- Got him, huh? - Yeah.
- How long could he last in there? - Oh, about eight to 10 hours.
- Huh. - This blowfish can inflate five times his present size.
- Huh. - Yeah. He can threaten an enemy, uh, impress a female blowfish.
What's up?
- Black guy on the phone over there? - Trouble?
No. No trouble. I know him.
Best informant I ever had. You're gonna like this guy, Andy.
Yeah, I like everybody.
- Ferdinand. - Hey, Bobby man. Hey, not now.
Not now? I welcome you home, and you play cold. What's up with that?
Oh, man. Please.
Ferdinand, are you working here?
- Hejust gets out of Attica. - Comstock.
You don't write. You don't call.
I come out on the street with my partner here, and you setting up for business.
Bobby, I didn't even know you was downtown.
- You checking out this Lexus, huh? - What? What Lexus? Man, no.
- Just checking the atmosphere. - You looking to take off Colombians now?
'Cause that's living pretty large.
Damn it! Robert, man, you pop up like this, you ruin everything.
- Man, a couple more minutes out there, and I'm gone! - You know how that goes.
First, you pay, and then maybe you get a chance to play. Come on.
Damn it!
Can I help you?
Ray Kahlins. I'm with the, uh, HI DA task force.
Which is Detective Sipowicz's desk?
- Over there. - Thank you.
I'll file that information.
- How's it going, huh? - Good. Who you guys all with?
Son, if I tell you that, I gotta kill you. Hmm?
- Yeah? - Sergeant Ray Kahlins, Lieutenant.
NYPD detail to the HIDA task force.
I got the memo you'd be here on the Barnes case.
Two drug crews shoot it out. Only casualty's a 10-year-old on her way to school, huh?
Yeah. We got two empty rooms you can use in Anticrime. That's up on the third floor.
- Great. - I know I owe you a detective. You need any logistical help?
You gotta be kidding. We're federally funded, Lieutenant.
We got new cars. We got new radios. Unlimited overtime.
Yeah. State police are working with you too?
Everyone but the cavalry. We can't spend it fast enough.
So how you doing on the case?
W- We're looking at some people. We're working back on the crews.
- Thanks for the space. - Yeah.
Hey, Diane?
- Morning, boss. - Yeah, morning. Um...
We got a High-Intensity Drug Area unit working out of the squad.
- They're on the Barnes homicide? - Yeah. It's a different kind of investigative work.
Um, they've got federal money. They can go a lot farther into a case.
- It might be good experience for you working with them. - Sure. I'd like that.
The guy running the detail's from our job. Sergeant Kahlins. Go out and introduce yourself.
- I appreciate the look, Lieutenant. - Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Excuse me. Young lady, you know how to spell fornicate"?
Never mind. I'll just shorten it.
Tread lightly through your thinking for me, turning this Ferdinand loose.
Andy, we bring him in, I gotta toss him. I know I'm gonna find a gun.
Perish the thought you take a weapon off a stickup guy.
He comes in on his own. He's off this piece. He's not looking at a collar.
- He's gonna have a whole lot better attitude. - You see those tracks?
- Yeah. He's been shooting up his whole life, coke and dope, both. - So we know he's reliable.
He'll show, Andy. He'll make cases for us.
I'll put the bag in the freshwater tank till I go home.
This little guy inflates himself, those goldfish'll have a stroke.
- Yeah, huh? - Yeah.
Oh, man.
- Who's that? - Some loudmouth crap-artist.
Hey, Andy. I was just writing you an obscene note.
How's it going there, Kahlins? This is Bobby Simone.
- Sergeant Ray Kahlins. - Good to meet you, Sarge. Diane Russell.
- Hi. - Hi. How's it going, Diane?
I just got some good news. My boss wants me to work on your task force.
I knew I liked that guy.
So, Andy, still closing down the bars?
No. Not too much.
I've only met a few people in my life could drink me under a table.
And this guy is one of them.
- So this is where you landed, huh? - Yeah.
- It's not bad. It's not bad for precinct work. - Andy.
Yeah. Look, I'd stick around for more career evaluation, but we gotta talk to this guy.
- Go on. Get out of here. - Nice to meet you.
- Same here. - Come on. Let's take the long way to the coffee room.
Hey, Diane, body in a basement on Hester Street. You want to work it with us?
Boss just assigned me to the task force on the Barnes homicide.
Hey, good for you. That's great.
Yeah. James Martinez, Greg Medavoy, Sergeant Ray Kahlins.
- How's it going? - I noticed you got a Ranger jacket on there.
Our Miss Abandando, big Ranger fan.
Is that so? I won this on a bet.
So you got a stinker down on Hester Street?
Yeah, yeah. We don't know how long it's been there.
Yeah. You know, I used to own a couple of them loft buildings over there by Ludlow.
Zoning regs wouldn't let me develop them the way I wanted to.
So I said, 'The hell with this. "I sold the two of them off, cleared myself 80 large.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
Anyways, we better get over there.
Diane, think you could point me in the general direction of the, uh, Anti-Crime section?
- It's right upstairs. - Okay. Guys, let's go. We're moving out.
- When'd you own those lofts? - Well, I sold them about five years ago.
Made myself somewheres between $80,000, $90,000.
Watching you drink coffee makes my teeth hurt.
I'm a fiend for sweets.
Dope, cocaine, sweets.
All I want is everything.
Say, Ferdinand, whatever happened to that tall guy you used to hunt with?
Antoine? He dead.
Got the virus. Went real quick.
A lot of guys have got that bug now, man.
Yeah. A lot of guys do.
So what do you got for show and tell?
- Rent's due, huh? - First of the month, holmes.
How about I put two bodies on Marcus Edmonds?
I mean he dead now. So he's past minding.
You're gonna give us paper clearances off Marcus Edmonds?
Guy's been dead for four months. Every snitch in the city's still trying to put murders on him.
Marcus like to shot about 20 people 'fore he caught a bullet his own self.
I'm gonna tell you about that double, LaGuardia Homes.
Them bodies in the stairwell.
- Edmonds did those shootings? - Sure did. I got names, numbers.
I know who was with him. I know the whole story behind that foolishness.
All right. All right. We'll get back to that.
How about something fresh?
How about that bodega last month, Avenue B," where the counter man got shot?
- How about it? - Fresh enough?
- Let's hear it. - Shooter was Lynwood Truett.
Used to be with the Diamond in the Raw Crew.
They cut him loose when he kept messing up the count.
Second man in that job was Andre Boyd.
He been on Rikers last couple of weeks. You need a witness? You got Marletta Weeks.
She Boyd's girlfriend. She drove 'em there.
- Where's this Marletta live? - Alphabet City somewheres.
You'll find her through Social Services. She get a check.
Can I get back to my own little drama now?
Who were those Colombians you were looking to take off?
- Man, they're my business. - Your business?
Damn straight. You got your own business. I'm helping you with that.
But I got my own thing, and you messing with it.
I tend to mess with armed robbery. Yeah.
Bobby, man, chill your partner down.
No. I got a vision of a street full of taxpayers...
getting caught in the cross fire, Ferdinand...
while you do business with your.38.
.44.
My mistake.
Niggers see that big gun come out, they don't argue.
They looking down that big-ass barrel like it's the Lincoln Tunnel...
and theyJersey bound.
Man, they give it up. Wail like bitches.
Only fools stop and trifle with a.44.
I need your beeper number, Ferdinand.
Yeah, okay.
Then you can take off while we check out your stuff.
Can't even write my numbers good.
I should've stayed in school.
This guy's stabbed up pretty good. But there's no decomp.
- Actually, he looks pretty fresh. - Yeah.
It's the rest of the room that stinks like death.
Santeria- offering to the saints.
- Huh? - Our guy's a santero, a priest.
See? He's wearing all white.
They do that for the first two years for purity.
This is where he must've made his offerings.
No pockets on this outfit. I don't see no I.D.
Look at this. Goats, roosters...
The santero sacrifices to the ancient gods and Catholic saints.
He uses them for white magic. No black magic though. That's Palo Mayombe.
You know all about this stuff.
Yeah. Tio Pepe, my uncle, was a santero.
On Sundays, you couldn't go into my cousin's basement without stepping on a rooster's head.
People from the neighborhood would come to my Tio Pepe to put a trabajito on their enemies.
- What's a trabajito? - That's like a little work, like a hex.
Well, h-how are we gonna I.D. This guy?
I'll call Father Ramos over at Saint Luis's.
- You'd call a Catholic priest ab-about a witch doctor? - They're not witch doctors, Greg.
Spanish neighborhoods, Catholic priests tend to deal with these guys a little.
Yeah? Live and learn.
Life's not all Ozzie and Harriet.
Yeah. This is definitely not the Nelson family rec room.
Morrisey and Regina caught that bodega homicide your C.I. Told you about.
They're coming in on a 41.
We can check out this woman, Marletta, who supposedly drove the getaway car.
Turn her over to Morrisey when he gets in.
Information the C.I. Gave up on those LaGuardia Homes homicides checks out.
Putting those on Marcus Edmonds.
Guy's information is straight, Lieu. It always has been.
- So, you gonna need anything from the snitch fund? - No. Uh-uh.
Is he up on a charge?
- He just got out. Did a three-year bit. - So what do you got over him?
He's probably doing some things that we don't want to know about.
Give me a hint.
The bit was just sticking up drug dealers.
He's been doing his act longer than I've been on thejob, Lieu.
And I have never once heard of a civilian getting hurt.
I don't want this guy thinking he's got a free ride in my precinct.
- He knows it's not like that. - Mm-hmm.
- Meanwhile we get these clearances. - Clearances are great.
You figure this Ferdinand for having a virus like his tall friend, Antoine?
- Yeah. That's how I read it. - When you saw this guy was looking...
to take off a Colombian, you said he was stepping up.
Mm-hmm. He used to hit independents.
A lot of people will figure taking off a Cali bagman an assisted form of suicide.
You thinking 'cause maybe he's got the virus, he's, uh, taking more chances.
He wants to risk getting his head blown off, that's his problem.
But he may not be as careful with civilians as he used to be either.
I don't figure him like that, Andy.
- It may be worth a conversation. - Detective squad. One moment.
Welfare's on line two about a Marletta Weeks.
Ah.
- Hey. - How's it going?
Good. So you're detailed to that HI DA unit, huh?
- Yeah. - Gonna get you some profile.
That Marletta picks up her welfare check at a post office box.
We'll get the address from the postal inspector.
Yeah. You got detail on that Barnes investigation, huh?
You work with my boss before?
Kahlins, yeah. Don't forget your hip boots tomorrow.
- Sylvia. - Hi.
Some affidavit information for some warrants from a Sergeant Kahlins?
- Um. He's upstairs. - Okay.
- He can come down here. You don't have to go climbing up. - I'll go get him.
- What you getting warrants for? - We're going out on a couple houses tomorrow.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Excuse me.
Has to go to the bathroom all the time now.
I didn't figure that task force would be going through any doors.
- Excuse me. Um- - May I help you?
- Father Ramos. - Yes?
I'm Detective Martinez. Thanks for coming in.
You spoke on the phone about a santero found murdered on Hester Street.
- This is Detective Medavoy. - Hi.
Yeah.
This is from the medical examiner's office.
So, I'm sure he, uh- I'm sure he's looked better to you.
It's Miguel. Miguel Marquez.
- Do you know who stabbed him? - Well, we're looking into it now.
Father, as a santero, uh, was this man well regarded?
Well, I can't recall anything ill being said about Mr. Marquez.
He practiced the white magic only.
Naturally, we discourage the practice completely.
Would you know of an address for Mr. Marquez? Uh, next of kin?
Yes. It should be in our church records. M- May I use your phone?
Just dial nine, Father.
So, Detective Russell tells me, uh, that you're Andy Sipowicz's better half.
That's right.
- Andy and me have gone through some doors in this job. - Is that so?
- We were in service together at the same time too. - Vietnam?
Yes, ma'am. During the worst of it.
All right. Basis for application?
Confidential information and proceeds of surveillance.
State criminal enterprise you believe is being conducted.
Sale and warehouse of drugs.
We are gonna get a title three out of this.
- That is six months, minimum. - Title three's a wiretap?
You get a wire up, and the overtime really starts to flow.
If you think that these warrants aren't going to be productive, Sergeant...
I have much better things to do with my time.
Well, no, no. The warrants are definitely gonna be productive.
So, I'm just looking ahead.
I'm, uh, letting Detective Russell here know what the next step would be.
I'm reeducating her from precinct work.
See, now, federal time, everything stretches out.
They say it's like that in Hawaii.
Yes, this is my son.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
Did your son recently have an argument with anyone, Mrs. Marquez?
- Have anyone angry with him? - No one was angry with my son.
Unless... those who deal with dark magic.
Those who call the saints for evil.
Paio Mayombay," huh?
What do you know about Palo Mayombe?
No. L-I-I just heard the term.
Can we take a look around at some of Miguel's things?
Ta bien.
Ew.
Ahh, a caldero- ceremonial pot where the magic happens.
And the prendas- the deer horns to bring the saints.
- Look at this. Come here. - What?
Rudolph Haysbert.
New York Division of Parole and Probation, Manhattan Office.
- A business card? - With a date and time written on the back.
See? They put something in the caldero...
which belongs to the person they're gonna put the spell on.
Mm-hmm. Maybe Miguel became a santero after a little stay in the joint.
Unless he's hexing this Haysbert for a client.
Mrs. Marquez, by any chance was Miguel on parole?
Why do you ask me such a question?
I told you Miguel was a healer.
Had he ever been arrested? Did he have an appointment with a parole officer?
♪Un hombre de Dios? A man of God!
- But- - She's saying no, Greg.
Okay. Yeah. Fine. We'rejust inquiring.
I gotta reach out to this C.I. Tomorrow. Make sure he's not on some kind of kamikaze run.
- How are you doing? - Why don't you have a glass of wine?
- No. I'm good. - I'm trying to get you loose.
- Loose? - Yeah.
You look like someone who needs to be taken advantage of.
Ahh, you're just pretty happy about this new assignment.
I'm glad Fancy likes my work.
I don't know how much I'm gonna learn from this Kahlins.
- Andy sure doesn't like him. - He's kind of a blowhard.
He doesn't like to get off his ass too much either.
If we don't get something off these warrants tomorrow, he wants to go to wiretaps.
Wiretaps? I don't figure that's how you're gonna collar up on a street crew.
You're being so good.
You mean with you busting into a roomful of bad guys tomorrow...
backed by a boss who doesn't want to be in the building in the first place?
You mean not letting myself get all crazy behind that?
- Pretty much sums it up. - Yeah, well. Heck, it's your world, Diane.
I'm just trying to keep my little place in it nice and tidy.
Mmm. See, that gets me hot.
- Mmm? - You being so evolved.
Well, guess I'm out of luck 'cause here comes the waiter.
Don't give up so easy.
- Hey. Hi. - Good evening.
- Thanks. - Can I tell you the specials?
Uh. Yeah.
For appetizers, we have polenta prepared with a special-a shiitake mushroom sauce.
Whoa!
- Am I going too fast? - Too fast?
No, you're good. Go ahead.
A polenta prepared with a special- a shiitake mushroom sauce.
- Main course, osso buco. - Mmm.
Police! Get down! Get down! Get down!
- Freeze! Cuff'im! - You got him?
- Yo, man. Relax. - I got him. - Get down on your knees.
Lighten up. Lighten up.
- Let me see your hands. - All clear!
- Let's toss this place. - Yeah, go ahead. Toss everything.
Take a look in there. Check those cabinets. There.
Yeah. I understand that the clinic's roster is confidential.
No, look. If we didn't believe that people could be in danger from this guy...
we wouldn't be asking, okay?
- Lynwood Truett. Right. - This is Detective Morrisey.
We wouldn't be asking for confidential information...
except this guy's wanted in a murder investigation.
We picked Truett's girlfriend up last night, a, uh, Marletta Weeks.
- Said he registered into a methadone program? - Okay. Thank you.
Without breaching confidentiality...
could you indicate if I came looking for him at your 300 pickup...
would that be a waste of time?
Uh-huh.
- How'd you do? - Looked to me like we zeroed out.
But I'm just a ignorant trooper.
Knocked the hell out of some doors though.
I knew this was gonna have to go to a wiretap.
- We are gonna be working this in the summer. - Yeah. I'll go look for a fan.
Well, that or you can kiss my ass.
Why, the criminal justice system is a rusting old machine...
and overtime pay is a necessary lubricant.
- Am I right, Andy? - Detective Sipowicz, 15th Squad.
We're looking at someone for a homicide we think might get medicine at your clinic.
Name of Lynwood Truett.
Three up, three down, huh?
Yeah. We were an easy inning.
On one of the places, he wasn't all wrong.
It's supposed to be this Marvin Freeland's stash. The people we want were there.
- They just weren't holding. - So, you just keep looking.
You gonna get evolved on me again?
'Cause I'll jump you right here.
Um, uh, Detective, um...
that, uh, black fellow with the sweatshirt and sunglasses.
Okay, Donna. Thanks.
We're out here.
- That's your C. I? - My partner's.
- What's his name? - Goose Tatum.
Can't blame a guy for trying.
Robert, you starting to remind me of my cousin, Darnell.
Oh, yeah? How's that?
Darnell, he a country boy.
He used to come from Carolina, spend the summer in the big city.
At first it was good to see him, you know?
ByJuly, he got to acting all crazy, jumping bad.
It be like, Yo, coz. You done wore the welcome out."
I gotta ask you something, Ferdinand.
You got that virus?
- Got caught up in that, yeah. - Sorry.
I guess it ain't like I don't deserve it. All these years of running and gunning.
I finally got tested up at Comstock.
Felt like I knew the answer before they told me.
This takeoff with the Colombians that you're working on...
you running a little wild with that?
- What you mean? - You know what I mean.
Are you getting reckless?
You think I'm looking to go out in a blaze of glory?
No, man. I don't want to get thin and all.
But that happens, I carry it.
- You a soldier, huh? - I'm a Viking, holmes.
You know about this drug crew that stashes over on Rivington?
Main name I got is some gangster named Freeland.
This more rent?
Favor.
Marvin Freeland. He's only half gangster.
The other half all punk. I hit his stash twice this year.
We think Freeland's crew is part of the cross fire...
that killed this 10-year-old girl on Canal Street last month.
Yeah. I seen it on the news.
Back in the day, a player walk up, put the gun to the back of the guy's head.
Make sure he hit the right nigger.
Now you got fools, 15 to a clip, semi-autos, spraying a whole damn street.
- You think you might talk to someone about this Freeland? - Someone?
Another cop. Just give him some background.
Robert, don't make me out a bitch.
Ferdinand, I would relay it, but you're not registered as a C.I.
And this guy, he looks for reasons not to do his job.
Dead girl his case?
Yeah, okay.
Appreciate it, Ferdinand.
Fish guy gonna come?
- You all right with that? - Yeah.
Hey, Robert, do I look like that Unabomber?
I'm, uh, Parole Officer Rudy Haysbert.
Oh, I'm Greg Medavoy. Come on in.
- Appreciate you coming down. - I assume one of my cases went south?
- Andy. - We'll talk over here.
- Oh, uh, my partner, James Martinez. - How's it going?
This is Parole Officer Haysbert.
If you'd told me which one of my parolees you were interested in...
we could've done this whole thing on the phone.
Well, actually, Mr. Haysbert, your card was found in the possession of a homicide victim.
- A, uh, Miguel Marquez? - Was he a client?
- You don't know offhand? - Offhand? I got a caseload of about 450 people.
Marquez. Marquez.
I got a Marguerite. No Miguel.
Well, that matches anyway. We got no arrest record for the guy.
On the back of your card, it says, uh, March 14, 9:00 a.m."
March 14.
March 14. Yeah. 900 slot. Gabriel Mota.
- He didn't post. - And?
And I violated him. It was his fourth no-show.
If you find this guy, let me know. I'll flag a detainer.
You got an address?
If I can find the file, I got an address.
- Hey, Ray. - Hey, Andy. You in the market, Andy?
No.
I am ashamed to tell you how much money I've made the last two years.
Congratulations. We got a guy here with background about the crew you're looking at.
Oh, yeah? Is he registered?
No, he's not registered. But he's robbed your people twice.
We got our own informants.
We don't need to be dragging everybody in the precinct into this case.
- This guy's got information. - You mean your guy, huh?
Is it about turf, Ray? You thinkin' we want a piece of your case?
Anything your guy can tell me, I already know.
So you going after Ronnie Mo.
- Who? - Ronnie Mo.
- You mean Ronald Carter? Yes. He is one of our people.
You put a charge on Ronnie Mo, you one hell of a police.
- I do my job. - 'Cause he been dead about six months.
- Got killed up in the Bronx somewheres. - That's crap!
Look, man. You going after Marvin Freeland's crew, I'm here to tell you...
Black Larry is the weak link. He runs Freeland's stash house.
And he's backing up 10-year federal parole.
You put a charge on Larry- He be steady talking.
We hit Larry's place this morning. Came up empty.
Every time I hit Larry, there plenty of dope and 'caine.
Front part of his door hollowed out.
- Are they still doing repairs on that last address? - Yeah.
Well, if he is stashed there, he couldn't have moved it.
We're gonna go back there, see how good your information is.
- And I'll put it together. - Better not be wasting my time.
Yeah, you'd hate for that to happen, huh, Sarge?
- Screw you, Simone. - Sarge, call for you.
Well, if you're right, Ferdinand, you're gonna make my week.
It'll be right. People tell you straight they got that big.44 in their mouth.
- This be it for a while, okay? - Mm-hmm.
Else you'll be heating me up.
- Take care of yourself on the street. - Be all right.
Still got some veins up. Still like my sweets.
We were about done when you radioed. Been stalling a half hour.
- Is that the original door? - Yeah.
- Get this off of here. - What's going on?
Shut up.
Ho.
Know anything about this, Larry?
- Mm-mmm. - Mm-mmm.
Let's take a ride anyway.
Come on. Let me see those hands again.
I recognize this one. His name is Gabriel Mota.
He came last month to my son, Miguel, for un trabajo.
And what did they want the trabajo to do for him?
- To make him invisible. - Invisible?
- Si. He wanted not to be seen. - For what reason?
For the police not to be able to see him.
And, uh, your son made un trabayo" for Gabriel Mota.
Yes. He made this man invisible. Si.
Then he came back very angry because the police had stopped him in his car...
because his license plates were...
How do you say? Were exploded."
- They expired? - Yes. He said, 'How can the police see him?"
- And what did your son say? - Well, he explained that un trabajo doesn't last forever.
You have to keep coming back.
And how did this man take the explanation?
He doesn't stop being angry.
So my son said, Then go find yourself somebody else."
Mrs. Marquez, uh, the way you looked at these photographs...
could you do the same with a group of men?
- Try to I.D. This Gabriel Mota? - Yes, all right.
- See, we'll bring him into the station house. - Mm-hmm.
Assuming he's visible to the officers that go looking for him.
This man's federal, Larry. I'm NYPD.
Reason I'm talking to you is 'cause even with all that weight we found in your door...
you could still keep this in state court.
- That means no mandatory minimums. - State court's Rockefeller Law.
Last month a 10-year-old girl named Janelle Barnes got caught in a cross fire on Canal Street.
Give up the right answers in her homicide...
maybe it's not clear the stash was in your possession.
Then Rockefeller wouldn't apply.
I need to hear a D.A. Say it.
You got the right answers on the Barnes homicide?
Yeah. I could give you those.
I'll get a D.A.
If somebody robs you a few times, Larry...
you might want to figure a new place to keep your drugs.
Scumbag!
- Why did you do that, Kahlins? - I'll find the D.A.
- Do what? I don't know what you're talking about. - Do what?
You just gave my C.I. To that asshole in that room in there.
- What do you need? - We're from the 27.
Detective Martinez and Medavoy wanted this guy picked up for an interview.
Yeah. Interview 3 down the hall there. Martinez and Medavoy are in the squad.
- Thanks. - I'll get 'em.
Oh, don't let me hit this guy.
You told this Black Larry it was off him getting robbed we knew where to look for his stash.
She's downstairs taking a statement. She'll be up in about 20 minutes.
So Simone's guy does us a favor. Huh? He goes out of his way.
Now, the thanks he's gonna get the first time this Larry gets a message to a visitor...
Simone's guy is gonna get whacked.
You see my problem yet, Ray? You understand what my problem is now?
Boy, you guys get thick with your C.I.'s.
This is an unregistered informant. A stickup man.
He puts guns to people's heads.
Excuse me, but I'm not worried whether this guy makes it to his retirement party.
Let me know when the D.A. Gets here.
You and your partner ought to hang around in case this D.O.A.'s mother...
don't pick this Gabriel Mota out.
- No problem. - Hey, uh, did this guy indicate...
to you at all that he thought he was invisible?
- Invisible? - Yeah.
- No. Hejust kept asking were we real cops. - Ah.
You know why he was asking that?
The guy bought a spell to make him invisible to the police.
- No kidding? - Yeah.
Homicide we'd like the guy for, the D.O.A.'s a Santeria priest.
This Mota guy goes to him to cast a spell on his parole officer...
to make Mota invisible to the cops.
Yeah. So, when he don't get satisfaction, he kills the Santeria priest...
goes looking for another Santeria guy to cast a better invisibility spell.
- What room's the guy in? - One of your detectives told my partner to put him in 3.
I'm gonna move this Mota guy into the pokey room before I bring down Mrs. Marquez.
Yeah, good.
So I guess the guy must figure he got beat twice on his spells, huh?
- Second priest didn't do any better for him than the D.O.A. - Yeah.
You see, James, uh, maybe that's still open to debate. I got an idea.
Hey, where'd this Gabriel Mota guy go?
Well, I thought you said they had him in Interview 3.
They said they left him in here.
Those guys that brought him in here, were they cops, or security guards?
Security guards. For gosh sakes, Greg. What difference does it make?
Yeah, yeah. We got bigger problems now.
There's a suspect missing.
Where could he have gone? You didn't forget to lock the door, did you, Greg?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Blame me. Well, I guess we gotta tell the lieutenant.
Man, this is one conversation I'm not looking forward to.
I mean, what are we gonna say to him? You know, that the guy went invisible on us?
I don't know.
Hey, Gabriel, uh, when you go down the hallway, don't forget to turn left.
Yeah, and go in the door on the end there. That's where we run our lineups.
- You see me? - Oh, just the last little while you started to materialize.
So, no, uh, lesson tonight for AndyJ?
He's got an orientation lecture at his job.
You gonna give the heads-up to Ferdinand?
I'm not putting this guy up for pope, but there was nothing in this for him.
Mm-hmm. He was looking to help.
That's all he was looking to do, Ferdinand.
And Kahlins winds up jamming him up.
The world's on its ass when a stickup guy's more stand-up...
than somebody you're working with.
- Oh, there they are. - Hey.
- Yeah. - How are you doing?
Good.
- How'd you do? - Uh, this Larry gave up the shooter.
- From the other crew? - Mm-hmm.
- He said he was an eyewitness and agreed to testify. - That's great.
Downside, my boss just walked in to celebrate.
- Yes! - Looks like he had a head start.
Right-hand desk drawer, that's where he keeps his bottle.
- Always my personal favorite. - I don't know how guys drink without a purse.
Andy, were you and he in uniform together?
- You were in the bag with Kahlins? - No.
He said you went through doors together...
and you were in service together in Vietnam.
I knew you were never detectives together.
Excuse me.
Hey, Ray.
Hey, Andy! You ready to fall off the wagon, huh?
Ray, could I- Could I talk to you for a minute privately over here?
- What? Now? - Yeah. Now. Just for a minute over here.
- When were you in 'Nam? - 1969.
- Oh, yeah? What unit? - Americal 198.
Yeah? What base camp?
Some gook village outside of Saigon. What?
- Do you remember all the names? - Yeah. Every one of'em.
Here's the deal, Ray.
I don't know what the hell you get out of it.
But as far as I'm concerned, you can tell people that you and me went through doors together.
You can tell 'em you own the World Trade Center, and you were married to Marilyn Monroe.
You feel free to tell people that you put every gangster since Legs Diamond behind bars...
but Ray, you cannot lie about what happened in Vietnam.
Because that is an insult to people who were there and who did what had to be done.
I was in Vietnam, 1969.
In what capacity, Ray?
A maintenance unit.
Then you say that. You tell the truth, or you don't say anything at all.
Do you hear me, Ray? Huh? Or do we need to take this outside?
See? That has always been your problem, Sipowicz.
That's why you're still doing precinct work. You never learned to lighten up.
You say anything you want, Ray, but not about 'Nam. All right?
Not about 'Nam.
Andy. Andy, wejust got beeped.
Yeah.
Fancy. He wants us to check out some robbery/assault. Diane'll take Sylvia home.
- What's going on? - A couple of Colombians got taken off on Grand Street.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Let me see your complainant report. - They don't want to make one.
Get this. They say they don't know each other.
This one says he fell. The other one said he got hit, but he's not sure by whom.
They don't want the police.
Mm-hmm. So you fell down?
- Si. - By accident?
- Accidental. Si. - And you weren't robbed.
- No robbery. - And you're not a drug dealer.
And a black guy with a scar right here and track marks on both his hands...
he didn't jump you and stick a gun the size of a drainage pipe in your face...
and take your little black satchel with all your hard-earned drug money, huh?
- None of that ever happened, right? - No police, no robbery.
Okay. Just checkin'.
Put down complainant uncooperative and refused medical aid.
You got it.
We got a Ferdinand Hollie shot on Second and Fifth.
- Your office said to respond. - Is he D.O. A?
Looks like he's going out. I'll lead you over.
A guy got shot in the back, hurt bad. Won't let anyone touch him.
Ferdinand.
Don't touch me, man.
Just take it easy.
It's hot.
- Didn't mess up my work. I had those Colombians' case. - All right.
It was Marvin Freeland's crew bushwhacked me after.
Halfway down the block.
- Who from Freeland's crew? - Ask your homey in the hockey jacket.
Eddie Leon capped me. Didn't see the wheel man.
Maybe you can check the E.R.'s. I got two off.
All right. We'll check for any wounds with.44s.
- I'm sorry, Ferdinand. - Uh-uh.
Said it was a favor, not rent.
That left it up to me.
Got no b-bodies unaccounted for, Robert.
D- D-Don't let 'em clear no cases off me.
Hey. Hey.
We took this off him.
Andy, you voucher this for me?
I gotta go someplace.
- I need a ride. - Sure. Come on.
Everybody use gloves. Guy had the bug.
No. I mean, this is true.
Somebody down there is wasting the alcohol. Forget it.
We gotta talk.
I've already had my Bible lesson.
Let's... go.
What? We going to the john? I needed to do that for the last 20 minutes.
- Come on. - Yeah.
Ferdinand Hollie got whacked out on the street.
Mm. What is the ceiling for suspects? Fifty? Fifty-five?
No, no, no. Marvin Freeland had him capped, Kahlins, after you gave him up.
Oh, God. You and me have had this little chat.
I have got no tears for your C.I.
I will take a piss in his honor, though...
if you will vacate the line of fire.
He was a better guy than you ever thought about being!
And I am on a job with you!
- We'll see for how long. - Well, you go ahead.
You bring up charges, Kahlins. You go ahead. You get your witnesses.
I bet there's a whole line of guys outside waiting to stand up for you.
Oh, God.
Sorry for clearing out the place.