Prime Suspect (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 10 - A Gorgeous Mosaic - full transcript

- What do we got?
- Dead guy is Simon Kesh.

Self-styled
"Diamond Dealer to the Stars."

One shot
in the back of the head,

pretty much execution-style.

You got a pedigree on witnesses?

Uh, uniforms did.
Got three of them.

Fionna Davey, Ira Scheckler,
and Anton Lincoln.

And the thing is,
all three of them got

a pretty good look at the guy
so... we got lucky.

You know what, no.
Eyewitnesses?

Even people who are
trained for a living



to notice things
are bad eyewitnesses

when something happens
that they're not expecting.

- It's human nature.
- That's not true, Jane.

Oh, really?
Okay.

We got three perfectly
good eyewitnesses...

What are you doing?

What color are my eyes?

Red.

Exactly.
I hate eyewitnesses.

So white guy with a scar where?

Um, like here.

And, uh, a knit cap,
a black knit cap.

And he had a tattoo
on the back of his hand.

His, uh, his right hand.



That the gun was in.

Okay, did you see
what the tattoo was of?

Like, um, like
a rectangle with stripes.

All right, you mean like
the Irish flag, dummy?

'Cause that's what it was.

Hey, I ain't saying
nothing else to nobody

till y'all hit me up
with some paper, okay?

Hey, you know what, Anton?

We don't pay witnesses.

But when you come back
to the squad with us

to look at mug shots,

I'll make you a nice
bologna sandwich, how's that?

Always looking
for something for nothing, huh?

What you talking about,
you drunken donkey bitch?

Really?

She means your people are lazy.

- Hey, guys, guys, hey!
- What you say?!

Hey, people, come on!
Guys, guys, come on!

At least the U.N. pretends
to get along once in a while.

Blando.

Stay there, Ira.

Can I tell them
I hate them now?

I'll tell you what, let's go
talk to the victim's family...

Oh, that'll be delightful,
I'm sure.

Where are they?

He was everything to me.

- Well, we're very sorry...
- Sorry.

Mrs. Kesh... is there anybody
you'd like us to call for you?

Relative?

Friend?

Um, why don't you
knock on some doors,

try to find a neighbor that will
sit with her until we leave.

Okay.

Be good, okay?

Ah...

Sorry. I can't imagine what you
must be going through.

There you go.

W-was your husband
having problems

with anyone that you know?

Would he tell you that
sort of thing, do you think?

Um, there was a man
who called the house.

He was rude;
He used foul language,

- and he threatened Simon.
- What... what did he say?

He said the Simon
was dodging him.

Uh, that if Simon didn't
call him back, he'd be sorry.

Did he give a name?

No.

But you're gonna
look at his customers?

- Absolutely.
- You look at them.

I told Simon...

dealing with
those people wasn't safe.

Who would those people be?

Black rappers.

Simon was always bragging
'cause he'd see them

on TV or in the newspaper,

and they'd be wearing the
diamonds that he sold them.

- Mm-hmm.

But to call a man's home

and threaten his family?

Animals do that.

Animals.

Prime Suspect Season 1; Episode 10
A Gorgeous Mosaic
December 15, 2011

Yesterday jeweler Simon Kesh was

shot in the back of the head
execution-style

in the alley behind his
diamond district jewelry store.

Police are now
investigating several leads.

Why'd you have to park
so close to the wall, Augie?

Look at this.
Guy's got a Mercedes.

He's got a Bentley.

Aw... Do you know
who we're seeing today?

- A rapper?
- Bling B?

A rapper?
Janey, this guy's a mogul.

- He's a rapper.
- He's an artist; He...

- He's a rapper.
- He's a poet.

He's the voice of a gener...

He's a rapper, Augie.
Shut it.

Rapper, rapper, rapper, rap.

No love for music.

That him?

Pardon you.

Yo, watch the jacket,
vanilla shake.

- Vanilla shake?
- Yeah!

You know what?
You're not doing such a good job

of concealing
that concealed weapon, son.

You got
a carry permit for that?

Yeah, I got a carry...

Try to remember why
we're here, Augie.

Boom.

- You do.
- Yeah.

Well, lucky for you we're not
looking for a 9 millimeter.

Might want to have that thing
laminated, by the way.

Wait for me outside.

Hey, you must be Mr. Bling.

I'm Detective Timoney.
This is Detective Blando.

- How you doing there, ladies?
- Sorry.

I pay their way.
They tend to jump off too quick.

Yeah, you should try to
keep an eye on that.

Really.

So tell us about Simon Kesh.

God rest his soul.

- Really?
- Come with me.

We heard you were having
a pretty big beef with him.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

He fed me some bad rocks.

You mean he sold you
some fake diamonds?

Ma'am, you speak your English
and I'll speak mine.

Soon as he found out
he messed up though,

he made good on his mistake.

Then he asked me to keep it low

so it wouldn't
make him look bad.

And I did.

So, when did you call
the house and threaten his wife?

Before or after that?

Before.

That's why I was calling.

Look, I was mad.
I'm not gonna lie.

But, Kesh got back with me right
away, and we fixed things up.

We were good.

- You mind?
- Sorry.

His wife say I threatened her?

- Yep.
- Yes.

You know that woman asked me
what my African name was?

It's like medieval times
up in their house.

So you're saying
you had nothing to do

with Kesh getting killed?

Like I said, detectives,
Kesh and me were all right.

Plus if I wanted to
have him killed,

I would have got the bloods...

Not some punk-ass white dude.

How'd you know
the killer was white?

Just like you know.

Streets talk.
I listen.

I also heard he was a Mick.

All three witnesses
pick out Mickey Prendergast.

Mickey Prendergast is an
executioner for the NCN.

New Celtic Nation;
small bunch of Irish goons

who've done some work for
the gambinos, but we know him.

Yeah.

When the Westies went down,

these ass hats sprang up
in their place.

Not as bad, thank God,
but plenty bad enough.

These guys are
trained butchers?

Or is that the Westies?

They used to work
in the kitchens in Attica

and learned
to take apart bodies?

Yeah, something about Irish
gangsters and dismembering.

If I had a nickel for
every time those two things

were connected,
I sure as hell wouldn't be here.

Where... where do we find
Mickey Prendergast?

Blackjack Mullin.

What'd you do?
Break out?

Would you ever believe
state says I'm reformed?

Let's come back to that,
shall we?

Where's Mickey Prendergast?

Mickey Prendergast ain't
with us no more, all right?

He went off the reservation.

But I'm not deaf.

I heard he killed that hat.

The diamond store Jew.

So you're an informant now?

Cooperating with
law enforcement

is a condition of my parole.

You want me to stop doing that?
That ain't right.

Mickey's probably
holed up with his woman.

Like the big girl's blouse,
he is.

If you're gonna try and take
him, you better go in hot.

Lad's never been
right in the head.

Sheer lunatic, these days.

Don't want you
taking risks on my account.

Your father.

Oh, he'd never forgive me.

So this Blackjack guy...

What's the problem?

I don't have a problem,
all right?

I had one.

And not much of one, either,
truth be told.

With this Blackjack Mullins guy?

I borrowed a mortgage
payment from him one time,

which I paid back.

When we had, um, a gas leak.

They raised Oona's tuition.

So what, you're... this guy
gave you trouble?

Like the one time,
he brings by this young fella.

Said he was my new bar back.

Implied if I didn't hire him
and pay him not to show up,

I'd have trouble.

- But you didn't.
- 'Course not.

But you know,

I never knew what
the next thing would be

or when it would be or when he'd
stop thinking it was funny.

Why didn't you tell me this?

It was fine, pet,
it was nothing...

No, it wasn't fine.

And, also,
I knew how you'd react.

Listen to me, now.
I didn't do nothing.

But right here, he did it.
He did it!

What?!
Hold up, man,

I'm the do-right one, all right?
I caught you red-handed.

You need to jail his ass
and pin a medal on me.

Yeah, jail-assing and
medal-pinning right in here.

- Look...
- Shut your mouth!

Listen I... I got rights and...

Hey, keep it up, and
both of you are going to Rikers

after we lose
your paperwork, okay?

Some B.S., man.

What have we got here?

Old lady over on
49th street got robbed;

beat up real bad.

Uniforms show up,
she's bleeding on the sidewalk

and these two are going at it
like Thunderdome over her purse.

They get pulled apart
and they're both like:

"It wasn't me, I didn't do it,
I was trying to stop him."

And they and you
are here because?

The vic's likely to die, Skip.

What do you say, Skip,

the three of us work
this one together, huh?

Be bold, and mighty forces
will come to your aid.

Hey, did you steal
my goat cheese?

Duffy.

He doesn't do goats.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hello?

Hey.

Let me call you back.

Hospital just called.

The vic died ten minutes ago.

We don't have to
tell them that, do we?

They find out it's murder now,

they're both
gonna lock up, right?

We could keep it
to ourselves maybe.

I like the way you think.

- You wanna take the lead?
- I was just gonna say that.

What about the son,
who tells him?

Oh, we can do that.

You ever have to
tell a relative?

It's rough.

That's why she
should do it, then.

You want homicide, right?

See if it wants you.

This is on-the-job
training, right here.

Murder 101:

Notifying next of kin.

Thought you guys were friends.

I thought you two were married.

We are.

I'm not.

We're separated,
couple of weeks now.

Okay,
but little word of advice:

What Carolina there advertises

is always out of stock.

Yeah, for you.

She probably
didn't want to give up

her stupid
blood pressure medication.

Like it was so priceless.

Is all her stuff there?

Anything missing?

Her ring.

Ring?

What kind of ring?

Eternity band.

E.R. said it wasn't on her.

Four karats.

It had been in our family
almost a hundred years.

And you're sure
she would have been wearing it?

Since... since my dad died,
she never took it off.

She said she would wear it
until she saw him again.

No, when Mickey shot
the teamster to death,

he was acquitted, because the
witness withdrew her statement.

When he shot the guy
in the hotel bar bathroom,

Mickey was acquitted
because the witness

committed suicide
before the trial.

- I know, I-I got it now.

It's just a little hard
to keep straight

- all of Mickey's murder acquittals.
- Understandable.

- Did you ever wonder why
the most dirt-ass lowlife

murdering gangster
hoodlums get to live

in buildings that are
nicer than mine?

Ever wonder that?

- 2-B there, Augie.
3-B should be there.

Okay.

So, how about...
I get the door, you guys cover?

All right, you guys ready?

Hey!

- Police!
- Police!

Let's see the gun!
Get out here.

- Drop it!
- Let's see the weapon!

- Get out here!
- Get out here!

Let's see the weapon!
Show me your hands!

Put it through, down, drop it!

Put that gun down
and get out here!

Get out here,
get on the ground!

Anyone else in there...

Down, down, down!

Is there anyone else inside?

No. I thought you guys
came from Blackjack.

I thought he sent you.
I'm sorry.

- You're sorry, all right.
- Police!

- Any one in here?
- Come on, get up!

You shot at cops, Mickey!

This was the good old days,
we'd throw you down the stairs.

Clear.

My turn.

- Fun, right?
- Yeah.

Let's go.

It's like potato chips, though.

You do it once,
you've gotta do it again!

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's this?

This is us celebrating.

I got the stadium job!

Congratulations.

Give me some of that.

Drink up, I got three bottles,

'cause now
I'm talented and rich.

Good...

Because there's this
Winchester pre-'64 model 70

I've got my eye on,
and Christmas is coming.

Done.

Mmm.

And, I wanna cover all
the rent from now on, too.

I'm serious, Janey.
I wanna pay for our rent,

not just my share.

Great, but I...

I don't really feel
comfortable with that.

Really? Why not?

Because you should sock
that money away for Owen

or your business instead
of doing something for me

that I don't really
need you to do right now.

Right, plus if
I'm paying all the rent,

that means you'll owe me.

And you just can't cut and run.

I'm kidding.

If that's what
you think that I think,

then forget about it...
You pay the rent.

Pay all of it.

Hey, I already
gave the landlord

a check for the
next three months anyway.

See how you feel
after that, okay?

Hey, let's order something.

Let's get some Thai
or uh, Italian.

I'll let you pick tonight.

I didn't kill that jeweler.

No?

It sure is your
M.O. though, right?

One shot in the back
of the head?

My M.O.?

If I've never been
convicted of a murder,

are you allowed to say
I have an M.O.?

Yeah, you did
beat them all, right?

Must be the luck of the Irish.

I have a little of that myself.

Which is why you and me gotta
have a little chin-wag.

'Cause I've got three witnesses

picked your ass out of
mug shots,

and now they're coming
down here to pick your ass

out of a lineup.

Witnesses, huh?

Well, I'm not too worried
about that either way, though.

I'll still beat it,
because I didn't do it.

Then who did?

Whatever you say, say nothing.
Right?

The Irish code.

Lower than a baby raper,

lower than anything is a rat.

Listen, I know you heard this
kinda thing before and all,

but I got enough on you
to seal a murder conviction.

So now's about the time
to help yourself.

At least tell me why

the jeweler,
Simon Kesh, got killed.

How about that?

No?

How about this?

Know what that is?

Connolly Club napkin.

That's your address.

You recognize the writing?

See, a life sentence,
doesn't really mean

a life sentence anymore,

even for a stone cold psycho
like Blackjack Mullin.

He's out what, a week?

First thing he does
is give you up to us.

Nothing lower than a rat, huh?

What are you doing?

Mickey Prendergast has beat
four murders and one Rico case

in the last ten years.

The guy is teflon.

To a lot of New York cops
and prosecutors,

he is the great green whale.

And now, that lanky
streak of misery

is about to go up creek
without a paddle in my squad.

I'm sorry, I'm taking
a picture of that.

I don't blame you.

Hello there, Miss Davey.
How you doing?

- How you doing?
- Just step over here.

In a moment, I'm gonna
raise this screen.

There's gonna be six men
standing there

with numbers around their necks.

The can't see in,
so don't worry.

Just want you to take your time.

If you do recognize someone,

wait till I ask you
the question, okay?

Miss Davey,
do you recognize anyone?

Yeah, I do.

I recognize number four.

And where do you
recognize him from?

He shot that Hasidic man.

Very good, thanks.

One down, two to go.

All right.

It is called child support,

so you will remember you need
to support your child, Matt.

I do support him, Tricia.

All right, this isn't
about the money.

I do not want Owen going

to that stuck-up, snotty
rich kid school.

No, no, no, sure, because
why would you want him to have

an opportunity like that?

Hey.

Owen told Trish
about my new job,

so she dropped by
to have a little scream.

Me?
I-I'm screaming?

I-I am talking.

Trying to talk to you about

academic opportunities
for our son.

So what, so cotillions and
squash balls teach math now?

Excuse me for
thinking that maybe

you would want your
son to do better...

Wh... better than I have?

But I'm doing great,
right, Trish?

I mean, that's why
you're here, isn't it?

To get your piece
of how great I'm doing?

Owen is downstairs with Doug.

You wanna say hello or are you
too busy being self-righteous?

Please, please do me a favor
and go to hell right now!

I know that he told you his
side of why we got divorced.

This here is part of my side.

Hi.

Andre, I'm sorry.

Can we just go over it
one more time?

You mind?

You wanna maybe take
some notes this time, or what?

I know, I just
don't write fast enough.

It'd be so much easier.

So I'm walking down fifth.

Fifth, that's right.

From...

- The subway at 51st.
- Right.

And I'm sorry,
I know you told me already,

but you were in
the neighborhood to...

Looking for a job.

One of those big hotels;
Janitorial, like that.

Around 7:00 in the morning.

There about.

Early bird, huh?

Good for you.

And that's when you saw him?

Well, I'm crossing
at the light,

I happen to look over,

I see he's got her
up against the wall.

I can see she's bleeding.

So I run over there,
we start banging on each other.

Poor old lady's
just lying there.

You guys show up.

The end.

Okay, great.

And hey,
did you stop anywhere...

Cup of coffee, breakfast?

No.
Just an early bird.

Like you said.

Then I had breakfast um, at
the little Greek spot on 51st.

Sure, what's it called?

Nico's?

What time again?

I'm sorry, I'm having
one of those ditzy days.

6:00, maybe,
6:00, 6:30.

You eat alone?
I love doing that.

Read the paper, space out.

Yeah.

Okay, then what?

And then I paid the check,

I stepped out,
and I started walking,

and that's when I see this
poor lady getting jacked.

Right.

Sorry. I am so sorry.

I know you told me already,
but...

Why were you in
the neighborhood again?

Oh, I was um...

Wait, wait, you told me.

Job-hunting, sorry.

Yeah...

No, um...

No, wait, that wasn't you.

That was what's-his-name,
Andre?

I told you he said that?

Uh, I think maybe you did.

That sounds like
something I would do.

I pick Andre.

Listen, he's got priors
like a phonebook, right?

A bad attitude,
stick a fork in him,

we're at a bar drinking a beer.

Randall has got no record.
He's shaky, though.

He's losing his swagger.

So it's gonna be
a murder two charge.

Just need you to sign
this rights card for me.

Another trial,
then another acquittal.

You guys
are making me a legend.

Bigger than Gotti.

Oh, yeah, that guy,
what's he doing now?

You need to uncuff me
if you want me to sign this.

What?

The nuns, they tried
everything to get me

to use my right,
but it wouldn't take.

They said lefties were demons.

Hmm.

They were right about that.

Right?

Right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Slam dunk, right?

All three eyewitnesses
identify him separately

from photos and lineup.

Yeah.

No.

Watch this.

Okay.

It's hard to draw
with my left hand.

What are you doing?

Okay, look, you're
the eyewitness, right?

I'm the killer.

I'm executing Simon Kesh,
right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So here's me, shooting him
in the back of the head, bam.

Yeah?

And, there's my tattoo.

You see it on my right hand
because I'm right-handed.

All right, now look.

Now what do you see?

Oh, uh, a...

No, not you.

Okay, forget it.
What don't you see?

A tattoo on the right hand.

Exactly.

A tattoo that they
all said they saw

on the back of the hand
that was holding the gun.

A hand that could not
be Mickey Prendergast's.

Mother of God.
Are you sure?

I checked all of his priors.

He always shoots
with his left hand.

He is left-handed.

He is not the executioner.

I hate eyewitnesses.

You watch TV, right, Randall?

Cop shows?
Who doesn't?

So you know this mirror
there is not a mirror.

It's there for
people to watch you.

What if I tell you there's
someone watching you right now?

What if I tell you
it's your waitress

from Nico's this morning?

Looking at you and telling
the two other detectives

that you lied to us.

You didn't eat breakfast alone.

You ate breakfast
with Andre to talk about

who you were gonna
beat and rob today.

Hot damn.

I know.

- Separated, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

How's that working for you?

It's fantastic.

Here's what I think, okay?

You and Andre
are a two-man operation.

Except Andre has a record
and you don't, Randall.

I would so much rather hear
your version of what happened,

but you have to
tell me what it is.

It was the ring.

Okay.

I was the one that got
the ring off her hand

while she was whaling on me.

She got some
good shots in for an old lady.

She hit Andre too, but he...
He started hitting her back.

I was saying it's too much,
he was doing it too hard.

He asked me for the ring.
When I didn't give it to him,

he quit beating on her
and started hitting on me.

So what happened to the ring?

I still have it.

I ate it.

It went down easy.

Hope it comes out that way.

So who's gonna make my deal?

You, or I need a lawyer,
or how we gonna do it?

'Cause like you said,
I never been

in this kind
of trouble like this.

No you haven't Randall,

but that old lady died.

There is no deal.

The D.A. decides what happens
to you and Andre next.

But first, you're gonna
eat some damn fiber.

Hey.

Hey.

You can't sleep?

Tricia says
if I don't pay for Owen

to go to her egg-sucking
academy

she's gonna take me to court and
sue me for more child support.

She's not taking you to court.

What about her
would make you say that?

Of course she is.

Fine, so just, I don't know,
kick her ass or something.

Yeah, love to,
but I don't hit women.

Then again,
she's some sort of reptile,

so maybe it wouldn't count.

You know I-I need to
tell you something.

Remember when she was
trying to keep Owen

- from staying in our place?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I did
a little due diligence

to see what I could see and...

Tricia has a DUI.

Dougie, her husband,
has a charge of burglary

for breaking into
his ex's apartment

and stealing back
the engagement ring.

That's why she caved.

I'm sorry.
I should have told you before.

You're a goddess.

Well, thank you.
I'll take that.

This is awesome.

Rub my feet if you like me.

Oh, you know what?

I am gonna take her
drunk driving ass to court

and sue her for full custody.

- Full custody?
- Oh, you're damn right.

And it's all because of you
you sly, beautiful dog you.

Oh, baby.

Oh, no, let me see.

Uh, yeah?

You busy?

Because Blando's not picking up.

- What?
- Ah, nothing.

I mean, I just
figured out who probably

actually killed Simon Kesh,
and how,

but please, enjoy your
lovely evening at home.

So after Blackjack
went away on Rico charges,

a power void opened up.

Mickey, with no allies,
on account of him being crazy,

couldn't get control
and got edged out.

So this guy, Shane Murphy, took
over daily command of the troops

while, well, we assume,

being directed
by Blackjack from inside.

Right, then Blackjack gets out,

Simon Kesh is executed,

and suddenly, everyone is
helpfully pointing us to Mickey.

Which we now know is impossible,

but what we didn't know
is the story behind it.

So here we go.

No, I can't draw.
You do it.

Will somebody do
whatever the hell it is?

- All right, all right.
- Now.

I told you before, Sweeney,
I am a terrible drawer.

Yeah, we've established that.

Don't make fun.

That's hats.

- Okay.
- That's a hat, that's a hat.

- Beautiful hats.
- Okay, scar, see that?

Scar, get it?
They each had the same...

Okay, this is all
very well and good.

I have no idea why I had
to come back all the way

from Staten Island
to see it in person.

Shane Murphy's last arrest
was for forgery.

He was charged with a friend,
a girl, who holds a union card

in the Local 798... that's makeup
artists for Broadway shows.

A girl named Fionna Davey.

Aw, you're kidding me.

Wait a minute, as in
our eyewitness Fionna Davey?

I'll be honest
with you, Fionna,

I'm not
really buying this right now.

'Cause honestly, to me, you
sound like a willing accomplice.

No, he made me.

I-I didn't know
what they were gonna do.

Oh, right, because
a lot of people are going

as Mickey Prendergast
for Halloween this year?

Okay, fine.

Obviously, I knew there
was something going on.

But I didn't know he was
gonna kill somebody.

You didn't know they
were gonna kill somebody?!

How about this, how about after

they actually did
kill somebody, Fionna?

Did you
figure it out then, Fionna?

How about, actually,
when you came in

and you just went stone cold
false witness on us,

and you pointed at Mickey
and you pulled him out

of a lineup for us?

How about that?
Do you remember that?

How about now?
You telling me the truth now?

These guys are psychos, okay?

Okay.

No one says nothing.

Look, I got kids.

I got a family,
plus they control my union.

They say do this,
I don't do it,

the least that happens
is I lose my job.

But probably, my body pops up
in the 79th Street boat basin.

Listen to me,

this conversation
that we're having right now,

this conversation is what
dictates the rest of your life.

Okay?

Because right now,
we've got enough evidence on you

to lock you up for
filing a false statement.

But if I want to push,
if I really want to push,

I'll tell you something,
when people lie to me,

when people lie to me, Fionna,

I really wanna push.

I could get you for
conspiracy to commit murder.

Do you understand?

Okay, so listen.

You're gonna
take this really slow.

I'll give you the name.

Is it Shane?

Come on.

Is it Shane?

- We know it's Shane.
- No, stop!

- Come on!
- Stop it!

I'll give you another name...
how about Blackjack?

All right?
Is it Blackjack?!

Come on Fionna, we know
it's one of these two.

Come on!

- Stop!
- Fionna, come on!

Blackjack or Shane?!

Which one?

You know what?

I'm so sick
of this conversation.

I'm sick of this conversation,

because I just keep
giving you options,

and you don't
wanna cooperate with me.

And that's just fine with me

because we're gonna
go round up Shane and Blackjack.

And when we bring them
into this precinct,

I'm gonna tell them that you're
the one that brought them in.

How do you like that?

Thanks for your cooperation.

You live here!

That's right, I live here!

Why don't you get this?

I mean, what are you, Norwegian?

That's right.

I'm Norwegian.

And guess what,
there's no murders in Norwegia.

Just the occasional
raised voice.

Hello there.

You Annie Murphy, ma'am?

Shane Murphy's sister?

Yeah.

- Is Shane here now?
- No, he isn't.

Well, John Mullin gave this to
parole as his current address.

- Did you know about that?
- That a crime now?

To help friends and neighbors
get back on their feet?

I'll take that as a yes.

- Is he here now?
- No, he isn't.

This is gonna
come as a surprise,

but we're not gonna
take your word for that.

Excuse us.

There's nothing in there.

You're not gonna
find anything in there.

Listen, just let us
do our jobs.

There's nobody else
here but me.

Ma'am just stay
where you are and be quiet.

Okay, Duffy, we're done here.

What?

We're done.
Thanks, Miss Murphy.

If you hear anything
from Blackjack or Shane,

- please let us...
- Up yours.

- Or that.
- What's going on?

- Where's the guys?
- What's going on?

- Hey.
- Nobody came out the back.

Obviously, they didn't
because they never left.

They're still here.

And you didn't
come out with them, why?

I don't know if they drilled
it or kicked it in or what

but in the bedroom, behind the
bed is this hole in the wall,

big enough for a very motivated
person to get through.

And go where?

The next apartment where
no one was searching for them.

Exactly.
Okay, Duff, listen,

here's what I suggest...

You and I go back
into Annie's apartment.

You two, wait till
we get established,

then you take down the door
and we meet in the middle

and get Shane or Blackjack
or whoever it is or both.

Maybe we can get the ram.

We could use the ram.

Right, we got a piece
of boiler pipe,

we filled it with
quick-drying concrete.

Do you need a ram?

Can I finish?

And then we welded
two handles onto it.

You welded handles?

Listen, it's gonna work, okay?

You know what,
just take down the door.

I don't care how.
Right, we'll get it.

We'll be right back.

For God's sakes.

These monkeys made a tunnel
between two apartments?

Unbelievable.

Why? Our people
dug the Erie Canal.

Of course we can dig
a hole through some sheetrock.

- All right, go.
- Okay.

Okay.
Come on.

Hi again, Miss Murphy.
Turns out Detective Duffy here

must have dropped
his keys when we were...

No, he didn't.
This is harassment.

No, it's not.

Excuse me.
Excuse us.

If you're not out of here
in five minutes,

I will file a complaint.

Hey, hey, hey!

Don't mind us.

On the bed.

You know the routine.

Let's go.

- Come here.
- Yeah, buddy.

See, my brother-in-law's
a welder, right?

And he helped me weld this.

You like that?

What kind of people
make their own ram?

Let's go, big guy.

Seat here, thank you.

Murphy's in interview "A",
B's occupied.

What do you wanna
do with Blackjack?

Some of the guys
put a drunk in the lockup.

Puked all over himself, so...

There's always room for one
more in the cage though, right?

Let's go.

It's your lucky day.

Hi.

You know what,
I had a lot of coffee today,

so let's just
get right down to it.

Who killed Simon Kesh?

I don't know.

Probably some Arab.

Why would you think that?

I read the papers.

I mean, Arabs hate the Jews.

It's like a whole thing.

Well, I guess that some Arab
must have borrowed your gun.

Look, there's a ballistics
report that says

the same gun we found on you
is the one that killed Kesh.

No?

How about this,
your friend, Fionna Davey,

she did a great job
making you look like Mickey.

Fooled even our two
sap witnesses for sure.

Listen to me.

You should talk to me.

You should talk to me so
I'll talk to the D.A. for you.

Now, tell me,
why did Simon Kesh have to die?

You know, Kesh used to launder
money for Blackjack, right?

In his jewelry business.

Well, when Blackjack
found out he had to go inside,

he went to Kesh for help.

That's because the Hasids have
all the power in the prison.

I mean, when one of them
goes down, it's like,

it's like a scene from
Goodfellas.

Well, Kesh had promised
Blackjack an easy bid.

And Blackjack paid him
an assload of money for it.

So Blackjack went upstate,
waited to be taken care of.

And was he?
My guess is no.

Well, that's
'cause Kesh didn't have

- the juice in his own community.
- Mm-hmm.

And Blackjack got played,
and Kesh kept the money.

Right, so Blackjack spends
15 or so years in prison

thinking how
he's gonna get Kesh back.

Mickey too.

Mickey was pushing for it.

Before Blackjack
even went inside.

And if that
hadn't have happened,

the two of them
would have danced for sure.

So you disguise
yourself as Mickey,

you shoot him
in broad daylight.

And then Mickey
takes the full weight.

Two birds with one stone.

Very smart.

Bingo.

So tell me this,

how much did Blackjack
pay you to do this?

Or what did he promise you?

Nothing.

What do you mean nothing?
Do it for fun?

It was fun.

But I did it out of respect.

I mean, it was done before
Blackjack even knew about it.

And... I want a lawyer.

Are you serious?

You're gonna say
this was all you?

He's already
forgotten your name.

Whose idea was
the assassination of Simon Kesh?

Mine.

Whose?

I am giving you
one more chance.

Whose?

Lawyer.

Yeah, I bet you want a lawyer.

You need a lawyer.

Oh, uh, sorry, Blackjack must
have forgotten to get you one.

Jane, leave it.
He invoked.

Patsy.

Hey, she's right.

You know?

Sometimes we punt.

Yeah, and sometimes
we go for it on fourth.

It's a long game, Jane.

Okay, I don't wanna
do the whole sports thing.

Me either.
I just wanna point out,

we closed a case today.
It's a good day.

Is it?

- Bye-bye, now.

Remind your daddy
I'm a gin drinker.

Can I grab one of those?

Congratulations, by the way.

Thanks.
You too.

No, not me.

I don't even know what that was.
That was garbage.

You got the shooter.

You got both guys.

Yeah, well, not by myself.

But you know
I wanna get in here.

So if you wanna keep saying
I'm kicking ass and you're not,

I'll take it.
Tell more people.

I feel like I pretty much get

what everyone else here's
giving me except you.

I got no idea
what you're thinking,

and I don't wanna act like
I do.

So I was wondering,
if I just plain out asked you,

would you say or what?

If there was an open slot,
when there is,

why would I have a problem with
anyone who's gonna close cases?

Great, so...

Which you would have to do.

There it is.

Thanks for the support.

So I voided the murder charge,

but you still need to face the
reckless endangerment charge

- for shooting at us.
- Only fair.

Sorry about that.

Hmm.

Hey, can you tell me something?

Not as a rat, just to
satisfy my own curiosity.

How does a, uh, Hasid crook
like Simon Kesh

get hooked up
with the Irish anyway?

This is America.

Right?

People say now
how we should all just, uh...

Love each other the same.

But underneath, they're all
still feeling the same old hate.

Black, white, Jew,
Asian, Greek, whatever.

But for a true gangster,

none of that matters.

In business, if you can
make a buck with or from them,

you don't give a damn who they
look like or who they pray to.

Blackjack, me, Kesh, whoever...

To us, this city's one
big gorgeous mosaic of crime.

That's interesting.

Thanks.

Got any Irish in you?

Yeah, and I don't want
any more, little boy.

You may not remember me,

but I remember you.

Just from being around,
watching things.

You're always ready to fight.

Whether you can win or no.

Not much has changed,
looks like.

You ever go near
my dad or his bar again,

I will blow your brains out.

Des ever tell you
why they call me Blackjack?

It's a good story.

Probably goes
something like that.

Prime Suspect Season 1; Episode 10
A Gorgeous Mosaic
December 15, 2011