" You got a minute, Lieutenant?" " Yeah, come on in." "I was wondering if you knew anything about this call I got from downtown." "They want me to take a position at O.E.E.O." "I was called for an evaluation." "I said I thought your work was outstanding." " Thanks." " So, you gonna take it?" " I'm not sure, Lieutenant." " It's important work." "Make sure people get a fair shot at the job." "Make sure once they got it, they're not harassed." "I know, I know." "I just, uh" " I just don't know if it's the kind of cop I wanna be." " Yeah." "Anyway, uh, I guess it's nice to be wanted." " Let me know what you decide." " I will." "And thanks for the good references." "Excuse me." "You from Building Maintenance?" "Yeah, I'm checking the specs on these work orders before they go out for bids." "You wanna make sure the place is falling down?" "Believe me, it's falling down." "When can we expect the repairs?" "I just report on the specs, Lieutenant." "Will you be doing that today?" "I should be able to, yeah." "Hey, the shower in the men's locker's on the fritz." "I got no report on it." "The pipes are blocked." "Guys are bringing in their own drain cleaner." " Detective Kelly, line one." " Somebody put some chemical reamer... in there last night, and a quart of some incompatible stuff got added this morning." "The gas fumes are like a World War I battlefield." " Yeah, it sounds bad." " Where's the location?" " What?" " I said, It sounds bad. "" "Bad enough for you to do something about it?" "I'm here checking work orders, Detective." "Andy, we got a shooting, Avenue C" and Fourth." " Greg, we got one." " Right, John." " Sharon, we got a shooting." " Real nose-to-the-grindstone type, aren't you, pal?" "Real problem-solvin'machine." "Press hard on your little work order pad." "Make sure that copy number 27 doesn't come out faint." "This'll really speed things up." "You think I'm stalling' progress here, John?" "These guys work in multiples of several years." " Anyways, a plugged shower falls under Custodial Services." " You pencil-pushin' hump!" "You can't come through here." "We gotta keep you back." " Where's the ambulance?" " Fifteen-minute delay." " This kid's in bad shape." " All right, son." "Ambulance is on the way." "Hang in there." "You hear me?" " You're gonna be okay." " Daddy?" "I got shot, Daddy." " Your shirt's still in the dryer." " Ambulance is on the way." "You hold on now." "You're gonna be okay." "Hang in there." " We should take him ourselves." "He's going." " Let me pull the car up." "Take it easy." " He is just child." " I know this kid." " Yes, sir." " He's a good kid." "His name is George Butler." "He's a neighborhood kid." "George, listen to me." "You're gonna be okay." " That's my boy." " Daddy..." " Mr. Butler?" "Mr. Butler." " That's my son." "George!" "George!" "George!" " George, George, George!" " You gotta give our guys a chance, Mr. Butler." "Mr. Butler, give 'em a chance." "Give our guys a chance." " That's my son." " Give us a chance." " Detective Sipowicz." " How's it goin', Mr. Bucci?" " I need to talk to you." " Just a second." "Sit down here." "Let's get Mr. Butler set up in Interview 1." "I'll run this by Fancy." "I'll be right back." "Okay?" "John." "I got Mr. Bucci in over there." "Okay, no problem." "Anything new on his daughter?" " Nothin' that I know about." " Okay." "Lieutenant, shooting victim is a 13-year-old male black." "Sharon's got his father inside right now." " He didn't see anything." " Did anybody?" " Martinez and Medavoy are doing the canvass." "So far, nothing." " 15th, Detective Squad." "Father said he was doing the family laundry and that he had a boom box, which is gone." "Lieutenant, your wife's on line three." "You better get back with the father." "For about six months now, this fella by the name of Dick Corday... has been looking after Jenny's case." " Uh-huh." " He's a good man, this Corday." "He's dogged, you know." "Real dogged." " You heard of him?" " No." "Mr. Bucci, I gave you names of good private investigators." "He had these made up." "See that?" "Color printing." "It's easy for people to recognize somebody... because we're used to seeing people in color." "Color of their hair, color of their eyes, their skin tone... which could mean the difference between somebody... thinking they may have seen Jenny and someone knowing that they did see her." "Especially after two and a half years." "Anything on your end?" "Every month I put the missing persons alert out again." "Every time there's an arrest with a similar M.O. Anywheres in the country..." "I contact the cops on the case." " Nothing's turned up." " Well, I'll get you a thousand more of those color flyers." "The photo's been touched up to show how she'd look now." "I'll see to it they get sent out." "Detective, I gotta tell you something." "The P.I., Corday, he made me promise not to say anything... but, hell, you work this case too." "I know that." "You kinda kept care of me... those few months afterJenny disappeared." "Mr. Bucci, what do you wanna tell me?" "I'm sorry." "He's still in a meeting." "I'm not telling you this as a cop, you understand?" "He asked me not to say anything, but... we're getting close to her." "I can't say about the details now." "An article of clothing is involved... and there's some other supporting evidence which I can't say about." " Which this P.I.'s developed." " Yeah." "That's right." "That's right." "Detective, I think..." "we're gonna get her back." "I won't have my boy buried in this city." "I won't have my boy buried in this state." "This place didn't deserve him when he was alive." "They ain't gonna get him dead." "Mr. Butler, do you have other family?" "My boy lost his mother... to drugs, to the street... whatever you want to call it... when he was six." "Seven years back." "Long time ago." "My sister lives with us now." "She waiting' for me at home." " Did he have any enemies, somebody he didn't get along with?" " No." "Listen." "Do you know how many guns... there are in that neighborhood?" "How many kids got guns?" "We understand about the guns, Mr. Butler." "There was no one specific that George didn't get along with?" "Nobody." "We did everything together." "I supervised his homework." "We worked out at the Y" together." "We talked." "If anything like that had been happenin'..." "George would have told me... and if he hadn't told me, I'd have known anyway." "Did George ever have any trouble with the police?" "No." "No." "I did." "I got into some drugs and I stole a car." "I was only 18, and then I did 2 years... but I was lucky." "I learned something from it." "And I saw to it that George did too." "He was takin' all the right roads." "Did he have a best friend?" "Me." "I was his best friend." "Mm." "I can give you the names of some other kids he saw." "Yeah." "He didn't... have a girlfriend yet." "He was starting to get interested." "Mr. Butler?" "I'm Arthur Fancy." "My wife just called me." "She said your sister's a friend of hers from the youth program at St. Francis." "Okay." "You know what?" "Let's start running down these names." "Mr. Butler, if you think of anything that might help us, you got the card, okay?" "You call." "Anytime." "I'm sorry for your loss." "This city... is empty." "The buildings... the people, the cars." "You gotta take things a minute at a time now." "I was only strong for my boy." "I can't get my mind off of who did this to him." "We'll take care of that part." "We'll find who did this." "Believe me, we will." "Your job is to take care of yourself." "You better find out." "That's all I got to say." "You better find who did this." "Hey." "John, I'm gonna have to put some more time on this Bucci thing." "How's that goin'?" "The father thinks there's a big break." "This P.I. He's hired is on to somethin'." " Any chance of that?" " I don't know." "People win the lottery." "I just never met any of'em." "I'm gonna see this private investigator... and offer him the department's full cooperation." " Talk later." " Yeah." "On your 4-to-12 tour, would you request special attention on this Butler shooting?" " Will do, Detective." " Detective LaSalle." " Hmm?" " Talk to you for a minute?" " Sure." " Um..." "I know that before you came here you worked Special Victims... and that's really what I want to do." "I talked to the people over there, but I haven't heard anything yet." "I don't know how things work, but would it be out of line... for me to ask you to check on my application?" "No." "I know people I can reach out to there." "Detective LaSalle?" "This girl says she has somethin' on the Butler homicide." "I'll see if there's anything I can help you out with." " Great." "I appreciate it." " I'm Detective LaSalle." "We'll go upstairs and we'll talk up there." "How you gonna help us, Tashana?" "I know one of them that was there when Butler got shot." " You saw the shooting?" " No, but this guy was talkin' about it." " To you?" " No, to my girlfriend." "The guy doin' the talkin', what's his name?" "Um, don't you-all have some type of fund that you-all give to people... who help you-all get it done?" "We got a fund, yeah." "Well, see, with my baby comin'..." "I'm gonna need some money to get some diapers and play stuff." "How much you gonna need for diapers and play stuff?" "Um, 500." "500 oughta do it." "I'm not tryin' to make no money off of George gettin' shot." "It's just that I need somethin' too." "You know what I'm sayin'?" "Okay, Tashana, but this can't be a could be," would be," or maybe. "" "We need a name and address, and if this guy is right for the murder, you get your 500." "Okay." "His street name is C-Dawg, but his real name is Thomas Lennox." "He live atJefferson Projects on 113th Street... and the other two guys, one of them is called Prince... and I don't know the other one's name." "But C-Dawg was there when the whole thing went down... when that boy got killed." " He told your girlfriend that?" " Yeah, 'cause he don't talk to me... 'cause he screwed me, gave me this kid." "C" " Dawg don't talk to me, 'cause now he goin' with my girlfriend, Kendra." "Come in." "Ah." "Come on in, Detective." "You're workin' for Dominic Bucci regarding' his daughter's disappearance?" " That's information he communicated to you?" " Correct." "Then I'll confirm it." "Please." "Why don't you fill me in on the status of the case?" "Not unless Mr. Bucci authorizes me to discuss those particulars." "Hey, me and you, we both want to find Mr. Bucci's missing daughter, don't we?" "I have devoted a good part of the last six months to bringing that about." "So let's not snag our pants on your sharp ethics here, all right?" "Why don't you just show me where you're at?" "A lot of this is raw data." "I don't know how you work, Sipowicz, but me..." "I like to keep most of an active investigation in my head." "All right." "Let me see the paper." "We'll look in your head later." "Just so you know, not everything's in here." "Yeah." "I see you took three trips to Florida." "Hmm." "Possible sightings." "They, uh..." "They didn't prove out." "Who's this, uh..." "Who's this Carolyn Case?" "Oh, a woman who has been very successful finding lost objects and people." " And how does she do that?" " She's worked with a lot of police departments." "Are we talkin' about the type of person... that closes her eyes and rolls her head around... like Whoopi Goldberg, sayin' stuff like..." ""I'm gettin'a vision of water"?" "Are we talkin' about a psychic here, P.I. Corday?" "She has also worked with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms." "Is she the one that green-lighted that raid down in Wacko," Texas, there?" "That was near water, wasn't it?" "I mean, they had a big tank in their compound." "You wanna make light of this?" "Practice your ridicule?" "Please." "Call Mr. Bucci." "I don't think he'd be real amused." "He happens to be very impressed with this woman." "So am I." "Mr. Bucci said something about... finding a piece of his daughter's clothing... maybe a sighting ofJenny." "I'm not going to discuss those aspects of the case with you." "If you got a piece of that girl's clothing, I wanna see it." "Look." "I am having it analyzed at a laboratory." "Once I've ascertained it's legitimacy..." "I will involve the proper authorities." "Yeah?" "Well, while you're ascertaining on that, why don't you tell me... where I can find this psychic woman so I can ascertain on her." " I'm gonna tell you why you're here." " Somebody telling' lies is why." "You can ask for your lawyer, and I'll put you in a cell, or listen." "What's it gonna be?" "Go ahead." "Talk." "Thomas, where you're at... right here, right now... is the best place you're gonna be in for a long time." "You're in a position to help yourself." "You got nice legs." "Be all right if I look up your dress?" " What's your street name?" " C-Dawg." "Well, C-Dawg, you must be some kind of moron... because I'm tryin' to help you, and you go and say somethin' to piss me off." "What were you gonna say?" "You're past your 16th birthday now, Thomas." "You're not goin' into Spofford this time." "You're goin' to Rikers." "You heard about it." "Now you're gonna see it." "Welcome to the big leagues." "We have witnesses put you at this murder." "That means whether you pulled the trigger or not, you're goin' away for murder." "That's 25 years... nine years more than you've been alive." " I didn't do no murder." " Maybe you can help yourself." "Because the major weight's gonna fall on who pulled the trigger." "If you didn't do that, you're gonna have to give up a name now." "If you did pull the trigger, maybe you better shut up and call your lawyer." " You wanna do that?" " I told you I didn't do no murder!" " I don't have a gun yet." " Who had the gun?" "Your buddy Prince, or this other guy?" "Prince or maybe Shabazz." "I don't know." "I was down the street, I heard the shot, and I booked." " Where can we find Shabazz?" " He a friend of Prince's from downtown." "I don't know where he lives." "We wanted the kid's radio was all." "I was a block away when that kid got capped." " They call you Prince, huh?" " Right, Prince." "Uh-huh." "Well, Prince, we got you and C" " Dawg for murder, did you know that?" "No, man!" "No, no!" "No way!" "Uh-uh." "You know the law?" "You don't actually have to pull the trigger." "All you have to do is be standin' there to collect 25 years." "They call it acting in concert. "" "Now, I got you, I got your friend... and I'm gonna get the other guy, and if I don't get any help from you..." "I got no reason to give you any slack on that." "Even if I find out you didn't shoot the kid, you don't help me, I don't help you." "Why would you help me?" "Because you're in a position to save me some time and trouble, that's all." "Kid's name is Shabazz." "They went to West Virginia together..." "Okay." "The train's pullin' out, Prince." "We got Shabazz's name, and we know about your little trip to West Virginia." "Wait a minute." "Hold up!" "I still know some stuff I could tell you." "You better tell me now, then, because if you lie..." "I'm gonna lock you down, and we're gonna do this the hard way." "Do you understand?" "Me and Shabazz went to West Virginia to get guns." "We sold three eight-balls of crack, we got a. 38, two. 9s... a. 44 Desert Eagle automatic." " What happened to those guns?" " Shabazz sold 'em." " 'Cept for the. 44." " Kept that for himself, used it on George Butler, huh?" "Who's that?" "That's the kid with the radio." "Yeah, he used it on him." "Why?" "You already had the radio." "He wanted to, I guess." "Yeah." "Okay." "I'm gonna need a real name on Shabazz and an address right now." "Shabazz Hamilton." "He's at 559 West Eleventh Street." "Number 418." " Pick him up." " Yeah." "Would you be careful when you set it down, please?" " Oh, no." " Hey, move it!" " Oh, no." " Oh, great." "It's probably damaged." "We're gonna look at it." " Johnny, can I get some advice from you?" " Sure." " Johnny, can I get some advice from you?" " Sure." "They offered me a job at the Office of Equal Employment Opportunity." "Is that right?" "Upside is there's probably a promotion to first grade detective." "Downside is I don't know if I'd like that kind of job." "Yeah." "Well, I don't know." "That racial and sexual harassment's important stuff, though." " I know, I know." "I just don't know if it's me." " Yeah." "What's a first grade bump?" "Seven grand?" "7,500, and we could really use that money." "Plus no more shift work." "Yeah, definitely be more regular for the boys." "Come on, buddy!" "You know, when we came on that kid dying' on the street yesterday... all I could think about was Danny." " Mm-hmm." "Yeah." " Seein' him lyin' there." "I keep thinkin' about that." " Yeah." " Ain't got all day!" "I didn't join up to be the kind of cop they're offering'me to be... but, Johnny, I'm not the same." "I'm not the same person I was when I joined up." " I know." " Let's move it!" "I know." "Here we go." "Come on." " Shabazz inside?" " Guy outside says he saw him go in an hour ago." " He hasn't come out yet." " Can we secure the roof?" "We got a couple guys up there now." "No warrant." "Gotta get him to open up." "What's up?" "Who is it?" "Anybody order a paid package?" " Police!" " Get off me, man!" " You Shabazz Hamilton?" " Yeah, I'm Shabazz." "What do you want?" " You're under arrest." " I didn't do nothin', man!" " All clear in there, right?" " Yeah, clear." " Look what I found." " You got a search warrant?" " It was in plain sight." " It was under the mattress!" "Maybe it slipped out." "Sha-bazz." "Shabazz, C-Dawg and Prince tell me that you shot this kid." "And the gun we found in your apartment... ballistics is gonna tell me it was the one used on George Butler... and that it's got your prints all over it, aren't they?" "I got you." "I got nothin' to say, man." "Good." "Good." "I want you to shut up." "Know why?" "When you go to trial for this murder... then you'll get the full 25." "And after that, you'll start your federal bit... for transporting weapons across state lines... and it's my guess that the state will take you back on the felony sale... for the guns that you and nitwit number one picked up in West Virginia." "Look." "You prove I did the crime, I'll do the time." "Hear me?" " Yo, can I go to my cell now?" " Yeah, you can go to your cell, you little prick." "You are gonna bounce around this system... like a little rubber ball for the rest of your life." "Detective Kelly, would you mind if I had a moment or two alone with Shabazz?" "If you wanna waste your time with this asshole, that's up to you." "I have a report to start." "Have a nice life, Shabazz." "I'm not gonna lie to you." "You're in a lot of trouble." "But it doesn't have to be the way my partner said." "You're a young guy, and the way the world is... you know how easy it is to make mistakes." "Judges and courts know that too." "Yeah, well, your partner's an asshole." "Detective Kelly just thinks that you're tryin' to get over on him, make his job harder." "He gives me no respect, man!" "Zero!" "I'm not saying he's right." "Just that's the way he sees it, you know." "The fact is, you could really help us out here." "And if you did that, I know I could get him to lighten up a ton." "What about them other charges he was talkin' about?" "You tell us what went on outside that Laundromat, and we all go home early." "Those firearms charges, possession and illegal sale, it's penny-ante stuff." "The system doesn't have time or money for that." "Want a cup of coffee?" "Take a few minutes to think about it?" "Why don't I get you a cup of coffee?" "Yeah, okay." "Coffee." "Three sugars, black." " How's it goin'?" " You got the blood pumpin' through his brain." "I'm gonna get him coffee, see if I can't get him to buy into the homicide." " Think he'll go for it?" " The gun?" "I don't know." "I think he might put himself on the scene... thanks to you being such a prick." "Kelly, we got an escaped prisoner!" "Come here, Shabazz!" "We got an escape!" "Hey!" " What's goin'on?" " What happened?" "Alert downstairs and get an ambulance." "Did he get out?" "He get away?" " We'll get him back." " What happened?" "He ripped the grill off and nailed her." " You all right, Sharon?" " Oh, yeah." " Did somebody call an ambulance?" " Yeah, just did it." " Lay there until E.M.S. Comes." " Easy." "Damn it!" "You would be Detective Andrew Sipowicz." "You must be psychic." "Mr. Corday called, said you were coming by." "Come in." "Kinda pink in here, huh?" "How can I help you, Detective?" "You can tell me about how you been helpin' Corday... in his work on theJennifer Bucci case." "You know, Detective, I sense a strong... skeptical energy nexus around you." "Maybe you can disappear it by telling me about... your last terrestrial contact with Dominic Bucci." " It was a very exciting session for both of us." " Yeah?" "And why was that?" "He brought me an article of clothing Mr. Corday had recovered." "Mr. Bucci remembered it as being exactly similar... to the blouse his daughterJenny wore the day she disappeared." "I got emanations off this blouse... a very strong sense from this blouse." "And what was the upshot of the emanations?" "My strong sense was thatJenny may have worn the blouse." "I'm sure in your line of work, Detective, you've come across many things... you haven't been able to explain." "Each of us has our own conceptual tool kit we work with." "I've developed mine in special ways." "It might help you to try and accept that." " Where'd Corday get the clothing from?" " A field associate, I believe." "For my purposes, that's irrelevant." "Can I tell you that when I was able to make available to Mr. Bucci that... this could be Jenny's blouse... it was a transformational experience for both of us." "Really beautiful." "I could always sense a withheld joy in Mr. Bucci." "That joy was gestating... and I was so proud to be able to facilitate its birth." "That..." "That just made me feel marvelous." "Maybe it's being here in this nice, pink environment, but..." "I got a strong, marvelous feeling from emanations... or whatever that I know exactly what's goin' on here." "How much money you makin' out of this, Carolyn?" "My fees are confidential." "Thanks for the seance, huh?" " Lieutenant?" "I have those work orders you asked for," " Yeah." " And building maintenance is on line three for you." " Thank you." "Lieutenant Fancy." "Yeah, I'm starin' at three work orders here." "I had a prisoner escape and an officer injured... because you people didn't get around to 'em." "I want these repairs that we've asked for done by 12:00 tonight... or I'm gonna have somebody's ass!" "Look to the right." " We're lookin' for a Shabazz Hamilton." " How ya doin'?" " I'm okay." " I want a workup on every address he's given us... every time we've arrested him." "Same for every kid we've ever busted with him." "Also, check his old arrest reports for telephone numbers he's given us... when we've picked him up, and get those addresses out of the Cole's directory." " Hiya, Mr. Butler." " Okay, that's it." " Mr. Butler." " What's goin' on here?" "Um, let's go into my office." "Dead kid's father must be real happy, huh?" "Yeah, Fancy called him and told him we had the perpetrator in custody." "How's Mr. Bucci?" "This P.I.'s been workin' him for six months." "He's got him set up for the blow off." " What's the verdict?" "How is she?" " I'm fine." "There may be broken bones under the eye here." "She ought to be checked out." " I'm fine for workin'." " Why don't you just have it looked at?" "Looks like you're gonna be a half member of the raccoons' club." "How long is this X ray gonna take?" "If you're okay, you'll be back on the street in a half hour." "I'm not gonna try to excuse what happened here." "You let him get away." "You let the one who killed my son get away." "We'll pick him up." "He's got no resources, no money." "There's a limited number of places he can go." "We'll pick him up probably within 24 hours." "Yeah, and I'm supposed to believe that, huh?" "I realize it's hard to put stock in what I'm telling you." "I don't wanna hear it." "I do not want to hear no more." "You understand, Lieutenant?" " Last time you told me, Take it day by day," didn't you?" " That still holds." "Well, that's what I'm gonna do." "I know exactly how I'm going to be spendin' my days and my nights, Lieutenant." "Mr. Butler, stay out of this." "The world isn't so rich it can afford to lose your boy and you." "Time for us to have a little talk." "What's on your mind, Detective?" "I been to see the pink lady." " I heard." "She said you're a real dubious person." " I'm hurt by that." "She told me that you came up with the missing girl's blouse... and that she I.D.'d it off the emanations." " Let's say that's true." " What's the next move?" "You tell the grieving father how your field associate... the guy that found the blouse in the Salvation Army... or whatever story you're going to come up with... now he's made a sighting of the girl, maybe wandering around homeless... with amnesia, uh, but he's gonna need big bucks to follow through?" "Then Mr. Bucci pays, and the footprints peter out again." "You got somethin' like that in mind?" "I'm a licensed private investigator conducting a legitimate investigation." "Every step that I take is approved in advance by the client." " That's the bottom line here, Sipowicz." " Wrong." "Under that is I want a piece of this." "You want a piece of what?" "I've been trying to find the man's daughter." "That's all." "I'm guessin' you're gonna ask him for 50,000." "Yeah, well, that's none of your business." "If you're gettin' more, God bless, but I want 25." "You're full of crap on this, Sipowicz." "I'm tellin' you what I want to let you make your play." "All right." "Say, for nuisance value... to reduce the aggravation..." "I gave you, uh, five grand." "Say I bust you in the mouth, 'cause you're gonna say 25 with or without teeth." "All right, say I gave you 25... but for that 25, you'd have to earn that kind of money." "I wouldn't be givin' you that to stay outta my way." " I'm listenin'." " Yeah." "You'd have to help sell the old man." "Tell him the lead off the blouse looks strong... and prepare him if it, uh, might not work out." "I don't want him giving up hope." "This is a well we're workin' here, Sipowicz." "It's by no means dry." "You prepared to earn your money?" "He, uh..." "He trusts you, you know." " I'll do my part." "You do yours." " You better do your part." "Because you don't get your money till he writes the check." "All right, say I gave you 25... but for that 25,you'd have to earn that kind of money." " I wouldn't be givin'you that to stay outta my way." " I'm listenin'." "You'd have to help sell the old man." "Tell him the lead off the blouse looks strong... and prepare him if it, uh, might not work out." "I don't want him giving up hope." "This is a well we're workin'here, Sipowicz." "It's by no means dry." "You wanna file a criminal complaint against this guy?" "No." "You want me to say a few things out of my experience... as an outsider on this?" "As an outsider on this?" "Dom." "I think that would be a good thing." "Detective, please." "You told me two and a half years ago when Jenny disappeared... how much you blamed yourself for sending her to the bank with the money from the store." "I thought I was such a big man." "Everybody in the neighborhood respected me so much." "That would protect her." "You feel like you might have cost your daughter her life." "Her life, yes." "And if you could find her, you could correct that mistake." "But it doesn't work that way, Mr. Bucci." "I hate myself." "I lie awake at night sometimes doing that, you know." "Yeah, I do know." "You gotta get on with your life." "Take your time and money and do things for yourself... and for your wife, for other people... things that make you feel good again." "And then if your daughter does show up, it'll be a blessing." "And, if she doesn't, then... you're doin' what you can to live." "Maybe you're right." "I don't know." "Knowing doesn't happen all at once." "You gotta grow into it." "Think you might be able to do that?" "I'm gonna try." "I really am gonna try, Angela." "That doesn't mean you give up hope." " No." " No, you just..." "I understand." "I understand what you're sayin' to me." "I do." "Mrs. Clarence?" "This is DetectiveJames Martinez." "I spoke to you this afternoon about Shabazz Hamilton?" "I wanted to check back, see if you've heard anything." "Is this the Emergency Room?" "Yeah, this is Detective LaSalle with the 15th Squad." "I wanted to check back, see if you treated a black male, 5'7", 150 pounds..." " for any injuries that might be related to a fall." " He's returned to custody." " This is Detective Medavoy." " I know." "I wanted to check back." " This is Detective Kelly." " Thank you." "Let me speak to your dispatcher." "...possible injuries related to a fall... on a heavyset black male." "Dispatcher?" "Yeah, Kelly." "Mm-hmm." "Well, put it over the air again." "Okay, let me make this simple for you." "Any cabbie that made a pickup in the vicinity of the prec..." "Uh-huh." "Well, maybe somebody was on a break." "Right." "Thank you." "What'd he do, fall down a rat hole?" "At least we know he'd be comfortable." "Easy, Mr. Butler." "Move it." "Never mind." "Get in it." "Get in it!" "A friend of mine tipped me to a bridge... where I'd find this piece of garbage under." " You did the right thing bringing'him in." " Yeah." "I'm kinda surprised he's still alive myself." "I did it for George." "You know, I owe my son." "This is how I taught him it should be... and I can't betray my son by... by goin' against what I taught him." "Your son would be proud of you now." "Medavoy, Martinez, take care of the prisoner in my office." "Sure, Lieutenant." "Step out." "All right, come on." "Move it." "Watch your step." "Let's go." "Be a good boy." "All right." "Here we are." "Watch your step." "Let's go, asshole." "This is as pure a piece of entrapment I've encountered in 23 years as an investigator." " Shut your mouth." " The bust isn't gonna hold up, Sipowicz." "You're the one proposed the bribe." "I say the bust is gonna hold up... and if it doesn't, I've lost 'em before." "Meanwhile, you're gonna be off the streets and outta that man's life." "Now, sit down." "Yeah." "Probably tryin' to run some game of your own." "Tryin' to eliminate the competition." "You know how I know that I'm evolving towards... a higher planetary consciousness, Corday, huh?" "Just like your psychic friend said:" "I know I'm gettin' a better planetary tool kit... 'cause I didn't just punch your lights out." " Good night, Donna." " Good night." "Lieutenant." " You got a minute?" " Yeah." "On that Equal Employment job?" " I guess I've decided to take it." " All right." "Yeah, it's important work, and, um... the two kids I got home waitin' for me nights... they own more of me now than when Danny was alive." "I've got a lot of respect for the way that you've carried yourself... from the day you got here." "Some day that was, huh?" "Yeah." "I'll miss having you in my command, and I'm gonna miss you personally." "Thanks." "Lieutenant, would you keep the door open a crack in case I have second thoughts?" "Sure." "Given your new job, would I be on thin ice if I gave you a good-bye hug?" "You better give me a hug." " Good luck." " Thanks." "Thanks, Lieutenant." " Good night." " Oh, Officer Licalsi." "I made that call over to Special Victims like you asked." "What'd you find out?" "They didn't feel you came off great in your interview." " What'd I do wrong?" " No, no, no, no." "It's not like you did anything wrong." "Uh, they just felt that, uh, the way you carry yourself and such, it isn't a manner... that would inspire a woman that'd been raped to confide in you." "I don't know if that's fair." "I was talking to an interview panel, I wasn't talking to somebody who'd been raped." "I think what the feeling was is, uh... what makes you a good street cop... can work against you when you're tryin' to deal with a rape victim." "It's not a hopeless situation." "Work on your presentation." "In six months, go back over." "So you agree with their evaluation?" "Oh, I don't know you well enough to say that, uh... but empathy is something that you can work on." "There are special skills that you can develop." "I'd be happy to work on it with you." "If you'd like to do that, call me at O.E.E.O." " You're transferring?" " Yeah, as ofThursday." "I'll call you, and I'll give you my number, okay?" " Hey, thanks a lot." " No problem." "You feel like slammin' a few club sodas?" "I'm off the stuff, but, yeah, I could go for some kind of regional soft drink." "15th, Detective Squad." "One moment, please." "Detective Sipowicz?" "Dominic Bucci on line two for you." "John, I think we're gonna be postponing this rampage to another night." "Uh, yeah, Mr. Bucci?" "Yeah, how are you?" "What kind of possible development?" "Where are you?" "Hmm." "Yeah." "All right." " Hey." "Hey, my plans just fell through." " Hey." "How does making' dinner for you and the boys sound?" " Great." "Great." " Good." "I'm gonna take that job." "Good for you." "Good for you." "I'm gonna miss you, Johnny." " Thank you for helping me along." " Hey." "Come on." "You are changin' tax brackets, not your friends, right?" "Hmm?" " Right." " Huh?" " I'm gonna go get my coat." " All right." "I'll be here." " Thanks for coming, Detective." " Yeah." "What's goin' on, Dom?" "Well, I..." "I was walking." "Now, here's the thing." "Here's the reason I contacted you." "Detective..." "I swear I heard her voice... coming from that apartment right there... the one on the ground floor with the lights on." " Now, I know how this must sound to you," " Mr. Bucci... but I'm asking you, please, Detective, j- just do this for me." " She wasn't there." " No." "Uh..." "Please... don't tell my wife that I called you, okay?" "No, I won't." "Come on." "I'll walk with you." "Yeah."