Golden Boy (2013): Season 1, Episode 2 - The Price of Revenge - full transcript
Previously on Golden Boy...
Please don't hurt me!
Please don't hurt me!
Freeze!
Don't move.
Shoot me now, I'll kill her!
I'll kill everybody!
Hear me?
His heroism was
reported by numerous onlookers,
as was the life-saving CPR
he administered to his partner.
Good jump would be Anti-Crime.
I want to be
in the Homicide Task Force.
You've only been
on the job three years.
You'd be the least
experienced by a decade.
You haven't made your bones.
You're saying I was a hero.
The commissioner offered me
a gold shield.
I want my due.
I'm not sure how
things are shaking out
but maybe we're partnered up.
You're not.
I'm your partner.
You probably noticed that me and
your partner, we don't mesh.
Jealousy.
I know a little something
about young men
and how they deal
with their devils...
and how it can cost them.
Dearly.
Police, you son of a bitch.
Freeze!
Hey! Watch it!
I've never heard
of the police commissioner
attending the funeral of
a confidential informant.
They're an important
part of the job
and they die forgotten.
But you stand away.
Well, it's doubtful his
associates knew he was a snitch.
Could bring trouble
to the family.
And you...
what's your association
with a known Crip?
You've got an eye for politics.
You'll do fine in this job.
My old partner said that
some CI's just want the money,
but others are trapped
in a life.
They've got to live that life,
but they also try
to do right sometimes.
He said they deserve
our attention.
Got someone else here
I need to visit.
I've been working
for you a week.
You've mentioned
Don Owen every day.
Well, he taught me a lot.
Or at least
he'd lay out a path.
The actual learning...
I always did that
the hard way.
Either you're insane
or broken in the skull!
There's no other excuse
for commenting to the press
on an active investigation!
You got as much business
working Homicide
as wearing a dress.
20 bucks
he starts to cry.
No, he won't.
And even if he did,
he wouldn't be the first one.
And it probably wouldn't be
because he ripped the ass
out of a pair of pants
that were too tight for him.
That's hilarious.
You're a funny guy, Don.
Laugh riot.
Unprofessional bastards.
I spent $900 on
a business venture
that just completely
laid an egg.
"Defectives"?
Disastrous misspelling.
Here-- it's a double XL.
Owen...
soft-ass target.
You took your jerk pill
today, huh, Arroyo.
He doesn't leave your sight.
Any more screwups and
I'm back in uniform.
Where the commissioner
thinks I belong.
Dworaczyk--
coldest case on record.
And we're working it until
we catch a fresh one, so...
get your little heart
a-pumpin'.
Can we, uh, can we work
in the diner?
On the corner?
That's probably a good idea.
You done with this yet?
This schlong-measuring
contest with Clark?
There's no contest there.
Listen, I know the three-nine
was your little kingdom
before Clark got here, and you
like things a certain way,
but you lose focus when you
get this angry and intense.
Except I'm exactly
the opposite.
If our young friend has
a chip on his shoulder,
that's his business.
Yeah? Who sold him out
to the press, huh?
Who made it look like
he was commenting
on an open case?
That's just a tap
from a senior detective
saying "know your place."
I got plenty of those
on my way up.
I survived.
Now, Detective, a favor?
Step off my ass.
See, now you're
proving my point.
'Cause you don't
talk to me like that...
right?
Freshen you up, hon?
Working on my diner lingo.
Yeah, it's really
coming along.
Three days you've been
partnered up?
Yeah.
He giving you grief?
Enough to make me want to crawl
under my desk sometimes.
Well, if it gets too bad,
you know where to find me--
slinging hash.
Aw, she can't be
your sister.
She's all sweet
and personable.
She's funny, too.
Mm-hmm.
I saw you giving her dough
back at the precinct
the other day.
You support her?
Yeah, as much as I can.
She still living
with your aunt?
No, she's living with me.
It's rent-free,
if she keeps this job.
Oh, my God, the shock.
You're sweet
and personable, too.
You're like her parent
or something.
I thought we were working
on Dworaczyk.
You know, you come off like
some kind of a lone wolf,
but, in reality,
you got, like...
like a cub back at the den.
Nice. So I'm a she-wolf.
Yeah, we're done
on this subject.
Yeah, well, you want
to ruin things for her,
and yourself, too,
Wolfman?
Revenge on Arroyo.
Who said I was out
for revenge?
It's lit up on your forehead
like a neon sign.
You get back at Arroyo,
then he comes after you again,
and this don't end until
one of you's wearing a bullet.
Listen, junior, the job
ain't about getting even,
it's about helping people
who can't help--
Call in a 10-31.
What, what the hell are you...?
Hey!
Police, you son
of a bitch!
Freeze!
Hey! Watch it!
You, genius, are under arrest.
Aw, geez, how old are you?
Twelve?
Eighteen and a half.
I was just getting my stuff
from a friend's place,
you big idiot.
Yeah? Who's your friend?
Jo... Anne.
So does Jo... Anne
hang onto your Xbox,
your cuff links and
your man's wristwatch?
You're taking a ride.
Come on, this isn't fair!
It'll be good.
You can learn a trade in the
joint-- maybe locksmithing--
so, next time, you can
break in the front door.
Hey, what if I knew
about something?
Could we talk about that?
Maybe make a deal?
'Cause I know where
there's a dead body.
I keep stuff here sometimes.
Stolen goods.
Just stuff.
Last night, I came down
and I saw this.
Female, Jane Doe... mid-20's.
Signs of strangulation.
She's wearing a tank top
and a miniskirt, so...
She's a hooker.
Her pimp or dealer,
take your pick.
I'm gonna try to keep an open
mind on it for ten minutes.
That's a waste
of ten minutes.
Owen's up to catch--
his call.
- And her?
- Street thief.
She uses this basement as
a place to stash her haul,
and the occasional hangout.
- Her story hold up?
- So far.
Clark's on it.
McKenzie.
Came in at midnight.
I was just going
to drink beer
and watch a movie
on my laptop,
but then I saw the body,
I flipped, and I just ran.
You, uh, you live on the street?
Sometimes.
Or couch surfing.
Sorry. I didn't mean
to clock you so hard.
I didn't realize you
were, you know, female.
Look, don't play nice.
If you're a jerk, be a jerk,
so I don't get my hopes up
that you're not a jerk,
and wind up disappointed.
That I don't need.
You know, my, uh, my sister
says the same thing.
"That I don't need."
Yeah?
Great.
Missing Persons says
DOA matches description
of an Anne Brunell,
whose sister reported
her missing yesterday.
And if that's her,
then her six-year-old
daughter's missing, too.
Geez, it's gonna be
a press storm.
Canvass the building
and the surrounding area.
Inch by inch.
Get it moving fast.
Hey, start the canvass.
Check back in once you've
covered the block.
That's funny,
'cause I was gonna suggest
you do the same thing,
because it's our case.
It's my case.
So don't tell me
we got a dead woman
and a missing kid, and you
two guys are squaring off?
All for one, and one for all.
We run this like I say.
No screwing around,
no revenge.
Hey, Wolf...
you hearing me?
Absolutely.
♪ Golden Boy 01x02 ♪
The Price of Revenge
Original Air Date on March 5, 2013
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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My sister.
She was doing so...
so good.
I think right now, my ear ringing.
I can't believe this.
Ma'am, when did
you first realize
your sister was missing?
Yesterday.
She drops Abigail
off at my house with my nanny
on her way to NYU.
She's...
She's studying accounting.
She never showed.
Did your sister have a
habit of disappearing?
No, I know where you're
going with this.
You've seen her
criminal records.
For drug possession.
You can't just
classify her
as another dead junkie.
My sister, she had Cyclothymia.
It's a form of
bipolar disorder.
When she's depressed,
she can't be held responsible.
Was it stress that triggered
the depression?
The condition runs
in my family.
Was there something,
someone,
putting pressure on her?
Uh, Brad... Knopfler,
Abigail's father.
Anne said he'd be in
touch to see Abigail,
but he probably
just wanted money.
Anne wasn't sure he was clean.
Do you think he'd hurt her?
He got into her
when she was so down,
took her money,
got her into coke,
knocked her up and just bailed.
How do we find this guy?
Where's my niece?
Where's Abigail?
You think I'd do something
to hurt my little girl
or her mom?
You've got the wrong idea
about me; I'm not that guy.
According to your record,
you were "that guy" a year ago.
You took a collar
for taking a sledgehammer
to an ATM
to try to steal
the money inside.
That puts you in the
classification of criminal
we call profoundly stupid.
Yes, and I did six months
for that; now I'm clean.
And you've been calling Anne,
haven't you?
To see Abigail,
who is missing,
and clearly not with me,
so you're wasting time.
Hey.
We found out you filed
a petition
for sole custody
and you got rejected.
Now...
that had to sting.
Lays out a neat motive
for you to kill her
and take your little girl,
don't you think?
Wait a minute.
Anne was using again,
and she wouldn't admit it.
I filed for custody
so she'd see
how serious it was. I'm...
I'm a different guy now.
M.E. puts her death at 24 hours ago--
where were you?
All I've been is back
and forth between work
and the halfway house.
I'm tracked all the time.
Please, check it now.
Brad's alibi pans out
for the moment.
He said the DOA had been acting
odd for the last six weeks.
Start over, Detective.
ADA O'Connor, Walter Clark.
Acting odd how?
Uh, she failed
to return phone calls,
uh, looked pale, looked
like she wasn't sleeping.
He called it junkie behavior.
Or exhaustion
from being a single mother.
Yeah, but the sister
said that Anne
was a good mother
when she wasn't using.
Toxicology says she was.
Anything come up on the canvass?
No, blank.
But based on the lividity,
M.E. determined
she wasn't murdered
in the basement,
just dumped there.
So where was she murdered?
We're working on it.
Oh. I'll tell that to the D.A.
That you're working
on it.
What about the tipster?
Natasha Radkovich.
Eighteen.
Priors are burglary
and possession.
She's angling for a walk, I...
No, she gets nothing
until we find out what the hell
happened to Anne Brunell
and locate that little girl.
Homicide.
Detective Arroyo.
Nah, they're indisposed.
What do you got?
Thank you.
Pardon the interruption.
A surveillance camera at NYU
has Anne Brunell getting
into a taxi with her daughter
an hour before
her estimated time of death.
We traced the
medallion number
to Kilgore Cabs,
Vernon Boulevard.
The cabbie could be the
last person to see her alive.
Kilgore Cabs is pulling
in the driver,
then we'll get his trip log.
I'll leave you to it.
So, Miss ADA?
How were your
seats for Wicked?
They were amazing.
You're the best
scalper in town.
Independent ticket agent.
Miss O'Connor?
I, uh...
I feel like I may have
offended you somehow.
Except we've never met.
The press always circles
a missing child case,
and any loose chatter makes
my job a lot harder.
So we may not have met,
but your reputation
precedes you.
Just don't muddle the case.
Don't even think
about that woman.
Too late.
I'll meet you down.
Hey, you know what?
I think I'm gonna leave
this one to you guys.
Don't know if it takes
five people
to interview a cabbie.
Tip log's filling up.
I'll see if there's anything
worth pursuing.
Come on, spill it.
Clark and Owen get on my nerves
for reasons I got to work out,
and I will,
but for now,
a little distance won't kill us.
It might help keep us alive.
That's very mature.
And unlike you.
See you back.
What? What did I do?
Do you know
what a blood print is?
It's when your fingerprint
is found in the blood of a DOA.
Which means it had
to have been made
after the blood
was spilled, right?
Now...
I just got a phone call
from the Latent Print Unit,
who found your bloody
fingerprint
on the plastic
that the DOA was wrapped in.
So you're lying
that you never
touched the body
and that you just found it.
Got to be.
Scientifically.
You have something to do
with Anne Brunell's death?
No, I do not.
But you know more
than you're saying,
don't you,
you dumb little bitch?
Bitch?
Yeah, I want to talk
to the other detective,
the one with the eyebrows.
He didn't get the truth.
So now you get me,
who can communicate better
with street rats like you.
Did someone shove you
around growing up?
Hey, we got a missing kid,
and the longer you lie,
the less likely we are
to get her back alive.
I don't know anything
about it.
Explain the bloody print!
Explain your pinstripes
and hair gel.
Bloody print. Murder rap.
At least Eyebrows
had a shred of class.
You're the bitch, bitch!
Now, are we clear
who's in charge?
Then let's start over.
...information
on the whereabouts
of six-year-old Abigail Brunell
should be called
in to Crime Stoppers
or your local police station.
Miss Brunell was last
spotted in your taxi,
so you might've been one of the
last people to see her alive.
Anything you can
remember about her?
Nah.
I mean,
if you guys hadn't come in,
I wouldn't even know
we interacted.
The story is everywhere.
The TV, it's crazy.
NYU pick up, two nights ago,
around 9:00 p.m.?
Well, that's like
a hundred other days
and female fares.
If you guys want to know
the drop off,
I'd have to see
the trip log.
My uncle's got all that.
Thanks.
Mm-hm.
Your, uh, your uncle
own the cab company?
Oh, yeah.
He's a big-time cab mogul.
Frank's trip log for
the last 48 hours.
Got an NYU fare two nights
ago to Williamsburg.
Does his mileage compute?
Why wouldn't it?
You're looking at
Frank for something?
What'd he do?
It's our job
to ask the questions.
You trying to put
us out of work?
Just saying, Frank's a good kid;
he works his ass off.
All right, thanks.
Why's this Kilgore
so uptight?
Why's his nephew got teeth
like a junkie?
And the attention
span of a flea.
Either way, we got
to put a pin in it.
Arroyo's stealing
your case.
So, Latent called
with this blood print when?
Just after you guys ducked out
to the cab company.
So I asked Natasha about it,
and she admitted she'd disturbed
the DOA and removed this.
DOA's pocket book.
Which Natasha rifled
for cash and ditched.
I recovered it in a trash can
near the crime scene.
Inside was a Post-it with an
address to the Royal Dove Inn
in Williamsburg, time of 9:30,
name Damon Moore,
an accountant
for Klemmer/Stein.
Previous collar
for soliciting.
Sounds like a john.
Likely her last.
Get to Klemmer/Stein,
talk to the guy.
You and McKenzie
run the interview.
Lieutenant...
I just want progress.
Now move.
Natasha, I mentioned
my sister before...
so trust me that I know
a little about girls like you.
How they get
mixed up in things,
and how they lie.
I wanted the money,
so I took the wallet.
That's it.
I can't help you if your
story keeps changing.
But I want to help you.
All right?
I get you.
No, you don't.
But if you want
to "get" something,
I could use a soda.
Grape, if you have it.
Look at me.
What happened to you?
I walked into a door.
As in, piss off.
Hey.
You lay hands on that girl?
You gullible dink.
You never heard of a skell
trying to earn
with a fake injury?
She doesn't seem the type,
but you,
well, you got a reputation.
I'll bet you've
never had to check
for a pulse on
a dead little kid.
Well, you're going to if
we don't get to her now.
I'm just being proactive.
Wherever you go, we go.
Hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
Where were you
two nights ago
at 9:00 p.m., Mr. Moore?
Uh, working? I don't know.
Let me think.
We'll think for you.
You arranged
to see a whore at
the Royal Dove Inn.
it..Wa
Mr. Moore, a woman is dead
and a child is missing.
Now the clock is
ticking on this little girl.
Now you're gonna be honest
with us or we're gonna
tell your boss
why we're really here.
The only way to get to the rooms
is to pass the front desk.
Mario can tell you
that no one ever came.
What are you,
such a whore monger you're on
a first-name basis
with the motel guy?
Write down the information
for this pimp service.
Arroyo hit Natasha
in the face.
Look, I've never known him
to hit a woman before.
Are you sure?
How'd you hook up
with this pimp originally?
He's a cabbie.
I got into his cab one night.
He gave me a card
and said he can get me women.
Describe this cabbie.
White...
mid-20s,
dresses like a college kid.
Frank Kilgore.
Running prostitutes
out of his cab.
I'll take the door.
Last time, you nearly
got your head blown off.
Police!
Shh, shh, shh.
Abigail.
My mom said she had
something to do,
and I was supposed to sit
with this man,
and watch TV for a little.
My mom didn't want
to leave me with him,
but he looked like he was
really angry,
so she had to.
Abby? Oh, Abby!
Abby... Abby,
you sweet girl.
And now Frank's in the wind.
We'll hook into him.
We should be hooked
into him right now.
You got a little
edge in that tone of yours.
Who's that for, Arroyo or me?
He didn't think
he could get away
with stomping on your cases,
we'd have all been
on the same page
about Natasha's blood print.
Frank would now be in custody.
Yeah, and this case
ain't done, junior.
We got a murderer
running around loose,
and we're nowhere near
bagging him.
There's a time and a place
for flexing
your muscles and pumping
your chest.
This ain't it.
You understand?
Anne would never
prostitute herself
and leave Abby with this pimp.
We're looking
at every angle.
But you have
to find out the truth.
Because someday...
this is the only memory
that child's gonna
have of her mother,
and it can't be that.
Did my mom die?
Uh...
sweetheart...
Abby, can I tell you
something?
Your mommy is in a place where
she's safe and protected.
You know how
I know this?
Because my brother is in that
exact same place with her.
And he's the toughest cop
you will ever know.
And he's looking out
for her, okay?
Here, I got you
something.
Oh, you know my brand.
I saw it in
Frank's apartment.
CSU just swabbed the
bottle for evidence,
which we'll compare
against this,
which will put you
at Frank's place.
How long till we tie you into the
murder and kidnapping?
No, I didn't kill anyone
and I have nothing nothing to do
with that little girl.
I would never do that.
What did you do?
I thought Frank was
my boyfriend,
but he's just
some wannabe crime lord.
He tried to get me
to use his dope
to try and turn me out.
I couldn't do it.
Was he trying to do the same
thing with Anne Brunell?
How did she wind up dead?
I don't know.
The night before last,
he rolled up on me in his cab,
and he was in a panic,
and this body was
in the trunk.
He needed a place to put her,
so I showed him,
because he was out of his mind
and he had a gun.
All right.
Listen, I was robbing
that apartment this morning
'cause I want money
to go to Ohio.
I just want to go home.
I'm dirt broke because of him.
All right, all right,
tell me where I find him.
I don't know.
He said he was collecting
his cash and his dope.
It's hidden all over town.
Okay.
Where's his biggest stash?
I don't know.
Hey.
I just gave her a soda.
How did his parents die?
Car wreck,
15 years ago.
You didn't think I'd talk
to Natasha and track you down?
What'd you think,
I'd just be farting around
the office
looking in trash cans, wondering
where the hell you were?
I couldn't risk it getting back
to Arroyo, all right?
I'm trying to save Natasha
another fist to the face
and get this case back to
where it belongs, with us.
Us? You sure about that?
Not just you?
You see, 'cause this,
this ain't how it works
when you have a partner.
I didn't mean to imply
it's your fault
we don't have Frank Kilgore
locked up.
Yeah, you did!
Look, in the past, when Arroyo
would jump in the middle
of a case, it was 'cause he had
an angle on it, he could clear it.
Which was fine by me--
I don't lose any sleep
over my clearance rate.
But it's different now.
He's out for blood.
Him hitting that girl...
Fine.
I have been taking a back seat.
But listen,
I'm man enough
to accept the fact
that the game has changed,
that maybe I still got
something to learn.
Hey, I didn't
show up here wanting
to change anyone's game,
all right?
Yeah? Well, tough, junior.
You did change it.
So deal with it
like a man, huh?
And so will I.
And, by the way,
what makes you so sure
Frank's gonna show up
here tonight, anyway?
Well, I dug two ounces
of blow and a stack of cash
from the base of his mother's
grave, so he'll come for it.
Oh...
Hey, and not for nothing,
didn't you see
how I just snuck up
on your ass?
Well, that wouldn't happen
if you were hiding behind
the tree along
the Path of Tranquility.
We'll hear him coming
a mile away.
How do you know
this place so well?
I got somebody here.
She's on the way. Come on.
She was killed on a case.
One of those
forgotten folks
that helps us on the job.
I pay my respects
to those people.
Most of them just
got dealt a nasty hand.
Was she your CI?
The one Arroyo set up?
That's a long story.
Which you could
tell me, you know?
Then I could
ask you something,
and we could get to
know each other better.
We're talking about you now.
Earlier today,
you gave some cash
to a uniform cop--
Jenkins.
What are you up to?
I had him go to Agnes's diner
and buy coffee and donuts
for patrol.
I'm trying
to make her look good.
You see?
You are that she-wolf.
Please don't say that
to anyone else.
Did you hear that?
What the hell?!
What the hell?!
Hey, Frank!
Over here!
Police, Frank! Don't move!
That's your drugs and
get-of-town cash.
We got Natasha's
statement
about you dumping
Anne Brunell's body.
We got Anne Brunell's DNA
in the trunk of your taxi
and clean strangulation
marks that are
gonna match
those fingers.
And you got nothing to say?
Frank, we will pull
your cell, trace every...
Hang on, hang on.
Let's give Frank a break.
He looks...
You-- are you hungry?
Well, we'll bring you
something to eat.
Come on. Let's bring him
something to eat.
Feed him?
Maybe change his diaper, too?
We'll handle it
how we want.
You have a weak case
at best, Don.
And if it was just you
without Superboy around,
you'd let me at him.
We got it.
They got him in.
They lead.
Hey.
I really do believe
my partner wants the best
results in each case.
I also know he's being very
territorial and defensive.
So you got my back?
You're too good to be partnered
with a guy like him.
We're a good team.
But I think for myself.
I make my own decisions.
Nobody speaks for me.
And if there was a compliment
in there, well, then thank you.
That kid's wearing a Claddagh
for a much bigger man.
It's his father's.
Wonder how Frank feels
about these photos?
Yeah, he cries every time
he looks at them.
Thanks.
Hey, you got cash
off Frank, right?
I know he was collecting.
Yeah, from his parents' grave.
I earned that money.
The hardest way you can imagine.
Frank gave me nothing.
Please let me have it,
so I can start over.
There's a law
against that, Natasha.
It's called larceny.
How is it stealing if it's mine?
If you're going to arrest me,
just do it.
My uncle will get me some
fat-necked lawyer like always.
Your uncle walked
on you, Frank.
This was the last straw.
Did it start when
they died, Frank?
The drug use?
That angry lump
you got in your throat?
Is this what your folks
wanted for their little boy?
Murder, kidnapping,
burying cash and dope
at their graves?
Sometimes we can get
led down a path
because we pity ourselves
over something we call fate.
And we can get
so far down the road,
away from
our true selves.
But when that happens,
Frank, we got to correct it.
You got to own up.
Don't you think that's what
your dad would have wanted?
I know mine would, if I was you.
Walter's, too.
Look, Frank...
we want to give you a shot
to own this.
Put down the events
in your own words.
Or you're going
to end up in gen pop.
Wi them
skinny arms, Frank,
you're going to end up
being somebody's rag doll
within the first month
you're there.
Next thing you know,
you're in your cell
and you're stripping
your bedsheets to make a noose.
You got to talk
to us, Frank.
You talk to us,
and I promise you
we will fight
to get you segregation.
We will fight to make sure
your side of this is understood.
Or you don't...
and your whole life,
your whole life is a waste.
Come on, Frank.
Is that what they
would have
wanted for you?
No.
Where did you find Anne Brunell?
She hailed me down on MacDougal,
near NYU.
She was crying.
Why?
Something about her kid
and the dad.
And I asked
if she needed
a pick-me-up.
You gave her cocaine?
Got the hook in her?
Got her into debt?
Yep.
How did she end up dead, Frank?
When she...
went to the motel
to turn her first trick,
she backed out
and she called me for a ride.
And when I went to pick her up,
I got so mad...
Did you strangle her?
I grew up a little king.
And then fate
turned me into dirt,
and ever since,
I've been trying to get fate
to work back in my direction,
but it won't.
I mean, nothing
was working.
None of my plans-- nothing.
Nothing was working out.
So, this woman--
the drugs,
the prostitution--
she just got in the wrong cab?
Fate.
Go ahead and write it down
for us, Frank.
Go ahead.
Full statement
in his own handwriting.
Slam dunk.
Commissioner will be
glad to hear your name
associated with something
positive again.
He'll be calling
with an "attaboy."
Chief, Detective Owen
was the one who got him to flip.
His case.
I was just along for the ride.
I've seen you around.
How many years you got
in Homicide?
Eleven.
Eleven?
Well, good work.
Expect that call.
So, uh, what do you
think about Natasha?
You convinced
she's done lying?
She gets her walk.
Anything else, Detective?
I was waiting for you
to say something.
Here, take this.
Is this yours or, like, some
sort of widow/orphan fund?
'Cause I'm not taking that.
I earn my money.
It's Frank's.
All right? Yours.
From the grave site.
It was five grand.
The other four's
getting vouchered.
It's enough
to get you home
or whatever else you want,
but you got a shot here.
Someone like you
doesn't get many of those.
In fact, this may be
your only one ever.
So use it wisely.
Does your partner know
about this?
What does that matter?
Just want to know
who to thank.
I'll pass on your thanks.
I really remind you
of your sister, huh?
A little.
All right.
Okay, why are you
staring at me?
I don't know. You're good at this.
Yeah.
And generating a lot of revenue.
You know, some uniform cop
comes in here every day
with a 50 spot for
coffee and donuts.
What do you know?
Thank you, big brother.
I don't quite have
a finger on you yet.
Giving it up to the
Chief of D's like you did.
The photos were your idea.
Yeah, but he gave
you the nod.
You could have just
run with it.
You really don't have
a finger on me.
Uh-huh.
So, did the, uh...
did the commissioner call?
Mm-hm.
Felt good, huh?
I mean, there was a time
when that kind of thing
really mattered.
Sure.
But, uh,
if you do this for the glory,
you're going to get burned
every time.
But if you do it
for what's in here,
you always come out
on top, so...
So it felt good, right?
You're damn right
it felt real goo
Felt real good.
Well?
I said all the things
you told me to.
It's Frank's. Yours.
From the grave site.
It was five grand.
The other four's
getting vouchered.
He gave you the money?
I'm off the hook, right?
You and me are done.
He copped to stealing the money
from Frank's stash?
Yeah.
He made it seem
like the partner knew, too.
Oh, I doubt that's true.
But even implying it
sets him up for an E felony.
Those dumb bastards.
Seems like an all right guy.
What do you have against him?
Natasha, sometimes people
just don't know their place.
They don't know how to
play with the big boys.
An example would be you
asking me stupid questions.
Am I supposed to give this
to you?
Ah, keep the money.
I'm no thief.
If you talk about
this to anyone,
you say anything,
I will come down on you
like the wrath of God.
Out.
They try to do the
right thing, these folks.
They can get caught up
and make bad decisions.
Revenge can be ugly.
I learned that the hard way.
So did she.
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Please don't hurt me!
Please don't hurt me!
Freeze!
Don't move.
Shoot me now, I'll kill her!
I'll kill everybody!
Hear me?
His heroism was
reported by numerous onlookers,
as was the life-saving CPR
he administered to his partner.
Good jump would be Anti-Crime.
I want to be
in the Homicide Task Force.
You've only been
on the job three years.
You'd be the least
experienced by a decade.
You haven't made your bones.
You're saying I was a hero.
The commissioner offered me
a gold shield.
I want my due.
I'm not sure how
things are shaking out
but maybe we're partnered up.
You're not.
I'm your partner.
You probably noticed that me and
your partner, we don't mesh.
Jealousy.
I know a little something
about young men
and how they deal
with their devils...
and how it can cost them.
Dearly.
Police, you son of a bitch.
Freeze!
Hey! Watch it!
I've never heard
of the police commissioner
attending the funeral of
a confidential informant.
They're an important
part of the job
and they die forgotten.
But you stand away.
Well, it's doubtful his
associates knew he was a snitch.
Could bring trouble
to the family.
And you...
what's your association
with a known Crip?
You've got an eye for politics.
You'll do fine in this job.
My old partner said that
some CI's just want the money,
but others are trapped
in a life.
They've got to live that life,
but they also try
to do right sometimes.
He said they deserve
our attention.
Got someone else here
I need to visit.
I've been working
for you a week.
You've mentioned
Don Owen every day.
Well, he taught me a lot.
Or at least
he'd lay out a path.
The actual learning...
I always did that
the hard way.
Either you're insane
or broken in the skull!
There's no other excuse
for commenting to the press
on an active investigation!
You got as much business
working Homicide
as wearing a dress.
20 bucks
he starts to cry.
No, he won't.
And even if he did,
he wouldn't be the first one.
And it probably wouldn't be
because he ripped the ass
out of a pair of pants
that were too tight for him.
That's hilarious.
You're a funny guy, Don.
Laugh riot.
Unprofessional bastards.
I spent $900 on
a business venture
that just completely
laid an egg.
"Defectives"?
Disastrous misspelling.
Here-- it's a double XL.
Owen...
soft-ass target.
You took your jerk pill
today, huh, Arroyo.
He doesn't leave your sight.
Any more screwups and
I'm back in uniform.
Where the commissioner
thinks I belong.
Dworaczyk--
coldest case on record.
And we're working it until
we catch a fresh one, so...
get your little heart
a-pumpin'.
Can we, uh, can we work
in the diner?
On the corner?
That's probably a good idea.
You done with this yet?
This schlong-measuring
contest with Clark?
There's no contest there.
Listen, I know the three-nine
was your little kingdom
before Clark got here, and you
like things a certain way,
but you lose focus when you
get this angry and intense.
Except I'm exactly
the opposite.
If our young friend has
a chip on his shoulder,
that's his business.
Yeah? Who sold him out
to the press, huh?
Who made it look like
he was commenting
on an open case?
That's just a tap
from a senior detective
saying "know your place."
I got plenty of those
on my way up.
I survived.
Now, Detective, a favor?
Step off my ass.
See, now you're
proving my point.
'Cause you don't
talk to me like that...
right?
Freshen you up, hon?
Working on my diner lingo.
Yeah, it's really
coming along.
Three days you've been
partnered up?
Yeah.
He giving you grief?
Enough to make me want to crawl
under my desk sometimes.
Well, if it gets too bad,
you know where to find me--
slinging hash.
Aw, she can't be
your sister.
She's all sweet
and personable.
She's funny, too.
Mm-hmm.
I saw you giving her dough
back at the precinct
the other day.
You support her?
Yeah, as much as I can.
She still living
with your aunt?
No, she's living with me.
It's rent-free,
if she keeps this job.
Oh, my God, the shock.
You're sweet
and personable, too.
You're like her parent
or something.
I thought we were working
on Dworaczyk.
You know, you come off like
some kind of a lone wolf,
but, in reality,
you got, like...
like a cub back at the den.
Nice. So I'm a she-wolf.
Yeah, we're done
on this subject.
Yeah, well, you want
to ruin things for her,
and yourself, too,
Wolfman?
Revenge on Arroyo.
Who said I was out
for revenge?
It's lit up on your forehead
like a neon sign.
You get back at Arroyo,
then he comes after you again,
and this don't end until
one of you's wearing a bullet.
Listen, junior, the job
ain't about getting even,
it's about helping people
who can't help--
Call in a 10-31.
What, what the hell are you...?
Hey!
Police, you son
of a bitch!
Freeze!
Hey! Watch it!
You, genius, are under arrest.
Aw, geez, how old are you?
Twelve?
Eighteen and a half.
I was just getting my stuff
from a friend's place,
you big idiot.
Yeah? Who's your friend?
Jo... Anne.
So does Jo... Anne
hang onto your Xbox,
your cuff links and
your man's wristwatch?
You're taking a ride.
Come on, this isn't fair!
It'll be good.
You can learn a trade in the
joint-- maybe locksmithing--
so, next time, you can
break in the front door.
Hey, what if I knew
about something?
Could we talk about that?
Maybe make a deal?
'Cause I know where
there's a dead body.
I keep stuff here sometimes.
Stolen goods.
Just stuff.
Last night, I came down
and I saw this.
Female, Jane Doe... mid-20's.
Signs of strangulation.
She's wearing a tank top
and a miniskirt, so...
She's a hooker.
Her pimp or dealer,
take your pick.
I'm gonna try to keep an open
mind on it for ten minutes.
That's a waste
of ten minutes.
Owen's up to catch--
his call.
- And her?
- Street thief.
She uses this basement as
a place to stash her haul,
and the occasional hangout.
- Her story hold up?
- So far.
Clark's on it.
McKenzie.
Came in at midnight.
I was just going
to drink beer
and watch a movie
on my laptop,
but then I saw the body,
I flipped, and I just ran.
You, uh, you live on the street?
Sometimes.
Or couch surfing.
Sorry. I didn't mean
to clock you so hard.
I didn't realize you
were, you know, female.
Look, don't play nice.
If you're a jerk, be a jerk,
so I don't get my hopes up
that you're not a jerk,
and wind up disappointed.
That I don't need.
You know, my, uh, my sister
says the same thing.
"That I don't need."
Yeah?
Great.
Missing Persons says
DOA matches description
of an Anne Brunell,
whose sister reported
her missing yesterday.
And if that's her,
then her six-year-old
daughter's missing, too.
Geez, it's gonna be
a press storm.
Canvass the building
and the surrounding area.
Inch by inch.
Get it moving fast.
Hey, start the canvass.
Check back in once you've
covered the block.
That's funny,
'cause I was gonna suggest
you do the same thing,
because it's our case.
It's my case.
So don't tell me
we got a dead woman
and a missing kid, and you
two guys are squaring off?
All for one, and one for all.
We run this like I say.
No screwing around,
no revenge.
Hey, Wolf...
you hearing me?
Absolutely.
♪ Golden Boy 01x02 ♪
The Price of Revenge
Original Air Date on March 5, 2013
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
♪
My sister.
She was doing so...
so good.
I think right now, my ear ringing.
I can't believe this.
Ma'am, when did
you first realize
your sister was missing?
Yesterday.
She drops Abigail
off at my house with my nanny
on her way to NYU.
She's...
She's studying accounting.
She never showed.
Did your sister have a
habit of disappearing?
No, I know where you're
going with this.
You've seen her
criminal records.
For drug possession.
You can't just
classify her
as another dead junkie.
My sister, she had Cyclothymia.
It's a form of
bipolar disorder.
When she's depressed,
she can't be held responsible.
Was it stress that triggered
the depression?
The condition runs
in my family.
Was there something,
someone,
putting pressure on her?
Uh, Brad... Knopfler,
Abigail's father.
Anne said he'd be in
touch to see Abigail,
but he probably
just wanted money.
Anne wasn't sure he was clean.
Do you think he'd hurt her?
He got into her
when she was so down,
took her money,
got her into coke,
knocked her up and just bailed.
How do we find this guy?
Where's my niece?
Where's Abigail?
You think I'd do something
to hurt my little girl
or her mom?
You've got the wrong idea
about me; I'm not that guy.
According to your record,
you were "that guy" a year ago.
You took a collar
for taking a sledgehammer
to an ATM
to try to steal
the money inside.
That puts you in the
classification of criminal
we call profoundly stupid.
Yes, and I did six months
for that; now I'm clean.
And you've been calling Anne,
haven't you?
To see Abigail,
who is missing,
and clearly not with me,
so you're wasting time.
Hey.
We found out you filed
a petition
for sole custody
and you got rejected.
Now...
that had to sting.
Lays out a neat motive
for you to kill her
and take your little girl,
don't you think?
Wait a minute.
Anne was using again,
and she wouldn't admit it.
I filed for custody
so she'd see
how serious it was. I'm...
I'm a different guy now.
M.E. puts her death at 24 hours ago--
where were you?
All I've been is back
and forth between work
and the halfway house.
I'm tracked all the time.
Please, check it now.
Brad's alibi pans out
for the moment.
He said the DOA had been acting
odd for the last six weeks.
Start over, Detective.
ADA O'Connor, Walter Clark.
Acting odd how?
Uh, she failed
to return phone calls,
uh, looked pale, looked
like she wasn't sleeping.
He called it junkie behavior.
Or exhaustion
from being a single mother.
Yeah, but the sister
said that Anne
was a good mother
when she wasn't using.
Toxicology says she was.
Anything come up on the canvass?
No, blank.
But based on the lividity,
M.E. determined
she wasn't murdered
in the basement,
just dumped there.
So where was she murdered?
We're working on it.
Oh. I'll tell that to the D.A.
That you're working
on it.
What about the tipster?
Natasha Radkovich.
Eighteen.
Priors are burglary
and possession.
She's angling for a walk, I...
No, she gets nothing
until we find out what the hell
happened to Anne Brunell
and locate that little girl.
Homicide.
Detective Arroyo.
Nah, they're indisposed.
What do you got?
Thank you.
Pardon the interruption.
A surveillance camera at NYU
has Anne Brunell getting
into a taxi with her daughter
an hour before
her estimated time of death.
We traced the
medallion number
to Kilgore Cabs,
Vernon Boulevard.
The cabbie could be the
last person to see her alive.
Kilgore Cabs is pulling
in the driver,
then we'll get his trip log.
I'll leave you to it.
So, Miss ADA?
How were your
seats for Wicked?
They were amazing.
You're the best
scalper in town.
Independent ticket agent.
Miss O'Connor?
I, uh...
I feel like I may have
offended you somehow.
Except we've never met.
The press always circles
a missing child case,
and any loose chatter makes
my job a lot harder.
So we may not have met,
but your reputation
precedes you.
Just don't muddle the case.
Don't even think
about that woman.
Too late.
I'll meet you down.
Hey, you know what?
I think I'm gonna leave
this one to you guys.
Don't know if it takes
five people
to interview a cabbie.
Tip log's filling up.
I'll see if there's anything
worth pursuing.
Come on, spill it.
Clark and Owen get on my nerves
for reasons I got to work out,
and I will,
but for now,
a little distance won't kill us.
It might help keep us alive.
That's very mature.
And unlike you.
See you back.
What? What did I do?
Do you know
what a blood print is?
It's when your fingerprint
is found in the blood of a DOA.
Which means it had
to have been made
after the blood
was spilled, right?
Now...
I just got a phone call
from the Latent Print Unit,
who found your bloody
fingerprint
on the plastic
that the DOA was wrapped in.
So you're lying
that you never
touched the body
and that you just found it.
Got to be.
Scientifically.
You have something to do
with Anne Brunell's death?
No, I do not.
But you know more
than you're saying,
don't you,
you dumb little bitch?
Bitch?
Yeah, I want to talk
to the other detective,
the one with the eyebrows.
He didn't get the truth.
So now you get me,
who can communicate better
with street rats like you.
Did someone shove you
around growing up?
Hey, we got a missing kid,
and the longer you lie,
the less likely we are
to get her back alive.
I don't know anything
about it.
Explain the bloody print!
Explain your pinstripes
and hair gel.
Bloody print. Murder rap.
At least Eyebrows
had a shred of class.
You're the bitch, bitch!
Now, are we clear
who's in charge?
Then let's start over.
...information
on the whereabouts
of six-year-old Abigail Brunell
should be called
in to Crime Stoppers
or your local police station.
Miss Brunell was last
spotted in your taxi,
so you might've been one of the
last people to see her alive.
Anything you can
remember about her?
Nah.
I mean,
if you guys hadn't come in,
I wouldn't even know
we interacted.
The story is everywhere.
The TV, it's crazy.
NYU pick up, two nights ago,
around 9:00 p.m.?
Well, that's like
a hundred other days
and female fares.
If you guys want to know
the drop off,
I'd have to see
the trip log.
My uncle's got all that.
Thanks.
Mm-hm.
Your, uh, your uncle
own the cab company?
Oh, yeah.
He's a big-time cab mogul.
Frank's trip log for
the last 48 hours.
Got an NYU fare two nights
ago to Williamsburg.
Does his mileage compute?
Why wouldn't it?
You're looking at
Frank for something?
What'd he do?
It's our job
to ask the questions.
You trying to put
us out of work?
Just saying, Frank's a good kid;
he works his ass off.
All right, thanks.
Why's this Kilgore
so uptight?
Why's his nephew got teeth
like a junkie?
And the attention
span of a flea.
Either way, we got
to put a pin in it.
Arroyo's stealing
your case.
So, Latent called
with this blood print when?
Just after you guys ducked out
to the cab company.
So I asked Natasha about it,
and she admitted she'd disturbed
the DOA and removed this.
DOA's pocket book.
Which Natasha rifled
for cash and ditched.
I recovered it in a trash can
near the crime scene.
Inside was a Post-it with an
address to the Royal Dove Inn
in Williamsburg, time of 9:30,
name Damon Moore,
an accountant
for Klemmer/Stein.
Previous collar
for soliciting.
Sounds like a john.
Likely her last.
Get to Klemmer/Stein,
talk to the guy.
You and McKenzie
run the interview.
Lieutenant...
I just want progress.
Now move.
Natasha, I mentioned
my sister before...
so trust me that I know
a little about girls like you.
How they get
mixed up in things,
and how they lie.
I wanted the money,
so I took the wallet.
That's it.
I can't help you if your
story keeps changing.
But I want to help you.
All right?
I get you.
No, you don't.
But if you want
to "get" something,
I could use a soda.
Grape, if you have it.
Look at me.
What happened to you?
I walked into a door.
As in, piss off.
Hey.
You lay hands on that girl?
You gullible dink.
You never heard of a skell
trying to earn
with a fake injury?
She doesn't seem the type,
but you,
well, you got a reputation.
I'll bet you've
never had to check
for a pulse on
a dead little kid.
Well, you're going to if
we don't get to her now.
I'm just being proactive.
Wherever you go, we go.
Hey, hey, hey.
Come on.
Where were you
two nights ago
at 9:00 p.m., Mr. Moore?
Uh, working? I don't know.
Let me think.
We'll think for you.
You arranged
to see a whore at
the Royal Dove Inn.
it..Wa
Mr. Moore, a woman is dead
and a child is missing.
Now the clock is
ticking on this little girl.
Now you're gonna be honest
with us or we're gonna
tell your boss
why we're really here.
The only way to get to the rooms
is to pass the front desk.
Mario can tell you
that no one ever came.
What are you,
such a whore monger you're on
a first-name basis
with the motel guy?
Write down the information
for this pimp service.
Arroyo hit Natasha
in the face.
Look, I've never known him
to hit a woman before.
Are you sure?
How'd you hook up
with this pimp originally?
He's a cabbie.
I got into his cab one night.
He gave me a card
and said he can get me women.
Describe this cabbie.
White...
mid-20s,
dresses like a college kid.
Frank Kilgore.
Running prostitutes
out of his cab.
I'll take the door.
Last time, you nearly
got your head blown off.
Police!
Shh, shh, shh.
Abigail.
My mom said she had
something to do,
and I was supposed to sit
with this man,
and watch TV for a little.
My mom didn't want
to leave me with him,
but he looked like he was
really angry,
so she had to.
Abby? Oh, Abby!
Abby... Abby,
you sweet girl.
And now Frank's in the wind.
We'll hook into him.
We should be hooked
into him right now.
You got a little
edge in that tone of yours.
Who's that for, Arroyo or me?
He didn't think
he could get away
with stomping on your cases,
we'd have all been
on the same page
about Natasha's blood print.
Frank would now be in custody.
Yeah, and this case
ain't done, junior.
We got a murderer
running around loose,
and we're nowhere near
bagging him.
There's a time and a place
for flexing
your muscles and pumping
your chest.
This ain't it.
You understand?
Anne would never
prostitute herself
and leave Abby with this pimp.
We're looking
at every angle.
But you have
to find out the truth.
Because someday...
this is the only memory
that child's gonna
have of her mother,
and it can't be that.
Did my mom die?
Uh...
sweetheart...
Abby, can I tell you
something?
Your mommy is in a place where
she's safe and protected.
You know how
I know this?
Because my brother is in that
exact same place with her.
And he's the toughest cop
you will ever know.
And he's looking out
for her, okay?
Here, I got you
something.
Oh, you know my brand.
I saw it in
Frank's apartment.
CSU just swabbed the
bottle for evidence,
which we'll compare
against this,
which will put you
at Frank's place.
How long till we tie you into the
murder and kidnapping?
No, I didn't kill anyone
and I have nothing nothing to do
with that little girl.
I would never do that.
What did you do?
I thought Frank was
my boyfriend,
but he's just
some wannabe crime lord.
He tried to get me
to use his dope
to try and turn me out.
I couldn't do it.
Was he trying to do the same
thing with Anne Brunell?
How did she wind up dead?
I don't know.
The night before last,
he rolled up on me in his cab,
and he was in a panic,
and this body was
in the trunk.
He needed a place to put her,
so I showed him,
because he was out of his mind
and he had a gun.
All right.
Listen, I was robbing
that apartment this morning
'cause I want money
to go to Ohio.
I just want to go home.
I'm dirt broke because of him.
All right, all right,
tell me where I find him.
I don't know.
He said he was collecting
his cash and his dope.
It's hidden all over town.
Okay.
Where's his biggest stash?
I don't know.
Hey.
I just gave her a soda.
How did his parents die?
Car wreck,
15 years ago.
You didn't think I'd talk
to Natasha and track you down?
What'd you think,
I'd just be farting around
the office
looking in trash cans, wondering
where the hell you were?
I couldn't risk it getting back
to Arroyo, all right?
I'm trying to save Natasha
another fist to the face
and get this case back to
where it belongs, with us.
Us? You sure about that?
Not just you?
You see, 'cause this,
this ain't how it works
when you have a partner.
I didn't mean to imply
it's your fault
we don't have Frank Kilgore
locked up.
Yeah, you did!
Look, in the past, when Arroyo
would jump in the middle
of a case, it was 'cause he had
an angle on it, he could clear it.
Which was fine by me--
I don't lose any sleep
over my clearance rate.
But it's different now.
He's out for blood.
Him hitting that girl...
Fine.
I have been taking a back seat.
But listen,
I'm man enough
to accept the fact
that the game has changed,
that maybe I still got
something to learn.
Hey, I didn't
show up here wanting
to change anyone's game,
all right?
Yeah? Well, tough, junior.
You did change it.
So deal with it
like a man, huh?
And so will I.
And, by the way,
what makes you so sure
Frank's gonna show up
here tonight, anyway?
Well, I dug two ounces
of blow and a stack of cash
from the base of his mother's
grave, so he'll come for it.
Oh...
Hey, and not for nothing,
didn't you see
how I just snuck up
on your ass?
Well, that wouldn't happen
if you were hiding behind
the tree along
the Path of Tranquility.
We'll hear him coming
a mile away.
How do you know
this place so well?
I got somebody here.
She's on the way. Come on.
She was killed on a case.
One of those
forgotten folks
that helps us on the job.
I pay my respects
to those people.
Most of them just
got dealt a nasty hand.
Was she your CI?
The one Arroyo set up?
That's a long story.
Which you could
tell me, you know?
Then I could
ask you something,
and we could get to
know each other better.
We're talking about you now.
Earlier today,
you gave some cash
to a uniform cop--
Jenkins.
What are you up to?
I had him go to Agnes's diner
and buy coffee and donuts
for patrol.
I'm trying
to make her look good.
You see?
You are that she-wolf.
Please don't say that
to anyone else.
Did you hear that?
What the hell?!
What the hell?!
Hey, Frank!
Over here!
Police, Frank! Don't move!
That's your drugs and
get-of-town cash.
We got Natasha's
statement
about you dumping
Anne Brunell's body.
We got Anne Brunell's DNA
in the trunk of your taxi
and clean strangulation
marks that are
gonna match
those fingers.
And you got nothing to say?
Frank, we will pull
your cell, trace every...
Hang on, hang on.
Let's give Frank a break.
He looks...
You-- are you hungry?
Well, we'll bring you
something to eat.
Come on. Let's bring him
something to eat.
Feed him?
Maybe change his diaper, too?
We'll handle it
how we want.
You have a weak case
at best, Don.
And if it was just you
without Superboy around,
you'd let me at him.
We got it.
They got him in.
They lead.
Hey.
I really do believe
my partner wants the best
results in each case.
I also know he's being very
territorial and defensive.
So you got my back?
You're too good to be partnered
with a guy like him.
We're a good team.
But I think for myself.
I make my own decisions.
Nobody speaks for me.
And if there was a compliment
in there, well, then thank you.
That kid's wearing a Claddagh
for a much bigger man.
It's his father's.
Wonder how Frank feels
about these photos?
Yeah, he cries every time
he looks at them.
Thanks.
Hey, you got cash
off Frank, right?
I know he was collecting.
Yeah, from his parents' grave.
I earned that money.
The hardest way you can imagine.
Frank gave me nothing.
Please let me have it,
so I can start over.
There's a law
against that, Natasha.
It's called larceny.
How is it stealing if it's mine?
If you're going to arrest me,
just do it.
My uncle will get me some
fat-necked lawyer like always.
Your uncle walked
on you, Frank.
This was the last straw.
Did it start when
they died, Frank?
The drug use?
That angry lump
you got in your throat?
Is this what your folks
wanted for their little boy?
Murder, kidnapping,
burying cash and dope
at their graves?
Sometimes we can get
led down a path
because we pity ourselves
over something we call fate.
And we can get
so far down the road,
away from
our true selves.
But when that happens,
Frank, we got to correct it.
You got to own up.
Don't you think that's what
your dad would have wanted?
I know mine would, if I was you.
Walter's, too.
Look, Frank...
we want to give you a shot
to own this.
Put down the events
in your own words.
Or you're going
to end up in gen pop.
Wi them
skinny arms, Frank,
you're going to end up
being somebody's rag doll
within the first month
you're there.
Next thing you know,
you're in your cell
and you're stripping
your bedsheets to make a noose.
You got to talk
to us, Frank.
You talk to us,
and I promise you
we will fight
to get you segregation.
We will fight to make sure
your side of this is understood.
Or you don't...
and your whole life,
your whole life is a waste.
Come on, Frank.
Is that what they
would have
wanted for you?
No.
Where did you find Anne Brunell?
She hailed me down on MacDougal,
near NYU.
She was crying.
Why?
Something about her kid
and the dad.
And I asked
if she needed
a pick-me-up.
You gave her cocaine?
Got the hook in her?
Got her into debt?
Yep.
How did she end up dead, Frank?
When she...
went to the motel
to turn her first trick,
she backed out
and she called me for a ride.
And when I went to pick her up,
I got so mad...
Did you strangle her?
I grew up a little king.
And then fate
turned me into dirt,
and ever since,
I've been trying to get fate
to work back in my direction,
but it won't.
I mean, nothing
was working.
None of my plans-- nothing.
Nothing was working out.
So, this woman--
the drugs,
the prostitution--
she just got in the wrong cab?
Fate.
Go ahead and write it down
for us, Frank.
Go ahead.
Full statement
in his own handwriting.
Slam dunk.
Commissioner will be
glad to hear your name
associated with something
positive again.
He'll be calling
with an "attaboy."
Chief, Detective Owen
was the one who got him to flip.
His case.
I was just along for the ride.
I've seen you around.
How many years you got
in Homicide?
Eleven.
Eleven?
Well, good work.
Expect that call.
So, uh, what do you
think about Natasha?
You convinced
she's done lying?
She gets her walk.
Anything else, Detective?
I was waiting for you
to say something.
Here, take this.
Is this yours or, like, some
sort of widow/orphan fund?
'Cause I'm not taking that.
I earn my money.
It's Frank's.
All right? Yours.
From the grave site.
It was five grand.
The other four's
getting vouchered.
It's enough
to get you home
or whatever else you want,
but you got a shot here.
Someone like you
doesn't get many of those.
In fact, this may be
your only one ever.
So use it wisely.
Does your partner know
about this?
What does that matter?
Just want to know
who to thank.
I'll pass on your thanks.
I really remind you
of your sister, huh?
A little.
All right.
Okay, why are you
staring at me?
I don't know. You're good at this.
Yeah.
And generating a lot of revenue.
You know, some uniform cop
comes in here every day
with a 50 spot for
coffee and donuts.
What do you know?
Thank you, big brother.
I don't quite have
a finger on you yet.
Giving it up to the
Chief of D's like you did.
The photos were your idea.
Yeah, but he gave
you the nod.
You could have just
run with it.
You really don't have
a finger on me.
Uh-huh.
So, did the, uh...
did the commissioner call?
Mm-hm.
Felt good, huh?
I mean, there was a time
when that kind of thing
really mattered.
Sure.
But, uh,
if you do this for the glory,
you're going to get burned
every time.
But if you do it
for what's in here,
you always come out
on top, so...
So it felt good, right?
You're damn right
it felt real goo
Felt real good.
Well?
I said all the things
you told me to.
It's Frank's. Yours.
From the grave site.
It was five grand.
The other four's
getting vouchered.
He gave you the money?
I'm off the hook, right?
You and me are done.
He copped to stealing the money
from Frank's stash?
Yeah.
He made it seem
like the partner knew, too.
Oh, I doubt that's true.
But even implying it
sets him up for an E felony.
Those dumb bastards.
Seems like an all right guy.
What do you have against him?
Natasha, sometimes people
just don't know their place.
They don't know how to
play with the big boys.
An example would be you
asking me stupid questions.
Am I supposed to give this
to you?
Ah, keep the money.
I'm no thief.
If you talk about
this to anyone,
you say anything,
I will come down on you
like the wrath of God.
Out.
They try to do the
right thing, these folks.
They can get caught up
and make bad decisions.
Revenge can be ugly.
I learned that the hard way.
So did she.
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