Prime Suspect (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 3 - Bitch - full transcript

[Indistinct chatter]

How's that Manhattan
treating you, Evelyn?

Tastes like more.

Table near the wall
needs three ciders, please.

You sure you're not
gonna get in trouble?

For what?

Jane's boyfriend's little boy
is in a school play tonight.

It's ten minutes long.

You blink,
and you'll miss it,

and I'm not gonna spend
the whole night facing off

with Matt's ex-wife
to watch a ten-minute play



about how hippos
learn to share.

- Hmm.
- And plus, you need me here.

- I'm working, right?
- You're working?

I've been waiting
since the damn Earth cooled.

There's
that missing chick again.

Her husband is pleading
for her safe return.

Claudia Ward is 5'7",
blond hair, green eyes,

with a tattoo of a butterfly
on her left wrist.

Hey, Janie,
she looks kind of like you,

if you'd smile ever,
and 20 years younger.

Thanks, Iggy. You just keep
hitting that bowl of peanuts

like there's diamonds
at the bottom--how about that?

I'm only kidding you.

I'm sorry, sir.
What would you like to drink?



This is a robbery, okay?

Okay?
Everybody, hands on the bar!

- Hands on the bar!
- Okay, calm down.

Hands on the bar, everybody!
Put your hands on the bar!

The register.

The register!

Sure, sure, sure.
It's just money, all right?

- The bottom one, too.
- Got it. Of course.

[Mumbling]
Now!

- I got it.
- Come on!

It's obvious
that you've done this before.

I wouldn't try to trick you,
all right?

Are we good?

All right, now get back
from around there.

Come on,
get from behind the bar!

Everybody,
empty your pockets!

Empty your pockets!

- What do you want to do?
- Nothing.

I don't have my gun on me,

plus we don't know
if he has a partner outside,

so let's just try
to keep him calm

and not get anybody shot.
Shut up!

[Man speaking indistinctly
on television]

- [Shouts, whimpers]
- Y-you're all right, Evelyn.

Sure she is.

Hey, everybody, why don't you
just give the gentleman

what he wants so he can go--
does that sound good?

Ah, come on,
that's my last 20, you--

Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, h--

Everybody in the back, now!
Everybody in the back!

Come on! Move it!
Come on, everybody.

Everybody
move to the back now!

Hurry up!

All right, stay here--
30 minutes.

Anyone who comes out sooner
gets shot.

[Door slams]

[Clattering]

Well, thank God
there was a cop in the bar.

I don't have my gun on me.

And what were you thinking
mouthing off to a guy

who had one in your face?

That necklace
was a priceless family heirloom.

That necklace was a prize
from a box of cereal, Evelyn.

You're talking
out of your hole now.

[Toilet flushes]
Oh, for the love of--

- Who is that?
- Me.

What's everyone talking
about now?

Nothing, Malachi.

Why would you not have
your gun on you?

I was a cop, I'd never
not have the gun on me.

What did you dummies want--

the--the damn showdown
at the O.K. Corral?

You're alive, aren't you?

You're welcome.

All right,
so it was a gold chain--

we got that.

Very expensive, though.
A very expensive gold chain.

- I understand.
- Did you write that down?

I did.
It's right there, ma'am.

That's a pretty woman
right there.

I'm happy for you.

We'll have somebody look
at that, okay?

You just hang in there.
I'm gonna go talk to these guys.

Thank you.

Detective Rivera.

- Extra-hot latte.
- Oh, look at that.

Thanks.
My fat ass thanks you.

That ass is not fat.

Mm. Well, look at it while
I walk away and then decide.

Hey, thanks for waiting.

I'm Detective Rivera,
robbery.

Uh, she's homicide--
Jane Timoney.

Oh, yeah, sure.
Nice to finally meet you.

Gerry Matthews
gonna be here?

Nah, he's taking his kids
to the shore this week.

- Can I ask you some--
- What about Reed?

He's working
the wolf pack robbery,

and Machado's in court,
and Boyd's in court,

and Jackson's working
overnights, but I'm here.

Can I ask you
some questions?

- Of course.
- I can just, uh--

I can just tell you.
He's about 6'1", 170.

Where were you guys
in the bar?

Was anyone between you
and the robber?

You're seriously gonna do this
by the manual?

Why don't I just tell you?

Because sometimes
our witnesses get confused.

I'm a detective,
Detective.

No matter who they are.

Extra-hot latte, right?

- You what?
- Extra-hot latte?

Oh, really?
That's so sweet.

Thanks.

- You got two lattes.
- Yeah. You want one?

- You going home?
- Uh-uh.

I'm gonna go to the dorm

and try to sleep for a couple
of hours before my shift.

[Exhales deeply]
I'm really sorry, Dad.

Yeah.
Next time wear the gun.

[Clicks tongue] You know what?
[Cell phone rings]

Timoney.

Why didn't you have
your gun?

'Cause I never not have
my gun.

Well, you're an inspiration
to us all.

Okay, we got
a 20-something female, blond.

Worker named Montoya
found her this morning.

You're looking
a little tired.

"You look tired"
means "you look old."

You look short.
How's that feel?

Uh, hello, there.
You're Mr. Montoya?

I'm Detective Timoney.
This is Detective Calderon.

I almost ran her over.
She looks bad.

Well, it's a good thing
you found her, Mr. Montoya,

'cause now we can do our job.

That's a good thing.

I just never saw
a dead body before.

Hey, look at me.

Mr. Montoya, it's all right.

It's gonna be all right.
Just tell me this--

this section of the dump
is from Soho.

- Is that correct?
- Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

All right, guys...

Pull any of the magazines or
mail you found around the body,

anything with an address--

see if we can figure out which
dumpster the body came from.

And, uh...

And show me
her left arm, please.

This is Claudia Ward,
the missing woman.

She ain't missing no more.

♪ Prime Suspect 1x03 ♪
Bitch
Original Air Date on October 6, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

The body of Claudia Ward was
discovered at the City Dump.

Police say
they are now investigating

and looking
for possible suspects.

[On tape] You are
more beautiful than the stars.

[Repeating sentence in french]

She was tenderized, huh?

Are you as sweet
as your eyes are?

What do you think, iris?

- [Repeating sentence in french]
- What he said--

somebody pounded her
like a skirt steak.

If I help you
learn English...

What the hell is this, Iris?

I'm going to Paris
this spring.

[Tape stops]

- So, murder weapon?
- Don't know.

There's no imprint pattern.
Could've just been fists.

Both cheekbones are fractured.

The bridge of her nose
is collapsed.

Both eye orbits are fractured.

Well, somebody
was pretty pissed off at her.

Mm-hmm.

We're gonna bring
the husband in to I.D. her.

You want me to get a blanket
or something?

No, I want to see
how he reacts.

Well,
what if he didn't do it?

Then I make Lou here tell him
we're sorry.

[Man crying]

Oh, dear God,
my sweet girl.

[Sobbing]

Is this your, uh, wife,
Mr. Ward?

- Is this Claudia?
- Could you--

could you--
could you please cover her?

- Iris, thanks.
- What--what happened?

- Who did this to her?
- It's okay, Mr. Ward.

I'm so sorry.
I know you're upset.

But could you come down
to the squad with us, please?

Yeah, of course.

Could I--could I just use
the bathroom, please?

Yeah, sure.
We'll wait right here for you.

I'll show you where it is.

[Continues crying]

He's a good crier.

I'll give him that.

[Breathes deeply]

It--it was through
my volunteer work.

Sh--she was only 17
when we met.

And what do you do,
Mr. Ward?

Um, I'm an interpreter

for companies
who do business in Japan,

but I sometimes volunteer
at a youth shelter.

She was a ward there.

How old were you?

Um, 34.

Hmm.

I know. I know.

But nothing happened
for years.

[Sighs]

But then we--we fell in love.

She was the sweetest woman
I ever met.

[Inhales deeply]
Okay.

So, tell us about the night
she disappeared.

Um, she had a class--

art history.

And, um, we always met

for dinner after
at Grey Cat.

But, um, missing persons

found out that the class
had been canceled.

So, um...

She must've decided
to--to do some shopping

or...

I don't know what.

I-I went to the restaurant
the same time as usual.

She texted me.
She said she was running late

but that
she would be there soon.

What time
did that text come in?

6:42.

A-a-at around 7:00, I...

I called her again,
but it went right to voice mail.

And did you hear
from her again after that?

No. A-a-at 7:30,
I-I left the restaurant,

and I went home,

'cause I thought maybe
that I'd misunderstood her

and that
she would be there instead.

And you know the rest.

[Sighs]
You know, I-I-if you want to...

Search our home
or my office or--

that's--that's--that's fine.
All you have to do is ask.

Thanks so much, but we're done
here for now, sir.

You know,
in a case like this,

it helps us to get to know
the victim.

So...

We're gonna take you up
on your offer--

look around your place.
- Let's go now.

Uh, actually,
we have a couple of things

to do first on the case,

but, uh, we'd like to stop by
later, if that's all right.

Okay. Yeah, whatever--
whatever you guys need.

I just--I want to find out
who killed Claudia.

So do we.

Well, I guess he didn't kill
her at their place

or the office, then, right?

I love to know
where the crime scene isn't.

- What are these names again?
- Agnes Bledsoe...

Lecia Alvarez...

Marty Fitzsimmons.

Keep looking!

You know what?

If I find a dead baby in here,
I'm going home.

Listen, we got to pinpoint
this address, okay?

It's important.

I talked
to the people upstairs.

Didn't see nothing.
Didn't hear nothing.

So she couldn't
have been killed here.

Someone would have seen
or heard it.

Well, it's a good spot
to dump her, though--

no cameras, a lot of windows.
It's well planned...

Smart.

- Malcolm Ward seemed smart.
- He does, right?

- Yeah.
- Guy knows Japanese and crap.

Let's talk to him again.
We're done here. Come on.

Wait.
What, "we're done here"?

Then why exactly am I rooting
around in this dumpster

amongst the cat turds?

Will someone
please explain that to me?

Yeah, why are you
doing that, Augie?

I was wondering
the same thing.

Hey! Lou said
that you asked me to.

[Jane chuckles]
I thought it was funny.

Mr. Ward, the dumpster

that Claudia's body was left in
is in Soho,

and the text that she sent you
came from the same area.

Is that all you have?

I keep on coming back
to the class being canceled.

Now, it's odd that she
didn't mention it to you.

Maybe it was canceled
at the last minute.

The Professor said
it was on the syllabus.

Well, I just assume
that she forgot.

Well, e-either way,
she didn't have class,

so why would she want you
to think she did?

She had an affair.

What?

Six months ago,
she had an affair.

Uh, excuse me.

And you didn't think
this was worth mentioning

the first time we talked?

Seems like it's an important
piece of information.

Look, I didn't want to drag
her name through the mud, okay?

It's our private business.
We're private people.

And now that she's gone,

I just--I don't want to remember
stuff like that.

Okay.

So what was the name
of this individual--

the one she had
the affair with?

David...

Hollister.
David Hollister.

He built
this dining-room table.

Do you know where
David Hollister lives, sir?

No, I don't,
but I know where he works--

Soho.

With the discovery
of Claudia Ward's body

investigators' search
for the killer is intensifying.

Yeah. Yeah, we, uh--
we had a thing.

She broke it off
six months ago.

Is that the last time
you saw her?

Yep.

Were you angry at her?

Why are you asking that?

Oh, uh...

because someone beater
till she died

and then threw her in a dumpster
about a half a block from here,

and I was wondering if you were
angry enough at her to do that.

Where were you last Friday?

Uh, I was here...

Uh, working--
I make furniture.

Anybody see you
making this furniture?

I don't know, you know.
They heard me. I, uh...

I turn up the music loud,
so, uh--

so I don't bother the neighbors.

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you guys talk
to her husband?

She was terrified of him.
I used to worry he hit her.

Really?
Do you have any proof of that?

No.

I got to tell you
something--

this sounds like
a made-up story to me, David.

Look, I was here.

Great. So hopefully
your neighbors can verify that,

because I got enough here

to get a warrant
to search this place, easy.

So did he do something?
What did he do?

Did you see Mr. Hollister
last Friday night, ma'am?

I didn't see him,
but I heard his stupid music.

Can you tell him the music
is worse than the power tools?

We'll be sure
to pass that along.

Hey!

Crime scene found samples of
Claudia's hair and fingerprints

at Hollister's...

- Uh-huh.
- No blood.

The hair and fingerprints could
be from when they were banging.

Which is exactly what even
a crappy lawyer would say.

Where was that woman killed?
Please tell me that.

Well, what are you going
to Club Med for?

You don't have kids.

That's like going
to a dog park

without a dog.
Hey, Reg.

Did you get the boyfriend's
credit card statements?

I'm serious, Brian.

You're gonna be miserable,
not to mention the pool--

full of baby piss.
So enjoy that.

I need
those statements, please.

Well, don't say

I didn't warn you, all right?
Unbelievable.

All right,
thanks a million, Brian.

Appreciate it, man.

Hey, sunblock.

With all due respect, Reg,
and I sincerely mean this,

I have Sweeney breathing down
my back to get this thing done.

And could you just maybe
just do your job?

That was the head of security

at American Express--

old buddy of mine.
- Yeah.

I find
that a lot of police work

is about building
relationships.

You know, you'd be surprised

what simple politeness
can accomplish in this world.

Page three--

guy says
he never goes out to dinner,

and yet there's a big charge

a week before Claudia
gets murdered.

Nice little romantic
Italian place on Bond--

wine bottle, candleholders,
soulful glances, BRIC-a-brac--

maybe you should check it out.

Don't bother thanking me.
No, really...

Don't thank me.

Um, could you
please, uh, get

the Ward's
property records next?

I still don't have
a crime scene.

Hey, Jane...

I, uh, brought over some
mug shots for you to look at.

Actually,
this is not a good time.

Sorry.
Yeah, sorry about last night.

I never had a cop
as a witness before.

Oh, I got that.

And maybe I was
a little intimidated.

You kind of have
a reputation--

a good one, but, anyway...

I narrowed down the pictures
so it would be easier for you.

I'll look at them later,
all right?

Right now I'm trying to close
a homicide.

I'm trying to close
a robbery--

your dad's, actually.

You a little tired,
or you always act like this?

REG!

Oh, my God, Reg!

Oh, hey, sexy!
How you doing?

[Laughs]
And you're wearing red.

Oh, I didn't know
if you'd be here or not.

I'm good.

How have you been?
Let me see you.

Let me see you.

You have been working out.

Nah, nah,
that's just there--

all genetic, baby.
[Laughing]

Uh, excuse me,
excuse me, excuse me.

Uh, have we met?

- Augie Blando. Nice to meet you.
- Hi.

- Lou Calderon. How are you?
- Hey.

- Evrard Velerio.
- Hi.

Yeah, it's nice to meet you.

This is Carolina Rivera.

Uh, me and Jay took her
under our wing

when she was just a baby D.T.
back in robbery.

Hey, you know what?
Let's go out and get drunk...

- for Jay.
- Oh! I got to go to court.

How about later? Let me get you
my new cell number.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

- Oh!
- Oh, wait, wait. I got it.

Officer down.

- Hold on.
- Hey.

There you go.

Now, you can keep that.

- Thanks.
- Here, I got you another pen.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Nice meeting you.
- Take care.

Calderon?

- Calderon?
- Yeah?

A second?

Uh, since you apparently lost
the pen race,

would you, um, mind checking out
a restaurant tip

on our murder case,
for the love of God?

Thank you.

So why'd you lie, David?

Why did you say
you hadn't seen her for months?

Because I knew
what you'd think.

That you're the one that beat
Claudia to death, right?

You dumped her body.

That's exactly
what we're thinking.

Waitress said you made her
feel real uncomfortable.

She didn't even want to come
to your table.

So you want to tell us

what you and Claudia
were fighting about so hard?

She came to my place
that night, all right?

Out of the blue.
We had sex.

And then she wanted to go eat
at this place we always went to,

and I thought...

You know,
I don't know what I thought.

And I said something dumb
about us being back together,

being happy.

And then she said it was all
just to say good-bye--

like, forever.

How did you feel
about that?

How'd you feel about that--
her leading you on like that?

Bad.

I mean, I loved...

Loved her.

I didn't want her to leave.

No, no.

She wanted to leave you.

That's why
you killed her, right?

You know, we found Claudia's,
uh, hair and fingerprints

at your place.
Because she was there.

You killed her there.

- I didn't--
- You killed her.

I didn't kill her!

I loved her,

and the last thing
she ever heard me say to her

was that I hoped
she'd never come back.

Are you gonna arrest me,
or can I go?

You just let him go--
like, free?

Yeah.
Right out the door.

Have a nice day, murderer.

[Knock at door]

Come in.

Hey.

[Door closes]
Sit down.

Thanks.

Why'd you let
the boyfriend go?

- I thought he was looking good.
- Ay.

He's a dumb lug
with fists like hams

and no confession,
no witnesses,

no physical evidence,
no scene.

Plus, I haven't closed the loop
on the husband yet either.

So?
What about the husband?

He cried.

But he's creepy.

And no confession,
no witnesses,

no physical evidence,
no scene, plus an alibi.

[Groans]

We arrest the wrong guy,
we don't get a mulligan.

You have to be sure.

I know.

All right,
who do you think it is?

I don't know.

I--

I mean...

The husband?

Even while
he was crying, like...

Some people want you
to watch them grieve, you know?

Mm-hmm. So you could see him
beating a woman to death

with his hands by himself?

Listen, I can see anyone
doing anything

if they get mad enough.

So, yeah,
I could see him doing this,

but right now
it's just a feeling.

No, no, no.
It's never just a feeling.

It's always coming
out of experience or...

Who knows?

It may not lead you
right to the killer every time,

but it is never
just a feeling.

[Drawer opens]

I mean, if somebody...

Was to put a gun to your head,
who would you say it was?

[Glass clinking,
liquid pouring]

The husband.

Cheers.

With the investigation
into who killed Claudia Ward

seemingly at a standstill,

police are under increased
pressure to arrest a suspect.

So why are we going back
to see the husband again?

'Cause I want to see his face

when I tell him that we're
arresting the boyfriend.

Only you're not arresting
the boyfriend.

You let him go.

I'm aware of that, Augie.
Thank you.

Hey, is that Detective Rivera
coming back anytime soon?

Carolina.

- Why do you care?
- Right. What do I care?

Beautiful woman, doesn't have
a chip on her shoulder,

great smile,
laughs at people's jokes.

You're right.
It's awful. It's disgusting.

- You know what else is awful?
- Huh?

Steak...

Porn.

Stay here.

What? Why?

'Cause you're bugging
the crap out of me is why.

- Just so you know...
- Huh?

You have
the worst personality

of anyone I've ever met
in my entire life.

[Doorbell rings]

Detective Timoney...

- What can I do for you?
- Hello, there, Mr. Ward.

I hope you don't mind me
dropping in on you like this.

Of course not.
No, please come in.

Thank you.

I don't think I told you before,
but you have a beautiful home.

Oh, thank you.

Probably gonna have
to move soon.

- There's too many memories.
- Sure, I get it.

Oh, no, thank you.

I actually
just wanted to stop by

and let you know that, uh,
we're close on David Hollister.

That's great news.

Oh.
At least I...

I think it's great news.

I thought
it would make me feel better.

Did you know
that he and Claudia

saw each other about a week
before she died?

Did she tell you about that?

No.

Because as far as you knew,
it was over between them, right?

That's right.

Is it unusual for a woman
to be a homicide Detective?

Um, not for me.

Huh.
You have kids?

- Nope.
- Why not?

Busy, I guess.
Lucky.

May--maybe you haven't met
the right guy yet.

Who would that be,
you think?

Oh, I don't know.
Don't know you.

No, you don't.
I'm a real catch.

And I'll let you know
when we make the arrest, okay?

No, no, I can let myself out.
Thanks very much.

[cellphone ringing]
Timoney.

So I looked
into the past relationships

of both these clowns.

All the boyfriend's exes
say the same thing--great guy,

romantic, charming.

Probably a gentle lover,
probably...

Washes your hair.

- What about Malcolm?
- Couldn't find anything--

no exes.

But you asked me to look
into property.

He's paying rent
on an apartment in Queens...

For someone
named Susan Whitney.

- Mistress?
- Maybe.

Just texted you the address.

Okay.

- Um, Reg?
- Yeah?

I really appreciate this.

What?

What?

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

Are you being sarcastic
or something?

I was being nice!

Malcolm Ward pays rent
on an apartment in Queens.

Let's go see
what the hooker looks like.

[Cats meowing]
This is a very nice...

Uh, place.

Does Malcolm pay the rent?

W-what?

[Raising voice] Sorry.
Does Malcolm pay the rent here?

I don't see that that's any
of your business.

But, yes.

He's a wonderful son.

When I sold my house,
he found me this place.

Is that right?
So your last name is Whitney.

Well, that was
my second husband.

He died of throat cancer.

Does Malcolm visit you often?

He comes to visit me
every Sunday.

That's very nice.

[Cat meows]

A man should visit his mother.

Do you like cats,
young man?

- Love.
- [Chuckles]

Well, this one's pregnant.

Leave me your card,
and you can have first pick.

That is so nice.

Thank you.

Uh, so did you spend
a lot of time

with Claudia and Malcolm?

Did they seem happy together?

Malcolm just came over,
mostly by himself.

She was allergic to cats,

but, yeah,
he seemed happy enough--

as happy as a man can be
married to a whore.

[Scoffs]

Uh, excuse me?

She didn't appreciate anybody
or anything.

Oh, I liked Kasey much better.

Uh, Kasey--
who's Kasey?

Oh, he was with her
for years,

and then suddenly,
poof, she's gone,

and he and the whore
are getting married.

And she wanted me to toast them
at the rehearsal dinner.

Wait.
The--the whore is Claudia.

I toasted, all right.

I said, "Here's to Kasey,"

and how this should've been her.
[Chuckles]

[Clears throat]

Ma'am, did Kasey have
a last name?

Yes. Monrad.

[Cat meows,
doorbell rings]

I'm sorry your tongue hurts,

but you still have to clean
your room.

Hey, there.
Kasey Monrad?

Uh-huh.

I'm Detective Timoney.
May I come in?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

I'm not sure
what there is to know.

I saw on TV about his wife,

but I haven't seen Malcolm
in years.

So why did you guys break up?

Um...

We just didn't have
a lot in common.

I mean...

I was only 16 when we met.

Huh.
That's the same as Claudia.

Do you know how she died?

Mm, the news didn't say.

She was beaten to death.

Okay.

Does that surprise you?

Why would it?

Honey...

Why would it surprise you that
Claudia got beaten to death?

Are you that afraid
of this guy still?

What's he gonna do
to you now?

He--he's not a super criminal

or an unstoppable force
of nature.

He's--he's an expensive suit
with a bad haircut

and a psycho mom that belongs
in a horror movie.

He's a runt.

And he likes to beat up
runaway girls

with daddy issues.

You hear me?

How'd you get away?

I got pregnant,
and I h-had an abortion.

No way was I gonna have
his baby.

I don't blame you.

But after, I was bleeding,

and I ended up needing him to
take me to the emergency room,

so he found out then.

[Sighs]

He waited
until I got better first,

and then when I came home,
he beat me so bad,

I thought I was gonna die.

But then after, it's...

It was like I was dead to him.

So I didn't get away.

He let me go.

I'm not gonna testify.
I hope you know that.

I hope you know
you won't have to.

You know, I think
I chipped a tooth

on one of those
old gargoyle's damn cookies.

Pecan sandie, my ass--
more like pecan razor blade.

- I don't care. He did it.
- Did Kasey just tell you that?

No, I mean,
I know he did it now.

Let's go back and look at
that alibi--really look at it.

Hey, Duffy, can you do me
a favor, please?

Yes. Go back and check
Susan Whitney's properties now.

No, I still don't have
a crime scene.

Thank you.

What--
why aren't we driving?

I don't know
where we're going.

The restaurant,
the Grey Cat.

Oh.
[Engine turning]

He signed in at 6:32?

Yeah. He, uh, said
he'd wait at the bar

till his wife got here.

So he didn't start a tab
till 6:57?

You usually let people sit
at your bar

for 25 minutes
without ordering?

'Cause I don't understand
that business model.

He signed in at 6:32.

Okay, listen...

So all Malcolm's really got
is the text.

Could he drive from here
to the dumpster and back

in 25 minutes
is the question.

Across town, Soho rush hour?

Hell, no.
I agree.

Could he have run it?

Smart.

- So he's got Claudia's phone.
- Uh-huh.

He talks to the hostess.

He checks his coat
with his phone in it.

- Right.
- Right.

And then he runs
to the dumpster,

and he calls himself
from her phone.

- Right.
- Yes.

And he drops her phone
in a sewer

or whatever he does with it.

He runs
back to the restaurant,

goes into the bar to wait.

Get it?

- All that in 25 minutes?
- Yep.

I guess it's doable.

Why don't we find out?
Here...

Careful with the hat.

Time me.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Set...

Go!

All right,
this is gonna be interesting.

♪ Da da da da
da da da da! ♪

She runs
like an oompa loompa.

It ain't happening.

[Breathing heavily]

[Coughing]

Oh!

- [Laughing] What--
- Oh, my...

Oh, my God.

I don't even know what to say
about that!

Oh, my God. Wait.
She's hurting.

[Coughs]
Ah...

You need me to call you
an ambulance?

New plan!

- You ready?
- Yeah. [Clears throat]

And go!

Jeez.

Wow.
- What is he--a Kenyan?

Well, are Kenyans seeded
in the New York City marathon?

'Cause Lou was.
New plan.

Okay, average Augie...

Let's see something
completely mediocre.

All right.
Lou, call it.

All right.
Ready?

Go!

He looks pretty mediocre
to me.

[Laughing]

[Laughs]
Malcolm's alibi is dead...

With a three-minute cushion
to go back in the bar

and order a commemorative
bourbon old fashioned.

- Thank you very much.
- Can we do that?

- Can we do that, please?
- Yeah, we're doing that.

Oh, my God.
[Coughs]

You know
how to get rid of those?

Hmm?

Lemon wedge,
angostura bitters, sugar--

you hold it in your mouth.
It shocks your system.

Do that.
No, do it.

'Cause you're gonna keep on
hiccuping until you puke.

- It's really good.
- Do it.

How do you even know
this works?

I grew up in a bar.
I know everything.

[Cell phone ringing]

Uh, Timoney.

Where are you guys?

Uh, M.E.'s office.

Well, tell her to shake

those cocktails
a little quieter.

I can't hear you so good.

How's Malcolm's alibi
holding up?

It's not. It's him.

So he used to beat
his ex-girlfriend,

and he sent himself that text
from Claudia's phone.

- What else?
- Nothing else. That's it.

Well, not
to armchair-quarterback you,

but the D.A.
is gonna want more.

- I want more.
- So get more.

Evrard's got the phone records
from the Ward's house here--

that's when you're done
talking to the M.E., of course.

What'd he say?

He said we should finish
our drinks.

Can we get a check?

- Wake up.
- Ow.

There was a call

from the University of Michigan
admissions department

to the Ward house
lasting eight minutes

the morning Claudia died.

Apparently Claudia was enrolled
for next semester.

You look like crap,
by the way.

I haven't slept, and there
were some drinks earlier.

So what do you think?

Do you think Malcolm knew about
the University of Michigan?

He answered the phone.

The admissions officer
said he kept asking

if she was sure she had
the right Claudia Ward.

She was getting away.
She was gonna leave him, right?

Mm-hmm.

Hey.

You still got my pen?

Still got your wife?

I'm gonna look
at the database, I swear.

Actually,
I was in the building,

and I wanted to run something
by you.

- You got a sec?
- Uh-oh.

Yeah, well...

Three days
before you dad's bar gets hit,

there's a robbery
in the East Village,

similar description--

African-American,
about 6', 170.

Then the next night,
another bar uptown gets hit--

again, similar description.

Then three hours
before you dad's place gets hit,

another bar in the village
gets robbed--

same description.

Mm.
Same type of gun?

Same snub-nosed .38.

Uptown, then the village,
and repeat like that.

I think it's a pattern.

I'm not getting any support
from my squad, though.

[Scoffs] It sounds good to me.
You should pursue.

Excuse me.
[Cell phone ringing]

Hey.

Susan Whitney's
got a storage unit.

Stuff from her old house
and what looks like

a rack of Claudia's clothes.

- Did you get a, uh--
- Yes, I got a warrant.

Yes, I executed it.
Yes, crime scene is with me.

Yes, you should come.

[Indistinct chatter]

Down there, Detective.

[Inhales deeply]
Ammonia much?

- This guy tried to clean up.
- Yeah, he tried.

Didn't do
a very good job, though.

I figure he steps aside,
lets her go in first.

Then he...

He hits her from behind.
She goes down.

He's probably kicking her.

She's crawling,
trying to get away, but...

There's nowhere to go.

But this...

So he's pounding her...

Mm.

Slamming her head
on the floor.

She put up a fight.

At some point,

he either picks her up,
or she gets up,

and he smashes her face
into this.

[Scoffs]
Wow.

What's his ex-girlfriend's
name--Kasey?

Yeah.

I hope she knows
how lucky she is.

Sometimes history
doesn't exactly repeat itself,

but it rhymes.

He's here.
You ready?

[Exhales deeply]

Hey, maybe you ought to hit
the head first.

Yeah, I could pee.

Go get him.

Kill it, Skip.

Did you pee?

Hey, there, Malcolm.
How you doing?

I'm--I'm fine.
W-w-what's going on?

They said you have
some new information.

Yes. I'm happy to say
that we do.

But would you mind talking
down the hall?

It's very crowded
in there tonight

and not very private.
Sure. Fine.

Right here.

Would you care
for some chocolate?

- It's good.
- No, thanks. I'm--I'm fine.

Come on, live a little.

You're at your fighting weight.
I can tell.

Ah...

Right here.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

What is this?

Oh, that's your wife,
Malcolm.

I just wanted to tell you that,
uh, we found the crime scene.

- You did?
- Yes.

Your mother's storage unit.

Well, I mean,
Claudia had keys to that unit.

She kept clothes there--

spillover
from her closet at home.

She was always saying
how her closet was too small.

She went there all the time.

I-I don't know why she
would take David there, though.

Right.
I also wanted to tell you

we're no longer looking
at David.

He's been cleared.

Well, do you have
any other suspects?

I mean, have you checked out
the guys at the storage place?

Yeah. No.

[Sighs]

Hey, did you know that your, uh,
wife was going to grad school

in--in Michigan next semester?

Yes.
Of course I knew that.

You didn't think
you should tell us?

I didn't see what it had to do
with the--with the case.

Oh, I forgot.
I forgot.

Um, we talked to one
of your ex-girlfriends--

Kasey Monrad.

She told us how you used to
beat her up pretty bad

back in the day.

Kasey.

- You remember her, don't you?
- Of course I do.

Look, I'm not gonna go
into a whole thing here,

but Kasey has a history
of mental illness.

So forgive me,
but consider the source.

[Sighs]

God, you guys are really
grasping at straws here, huh?

Kasey.

God, that poor girl.

You--you show up at her house,

and--and you start making her
think that she knows something.

Claudia had
a little more spunk than Kasey

is what I think.

Kasey would've never had
the guts

to, uh, fool around on you,
but David Hollister--

that was an act
of full-on revolution.

He must've been amazing...

For her to risk
getting caught.

Although a guy like him
after a guy like you,

that must've been
like a cold beer on a hot day.

You can't stop once you start.

All I know
is that she came back,

and I forgave her, okay?

It hurt. It wasn't easy,
but I forgave her.

You get a new one
at the shelter?

Did you pick one out already?

Claudia, Kasey.

How old's this one--14, 15?

Oh, and I talked to your mother.
Did she tell you that?

Yes, she mentioned something
about it.

Yeah, did she? Good.
What a lovely woman she is.

And she loves you.

She is in your corner
all the way.

And you know what?

When my mom was around,
she was in my corner, too,

just like your mom--
swinging at anything

that could hurt
her little Malcolm.

But he's a big boy now.

- I don't need her in my corner.
- Don't you?

I guess you don't.

You don't need anyone
to fight your battles for you,

especially, uh, a woman,

because you fight your battles
against women,

right?

[Sighs]

You know
what I've been wondering?

What if you guys had had
a daughter instead of a son?

What would've happened then?

I mean, how would've you
felt about that?

Would you have ended up
beating your little girl, too?

What are you talking about?

The baby.

You knew Claudia was pregnant.

[Scoffs]
No?

So...

Claudia finds out
she's pregnant,

and she wants to have it--
not like Kasey.

So she plans

for herself and the baby
to get away from you,

but you find out,
and you know what you do?

You beat her to death,

and you throw her body
in a dumpster

near David Hollister's place,
so it looks like he did it.

12 weeks old,
definitely yours!

You can't really tell
from the picture,

but the M.E. said
that it's definitely a boy.

You killed your son, Malcolm!

- Don't you tell me what I did!
- Hey! Sit down!

Sit down!
[Breathing heavily]

[Shouts]
Bitch!

[Mellow song plays]

♪ ♪

[Groans softly]

Whose sonogram was that?

[Sighs]
Um...

An admin aide upstairs
in Warrants.

She was actually
four months along with a girl,

but she was happy to do it
when I told her why.

Hail Mary, but it worked.

- Good thinking.
- Thank you.

You're welcome.

[Song continues]

♪ ♪

- For the love of God.
- Whoops.

Duffy.

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