Andy: Previously,
on NYPD Blue...
Uniform responded to a domestic dispute
involving my sister and her husband.
Take him in.
There's nothing you've been saying I haven't
heard a hundred beat up women say before!
I'm not 100 beat up
women! I'm your sister!
- Can you going to tell me
what's going on here?
- Yeah.
You're going to central booking to
get processed for beatin' your wife.
- She's pressing charges?
- Oh, she sure is.
"It's my fault. I said
things I shouldn't have."
I mean, come on!
Why are you so upset
about it? It's not your life!
You keep dragging me into it!
Officer: Stabbed
in the leg. Bled out.
Who's the ghoul?
She saw the end of it.
Said it was a bike heist.
Andy: All right. Thanks.
Uh, Nathan Emery. He's 16.
Lives over on 9th,
two blocks down.
Ah. Let's go.
Hey. Let's try and call
her "ma'am" to her face.
Detectives Clark and Sipowicz.
Did you see what happened?
What happened
is "they" moved in!
Andy: You want to
tell us what "they" did?
I was just getting
ready to walk Ruby,
and was just about
out of the lobby
and I saw the three
of them arguing.
And then one fell
down, and then,
[chuckles] the other
two took his bicycle.
Could you describe them?
Well, they're black kids
wearing what they wear.
Think if you looked at some
pictures you could pick them out?
Not in a million years.
Well, there you have it.
Thanks for your help.
What have we got?
Kid got stabbed for his bike.
Do me a favor and get her description
of the bike and the perps over the air.
We'll check with robbery for
patterns on bicycle thieves.
We'll start a
canvas Which first?
Pick one.
I want to see him!
That's not my son!
- Man: I want to see him!
- Officer: Hold it! Stay back!
- I want to see him!
- All right, all right,
all right. We got this.
What's your name?
Anton Emery.
Someone called said something
happened to my son, Nathan.
Can't be right. He just
went for a bike ride!
He just went for a ride!
John: Sir...
Is it Nathan?
Well, let's talk over
here. Come on.
Is that my son?
The ID that we found on
him said it was Nathan.
That is not Nathan!
We're very sorry.
Now, lets... let's
just talk for a minute.
[sobbing] It can't be.
[theme music]
We appreciate you
coming down, sir.
We know how difficult this is.
Just tell me what
you're gonna to do.
How many men you
putting on my son's case?
Four detectives will
be making this a priority.
Four?
Everyone here should be
working to find who did this.
Well, you can help us do that
by answering a few questions.
Tell us about the bike.
It was a Bertoli, cherry red.
A racing bike?
Nathan wanted
it for three years,
and once he gets his
mind to something...
Expensive?
Top of the line.
I told him he brought his
grades up, I'd find a way.
Came home with
all B's this quarter.
Your son have any enemies?
No.
- Was he in a g*ng?
- No.
Any chance without your
knowledge he was in a g*ng?
He's not in a g*ng!
He hang out with
g*ng members at all?
My boy was just m*rder*d,
and you bring me down
here to ask was he a bad kid?
- Mr. Emery...
- Oh, the hell with you!
We understand how you feel.
You got no idea how I feel!
He's 16!
He's my son!
I lost my boy five years ago.
I know exactly how you feel.
He's a good kid.
[crying] There's no g*ng.
Nathan was just a good kid.
[sobbing]
[inhales/exhales deeply]
[telephone ringing]
We'll call you as soon as
we know anything, Mr. Emery.
Kid wasn't in a g*ng
the dad knew of.
Jones and Medavoy
come back with anything?
They're still on canvas.
I got robbery
checkin' for patterns.
Make sure they land on
the at-knife-point angle.
We don't need to sift through
a million 61s for stolen bikes.
Taken care of.
I asked to be notified
the second he posted bail.
I don't care how late it was!
Yeah? Well, I'm busy too, but
when a fellow cop asks for a favor,
I remember it!
Rita: What happened?
Corrections says Frank
made bail at 11:20 last night.
- Andy: Where's Michelle?
- I don't know.
- She didn't come home.
- She bailed him out?
Yeah.
Any place we could look for her?
I put in a call to that rat trap motel
on Houston they were calling home.
No answer in their room.
There's not a lot
we can do for her
if she's gonna to keep
goin' back to this guy.
What am I gonna to do?
I'm sorry, boss. I know this has
been taking up a lot of my time.
Connie, do we see
an end point here?
I've reached it. I'm going
to set things straight.
Want me to come with you?
Thanks. I got it.
Her sister and that d*uche bag are
probably halfway to California by now.
I hope so. For his sake.
Name's Damian Bryant.
He was trying to ditch a Bertoli
ten-speed on the stairs outside.
You generally use our station
house as a dumping ground?
I can explain.
Yeah, let's go to
the explainin' room.
I got this electronic shop.
People always come
by trying to sell me stuff.
Usually just junk.
Yeah. Today someone
walks in with a bike.
I can't plug it in, but
quality's quality, right?
I bought the bike
for my son, Alan.
He's like his papa.
Can use the exercise.
Get back to the bike.
Well, a customer comes
in half hour ago, tell me
about this kid that got
stabbed on Stuyvesant.
I checked the bike
again, blood on the chain.
I come right down.
You know the guy
who sold it to you?
- No.
- John: What did he look like?
A brother. Ordinary.
Jog your memory.
Maybe he came in before.
I never seen him.
Bringing the bike down was
the right thing, Mr. Bryant.
Holding out on us, isn't.
I don't follow.
Guy comes by an appliance
store to fence a bike.
Got to be somebody who
thinks you might be interested,
somebody you know.
Look, I didn't have to
bring that thing down.
I'm a good citizen.
Dumping a bloody
bike trying to scurry off,
yeah, we'll give you
the key to the city.
I keep to myself, no problems.
Get caught up in something
like this, I'm a sitting duck.
People know right
where to find me.
Look, I don't have
to get involved.
And we don't have to believe
you got that bike after the fact!
We just might get around to believing
you're the one who k*lled the kid for it!
The guy who sold it to me...
I don't know his
name. That's the truth.
But he drops by time to
time offering me things.
Who we looking for?
Little dude, baggy jeans,
dark blue sweatshirt,
short hair, kind of
light brown complexion.
We need a location.
I see him front of that
pool hall on Lafayette a lot.
I pass by there on
my way to the subway.
- Quincy's.
- Yeah.
Y'all don't mess around, do you?
No, sir.
Yeah, yeah. I seen her.
She came in around midnight,
right after I came on duty.
Did she leave?
Why don't I check our high tech
video surveillance equipment?
Oh, wait. We don't got any.
I'm asking if you saw her leave?
No, but I saw the alky
she was with head out.
Smelled him too.
Lit a match,
[imitates expl*si*n]
whole place would've gone up.
When did this happen?
It is not my job to
mark people in and out!
Five minutes ago? Five hours?
I figure around nine,
could have been eight.
You need to open
Frank Colohan's room.
Listen, Detective, you looking
for your boyfriend or something?
Because I do not
need the trouble.
No, and there's not
going to be any trouble.
So this is official business?
Do you want to be handcuffs
with your face on that desk?
That's how it gets official.
Now, get off your fat
a*s and open the door!
Here's the master key.
Knock yourself out.
- Michelle.
- Hi, Connie.
Just stay still.
Don't move, okay?
I'm gonna to get you some help.
- 15th Squad to Central K.
- [radio]: Go ahead 15th Squad.
It's not as bad as it looks.
Okay. Just stay still.
I need an ambulance forthwith
at the Rogers Hotel on Houston.
[radio] Ten four.
It's on the way.
[chattering]
Got to call you back. Now what?
Andy: Just looking.
Last time you came in here just looking
you set me back three grand in damages.
Yeah?
- I run a clean place now.
- Looks the same to me.
We're going to be
out of here in a minute.
In the meantime, so there's
no misunderstandings,
sticks on the tables. Everybody.
Andy: You too, shorty.
Yo, I got next, yo.
Hey, come here.
Put your hands on the table.
What's your name?
Mike Sharp.
There you go.
It says here Charles Cooper.
I go by both.
Yeah. Well, tell Mike,
Charles gonna to go for a ride.
I didn't do nothing!
You got nothing to
worry about, do ya?
That I'm not locking
you up for that haircut...
Doctor: I'll see you over there.
There's no neck or spinal
cord injury, which is good news.
So she's gonna to be okay?
She's got some severe
bruising and a concussion.
I'd like to run some tests
and keep her overnight.
- And the baby?
- Dr. Caster's on her way,
and she's going to
want a full workup.
Check back in a few hours, okay?
Yeah, thanks.
- Give me a sec.
- Okay, sure.
Hey.
They're going to need
to run a couple of tests.
I'm fine.
- I can't afford it anyway.
- I'll cover it.
- I'm telling you
I just need to lie down.
- You need the tests.
I need you to tell
me where Frank is.
When my baby is born,
her father's not going
to be in jail, Connie.
He's not.
I found this paystub
in the motel room.
Company called Merchants.
Frank working there?
Michelle, we're bringing him in.
I'll be back soon.
I'm trying to help you.
I know.
Where were you this morning?
- Kicking it at Quincy's.
- Before that.
Got up, took a walk, scored
some smokes and a paper.
Tuesdays, I like to
read the want ads.
Your morning constitution
take you to Stuyvesant?
Umm, maybe.
I don't know. I was all around.
We got witnesses put
you and your boy there,
snatching a bike from a kid.
Me? Nah.
Yeah. Stupid clothes.
Stupid grin. You.
Aw, man.
You see, this is the part that
I like where we give you one
chance to help yourself
and you're too dumb to take it.
This is all on Grover.
Grover, huh?
Kermit and Big
Bird in on it, too?
Look, I'm serious
man! Grover Dawkins!
Look, we're not tight,
but I see him around.
I'm on my way to the
bodega, he's on his way, too.
So you two get to chatting?
Yeah. And on the corner this
kid rolls up on his dope bike.
Grover's like, "What you
want to do for that bike?"
But the kid don't
want to give it up.
Says it's a gift or something.
I'm saying give the kid a break,
but Grover pulls out
a blade and jams him.
Grover jams him?
If the kid's saying it
was me, he's lying!
Why were you shopping the bike?
Grover told me to.
Sucker just cut a guy.
What am I going to tell him? No?
Where we going
to find this Grover?
Well, we worked it out. I'm supposed to
call him on his cell later and pick him up
after I get the cash
from selling the bike.
You coming with
us to grab him up.
Hold on, man. No way, man!
You want to go
down for this robbery?
Look, it's bad enough I'm a rat!
I don't got to rub his face in
it and ruin my rep in the hood!
Look, Grover knows my whip.
He sees it, he'll walk
right up, bee to honey.
Please...
I don't got to be there.
Sit down.
You owe us.
[telephone ringing]
He go?
He puts it on a guy
named Grover Dawkins.
- Do you believe him?
- We'll see.
For what it's worth,
BCI says Cooper's clean.
Where do we find this Grover?
Cooper was supposed to set up a
meet to split the proceeds on the bike.
We're borrowing
Cooper's car for it.
You're going to have to drive.
No problem.
Where they supposed to meet?
Cooper's got to call
Grover on his cell.
Go ahead and get ready.
Greg and I will
take care of that call.
And easy on the car. I
got enough paperwork.
How's Michelle?
They're running some tests
when there's a pregnancy involved.
No, that... that's good.
Where are things here?
We ran the paystub
in before you called in.
Merchant's a third
rate telemarketing outfit.
Frank worked there. Rita's
headed down there, ask around.
Okay. You guys need
help with anything?
- We got it.
- I can't just sit here.
Why don't you run a
Grover Dawkins through BCI?
Get it to us on the radio.
Okay.
Greg, get Cooper in here.
Yeah, can we make this quick?
If I'm not watching the phone
banks, it's personal call city.
Frank Colohan work for you?
Worked... part-time
for like, a month.
Two rules in telemarketing.
Be on time, be enthusiastic.
He was O for two.
When did you see him last?
Told him to clear out
a week ago Tuesday.
Know where we might find him?
Any place with a liquor license.
Anything more specific?
Yeah, try a bar on Broadway
called The Frosted Mug.
Cheap drafts.
Frank was always trying to
rally the troops for happy hour.
And lunch.
[sighs] Frosted Mug. Thanks.
You know, you got what I
call a naughty teacher voice.
I bet you could sell
sand to an Arab.
I got openings.
As soon as my pension
kicks in, I'll look you up.
- Keep it short.
- No problem.
Still ringing.
It's me, dog.
I got a Benjamin
with your name on it.
Yeah, this is a damn
bike we're talkin' about.
Look, if you don't want it...
At the corner of
Catherine and Madison.
And did I come through or what?
Greg, keep Mr. Cooper handy.
So, did I do okay, officer?
Eh, you did fine.
Am I getting out today
seeing as I'm being helpful?
And this is all on Grover?
Just worry about keeping
up your end of the bargain.
Can I get some paper?
Some stuff I'd like to
add to my statement.
Sure, yeah. That's a good idea.
Case like yours getting
all the details down right,
that's going to make
everything work just right.
[grunts]
Son of a b*tch!
Son of a b*tch!
I'm going to head back down to
the hospital and check on Michelle.
Sure, go.
- Irvin: Oh my God.
- Connie: What happened?
Cooper escaped.
He hit me with a chair!
- Out the window?
- Yeah.
- I'm going after him.
- Irvin: I'll get the
first aid kit.
Connie: We'll
put it over the air.
I'm going after him.
Don't put it over the air!
We'll hold off on that. You sure
you don't need to get looked at?
I'm fine.
He jumped from that window.
Uh, what's going on?
Lady here thinks she saw a guy jump
from the second floor window and run off.
We'll take it from here.
Did he?
Not that we heard.
Thanks for your time, officer.
Sure thing, lieutenant.
I swear he jumped
from that window.
And started running
down the street? Or...
Yeah and then he jumped in a cab
at the end of the block and took off.
Did you get a plate
number or something?
No. Sorry.
- Thanks for your help.
- I swear I saw it.
We believe you. Thanks.
Should we...
should we have every cab
company put it out over their radios?
No. No use.
We'll take care of this. Go on
and be with your sister, Connie.
You going to be all right, Greg?
- Yeah.
- Hang in there.
Thanks.
- How's your head?
- It's fine.
If this is going to be reported as
a line of duty injury down the road,
I got to put it
over the air now.
I won't be making a
claim for this, boss.
I'm fine.
Let's see how they're doin'
grabbing up his buddy, Grover.
What happened to you?
- I walked into a door.
- [scoffs]
Yeah. I got it.
Listen, Medavoy,
something like this happens,
it's bad luck is all.
Nobody's going to
give you a hard time.
Yeah.
- What a numbskull.
- What the hell happened?
Cooper brained Medavoy with a
chair and then jumped out the window.
He's still in the wind.
- Jumped from the second floor?
- Yeah.
What, did he have on a red suit and
spider webs coming out of his wrists?
[scoffs] Only Medavoy.
[Baldwin on radio] Unit 2 assist
our guy coming up behind you.
Coming your way.
Stop! Police!
Hey! Don't move! Don't move!
Woah! You got the wrong guy!
Then why you running?
Because you chasing me.
Not smart, Grover,
hoofing it like that.
- Now, if you had a bike...
- I don't do bikes!
Not what we heard.
[telephone ringing]
Yeah.
This is Detective Sipowicz.
Yeah, Grover's standing
right here in cuffs, d*ck head.
We were just about to tell
him how you sold him out
- or do you want to tell
him yourself?
- Coop set me up?
Yeah, but he wanted you to
know that he's really, really sorry.
[sighs]
I came by to check on Michelle,
and the nurse said she's
been moved, pages you.
What's going on?
I tried to reach
you at the station.
Why don't you have
a seat, Detective?
Tell me what's happening.
Your sister had abdominal
bleeding from the beating.
She was fine when I left.
Internal injuries aren't
immediately apparent.
She went into labor, and
we discovered the extent.
The baby...
A girl eight weeks premature.
We're moving her
to the Neonatal ICU.
It's...
touch and go.
Okay.
Connie, Michelle's
bleeding was very bad,
and with the added
stress of labor, C-section.
Wait.
What are you telling me here?
We did our best.
She's dead?
[crying] My sister's dead?
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, my God.
[sobbing] Oh, my God!
Detective...
I thought you might want this.
It's roses and aloe,
prevents scarring.
I used it when I had a
rollerblading accident.
I tell you what, John,
why don't you hold onto it
and if I need it,
I'll know you got it.
It really works.
I'll keep it at my desk.
They're bringing Grover.
Got his cell phone.
We'll need to look at incoming
calls to try and locate Cooper.
I'll, uh, I'll get into those.
How you doing?
Nothing like this
ever happened to me.
- It wasn't your fault.
- It's always your fault.
I should have had him
in cuffs or by the arm.
We'll find him.
Something like this...
there's going to be no
end to the ball breaking.
I'm holding off on putting
the alarm out on Cooper.
I appreciate that,
Lou. I really do.
If we can't get our hands on
him by the end of the tour...
I'll get on those numbers
from Grover's cell phone.
[telephone ringing] 15th squad.
Jones is bringing Grover.
You got that cell phone of his?
Yeah. Here.
You all right?
Fine.
Uh, Detective Sipowicz?
It's Detective McDowell.
Hey.
I'm on my way.
What is it?
Connie's sister.
She died from her injuries.
Oh, no.
Go ahead. Head down there.
John and Baldwin will
take care of this guy.
Oh, Bin Laden just left.
I turned around to
get him a goat milk,
and the hairy b*stard
took off! [chuckles]
I'm looking for Frank
Colohan. You know him?
No.
Sorry. Nope.
Can I get you anything?
- How long you been working days?
- A while.
And you never
seen this guy before?
No. Sorry. You
got the wrong bar.
You got the wrong
detective, pal!
What? You want me
to make something up?
You listen to me!
I know Frank Colohan's a drunk,
and I know he hangs out in this joint!
Now, I'm not looking for him
for pissing on the sidewalk.
He's going away so you don't
have to worry about him coming back
and asking why you gave him up!
What did this Frank do?
You got ten seconds to tell me
where Frank is or there's going
to be a padlock
on your front door!
- For minding my own business?
- Five seconds!
He was in most of the morning.
- When did he leave?
- About an hour ago.
He was upset.
Said he and his old lady
got into it pretty good.
Coming back?
Talking about grabbing a bus
to Pittsburgh. Visitin' his mom.
That everything?
All I know.
Camel scented cologne! [laughs]
I don't care what Coop told you.
That little b*tch is lying, man!
He went on record first so his
version is the one we're going with
unless you convince
us otherwise!
What's all he's saying?
Because if it's anything beyond
me standing on the corner
watching him steal a
bike, that b*tch is lying!
Oh, no. He's saying
a lot more than that.
- It's your idea.
- Oh, come on!
- Your knife.
- That's a straight up lie!
- You stabbed him.
- What?
You heard me.
And that's what we're going with
unless you stop flapping your arms
and tell us what happened!
[exhales sharply]
Yo, we was going
to get some smokes.
He sees this kid
with a bike roll up.
Kid won't give it up
so Coop sticks him.
I couldn't believe that.
Yeah, well you got over your
shock quick enough to split the take.
He offers to kick me down
half just to keep my mouth shut.
I'm not going to turn that down.
[scoffs] But now he's
trying to pin it on me?
Nah, uh-uh.
What did Charles
do with the knife?
Ask him.
- Hold up.
- Charles?
He told you his name is Charles?
[laughing]
Oh, that's good, man.
His name is Terrell,
Terrell Cooper.
Charles is his brother.
Got paralyzed in a car
wreck six months ago.
Charles ain't got no record.
Terrell got a warrant
out. [chuckles]
Y'all got played.
Start writin'. Everything
that happened this morning.
Don't leave anything out.
I cooperate, I get some rhythm?
Unless you lie, then we're back here
and it's you and me alone in this room.
If you could call Joanne, I
don't have her number here
and tell her to call anyone
who might need to know.
I'd appreciate it. I gotta go.
Andy: I'm sorry.
Callin' family?
Yeah.
My, uh...
my mom is on her
way up from Tampa.
I'm calling Michelle's friends.
The ones I know anyway.
If I can help with this stuff,
deal with the funeral home...
No, no. Thanks.
I want to do it. I need to.
How's the baby?
Fighting.
I'm not leaving her
alone, you know,
not 'til we know.
Any line on Frank?
Yeah, Rita got word that
he might be catching a bus
back to Pittsburgh.
Next one leaves in a half hour.
I need you on that.
I need you to get this guy.
You okay here by yourself?
Just find him.
Charles Cooper has been
in a spinal injury rehab center
in New Jersey for
the last six months.
What'd you find
on Terrell Cooper?
He's got a serious rap sheet.
Mostly cons, but
some violent stuff.
A warrant out for
a failure to appear.
It's enough for a guy looking for
a break wouldn't want us to know.
So Terrell Cooper is
who we're looking for?
Not Charles. Correct.
And we missed this because...
I can show you the license he
was carrying on him, all right?
Him and his brother
are practically twins.
When you guys were picking up
Grover in the street and Cooper called in,
that number comes back to
a pay phone on Canal Street.
And the next call from that
pay phone two minutes later
was to a Monica
Burnett, Avenue A.
Monica Burnett bailed out
Terrell Cooper six months ago.
All right. You and
Baldwin, get goin'.
Boss, I'd really like
in on grabbing him up.
I think you should
sit this one out, Greg.
I got all my
faculties back, sir.
That's not a concern.
This moke gets hurt, we
don't want anyone looking
your way saying you
had an ax to grind.
Yeah. Okay.
Any word from Connie or
Andy, you can get us on the radio.
You got it.
[moaning]
[thumping, squeaking springs]
Sounds like Monica and Terrell
got a passing acquaintance.
His moves? We
knock after we're in.
We're five floors up, though.
He ain't going to
jump from here.
After.
[Monica screaming]
Terrell! Bringing
this to my house?
You ain't going anywhere
now, you little prick.
- Little prick is right!
- Shut up, Monica!
- Hung like a sunflower seed.
- Shut up!
Hey, you're going to
stand up and get dressed.
Any moves from you, and
you're out that window head first!
Cool man, cool.
Connie isn't the
type to ask for help,
but if there's
anything I can do,
just let me know.
When we get our
hands on this guy,
if he makes a move,
any kind of a move,
you might want to take a walk.
I don't see him doing
anything that stupid.
You hear what I said?
I mean, he doesn't
seem the type to hit a guy.
There he is.
Frank...
- What are you doing?
- Let's go.
I'm doing like you said,
and I'm getting out of town.
You want to turn this into
something, go right ahead.
You got to know that
she started in on me.
- You got to know that!
- Shut your mouth!
We'll be taking this.
Let me speak to her!
We'll work this out.
It's not gonna to happen.
Okay, for the time being,
I'm willing to forget how we had
this same conversation a week ago,
and you being back here
is making me look bad.
Michelle bailed
me out last night.
- She wanted to talk to me, okay?
- I see that.
That's why I'm not running
you into that wall right now.
She definitely wanted to see me.
And the second thing
is having met Michelle,
I can see how she might have
a combative type personality.
Thank you.
So we need to have a
conversation about what happened,
and if Michelle played a part,
I'll listen to that, too.
All I know is I don't want to
have to deal with you again.
You won't.
What happened last night?
She bailed me out, which
was a complete surprise.
We ended up having a great
night because as much as we fight,
we really love each other.
How did it go sour?
In the morning, she starts
in about how I got to get up
and I got to find a job because
she's been talking to Connie,
and now she's got
this big game plan.
And I'm like, "Honey, I've
been sleeping on a piss stained
paper thin mattress for a week so
give me a day to catch up on my sleep."
But she keeps it up.
"Get a job, get
a job, get a job!"
And we just...
we go at it.
- So you hit her?
- She gets in my face.
It's always like this.
She gets in my face.
I tell her to back up.
She doesn't. I move
her back gently.
And she charges me again
and then the race is on.
How many times you hit her?
A couple. She hit me, too.
And how'd you leave it?
With her calling me every
name in the book and me leaving
before I really lost my temper.
That's smart.
I don't want to walk away.
- Write it up.
- Can I talk to her now?
After you write it up.
Okay.
I'm telling you it was Grover.
We're past all that!
Giving a phony name,
attacking a cop, my partner!
Escape?
Your word don't mean
d*ck to us anymore!
I saw a guy knife
a kid this morning.
I been freaked out all day.
Hey. Freaked out
ain't gonna sell.
You got to come off sympathetic.
That way it makes it sound like
when you stabbed that kid this morning,
you, Terrell, it
was an accident.
Not premeditated m*rder.
Hold on now. m*rder?
That's a lie!
His name was Nathan Emery.
When the hell was
you gonna tell me this?
We're telling you now!
Terrell, our opinion of you
matters because after we talk,
we going to meet with the
D.A., and they work for us!
They'll ask what
we think of you,
and either we tell them
that you're a good guy,
this is your first serious offense and
what happened was a freak accident...
One in a million shot
where you stabbed him.
Or we tell the D.A. how you escaped
and you been lying about everything!
They'll ask what we
want to do with you,
and we'll tell them
we don't give a damn!
- Ring him up.
- And they will.
They'll say you wanted to k*ll
that kid. First degree m*rder.
I'm telling you it was Grover.
We're past that! This is on you!
You're getting charged!
And do you want our help or not?
Whatever you can do.
What happened?
The kid wouldn't
give up his bike.
So I pulled my knife.
He still wouldn't give it up.
You could understand.
I don't do nothing
Grover's there,
word gets out I'm soft.
So you jam him?
Yeah. Just once in the leg.
I been stabbed
before. I didn't die.
Okay.
Look, I didn't
stab him to k*ll him.
I ain't no k*ller.
We'll make sure
to tell the D.A. that.
Write it down.
Writing this down
out of context,
it sounds bad.
We're better than this.
Add that.
You mean like an
apology or something?
- Sure.
- Who's going to read this?
Just finish your statement.
I'm done with the events.
I was going to
tack on the apology.
It's all there.
I got some bad news, Frank.
What's she saying?
The hospital called.
Michelle died from the
beating you gave her.
No. Mm-mm.
That's impossible. No.
She was yelling at me as
I was walking out the door.
Get on your feet.
You're a collar for m*rder.
That's... this is a joke.
Stand up and turn around!
[whimpering] Our baby.
Don't act like you give
a damn now, Frank!
[crying] Ow!
No! No.
I heard about Connie's
sister. I can't believe it.
Yeah, none of us can.
- Any word on the baby?
- Nothing yet.
Well, extend my
condolences when you see her.
Sure.
So, Terrell Cooper went for it.
- This solid?
- He wrote it up.
I thought the guy you picked
up was named Charles.
Charles is his brother.
There was some confusion.
- But you got it squared away?
- Yeah.
Greg, what happened
to your head?
Uh... I walked into a door.
Must have hurt.
Rita's taking Frank
to central booking.
Andy, I am so sorry to
hear about Connie's sister.
Thanks.
Listen, I just want to know
this guy's going for the full ride.
- He cop to it?
- Yeah.
He blamed it on
her for starting it,
but he admitted hitting her.
That along with his
history of domestic violence,
he'll absolutely
go for the full ride.
I'll personally guide this all
the way through the system.
Hearings, trials,
sentencing, all the way.
I'm going to go be
with Connie now.
- What do you need?
- Nothing. Thanks though.
Tour ends, the squad will
head down to be with her.
There's not much
they can do now.
You'll let us know, then.
John, you think you might be
available to watch Theo tonight?
I've already canceled
my dinner plans.
Thanks.
How you holdin' up?
Ah, bump on the head.
Pride is a little stung.
No big deal.
Right.
I mean, when you look at what
else happened in the squad today,
my problems are small.
It's a good thing you're not
bullshitting me or anything.
How am I gonna look
people in the eye?
Look, the perps in custody.
It didn't go over the air,
and lieutenant's okay with it.
- You're not taking rip for this.
- The cops downstairs...
I'm never going to
hear the end of it.
This guy was going to try to get
back on the street no matter what.
He would have taken a
chair to me if he had the shot.
Oh, give me a break.
If it makes you feel better,
we can go tune this guy up.
He's still in the pull.
We'll go in, pull the shades
and give him a beating.
Because it's not like I
can handle it by myself.
I'm not saying
you couldn't, Greg.
I'd just watch the door.
What do you want to do, Greg?
Want to go smack
this guy around?
Want to go get drunk?
I'm fine.
Don't worry about it.
The baby's
breathing on it's own.
Great news.
They're keeping her on a
ventilator because they don't
want her to tire her lungs out, and
she has to stay through the week,
but things look good.
- Connie: So small.
- Yeah.
Dr. Caster says it's lucky
Michelle was at seven months
because...
earlier than seven months and...
[crying]
Oh, God.
I should have seen this coming.
No, now don't
you talk like that.
You did all you could.
People got to live
their own lives.
But if I...
if I'd been more a
part of hers, then...
Connie, there's no
use thinking about that.
You got to think
about her baby now.
I'll never let her down. Never.
I know, and I'm here for you.
We're gonna work this out.
Yeah. We'll work this out.
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