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Morning.

Morning. I was, uh, wondering if you had a chance to talk to him.

I just got here. But you still intend to talk to him.

What'd I tell you after the meeting? I know. I was just...

worried maybe you'd changed your mind. No.

I have no idea what Bobby's attitude's gonna be. That's up to him.

I feel like a goofball worrying about it.

You take it how it comes. I know.

And don't be hovering around me all day. You gotta let me do this how I'm gonna do it.

Yeah. Andy, um, I appreciate everything.

Well, you've shown me a lot these last few months,

on and off the job.

You want to not go in together in case he's up there, you get a chance to talk?

Walk inside.

So this is your statement here?

- Right. - This is how you got robbed?

That's what happened. Hey. Hi.

- Good morning. - Hey.

You know, Detective, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,

and I think I'm gonna be doing a disservice here to Mr. White. What's going on?

Mr. White got robbed last night. Uh-huh.

He was driving down South Street, 1:00 a.m...

How'd you put it? Collecting your thoughts?

Yes. On South Street?

Yeah, just driving down South Street collecting his thoughts...

when he stops for a stop light.

An assailant walks up, demands his car, his wallet and his pants.

His pants too? Hm! I mentioned to Mr. White...

this pattern we've been working on where the prostitute gets into the car...

and points the john to some romantic parking lot off of South Street,

and then her hardworking pimp shows up and sticks a gun in his face;

how we got two detectives on the street right now...

trying to put a stop to this before somebody gets shot.

But he can't help us with that because this case is unrelated.

This is a whole separate phenomena here, because, uh,

there's no prostitute involved, right, Mr. White?

I told you what happened. Mr. White told me what happened,

so he can't be of help on this pattern that we've been working on...

where we got these two cops out on the street busting their ass.

I'm feeling kind of bad now, 'cause, uh, I thought Mr. White might be lying to me.

Well, maybe being in a strange police station, he just can't remember right.

Maybe he needs more familiar surroundings. - Could that be, Mr. White?

Try taking him over to his house and talking it out with his wife in the room.

See if maybe that might jog his memory. Wait.

- No, I think we should do that. - All right, all right.

All right.

Good-looking black girl, 5'2".

Where'd you pick her up?

13th and Second Avenue.

Did she give you a name?

Hey, Sal! Wait up!

2.50. I figure the guy must've thought I ordered a muffin too.

Notice how they didn't have the prices posted. Yeah.

Two and a half bucks. Coffee and no muffin. We should've just walked out:

"Sorry, pal. I work for a living." Nah.

That would've been even more of an embarrassment. Forget about it.

Where's this pimp we're supposed to meet?

How reliable is his information gonna be anyway is my concern.

Is he just looking to settle a score? - Hey! You're the police?

The bar's over there. Hurry! Wait, wait! What bar?

I called the 911 operator. Something bad is happening.

We don't know nothing about a 911 call. What's going on in there?

Okay, I was upstairs. We have a signal. My husband, he buzzed me.

I call 911. I go out the backstairs. Something bad is happening... I think a robbery.

Okay, we're gonna check it out. Stay right there. Calm down.

Police! Put your hands on the bar and don't move! Do it now!

Whoa, whoa! It's all right. I'm on the job. It's taken care of.

Hands on the bar right now! You're on what job?

Just check my I.D., all right? Let me show you my shield.

Yeah, take it out slow. You! What's going on? You speak English?

All right?

Let me see it. Let me see it!

What is this crap? I just showed you the damn shield, man. I tell you I'm on the job.

Why have you still got your gun pointed at me, huh?

Oh, I got it. I'm black, so you can't believe a word I say.

Okay. Now, what's the story?

Bastard!

Oh!

- Aah! - Damn it!

Hey, Greg! I've been shot!

I've been shot, man!

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

15th Squad to Central.

1013. My partner's been shot.

We're at 11th Street and Second Avenue, an alley in the back.

Can you get up?

I don't know. I've been hit. Come on. Come on.

Man! Come on.

I'm taking you to the hospital.

Hey. Hey.

Hi, Bobby. Hey, Donna.

Can I pour you a cup? Great.

Coffee, right? Yeah.

There you go. Is that Fahrenheit you're wearing?

Yeah, it is. It's a great scent on you.

Thanks.

I'm just not used to folks around here taking notice. - Really?

Listen up. James has been shot.

Where are we going? - The shooting was at 11th and Second Avenue.

Medavoy's taking him to the hospital. I'm on my way over there.

I want everybody at the scene.

You're gonna be okay. Wasn't what I thought it would feel like.

Just stay calm! My leg's killing me, Greg. Hurry up, all right?

- Hey, hey! - Damn it!

Wait a minute. Wait in here. Hey, Greg! Where you going?

Damn it!

- 15th Squad to Central K. - Son of a bitch!

1085 forthwith... Where the hell am I?

I don't even know what street I'm on. What street am I on? There we go. I got it.

I'm calling for another unit. No, no. We'll be there in two minutes.

Disregard that, Central. Have them standing by at the hospital.

Come on! You're gonna be okay, James.

All I want is a fightin' chance.

Come on, Greg.

- Come on, Greg. Back it up. - Wait a minute. I'll back it up.

- Oh! - Hey!

What are you doing? Oh, Greg!

I don't want to die, Greg. Come on, partner. We made it.

We're here. Don't call my dad, Greg. Don't call him, all right?

Help! There's a man shot!

Come on! Help! Help!

Down here! Down here! Let's go! Let's go!

We're gonna lie you down, okay? Easy, easy, easy, easy!

Here you go. All right. Let's get that jacket off.

Get his jacket. - Get an I.V. running in each arm.

Okay, Detective. Where do you have pain? I got a hell of a backache.

How many times do you think you were hit? Once, I think.

Here's the wound of entry... left flank, just below the rib cage.

Okay, we gotta look for an exit. Detective, we're gonna roll you over, okay?

One, two, three. Aah!

How's it look, Doc? Wait out there, please.

He never lost consciousness. That's good, right? No exit wound.

Is that good? Let us do our job. Wait outside.

Should I give blood? Good. Give blood.

Sir, stand back. Does this hurt?

No. How about this?

No. Be careful with those scissors down there. We're at mid-thigh.

Don't get delusions of grandeur. B.P.'s 90 over 60.

Okay. Put in the Foley. We're gonna catheterize your bladder and look for bleeding.

- Okay, Detective? - Okay.

Haah! Aah! What's happening? Is he okay?

You gotta wait outside. Please, get him out. What's goin' on?

We need a further description on these two black males. Oh, yeah, yeah.

Both of them were over six-foot tall.

Um, the shooter, he was more dark-complected than the other one.

He was wearing a... a blue T-shirt and jeans. - Mm-hmm.

The other one had a, um, a yellow and black-and-white check shirt on and tan pants.

Got it. Can you safeguard this for me, Sergeant?

Yeah, sure thing. Thanks.

No blood in the urine. You want to get set up for a D.P.L.? No. Get a CAT scan right away.

In your opinion, you think I'm gonna live?

You're looking real good so far. We need to locate the bullet, then we're gonna go from there.

Do me a favor. I don't want my name released, Doc.

I don't want my next of kin notified till I know what's happening. All right?

Fine. You're gonna be okay. It'll be okay.

First I think it's a straight-out robbery, you know?

Then your men come in, and this pendejo pulls a badge out.

How much money did they get?

I don't know exactly. You don't... How much?

Around 3,000. Three thousand dollars?

Early morning, you're not even open for business. What's up here, Mr. Hernandez?

"Up" how? - "Up" how?" Look, we want to know who shot our friend.

Was this involved in bookmaking or drugs or numbers? You better not hold back on this, pal!

Guys, neighbors saw one of the perps climb in a Dumpster...

around the corner. You stay right here.

Over here!

Police! You do what I say! You understand me?

Answer up loud and clear, or we start shooting! Don't shoot! I hear you!

Stick your hands up in the air right now! - I've been shot!

Come on! Let me see your hands! Get 'em up! Now stand up!

Diane? Got him.

I'm shot! I need a doctor!

Where's your gun? Oh, I need a doctor!

- One gun! - Got ammo here.

I got the money. Who's your partner?

I want a name and address now! Come on, man. I feel like I'm dying, man. Please!

Listen to me! I don't want to hear another word...

about how you feel or what you need, all right?

Nobody's gonna help you now, slick, huh? So you better give up a name,

or you will die right here, understand? Bobby! Andy!

You better take this somewhere else.

Come on. Let's go for a ride.

The guy's shield, it looked legit.

We'll figure it out, Greg. We thought he was on a job.

- Detective? - Hey, there. How's he doin'?

James is stable. He's going to the intensive care unit.

The bullet is buried in the heavy muscle of his back,

so we'd rather not go in and try to cut it out.

You're gonna leave the bullet in? The bullet's not the problem.

It bounced off the second lumbar vertebrae and chipped it.

James is feeling a little numbness in his left leg,

so we're gonna watch for any progression of loss of feeling.

Give us a minute to set him up in his room, then you guys can go and see him.

Thank you. Oh, man.

Don't worry, Greg.

Detective Medavoy.

Oh, hey, there... John, right? I was so stunned. I heard what happened. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hi, John. Hi. Any word on Detective Martinez?

Not yet. They got him in intensive care.