Prime Suspect (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 9 - Gone to Pieces - full transcript

[Police radio chatter]

"Remove rudder hatch."

"Make sure
propeller screws tight.

See figure one."

Where's figure one?

Watch your feet, detective.

Huh?

Lovely.
[Groans]

Who am I standing in?

Car nails the guy.
Almost cuts him in half.

Any witnesses?



Wino says he saw a blue, red
mustang with vanity plates.

How useful.

Is he around?

Over there,
asleep in the trash.

If there's any booze left
in that bottle, I may join him.

Here, hold this.

You find anything
on street soup here?

I'm not putting
my hands in there.

Oh, grow a pair, you girl.

You, uh, buying a boat, sir?

Making a model.

For my dead partner's son.

[Grunts]

[Sighs]



Bag this.

And while you're at it,

find another detective
for this case.

It stinks of "unsolvable."

I'm never going to find
figure one now.

[Scraping sound]

[Laughter]

[Chuckles]
Jane...

Hmm?

What?

You keep jumping me every time
I pick up a hammer,

I'm never going
to finish this thing.

You are going
to finish, though, right?

[Hammer clatters]

You really want to talk
about that right now?

- Uh-huh.

About all the work I'm doing

for Owen's room?

[Gasps]

Yeah, you like that, huh?

Uh-uh, uh-uh,
I-I got a nail.

- What?
- Stuck in my foot.

- I got a nail stuck in my foot.
- Oh, jeez.

Pull it out, please,
pull it out, pull it out.

Okay, on three,
I'm going to pull it out.

- Okay, ready? One...
- Ow!

You said three.
Ouch. Oh, yikes.

I know.
You all right?

I'm fine. Why'd you put
the nails on the ground?

I'm going to get the peroxide.

Ow.

This is the kind of thing that
makes me almost not in the mood.

[Sighs]

You know, you're supposed
to get a tetanus shot

every ten years.

Yeah, you're supposed to do
a lot of things that I don't do.

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Is that a good idea?

Isn't the nicotine
going to mainline

right into you
through the hole?

And the problem with that
would be what?

My apartment
is a damn construction site.

Someone's always putting things
where they don't belong

and not fixing things
they're supposed to fix

when they're supposed
to fix things for a living.

Thus igniting
your control issues.

I don't have control issues.

Oh, yeah?
Sure.

You never need to have
the last word neither.

Detective Timoney.

Detective Duffy.

Do you believe in justice,
Detective Timoney?

Did you spit in this?

[Laughs]

No. I need a favor, Jane.

I caught a case last night.

And I'm all...

I'm kind of
out of my depth on this one,

and I was hoping maybe...

You would see your way clear
to taking it off my plate.

I'd sure owe you one.

Give me the milk or move.

You know what your problem is?

Oh, why limit it to just one?

You think you're too good
for regular police work.

I think that you're trying

to dump your loser dead-end case
on me, is what I think.

Oh, sure.
If it's not a high profile,

cameras flashing,
get your face on the TV...

Then you don't want it,
apparently.

Me? A fellow officer
comes to you

in the spirit of cooperation,
asks for a little help...

Oh, that's what "take this
case off my plate" means.

I didn't realize it.

- "Faithful..."
- That's...

"Unto death."

Fidelis ad mortem.

That is our motto.

That is what
we have sworn to be.

Now, this disgusting display
of eighth grade cooty-spraying

has no place in my squad.

Yeah, but, Kevin, listen.
She gave me...

- I... no,
I-I would suggest...

Nay, I would encourage you both
strongly, paternally,

and with the power to suspend
the next stinking goat

who pisses me off,
to quit the kid stuff

and look to your Latin.

Skip, unis found
that hit and run car.

Blessings are bestowed.
Timoney, check out the car.

Duffy,
get the victim identified.

Pater et filius
et spiritus sanctus.

♪ Amen ♪

what are you working on?

Got my Cinderella case.

Two hookers stabbed each other
with a pair of purple pumps.

Good answer.

Then I won't make you
make me a cup of tea.

Listen to this.

Cops find the guy
run over in the street.

No idea who he is.

My answer... I.D. chips
in your skull.

Wake up out there
and give me a call, New York.

Talk radio 1040.

Hey.

Weird how no one thought
this was worth mentioning.

Someone dumps a car here,

I'd be surprised
if it wasn't on fire.

Yeah, well, then I got nothing.

Toasted mustang is registered
to one, uh, Erica Weidner.

That's not nothing.

You know where
I can find this person?

Thanks.

[Loud music plays]

♪ ♪

Nice hat.

Two drink minimum, hon.

Oh. What's going on?

Uh, I'm waiting for somebody.

Erica Weidner.

Who?

Bambi... Lustyleather?

Prime Suspect Season 01 Episode 09
Gone to Pieces
Original Air Date December 1, 2011

So again, you reported it
stolen last night?

Yeah, so I went out between
shifts to grab my...

I got this great
Wonder Woman outfit,

with the bracelets and the rope
and the boobs and...

So yeah, it was...
It was just gone.

I mean, the car,
with the outfit in it and...

Okay, okay,
let's back up to the part

where you leave
the keys in the car.

I have to.

I mean, Jorge, the lock guy,

he lets me park for free.

Well, not free, I've got to
flash him every night, but...

And he needs the keys
to move the car.

- Right.
- Right.

And Jorge likes his rum, so...

So...Oh, so
he's either asleep

or down the street
having a pop,

and he doesn't know
what happened to it.

Yeah.

So one more time...

Hey, detective!
Remember me?

Solicitation bust
five years ago.

I didn't have the teeth
or the 36 ds.

Remember?

- Uh-huh.

Joyce...
Something or other.

Traci Madonna now.

See, Tracey was the street
I grew up on,

and Madonna was my Guinea pig.

Oh, so that would make me,
um... Fluffy Hillside.

Hey, are you doing vice

and homicide now? Or...

Just homicide.

Hey, wait, wait, wait, hey.

Hey, remember when you told me
to get off the street?

- Uh-huh.
- I totally did.

Right? Anyway,
you changed my life.

For real.

Thank you.
Is that weird?

No, it's, uh...
lovely to see you.

Hey, you're awesome.

Yep, I'm Wonder Woman.

Awesome!

Oh, the Keating family,
there you are...

No, no, no!

Hey, no candy.
Hey, no candy!

You guys, no.
You heard your mom.

You heard your mom.
And anyway, Jackie,

you can't look in there today.

I got a surprise
for you in there.

But you got to be patient,
you've gotta be patient.

Freeze, turkeys!

Hands in the air.

Hi, Marie.

Who wants a lollipop?

Unless I get in there
and eat them all first.

Whoa, lollies!

After dinner.

[Laughs] How you doing?

Cup of tea?

Look at this,
a little steering wheel.

I have a little boat
I'm building Jackie.

But you've got to stop giving
him stuff all the time.

Don't worry,
I got a dolly for Rosie.

No child left behind.

Plus I got a ham for Sunday.

Oh, you know, the only thing
is, I talked to my mom.

I think we're going to go up
to Rochester for the weekend.

Oh, okay.
The whole weekend?

Well, they want
to see the kids and...

Sure, but I thought
you guys were just up there.

Plus they were here all the time
after Jay died.

I know. The kids miss them
and... it's helpful for me.

You know, sometimes I...

Oh, sure, no, no problem.
I get it.

Sure.

I know.
You got a ham.

Spiral ham.

And a boat.

And a dolly.

Well, I guess
we'll see you Sunday, Regis.

Hey, that's what
I like to hear.

[Laughs] Regis?

How you doing there, Regis?

It's a family name.

Well, you got anything
on the car, Detective Timoney?

Torched mustang,
reported stolen.

- Owner got an alibi?
- Rock solid.

You, uh,
I.D. the hit-and-run guy yet?

M.E.'s still picking
chunks of gall bladder

out of the wallet, so...

All righty, I'm gonna go back
to my own cases now.

Actually, I'm going
to need to give you

Mr. Squishy.

Actually, I'm not going to be
doing that, but thanks.

Except for how you are.

Ask the lieutenant
if you don't believe me.

He said to pass it on...
to you.

Seems like I'm being called up
for some random drug test.

Don't worry, I'll pass.
My body's a temple.

If you think
I'm just gonna take...

Hey, excuse me.

Can I borrow you for a second?

Seriously, what am I,
a toothbrush, people?

I was thinking
I could use your expertise

on the hopeful solution
of a homicide.

Yeah, that's...
That's fine by me.

So long as she remembers
her other cases.

Drink a lot of water, Regis.

Regis?

[Laughs]

It means "kingly," all right?

Oh, Regis.

Also...
cram it.

Regis.

Manhattan East Homicide
85 Precinct Units

at 714 East 119.
DOA, male shot.

Possible homicide.

Got a .32 here.

Got a holster.

Huh, got a wallet.

I got an apple.

Look, got the crime scene.

And got a dead guy
in the bathroom.

Okay, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Has he got his britches on?

I like to brace myself in cases
of full-on male nudity.

- Full-on clothed.

Okay, look.

He comes running in,
slams the door.

They come blasting
all the way through, right?

Look at this.

Two to the chest, one to
the neck, one to the wall.

One to the toilet tank.

Yeah, the water came through
the ceiling downstairs,

so the super let himself in.

That's when 911 got called.

It's no signs of forced entry.

Mm-hm.
- What we got?

Look.

- Oof. Good-bye,
Rick Kantor,

28, Taurus.

Carry permit.

Not an organ donor.

Oh, look at this, Mr. Rick
was a rep for an escort service.

- Pimp.
- A modeling agent.

Pimp again.

An executive vice president
for a website... Tops and Tails.

- Cyber-pimp.
- And a talent scout

- for Studded Pickle Productions.
- Studded Pickle.

Oh, wow, it's a real
renaissance corpse we got here.

Studded Pickle is, uh...
King Dickens.

I used to run into him
constantly

when I was doing vice.

Slippery bastard.

- Ooh, we like those.
- What else we got here, folks?

They're handy.

But I don't want
an I.D. chip in my head.

There's one in your phone,
you car,

and the 16 cats
I'm sure you live with.

What makes you so special?

Detective Timoney, long time.

Mr. Dick-ens.

Hey, come on,
you can call me King.

No.
This is Detective Velerio.

Do you know a guy named
Rick Kantor, Mr. Dickens?

Rick, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Rick is a guy that I know.

He send you to see me
for some reason?

Hey, if you changed your mind
about going on camera

and didn't tell me first,
it'll kill me.

Shut up.

Mr. Dickens,
Rick Kantor is dead.

Someone went into his place
and shot him.

You know anybody
who would want to do that?

Let's take a little stroll.

The undoing
of Lacey Garments, huh?

Yeah, my Citizen Kane.

Girl-on-girl mostly.

One of the girls
was from England.

Actual British.
[Chuckles]

Ooh, obviously a period piece.

Hey, hush now, Janie,
the man is explaining his craft.

One man's treasure
is another man's trash.

You can't assign
artistic value to a thing

without first considering
the beholder.

- You make low-rent
smut videos.

Your Citizen Kane...

You shouldn't even be allowed
to watch Citizen Kane.

Art's dead, detective,
the Internet killed it.

Okay? The trolls out there,
they want what they want

fast and dirty.

Which can be
some pretty bizarre

and exotic dishes
for sure, but...

Hey, at feeding time,
we all know why we're there.

[Moaning]

Hey, put a sock on it, Roger.
We got company.

Nice job, King,
ruined the take.

I'm not going again.
The cake is making me sick.

The screechy blonde's my wife.

- The icing's giving me a rash.
- Hi, wife.

I think it's the dye
or something.

Well, forget about
your fire door for a sec.

All right?
Sit down.

I got something to tell you.

Guess who went and got himself
murdered last night?

Your meat sack boyfriend Rick.

[Vomiting]

[Chuckles]

Did you get that?

Good.

[Coughs]

Bam!
Magic.

Straight to the back please.

Jane, is that King Dickens?

And is that Montana Ride?

Really?

Hey, listen,
women just got to be there.

Us guys, we've got to practice.

Vomiting in three, two...

- Ada Bullock's looking for you.
- Yeah?

- Jane, do you mind if I,
uh, pre-interview Ms. Ride?

You see, I have some questions

about the historical accuracy
of Lincoln's Dirty Bedroom.

Sure, get her to sign
your booby while you're at it.

Want to know the best part

about being Assistant
District Attorney?

Um, using the ladies' room?

Working with detective bureau.

That's what
I would have thought.

Seriously?

Hey, uh, listen,
I got a big case Friday.

Grand Jury case.
It's a good one.

Good case. I'm feeling
pretty good about myself.

But, uh, our mutual friend
Detective Collins,

the poor guy decides
to pass kidney stones

right in the middle
of me prepping him.

That's not really a surprise.

Stevie Collins never met
a protein he wouldn't eat.

Yeah, well,
poor guy's going to be

out of commission
for over a month.

And I don't know
if you heard me

when I said that part earlier

about Grand Jury, Friday.

Sure. Yes, I did.

Well, do me a favor, you know?

I'm asking you
to help me out here.

I'll give you the case files.

You just come down
to the courthouse.

We'll bang it right out.
Yeah, I'm not doing that.

Get some other
poor schnook to do it.

You're the poor schnook I want.

So long, counselor.

Is it too late
to ply you with liquor?

Eh, well, maybe not.

But then I'd be all sincere
and tell you I'd do it.

And then just...
not show up.

This is ridiculous.

You're here voluntarily.

Well, I say no,
she's on my back

with a string
of obscenity charges.

On your back with
a murder charge now, though.

I didn't kill Rick.

He was having relations
with your wife.

[Laughs]

Montana has "relations" with
20 guys a day on camera.

What makes Rick
different to that?

Business is rough anymore.

No, the salad days of
the '90s are over.

- Salad?
- Money's tight?

Well, I mean,
minimum wage is $7.25.

Subway costs $2.50.

And what are you going to do
with the last $4.75?

Either masturbate or eat.

- It's a thinker.
- It's a thinker.

Is that why you started up
with Rick Kantor?

Financial security?

A girl's got
to look after herself.

And how did your husband feel
about that relationship?

He punched Rick in the face.

Because the guy brought me
in some junkie bitch

kept nodding off in
the middle of the action.

And she stole her wardrobe.

Well, can't have that.

Look, I'm a businessman, okay?

There's demand.
I supply.

Demand isn't patient.

Demand isn't nice.

Demand wants satisfaction now.

And tomorrow, it wants it more.

Do I lament the death of film?
Of cinema?

Of my better nature?

I've got to get as much cash
out of them as I can

in as short a time as possible.

And if I'm paying you
to help me do that,

well, then, you better help me.

Or I'm going to punch you
in the face.

Or shoot you
through the bathroom door.

We had a whole business plan,
Tops and Tails.

Um, new website.

Porn, but like,
self-determining.

We get to say what we do.

And who.

That sounds great.

How did you come up
with the money

for this, uh, business venture?

- I-I...Well...
- Mm-hm?

We sort of, uh...

Borrowed it.

Borrowed from...
your husband?

And did he know about that?

- Maybe.
I-I-I'm not sure.

But now Rick is dead.
Right?

- Uh-huh.

Montana.

Who do you think killed him?

Now remind me again, the night
of the murder, you were...

Home.

I fell asleep watching
the Miracle On Ice documentary.

Oh, not much of an alibi.

I didn't kill
Rick Kantor, so...

Your wife thinks you did.

Nice try.

They were stealing from you,
you know that?

Huh?

She and Rick
were taking your money

to start their own web company.

Okay, look, you want to book
me on murder charges, go ahead.

You got nothing.

You got any other charges
that you'd like to try,

bring 'em,
'cause I'll beat them again.

Sit down.

You're treating me
like a criminal.

Do you know how many more rapes
there'd be if it weren't for me?

Sit down!

Now!

Okay, you can get up now.

[Man speaking in low voice]

Help you with something?

Oh, hey, I'm Matt Webb.

I'm, uh, Jane's boyfriend.

The divorced guy, right?

Yeah, right.

Uh, we're just coming by
to meet her for dinner.

This is my son, Owen.

Good lad, Owen.

Detective Duffy.
Reg Duffy.

Hey, Reg, how's it going?

Good.

How do you like
working with Janie?

I...

like it fine.

She mention me to you?

Reg Duffy?

What'd she say?

I don't know, sorry.
I'm not that good with names.

But I got your face,
I'll remember now.

Hey, hey, leave that alone.

So I've got to ask,

in your movies, you know,
you really seem like

you're enjoying yourself.

Is that true or...

Well, you know, it's as real
as you want it to be.

- Oh, I want it real.
- [Laughs]

- You lousy, fluffing,
gold-digging whore.

You steal my money?
I'll kill you!

[Screaming]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Cool.

Okay, I got it,
I got him, I got him.

Come here.

Hey!

Hey, ready to go
to dinner, buddy?

- Hey, listen.
- No, you listen.

The cops, they I.D.ed
that hit and run body.

So what?

So we don't need
no I.D. chips.

Wrong, dummy.

Next caller.

Hey.

Any chance, uh,
I can get inside...

Uh, what's his name?
Road kill guy's...

Michael Bachman's apartment?

The, uh, hit-and-run.

Couldn't find any next of kin.

And no one's getting a warrant
until the judge thinks

you've wasted enough time
looking for relatives, so...

You should've just palmed
the guy's keys

and gone in on the sly.

Think I didn't think of that?

Car fused them into
his pelvis, pretty much.

Nice boat.

It is.

It's a nice little boat
for Jack Keating.

'Cause his father's dead and
can't make him a little boat.

Which he would've done.

'Cause he was a great dad.

A great man.

The kind of which
is now my responsibility

to see that Jack
grows up to be.

Me and Jay were going
to take our pensions

and hit the water.

I was going to buy a boat.

A big one,
a... Cabin Cruiser.

We were going
to go fishing, grilling,

swimming off the back.

My best friend,
his wife and kids and me.

Uncle Reg.

That would've been great.

This is what I got.

You watch it
with that kid, Owen.

Got a lot going for him,
you can tell.

Try not to ruin it,
why don't you?

But he's right.
The answer to crime is simple.

Tag these scumbags like bears
so we know where they are.

Thanks for the help.

Everything got scrambled
when Dickens hit my desk.

- I've got some DD-Fives here.

Now, this one is
for Mr. Rick Kantor,

who got all shot to hell
in his bathroom.

Kantor's here.

- And this is for hit-by-a-car
Michael Bachman.

Yeah, next time
there's a precinct fight,

let's make sure, uh,
we toss the guy

on Duffy's desk and paperwork.

- A well-thrown sneezebag like
King Dickens would've ruined

that little boat Regis
has been working so hard on.

That's just mean, Janie.

There's Kantor's rap sheet.

- That too.
- Yeah.

You've got kids, yeah?

All kinds of kids.

Step, biological.

Well, I guess
that's only two kinds.

All right, so what makes
a good parent?

- Tell me that.
- I don't know.

Really?
Wow.

Enlightening.
Thanks for sharing.

Okay, well, okay, okay...

I think being a good parent

is like being
the giving tree, except

instead of giving up pieces of
your body for your kids,

you give them money.
[Laughs]

And pieces of your body.

So cash and kidneys...
That's your secret.

Cash, kidneys, and love, yeah.

- Yeah.
- Business cards.

Rick Kantor's business cards.

'Cause Michael Bachman's
look like this.

I had to separate
everything from his wallet

from all the guts and gore.

Well, then, here's a Bachman
and another one.

And another one.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- What?

Can you read that?

Uh...

"Ails dot com."

No, no, no.

Tops and Tails dot com.

- Tops...
- Why is that familiar?

Why can I hear that
coming out of your mouth?

Me? Hey, since when
do I need some website

to help me get my swerve on?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait. I-I can hear me, too.

- Yep.
- Um...What was I talking about?

Kantor's place, Kantor's place.

Remember? You were
going through his wallet.

This is right,
I think this is right,

I think this is right.
Studded Pickle.

Tops and Tails.

Tops and Tails!

Look, same guy.
These guys knew each other.

Rick Kantor
and Michael Bachman.

Got it, got it, got it,
got it, got it.

- Okay.
- Remember?

All right,
jovial work atmosphere.

Nice.

How's my hit-and-run coming?

Oh, good.

Looks like the victim and
Ev's dead pimp knew each other.

Case just turned
from a dead-end loser

to a rock-crusher,
and it's my hit-and-run now.

You gave it to me, remember?

What else?
I need these two.

- Okay.
- Got that.

Rick Kantor, shot in his
apartment

apparently by someone
he knew.

Michael Bachman, randomly
run down in the street.

And Rick Kantor,
we know, is a pimp

who solicited actors
for the sex films

of King Dickens,
our prime suspect.

You liked the guy that much,

why'd you let him go?

He had motive, opportunity.

Look who wants to be
a detective all of a sudden.

Anyway,
Bachman is the key here.

He ties into
the Internet business

that Kantor had
with King's wife.

Great lady, by the way.

All right, we need
to put this King Dickens

at the strip club
the night of the murder.

Access to the hit-and-run car
will give us enough to roll him,

lawyer or no lawyer.

We also need to get
into Bachman's place

and find something more solid

that hooks him directly
into King.

Exactly.
I have an idea for that.

All right, okay,
everybody. Go.

Am I dreaming, or are we
going to a strip club?

Hey, counselor,
you ever answer your phone?

Honestly? No,
it's never good news.

I'm going to do
your Grand Jury.

Oh, yeah, okay, if I what?

Expedite a warrant.
Dead guy, Michael Bachman.

I can't reach his next of kin,

and I need to get
into his place.

Is this going to turn around
and bite me?

- Probably...Not.
- All right.

- Grand Jury.
- Uh-huh.

Grand Jury, four whiskeys,
a steak to be named later.

Okay? I got
the case files inside.

I can't now.

I've got to talk to strippers.

That's nice.
I pity your dull life.

[Louder] I pity your dull life.

Crap!

They gave me
D-Strength patches.

I'm going to have
to use three of them.

Hey, you really think King
did this hit-and-run?

I don't know, I mean,
it doesn't seem like his style.

His style or capability?

I mean, Jeffrey Dahmer worked
in a chocolate factory, Janie.

Your point being?

My point being,

all kinds of people are capable
of all kinds of things.

- Hey!
- Look out!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
you watch where you're going!

Now, you see,
take me for instance.

- Yeah?
- If you weren't here right now,

I would be shooting
a bike messenger.

I am walking here!

Seven huge guys,
and they got machetes.

They got a pile of money.

On a table.
They got caged turkeys.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So no King Dickens on video

off the two security cameras
that aren't broken,

but they all know him.

No one seen him that night.

You still like him for it?

I love the greasy weasel.

And obviously,
he's not a stranger here.

He could've known
about the car.

Everyone knows about the car.

Hey, excuse me, ma'am?

There was a waitress here
the other night, Jodi?

Uh, is she around?

Jodi's been out.
I think she's sick or something.

Got an address on her?

Hey, Ev.
Ev!

Oh, excuse me.

Thanks.

You and, uh, Bambi
crack the case yet?

Hey, look, how many times
I got to tell you?

Women get all kinds of angry
if you don't flirt with them.

And angry women
do not cooperate.

[As Ev] "I speak Spanish,

"a little Italian.

Enough French
to order wine."

[As Bambi]
"I like wine."

- Bye bye.
- "I like wine."

Shh, you're just jealous.

Hey.

Uh, how old are the kids?

Drew's 8.
Sheena's 14.

A couple of cuties.

They grow up before
you know it, huh?

If you can feed them.
Roxy!

Roxy.

Sheena, can you come
get this dog?

You, uh, feeling okay?

You've been out of work
since the night I stopped in.

Oh, yeah, I had a thing.

That place is filthy, you know?

Of course, it's not like
I can afford to be out sick.

I hear that.

You seem to be doing okay.

Dinner, you guys!

Hey, the night
I stopped in the club,

do you remember seeing
King Dickens there?

- Who?
- King Dickens.

He's a regular.

Don't know him.

Every other girl
at the club seems to.

Every other girl down
at that club knows

a lot of people I don't know.

Sheena, Drew!

Hey, let me ask you something.

Um...

Have you ever heard
any of the other girls

talking about doing movies?

Pornographic movies,
that would be.

I clock in,
sling drinks for ten hours,

come home, give half my money
to the babysitter.

Go to bed, wake up,
do it again.

I-I don't know anyone
or anything.

I just do it
for my family, okay?

You guys, get in here now.

Thank you.
Have a good dinner.

Went over to bachman's
apartment.

Yeah?

He's got some dead goldfish,
old milk.

Some nothing else.

We got his laptop,

and, uh, hopefully
there's something on here.

Okay.

Whoa!

Oh, my God,
it's like Christmas morning.

We're looking for Jodi Barret.

You got a picture?

That's what I'm getting
for you, fool.

- We need to watch all of these.
- Yes.

Until we find her.

I know she's lying
about knowing Dickens.

But I need to prove she's
lying to find out why.

So you're on
Bachman's computer.

Augie, you're on porn.

Just watch these and don't stop
until you spot Jodi.

Jane, that's going
to take all night.

Or longer.

Bless you.

Mmm!
Ugh.

Oh...

Just find her.

Buddy, you need an old sock?

Oh, my God.

I hate sex.

It's like,
human beings are, like,

the most disgusting
animals, my friend.

You're telling me.
I can smell you from here.

I'm assuming
you didn't find Jodi.

Jane, I'm going to need
to look at dolphins and rainbows

for the next 24 hours.

You're going to need
to take a shower,

is what you're going to need.

Great use
of manpower there, Janie.

Give me a better idea.

I said already, bring
the smut-mutt in and crack him.

With what, Regis?

We don't have him at the club,
or in the hit-and-run car.

And no prints on the gun.

Sure, sure.

Plus you could never pin him
down when you were working vice,

and now you're running weak.

Hey, Jane, I think
I found your girl.

While the cat's away,
the mice will play.

See these sexy housewives
and young studs

spend their afternoon
in pure delight.

Between us, we've probably
seen, what, 100 dead bodies?

But this is kind of awkward.
[Moaning on laptop]

Amen to that.

Milf Masters.
It's MILF Madness.

These ladies
just can't get enough.

Right there.

Eh...

I don't know.
Maybe.

You can't really see her face.

Might be something
better on here.

The guy was an editor, too.

So he's got, like, days
of this stuff on his hard drive.

Did you search her name?

Yeah, but there's
no real names.

It's... it's all,
uh, fancy Savoy,

Rebel Flagg, Fuzzy Mount.

Traci Madonna?

I changed her life.

Um, try this.
Yeah?

Search, um, Rock
something or other.

Something or other Roxy.

Yeah, yeah.

Roxy Brookside?

Why not?
Let's see it.

All right...

This light's buzzing, man.

It's annoying me.
Fix it.

There's your boy.
King Dickens.

He's so gross.

Come on, how tight you want it?

- And there's Michael Bachman,
hit-and-run victim

and cameraman.

I want her eyes.

I want... I want you to see
inside her head.

Hey, Rick, what's up, bro?

This your friend?
Oh, yeah, that's a good one.

And there's Jodi.

Yeah, I know him
from, uh, work.

He drives me sometimes.

Now he's helping you make
a little real money, huh?

Say, sit down, sweetheart.

Well, real money's always good.

Yeah.

Hope he told you this is
work, though... it's hard work.

Is there where... where... where
we're gonna...

Yeah.
[Chuckles]

Mike, she wants to get
right down to it, huh?

That's good, I like that.
Yeah, just hold your horses.

Jodi, right?

What are you, like 35?
You got kids?

I got two. I...
Uh, a son and...

Yeah, Rick says the daughter
could be a real star.

Oh, nice.

We like stars, right?
Always looking for them.

You ready?

Look into the camera.
Right there.

Okay, all right.

Man, I'm going to have
to loosen you up a lot, huh?

Hey, there, so today
we are here with a true MILF.

35, two kids.

Bet they're real
proud of you, right?

I just want to do this
and get paid, you know?

Oh, yeah?
All right.

Then get on
your hands and knees.

Let's go.
You want to get paid?

Get on your hands and knees.

All right, I'm gonna make you

eat a little humble pie.

You understand?

[Belt cracking]

I don't hear you.
Do you understand?

Wait, stop, please.
[Crying]

I didn't hear you, what's that?

Stop, please.

[Laughs]

Where do you think
you're going, huh?

Did I say that we were done?

We're not done yet.
Listen...

Yeah, bet you're thinking
about your kids now.

[Belt whacks]
Stop, please, no, no, no.

I hear your daughter...

I hear your daughter
is really pretty, huh?

All right, let's see.

Let's see that pretty face.
[Crying]

We're ready.
Let's get these guys in here.

We're ready to go.

'Cause you've just
gone to pieces on me.

[Crying]

Was, uh... was King Dickens
at the club that night?

No, the, uh...
the other one.

With the...
With the cam... camera.

Michael Bachman was there.

Yeah, he, um...
He, uh...

Lou, can you go get us
some hot tea, please?

[Sniffling]

Hey, do you... you want
a cigarette?

Yeah.

I'd love to have one with you.

Unfortunately, I just quit.

[Sobs] I'm not...

I'm not like that.

I just... I needed the money
and I thought...

It'll be okay if I just

remember w-why
I have to do it.

It'll help us turn the corner,

be able to... to breathe.

So you saw Bachman at the club.

He was looking for me.
He, uh...

Rick had told him my...
my daughter's name.

Said they could
make her a star. She...

She is 14.

She's o...
she's only 14.

So then what happened?

They know where we live.

I can't watch her all the time.
I have to work.

She's young, she wants things.

I can't buy 'em.
What if they do?

What if they go to the house

and make promises and then...

So move.
Take your kids and run.

Where?

Someplace else
I can't take care of them?

I don't even have
the job I got now.

Did you kill Rick Kantor
and Michael Bachman?

What about King?
Didn't you want to kill him?

[Sobbing]
I don't want to kill anyone.

I just wanted
to keep my girl safe.

You arrest me,
what happens to my kids?

Do they... do they have
to go someplace

that you... you...
You send them or....

Oh, God.

Hey, hey.
Listen to me.

Listen to me, all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Look at me.

I had this case once,
similar case.

Woman. Good person,
bad, bad situation.

She got arrested for murder.

Thing is, with this woman,

she didn't get
convicted for murder.

She was so terrified,

so scared about
the safety of her kids,

that, uh, she snapped.

She snapped.

Yeah.

She, uh...Lost her grip
on reality for a while.

It was like she was in a dream.

She didn't know
right from wrong.

You understand what I'm saying?

I think so.

Matter of fact,
she couldn't even remember

the bad things that she'd done.

She kept saying
it was like a dream.

Crazy, confused dream.

Maybe that's...

What happened to me.

You need to be sure.

- I... well,
I-I can't...

I can't really remember now.

It was all like a...

Like a crazy dream.

Yeah.

She, uh...

Also had this great lawyer.

Uh, what was his name?

Um, public defender, Hynes.

- Hynes.
- Something or other.

Smart guy.

Th... thank you.
Thank you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The video put her
on the ropes, Lou said.

She was ready to fold.

He was calling child services.

And then she lawyered up.

Right, which is what
I don't get.

Well, I don't know
what to tell you.

Tell me why.

I might not know the details,
but I know the upshot.

I just don't know why.

Why would you do that?

You're a cop, Jane.
We arrest the guilty.

We don't decide
what happens next.

And frankly,
we shouldn't be allowed to.

She just got a more
even playing field, reg.

She hasn't won the game.

Hasn't even started.

And we're guilty, too,
of the things we don't do.

[Groans]

Oh, God, I'm going
to have a field day.

Harassment, bogus obscenity
charge, what else... murder?

No, but rape, though.

Rape?

You're smoking
the evidence locker.

I've got signed consents
from every one of those girls

who walks in the door.
You've seen them.

Yeah, I have seen them.

They say nothing
about choking and beating.

Let's go.
I got consent, I got...

Ah, here's a legal
fun fact for you:

The abuse in your video,
it constitutes coercion.

That negates consent.

How's that humble pie
taste, Dickens?

- [Thud] Oh!
- Watch the door.

You wanted to see me, Skip?

Yeah.

What the hell happened
with this double homicide?

I'm asking you straight, Reg,
'cause this smells.

Did Jane muck this up?

Girl demanded a lawyer.

It happens.

If you say so.

Think I'd say so if it didn't?

Fidelis ad mortem.

[Laughs]

Okay, my friend.
Listen...

I had a little chin-wag
with Marie Keating.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, and, uh...

You've been a rock for her.

And not that
anyone's ever prepared,

but I don't know how she'd have
gotten through Jay's dying

without you being there for her
and Jack and Rosie and...

and no less than Jay
would have expected.

And I know, you know?
He appreciates it.

He better.
[Laughter]

And not for nothing.
Marie does, too.

The thing is, uh...

That's what's making it hard
for her to tell you

how she needs things to be now.

Yeah, and what's that?

She wants to move the kids
upstate to be with her parents.

You know? So she has
a support system.

She's got
a support system here.

I know.
She knows that, Reg.

That's why she hasn't
done it yet.

But she wants to.
She wants to leave.

To forget a little.

For a while, you know?

And you have to let her.

Let her go, Reg.

Okay?

Please.

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Prime Suspect Season 01 Episode 09
Gone to Pieces
Original Air Date December 1, 2011