

50 bucks says I can hit him in the left eye from here.

- Mike, come on.

Come on, Mike.

That's an easy 50 for me, come on.

Look at you, your hands are shakng.

You shouldn't drink so much, man.

- You're a good cop.

- Mike!

- 100 bucks says I don't miss my head from here.

- Mike, you don't wanna do that, Mike.

Mike!

Mike, that's a big fucking sin,

you don't wanna do that.

Mike, that's a big fucking sin, Mike.

(soft music)

- I ain't kill nobody.

- I believe you.

- Don't!

Didn't they teach you that at the academy?

Everybody is guilty until proven not.

(phone ringing)

- Hey, Sarge.

- Yeah, what do you want?

- I wanna talk to you about Michael Clemence, sir.

I saw him last night, and I don't think he did it.

He's really hurting.

He didn't do it.

- Listen, O'Brien, I got a headache this big

and it's got crap written all over it.

So, why don't you go do something

you're actually being paid for?

- Thanks Chris, but we already know Clemence didn't do it.

He's got an alibi.

- Uh huh, solid gold.

Officer Hugosian, she claims she was with Clemence

the night Barry Glover got capped,

engaging in all kinds of sexual intercourse.

- She does?

- That's what she claims.

- Claims, my ass.

She was there all right.

Sex is legal in this country.

Couple more Democrats in the House,

they'll make it compulsory.

- You know, it upsets me deeply Sergeant

that my job interferes with your well-run operation here.

I'm just trying to stick to the facts.

- Facts?

What facts?

Tire prints in Griffith Park?

Cole Ripley, he's not gonna believe it.

Some whino wants to be famous,

starts squawking about a shooter cop,

with all these facts, I can fertilize

the fucking Grand Canyon.

And what are you grinning about?

Funny?

You know what's funny?

You sitting here wasting face space with that grin.

Why don't you go make like OJ

and try and find the real killer, okay?

(solemn music)

- You're late, I'm almost done here.

- So, Clemence, you backing him?

- Yep!

- You really went to his place that night?

- Me and him.

We're kind of us.

We rode together, you know?

One thing led to another.

You know how that goes.

But it started to interfere with the job,

so I asked for a switch, and I got you.

You're the lucky winner.

You're on.

- Last night I saw him and he was really desperate.

I mean, if he knew he had an alibi...

- Why didn't he say something right away?

Our affair was strictly hush hush.

He wasn't gonna say anything.

He was waiting for me to come forward.

- I don't believe you.

- So?

You don't believe in evolution either.

- I don't believe you were with your lover that night,

because you were in pain.

That thing you had, you were in pain.

- What, are you turning into a good cop on me, Chris?

Maybe you're just jealous.

- Hey, spot me.

- You're right.

I didn't go over there for sex.

I went there to tell him it was over.

You know why I did that?

- Jesus Christ, are you trying to kill me?

- You know why I ended it?

- Spot me.

- You see how much I trust you?

- You drop this thing and I'm in a wheelchair

for the rest of my life, or dead if I'm lucky.

You're not gonna drop it, are you?

You see, 'cause I trust you.

Do you trust me?

- I can't.

- I like you.

I like the way you look at me

when you think I'm not looking.

And how you help me.

I like the way you helped me.

(heavy breathing)

- You're crazy.

(dramatic music)

- You following me?

- No.

I was...

I just...

I wanted to see you.

- What for?

- I don't know, I thought...

I was just lonely, I thought maybe you were too.

- You lie like a dog.

A big old, hairy, nasty dog.

- You know, if you can't trust your partner,

who can you trust?

- I'm not a nice girl, you know?

Not your take her home to mother kind.

Especially not your mother.

- I don't care.

- You don't, huh?

What, you want me to be bad?

You like bad?

How bad?

How bad do you want me to be?

How bad do you want me to bad?

- You know, Hertzel thinks you're the shooter.

- Hertzel can kiss my ass.

But you two have become pretty good friends, aren't ya?

Let me tell you something about Hertzel.

Hertzel looks the world as if it were a chess set.

All black and white and square.

- Well, I guess I'm a lot like that.

- I know.

But you're just a boy.

You don't know any better.

- So, where are you going at two in the morning?

- I was lonely, and I like to walk.

Which one is illegal?

- Hey, wait a minute.

I wanna talk to you.

- First you gotta decide whether you wanna book me

or fuck me.

(somber music)

Well, you can't possibly be here to book me.

- Hey.

- What?

It's me or her.

Come on, you can go to confession later.

You won't forget me now, your first girl.

- [Chris] That bad?

- I'm just teasing.

- Good, 'cause you're not my first.

- Really?

Good!

I don't want the responsibility.

- Who was your first?

- He was an older man.

He was very religious, just like you.

Didn't take sex lightly.

Afterwards, he'd always go to confession.

It always cracked me up.

He called me his little princess.

I called him dad.

(somber music)

- I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

He's in hell now, and I'm here with you,

so I guess there's such a thing as justice after all.

- Okay, what you got on her?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

Following around LA in the middle of the night for nothing,

for what, for exercise?

Didn't I tell you not to mess around with her?

Didn't I?

- Spying on me, is that in your job description?

- Yes, it is.

I describe my job description, me.

- Yeah, well, if you don't mind,

I'd like to go home now.

- Why are you protecting her?

You really think she gets wet for you?

- You want her to be guilty.

Why do you want her to be guilty?

- You fuck her?

Hey!

(ominous music)

I asked you a question, officer?

Did you fuck her?

Did you?

(mellow music)

- I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

- So, how does it work anyway?

- [Chris] What?

- Confession.

You just go and kneel down,

get some stuff off your chest, give it to this guy,

puts it in a vault and throws away the key?

- Yeah!

Sorta.

- That's convenient.

Bless me Father for I have sinned.

It's been forever since my last confession.

So, what happened to your first?

- I lied.

You're it.

I mean, I've had other girlfriends but...

- You've never gone all the way?

- Not like with you.

- This is good, right?

This is perfectly good and normal, right?

- What's that? - What?

- That's a gun.

(ominous music)

- Maybe I'm just happy to see you.

- That's a PPK, isn't it?

- Yes, it is a PPK.

Personal protection, never used, never abused,

had it six or seven years.

You wanna take it to Hertzel?

Here, take it.

Check it out.

It's what you're here for, right?

- No, it's not.

- Oh, shit.

Better wipe off the prints from the murder weapon.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, there you go apologizing again.

- I should go.

- Yeah, I guess you should.

Hey, you know what I've been thinking a lot about lately?

Carmela!

Selling her daughter to a pimp.

How does someone do that?

How do you sell someone you love?

- I don't know.

What would you do?

- Well, I'm not a cop.

- You know, I used to have this picture in my mind

of what the bad guy looked like, right.

But it didn't look like Nora.

I just wanna prove, if she's innocent or if she's guilty,

I need to know.

- What are you gonna do?

- I don't know, I don't know what to do.

Everything's screwed up.

I don't know who to trust, I don't know who to talk to.

Why don't you tell me what I should do?

Can't you absolve me, give me a penance?

Why don't you tell me what chapter to read?

Come on, talk to me, tell me something.

Jesus!

Jesus!

She's going to kill Carmela.

(ominous music)

(moaning)

(sirens wailing)

- I don't know.

Why, what's her motive?

- Justice.

She catches them, they get back out,

they're back in the sea.

I mean, Barry Glover, he threatened her.

So did Pablo.

- Nora as Dirty Harry?

- That's what Hertzel thinks.

- Yeah.

What do you think?

You sleeping with her?

I'm just asking.

- Yeah, right.

Nobody here is just anything.

- I'll take that as a yes.

The point is, you can't really be trusted on this one.

Unless you bring me the gun and then we'll check it

and we'll finish this thing once and for all.

- You're talking illegal search.

- No, I'm not, it's not a search.

What if you find it by accident?

Accidents happen, don't they?

- Is that in the law enforcement handbook?

Because I think I missed that chapter.

- Oh don't give me that.

You came to me with all this stuff.

I sit here with you, I'm a cop, nothing else.

What are you?

- I don't know, jury's still out on that one.

(solemn music)

Hey!

Yeah, it's me.

Listen, I was wondering since the other night

didn't work out, I was thinking

maybe we could have dinner tonight.

Yeah, at my place.

Well, I was gonna cook.

Yeah, I mean, if that's not cool,

you can taste the food, you can tell me,

we could order out.

Yeah.

No, I'm at my place, it's just the TV.

Okay, so I'll see you at eight?

Okay, great.

All right, bye.

(mellow music)

- Do not fuck with me.

Son of a bitch.

- Always remember it's not your fault.

You must always remember that.

Hey.

There you are.

I left you a note.

- Yeah, I got it.

Went to get some wine.

Be back in a few.

That was very clever of you, to leave me a note.

Is something wrong?

You seem kinda...

- No.

I've never done this before.

- I know.

And don't worry about it.

The more you do it, the easier it gets.

(solemn music)

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- Did you get it?

- No.

- You didn't find it?

- No, I didn't.

Listen, I'm trying to get some sleep, okay?

- Is she there?

She is, isn't she?

- No, goodnight.

- Who was that?

- Nobody?

My mother.

- A night owl, isn't she?

- Yeah.

- I'm so tired.

- Get some sleep.

- Always remember it's not your fault.

You must always remember that.

Don't cry for me, okay?

I hate it when you cry, sis.

And never blame yourself, you have to promise me that.

Blame the big, bad, son of a bitch world.

Love always, Armand.

Nora has a brother.

- Used to.

I dug up some old papers on microfish,

and Armand killed himself 18 years ago.

- Don't blame yourself.

Why would she blame herself?

I guess Nora is not gonna tell us.

- Armand's record might.

He had a nice, little juvie sleeve.

- So, it's sealed.

- Maybe we could try to unseal it.

- Yeah, we could.

Could take a while too.

Let's try something else first.

(upbeat music)

- Yeah, sure.

I remember every case I ever worked on.

Remind me of the facts, I'll remember it.

Yeah?

- Go ahead, it's all yours.

- This pension really sucks.

You turn around once or twice and where is it?

It's gone.

Look at you guys, the two of you.

You're both still in the womb.

What is that in your ear, placenta?

Come on guys, screw this job, change careers, be smart.

- The Hugosian case?

- Oh yeah.

I remember it.

A good case it was, and that kid.

What was it, Armenian or something?

- Armand. - Yeah, Armand, that's it.

Real bright kid, steals a gun from a neighbor,

shoots his father.

Hello, gorgeous.

- He shoots his father and then what?

- Then nothing.

He shoots him dead, that's for sure.

And he writes some little forgive my sorry ass note

and offs himself.

Tragic, isn't it?

Except who gives a shit, right?

Probably a loon anyway.

- [Stripper] Hey baby, how about you, you want a lap dance?

- In the note, did he say why he killed his father?

- Yeah!

A good why it was too.

His old man was banging his sister.

And that sister, she was something else.

Let me tell you.

She didn't give you a high, hard one,

there was something wrong with you.

- Where did he shoot him?

- In the bedroom, I think.

- Well, where on the body?

- Right in the eye.

Dead right in the left eye, bullseye,

and he didn't miss an inch, kid.

(ominous music)

- [Sarge] Is it true, Hugs?

- Is it true?

Fuck true.

Yeah, I've got a skeleton in my closet

that's kept me up nights for 18 years.

My brother killed my father to save me,

then killed himself.

What, does that make me a killer too?

- Hugs, I'm on your side.

- Yeah, well, just stay on your own side.

Hey, when all your callers are shot in the eye,

what am I supposed to think?

- You're supposed to think that maybe,

maybe someone who know about my brother

is setting me up.

- Who, who knows about it?

Have you told anyone?

- Yes, I did.

I told him.

- Bullshit!

- [Hugs] I told you that night in New York.

- She's insane.

- Yeah, I was.

I must have been out of my mind to open up to you.

What, are you setting me up?

Why?

What, because I dumped you when you proposed to me?

Is that why you followed me out here to LA?

Huh?

Do you have an alibi for the nights of the shootings?

- Now that you bring it up, what's your alibi?

- I've got one.

Michael Clemence.

- Hertzel, do you own a PPK?

- You know, Sergeant, I don't have to respond to that

but I will give you the courtesy.

No, I do not.

- Do you, Hugs?

- [Hugs] Nope.

- That's bullshit.

I saw it.

- In your wet dreams.

What, was that what you were doing in my house

the other night?

Looking for a gun that doesn't exist?

- What was that?

- Officer O'Brien conducted an illegal search of my house.

- [Sarge] Is that true?

- Sergeant, we had reason to believe

we were on the right track.

- Count this as a joke.

- We?

You authorized it?

- No.

We're just trying to get to the bottom of this.

- Oh yeah.

I'm sure you're really good at doing that, Cinderella.

Getting to the bottom of things.

Tell me, I'm just curious,

who did you have to fuck to make detective anyway?

- You're out of touch, Hugs.

We got quotas now.

Always looking for a few good women.

- Was that what you're doing here?

Looking for a good woman?

Well, shit, that explains a lot of stuff.

How do you want me, Lynn, huh?

I know you do.

What, you want a little one on one action?

Can that be fun?

Sorry, you're not my type.

Well, you feel rejected, I don't know.

Maybe you're setting me up.

- Stop it.

- What?

Oh, I'm sorry Sarge.

Is this getting you hot?

All this girl talk?

Don't worry, I'm into guys,

and you know what I'm talking about.

I know you're married but the way you look at me...

I mean, what, I'm sorry, is there anyone in this room

who doesn't wanna fuck me?

- That's enough.

- Yeah, I know, that is enough.

Everyone, if you look hard enough,

dig deep enough, everyone has a motive.

- Jesus Christ!

How fucked up is this?

Way beyond.

I'm taking this upstairs,

and we're gonna start unfucking it right now

ladies and gents.

Dombrowsky, you can start by saying goodbye to this case.

Hertzel, Hugosian, don't leave the proverbial town, okay?

We'll need you for more questioning.

- You won't even suspend her?

- No, I won't.

I'm not gonna take her badge

until somebody gives me something concrete to hang it on.

- Fuck!

- Now, you, O'Brien, you I can suspend.

We don't do illegal searches here.

You are suspended as of immediately.

- She never told me about her brother.

- Yeah, that's what I thought.

You know, they're gonna go after you anyway.

- Till they come up empty, they'll drop it.

But that isn't the point.

She's created a reasonable doubt.

- So, what's next?

- I hate this dumb machine.

There's no one to give up.

You know what it does

when the shit really starts to hit the fan,

it starts to make stupid moves.

The craziest moves you've ever seen.

It's still the same machine, smart as before,

it just gets scared, scared to death.

I shoulda walked away.

When it was over, I should have just walked away.

She's a drug, crack cocaine.

You know it's gonna kill ya, but you come back for more.

Well, my career is in the toilet,

I'm out of cigarettes and Nora goes scot free.

- Just like that?

- Uh huh.

- Over and out?

- Well, not for you.

See, I've noticed something in Nora's eyes

I've never seen before, and believe me, I've looked.

Nora Hugosian is in love,

with you.

She is in love with you, Chris.

And you know what, you betrayed her.

I'd watch my back if I were you.

(phone ringing)

- Yeah.

- Hey.

Hey listen, it's me.

Hey, get this, you are gonna love it.

- Look, I'm real tired.

- Yeah, well, this is gon' keep you up, man.

All right, check it out.

So I go over to Mike's house,

because we're supposed to go out and try to get some.

And I get here, and the door's open, right?

So the door's open, so I go in, okay?

All of a sudden, I hear these voices

coming from Mike's room.

And I'm thinking, "Hey, maybe Mike's got a spare chicken

"in the bedroom for me,

"'cause Mike's in there," that kinda shit, you know.

Check, one of the voices is Mike's all right.

Do you wanna guess who the other one is?

- No.

- The other one is Hugs.

(dramatic music)

Still tired?

Anyway, so they are getting real fucking loud.

I mean, they are yelling at each other

at the top of their lungs.

Do you wanna guess what the fight is about?

- Ernie, where are you calling from?

- From here, from Mike's house.

Hell man, I had to tell somebody about this.

- Is she still there?

- [Ernie] Yeah, I guess.

- Ernie, listen to me, get out now.

Get the fuck out.

- Hello.

Hello!

- Son of a bitch.

- Hey there.

Drink?

- Homicide guys are on their way.

You just tell 'em what happened

and everything's gonna be fine.

- Tell 'em what?

I don't know shit.

I was at a bar, drinking, I don't know shit.

- Bullshit, Mike.

Come on, you were here.

You and Nora had a fight.

- Fight?

There was no fight.

I haven't seen her in days,

to the best of my fucking knowledge.

- You're fucking lying to me, Mike.

You know, you know what she's been doing.

You know, you saw her do it, didn't you?

When you were riding around together,

that's why she asked for a switch.

That night she said she was with you,

she wasn't with you.

You were her alibi, not the other way around.

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

- Ernie is fucking dead.

He's fucking dead.

- Yeah, I know.

I saw him down there, winking.

- You don't tell 'em what happened

and they're gonna nail you.

You're building your own fucking chair, why?

What has she got on you?

Just tell me this,

you let her get away with this, you let her leave,

how are you gonna live with yourself?

- Live with myself?

I don't live with myself, man.

I haven't in a long, fucking time.

I better go and call Peggy and Sarah

and we'll have ourselves a little party.

- A party?

(ominous music)

- I wanna help you, man.

But I can't.

I just can't.

- You just did.

(cars hooting)

- [Man] Yeah!

- Police, open up.

- Yeah. - Hey, Dawson.

You like to watch, huh?

Come on, you dorty motherfucker.

I know you like to look across the fucking street.

So, I want you to tell me what you saw.

- Hey!

I've seen lots of women there.

- I know you've seen women.

I am talking about a fucking hour ago.

What did you see an hour ago?

Can you do that?

- I saw a woman in there.

- What did she look like?

You gotta fucking remember.

Wake up and tell me what she fucking looked like.

Wait a minute.

Did she look like that?

- [Man] Yeah, that's her.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

You looked that, you don't forget.

(soft music)

- The APB is out and running.

Airports, bus stations, trains,

if it moves, we check it.

You did a good job, O'Brien.

We'll get her.

When Clemence sleeps it off, he'll fill in the blanks

and it's just like in fax work.

We'll get her.

(ominous music)

(gunfire blaring)

(sirens wailing)

- You're a lucky guy, Chris.

You're gonna live forever.

Looks like Hugs had a little parting gift for ya, huh?

- Yeah.

You think she knows I'm alive?

- Yeah, she knows.

You made the evening news.

- Leave me your gun.

- Chris, she can't get to you here.

- You know her, leave me your gun.

- You know it's against regulations.

Okay.

- Go ahead, bring it in.

That's it.

(ominous music)

Let's go.

There you go.

There you go, easy.

- Feeling okay, sweetheart?

Not too good, huh?

Well, I'm gonna make it all better now.

- [Nora] What's going on?

- [Orderly] You called 911, ma'am.

Form your motel room?

- Oh yeah, my motel room, I must have passed out.

I do that sometimes.

I'm okay now.

- [Orderly] Hospital rules, ma'am.

The doctor will be with you in just a few minutes.

- Sleep tight.

(ominous music)

- [Announcer] Nurse Morgan to east wing two.

Nurse Morgan to east wing two.

- Excuse me, do you know what room Chris O'Brien's in?

- I'm sorry, ma'am.

Visiting hours are from nine till...

He's in room 319, it's down this way.

- Thank you.

- Poor guy, he's so cute.

- Yeah, we like him.

(monitor beeping)

(ominous music)

Hi.

They're all looking for me.

Where am I supposed to go?

What am I gonna do?

I came here to end it.

- Are you gonna turn yourself in?

- Why did you have to be such a cop?

Always digging, digging, digging.

I've only loved two people in my life.

My brother,

and maybe you.

I don't know why I loved you.

I guess maybe you reminded me of him.

This is really hard.

It's hard to kill someone you love.

But you didn't really leave me much choice.

Shit!

Fuck it.

Did you hear that?

Okay, this is it.

God damn you, Chris.

I loved you.

- Don't do it.

- I have to.

- Don't do it. - I have to.

(gunshot blaring)

(whimpering)

(soft music)

- Mike?

- Mike.

My name's not Mike.

My name's Armand.

Look.

Look what he did to you.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

You gotta walk away, Armand.

This has gotta stop right now.

- Walk away, I can't.

You are here, I have to be here too.

- I love you.

But I can't let you do this anymore.

Okay baby?

You just walk away and get out of here.

- I can't.

Not until he pays for what he's done.

50 bucks, Chris.

50 bucks says I hit your left eye from here.

(gunshot blaring)

- I'm sorry.

He just wanted to protect me.

- The kid, Armand, he killed himself,

everybody knew that.

- No, they didn't know.

Armand kills his father, he runs,

they find a suicide note, talk to a couple of junkies

who saw him jump off the bridge, that's it.

Case closed.

Body or no body, Armand is free.

I bet even Nora didn't know he was alive,

until he found her in New York a couple years later

as Michael Clemence.

- Why didn't she come to me?

We were good friends.

- She couldn't.

She couldn't turn her brother in.

In his mind, he was just protecting her.

She came to the hospital to kill him.

- And save you.

- She knew Clemence was gonna finish me off so,

she saved my life.

I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do with it.

- Keep fighting crime, with all you've got,

until there's nothing left to fight.

- Sure, Sarge.

(bells chiming)

(ominous music)

- Get in.

- Equal rights my foot.

I don't care how many women they accept,

the academy is still a boys club.

And I'm doing really good there,

I'm doing better than most guys.

And still, they look at me like,

"Forget it baby, you're never gonna make a good cop."

I hear your last partner was a woman,

was she any good?

Was she?

- She was the best.

- Yeah, that's what I hear.

Where are we going anyway?

- 229 Burbank.

- That's my place.

- I know.

I know.

(dramatic music)

I know.

(ominous music)

(mellow music)

(Multicom Jingle)