NYPD Blue s03e13 Episode Script

Previously on NYPD Blue.
- What happened, Doug? - I shot him.
Somebody killed your father.
You think a stranger did that? I want my brother to have a lawyer.
He said he was gonna beat my half a brain out of my head.
We're talking about whether this woman needs to be in the system before the grand jury gets the case, and both of us know that she can walk unless you're lookin' to kiss your boss's ass.
Tell your girlfriend she can take her mother home.
Now, you think that's their office's position or just this A.
D.
A? I gotta ask you, Miss Silver.
Please don't take this the wrong way.
It isn't you, is it? It's not that you prefer going to trial? Not- No.
No, no, no, no.
Not building up fees.
It's just you had said my mom's case was really interesting and you'd love to defend her in court.
Yeah, maybe we should.
I'd appreciate it.
Sure.
That'd be fine.
Now she's pissed off.
Who? Your mom's lawyer? Mm.
She doesn't want to approach the D.
A.
About a plea until the grand jury votes and it's a hundred percent likelihood they're gonna indict.
Meanwhile, my mom's sure she's going on trial.
She's afraid to go to sleep.
She's dreaming about it.
Diane, your family lawyer says that this woman is one of the best with this type of case, right? I mean, Sylvia says she kicks ass.
She's gonna stop by on her way to court.
She has a hearing on some other case.
Says we should talk about what to do.
Hey.
Simone.
Your world, boss.
Oh, yeah? No, I know where it's at.
Okay.
Right.
- Hmm.
- What? Homicide, Little Italy.
Well, I'll see you at the house.
- Yeah.
Where are my keys? - In the No Court TV after I split.
Busted.
- See ya.
- Okay.
Bye.
- Hey, what do we got? - D.
O.
A.
Vincent Del Marco.
- Related? - Carmine's son, Carmine's house.
One to the forehead.
That's the mother.
Says she was at the market.
Came home, found him.
- Tell you anything else? - Get lost.
Thanks.
Mrs.
Del Marco, we're detectives.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Can you answer some questions for us? No, I don't know what happened.
- So Vincent had been shot when you came home? - I was at the market.
- When I got back, he was dead.
- Hey.
- Any idea who might've done this? - I don't know.
I'd like to be left alone, please.
Hey, Bobby? - Let me in here.
- You gotta stay out of this room, sir.
- This is my house.
- It's part of a crime scene.
Mr.
Del Marco, I'm Detective Simone.
This is Detectives Sipowicz and Martinez.
This is my house here.
I need to see my son.
- He's dead.
Vincent is dead.
- Go upstairs.
I don't know what to do.
Father Avacone is at his sister's in Saratoga.
- I don't know what to do.
- Go upstairs.
Go ahead.
Go on.
I've seen bodies before.
Well, if we let you see Vincent, you gotta promise not to disturb the crime scene.
- I won't.
- You might wanna hold him and so forth.
You can't do that.
How did this happen, Mr.
Del Marco? He do something, or is somebody after you? - He was killed close up, huh? - Mm-hmm.
- Nobody broke in? - Nope.
All right.
All right.
I know what happened here.
Do you wanna let us in on it? Do what you gotta do and get out.
Nobody here's got anything to say to you guys.
I got it.
What's the story on your D.
O.
A? Carmine Del Marco's kid shot at his parents' breakfast table.
Family gave tremendous cooperation.
Nobody saw dick.
- Anything on canvass? - James is still out.
We got a next-door neighbor who's got something.
She didn't want to talk at the crime scene.
- You want to contact O.
C.
C.
B? - Get their ideas, any possible links with Lucky Luciano? Let's see what the neighbor gives us.
Yeah, we just got a homicide in Chelsea.
Russell's up.
She's ready to catch.
- Hey, Diane? - Yeah.
- A homicide on 17 th Street.
- All right.
Might go into a lot of overtime.
You up to that? Geez, I'd hate to make some extra money on this job.
- Yeah, okay.
Work it with Greg.
- May I help you? - I'm here to see Detective Simone.
- Greg.
Detective Simone? - Hi.
- Hi.
I'm Marian Kadell.
I live next to the Del Marcos.
Detective Martinez told me to ask for you.
Well, we appreciate your coming in, Mrs.
Kadell.
- This is my partner, Detective Sipowicz.
- How do you do? How do you do? Could we talk somewhere in private? I'm very nervous just being here.
- We'll go in this next room here, have some coffee.
- Come here.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
I just want to tell you up front I'm not testifying at any trial.
All right.
Let's just take it slow, Mrs.
Kadell.
A trial is not even in the picture right now.
You want some coffee? No, I just want to make it clear becauseJimmy's father being who he is.
Vincent was the son who was shot.
Jimmy is the youngest Del Marco boy.
He killed Vincent.
- You saw that happen? - No.
Barbara Del Marco told me.
She came running over, crying for me to call an ambulance.
- She tell you she seen the shooting? - No, she was at the market.
But she says, 'I know it's Jimmy.
" She say ifher sons had argued? Argued? No, listen.
I've lived next to the Del Marcos for 24 years.
I've seen both those boys grow up.
Jimmy was always bad.
He was so handsome.
But he had the coldest eyes I've ever seen.
Like an animal.
Only Vincent was so sweet.
I'm telling you, the wrong boy died this morning.
Were the boys involved in their father's business? Mobsters? Vincent? No, he owned his own plumbing supply company on Long Island.
- What aboutJimmy? - Jimmy? Well, Jimmy Jimmy was always dressed very nice, but he was a bum.
I know he was arrested before.
All right.
Well, thanks very much for your help, Mrs.
Kadell.
Listen, I I don't like being the one to send Barbara's last boy tojail.
She's a good friend of mine.
But he's caused so much grief.
Can you imagine? To kill his own brother? - All right.
Thank you.
- Oh! Listen, you're not gonna tell anybody that I was here? - No, we won't.
- Okay, thank you.
Another close-knit O.
C.
Family.
- What do we got? - D.
O.
A.
's a white female, 48, Georgia Tierney.
Shot in the head.
Husband, Theodore.
He's inside.
Already lawyered up.
- Who's that? - That's another one.
- Works for the one inside.
- What's the one named inside? - Barry Ulin.
- Oh.
Barry Ulin, huh? Should I know who that is? Nah.
Ignorance on lawyers reflects a good upbringing.
The body's down here.
- Did you find a weapon? - Not in the bedroom.
That one wanted a warrant to let us look anywhere else.
Contact wound.
Got a broken window here, Greg.
If it was a forced entry, somebody cleaned up after.
Yeah.
Window could've been broke another time.
Then it could be a suicide.
Or he shoots her while she's sleeping.
Think he wants a lawyer 'cause she killed herself? Mr.
Tierney, I'm Detective Russell.
I'm Barry Ulin, counsel to Mr.
Tierney.
He's not answering any questions.
Your wife's dead in there, Mr.
Tierney.
- I'm following my counsel's advice.
- If you don't cooperate that makes us think of you as a suspect.
You've got a right to think.
He has a right not to say anything.
I would also appreciate it that you restrict your activities to the area of the body until you get your warrant.
- Did you kill her, Mr.
Tierney? - Hey, that's enough.
I'll be back with a search warrant.
In the meantime, this house and the crime scene are secured.
Don't let them in the bedroom till we come back.
Got it.
- What's it look like? - Looks like that guy shot his wife.
Hang out a while.
We're getting a warrant.
Okay.
I'm George Weiss, David.
I work for Mr.
Ulin.
I'm sorry about your mother.
What's the current version? Has he changed his story the last few minutes? Your stepfather's upstairs.
He and Mr.
Ulin would like to talk with you.
- I'm Detective Russell.
Do you know this man? - No.
- David, I know your stepdad wants to see you.
- My good buddy.
Hey, Counselor, you don't represent this gentleman, so get away from him.
Then I'd like to go inside.
I need to speak with Mr.
Ulin.
- We'll let your boss know you want to see him.
- Go stand over here.
Go get the lawyer.
Do you have any idea what happened to your mother? She got murdered.
Came home this morning.
There's three messages on my answering machine.
- Each one he's more wasted.
- This is your stepfather? First message he says that there was a fight, the gun went off, and he killed her.
Next one she's trying to kill herself, and he was trying to take the gun, and it went off.
Last one's a burglar.
He says she was going after a burglar, and she fell.
- These were on your machine? - Then Mr.
Ulin wants me to contact him as soon as possible.
David, come here.
You got that out good, Ted.
You must've been shoveling coffee down your throat the last six hours, huh? - We need to talk to you.
- What's the point? David, can I please talk to you? You can't talk to your father right now.
- Mr.
Tierney, you're under arrest.
- What is this? - You're under arrest.
Let's go.
- Barry.
It'll be all right.
On what basis is he being arrested? You can talk to your client after he's been booked.
- Take him in a separate car.
- It'll be all right.
Sure.
David, why don't you ride to the station house with me.
Ride with me.
Please.
This oughta be interesting.
In here, sir.
- Hey, James? - Yeah.
A shooting at 14th and Third.
Work it with Adrianne.
Okay, Lieu.
That's the D.
O.
A.
's husband on my homicide, Lieu.
He's a collar.
- Barry Ulin's his lawyer.
- Barry's been busy on the cell phone? Mm-hmm.
What do we got? D.
O.
A.
Shot at close range, Iying face up on the bed.
Apane in the bedroom window's broken, but the window's not unlocked or raised.
And there's no sign of a struggle or ransacking.
What do you want? I'm the riding D.
A.
I assume this involves the Tierney case? Ulin's wrapped around the husband and won't let him talk.
He wants a warrant to let us look around.
We're leaving to get one.
The D.
O.
A.
's son shows up.
Husband's stepson.
He tells us the husband's a big oiler.
Left a bunch of drunken messages on the kid's answering machine about shooting the wife.
I collar the husband to keep him away from the kid but the kid gets in the car with Ulin.
- Who now arrives to get his client kicked.
- Detective? - One minute.
- Have we got enough to hold him? Ulin's already been on the phone with my boss.
- I gather you didn't find a weapon? - No.
I'll get a search warrant, but there's no way the gun's gonna still be in the house.
So your shot's the message tape from the son's apartment.
Without supporting evidence, this tape will have to directly incriminate for us to go to bat.
Excuse me! I would like Theodore Tierney charged or released.
Counselor, allegations have been made against Mr.
Tierney.
- We're gonna look- - Those allegations come from David Tierney.
David spoke to me and told me he was angry and upset when he talked to your detectives and said things he didn't mean.
You'd understand us wanting to hear that from him.
Here's his phone number.
He'll also tell you I'm now his attorney.
That's your beeper? - Are you gonna call David Tierney? - I'll call him when I'm ready.
LfTheodore Tierney is not released in timely fashion I'm gonna run up some hours on a civil lawsuit.
Nobody talks to him.
If you're gonna make a try for the stepson, you probably oughta get on that.
- How's your mother? - What's that supposed to mean? Well, I think that would fall under the category of a polite inquiry, Detective.
She's all right.
Gentlemen.
- Is that the asshole prosecuting Diane's mother? - What's he doing here? He's riding today.
Caught Russell's homicide.
- Small world.
- But ugly.
So, what do you got? Ah, there's nobody at this Jimmy Del Marco's last address.
Jimmy's got two rob-assault collars down in Midtown South, and the guys over there say that his act is taking off gays in the West Village, plus shaking down bar owners.
- You gonna check that out? - Yeah.
B.
C.
I.
, they're sending Del Marco's picture and a car.
- We're gonna show it around Christopher Street.
- Just let me spruce up.
David, I would be really grateful if you could come in and talk to me in person.
Yeah.
Great.
Thank you very much.
Hi.
How are you, Diane? Worried that I offended you, for one thing.
Oh, I don't know.
I don't think it's so irrational to consider a lawyer possibly having interests contrary to her client's.
- Do you want to get some coffee or something? - Sure.
The reason I've held off, Diane with the D.
A.
's reluctant to discuss a plea for your mom it mildly weakens our position to push the conversation.
I think why they're reluctant is with you being a cop they have public relations problems if they accept a plea from your mom too early in the process.
I know that makes sense.
Coffee? No, thanks.
On the other hand, just the prospect of a trial is an emotional strain on your mother.
And on you because you're worried about her.
So to hell with Maury Abrams and his public relations problems.
Let me get together with him and young Mr.
Cohen and brief them on the case law we'll use to kick their asses if they go to trial.
Several of which cases yours truly argued.
Then suggest we're willing to talk deal.
If you think it's bad strategy, it might hurt what kind of arrangement you can make.
I won't let that happen.
Okay.
I apologize if you took offense.
Impervious to insult.
Occupational requirement.
I'm Detective Sipowicz.
This is Detective Simone.
We need to ask you a few questions aboutJimmy Del Marco.
I don't need to see a picture ofJimmy Del Marco.
I've seen enough of that guy.
- Jimmy shakes you down? - I don't think he's gonna come around this week.
Oh, really? What did Jimmy D.
Do this time? - How do you know him? - The G.
Q Manson? I'm half blind in my right eye 'cause he pistol-whipped me up and down the back alley one night.
That's after he stole $ 150 I was gonna send to my niece.
Well, now there's a good chance thatJimmy blew his brother's head off.
Well, I hope you find him and kill him in custody.
- Tom.
- I'll say what I want, Paul.
I don't have a bar to get torched.
Hey, why don't we go back to figurin' that Jimmy's not gonna be making his rounds anymore? - Just an impression I get.
- Mm-hmm.
A rather elegant Italian man was in aboutJimmy an hour ago.
He left here and went to Harvey's Bar and then a few minutes later I noticed him walking toward the Palazzo Tavern.
I think his visit's the basis for Paul's impression.
- So, Paul, the old man did come in? - What did Carmine tell you? You don't give the kid up, he'll make him leave town? Nobody home, Detective.
Hey, we are looking to take this Jimmy out of circulation for good.
Really.
Where can we find him? Well, I can't give you an address butJimmy did used to ride around with another psychopath in a tricked-out black Cadillac.
What was that stupid license plate? Mr.
Groovy"? Dr.
Funky.
" Does that qualify as a lead? Absolutely.
- What's up? - Carmine reached out.
Promised all these gay bar owners if they monk up, he'd getJimmy out of town.
A fruit in one of the bars gave us a license plate we could try.
Some jerk drives Jimmy around.
Your guy did the double James and Adrianne are working.
This guy lookin' to set a record? Husband and wife are in a bridal shop getting fitted for their daughter's wedding.
A guy in a silk suit walks in to stick 'em up.
They're giving up their money, but the guy murders both them.
Then he's trying to whack the owner.
The gun jams, so he splits.
- And it's Jimmy Del Marco.
- It's Jimmy Del Marco.
The owner recognizes the kid.
He's been in there like three or four times.
- You showed him Del Marco's picture? - Yeah, he picked him right out.
You wanna talk to him? I'll run Dr.
Funky's license plate.
Yeah.
I don't understand.
What could've been in his mind? Take it easy, Mr.
Hannon.
This is Detective Sipowicz.
He'd like to talk to you a bit about what happened.
I don't understand it.
I just said he murdered them for no reason, and he tried to murder me for no reason.
- This is Jimmy Del Marco? - I know him.
Mrs.
Leon was trying to get her ring off.
She had just given him her purse.
- And Mr.
Leon, he had just given his wallet over.
- And he just opened fire? She was struggling to get the ring off and he yelled some obscenity at her, called her something and started shooting.
And also he tried to shoot me too.
His gun jammed.
They were just Iying in blood.
- All right.
- I know the family.
He came in to look at a tuxedo several years ago and said my stock was a joke.
Did he expect I wouldn't remember he insulted me? - Any chance you noticed the car he was in? - Yes! Like the cars pimps drive.
- Gold hubcaps.
Gold all over.
- Thanks a lot.
You got an apartment number? Thanks.
- How'd you do with Dr.
Funky? - I got it.
Plate's registered to a Joe Carlin.
This guy lives out in Brooklyn.
Yeah? Well, it sounds like he did a bridal shop in Manhattan this afternoon.
- This guy lives like five blocks from me.
- Good.
You can check your birds.
Hey, I do have a new pair of Satinettes.
I'll show 'em to you.
What? David, thanks for coming in.
I'm sorry I put you in this position.
I know you arrested him because of me, and I arrested your stepfather because you said he admitted killing your mother.
Have a seat.
He said a lot of different things.
First thing was that he killed her.
Look, I was upset.
I'm not sure what he said.
David, I'd like to hear those messages on your answering machine.
- They're erased.
- When did that happen? This morning, before I went over to their apartment.
I erased them after I played them.
Look, what's the point? If they hadn't been erased if I'd given them to you, he's still never going to jail.
The point is telling the truth.
Speaking for your mother when she can't speak for herself.
That's pretty, but my mother never spoke for herself when she had the chance.
She was as much of a drunk as Big Ted.
She left a good man.
So she deserved to be killed? David, however your stepfather's lawyer got you to change your story I don't think he changed your real feelings.
Now, is it possible you didn't erase those messages? They're still around somewhere, and you're deciding what you should do with them? - No.
- No? I wish you and I had met under different circumstances.
Excuse me.
Think about what you're doing, David.
- Yeah, okay.
- You promise? Yeah, I'll think about it.
I'll be here.
Down here, Joe.
Give me a second.
Is that the guy you figure for Del Marco's wheel man? - Yeah, it's Joe Carlin.
- Okay, Midtown South called.
They got a 21- year-old male hustler D.
O.
A.
In a garbage can.
Guy's been dead about 18 hours.
Shot with a nine-millimeter.
So in going through the guy's apartment they find six negatives of him going down on Jimmy Del Marco.
Plus a bunch of balled-up versions of a blackmail note in the trash.
Kid's asking 1,200 bucks for the pictures.
So you figure that's what moved Jimmy from shakedowns to homicides? M.
E.
Autopsies him.
Finds 12 one-dollar bills stuffed up his ass.
Yeah, Jimmy wants to make his point but he don't wanna spend a lot of money.
I've got an idea, Joe.
Why don't you tell us where we can find Jimmy Del Marco.
- Who's that? - The guy you were driving all afternoon.
- I was in bed all afternoon.
I got a cold.
- Well, I don't hear it in ya.
Of course, you being a physician and all, you probably prescribed yourself something.
What's that supposed to mean? On you license plate, it says you're an M.
D.
That's a joke.
Dr.
Funky.
" Oh, so you're not really a doctor.
So, Joe, when you were outside that bridal shop in that quiet little Caddy that you drive you got I.
D.
'd, man.
Three different people picked you out of the mug books.
In your line of work, it's probably a mistake driving flashy wheels, Joe.
Especially when you got a face like a dog's ass that probably draws people's attention right there.
You'll get nothing from me, all right? Jimmy Del Marco's going down, Joe.
The bridal shop guy I.
D.
'd him for those murders.
We got him whacking some gay hustler over some party pictures not to mention he shoots his own brother.
Yeah, well, I ain't gettin' my head blown off.
Give up an address, Joe.
You were drivin' a car.
You didn't know what was gonna happen.
Let me tell you somethin'- how people get screwed.
I'm drivin' a person out of harm's way as a favor for somebody else.
The person's relative.
Asshole jumps outta the car for something he has no reason to do! - Like pulling a stickup.
- But for money he don't need! He's got all the travelin' money he needs from his relative.
From Carmine? That's how you wind up screwed.
And I do have a cold.
And I did get out of bed to do a favor.
And I wind up in a disaster, so screw the both of you! - Just tell us where you can find him.
- No way, man.
No way! Yeah, you don't want to compromise your big future, Joe.
I see you operating a huge fleet of limos.
I bought that car for 208 bucks off a crackhead Arab kid whose life was ruined.
Mm.
Must be an unlucky vehicle.
Crime Scene found a.
25-caliber shell casing in Tierney's bedroom.
Pistol License Bureau shows Tierney with a target permit for a.
25.
- So how are we doin' with the search warrant? - It's supposed to be on the way.
David Tierney wants to meet us when we go back to the apartment.
Well, that can't be bad, huh? It's not gonna make him love his stepfather seeing how the mother was executed.
Yeah.
Maybe you can flip him back.
Fifteenth.
Yeah.
Hold on one second.
Hold on.
Detectives, someone has information regarding your case.
Line three.
Yeah? Can I help you? Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm.
He's gonna be there? Well, how many tanks is it gonna take for us to get inside there? No, huh? You can guarantee that? What? Who might you be? Oh.
Jimmy Del Marco's playing gin at Salvatore's Chess and Social Club.
He doesn't know anybody dropped the dime.
- And nobody'll give us trouble going in.
- Who says all this? It was like this handkerchief on the mouthpiece.
My money's on Carmine.
The son's still a psychopath.
Get E.
S.
U.
To back you.
All right.
- Your warrant for that Tierney apartment.
- Thank you.
Yeah.
Excuse me if I don't go over particulars with you.
I gotta hurry back to get fitted for my patsy outfit in your mother's case.
- You follow that? - Not exactly.
But I hope he's getting screwed.
Let's go.
- Hi.
- How's it going? David Tierney, this is Detective Medavoy.
I don't know if you two met this morning.
Yeah.
Sorry for your loss.
I wanted to see my mother.
- We got our warrant, Donny.
- Okay.
You're not aware of any places in the house where a weapon might've been kept? No.
I didn't come here very much.
All right.
I'm gonna look for the gun in here.
I'll go over the bedroom again.
You can come with me.
We can't disturb anything.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Get one from the other side.
I got it.
- Give us a second, huh? - Sure.
This was cold-blooded murder, David.
No gun went off accidentally.
There was no struggle.
Your mother was asleep.
Your stepfather put a gun to her temple and pulled the trigger.
- You think he should get away with that? - No.
But there's nothing I can do about it.
That's not true.
I think you've still got those messages.
You were too angry to have erased them.
And they give you too much leverage.
- What do you mean, leverage? - Leverage, David.
- Over your stepfather who has a lot of money.
- I'm a graduate student! If I was so interested in money, do you think I'd still be studying for my Ph.
D? Maybe you're interested in money, but you don't want to hold down a job.
What did you think you were gonna see here? What could you have seen that would've changed your mind? Nothing.
You'll never understand.
I understand.
Go home and have a good cry, David.
How the world doesn't understand you.
- Get lost.
- Yes, sir.
All right, let's be heads-up.
This guy spent his whole day shooting people.
- Come on, Jimmy.
- You don't need fours.
You're running clubs.
I'm running clubs.
- The scumbag in the corner.
- All right.
We got him.
It's in your face, you dumb son of a bitch.
One of these days you're gonna learn how to play, calling me to steal all your money.
Maybe one day your luck'll run out.
- All right.
You're under arrest.
- I'm in the middle of a game.
Yeah? What was your brother in the middle of, Jimmy? And how about those people in that bridal shop? - Hey, Carl, call my pop.
- Joey, how about a game of gin? - Hey, Carl, call my pop! - Yeah, I'll get right on the phone, Jimmy.
- Don't worry.
- Let's go.
Thanks for all your help, you lazy sons of bitches! - There's the old man.
Waitin' till the game's over.
- Come on.
- Joe, are you comin' over or not? - Yeah.
- How's it going, Jimmy? - Where's my old man? I wouldn't be waiting for the cavalry, Jimmy.
You oughta think about a statement of remorse.
We got eyewitnesses to those bridal shop homicides.
- What, and eyewitnesses never went away? - Who do you think gave you up? Oh, my old man gave me up? Why don't you sell that to the yambos? Jimmy, are they gonna open the door for us at that card room sit on their hands while we grab you up, without your dad's say-so? You know, I'd go big with the remorse, Jimmy.
Or you went nuts.
You got hysterical off those gay photos.
This guy's blackmailing you.
You suddenly snap.
You whack him.
You shove and then you stuff him in a garbage can.
I don't know what you're talkin' about, Officer.
And then this morning at breakfast maybe your brother requests something from the citrus family.
He mentions fruit.
Hey, you take that wrong.
You blow his head off.
Now you're on a roll.
Hey, up your ass, pal! Up your ass! - Jimmy wants to get friendly.
- There's someone to see him.
Why don't you come in here? We'll get friendly together.
You don't scare me.
- Come on! Open the door! Let's go! - Excuse me.
- You're dead.
You don't know me.
- Thanks, James.
Sure.
No lawyer.
- Can I see him? - We're gonna have to be in there with you.
You oughta get your son to understand the situation.
The only way he helps himself is giving his side of the story.
I know what I gotta do.
Raise your hands.
- Where you been, Pop? - Can he come out of there? Your mother don't stop cryin'.
I'm gonna get outta this.
She's cryin' about Vincent.
Who's gonna represent me? All this from not telling the truth.
You think you're the first queer in the world? Your brother gets a call about pictures showing you being queer, and you take his life? Who's gonna represent me, Pop? Getting word to that kid that drove you he should tell the truth.
What are you doin' to me, Pop? I asked him to drive you out of town, not to be lookout at some bridal shop.
I put him in that car with you.
I take responsibility for my actions.
What? Putting me in jail? That's your responsibility.
What you did to innocent people.
If you want, Al Lombardi'll represent you.
Ask him if your best shot is giving a statement.
Believe me, you can forget about any statement.
Al Lombardi's one of the best.
Al Lombardi gets me a walk.
There they go.
You'll make your client available if developments warrant.
- Certainly.
- I know your client doesn't have to answer but I am going to get an order to produce on his.
25 automatic.
You can save everyone some time telling whatever you're gonna tell me now.
- It was stolen.
- Mm.
- Which you never reported? - No.
I neglected to report it.
- Ah.
- Just as a point of information what got you off the invisible burglar scenario? Did you explain to Ted him breaking the window out onto the street? All the glass being on the sidewalk? How that one probably wouldn't sell? Huh? - Let's go, Ted.
- Yeah, your client's got some catching up to do.
- When's the last time you were sober this near dinner? - Diane - What do you wanna be when you grow up, Detective? - Not like you, a whore lawyer.
Somebody representing prostitutes? - Hi.
- Our table available? Sure.
Excuse me.
How'd it go with the D.
A? I guess your mom will be the final judge of that.
Although she didn't want to hear the terms from me.
She told me to tell you so the two of you could discuss it.
- All right.
- lllegal possession of the firearm goes away.
They charge the grandjury to indict her with second-degree manslaughter.
Your mother will plead guilty.
She'd get five years probation.
- No jail time? - No jail.
- Thank God.
- As I said, Diane I think she would be acquitted at the trial.
- But if it's a deal you want, it's a pretty good one.
- She's terrified of a trial.
Then you should tell her to accept the proposal.
I will.
I, uh, appreciate this, Miss Silver.
Well, off to whore for another client.
No, I don't actually What is it, David? It's important to me you don't feel I was being mercenary or corrupt.
So now we know what's in the conversation for you.
- I was confused and angry.
- My shift's over.
I did destroy those message tapes.
I called the phone company to see if there was any way to retrieve them.
- There isn't.
- That's what they said.
So what? You want a gold star for trying? His lawyer told me even if you had the tapes you couldn't have gotten an indictment.
Yeah? Well, that's what the lawyer said.
He said the statements were self-contradictory and wouldn't be usable as evidence.
David, your stepfather's lawyer makes me sick but it's his job to make me sick.
When you didn't stand up for your mother, you weren't doing any job.
You just didn't stand up.
I'm not taking any money from him.
You were wrong to say that.
So you weren't greedy.
Only gutless.
If you've got some big reasons for that, tell 'em to a shrink.
You and me are done talking.
Good night, Greg.
I guess that means a drink's out.
See? All that education didn't go to waste.
Bobby, five years probation.
Oh, Diane, that's- that's great.
Yeah.
My mom's gonna be so relieved.
Dougie too.
Yeah, this Miss Silver, she really came through for you, huh? Yeah, she did.
She walks in just when I'm tellin' that shyster Ulin how all lawyers are whores.
Do you have to transport Del Marco? No, there's a uniform cop.
Come on.
We're outta here.
- Good.
- Oh, look at this.
- My favorite couple.
- What? Permit a beaten man a little irony, Detective.
- Did anyone ever tell you you talk like a sissy? - Let's go.
One of the reasons I came was to say I hope there's no hard feelings.
The position I took on your mother's case was on instruction.
Turns out I was fronting a public relations stall.
Sometimes the performers don't know what the play is really about.
All I know is my mother didn't deserve to go to jail.
As I said, I don't think my office ever planned on going to bat.
'Cause it would've been bad P.
R.
Otherwise, you would've been running up there with your Louisville Slugger.
Last I looked, Detective, my job specs don't make me arbiter of who is and isn't guilty.
I'm supposed to be an advocate, just like the lawyer on the other side.
It's kind of a paradox to have people say you're amoral 'cause you're doing your job.
Well, maybe if you got rid of that smart-ass grin.
Yeah.
Well, it's hard not to be entertained when you're working a system where the detective in charge of investigating a homicide is seeing the killer's daughter.
- Whoa! - Come here.
Hey! Hey! Hey! That's twice that you said that I looked to bag this case.
- Bobby- - I'm not one of your punk law school buddies.
Mouth off again to me, and you're gonna be spitting teeth.
You're about five seconds from me filing charges.
Oh, yeah? Well, I would hate to be in a position where I needed to use a lawyer.
Where are your fives on the Tierney case? Out box upstairs.
- He's a little jerk.
- Let's just get out of here, Bobby.
Come on.
- Good night, Sarge.
- Good night.
I think I might've blown it with that David Tierney.
Fancy said we couldn't make a case even if he would've cooperated.
He kept coming on like such a victim.
He's this poor puppet being yanked around by his tragic family situation.
I wanted to give him a smack.
Well, that might've moved him.
I should've worked with that and let him go with it.
But I couldn't.
I just I was afraid to get inside.
It I kept seeing my brother in this guy and not wanting Dougie to quit on himself.
I'm trying so hard to believe people don't have to be trapped by who they are or or how they've lived.
You don't think I'm trapped, do you? No.
No, I don't.
Maybe I just came back to work too soon.