Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 6, Episode 4 - Obsession - full transcript

Is that her?

My lawyer says you're
not supposed to come

to my work like this.

Finney? Gonna have
a bitch of a time with that name.

The other Finney
on the job I know

is that filthy rat
bastard captain...

This is Probationary
Officer Finney.

Captain
Finney's son.

They confessed to a murder.
What do you need?

Oh, a ticket here,
a ticket there.

Then what, are you going
to start planting evidence?



I'm not gonna have
your back on this.

I understand Fred and the kids
not being able to come,

I'm just sorry that Bosco
wasn't there tonight.

So show me.

What?

Show me the gold.

Adaptation et Sous-titres :

Benoun, Ny_stuf

Episode 6x04 :
Obsession

Yeah, all right.

I'll catch up.

Hi.

Hi, sweetie.

How are you, sweetie?



I'm so sorry that I haven't
been around the last few days.

How's Bosco?

You know, his
condition's serious, but, um...

you know Bosco, he's strong, he's
gonna pull through.

Uh, can I see him?

Um, when the hospital
starts letting,

uh, visitors come,
I'll give you a call, okay?

How you doing, Em?
I miss you so much.

How are things going?

Uh, they're okay.

Uh, no, actually,
they suck, Mom.

Everything sucks right now.

Uh, Charlie's upset
and Dad's upset.

It really sucks trying
to hold it together all the time.

Emily, I know this stuff
is rough.

And you haven't ben around.

- I've just been busy these last few days.
- What's more important, Mom,

your big promotion ceremony?

Yeah, Emily, that was
important to me.

And don't you think that you and Charlie
not showing up didn't hurt my feelings.

I mean, you guys could have
at least called me.

- Don't do this, Mom.
- Don't do what?

I just can't deal
with this anymore.

I don't want to be
in the middle of you and Dad.

I don't want to be
trying to figure out

where I should be every night
and who I'm supposed to side with.

I'm not asking you
to take sides, Emily.

I was asking you to share
an important night in my life.

Do you have any idea
how many times...

...I wanted you
to be somewhere for me

and you didn't show up?

I gotta go.

Emily...

It sucks looking at an empty chair
in the audience, doesn't it, Mom?

Who is it?

Yes?

Detective Monroe.

You come to my house?

What if someone would have seen you?
No one made you sign up for the IAB.

- I thought I was looking for corruption.
- Sergeant Cruz is corruption.

She's a cancer on this department.

I'm trying.

What would your friends...

at the 5-5 think if they knew
the true nature of your assignment?

What?

Get Yokas to talk to you about
what happened that night soon

or your jacket's on the Internet.

Hey, Jelly.

Use this desk.
Phone's there, coffee's there.

One of your jobs
as a newbie

is to make sure
the coffee never runs out.

And never, ever use the
Subway Series mug. It's mine.

- I've never seen you use anything
except Styrofoam.

Don't use the mug.

- Got it.
- Now, most important question.

- You know a good breakfast joint?
- What?

You know a good
place for breakfast?

Yeah, I know a place.

Welcome to the squad.

How you doing?

Is your machine not working?

Uh, no,
it works fine.

I don't get you.

I think you do.

- What the hell you think you're doing?

- Me?
- That's Yokas' locker.

- She's a detective, she's upstairs.
- Get your stuff out of it.

Look, you got an issue with my old man,

why don't you grow some balls

and take it up with him.
- Balls?

- What your old man knows about...
- Let's go.

I don't need
your protection, Davis.

Fine. Kick his ass, Sully.
I don't give a damn.

Roll call.

Might be bacon ?

You call this breakfast?

Let's get a few things straight.

Detectives eat in restaurants.

Uniforms eat in cars.

I don't eat fast food,

except for pizza, and that's got
to be from John's.

And I never, never eat microwave bacon.

Decent meal breaks is one of the perks
of having a gold shield.

So you've had the shield
a long time then?

It's not like I'm having
an affair or anything!

What tells me that's 3-C?

One universal truth in policing

any day that begins with a domestic
is not going to be a good day.

Well then we're screwed already.

Hey, I thought you and Finney
were gonna scratch

each other's eyes out in the locker room.

- It's not that big a deal.
- Not that big a deal?

From where I'm standing, Hershel,
this is a... this is a very big deal!

- Police.
- Oh, great. That's just great.

Hi, uh...

- We didn't call the police.
- We're here because we care.

We're fine.

Your neighbors called.

You want to come
out of there, sir?

- I said we're fine.
- Now.

- I told you to stop screaming, didn't I, you stupid bitch?
- Hey

I was stupid when I believed I was
gaining weight.

You said that's why all my Victoria's Secret
were all stretched out.

- Sir, please step over here.
- All those extra large teddies.

- You said you bought them big because they were on clearance, Hershel.
- Ma'am

You want to calm down please?

Calm down?

I come home early from work
to find out I'm married to a queer.

- Hey, I am not...
- Hey, where are you going?

- Okay, look...
- Right here.

Will you please tell her
that just because

I like to wear women's clothes,
does not mean that I'm gay.

It's called cross dressing.
There's a difference, you moron.

- Moron?
- Sir.

Which one of the two of us is standing
here dressed like Ellie Mae Clampett?!

- I am, I am, okay?! -
Enough. - That's enough!

- Did he hit you?

- No
- Sir, did she hit you?

- No.

Your neighbors have called to
complain because of the yelling,

you want us to leave you're going to quiet down.

One of you needs to step
outside and take a break.

- I'll take a walk.
- No, no, not in my Dolce & Gabbana's.

Fine, all your shoes are too
big for me anyway, club foot.

- Queer bastard.
- Hey!

Can I go and change?

Please.

Whoa.
Whoa, hold on.

Sir,
are you cut?

I don't think so.

Sully.

Police! Open up!

Oh, man.

Looks like
he taped his own suicide.

Whatever happened
to a good old-fashioned note?

"Bitch. Whore."
Nice guy.

Must have been
the maid's day off.

5-5 Charlie to Central. Have EMS
respond to a possible DOA this location.

We're in Apartment 4C.
And notify Lieutenant and squad.

Possible DOA?
That guy is dead.

You want to baby-sit a stinker?

- And have 5-5-David roll by too, Central.
- What do we need them for?

Let that little bastard see
what being a real cop is.

- So, how are you two doing?
- What?

- You and Holly.
- No, there is no me and Holly.

Oh that's not what she says.
- Why? what? what did she says?

She's out of her mind, you know.
Completely looney.

- Carlos and Holly, sitting in a tree...
- Oh, that's real mature.

Your supercop buddy can't even
handle a domestic on his own?

You got somebody down?

Inside.

Ugh!

- What's up, Sul?
- Got something for your partner.

What's that smell?

It's your first stinker.

This isn't our job.

It is now. We're got a job
downstairs in Three-C.

Suicide.
Three, four days old.

Whoa. Possible DOA?

I thought
I saw him move.

- He's already started to decompose.
- Pronouncing at 1537 hours. EMS number 24276.

Nice try.

Whoa.

- Let me guess.DOA.
- I've seen few people more DOA.

Vouchering property from a suicide's a good
learning tool for our young officer here.

Sure is.

- Handle it, Finney. - This
isn't our job. - Handle it.

And I bet you signed up
for the glitz and glamour.

I can smell the jagoff
from out here.

Hey, Sully, Sasha.

Hey, Yokas, look at you.
Out of uniform.

- How's it feel?
- Weird.

If you need anything really disgusting
done, make sure and use the new kid.

Like you had to
tell me that.

- What's with him?
- Smell's getting to him.

- Go stand outside for a minute.
- My father told me the only way...

...to get used to a stinker smell
is stay in it.

- Your nose is lazy.
- Yeah?

Who's your father,
Mr. Science?

- He's head of I...
- we got a suicide here, guys.

You know, women
do this right.

Bottle of pills.
Head in the oven.

Never make a mess.

- Yeah, that's because we always have to clean everything up.
- Know anything about him?

Well, he sure ain't
carrying a wallet in his boxers.

Aaron Gordon.
There's a driver's license,

birth certificate,
Social Security card.

- It's like he wanted us to find it.
- Should have left a way to find him before he started to stink.

There's nothing here
about next of kin.

All those tapes right there are
labeled and dated.

Uh, it's going back
a couple months.

Looks like there's
still a tape in the camera, too.

- Yeah, we're thinking he probably taped his own suicide.
- You a detective?

- No, sir.
- Then don't think.

Come on, where I'm going can't
be worse than here, right?

Least I won't be hot anymore.

Yeah, I'm...
I'm pretty scared.

Oh.

This is a Smith & Wesson
.44 magnum.

I bought it yesterday.

The permit's in the top drawer
on my desk.

Okay, to whoever finds me,
I'm sorry about the mess.

I left money for the cleaning bill
in the end table by the door.

Okay.
I'm ready now.

Okay.

- You're a lucky lady.
- How's that?

First job, ground ball.
Clear-cut suicide.

- Let's go get a real meal.
- All right. Well, shouldn't we wait for the ME?

We don't have to do that.

You guys sit on the body
until the ME office gets here.

Now we eat.

I'm not hungry.

Really?

Suit yourself.

I'll drop you off at the house. You
can start working on the sixty-ones.

- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna take 'em and look at 'em, find out who he is.

Was. And who cares?

Well, there might be something
on here about his family,

or somebody we can notify.

- If the guy had family, they didn't visit very often.
- I'll voucher them then.

They're evidence, right?

Evidence is only important in
a court case.

You know what?
Voucher away.

Hell, catalog everything.
I got a date with a Pasta Fazul.

You guys stay here. The crime scene
unit will be by to take some pictures.

- Call Yokas when they're done.
- Thank you, Jelly.

- Sorry, guys.
- It's not your job anymore, Faith.

Can you believe they tried
to lay a stinker off on us?

What, I'm not gonna notice
the guy's decomposing?

Oh, I got stupid stamped
on my forehead?

Did you ever see
that guy before?

- The dead guy?
- No. The cop.

- The one with the blue eyes.
- Blue eyes?

- Are you kidding me?
- Hey, you got a girlfriend.

Can't I look
for that someone special, too?

I do not have a girlfriend!

Hello.

My name is Aaron--
two A's-- Gordon,

and this is the story
of my life.

I'm 25 years old, and I've lived
in New York City since I'm a kid.

Everyone can be famous for a couple of minutes
if it's on video in America, right?

Hey, you did a good
job in there, man.

Yeah, once I got past
almost puking on my shoes?

Yeah. Yeah,
we've all been there.

Yeah, tell your friend
Sullivan I did all right.

Yeah, I don't know
what's up with that. He's, uh...

I've never seen him
so worked up about someone.

Yeah, my father said they all used
to work together,

but I didn't know they hated each
other that much.

Who used to work together?

My father,
Sullivan, your dad.

Really?

What, he never
told you that?

No.

We're all
finished here.

Thank you.

Oh my God, I found her.
I found her!

My Mom always said
that everyone has someone out there.

A soul mate.
I found mine.

God, she was beautiful!
Beautiful!

My knees got tingly when I saw her.
Actually tingly!

She had on this pretty dress.

Little flowers. They looked
so good under her red hair.

Like... Like they complemented
each other, you know?

Like the dress was made
to perfectly go with her hair.

Whew, it's hot in here.

Heat wave in NYC.

Yeah, I-I'd put the AC on, but my Mom
always said the fluorocarbons can hurt you.

I don't know what those are
exactly, but they sound bad.

But none of that matters
because I saw her again today.

She had on another dress.

No flowers,
but it was still beautiful.

I can tell you
how it ends.

She makes my heart hurt,
you know?

But I wouldn't want
to spoil it for you.

He's talking about
some girl he met,

so there might be
someone to notify.

Good for you.
Want to get some dinner?

Didn't you just eat?
That was hours ago.

Oh, I think I'm just gonna
keep going through these,

and, uh, maybe
he'll give me her name.

You don't eat much, huh?

I eat enough.

Broads.

Every second of every day...
Oh, this is so freaking hot.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it!

That bitch.

That dirty whore.

I went by to see her
again today.

Same time.
Same place.

Just like always.

I can't believe it!

She didn't see me,
but I saw her.

I saw her all right.

I saw her give some guy--
some tall, skinny, handsome

son of a bitch-- a kiss.

Right in front of her kids, too.

You know what that feels like...

...to have someone you love
betray you like that?

It's like they took a knife
and just put it right here.

No wonder she wouldn't want me.
Disgusting.

I'm a fat pig.
Why would anybody want me?

You know, it doesn't matter
that I'm a good guy.

I just wanted someone
who would tell me that how I look didn't matter,

and that they'd love me anyway.

J-Just like my mom.

I thought Cindy was like her.

I just... I just...
I just wanted to make her happy.

You know? Love her, hold her,
make her feel safe.

You know what?
She didn't even have to have sex with me.

I just wanted to hug her
and protect her.

How is this supposed
to make me feel, huh?

I know what I have to do.

It's right there...

I'm going to have to kill her.

She kissed him...

in front of her kids.

She has to die.

I pulled
citywide missing persons,

unidentified DOAs,
open homicides.

I came up with
nothing so far.

Because he said
someone had to die?

What am I going to do, wait for
a body to show up?

- Got a name for her?
- Cindy.

He didn't give a last name yet.

But, um, she's
got red hair.

Cindy with red hair.

You hearing the soap. **

I don't know what else
you can do but wait.

Listen, if you would just listen
to him talk...

- You don't even know she's real.
- Will you watch this?

She's great with her kids.

You can tell she cares for them,
the way she treats them.

My mom always said,
"You get out of kids what you put into them."

So, you can really tell they love her,
the way they look at her.

I mean, there's nothing phony
about this woman at all.

She's just pure goodness.

She's delicious.

Now I can see her all the time
right here in the apartment.

- She's real, all right.
- Is that what she looks like?

She ought to stand out
in a crowd.

- What does she weigh, around nine pounds?
- That's not funny.

- He's a nut job.
- Yeah, agreed.

Does he say on the tapes
he actually did it?

There's a tape missing. He records through
ten-seven, and then it ends.

Maybe he took some time off.

- He didn't take time off.
- He was getting ready to off himself.

This guy is meticulous.
He recorded something every day.

Look, Jelly, if we go back in that apartment,
I think we'll find that missing tape somewhere.

This could be him
getting his jollies,

and he didn't kill anybody.

What if it's not?

You know what? I could do this myself,
but you're the best detective that I ever saw,

and I could
really use the help.

- Are you playing me?
- Absolutely.

Hey.

- Where's your little jagoff?
- That's getting old, man.

Are you sweet on him?

I'm willing to
give him a shot.

- Watch your back.
- Yeah, whatever.

- Can I talk to you about something?
- Yeah.

His father used to work
with you and my dad?

- I wouldn't say we worked together.
- What would you say?

We knew each other.

How?

We were on the same watch.

You never told me that.

Why would I?

Because every time Captain
Finney's name is mentioned,

you go off for 20 minutes.

I'd think the fact that you
worked together would have come up.

You ready, Davis?

Yeah.

- Yeah. We'll talk later.
- Yeah.

Son of a bitch.

My mom told me the opposite of love
isn't hate, it's indifference.

Well, I must be in love,

'cause I sure as hell
don't feel indifferent.

I'm pissed off,
and I will not be ignored.

Hasn't been enough time
for the smell to clear out.

What, are you going
to get sick?

Who are you?

- Nut job.
- All the tapes I looked at--

there's a date and time
in the corner.

He turns the machine off
the same time every day-- 2:45.

Turns it back on 3:15,
right after he's seen her.

So, the whole trip takes less than
a half an hour.

- Does he actually know her?
- I don't know...

...At first I thought he did.
Now I don't think so.

But he knows how to get to her.

He can hurt her--
that's the most important thing.

Nothing in the cabinets.

Isn't it kind of weird that he freaked out
about seeing her kiss someone?

What do you mean?

If she's got kids, pretty much throws "virginal"
out of the picture.

Looks like he exists on fast food
and take-out.

Yeah, so does half of New York.

There's nothing interesting
over here.

Why would he hide that one tape,huh?

He left everything else out for us to
see, nice and easy.

Possibly 'cause he's
out of his mind?

- No. That tape is here somewhere.
- This ain't that big a place.

Look, if the tape had something
incriminating on it,

maybe he just tossed it.

I don't think so.

We're going to need
more than female institution.

- Intuition.
- Whatever.

Jelly, this is not just a feeling.
The guy was recording his biography.

Why the hell would he leave out
the most important chapter?

Plus, he knew
he was going to kill himself.

What does he care if there
was something incriminating on the tape?

Jelly?

How far did I rewind that tape?

- What?
- Yesterday.

The suicide tape.

This is all the way
at the end.

These are, like,
two hours long.

This is an instantaneous
detonator I'm using.

It'll activate as soon
as she pulls the lid off.

Boom. No more
high and mighty priss.

Maybe it'll even blow
the flowers right off her dress.

Maybe that son of a bitch she was kissing
will be standing next to her when she does.

When she gets this...

everyone will know who I was.

Everyone.

This package--

I'm priority mailing the bitch
right into the hereafter.

Priority mail.

Jelly, this guy's
already been dead a few days.

See you in the next life, baby.

Uh, we know very little about the victim
except that she's a redhead,

her name is Cindy,
and she has kids.

The perp's been stalking her
for several weeks,

and we believe
that she is somewhere

within a half an hour round-trip trip walk
from his apartment,

- which is here.
- This the suicide from yesterday?

Yeah, he is the perp.

We got a flyer circulating in the area to all
the businesses where children would frequent--

parks and schools, etcetera. There's also a picture
of Aaron Gordon in there.

So, canvass
your sectors.

I have the task force coming in
to assist in the search.

Talk about
a needle in a haystack.

How come we didn't go
to the press with this?

A redhead with kids?

HQ didn't think it was worth
the panic it might cause.

Too busy
with bogus terrorist alerts.

We're hoping
that somebody may recognize him,

and that can somehow
lead us in a direction to her,

and that's all we have
to go on right now.

The bomb is, uh,
in a brown paper-wrapped box,

and it's set to explode
when the lid is taken off.

All right, that's it.
Take your posts.

Good job, Yokas.
Thanks. Thanks, Lieu.

I know you think
I'm sick in the head.

But I'm not.

I'm just in love.

Like Romeo, right?

You been staring
at that forever.

He's seen her, like,
45 times in the last few months,

and it's always at
the same time of day.

So, she has
a schedule to keep.

Yeah, but what do the
days have in common?

All right, look, when I get stumped,
I like to turn it upside down and inside out.

So, turn this inside out.

You been looking
at when he saw her.

Maybe we should look
at when he couldn't see her.

He doesn't see her on
Saturdays and Sundays.

So, what, she works in the area
Monday through Friday?

Wouldn't be with her kids
if she was working, would she?

Working and being with your kids doesn't
really work out.

He didn't see her
on October 11th.

That's a Monday.

That's a bank holiday.
So, she works at a bank?

Or a school.

Jelly,
that's got to be it.

He sees her picking up her kids
from school.

That explains why

he doesn't see her on Saturdays
and Sundays and holidays,

and it also explains why the tape
is off from 2:45 to 3:15--

'cause that's dismissal time.

And he didn't know her when the,

when he started the tapes
because school wasn't in session yet.

There's one grammar school
in the area.

We'll take the back.

Davis and Finney, set up a road block
on the end of the street there--

Sully and Monroe,
take the other end.

We're looking for a redhead
picking up her kids,

so I need every car
leaving the area checked out.

Boss, if we don't get her here,
we may not get another chance.

We're going to
find her, Faith.

There's too many...

Bye, Miss Cynthia!

Jelly.
What?

It's her.

She's a teacher.
She's not a parent.

Her students
are her kids.

Oh, my God, Jelly,
she has the package.

Cindy.

Cindy?

Um, um, uh, we need for you to stand still.
What's going on?

We need to talk to you
privately.

Kids, um, we're going to talk
to Miss Cynthia, okay?

We need for you
to walk away from her.

I don't understand.

I need you to have those kids walk
away from you right now.

I'll explain it to you
when the kids are safe.

Safe?

All right, kids, you all go over
by the gate now.

Okay? Miss Cynthia needs to talk
to the police officers.

If you don't go over by the gate, you'll miss
snack time tomorrow.

Cindy, that package that's in your hand--
I'm going to...

I'm going to walk towards you
and take it away from you.

I want to know what's going on here.
Don't move.

Listen to me.

There may be a bomb
inside that box.

A bomb?

I'm just going to take
the box from you. Yokas.

Jelly...

Yokas, we got
a bomb squad coming.

There's kids all over the place.
I'm going to take the box.

Just nice and easy, okay?

Just nice and easy. I'm going
to take this from you, okay?

Don't shake the box,
okay?

You know, detectives don't really do
this kind of thing.

That's good to know.
Hey, you done good.

Look at all the families
and the kids you saved.

Let's go get
something to eat.

That Yokas
got balls, huh?

Yeah, she's a great cop.

Ice in her
veins, man.

Yeah, that was crazy.

All right.
You did a good job, man.

See you tomorrow.
Yeah.

You know, he really should have
Yokas' locker. -No, he shouldn't.

Why don't you tell me
about Captain Finney?

There's nothing
to tell.

Was he friends
with my dad or what?

That's past history, Davis.
Long past.

What's the big deal? Why
can't you...? Davis...

we worked together, okay, on an Anti-Crime
unit a long time ago. End of story.

I thought detectives worked better hours.
I been here for two days straight.

If we would've handled it my way,
you would've been home on time each night...

and there would've been
one dead school teacher

and whatever kids happened to be
around her when she blew up.

Beginners luck.

So, who is she?

Uh, her name is
Cindy O'Neill.

She's a first grade...
Not the teacher.

The woman we were watching
yesterday, the one in the Volvo.

What, you didn't
think I noticed?

I was married once.

Found out my wife was porking the delivery
guy from the deli up the block.

He delivered for them.
I guess mostly sausage.

I was going to go up there
and kick his ass, and then I thought...

"What the hell
am I mad at him for?"

I been there, Faith.

If you don't
let it go,

no good'll come of it.

Good night.

Hey, Jerry.
Faith Yokas.

Listen, you know that name that
I gave you for the full rundown?

Yeah, the... the one
off the license plate.

Could you do me a favor
and give that a toss?

Thanks.

No. No.

I, uh, I won't
be needing that anymore.

Hey.
Hey.

What're you doing?

Just waiting for you.

Hoping we could talk.

So talk.

Okay. Um...

I just want things to be right again
between us. This is...

You know, I've never really had
these kind of, uh...

I really like you.

I like just being
around you, and...

when I'm not, I'm
thinking about you,

so I'd appreciate it if you gave
me another shot.

Ty, I...
See, look, I-I never asked you to lie.

Right.
That was all on me.

But the whole thing
with the ticket--

that put me in a position
that I don't ever want to be in again.

I got it. I understand.

So if you can't play
by the rules,

I mean, I can't work with you, and I-I
definitely can't be with you.

All right.
It won't happen again.

It won't.

It better not.

I'm sorry, all right?

- You're sorry?
- Yes.

So, does this...?

We're cool; we
can...? Truce?

Come here.

Come here.

I mean, look...
I don't care.

So I guess...

this means we got to have make-up
sex now, right?

Right?

You know, I need
to go throw this out.

Maybe we should, uh...

go to your place?

Oh, my God.