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Oh. It's, it's not a problem.

So now I owe you one.

I was thinking maybe I could

help you with your work.

I'm pretty good

at what I do.

- Okay.

- Ames!

- Let's go.

- I'll be right there.

So it's a deal?

I'll take a look at your case,

see how I can give you a hand,

and we'll talk about it.

- You really don't have to do that.

You don't want my help?

- No, no.

- Then don't worry about it.

I'll take a look at it, okay?

I gotta go.

I need a girl.

Did you take that

vitamin C I gave you?

Yes, I did. Thank you.

I want you to wear your

heavy coat tonight, okay?

I don't want this to get

any worse then it is.

Joe.

I don't think...

You don't think what?

- I'm sick, Joe.

- Yeah, I know.

That's why I'm trying to do everything

I can to make you feel better.

I don't want to do this, okay?

I'm sorry,

but I can't do this tonight.

I f***ing told you to

get up! Get up!

I waited and waited for you!

I worry about you

all f***ing day!

And all you can do

is think about yourself!

You selfish f***ing b*tch!

Now you are gonna

go that job,

and you are

gonna like it!

Get in the f***ing car!

Get in the car!

Leave her--

Leave her alone.

Motherf***er!

Joe, don't!

You mind your own

f***ing business!

- You picked the wrong f***ing guy!

- Stop! Please!

Sticking your nose

into my business.

Shut up!

F***er!

Ow. Ow!

Joe, please don't!

Get in the house!

Get inside! This is

all your fault!

Who the f***

do you think you are?

You come around here again,

and I will put a bullet in your head.

And that b*tch you

tried to save...

I am going to beat her

until she can't f***ing move.

So you haven't done anything

here except waste my time.

F*** up my car.

You didn't save her.

You made it worse.

Hey, Joe.

Did you ever see

this man before?

I meet a lot of men.

It's hard to keep track.

Thanks, sweetie.

You know what I do, right?

- Yeah, you're a hooker.

- Gary.

Miss Winston,

I know what you do.

Please, call me Lizzy.

Miss Winston is my mother,

and I don't want to think about her right now.

So you're telling me

you didn't recognize him?

I never saw this guy before.

Anyways, I couldn't really

tell what he looked like.

He had this black outfit on,

and it was kind of dark out.

Do you know anybody

who didn't particularly like Joey?

Maybe someone

who wanted him dead?

Who didn't want him dead?

Lizzy I'm going to have

a sketch artist come up here.

Look, Miss Detective,

Joe was a piece of sh*t.

He was going to kill me.

Maybe not last night, but...

sooner or later he was going

to hit me too hard or choke me.

That little girl he killed...

Now what are

you talking about?

Mancini was charged with murdering

a 13-year-old girl.

- He beat the charge.

- Yeah.

He used to laugh about that.

He was gonna kill me next.

That guy...

saved my life.

He was...

sent down by God

to save me.

You know, I'm getting a second

chance now 'cause of him and...

You know, you seem like

a real nice person, but...

I'm not going to help you

arrest this guy.

Just wouldn't be fair.

Teresa Ames.

Yeah.

The 21. No problem.

Okay.

- Sh*t.

- What's up?

The f***ing Delany case

has been delayed again.

Larry Childs is trying to

cut a deal with the D.A.

I can't believe this sh*t.

So, what do you care?

F*** 'em. We get paid

to catch 'em. After that...

it's out of our hands.

I gave two years of my

life to this case, Gary.

I lost my marriage to this case.

I lost my f***ing son to this case.

Who cares?

- Are you gonna cry?

- F*** you.

No, I mean if you want I'll step out of

the car and give you a couple minutes.

Women...

like to cry.

Gary, what the hell

do you know about women?

Um...

Nothing. Thank you.

You know, that girl's description

match the one in Tony T.'s case?

Hey, all that hooker said

was that the guy was wearing black.

I mean, this is New York.

Tell you what,

Why don't we go over

to the coroner's office.

If it's the same gun,

then we got something to talk about.

Hey, man.

You looked good today.

You should try out

for the tournament.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

To see if you could win.

You know, for fun?

I don't do this for fun.

Look up I.C.W.

- Twenty-three and a quarter.

- Ah, sh*t. I'm getting killed.

All right.

Check out E.R.C.M.

- Twelve and three eights.

- Ah, sh*t.

All right, Artie, how much longer is this

going to take? We got lives to save out there.

- A little while longer.

- All right. Well, I'm gonna take a piss.

I'll be back.

He's an ugly one.

I find them all

to be pretty ugly.

Hey, can you look

something up for me?

Sure, what's the symbol?

No, it's not a stock.

It's, uh, a word.

- Triceleron.

- Whoa.

Cool.

Pretty exotic for a

Brooklyn Homicide.

- You've heard of it before?

- Of course.

I've never worked on

a case with it, but I know what it is.

- What is it?

- What is what?

The detective was just

asking about triceleron.

Oh. Cool. Pretty exotic

for a Brooklyn Homicide.

- F***, is that the word of the day?

What is it? - It's a poison.

Well, some would argue against

it being classified as a poison.

It's technically an irritant.

It poisons the muscular system, Artie.

It is thus a poison.

It doesn't actually

poison anything, Roy.

Okay, guys, talk to me,

not to each other. What is it?

The thing that makes

triceleron so interesting...

is that it doesn't actually

poison the system.

And that is what makes it

virtually untraceable.

It causes a chemical reaction

in your esophagus.

It swells the muscles and

suffocates you in your own body.

- You die of asphyxiation. - So it's

not the poison that kills you per se.

It's your own body

that does you in.

And all you need it just the

slightest taste and it's over.

- So it's a poison?

- Exactly.

It is not a poison.

Shell fish, peanuts...

These cause the same reaction in some people,

and those aren't poisons.

If you have a peanut allergy,

they are.

Cyanide, potassium chloride.

These are poisons.

- Peanuts are not a poison.

- Artie, come on.

- Less talking, more digging

for that bullet. - You got it.

It's a nine-millimeter slug.

Same make as your dealer.

Ballistics will need a couple of days

to get an exact match.

Call me when

you know for sure.

Still think I got

"look at me" syndrome?

No. Now it's more like you're

a pain in my ass syndrome.

What do you think of

those potatoes?

They're fine.

Got the recipe from one

of those cooking shows.

I never thought I'd be

watching cooking shows.

Just leave me alone.

Listen to me.

Just leave me alone.

- I'm over it already.

- I'm sorry. - That's it.

Just let it go.

What did I tell you?

The next time you hit your sister,

I'm telling your father!

What did I tell you, Richie?

Next time you hit your sister,

I'm telling your father.

In the worst way.

Hey.

- Just the guy I'm looking for.

- Really?

Why are you looking for me?

I read up on your case.

I wanted to talk to you about it.

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