Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 9, Episode 3 - Broad Channel - full transcript

Detective Nichols matches wits with an Irish crime boss from his past when a police officer is killed on the island community of Broad Channel.

In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal
offenders are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Some souls
are lost forever

Some hearts
won't e'er be found

When a sailor
seeks a journey

Never knowing
where it's bound

The best things
he can offer

Are a bowline
and a mast...

- It's Connolly's
and the bakery.



...And they're coming
awful fast

- Lovely.

We're a long, long way
from nowhere

With a long,
long way to go

Where these black tides

have carried me before

Delivered into darkness...

- Good morning, Mr. Dooley.
- Morning, boys.

Morning, Marvin.

- Hey, Jackie.
Just a sec.

- Moira...

As I live and breathe.

- Hello, Mr. Dooley.

- I need a hug.



- I've missed you.

- Oh, we missed you too.

That old office
just isn't the same.

- Well, I could come back.
I can still do afternoons.

- No, no, no, it's all right.
It's all right, darling.

I'm getting
her groceries today.

- Oh, no, Mr. Dooley.

- Thanks, Mr. Dooley.

- Think nothing of it.

You don't take care
of your own, who will, huh?

- Hey, I-I called
your office yesterday.

- Oh, yes.

I meant to call you back.

- I just thought
if you needed me for anything,

I'm good now.

I'm clean, I swear.

- Well, that's
wonderful news, Edward.

But you take care
of your mother.

I've got my eye on you.

- Thank you, Mr. Dooley.

- Well, detective,

what a pleasure it is
to see you

taking the time to grace us
here in Broad Channel.

- Listen to me.

We're a long, long way
from nowhere

With a long,
long way to go

Where these black tides

have carried me before

- Who you taking down?

- The russian.

- Valeyev?

I thought he was good people.

- Not today.

- You want a hand?

- Nah, get some rest.

They say a wise man
falls for nothing

But I haven't met one yet

Boatloads full
of broken fools

And the stumbles
they regret

Oh, we're all just cuts
and bruises

Yeah, we're only guts
and bones

Busted hulls and gunwales

Trying to find
our way back home

We're a long, long way
from nowhere

With a long,
long way to go

Where these black tides

Have carried me before

Get him, Jay.

- You've got the right
to remain silent, sport.

I suggest you use it.

Nice guy, huh?

What's your question?

We're a long, long way
from nowhere

With a long,
long way to go

Delivered into darkness

To the center of the sin

It's the middle
of nowhere

And I'm going back again

Sub by Adriano_CSI

We get snow, we're gonna
lose anything on the ground

in about two minutes.

Tell them to back up.

- I'm looking
at a tide chart.

We've got about 45 minutes

before a lot of this crime scene
is underwater.

- Well, blood spatter

indicates he was shot
from inside the car.

Took four shots.

Kevlar stopped three.

Tried to flee.

Took one
in the back of the head

on his way
out of the vehicle.

- Well, he never got
his gun out.

- The body was partially
immersed in seawater.

Liver temp's no good.

Have to determine
T.O.D. at the lab.

- What was he doing out here,
meeting somebody?

- Maybe an informant.

- Mm.
We got a shoe print.

Look at that. Three inches
from the high-tide line.

Somebody loves us.

- No, Your Honor...

Yes, sir.

Yes, if you could just hold
one moment, sir.

Yes, sir, I can confirm.

I'm holding his I.D.
It's detective Ryan Fields.

[indistinct police
radio chatter, sirens wail]

- Oh, no.

- What the hell
was he doing here?

- Did you know him?
- Yeah.

- Mind if I ask you
a couple questions?

- Just give us a moment, please.
This is our friend.

- Sure.

- This has to be
one of the wettest,

coldest places
that I've ever...

You're from the 116 Queens?

- Yeah.

- Careful about, uh,
stepping on his blood.

- Hey, you got
a problem, man?

- Hey, come on,
come on, come on.

- Welcome to Broad Channel.

M.E. puts time of death

between 2:00 and 3:00
last night.

Bullet fragments
are at ballistics.

Shoe print
is likely a dead end...

Size ten,
Nike Pegasus.

In Queens, they sell thousands
of that exact shoe.

- Yeah, well, LUDs say
he got a call on his cell

from a pay phone four blocks
from the scene at 1:40 A.M.

Unis are checking
security cameras

and canvassing to see
if anyone saw the caller.

- So we're thinking
that the shooter

was in his car with him?

- Seems so.

- What the hell was he doing
in Broad Channel?

- Nobody seems to know.

- Could've been a setup?

- Old-school
Irish neighborhood.

No shortage of bad guys.

Ross and I
had a few cases out there.

Everybody knows everything
about everybody,

but nobody talks.

- Maybe it was
a jumpy informant.

- I think
I remember Fields' name

on a few witness lists
in I.A.B.

I got to take this.

Have you interviewed
the widow yet?

- On our way there now.

- Yeah, Callas...

Did your husband
actually mention,

uh, where he was going,

or who he was meeting?

- No, I'm sorry.

I just saw him in the morning
before he left for work.

He never said too much
about where he was going.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Atwater. Queens.

- Yes.

- We interrupting?

- I'm done.

Cassie,
thank you for your time.

I'll give you a call
in a couple hours.

You gonna be okay?
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- So understandably,
everybody wants in,

but the 116
is gonna handle this.

You okay with that?

- Actually, I'm not.

- [scoffs]
okay.

So we'll talk later.

Have a nice day.

- He was a cop.
He got threatened every day.

- Yeah, sorry, I know.

We have to ask
these questions.

- Yeah, I already spoke
with our people.

- Your people?
- From Ryan's precinct.

You know, they know
how it works over here.

They'll get his killer.

- This is such a nice house.

Is this...
is that the Caribbean?

- It's Jamaica.

- You have a place in,
in Jamaica?

- What's your point?

- Oh, I don't really
have a point.

It's just, uh, geez, I've always
wanted a place in Jamaica.

How much does
a place like that run?

- It's a time-share.

We don't own it.
- Uh, I see.

- What are you suggesting?

- Mrs. Fields, no one
is suggesting anything.

- Well, it sounds
like he is.

- My gosh, no, no.

It's just a...
you know, a place in Jamaica...

- Well, Ryan inherited
some income property

when his father died.

You know, we do okay.

- How much?

- How much what?

- How much income property?

- You know,
I get what you're saying,

And I don't like it.

- I'm not...
I'm not saying anything.

- What you are implying
about my husband...

Now, I want you both
to leave.

I want you out of here.

- Nicely done.

- I understand
we have to coordinate

with the precinct in Queens.

Chief, I'm not new
to jurisdictional procedure.

- It's in
everyone's interest...

- And I replied affirmatively
in my email.

- Captain, not...
not to raise any flag,

But already you've got people
blundering around Broad Channel.

- Hey, hang on a minute.

Major Case detectives
do not blunder around.

- Call that
a bad choice of words.

But may I speak freely?
- Yeah, I'd like that.

- Have you ever been
to Broad Channel?

- Before today, no.

- Well, Captain,
it's a different world.

It's an island community...
one road in, one road out.

People are different
out there.

Now, I would bet
our shooter's on the island,

But they're not gonna rat him
out to M.C.S.

because to them,
you guys are aliens.

- And you know this because?

- I grew up there.

Our precinct
has informants there.

I have informants there.

I'm pleading with you.

I just got off the phone
with the widow in this case.

Ten minutes
with your detectives,

she's no longer cooperating.

Let us handle Broad Channel.

- When you have a sec.

- If it's about Fields,
come on in.

I think you know everyone.

- We went through
Detective Fields' tax records.

- And?

Let's hear it.

- He owned several buildings
in Queens,

But rents have dropped.

They've gone sharply
unprofitable recently.

- It's possible that when
the economy was better,

He was using those buildings
to mask income.

- Income made how?

- We're not yet ready
to say that.

- Oh, sure you are.

You're suggesting
that he was dirty.

- No.

Uh, but I'm suggesting

That it's something
that we should look at.

- He was having trouble
paying his bills,

like half the city.

- Detectives,

You can look
at whatever you want,

but you'll be sharing
information

With the 116 in Queens.

Understood?

- I'll pull his file
from I.A.B.,

But from here on out,

you've got to coordinate
with Atwater.

Clear?

[knock on door]

- Honey, it's me.

Hey.

I got you some soup
and your pills.

- I'm not hungry.

- Come on.
Here, take your pill.

- This is my life...

Soup and methadone.

- Look,
I'll heat this up for you.

You got to be strong.

- For what?
- What?

- For what?
- For your future.

Jackie's gonna take care
of you now.

I called him twice today.

He's gonna take care of you
for what you did.

- That's what he said?

- You got to trust me, son.

- He better.

- Like your new office?

- Very much.

- [chuckles]

Nice view, huh?
City hall?

- How far is that,
you think?

- Depends on how
you plan to get there.

[chuckles]

I need a favor...

Fields' file.

- Zo, no indictments
were ever brought against him.

He's dead.

Whatever he was into,

Dead cops are hero cops.

Oh, don't look at me
like that.

You know you would have done
exactly the same thing.

- Charles, the identity of our
shooter might be in that file.

You want to make it
to City Hall,

then let me give you a tip.

You don't ever look reluctant

to help me investigate
a cop killing.

Fields was under investigation
at the time of his murder.

And here's
an interesting tidbit.

He had another cell phone,

and there are
a large number of calls

to and from someone
named Jackie Dooley.

- I was wondering
when his name would come up.

That son of a bitch.

- You have history?

- Yeah,
you could say that.

- Spill.

- He's an old-school
Irish boss.

Pretty much
runs Broad Channel.

Ross and I went after him,
uh, three or four times.

- For what?

- Extortion,
loan-sharking, fraud,

and once for conspiracy
to commit murder.

He's a one-stop shop.

Just so you know, we never made
a damn thing stick.

- Let's talk to him.

- In Broad Channel?

You know I can't say yes
to that, technically.

- Understood.

- All right, boys.
Listen up.

Listen up, everybody.
Move to the center, here.

Come on.
I got to talk to you.

Okay.
Come on, Dolan, you too...

Over here.

Now, I've come here today

with my beautiful
assistant, Melodie,

to make an announcement

about the scholarships to
the athletic camp this summer.

Huh?

[children cheering]

Okay, here we go.

These are the names.

Oh, boys,
heads are gonna roll here,

'cause it says here

that you all
have scholarships.

[children cheering]

Huh? We'll see you all
in camp this summer.

Now, here,
we got some T-shirts for you.

How have you been?

- [scoffs]

Hi, Jackie.

- I was so sorry to hear
about your old partner.

Always had the greatest respect
for Captain Ross.

I sent flowers, you know.

- Flowers from you?

I wouldn't consider that
a sign of respect.

- And I don't call that
very gracious.

- Tell us about Fields.

- Oh, dear god.

What a terrible thing
to happen here in Broad Channel.

I mean, what sort of person
walking among us

could do a brutal thing
like that?

- The two of you
had 14 phone conversations

In the last six weeks.

- Is that right?
- Yep.

- Sounds a bit high.
- We counted them.

- I hope
you're not suggesting

that I had any connection
with that tragic event...

- 14 calls...
what did you guys talk about?

- Because that
would be monstrous.

- What subject
did you and Detective Fields

Find so mutually interesting?

- You know,
I shouldn't be shocked,

But I am.

It's a dark world
you must live in, my friend.

Now, I don't believe
I have any obligation

to speak to you
about this matter,

but out of respect
for your late, lamented partner,

I'll make an exception.

I was, uh...

How will I say it?

Informing.

- You were a C.I.
For fields?

- That's such a nasty term...
so clinical.

Now, you listen
to me, Nichols.

There's many people out here
that want a piece

of my lovely island.

Jamaicans, Russians,
terrible sorts of folk.

Uh, time to time,
I get a bit of news on them

I don't mind passing along.

Hmm?

Now, if you don't mind,

I'm gonna go cast off,
Lieutenant.

- It's Detective.

- Oh, yeah?

I would have thought
you got promoted by now.

- Coincidence your
arresting officer ended up dead?

How well did you know
Detective Fields?

- What do I get
if I tell you?

- It depends
how well you knew him.

- I paid him.

- What for?

- What do you think?

- Right.

So you paid him, but he,
but he still busted you?

That doesn't sound like

a very well thought-out
arrangement to me.

- He was jacking us.

- Oh, your payment
got raised.

- Yeah.

- And you refused?

- I'm in here now.
What do you think?

- Who else
was paying Fields?

- In Queens?
Everybody.

- Jackie Dooley?

- Everybody.

- All right,
that's motive.

Dooley was getting jacked up
by Fields.

- Yeah, but so was
everyone else.

- But Dooley has means.

He could have made that happen
in a heartbeat.

- Not a chance.

- Why?
[door buzzes]

- Like you said,
Dooley's old school.

They won't kill a cop.

Look, I know you want him.
It's just not there.

Let's see who else Fields
was jacking up.

- His case files.

- Detective Atwater.

We want to see
Detective Fields' case log,

Plus all the 61s he caught
over the past two years.

- And that would be
for what reason?

- We want to see
who's mad at him.

- Oh, well, I hate to intrude
on your line of reasoning,

But we already identified
our shooter over an hour ago.

- Come again?
- How?

- An informant
coughed him up.

Eddie Boyle,
two-time loser.

Fields busted him
for possession a few weeks ago.

I guess he didn't want
to go back to jail.

Warrant's gonna be here
any minute.

You feel like
getting a coffee?

- No, thanks.
I'm f--I'm fine.

- I actually
wasn't asking you, sport,

but you're welcome
to come along.

Coffee, and then we're gonna
drive out to Broad Channel,

find Eddie Boyle.

- Sure.
That sounds nice.

[tires screeching]

- What's the matter?
- Mrs. Boyle.

- I don't know.
- You got to let us in.

- Still on Jackie Dooley?

- What's Eddie Boyle
doing in Fields' car

at 2:00 in the morning
with a gun?

- Mrs. Boyle.

He's not gonna be here.

His mom's got him stashed
somewhere, if I know her.

You got to let us in.

- You can't come in here.

- We got
Nike Pegasus shoes here.

We got blood spatter.

I don't have
to say anything to you.

- Mrs. Boyle?

- Jackie says I don't have
to tell you anything.

- Can you wait a minute?
- I need to talk to Mr. Dooley.

Put Mr. Dooley on.

Don't tell me
that, Melodie.

I need to...

Oh, okay.

Okay.
No, I'll, I'll hold.

- Say, I...

I know you.

- Do you mind?
I'm on the phone.

- No, I think I know you.
Where did we meet?

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, yeah, yeah,
it was in his office,

Jackie's office.

- So what?

- You were his secretary.

- None of your business
what I was.

Oh, yeah, Jackie.
Hello.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, that's what...

[continues indistinctly]

I know. I didn't want
to open the door.

- Does that strike you
as significant at all,

that the shooter's mother

worked for Jackie for, as
I remember, some years?

Jackie wants Fields gone.

He knows the kid
that pulled the trigger.

- Well done.

You just proved
that someone in Broad Channel

Has a connection
with Jackie Dooley.

It means nothing.

I want the shooter.

Any thoughts?

- She'll tell Jackie
where his son is.

- You think?

- She's in love with the guy.

- Oh, that maybe
should be past tense.

- No, look at her
talking to him.

It's all over her face.

She'll tell him
anything he asks.

That could maybe
work for us.

- I like it.

- I don't know.

- Why not?

- Well, one:
he's not gonna do it.

And number two:
even if he does

and she actually tells him,

he'll lie to us
and say that she didn't.

- Not if he has no connection,
which he doesn't.

- Also, it serves
his purpose.

- Takes the heat off him.

- To get the real truth,
we make him wear a wire.

- Jackie Dooley
wearing a wire for us?

I don't see that happening.

- If he really wants
this to go away, why not?

- Might be helpful

to get the full picture.

- Worth a shot.

Moira Boyle.

- She's a fine woman.
What about her?

- How well do you know her?

- [laughs]
None of your damn business.

- We need your help

To find her son Eddie.

- My help?

Hmm.
How ironic.

- Moira'll tell you
where her boy is if you ask.

- Well, I'm not
in an asking mood.

Plain fact is,
I don't inform on my own.

You can call it
a sense of honor.

A thing most rare
in these environs.

And I'm not
going to defile it

for a man
who defiled his uniform.

May I go?
- Sit down!

- Unless you're gonna
arrest me, I can walk.

You just can't get past it,
can you?

- Not some things.

- Can I just...?

Mr. Dooley...

Maybe you're right, hmm?

Maybe Fields was dirty.

You know, maybe in some way
of looking at it,

he got what he deserved.
- Hmm.

- I don't know.
I'm not a judge.

But what I do know

is that the kid who killed him
has got to come in.

Smoke?

[lighter clicks]

This thing
in Broad Channel...

- Yeah, what?

You think
I would hire a junkie

to assassinate
a police officer

in my own backyard?

- It's a ridiculous idea.
- Yeah.

- But we can't let this stand.

You know that.

Now, let me
ask you a question.

Moira's son...
He's a Broad Channel boy.

It serves no one

if he gets found
and killed out there.

- I know.

It would be a bad thing.

- So get Moira to talk.

That's our best shot
at keeping this

from getting any uglier,

because sooner or later,
he's gonna get cornered,

and then he's gonna start
banging away,

and it's gonna be pop, pop, pop
all over the neighborhood.

- I know.

- So give us a hand, huh?

Do it for Broad Channel.

Please, Mr. Dooley,
we, we have nowhere else to go.

- Would I have
to wear a wire?

- I've been doing this
a while,

and, uh,
in all those years,

I have never seen
such a complete pile

Of unadulterated--
- It was effective.

- The game
they played in there?

It has stink
written all over it.

What are you,
dazzled by the guy?

- Nichols, back to earth.

- Hmm?

- I'm not dazzled.
I'm playing him.

And don't deny
that you're playing him too.

All that
righteous indignation...

You're doing it
just to fire Atwater up.

- You're good.

- Or maybe you were just
too obvious.

Anyway, let's hope it works
and we get something.

[van door slides closed]

- No Atwater?
Why isn't he hovering around?

- He said he'd brief
the E.S.U. Guys

And cover the area
from a police launch,

in case Eddie Breaks
for open water.

- Good.
So we go without him.

Oop. Jackie.

- Jackie, I'm so glad
you called me.

- Well, my dear,
I know you're in need,

and that
distresses me greatly.

And we have a very serious thing
to talk about.

- Well, I knew
you could help me out.

- Well, I'm gonna try.

- Oh, well,
I, I'm so relieved

That I can count on you.

- Is there something wrong
with the mic?

- She's running her hand
over it.

- I want to protect your boy.
- Ew.

- And I think
I know how to fix it.

Now, here's
what we got to do.

We got to be wise here.

Mix a little wisdom,
a little mercy.

Help me help him.

Are you with me?

- Yeah.

- Now, the thing is...

And this is hard to accept...

I can't help him
until he's been taken in.

- Wait, taken in?

- Yeah.
Now, I know, sweetheart.

It's a terrible pill
to swallow,

but it's for his own good.

And once he's been taken in,
I can begin to shift my levers,

use my connections,
try to make a deal for him.

- But to turn himself in,
Jackie...

- No, no, no.
It's for his own good.

But right now
he's out there

with a thousand
trigger-happy police chaps

looking under every rock
and stone for him.

- Oh, Jesus.

- Think about it.

Tell me, darling.

Tell your Jackie
where the boy is.

[loud rustling]

- I thought
he would be safest...

Away from the house,

And...

[sighs] God, Jackie,
he looks so awful.

- I know.

- I put him over there,

and I told him not to open
that door for nobody.

He's just down the way
at Smitty's.

- Smitty's.

Anybody know
a place called Smitty's?

Moira's saying that Eddie
is hidden at Smitty's.

Do you know where that is?
- Smitty's boat rental.

It's closed for the season.

It's out in the deep channel
on 12th Road.

Have E.S.U. mount up.

[engine revving]

- Surround the entire area,

But nobody moves in
until we get there.

And no flashing lights
or sirens.

[gun cocks]

- Eddie?

- He's so precious to me.

- I know.

- I hope one day
he'll be precious to you too.

- I know.

- You know, I never wanted
to be a burden to you.

[gunshots]

- We just heard shots fired.
What the hell is going on?

- What the hell was that?

- It's his gun.

I had no choice.

- Everybody back.

This is a crime scene.

- Watch your language,
Detective.

I did what I had to do.

- Cordon off this area.

And nobody touches that gun.

[indistinct chatter,
Moira sobbing]

- Oh, god!

[continues sobbing]

- No question he's dirty.

This was all about him.

- I know.

- Ah, there we go.

So look at this.

Jackie, the boss.

- Moira Boyle,
former secretary.

- All right.

Uh, years ago,

when, as a lovely young lady,

She was claimed by
the, uh, Lord of Broad Channel.

- Until Jackie moved
someone younger into her place.

- Thank you so much.

Uh, every three or four years,
he takes on a new model.

- Moira is on her own

with a loser son
with a drug record,

who she's pushing jackie
to hire.

That is the first thread.

Now, watch this.

Second thread:

Jackie has a deal
with Fields.

Jackie pays Fields...

- To keep Queens cops
off his back,

but Fields starts
to have financial problems,

starts jacking people.

- But there's another cop.

A dirty, ambitious cop.

Are you with me?

- Now's your chance
to say Atwater--

Grew up in Broad Channel.
- That's right.

- So Atwater tells Jackie

he wants to step
into Fields' shoes...

- And then
Jackie says to him,

"Well, there might be
some way

I can help you out
with that."

Jackie does it
without doing it.

- Which is why
you never caught him

and why he'll skate
this time.

Atwater
didn't pick up Eddie.

Fields did
and ended up dead.

There's no link to Jackie.

- Well...

This time
I think there is.

- So you, you kill my boy,

And now you're threatening me
with arrest?

- You hid your son
knowing he was a fugitive.

- Accomplice after the fact
to murder.

- What's this
really about, huh?

The charge is a hummer,
and you know it.

- It's not something
we want to do anything about,

But the D.A.'s office
has agreed to press it,

Unless...

- I expect
you want Jackie.

- He hasn't done you
any recent favors.

He wore a wire for us
so we could find Eddie.

- That's a lie.

- We have a transcript.

- Lies...

Lies.

There's nothing
you filthy cops wouldn't do.

Jackie's word to yours?
There's no contest.

Go on.
Put me on trial.

- Sure you don't want some?
It helps.

- Helps what?

- A little food
alleviates depression.

- Ah.

Hey, look at, uh...

Eddie Boyle's arrest report.

Does that look
unusual to you?

- Oh, my god.

- You see that?

- The ink's a bit smeared.

- It was written
with a fountain pen.

So what, uh,
smarmy jackanapes

Do we know who writes
with a fountain pen?

- So the arrest was made
by Atwater, not Fields.

- That's right.

[keys clacking,
computer beeps]

- No charges were ever filed.

There's not a shred of evidence
we can take to court.

- Right, so all we've got
is a volatile mother,

who, at this point,
doesn't want to help us.

- Hmm.

We, uh,
might have something.

It's just a thought,
not evidence.

- Shoot.

- Bear with me,
'cause this is out there.

When Moira was talking
to Jackie on the wire,

She said something to him

after she gave up
the location of her son.

- What?
That thing about her,

her son
being precious to her?

- After that.

She, uh,
told Jackie she hoped

that one day
he'd be precious to him, too,

and that she never wanted
to be a burden.

What did she mean?

What'd she hold back?

What could take
more courage to say

than giving up
the location of her son?

- That's brilliant.

- Jackie has a kid
he didn't know about.

I say we bring him in
and hit him with it.

- To make him testify
against Atwater?

- Atwater shot his kid.

- Won't work.
- Why not?

- He won't care.
The man's a reptile.

- Well, it's not just
about him.

- You know, it might be
a trifling thing to note,

but this is getting
a bit repetitive.

- Atwater...

He had Fields killed

and hired Eddie to do it.

- That's your theory?
- Is that true?

- How should I know?

- Fields was squeezing
your shoes.

Atwater wanted Fields' spot.

Moira Boyle
was pushing her son at you.

- Look, if we're gonna be
here awhile,

might I have a cappuccino?
- What was the first step?

Did you, uh, bitch to Atwater
about getting squeezed,

Or did he come to you?

- I haven't the slightest idea
what you're talking about.

- Atwater tells Eddie
that you want Fields dead.

Here, what did Eddie
say to Fields

Over the pay phone
that night?

- How would I know that?

- I think he said, "Jackie
has agreed to the price hike.

I have it right here.
Meet me in Broad Channel."

- Who knows?

Who cares?

De mortuis nil nisi bonum.

- "Of the dead,
speak no evil."

- Mm.

They're both gone.
It's over.

We can all rest.

- It's not over
until the right guy pays.

Just tell me.
Am I on the right track?

- Well...

Let's see.

You make a compelling case.

There's not a link in it

that's the least bit
implausible.

But I will confirm
no part of it.

And Atwater,
if he did the dreadful deed,

he's gonna deny it too.

So that only leaves
poor Eddie Boyle.

And given our fearful lack
of communication

with the dead...

It seems unlikely.

- Tell me
about Eddie Boyle.

- What about him?

- What was he like?

- What you'd expect--

Vicious little thing,
drug-addled, bit of a worm.

- Did you know his father?

- Ah, only rumors.

Moira's been round-heeled
since she was 16.

- Moira insisted
that Eddie suck up to you.

- Yeah.

He used to volunteer
for this and that.

- The mother loses her lover

and tries to reconnect to him
through her child?

- You make it sound perverse.

- You think so?

Well, it gets
more, uh, twisted than that.

You want to hear this?

- Do I have a choice?

- Moira's been keeping
a secret.

He was yours...

Your boy, Jackie.

- I don't give a damn
if he was.

- [breathes shakily]

- You don't?

- No.

I don't give a damn for him,

and I don't give
a damn for her.

Now, what is it that you're
gonna charge me with here?

- Well, Jackie...
[scoffs]

I gave it my best shot.

- Well, the fact
that you failed

doesn't diminish
my opinion of you

in the slightest.
[chuckles]

- That's big of you.

You did it again.

- I admit to nothing.

Did what?

- You did it...

Without doing it.

Come on,
I'll walk you out.

- You...

You...

[crying]
- This way.

- Now, listen.

I don't know what she knows,

But I imagine it's a lot.

Jackie, you're gonna give me
a deposition right now

incriminating Atwater,

or, I swear to you,

I'm gonna keep you
in a jail cell or a courtroom

for the rest of your life,
because you know what?

I don't think
she loves you anymore.

- Well played, sir.

Old Captain Ross
would be proud of you today.

We're a long, long way
from nowhere

With a long,
long way to go

Where these black tides...

- I proceeded to this location
as quickly as possible,

Drew my weapon.

I notified...
- Delivered into darkness

- There's something that I've
been wanting to say to you

since I met you.

Wha, what are you doing?

- You have the right
to remain silent...

Sport.

[handcuffs clicking]

And I'm going back again