You asked me to find some people for you.
I think I found them.
What you getting me into?
You don't give a fuck about this Corwin Earle dude no more?
Yo, 'cause the fat bitch and the old dude are in there.
My man didn't know about the diddler.
Come in with me. Watch my side.
We'll find out if this motherfucker's in there.
You know what, Patrick?
If you don't wanna come in, you don't have to come in.
If you don't wanna come in, fuck it.
Let's go.
Guess who?
- Jerome Miller? - No, it's the coke fairy.
- Open up. - I got the money right here.
Marmaduke, you think you're gonna hand me money on a fucking porch?
Open the door.
Who's he?
He's your father. Open the fucking door!
- Look out. - Okay, man!
Chill! Chill!
What are you guys, starting a band?
No one's starting a band.
It's a taste.
Cocaine for the old man.
Fucking Christ.
Want me to change a roll of quarters for you, too?
I told you to tell me when they got here!
They just got here.
- You already did some! - It was a taste bag.
Sorry, love.
Here, count this fucking mess.
Where's the rest, man?
As soon as he's finished counting that fucking mess you gave me.
- Mr. Miller, do you mind? - No, I don't mind.
- Excuse me! - You're excused.
- Hey, please don't snoop around, sir. Hey, relax, handsome.
Excuse me!
Where the fuck you think you're going?
Mr. Miller, I'm warning you!
Stop!
Patrick, shoot this bitch.
You fat busted cunt.
You put a gun on me, you better use it.
Just give us the fucking wizza!
You don't wanna shoot her, Patrick?
Who's this guy?
Corwin! Go back to your room!
It's not a party?
No, it's not a party.
How much money's there, Patrick?
Enough.
Want this?
What are you doing? Pick up the fucking money.
At least two guns in the house. Roberta's carrying hers.
What else? - Well, they're definitely high.
- On what? - Cocaine.
Your friend tell you that, too?
SWAT'll be here in five minutes.
You're not gonna wait for them?
Did you or did you not tell me you saw Corwin Earle
with the medallion of St. Christopher around his fucking wrist?
I definitely saw Corwin Earle.
We're not waiting.
Stay here. And don't fuck around, all right?
Good job.
Fuck.
An... An officer... Shots are fired! An officer down... Shots...
Listen to me!
A police officer has been shot at 33 German Road!
Get away from him!
It was an accident.
Wait!
Hey.
You okay?
They told me what happened.
I'm proud of you.
That man killed a child.
He had no right to live.
- You're proud of me? - Of course I am.
You did what you had to do.
Let's go home.
I gotta stay here awhile.
- See you at home. - Yeah.
Thanks.
It was fucked up, right?
They tell you anything about Nick?
They said he could be okay.
I don't know.
They say how old that little boy was?
Seven.
Second grade.
Should be proud of yourself. Most guys would've stayed outside.
I don't know.
What don't you know?
My priest says shame is God telling you what you did was wrong.
Fuck him.
Murder's a sin.
Depends on who you do it to.
That's not how it works. It is what it is.
I planted evidence on a guy once,
back in '95.
We were paying $ 100 an eight-ball to snitches.
We got a call from our pal, Ray Likanski.
He couldn't find enough guys to rat out.
Anyway, he tells us there's a guy pumping up in an apartment
up in Columbia Point.
We go in, me and Nicky.
Fifteen years ago, when Nicky went in, it was no joke.
So, it's a... It's a stash house, right?
The old lady's beat to shit, the husband's mean, cracked out,
tries to give us trouble, Nicky lays him down.
We're doing an inventory, but it looks like we messed up
because there's no dope in the house, and I go in the back room...
Now, this place was a shithole, mind you.
Rats, roaches all over the place.
But the kid's room, in the back,
was spotless.
No, I mean, he swept it, mopped it, it was immaculate.
The little boy's sitting on the bed
holding onto his PlayStation for dear life.
There's no expression on his face,
tears streaming down.
He wants to tell me he just learned his multiplication tables.
Christ.
I mean, the father's got him in this crack den,
subsisting on Twinkies and ass-whippings,
and this little boy just wants someone to tell him that he's doing a good job.
You're worried what's Catholic?
I mean, kids forgive.
Kids don't judge.
Kids turn the other cheek.
What do they get for it?
So I went back out there,
I put an ounce of heroin on the living room floor,
and I sent the father on a ride, seven to nine.
- That was the right thing? - Fucking A!
You gotta take a side.
You molest a child, you beat a child,
you're not on my side.
If you see me coming, you better run,
because I am gonna lay you the fuck down!
Easy.
Don't feel easy.
Is the kid better off without his father?
Yeah.
But okay, I mean, could be out there right now,
pumping with a gun in his waistband.
It's a war, man.
Are we winning?
No.
Would you do it again? Clip Corwin Earle?
No.
Does that make you right?
Hmm?
I don't know.
Doesn't make it wrong, though, does it?
- Hey. - Hi.
How's Remy?
He lied to me.
What did Remy say about Ray back in Roxbury?
- Never heard of him. - Never heard of him.
Now he says Ray's been snitching for him for 15 years.
He called him his "old pal."
Said he couldn't find enough people to snitch out.
Patrick...
And Ray Likanski is the reason Amanda got taken in the first place,
and Remy lies about knowing him.
Let it go.
Why would he lie? What's he have to hide?
Amanda's dead.
Let it go.
Babe.
Nick died.
Left. Left.
Mr. Kenzie.
Nice fucking job on Corwin Earle.
Amen.
- Sorry about Nick. - Yeah, thanks.
I was thinking about our conversation the other night.
Well, I said some things I shouldn't have.
You know, too much rum.
Yeah, like what?
Don't fuck with me, Patrick. Not today.
Oh, I wouldn't fuck with you.
Oh, you wanna play it like that, huh? Okay.
Forget about the other night, and we'll be friends.
What if I don't?
That's not an "if" you wanna bring into your life.
Had lunch with him last week.
Dana had lunch with him last week?
Excuse me.
Hey, Dev.
- Hey, how you doing? - All right, how you been?
I can't complain.
- Can I talk to you? - Yeah.
Not here.
If it's like that, then you're gonna have to buy me lunch.
- How's the Chart House, half hour? - Sounds about right.
Hey, Remy used to work Narcotics with you, right?
DCU, yeah. What's up?
Why'd he leave?
Had a habit of just rubbing people the wrong way.
Like what? What'd he do?
Like marry a prostitute, for one.
Come on.
Might not wanna do that if you're a cop, right?
Might not wanna do that if you're a plumber.
So, what happened?
He says he loves her, tells Mike Snell to go fuck himself,
and puts in for a transfer.
What, to Doyle?
Doyle brought Remy from Louisiana, back in '72.
You don't think that Remy's dirty, though, do you?
What's "dirty"?
- I know he planted evidence once. - Oh, you do?
Yeah. Why?
Look, man. CSI is killing us out here.
Every other juror, all they wanna know is where the microfibers are.
Certain people are workers.
Don't wanna plant it, but you know how it is.
So they don't mind it.
So tell me something, what you fucking with him for?
He lied to me.
I can't think of one reason big enough for him to lie
that's small enough not to matter.
All right, look.
I know one thing, but it's third party, so you gotta play it like that.
Helene and Ray took Cheese's money back in June, right?
Yeah.
One week later, Remy goes to a cop in DCU
asking if anybody knew who robbed Cheese.
So what?
So my informant tells me,
Cheese didn't even know he got robbed until two weeks later.
So Remy knew Cheese got robbed before Cheese did?
How'd he know that?
Let me tell you something.
You better think long and hard
before you start running around here investigating the police.
You try and take food out their mouths, and they will fuck you up.
Thanks for the steak.
All right.
Hey.
I got it.
We need to talk to you, Lionel.
About what?
About the acoustics in your apartment.
What?
Oh, we live in a three-decker, too, Lionel.
I got nothing to talk about.
Well, that's fine. We can talk to the state police.
Meet me at Murphy's Law.
I don't meet him down Murphy's,
he's gonna call the staties.
He's putting a move on you. Don't go down there.
I can handle Patrick Kenzie.
- This is an oath we took. - I started this.
- This has to be protected. - I got things to protect, too.
- Listen to me! - All right, Remy.
You leave that house, you're an enemy to me.
- Just trust me, all right? - No! Trust me!
Where I come from, you die with your secrets!
How long have you known Remy?
Detective Bressant? Just in...
Met him through the investigation of Amanda.
- That's it? - Yeah.
How long you known Remy?
What is this?
They got the Internet, now, Lionel.
You know how it is in town. Everybody knows everybody.
No. Everybody don't know everybody.
- What're you talking about? - Why you lying?
I'm not.
You bragged about taking a hard bust on the first day we met you.
- No, I didn't. - Bullshit.
You're hiding something, Lionel, and you better fucking tell it,
'cause you came to our house and you asked us for help.
And we killed ourselves trying to save Amanda.
And I know you ain't being 100% with me right now,
and it's really fucking pissing me off that you're lying,
so you better interrupt me at any time, 'cause I'm about to lose...
Okay. Fine, fine. All right? Don't have a heart attack.
I haven't been honest with you.
It's just not something I'm proud of. You know?
I got in a bar fight back in the day.
The other guy cracked his skull.
At some point, I must've said, "I'll kill you."
So they had me up for attempted. It's my word against this other guy's.
Witness testified to my version and the jury believed him.
- 'Cause he was a cop. - Yeah, he testified for me.
So you knew Detective Bressant.
- It's not like we were best friends. - But you lied.
- Why did you call Remy? - He's a cop.
- That's not why you called him, Lionel. - Come on.
It's a small place. You heard them arguing.
- They were being loud. - Who? Who... Who...
So you called Remy, and you and him took Amanda to blackmail your sister.
Why would I do that?
I don't know, Lionel. I really don't know.
Maybe because after all the "I put the fucking plug in the jug,"
and the "count your blessings" and the "watch your language,"
you're just like everybody else.
You saw a bag of money and you wanted it.
And you thought you could get away with it.
But Bea called the media and made a big thing of it.
And then she called us, and then you were fucked.
The case is closed, Patrick. The case is closed.
Coke-dealing Haitian's a pretty easy target for a frame.
- Lionel? - Excuse me.
- Look at me. - Okay. Excuse me.
You took your niece, and you laid it off on a black guy.
- Pardon me. - Lionel, tell me what happened.
Can I get some service?
Yeah.
What?
- Three shots of Cutty and a tallboy. - Yeah.
Thank you.
Just give me a second.
Twenty-three years is something, right?
Go.
I come up to check on Amanda. She was alone as usual.
I was reading her a story when Helene and Ray come home.
They didn't know I was there.
Stop fucking yelling, my daughter's sleeping in there.
They started talking about how they'd robbed this drug dealer.
You know what he's fucking gonna do if he finds out?
What's the monkey gonna do?
- Oh, you know... - I'm not...
And they were talking about leaving the state.
So I called Remy and told him.
There's another drug run up to Nashua. Taking cocaine...
And then what?
We took her.
Remy laid out this plan. It seemed easy.
We take her, force Helene and Ray to cough up the cash,
then we put her back. You know?
Amanda gets to spend a weekend in the country.
My sister learns a lesson.
And fuck it, everybody gets paid on top of it.
I got no problem taking money from a guy like Cheese.
They were gonna handle the cops.
But Bea, she went nuts.
Started calling the papers. Hired you.
Lionel don't want me coming here, now you don't want the job?
But once you found the money, they had Amanda and the money.
So they decided to set up a fake exchange for you to witness.
They got Chris Mullen to set up Cheese at the quarry.
15K and a chance to be the boss.
Cheese figured out what was happening.
Even though it was too late, he started shooting.
Panicking.
And she just fell. I mean, she just...
She fell in.
She's gone.
It was an accident. It was just an accident.
She was your sister's kid, Lionel.
- Your sister's child. - You think I don't miss her?
She was more my kid than Helene's.
Last summer, Helene and Dottie took Amanda to the beach.
It was a real hot day. Amanda fell asleep.
They left her in the car while they go off into the dunes,
smoke a doobie with some guys.
Two hours.
Amanda literally roasted.
She was three.
Later on, I was holding her, trying to help her get to sleep.
My little Amanda, she was so hot.
She felt like something just come out of the oven.
Like a fucking pot roast.
So don't feel too sorry for my sister.
Because she never gave a shit about anyone but herself.
Bartender. Open the safe. Now.
Everybody needs to shut up and stay calm. On the floor. On the floor!
- Hands on your head. Do it. Oh, my God.
Everybody stays calm, this'll be over in a minute.
Hey, do you know whose bar this is, shithead?
Or you can get wise, it's up to you.
What did you say?
You're a talker, huh?
Just keep revving, motherfucker.
Don't antagonize him. He's got a gun.
- Oh, just keep yapping away. - I didn't say nothing.
You should learn to keep your mouth shut.
Shut the fuck up, for Christ's sake.
- Just keep talking, pal. - I didn't say nothing.
Close your eyes.
- Fuck! - Remy Bressant.
Amanda McCready was taken by Remy Bressant.
Oh, fuck, God. Amanda McCready was taken by Remy Bressant!
- Wait. Wait. Jesus. Remy Bressant.
God damn it. Remy Bressant!
Amanda McCready was taken
- by Remy Bressant. - Jesus. I told him.
I told him we took her for ransom. I told him. I told him, Remy.
Please, I told him we took her for ransom. I did it.
Remy, please.
Please.
Are you all right?
Stay with him.
Drop your gun.
Put it down!
That bartender wasn't fucking around.
What did you do?
Did you get her killed?
Say yes.
Say yes!
What're you gonna do? Shoot me? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She was a child.
I love children.
Why would I expose a conspiracy that I was a part of?
I mean, did Lionel contradict anything I've said?
Did any of the witnesses at the bar contradict anything I've said?
A police officer was killed today. That's not looked on lightly.
Is corruption looked on lightly?
Is a little girl getting killed looked on lightly?
Whoa, hold on.
You charge people money as a detective.
Now, you're at the quarry the other night, right?
And you have no idea that this is a setup?
You're baffled. Right?
No, because, strange as it might seem,
I believe the police when they tell me something.
You're a fresh prick. You know that?
And because I had a ransom note and Amanda McCready's blanket
put in my mailbox.
And because I read a transcript of a call that Cheese put into the station.
A 911 call?
No, it was a call Cheese made to the station.
To Remy Bressant at the station.
Or that Chris Mullen made, pretending to be Cheese.
Or whatever the fuck it was, but it was recorded,
and there was a call.
We don't record calls coming into the station,
and we don't do transcripts, smart guy.
So, did you hear a tape?
- No, I didn't hear a tape. - Okay.
Did you see a transcript?
No, I must've remembered it wrong.
Kids forgive.
What do they get for it?
Amanda literally roasted.
You think I don't miss her.
She was more my kid than Helene's.
I love children.
This is the kind of thing that if you do, Patrick, you wanna be sure.
Are you sure?
No.
Are you coming?
No.
Doyle brought Remy from Louisiana back in '72.
Care to read the highlighted portion?
Taking a trip?
Patrick Kenzie.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Remy Bressant died last night.
I was told. It's a shame.
Yeah, it's hard to understand. Because he seemed like a good man.
He was a good man.
We don't know why people do what they do.
Everybody looks out his own window.
And everyone's got their reasons.
- Hey. - Hi.
- How are you? - Good.
Nick! They're firing at me.
Nick, you hear me? You okay? They're firing at me!
Remy!
- I heard something go in the water! - Ambush! Ambush!
- Something went in! - Run. Remy. Run!
Panicking.
Amanda got scared. She started running.
She just fell. I mean, she just fell in.
Twenty-nine-year-old Chris Mullen
was gunned down last night
in an apparent robbery.
You go back inside with Frannie. Papa will come in soon.
Make you a sandwich, okay?
- All right. - That's my girl.
Don't go down there.
If I think he has the evidence, I'll take the hit.
I got no problem doing the time.
Fuck up, and it's Amanda and her life.
All right. I got things to protect, too.
You leave that house, you're an enemy to me
and you're a danger to Amanda.
Please, I told him we took her for ransom. I did it.
I told him. Remy, please.
So now you know.
My sister's not stable. She's on crack.
She's talking about leaving the state. I'm scared for my niece.
- Who's gonna take care of her? - We'll do something.
We'll figure it out. She's an addict.
Bigot. Drug mule.
The child will be dead or on the street in 10 years.
What about the uncle? He can never tell anyone.
Not even his wife. Or he'll never see her again.
It's worth it to him. Know she'll have a better life.
Do one last good thing before we hang it up.
How many children have we seen destroyed?
Enough.
Does it make you feel better?
Telling yourself you did it for the right reasons?
That you took her to be saved.
From her own mother?
We're just trying to give a little girl a life.
Wasn't your life to give. Helene's her mother.
If you thought she was a bad mother, you should've gone to Social Services.
Short of that, she's her mother, and that's where she belongs.
You turn around.
You go back to your fucking car, and you wait 30 years.
You don't know what the world is made of yet.
I'm calling state police in five minutes. They'll be here in ten.
Thought you would've done that by now.
You know why you haven't?
Because you think this might be an irreparable mistake.
Because deep inside you, you know it doesn't matter what the rules say.
When the lights go out and you ask yourself,
"Is she better off here or better off there," you know the answer.
And you always will.
You... You could do a right thing here.
A good thing.
Men live their whole lives without getting this chance.
You walk away from it,
you may not regret it when you get home.
You may not regret it for a year,
but when you get to where I am, I promise you, you will.
I'll be dead, you'll be old. But she...
She'll be dragging around a couple of tattered, damaged children of her own,
and you'll be the one who has to tell them you're sorry.
You know what? Maybe that'll happen.
And if it does, I'll tell them I'm sorry, and I'll live with it.
But what's never gonna happen and what I'm not gonna do
is have to apologize to a grown woman
who comes to me and says,
"I was kidnapped when I was a little girl,
"and my aunt hired you to find me.
"And you did, you found me with some strange family.
"But you broke your promise and you left me there.
"Why? Why didn't you bring me home?
"Because all the snacks and the outfits and the family trips don't matter.
"They stole me.
"It wasn't my family and you knew about it
"and you knew better and you did nothing."
And maybe that grown woman will forgive me,
but I'll never forgive myself.
I did what I did for the sake of the child.
All right. For me, too.
But now, I'm asking you for the sake of the child.
I'm begging you.
You think about it.
She's happy.
What?
She's happy here. I saw her.
Angie, don't do this.
If you call the police, they will send her back.
I'm not sending her anywhere. Helene is her mother.
She's better off here.
Why? Because he's got money, and he makes her sandwiches?
Because he loves her.
- Helene loves her, too. - Helene doesn't treat her that way.
Well, maybe she'll change.
She won't change. People don't change.
Helene is arsenic.
Angie, I know that this is hard.
Look at me, I know it's hard.
But I need you to stand by me. I need you to say,
"We're gonna make the right decision,
"and we're gonna make everything okay."
Everything will be okay.
Because we're gonna leave her here,
and every now and then we're gonna talk about her.
And where she is, and about what grade she's in.
And that'll be okay, because we're gonna know what school she's in,
and we're gonna know she's happy, and she's got birthday parties,
and she smiles every day, and she has sleepovers.
Baby, I'm sorry.
But you can't ask me to do something that I can't do.
And you can't ask me to live with it.
Patrick, for me. Please?
I will hate you for doing this, and I don't want to.
Once an icon of justice and a model for crusaders,
Jack Doyle is behind bars tonight. Evelyn?
Social Services, as demanded by law,
will take time to examine little Amanda before returning her to home,
and the arms of a mother who never gave up hope
that she would see her daughter again.
- Helene, how do you feel... - Helene, what does it feel like
- to have your daughter with you now? How do you feel?
Helene, how you feeling right now? How you feeling...
Back up. Back up. Back up. Back up.
Amanda, how do you feel to see your mom?
Hey, Amanda.
Helene, how you feeling?
- Tell us how it feels. - Tell us what you're thinking right now.
You must be so excited. Give us your feelings.
Oh, my sweetheart. Oh, my.
Helene, the whole world wants to know what you're feeling right now.
How are you, sweetheart?
Oh, my heart is brimming.
And just God bless to everyone and thank you to all...
To all the policemen and the firemen,
I feel like 9l11 right now.
Oh, I swear to God, I mean, just...
Do you have any comments for parents out there
that might be in a similar situation?
Oh, just never let your kids out of your sight.
Don't trust them to no one.
And just keep them in your arms,
as much as they're in your heart, you keep them in your arms.
How about that? A great end to that story.
- Good news for everybody. Yes, it is.
- Sorry, I had to get some stuff. - It's all right.
You wanna talk for a minute?
There's nothing to say.
Sorry for being rude, I gotta be out of here in, like, two minutes.
Do your thing.
- Think he'll like me? - Who?
My date.
Oh, how could he not?
You're sweet.
He seen me on my American Victim.
He wrote me letters, I was like, "Whatever."
But then he seen my Meredith Vieira, he drove down here from Providence.
I'm like, "That's romantic." Right?
How's your girlfriend?
She's all right, she's at the North Shore with her sister.
Oh, hope she got better family than I do, right?
Those dirty motherfuckers.
She don't get smart, I'll take you out.
- How's Bea? - Fuck Bea.
I banned her from the apartment.
She sold her unit, moved out fancy-pants Melrose.
Don't think she don't hate you for Lionel going to jail, neither.
Well, that's probably why she never paid my bill.
You should fucking sue.
How about you, Helene?
You hate me?
Fuck no.
Brother or not, he took my kid. Fuck Lionel. She could have been hurt.
- What about Amanda? - What about Amanda?
- Who's gonna watch her? - Dottie.
Yeah, does Dottie know that?
- She will in five minutes. - Great.
Fuck, I'm gonna be late, too. Unless you don't mind sitting for her.
- Yeah, sure. - For real?
- Yeah, that's fine. - She likes you.
Bye, sweetheart.
You're a godsend, Patrick.
Bye.
Is that Mirabelle?
Annabelle.