I always believed it was the things you don't choose
that makes you who you are.
Your city.
Your neighborhood.
Your family.
People here take pride in these things.
Like it was something they'd accomplished.
The bodies around their souls.
The cities wrapped around those.
I lived on this block my whole life.
Most of these people have.
When your job is to find people who are missing,
it helps to know where they started.
I find the people who started in the cracks,
and then fell through.
This city can be hard.
When I was young, I asked my priest how you could get to heaven
and still protect yourself from all the evil in the world.
He told me what God said to his children.
"You are sheep among wolves,
"be wise as serpents,
"yet innocent as doves."
You live just across the street. Is that right, ma'am?
That one on the corner, that's our house.
You know, to get Annette in high school, you have...
- I heard they had an opening. - Yeah, me, too.
The thing is, she always had a smile on her face.
That was her. She was always smiling.
I mean, who would take my little girl?
She never hurt anybody, never caused...
Whoever you are, if you have her,
you just let her go.
Now, we won't charge you,
but if you're out there, just let her come home.
All right? Let her come home.
I mean, who would take my little girl?
- You fucking cops. - She never caused no trouble,
she never got in any fights, she's a sweetheart.
- This is just unbelievable. - She was a good kid.
The whole force standing outside the house,
guarding the sidewalk with their arms crossed.
I mean, are the kidnappers coming back?
Amanda McCready was taken from her home
between 8:00 and 8:30 Wednesday night.
She's four years old, has blond hair and green eyes...
- Hey. - Hey.
...weighs 35 pounds and is 40 inches tall.
- You know I love you, right? - Yeah. I know.
A beleaguered police force and a weary citizenry
have been left with so little to cling to.
A blanket, a back door, and a doll named Mirabelle.
The neighborhood's really coming together.
We're gonna have a rally.
Everyone's gonna have a vigil. We're gonna have a vigil tonight.
You know, the neighborhood's all alert,
everybody's alert of what's going on and everything that...
The surroundings. We got flyers up, posters up, we have all that stuff up.
So everybody's well aware and everybody's looking for Amanda.
In related news, the Boston police captain
responsible for preventing crimes against children
spoke a few words a moment ago,
words of comfort.
I know the pain of losing a daughter. We will not fail.
We will pursue every avenue.
Do you know the mother?
Captain Jack Doyle on details of the missing Dorchester girl...
Little bit. I was a freshman, she was a senior.
She was blowing Mike Gulley down the post
when he was still 14 and innocent and milking cows up Vermont.
I don't know about innocent.
Her mother says Amanda may be carrying a little girl of her own.
Mirabelle was last seen with Amanda. It's her favorite doll.
This is horrible.
- Not if you're Channel 9. - Turn it off.
Good night.
- Hey, Angie. Get the door? I'm in the bathroom.
It's 7:00! Seven in the fucking morning!
What?
Are you Patrick Kenzie?
- Yeah. - Bea and Lionel McCready.
Our niece was kidnapped three days ago.
Please, come on in. Come on in. I have to apologize.
You know, there's been some problems with kids in the neighborhood,
kind of ding-dong ditch, ringing the buzzer and running away.
So that's the reason for the language.
- Oh. - Well, we can come back later.
No. Please, please. Make yourself comfortable.
Here, we're just... I'm sorry about the mess.
We've been... I had a late case, and a lot of cases.
We've just been... We've just been working a lot,
we worked on a case last night, you know, so we just...
Please sit down, though.
Or...
My associate'll be in in just a minute. She's in the other room.
How can we help you?
Do you know people in the neighborhood
who don't talk to the police?
Yeah, one or two.
We wanna hire you to augment the investigation of Amanda.
Is that right?
You know how in JonBenet Ramsey the family hired investigators?
So... Are the police all right with youse hiring outside help?
The police need to worry about finding my niece.
Hi. I'm Angie Gennaro. I work with Patrick.
Hello. I'm Bea McCready. This is my husband, Lionel.
- How do you do? - They wanna hire us
to augment the investigation.
You should talk to Precision Investigators.
- Who? I... - I don't know, I meant...
Well, let's hear them out, Ange.
Well, aren't you missing persons detectives?
Yeah, that's what your ad says in the paper.
Yeah, we are. We are missing persons detectives.
I'm sorry, she... I think that what Angie means to say is,
just for the sake of disclosure, up to this point,
our experience has been primarily, you know, finding missing persons
who've gone missing that they...
You know, they just stop payments on their Jet Ski
and they went to New Hampshire...
Every police officer in this state is looking for your niece right now.
And I'm not sure how much more help we could be.
Well, you're not gonna do any harm, are you?
All right, look. I got a pension coming up with Edison.
- So, that's collateral, if... - No. It's not that.
Why is this so hard? The cops don't want me coming here.
- Lionel don't want me coming here. - Don't worry.
- Now you don't want the job? - No, it's not that we don't want the job...
We consult privately before we make decisions like these.
- We do. - Helene puts her to bed.
She goes across to Dottie's. Maybe gone a half hour, watches TV.
Then she comes home and Amanda is gone.
She was watching Wife Swap.
She remembers, 'cause that's her favorite show.
And do youse two live upstairs?
Yeah, when our folks died they left us a unit and my sister a unit,
so, you know, basically we got no choice.
And with the acoustics in the apartment,
you can't get away from it.
Why don't you just come over the house, all right?
- Just talk to Helene, you know. Lionel, talk to Helene?
Look, she don't show it, but she's hurting right now.
- Please. Please! - All right. Lookit, all right?
I was no saint. All right? I had my own problems.
I took a hard bust at 22. Bea straightened me out.
My sister Helene has not had that.
Talking to the mother's the least we could do.
- We'll come right over. - Thanks a lot.
Yeah. Pleasure, Lionel.
Oh, you'll find us in that brown three-decker by the park.
- You know where it is. - Be hard to miss today.
Look at this. Jesus.
Fucking block party here.
Four Cape Verdeans got killed here last year.
No one gave a shit.
We have a good life, right?
Is that a trick question?
I don't wanna find their little kid in a dumpster.
Maybe she's not in a dumpster, babe.
I don't wanna find a little kid after they've been abused for three days.
Hon, nobody does.
All right.
Listen, we'll just go up and we'll talk to them,
and you don't wanna do it after that, I won't argue with you.
Okay.
Hi. Please, come on in.
Helene.
This is Patrick Kenzie, Angela Gennaro.
- Hi. - I remember you from high school.
I see you're still a little conceited, huh?
Would you excuse us, Dottie?
Dottie's my best friend, Lionel. She could be in my house if she wants.
Helene, we don't wanna get in your hair.
We're just gonna ask you a couple questions
about your daughter, then we'll be out of here.
- Everyone wants their part now. - I know.
I already talked to the cops forty times.
- We're sorry to take up your time. - Listen, we're not the cops.
Beatrice asked us to come over here
and see if we could help out finding your daughter.
Why don't Bea mind her business? It's my kid.
'Cause everyone gotta have their moment, now.
- Right? - Right.
Beatrice hired these people to help find Amanda with her own money,
so you had better show them the goddamn courtesy
- and respect they deserve! - She's in grieving, prick.
She could grieve how she wants, Dottie.
- You don't live here! - Asshole.
Don't you fucking yell at her, Lionel. You ain't her father!
Fuck you, Lionel.
Go fuck yourself. Cocksucker. Fuck you.
Get the fuck outta here.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry. - Maybe we should go.
- I understand. I'm sorry. - It's all right.
Maybe we should go?
Look. Can we all just have a few words in the hallway, please?
Excuse us, Helene.
- Helene's got emotional problems. - It's not that, Lionel.
- What is it, then? - She's a cunt!
- Beatrice, don't use that word. - God help me, it's true.
This is a child. And I don't know where she is.
Well...
We can't do any harm, right?
It's all right, Bea. It's all right, Bea. Huh?
Thank you.
Now...
Well, she's quiet. She tries very hard to be a good girl.
What about Helene? Her friends? People she hangs out with?
She got a lot of people come by the house?
I don't know. She's at the Fillmore all the time.
She's at the Fillmore Lounge?
Yeah, she drinks every day.
She's got the gene, you know? The disease. Our parents had it, too.
She use drugs?
I think she does a little coke.
How much is a little?
I don't know. Few times a week, maybe. I mean, how much is a lot?
Few times a week's a lot.
Then she does a lot. I don't know anything about that.
I put the plug in the jug myself, I got 23 years sobriety, so, I'm good.
Congratulations.
Do you mind if we see her room?
- Kidnapped the furniture, too? - Patrick.
10-7 investigation.
Solved it yet?
Captain, Patrick Kenzie. This is my associate, Angie Gennaro.
Mmm-hmm?
I see Beatrice went on and hired someone.
I take it that wasn't your recommendation.
It was not.
That woman would mortgage her home to every snake doctor
taking credit cards if she thought it would help find her niece.
My job's hard enough without inviting the circus in here.
Captain, this isn't about the money for us.
You ever investigated an abduction before?
I think Mrs. McCready was hoping we could help
with the neighborhood aspect of this investigation, the people, you know.
How old are you?
- I'm 31. - He just looks young.
A four-year-old child is on the street.
It's 76 hours and counting.
And the prospects for where she might be
are beginning to look grim, you understand?
Half of all the children in these cases are killed, flat out.
If we don't catch the abductor by day one,
only about 10% are ever solved.
This is day three.
He may look young,
but if he wants to work this case, he'd better not act it.
Well, he's been hired by a woman who's the victim of a crime,
and by law he's entitled as her representative
to be cooperated with by the Boston Police Department.
So he expects to be.
And he will be.
He and his better half will be contacted by two of my senior men,
at their convenience, and be permitted to observe.
We're just trying to help, Captain.
Look, I don't care who does it. I just want it done.
Good afternoon.
Ready to get started?
All I'm saying is that we heard Helene comes in here.
We're not asking for the combination to the safe.
Listen, I ain't saying a fucking word. I already talked to the fucking cops.
All right.
- Dave, right? - Big Dave.
Big Dave. All right.
I'm Medium Patrick. Nice to meet you.
You're a little fucking light in the ass to be talking shit, ain't ya?
Jesus, pal, I'm just playing.
Listen, buy a couple of fucking drinks or screw.
Okay, we'll take a couple tonics.
Jesus Christ.
Steve Penteroudakis! The Grecian Formula!
Oh, shit! What are you doing here?
Look at this little motherfucker at the Fillmore, what's up?
Gyro!
Beers and keno, 2:00 in the afternoon.
- What up? - Oh, yeah.
Yeah, listen, I been fucking everywhere
putting up posters, man, you know?
Every project hallway, all over City Point, everywhere.
You know? I mean, it's a real tragedy.
She used to come in here, sit up at the bar and shit.
- You know, she was like our mascot. - Helene brought Amanda in here?
No, mostly in the afternoons. I mean, it's no place for a child at night.
- Really? - Oh, yeah.
Hot tempers, lot of drugs, trust me.
So how often Helene come down here?
Five nights a week.
Come on, guys, please. She's a fucking coke ho, okay?
She's in here fucking doing lines just about every night.
Trust me, all right? It's not a real shocker, so...
- She's that bad, huh? - Huh?
Oh, she's fucking terrible.
Listen, remember that night when the kid got kidnapped?
You saw her on the news, right?
She's saying, "Oh, I was at my neighbor's house for a half hour."
Bullshit. She was in here for, like, two hours bumping rails. Oh, yeah.
What time did she come in? - 8:00.
- Are you sure it was the same night? - Fucking positive,
'cause she was in the shitter, fucking banging down rails with Ray,
and I was banging on the fucking door.
- Who, Ray? Skinny Ray? - Yeah. Ray Likanski.
He's in there ducking me like a fucking faggot.
I was banging on the door.
He thought I didn't know he was in there,
but I know he's fucking in there.
- Don't lend him any money... - Hey, Stevie.
- What the fuck you doing? - Nothing. What's up, Lenny?
Don't talk about people you don't know.
What do you mean? These are my friends.
- I know them for years. - What's the problem, guy?
You said you weren't a cop. Right, "guy"?
- Yeah, I'm not a cop. - Yeah, then why don't you fuck off?
Why don't you mind your business?
He's gonna come in here and be a smartass?
You're awfully worried about people's asses there, Dave.
Yeah, you probably got a fucking ass like a Skippy jar.
What are you doing here, anyway? Dave can't make a martini worth a shit.
Trying to help Helene find her daughter. Is that all right?
Listen, don't come in here running your mouth,
thinking you're better than me.
I'm not the fucking one.
- All right, just cool it. Cool it.
- Listen to this douchebag. - Bet she fucks this asshole in half.
Jesus Christ. What the fuck is the matter with you guys?
You, you punk fucking jackass.
We're leaving, all right?
You know, Dave, I think it's your good looks...
'Cause there is some fine pussy in here tonight.
Open that door, rummy.
- Open the door, Mike. - Now.
You ever wanna get fucked, let me know.
How's that, motherfucker? Now you know.
Keep your fucking mouths closed.
What, you wanna say some shit, Fat Dave?
- Fuck you! - Fuck you!
Make me a martini, you fucking fat bastard!
- Make it! - Get the fuck out.
Make me a fucking martini, you fat fucking retard!
Fucking unbelievable.
- Can I help you? - You Detective Bressant?
- That's right. - Patrick Kenzie. Did you just call me?
Oh, sorry. Sergeant Detective Remy Bressant.
How you doing?
- Should we... Sit down? - Something wrong?
No! I just...
I think Nick was expecting an older couple, maybe.
Life's full of surprises.
Corwin Earle. Serial molester, recently work-released.
Went AWOL around the time Amanda disappeared.
Known associates, Leon Trett
and his handsome wife, Roberta.
The Tretts were released six and eight months ago, respectively.
They have drug habits.
We don't know where they are, but we think Corwin's with them.
Jailhouse snitch claims that Corwin confided in him
and told him when he got out, he was gonna move in with his family.
Apparently the three of them
have some kind of Addams Family deal going on.
Corwin's plan is to keep a kid in the house to have sex with.
- Well, that sounds promising. - Not for Amanda, it doesn't.
Do you think this is who has Amanda?
Well, there's a lot of holes in our theory.
I mean, Corwin likes little boys, you know?
He likes them seven or eight or nine.
So that's it, that's all we got, there's no other leads, three days in?
No, we got more.
We got six psychics telling us to look in six different states,
we got Lionel and Bea with airtight alibis,
we've interviewed every neighbor in a mile radius
and we got a convicted finger-blaster
who just happened to cut off his ankle bracelet.
- Take it easy... - No, no, no, no, no!
Who the fuck is this guy?
You're here because Jack Doyle had us extend you a courtesy.
You got something to contribute, you know, be my guest.
Otherwise, hey, you...
You know, you can go back to your Harry Potter book.
Isn't it usually somebody who knows the victim?
I think there's plenty of people in Helene McCready's life
that are capable of doing this.
So then you probably talked to Ray Likanski.
- Who? - Ray Likanski.
"Skinny Ray," they call him, 6'2", about 160 pounds.
Does blow. Helene's boyfriend. No?
- Never heard of him. - Well, with all due respect,
I think we might be able to contribute on that point.
- Really? How's that? - The night Amanda went missing,
Skinny Ray was down at the Fillmore Lounge
doing coke for two hours, between 8:00 and 10:00.
Fascinating.
- With Helene McCready. - You're shitting me.
She did bullshit us.
I'm gonna have to tear her a new asshole.
Meet you down there.
So what kinda name is Bressant?
It's the kind they give you in Louisiana.
Oh, yeah? Thought you were from here.
Well, it all depends on how you look at it.
I mean, you might think that you're more from here than me, for example.
But I been living here longer than you been alive.
So who's right?
I'll mull it over.
- What's up, sucker? - Bubba.
- Good to see you, brother. - Good to see you.
- How you been? You been good? - Yeah.
Yeah? What's up, Angie? How you doing, baby?
You seen those people?
Drug addict, drug addict, fucking... Pedophile.
What the fuck makes you think I know people like this?
Bub, I know you don't pay your rent doing people's taxes.
Yeah, I don't pay my rent selling penny rocks
to walleyed child molesters, neither.
They're not all three child molesters.
Just... Just this one, Corwin Earle.
The other two are just baseheads he hangs out with.
What are the two of yas, crime dogs, now?
We got hired to find that little girl.
Turns out the mother was down at the Fillmore all night
while the kid was taken.
- With Skinny Ray. - Skinny Ray is a fucking bitch.
- I thought Ray was your boy. - Work for me?
Skinny Ray, he's a fucking cokehead. He works for the Haitian.
Ray works for Cheese?
Yeah, Cheese, Ray, Chris Mullen, whole trash-picker crew.
Did you ever sell to Helene?
There's reasons why there ain't three inches of Plexiglas
between us right now.
That's 'cause I don't fuck with skeezers like Helene.
Or coconuts like Cheese.
You should know better by now.
I'm the king of this motherfucking jungle.
I'll let you know if I hear anything, though.
- Thanks, bro. - Peace.
How well do you know "Cheese" Jean Baptiste?
- Who? - Come on, sweetheart.
"Cheese" Jean Baptiste?
Oh, sounds familiar.
No. No. It don't "sound familiar," Helene.
He's a violent, sociopathic Haitian criminal named "Cheese."
Either you know him or you don't.
Who is he?
He's a drug lord or something, isn't he?
Helene, who is he?
- He's just a guy, Lionel. Thank you.
He is, among other things, Mrs. McCready, a drug dealer, yes.
- What other things? - I don't know.
Why don't you answer your brother's questions, Helene?
Why don't you go suck a nigger's dick, Bea?
You listen to me! You don't disrespect my wife,
and you don't make racial remarks in my kitchen.
- Who is this man? - It's my kitchen, Lionel.
You know what I mean!
Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy. Take it easy.
He's a drug dealer, a pimp, a pornographer. All right?
Perfect. You associate with a pimp.
A pornographer? Helene.
And we think he rolled up Pokey Jackson in a carpet
and shot him in the head on Castlegate, so there's that, too.
What do you do for him?
I just mule.
Occasionally, not making a habit out of it.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Lionel, what does that mean?
It means she's a drug runner, Bea. It means she carries drugs.
- Isn't that right, Helene? - Oh, my God, a few times.
- Where? - Providence...
Does it fucking matter?
You think I'm fucking around, here?
You think I'm playing games, here? 'Course it matters.
Better answer his question, Helene.
- For what? - Fuck's sake, Lionel.
- What do you think? Money, taste. - Of what, drugs?
No, little puffy heart stickers for my locker.
What kind of drugs? Cocaine and heroin.
- No, I would've seen the track marks. - Not if you snort it. Right, sugar?
Yeah, less addictive that way.
Piece of work.
What the fuck is that? Where are you going?
Oh, yeah. I keep thinking about this thing I heard.
- You know where I'm going with this? - No.
Did you know I used to work DCU?
- I give a fuck. - Okay.
So, I still know some of those guys real well.
Anyway, I heard someone ripped Cheese off
on a New Hampshire run.
- Did you hear anything about that? No.
- Care to take a polygraph? - I already took one.
Different questions this time.
Come on. It's all right.
We don't care about a couple of hopheads beating each other.
We care about your child.
So come on.
How much?
You even give a fuck about your kid?
'Course I do.
And we know you took the money. So just tell us how much you took.
How much?
One thirty.
- $ 130,000? - Yes, Bea.
How'd you do it?
Me and Ray had to do this run up Nashua, right?
Yeah.
We dropped four ki's on these bikers.
When we was walking back through the motel with all the money,
these cops just swooped right in, went right for the bikers,
and Amanda was with us, so we just pretended to be like a family.
- And we got in the car, took off. - You took Amanda with you?
Oh, what am I gonna do? Leave her in the car, Bea?
I don't got no daycare.
It's really hard being a mother. It's hard raising a family, you know?
All on my own.
But God made you barren, so you wouldn't fucking know.
- So I understand, Bea, okay? - You are an abomination.
- Hey, hey, hey. Right here. As God is my witness.
Right here. What happened next?
We was driving back, and Ray, fucking Ray was like,
"You know everyone's gonna think the cops got the money."
You told Cheese the cops got it.
But you and Ray kept the money.
- This whole fucking thing is Ray's fault. - Where's the money now, Helene?
- It's with Ray. - And where's Ray?
- Chelsea. - Let's go. Come on.
She rides with you. I don't want her in my car.
- Go on. Move your bike! - Go fuck your mother.
- What the... - Beat it, sucker!
Helene, you used to go with Scott Flaherty, didn't you?
- How do you know? - You know, I went to Saint Mark's.
I was a freshman when you were a senior. You don't remember me?
No.
Whatever happened to Scott?
He stabbed a foreign exchange student in the chest.
He got life in Walpole. He's a faggot now.
He was kind of a faggot in high school.
Oh, man. You're terrible. He was cute.
Well, he kind of wore them tight shorts.
Oh, who's a faggot now? You're dating a faggot.
So, how did the... How'd the money end up in Chelsea?
I thought youse and... You and Ray went home after.
No, we dropped off Amanda and went back to Ray's.
But fucking retarded Ray left his baby rock at my place.
You know, right then, I'm like, "I'm gonna drop this motherfucker.
"I don't care if he does got a big dick."
So we went back to the apartment and Ray was hollering,
he was gonna wake up Amanda, she needs her sleep, you know?
So, we went back to Ray's,
- or Ray's mother's. Whatever. - Yeah?
I don't know where that mother went, but she left all her fucking cats in there,
and it smells like cock.
And Cheese never contacted you, never left you a note?
No. We didn't hear nothing from Cheese.
That's why Ray said, "Don't say shit."
You didn't think it was worth it for your daughter's sake
to tell people what happened? Cheese has your kid.
God fucking knows what he's doing to her.
What am I gonna do?
Call Cheese and be like, "You got my daughter?
"'Cause I just ripped you off, and I'm just checking."
Yeah!
- Helene, sit back. - Oh, my God!
Oh, I'm gonna call the cops, too, and be like, "You know,
"just so you know, wanna know I run coke and heroin
"in case that's irrelevant."
All right, calm down. Calm down.
You make me sick.
What makes you think Ray hasn't spent all the money, Helene?
Nigger, please. I hid it.
Pull over.
Looks like somebody had a little talk with Ray before they shot him.
- Looks like he held out pretty good. - He didn't have it.
He couldn't tell them where the money was, because he didn't know.
Helene hid it.
Ray made poor relationship choices.
Guess they didn't believe him.
Poor prick.
I'm not waiting in a fucking car.
- Where's the money, Helene? - I give a fuck about the money.
- Helene... - I just want my daughter home with me.
I know it. I know, I'm... I'm sorry. It's very upsetting about Ray. But...
- Where's the money? - It's right there.
- Where? - Buried it when Ray was passed out.
What was that book about,
Everything You Need Is in Your Own Backyard?
- I think it was a French book. - Yeah, that wasn't a book.
- That was a book. - No, it was a cartoon.
- The fuck out of here. - No, it was a cartoon.
- Right, Helene? - Fuck youse both.
Should we bring in the FBI at this point?
- That's the worst thing we could do. - Why is that?
'Cause I don't wanna see Cheese kill Amanda
after he opens a bag full of newspapers.
It's kidnapping.
- I don't see a note. You see a note? - Nope. No note.
We're investigating a missing children's case, here.
Kidnapping has nothing to do with it. Fastest way to get Amanda home
is go to Cheese, swap the money for her and walk away.
- Plain and simple. - Do you know Cheese?
Knew his brother better, Jude. He was a sweet kid.
Cheese went another way.
- He wouldn't hurt her, right? Ask Ray.
All right, listen. All he cares about is his money.
If he gets it back... He's not gonna hurt Amanda.
Just keep your mouth shut, okay? We'll get her back. It'll be fine.
- Oh, you're gonna talk to him? - Yeah, that's the idea.
Okay. Well, tell him I'm sorry, all right?
I mean, he knows me, just tell him I apologize.
Yeah, I'm sure that'll fix everything. Just take her home.
- We'll take care of this, all right? - We'll meet you over there.
I'm hungry.
All right. I'll get you something, Helene.
No, her.
That's what she said to me right before I put her to bed.
She said, "I'm hungry." I mean, they fed her, right?
She's not still hungry?
I don't know.
I know I fucked up.
I just want my daughter back.
I swear to God, I won't use no drugs no more.
I won't even go out, I'll be fucking straight.
Cross my heart.
It's all right. We're gonna find her, Helene.
You have to. You promise?
Yeah. I'm gonna try. I will.
Promise. You have to promise me.
I promise.
All right.
Where do you think you're going?
Talk to Cheese.
No, you're not. No, get back in the car.
No, that's a mistake. He's never gonna talk to a badge.
No. No way. It's too important.
You wanna get the girl back, or not?
I know him. If there's a deal to be brokered,
- we're the ones who can do it. - No, me and Nick are handling this.
Get back in the car.
Guys, you two go in there and negotiate a ransom for a little girl,
then it is the FBI. 'Cause it's kidnapping.
All you're gonna do is scare him.
The more you scare him, the worse it is for her.
All right. Go ahead.
Just fucking relax, sit tight. I know him. I'm gonna take care of it.
Good luck.
It's been a long time.
No. I quit.
I'm gonna talk some private shit.
- Don't wait, but don't get too far. - You know I'll be right here.
Bitches love the cheddar.
- How you been, Chris? - Better than you.
Yeah. Good to hear it.
- Fuck you. - Man, be cool.
It's been too long not to see a fool.
I grant you audience.
Go.
We found what you were looking for in Chelsea.
What I care about Chelsea?
'Cause one of the idiots that robbed you lived there.
What idiot?
The one that you and Chris beat with a pipe and shot in the chest.
I don't know about nobody getting kill.
But if somebody rob me and end up dead...
Well, you know, life is a motherfucker.
Cheese, we got your money. It was buried in Ray's backyard.
We wanna give it back to you in exchange for Amanda McCready.
The two police outside are the only other people who know.
No one gives a fuck about what you did.
I mean, I didn't even like Ray that much.
You're gonna get your money, the mother gets her daughter back,
and we'll say we found the kid in the bushes, or whatever.
It's either this, real quiet,
or it's a thousand fucking cops kicking your door in,
putting their fat knees in your neck.
Hold up.
Whoa. Whoa.
What the fuck is this?
Lift up your shirt.
- Come on, man. - Motherfucker, you heard me.
Lift up your shirt.
- It ain't like that, Cheese. - My CC, I ain't down with you.
Lift up your shirt.
You, too, baby. Ain't no gender immunity.
Let me see some tit.
Don't ever come in my spot like that.
You got my money,
you leave that shit in the mailbox on your ass way out, you feel me?
Some other motherfuckers let fool rob on them.
I don't play scrimmage.
But I don't fuck with no kids.
And if that girl only hope is you, well, I pray for her,
'cause she's gone, baby.
Gone.
Cheese, if you ever disrespect her again like that,
I'm gonna pull your fucking card.
Okay?
So you're saying you didn't do it, fine.
We'll take your money, and we'll be on our way.
But if it turns out you're lying,
I'm going to spend every nickel of that money to fuck you up.
I'm gonna bribe cops to go after you,
I'm gonna pay guys to go after your weak fucking crew,
and I'm gonna tell everyone I know that you're a CI and a rat.
And I know a lot of people.
And after that, you're gonna wish you had listened to me,
'cause your shitty, pool-hall, crime-syndicate headquarters
is gonna get raided.
And your doped-up bitches are gonna get sent back to Laos,
and this fucking retard right here is gonna be testifying against you
for a reduced sentence while you're getting cornholed in your cell
by a gang of crackers.
'Cause from what I heard,
you guys that get sent up Concord for killing kids,
life a motherfucker.
If I see you again, I'm gonna get discourteous on you.
And get that sausage off my lawn.
Well, what happened? - He said he didn't know anything,
but if you had his money, you could put it in his mailbox.
- That's what he told you? - That's it.
Nothing else?
Yeah. He said that he wanted you two off his lawn.
I thought you said you knew this fucking guy.
Half the guys he knows are degenerates.
Yeah, you know what the other half are?
- What? - Cops. Don't hold it against me.
No, no. I won't hold it against you.
You know what I'll hold against you?
We had one chance to make this deal. You said you knew him.
You said you could do it and you fucked it up.
Now I gotta get a warrant for a tap, start surveillance,
hope to Christ we get lucky.
You know, if Amanda dies because of this,
I won't have to hold it against you.
You'll hold it against yourself for a long, long time.
Hope we didn't fuck this up.
- Yeah. - Cheese called in.
Says he'll take the deal with Amanda, but he wants to go tonight.
- Great. - Well, it is and it isn't.
They record calls at the station now.
- Jack got a hold of the transcript. - What does that mean?
It means our badges are basically fucking forfeit at this point.
He wants you both down here, now.
Oh, and, hey, Cheese said he left something in a mailbox
to prove that he's got Amanda.
This is a transcript of a recorded call that came in this morning.
Care to read the highlighted portion?
Aloud?
Uh.
"Caller: Bitch, you better have my money.
"Detective Bressant: Who is this?
"The caller: You know who the fuck this is, fool...
"Creole curse words. If you want that girl back,
"you need to meet me up Quincy tonight.
"Fuck around for a minute and I'll throw that girl in the lake."
The lake he refers to is the water in the abandoned quarry.
Detective Bressant goes on to make an unauthorized ransom arrangement
to exchange Amanda McCready for $ 130,000 tonight
in just that location.
After some discussion, Detective Bressant was kind enough
to produce this.
Recognize it?
The four of you have involved me in an illegal activity
without my knowledge or consent, and I don't fucking appreciate it.
- You don't have to be a part of it, sir. - The hell I don't.
If I delay this now, after this agreement,
I just further endanger the life of that child.
Does that sound like something you expect me to do?
No, sir.
I went in there. I'll accept responsibility.
You'll accept nothing!
Don't come in here trying to get noble, boy.
Let me see that note.
My God.
He wants to separate us.
The note instructs you guys to be on the east side and wait for Amanda,
me and Nick to be at the clearing by the edge with the money.
Once Amanda's turned over to you, you give us a call on the radio,
we turn over the cash.
- Who's he likely to bring with him? - Chris Mullen.
He was at the club when we made the offer.
What do you know about him?
It was probably him who killed Ray for Cheese.
If I had to guess.
All right. Nobody else knows about this, right?
- I don't know. - Yes?
I'm asking if keeping it quiet is better for Amanda or is it better for us?
Do you have any children, Miss Gennaro?
No, sir.
My only child was murdered. She was 12. Did you hear about it?
What you probably didn't hear,
and what I hope you never have to deal with,
Miss Gennaro, is what that feels like. What I have to deal with.
Knowing that my little girl likely died
crying out for me to come and save her.
And I never did.
My little girl died afraid and alone in a shallow ditch bank
by the side of the road not 10 minutes from my house.
I know what it feels like to lose a child.
Now, damn it, you force my hand
and then you question the way I handle it.
No one's questioning you, sir.
I honor my child with this division.
So that no parent has to go through what I've known.
This child.
That's all I care about.
I'm gonna bring her home.
Why'd he bring us all the way up here?
I don't know. It's big. It's dark. It's easy to get away.
No.
They're gonna kill her.
This asshole could've found some level fucking ground somewhere.
This is where we part ways. You guys'll be on top of that cliff.
We'll be right across from you.
Give us a call on the radio when you have her.
- We will. - Well, good luck.
Let's go.
How are they gonna get Amanda up here?
Ambush! Ambush!
Hey, Remy! Fucking Cheese! Where is she?
There she is. I can see her. It ain't the way it is!
Someone hit Cheese!
You sure you heard something? Yes!
- Over there! What happened?
I don't know. I heard a splash. Down there!
Somebody took Cheese out,
- and then all hell broke loose. Where's Amanda?
- Shots were fired from over there. I don't know!
Something went in the water!
- What? - You sure you heard something?
- Yeah, something went in, but I... - Where did it go?
There! Right there!
Oh, my God.
Oh, no.
Jesus Christ!
Paging Dr. Goldsburn. Dr. Goldsburn to ICU.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How's the leg? - It'll be fine.
They find anything?
- They got divers in there now. - She could still be alive.
Maybe she's hiding. She could be stuck.
Right?
I don't think so.
Hey...
He's ever seen in all his years,
on a little girl called Amanda and a doll named Mirabelle.
This quarry is extremely deep and treacherous.
All too often, she keeps that which she takes in.
A sad end to that story, Suzanne.
It sure is, Phil.
And Ron is next with sports. The Bruins in action tonight?
Yes, they are, Phil.
The B's took a crack at the Flyers tonight,
and the rough stuff started in the first period.
And like that, she was gone.
We gave our statements. Nick and Remy the same.
All of us spared any blame for Amanda's death.
Jack Doyle resigned on the condition
that he and he alone be held accountable.
The legendary captain of a unit dedicated to children
stepped down today in the aftermath of controversy.
He was granted the dignity of early retirement.
But the humiliation of half a pension.
It was an ignominious end to an illustrious career.
Chris' run lasted a day and a half until, from what they could tell,
he ran into someone who wanted the money more than he did.
Twenty-nine-year-old Chris Mullen
was gunned down last night
in an apparent robbery.
The police commissioner defended the rising tide of crime
as a statistical aberration tied to growing unemployment
and the humidity of...
Enough time went by and they called off the search.
They issued Helene a death certificate.
The frame and the casket were donated by the funeral home,
but had to be returned at the end of the afternoon.
You know I love you, right?
Yeah.
I just wanna be alone for a while.
I don't know if she blamed me or if she blamed herself.
But when she didn't think I was home,
or if she thought I couldn't hear,
she would cry.
I couldn't stop running it over and over and over in my mind,
the vague and distant suspicion
that we never understood what happened that night,
what our role was.
Or maybe it was just that, like the hundreds of other children
who disappear each year and never return...
Amanda was even more haunting for never being found.
What they did find was another big story,
and I couldn't help but find it strange.
Not two months later and not far away, another child went missing.
...and community watch patrols are being formed.
A bicycle left roadside. A tire left spinning.
Late-breaking news on that story.
Little Johnny Pietro is also wearing
what this reporter believes might be a sign.
Johnny Pietro was wearing the medallion of St. Christopher,
patron saint of...
Johnny Pietro and his medallion.
What I didn't find strange was this time,
no relatives came knocking on our door.
- Hey, Patrick. - Hi.
- I need you to come on a ride with me. - Where?
To Everett.
- What, no parties in Lynn? - Funny.
- You got your toast with you, right? - My what?
Your gun, dummy.
Yeah.
This ain't no strip-clubbing in Lynn, Patrick.
I got something better for you, buddy.