Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 6, Episode 6 - Greatest Detectives in the World - full transcript

He drew a knife and tried to stab Cruz,
so I shot him.

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

or your jacket's
on the Internet.

- You ready for another?
- I'm not driving.

The drugs-- we want the drugs
from the ambulance.

I'm Detective Yokas. I understand you
want to talk to us

about the body that
we found last night.

Yeah. I saw
who took her.

Talking to some guy who was
holding this puppy in his hand.

He was wearing those green things
that doctors wear.

Her name is Tara Connelly, and right now,
her blood is draining out.



And you have 12 hours--
12 hours to find her.

Otherwise she's going to be just as dead
as that girl was last night.

Oh, God.
Just... stupid.

I got to do everything myself.

Stupid.

Stupid people.

What are they doing in there?
Stupid, stupid people.

Hate 'em.
I hate every one of them.

He just turned
himself in?

Well, it's more like a,
a challenge than a surrender.

He says we have until 6:00 A.M.
to find this new girl.

Are we sure
he isn't just some lunatic?

People confess all the time
to this stuff.

He mentioned puppies.
He was wearing scrubs.



- No one knew those things.
- He won't tell us his name,

and he has no ID,but we're running
his prints through AFIS right now.

He mentioned Hoover High,
but we don't have till the morning.

He mentioned
Chestnut Street.

There's no Connelly in the phone book
out there, so detectives have started a canvass.

- That's where we're at.
- Keep me updated.

I have to brief the captain on the
Finney shooting.

- Yes, sir.
- Right.

Of course, I could just break
one finger at a time

...until he tells us.
- Detective Yokas?

You're running
a set of prints?

Ident just called;came back no hit--
not on file. - Thanks.

What Swersky just said--
we might be able to use that.

- What part?
- If we tell this guy we don't believe him--

we think he's wacko--

maybe we can get him to prove it
by telling us where the girl is.

- That sounds too easy.
- There has to be a reason he's here.

He wants us to know
how smart he is.

- Go talk to him.
- Me?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you.

No. I've never interrogated
a prisoner before.

You're what we have.
Jelly's busy with the Finney shooting,

and if I have to go in there,
I might kill him,

which would leave us
with nothing.

Go on.

Yokas.

It's okay if he thinks
he's smarter than you.

Don't let him intimidate you.
These guys live on fear.

They can smell it.

- I'm Detective Yokas.
- No. No.

- I'm sorry?
Uh-uh, no, come on. We don't have time for this.

Bring Miller in here.
Come on. Let's go.

- Uh, he's busy.
- "He's busy" doing what?

- Police work.
- What could possibly be more important than this?

This? Well, um, we're not really sure
that you're for real.

Oh, okay. Um...
well, let me tell you something.

I'm very real to Tara Connelly,
I can promise you that.

Now, look, there's not a lot of time,
and the clock is ticking.

Let's not play games.
Come on. Bring in Miller.

There's not really a
clock on this, is there?

Would you please
bring Miller in here?

Well, c-can you prove
that you actually have this girl?

Oh, geez, just bring Miller in here,
all right?

So, your fingerprints
aren't on file.

Um, maybe that's because
I've never been arrested.

And you're wearing scrubs.

Yeah, I'm wearing scrubs.
Wow, you're very clever.

What are you, some kind
of doctor or something?

- An LPN.
- In a hospital?

No, not in a hospital.

Uh, okay,
I see what's going on here.

- All right, so, Miller is supervising you?
- We're working together.

Uh-huh, right.
Miller does not work with anyone.

Oh, you know him?

Did he collar you
or something?

Did I not just tell you that
I've never been arrested in my life?

Where the hell is Miller?!

- I think you better calm down a little.
- No. Let me...

tell you something.
Right now, Tara is in a lot of trouble,

and you, sweet pants,
are too stupid to follow along.

Lieutenant Miller
isn't going to come in here

if he thinks that you're some nut job
that's just looking for attention.

So, he wants
to make sure that...

you're not some... fruitcake
that went Looney Tunes today.

- So, is that what happened?
- That's the best you can come up with

is just a, just a lame insult?

Kind of like you
calling me stupid.

Miller is the best of the best.

- The world's greatest detectives, right?
- What do you mean?

Oh, just bring Miller in here.
He understands, all right?

And what, you're going
to tell him where Tara is?

Honey, have you ever read
The Fundamentals of Criminal Investigations?

- No.
- Okay.

You don't just ask a suspect
for something.

You're letting me run this.
You are supposed to be interrogating me.

It's an art form.
Offer me something.

Offer me a cigarette or a soda--
something that the two of us can bond over.

Make me feel
comfortable.

Build my confidence. Then you
can tell me about the penalty

for the crime
that I've committed.

Tell me that
I can help myself,

and coax me into
telling my side of the story,

and then you tell me, oh,
you understand what I'm going through,

and you empathize with me,
and then in the end,

you convince me that it's better for me
to talk now

than after the girl dies.

You learned all that
from a book, huh?

- Do you know that he visits her grave?
- Who?

Miller.
He visits Rebecca's grave.

Sometimes he'll just go there,
and he'll sit all by himself.

Oh, look who's not
so busy anymore.

- Lieutenant...!
- Tell me where she is

or I'll make you hurt in places
you never knew you had.

- Lieutenant! This is not going to help us.
- Tell me!

Lieutenant!

Good cop, bad cop.
Nicely done.

Neither one of us feels much
like playing good cop,

so don't push your luck.

Hey, Lieutenant Miller?

You shouldn't feel ashamed
about going to Rebecca's grave.

I visit her, too.

I visit all of them.

- Do you ask her to forgive you, too?
- What do I have to be forgiven for?

Well...
You couldn't stop me.

All right, here you go.

This is Tara's.

If you find her father, he'll recognize it.
He gave it to her for her sweet 16.

Is that proof enough for you?

That twisted little
prick was watching me.

I think he was watching her,
and you just happened to be there.

Why? Why me?
What did I ever do to him?

He seems to think that
you're some sort of super detective.

But the note said he did it for me.
He killed Rae-Ann for me. And now this Tara too.

- You mind if I make an observation?
- Go ahead. We're working together.

You said "me" four times.

- I did?
- Yeah.

You're right. You're right.

Look, I don't think this locket
proves anything conclusively

except that this guy
is pretty insane.

He actually got me
to put my hands on him.

Look, the worst case scenario
is you got a guy that looks good here

to close out a couple
of these serial murder cases.

I don't think you want
to be banging him around.

- You're going to give him a brutality defense.
- You need to keep questioning him.

- I don't think it's going so well in there.
- Are you kidding?

He keeps calling me stupid,

and wants to know
when you're going to show up.

He told you he's a licensed
practical nurse,

who doesn't work
in a hospital.

What does that leave us?
Nursing homes, doctor's offices,

maybe a private nurse, but
they don't really wear scrubs.

We can get his picture;
we can start faxing it around

to all the likely
facilities in Brooklyn.

We can widen out from there.
Get back in there and keep him talking.

Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait.
Hold up.

Let me get the camera.

I can get the picture
and start faxing it around,

and maybe shake him up some
in the process.

Smile, jagoff.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Rebecca Hatfield.

Get up. Take everything
out of your pockets,

and remove
any jewelry.

See, sweetheart,
this is called procedure.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to have
an attorney present during any questioning.

That's all.

Sit down.

- Do you understand your rights?
- Yes, ma'am.

Do you wish
to answer any questions?

Some.

What are these to?

Oh, geez, see, that's one
I don't want to answer.

Hey.
Hey, where are you going?

I'm a lieutenant of police.
I don't have time for games.

This is not a game.

Then why don't you tell me
where the girl is?

It is not done that way!

Hey!

And back to you and me.

- It was a good shoot.
- Yeah, I know.

All right, I mean,
Jelly would've told you

if it looked bad so you could be
prepared.

- Why do I have to go to the hospital?
- It's trauma. Procedure.

Well, what if I'm
not traumatized?

I wouldn't tell
anybody that, okay?

You don't want to give the impression
that you can just take a life without conscience.

Follow the
light, Nieto.

Very good.

- Any nauseousness at all?
- No. - Headache?

- Uh, localized, right where I was hit.
- Sleepy?

I'm always a little bit sleepy,
so...

You have an egg back
here, but it's not bad.

It's not bleeding
anymore.

Put a butterfly bandage on it,
and you're going to be all right.

- Get out of here.
Told you I'm a pro; I get hit in the head all the time.

You do?

- Um... yeah?
- How many times?

Wait...

- Order a CT. Find him a bed upstairs.
- You got it.

- A bed?
- 24 hours observation.

No, no, no, no, no.
You said I was going to be okay.

- Repeated head trauma's serious.
- I don't get hit all the time.

I-I exaggerate a lot.
Doc, wait, please.

- Carlos!
- Oh, no...

Oh, my God, I just heard!

Are you all right?

Oh, my God, you
could've been killed.

I should be so lucky.

Your CT is ready,
and your bed is all taken care of.

- CT? You're being admitted?
- Yeah, it's just...

I'll be here with you
all night, baby.

- Don't you worry about it.
- Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Okay.

Where's Grace?
Is she all right?

She went to go do
a run sheet.

How many has he killed?

Five that we know about.
Now he says there are more.

Holding another girl?

- If he is, she's in a lot of trouble.
- Lieutenant Miller?

Mr. and Mrs. Connelly.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Tara was gone when I
got home from work.

She's only 16.

Please...

So, what time is it?
It's almost 9:00.

- Whoo... where does the time go?
- Why don't you give me your name,

you know-- something
to call you?

You know, I was very apprehensive
about coming here.

- I almost didn't do it.
- I don't get you.

Of course you don't.

- I'm too stupid?
- Uh, those are your words.

Hmm. So, then, why did you?
I mean, why would you come here?

I mean, you've got to know
that you're going away for a long time--

maybe even the death penalty.

Oh, I should think so.
If anyone deserves it, I do.

- Is that what you want-- to be punished?
- I want what I've always wanted.

- I want to be stopped.
- You could've stopped at any time.

I have no more control over this
than you have over the fact

that you have to go
to the bathroom right now.

That's, like, your eighth cup
of coffee.

You know that women have
notoriously small bladders.

I can hold it.t.

When I got home, the front door
was wide open,

and Tara's homework was
on the dining room table

like she'd be right back.

And I was calling
out to her when a couple

of officers came to the front door
and asked if she was missing.

Did you call any of her friends
to make sure she isn't with them?

Well, she always goes
straight home.

Where there's no one
there to greet her.

Don't do this now, Ron.

A child needs a
parent at home.

She is 16 years old.

Well, apparently,
that's not too old to go missing, is it?

Folks, this really isn't
going to help.

This isn't my fault,
is it?

It's nothing either of you did.
Now, listen to me--

I need to go to your house
with a crime scene team.

Can you stay here
and just be available to us?

- Of course.
- I'm sorry you're in this situation.

- How did they know?
- Excuse me?

The officers who came
to the door.

How did they know Tara was
missing before we even called?

Do you recognize this?

- Oh, my God!
- It's Tara's.

I gave it to her
for her birthday.

Well, your vitals
seem okay.

- Do you feel panicked at all?
- Hmm-mm.

- Anxious? Racy heart? Sweaty palms?
- No, nothing.

- What about talking to someone?
- I know your department offers counseling.

You'll have to see a department doctor
before returning to duty.

- Look, counseling?
- It's really not a bad idea, son.

Sometimes, you're
affected and don't even realize it.

There's no shame in it.

- Where's Officer Finney?
- Oh, great...

- There you are.
- Dad.

Took out a perp with a gun
to a hostage's head.

If that is not Medal of Honor,
I don't know what is.

I'm damn proud of you, son.
Damn proud.

Outstanding work.

- Well, thank you, sir.
- What do you think of my boy?

I'm glad they're
both all right.

That's the kind of situation
can go real bad real fast.

Yeah, we were just telling him
that there's no shame in seeing a counselor

-...after a trauma like this.
- Don't be ridiculous--

this young man's been waiting
for this moment since he could walk.

I told you I was good, Davis.
I don't want to see any damned shrink.

Right, it's my bad.

- Officer Tyrone Davis, Jr.?
- Yes, sir.

- I know your father
- Yeah, that's what I heard.

Aren't you glad you're not saddled
with some inept rookie

that's more of a liability
than a partner?

Uh, yeah. Brendan's going
to be a good cop one day.

One day?

I'd say, as of today, he's proved himself
to be a good cop already.

All right.

Detective Barlow is going to be handling
this case from the IAB perspective.

I'm bowing out of this case
as of now.

I want this investigation
to be impartial and objective.

- I'm proud of you.
- Thank you, sir.

I'm going to need a written statement
from you, Brendan--

after you talk to you PBA attorney,
of course, at their convenience.

Just basically how the perp had
the hostage at gunpoint,

and you drew
and fired...

- Impartial and objective, my ass.
- It was a good shoot.

IAB detective just watched his boss
declare the kid a hero,

then he dictated
his statement to him.

- Would you rather they hang him?
- No, of course not.

He's never going
to get counseling now.

He has to go see a department doctor
one way or another,

but we can't make
him talk to them.

He just killed a guy, boss.
That's not easy.

You know that.
On the way over here, he was...

I don't know.
He was different.

It was like a light went out
or something.

Keep an eye on him. If he seems to be suffering,
will deal with ourselves.

Now, I got to get
back to the house.

- Is something going on?
- You don't know?

We may have a serial
killer there.

So, what time is it,
anyway, 10:00?

It's 20 after.

You guys are just letting
the time slip by, aren't you?

- How can you be so insensitive?
- I'm here with you, aren't I?

You know what gets me
really angry?

How easy the whole thing was.

I mean, I hardly had
to do a thing.

I mean, of course I had to,
you know,

make sure I didn't leave
any evidence behind,

but, um... that's just me
doing my job well, right?

Your job is
a Licensed Practical Nurse.

These murders--
that's a sickness.

- Am I sick?
- I think so.

Do you think
I can be helped?

If you want to be.

If you help us,
I can help you.

I want it.

Can you...
can you help me?

I want to try.

Now, that was nicely done.
Yep. Understanding.

There was
some empathy there.

Uh, "Allow me to help you
help yourself."

Now, you're... you're
a quick learner there, Detective Yokas.

You know, you keep saying
that you came here

'cause you want to be stopped,
and yet you mock

any attempt I make
to do that.

- How long you been married?
- Excuse me?

Well, I see a wedding ring there
on your finger.

Does your husband know
that you unbutton your shirt like that

when you interrogate men?

I also don't see
an engagement ring,

so I'm guessing you guys
don't have a lot of money, huh?

You and your husband?

Did you marry young?

Let's just talk about Tara.

Does it make you feel
uncomfortable to talk about yourself?

Excuse me.

Detective Yokas?

You know, it's... it's not healthy
to keep all that inside.

What?

Just make sure
you go to the bathroom.

Detective.

Hey. Where do you going some place?

Yeah, I got to process
Tara Connelly's house.

Oh, no...

Her parents.

The father ID'd
the locket.

- Now, I didn't tell them that he's here.
- Right.

- I'll check in.
- Okay. Good luck, Lieutenant.

Call me John,
all right?

I got a feeling something's
about to break.

Like you said-- the only thing
you haven't had on this case is luck.

Well, I'm due.

Luck...

Are you really gonna let
this girl die for no reason?

Reasons.
Well, that's...

Oh, God.

What do I have to do
to get you to tell me where this girl is?

Okay.
Okay.

I want you to go on television.

I want you to tell everybody
that I'm smarter than you.

I can do that.

- You can?
- Yeah.

Geez.
Oh, my God.

You really are stupid.

I feel sorry for your husband.

Oh, honey, do you think
Miller would actually let you go on TV?

And by the way,
I'm not letting this girl die.

You are.
You and Miller.

What time is it?

- It's 11:05.
- 11:05.

Less than seven hours left.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.

Detective Yokas?

Detective Yokas.

Ready for your close-up?
Love you.

I have never wanted
to hurt somebody so bad.

There is a nursing
home on line 2.

The woman says your
guy works there.

- Miller.
- John, it's Faith.

Here's a surprise.
Not one bit of physical evidence

at the girl's house--
no prints, no nothing.

John,
his name is Jeffrey Barton.

- What?
- The fax that you sent.

He, um... He works at Woodman Vista
Nursing Facility in Williamsburg.

- Are you sure?
- I just spoke to the head nurse.

Give me the address.

You got nothing
to worry about here, my man.

- Thanks for your help.
- Yeah, no problem.

Uh, catch you out there, bro.

- You ready to go home?
- Yeah.

I got to spend the night.

- Got you in the head again.
- Yup. Wait, wait, wait.

- You the guy, the-the cop, the...?
- Yeah, this is Brendan Finney.

Carlos. Thanks a lot.

No sweat.

You shoot the guy with the gun
or the guy that touched Grace?

- What, he touched you?
- Not really.

He would have raped you
if he had the chance.

- It's over now.
- You really should get some rest.

Come on.
Take him to his room.

Wait. What happened?

Like you, nothing
I want to remember.

- Good night.
- No, Grace, wait.

Now, look, are
you all right?

It was 15 minutes in a bathroom, Finney.
Get over yourself.

Oh...

He's a wonderful worker.
The patients love him.

He can make even the meanest
of them take their meds without a whimper.

Yeah, I imagine he can
be very persuasive.

Is he in some kind of trouble?

He abducted
a young girl.

Jeffrey? Impossible.

He says that if
we don't find her before 6:00 a.m.,

- she's gonna die.
- Jeffrey Barton?

The man in that photograph.
Do you have an address on hand?

Jeffrey would never harm anyone.
He's at the 55th precinct right now.

He came in himself
to tell us about it.

She's gonna die if
we don't find her. Please.

Help me.

Yes. Um, I have his
address right here.

Thank you.

How many kids
do you have, Detective Yukus?

Oh, please, come on.

You've obviously been married
for a while.

And you look like a mom.

Are you trying to make me
feel bad about myself again?

I'm guessing... two.
Boy and a girl.

- How old's your little daughter?
- You don't scare me.

You know...
when I first got here,

I was really angry,

but now,
I'm just very disappointed.

I expected a lot more
from you people.

I was in Dubuque, Iowa,

and I saw this documentary
on your little Son of Sam.

And the detective being interviewed
was sitting underneath that big banner:

"The Greatest Detectives
in the World."

And that's why I came here.
That's why I came to New York.

To see if it was true?

I was hoping.

How long?

It's 2:30.

Ooh.

When this is all over,

what do you get out of this?

I mean, what will it
all have been for?

I will have been stopped.

You don't need to kill Tara
for that.

You know something.
Unfortunately, I do.

'Cause I have absolutely
no control over that.

She's gonna die, and there's
nothing I can do to stop it.

I was hoping that Lieutenant Miller
could do something,

- but I guess not.
- Well, the night's not over yet.

Jeffrey.

I spoke to Vivian Hill,
um... your head nurse?

Wow.
Okay.

So, I guess we're making
a little progress, aren't we?

Well, like I said,
the night's not over yet.

Mm-hmm.

Well, you must keep me updated.

You know, it doesn't matter
what your old man

thinks about counseling.
I've been in your situation before.

It helps to talk about it.

- I got paperwork to do.
- Fin.

What's up, Finney?

What's wrong with him?

He's had a
rough day.

Oh. I just finished a DUI.
The guy blew a .39.

- Damn!
- That's almost comatose.

Drink does comatose go up. *

Well, then the guy's
been drinking since the '50s.

You know Carlos is in the hospital.
Got hit in the head again.

Oh, that's been happening
a lot lately.

Yeah. So, uh, no one's at my
place tonight.

Oh, my sister's got to work early,
so I need to be there for my nephew.

All right.

But, I mean, if...
if you, uh...

If you want to come over...

- Combien de temps encore ? *
- 4? hours.

Hold up. Hold up.
I have his keys.

You're pleased with yourself,
huh, Jeffrey?

I take it things didn't go well
at the apartment.

You had the whole thing
planned out.

You told me that you were an LPN,
that didn't work in a hospital.

Those are the only questions
you actually answered.

I did feel bad
manipulating you like that.

This is a game to you.
Yeah, life and death.

- The ultimate game.
- You have 45 minutes to save this girl's life.

You know something? No.

I think it's you and Miller
that are down to 45 minutes, not me.

Have you ever met the people
that are actually affected by your game,

'cause I know that
you like to watch.

But I'm just wondering, have you evet
met any of them up close and personal?

What are you talking about?

I want you to tell Tara's mom
that this is our fault,

and not yours.

Uh, I don't know.

Whoa.
What are you...?

- Sh...!
- Please...

- No! No! No!
- Please, d-don't kill my baby.

She's, she's only 16.
She has a whole life to live.

This is inappropriate!

- Kill me!
- It's their fault!

No, no, I'm begging you.
Please-- I'll give you money!

I'll give you everything that we have!
Just don't kill my baby!

I'll do anything!
Just kill me! Just kill me!

Please give me
my baby back!

- It's Miller's fault!
- I'll do anything!

Get her out of here!
Get her out of here!

Is this making you
uncomfortable, Jeffrey?

- Come on, Mrs. Connelly.
- No! No, no, no.

- Take her out.
- No! No! Don't touch me!

No. Don't touch me!

No, no, no!

Jeffrey, tell her.

- Tell her where she is.
- I can't!

- I can't!
- No! No! No!

I didn't want this
from you!

I came here to be stopped!

I wanted Miller
to stop me!

- The best of the best!
- You don't want to be stopped, Jeffrey!

You think this is a game!

And in a half an hour,
all you will have done is hurt someone

who is weaker
than you.

And if that somehow
makes you feel important, then God...

God help you.

- Did he talk?
- No.

- I missed you here.
- I missed me here.

- Thirsty?
- Mm-hmm.

- I'll get us some water.
- There's bottled in the fridge.

I never understood
that bottled water.

Seems like it's a rip-off. You can just
get it for free right out of the tap.

- Will you go get the water, please?
- You know what I'm saying, though, right?

Yeah, but...

Two bottles of
water coming up.

Damn it.

You know, I like you,
and everything,

but you have a strange idea
of what makes a good souvenir.

- What do you mean?
- Here. Your precious bottled water.

What is this?

That's not exactly a memento
I would have chosen.

- It isn't?
- That's the knife we were almost killed with.

I'd think that's something you'd
want to forget.

I didn't even know
there was a picture of it.

Last time I saw it
was in the hospital.

Cruz had it.

Mmm.

- It's 6:05.
- Ooh...

Is she... really dead?

See, what I did was I measured
her weight with the amount of...

you know-- phew!
So... yeah.

She's dead.

Why?

Well, it wasn't
anything personal, okay?

She was just a baby.

- All of them were.
- Mm-hmm.

Becky. Rae-Ann.

Sara Jane. Gracie Mintz.

They were just kids.

- I need to know why.
- Because I needed to be stopped.

Uh... you think I didn't try?

I expected something
a little better from you.

Oh.

Yeah, well, maybe I kind of
expected a little bit more from myself.

You know, when I came in here...

I was gonna kill you.

Ooh.

That's okay.

That's okay?
You'd like that.

No, I wouldn't like that,
but I do understand it.

See...

I kind of feel like
you and me are very much alike.

We're both very driven men.

- They were just kids.
- Yes.

They were just kids.

Look...

I'm sorry.

Okay? Does that help?
I apologize.

No, I do. I seri...
I apologize.

And in fact, you know,
when you visit her grave,

like-like you do Becky's,
would you apologize for me, too?

Oh, come on.
Oh, Lieutenant? Lieutenant?

Lieutenant. Lieutenant.

Here's something for you.

There's a factory, okay?

At 171st and MacArthur.

You'll find her up
on the fourth floor.

You and I...

are nothing alike, you rat bastard
son of a bitch.

After I bring her home alive...

I'm gonna make you real sorry
you ever came to New York.

- Hey, Officer?
- Yeah?

- What time is it?
- 4:30.

He's pretty pissed for a guy
that wanted to get caught.

He wanted to win.

So, Tara's gonna be okay?

Medics say she's gonna make it.

Important thing was getting her
blood pressure up.

Her parents
are with her.

You...

You did good,
Detective.

I wasn't sure
if I was going too fast,

you know, with the time?

'Cause if I said it was too late, then,
he might have caught on,

you know,
and blown the whole thing,

and then, if I didn't say
it was late enough,

we wouldn't have had any time
at the end.

You did it just right.

Listen, Detective,
go home.

I'll finish up.

Thanks, John.

Good job.

Thanks for your help last night
serge.

Go home and get some sleep.

- Captain.
- Dad.

Boy did good.

Yeah, he's proved himself
to be a good cop.

- That's not why you're here?
- Not at all.

- Brendan.
- All right, Sarge.

Sergeant Cruz, you're under arrest
for the murder of Donald Mann.

Confiscate her weapon.
Cuff her.

Now get her out of here.