"look at these clowns." "too molly for their hometown, so they come here." "i thought nixon ending the war was gonna put a stop to this freak show." "this counterculture, ray, will one day be looked upon as a time when a politicized youth rebelled against the excesses of the vietnam war, the excesses of corporate arrogance and the excesses of racial intolerance. yeah, well, the problem" "is that they do destructive things like blow up national monuments, burn down induction centers, make their own jewelry out of seashells." "i used to play in this park as a kid." "you did?" "i think this was the place." "hey, 2-b!" "windy?" "you come here to find yourself, too?" "guys, crime scene's over here." "looks here like assault with signs of overkill." "blunt force trauma to the head." "he was beaten to death." "whoever it was, we're looking at some muscle. yep. (grunts) hey, what are you..." "got to... robert reeves, jr." "31. queens address." "navy. river assault." "look at the insignia." "let me see that." "oh, man." "i know, i know." "what?" "the last time a military vet was killed, the loot burned this citdown till we found the killer." "only thing worse in hunt's book than killing a cop?" "killing a vet." "rest in peace, my man, 'cause you just cinched it that we ain't gonna." "so... this young man goes off to vietnam to fight for his country." "he returns home to his family safely, and he's murdered here." "we're gonna get this "tough guy" that did this, and i'm gonna look him in the face, and i'm gonna make him cry for his mother." "what do we got?" "uh, victim's name is robert reeves, 31, lived in queens." "has a wife and a son." "missing a week." "a wife and a son." "black berets." "he was a tough s.o.b. to boot." "you served, boss?" "i would have, tyler, but i burned my draft card and joined the hare krishnas instead." "(laughter) yeah, i had you down for some kind of military personnel, although i'd have guessed the guy who ties the blindfold for the fing. (laughs)" "i'd like to tie a blindfold around your butt to keep you from talking." "i want this guy caught." "i want him caught yesterday." "get this guy!" "get this guy!" "get this guy!" "(sam) what do you mean we can't get the car out of there for 48 hours?" "that's ridiculous." "no, no. you stick it up your--hello?" "wellthe future may be uncertain, but one thing's for sure--things will happen a lot faster there." "you know, someday even paper will be obsolete. oh. i think that's sad." "sad?" "why is it sad?" "i like paper." "i like the way it feels between my fingertips." "well, love to stay and gab, but i've gotta get back to my important work." "annie norris-- she puts the "cop" in "copies."" "yes, she does." "oh, um, speaking of which, can you go down to 215thtreet impound in the morning, give reeves' car a once-over?" "there may be something in there to give us a line on this guy." "really?" "you want me to do it?" "who else?" "annie norris-- she puts the "imp" in "impound." all right, let's go, tyler." "boss says we can only put off the next of kin for so long." "saddle up there, no-nuts." "deceased had a kid." "we're gonna need that dewy-eyed doo-doo that only you do." "* everybody's gonna feel so fine * * drinkin' sweet cherry wine" "* oh, sweet cherry wine * so very fine * drink it right down * pass it all around * so stimulating i just can't believe it." "two tours of duty." "Õæ²"¸ÒÏàÐÅ he hasn't even been home six months, and now this." "i want to know why. (ray) we're here to answer that question, mrs. reeves." "what can you tell us about your husband's state of mind in the days before he..." "before we found him?" "um, he seemed happy to be home, happy to be back with me again, happy to be with our boy robbie." "so, uh... so all things considered, he was happy?" "he had good days and bad days." "um, he had..." "what do you call it?" "reentry problems." "he had that on certain days." "what about war buddies?" "did he keep in touch with any of them?" "was he part of a support group?" "oh, he did get a call recently fromum, his squad leader john fisher." "he, uh, seemed excited about that." "did he give any details about the call?" "no, he didn't." "but i think that he missed the camaraderie, you know?" "for that one afternoon, he--he had it back." "i hate to ask this, but do you think there could have been another woman?" "oh, no." "no, that just wasn't bob." "no, amongst all of my girlfriends, i was considered the lucky one." "my friend marie was very fond of saying that a woman could trust no man except for maybe bob reeves." "excuse me." "a little more grown-up... sometimes." "think the knicks are looking good in the finals?" "i guess." "i'm sorry about your dad." "you know, my dad took me to a knicks game once." "i'll never forget it." "it's one of the last memories i have of him. so your dad died, too?" "no." "no, he just left." "we're gonna find whoever did this to your father." "sam?" "sorry. he just reminds me of... wait a minute." "i'm here." "yeah, you are." "no, no, i mean..." "i'm here--out there somewhere." "we moved so much when i was little, so i-i don't remembewhere exactly i lived in the city in 1973, but i'm here." "i have to be." "sam!" "i can't believe i didn't think of this before." "it's so obvious what i have to do." "this could be the key to getting back home. and what is thatsam?" "i need to find myself, annie." "i need to find myself." "my name is sam tyler." "i was in an accident, and i woke up in 1973." "i don't know why or how i'm here, but atever's happened, it's like i've landed on a different planet." "and maybe if i can work out the reason, i can get home." "last time a military veteran was killed?" "marine by the name of jerry d'angelo." "served in korea." "he was bludgeoned to death by a dictionary." "loot has us harassing every librarian from here to boston. that's why it's important to keep looking through these files-- track down every perp who's assaulted a returned veteran in the past six months." ""tyler"?" "you looking for your people in the police files?" "spaceman, we found the wabuddy--fisher." "he's an uptown fellow, so you and me are going uptown." "robert was one of the best navy men i ever met." "don't mind my saying, uh, you look like you're well-acquainted with the kind of people who could have kept you out of vietnam." "well, uh, i love my country, detective." "my father is a highly decorated admiral." "my grandfather helped chase the kaiser tthe netherlands in world war i." "you might say i was bred for combat." "mrs. reeves said you contacted her husband before he died. yes, i did." "can you tell us about his state of mind?" "was there anything, uh, troubling him that he might not share with his wife?" "well, robert was tormented by the lack of respect veterans are getting. how's that?" "well, you know, the hippies, the freaks." "he'd see them in the street." "one time, they spit on him." "that's what we call the unwelcoming committee." "our precinct is thick with 'em." "flag burning, protesting--?" "i mean, every time i go out to play ball with my kids, i remember exactly where the shrapnel hit this leg." "i'm reminded of what traitors they are." "well, they don't see it that way." "they think they're just being patriotic." "they do have a right to peacefully protest." "come on. that's what we're fighting for over there, isn't it?" "i mean, you take away that right, we might as well be living in iran." "iran?" "what's iran got to do with it?" "the unwelcoming committee." "the unwelcoming committee." "we've had seven different cases in the last three months of returning vets getting savagely beaten." "we collared up all seven. and all seven were members of a privileged band of college hippies who avoided the r with educational deferments." "the unwelcoming committee." "exactly. cowards taking it out on the very symbol of their cowardice." "we came home to parades, confetti, drums, bugles and giggling factory girls all only too happy to share." "today they come back to getting attacked by the very people they served?" "when did it all come apart?" "when did it all come apart?" "we'll take care of it, boss." "is this them?" "no, the guys we're looking for are on the top floor." "take us to sticker. who are you guys to intrude on our kingdom of awareness?" "shut your bazoo. 1968 called." "it wants its dashiki back." "hey, man, you can't comen here." "i need to talk to sticker, and you're gonna take me to him." "that the radicalization of the aiwar movement subsumed the spirituality of the narcissist." "but now, man, there's no more war." "so what does that mean?" "does that mean we shouldn't focus on the ecology?" "(audience) no!" "does that mean we shouldn't focus on intolerance... no!" "based on race, based on gender, based on sexual orientation?" "(laughs) well, well." "speaking of intolerance, look who it is-- detective ray carling, court jester for the emperor of the 125th precinct." "and he brought along his pet goldfish and a newcomer who looks like a star but really is out on parole." "a vet gets killed in our precinct, so we ask ourselves which antiamerican scum that we know is most likely to have beaten a navy man until he killed him?" "well, thank you for thinking of me." "you know this guy?" "'cause you were seen with him." "of course i was. well, unless god is using you for miracle practice, etin, you're gonna burn like short-order toast for killing a patriot like robert reeves." "where were you on saturday night?" "well, i was killing robert reeves, of course." "this is a dead end." "i'm gonna go have an ask-around." "see you in a while." "all right, sticker, let's go talk like men who hate each other's guts." "(woman) come on, daisy." "come on. (laughs) it's just one more flight." "(woman) okay." "hey, 2-b!" "what's this, twice in one day we just run into each other?" "uh, i guess so." "i guess not. i don't believe in coincidences." "i believe in the curlicued whimsy of fate." "everything is connected." "come on, 2-b." "let's fun up!" "uh, i... just..." "(laughs)" "if you can't find what you're looking for he, then you must have already found it." "* i'm chief kamanawanalea * we're the royal macadamia nuts * * i'm chief kamanawanalea * we're the royal macadamia nuts * * all right * oh, yeah" "* oh, yeah * oh, yeah" "* oh, yeah * i'm chief kamanawanalea * we're the royal macadamia nuts * * i'm chief kamanawanalea * we're the royal macadamia nuts *" "* come on, the four tenors * we're the royal macadamia nuts *" "(man) yesterday has vanished." "tomorrow is an illusion-- one that hypnotizes the conventional man into a deep, deep sleep." "and most never awaken." "isn't that right, my friend?" "i think everything is an illusion." "your mind is creating every moment of your future and every moment of your past." "(vce echoing) the future is a fever dream, when now is all there is." "and all there is... is now." "now." "maybe 2008 is the illusion, but 1973 is the reality." "what did you say?" "what did you say?" "(windy) * rise and shine * and give gosh your glory, glory * * give gosh your glory, glory did we... did you... just get here?" "yes." "ohh. i dropped you off late, or was it early?" "apparently, you stayed up calling people." "i was researching." "ooh. reseahing what?" "cop stuff?" "i have the teeniest crush on steve mcgarrett." "do you know him?" "yeah, i know who he is. uh, "hawaii five-o." "book 'em, danno."" "do you ever say that-- "book 'em, danno"?" "i would if i worked with a guy named danno." "you should hire one." "how cool would that be?" "what were you researching?" "um, myself, my parents." "i've already checked the lease records, the d.m.v., utility companies and now the phone books." "problem is, i was, like, 4 years old, so i can't remember where we... we move a lot-- moved a lot." "and tyler'a really common last name." "but i have so many detailed memories." "i remember the little things, you know?" "like the, uh, g.i. joes i hid in a thom mcan box behind a loose baseboard in my bedroom." "did i make that up?" "i don't know. did you?" "ohh. how much did i drink last night?" "that was pure bliss you were on. huh." "the maharishi special." "i told you he was righteous." "good morning." "morning. thought you might want to know the lieutenant was banging around the precinct looking for you." "if we don't get this case solved soon, i think he's gonna burst into flames. hold on two seconds." "oh, but what i really wanted to tell you-- i went to the impound, searched robert reeves' car." "didn't find much." "i'll be right back." "who's that?" "a girl... i work with--annie." "annie?" "that's a nice name." "and how come annie isn't allowed in?" "annie is allowed in." "it's just... she, uh..." "(stammers) i'll talk to you later." "have a good day, 2-b." "tell annie i said hi." "okay, so what have we got?" "rough night last night?" "not really, no." "a little insomnia maybe." "um, well, here you go. this... what?" "oh." "you're kidding me." "this is all we've got?" "the business card of an accountant?" "i'm sorry. i-- i'm not blaming you." "it's just hunt is gonna have someone's ass." "all right, let's go check out lawrence r. jones." "(sam) so where did you meet robert reeves?" "uh, at a bar, through another client of mine who sends a lot of new business my way." "he had questions about, uh, tax liability." "taxes?" "in may?" "uh, s-something about an inheritance." "who died?" "oh, he didn't say." "what was the name of the bar where you met reeves?" "oh, ooh, i don't remember." "oh, the carlyle hotel, in the bar." "you ever hear bobby short?" "oh, sensational." ""sensational." i always loved that word." "the wife didn't mention anything about an inheritance, and it's not exactly tax season." "you know, if i didn't know better, i'd say jones was... what?" "you know." "fishy?" "no." "dodgy?" "no." "annie, i don't know what you mean by... homosexual." "what makes you say that?" "well, i know psychologists think that homosexuality is caused by a conflict between the id and the ego or some dominating mother." "i think that's all a bunch of crap." "just something in his body language, you know?" "the way he sat, the way he fussed with his clothes, how he used the word "sensational"" "like it was made out of milk chocolate. women have such great gaydar." ""gaydar"?" "mm." "(laughs) gaydar." "gaydar." "did you come up with that yourself?" "no, no." "i heard it somewhere." "chris." "sam, annie." "what do we got?" "well, annie here broughtn a tax accountant, which i think's a great lead if it was, uh, april 15th." "actually, annie has an interesting theory about robert reeves." "well, let's hear it, norris." "well, the accountant was obviously... um, i think maybe, uh, robert reeves is a, uh, was a homosexual." "what are you talkin' about?" "they met at a bar, and... and?" "and if the accountant were gay, and they were meeting after working hours-- robert reeves was a war hero" "and a family man." "is this the way you want his son to remember him?" "just hear her out. hear what?" "that because he had a drink with his accountant, that makes him a queer?" "i once shared an ice cream cone with a midget." "does that make me 4 foot tall?" "(stifles laugh) better question-- does any of this have anything to do with my investigation?" "find me the tough guy responsible for this!" "hey, robbie." "(robbie) hey." "is your mom around?" "nah, she's at the butcher's." "she said she'd be gone for a while, though. how about those knicks, huh?" "did you see game three?" "pretty amazing." "i know it wasn't the same without your dad." "did you find who killed him yet?" "not yet, but we will." "i promised you i would." "my dad had this way about him, you know?" "he was the man. it was the way he dressed, the way he laughed." "and whenever he was near, i felt like nothing could ever go wrong. i don't care about your dad." "your dad left. my dad died." "that's true, but your dad didn't give up on you." "your dad didn't have a choice." "my dad made two promises to me." "the first--if the knicks made it to a play-off, he'd take me to a game." "and when they did, he honored that promise." "we took the subway." "it was my first time taking it." "he held my hand." "god, i remember it like it was yesterday." "i remember he had a tattoo on the hand that always held mine." "it was, uh, a cobra, 'cause that had been his nickname when he was a kid--"cobra."" "so what was the second promise?" "it was my 4th birthday party." "he went for a walk in the woods, said he'd be right back." "that was the last time i ever saw him. now hand 'em over." "hand what over?" "the cigarettes." "give 'em to me." "how'd you know?" "i'm a detective, robbie." "i detect things." "where did you get these?" "they were my dad's. there are a lot of ways you can deal with what's happening to you right now." "this is not the way." "okay?" "catch. i'll talk to you later, robbie. sam?" "sam?" "what are you doing in re?" "i saw the diamonds." "i came in... the loose baseboard... i found this picture." "who is she?" "i don't know. this looks just like a place i remember living." "i even found this box right where i thought it would be." "look--no g.i. joes." "wait." "don'you see?" "this case brought me to this block so i could see this apartment building." "(whispers) i think this is where i lived." "i think this was my bedroom." "maybe." "and maybe it's just a coincidence." "(normal voice) i don't believe in coincidences." "i believe in the rlicued whimsy of fate. sam, you've suffered?" "this can happen-- hiccups in your mind." "(whispers) everything is connected." "this proves i'd go anywhere for a drink." "reeves used to frequent this place." "so?" "the kid had this matchbook." "it's from here." "said it belonged to his dad." "you know, a lot of people are gay, and you can't tell." "oh, yeah. like who?" "i don't know." "uh, rock hudson." "tyler, you sicken me." "what?" "the rock?" "yeah." "who's doing things to doris day you could only dream of?" "what's the matter with you?" "um, excuse me. we're tectives from the 1-2-5." "ever seen this guy before?" "why should i tell you?" "'cause someone beat him to death. so they finally killed?" "and now you fellas care." "who's the dead guy, a congressman?" "just answer the question, lulu. his name is bobby." "?" "very sweet." "he's one of those guys who just figured out who he really was, if you know what i mean. you know if he was, um, seeing an accountant by the name of jones?" "larry jones?" "whoo, not a chance." "larry's so deep in the closet he passes out business cards hoping to get rich, not lucky." "what can you tell us about violence in this area?" "hooligans from the bar across the park." "they like to get boomered on fridays and saturday nights and beat up the queers." "it's been really bad since the play-offs started." "just ask gary over there." "you see?" "reeves' murder is looking more and more like a hate crime." "what?" "( sets glass down) as opposed to an "i really, really like you" crime?" "okay, and i got mug shots, sketches, rap sheets." "there have been numerous incidents at this precinct, all athe same park with the exact same m.o." "looks like you got some gay bashers around here." ""gay bashing"?" "what's that, throwing a party for a queer?" "i don't know. i'm thinking of taking the old lady to see "soylent green." what do you think?" "it's supposed to be good." "we're not... we're not what?" "we're not gonna put this case on the back burner because reeves turned out to be homosexual." "i don't know what you're talkin' about." "unbelievable." "you know, this kind of rampant prejudice and hatred is gonna someday, quite literally, change this city--the physical landscape of this city-- in ways you can't even imagine and get us into other wars for even flimsier reasons" "than the one that just ended." "have fun, kids." "the crackers are made out of people!" "yeah." "what?" "least i can do is spoil the ending of the movie for that guy." "okay, forget him." "i guess that just leaves us." "sam-- based on these reports, these same guys are out there every weekend bashing heads in the park." "so we're gonna lay some bait with a wire on until we catch them." "bait?" "who's the bait?" "what?" "who, me?" "no. no. i... no, i don't look like a, uh... one of those." "(sam whispers) hey, chris." "you see anything out there yet?" "he can't hear you." "won't it be great when they invent 2-way technology for this kind of thing?" "yeah, right after they invent a world without paper." "(static) just thought you guys should know that this is making me really, really uncomfortable." "holy cow. that guy looked just like my uncle harold." "but my uncle harold-- he wasn't a-a... no, no, no, he took me to my first broadway musical." "wow. uncle harold?" "hey, boss." "i'm leavin' in a minute." "i'm taking denise to the movies." "a little eddie g. robinson, a little charlton heston, nobody gets hurt." "where are the others?" "well, tyler got a lead on the dead fairy." "they went to chase it." "why aren't you with them?" "ah, you kn. what's one less rocket lover in the world, right?" "get up." "what?" "get up." "so?" "he's a fruit fly. know whas worse than a fruit fly, ray?" "a murderer. there's nothing lower than a murderer." "so what's the difference who the victim was?" "no man has the right to take another man's life, no matter what you and i think." "there's a killer on the loose, and it's our job to pursue him to the very gates of hell." "do you understand this?" "boss, i-i'm-- tell me!" "you understand this?" "yeah." "i understand." "good" "nothing is happening." "yeah, i think so." "(man) queer!" "(shouting indistinctly)" "(man) get out of our park!" "(sam) game over, pal." "get to your knees!" "hands behind your head!" "do it!" "you okay, chris?" "i think so." "annie?" "yeah. yeah." "well done." "look at my guy." "look what you did to his face." "he's a beautiful boy." "look at him now." "also let me remind you that the murder victim is a decorated vietnam vet." "he'd want you to have that." "he was a perv and a queer." "which in your mind means he didn't have the right to a long, happy life, and his son didn't have the right to have his daddy. look, we like to mess those guys up." "they're disgusting, okay?" "but we didn't kill anybody." "we're just havin' fun, all right?" "so am i. (laughs)" "hey." "so the thing to remember about prison, which is where you're gonna go if you don't cooperate, is this--in prison, these things you find so offensive, well, they're an everyday occurrence perpetrated by big, strong men on little, skinny men" "as regular as breakfast." "in fact, a typical day in prison goes something like this-- breakfast, sodomy, exercise yard, sodomy, lunch, sodomy, arts and crafts, sodomy, dinner, major sodomy-- detective tyler, what's the difference between sodomy and major sodomy?" "well, major sodomy has a big kissing component." "i saw it." "saw what?" "jimmy, you don't gotta tell these guys nothin'!" "neither do you!" "ohh!" "(grunts) i-i-i saw two guys in the park." "go on." "okay, one of 'em was him." "they--they--they were, uh, they were kissing at first." "he said somethin' i-i couldn't hear." "and--and the other guy yanked his arm away, and--and he-- and he tried to get away, but he couldn't." "then he just threw that guy down to the ground." "and he just leaned over and started punching him, just punch after punch after punch." "and now you're telling me he's dead?" "you said he leaned over to punch him?" "did he ever kick him?" "no, no." "even when he was down on the ground, you're sure he bent over to keep punching the guy-- never kicked him, not even once?" "nope." "and when the killer ran away, was there anything funny about the way he ran off?" "yeah. how'd you know?" "yeah, there was." "yeah, he-- he was runnin' real fast f-for a guy with a limp." "so you were a captain, a leader of men." "that's right." "look, i see you got a lot to lose here-- your honor, your family's respect." "but robert reeves, by all accounts a good man and a fine officer, is dead." "now this isn't how we do things in the squad where i come from, but if you just tell us what happened, nobody has to know why you did it." "i'm not gonna say exactly what happened over there." "it's nobody's business." "but bob wanted to bring it back here, into the world, where everything's different. where everything's different?" "where you don't get to decide who lives or who dies, captain?" "it wasn't like that. you'd think you couldn't live with homosexuality, but you could live with being a murderer." "other there you might've killed to survive." "but you killed here because you didn't like a guy is queer." "look, bob thought he was living a lie when he got back." "he thought that a man of integrity wouldn't fear what other people thought of him." "you fear what people think of you." "i have to say, bob had courage." "i didn't mean to kill him." "i didn't." "i just... wanted to get away from him, but he wouldn't let me go, and when he went too far, i just... it all came apart." "yes, it did. it did." "it will do that." "it will all come apart in war and in peace." "cuff him." "gays in the military." "unbelievable." "what next?" "they're gonna want to get married?" "lucky coincidence, huh, tyler?" "you just happen to collar the very guys who see him killing reeves. i don't believe in coincidences, ray." "i believe in the curlicued whimsy of fate." "after all, everything's connected." "i still don't understand why you need to do this-- to ruin the memories of her husband?" "the only question carrie ann reeves wanted answered was "why?"" "now we know why." "can i get you something to drink or-- no. thank you." "um, ere's mething i wanted to say about your husband, mrs. reeves, something maybe you didn't know, something..." "something you need to know." "okay." "what is it?" "well, your husband was a very brave man, more courageous than most-- much more." "and he died for what he believed in, mrs. reeves." "and i wanted you to know that-- are you saying that someone killed him because of the war, detective?" "no. that's not what i'm saying at all." "well, then what?" "it was john fisher, his squad leader." "john fisher?" "why?" "* all my crying because he resented your husband's bravery." "he resented his honor, because john fisher realized" "that he could never be the man your husband was." "* to my old home and sometimes the most intolerant men are also the most afraid." "you gonna be okay?" "i guess." "you have to be..." "for your mom." "and you know what?" "you may not be able to see your dad, but if you try, you can still feel him." "come here." "close your eyes." "close 'em." "picture your dad." "can you feel him?" "'cause if you can feel him, then he's not reallyone." "he's here... now." "now is all there really is." "so anytime you need your dad," "?" "he'll be right there." "* i'm changing * arranging, i'm changing whoo!" "2-b!" "third time's a charm." "you find yourself yet?" "no. came close a couple times." "i'm starting to think you're right-- that 2008 is the illusion, and 1973 is definitely a reality, and the only thing that exists is right now." "whoa, 2-b!" "i think you're finally gettin' the hang of this." "* i'm changing * i'm changing * everything" "* oh * everything around me" "* the world is * a bad place * a bad place, a terrible place * * to live" "* oh, but i don't want to die * all my sorrow * sad tomorrow * take me back * to my old home" "* all my crying * oh, my crying * feel i'm dying * dying" "(heart beating) * take me back * take me back * to my old home * take me back home"