"previously on "nypd blue"." " remember what you said... the first time you were brought in with your mother, asking if i'd help, saying you wanted to live a different way?" "i remember." "you didn't want to steal, did you, maceo?" "i thought if i got arrested, i could stay up here." " this guy's got information." " you mean, your guy, huh?" " is this about turf, ray?" " anything your guy can tell me, i already know." "you're not afraid they're gonna come look for you?" "you take a look at that guy's eyes?" "he don't wanna find anybody." "[ lock clicking ]" " hey, who's there?" " it's me, bobby." "you okay?" "di-- bobby, make love to me." "oh!" "[ moans ] oh, god, bobby." "any problems with that?" "mm-mmm." "so, am i a ball breaker if i, uh, ask what it was about?" "what it's about?" "yeah." "i'm wondering if you changed your mind." "i wanted you to hold me." "i wanted to make love with you." "uh-huh." "if i gotta marry you to get back into bed with you, let's get married." "[ chuckles ] bobby, don't push me away now." "i don't want to push you away, diane." "you say yes to getting married like it's us going to the dentist." "i didn't mean it-- i didn't mean it that way." "you didn't mean it at all." "god forbid we just enjoy ourselves for 20 minutes." "don't come here looking to get laid, diane." "that's not why i came here." "we had too much going." "[ sighs ] that's not why i came." "i'll leave the key." "willie lopez." "willie carries a cell phone and a beeper." "shot six times." "i'll canvass." "andy." "[ chattering ]" " those are males." " yeah, huh?" "mmm. i know angela and peaches from vice." "a cop in a sector car saw them working the corner a couple minutes before this happened." " we know nothin' about this." " are you angela or peaches?" " peaches." " we got a sector car that puts you here." "yeah, but we didn't do nothin'." "so you dress like that for comfort then." "charge us for solicitation, you gotta catch us in the act, pretty boy." "don't tell me what i can do." "who's that?" "i don't know." "who is he, peaches?" "i don't recognize him." "you don't, huh?" "i don't recognize him." "see, now, i can check that out, peaches." "'cause i know this guy's name is willie lopez. and i will ask every single person... on this stroll here if they have ever seen you and him in conversation." "first yes, and you're a collar for impeding a homicide investigation." "why don't you guys bother someone else?" "'cause we wanna bother you two." "i told diane we didn't see it." "we heard the shots, we turned around the corner and saw the guy over willie with a gun." " what guy?" " i don't know." " you saw that too?" "uh-uh." "she was right by me." " evil ho!" " we're going to the station house, look at some pictures." " we told you what you wanted." " now you're gonna help us put a name... to the guy that you saw standing over willie." "you know why?" "because underneath those skirts, we know you got hearts of gold." " and johnsons in your underwear." "[ simone ] let's go." "diane." "make me take this ride with you." "girl, who said work 3rd street?" "did i say 10th avenue?" " don't start with me, peaches." " girl, you are making me sick." "i'm about ready to-- hey!" "hey!" " no arguing. in the car." " come on. get inside." "don't muss my wig." "excuse me. i'm looking for an officer cooper." "i'm cooper." "yeah. arthur fancy." "you have a maceo williams in custody?" "asked me to call you." "i just collared him in the terminal." "for doing what?" "he was holding a kilo of heroin, lieutenant." "i spotted him a few times looking wrong." "today he gets off this bus from florida." "he's real nervous." "i interdict him, ask to see his gym bag." "a key of smack." " what's his story?" " he doesn't know how it got there." "had your card in his wallet." "you found it, or he showed it to you?" "i found it." "then he asked me to call you." "he's back here." "come see me when you're done." "yeah." "maceo." "it's a mistake." "i don't how that got in there." "someone must've put it there." "i didn't know about it." "why would someone put heroin in your gym bag?" "i know, but that's the only thing that could've happened." "you want me to believe you?" "don't talk to me like a chump." "i'm just telling you what happened." " and i'm telling you you gotta do better than that." " i don't have to do anything." "what are you here for anyway?" "i didn't ask you here." " you're not my father." " no. for a couple months, i took care of you." " i'm not your father." " you got that right." "when the court gave your mother custody, maceo, you cut us off." "you didn't want me." "i didn't see a point staying in touch." "you know we fought to keep you." "i don't have to talk about this." "and if you can't get me out of here, i need a lawyer." "okay. okay." "you're 16 years old." "you go with a lawyer instead of cooperating, you'll get tried as an adult." "the kind of weight you were holding buys you 10 years." "were you running that smack for your mother?" "no." "are you her mule, maceo?" "i'm not talking to you anymore." "i'm not talking to anybody." "hiya, abby." "hey." "we're on for our non-lunch?" "absolutely." "i was thinking maybe we'd, uh, take a different path." " you lay the course out, i'll run it." " yeah. see you at 12:15." "12:15." " your pros come up with anyone?" " mm-mmm." "well, wanna give 'em a pep talk?" "yeah." "girls-- -how we supposed to recognize anyone off of these likenesses?" "yo, listen, diane." "before, on the street, you said," ""tell these cops about what happened, and they'll treat you square."" "and here we are, locked up like criminals." "i don't see cuffs on you, peaches, and i don't see you in a cell." "i think they know the guy who shot willie lopez." "they just don't want to give it up." "i told you we don't know the guy, and we didn't see him do the shooting." " balls." " peaches, you can trust these detectives the way you do me." " i don't trust you." " yeah, you do." "angela, when i picked you up those other times, i never hassled you." "i got everything pushed through as fast as i could... so you could get back on the stroll." "i always treated you with respect." " we don't know any names." " well-- - and don't you be making any noise." "don't screw yourself up here, angela." "her man's phesians." "and she concerned this guy's phesians's cousin, but phesians didn't have nothing to do with it." "this man and willie were beefing all week about money or something." " running her mouth." " give up a name, angela." "arthur cartwell." "but his cousin phesians didn't have nothing to do with it." " thanks for nothing." "thank you for dragging me down here..." " when you could've said i was in the lavatory." " shut up a second." " i'd like to be dismissed before this gets ugly." " you late to beat ugly." "shut up." "you talking about arthur cartwell that went away for murder?" " i know nothing about that." " looked to take down a dealer on 9th." " two kids got killed in an apartment." " i don't know." "give up his name, not act like she fell off a boat." "that's who it is." "just got out of jail a while ago." "and if you question arthur's cousin phesians regards to this, i will have a cut throat." "and i can testify that phesians was laid up in bed... with a stapho-something infection in his left calf." "don't mention phesians no more." "we're not interested in phesians, peaches, you understand?" "we're interested in arthur that was standing over willie with a gun in his hand." " bobby?" " what's up, greg?" "yeah. last beep came back to an arthur cartwell." "gave an address over on the bowery." "cell phone records are gonna take a while." "can you check to see if this guy cartwell is still in the system?" "i think he was up in plattsburgh." "yeah, sure." " can we please go?" " don't take no vacations." "i'm gonna take some coffee, and i'm gonna take some pastry too." "yeah." " you guys got a minute?" " yeah." "[ peaches ] ooh, look, they got doughnuts." "what do you got on your d.0.a.?" "remember that baby and that five-year-old that got murdered in the dealer's apartment?" " yeah." " these prosses, they said that they... saw arthur cartwell, who was in that apartment when the murders went down, standing over the d.0.a. this morning holding a gun." "which has to be wrong, right?" "cartwell's inside." " released september 18th." " [ scoffs ]" "look, i've got a situation." "that boy that lived with us for a while a few years ago-- that kid maceo?" "yeah, yeah." "collared at port authority muling a kilo of heroin." "i got a line on his mother." "i'm gonna go see her." "we got cartwell's address." "okay, let me know." "hey, boss, maybe there's a mix-up with the kid." "maybe there's a mix-up on cartwell too." "let's go." "these people are ruthless." "but the tall one is cute." "i'm wondering how phesians got his staph infection." "yeah, i don't know." "how many naughty things can you do with your left calf?" "unbelievable. asshole does six months behind acting in concert on two child homicides." "don't forget, arthur was doing hard time." "that's a maximum-security facility, plattsburgh." "yeah. is this it?" "yeah. the entrance is down there." "we'll take the back." "be careful." "hey, he's across the street." "i'm going this way." "hey, cartwell." "where are you going, huh?" "wait a minute!" "wait a minute!" "against the wall!" "i didn't do nothing." "i don't know how you got out." "i didn't do nothing the last time either." "shut up!" "upside with our penal system, arthur-- locked up repeatedly for crimes you don't commit." "at least we don't make you do much time, huh?" "whoa!" "let's go." "james, greg, we got him out here in the front." "[ medavoy on radio ] 10-4." "we're comin' around." "mace?" "lieutenant fancy." "how you doing, sherilee?" "fine." "can i come in and talk to you?" "uh, well, it's a little messy since i didn't know you was coming." "so is maceo here?" "no." "why?" "he in trouble?" "no." "my wife bumped into him on the street a couple of days ago." " he told her he quit school." " yeah, yeah." "he make up his mind to do something like that, how am i supposed to stop him?" "i wish you would've called me." "maybe i could've talked some sense into him." "lieutenant fancy, you the last person i'd call." "so when did you come back to new york?" "you were so set on south carolina." "yeah, well, it didn't work out down there." "yeah?" "seems like you're doing okay here." "mm-hmm." " this is a nice tv." " yeah, maceo bought that for me. see?" "he don't need to go to school." "he got a good job without it." " yeah?" "what's he doing?" " i don't gotta tell you that, but i will." " he's doing construction." " how about you, sherilee?" " you back on the stuff?" " i don't gotta tell you that either." "you're just trying to take my kid again." "come down here insulting me!" " yeah, you're using." " and you're in here without a warrant or my permission!" "you're using, and that's a big television set, sherilee." "big microwave. how are you putting that together?" "get out." "i'm not having this." " you get out!" "[ door opens ]" "?" "[ rap, indistinct ]" "i hope you're ashamed." "i hope you still have that in you." "he's raping me!" "okay." "man, you two ruining in my existence." "send me down 15 to life when i didn't even shoot nobody." " you killed those two kids." " the hell i did!" "i was present when it happened." "i wanna hear this story about how you got out of the joint, arthur. sit." "guard got killed on my tier." "i was a witness." " you ratted out the guy who did it." " [ scoffs ] i had no problem turning that con in." "and as far as them kids, y'all both know that was all rickie's doing." "i was in the wrong place." "wasn't nobody supposed to get shot." "here you are in the wrong place again, arthur, huh?" "this time with a gun in your hand, shooting willie lopez." "that ain't right." "if we find a gun in your apartment, that's not gonna turn out to be the murder weapon, huh?" "if it do, it don't mean nothing." "no?" "match it to the bullets in willie?" " don't mean nothing." " silly us, thinking that's evidence." "i had the gun, but i picked it up after willie got shot." " oh, after." " i'll tell y'all what happened." "the guys come around the corner in a chevy or something, and they start shooting at willie, who i'm talking to." "and the next thing i know, i got this gun in my hand, and i'm running." "what color chevy or something?" "yellow, i believe." "i mean, it's hard to remember." "one minute i'm standing there arguing, and then it's, like, bullets." "ayayay." "what were you arguing about?" "he owed me $600." "i just got out of jail, man." "you know, i needed that." "so i call him up on his beeper, and then he say that supposedly he gonna have the money today." " so i set up to meet him." " where's willie getting this money from?" "behind somebody owing some other money to him." "he didn't tell you who?" "no. so then i meet him, and then he tell me they didn't pay him the money like they're supposed to." "i'm, like, man, this ain't good." "then here come these guys in this yellow chevy." " arthur-- - we got eyewitnesses saw you do the shooting." "they didn't see me, because i didn't do it!" "we collar you last year." "you're hiding under... a pile of clothes in your buddy's closet." "you tell us that you're up there borrowing a book." "see, that gives you a low credibility rating." "you understand that, right, arthur?" "well, then, lock me up for false reasons." "it happened before." "i'll let him know." " hello, hello." " hello." "leo cohen." "i remember." "hope anticrime got some draft choices along with that other civilian aide." "someone else said that to me." "i really don't follow the meaning." "that's the last sports reference which will cross my lips in your presence, gina." "i understand you like arthur cartwell in the lopez homicide." " he says he didn't do it." " that's original." "administrative judge says next perp we don't get down there... within 24 hours of arrest walks out the door." "oh, that makes sense." "this even on a homicide charge?" " we gonna make that with cartwell?" " we're thinking we'll keep... him out of the system till we get the ballistics back." "you do what you want." "i'm advising you get him down to central booking." " okay, so now you're on record." " thanks for the advice." "prophet's never known in his own country." "last old testament reference too." " take this guy down?" " yeah." "i tell you, abby, the endorphin release... subsequent to these workouts has gotten to be the high point of my days." "so, if it feels this good, it's gotta be illegal, huh, greg?" "oh, yeah." "i feel subject to arrest." "[ laughing ] listen, on-on another subject, abby, uh, i was wondering at some point if, um, you'd like to have dinner?" "i'd like to a lot." "yeah?" "we could go out or, uh, i'd be delighted to prepare a meal." "uh, the one thing you should know, greg-- you did say yes, right?" "absolutely." "but i wanted to tell you that if you're thinking in terms of romantic possibilities, i, uh-- i should let you know now that i'm gay." "i see." "i always worry if i say that too late or too soon." "of course." "if-if you weren't, excuse me for being presumptuous." "not at all. certainly not." "[ sighs ] what-what night would be good for you?" "why don't i let you know, greg?" "certainly." "okay." "fine." "i saw your mother." "[ sighs ] that stuff, it was just too hard for her." "you need to stop laying it off on sherilee now, maceo." "it was you on that bus, you who had that smack." "and it's me in this cell." "i know that." "you want a lesson on being a man?" "skells lay fault somewhere else for doing what they did... and not doing what they need to straighten out." "i was the one who did it." "these guys from the redrum gang give me 1,500 bucks a trip." " that's the puerto rican gang?" " i go to miami and pick it up for 'em." "are you late for making this drop?" "after 4:00 this afternoon." "you gonna do what you need to here, maceo?" " say what?" " yeah." "on the gate." "[ keys jingling ]" " ray." " lieutenant." "i understand you're looking for us to help you out with some skell, huh?" "this is a good kid, ray." "uh-huh." "you want me to deal with someone else?" "lieutenant, my recollection-- your squad had problems with me, felt i wasn't considerate enough of some informant." " this is a different matter." " usually is when you're asking for a favor." "your group's working on the redrum crew, correct?" " and?" " this kid can help with that." "how is that a favor?" "he's willing to make a controlled delivery." "in exchange for walking on a kilo of smack." " has that ever happened?" " well, that's up to the u.s. attorney." "no, it's up to you talking to the u.s. attorney, saying you want it done." "you get the play on the collars, the kid gets another chance." "let me talk to the u.s. attorney." "yeah, kahlins, nydtf." "is he in?" "thank you." "detective, someone's here about that homicide." "thanks, gina." "excuse me. i'm detective simone." "how can i help you?" "father tom ferrell." "and this is my friend stanley angrist." "how do you do, sir?" "detective sipowicz." " how's it going?" " yeah." "we're here concerning that man who was shot on 3rd street this morning, near the corner of bowery." " how can you help us with that?" " stanley saw it from his apartment window." " can stanley speak?" " why don't you come on in and talk to us, mr. angrist?" "angrist. yeah." "go ahead, stanley. go ahead." "i'm gonna see patrice donnelly, and then i'll be back at the parish house." " thanks for your help, father." " yeah." " sit here." " can we get you something to drink?" "some coffee, sir?" "no. i'm jewish, but i know father ferrell from the neighborhood." "i'm here on his advice." "why don't you tell us what you saw, mr. angrist?" "two black guys standing in the street yelling at each other." "nothing new on that." "then a car comes around the corner, and another black guy leans out and shoots one of the guys who was arguing." "then the car backs up, and he shoots some more." "then the car starts forward." "the guy who was shooting throws his gun out of the window." "then the car takes off." "the other guy who was arguing-- the one who wasn't shot-- picks up the gun and runs off with it." "that's all i saw." "what can you tell us about the shooter?" "i'm on the fourth floor." "all i saw was the top of his head." "what kind of look at the car?" " blue-green nova." "that's the end of my statement." "the father agrees this is some kind of drug thing." "he's okay with me restricting my cooperation." "this is where i draw my line." " well, thanks for your help." " yeah." "yeah." "do you believe this arthur's telling the truth?" "let him stay in jail, rot for them other murders." "he can still help us with the shooting, andy." "luckiest african-american going." "exception for that big, dopey comedian." "what, sinbad?" "is that what they call him?" "[ scoffs ]" " hey." " hey." "a little something for you." "thanks very much." "yeah, sure." "you know, i think detective medavoy might be sick." "why do you say that?" "i don't know." "he looks ill." " let me see what's what." " thanks for the soda." "yeah." "how you doing, greg?" "i don't know what to tell you, james." "you feel all right?" "yeah, i feel all right physically." "i've had a surprise that took the wind from my sails." "what happened?" "well, i got the nerve finally... to ask abby to dinner-- how we discussed." "and?" "she tells me she's gay." "that's unbelievable." "can you believe that?" "you think she's being straight?" "or do i think this is a runaround... like the experience you had with adrienne?" "i don't, no. she seemed very straightforwardly." "this is what's what." "how'd you leave it with her?" "the two of you still gonna have dinner?" "yeah. i wasn't gonna withdraw the invitation, james." "i mean, i didn't even want to." "sure. why not have dinner with her?" "[ sighs ] yeah." "boy, you could've blown me over with a feather." "here, want this soda, greg?" "it'll give you a little energy boost." "nah. we've been restricting our sugar intake." "all right. there." "is there gonna be any shooting?" "there shouldn't be." "they're gonna pick you up along with everyone else." "so when the officer approaches, don't resist him." "just do what he tells you to." "they're gonna know it's me who gave 'em up." "we just have to take this one step at a time, maceo." "you got tall." "[ man on radio ] we are in position." "yeah, 10-4. he's coming out." "okay." "what's up, maceo?" " come to papa. come to papa." "so, the stuff in there?" "yeah." " see you next time." " yes!" "we have achieved liftoff." "let's go, amigos." "hit the wall." "freeze!" "don't move!" "let's go. come on." "against the wall." "all right." "come on. spread 'em." " you, my friend, are busted." " step back." "i want a lawyer." "yeah, we'll get right on that." "i didn't know that stuff was in there, man." "that kid set me up." "your boys in miami set you up!" "yo, call my lawyer, man." "the card's in my pocket." "you want me to call a lawyer?" "yeah." "i'll call you a doctor." "how's that?" "you stand there!" "you don't say a word!" "don't say a word!" "get him in the yellow car." "come on. let's go, let's go." "get him in." "put me in the system, come and get me out." "we found a witness that backed up your story." "you take somebody else's word, but i tell you what happened, and you lock me up." " who were the guys in that car?" " [ scoffs ] i don't know." "you do. you know who shot willie, but you don't want to have to tell us." "i do not know their identity." "know what my partner here wants to do?" "bury the witness statement." "let you do some time for this hummer beef." "see, that's just how low you people are." "yeah." "our concern for justice... gets a little dull with a guy who sits with his thumb up his ass... while his running partner blows the heads off of two little kids." "see, this witness, he don't want to go on the record, arthur." "so there's nobody else on this planet besides you, us... and the guys who did it that will know that you're an innocent man." "you would send me down for something you know i ain't do?" "sleep like babies." "it's up to you, arthur." "see, 'cause either way, we clear the case." "gerald vought and his cousin rickie did willie." "willie always pissing people off, just like he did me." "don't pay what he owe you, and then laugh in your face." "he work other people's corners and think they're gonna take it." "so, that's what happened to him." " gerald vought and his cousin rickie?" " that's right." " rickie what?" " cousin rickie." "last week, willie's out there throwing bullets at me." "i don't see y'all moving on him." "you make a complaint, rickie?" " no. i takes care of my own business." " attaboy, rickie." "it's bright choices like that put you on the successful path." " what's open?" " do you feel like a big man now, huh?" "bringing me in. dang that!" "[ simone ] what's going on, boss?" "i need the pokey room." "mr. arthur fancy." "always acting like god almighty above." "let me tell you, i stopped you before." "i'll stop you now." "you see if i don't." "shut your mouth." "everything's open but the pokey room." " greg." " sorry." "excuse me." "he's done muling for you, sherilee." "he was never muling for me." "i don't even know what that means." "maceo's got no job working construction." "he's running smack for the people you score from." "that's how you got the big-screen tv and your big new mi-- he told me he was working construction." "maceo says you got him the job making deliveries." " he said he did it for me?" " which makes you an accomplice." "well, he didn't do nothing for me." "he did any drug running, he did it on his own." "gave me a few presents, but... i don't know where the money came from." "you had him running smack so you could stay high." "now you're willing to let him go to jail for it." "you can't take his word over mine." "you go ahead, take me to court." "i beat you before." "i'll beat you again." "that judge believed me." "[ laughs ] that's what's got you all pissed off." "you're just a junkie now, sherilee." "maybe you started out something more, but that's all you are now." "well, you ain't taking my boy!" "you don't care about that boy." "i will send him to prison before i let you have him." "give me a pen." "yeah, give me a pen." "i wanna write this down." "i don't know nothing about what that boy was doing." " can you leave me alone for a minute?" " yeah, sure." "uh, i'll be right outside." "maybe prison will do him some good." "what i'm supposed to do?" "you'll be working with sergeant kahlins as the case goes through the system, giving testimony about sherilee and your other contacts in the gang." "i have to testify against my mother?" "that's the deal." "it's like the man says." "you'll be a probationary enrollee in a boot camp outside albany." "at the end of the trial, if the judge feels you've cooperated, he'll credit your probationary time against a two-years term." "you'll learn a trade up there, and your felony's expunged if you graduate." "then i'll just have a normal life." "it would be nice if every kid... got parents who looked out for 'em, maceo." "a lot of kids don't." "you didn't." "now we find out if that breaks you." "she meant staying clean when she took me back." "i gotta believe that much." "there's no harm believing that." " can i talk to her?" " no." "is cooper gonna want him back at port authority?" " that's my understanding, yeah." " okay. i'll run him up there." "so, they in there talking to those guys, huh?" "that fat cop and the other one, they're in there with the d.a.?" " and your friend rickie." " he give it up, rickie, by shooting willie lopez, right?" "you see, my information led to that." "i'm just a babysitter, arthur." "uh-huh." "'cause, see, you know that's worth hard money." "[ door opens ] what decision y'all come to?" "the decision we came to is that you're off the hook, arthur." "d.a. took a plea. see?" "i got y'all the clearance." " arthur's hoping there's some money... coming his way behind him helping you with your case." " that was good information." "[ sipowicz ] yeah?" "unless it's other circumstances, arthur, you ain't getting dick." "[ scoffs ] i only do that way in prison." "[ sighs ]" " hi." " hi." "i'm working undercover." "guy likes me tarted up." " oh, you were in vice, right?" " uh-huh." "i wish i had the balls to do that." "yeah?" "i'd give you this assignment for a nickel." "bobby and andy cleared that street homicide, huh?" "that first guy they liked's a scumbag, but it looks like he wasn't in it." "that arthur?" "arthur goes in last year... for a double child homicide, rats another con out for killing a guard." "arthur's back out on the street." "uh-huh." "how far are you into this guy?" "i guess about halfway." "assuming it's me into him." "i'm not sure what you mean." "neither am i." "do you like him?" "no. he's a real bad guy." "and i'm in kind of a state off some personal stuff, so, um, it's kinda hard to stay on top of things." "all's i gotta do is remember i'm a good girl, right?" "that's, uh-- that's the rumor i've been hearing." " what do you mean?" " everyone says what a good cop you are." "good person." "yeah, huh?" " i gotta pee." " good night." "good night, diane." " this is so good." " yes. yes." "was it a really big left turn for you?" "finding out i was gay?" "i-- i-- i won't deny i was somewhat surprised." "well, i really hope that doesn't stop us from being friends." "you know, to be honest, abby, i feel like... y-you could've told me earlier in on knowing each other." "you know, saved me some awkwardness in my thinking." "every time you came by... the machines, you were like a kid... who was afraid of the water, you know?" "you were sort of looking to me for encouragement." "i was worried that if i told you... that i was gay, it might scare you away from exercising." "oh." "and then i thought i'd tell you, and i'd stop using the machines for a while." "but that was me 10 years ago." "nah. that-- that would've been silly." "i sure hope we can get over this hurdle, 'cause i think you're a really nice person, and i enjoy spending time with you." "well, i-i do with you as well." "and your story of being concerned over my physical well-being, well, that-- that doesn't surprise me at all-- that type consideration." "i'm-- i'm sure that's very characteristic of you." "thanks, greg." "not at all." "did you enjoy your meals?" "very much." "it was really good." "very much so." "i can sign you out with me if you'd like to come to dinner." " put my nose in it." " no one wants to rub your nose into anything, maceo." "[ sighs ] the future keeps telling us what the past was about." "you make the past mean different things... by the way you use the time that comes after." "a few years ago, you spent some time with people who loved you, maceo." "that doesn't have to be some dream set away from the rest of your life." "lillian and the girls would be so happy to see you again." "you can meet our little boy." "what's his name?" "he's named after me." "why don't you come home with me, maceo?" "junior's got girls on all sides of him." "he'd love to have an older boy at the table." "i'm grateful you're helping me." "remember, life dealt you this card too." "[ chattering ] hee-ho." "hiya, jimmy." "mmm, looks yummy." "i was just sitting here realizing i hadn't eaten all day." "timmy, when'd you make the soup?" "lay off my mulligatawny." "did he tell you what day he made it?" "a fella called." "he'll call back at 9:00." "not be in." "said he'd call." " what's his big problem?" " that's him, you know." "yeah, great." "i'm surprised at you, jimmy, telling your business in front of me." "a white fella's supposed to ride with me to meet some... other people." "be here at 9:00 for the ride." "who are the other people?" "i thought you said you didn't do business with black guys." "you know, mouse, you stop drinking ginger ale, maybe i'd confide in you more." "no, jimmy." "in some ways i'd like to, but i don't wanna start." "slide that soup my way, huh?" "i haven't ate all day either." "sure." "[ sniffing ] mmm." "how's work?" "you gotta buy a building." "let me fix it up." "a couple months, that'll be doable." "yeah?" "what's in a couple months?" "but not if you're with a boss, you know." "you step out on your own." "i'm game." "i'm not afraid." "be a little afraid, mouse." "keeps you careful." "mmm. mmm. mmm!" "timmy, it's awful." "up yours, jimmy." "two months, mouse." "that's four times 576." "ak-47s." "the first and 15th if those knuckle-draggers aren't lying." "like i understand what you just said." "all for the noble cause." "which is what?" "what?" "what's the noble cause?" "i don't know any noble causes, mouse." "i know a bunch of assholes in belfast like singing themselves to sleep." "and maybe i get to buy you a building, but-- i don't understand what you're saying half the time, jimmy." "it's not important, is it?" "what?" "there you go." "slide that soup back over here." "sure." "i haven't eaten all day." "yeah, you were saying." " i feel light-headed." " you sleeping all right?" "oh, pretty much." "i got some situations." "i got a family situation, another situation." "um, anyway-- those are keeping you up?" "um, no, not really." "you know, you just-- you get upset and so forth and" "you wanna get out of dodge, mouse?" "you feeling light-headed?" "mmm. i feel like i said yes to that scotch." "how do you like that, the penance without the pleasure, huh?" "oh, yeah." "that's what it feels like." "you wanna get outta here, mouse?" "um-- yeah, maybe." "maybe we should go." "sure. you know, i got my car right out front." "you wanna leave your car if you're feeling light-headed?" "probably should." "what'll i say if somebody calls?" "you tell 'em we'll talk 5:00 tomorrow in person, or one of those things'll... get shoved in his belly or get shoved up his ass, and we'll see if it works." " see if his ass works?" " you wanna get clever on me, you, huh?" "i'm really dizzy, jimmy." "i'm gonna wind your watch up, pal." "come on, jimmy." "you okay, mouse?" "huh?" "we should go." "all right. let's go to chez liery. i'll straighten you right out, okay?" "yeah." " don't tell me chivalry's dead, mouse." "no." "come on. come on." "[ shushing ] i got ya now, mouse." "i got ya now."