Homicide: Life on the Street, Season 7

Crosetti:
Hey hey hey.

Felton:
Gee.

Giardello:
Felton?

Crosetti:
We've been waitin' for you.

Giardello:
Crosetti?

Crosetti:
Have a seat. Okay, jack of spades for Mr. Beau Felton, a ten of diamonds for my esteemed Lieutenant, and a whole lot a' nothing for the little Italian salami-brain.

Giardello:
What are we playing?

Crosetti:
Five card stud.

Giardello:
Who's the fourth chair for?

Felton:
We don't know yet. But they'll be here sooner or later.

Giardello:
Anybody I know?

Crosetti:
Maybe. It's not like it's written in stone, it's not preordained or anything, Lieutenant.

Giardello:
I suddenly got worried. My son, he's a cop. I thought maybe-

Crosetti:
I wouldn't worry, Lieutenant. Life is short, but once you're dead, you're long time dead, if you know what I mean.

Felton:
Your son?

Giardello:
Michael.

Felton:
He's a good kid?

Giardello:
Yes.

Felton:
You taught him well?

Giardello:
I tried my best. I wish -

Crosetti:
Gee, no regrets, huh?

Felton:
You know what the best thing about this place is? All the worries and cares that you had in life? They don't matter anymore. Rest in Peace means what it says.