Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 1, Episode 21 - Just Another Night at the Opera - full transcript

Bobby saves a carjacker trapped inside a burning auto. Vangie complains to Carlos' superiors. Davis inadvertently foils aninvestigation of Candyman for corruption. Bobby hears that Matty is panhandling.

Previously on Third Watch:

Everybody move back!

This really isn't a time for
either of us to have a kid.

- If there's something...
- What are you gonna do?

Give me $100 and a
ride to the abortion clinic?

- You gonna support that pimp?
- You take the money?

You won't believe me.

I'm ready to get on with things.

- Maybe settle down, have some kids.
- With Nicole?

Tonight on Third Watch:

What the hell was that?



- Get your...
- No!

You do anything
wrong, I'll lock you up.

- Jimmy's engaged.
- Tell him you love him.

I don't love him.

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You gonna get that?

I love watching you dress.

- I thought you loved me undressing.
- Mm-hm. That too.

Gonna answer?

Yeah?

Oh, hi!

I'm glad you called.
Guess what I'm doing.

I'm watching your
son put on his jeans.

Come on!



- Don't talk to my mother like that.
- He's upset.

She says you got a stick
up your ass like your father.

Sure, 4:30's great.

Okay, I'll see you then.

My mother calls you here now?

She's coming by the
shop to pick out lingerie.

- All you have is that sexy stuff.
- Mm-hm.

She wants to impress a
young guy she's going out with.

With her underwear?
She told you that?

Girl talk.

- Are you guys buddies?
- Your mom's great.

You know what?

- I want to meet your parents.
- Herbert and Deborah?

- Why?
- Maybe I'll be pals with your dad.

- Go to a ball game this summer.
- Yeah.

- My father would jump at that chance.
- He might.

He'd hate you.

Nobody hates me.

That's why I was attracted
to you in the first place.

I want to meet him.

Fine.

We're going to the opera
tonight. A fundraiser.

- You can come.
- The opera? Perfect.

- You like the opera?
- I love it.

You know it's black tie?

You mean like a tuxedo?

Credit Union

Bobby Caffey, right?

- Georgio Ramirez?
- Yeah.

Look at you!

- I'm a trading assistant on The Street.
- Big time!

- I'll get my license in a year or two.
- Good for you.

- Still driving the ambulance?
- Yeah.

- And that fine partner?
- Nothing's changed.

- Your brother's hit hard times?
- Yeah.

- Never thought he'd panhandle.
- Panhandling?

I saw him in Grand Central.
Gave him a few bucks.

- Well, the drugs got him pretty bad.
- It's like that all over.

- So, anyway, you take care.
- Yeah, thanks.

Why are you taking lost time?
- Date.

- Like, you're leaving the apartment?
- Yep.

- You have to wear clothes for that.
- Black tie.

I'm picking up a tux later.

- Where the hell are you going?
- Opera.

Opera?

- Ever find anything back here?
- A knife once.

It would be a bitch if a guy
got a weapon back here.

- That explains the searching thing.
- Right.

- Is it okay if I drive?
- What?

- You never let me.
- Or anyone else.

- Come on.
- No.

It's part of training.

You can take the
keys away if I screw up.

Huh? Come on.

- Don't make me sorry I did this.
- Relax. What could go wrong?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Glad I caught you.
- Great.

- How long should I hold the check?
- What?

- No, no. The check's gold.
- Good.

- I put it in the bank already.
- Good.

You're gonna be a little upset.

I might surprise
you. I feel good.

Are you gonna talk
soon? I have to get to work.

I'm getting married.
Brooke and I got engaged.

- You've only been dating a few months.
- Five.

Wow! Five months.
That's like a lifetime.

- Longer than us.
- You knock her up too?

She's not pregnant.

I'm glad for you.

- Really?
- Yeah, I am.

I hope you're both very happy.

John Doe, approximately
25, found AMS in the park.

No signs of trauma. GCS,
7. BP, 120/80, pulse 50.

- O.D.?
- Yes, considering where he was.

- He didn't respond to the cocktail.
- We'll let him sleep it off.

Adam-553.

Adam.

- CO requests you call the
land line. CARLOS: 10-4.

- I'll use the lounge.
- Right.

I'll get the cot in
a minute, okay?

Take your time.

The x-rays look fine. We'll get
you an Ace and some crutches.

Just ice and elevate it for 24
hours, and it'll be good as new.

I don't know how to thank you.

Just pay your bill on time.

- Do you like the symphony?
- I love the symphony.

- Why don't we go? I have a box.
- Sounds great, but no.

- You sure?
- I'm positive.

What a shame.
We could've hit it off.

Ace, crutches and sprain care.

- Thanks for the offer.
- Call if you change your mind.

- "Pay the bill on
time." MORALES: Right.

- Hey, you.
- "Hey, you," back.

- Got time for coffee?
- Sure.

- Later. We gotta go downtown.
- Downtown?

Boss says he wants to see me.

What did you do?

- Probably about Dignitary Protection.
- You just put in for that.

I guess they jump on
guys with my qualifications.

Yeah. I'm not surprised
somebody wants to jump on you.

I better go get our cot.

- I'll see you later?
- I'm in and out all night.

- License and registration, please.
- Is this about the stop sign?

- License and registration.
- I know I rolled through.

- I got an ash in my lap.
- Do you have a hearing problem?

I heard you. You're
not gonna believe this.

- Probably not.
- I left my wallet at home.

- That's unfortunate.
- Everything is in the wallet.

Step out of the car.

- Is that necessary?
- If you don't want to be dragged out.

- I'm sorry about the stop sign.
- Put your hands on the car.

- I'm sorry...
- The hearing problem again.

Thank you.

Oh! Would you look at this!

- I found it. MAN:
That's my other wallet.

Oh, it is?

Turn around.

What's your license
suspended for, Gary?

Come on, man.

If I have to run it,
I'll be disappointed...

- in our new relationship.
- Okay.

It's because of points.
But I gotta get around, bro.

Wow, now you gotta go to jail,
bro. Turn around, once again.

Oh, man!

I'm sorry, man. Life sucks.

What are you doing?

- Listening to you beat up the 4-x-4s.
- I am not!

- Did you hear?
- I didn't hear anything.

- Want to know what's bothering me?
- No.

- You don't?
- I don't care what Doherty did.

How do you know it's about him?

- You seriously don't want to know?
- What I want...

is coffee. Who's driving?

- You won't believe...
- Okay, you drive.

Nine-sixty-four...
Seventy-two must be over here.

I hate coming here.

- Makes you feel there's trouble.
- I'm never in trouble.

- Oh, man.
- What? What's wrong?

- Hey, Doc.
- Vangie.

Good luck, lover.

Nieto!

That bitch!

Don't forget to mention
your qualifications, okay...

"lover"?

You got a patient pregnant?

- Opera for Dummies? They know you.
- Shut up.

- What're you getting from that?
- I know some Italian.

I want to know about the
story so I don't look stupid.

Don't take that in with you.

Damn it!

What the hell was that?!

He'll be able to wallpaper
with all the tickets I give him.

Police! Hey, police!

- He took my car.
- Blue Chevy?

Yeah, he took off.

- See any weapons?
- I don't know.

- License plate number?
- I...

Wait here. We'll come back.

Stay there!

55-David to Central.
Carjacking, 103 and 9th.

Victim standing by. We
are looking for a blue Chevy.

No plate number at this time.

10-4, 103 and 9th. FAITH: There.

Central, we have
that car in sight now.

Your location?

We're eastbound on
89th from 102 to 103.

- Come on!
- 10-4. You're in pursuit?

10-4, Central.
We are in pursuit.

Sergeant is
requesting your speed.

- We're at 45.
- Approximately 45 mph.

This guy's ass is mine.

Sergeant is calling off
the chase. Shut it down.

- We're following.
- Boss is saying shut it down.

Too late. Game's over.

Bastard!

Where's he going?

We're in the parking garage.

102589, headed up.

Copy, David, 102589.

Blue Chevy, license plate
Victor-Victor-William...

two-seven-one.

- Sergeant has called off
chase. FAITH: Like hell!

I don't know where
he thinks he's going.

Should've taken it without
running us off the road.

Hold on.

- Copy, David. Call off the
chase. FAITH: Give me a minute!

Uh-oh. FAITH: Son of a bitch!

We need a bus and
fire at this location...

Oh, my God!

Help me, please!

- My leg!
- Fire's on the way.

- He's in there. Hello?
- They're coming.

Please hurry!

Carjacker's still inside.

We chased him and he
decided to see if Chevys can fly.

FYI, they can't.

Buddy, help is on the way.

My leg is stuck!

Hang tough, okay?

- Please hurry!
- I'll try going in back.

- Don't, Bobby.
- We wait here, this guy burns up.

- It's gonna go.
- They're almost here.

God! I feel it burning!

- I'm here. What's your name?
- Rudy. My name's Rudy.

- Oh, my leg!
- Come here.

My leg! My leg!

It's burning!

- Please!
- Get out of there.

Rudy, I gotta pull your leg out.

- Just do it.
- Stay with me.

Let's go! Let's go!

- He's free.
- Here they come.

Right on time. BOBBY: Help me!

One, two, three.

You okay?

I need to work on him.

I'll cuff him to the cot.

You got your job, I got
mine. You're under arrest.

Open fractures and
partial-thickness burns.

BP's 80 palp. He needs
two lines and 10 liters O-2.

Let's get a burn kit going.

- Something wrong?
- Nothing.

What's up?

Nothing, really.

- 55-Charlie's 98.
- 10-4, Charlie.

- You did a nice job.
- It was a traffic stop.

- You get uglier and uglier.
- Hey, Bernie!

- How are you?
- Poor and unbearable.

A ray of sunshine.
What are you doing?

- I'm the borough mailman.
- You can't interact with the public?

- Davis, Bernie Peterson.
- How are you?

You going to Mac's tonight?
Milton's pulling the pin.

It's about time, he's blind.

Poor bastard married the
same woman three times.

- By the way...
- How'd you pull that off?

You'll meet her. Know where?

- Mac's? I've slept on the floor.
- That you have.

- See you tonight!
- Yeah.

- Bernie got married.
- Maybe there's hope for you.

- Here.
- No, keep driving.

- Yeah?
- You're doing a pretty good job.

- Okay.
- So far.

We're working on you.
You're gonna be all right.

It stinks. It kind of
smells like chicken.

- It does.
- Not funny.

The guy hurt himself.
That's entertainment.

Track marks. I can't find
a vein. I'll try saphenous.

- Won't be easy with these burns.
- Same as the arms.

No distal pulse, no cap refill.

I'm in.

- I'm giving him morphine.
- I'll call it in.

He gets morphine, I get an
hour of paperwork. It's not fair.

Mercy, this is Boy 553.
We've got a rollover MVA...

a 25-year-old male with
second- and third-degree burns.

His BP is 110/70. Pulse is 120.

Requesting morphine, 10 mgs.

- They say start him at five.
- Too late.

We'd really like 10.

Yeah, thanks. Ten.

- That was interesting. KIM:
Pupils are equal and responsive.

GCS is eight.

Patient also has a
left tib-fib fracture.

No distal pulse or cap refill.

- His bleeding's under control.
- I'm not dead.

You're gonna be
okay. Look at me.

- What did you expect her to do?
- She's messing with my career.

- I can't believe this.
- She's looking out for the baby.

Health insurance, child support.

If she protects herself now, she
can have your wages garnished.

Are you on her side?

If there's a side to take,
hers would be the side I'm on.

Nice to know I can count on you.
This could cause me problems.

- At least you're not being selfish.
- I can't have a complaint on record.

This could have many
repercussions. May affect med school.

- How could it affect that?
- Maybe some kind of morals thing.

Like finding out
you don't have any?

Take a left on 9th.

- Why?
- I'm gonna see her.

Come on. It's on the way back.

Ten minutes.

Fine.

We've found our combatants.

Either that or a ballroom
dance competition.

He started it! MAN 2:
He's messing with my girl!

Like you have a girl!
- Son of...

That's enough! Hey, hey, hey!

Don't make me get out.

Go away. You can't play with each
other for 30 minutes. Understand?

- Yes, sir.
- I don't have a watch.

- Approximate.
- What?

It means guess. Go.

Go.

Different directions.

There you go.

- No cross-complaints?
- I can learn.

Learn? It's like overnight
you wrote the book.

Hey! You guys need anything?

- I thought I'd back you up.
- We're cool.

- Thanks for the thought.
- It's all about backup.

- You want to get a coffee?
- Maybe later.

- I got a job to check out.
- I didn't hear it on the radio.

I got paged.

SRO on Arthur, a guy's
behind on his room rent.

- You get paged with assignments?
- The manager's a regular.

- I'm a man of the people, baby.
- Marshals handle rent disputes.

I handle everything
on my post, Junior.

- We'll check it out with you.
- I got it.

Hey. It's all about
the backup, right?

When you're right, you're right.

Seventy-five a week and you get
to share a bathroom with neighbors.

- What a bargain.
- Yeah.

- You have keys?
- I told you. Manager's a regular.

- What does that mean?
- Means mind your own business.

Rent's due, freeloaders.

Oh, damn it.

- What's wrong with you?
- Oh, no.

- Bad day at work?
- You filed a complaint.

Hurting myself was
punishing the wrong half of us.

Nobody has to get hurt.

I spent a week in that hospital
and you didn't even care!

I tried. They
wouldn't let me in.

There are consequences
to that complaint.

What about getting me pregnant?

- There were two of us in the bed!
- It's all right, Mrs. Burrows.

He just talks loud.

Fine. Okay, I am here.

I am listening. What do you want
to do about this? It's a mistake.

- I won't let it ruin my life.
- A mistake.

- What do you want?
- I don't know.

Just make a decision. I'll
support whatever you decide...

short of marrying
you. Can you do that...

without going to my
bosses or swallowing pills?

You bastard.

- It's getting vouchered.
- Slow down.

It's all getting vouchered.

Sully...

get this kid out of here.

- Just voucher it.
- Are you kidding me?

- I can retire off this.
- Could've retired when you were shot.

- Whose money is this?
- You brought it.

Bolito. It's like numbers.
They won't claim it.

With gambling, the more
money, the higher the charge.

- Get him out!
- I won't tell you again...

Hey. Check this out.

- What is that, a camera?
- Video. It's on.

What?

Were you gonna beef us?
Saying we brought the money.

And you're filming us?

Police. Lieutenant
Hall, Internal Affairs.

- What is this?
- What are you two doing here?

- Backing our guy.
- Who assigned you?

I'm backing up another cop.

- Did you notify the dispatcher?
- No.

No. If you'd
followed procedure...

you'd have been
instructed to stay away.

So this is all a setup, huh?

Nothing better to do than
beat on a working cop?

Working cop? Don't make me sick.

So you're all cops?
You're all cops.

Bunch of rat bastards.

- What were you and Jones discussing?
- Spring fashions.

- You think you're funny?
- Not really.

You know what they
were talking about?

- I'd only be guessing.
- That's what I expect.

- Tyrone Davis Jr., right?
- Davis.

Davis, let's go.

Come on.

- How's it going?
- Nothing as exciting as Phil there.

- My back hurts.
- No kidding?

We better rush him inside.

- How's the back?
- It's killing me.

I've been looking for you.

- What's the matter?
- I burned my arm.

- Get that checked.
- No, I'll put some saline on it.

- But it's a second-degree burn.
- All right.

- You'll give me a heart attack.
- Sound like my mom.

I'm used to having you around,
even when you act like a jerk.

I've been listening to your
problems for three years.

I got problems too. I found
out my brother's begging.

I'm sorry if your love life
doesn't seem as important.

- Welcome back, Phil.
- Back pain again.

- It really hurts.
- Uh-huh.

- You don't know.
- Put him in two.

Vitals are good, neuro's
good, everything's good.

My back really hurts.

- Morales isn't gonna whip out a scrip.
- She has to, it really hurts.

Got him, guys? DOC: Yeah.

- Phil Jeffries is back.
- He's wasting his time.

- I told him.
- Pulse ox improved on the vent.

Transport team's coming.

- He'll be admitted?
- People on vents are.

Great, I'll turn him over.
Beat feet for the opera.

- Going to the opera?
- Surprising?

No, I'm jealous. I
wish I was going.

- Phil Jeffries, huh?
- He's not a fan of yours.

- Time for coffee?
- Yeah.

Can you take a look at this?

Do that at the car fire? - Yeah.

- Rain check?
- Yeah, sure.

- Feel better.
- Thanks.

I'll débride it and
put a dressing on.

- We're relieved.
- Good.

- You gonna talk to me?
- About what?

Nobody made that guy jack a car.

Nobody made him run.

That's not it. He made his
bed. I was thinking about myself.

I lost it. I wasn't in control.

Sarge called us off,
and I ignored him.

I was offended by this jerk and
not gonna stop until I got him.

So?

It was luck that nobody
was under that car.

- It could've turned out worse.
- It didn't.

- Next time it might.
- Why do you always worry?

- Don't you think about the future?
- Not past being late for the opera.

- I'll take you in so you can change.
- I'm not letting Kowalski make fun.

I told Nicole to send
the car to the diner.

- The car?
- She said to leave my Mustang.

You don't want to go to
an opera with a four-barrel.

You're getting all
hoity on me, Bos.

You know what you told
me when I messed up?

Try to learn from it,
do it different next time.

- I said that?
- Pretty smart.

Apparently, I have my moments.

Tell me about my dad.

Were you a part of it? Is
that why you won't tell me?

- I didn't want to back Candyman up.
- He was flying solo.

He's giving special attention to
SROs who slip him a few bucks.

You put me in
the middle of that.

Should've asked me. I don't
want anything to do with him.

- I'm sorry.
- I mean it.

No more making decisions
without my input. We're partners.

Yeah. Okay.

- Where would I find him now?
- Candyman?

- What for?
- I got a message for him.

- It's a waste of time.
- My time to waste.

IAB didn't have anything.
Must be back on his beat.

Heads up.

Round two.

- I'm going upstairs.
- Right.

Hey.

You don't have to worry anymore.

- What do you want to do?
- I said...

- don't worry about it anymore.
- What do you mean?

It's over.

- Did you do something?
- Goodbye, lover.

- What did you do?
- I said...

you don't have to
worry about it anymore.

Do you need some money?

I'll be upstairs.

Hey.

- You got a burn.
- It's minor. I'll survive.

Wasn't smart going in that car.

Well, I learned bravery
over intelligence from you.

- Is that a compliment?
- No.

Let me ask you something.

- Did Kim tell you she was mad at me?
- What's this, Sweet Valley High?

Talk to each other about
your problems. Leave me out.

Hey, Junior.

- Thanks for...
- You say you extort people on the beat?

You're on my beat now.

Don't worry about any IAB beef.

You do anything wrong,
I'll lock you up myself.

- So you gonna lock me up, kid?
- Try me.

Let's go.

- Look at you!
- Feel like a waiter.

- You look like James Bond.
- Really?

"Martini. Shaken, not stirred."

You look nice.

How's the tie?

I feel like your mom
and you're going to prom.

Your car's been
outside for a while.

I better be going.

- Be all right?
- No sweat.

- I'll see you later.
- Yeah.

Have a good time.

F.D.N.Y. AMBULANCE

- Jimmy's getting married.
- Wow.

- You couldn't do it.
- That's unfair.

I have no one else
to talk to about this.

- He's getting married? So what?
- He still...

- He can still make me mad.
- If you love the guy, tell him.

I don't love him.

You think I do?

- Opera?
- Something sexy. Any suggestions?

Sexy? Seal, Toni Braxton.

- You're a big help.
- What did she mean?

I don't know.

She said not to worry.
It could mean anything.

Is Carmen sexy? It's
got that famous aria.

- Probably wasn't pregnant.
- Carmen's good.

- Think she was only lying?
- I don't know. Come on.

It might've been nice having
someone to call a relative.

- You gotta be kidding.
- I don't have anyone with my blood.

You push this girl away and
now you feel sorry for yourself?

Thanks. You don't
have the right to.

Yeah. You're probably right.

You're a good man.

You did good today.

Thanks, man.

- About your father...
- I don't need to know.

- What do you mean?
- I don't need to know.

What he did doesn't matter.

He was my father. I
love him. I respect him.

That's all that's
important, right?

I miss him.

Wow!

- You look beautiful.
- I feel like a penguin.

Let's go meet the Osbornes.

Mom, Dad, this is
Maurice Boscorelli.

- You're the policeman?
- Yes, 55th Precinct.

- It must be interesting.
- It has its moments.

I golfed with one of your
chiefs, Sam somebody...

I don't really know any
chiefs. I'm a street guy.

He wasn't very
good. Do you golf?

I've gone a couple times with the
guys, but it's "goof" when we do it.

We're missing the curtain.

Let me give you a little advice:

- You don't want an Osborne woman.
- Sir?

Run quickly. They're pushy,
overbearing and controlling.

Your daughter's great, sir.

She's using you. You're the latest
incarnation of "piss Daddy off."

Sir?

You want to go to a
ball game sometime?

Lady wanted coffee.

Yeah. But at this hour the lady
usually has something else in mind.

Hold on.

I want to talk first.

Okay. What's the matter?

I saw you today...

with that smooth-looking
guy with the sprained ankle.

Who?

He asked you out
to the symphony.

Wait a minute. Is that what
this is all about? Are you jealous?

- I'm not jealous.
- Oh, come on, doc!

I get hit on all the time.

I'm not jealous. It happened
later with Boscorelli too.

You told Smooth Guy
you loved the symphony.

You told Bosco you loved opera.

So?

I didn't know that.

I know you like smooth jazz, and
rhythm and blues from the '70s...

- and Teddy Pendergrass and Luther...
- I do. I love all that stuff.

Yeah. But you also love
the symphony and opera.

Seems like you only told me about
the stuff you thought I could relate to.

I can take you to symphonies.

Fair enough.

Good.

Because I wanted to know...

You ever make love to opera?

OPERA FOR DUMMIES

Got one of those for me?

- Hey, Sully!
- Thanks. Hey!

- Sully, you made it!
- How about that?

John Sullivan...

- This is my wife Purla.
- It's a pleasure.

It's very good to meet you
too. Excuse me, I have to...

Hurry back, baby.

Jeez, Bernie!
You're living right.

Purla's from Luzon.
In the Philippines.

How'd you meet a girl
from the Philippines?

- I bought her.
- What?

I bought her. She's one of
those mail-order type deals.

I found her in a catalog.

I went out there and
met her and the family.

In America, I'm just a
middle-aged guy with an okay job...

and a decent retirement on the way.
Not exactly prime husband material.

To Purla, I'm Walt Disney and Donald
Trump. She gets to live in America.

I help her family.
Everybody's happy.

You love each other?

Yeah, sure. I like her.

Maybe I'll grow to love her. I
don't know what she feels about me.

- You never asked?
- Who are you, St. Valentine?

I'm sorry. Hey, if you're
happy, I'm happy. Right?

I could hook you up.
I still got the catalog.

No. But thanks. But no.

- That was interesting.
- The opera?

- That guy had some set of pipes.
- Scarpia.

- Yeah, Scarpia. The cop.
- The corrupt cop.

Of course.

That was written at
the turn of the century?

1900, something like that.

There was torture and
murder, suicide, a corrupt cop.

Like a day at work for me.

We really haven't changed
that much in 100 years.

- World still needs heroes.
- Or someone to clean the mess.

Guess I'll always have a job.

Your father says you're
only using me to piss him off.

My father knows me pretty well.

Is it true?

In the beginning. I told you that's
probably why I was attracted to you.

And now?

Now I think I might be
falling in love with you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Can we talk?
- It's the middle of the night.

Yeah, I know.

Please.

Okay.

Talk.

If you tell me not to,
I won't get married.

What?

Just say the word. I'll
call it off. I won't marry her.

Don't play games
like this with people.

I saw it when I told you.

I just want to know if
there's any chance...

we'll get back together.

If you had to ask me that, you
probably shouldn't get married.

I'm afraid.

So don't do it.

Nobody's holding
a gun to your head.

Look...

you're the only woman...

I've ever really loved.

I just can't wait
around forever.

I'm not good at alone.