--before the end of the season last year...
...and then re-injured it in spring training...
...on a terrific game-saving play.
You know, I was talking with....
-What time is this going on? -7:30 is the pre-game.
-Who'd you say was pitching tonight? -Tiant's pitching.
-Goddamn Cuban, man. He can hurl it. -I'd hate to be facing him.
-Who are they playing tonight, Yankees? -Yankees.
Imagine a 92-mile-an-hour fastball coming at you. You don't have time to think.
What kind of night you think Fisk will have?
He's been hot lately.
He gets on base twice tonight, gets on base twice, I'll paint your porch.
Save.
The sewer.
Hold on, I'll get it.
Sorry, guys, I guess I don't know my own strength.
You know what, Dave? That must be it.
Hey...
...you guys know what would be really cool?
-What? -Driving a car.
You know, just around the block.
Yeah?
Anyone on this street keep their keys in their car?
I steal a car, my dad will kill me.
Just around the block. Who said steal?
Your dad kill you for writing your name too?
See, now it'll be there forever.
Me too.
Forever.
Let me ask you something.
You brats think it's okay to destroy municipal property?
Huh?
Come here.
Get over here.
Well, do you?
-No, sir. -No, sir.
-No. -No, what?
Sir.
You're the hard case of the group, huh?
A pack of punks, huh?
You live around here?
Right there.
You?
Right over there.
How about you? Where do you live, son?
-Rester Street. -ls your mother home?
We're gonna go have a talk with her. Tell her what her punk kid's been up to.
Get in.
Get the fuck inside.
In.
You kids go tell your mothers what you've been up to.
And don't let me catch you shits ruining my sidewalks again.
What do you mean? Who put Dave in a car?
The cop. He had a gold badge.
How do you know it was a cop? See anything on the badge?
-No, no writing. -He had a uniform on?
Like a regular police uniform?
-He was a cop. -He took Davey.
-So, what were you guys doing? -We wrote our names in the cement, but--
You were writing in cement and playing hockey, but they took Dave?
-That doesn't make sense. Come on. -ls there something wrong, Dad?
Please.
No more.
Please.
No more, please.
-Have you seen him? -Looks like damaged goods to me.
Jesus.
You took some good swings today.
Dad, I struck out.
Good swings, though. That's what counts.
I'll never be a good ballplayer.
You're my son. Me, Dave Boyle.
Star shortstop, Trinity High School, 1978 to '82.
You're gonna be a great ballplayer.
-Hey, see that gutter drain over there? -Yeah.
I used to play on this street when I was a kid.
That drain swallowed every ball we had.
Baseballs, street-hockey balls, Pinkys.
If we could get that manhole cover up...
...could be 1000 balls down there.
Really? Let's try.
Get in.
Come on, Dad, come help me hunt for balls.
Maybe tomorrow. Let's get home before Mom starts to worry.
Jimmy. Jimmy.
Earth to Mr. Markum.
-What do you want now, Pete? -Like I'm Mr. Needy all of a sudden?
We're out of the Marlboros and the Winstons are looking grim.
-So? -So that means less profit...
...and more profit means I get a raise.
So why don't you order more.
All right, but if the surgeon general calls, you're my alibi.
-Hey, you. -Hey, there.
I'm going out tonight with Eve and Diane, at 7:30.
Don't stay out too late. You got your sister's First Communion tomorrow.
-Christ, I sound like.... -Someone's father?
Yeah, somebody's. Not mine.
-Later, Daddy. -Later.
Have fun.
-Later. -Later.
Brendan.
-You scared the shit out of me. -I'm sorry, I didn't want your dad to see me.
He sees you sneaking into my car, he'll shoot you.
What will he do if he sees this?
Shoot you and then kill you.
It's been six hours.
I had to see you.
I'm gonna be late for Eve and Diane.
Tomorrow?
Like we planned?
Tomorrow.
Drop me around the corner.
-Take it easy. -He kept cutting me off!
He kept cutting me off! He kept cutting me off!
He followed me all the way from goddamn Lynnfield. He was trying to kill me!
That son of a bitch!
Can you believe this guy keeps confessing?
I don't know. Maybe we ought to grab a lawyer out of one of these BMWs up here.
Hey, Devine?
-What you looking at? -The old neighborhood.
-We're done, Sean, but I can stick around. -No, I think we're good, thanks.
A few of us are going to the Cantab after.
No, I don't think so, Jen. Thanks. Thanks anyway.
Yeah.
-So the wife left you six months ago? -So?
So Jenny Coughlin there with the body, voice and the cuffs....
This girl, she makes gay guys rethink their orientation.
So, what's your point?
The girl just wants to bed you, not wed you. You don't even blink?
She wants to worship at the temple of Devine.
-I'm married, Whitey. -So was Bill Clinton, didn't stop him.
-You haven't talked to Lauren in six months. -She calls all the time.
And says absolutely nothing. Weirdest thing I ever heard of.
One of these days, the phone's gonna ring and she'll tell me why she left.
Yeah? Maybe she's waiting for you to say something.
Come on, come on, come on.
The pitch. A swing and a line drive into right field. A base hit.
I just don't feel like they're gonna win this one.
Could we please have three beers?
Yeah, come on.
You believe those chicks?
-Come on. -Oh, yeah, baby.
Ain't that Jimmy Markum's girl?
-We've got you right over here, boys. -Yeah.
Yeah.
I've known her since she was a kid.
A ball and two strikes. Two on, two out.
Dave.
It's 3 in the morning.
Where have you been?
Oh, my God.
I fucked up.
What happened?
This guy tried to mug me, and I swung on him and he sliced me.
But look at your hand. We gotta go to the hospital.
No, no, it's not that bad. It's not that deep.
-lt bled like hell. I can't go to the hospital. -Oh, my God, Dave.
Come on. Come here.
So I'm walking to my car, and this guy comes up to me and asks for a light.
I say I don't smoke. He says neither does he.
My heart starts clocking a buck fifty because there's no one around.
-Oh, God. -That's when I see the knife.
Says, "Your wallet or your life. I'm leaving with one of them."
-That's what he said? -Yeah.
So I try to brush past him. That's when he slices me.
-You said you swung on him first. -Jesus, Celeste, can I tell the fucking story?
I'm sorry, babe.
I went fucking nuts on him, baby. I....
I went off.
I bashed his head on the parking lot.
There was blood everywhere.
I might have killed him.
Killed him?
It makes you feel...
...alone, you know, hurting somebody.
Yeah, but you had to, right?
It makes you feel...
...alien.
Okay.
Babe, you hop in the shower.
And I'll take care of your clothes.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Here.
911, police services. What's the nature of your emergency?
There's, like, this car with blood in it, and the door's open.
-What's the location of the car? -Sydney Street.
It's in the Flats by Pen Park. Me and my friend just found it.
-Son, what's your name? -He wants to know her name.
Your name, what's your name?
We 're so fucking out of here. Good luck, man.
Dispatch, this is Unit 33.
We 're gonna need a crime-scene tech, and you might want to notify Homicide.
Thirty-three, have you found a body yet? Over.
No, but by the looks of this car, we 'll find one sooner or later.
-Yeah? -I ' m in the weeds here at the store...
...and I need some help.
You and Katie can ' t handle 6, how you gonna handle the church crowd?
-That's the thing, Katie ain't here. -Hold on.
I'll be there in 10 minutes.
Just call Sal, make sure he can get there at 8 instead of 10.
No-shows at work, what if she no-shows at church?
She'll be there.
You know, she's gonna screw up this day too.
Oh, what other day has she screwed up lately?
You got two other daughters, don't forget.
I'll be at the church before anybody else, don't worry about that.
What the fuck's going on here?
-Pete, anybody show? -No.
Katie didn't call?
No.
-Hello? -Drew, Jimmy.
Sorry to wake you. I'm looking for Katie.
Yeah, she's here, I think. Hang on a second, let me go check.
Have a nice day.
No, it was Diane Cestra who slept over. No Katie.
Eve said she dropped her off at around 1:00. Didn 't say where she was going.
Don't worry, I'll track her down.
-She seeing anybody maybe? -19-year-old girls, who can keep a tally?
-That's the cold truth, bud. -I'll talk to you later.
I'll take hookers over old ladies any day.
-Mind if I go grab a smoke? -You can smoke the whole pack.
Can I help you, Brendan?
No, Mr. Markum, I'm looking for some of that tea that my ma likes.
-That's Barry's. Next aisle. -Thanks.
-When's Sal getting here? -Anytime now.
-That it, Bren? -A Globe.
I thought Katie worked on Sundays.
Are you sweet on my man's daughter, Bren?
No, I just see her here sometimes.
Her little sister's making her First Communion today.
Thanks. Come on, Ray.
Can I ask you something, Jimmy?
Shoot.
Why do you hate that kid so bad?
It's not hate. Doesn't that little mute fucker spook you out sometimes?
No, not Silent Ray, Brendan.
He's nice. Does sign language with his brother even though he doesn't have to.
He doesn't want him to feel alone.
But you look at Brendan like you're two steps away...
...from slicing off his nose and feeding it to him.
-No. Really? -Straight up.
Here's Sal. About fucking time.
-Hey, there, bad boy. -Sarge.
This should be the city's, but the park's state jurisdiction.
So if the body's in there, the case is ours.
How much evidence do you think they've destroyed?
Let's go find out.
Parker Hill vic walks into the ER on his own, steak knife sticking out of his collarbone.
He asks the nurse, "Hey, where they keep the Coke machine? "
-Did she tell him? -Tom, what do we got on the car so far?
We found the registration in the glove box. Owner is Katherine Markum.
-Oh, shit. -You know her?
Maybe. Might be the daughter of a guy I know.
We found a wallet and a license in a backpack. She's 19.
-Oh, fuck, that's her. -ls it a problem? You close with the guy?
When we were kids. Now it's just a "hello" around the neighborhood.
Nineteen.
Fuck, man.
He's in for a world of hurt.
Do not make her laugh.
Door was ajar when we found it, headlights on.
Blood on the driver's door, speaker, more blood on top of the steering wheel...
...around this bullet hole. Punched through the driver's seatback, shoulder level.
Okay, perp stood outside the car...
...girl slams him with the door, perp gets a round off...
...hits her in the shoulder, maybe the bicep.
She runs for it through the trampled weeds....
-What do you think? -Yeah, I dig that.
Body of Christ.
-Body of Christ. -Amen.
My God, Jimmy, our baby.
Body of Christ.
So I'm thinking she hid out here for a little bit.
The killer shows, she bolts.
She goes to the other side, she takes off running again.
Well, we better call in some divers while we're at it.
Body of Christ.
So you haven't seen him in a long time or what?
No, I haven't seen him since we were kids. Once in a while, I run into him.
Sure looked cute, though, didn't he?
-Daddy, Daddy! -Hey, darling. Good day, huh?
This dress itches.
Yeah, I'm not even wearing it, and it's itching me.
We are so proud of you.
Morning, honey.
Dave, there's nothing about it in the papers. I checked three times.
It was late, real late.
-Morning, Mikey. -Morning, Dad.
-You up for hitting some Wiffle Balls? -Yeah, come on, let's go.
Come on.
Put your coat on, Mike.
Thanks, Mom.
-Hey, Jimmy. -What's up, Ed?
They got Sydney blocked off, Crescent to Dunboy.
Boo Bear Durkin saw frogmen going into the Pen. Why you all decked out?
-Nadine's First Communion. -What are you doing here?
Just curious, I guess.
That's my daughter's car.
The dog's sniffing something by the old bear cage.
-Want to take a walk over? -Yeah.
-Trooper Devine? -Yeah, go ahead.
We got a guy on Sydney says he's the father.
Oh, shit.
-Got a psychologist on the scene yet? -En route.
Just keep him calm till the shrink gets here.
Asking for you. Says he knows you. Not taking no for an answer.
And he's got some guys with him.
-What guys? -Crazy-looking guys.
-The Savage brothers. -Just a " hi " around the neighborhood, huh?
All right, I'm on my way.
-Hey, guys. -That's our niece in there.
-Let us in. -We're doing our job.
-Let us in. -Fuck you!
The doughnut shop's that way!
-Nick, Val, ease up. -Fucking dickhead.
-Enough. -Nick.
Go to Drew Pigeon's house, talk to his daughter. Katie was with them last night.
-Kevin, let's go. -And, guys?
These girls are friends, so don't be hard on them.
-But get answers. -You got it.
Yeah, that's what I believe. Yeah.
Hey, Jimmy. Hey, man.
-ls she in there? -All we're doing is looking.
-Quit blowing sunshine up his ass. -That's my daughter's car.
-I understand. -And it's got blood in it.
You got fucking dogs all over. Why do you got dogs looking for my daughter, Sean?
Because we're looking, Jimmy, okay? Right now all she is is missing, okay?
-Trooper Devine? -Yeah, say again.
Sergeant Powers says you need to get in here A SAP.
-Your location? -The old bear cage. It's a fucking mess.
All right.
Make sure he doesn't get through.
You got those bolt cutters in your car?
I'll get us right through that Sydney Street fence.
Go.
There's a massive search underway for a woman missing in Buckingham Flats.
All we know now is there are signs of foul play...
...in a car found abandoned outside of Pen Park.
Now, police officers have moved in quickly and cordoned off the area...
...but even as we speak, a crowd of spectators has gathered.
We don 't know more than that, but we will stay on the story.
Until later, this is Jim Smith reporting for WB 56, 10:00 news.
Ready? Bat back.
All the way back.
I never saw anything like that before.
What do we got?
Oh, Christ.
Is that her?
Yeah.
We'll have the father do a positive lD at the morgue.
Blood's from a split in the crown of her head.
She was beaten with a stick, but that didn't kill her.
She was shot a second time. Looks like a.38.
What the fuck am I gonna tell him?
Agent....
...God said you owed another marker. He came to collect."
-Hey. -Hold on!
-Grab him. Stop that guy. -Hey, you!
-I'm fucking going in there! -Take it easy!
-Get his arms. -Hold him. Come on.
-Let me in, you motherfuckers! -Take it easy.
-Let me in! -ls she in there?
-Sean, is my daughter in there? -Let me in! You motherfuckers!
Is my daughter in there? Is she in there? Is she in there?
Hey, take it easy! That's the father.
Is my daughter in there? Motherfuckers!
Is that my daughter in there?
Look into my eyes! Is she in there?
-Get off me! -Sean, is that my daughter in there?
Is that my daughter in there?
No! No!
Oh, no!
No, God!
Oh, God, no!
No one's said anything, right?
What do you mean?
You haven't seen her yet, right? It might not be her, right?
Jimmy?
-Jimmy, please.... -Please what?
-Please-- -Please what, baby? Please what?
That's her.
That's Katie.
That's my daughter.
Fresh-brewed.
So we need to work a time line.
It's details, little things that make a case.
You know, things that you could forget about after a day or two.
Did you ever think about how one little choice could change a whole life?
I heard Hitler's mother wanted to abort him.
At the last minute, she changed her mind.
See what I mean?
What do you mean, Jimmy?
What if you or I had gotten into that car instead of Dave Boyle?
-What car? -You're losing me here.
If I'd gotten into that car that day, my life would have been a different thing.
My first wife, Marita, Katie's mother...
...she was a beautiful woman.
Regal.
As a lot of Latin women are, and she knew it.
You had to have balls to go near her, and I did.
Eighteen years old, the two of us. She was carrying Katie.
Now, here's the thing, Sean.
If I'd gotten into that car, I'd be a basket case.
I never would have had the juice to go near her.
And Katie never would have been born.
And she never would have been murdered. You know?
-You ever see Dave around? -He married my cousin Celeste.
What time did Katie get home from work yesterday?
Around 7:30.
Anything unusual, out of the way about her?
No. She sat with us, with me and the girls, while we ate.
She was having dinner with her friends.
-Eve Pigeon and Diane Cestra? -Yeah.
She talked to Nadine about her Communion...
...and then she was on the phone in her room for a bit.
And then around 8, she left.
-Do you know who she talked to? -No.
Do you mind if we have the phone company subpoenaed for records?
-No, go ahead. -Good.
You say you spent most of the day Saturday with your daughter in the store, correct?
Yes and no. I was mostly in back.
Anything odd? A confrontation with a customer, anything?
No, she was herself, she was happy. She--
She what?
It's nothing.
Listen, the littlest thing could be something right now.
It's just that when she was little, right after her mother died...
...I had just gotten out of prison, she couldn't be by herself.
Whether she was crying or not, it didn't matter...
...but she gave a look sometimes, like she was preparing to never see you again.
For a couple of seconds on Saturday, she looked at me that way.
-Okay. -lt was just a look.
It's information. We collect it, put it together, see what fits. Little things.
You were in prison?
-Oh, Jesus. -Here we go.
-Whitey. -I'm just asking.
Sixteen years ago, I did a two-year bit for robbery at Deer lsland.
Is that gonna find my daughter's killer? Just asking.
Let's forget about that. Let's get back to the point.
-Sorry. -It's all right. It's all right.
Okay, Mr. Markum.
-Okay. -Okay. All right. So, Jimmy...
...outside of the look Katie gave you, was there anything else?
There was this kid.
What am I talking about? That was this morning.
What? Remember, it's the little things.
This kid Brendan Harris come in the store, like he was expecting to see her.
-Barely knew each other. -Could they have been dating?
-No. -What makes you so sure?
Sean, are you gonna grill me? A father knows.
Mrs. Markum, was Katie seeing anyone?
No one right now, as far as we know.
-I mean, knew. -I'll give you whatever you need tomorrow.
We got girls at home wanting to know where their sister is.
All right, there will be a trooper downstairs to take you home.
And if you think of anything...
...anything at all, give us a call.
He said you almost got into a car when you were kids?
Shit. Me, Jimmy and a kid named Boyle were playing in front of my house.
This car came up and took Dave away.
-Abduction? -Yeah, guys pretending to be cops.
Convinced Dave to get in the car, kept him for four days before he escaped.
-They catch these guys? -One died.
The other got busted, went the noose route in his cell.
Your pal Markum, the moment I laid eyes on him, I could tell he'd done time.
They never lose that tension, it settles in their shoulders.
He lost his daughter. That's what's in his shoulders.
No, that's in his stomach. The tension in his shoulders, that's prison.
Cause of death: the gunshot wound to the head, not the trauma from the beating.
-What else? -Her and her friends were barhopping.
We're interviewing anyone who might have seen them.
One other thing, the backpack in her car...
...had pamphlets on Las Vegas and a list of Vegas hotels.
It doesn't sound like much.
What do you say, Devine?
We'll get the guy, sir.
That's right. All right, let's do it.
-That's the best you can come up with? -lt made him happy, didn't it?
This is Sean.
-Hello? -ls it Lauren?
You're in Manhattan. I can tell by the traffic sounds.
Is he with you?
Is that the baby?
Lauren, at least tell me her name.
Yeah, nice talking to you too.
Hey.
Would it surprise you?
Wouldn't be the first time.
Did you see that girl? Did you see that--?
Did you see her?
-I heard a car hit something. -Hit what? Another car?
-Oh, no, not loud like that. -Like hitting the curb?
Yes, maybe.
Then it stalled, and someone said, "Hi."
-Someone said, "Hi"? -"Hi."
Then there was a loud crack.
-Could it have been a gunshot? -Yes, maybe.
-Did you look out your window, Mrs. Prior? -Oh, no.
I was in my dressing gown by then.
I don't look out the window in my dressing gown.
The voice you heard, was that a male or a female?
Female.
I think.
-lt sounds like the girl knew the shooter. -Yeah.
Sorry to trouble you.
-Jimmy. -Theo.
How's my daughter? How's Annabeth holding up?
-She's trying. -Let's get these on ice.
You got a couple of coolers?
Right here's fine.
So how are you handling all this so far?
-lt hasn't really sunk in, Theo. -Yeah?
It's gonna hurt like hell when it does.
When my Janey died, I was no good for six months...
...but my kids were all grown up. I had that luxury.
You, you got domestic responsibilities.
Domestic responsibilities?
Yeah, you gotta take care of my daughter and those girls. That's your first priority.
Oh, you figured that might have slipped my mind?
It just needed to be said, that's all.
You'll come through because you're a man.
Like I said to Annabeth, your wedding day.
I said, "You got yourself a real old-school man there."
-Like they put her in a bag. -What?
That's what Katie looked like when I saw her in the morgue.
Like they put her in a bag and then they beat the bag with pipes.
-Well-- -Janey died in her sleep, all due respect.
She went to sleep, she never woke up. Peaceful.
-You don't need to talk about Janey. -My daughter was murdered.
They put a gun to her. As we stand here, she's on an autopsy slab...
...getting cut open by scalpels and chest spreaders...
...and you're talking to me about domestic fucking responsibility?