♪ ♪
- Come on, Carrie! - It's okay, we're still in this.
Though it might help if you aimed a little more for the gutter.
Come on, Moyer, stop breaking her balls.
She's new here.
Ignore them. You're doing great.
You can still pick up the spare.
Yeah, I know what I'm supposed to do,
it's actually doing it that's the problem.
Forget the score.
You're here to meet friends.
You're part of the NYPD family now.
Don't rub it in. And by the way, I'm here because
a human arm can only be twisted so far
before permanent injury.
Woman (Over P.A.): 197.
Focus.
Here I go.
Okay.
Bring it home, baby.
Wow! I did it!
(All cheer)
So, obviously, you guys are doing pretty well.
Listen, I want you to keep keeping score,
but stop cheating, all right?
Get out. It's embarrassing. Good night.
Carrie, this guy teaching you the ropes?
Yeah, you know, it's not like Syracuse,
which he likes to remind me.
Al burns, "big city cop," I love it.
Al: Here we go.
His first six months when he was working homicide
in the 116, I swear, he thinks the BQE is a sandwich.
One time! It was one time!
Do you believe I put up with
this guy as a partner for five years?
Oh, you put up with me?
Yeah. For real,
without Jim, six months, I would have been back in Syracuse.
Plus, he let me sleep on his couch for five weeks
when a sublet fell through.
- Al says you're the real deal. - Really?
Yeah. They could use some murder police in the 117.
Get your numbers up?
We're doing just fine.
Hello?
Am I the only one bowling? Adam?
- (Woman): Owner of a blue Dodge Durango... - Jim, is that your truck?
- License plate RQ... - Yeah, yeah, hell, that is me.
- Your lights are on. - You know what?
I'll go with you. I'm jonesing for a smoke.
Don't whine if I got a strike on the board when you come back.
Yeah, in your dreams, brother.
Just saying.
Was I wrong?
(Laughs) No.
Good guy, right?
Yeah, he's a great guy,
and he seems to really like you.
You sound surprised.
No, I'm not.
I'm happy for you. You made a really good life here.
(Engine revs, tires squeal, gunshots)
Al: We got two officers shot!
Call a 13!
I'm okay. Just help Kelly.
Al's with him. Kelly's gonna be fine, okay?
Oh, God, Jim.
Hold on.
Oh, God!
Did anyone see the shooter?!
Hold on.
We'll get you some help.
Just breathe. Focus on breathing.
Somebody get him a damn car!
(Sirens wail)
Oh, hey. Chaplain called their wives. They're on their way.
They're stabilizing Moyer. The bullet lodged in the shoulder.
Kelly?
(Sighs) Al's in with him now.
It doesn't look good.
Carrie, is Al okay?
Al's okay. He's fine.
It's a couple of detectives from the 116, Kelly and Moyer.
Jim Kelly?
Yeah.
We just had dinner with them.
Elaine: Al...
No. No.
(Sobbing)
I can run to your place and get you a new shirt.
It's okay. Stay with Sue.
I should be with her, but knowing you are...
No, I can stay with her.
I should get on this.
I know. Go.
There's no way this was random. This was a hit.
Kelly's car lights, they weren't on.
That was just a lie to get him out into the parking lot.
Have Roe follow up with the bowling alley.
We need to I.D. the person who phoned it in. How's Moyer?
He's still in surgery. We won't be able to talk to him for a few hours.
I'll run Kelly's case file.
See if anybody was recently paroled or had a beef with him.
Maybe he was working on our shooter for another crime.
Mike, it's the only case we're working on till I say different.
We'll find 'em, Al.
I'm sorry.
Carrie, if there's anything else you can remember...
Yeah, no, of course. Absolutely.
(Sighs)
(Siren wailing)
(Indistinct radio transmission)
All right, so we got paint residue off the car they clipped.
The shooters were driving a silver something.
So all I need from you is a vehicle type.
Hey.
The guy who reported Kelly's lights were on
called it in to the snack bar.
Girl there couldn't make age or ethnicity.
Okay, so let's call Mike.
- Get an emergency dump on the phone. - Got it!
It's the right taillight from a 2009 Escalade.
Yes. All right, let's get an APB out on the car.
Carrie: For what it's worth, that SUV
was not at the bowling alley when Al and I arrived.
I don't care where he worked!
It falls under our jurisdiction!
Al's never gonna give up this case.
You know, Kelly saved his life.
And back when they were partners,
they wanted to get a little pizza.
So Al goes in to get a couple slices
just as the place is being held up.
Perp gets the drop on Al, but Kelly was right behind him.
Boom.
We're keeping the case.
That's great. Listen, you need
to change your shirt.
I will.
No, you need to do it now. You're freaking people out.
Patrol found the SUV.
Okay, plates come back to an address in Yonkers.
Owner reported it this stolen two days ago.
You getting any prints?
None of value.
Looks like the shooter wiped it down.
Could've been more than one perp.
Yeah, except CSU found shell casings from only one gun.
(Bowling pins clattering)
(Engine revs, tires squeal, gunshots)
No, the gunshots and tire screeches were simultaneous.
Hard to drive that fast and shoot at the same time.
Our shooter, he had a driver.
So we're looking for two killers.
Hey, maybe they used that to wipe it down.
These are from the snack bar at the bowling alley,
and the receipt says they're from last night.
If they had that in the car, then...
It means one of our killers came inside.
"Order 197."
Moyer: You know, if might help
if you aimed a little more for the gutter.
Kelly: Moyer, stop breaking her balls.
She's new here.
Woman (Over P.A.) Order 195.
Order 196.
197.
I saw him.
I saw one of the guys.
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Carrie: Theo Walker, aka "Zippy."
What kind of genius comes into a room full of cops
right before shooting two of 'em?
Well, it was crowded in there.
Maybe he thought he could blend in.
Age 18, took three drug collars in the past two years.
He's no rocket scientist.
Zippy's name doesn't pop up
in any of Kelly or Moyer's cases.
He does street-level hand-to-hand sales.
Maybe he's trying to make his bones by shooting a cop.
Guys, got an address on him.
Police! Show your hands!
(Shrieks)
Get him!
Carrie: Hey, hey, freeze, freeze!
Where you going, Zippy?!
I'm not Zippy!
That's Malcolm! He's Zippy's brother!
Where's your brother?
- Get off me! - Al.
Al!
When's the last time you saw Zippy?
His name is Theo. What did he do?
- We just want to talk to him. - You busted down our door to talk?!
Mother: Hush! Hush!
You work for the city?
I taught fourth grade. I'm retired now. So?
So I'm sorry about all of this, okay?
It's just we need to find Zi... Theo. He's in real trouble.
If we don't find him, his life could be in danger.
He only uses this address for mail.
I kicked him out a year ago.
- Why? - Because he was dealing.
And I didn't want him dragging his brother down with him!
You know where Zippy works, any of his friends?
He works around here, for a dealer named Leshawn.
Leshawn got a last name?
I bet he does, but I don't know it.
(Phone rings) We'll check with narcotics.
Elaine.
Slow down, slow down.
(Siren wailing)
(Siren stops)
Internal affairs showed up 45 minutes ago with a search warrant.
They're taking Jim's files, his computer.
- What the hell? - They say why?
- Not to me. - Sue, are you okay?
Al, why are they doing this to us?
I don't know what they're doing.
All right, all right.
You in charge here?
- Who are you? - Al Burns, Queens homicide.
Lieutenant Willard, Internal Affairs.
You have business here, detective?
Mrs. Kelly just lost her husband in the line of duty.
- I'm aware of that. - You tossed her house anyway?
This how police treat their own?!
Detective, you want to cool down?
We're investigating detective Kelly's murder.
If the reason Internal Affairs is here
affects our investigation, we need to know.
The details of my investigation
are not available to you at this time.
They think Kelly's dirty.
Mike: Leshawn Doyle.
According to Narcotics, Leshawn got to town six years ago.
Started with Carlos Demao up in the Bronx,
and now he's the major player in Queensbridge.
Controls almost all the corners.
No way Leshawn took over a territory that big without dropping bodies.
He's suspected in numerous murders,
but nobody's been able to make a case stick.
Well, there's got to be another connection.
The guy's not taking out two cops for no reason.
There is a connection. According to the D.A.'s office,
Kelly and Moyer were looking at Leshawn for a double homicide six weeks ago.
A couple of corner boys got gunned down in Jackson Heights.
Both victims worked for Leshawn's rivals.
Okay, so we're thinking this guy ordered a hit
against the cops investigating him.
Mike: Yeah, but here's the thing.
Kelly and Moyer collared somebody else for the murders.
Leshawn's been cleared. According to the D.A., he was.
Let's go back to the investigation.
Let's look at Moyer and Kelly's case files,
their interviews, notes.
There's got to be something.
Boss, Kelly's case files have been restricted.
Okay. We all know I.A.'s been sniffing around Jim Kelly.
I say good luck to them.
Jim was my friend, and I want the guys that killed him.
I'm not scared of I.A.
I don't give a rat's ass about their investigation.
Anyone who does is welcome to leave.
Good.
There's a connection to Leshawn Doyle, let's find it.
I'll be at the hospital.
Hey.
How are you doing?
Moyer's up and around. I'm heading over there.
That's great.
But you... how are you doing?
How do you think?
It's everywhere.
Apparently, I.A. was down in the garage last week
wiring up Kelly's car.
They're whispering about it in there.
Jim didn't deserve this.
I know.
- I'm not wrong about this. - I know.
You actually remembered it was a '69 Skylark up on the lift?
- Yeah. - Not a '68 or a '70?
The '68 has different grill work.
A couple of cold ones down here?
The kids would have gotten away with it if you hadn't been there.
Well, lucky I appreciate a good buick.
Really? This place?
I thought Joe's, but Foley was talking about their garlic fries last week.
People are gonna find out eventually.
Maybe by then, we won't care.
Hey, Al!
Fancy meeting you here. Hey.
You look great.
Nice outfit.
Who's the lovely one?
Uh, Carrie Wells.
Patrick Burns.
Al's dad. My, my, my.
What're you doing with this loser?
Pat.
Hi, Julie.
You remember Julie Ann?
- Julie, you remember my son. - You got 20 bucks?
Can you wait in the car, honey, please?
They don't take credit car...
can you wait in the frickin' car if you don't mind? Thank you.
- Just go home, would ya? - Yeah, you know, you should come over
and check it out sometime.
We're living over there in Salt Springs now.
- Yeah, how's that treating you? - Not so good.
I don't like it. It's got a lot of mosquitoes.
You got 20 bucks? I'm a little short right now.
If you don't mind.
That's a good boy. I really miss you.
But you, oh, boy,
you I love.
- Say hello to your ma. - Go home.
Al, your mother.
Did you talk to Al?
Yeah.
No, I mean, I-I tried.
Yeah, well, reality can be an ugly thing.
- Do you think Kelly was dirty? - What do I know?
Moyer: That was the son of a bitch?
Goes by the street name Zippy. You ever see him before?
No, and he better hope I never do.
We think he was sent by Leshawn Doyle.
The dealer from Queensbridge?
You liked Leshawn for that double
in Jackson Heights, right?
Yeah, but only briefly.
Wound up collaring some
low-level punk for that one.
- Actually, wound up collaring himself. - What do you mean?
We found our perp O.D.'d on the same junk that he stole from his victim.
The gun that we found on him matched the double.
- Could Leshawn still think he's a suspect? - No, there's no way.
His lawyer was all over us to clear him, though.
Leshawn knows that we moved past him.
Can you think of any other reason why he'd have a beef with you or Kelly?
Al, I never even met the scumbag.
And I'm pretty sure that Kelly never did either.
There's another thing.
You hear about I.A.?
You know that there's no truth to that.
I know they're wrong, but I.A. doesn't jam people up for no reason.
And if that reason has anything to do with why Jim was killed...
We talking alone here?
- It's just between us. - I know.
Allegedly some guys from my squad, they lifted some cash from a scene.
The victim was a scumbag.
It was a public service homicide.
How much did they take? Allegedly?
100, 150.
But Kelly had nothing to do with it, Al.
He's the most honest cop I ever met.
And as soon as I get out of here, I'm gonna kick some ass.
I'll save some for you.
All right.
Hey, how's Moyer?
Tough guy. He'll pull through.
How about you?
How about we don't talk about me?
Moyer isn't liking Leshawn for this.
Well, then he's in the minority.
Roe just talked to Narcotics,
and both Zippy and Leshawn were seen together
just a few hours before the shooting.
- All roads lead back to Leshawn. - What's he doing here?
Burns, I need to talk to you.
Okay.
In private.
Detective, there's no easy way to say this.
If Jim Kelly gave you something that belonged to him
to hold on to, now would be the time to tell me.
Like what exactly?
If you're in possession of any evidence,
and you fail to disclose that to me now...
Lieutenant, you refuse to share anything
that could aid our investigation,
and then you barge in here and accuse me of obstructing yours?
I understand you had a history with Kelly.
And I respect that loyalty,
but I have seen a lot of good men go down because of loyalty.
You threatening me?
Take your shot, Willard. I'm an open book.
Easy, Burns.
Easy.
Jim never gave me a thing.
Okay.
This isn't coming from me.
Affairs believes that Kelly was tipping off
Leshawn Doyle on drug raids.
That he was leaking the Narcotic's TAC plan.
No way.
Jim wouldn't even have access to those.
He was homicide.
We're seeing him log in with a stolen password
to gain access to the system.
You've been digging into his finances.
You know.
Kelly's in debt up to his eyeballs.
Because Sue has cancer.
They maxed out their insurance.
You explain to me how he pays the hospital bill in full...
27 grand cash.
I don't know, but I know Kelly.
He never would have gotten into bed with a scumbag like Leshawn.
Not even to save his wife?
You didn't know him like I do.
Detective, have a good day.
Sue: I'm supposed to pick out a casket.
Hopefully the department will still pay,
given what they're saying about Jim.
I need your help, Sue.
I, uh, I know you and Jim were having some money issues
after you came home from the hospital.
Damn cancer.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't beat it.
No, don't talk like that.
Jim recently came into some money.
Used it to pay off your medical bills.
Any idea where he got it?
Jim handled our finances. I have no idea.
Sue, please.
Think. I need your help to clear Jim's name.
What does it matter?
Clearing his name isn't going to bring him back.
I'm not going to let people tell lies about him
when he's not here to defend himself.
You're a good friend.
But don't stick your neck out for Jim.
He would have done the same for me.
No, I'm saying you shouldn't stick your neck out.
Jim is a good husband.
If he was doing something wrong, he was doing it for me.
You don't think Jim...
I don't know where Jim got the money.
The bank owns this house. Our credit cards are all maxed.
But the last several months, Jim was more and more on edge.
He was working on something.
What?
He was bringing files home with him.
- Did I.A. get them yesterday? - No.
Jimmy hid them too well.
You know where they are.
♪ ♪
Damn.
Maybe it's not what it looks like.
This looks a lot like crack.
And this is the tactical plan
for a raid against one of Leshawn's dope houses.
Kelly stole it from the database, just like IA said.
- Al, we don't know... - What?
That the guy was dirty as a subway toilet?
Sure we do.
(Cell phone ringing)
Roe.
Hey.
("Joy to the world" playing)
Thanks, Fern.
You were right.
Traced the Skylark to a chop shop in Montreal.
I got this.
Okay.
You know what, let me get it.
It's okay.
Hey, really.
He wasn't always like that.
You should've seen him when I was a kid.
I thought he was a movie star, an astronaut.
(Chuckles)
President of the United States.
Then his business went South.
Booze made it worse.
Yeah, it always does.
Guy had everything.
Looks, brains, love of a good woman.
The best.
I'm sorry.
Not a question of sorry.
I trusted the man.
I loved him, made myself into him.
He's inside me, you understand?
Yeah.
But I don't care.
Doesn't matter.
I love you.
How can you?
Because I do.
I owe you for the beers.
No. No. You got to let a girl
buy you a drink every once in a while.
Now, that's hard.
No one said it was gonna be easy.
(Music fades)(Chuckles)
Zippy's dead.
Narcotics detectives from the 116 caught up to him.
So, detective, when did you first see the suspect?
My partner and I were working our usual B&B.
Subject approached us to make a buy.
That's when I recognized him
as the suspect in detective Kelly's murder.
Did you try to arrest him?
He resisted.
Well, Zippy won't be rolling over on Leshawn.
Have ballistics rush the test.
That could be the gun that killed Kelly.
Wow, they really unloaded on him, huh?
That's what happens when cops find cop killers.
♪ ♪
Hey, Mike.
Come here and look at this.
Al found all this stuff in Kelly's house.
So these are the files that Kelly stole?
So Al told you.
Yeah, well, we go back a ways.
Right. Okay, look.
These are all the narcotics arrests made in the 116
over the last six months.
See anything wrong?
They look like they're doing pretty good.
Except right here.
Almost seven months, only two arrests in this area
he marked off.
- Is that Leshawn's territory? - Yeah.
So, Leshawn's dealers are getting a free pass,
his rivals are arrested or killed.
See, I think Leshawn is working with dirty cops,
but I don't think Kelly was one of them.
The two detectives... the ones who shot, uh, Zippy...
What are their names?
Uh, a couple of guys out the 116.
R. Franco and A. Cantone, by any chance?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Franco and Cantone.
Okay. Their names are all over these files,
circled on every single one.
Kelly was looking at other cops?
That's why he stole the password.
He didn't want anyone to know.
All right, we got to tell Al.
Let's just make sure I'm right before we get his hopes up, yeah?
How we gonna do that?
Man, you kicked out my taillight!
Don't worry, Leshawn.
Just gonna hold onto this.
All right.
How long we supposed to keep them here?
As long as it takes.
(Rock music playing, chattering, laughter)
Hey.
Can I buy you guys a drink?
No, maybe I should buy you a drink.
Uh, no, this is on behalf of all of us at the 117.
Hey, can we get another round here, please? Thank you.
Got supermodels on the job. Look at this.
(Chuckles) No, actually I'm a homicide detective.
Carrie Wells.
Rick Franco.
Yeah, yeah.
- Queens homicide. - Tony Cantone.
Yeah, yeah, I know who you are.
It's good to shake your hand, guys.
You guys really did us a solid taking out Zippy.
Ah, scum like him? Good riddance, you know.
Yeah. And Leshawn... you got him freaking out.
We just collared him for Kelly's murder.
Yeah. I don't follow. Leshawn Doyle?
Yeah, yeah. We got this tip
that, uh, he was the one who gave Zippy the hit.
Thank you.
Wait, so the guy we got's just the shooter?
Apparently, there are other people involved.
Leshawn's ready to make a deal, he's gonna name names.
All thanks to you guys.
Nice. Drink to that, right?
Cheers.
Bam. Ooh!
All right, I can't stay. I got to go.
Take care, all right?
- Take care. - Yeah, you, too.
(Cell phone ringing)
Oh!
Looks like somebody's desperate to reach you, buddy.
(Cell phones ringing, vibrating)
Mike: We thought it was
the best way to handle it.
Detective Moyer, how you doing?
I'm good.
You picked up Leshawn for Kelly's murder?
No. No, we detained him on a traffic violation.
Then why are 20 guys calling to ask me
why we're offering him a deal?
Oh, 'cause it worked.
What worked?!
We were testing a theory.
So I lied to two detectives.
I told them we were flipping Leshawn.
Mike: If you're getting calls asking about that,
it means they're trying to find out
if Leshawn really is flipping on them.
Al: Wait a minute, what other detectives?
What the hell is going on?
Listen to me. You were right.
Kelly wasn't on the take.
He was investigating two cops who were.
Two narc guys out of the 116.
Franco and Cantone?
Yeah, Kelly figured out that they were helping Leshawn
corner the drug market in Queensbridge.
They would take drugs from other busts
and give them to Leshawn to sell.
That crack you found in his duffle...
That was from one of Leshawn's dealers.
He was getting it tested to see if it matched
the stuff that you guys found at that double homicide.
That's what got him into all of this.
He never said anything to me.
I'm supposed to be his damn partner.
He kept me in the dark, too, Stan.
Jim wasn't the type to point a finger at other cops.
Not unless he was sure.
So, if Cantone and Franco discovered
that Kelly was onto them...
They may have asked Leshawn to kill him.
Hey.
So, Zippy's phone wasn't used to call the bowling alley,
but the lab lifted
another set of prints off the gun.
You were right.
Zippy had a partner.
Jerome Dixon?
Nina: Goes by the name of J-dog.
There's no address on file.
You want me to put in a want card for him?
No. We need to find J-dog ourselves, keep him alive.
So, you said you talked to this Zippy's younger brother?
Malcolm. He wasn't much help.
Well, I knew all my older brother's friends,
where they hung out.
And if I thought that any one of them were responsible
for my brother's death?
We got to get this guy in a room.
Carrie: Malcolm, you remember
detective Burns.
And this is detective Moyer.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah, sure.
So, Malcolm wants to make a statement, right?
J-dog dragged my brother into it.
Zip didn't know he was gonna shoot a cop.
Moyer: I'm afraid it's a little too late for Zip now, son,
so if there's anything that you would like to tell us,
now would be the time.
Al: Hold on, Malcolm.
How do you know what Zippy knew about the shooting?
He told me.
They were laying low,
Zip and J-dog,
and I was bringing them food.
Zip and J-dog were together?
Yeah. And if Zip would've just stayed put,
he would've been safe.
Moyer: Where is J-dog right now?
(Sighs)
Carrie: Malcolm.
Nobody else has to die.
Just tell them what you know.
Okay?
(Sighs)
There's this condemned building down in Maspeth.
J-dog's in there.
Least he was yesterday.
I can show you on a map.
Malcolm said they were camping out on the far side.
Good, let's go get this son of a bitch. Come on.
Cool it.
I mean it.
Malcolm just confessed to hindering the prosecution.
Didn't even ask for a lawyer.
Grandmother said detective Moyer promised
he wouldn't face charges.
Wait a second.
Al didn't say anything about a deal.
I guess he promised her no time.
Old lady trusted him, since he used to coach Malcolm
in the police athletic league.
Carrie: Malcolm, you remember detective Burns.
And this is detective Moyer.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah, sure.
Malcolm introduced himself to Moyer
like they'd never met before, and Moyer did not correct him.
Well, who knows.
P.A.L. was a while ago, no?
And when did Moyer get time
to make a deal with anyone about anything?
He was with Al the whole time.
Can you pull up his personnel file?
Yeah. What's the matter?
It was Moyers's idea to bring in Malcolm.
And Malcolm just happens to know where J-dog is?
Moyer's file. What am I looking for?
- He worked in Narcotics, right? - Hold on.
Yeah, before he joined homicide.
He ever work with Franco or Cantone?
It doesn't look like they were assigned to...
Oh, my God. 2001.
Moyer was Cantone's training officer.
(Phone rings)
Listen, I want you to keep keeping score, but stop cheating, all right?
Get out. It's embarrassing. Good night.
So, Carrie, this guy teaching you the ropes?
Yeah.
Kelly: Al Burns, "big city cop," I love it.
Kelly: His first six months when he was working homicide in the 116,
I swear he thinks the BQE is a sandwich.
One time! It was one time!
Al: Do you believe I put up with this guy as a partner for five years?
Kelly: Oh, you put up with me?
Woman (Over P.A.): Owner of a blue Dodge Durango,
license plate RQD-760,
your lights are on.
Mike and Roe are at that bar where Moyer sent them to,
but there's no sign of Franco or Cantone.
That's because Moyer is working with them.
He's leading Al into a trap.
Moyer.
Al: It's Franco and Cantone.
Moyer: Damn it! How did they know we were here?!
Just get backup. I'll get J-dog.
Alone?
If they get to him first,
they'll kill him.
(Guns cock)
Police!
J-dog, listen to me!
Zippy's dead!
And the cops who killed him are coming here to kill you!
Put your gun down. Let me take you in.
You're gonna kill me!
You can't testify if you're dead.
I need you alive.
How do I know you ain't lying?
What choice do you have?!
If you stay here, you're a dead man.
Okay.
Slide your gun to me.
Hands up. Hands up.
Turn around.
Moyer!
Stan... Moyer?
He's here?
Al?
Al, where are you?!
(Sirens wailing in distance)
We're out of time.
Al, I need help over here!
(Sirens get louder)
Police! Drop your weapons!
Hey, we're police, too. Take it easy.
Oh! We got a man down here! We're on the job!
Not for long. You're under arrest
for the murder of detective Kelly.
Coming out! Hold your fire!
How'd you know?
Oh, you know, this memory thing of mine comes in handy sometimes.
Kelly deserved better.
He had better.
(Moyer gasps)
♪ But I ask this time will I ever get ♪
♪ to come back home to Queens? ♪
Okay, why are we having a wake in a bowling alley?
Ah, it's what Jim wanted.
He loved this place.
♪ Just one returned that September morn... ♪
I wanted to apologize.
The 27k in cash was from his boat.
Kelly sold his boat to pay the hospital bill.
You go through Kelly's duffle?
Yeah. Funny thing, that duffle just appearing
like that at the house.
Yeah, I guess.
Point being, Kelly was clean.
We made a mistake.
Anything I can do?
There is.
Tell it to his widow.
♪ Through breezy point to rockaway ♪
♪ we drank and sang our songs ♪
Nice turnout.
He was a good man.
A good detective.
Yeah. Movie star, astronaut.
I got a feeling I don't want to go there.
Well, I got a feeling you already have.
No, you should be proud.
You did good. You came through for him.
I lost faith.
You never did.
No. I had faith in you.
Al.
Buy you a beer?
♪ Tell Sean and Courtney, please? ♪
♪ I wish I could touch your face and be back home in Queens ♪
So, Wells, I'm having this problem
with my eight-ten split.
I mean, I'm hitting the pocket,
but I think I'm getting too much headspin.
You have a thoughts on this?
As a matter of fact, yes, I do.
Everyone! To Jim Kelly.
All: Jim Kelly!
- Jim! - Jim!
♪ I can see all in this room ♪
All right, come on. Let me show you.
The 8-10 is kind of tricky.
You might want to move a couple boards out
and get more hand behind the ball.
Either that, or it's your spin.
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