Hey, hey! Look alive. Hey.
All right, everybody. We got this, Mark?
All right.
Watch this guy. He swings a heavy bat.
Oh...
Hustle, Mark.
Get the ball.
Dad!
Oh...
Looks like you had a rough night.
Wow. You really know how to make a girl feel good. Thanks, Al.
Hey, Carrie. How you doin'? Hey, Denny.
Hey, you okay?
You look a little... I don't know. You look a little tired.
Okay, what is it with you two?
I went out last night, okay?
I went to bed a little late. I never go out.
It was one night on the town. No big deal.
All right. So, you know, who's the lucky guy?
No guy, Denny.
Just me, Delina and Wang Chung.
Oh, wow. Okay, who is Wang Chung?
Don't get yourself worked up.
Wang Chung is a band from the '80s.
Karaoke? Exactly.
Oh, well, in that case,
I would love to Wang Chung you and Delina.
You know Denny, I don't doubt that for a second.
What do we got, Al?
Davis Bennett, second-year student at Manhattan Conservatory.
Right in here.
DENNY: Very prestigious music school.
AL: Took one to the chest. No shell casings.
Talked to the CSI guys.
So far we assume he was shot somewhere else.
Dumped here.
What about security cameras?
Nope. None in this area.
He's just a baby.
JAY: Take a look, Al.
Hey, boys, where's Carrie? With Delina.
Getting Davis' autopsy results.
Really?
You know, I should probably go help them.
Or you could stay here and get caught up to speed.
Jay. All right.
Meet Davis Bennett, 20 years old, from Allentown, Pennsylvania.
First year trumpet in Manhattan Conservatory studio band.
Kid was good. JAY: And I've been combing through
his credit cards, phone records and emails.
There's nothing suspicious there.
Where was Davis last seen alive?
Leaving studio band practice at 10:30 p.m.
Carrie and I will head over to the school.
Who runs the studio band over there?
Let's see. The catalog says a Leo Hackett.
Hackett's at Manhattan Conservatory?
You know him? Yeah, he...
He taught me how to play the trumpet. Oh.
What?
You two never wanted to be anything but cops?
Always wanted to be a cop.
Had a Miami Vice backpack in school.
I dabbled in animal husbandry.
Animal husbandry?
What?
My uncle owned a farm.
I'm sorry. You were talking about your trumpet.
I was talking about the case, all right?
Leo Hackett was teaching jazz studies
at Ithaca when I was there.
This guy?
Can you play any Kenny G?
No, I mean it.
That... That guy's... We're done talking here.
What? I'm being serious. It was a compliment.
Kenny G? He's a fantastic artist.
Very smooth.
CARRIE: Good morning.
DELINA: What a night.
I was so hung over. Oh, my God.
I wanna do it again by the way.
Yes.
Um...
Davis Bennett. What do we got?
Poor kid. Let me show you.
So, stippling around the wound
suggests he was shot at close range.
A medium caliber handgun.
Possibly a .38.
And based on his rigor,
he died between 2:00 and 3:00 a.m. this morning.
What about his toxicology?
Traces of Provigil, a drug used for narcoleptics.
Was he narcoleptic?
No.
So, what's a kid like Davis doing
with a drug used for narcoleptics?
Well, some colleges... The kids,
the over-achievers, they use it to
have laser-like focus for hours on end.
Yeah. I guess it'll help a musician,
but is it worth killing someone over?
Why didn't you ever tell me you were a jazz player?
This coming from the person who never told me she was married?
But it's different.
Why? Because it's me.
And besides, playing the trumpet?
It's not exactly a chick magnet.
I know. You always went for the lead guitar player.
Actually, the drummer.
Hey.
All right, what do you got?
MAN: There's a girl next door...
Hey, there's a girl out here. She lives next door.
Apparently, she heard Davis arguing
with someone on the phone last night.
I'm gonna talk to her.
Okay.
You heard Davis arguing on the phone last night?
Yes.
You know who he was arguing with?
No, sorry. I just heard Davis getting upset.
I don't know what he was talking about.
Is there anyone Davis was having problems with?
I had one class with him.
It's not like we really talked.
Can I go now? I'm late for rehearsal.
I thought the teachers gave you the day off.
They did in case we want to talk to a counselor
or grieve or something.
And you don't want to.
It's not that. I feel bad and everything.
It's just, I can't risk losing my chair.
Can I go now?
Yeah, sure.
Mark Overton's finger work is solid.
I had forgotten what this place is like.
I mean, these kids prioritize music over everything.
It's kill or be killed.
Uh...
Look at all the greats who guest lecture here.
CARRIE: I would be impressed, but jazz, it's not my thing.
I know.
Bon Jovi...
Al "18 Carrot" Burns.
It's been a long time, brother.
18 Carrot
Hey, I'm Carrie. Al's partner.
A pleasure to meet you, Carrie. I'm Leo.
He was my mentor.
Well, Al here was all heart, man.
Full throttle every time he played.
Always had a problem with his fingering.
Don't.
Well, look at you.
A cop now. A lieutenant.
I'm sorry we're reconnecting under such sad circumstances, Leo.
Poor kid. You know, we...
It hurts to lose a talent like Davis.
Seems like you're the only one who cares around here.
Music school culture, and particularly this music school,
pretty cutthroat especially this time of year.
Westford Jazz Festival.
Well, it's where the best meets the best.
It's where you get noticed.
As you know, Al, if you don't get noticed in this business,
you can kiss your future goodbye.
I mean, look at me.
Oh, come on, Leo.
You're in a top music school, you're teaching future legends.
Still a glass-half-full kinda guy, huh?
Good to see some things don't change.
Listen, Davis was last seen leaving your studio band practice.
Okay if we talk to the students?
Sure.
Everyone, listen up, please.
We have Lieutenant Burns and Detective Wells.
They're gonna ask you guys a few questions.
Whose sheet music is that?
Matt Wexler.
He's your new first
Yes.
Uh-huh. Where is Matt now?
He's over there.
Ah!
First-year trumpeter, Matt Wexler
meet all-star quarterback, Al Burns.
I hate to break it to you, but you're screwed, bro.
Man, I didn't do anything.
Sure you did. You ran.
Come on.
And then there's the matter of these.
They fell out of your backpack.
You're the dealer that gave Davis Provigil.
And we checked your cell phone records
because it's something we can do.
And we know.
You're the person he was arguing with.
Fighting with on the phone at 7:00 p.m.,
the night before he died.
It's not what you think.
I disagree, Mattie.
I disagree. I'll tell you why.
Now that Davis is out of the picture, who's first chair?
You.
You took the kid out just in time
to get noticed at Lincoln Center?
Was I jealous?
Yeah.
Did I occasionally wish that Davis would drop dead
so I could be first chair? Sure.
But I mean any second chair has had thoughts like that.
But they didn't act on them.
Hey, I didn't kill him.
Miles never would've shot Mingus
no matter how heated shit got.
Yeah, but you lost me there, kid.
We were composing together.
That's what the fight was about. A song we were working on.
Davis was ignoring all my ideas, nothing new.
He had such a big-ass ego.
So things got contentious.
All right.
Well, if he was such a prick,
why work with him?
He was a genius.
That's pretty high praise for someone
you occasionally wished was dead.
It made me a better player.
I'm gonna miss him.
Well, then give us something, Mattie.
It'd go a long way to helping us forget about these.
Davis was having issues with the teacher.
Okay.
What kind of issues?
Something shady was going on.
Anytime I ask Davis about it, he'd clam up.
This teacher got a name?
Leo Hackett.
All right. So, we're looking at Leo.
Anything to rule him out as a suspect?
I'm sorry, boss.
I know this guy was kind of a mentor to you.
See what you can find on him, Jay.
Okay. Well...
Ten consecutive wins at the New Orleans College Jazz Festival
and three "Teacher of the Year" awards.
And 25 years of looking after students.
Doesn't seem like a guy who suddenly flies off the handle
and shoots one of them.
But that's where the good stuff ends.
There've been complaints by students citing verbal abuse.
Kids today are too soft.
So, Leo yells.
He yelled at me.
I was a better player for it.
Some of the students also complained of psychological trauma,
resulting from Leo's violent temper.
Trauma? That sounds trumped up to me.
I don't know, boss.
Check this.
Manhattan Conservatory's maintenance records.
They got guys fixing something that Leo's damaged
in that studio every other week.
Holes in the wall. Broken chairs, music stands.
Did this guy destroy things when you were playing with him?
Sometimes Leo's passion would get the best of him.
That doesn't make him a killer.
He's a got a string of assault charges, Al.
He put two guys he used to perform with in the hospital.
Got into fights with them after the performance.
And then there's this.
JAY: Leo owns a .38, Al.
Same caliber gun used to shoot Davis.
I'll talk to him.
You want me to call Carrie? Alone! Thanks, Jay.
What the hell is this?
Leo, we just need to do a ballistics test on your gun.
What if I say no?
We're past that.
It's a warrant to search your place.
Unis are already there.
You think I shot him?
Oh, screw you, Al!
My gun is locked in a case where I left it.
Then I'm sure I'll get a call any second to confirm that.
Speak of the devil.
Lieutenant Burns.
What's the combination on your gun case?
12-bar blues chord progression.
One, four, five, one.
What's wrong?
It's not in the case.
Does Leo have an alibi?
Not a good one.
He says he was home alone.
LEO: Till you asked me for my gun,
I didn't even know it was missing.
So what, Leo? Someone took it?
They'd have to know you had a gun.
They'd have to know your combination.
I probably should've come up with something better than that.
I mean...
One, four, five, one.
Everyone knows that that's my chord progression.
Well, you remember our place in Ithaca.
Students, friends, everybody was dropping by all the time to jam.
Well, at my place it's the same today.
Anyone who came by could've taken it.
I don't remember you having a gun back then.
I also don't remember you beating the shit out of people.
I lose my temper sometimes.
I have my demons just like everybody else.
But you seriously don't think that I shot Davis?
Jay, push in on that cocktail napkin.
Sure.
I saw that exact logo on a matchbook in Davis' dorm room.
Where's it from?
I'm on it. I'm on it.
Yeah, God, you're brilliant.
I just... I never get tired of watching you work.
I don't know. Thank you.
He was talking to me.
DENNY: I was.
He's stonewalling.
Well, I got something.
Leo's napkin's from a hidden underground club in the Bronx
called "The Drunken Rabbit", owned by...
...Marko Vrioni.
DENNY: Vrioni?
I know this guy from back in my organized crime days.
He's got ties to the Albanian mafia.
JAY: It looks like Vrioni's involved in multiple enterprises.
Nightclubs, racketeering, drug trafficking,
and he's also big time into racehorses. Ooh!
Owns a box over at Aqueduct.
AL: Start talking about The Drunken Rabbit.
What was Davis doing in a club
run by an Albanian gangster?
I don't know.
We know Davis is connected to it and now we know you are.
You're right.
I got Davis to play gigs there.
Playing for a nightline crowd
is an invaluable experience for a young musician like Davis.
There are plenty of jazz clubs in New York.
Why push Davis to play for a bunch of thugs?
They pay the best.
You were taking a cut, weren't you?
How much?
70%.
What happened to you?
Alimony payments from two divorces.
Well, they don't pay themselves and...
Offers for gigs of my own?
They've been drying up for the past few years.
My life didn't turn out exactly the way I planned it.
So, what? Davis finally refused to play.
Maybe he threatened to expose you and you shot back.
I didn't shoot him.
Then you tell me who did.
I don't know. That is not good enough!
You have a string of assaults and your gun is missing.
A jury is going to look at that,
along with the money you were taking from him?
And they will draw their own conclusion.
Leo, you gotta give me something,
or you're going away for Davis' murder.
Okay.
Uh...
Davis played a midnight set,
at The Drunken Rabbit the night he died.
Was Davis having problems with anyone at that club?
I don't know. I...
I would just give him the password and then they'd let him in.
We're gonna need that password.
I don't know. They change it every night.
Give me some of the passwords.
Blue Moon.
Papa's Got a Brand New Bag.
Song titles.
Passwords aren't song titles. DENNY: Hmm?
They're racehorses.
Wait, how do you... How do you know that one?
Marko's not the only one who likes to play the ponies.
Listen, the passwords are the Aqueduct winners
of the ninth race of the past four Saturdays.
And I know tonight's password.
Jay, pull up that security footage from outside the club,
the night Davis was killed.
Got it right here.
There goes Davis at 2:05.
You know what that means. This kid must've gotten shot like,
shortly after that. Like 2:30 in the morning.
The guy looks like he's on a mission.
So, all we have to do is go down to the club,
talk to them, and find out where he was going.
No one in a place like this is gonna wanna talk to a couple of cops.
Well, who said anything about going as cops?
Password?
Tequila Jack.
Should've bet on him. I would've got the pick 6.
Gotta deal with her for a second, buddy.
I get it all day.
And he loves it.
WOMAN: ♪ You and I
♪ Are just like a couple of tots
♪ Running through the meadow
♪ Pickin' up lots of forget-me-nots
♪ You made me feel so young
♪ You make me feel there are songs to be sung
♪ Bells to be rung
♪ And a wonderful fling to be flung
♪ You made me feel so young ♪
We'll be back in a few.
I'm gonna talk to the singer.
Yeah, I bet you will.
I'm gonna go talk to...
I know. The drummer.
Knock yourself out.
Gorgeous.
Excuse me?
Your take on that last song.
Oh. Thank you.
Yeah. Playing it in B-flat.
That's tricky to pull off.
You know your jazz.
I'm a talent scout from Chicago.
You have a name, "Talent scout from Chicago"?
Roger Baron.
Stella.
I was standing here the other night
and I heard this amazing trumpet player.
Mmm.
Davis Bennett.
He's our biggest draw.
Especially with the ladies.
You haven't heard?
Bennett's dead.
He died night before last.
Oh, my God.
What happened?
Look, you are gorgeous.
Well, thank you.
And cool.
I'd love to hear more about your label.
Well, you're a very talented drummer.
Do you like to mix business with pleasure?
How about your boyfriend?
Him? No.
No, he's not my boyfriend.
My friend.
Look at... He's flirting up a storm with your lead singer.
Yeah, Stella.
That's the boss' girl.
Ah... And Marko is not somebody you wanna piss off.
What's it like working with the boss' girlfriend?
She can do whatever she wants.
Like tonight.
She changed the arrangement to a song right before we played it.
Well, you know what?
You're such a good drummer, I didn't even know.
Well, thank you.
Hey, Marko.
I'm Marko Vrioni.
Raquel Scott.
Why don't you join me in my office for a private drink?
Sure, I like private.
Don't go anywhere.
So, tell me.
What are you really doing here, Raquel Scott?
I'm listening to music, right?
I mean I know that's a crazy thing to do in a jazz club.
But I'm a record executive out of Chicago.
Devin Schurtzer, you know him?
Never heard of him. CARRIE: Really?
'Cause he's heard of you.
In fact, he says you get the best young artists to play here
before they play anywhere else in the city.
Glad my reputation's made it out to Chicago.
We're interested in an artist. We hear he's special.
He plays here, Davis Bennett.
Again, why are you here?
I'm a record executive. I mean I'm going to a bunch of clubs.
This isn't the only one.
We're actually looking to sign a few artists.
Like who?
Mark Overton's finger work is solid.
But he's overrated.
MAN: I saw him last week at the Vanguard.
That stuff's so derivative.
Well, there's Mark Overton,
he's playing at the Vanguard Thursday nights.
So, I'm gonna go take in his show.
And then there's Mel Flower and Babkin.
They're playing at The Stone Saturday night.
I'm gonna go see them.
They're blowing up, we wanna sign 'em.
You wanna join me?
Davis Bennett isn't playing tonight.
Really?
Mmm.
You can take her back to the bar.
Whatever happened to our private drink?
Oh, Kenny will set you up.
Don't turn around. We're being watched.
I have a clue.
Wanna dance?
You don't dance.
I do now, let's make it convincing. Oh.
I see you're starting to feel the music, huh?
Just go with it.
Okay, there's a guy behind you.
See him? Yeah.
There's a button missing on his jacket.
I saw the exact same button at Davis Bennett's crime scene.
That places him at the lot where Davis was dumped.
But it doesn't prove he's a killer.
Good point.
Well, maybe instead of blowing our cover tonight,
we should have our guys go pay him a visit tomorrow.
Yes.
You ready to get out of here?
Sure.
Especially since you've been flirting with Marko's girlfriend.
Oh... I was not flirting.
Oh, yes, you were.
Take me home now.
I would love to.
Roger. Raquel.
Sorry about detaining you overnight.
You're just doing your job.
And I've seen worse. The drunk tank, New Orleans Jazz Fest.
Look...
...this kid Davis, man.
He was the real deal.
We'll find his killer.
All right, go ahead and ask me.
Ask you what?
If giving up jazz was the right thing for you to do.
You've been asking yourself that same question for 25 years.
No, you said it yourself. I never had the chops.
Chops you can learn.
You had heart.
You never told me that when I was your student.
Well, you know me.
That's not how I do it.
Maybe it's not too late to start.
I'll give that some thought.
So, these are all the guys who work for Marko.
That's him, uh, scar on his cheek. Who's he?
Here we go.
Alec Hyka came to the States in '97.
He's been racking up arrests ever since
and busted for drug trafficking, arms dealing, assault.
It doesn't seem like he's done any time.
With a rap sheet like that? Come on.
Looks like Marko's attorney always manages
to get the charges against Alec dropped.
A lot of shady characters in the club last night.
Maybe Davis saw Alec do something he wasn't supposed to.
Alec had to take him out.
What's Alec's address?
712 Bogart Ave, East Bronx, apartment 3A.
You two, head over there.
Hey. Huh?
You know, Al's not the only macho guy
who explored his artistic side.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
A couple years ago I dabbled in a little ballroom dancing.
To tell you the truth, I had a hell of a tango.
Is that right? True story.
You know, if I'd stuck with it
I'd probably be on that dancing TV show, who knows?
Yeah, no way you're getting laid with that one, Denny.
What?
Are you kidding me? It works like a charm.
My man, ladies love to dance.
JAY: Hey! Hey, you!
Police!
Holy shit.
No.
Okay, we know Alec was at Davis' crime scene, right?
He's Marko's hired muscle.
So, chances are he doesn't make a move
without his boss' say-so.
We need more than that to come after Marko.
Carrie's right. Look, I know these mob guys.
All right?
They come in there with their thousand-dollar-an-hour lawyers,
sitting with their smug-ass grins on their face.
You know, just like daring you to arrest them.
We need to get one of Marko's people
to break ranks, give us something.
Well, why don't you hit up your girlfriend Stella.
I mean, she's dating Marko. She might know something.
Hey, Lieu.
You got a new girlfriend? All right.
That's a nice new necklace you're wearing there, Denny.
I've never seen you wear that one before.
Oh, yeah, it's just a friend's.
You're wearing your friend's necklace?
He means girlfriend.
I mean, it's not that defined yet.
Defined enough that you're wearing her necklace.
She asked me to wear it, okay?
It's something about, you know,
making us feel closer or something like that.
Aww... That's sweet.
Al, you could take a leaf out of his book.
When we were dating, you never wore anything of mine
except that one time when you wore my thong.
Okay, back to the case.
There was a photo in Davis' dorm room.
He was wearing a necklace.
Stella had the same necklace at the club that night.
Oh, you see? Look, I'm not the only guy
who shares necklaces with his lady friends.
Stella and Davis had a thing.
Your crush Stella was having an affair with Davis.
She's not my crush, okay?
I just liked her version of You Make Me Feel So Young.
STELLA: ♪ 'Cause you make me feel so...
♪ You made me feel so...
♪ You made me feel
♪ So young... ♪
You made me feel so young.
You made me feel so young, past tense.
And the drummer said that Stella changed the arrangement
right before they went on stage.
What if she was singing it for her lover Davis?
What if she was dedicating that song to him
because she knew he was dead?
I'm gonna talk to Stella.
Oh. Hi.
Roger, right?
Kind of early for tonight's show.
You remember my fake name.
Lieutenant Burns, NYPD.
What's this about?
Davis Bennett.
I liked you a lot better as a record executive.
Come on in.
This is your dressing room?
Welcome to the high class world of being a jazz singer.
I know you and Davis shared a necklace.
Tell me what else you shared.
That's crazy. I'm with Marko.
All it takes is one phone call, Stella.
We can have crime scene techs comb through your apartment.
They'll find Davis' prints. They'll find his DNA.
Davis and I started seeing each other months ago.
He was just a kid,
but when he played, he could be any age.
It was jazz, you know.
I had to get close to that.
I didn't mean to break his heart.
That's why his plan took off.
He was in love.
I told him we'd never work,
but he believed love always wins.
Who killed him?
Stella, if Davis meant anything to you,
help us nail his killer.
I can't.
If he finds out I even talked to you...
If Marko finds out.
He suspected us for weeks.
Ever since he saw us talking after a show,
he started threatening me.
Telling me to stay away from him.
I tried to tell Davis you can't cross Marko.
He's crazy.
Two nights ago, Davis followed me home from the club.
I let him up.
I told him we had to end it.
But suddenly, Marko appeared there with two of his guys
and he threatened him and he told him
never to come to the club again
and never to talk to me.
But Davis refused.
I begged him not to hurt him.
I begged him.
It's my fault.
Marko shot him, but it's my fault.
Hang tight, we got this.
You gotta feel pretty relieved that Leo's in the clear, right?
I am.
Stella holding up okay?
Yeah, considering.
She's pretty torn up about everything.
You know, if there's one thing I learned in high school, Al,
is that star-crossed love never ends well.
You had a star crossed love affair in high school?
No, me, no. High school English, Romeo and Juliet.
I did okay in high school, Al.
Yeah, I'm sure.
How's Denny doing?
Well, he's just getting started.
Ah.
Now, look, I am sorry about what happened to your boy Alec.
There are plenty more where he came from.
Oh.
You think you're getting out of here, don't you?
I got your balls in a vice.
Stella's neighbors said they heard
what they thought was a car backfiring at 2:30 in the morning.
But it wasn't a car.
That was you, firing a round into Davis' chest.
I had no problem with that kid.
Yeah, sure. Until you caught him nailing Stella.
See, I imagine a guy like you
doesn't stand for some punk
half his age giving it to his girl, right?
They were never together.
That kid was stalking Stella. He was obsessed with her.
Marko, come on.
You've heard Stella sing, right?
She can really sell it, can't she?
She wouldn't lie to me.
No?
You seem like a generous guy.
I am, with people I like.
Like Stella.
See,
we looked into it.
You bought her a necklace.
So what?
So...
She gave it to Davis
and they'd been seeing each other for months.
AL: He didn't know.
JAY: What?
You see Marko's reaction? He didn't know about the affair.
DENNY: Look at him.
Doesn't he look happy? Doesn't that make you mad?
How 'bout you tell me what you did with the gun
after you shot Davis.
We're done here. Hey.
Now, look, I think Mr. Vrioni can decide for himself
if he wants to cooperate.
Here's why we're done.
You've got your picture, we've got ours.
Take a look.
Mr. Vrioni was at a restaurant in Manhattan with Alec Hyka
and 10 other witnesses at 2:30 a.m., the night in question.
I don't know, maybe he gave it to one of his thugs to do.
I don't think Marko knew about Davis and Stella.
So then how'd it go down?
The only person who's admitted to being with Davis
at the time of his death is Stella.
Ah.
I don't know, why did she do it?
And how did she get his body out of her place all by herself?
They said Marko didn't know about the affair.
I think he did know about the murder.
So, what are you thinking, Al?
I think maybe I give Stella a ride.
You let Marko go?
We had no choice.
Without a confession, we didn't have enough to arrest him.
But what about my statement?
Your word against his.
We need corroboration.
But he's going know I've ratted him out.
And that you and Davis were together.
Oh, my God. Al, he's gonna come after me.
He might.
I'll see about protection for you.
You'll see about it?
Look, there are other ways you could protect yourself.
You could amend your statement.
Maybe tell us a little bit more
about what happened that night in your apartment.
I have nothing to say to you.
If you change your mind.
MARKO: Stella, it's me.
I know you're in there, Stella.
My guys saw you come in.
Open the door, Stella.
Open the damn door, Stella.
AL ON PHONE: Hello?
It's Stella. Marko's here.
I'm on my way.
Hurry up, please.
He's outside my dressing room.
Stella, calm down, but listen to me.
I'll get there faster if you tell me
what really happened that night.
What? You son of a bitch.
MARKO: Stella.
Okay, okay.
Davis came over and he was drunk and furious
because I hadn't ended things with Marko.
And he said he was going to go to the club
and teach Marko a lesson...
MARKO: Open the door, Stella.
And he had this gun he said he took from his teacher
and I told him just forget it, go home.
She took the bait. All right.
Hey, Carrie's a minute out.
And just suddenly we were fighting over the gun and...
It went off.
And I tried to save him, but there was blood everywhere.
It was too much.
I panicked. I called Marko.
He came over with his guys to clean up.
MARKO: Stella.
Oh, my God, he's coming through.
Hang on, I'll be right there.
MARKO: Open the damn door, Stella.
Drop your gun.
How many cops out there?
Enough to get you killed if you try to run.
Guess I need a shield.
Listen.
Stella, you don't have to do this.
Hey.
Nice weapon of choice. Thanks.
You know, I got a thing for drummers.
Gotta hand it to you, Marko, decent performance.
Could have stuck to the script, but not bad.
I helped you. Now you help me.
We did help you.
Proved you didn't kill Davis.
How about that immunity you promised?
DENNY: I'm not a lawyer, right,
but isn't that immunity from prosecution for murder?
Yeah, see, it doesn't include failing to report a dead body.
Tampering with the physical evidence.
Right, not to mention
operating a bar music venue without a license.
Mmm. Ouch.
Hey, what's up? I'll buy you a drink.
Sorry, hot date.
With who
Didn't they just walk her out of here in some NYPD
You got a crime scene to process, I got plans.
Hey, come on, Al.
Come on, man, it's gonna take me hours, man.
Well,
to another happy ending.
To another happy ending.
Mmm...
Oh.
He really is good.
Well, it's not Wang Chung, but...
Hey listen, nobody is Wang Chung.
I'm just saying.
You know, I think Davis really did love Stella.
Everyone says his playing totally changed two months ago.
The power of love, right?
I mean, you definitely became a much better cop after you met me.
Do you ever regret it?
You know, the path you took becoming a cop and not a musician.
Nah.
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.