Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 1, Episode 14 - 32 Bullets and a Broken Heart - full transcript
A gunman is targeting gays, prompting a vigilante response from the community who feels the police aren't doing enough. Faith arrests her husband for drunk driving, Ty tries to help a young man whose sister he arrested, Carlos gets involved with a pretty patient, and Bobby and Kim deal with the fallout from their night together.
Previously on Third Watch:
Please help me.
- Should we help him?
- Let him die.
- You let a man bleed to death.
- If he'd shot us...
you think he'd worry about us?
- What's to talk about?
- We only get one night a week alone.
And last night you were
too drunk to get it up.
Tonight on Third Watch:
I've loved you as long
as I can remember.
It's a hate crime. He came
here to deliberately kill us.
- He can sober up in jail like the rest.
- But he's your husband.
I opened my eyes, and I
saw you. I saw my angel.
- Bobby and I slept together.
- You slept with Bobby?
- He's the killer!
- You take one more step, I'll shoot you.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- You look happy.
- I am happy.
- Happiest day of my life.
- After one night?
- I'm not that good.
- You're selling yourself short.
Mmm, you're just easy to please.
I've been in love with you
for as long as I can remember.
Bobby.
- Too fast?
- Yeah.
- We're gonna be late for work.
- Just a little.
- Mmm, a little won't be enough.
- Twenty minutes.
No.
- Ten.
- Bobby.
Ten minutes? BOBBY: Ten.
That's eight minutes
more than most men.
- What's a good gift for a woman?
- Nicole?
Valentine's Day. I'm
gonna see her tonight.
Nothing says "love" like a gift
you spent all afternoon shopping for.
You gonna help or not?
- Jewelry's always good.
- Jewelry's no good, not on my pay.
- Perfume.
- Perfume is dull.
You don't like my ideas,
so why you asking?
I do like your ideas. I'd just like
them more if they were better.
- Try something romantic with her.
- Romantic?
When Fred and I dated, he took
me to this little corner Italian place.
He had candles, flowers and a
big heart-shaped box of chocolates.
And he even hired a violinist.
And I knew right then I'd marry him.
All units. Shots fired
at 3424 Amsterdam.
Dispatch, 55-David
responding. 3424 Amsterdam.
She's not the romantic type. She's
the "hi, take-off-your-pants" type.
- It's a match made in heaven.
- The girl gets to be a little much.
If I can't put her into multiple
numbers, she's not happy.
More than once, I just
wish we could, you know...
sit around...
and talk.
- What happened?
- He just walked in and started shooting.
- He shot three or four.
- Where is he?
He ran around the building there.
White guy, dark hair, brown jacket.
- How long ago?
- Um, a minute, maybe less.
Take the car and cut him off.
55-David to Central.
Suspect last seen...
heading south on Amsterdam
from 3424. We are following.
Uh, he's in there. Whoa, whoa.
I saw a guy with
a gun run in there.
55-David moving into a
warehouse, 3273 Amsterdam.
10-4, 55-David. 3273 Amsterdam.
Bosco!
- Nothing?
- No. Nothing.
- Entrance wound, right eye.
- Give me a hand with this guy.
He's got a tension pneumo on the
left. You intubate while I decompress.
- You find the shooter?
- No.
- How bad? SULLY:
Wedding party got shot up.
Four wounded, one dead.
The groom.
- Where's the bride?
- Right there.
- The bride's a guy?
- Welcome to the new millennium.
A gay wedding with
flowers in a church.
It's a hate crime. He came
here to deliberately kill us.
You saw the shooter?
I was performing the ceremony.
There were shots then Mark went down.
- Mark? FATHER: The
groom. He was shot.
People realized what
happened and started screaming.
He kept shooting, he
was trying to kill us all.
- So you saw the guy or not?
- Five people were shot.
- Could be a jealous lover with bad aim?
- It's gays so it's got to be a sex thing?
I'm sure that's not what Officer
Bosco really meant to say, Father.
- Detectives will determine the motive.
- I can tell you the motive.
I've one of the few parishes in
the city with same-sex weddings.
Want to read all the hate mail I get? See
pictures of the filth I wash off the walls?
Father, anything you could give
us would help us catch the shooter.
Father. David is calling for you.
- Father. Father.
I guess we'll have to wait for the
detectives for anyone to do anything.
"Jealous lover"? Way to
interact with the community.
Of course they think it
was a mass murderer.
It's always something
dramatic with this bunch.
Did anybody catch a description?
- White male, dark hair and brown jacket.
- Someone says it was a hunting jacket.
Yeah. Well, now we at least
know what they were hunting for.
- Hear anything from your brother?
- No.
It's not like you didn't try.
You did everything for him.
Hey, uh...
- Look behind that visor.
- Why?
Just look behind the visor.
For me?
- Looks like something Joey'd give me.
- Hey.
It was the last one the store had.
And it's the thought that counts.
Thank you.
You should come to
Vermont with me this weekend.
- I'm going skiing with Kevin and Shelly.
- I got Joey this weekend.
Joey can come too. He'll love
it. It'll be fun for both of you.
Well, maybe.
It's gonna be fun. I'm telling
you it's gonna be great!
You believe that priest? Acting
like we weren't doing our job.
- He was upset. People got shot.
- We responded as quickly as we could.
Bosco chased the suspect into
a warehouse, risking his life...
but it's not enough.
We're slacking off because
the victims were gay.
- You can't win with those people.
- "Those people"?
Yeah. Those people.
Oh, my God!
Girl, we got a flat tire!
God really answers prayers.
I was thinking it'd be great...
if two girls young enough to
be my daughters had car trouble.
We go. Come on. SULLY: No.
- What are we gonna do?
- You look like you could use a hand.
- No. We cool.
- It'll take us a minute to fix it.
Us? I hope you're talking
about you and your hormones.
It'll only take us a minute.
This a mighty nice car
for a couple of ladies.
- What, we can't have ends?
- I'm just admiring it.
You know what? For real, we
cool. We got auto club and stuff.
By the time they come, we'll
have you home. Open the trunk.
I don't got the key.
- You guys don't have it?
- They don't need them.
They hot-wired it.
This car's stolen.
- She's the one who said let's boost it.
- You gonna be like that?
Y'all saw her drive
it. I was just riding.
Had I known you'd lift the
wheels, I'd have walked.
Ladies! There's
no reason to argue.
There's enough broken laws
to go around. Turn around.
Hands on the car.
- Hey. Happy Valentine's Day.
- Same to you. Where's your partner?
He went to the
cafeteria for some coffee.
Heard you got a bad one.
Multiple shooting at a gay
wedding. Lost one, the others will live.
- How's your day?
- Good. It's quiet, sort of.
Good.
Yeah, it's good. So you're
doing good otherwise?
- Okay. You know, pretty good.
- Mmm. Good. Are people watching?
Yeah.
So I guess we probably
shouldn't kiss right now, huh?
No.
- But you know I want to kiss you, right?
- Yeah.
I'm hoping not as badly
as you want to kiss me.
- No.
- Okay, um...
it was nice to talk. I'll
see you on your next run.
- Yeah. Definitely.
- All right.
She says, "Let's
go boost a Lexus."
I'm like, "Damn that.
No. My man provides."
- You were driving.
- She don't have a license.
She steals, but won't
drive without a license?
Yeah. Why's that?
This one gets unauthorized
use. This one gets GL-3.
What? No, they're both in
on it. Both get grand larceny.
And do extra paperwork?
This one has a sheet.
This one doesn't. Which means she
gets to visit her friends up in Albion.
Maybe this one doesn't have a sheet
because cops keep giving her a walk.
This one's name is Tisha.
Why you trying to put me
away? Listen to the white dude.
- I did nothing.
- Listen to the white dude.
They were both in the stolen car.
They both get the same charge.
- To look better on your record?
- It's the law.
Okay. You win. You
know what? Do me a favor.
Hurry up and get
tired and jaded.
Because this wide-eyed,
eager crap is killing me.
- You all happy with yourself?
- Well, if you can't do the time...
- Yo, too-tall, hold up. Do me a favor?
- Do you a favor?
You're the one putting my
ass on ice. Do me a favor.
I'm being for real. I got a brother. I
take care of him. We're all we got.
If I'm away for a while, he
needs to stay with his aunt.
Okey-dokey.
- What's your brother's name?
- Malcolm Lewis.
You, uh, still mad about
me seeing Morales?
I'm not mad. I'm not
crazy about the idea, but...
Because I think you should know
we're having physical relations.
"Physical relations"? What,
you, uh... You arm-wrestle her?
- We had sex.
- I should hope so.
So you're not pissed?
You want me to be honest?
I dig Morales. She gives me
enough wood to build a boat.
- What?
- A really nice boat.
But I've been trying to get you to
notice anything even remotely female.
It's about time you went for
somebody. I'm happy for you.
So we're cool?
I am. You? I don't know.
- Caffey, you got fatalities?
- No.
Why'd you call me? I got better
things to do than babysit an accident.
Faith.
Fred.
He lost control and drove into an
empty bus stop. Just property damage.
- I had a little accident, Faith.
- Is he drunk?
- All it is, is a little accident.
- Is he?
I don't know.
I had a couple beers
with the guys after work.
- Give him a field sobriety test.
- What?
- Take him home. Let him sleep it off.
- Do it.
You wanna bust your
husband, do it yourself.
- Get up.
- I'm not doing anything!
You don't do as you're told,
I'll arrest you anyway. Get up.
Close your eyes and
put your head back.
Extend your arms to the side.
Touch your nose
with your index finger.
Take five steps in this
direction, heel to toe.
Turn around on your
toes, and come back to me.
What? Are you kidding me?
I'm surprised you could find the car,
let alone get the key in the ignition.
You're under arrest.
You understand?
What are you doing? Stop
was empty. Nobody got hurt.
You know where he
was heading right now?
To pick up our kids from school.
I didn't do anything.
It's not my fault.
She ran right out in front of
me. What was I gonna do?
- Get out of the way.
- I don't need this on my record.
Want "you kept us from
treating her" on your record?
Now, get out of the way.
- Let's roll her.
- All right.
I'll get her head.
One, two, three.
Ma'am.
Ma'am, are you with us?
Are you...?
Are you an angel?
No.
That means I'm in hell.
You're not in hell.
You're in New York.
- I'm not dead?
- Not for lack of trying.
Bus driver says you
ran out in front of him.
- I'm gonna take your blood pressure.
- Something called me across the street.
- "Something"?
- I heard someone call my name.
I went across the
street. The bus...
I thought I was dead.
I opened my eyes and I
saw you. I saw my angel.
- I think you have a concussion.
- What's your name?
Carlos.
Carlos.
My angel.
Yeah. I know it's short
notice, and I appreciate it.
All right, as soon as you
can. Thanks, Beth. Bye.
Emily? Charlie?
Beth's coming to watch
you guys. You gotta be good.
- Okay. Where's Daddy?
- He won't be home tonight.
He won't be home until later.
Say bye and get cleaned up.
- Bye, guys. EMILY
AND CHARLIE: Bye.
- How long you gonna keep Fred in jail?
- Till someone bails him out.
Come on.
He got drunk, and he
got behind the wheel.
- He'll sober up in jail like the rest.
- He's not the same, he's your husband.
- Cut him some slack.
- I cut him some slack.
When he was at the bar, and
he'd forget to pick the kids up.
When he was too drunk to get to
the toilet and pukes all over the rug.
And now I gotta tell my
kids that Mom arrested Dad.
What are you gonna tell them?
There's no point in lying.
My mother always lied about my
father's drinking. That's no good.
If we didn't trip over empties,
we smelled spilled booze.
And then my father...
one minute he'd be laughing,
and the next he'd be screaming.
- You can't hide that.
- He has a problem.
He does. And he
could've gotten help.
I tried to help him.
He asked for this.
Not me, and not my kids.
There are no victims,
only volunteers.
- Maybe you should wait here.
- Why?
- If Malcolm sees you, he'll be scared.
- Like you always bring glad tidings?
You arrest his sister, get him
in deep with his bookie boss.
I'll be back in a
couple, all right?
I'm out of here in 10, even if you're
reminiscing about your first arrest.
And keep your radio on.
Man, what?
- What's up?
- What?
Uh, can I come in?
No.
Um, I need to talk to
you about your sister.
- She got shot?
- No, no. God, no! Nothing like that.
Um... I had to arrest
her this afternoon.
Can't you take a deep breath
without causing me any grief?
- She stole a car.
- Was it your car?
- No.
- Why you all up in our business?
It is my business. She
broke the law, I arrested her.
She's not gonna be coming around
for a while. Maybe a long while.
- She said to stay with your aunt.
- Did she say my aunt's in Pittsburgh?
- There's no one else to stay with?
- Who? My sister's all I got.
Or all I had, till you gotta
come jacking things up.
Oh, but that is your business.
You know what we should do?
- What?
- We should call Social Services.
We're just dropping
him at my mom's.
- Then call her.
- I don't want to bother her.
You don't want her to say no.
- She won't mind helping.
- You know this?
Don't drive me around
town for no reason.
Take me to the Port
Authority. I'll get to Pittsburgh.
Not until we get ahold of your aunt.
You'll stay with me and my mom.
I'd rather be in Pittsburgh.
You're being decent, but
you have an uncanny ability...
to make bad situations worse.
- You got that.
- Excuse me, little punk.
I don't want you in a system
where no one gives a damn.
Everything's gonna be cool.
How about skimpy lingerie for Nicole?
Like one of those Wonderbra combos.
- It's not for her, it's for you.
- I don't know that?
- Not now. I'm not in the mood.
- You two clear?
- Yeah. What's up?
- 1721 Riverside.
Another gay shooting.
Captain wants everyone there.
There goes your
jealous-lover theory.
Hey. MAGGIE: Hi.
- What are you two doing over here?
- Uh, Malcolm.
- Mom, this is Malcolm.
- Hello, Malcolm.
What's up?
Uh...
Malcolm sort of needs
a place to stay, Mom.
I was thinking he
could hang here.
We need to talk about this.
She ain't even pretending to
want me. Just let me handle myself.
Bad to worse.
Hang out in the other room.
You got something to
say, say it to my face.
- Just let's go.
- Thank you.
What's going on?
Malcolm's a neighborhood
kid. He's not bad...
but he ain't a Boy Scout either.
We arrested his sister today.
He has an aunt in Pittsburgh.
We're trying to find
her. But till we do...
he hasn't got anyone
to take care of him.
Maggie, the kid really
doesn't have anybody else.
Come on, Mom.
How long?
Hmm, maybe one night.
Two, tops.
God!
- Tancredi, where'd you need us?
- Uh, street canvass.
Same shooter?
Same description. White,
blond hair, brown hunting jacket.
It was a fag mixer.
Guy walks in, doesn't say a
word, just unloaded his gun.
These the only ones wounded?
A bullet passed through a
window, hit an old woman. DOA.
- Captain's having a fit.
- What are you doing about the killer?
We're doing all we can.
If you wait over there...
- Wait?
- Yeah.
- Do we have to do something?
- We?
- Roberto, please do as the officer says.
- Hey.
- You get around, huh?
- I go where my community needs help.
- What's Gorgeous George's story?
- He belongs to Fight Back.
"Fight Back"? Great.
I don't condone it, but
if they get involved...
it's your fault for
not doing enough.
You don't see all these uniforms?
Huh? You think we're here for punch?
Is it because a "normal"
person got shot instead of gays?
These butt-boys kill me. Always crying
about "normal" people. I am normal.
If queers don't like getting
shot at, they should be men.
Just because you got crap to
say doesn't mean I want to hear it.
Come on. Let's go canvass.
- Jimmy, um, can I see you for a sec?
- Mm-hm.
In private?
Well, a little early...
but put Cassandra Wilson
on. I think I can get in the mood.
Forget it.
Hey, wait a second.
It's a joke.
- Sorry.
- You always play the dog for the boys.
I said I was sorry, all right?
So, what do you
want to talk about?
I need you to be
completely objective.
- You think you can do that?
- I can try.
Bobby and I slept together.
It's, uh... It's been building.
But I don't know if it's
gonna work for us. For me.
- You slept with Bobby?
- He already has plans.
It's nothing big. He wants
to go away for the weekend.
I feel like everything
is happening too fast.
- He's really in love with me.
- What the hell were you thinking?
Does it matter? I did it. I
have to tell him something.
- Longer I wait, the harder it's gonna be.
- Okay, wait a second.
Bobby. Your partner?
- Stop saying that. I need help.
- You got that right.
I shouldn't have come to you.
How am I supposed to react
when my wife comes to me...
and tells me she's sleeping
with another guy on the job?
Ex-wife. Take it like I do
when I hear about your women.
- You did it to get back at me.
- It's not about you.
Engine-55, Ladder-100...
proceed to 714 West Harlem Way.
I gotta go.
Thanks.
Thanks, as always,
for being there for me.
Crazy. New millennium and
people are still racists and bigots.
- They hate gays, blacks...
- I wouldn't lump that together.
I'm tired of people equating
being gay with being black.
- Minority group.
- They have a sexual preference.
It's what they are. It's the
same as us being straight.
It's not. The history of
blacks is different than gays.
We were slaves. We were owned.
Property. And we had no civil rights.
It's affected who we are, what
we do, how people look at us.
Being denied their
rights doesn't affect gays?
All they want is equal
protection under the law.
You see more gays in
the boss' chair than blacks.
- As long as the chair's in the closet.
- At least they have options.
Pretending to be
something you're not?
You don't have that choice about
color or the way people treat you.
It's been that way from slavery to
the brother dragged to death in Texas.
The gay kid that was beat
in Wyoming deserved to die?
Nobody deserves
it. Nobody. Okay?
That doesn't make the struggle from
slavery the same as sexual preference.
It's not about that, but about
not being killed for who you are.
The struggle's the
same for everyone.
- I'll kill the bitch!
- That'll help your arraignment.
- She's cheating! Why put me away?
- Beat a woman, go to jail. Funny law.
- Bitches all working together!
- Oh!
You gotta be careful. You're
gonna trip over your tongue.
Ow! You see what he did to me?
I must've accidentally
looked the other way.
Faith, come on.
You made your point.
I'm your husband! This ain't funny!
- Hey, Faith.
What?! BOSCO: Nothing.
This is your solution? We can't
find the aunt so his sister goes?
- We're just amending the report...
- It's the same.
To say Tisha was riding along.
She won't be put in the system,
which is what you wanted, correct?
If you'd listened to me, we wouldn't
be amending an arrest report.
I know it's Rosario
material. We won't destroy it.
- Rosario has nothing to do with it.
- Are my ears deceiving me?
Or does one policeman actually
care about Rosario material?
This is all yours. We've
already been in the ring together.
ADA Gail Moore.
Uh, Ty Davis.
How do you know about Rosario?
The LSATs. I'm accepted to Fordham.
I just opted for some uniform time first.
- Fordham. I'm impressed.
- Yeah.
In your studies, you didn't
learn it's illegal to alter reports?
Not altering, just modifying.
There's a difference?
Well, Sully wanted to charge a
suspect with unauthorized use.
Some new evidence makes me
agree with his original assessment.
What's the evidence?
She goes away, there's no
one to care for her little brother.
- That's not evidence.
- Yeah, well, it's a reason.
That, and she wasn't driving.
I pushed for the GL-3 to begin
with. So now I'm just un-pushing it.
She's kind of cute, huh?
- Who, bus girl?
- Vangie, yeah.
I suppose. I wasn't really
looking at her that way.
What other way is
there? She was hot.
Yeah, but, you know,
I'm seeing Morales now.
Oh, right. Right.
You're "seeing her."
So you can't look at any other
women? God, you'd drive monks crazy.
Adam-553, respond
to altercation...
at 1365 West End.
Adam-553, copy. 1365 West End.
Gays are asking to get shot.
If you knew a guy in the city
was trying to kill your kind...
Your kind?
You go to a big, gay
Valentine's party...
you can't be surprised
when gun guy shows up.
It's their fault they got shot?
What do you expect? If you look
for trouble, trouble's what you get.
They have a right to do whatever
they wanna do without being shot.
Having a right doesn't
cancel out being smart.
"No victims, only volunteers."
That's the most bigoted
thing I've ever heard.
- I call a spade a spade.
- Yeah. That's your problem.
Adam-553 to Dispatch.
Hey, hey, back off!
- They're killing me!
- He's the killer!
- Back up, all right? What happened?
- They attacked me.
- Sit down.
- He's shooting gays!
I'm not shooting anybody!
I'm gay, all right! I'm gay!
Just take it easy, all right.
Why don't you calm down?
All right. Everybody stand back!
Are you deaf?
What's going on?
- A little street-corner justice.
- They attacked me.
We're looking for the guy shooting gays.
We talk to him and he starts swinging.
- They were threatening me.
- Beat up enough people...
sooner or later you
get the right guy?
We gotta protect ourselves.
You guys do nothing.
- You pressing charges?
- Just get them away from me.
Get off the street
before I run you in.
If you did your job, we
wouldn't have to be out here.
- Deal. Now get out of here.
- Let's go.
Come on. Let's go now!
Let's go. Come on, let's go!
You wanna know why I wanna
get my MD and get off the street?
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Look at you.
Oh, thanks.
- Is Bobby around?
- He's on the phone with his mom.
He's a good boy.
His brother's in trouble
with the law again.
Look, I'm sorry about earlier.
You were trying to tell me
something. I should've listened.
Yep. You should have.
I said I was sorry. Why
do you make me crawl?
Why apologize? Why does it take
you hours to decide to be decent?
- I'm jealous.
- No kidding.
Tell me you're not just
a little glad I still am.
- What are you gonna do about Bobby?
- I don't know.
Just tell him the truth.
Can't go wrong
telling the truth.
- Hey.
- What do you want?
We need to talk.
Tell it to the back of
my head. I'm walking.
You're walking because of
me. I dropped your charges.
- Are you trying to get in my drawers?
- No.
- Something the matter with me?
- I'm doing this for Malcolm.
You need to be more
responsible. Take care of him.
- Mm-hm, whatever.
- Know what?
You want to mess
up, I'll put you back in.
Don't screw things
up for Malcolm.
He's at my place, I'll drop
him off when I get off work.
Hey.
You know.
Right.
55-David to Central. Shots
fired, we have wounded.
We need a rush on the bus.
Put the gun down!
- Don't shoot.
- Put it down.
I'm on the job. I'm off-duty.
No, no. He was protecting
us. He shot the killer.
We were standing here.
This guy starts shooting.
I'm a cop. My shield
is in my hip pocket.
- Where's the shooter?
- Up the street.
- Some guys chased him.
- Bos.
55-David to Central.
Pick him up, now. Pick him up!
Pick him up! Pick him up!
- Get off him. Get off!
- He's the killer!
- You hear me?! I said get off!
- Ah!
- He's the one!
- Get back!
- He's the one who's shooting gays!
- I'll put him in jail!
Protect him? You'll protect
a guy who's been killing us?!
You take one more
step, I'll shoot you myself.
55-David. We need a
bus. 293 Christopher.
Bosco.
10-4, 55-David. 293 Christopher.
- You caught him?
- Yeah.
Can you identify him?
Is that the shooter?
Yes.
That's the man.
What is your name?
Tom.
Tom, I'm going to
ask God to forgive you.
The grace and peace of God and
the Lord Jesus Christ be with you.
Through this holy anointing may
the Lord who frees you from sin...
save you and raise you up.
Lord Christ, who chose to
share our human nature...
to redeem all
people, heal the sick...
Hey. KIM: Hey.
Waiting for me? KIM: Yeah.
Want to get a bite to eat,
catch a midnight movie?
Listen, Bobby.
What?
Look, it was a mistake.
- Mistake?
- I'm not trying to be hard...
No. "Mistake" is pretty clear.
I told you I'm not good at this.
"This" is what? You
proving yourself right?
Tell me you don't love me.
Look me in the eye and
tell me you don't love me.
As a friend.
I love you as my
best friend, Bobby.
So now what?
You go back to guys who only
care about the friction you give them?
- Is that what you want?
- What do you want?
I should be with you
just to make you happy?
Come on. Bobby.
Bobby, Come on...
- Hey. You heading out?
- The sitter's gotta get home.
- Want to talk? I'll see Nicole later.
- Do whatever you're gonna do.
Why are you so hot with me? I
want to make sure everything's okay.
I don't understand you. You
stand there, act so decent.
And then all day I listen to
you spew crap about people.
What, I should pretend I like
guys getting it on with guys?
That's today. Yesterday,
you disliked blacks.
Tomorrow, Hispanics. Thursday,
Asians. I'm sick of your bigotry.
Maybe Father O'Roark
can love everybody. I can't.
I don't even want to try.
I don't want B-boys
drinking 40s on my stoop...
because welfare says they can.
I don't want to hear Julio
scream at his girlfriend all night...
to show how tough he is.
I hate it. Same as I hate
hearing some drunk-ass mick...
singing past my window!
I got a list of people I hate.
But you tell me one time...
when I didn't do everything to help
the brothers, the eses or some Paddy.
One time! Gays included.
You wish you knew
yourself that well.
Go deal with your family.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Carlos.
Uh...
I'll see you tomorrow, angel.
I got your station
number from the hospital.
Should you be walking around?
The doctor said it's
a mild concussion.
I'm supposed to get
woken up every few hours.
I just wanted to thank
you again for saving me.
I didn't save you.
Anyway, it's my job.
I know I must've sounded,
you know, crazy before.
No. No. Not too crazy.
You look up and there's this bus
coming at you. You figure that's it.
Then you open your eyes and there's
this handsome man standing over you.
I just want to thank you.
You did.
So, um, you need to be
woken up every few hours?
That, or I just
shouldn't sleep tonight.
Shot of Stoli, please.
- Happy Valentine's Day.
- Hmm.
Says you.
Well, we all have
our days, Bobby.
You shouldn't leave
your credit card face up.
Or keep a tab. A girl might
think you have a drinking problem.
- Drinking's not my problem.
- What is your problem?
There's a woman I've been in love
with for as long as I can remember.
Last night we
finally get together.
Today she tells
me it was a mistake.
That bites.
Yeah.
You know what really bites?
I come home and I see my fiancé
getting it on with my maid of honor...
in my bed on my new
Calvin Klein sheets.
She's sporting this Mikimoto strand
that he bought her. And all I got?
Lousy box of
chocolates. Six bucks.
Saw one just like
it at the drugstore.
- That really bites.
- Oh, yeah.
I got this image
graffitied on my brain...
that really needs to be sandblasted
with hours of meaningless sex.
How long's a girl
gotta wait for her juice?
- You got a way with words too.
- My luck?
I get jilted on the one night that
every man seems to have a woman.
Thanks.
Mm.
This getting-to-know-you
stuff is really nice...
but are we going back
to my place or not?
- You're moving way too fast for me.
- We gotta wash my sheets first.
Any man responsible
enough to help...
with domestic chores
definitely gets, uh... Favors.
I'm leaving now, very slowly.
So any guy who
knows what's what...
will have every opportunity
in the world to follow.
Check, please.
I got Nick to post bail.
Wasn't too happy about it. But
you seemed happy to let me sit.
You don't have to
say how things are.
I don't wanna stay here any
more than you want me around.
You know something? The way
you treat me, I'm glad to get out.
What's not there, I'll send
when you find a place.
Did you think I was
gonna beg you to stay?
I grew up with a drunk. I
won't let that happen to my kids.
Get out.
Get out before
I call the police.
Please help me.
- Should we help him?
- Let him die.
- You let a man bleed to death.
- If he'd shot us...
you think he'd worry about us?
- What's to talk about?
- We only get one night a week alone.
And last night you were
too drunk to get it up.
Tonight on Third Watch:
I've loved you as long
as I can remember.
It's a hate crime. He came
here to deliberately kill us.
- He can sober up in jail like the rest.
- But he's your husband.
I opened my eyes, and I
saw you. I saw my angel.
- Bobby and I slept together.
- You slept with Bobby?
- He's the killer!
- You take one more step, I'll shoot you.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- You look happy.
- I am happy.
- Happiest day of my life.
- After one night?
- I'm not that good.
- You're selling yourself short.
Mmm, you're just easy to please.
I've been in love with you
for as long as I can remember.
Bobby.
- Too fast?
- Yeah.
- We're gonna be late for work.
- Just a little.
- Mmm, a little won't be enough.
- Twenty minutes.
No.
- Ten.
- Bobby.
Ten minutes? BOBBY: Ten.
That's eight minutes
more than most men.
- What's a good gift for a woman?
- Nicole?
Valentine's Day. I'm
gonna see her tonight.
Nothing says "love" like a gift
you spent all afternoon shopping for.
You gonna help or not?
- Jewelry's always good.
- Jewelry's no good, not on my pay.
- Perfume.
- Perfume is dull.
You don't like my ideas,
so why you asking?
I do like your ideas. I'd just like
them more if they were better.
- Try something romantic with her.
- Romantic?
When Fred and I dated, he took
me to this little corner Italian place.
He had candles, flowers and a
big heart-shaped box of chocolates.
And he even hired a violinist.
And I knew right then I'd marry him.
All units. Shots fired
at 3424 Amsterdam.
Dispatch, 55-David
responding. 3424 Amsterdam.
She's not the romantic type. She's
the "hi, take-off-your-pants" type.
- It's a match made in heaven.
- The girl gets to be a little much.
If I can't put her into multiple
numbers, she's not happy.
More than once, I just
wish we could, you know...
sit around...
and talk.
- What happened?
- He just walked in and started shooting.
- He shot three or four.
- Where is he?
He ran around the building there.
White guy, dark hair, brown jacket.
- How long ago?
- Um, a minute, maybe less.
Take the car and cut him off.
55-David to Central.
Suspect last seen...
heading south on Amsterdam
from 3424. We are following.
Uh, he's in there. Whoa, whoa.
I saw a guy with
a gun run in there.
55-David moving into a
warehouse, 3273 Amsterdam.
10-4, 55-David. 3273 Amsterdam.
Bosco!
- Nothing?
- No. Nothing.
- Entrance wound, right eye.
- Give me a hand with this guy.
He's got a tension pneumo on the
left. You intubate while I decompress.
- You find the shooter?
- No.
- How bad? SULLY:
Wedding party got shot up.
Four wounded, one dead.
The groom.
- Where's the bride?
- Right there.
- The bride's a guy?
- Welcome to the new millennium.
A gay wedding with
flowers in a church.
It's a hate crime. He came
here to deliberately kill us.
You saw the shooter?
I was performing the ceremony.
There were shots then Mark went down.
- Mark? FATHER: The
groom. He was shot.
People realized what
happened and started screaming.
He kept shooting, he
was trying to kill us all.
- So you saw the guy or not?
- Five people were shot.
- Could be a jealous lover with bad aim?
- It's gays so it's got to be a sex thing?
I'm sure that's not what Officer
Bosco really meant to say, Father.
- Detectives will determine the motive.
- I can tell you the motive.
I've one of the few parishes in
the city with same-sex weddings.
Want to read all the hate mail I get? See
pictures of the filth I wash off the walls?
Father, anything you could give
us would help us catch the shooter.
Father. David is calling for you.
- Father. Father.
I guess we'll have to wait for the
detectives for anyone to do anything.
"Jealous lover"? Way to
interact with the community.
Of course they think it
was a mass murderer.
It's always something
dramatic with this bunch.
Did anybody catch a description?
- White male, dark hair and brown jacket.
- Someone says it was a hunting jacket.
Yeah. Well, now we at least
know what they were hunting for.
- Hear anything from your brother?
- No.
It's not like you didn't try.
You did everything for him.
Hey, uh...
- Look behind that visor.
- Why?
Just look behind the visor.
For me?
- Looks like something Joey'd give me.
- Hey.
It was the last one the store had.
And it's the thought that counts.
Thank you.
You should come to
Vermont with me this weekend.
- I'm going skiing with Kevin and Shelly.
- I got Joey this weekend.
Joey can come too. He'll love
it. It'll be fun for both of you.
Well, maybe.
It's gonna be fun. I'm telling
you it's gonna be great!
You believe that priest? Acting
like we weren't doing our job.
- He was upset. People got shot.
- We responded as quickly as we could.
Bosco chased the suspect into
a warehouse, risking his life...
but it's not enough.
We're slacking off because
the victims were gay.
- You can't win with those people.
- "Those people"?
Yeah. Those people.
Oh, my God!
Girl, we got a flat tire!
God really answers prayers.
I was thinking it'd be great...
if two girls young enough to
be my daughters had car trouble.
We go. Come on. SULLY: No.
- What are we gonna do?
- You look like you could use a hand.
- No. We cool.
- It'll take us a minute to fix it.
Us? I hope you're talking
about you and your hormones.
It'll only take us a minute.
This a mighty nice car
for a couple of ladies.
- What, we can't have ends?
- I'm just admiring it.
You know what? For real, we
cool. We got auto club and stuff.
By the time they come, we'll
have you home. Open the trunk.
I don't got the key.
- You guys don't have it?
- They don't need them.
They hot-wired it.
This car's stolen.
- She's the one who said let's boost it.
- You gonna be like that?
Y'all saw her drive
it. I was just riding.
Had I known you'd lift the
wheels, I'd have walked.
Ladies! There's
no reason to argue.
There's enough broken laws
to go around. Turn around.
Hands on the car.
- Hey. Happy Valentine's Day.
- Same to you. Where's your partner?
He went to the
cafeteria for some coffee.
Heard you got a bad one.
Multiple shooting at a gay
wedding. Lost one, the others will live.
- How's your day?
- Good. It's quiet, sort of.
Good.
Yeah, it's good. So you're
doing good otherwise?
- Okay. You know, pretty good.
- Mmm. Good. Are people watching?
Yeah.
So I guess we probably
shouldn't kiss right now, huh?
No.
- But you know I want to kiss you, right?
- Yeah.
I'm hoping not as badly
as you want to kiss me.
- No.
- Okay, um...
it was nice to talk. I'll
see you on your next run.
- Yeah. Definitely.
- All right.
She says, "Let's
go boost a Lexus."
I'm like, "Damn that.
No. My man provides."
- You were driving.
- She don't have a license.
She steals, but won't
drive without a license?
Yeah. Why's that?
This one gets unauthorized
use. This one gets GL-3.
What? No, they're both in
on it. Both get grand larceny.
And do extra paperwork?
This one has a sheet.
This one doesn't. Which means she
gets to visit her friends up in Albion.
Maybe this one doesn't have a sheet
because cops keep giving her a walk.
This one's name is Tisha.
Why you trying to put me
away? Listen to the white dude.
- I did nothing.
- Listen to the white dude.
They were both in the stolen car.
They both get the same charge.
- To look better on your record?
- It's the law.
Okay. You win. You
know what? Do me a favor.
Hurry up and get
tired and jaded.
Because this wide-eyed,
eager crap is killing me.
- You all happy with yourself?
- Well, if you can't do the time...
- Yo, too-tall, hold up. Do me a favor?
- Do you a favor?
You're the one putting my
ass on ice. Do me a favor.
I'm being for real. I got a brother. I
take care of him. We're all we got.
If I'm away for a while, he
needs to stay with his aunt.
Okey-dokey.
- What's your brother's name?
- Malcolm Lewis.
You, uh, still mad about
me seeing Morales?
I'm not mad. I'm not
crazy about the idea, but...
Because I think you should know
we're having physical relations.
"Physical relations"? What,
you, uh... You arm-wrestle her?
- We had sex.
- I should hope so.
So you're not pissed?
You want me to be honest?
I dig Morales. She gives me
enough wood to build a boat.
- What?
- A really nice boat.
But I've been trying to get you to
notice anything even remotely female.
It's about time you went for
somebody. I'm happy for you.
So we're cool?
I am. You? I don't know.
- Caffey, you got fatalities?
- No.
Why'd you call me? I got better
things to do than babysit an accident.
Faith.
Fred.
He lost control and drove into an
empty bus stop. Just property damage.
- I had a little accident, Faith.
- Is he drunk?
- All it is, is a little accident.
- Is he?
I don't know.
I had a couple beers
with the guys after work.
- Give him a field sobriety test.
- What?
- Take him home. Let him sleep it off.
- Do it.
You wanna bust your
husband, do it yourself.
- Get up.
- I'm not doing anything!
You don't do as you're told,
I'll arrest you anyway. Get up.
Close your eyes and
put your head back.
Extend your arms to the side.
Touch your nose
with your index finger.
Take five steps in this
direction, heel to toe.
Turn around on your
toes, and come back to me.
What? Are you kidding me?
I'm surprised you could find the car,
let alone get the key in the ignition.
You're under arrest.
You understand?
What are you doing? Stop
was empty. Nobody got hurt.
You know where he
was heading right now?
To pick up our kids from school.
I didn't do anything.
It's not my fault.
She ran right out in front of
me. What was I gonna do?
- Get out of the way.
- I don't need this on my record.
Want "you kept us from
treating her" on your record?
Now, get out of the way.
- Let's roll her.
- All right.
I'll get her head.
One, two, three.
Ma'am.
Ma'am, are you with us?
Are you...?
Are you an angel?
No.
That means I'm in hell.
You're not in hell.
You're in New York.
- I'm not dead?
- Not for lack of trying.
Bus driver says you
ran out in front of him.
- I'm gonna take your blood pressure.
- Something called me across the street.
- "Something"?
- I heard someone call my name.
I went across the
street. The bus...
I thought I was dead.
I opened my eyes and I
saw you. I saw my angel.
- I think you have a concussion.
- What's your name?
Carlos.
Carlos.
My angel.
Yeah. I know it's short
notice, and I appreciate it.
All right, as soon as you
can. Thanks, Beth. Bye.
Emily? Charlie?
Beth's coming to watch
you guys. You gotta be good.
- Okay. Where's Daddy?
- He won't be home tonight.
He won't be home until later.
Say bye and get cleaned up.
- Bye, guys. EMILY
AND CHARLIE: Bye.
- How long you gonna keep Fred in jail?
- Till someone bails him out.
Come on.
He got drunk, and he
got behind the wheel.
- He'll sober up in jail like the rest.
- He's not the same, he's your husband.
- Cut him some slack.
- I cut him some slack.
When he was at the bar, and
he'd forget to pick the kids up.
When he was too drunk to get to
the toilet and pukes all over the rug.
And now I gotta tell my
kids that Mom arrested Dad.
What are you gonna tell them?
There's no point in lying.
My mother always lied about my
father's drinking. That's no good.
If we didn't trip over empties,
we smelled spilled booze.
And then my father...
one minute he'd be laughing,
and the next he'd be screaming.
- You can't hide that.
- He has a problem.
He does. And he
could've gotten help.
I tried to help him.
He asked for this.
Not me, and not my kids.
There are no victims,
only volunteers.
- Maybe you should wait here.
- Why?
- If Malcolm sees you, he'll be scared.
- Like you always bring glad tidings?
You arrest his sister, get him
in deep with his bookie boss.
I'll be back in a
couple, all right?
I'm out of here in 10, even if you're
reminiscing about your first arrest.
And keep your radio on.
Man, what?
- What's up?
- What?
Uh, can I come in?
No.
Um, I need to talk to
you about your sister.
- She got shot?
- No, no. God, no! Nothing like that.
Um... I had to arrest
her this afternoon.
Can't you take a deep breath
without causing me any grief?
- She stole a car.
- Was it your car?
- No.
- Why you all up in our business?
It is my business. She
broke the law, I arrested her.
She's not gonna be coming around
for a while. Maybe a long while.
- She said to stay with your aunt.
- Did she say my aunt's in Pittsburgh?
- There's no one else to stay with?
- Who? My sister's all I got.
Or all I had, till you gotta
come jacking things up.
Oh, but that is your business.
You know what we should do?
- What?
- We should call Social Services.
We're just dropping
him at my mom's.
- Then call her.
- I don't want to bother her.
You don't want her to say no.
- She won't mind helping.
- You know this?
Don't drive me around
town for no reason.
Take me to the Port
Authority. I'll get to Pittsburgh.
Not until we get ahold of your aunt.
You'll stay with me and my mom.
I'd rather be in Pittsburgh.
You're being decent, but
you have an uncanny ability...
to make bad situations worse.
- You got that.
- Excuse me, little punk.
I don't want you in a system
where no one gives a damn.
Everything's gonna be cool.
How about skimpy lingerie for Nicole?
Like one of those Wonderbra combos.
- It's not for her, it's for you.
- I don't know that?
- Not now. I'm not in the mood.
- You two clear?
- Yeah. What's up?
- 1721 Riverside.
Another gay shooting.
Captain wants everyone there.
There goes your
jealous-lover theory.
Hey. MAGGIE: Hi.
- What are you two doing over here?
- Uh, Malcolm.
- Mom, this is Malcolm.
- Hello, Malcolm.
What's up?
Uh...
Malcolm sort of needs
a place to stay, Mom.
I was thinking he
could hang here.
We need to talk about this.
She ain't even pretending to
want me. Just let me handle myself.
Bad to worse.
Hang out in the other room.
You got something to
say, say it to my face.
- Just let's go.
- Thank you.
What's going on?
Malcolm's a neighborhood
kid. He's not bad...
but he ain't a Boy Scout either.
We arrested his sister today.
He has an aunt in Pittsburgh.
We're trying to find
her. But till we do...
he hasn't got anyone
to take care of him.
Maggie, the kid really
doesn't have anybody else.
Come on, Mom.
How long?
Hmm, maybe one night.
Two, tops.
God!
- Tancredi, where'd you need us?
- Uh, street canvass.
Same shooter?
Same description. White,
blond hair, brown hunting jacket.
It was a fag mixer.
Guy walks in, doesn't say a
word, just unloaded his gun.
These the only ones wounded?
A bullet passed through a
window, hit an old woman. DOA.
- Captain's having a fit.
- What are you doing about the killer?
We're doing all we can.
If you wait over there...
- Wait?
- Yeah.
- Do we have to do something?
- We?
- Roberto, please do as the officer says.
- Hey.
- You get around, huh?
- I go where my community needs help.
- What's Gorgeous George's story?
- He belongs to Fight Back.
"Fight Back"? Great.
I don't condone it, but
if they get involved...
it's your fault for
not doing enough.
You don't see all these uniforms?
Huh? You think we're here for punch?
Is it because a "normal"
person got shot instead of gays?
These butt-boys kill me. Always crying
about "normal" people. I am normal.
If queers don't like getting
shot at, they should be men.
Just because you got crap to
say doesn't mean I want to hear it.
Come on. Let's go canvass.
- Jimmy, um, can I see you for a sec?
- Mm-hm.
In private?
Well, a little early...
but put Cassandra Wilson
on. I think I can get in the mood.
Forget it.
Hey, wait a second.
It's a joke.
- Sorry.
- You always play the dog for the boys.
I said I was sorry, all right?
So, what do you
want to talk about?
I need you to be
completely objective.
- You think you can do that?
- I can try.
Bobby and I slept together.
It's, uh... It's been building.
But I don't know if it's
gonna work for us. For me.
- You slept with Bobby?
- He already has plans.
It's nothing big. He wants
to go away for the weekend.
I feel like everything
is happening too fast.
- He's really in love with me.
- What the hell were you thinking?
Does it matter? I did it. I
have to tell him something.
- Longer I wait, the harder it's gonna be.
- Okay, wait a second.
Bobby. Your partner?
- Stop saying that. I need help.
- You got that right.
I shouldn't have come to you.
How am I supposed to react
when my wife comes to me...
and tells me she's sleeping
with another guy on the job?
Ex-wife. Take it like I do
when I hear about your women.
- You did it to get back at me.
- It's not about you.
Engine-55, Ladder-100...
proceed to 714 West Harlem Way.
I gotta go.
Thanks.
Thanks, as always,
for being there for me.
Crazy. New millennium and
people are still racists and bigots.
- They hate gays, blacks...
- I wouldn't lump that together.
I'm tired of people equating
being gay with being black.
- Minority group.
- They have a sexual preference.
It's what they are. It's the
same as us being straight.
It's not. The history of
blacks is different than gays.
We were slaves. We were owned.
Property. And we had no civil rights.
It's affected who we are, what
we do, how people look at us.
Being denied their
rights doesn't affect gays?
All they want is equal
protection under the law.
You see more gays in
the boss' chair than blacks.
- As long as the chair's in the closet.
- At least they have options.
Pretending to be
something you're not?
You don't have that choice about
color or the way people treat you.
It's been that way from slavery to
the brother dragged to death in Texas.
The gay kid that was beat
in Wyoming deserved to die?
Nobody deserves
it. Nobody. Okay?
That doesn't make the struggle from
slavery the same as sexual preference.
It's not about that, but about
not being killed for who you are.
The struggle's the
same for everyone.
- I'll kill the bitch!
- That'll help your arraignment.
- She's cheating! Why put me away?
- Beat a woman, go to jail. Funny law.
- Bitches all working together!
- Oh!
You gotta be careful. You're
gonna trip over your tongue.
Ow! You see what he did to me?
I must've accidentally
looked the other way.
Faith, come on.
You made your point.
I'm your husband! This ain't funny!
- Hey, Faith.
What?! BOSCO: Nothing.
This is your solution? We can't
find the aunt so his sister goes?
- We're just amending the report...
- It's the same.
To say Tisha was riding along.
She won't be put in the system,
which is what you wanted, correct?
If you'd listened to me, we wouldn't
be amending an arrest report.
I know it's Rosario
material. We won't destroy it.
- Rosario has nothing to do with it.
- Are my ears deceiving me?
Or does one policeman actually
care about Rosario material?
This is all yours. We've
already been in the ring together.
ADA Gail Moore.
Uh, Ty Davis.
How do you know about Rosario?
The LSATs. I'm accepted to Fordham.
I just opted for some uniform time first.
- Fordham. I'm impressed.
- Yeah.
In your studies, you didn't
learn it's illegal to alter reports?
Not altering, just modifying.
There's a difference?
Well, Sully wanted to charge a
suspect with unauthorized use.
Some new evidence makes me
agree with his original assessment.
What's the evidence?
She goes away, there's no
one to care for her little brother.
- That's not evidence.
- Yeah, well, it's a reason.
That, and she wasn't driving.
I pushed for the GL-3 to begin
with. So now I'm just un-pushing it.
She's kind of cute, huh?
- Who, bus girl?
- Vangie, yeah.
I suppose. I wasn't really
looking at her that way.
What other way is
there? She was hot.
Yeah, but, you know,
I'm seeing Morales now.
Oh, right. Right.
You're "seeing her."
So you can't look at any other
women? God, you'd drive monks crazy.
Adam-553, respond
to altercation...
at 1365 West End.
Adam-553, copy. 1365 West End.
Gays are asking to get shot.
If you knew a guy in the city
was trying to kill your kind...
Your kind?
You go to a big, gay
Valentine's party...
you can't be surprised
when gun guy shows up.
It's their fault they got shot?
What do you expect? If you look
for trouble, trouble's what you get.
They have a right to do whatever
they wanna do without being shot.
Having a right doesn't
cancel out being smart.
"No victims, only volunteers."
That's the most bigoted
thing I've ever heard.
- I call a spade a spade.
- Yeah. That's your problem.
Adam-553 to Dispatch.
Hey, hey, back off!
- They're killing me!
- He's the killer!
- Back up, all right? What happened?
- They attacked me.
- Sit down.
- He's shooting gays!
I'm not shooting anybody!
I'm gay, all right! I'm gay!
Just take it easy, all right.
Why don't you calm down?
All right. Everybody stand back!
Are you deaf?
What's going on?
- A little street-corner justice.
- They attacked me.
We're looking for the guy shooting gays.
We talk to him and he starts swinging.
- They were threatening me.
- Beat up enough people...
sooner or later you
get the right guy?
We gotta protect ourselves.
You guys do nothing.
- You pressing charges?
- Just get them away from me.
Get off the street
before I run you in.
If you did your job, we
wouldn't have to be out here.
- Deal. Now get out of here.
- Let's go.
Come on. Let's go now!
Let's go. Come on, let's go!
You wanna know why I wanna
get my MD and get off the street?
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Look at you.
Oh, thanks.
- Is Bobby around?
- He's on the phone with his mom.
He's a good boy.
His brother's in trouble
with the law again.
Look, I'm sorry about earlier.
You were trying to tell me
something. I should've listened.
Yep. You should have.
I said I was sorry. Why
do you make me crawl?
Why apologize? Why does it take
you hours to decide to be decent?
- I'm jealous.
- No kidding.
Tell me you're not just
a little glad I still am.
- What are you gonna do about Bobby?
- I don't know.
Just tell him the truth.
Can't go wrong
telling the truth.
- Hey.
- What do you want?
We need to talk.
Tell it to the back of
my head. I'm walking.
You're walking because of
me. I dropped your charges.
- Are you trying to get in my drawers?
- No.
- Something the matter with me?
- I'm doing this for Malcolm.
You need to be more
responsible. Take care of him.
- Mm-hm, whatever.
- Know what?
You want to mess
up, I'll put you back in.
Don't screw things
up for Malcolm.
He's at my place, I'll drop
him off when I get off work.
Hey.
You know.
Right.
55-David to Central. Shots
fired, we have wounded.
We need a rush on the bus.
Put the gun down!
- Don't shoot.
- Put it down.
I'm on the job. I'm off-duty.
No, no. He was protecting
us. He shot the killer.
We were standing here.
This guy starts shooting.
I'm a cop. My shield
is in my hip pocket.
- Where's the shooter?
- Up the street.
- Some guys chased him.
- Bos.
55-David to Central.
Pick him up, now. Pick him up!
Pick him up! Pick him up!
- Get off him. Get off!
- He's the killer!
- You hear me?! I said get off!
- Ah!
- He's the one!
- Get back!
- He's the one who's shooting gays!
- I'll put him in jail!
Protect him? You'll protect
a guy who's been killing us?!
You take one more
step, I'll shoot you myself.
55-David. We need a
bus. 293 Christopher.
Bosco.
10-4, 55-David. 293 Christopher.
- You caught him?
- Yeah.
Can you identify him?
Is that the shooter?
Yes.
That's the man.
What is your name?
Tom.
Tom, I'm going to
ask God to forgive you.
The grace and peace of God and
the Lord Jesus Christ be with you.
Through this holy anointing may
the Lord who frees you from sin...
save you and raise you up.
Lord Christ, who chose to
share our human nature...
to redeem all
people, heal the sick...
Hey. KIM: Hey.
Waiting for me? KIM: Yeah.
Want to get a bite to eat,
catch a midnight movie?
Listen, Bobby.
What?
Look, it was a mistake.
- Mistake?
- I'm not trying to be hard...
No. "Mistake" is pretty clear.
I told you I'm not good at this.
"This" is what? You
proving yourself right?
Tell me you don't love me.
Look me in the eye and
tell me you don't love me.
As a friend.
I love you as my
best friend, Bobby.
So now what?
You go back to guys who only
care about the friction you give them?
- Is that what you want?
- What do you want?
I should be with you
just to make you happy?
Come on. Bobby.
Bobby, Come on...
- Hey. You heading out?
- The sitter's gotta get home.
- Want to talk? I'll see Nicole later.
- Do whatever you're gonna do.
Why are you so hot with me? I
want to make sure everything's okay.
I don't understand you. You
stand there, act so decent.
And then all day I listen to
you spew crap about people.
What, I should pretend I like
guys getting it on with guys?
That's today. Yesterday,
you disliked blacks.
Tomorrow, Hispanics. Thursday,
Asians. I'm sick of your bigotry.
Maybe Father O'Roark
can love everybody. I can't.
I don't even want to try.
I don't want B-boys
drinking 40s on my stoop...
because welfare says they can.
I don't want to hear Julio
scream at his girlfriend all night...
to show how tough he is.
I hate it. Same as I hate
hearing some drunk-ass mick...
singing past my window!
I got a list of people I hate.
But you tell me one time...
when I didn't do everything to help
the brothers, the eses or some Paddy.
One time! Gays included.
You wish you knew
yourself that well.
Go deal with your family.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Carlos.
Uh...
I'll see you tomorrow, angel.
I got your station
number from the hospital.
Should you be walking around?
The doctor said it's
a mild concussion.
I'm supposed to get
woken up every few hours.
I just wanted to thank
you again for saving me.
I didn't save you.
Anyway, it's my job.
I know I must've sounded,
you know, crazy before.
No. No. Not too crazy.
You look up and there's this bus
coming at you. You figure that's it.
Then you open your eyes and there's
this handsome man standing over you.
I just want to thank you.
You did.
So, um, you need to be
woken up every few hours?
That, or I just
shouldn't sleep tonight.
Shot of Stoli, please.
- Happy Valentine's Day.
- Hmm.
Says you.
Well, we all have
our days, Bobby.
You shouldn't leave
your credit card face up.
Or keep a tab. A girl might
think you have a drinking problem.
- Drinking's not my problem.
- What is your problem?
There's a woman I've been in love
with for as long as I can remember.
Last night we
finally get together.
Today she tells
me it was a mistake.
That bites.
Yeah.
You know what really bites?
I come home and I see my fiancé
getting it on with my maid of honor...
in my bed on my new
Calvin Klein sheets.
She's sporting this Mikimoto strand
that he bought her. And all I got?
Lousy box of
chocolates. Six bucks.
Saw one just like
it at the drugstore.
- That really bites.
- Oh, yeah.
I got this image
graffitied on my brain...
that really needs to be sandblasted
with hours of meaningless sex.
How long's a girl
gotta wait for her juice?
- You got a way with words too.
- My luck?
I get jilted on the one night that
every man seems to have a woman.
Thanks.
Mm.
This getting-to-know-you
stuff is really nice...
but are we going back
to my place or not?
- You're moving way too fast for me.
- We gotta wash my sheets first.
Any man responsible
enough to help...
with domestic chores
definitely gets, uh... Favors.
I'm leaving now, very slowly.
So any guy who
knows what's what...
will have every opportunity
in the world to follow.
Check, please.
I got Nick to post bail.
Wasn't too happy about it. But
you seemed happy to let me sit.
You don't have to
say how things are.
I don't wanna stay here any
more than you want me around.
You know something? The way
you treat me, I'm glad to get out.
What's not there, I'll send
when you find a place.
Did you think I was
gonna beg you to stay?
I grew up with a drunk. I
won't let that happen to my kids.
Get out.
Get out before
I call the police.