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Jesus! I thought I was paranoid.

You're the one who's | lookin' for a safe place.

What?

Jesus! What?

Go!

Jesus Christ!

Gotcha!

You bastard, Leo! | After what I've just been through!

- I gotcha! | - How could you do that to me?

Five years I waited! I finally gotcha!

So you ended up with it.

What do ya think? Not bad, huh? | I always wanted my own gin mill.

Yeah.

So who else knows about this place?

Relax. Nobody knows about this place. | Nobody knew about it when it was open!

I'm sorry it's a little messy. The maid | hasn't been in in three or four years.

So who'd you get to decorate | the joint? Rin Tin Tin?

I'm not discussing fine art with you. | Take your medicine.

Are you telling me

this beacon of accuracy | got this story wrong?

It's bullshit, Leo.

Silak must've set the whole thing up.

The whole precinct's | probably looking for me!

Why? Why would he do it? He's got 25 | years on the job. He can retire any time.

Why would he kill another cop?

I don't know why.

You figure it out. Tell me why those | bastards went through Mike's place.

Wait. What bastards?

Cops - gave us a hard time. Wanted to see | everything we took. Even Chris's toys.

Sh*t, that sounds like IAD.

What's IAD?

Shoo-flies. | Cops that investigate other cops.

Internal Affairs.

That's what they were. | It's what Silak called 'em.

Wait. Silak was at the apartment | with these guys?

You bet!

IAD'd only be involved in a cop-killing | if they thought Mike was dirty.

- Mike was not dirty. | - No, I know he wasn't.

Silak must've brought 'em in. | He's tryin' to deflect the investigation.

- I think we're gettin' warm here, pal. | - You might be getting warm!

These cops at the apartment. | Did they ask you anything?

- No, they just wanted us outta there. Fast! | - Did Silak ask you anything?

- Christ, I can't remember. | - Rollie, this is important. Think!

Did he ask you anything? At all?

He asked if Mike ever talked | about cases he was working on.

An inactive case - whatever that is.

- That's it. It's a shitpile case. | - What is a shitpile case?

It's a hobby case. It's an old, | unsolved, inactive case.

Cops pick 'em up and screw around | with 'em on their own time.

- That's what it's gotta be. | - So what now?

First, we have another drink.

Then we try to find the right shitpile.

Hi.

- Surprise! | - Leo!

I can't believe it!

This is a restricted area. | You always just waltz right in.

- How do you do it? | - I lie.

Tell me about it! You said you were | gonna call me for dinner. Two years ago.

I thought you were supposed to call me.

I tried to call you, you bastard.

You look good. | Congratulations on your promotion.

- Thank you. | - How's your mother doin'?

Spare me the Irish charm, Leo!

You didn't come up here | to ask about my mother.

If you think I'm risking my job again

to help you find an alimony cheat, | you're crazy.

I don't do matrimonial work any more. | Too dangerous.

Oh, yeah? What are you doing?

Working on the Mike Brandon killing.

Forget it, Leo! | That's a high-profile investigation.

It's also a bullshit cover-up.

Who's your client? | Another sleazebag insurance company?

Actually, my client is Brandon's | ten-year-old son, Chris.

Hey, Velez.

I'm serious.

Damn! You sure know | how to push the right buttons.

Good girl! Look, I'm interested in | an old case that Brandon was working on.

- How far back? | - Anything older than

five years. Do it like you never tapped in.

Don't worry!

- Any luck? | - How about doing some telephone work?

Telephone work?

Hi, Ray.

Sergeant, I'll be back in an hour.

I'm a respectable citizen. | I wanna file a complaint.

We got a new install and repair | for Lieutenant Shylock.

- You mean Silak. | - Silak? Yeah.

- The box is at the foot of the stairs. | - Great.

Here's the key. | Don't return it, it's your ass.

No sweat!

Look at this! I really got it!

Almost got it. You're wasting your time.

That hasn't worked in five years.

Turn it down!

- Hello. | - Yeah. Silak? It's Neely.

Tomorrow. Trial Part 52, 100 Center.

Yeah.

Tony Vargas was the button man.

I got it. Don't sweat | the little stuff, all right?

Hey, I see from the dailies you | neutralised the problem. Nice work.

Yeah. But it didn't go down as | clean as I wanted. How's the old man?

- Sliding fast. | - Don't screw it up!

You do your end and I'll do mine.

Silak, you scumbag!

So are you gonna tell me? | What was all that about?

It's about me spending | the day in court tomorrow.

Mr Neely, is it a fact you're up for | a parole board hearing soon?

- Yes. | - Now, how was it you learned

who ordered the murder of the decedent?

- Tony Vargas told me. | - And what did he say?

That Moore hired him as the button man.

- That's a goddamn lie! | - Objection, Your Honour. Hearsay.

Sustained. | You may continue, Miss Kennedy.

Where were you | when Vargas told you this?

In C-81 at Rikers.

He said Moore wanted him iced | cos he knew too much

- about the embezzlement. | - Objection! May we have a sidebar?

Approach the bench.

Judge, I object to this line of questioning.

What promises have been made | to the witness for his testimony?

Miss Kennedy, any response?

We're writing to the parole board, | acknowledging his assistance.

Counsel is well aware of this.

- I don't want this to drag on. | - Neither do I.

- Leo! I'm surprised to see you. | - Long time! You look wonderful.

Thank you. And you. | No black eyes, no broken noses.

- What's that supposed to mean? | - You're doing divorce work now.

Somebody opens the door, | you're peeking through the keyhole...

- Kick an old pal when he's down! | - You deserve it.

You were the best cop I ever worked with. | You just don't play by the rules!

Are we talking | professional now, or personal?

Believe me, Leo, I forgot about | that other stuff a long time ago.

You lose a bet?

- Thank you! The Doolan file? | - It's on your desk.

- On my desk. Leo, you want coffee? | - Yeah.

- Black, please. | - Two black coffees!

- That'll take an hour. | - Where do you want this?

Just there is great. Thank you.

Not bad!

Look at this!

Liz Kennedy, the smartest kid ever | to come outta St Cecelia's parish.

How come you didn't go with some big | corporate law firm on Madison Avenue,

make yourself some serious money?

I like trench warfare. Madison Avenue's | advertising, Leo. What can I do for ya?

I wanna talk to your witness, Neely.

Call Legal Aid. Neely's not my client.

No...! C'mon, Liz, | this is Leo you're talking to.

Neely's making you famous. You got | two major convictions with his testimony.

- So? | - You probably eat lunch with the creep!

- You never used stoolies? | - Sure I did.

I didn't actually write out their dialogue | for them to recite in court

- in exchange for sentence reduction. | - I don't do that.

Everything he testified to is in line | with what we found in our investigation.

- Who was in charge of that investigation? | - Lieutenant out of the 2-7: Ray Silak.

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