Prime Suspect (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 4 - Great Guy, Yet: Dead - full transcript

Ok buddy, you're all set.

Go and wait
in the living room,

all right?
Okay.

- Hey, there.
- Hey.

Hey, thanks for doing this.

No problem.

You know, Merman calls me in...
work an hour early.

It happens.
It's fine, babe.

I know you'd rather
eat hot rocks

than be alone with Tricia.

I'll make it up to you.



You better make it up
to me.

Bye.
Bye.

Hey,

I'll see you Saturday,
okay, pal?

- Okay, see you.
- Think about what you want

for your birthday.

- 'Kay.
- Love you.

Bye.

It's just that
this is his first

big boy party...
You know, friends from school,

parents, people that
we've known forever,

and I-I was thinking,
it... it just feels like

it's still so new
with you and Matt

that it might be
uncomfortable...



For you.

So... so, if you agree,
and... and didn't come,

I-I don't think
that it would be,

you know,
the worst idea.

- Right. Okay.
- Plus, you would be so bored.

You know, kids screaming,

everybody talking
to each other, you know?

- Yeah, no. I-I get it.

Oh, so, you're really
okay with it?

Yeah, fine.
But late, so...

sorry, sorry.

Get going.

Deep breath,
and just look at the pen.

And relax, let go.

- I am relaxed.
- Close your eyes.

Deep breath.
Mmm.

Very good.
Now eyes open,

and look at the pen.

- Hmm?
- Breathe, the pen.

I am looking at the pen.

Okay, I'm going to start
counting backwards from ten.

- Mm-hmm.
- And when I reach one,

you'll be
in a deep, deep...

What?
Please.

"If you didn't come

I don't think it would be
the worst idea."

- This is the ex-wife?
- She... she talks like someone

who's never been
hit in the face before.

- Okay. You know what?
- She's smiling at me

as if she just scored
a point off me or something.

I didn't even want to go
to the damn party.

- Okay.
- Mmm.

And also...

She can't score
if I'm not playing.

You don't seem to be
in the right head space.

So, why don't we
pick it up tomorrow?

I don't just want to smoke
right now.

I want to shove a pack
of cigarettes in my mouth

and light it with a blowtorch.

Sounds about right.

Come.

Hey, we got one.

Oh, well.

Howdy.

Anthony Giordano, 41.

Shot four times
in the torso.

Good looking guy, huh?

Well, that's, uh,
very helpful.

So the way it went down is,

see?
Somebody knifes the tire,

then they waited,

Vic and the wife...
they show up,

they see the tire,
they're distracted,

they're calling AAA...

"oh, my God!"
Blah, blah, blah.

The perp comes up,

there's a struggle...

bang, bang, bang...
Uh...

Still has a watch?

Mugging gone wrong.

And...Wallet.

Hence the term
"gone wrong."

Get anything from the wife?

No, she's still in shock.

Think she blinked like once

the whole time
I was talking to her.

If the perp is on foot,
the best bet

is he took off
across the highway

over the bridge.
Yeah, and then

back into the projects
and into the tall grass.

So we got the uniforms
all spread out looking for him.

You really think
it's a mugging?

- You know Cheek Alvarez?
- No.

No.
It's his kind of job.

You pop a tire,
you wait, grab and go.

So you already have
the suspect.

I'm just saying, I wouldn't
mind speaking to the lad.

I'll bet you a hundred bucks
that it's not him.

Were you betting me $100

that it's not Cheek Alvarez,
or that it's not a mugging?

Eh, both.

You're on.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- Come on, come on.

Wait for it. Wait for...
There it is.

Carlos Carmello "Cheek" Alvarez.

He's doing
five years, armed robbery...

Sing-Sing.

Shut the...

all right, what's your theory,
Eliot Dress?

Serpi-ho?

Like that one?
I waited for that one.

- Serpi-ho.

- W-we were at a wedding,

the reception

at the, uh, uh,
Gramercy Park hotel.

Walking back to our car...
Uh, the Gramercy,

that's kind of a hike.

They have valet there,
don't they?

Tony doesn't like valet.

Scratches and sticky fingers,
you know?

- Do I. Yeah.
- Anyway,

Tony, he saw the flat, he...

Got on the phone
with AAA, and...

And then, all of a sudden,

he pushes me down hard.

Suddenly, I'm just facedown
on the cement.

I scraped my hands,

and, um,
and I heard shots.

And then Tony, he...

Fell down on my legs.

So, what did he look like?
The shooter.

I don't know.

Tall, or short,
or white? Not white?

Big guy? Something?

- I didn't see him.
- Not even

an impression of him?

I'm sorry.

Okay.
Did he say anything?

Did you hear anything?

W-when he ran away,
was there a car, maybe?

Something?
I'm sorry.

Any little bit can help us.

You're upset,
so if you just think back...

I mean, one man or two men?
Man, woman?

Hat? Beard? Spaceship?

So I-I don't understand.
There you are on the ground,

next to your husband,
who's being killed,

and you're telling me

That you don't manage

to see or hear
a single thing, right?

I just want to be clear.

Is she allowed
to be like this?

We'll come back to this later,
Mrs. Giordano.

Thank you.

Very sorry for your loss.

Jane!

That was great.

Now, you know
what our problem is?

She likes you too much.
You want my theory?

- Yeah.
- She's my theory.

well...

people say
hypnosis works for them.

Could be just the thing
for you.

Not for me.
Ah, what can it hurt?

Either she puts me under,
and I come up a new man,

able to leap tall cigarettes
in a single bound,

or I don't.
In which case, I'm no worse off.

- Right.
- Or,

every time I play solitaire,
turn over the queen of diamonds,

I'll go try and kill
the president.

I'll have one too, please.

Okay, let me ask you, all right?
Now?

- You have a brand-new
Mercedes... gorgeous.

And you can either
give it to a valet

at a five-star hotel

or street-park it
near the FDR Drive.

What do you do?

Am I a cheap bastard?

You're a rich bastard.

I didn't say poor.

I said cheap.

Yeah, maybe.

But a gold rolex
and a custom-made suit?

This guy knows
how to spend a buck.

Mmm, or knew.

Top that off for you?

Maybe your man likes
wasting his life

circling the block,
looking for a space.

Maybe he's one of those
eccentric rich types.

The Howard Hugheses,

with the
only eating chocolate bars,

and the finger nails...
So weird. Stop it.

Maybe.
And whatnot.

But the wife doesn't seem
like the eccentric type.

Or the
circle-around-the-block type.

- What type is she?
- Mmm, the type who would

hire-someone-to-kill-her-husband
type.

Listen to me,
I got to go,

but I'm going to give you
the hypnotist's number.

Her name's Becky.
She's very cute.

See if she can, uh,
hypnotize you into someone

who doesn't think
sausage is a vegetable,

while she's at it.

Tony...

There was nobody like him.

He's the best.

The best what?
Earner?

Earner?
No.

He just loved life.

Made you love it more
when he was around.

Sure spent money
like a guy who loved life.

Look at this...
$22,000,

$26,000,

$38,000 a month
on drinks,

dinners, and the hottest clubs
in town?

If I had this expense account
I'd love life too.

Tony was about clients.

Bringing them in
and keeping them happy.

He had skills very few people
out there or anywhere have.

Uh, managing
2.4 billion in assets

is as much an art
as a business.

And with people
looking to invest...

Tony was an artist.

This you with
the Giordanos? Vacation?

Yeah, that's, uh, Tony,
Louise, Margaret and myself.

Huh. Nice.

Oh, excuse me!

I know you're a little
distracted,

but one more question.

Do you happen to know
why Tony didn't

valet his car that night?

- Where did he park?
- Five or six blocks away.

Oh, so Louise had to walk
in those shoes?

She couldn't have been
too happy with him.

Didn't see anything.

He was good to me,
I'll tell you that.

He spent big.
So did all his buddies.

Also like, a lot of guys
come in here,

and it's like they gotta
flex attitude, you know?

Finger snaps, barking orders,
waving '50s.

Tips in 5ers.

Yeah, if you're lucky.

My dad's bar's
the kind of place

where the hounds
tip you with a song...

actual songs.
Not kidding.

Yeah, well,
Tony would tip you

and then sing to you.

Kind of guy
it's always good to see.

Then he gets it
like this.

We had a thing.

Not a big thing,
to him or me.

Just... it happened,
about a year ago.

And he was right up front.

About?

Leaving his wife.

It was never going to happen.

Hey, excuse me.
What's that?

Uh, photo wall,
from the booth.

What's t booth?

Right there...
you take pictures,

they stick them on the wall
right there.

Kind of like at the arcade
or whatever, but for free.

- Sir, did you say "free"?
- Louise?

- Ah.
- Guy worshipped her...

Louise this, Louise that.

He had a thing with
a couple of the waitresses,

girl DJ, you know,

customers.
Any of them married?

Jealous boyfriends?

No, it was all in good fun.

No harm, no foul.

Tony was all about Louise.
He was all about her

except the six out of seven
nights he was here, eh?

It's not my job
to tell people

what's wrong with
their marriages.

There he is.
There.

- There.
- There he is again.

'Cause apparently,
he lived here.

So let's get all the names
of the faces

on the board, with Tony,
'kay?

You got it.

Hello.

- It's free.
- That's my new passport photo.

Hi there.
I'm sorry it's early.

I just needed to ask you
a couple of questions, please.

Come in.

Thank you.

Wow. What a joint.

Richard stopped by

on his way to work.

- Hello there.
- Hi.

Wanted to see
how she was doing.

Or, do you have
more questions for me?

No. No, I'm good.
Thanks, Richard.

You all right?

Okay.

I'll call you tomorrow.
Thank you.

Bye.

What a view!

Hey, look at that.

Same one as Richard's office.

You guys are close, huh?

- Mm-hmm.
- Which is why he was here,

8:00 in the morning?

Helping you to come to terms
with your grief,

I suppose.
Why are you here, detective?

Your husband screwed around
a lot, you know that?

- Yes.
- You care about it?

I knew who Tony was
when I married him.

I just said I never wanted
to be embarrassed,

and I never was.

Till now.

Something used
to be here, huh?

Piano. We got rid of it.

Listen, Ms. Giordano,

I'm just trying
to paint myself a picture

of Tony...That's all.

To help me figure out
who killed him.

A mugger killed him.

- How do you know that?
- What do you mean?

- Y-y-you, uh, you didn't see
anything, remember?

You don't know who it was.

Do you know who did it?

Not yet.

But you would not believe
how close I am.

Thank you for coming in,
Mrs. Moore.

We could have done this
on the phone.

He's my brother.

I didn't want to do this
over the phone.

So we were

looking at Tony's
cell records,

is how we got your name.

You guys close?
You talk a lot? Or...

- every day.
- Huh.

Good brother.
Yeah.

Without Tony
it was like...

You know, "pass the potatoes."

He keeps us all laughing.

And...

Please.

Tony ever mention any problems
he was having?

Work? Personal life?
Nah.

Oh, I thought maybe
there was some...

There was some money stuff,
but um,

it wasn't 'cause anything
that he told me.

What kind of money stuff?

Uh, when our dad died...
thank you...

um...Well, Tony stepped in.

He... he started
taking care of us.

He started sending us money

every month,
just like it was nothing.

So had he stopped doing that?

No, no. He still was.

It was just one time, um,

Louise... that's his wife.
- Mm-hmm.

He thought he had
hung up the cell

but he didn't.
That ever happen to you?

- Mmm.
- Yeah. So anyway,

I heard them fighting...

and Louise is saying that

he's got to stop sending us
money all the time.

And, uh, he's saying
she's the one

who's got to cut back.

What do you think of Louise?

She seemed great.

I mean...

Anyone Tony loved so much,

you got to love her too, right?

- Do you know this guy?
- Looks familiar, yeah.

You're a member of
an elite unit now, detective.

Got to do a little better
than "looks familiar."

In fact, got a hundred bucks
if you can say who it is.

Mmm. I wish I had
a hundred bucks.

- Oh, w-w-wait!

Oh, yeah, I do,
as a matter of fact. Hmm.

Well, while you're
thinking about it,

just try to forget about how
we all got it right away,

okay?
Mmm.

Who's this Romeo?

Russian loan shark
Spider Skolnick.

- Spider Skolnick.
- Hey, come on!

Skip, skip.
Thanks very much.

No, no, no.
That doesn't count,

'cause he fed you the name. No.
You said if I could "say"

who it was, not if I could
"guess" who it was.

All right, enough.
So, we have an uptown banker,

buddies with a fur-hat mobster
from Brighton beach.

That says something, right?

Hmm? And you can
keep your money.

Last night,
a wall street analyst

and trader was gunned down.

His killer is still at large.

Police have yet
to name a suspect

but say they have several
promising leads.

Low rounds
at the Volga Club, huh?

You ever been in there?

The day me and, uh,
Eddie Ross

busted Stanny Ivankov
out of Newark,

he took us in there.

You?
Uh, once.

They've got some babushka
in the kitchen

making blinis from scratch.

Come on, I mean,
kid's birthday, seriously.

What do I... no ideas?
You don't know?

- How old, again?
- Six.

Well, what's he into, Jane?

He in the dinosaur phase?
Robot phase?

Monsters? Superheroes?

How about
a nice clean, crisp 20?

How do you think
that'd go over with Trish?

Good, if you want to show her
you're clueless about her son

and annoy the hell
out of her.

Everybody wins.

So what you want to do here?

Where are you going?

- You know Russian?
- Uh, yeah, well...

Hello, gentlemen. NYPD.

Hands, please. Hands.

Get up. Get up!

Everybody up, up, up!

Get up!

What's this?

This yours?

No. Is it yours?

No.

But I know how to use it.

Just can't believe it.

He was the last guy on earth

you think'd
get shot to death.

His heart exploding,
in the sack, maybe.

I wouldn't think
he was the type

to hang out with
a mobster either so,

Is that menthol?

- Yes.
- Um,

so how'd you meet Tony?

Ha. Strip club.

Crossroads of the world,
right?

So what did a guy like you
and a guy like Tony

talk about?

I don't know.

Uh, that guy could talk
to anybody about anything.

And he listened.

Not just waiting to talk,
like other people.

He'd like to hang around
and listen

to a lot of violent,
crazy people?

Or just you?

You like to bust everybody's
nuts? Or just mine?

Just yours.

Sensitive guy.
Delicate flower.

Give me that...
I hate menthol.

So, uh, did your friend
borrow money from you?

- I gave him some, yeah.
- How much?

30 grand... give or take...
three separate times.

- So wall-street big shot,

and he's borrowing
90-ish grand, from you?

In this economy,
you'd be surprised

who comes to who for what.
Wow.

Did he pay you back?

If I'd asked him to,
he would have.

Let me ask you something,
seriously.

Were you and he lovers?

- I told you, we're friends.
- Mm-mm, mm-mm.

I would give away
a lot more than 90 grand

to find the guy
who pulled that trigger!

Tony was...

The best!

Yeah, we know.

I'm almost
starting to believe.

We're getting
his financials,

but everything points
to Tony's being really deep

in a hole.
Hiding it well, but still...

what about the Russian?

Spider?
Well, he owed him 90 grand,

but he can't
pay it back dead.

And I don't think spider would
care one way or the other,

because he thought Tony hung
the moon, like everybody else.

Guy's spending
like a sheik.

He's so horny he would
go after a crack in the wall.

But nobody says
a bad word about him.

Everybody loves him.

Well, somebody loves him...
dead.

You like the wife?

I love the wife.

But she already knew
about the cheating, right?

Yeah.

So what does that do
to your motive?

Well, it kind of dings it,
I guess.

But I have another motive...
life insurance...

the only major asset
they had left.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- How much?
- I don't know.

I subpoenaed it this morning.
I should know in a day or two.

All right.
I hope it turns out to be

everything you want it to be.

What?
Nothing.

Uh, I like your sweater.

What's your problem?

It's cold in here.

Six, five,

Four, three,

Two...One.

Seriously,
do you need something?

Well, we just got a witness
off the canvass.

Six blocks South of the scene.
Maybe heard the shooting,

and maybe even saw the shooter.
You're kidding.

Uh, Augie Blando, homicide.
This is Becky Hubbard

from anti-crime.
Tell me more, please.

Well, here's where
it starts to get flabby.

The guy's not very big
on specifics.

He heard the shots,
maybe saw somebody.

Not a lot of detail.

So what's his problem?

I think the main problem
is the guy needs glasses.

- Mmm.
- But the second problem...

Is when he heard the shots,
it scared him out of his mind.

Interesting.

Where you going?

Yeah, I figured we were done.

We are, you're not.

Have an idea, folks.

Five, four, three, two,

one.
So if this doesn't work,

should I next get out
my ouija board

and try to talk
to the Vic directly?

Quiet, quiet, you.

Dean, can you hear me?

Okay, I'm going
to take you back

to Monday night,
early evening,

around 6:30.
Sun's just gone down,

you're in your apartment.

What are you doing?

"And the payoff pitch...

"Swung on!
It's a high fly ball

"into the gap in right center!

"Right fielder Jones
goes for the ball!

"But can't quite make it!

Gordon erupts from second!"

- Holy crap!
- Wait. What is that?

That's Monday's game...

that's the seventh inning.

"Rounding third,
headed for home,

"here comes the throw!

"He...Slides under the tag!
He's..."

Those were the gunshots?

- Yes.
- How many?

- Four.
- Yeah, what happened then?

I got up, I, uh,
went to the window.

Looked out,
this guy is...

Is running down the block
towards my building.

I was scared.
I-I ducked down,

thought maybe
he was shooting at me.

- And then?
- Peeked.

Saw him at the fence.

And what happened then?

He's on the near side.

He's in the grass.

He's on his knees.
He's...

he's feeling around.

He's skinny.

Small.

Got stuck on the fence,
goes, "damn it!"

Had a hoodie on.

Couldn't see his face.

Oh.

Until he got over.

Hood came off.

I got a good look at him.

Hey.

That's it.

Gents.

We worked
the wrong end of this.

The shooter didn't go over
the bridge.

He went
in the opposite direction

through the empty lot. Let's go.
Where?

He's down there on his knees
looking for something.

I bet that something's
still there,

and I bet that something's
is a .38 caliber.

Thank you very much.

- Come on.
- You got it.

Excuse me.

You ask him
if that runner was safe?

The English guy
asks for a new pint.

The Irish guy
reaches into the glass,

grabs a hold of the fly,

shakes it as hard as he can,

and shouts,
"spit it out, you bastard!"

Oh, man!

There's rat scat
everywhere!

- Hi, babe.
- I can't believe her.

- Who?
- Tricia.

Saying you shouldn't come
to my son's birthday party.

- Sorry, I-I forgot.

I-I don't think
she's totally wrong, honestly.

No, sure. Except for
how she's totally wrong.

You're as much a part
of Owen's life now

as that apple-bag husband
of hers,

so she just better
get used to it.

Hello. Jane you still there?

You're going to that party.

Yay!

Ok. Crime tech says

Tony was definitely shot
with a .38.

And the orphaned .38 we found
was recently

fired five times.

It's a cold piece...

serial number filed off,
wiped clean.

Shooter must have worn gloves.

But, there is a partial...

on the top and bottom
of the cylinder.

And it'll take a while to get
a-a match to a partial, but...

if there's even
a match to get.

So he... he didn't wear gloves
when he loaded it.

No. He wiped it
all down after.

Except for where the cylinder
is covered by the backstrap.

You see, detective,

when he pulled the trigger,
right?

The cylinder rotates,
and it then exposes the print

that he forgot about.

Unbelievable.

We still have no suspects in
the murder of Anthony Giordano.

Giordano was gunned down
in cold blood

three nights ago
on the FDR Drive

in front of his wife Louise.

Cute! Thanks.

Hello, there.

How are you?

Your, uh, supervisor
told me

you've been working here
for five months.

Explains a lot...

how you keep up
with your cute wardrobe.

Why Tony wouldn't valet.

I mean, here you are
cutting coupons,

and he's, what, borrowing money
from the Russian mob?

Is that a question?
I couldn't tell.

No. But I got a few.

I'm working.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Can you show me where
the dressing room is, please?

- Of course. Follow me.
- Thanks.

I know you worked really hard
to make things look

all nice and shiny,
but they weren't, were they?

He's telling you,
hitting the clubs every night

is his job.

Dear God, I really need
to start exercising.

And where does that leave you?

With a job in retail?

So what was up
with this guy?

Drugs? Gambling?
Was he supporting those girls?

Richard says
I don't have to talk to you.

No.

But you go down that road,
tells me an awful lot.

Why is it you think

you get to talk to me
like this?

Because why?
Because... because I was scared

and covering my head
when Tony got shot?

And I didn't help him.

I have to live with that
for the rest of my life!

Okay, all right,
calm down, Louise.

No matter what,
all this ends for you.

It's just your job.
You get to go back to your home,

to your life and your family,
and I...

I lost everything.

So why don't you help me

by telling me
everything you know?

Because you're
on my side, right?

That's why you subpoenaed
the insurance policy?

Yeah, they called.
I said, "fine, let her see it."

Tony cashed it all in,

last month.

No life insurance!

Sorry if that puts
a hole in your theory.

That looks fantastic!
Totally suits you!

Tony lived like a player.

But really,
in what he did...

keeping the clients happy...

there's no bonuses in that.

There's no back end.

He worked with guys out there
who pulled in millions.

He pulled in less
but lived like it was more.

Now we loved him.

The clients loved him.

He borrowed from the firm
to keep up appearances.

We looked the other way.

I was there the other morning,

to tell Louise
the firm was forgiving the debt.

- Mmm.
- I hoped it would at least

ease the strain.

That doesn't help me.

Hey, got a hit
on that partial.

And, it's someone dead,
in jail, an alien? What?

- Mikey Nelson.
- The bartender.

Oh, it gets better.

What? Is he connected
to the wife in some way?

Banging her?
Stalking her?

Related to her?
I said "better,"

not "heaven."
Hmm.

Mikey...Has priors...
juvie.

Assault and burglary.

Interesting.

- Uh-huh.

Hey there, Mikey.

How you doing?
Detective.

Doing a little day drinking
this time?

I wish.
I need a favor.

- Yeah.
- We have a witness

from the night
Tony was killed.

It's pretty sure
he can I.D. The shooter.

Wow. That's great, right?

Yeah. No, no, it is.

The crazy thing is,
the guy he described fits you.

- What?
- I know, right?

So here's the favor I need.

Could you come down
and be in a lineup, please?

Number two.

"Damn it!"

- Mm-mm.

Number three.

"Damn it!"

Could he do it louder?

Louder, please.

"Damn it!"

Uh, it's not him.
No, it's...

wrong hair, wrong voice.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Okay, why don't you
wait outside?

We'll be out in a minute.

Thank you.

We know it's him,
so how come it's not him?

Thanks for waiting,

shouldn't be that much longer.
Yeah, sure.

What do you think?

Well, looks like a guy
who beat a lineup

and is about to sing
zip-a-Dee-doo-dah.

- Mm-hmm.

You got it?
Yeah, we got it.

But technically,
we need a warrant.

Technically,
it doesn't matter either way.

- Why is that?
- You think getting a trap

on this guy's phone
is some kind of checkmate?

He's not going
to call anyone now...

Let alone
his alleged accomplice.

He's going to turn
his phone off.

So let me rephrase that.

This is going to work
perfectly,

if the guy is a moron's moron.

Okay.

Okay, there, Mikey.
You're free to go.

Thanks a lot.

- Did he turn his phone off?
- Yep.

Well, it's been a blast.

What did I tell you?
I hate to be right, but...

good thing, even when
you turn your phone off,

your GPS stays on, huh?

Yes.

Instant understandings
like this

make me happy to be alive.

Uh, still inside
the apartment.

Apartment 3-b.

This is terrifying.

This doesn't terrify you guys
that we can do this?

Actually, it gives me wood.

- Apartment 3-b,
leased to Mary Torres.

Torres.
Uh, who's that? Uh...

Someone,
a friend of Tony's?

Mikey?
Someone from the club?

Uh, Torres.
Nestor the dishwasher.

- Yes.
- The photo booth guy.

Run him, please.

How long's
Mikey been in there now?

About five or ten minutes.

All right, here we go.

Torres, Nestor.
Age 24,

16 juvie arrests,
burglary, assault,

two convictions,
blah-blah-blah.

In the big boy world...
four arrests, robbery.

Pleaded out
on a package deal...

he did nine months.
Interesting.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey.
There he is.

You guys cover the back.
Let's go.

You got it.

- Hello...
- Mrs. Torres?

- Uh-huh
- I'm from auto crime.

Um, does your son nestor Torres
live here with you?

- Uh-huh.

- You got him?
- Yeah, yeah.

We got a hit that a car
under his name was stolen.

No. I don't think so.

Well, that's fine,
but we still need

to see it
to rule it out.

Do you know where he is
right now?

No.

Third floor, right there.

- No.
- What?

Let him jump.

- Hey, don't let him jump.
- Let him jump.

Ho!

Ho!
Oh!

Oh!

Nestor, that leg's
not looking so good.

Tell you what,
ambulance is on the way.

Hang tight, buddy.

Reverse tuck
with a twist,

straight into a beam.

You even think about
trying to stop him?

My leg!

And I'm bleeding.
Nestor!

Ay, dios mio!

I think I broke my knee.

Hey, hey, hey.

Get her out of here! Okay.

So listen up.

Nestor, we know
that Mikey was in here

telling you to run.

And a gun with Mikey's prints
killed Tony.

Now, nestor,

tell me why
you killed Tony Giordano.

Yeah, I mean, I'm just
supposed to get the watch,

you know, but this guy!

He throws the wife down, he...

he's all over me.
Right. You know what?

You do one thing right now,
and it seals the deal.

And I tell the DA
that you cooperated

more than any guy
since ever.

What do you want?
What do you want?

Yeah, told you,
don't call me.

No, I know.
I'm just going to need money.

Do you want me to go
for a long time?

No, you listen to me,
you little son of a bitch!

I didn't have to come
tell you anything, all right?

I could've just let the cops
come and grab you.

- No! No!
- Shh! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey!
Callate!

Listen, buddy,

I'm not the one
who pulled the trigger.

Don't just stand there!
My boy is hurt!

Is that your mom?

Shh! Get her out of here!

Come here, come here,
come here!

GPS his phone,
cover all the subways near him,

and get to his apartment. Now.

- Are you looking?
- I'm look...

I'm looking at the GPS,
okay?

And according to the GPS,
he's around here somewhere.

Well, the guy could have
ditched the phone.

The... the phone
is not moving, okay?

So look, look in the street!
Why... shh! All right, fine.

You don't have to shout,
though.

Wait.
What?

- Is that him right there?
- Where?

Right there!
Behind the bag lady.

- I don't see him.
- Right there! Right there!

Pull over. Pull over.

Go! Go!

Move! Move! Move!

Move! Move! Move! Move!

Go, go, go.

He's coming.

Move! Move!

Hey!

You had him.
You had him. That's great.

He was right in front of you.

Well, the guy's
a freaking magician.

What do you want me to do?

I'm going to check the back.

That what you gonna do?

Hey, uh...

I'm going to go
that way, okay?

Let me see your hands! Hands!

Hands! Yes!

Let me see them!

- Get up! Get up!
- No, no, no!

It's okay.
We're detectives.

My knee, man!

Make me run for two blocks!
I twisted my ankle!

It's okay ma'am. It's okay,
don't worry about it.

Go back to shopping.

No, you listen to me,
you little son of a bitch!

I could've just let the cops
come and grab you.

Listen, buddy,

I'm not the one
who pulled the trigger.

Tony was just about done.
You know that?

Borrowed money

to stay above water.
Desperate.

Whatever.
He jammed me.

Well, you're even now,
though.

Look, we were going
to open a bar together.

Yeah, Tony and me.

I found a space...
it was perfect.

Tony said he had his end,
but, you know, did I have mine?

"No," I said, "I wear
a fricking t-shirt to work."

So Tony takes me to this guy
who loans me 10 grand,

Just like that.

- Spider Skolnick.
- Yeah.

And the vig's ten points,
but, you know, what the hell?

I mean, you know,
we'll be rolling, right?

Only, no,
because Tony flakes.

Okay? He pulls out,
and he acts like it's nothing.

He acts like I'm nothing.

But you know
what's not nothing?

Owing the Russian mob
10 grand.

Plus an extra thousand a week
for infinity.

You see?
It's too thin.

The glass is all milky

and the second hand
doesn't sweep.

Got a guy killed

for a solid tin
street-corner turd.

How's that sit?

Here you go.

Thank you.

You moving?

Evicted.

- Where you going?
- My parents.

Which is kind of perfect,

since they're
the only people I know

who never liked Tony.

Well, at least Milner
and the firm

wrote off what Tony owed.

Yeah, that was a nice offer.

Accompanied by
a not so nice one.

Tony's dead three days.

His boss offers
a condolence bang.

I'm sorry.

No, he did not.

- Mm-hmm.
When you walked in,

I told him to get
the hell out

or I would, um,

get Tony's
Russian mafia friends on him.

Good move.

Anyway, you take care.

Are you happy, now?

That you, um,

that you got him?

I know I'm supposed to be,
but...

Tony wasn't perfect,
God knows.

But he was the fun...

The noise and the laughs...

In every room
he was ever in.

Where is all that?

Everything Tony was...
where is it?

It's so...Quiet.

Who did it, why...

it doesn't help.

I want to know
where he is now.

You tell me that.

I wish I could...Louise.
I do.

Gentlemen, Watch this.

Dude.

Uh, Jane, about our bet...
- Yes? Uh-huh.

The other day,
the Cheek Alvarez thing?

- Yeah, I remember.
- Well,

you see, how you called it
and how it turned out

were, technically,
two different things.

Because I said
it was a mugging gone wrong,

and you said
it was a murder for hire.

Well, technically,
it was a mugging for hire.

So, just clarifying my terms.

- He's got you there.
- Okeydoke.

Guys, I'm late.
Whoa, whoa.

No, no.
This needs to be settled

in the interest of morale
and maintaining goodwill

on future bets...
needs to be settled.

Thank you, skip.

See, Jane,

what I'm proposing
is that

you were right,
But I was also right.

So, I propose
we call it even.

- Okay.
- Only fair.

- Oh!
- See you later.

♪ ♪

And, 44 for the megaball...

Oh, I want to box this one.

And then go to 3...

10...

23...

Excuse me.

I'm sorry, could you take
a break for a minute,

get me a pack of smokes?
Um...

The next one is 14...

- For the love of God.
- 23 again.

And, uh,

22, 41...

Uh, get open!

- Get it open.
- All right,

let's keep it going.
This one is from Jane.

From Jane. Okay.

What do you think, bud?

You like it Owen?

Cool!

- Awesome.
- Cool!

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