Southland (2009–2013): Season 1, Episode 4 - Sally in the Alley - full transcript

(train whistle blowing,
boy snickering)

Jump.

Somebody pass it
in the front.

(snickering)

MAN:
Dead unidentified female
victims in Los Angeles

are often called
"Sally in the Alley."

Our detectives wanted
to give this one a name.

I took my boys out
to lunch the other day, right?

And, uh,
Petey starts horsing around,

juggling meatballs
up in the air.

My little guy hates to be
upstaged by his brother,



so he takes these peas and
starts shoving them up his nose.

(laughing)
So, now it's official.

The Moretta boys are banned
from Denny's for life.

(laughing)

Hey.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.
No?

So, when are you going
to get Tammy pregnant?

No!

No. We are not ready.

(cell phone rings)

Tammy?
Yeah.

She wants this new
camera, the Hasselblad.

It costs around $2,000.



You serious?
Yeah.

It's an expensive hobby, man.

She's really good.
Yeah?

It's kind of more
than a hobby.

Really?
Yeah.

Wow. 'Cause I've heard
you say that before.

The potter's wheel?
Come on.

Oh, I know, I know,

but her photography's
really first-rate.

She's got a great eye.

(cell phone ringing)

Don't know where we're
going to get the money.

Yeah, I hear that.

Moretta.

Whoa, calm down, Pop.

Look, she probably
just stopped off

at a friend's house
after school.

If you don't hear
from her in an hour,

you give me a call, all right?

Just calm down.

All right.

Everything all right?

Yeah, man, yeah.
It's just my sister.

She keeps
driving my parents crazy.

They never know where she's
going or who she's going with.

It's what teenagers
do, remember?

(chuckling):
Yeah.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Sit down before
you take a tumble.

Forget it.
He's going to fall.

They never fall.

See? Hey, would you put him
back wherever he came from?

Hey!

Photos and SID are here,
but the coroner's backed up.

They don't know when
they're going to get here.
SAMMY: The shield?

She's naked.

She OD'd?

No, no. Her fingernails
are broken in half.

She got a rope
around her neck.

Man.

Clean-looking.
Not from the hood.

You print her?

Machine's not working.

She's the coroner's problem now.

NATE:
That could take days.

Just take a couple headshots.

Maybe Vice can ID her.

KENNY:
Mrs. Vargas called it in,

and she lives across
the alley in 3B.

She thought she was just
a drunk sleeping it off,

but when she didn't move
for 18 hours,

she actually realized
something was wrong.

All right. Like a naked girl
laying in an alley

isn't enough of a tip-off.

Hey, can you blame her?

She didn't want to
miss her novelas.

Before she called it in,

she said she saw some kids,
ages ten, 11,

fooling around in the alley,
taking pictures

with their cell phones.

Ten year old didn't do this.
Yeah.

Bangers?

No. They'd just
shoot her.

This guy's
a professional.

He tried to, uh, minimize
the trace evidence.

He knew by the time
somebody called it in,

the scene would
be contaminated.

It's a defense
attorney's dream.

Well, maybe
we can get lucky.

Get a hit off
the nail scrapings.

You know, from the rope,
we'll be able to tell

what the guy's into.

If it's nylon, it's boating.
If it's polyester, shipping.

Polypropylene, fishing.

You know, some rope
is sensitive to the cold.

Another deteriorates

under UV light, so...

It's my Sex Crime days.

I take back all the
crap I said about you.
Thank you.

I'll call Homicide.
Ask them to give us a hand.

All right.
Okay.

So, how am I
doing so far?

Excuse me?

I'm hoping I pass
this lunch test.

I can take you
on a real date.

Oh. It's not that.
I just...

I like to take things slow.

Not over him, huh?

We've all been there.

So, what do you do?

I work for the city.

In what capacity?

I'm an advocate
for the community.

Advocate?

Is that like a
social worker or...?

You could say that.

I got to tell you, Lydia,
I'm really enjoying this.

Oh, really?

Good.

So, where do you live?

I live with my mother.

That's sweet.

I mean, you don't hear
that often these days.

Yeah. I was in
a long relationship,

and when we broke up,

my mom, she was having health
issues, so I moved in with her.

How is she doing now?

Good.

So good, she's selling her house
and moving to Paris.

Paris?

That's pretty
impressive.

(cell phone chimes)

(Velcro peels apart)

Tsk.

Uh...

I'm sorry, but I have to leave.

I'm needed back
at the office.

Well, we haven't even
had dessert yet.

Mm... I don't have
much of a sweet tooth.

Lydia.

Can I call you again?

Oh. Yeah. Give me a call.

Okay. All right.

Writing can be overwhelming.

Okay? So I want you
to fight like hell

the urge to tell people
what you're working on.

'Cause I-I promise you,
even the people closest to you--

your-your boyfriend,
your-your husband,

your-your mother--

they are going to say things

to deflate you
and dissipate your energy.

You need to have faith
in yourselves...

(cell phone buzzing)

...faith in your voice...

and faith in your ability.

Any questions so far?

Sure, yeah. I know her face.
She works Highland.

SAMMY:
She was stripped clean and
dumped in South Central.

No clothes, no ID.

I think her street
name is Cherry.

Yeah, I've seen
her around.

Well, we'll show
these around

and see what we
can come up with.
All right.

Russell, I've been trying
to reach you for over an hour.

I was busy.

Answer the damn phone, Russell.

You know we're on call.

Sounds like your date
didn't go so well.

Meet me at the coroner's office.

Gangs needs our help
on a homicide.

Here she is.

She must have fought like hell.

(door opening)

(door closes)

Hi. I'm Detective Adams.

I need to identify
a murder victim.

She was dumped in an alley
with no ID and no clothes.

Take a number.

Won't take long. I just
need you to get the prints,

so we can get the ball rolling.

Prints are done
at the scene.

But the machine was
out of commission.

Why is that my problem?

Can't you just do us
this favor, please?

I make one exception,

and the floodgates open.

I'm sorry. I've been burned
too many times before.

Yeah, but this
isn't about you.

This is about giving
a poor girl a name.

She was dumped in the
alley like a bag of trash.

She deserves better than that.

So, what do you think?
Should we reinterview

the old lady that saw
the body in the alley?

SAMMY:
No. It looks like Kenny
covered all the bases.

Got a pretty good
description of the kids.

NATE:
Kenny's been on the ball lately,
hasn't he?

SAMMY:
I'm going to check
with Juvee.

Let them run it
through their database.

Yo. Miller time.

Okay.
Oh. Who's up next?

Not me. I got
the last report.

I'm primary, so
I get a pass.

(sighs)

Mrs. Miller.

NATE:
How are you today?

Fine.
Good.
Please have a seat.

Thank you.

NATE: So, uh,
(clears throat)

what can I do for you?

I'm here
to make a police report.

My daughter is missing.

NATE:
And what's your
daughter's name?

Princess.

Her age?

Just turned 19.

She's my baby.

My only girl.

When was the last time you saw
your daughter, Mrs. Miller?

January 7, 1992.

ANDY:
Guys, come here and take
a look at these idiots.

Come.

Can you hold on
one second, please?

So, I was checking
Facebook, MySpace, right?

Bingo. YouTube.

Geez.

SAMMY:
We know those kids--
they hang with Grape Street.

These little mutts have the
balls to put this on the Web.

Bragging rights.

Can you pause that?
Yeah.

Look at that.

Bastards couldn't
even leave

the freakin' cross
on her neck.

Had to take that, too.

SAMMY:
Let's go pay those
baby bangers a visit.

I got my own ho's.

(chuckles):
"Ho's"?

He's got ho's.

You're just out of diapers, kid.

Sorry, my man,
I got witnesses
that put you there,

say you were all
over her ass.

No way. I do
some crazy stuff,

but I ain't no animal.

Well, unless you
start talking,

you're going away for murder.

(chuckles):
Yeah, right, you
don't got nothing on me.

Where'd you get the cross?

My momz.

Call your momz,

tell her to start praying.

Richter! How
you doing, boy?

He's doing good.
Yeah?

Richter, sit.

Good.

Speak.

(barking)

(laughs):
Lie down.

Lie down.

It's okay.

(chuckles):
Good boy.

Good. Play dead.

(whines)
(chuckles)

Reminds me of my
ex-wife in bed.

SAMMY:
Tammi.

Sammy! Yeah, yeah, yeah.

A woman wants
to hire Richter

to search her son's
room for drugs, and
she's gonna pay me $200!

Can you believe it?
200 bucks?

I'm gonna pass out flyers
around the neighborhood,

maybe even advertise
on the Web.
Absolutely not!

Absolutely not!

Why not?

What... I was gonna
put the money toward
the Hasselblad.

I am working.

Come on.

Any lead on
our girl yet?

Showed her picture on the street
but came up empty.

Thought Gangs
caught the case.

Yeah, but it looks like
it's not gang-related.

Good luck.

We're gonna need it.

Thanks.
All right.

That's pretty much it.

We're just gonna have
to wait for the prints.

Well, you can wait--
I'm working this case.

Why are you so bitchy?

A dead girl's body
is waiting to be buried,

and everybody seems
to be passing the buck.

Lydia, you cannot take
this so personally.

When's the last time
you had some fun, huh?

Hold up, you ain't
sticking shit on me.

Sit down! Sit... down.

I'm tired of it.

Shit-tired of it, okay?

You got the dead girl's

cross around your neck,
you've got your face

plastered all over the Internet.

You're going in,

case closed--
process him, Nate.

Easy, easy, you don't
got to do me like...

I'm doing you the same way
that you did the girl!

Hold up! It ain't
even like that!

Just having some fun
throwing a few rocks and stuff.

That's fun to you?

Huh? Take the cross
off your neck.

Take the cross
off your neck...

I got this!

Take the cross off!

Look,

all right?

I took the cross!

But I swear to you, man,
I didn't kill her.

Some old white dude was driving
around-- he dumped her there.

What kind of car
was he driving?

Old white dude van--
you know,

with the curtains
in the windows.

He circled the block
a few times.

Where are we headed?

The women's shelter
in Hollywood.

Most of the girls make
a pit stop there along the way.

I was thinking maybe
we could show her picture around

and see what we come up with.

Okay. Cool.

I know, Pop, but you and Mom
can't handle this on your own.

I need to know these things.

You have an address?

All right,
I'll see you in a minute.

What's up?

My sister Mercedes
still isn't home.

I need to take
a ride over there,

calm my folks down.

I got lucky--
one of the regulars knew her.

Her name is Nicole Nelson.

Let's go back to the office
and do a record check.

No, no, you were great.

Yeah, no, I'm gonna work
on my story right...

Yeah, the one
I told you about.

Okay, I got to go.

I'm working on
Sally in the Alley.

That homicide
in South Central.

Okay, bye.
Wrap that up.

There's been a shooting
on Hollywood and Highland.

Everyone goes.
Code 2. Right now.

Well, we're working on
this homicide, though.

It can wait.
Yeah, but we just
I.D.'d the victim.

We were on our way
to make the notification.

You know what,
Detective?

She'll still be dead
in five hours.

(wry chuckle)
(chuckles)

(siren wailing)

MAN:
Step back.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Oh! What is this,

the, uh, policeman's ball?
Hey, guys.
How you doing?

(laughs):
How you doing, man?

All right, we'll see
you in a second.

This is kooky, nuts.

(chuckles):
This is ridiculous.

ANTONIO:
You believe this shit?

There's more cops
out here than

the North Hollywood
shootout.

Some meth head tries to rip off
Mr. Schmitt from Stuttgart.

Mr. Schmitt says no,

puts up a fight,
gets shot in the thigh.

Nein.

That's "no" in German.

They could've had
two black-and-whites

and two detectives
to handle this.

Look at her--
I'll bet she's up there

telling the mayor
that the last time
a tourist got shot

was that Japanese lady in 1981.

Yeah, that guy who
shot his wife downtown
on the bridge--

they just arrested him.

I mean, it only took 20 years.

You know what they say, you,
uh, you can run all you want,

but if you kill a tourist,

you're going
to jail tired, you know?

I got a case for you
for that homicide blog.
Where you been, woman?

They shut us down two
months ago, said they
ran out of funds.

The community's in an uproar--
they don't know what's going on,

they don't know where
to commemorate their kid--
they want the blog up now.

I guess more people
have computers now

than read the papers,
though.
That's weird.

The whole world got
itself wired up.

Yeah, it's crazy.
Well, we got to canvass.
All right.

See you, Tony.
Yeah, see you later.

All right, who saw anything?

Um, once I release him,
please do not enter the room,

okay?
Okay.
Okay.

Whatever, um, whatever he...

whatever he finds,
I'll bring out to you, okay?

All right, boy.

Yeah, do your thing.

(growling)

Got something
in there? No?

Oh. Oh. What do
you got in here?

(growling)
MAN:
Oh, my gosh.

TAMMI:
There? There?

Sit!

Sit! Richter!

Okay, Richter, sit!

Um,

um...

Richter!
Richter!

Uh, release!

Release, Richter! Sit!

Richter!
Hey, um,
What the hell are you doing?

William, could you just
wait outside for a second?

We'll be... we'll
be through. Okay?

No! Who the hell are you?

(Richter growling,
woman screams)

WOMAN:
Oh, my God,
he bit him!

Oh, my God!

fucking dog bit me!

Bill, what
have you done?!

BILL:
What have I done?

I'm bleeding and I
have playoffs tomorrow.
All right, all right.

I'm really sorry, but he's just
doing what he's trained to do.

You shouldn't have done that.

Look what he's doing
to my Air Jordans.

I'll buy you
another pair.

They're not the same;
they're special edition.

Excuse me.

Yeah. That's why he
was going so crazy.

I will be disposing of this.

So, what do you know
about this guy?

His name is Edwin.

I don't know where he lives,
but I have his phone number.

How old is this kid?

He's 18.

Geez, Pop... she's 15 years old.

What the hell were you thinking?

Mercedes has a mind of her own.

You were the same at her age.
Why didn't
you tell me?

You have enough headaches
with work, the kids.

Yeah, but, Pop,
I could've stepped in.

I could've done something,
set her straight or something.

Hey, Edwin.

It's Mercedes' brother.

Put my sister
on the phone.

Well, where the
hell is she?

¿Sabes que? Cuedate alli.

Porque vengo por ti.

Hey,
Geez!

hey, hey, calm down.

You were young
once, remember?

(exhales)

You still have
your connection at
the phone company?

Sure.

Can we call that in?

Absolutely.

Pay this chulo
a visit.

Just be sure
and mention the fact...

Are we done here or are we
waiting for the National Guard?

(dogs barking in distance)

They probably went
to get a bite to eat.

She's in school, man.

You think this asshole
thinks about that?

(cell phone ringing)

School tomorrow.

She has
homework due.

You all
right, baby?

What happened?

(sirens wailing in distance)

What do you mean
he bit someone?

Who?

Who?!

I told you not to do that.

We are not insured for that.

We could be sued now.

Are you fucking
nuts, Tammi?

Tammi?

(sighs)

(doorbell rings)

Mrs. Nelson.

I apologize for
having to call you earlier.

We usually do this
in person,

but we had
a situation.

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

But may we come in and talk
to you about your daughter?

(crowd cheering over TV)

He don't
know it yet.

Is my mom dead?

Uh, you mind if I
turn this off here?

Yeah, she is.

I'm really,
really sorry.

She was a whore.

She was your mom.

Look... I know

you're always gonna
remember this night,

how awful it is.

But... you can build
good memories, too.

You know?

You got to do that.

You got to focus on that.

Try to remember
the nice things about her.

You know what I'm talking about?

All right, listen,

you ever want
to talk about this,

whenever that is--

two days from now,

a week, couple
months...

we can do that.

All right?

We can do that.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

(chuckles softly)

Your sister has a boyfriend.

What is the big deal?

That's what
teenagers do, right?

(sighs)

I hate competing
with those things.

Uh, we caught a homicide
earlier in South Central.

We need to put a rush on
the fingernail scrapings

and the rape kit.

Who do I need to speak
with to expedite this?

You're speaking to him.

We got a backlog of
3,000 cases on file.

We got to process
the ones closest

to the statute
of limitations.

These rape kits have been
sitting here for ten years.

Sorry to say.

Yeah, well, tell that
to the victim.

Whoa, ease up, Lyd.

Each one of these rape kits
represents a rapist

who could still be out there.

I hear you.

I got two girls.

But we're
shorthanded.

We were promised funding
to outsource it.

Never came through.

This is so wrong.
(cell phone ringing)

Yeah?

Um, I'm sorry to leave.

Uh, this just really isn't
a good time right now.

Okay. Bye.

Who was that?

The guy I had brunch with.

Yeah? Brunch?

That's safe.

So did he make the cut?

You gonna
see him again?

(laughs)

Come on, Lyd.

No one ever gets
a second chance with you.

Sorry, Russell,
I'm just really

not in the mood
to date right now.

(sighs)
Well, what do you

want me to do?

Put on a little outfit,
go out, get drunk,

stagger to my car,

get raped and
end up here

for ten years
waiting for somebody

to do something about it?

Jeez, Lyd.

Take it easy.

(sighs)

I got it.

Okay.

I didn't know
you still had that.

Uh, yeah.

Your mom gave that
to you, right?

My dad.

When you
graduated college?

Uh-huh.

So what are you doing?

Typing a letter
or something?

No, I'm gonna write.

You are
so competitive.

Can we not do
this right now?

But seriously, I write,
so now you have to write?

Can't we just
both write?

You and every
other cop.

Everyone thinks
they're a writer.

You know what, Dina?

You're not exactly Dostoevsky,

all right?

You're screwing that
teacher, aren't you?

No.

Fuck you.

(keys clink)

ENID (calling out):
Lydia, I'm heating up
something for you.

Thanks, Mom.

(laughs)

Got great taste.

That's for sure.

He didn't grow them, Mom.

Well, they're special.

He didn't just call
1-800-daisies.

Fine, I'll marry him.

I hope you brought home
an appetite

and not just
that foul mood.

I'm sorry.

It's just, this
case at work.

This girl
was murdered,

and it's like nobody
gives a damn but me.

I made veal
blanquette.

Fancy.

Well, you know,
I want to be able

to cook for real Parisians,
hold my head up high.

(car door alarm beeps)

The hell were
you thinking?

I'm sorry.

I was just so excited

about the money.

I-I don't want you to
have to worry anymore.

You can't start a business
without insurance.

Especially with
a messed-up animal.

He bit someone...
now we're liable.

That's not
my fault!

You never told me
about the insurance!

I told you not to do it.

Period!

I'm at work, I'm in

the middle of a case,
you show up,

I have to stop what I'm doing--

which is freakin' important,
by the way--

and explain it to you?

I'm sorry, Sammy!

(sobbing):
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

What am I gonna do with you?

Please, Sammy.

(sniffles)

I'm sorry.

Please.

Please.

(moaning softly)

Really, it's okay.

When I didn't hear from you,
I figured something was up.

It's Mercedes.

She never came
home from school.

I was driving around for
hours looking for her.

She's been giving my parents
a hard time lately.

Hanging out with
the wrong crowd.

They don't deserve that.

Oh, my God.

Your poor parents.

What I got to do is figure out
the best way to handle this.

No, we have to
figure it out.

You're not in this alone,
you know?

I know.

Well, we better do it fast,

because you have
another daughter on the way.

LYDIA:
Apologize for what?

You left a high priority scene

without being relieved
from duty,

you were mocking
the investigation,
which was Code 2.

Mocking it how?

You told Cathleen you thought
the National Guard was arriving?

I'm sorry. I was frustrated
to be pulled off a case.

Why isn't anybody
doing anything about

the backlog of DNA?

3,000 cases?

And not a single article
has been written?

Lydia, we are not
discussing this now.

I didn't know I was
part of the cleanup.

Cleanup?

Listen, I don't
spin anything.

Everything gets reported.

Yes, sometimes
it's a balancing act.

There's...

(clearing throat)

What kind of case
were you pulled off of?

Girl in South Central strangled
and dumped in an alley.

Mm.
Nothing you'd be
concerned with.

Okay, what is it exactly

that you don't like
about me, huh?

I don't like the fact that if
this girl was found in an alley

in Brentwood,
this would be front page news.

That's...
I don't like that
there's a backlog

of rape DNA of
3,000 cases.

I don't like the
skirts you wear.

I don't like
your hairstyle.

I don't like that every time
a man is within 15 feet of you,

you push out your chest, and
your voice gets all kittenish.

Enough!

(scoffs)

(clearing throat)

Excuse me.

Okay.

(door slams)

Can I go now?

Go.

OFFICER:
This is Detective Adams.

MRS. MILLER:
Detective Adams.

Detective Adams,
they said you had another one

like my daughter.

I'm sorry?

Another dead girl like
my daughter Princess.

When did you daughter die?

January 7, 1992.

Let-let me talk to you some more
about your daughter.

She's just 19.

My only girl.

Have a seat inside here.

You said her name
was Princess?

Yes, ma'am.
Okay.

Look, don't worry, Pop,
all right?

I'm not going to do
anything crazy, I promise.

Just give me
the address.

Thanks.

We got to go, man.

Sorry.

What? What?!

(engine starts)

What the hell is going on?

Mercedes never
came home last night.

My father got an address
from one of her friends.

You've been dragging my ass
all over the place for two days.

What the hell
is going on, Nate?

Mercedes isn't my sister.

She's my daughter.

Right after I enlisted,

I found out
my girlfriend was pregnant.

We were all set
to put the kid
up for adoption,

but my parents jumped
in the middle of things.

They refused to let
their first grandchild

be raised by a stranger.

Does Mercedes know?

No.

I don't know, maybe.

Maybe that's why
she's acting out like this.

You okay?

I guess now isn't
the best time

to ask permission
to open a cold case.
(phone ringing)

Detective Clarke.

Yeah, what is it?

Oh, wow.

That's great news.
I wasn't expecting that.

Go ahead.

Uh-huh.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, Lydia, guess what?

Your new friend down at the lab
just got a DNA hit

off the fingernail scrapings.

He did that for us?

He did it for you.

He said if his girls
ever needed a detective,

he'd want you handling the case.

Well, who's our guy?
Lester Brown.

He's a registered
sex offender.

I'll do a record check.

And I'll check with
parole and get an address.

And then we're going to
need an arrest warrant.

(dog barking nearby)

Where's Mercedes?
I don't know.

You lying to me?
No, man.

Is she here?

No.
No?

I'm going to find out
for myself, you got that?

Hey, we're cops,
you idiot!
(bottle breaking)

Stupid.

Mercedes here?
No, man.

You know her?
I haven't seen her.

SAMMY:
I don't want any
problems out of you.

(dog barking)

(Latin hip-hop music playing)

NATE:
Mercedes.

¿Que estas haciendo?

¿Quien es este?
Cuitate!
Dejame sola, mentiroso!

Get in the car.
I'm taking you home.
Get away from me.

Get in the car.
You think I
wouldn't find out?!

Why you drinking, huh?
Why you drinking?
You think I'm stupid?!

Get in the car!

Don't you run away from me!

Get your hands off me,
you fuck!

He's trying to mess with me!
Kick his ass!

Get the fuck back!

Get her out of here, Moretta.

Back off!

(Mercedes yelling)
Mercedes, calm down.

Back off!

All of you,
back the fuck off!

MERCEDES:
You lied to me

about everything
my whole life!
I'm sorry about that.

I hate... Don't touch me!
Don't you fucking touch me!

Just get in the car, please.
I trusted you
with everything!

I trusted you
with everything!

What are you doing hanging
out with these people?
You lied to me my whole life!

I'm sorry about that.
My whole life!

I'm sorry about that.
How do you expect me
to feel about that?!

I'm here because
I love you, okay?

MERCEDES:
Why are you doing this?
You know what?

Get in the car.
No.

Get in the car. We'll
talk about this later.
No.

We're going to talk
about this later.
Get in the car.
No.

(guns cocking)

(garbled radio transmission)

Lester Brown.

He's on the move!

Hands up!
Stay right there!

Hold it!

The dog!
Get him.

(barking)

(snarling)

Heel, heel!

Put your arms
out to the side.

(grunting)

Give me your left arm.

(Brown snarling)

Roll over on your right.
(dog barking)

Sit up.

Lester Brown,

you're under arrest
for murder.

(siren wailing)

Someone saw a white van
pick Princess up.

He could have
buried her out there.

So he's a serial killer?

Maybe. Could be.

Maybe? Could be?

Look, white van,
20 years ago.

Both victims prostitutes
in Hollywood.

That's all you got?

Look, man, we're
working the case.

What do you
want me to do?

Write about it.

Two victims, 20 years
apart, white van.

Nothing's changed.

You know what
this guy told me?

He said he dumped her
in South Central

because he thought
nobody would notice.

You know, it's not
a bad idea.

Nobody cared then,
nobody cares now,
yadda-yadda.

Exactly.

I could get the
case reopened.

I'll think about it.

Well, it would help.

Hmm, and we got to do something
about that backlog of rape DNA.

I'm working on it.

Well, what's
taking so long?

It's kind of a
big story, Lyd.

It's going to make a lot
of people look bad.

Too bad.

I'm working on it.

Work faster.
(chuckles)

Come on, I'll
give you a ride.

I need to talk to you.

Well, I don't want
to talk to you.

I needed my birth certificate
to get a learner's permit.

But every time I would ask Pops,
he would change the subject.

I didn't want you to
find out this way.

When?

On your death bed?

Look, I was young.

I couldn't give you the
home that you deserved.

Mom and Pops, they
could give that to you.

What about my mother?
Why didn't she take me?

Because your mother fell
into the wrong group of people.

Okay? She got into drugs.
She got into alcohol.

Do you still talk to her?

No, mija, I don't.

By the time I came home
from the army, she...

she moved away.

Do I look like her?

Sure do.

A lot.

You're beautiful.

Just the way she was.

I want to find her.

Okay.

We can try.

For real?

For real.

This is the best
camera in the world.

The world?

Cartier-Bresson thought so.

All right.

Put $500 on this one,

$600 on that one,

the rest on that one.

You know what?
Switch the last two.

In the world?

(cash register beeping)

(engine shutting off)

Good morning,
Mrs. Miller.

Oh, are you here
about my Princess?

Yeah. I thought
you might like to see this.

My eyes don't see
so good anymore.

Come on in.

Let me get my glasses.

It's about your daughter.

What happened to her.

I might be able to
get the case reopened,

and this publicity
might help.

(sobbing)

Why'd you do that for us?

My only girl.

I think that, uh, she would
have wanted you to have that.

My grammy said
you caught the guy.

Yeah, we did.

That's good, right?

Definitely.

See, I was surprised
to get your call.

I had just about
given up on you.

I'm sorry.

I really wanted to make
up for that last time.

Don't worry about it.

I'll tell you, though.

It's a great choice.

Yeah, it's my mother's
recommendation.

Did she move to...
Paris yet?

Mm. Soon.

I have something to tell you.

I'm a cop.

Geez.

I didn't see that one coming.

Cop.

So, you... you enjoy your job?

I love it.

I really love it.

And I had a good week.

Hmm.