Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 1, Episode 6 - Sunny, Like Sunshine - full transcript
Bobby visits his older brother in prison and tries to express his feelings to Kim. Davis and Sully's working relationship improves,but Doc and Carlos get into a fistfight. Yokas tells Bosco not to lie for her.
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- Should've waited for an ambulance.
- Wasn't time.
I could've only
treated the breathing...
- not the other possibility.
- Then you would have been wrong.
Damn! She could barely
keep her hands off of you.
- I'm not going to any shelter.
- It's got detox, clean beds.
- Where are we going?
- Babies killing babies. He doesn't care.
You don't need us, right?
You solve your own problems.
You have any trouble getting in?
The usual cavity search.
- Yeah, but you enjoy it.
- Gives you a sense of my love life.
You got my smokes?
So, one week, huh?
Six days, 10 hours, 11
minutes. But who's counting?
You talk to Mom?
Yeah.
Damn it, you're kidding me.
Where the hell does she think I'll live?
She's got every
right to be pissed.
- Tell her I stayed with the program?
- I told her and she's proud of you.
I'm gonna get a job, do the
right thing. But I can't do it alone.
That's what they teach in here.
Sure. Look, I'll
talk to her again.
I can't do this crap alone.
We're all in your
corner. Okay, Matty?
Me, Mom, Rene, Lisa, Jenny.
We're all pulling for you.
- So talk to her again?
- I said I would.
I gotta tell you, Bobby, this last year,
I didn't know if I was gonna make it.
But you did.
Yeah, I did.
Your address was in your
wallet. I need someplace to stay.
I was hoping I
could crash with you.
You steal from me. So now I'm
gonna let you stay in my apartment?
You got your wallet back, right?
So what?
I don't have
anyplace else to go.
What about your family?
You have parents
out there someplace?
Forget it.
Whoa, whoa. Wait.
Look, there are shelters.
If you need someplace to
crash, I'll help you find someplace.
Need a lift?
- Precinct's only three blocks.
- Come on. Climb in, I'll drive you.
No, thanks, I feel like walking.
I figure maybe we should talk.
Get our stories straight
in case anybody's asking.
I don't want you
lying for me, Bos.
Anybody asks,
you tell the truth.
Sully!
Maggie?
- How the hell are you?
- I'm good, how are you?
- You haven't changed a bit.
- Thanks for lying.
How long has it
been? Five years? Six?
Yeah, at least.
You keeping my baby out of trouble?
- Trying.
Full-time job. I should know.
I gotta get going.
We should...
grab a coffee, catch up.
- Let's do it.
Yeah.
Hey. I hope I put enough
starch in your shirt.
I did it light this
time. I'll call you.
Okay.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, baby.
Your mom still
doing your laundry?
When I use the machine,
I screw up the colors.
She still cutting the crusts
off your sandwiches too?
Better that way.
So Jerry's retiring?
Not retiring, taking disability.
What is he, like, 40?
- What kind of cash does he get?
- Staying on the FDNY payroll.
Ooh, that's a hell of a scam.
Scam? He got shot on the clock.
Now, the city's doing the right thing.
Forty years on the government tit?
Renting videos and watching hockey?
Sounds like a good deal to me.
Jerry's shuffling around
wearing a colostomy bag.
I'm sure he'd rather
be here working.
I don't think the
taxpayers would agree.
Where you going?
- I'll drive. You ride in back.
- Since when?
I've driven twice.
I'm in training. If I'm not
driving, I'm not getting trained.
It's a milk run.
No lights, no siren.
I'll bring it back with
a full tank of gas, Dad.
Accelerator's on the
right, brake's on the left?
Just take Third up to 96th.
Hey, look, I know how
to get to the hospital...
Oh!
What the hell was that?
Oh, my God!
She wanted to
stay at your place?
I'm supposed to just leave
her there with all my stuff?
Three dollars off?
How does that happen?
- Three?
- I'd better call the bank.
For three bucks? Maybe
you made a mistake.
No way. I checked it twice.
Hell, if my statement says I got money
at the end of the month, I say a novena.
- Did she look strung out to you?
- Who?
Sunny.
I tried to get her to go to a shelter,
call her family. She blew me off.
What the hell?
What?
Son of a bitch!
- We're out of gas.
- You didn't check it when we got in?
They were supposed to fill it.
The bastards left the rig empty!
Relax, you're gonna pop a
vessel. I'll call Maintenance.
Like hell you will! There's a
gas station on the next block.
Half a tank will get
us through the day.
- What?
- Yeah, leave it just as empty for them.
- Where are you going?
- To get gas!
We can't leave the rig.
What if we get a call?
How are we supposed
to get it to the station?
Stabilize his neck
so we can roll him.
Let's go.
- What the hell happened?
- He hit him with the mirror!
Breathing's okay. Carotid
pulse is strong and regular.
- A bus should be here any minute.
- You called another ambulance?
We've got that lady in the back.
How do we transport this guy?
Ninety palp. Sir, can
you squeeze my hand?
Can you open your eyes?
Sinus brady at 56.
Left pupil's fixed and dilated.
- What do we got?
- We hit a guy in a crosswalk.
I didn't see him. He must've
walked right out in the street.
- Damn! DOC: Let's
get a line started.
Walking on top of all these
dead people gives me the creeps.
Yeah, well, they're six feet
under. So I think we're safe.
You never saw Night
of the Living Dead?
What, are you still checking under
your bed before you go to sleep?
I was working over by
Six-H and I saw this van.
Black with some rust, no lettering,
parked over by the Erskines.
Hold on, sir. What
are we talking about?
A black van over
by the Erskines.
And I thought it was funny, as
they've been dead for 100 years.
So I thought it was strange
and I went over to check it out.
And I saw these two guys, and
they were carrying off this Virgin.
- A Virgin?
- Yeah. Italian.
From the 18th century.
Pure marble. They gotta
weigh over 200 pounds.
- They were stealing a Virgin Mary?
- Yeah. So I yell and they drop it.
And then they haul ass off in their
car. But that wasn't the worst part.
They stole a Tiffany stained glass
window and the Joshua cherub.
- Cherub?
- The Erskines' infant son Joshua died.
They commissioned Daniel Chester
French to sculpt a cherub in memorial.
A guy came from the
Historical Society last year.
- Said it was worth at least 500.
- Dollars?
Grand.
- Can you give me a description, sir?
- Short, chubby, about 20 inches tall.
- No. Not the cherub, sir. The thieves.
- Oh. White.
Twenty to 25, average height.
One of them had long blond hair,
the other one had balding brown hair.
One was wearing a Giants
jacket, the other a gray sweatshirt.
- The van, you say, it was black?
- Yeah, a Dodge, I think.
I got most of the license
number if that will help.
Nieto!
- Is this the head trauma?
- Hit in the head by a vehicular mirror.
GCS, six. Last BP, 110/60.
Sinus bradycardia at 56.
- Left pupil's fixed and dilated.
- Hang on. Hang on.
GCS is six, probable
epidural hematoma.
Fixed and dilated, huh?
Glass.
Great diagnosis,
Kildare. Come on, let's go.
Next building over.
Giants by nine? I'll put a
couple hundred on that.
Giants are gonna
shut the Colts down.
You want to bet your heart
instead of brains, fine by me.
It's money in my pocket.
We got heavy smoke on the roof.
Maybe some people still in there.
Doherty, take Sweet,
Wilson and Mitchell.
Come on, Sweet,
grab that line! Let's go!
Here we go, gentlemen.
Wilson, Mitchell, take that
door. Sweet, you're with me.
Wilson, you got anybody?
Negative. No visible fire over
here either. Smoke's banking down.
Chief, Doherty. Nobody's up
here. Smoke's getting worse.
Not much heat. Where do you want us?
- The roof's caving in.
- Get out of there now.
- Coming out.
Wilson? WILSON: We copy.
Sweet!
Sweet!
Sweet!
Sweet!
Hey! Where the hell did you go?
- I was right behind you!
Stay close!
55-Charlie's clear.
Copy that, 55-Charlie.
- So you ever take the test?
- What test?
- For sergeant.
- Bosses have to stay late.
My shift's over, I'm gone.
Oh, you never wanted
to be a detective?
You've been on the job six weeks and
already you're thinking of moving on?
Just weighing my options.
Sounds good: "Detective Davis."
You don't have any options yet.
The jury's out on whether
you'll make it six months.
55-Charlie, see a female
complainant about a suspicious male.
896-93 between One and Two.
55-Charlie. 896 93rd. Ten-four.
So you didn't answer me
about the sergeant test.
Your dad and I studied for it for a
while. We were working graveyard.
But you never took it?
Signed up. When that Saturday
came, we said, "Screw it."
Went to McSorley's and
watched the Rangers game.
That's not a very
inspiring story.
You want inspiration,
rent Old Yeller.
Sweet!
Sweet! Sweet!
Where do you need us?
Just stay close. Civilians
are out. Roof's caving in.
- Everyone accounted for?
- No, we got men in there.
We think they
might be in trouble.
Anybody from 55?
Get a 2 1/2-inch line
around back to Engine 12.
Who else is missing, Jeff?
Jimmy?
And that new kid.
Sweet!
Sweet!
Come on, Sweet. Come on!
Get a ladder over here!
I got a man hurt up here!
He hangs around the
library on 91st, where I go.
He is just always staring at me.
Like, today I was at the bus stop.
He came over and started talking to me.
I mean, he asked for my phone number.
You sure he wasn't just
trying to ask you out?
Look, I am not an idiot. He knew
my name, my class schedule.
When the bus came, I didn't get
on it, so, of course, he didn't either.
And then he starts following me over
here, starts asking me to marry him.
I got scared, so I called you.
Did he make any threatening statements?
Suggest he was going to hurt you?
No. But he knows
everything about me.
Where is he now?
Is he still around?
No. He saw you and took off up Third.
So can you arrest him or something?
I'm sorry, ma'am. It doesn't
sound like he broke any laws.
Wait.
He can just harass me like that, find
out everything about me and my family?
You say he was headed
uptown on Broadway?
- Yeah.
- You know his name?
No. But he's old. 40, maybe?
Receding hairline,
thin, blue suit.
Oh! He carries a composition book
with him that he's always writing in.
One of those black-and-white
ones with the fake marble fronts.
Where do you think you're going?
- Gonna see Sweet.
- Anybody check you out yet?
I'm fine.
What's with the wrist?
- I just banged it up a little bit.
- So you say. Sit.
- Come on, it's no big deal.
- Sit.
I gotta tell you, man,
that chick was kind of cute.
Ask her to marry you.
Wouldn't be her first time today.
Remember that German woman
you used to date when I was a kid?
- She was a stewardess or something?
- Enid.
- Ticket agent in Lufthansa.
- What happened to her?
She married a detective from
the 74. Lives out in Brooklyn.
Hey, that looks like our guy!
- She married a detective, huh?
- Don't start with that crap again.
She's got five kids. Enid's the
size of a double-wide mobile home.
Hey, all I'm saying is detectives get
stewardesses and you're dating who?
Excuse me, sir.
- Hey! Buddy! Hang on!
- Hey. Hey.
You harassing a girl down by the bus
stop at 92nd Street a couple minutes ago?
I wasn't harassing her.
She said you were persistent,
knew a lot details about her.
- What, it's illegal to talk to a girl?
- What's in the book?
- Stuff that I write down.
- What?
- Like private stuff, okay?
- What's your name, sir?
Brown. Leroy Brown.
May I see some I.D., Mr. Brown?
What for?
I haven't broken any laws.
Ever hear of the Bill of Rights?
Well, here's the thing, Mr. Brown.
That girl, she has rights too.
So why don't you take our
showing up as a definite "no"...
on her going out
with you and move on.
Yeah, well, maybe we
got our signals crossed.
She smiled at me, though.
But we're clear on you leaving
her alone from now on, correct?
Yeah.
- Stop moving. It may be broken.
- I'll just ice it.
You're going to Mercy, Tarzan.
What happened up there?
We were just looking for civilians and
caught a few pieces of ceiling debris.
You take too many chances.
- I didn't know you cared.
- I don't. Joey needs a father.
Ah! Damn!
Why do you do this to yourself?
I thought I was
hiding it pretty well.
You haven't told her?
Well, maybe she feels the same way.
- I kind of doubt that.
You never know. You
should make a move.
Make a move on who?
Just talking.
You should tell her.
Tell who?
How much you think they paid
for that cherub in the first place?
A hundred years ago? Who knows?
All that marble, that
stained glass. What a waste!
- Why is it a waste?
- They're dead. They can't enjoy it.
It's not for the dead. It's for the
living. It helps us to deal with our grief.
55-David. Meet EMS at
an aided down, 127108.
55-David, we got it.
I kick it, don't waste a dime
on those funeral-home vultures.
They lost a little boy, Bos. They tried
to see that he wouldn't be forgotten.
You ever heard
of Joshua Erskine?
Exactly.
Stupid bastard was
just gonna put ice on it.
Wrist would've swelled up the
size of a softball by breakfast.
I mean, what do you men think?
"The more it hurts and I pretend it
doesn't, the more masculine I am"?
- It was his wrist.
- Yeah?
And what if I hadn't forced
him to go to the hospital?
Loss of mobility, early-onset
arthritis, nerve damage.
What?
You're pretty worked up over a guy
you tell me you don't give a damn about.
Well, he's Joey's father. We've
been through a lot together.
- You still in love with him?
- In love? No.
It was hard enough leaving the
first time. I won't go through it again.
Excuse me.
Some guy found her like this
while walking by. I think it's the girl...
we responded to in the
park a few weeks ago.
Damn it!
- You guys knew her, right?
- Yeah. That's Sunny.
She's in arrest.
Needle was still hanging
out of her arm. I put it up here.
I'll do CPR, you start a line.
She has dependent lividity.
Should we even start?
Get the IV, Bobby.
Let's go!
Sing it!
Units in 55. Family
dispute, 1067-82.
555-Charlie. 10-67-82. Ten-four.
Get the lights.
Coroner's coming over.
She didn't have any I.D. on her.
She ever tell you her real name?
No.
Just Sunny.
Mention where she
was from? Anything?
You offered to help her.
She turned you
down several times.
That's more than
most would've done.
She was just a kid.
You did all you could.
No.
She's dead.
I could've done
more... a lot more.
I'm gonna beat your ass!
Hold it! DAVIS: Hey! Hey!
Hold it! Stop it! Hey!
Back up, both of you!
I am backing up!
She's chasing me!
Lady, you hit me, you'll
spend the night in jail.
She's crazy! Bitch is crazy!
I'm crazy? You the one
running around with some slut!
Okay, okay. Both
of you, stop it now.
- All right. Now, what's going on?
- She's trying to kill me!
Hold it! Hold it. One at a time.
Ma'am, give my
partner the stick, please.
Thank you. All right, you first.
I'm doing the laundry! I clean
his pants like I always do!
I find a bunch of rubbers
in all different colors!
The bastard don't
even try and hide them!
We're married! Rudy, you
gonna dog around on me?
That don't mean you
get to try and kill me!
- Hang on.
- She came after me with a damn skillet!
All right, sir, hang on.
You'll get your chance!
- Anything else you want to say?
- My tubes tied.
What the hell does he need
rubbers for?! You want to tell me that?
All right, sir. Your turn.
I got welts.
See? I want to press charges!
That crazy bitch is trying to kill me!
- You really want your wife in jail?
- Yes! She's dangerous!
She doesn't look
dangerous to me. Huh?
Hurt, angry.
Finding out her man's catting around
would make any woman a little crazy.
You want us to
arrest her, we will.
But it seems to me you got plenty
to apologize for already. Huh?
All right, is this over?
You still want to press charges?
All right, then. I don't want to have
to come out here again. We clear?
Now he's a social worker.
Solving problems, Bosco.
That's what we're doing
out here, solving problems.
Get back. Let us through.
- Will you help him, please?
- Let us through, ma'am.
- Ma'am, please. We've got it.
- Come on, back up, back up.
- Does he have a history of seizures?
- Yes, he has epilepsy.
He on any medication?
Dilantin and phenobarb. But
he's had the flu, been throwing up.
Hold this.
All right, let's get an IV started.
- Already on it.
He's gonna swallow his tongue!
- D-50 and Valium.
Ativan. DOC: Valium's better.
Ativan.
Kid's about 17 kilos.
Got it? CARLOS: Almost.
Damn!
- Let me in there.
- I'll get it.
- I've done more kids.
- I'll get it.
- Does he know what he's doing?
- Yes, ma'am, I do.
Almost there.
- I'm in.
- I didn't see a flash.
- There was no flash!
- Give me the Ativan!
Move! Move!
- You're through the vessel wall.
- I'm not!
Like hell you're not! Hold
him down. Hold his arm.
Oh, my God!
Okay, I got a flash.
They'll keep her
body for a while.
Take photos, fingerprints, dental
imprints, send it around the country...
Hey, Bobby.
To all the agencies that
deal with missing kids.
- Well, somebody'll come looking for her.
- Yeah.
If nobody does, they'll cremate
her, bury her in a city plot.
We could talk to her pimp.
What pimp?
Ah, I met him when I
went to get your wallet.
- I thought she brought it back.
- I sort of helped her out with that.
He was working the
park. It's worth a try.
Brown hair, 5'6," slender.
She's never this
late getting home.
- You say your daughter's 19, ma'am?
- A couple weeks ago.
She always comes right home after class
because she picks up Aidan on the way.
When the daycare called, said
she hadn't shown up, I got worried.
You check in with friends,
sure she didn't get held up?
Something's wrong.
She's very responsible.
She's always home by 5.
She's only two
hours late, ma'am.
I'm sure she's gonna come in any minute,
talking about how something came up.
I'm gonna give you my card.
If she doesn't, if you think of
anything else, give us a call.
Oh. There's this man who's
been bothering her at the library...
asking her out.
She said he seemed harmless. I
don't think she wanted me to worry.
Told me he has this notebook,
is always writing things down.
You wanna criticize me in private, fine!
But don't do it in front of the patients!
I'll criticize you
whenever I feel like it.
Especially when you don't know
what you're doing and won't admit it.
I don't know what I'm doing?
Valium instead of Ativan?
When's the last time you checked
out what's new in medicine, the '80s?
You know, you were
pure bush league out there.
He was seizing. And you're
arguing over everything I did.
- You made me look incompetent.
- You didn't need me for that.
You were completely
incompetent all on your own!
What?
You kidding me?
- Come on, grandpa!
- You're one dead Mexican.
Let's go!
Let's go.
Come on!
Hey!
Hey! Knock it off! Knock it off!
- Come on.
- Knock it off!
- Get off! Get off!
- Hey! Enough! That's enough!
Jeez!
- You want any kids, Bos?
- Why, you giving some away?
No, it's just that you
never talk about it.
I don't know. Maybe.
Find the right girl, pass
along those Boscorelli genes.
When you have kids you
think about things differently.
Like what kind of
world you'll leave them.
You're out here. You
know that answer to that.
Little kids killing little
kids. Guns everywhere.
Politicians talk about change,
and they don't do a thing about it.
- Are you trying to depress me?
- Hey, hold up.
What?
Remember the partial
on that black van?
N552.
Good enough for me.
- Stuff's still in there.
- Must've had a flat and no spare.
- You think they made us?
- If they did, they're long gone.
We should've
gotten his I.D. earlier.
Dollars to doughnuts,
she ran into a friend...
and she's hitting the buffalo
wings at some happy hour now.
- Is this where you check out books?
- Can I help you find something?
We're looking for a Leroy Brown.
We understand he hangs out here a lot.
Figured he might also check out
books. We need to get his address.
- Brown?
- Leroy, yeah.
Library records are confidential.
You have a warrant or something?
Can you give us a break,
please? It's been a long day.
Unfortunately, we don't have a
Leroy Brown in our computer, officer.
Okay. Thanks, anyway.
He's in his 40s,
receding hairline.
He's got a black-and-white composition
book he that writes in. Bothers women.
Chester Dennis.
Sits in periodicals all day.
Never reads anything, just harasses
young women when they come in.
You find him?
Checks out medical books mostly:
Female anatomy, gynecology.
Every time he brings a book back...
we debate whether or
not we should burn it.
- I'm not Mexican.
- What?
You called me a little Mexican.
My mother was Filipino.
Really? Well, what about your
father? Isn't "Nieto" Hispanic?
God! The Philippines was a Spanish
colony for a couple hundred years.
My father could've been Mexican.
Who knows? My mother sure didn't.
- You never asked her?
- She split when I was 3.
- Sorry.
- What for? You didn't dump me.
Fifteen-year ward of the
state. I don't recommend it.
But, hey, you play the
hand you're dealt, right?
You really clocked me.
Where'd you learn to hit like that?
- Brothers.
- Brothers like "brothers"?
- Or brothers like older and younger?
- Three older, one younger.
Pull back that gauze.
Ow.
You need a couple of stitches.
- They x-ray that hand yet?
- I'm still waiting.
And get your ass
in back, room four.
- She likes me.
- You think so, huh?
Nieto, let's go.
She's covering. Probably
afraid of being hurt.
Hey. 'Bama. You got a minute?
- Man! Not this again!
- Sit tight. Nothing's going down.
- Look, I haven't seen her all day.
- Yeah, I know. Come here.
- I haven't seen her!
- She ever tell you her real name?
She's dead.
OD'd over on 82nd.
Needle was still
sticking out of her arm.
We thought her parents might want
to know, want to come take her home.
Her name was Julie Burke.
She was from Pittsburgh.
Police! Open up!
Hey, Leroy, how you been?
- What do you want?
- We got a little problem, Leroy.
- Mind if we come in for a minute?
- Yeah, I mind.
How about you turn the
music down so we can talk?
- You're here about my music?
- You gonna turn it down?
- I said you couldn't come in.
- Oh, I thought you said come on in.
- Officer, isn't that what you heard?
- Yeah, clear as a bell.
You misunderstood. Get out.
You seem kind of
nervous, Chester.
Chester Dennis. That's
your real name, isn't it?
Officer Davis and I were
kind of wondering about that.
You know a girl
named Shelley Russell?
She one of these women that smiled
at you, "got your signals crossed"?
You see her today? She didn't come
home on time. Her mother's worried.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Get off me!
Get off me!
- Get off me, you bastards!
- Where is she?
I don't know!
Hey, hey, hey! What
is that? What is that?
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
It's all right. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I wanna go home!
Easy. Easy. Easy.
Get something to cover her up.
It's okay.
Think anybody is gonna do
anything for that little boy, Bos?
Getting shot like that
just playing in the park.
Think anybody's gonna do something
to make sure he's remembered?
His family seemed decent. I'm
sure they're gonna do something.
A memorial.
I don't mean like that cherub.
But, you know, something so that,
you know, he'll always be remembered.
Earlier...
and my wanting us to get our
stories straight about what happened?
I didn't say it right.
I'm your partner. I
was there for you.
I'll always be there for you.
That's all I was trying to say.
- What's the matter, kids? Scare you?
- Real funny, Stearn.
- Any action?
- Not a thing.
Well, we got it from here.
You guys can take off.
Great. Thanks.
I gave them the information.
They said they'll sort it out tomorrow.
I was thinking maybe I should
just call the parents myself.
The detectives know
what they're doing.
Yeah, but we were there. They're
gonna want to know what really happened.
Believe me, Kim, they don't want
to know what really happened.
I've been meaning to talk
to you about something.
I was talking to Doc about it earlier,
but I just keep forgetting to bring it up.
It's...
It's complicated.
You okay?
Yeah.
It's nothing like that.
Bobby.
Uh-oh. Damn.
- No, it's okay.
- I'm sorry.
- I gotta say that felt pretty good.
- It doesn't get any better.
When I decided to be a cop,
that's exactly what I imagined.
Store them up like nuts, my man.
Those moments are few and far between.
You were great,
pressing that guy.
You were right about
getting that guy's ID.
Yeah, well...
Units in 55. Shots
fired, 1067-82.
1067-82. Didn't we
have that before?
Yeah, that domestic.
The woman with the stick.
Damn!
- We gonna talk about what happened?
- Hope not.
- You don't think we should?
- Look, I'm sorry. Can we leave it at that?
- You want to know what I think?
- We work together, we're best friends.
Why screw up this great thing
we got? It doesn't make any sense.
You done?
Yeah.
I'm incredibly attracted to you.
I'm not really a good
person. You deserve better.
You're saying we shouldn't be
together because you don't deserve me?
You don't want to be with me,
Bobby. I'd just end up hurting you.
And then hating myself for it.
Then I'd resent you for making
me feel even worse about myself.
That's the most
convoluted thing I...
Wait.
I thought I put enough in there to
get us through to the end of the shift.
Neighbor says she unloaded the
entire clip into him, point-blank range.
Kept firing even
after he was down.
Congratulations, Sully.
Problem solved.
Whoa! That's good!
I guess we should fill it up this
time. I'll pay, you pump. Want a soda?
I'm still kind of...
- Should've waited for an ambulance.
- Wasn't time.
I could've only
treated the breathing...
- not the other possibility.
- Then you would have been wrong.
Damn! She could barely
keep her hands off of you.
- I'm not going to any shelter.
- It's got detox, clean beds.
- Where are we going?
- Babies killing babies. He doesn't care.
You don't need us, right?
You solve your own problems.
You have any trouble getting in?
The usual cavity search.
- Yeah, but you enjoy it.
- Gives you a sense of my love life.
You got my smokes?
So, one week, huh?
Six days, 10 hours, 11
minutes. But who's counting?
You talk to Mom?
Yeah.
Damn it, you're kidding me.
Where the hell does she think I'll live?
She's got every
right to be pissed.
- Tell her I stayed with the program?
- I told her and she's proud of you.
I'm gonna get a job, do the
right thing. But I can't do it alone.
That's what they teach in here.
Sure. Look, I'll
talk to her again.
I can't do this crap alone.
We're all in your
corner. Okay, Matty?
Me, Mom, Rene, Lisa, Jenny.
We're all pulling for you.
- So talk to her again?
- I said I would.
I gotta tell you, Bobby, this last year,
I didn't know if I was gonna make it.
But you did.
Yeah, I did.
Your address was in your
wallet. I need someplace to stay.
I was hoping I
could crash with you.
You steal from me. So now I'm
gonna let you stay in my apartment?
You got your wallet back, right?
So what?
I don't have
anyplace else to go.
What about your family?
You have parents
out there someplace?
Forget it.
Whoa, whoa. Wait.
Look, there are shelters.
If you need someplace to
crash, I'll help you find someplace.
Need a lift?
- Precinct's only three blocks.
- Come on. Climb in, I'll drive you.
No, thanks, I feel like walking.
I figure maybe we should talk.
Get our stories straight
in case anybody's asking.
I don't want you
lying for me, Bos.
Anybody asks,
you tell the truth.
Sully!
Maggie?
- How the hell are you?
- I'm good, how are you?
- You haven't changed a bit.
- Thanks for lying.
How long has it
been? Five years? Six?
Yeah, at least.
You keeping my baby out of trouble?
- Trying.
Full-time job. I should know.
I gotta get going.
We should...
grab a coffee, catch up.
- Let's do it.
Yeah.
Hey. I hope I put enough
starch in your shirt.
I did it light this
time. I'll call you.
Okay.
- Bye, Mom.
- Bye, baby.
Your mom still
doing your laundry?
When I use the machine,
I screw up the colors.
She still cutting the crusts
off your sandwiches too?
Better that way.
So Jerry's retiring?
Not retiring, taking disability.
What is he, like, 40?
- What kind of cash does he get?
- Staying on the FDNY payroll.
Ooh, that's a hell of a scam.
Scam? He got shot on the clock.
Now, the city's doing the right thing.
Forty years on the government tit?
Renting videos and watching hockey?
Sounds like a good deal to me.
Jerry's shuffling around
wearing a colostomy bag.
I'm sure he'd rather
be here working.
I don't think the
taxpayers would agree.
Where you going?
- I'll drive. You ride in back.
- Since when?
I've driven twice.
I'm in training. If I'm not
driving, I'm not getting trained.
It's a milk run.
No lights, no siren.
I'll bring it back with
a full tank of gas, Dad.
Accelerator's on the
right, brake's on the left?
Just take Third up to 96th.
Hey, look, I know how
to get to the hospital...
Oh!
What the hell was that?
Oh, my God!
She wanted to
stay at your place?
I'm supposed to just leave
her there with all my stuff?
Three dollars off?
How does that happen?
- Three?
- I'd better call the bank.
For three bucks? Maybe
you made a mistake.
No way. I checked it twice.
Hell, if my statement says I got money
at the end of the month, I say a novena.
- Did she look strung out to you?
- Who?
Sunny.
I tried to get her to go to a shelter,
call her family. She blew me off.
What the hell?
What?
Son of a bitch!
- We're out of gas.
- You didn't check it when we got in?
They were supposed to fill it.
The bastards left the rig empty!
Relax, you're gonna pop a
vessel. I'll call Maintenance.
Like hell you will! There's a
gas station on the next block.
Half a tank will get
us through the day.
- What?
- Yeah, leave it just as empty for them.
- Where are you going?
- To get gas!
We can't leave the rig.
What if we get a call?
How are we supposed
to get it to the station?
Stabilize his neck
so we can roll him.
Let's go.
- What the hell happened?
- He hit him with the mirror!
Breathing's okay. Carotid
pulse is strong and regular.
- A bus should be here any minute.
- You called another ambulance?
We've got that lady in the back.
How do we transport this guy?
Ninety palp. Sir, can
you squeeze my hand?
Can you open your eyes?
Sinus brady at 56.
Left pupil's fixed and dilated.
- What do we got?
- We hit a guy in a crosswalk.
I didn't see him. He must've
walked right out in the street.
- Damn! DOC: Let's
get a line started.
Walking on top of all these
dead people gives me the creeps.
Yeah, well, they're six feet
under. So I think we're safe.
You never saw Night
of the Living Dead?
What, are you still checking under
your bed before you go to sleep?
I was working over by
Six-H and I saw this van.
Black with some rust, no lettering,
parked over by the Erskines.
Hold on, sir. What
are we talking about?
A black van over
by the Erskines.
And I thought it was funny, as
they've been dead for 100 years.
So I thought it was strange
and I went over to check it out.
And I saw these two guys, and
they were carrying off this Virgin.
- A Virgin?
- Yeah. Italian.
From the 18th century.
Pure marble. They gotta
weigh over 200 pounds.
- They were stealing a Virgin Mary?
- Yeah. So I yell and they drop it.
And then they haul ass off in their
car. But that wasn't the worst part.
They stole a Tiffany stained glass
window and the Joshua cherub.
- Cherub?
- The Erskines' infant son Joshua died.
They commissioned Daniel Chester
French to sculpt a cherub in memorial.
A guy came from the
Historical Society last year.
- Said it was worth at least 500.
- Dollars?
Grand.
- Can you give me a description, sir?
- Short, chubby, about 20 inches tall.
- No. Not the cherub, sir. The thieves.
- Oh. White.
Twenty to 25, average height.
One of them had long blond hair,
the other one had balding brown hair.
One was wearing a Giants
jacket, the other a gray sweatshirt.
- The van, you say, it was black?
- Yeah, a Dodge, I think.
I got most of the license
number if that will help.
Nieto!
- Is this the head trauma?
- Hit in the head by a vehicular mirror.
GCS, six. Last BP, 110/60.
Sinus bradycardia at 56.
- Left pupil's fixed and dilated.
- Hang on. Hang on.
GCS is six, probable
epidural hematoma.
Fixed and dilated, huh?
Glass.
Great diagnosis,
Kildare. Come on, let's go.
Next building over.
Giants by nine? I'll put a
couple hundred on that.
Giants are gonna
shut the Colts down.
You want to bet your heart
instead of brains, fine by me.
It's money in my pocket.
We got heavy smoke on the roof.
Maybe some people still in there.
Doherty, take Sweet,
Wilson and Mitchell.
Come on, Sweet,
grab that line! Let's go!
Here we go, gentlemen.
Wilson, Mitchell, take that
door. Sweet, you're with me.
Wilson, you got anybody?
Negative. No visible fire over
here either. Smoke's banking down.
Chief, Doherty. Nobody's up
here. Smoke's getting worse.
Not much heat. Where do you want us?
- The roof's caving in.
- Get out of there now.
- Coming out.
Wilson? WILSON: We copy.
Sweet!
Sweet!
Sweet!
Sweet!
Hey! Where the hell did you go?
- I was right behind you!
Stay close!
55-Charlie's clear.
Copy that, 55-Charlie.
- So you ever take the test?
- What test?
- For sergeant.
- Bosses have to stay late.
My shift's over, I'm gone.
Oh, you never wanted
to be a detective?
You've been on the job six weeks and
already you're thinking of moving on?
Just weighing my options.
Sounds good: "Detective Davis."
You don't have any options yet.
The jury's out on whether
you'll make it six months.
55-Charlie, see a female
complainant about a suspicious male.
896-93 between One and Two.
55-Charlie. 896 93rd. Ten-four.
So you didn't answer me
about the sergeant test.
Your dad and I studied for it for a
while. We were working graveyard.
But you never took it?
Signed up. When that Saturday
came, we said, "Screw it."
Went to McSorley's and
watched the Rangers game.
That's not a very
inspiring story.
You want inspiration,
rent Old Yeller.
Sweet!
Sweet! Sweet!
Where do you need us?
Just stay close. Civilians
are out. Roof's caving in.
- Everyone accounted for?
- No, we got men in there.
We think they
might be in trouble.
Anybody from 55?
Get a 2 1/2-inch line
around back to Engine 12.
Who else is missing, Jeff?
Jimmy?
And that new kid.
Sweet!
Sweet!
Come on, Sweet. Come on!
Get a ladder over here!
I got a man hurt up here!
He hangs around the
library on 91st, where I go.
He is just always staring at me.
Like, today I was at the bus stop.
He came over and started talking to me.
I mean, he asked for my phone number.
You sure he wasn't just
trying to ask you out?
Look, I am not an idiot. He knew
my name, my class schedule.
When the bus came, I didn't get
on it, so, of course, he didn't either.
And then he starts following me over
here, starts asking me to marry him.
I got scared, so I called you.
Did he make any threatening statements?
Suggest he was going to hurt you?
No. But he knows
everything about me.
Where is he now?
Is he still around?
No. He saw you and took off up Third.
So can you arrest him or something?
I'm sorry, ma'am. It doesn't
sound like he broke any laws.
Wait.
He can just harass me like that, find
out everything about me and my family?
You say he was headed
uptown on Broadway?
- Yeah.
- You know his name?
No. But he's old. 40, maybe?
Receding hairline,
thin, blue suit.
Oh! He carries a composition book
with him that he's always writing in.
One of those black-and-white
ones with the fake marble fronts.
Where do you think you're going?
- Gonna see Sweet.
- Anybody check you out yet?
I'm fine.
What's with the wrist?
- I just banged it up a little bit.
- So you say. Sit.
- Come on, it's no big deal.
- Sit.
I gotta tell you, man,
that chick was kind of cute.
Ask her to marry you.
Wouldn't be her first time today.
Remember that German woman
you used to date when I was a kid?
- She was a stewardess or something?
- Enid.
- Ticket agent in Lufthansa.
- What happened to her?
She married a detective from
the 74. Lives out in Brooklyn.
Hey, that looks like our guy!
- She married a detective, huh?
- Don't start with that crap again.
She's got five kids. Enid's the
size of a double-wide mobile home.
Hey, all I'm saying is detectives get
stewardesses and you're dating who?
Excuse me, sir.
- Hey! Buddy! Hang on!
- Hey. Hey.
You harassing a girl down by the bus
stop at 92nd Street a couple minutes ago?
I wasn't harassing her.
She said you were persistent,
knew a lot details about her.
- What, it's illegal to talk to a girl?
- What's in the book?
- Stuff that I write down.
- What?
- Like private stuff, okay?
- What's your name, sir?
Brown. Leroy Brown.
May I see some I.D., Mr. Brown?
What for?
I haven't broken any laws.
Ever hear of the Bill of Rights?
Well, here's the thing, Mr. Brown.
That girl, she has rights too.
So why don't you take our
showing up as a definite "no"...
on her going out
with you and move on.
Yeah, well, maybe we
got our signals crossed.
She smiled at me, though.
But we're clear on you leaving
her alone from now on, correct?
Yeah.
- Stop moving. It may be broken.
- I'll just ice it.
You're going to Mercy, Tarzan.
What happened up there?
We were just looking for civilians and
caught a few pieces of ceiling debris.
You take too many chances.
- I didn't know you cared.
- I don't. Joey needs a father.
Ah! Damn!
Why do you do this to yourself?
I thought I was
hiding it pretty well.
You haven't told her?
Well, maybe she feels the same way.
- I kind of doubt that.
You never know. You
should make a move.
Make a move on who?
Just talking.
You should tell her.
Tell who?
How much you think they paid
for that cherub in the first place?
A hundred years ago? Who knows?
All that marble, that
stained glass. What a waste!
- Why is it a waste?
- They're dead. They can't enjoy it.
It's not for the dead. It's for the
living. It helps us to deal with our grief.
55-David. Meet EMS at
an aided down, 127108.
55-David, we got it.
I kick it, don't waste a dime
on those funeral-home vultures.
They lost a little boy, Bos. They tried
to see that he wouldn't be forgotten.
You ever heard
of Joshua Erskine?
Exactly.
Stupid bastard was
just gonna put ice on it.
Wrist would've swelled up the
size of a softball by breakfast.
I mean, what do you men think?
"The more it hurts and I pretend it
doesn't, the more masculine I am"?
- It was his wrist.
- Yeah?
And what if I hadn't forced
him to go to the hospital?
Loss of mobility, early-onset
arthritis, nerve damage.
What?
You're pretty worked up over a guy
you tell me you don't give a damn about.
Well, he's Joey's father. We've
been through a lot together.
- You still in love with him?
- In love? No.
It was hard enough leaving the
first time. I won't go through it again.
Excuse me.
Some guy found her like this
while walking by. I think it's the girl...
we responded to in the
park a few weeks ago.
Damn it!
- You guys knew her, right?
- Yeah. That's Sunny.
She's in arrest.
Needle was still hanging
out of her arm. I put it up here.
I'll do CPR, you start a line.
She has dependent lividity.
Should we even start?
Get the IV, Bobby.
Let's go!
Sing it!
Units in 55. Family
dispute, 1067-82.
555-Charlie. 10-67-82. Ten-four.
Get the lights.
Coroner's coming over.
She didn't have any I.D. on her.
She ever tell you her real name?
No.
Just Sunny.
Mention where she
was from? Anything?
You offered to help her.
She turned you
down several times.
That's more than
most would've done.
She was just a kid.
You did all you could.
No.
She's dead.
I could've done
more... a lot more.
I'm gonna beat your ass!
Hold it! DAVIS: Hey! Hey!
Hold it! Stop it! Hey!
Back up, both of you!
I am backing up!
She's chasing me!
Lady, you hit me, you'll
spend the night in jail.
She's crazy! Bitch is crazy!
I'm crazy? You the one
running around with some slut!
Okay, okay. Both
of you, stop it now.
- All right. Now, what's going on?
- She's trying to kill me!
Hold it! Hold it. One at a time.
Ma'am, give my
partner the stick, please.
Thank you. All right, you first.
I'm doing the laundry! I clean
his pants like I always do!
I find a bunch of rubbers
in all different colors!
The bastard don't
even try and hide them!
We're married! Rudy, you
gonna dog around on me?
That don't mean you
get to try and kill me!
- Hang on.
- She came after me with a damn skillet!
All right, sir, hang on.
You'll get your chance!
- Anything else you want to say?
- My tubes tied.
What the hell does he need
rubbers for?! You want to tell me that?
All right, sir. Your turn.
I got welts.
See? I want to press charges!
That crazy bitch is trying to kill me!
- You really want your wife in jail?
- Yes! She's dangerous!
She doesn't look
dangerous to me. Huh?
Hurt, angry.
Finding out her man's catting around
would make any woman a little crazy.
You want us to
arrest her, we will.
But it seems to me you got plenty
to apologize for already. Huh?
All right, is this over?
You still want to press charges?
All right, then. I don't want to have
to come out here again. We clear?
Now he's a social worker.
Solving problems, Bosco.
That's what we're doing
out here, solving problems.
Get back. Let us through.
- Will you help him, please?
- Let us through, ma'am.
- Ma'am, please. We've got it.
- Come on, back up, back up.
- Does he have a history of seizures?
- Yes, he has epilepsy.
He on any medication?
Dilantin and phenobarb. But
he's had the flu, been throwing up.
Hold this.
All right, let's get an IV started.
- Already on it.
He's gonna swallow his tongue!
- D-50 and Valium.
Ativan. DOC: Valium's better.
Ativan.
Kid's about 17 kilos.
Got it? CARLOS: Almost.
Damn!
- Let me in there.
- I'll get it.
- I've done more kids.
- I'll get it.
- Does he know what he's doing?
- Yes, ma'am, I do.
Almost there.
- I'm in.
- I didn't see a flash.
- There was no flash!
- Give me the Ativan!
Move! Move!
- You're through the vessel wall.
- I'm not!
Like hell you're not! Hold
him down. Hold his arm.
Oh, my God!
Okay, I got a flash.
They'll keep her
body for a while.
Take photos, fingerprints, dental
imprints, send it around the country...
Hey, Bobby.
To all the agencies that
deal with missing kids.
- Well, somebody'll come looking for her.
- Yeah.
If nobody does, they'll cremate
her, bury her in a city plot.
We could talk to her pimp.
What pimp?
Ah, I met him when I
went to get your wallet.
- I thought she brought it back.
- I sort of helped her out with that.
He was working the
park. It's worth a try.
Brown hair, 5'6," slender.
She's never this
late getting home.
- You say your daughter's 19, ma'am?
- A couple weeks ago.
She always comes right home after class
because she picks up Aidan on the way.
When the daycare called, said
she hadn't shown up, I got worried.
You check in with friends,
sure she didn't get held up?
Something's wrong.
She's very responsible.
She's always home by 5.
She's only two
hours late, ma'am.
I'm sure she's gonna come in any minute,
talking about how something came up.
I'm gonna give you my card.
If she doesn't, if you think of
anything else, give us a call.
Oh. There's this man who's
been bothering her at the library...
asking her out.
She said he seemed harmless. I
don't think she wanted me to worry.
Told me he has this notebook,
is always writing things down.
You wanna criticize me in private, fine!
But don't do it in front of the patients!
I'll criticize you
whenever I feel like it.
Especially when you don't know
what you're doing and won't admit it.
I don't know what I'm doing?
Valium instead of Ativan?
When's the last time you checked
out what's new in medicine, the '80s?
You know, you were
pure bush league out there.
He was seizing. And you're
arguing over everything I did.
- You made me look incompetent.
- You didn't need me for that.
You were completely
incompetent all on your own!
What?
You kidding me?
- Come on, grandpa!
- You're one dead Mexican.
Let's go!
Let's go.
Come on!
Hey!
Hey! Knock it off! Knock it off!
- Come on.
- Knock it off!
- Get off! Get off!
- Hey! Enough! That's enough!
Jeez!
- You want any kids, Bos?
- Why, you giving some away?
No, it's just that you
never talk about it.
I don't know. Maybe.
Find the right girl, pass
along those Boscorelli genes.
When you have kids you
think about things differently.
Like what kind of
world you'll leave them.
You're out here. You
know that answer to that.
Little kids killing little
kids. Guns everywhere.
Politicians talk about change,
and they don't do a thing about it.
- Are you trying to depress me?
- Hey, hold up.
What?
Remember the partial
on that black van?
N552.
Good enough for me.
- Stuff's still in there.
- Must've had a flat and no spare.
- You think they made us?
- If they did, they're long gone.
We should've
gotten his I.D. earlier.
Dollars to doughnuts,
she ran into a friend...
and she's hitting the buffalo
wings at some happy hour now.
- Is this where you check out books?
- Can I help you find something?
We're looking for a Leroy Brown.
We understand he hangs out here a lot.
Figured he might also check out
books. We need to get his address.
- Brown?
- Leroy, yeah.
Library records are confidential.
You have a warrant or something?
Can you give us a break,
please? It's been a long day.
Unfortunately, we don't have a
Leroy Brown in our computer, officer.
Okay. Thanks, anyway.
He's in his 40s,
receding hairline.
He's got a black-and-white composition
book he that writes in. Bothers women.
Chester Dennis.
Sits in periodicals all day.
Never reads anything, just harasses
young women when they come in.
You find him?
Checks out medical books mostly:
Female anatomy, gynecology.
Every time he brings a book back...
we debate whether or
not we should burn it.
- I'm not Mexican.
- What?
You called me a little Mexican.
My mother was Filipino.
Really? Well, what about your
father? Isn't "Nieto" Hispanic?
God! The Philippines was a Spanish
colony for a couple hundred years.
My father could've been Mexican.
Who knows? My mother sure didn't.
- You never asked her?
- She split when I was 3.
- Sorry.
- What for? You didn't dump me.
Fifteen-year ward of the
state. I don't recommend it.
But, hey, you play the
hand you're dealt, right?
You really clocked me.
Where'd you learn to hit like that?
- Brothers.
- Brothers like "brothers"?
- Or brothers like older and younger?
- Three older, one younger.
Pull back that gauze.
Ow.
You need a couple of stitches.
- They x-ray that hand yet?
- I'm still waiting.
And get your ass
in back, room four.
- She likes me.
- You think so, huh?
Nieto, let's go.
She's covering. Probably
afraid of being hurt.
Hey. 'Bama. You got a minute?
- Man! Not this again!
- Sit tight. Nothing's going down.
- Look, I haven't seen her all day.
- Yeah, I know. Come here.
- I haven't seen her!
- She ever tell you her real name?
She's dead.
OD'd over on 82nd.
Needle was still
sticking out of her arm.
We thought her parents might want
to know, want to come take her home.
Her name was Julie Burke.
She was from Pittsburgh.
Police! Open up!
Hey, Leroy, how you been?
- What do you want?
- We got a little problem, Leroy.
- Mind if we come in for a minute?
- Yeah, I mind.
How about you turn the
music down so we can talk?
- You're here about my music?
- You gonna turn it down?
- I said you couldn't come in.
- Oh, I thought you said come on in.
- Officer, isn't that what you heard?
- Yeah, clear as a bell.
You misunderstood. Get out.
You seem kind of
nervous, Chester.
Chester Dennis. That's
your real name, isn't it?
Officer Davis and I were
kind of wondering about that.
You know a girl
named Shelley Russell?
She one of these women that smiled
at you, "got your signals crossed"?
You see her today? She didn't come
home on time. Her mother's worried.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Get off me!
Get off me!
- Get off me, you bastards!
- Where is she?
I don't know!
Hey, hey, hey! What
is that? What is that?
Jesus, Mary and Joseph!
It's all right. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I wanna go home!
Easy. Easy. Easy.
Get something to cover her up.
It's okay.
Think anybody is gonna do
anything for that little boy, Bos?
Getting shot like that
just playing in the park.
Think anybody's gonna do something
to make sure he's remembered?
His family seemed decent. I'm
sure they're gonna do something.
A memorial.
I don't mean like that cherub.
But, you know, something so that,
you know, he'll always be remembered.
Earlier...
and my wanting us to get our
stories straight about what happened?
I didn't say it right.
I'm your partner. I
was there for you.
I'll always be there for you.
That's all I was trying to say.
- What's the matter, kids? Scare you?
- Real funny, Stearn.
- Any action?
- Not a thing.
Well, we got it from here.
You guys can take off.
Great. Thanks.
I gave them the information.
They said they'll sort it out tomorrow.
I was thinking maybe I should
just call the parents myself.
The detectives know
what they're doing.
Yeah, but we were there. They're
gonna want to know what really happened.
Believe me, Kim, they don't want
to know what really happened.
I've been meaning to talk
to you about something.
I was talking to Doc about it earlier,
but I just keep forgetting to bring it up.
It's...
It's complicated.
You okay?
Yeah.
It's nothing like that.
Bobby.
Uh-oh. Damn.
- No, it's okay.
- I'm sorry.
- I gotta say that felt pretty good.
- It doesn't get any better.
When I decided to be a cop,
that's exactly what I imagined.
Store them up like nuts, my man.
Those moments are few and far between.
You were great,
pressing that guy.
You were right about
getting that guy's ID.
Yeah, well...
Units in 55. Shots
fired, 1067-82.
1067-82. Didn't we
have that before?
Yeah, that domestic.
The woman with the stick.
Damn!
- We gonna talk about what happened?
- Hope not.
- You don't think we should?
- Look, I'm sorry. Can we leave it at that?
- You want to know what I think?
- We work together, we're best friends.
Why screw up this great thing
we got? It doesn't make any sense.
You done?
Yeah.
I'm incredibly attracted to you.
I'm not really a good
person. You deserve better.
You're saying we shouldn't be
together because you don't deserve me?
You don't want to be with me,
Bobby. I'd just end up hurting you.
And then hating myself for it.
Then I'd resent you for making
me feel even worse about myself.
That's the most
convoluted thing I...
Wait.
I thought I put enough in there to
get us through to the end of the shift.
Neighbor says she unloaded the
entire clip into him, point-blank range.
Kept firing even
after he was down.
Congratulations, Sully.
Problem solved.
Whoa! That's good!
I guess we should fill it up this
time. I'll pay, you pump. Want a soda?
I'm still kind of...