Yeah.
Yeah. Reilly, it's you.
What's me?
Hold on, whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, hey... come on.
I'm not staying with the fucking...
Stay with the box!
I haven't even had my lunch.
Alright.
Come on, you idiot.
Going!
What?
What? I'm a little up to here from him.
All first names. P.O. Boxes from all over.
Meredith from Deluth. Sally from Wheaton.
But this is shit. We can't take this to the D.A.
Well just keep looking. Don't come in here with bad news.
Well do you know how many spic-ass Fernandez motherfuckers
there are on the Con Edison rolls?
No, how many?
Thousands.
You wanna know how many Raymond Martinez Fernandezes there are?
Put us out of our misery.
Just one. In Valley Stream. Out by the airport.
No kidding.
- All right. - Let's go.
He even paid his bill. What a fuckin' idiot.
- Gonna knock, right? - Right.
We're in!
Bathroom's clean.
Nobody in the kitchen.
They've gone. They skinned out.
We just missed 'em.
How do you know that?
Look, there's food on the table.
The lights are on. The heat's on.
Check the milk outside. Pay attention.
They could still be upstate, for all we know.
Or in Lauderdale by now.
Maybe... they're on the fuckin' moon.
Hey, check the god damn basement.
Go.
Come on.
Come here.
We have to check the basement.
Thought... we were gonna knock.
You did.
What's your problem?
You. You're my problem.
I'm your problem?
Yeah. It's like you don't wanna catch bad guys anymore.
Yeah, I do. But I'm a homicide cop.
This is bunko all the way.
That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about your coasting.
You're talking about poker, you're talking about pension.
Like you don't give a shit.
Oh I give a shit.
Grand larceny, polygamy, incest, maybe.
They're all Ionely hearts. Who gives a shit?
She's probably sucking on a coconut in Florida right now.
This homicide thing is all in your head.
It- it's a zero. It's all fiction.
- Really? - Yeah.
Then why is MacSwain all over it?
And if I'm so screwed up, why did they put you on it, huh?
Well I think that question answers itself.
You better get down here.
Spatter on the walls, blood, bone, brains, but no bullet.
Soap underneath the baseboard.
They thinned it out when they cleaned up.
But no body.
Sure there is.
Somewhere. It's a total bleed-out.
Who's this?
It's the landlord.
When's the last time you saw 'em?
Speak English.
I already told him. Now who's going to pay for my floor?
Three days ago.
Son of a bitch, he had lease... with me.
I make out, though. Fifty... dollar deposit.
Good. You can pay for it yourself.
Albany make... the car?
Yeah. Forty-seven Plymouth. Stolen.
Probably switches plates every time he winds his watch.
What about my door, huh?
Think we're goin'.
Get outta the way.
Hey buddy.
Now everything matches... you stupid piece of shit.
You got any more questions?
We just missed 'em.
They were only five miles away buying a Desoto flop top in Seaford.
- May 8, 1949 -
But they might as well have been on the moon.
- Grand Rapids, Michigan - We were so close, but we lost 'em.
And it all went cold.
Hello.
I'm Ray.
I... know.
Uh, this is my daughter, Rainelle.
Hello Rainelle.
This is a picture I made. This is...
Mommy, this is me, and this is... you.
How about that.
You're so talented.
Oh.
Thank you.
Can I show you my... room?
Of course you can.
Is it this way, right? Okay.
Do you have any pets, huh?
Um...
Little frog or something, perhaps?
You must be Martha.
Nice to meet you, Delphine.
It... means so much to me that you give up your nursing job,
you come all the way here with Ray.
Please.
Let me look at you.
So pretty.
It's okay, boy. It's okay. You're fine. Okay...
Oh, you got one.
Yeah.
You caught all those?
Yup.
Dog doesn't like 'em. Do you, now?
Come here, Skip.
It's okay.
Watch out.
Sorry about your dad.
Thank you.
Did you uh, wanna... try?
- Sure. - It's- it's easy.
Alright.
Take the rope... it's kind of... Pick that up and...
It's getting worn.
Good afternoon.
What the hell you doing?
Boiling crabs. What's it look like?
No, what the hell's she doing here?
I invited the squad. She's part of the... squad.
She's talking to my son, for Christ's sake.
So what?
Well, he don't understand.
Maybe you should explain it to him.
Then maybe you should explain it to me.
Look, who I'm banging... he doesn't need to know about.
- Nice. Thank you very much. - Rene, look, he's fifteen.
How am I supposed to say
I'm- I'm with a woman that's not his mother, huh?
You don't need to say it. He already knows you're banging me.
Ida knows you're banging me. Everybody knows.
Well you know, they do now.
So what's your problem?
I don't got a problem.
Sure you do.
You wanna know what I think?
I think your son hasn't cried yet 'cause he's waiting for you to.
You know everything, don't ya?
Oh come on. It doesn't have to be that hard, okay?
All right.
It's me.
Why don't you come over.
No. Now.
I know this son of a bitch.
And he ain't happy.
This is why I'm here on a Sunday?
Yeah, shit bags don't keep... store hours, Charlie.
Yeah, and the dead'II... still be dead in the morning.
He's fleecing women, having the good life.
Cars, money. He loved his life.
Then suddenly he's banging the sister on his girlfriend's kitchen table?
Blood in the... bathtub, blood in the floorboards.
Who knows where else?
It's a mess.
Maybe she ain't his sister.
Maybe she's one of his marks or, maybe she's got her claws into him.
Yeah, that's... what I was thinking.
Can't keep a guy like that down, not for long.
He's restless. He wants... his life back.
He's gonna try to dump her, and when he does,
Hell's coming home for Christmas.
- You're such a sweet little girl. - Thank you.
- This is the life. Huh, kid? - Yeah.
Who ever thought he'd take a shine to babies.
It's really wonderful. They've really taken to each other.
You know? She never met her real father.
No?
I resigned myself that it's just going to be me and her.
I am so grateful to you and Ray.
Thank you.
I know little girl who needs nap.
I know a little boy who needs a nap.
Right now, young lady.
Mommy.
Alright now, be a good girl.
Oo, my god. You weigh a million pounds.
Oh Ray, will you go to market like you... said?
The list is on the counter.
Okay Mommy.
Well-well-well.
Yeah.
Isn't this rich?
Don't get to liking it too much, Raymond.
You never know when things will change.
Yeah? Well maybe I'm ready for a change.
You Bette Crocker and the brat?
I can see it all.
You out there building a picket fence,
waving to the folks in the neighborhood,
sticking the fucking...
star on top of the Christmas tree. Hm?
That'll be something, all right.
Maybe it would.
You'd be out of your mind inside a week begging me to come back.
But, the real problem here, Raymond...
the real reason this could never work is the simple fact that you are no good.
You are no damn good.
Don't forget to go to market.
I'm sorry, but I forgot to put the cereal in the bag.
I sure don't want your little one going hungry.
I sure appreciate that.
I like your car.
What is the matter with you?
I'm sick like dog.
Is it the food?
Oh, no.
It's me.
Ten minutes after I get pregnant, my body lets me know.
The only thing that makes me feel better is the cool of the tile.
Oh, thank god for it.
I was down for... two months with Rainelle.
Don't be angry with us, Martha.
I wanted... to tell you but Raymond, he wanted it to be surprise.
Raymond?
He wants us to go out and celebrate,
but... between you and me, I'm not up to it.
I can see that.
If it's a girl... we're gonna name her Martha.
I made him promise.
Can I tell you something, Martha?
Tell me.
I know Raymond isn't exactly who he say he is, you know.
He like to tell the stories.
Doesn't matter to me, because I have my little girl to raise
and now I have the new baby.
I don't want to do it alone.
Rainelle, she's crazy about him,
and... his heart is in the right place.
You know?
I don't... know when it happened but, I'm in love with him.
It's gonna be all right.
I'll get you something for your stomach.
Oh.
Remember, I'm a nurse.
Okay.
Here.
This will make you feel better.
Put your feet up. Put your feet up.
I'll get you a pillow.
Thank you, Martha.
Mommy!
Delphine?
Mommy. I want my mommy!
Martha?
Is that for me, baby?
Delphine?
You knocked her up.
Ray.
What did you do to her?
The baby.
What's wrong with her!
Mommy!
If you don't love me then I don't wanna live.
Do it. Prove that you don't love me, hm?
Oh, come on, baby. You want out.
I'll help you. We'll do it together.
Alright? Just... squeeze it.
Stop it.
I don't wanna stay. Not without you.
I can't. I can't.
Who knows you, Raymond?
Who takes care of you?
Martha.
Who... wants you like you are?
Who's never... ever gonna leave... you?
Who do you love, Raymond? Tell me. Who- who is... it?
Martha!
Then show me.
Show...
Martha that you love her. Prove it.
Prove it... baby.
Oh no, not- not like that.
If you- if you don't want to hug me... don't even try it.
I don't want you to prove it like that.
Shoot her.
Do you love... me? Do you love me?
Say you love me!
Yes!
Then... do it.
Do it... because you love me.
Mommy!
Speed limit's thirty miles an hour back here.
What's your hurry?
I don't know.
Driver's license, please. What's the lime for?
Horse died.
Hm.
Dispatch Code Three.
Get back in your vehicle, sir.
I said get... back in your truck.
You have any idea how many interstate APB's go out in a week?
I'm leaving.
All right. Well, see you later.
No.
I'm going to Rochester to live with my sister.
Found a job and everything, so.
What the hell you gonna do that for?
I got nothing keeping me here.
Buster.
They're in Michigan. They killed a cop.
Did they... get 'em?
Not yet. I got us a flight out of Idyllwild.
We gotta go... right now. Come on.
I don't want you to go.
So stop me.
I'll be back in a couple days. Don't go.
Take care of Eddie.
Look at that, a brand new tricycle. How 'bout that, huh?
Did you wanna look at it? It's in that box.
It's beautiful. Just like you wanted.
Fellas. Hunt, Kent County...
Robinson, Nassau County.
Tooley, detective squad.
Charlie.
You got uh, information on a case we're investigating.
Well it's actually our case we're investigating.
This is... my sandbox, Detective.
Well it's kind of like a fly shitting on pepper,
if you catch my drift.
Maybe you wouldn't mind explaining something to me.
- What's that? - Why didn't you just phone it in?
When was the last time you lost an officer in the line?
This is the first.
So you don't practice capital punishment
here in the uh, Wolverine State, do ya?
Look, you help us catch 'em... we'll invite you up to
New York for an honest trial
and a first class Westinghouse fish fry.
You got no body.
No body, no murder. No murder, no extradition.
You don't know where they are.
So, we make a deal or we let them slip
into a more sympathetic commonwealth.
Well how do we know you've even got something?
What's that... supposed to be?
A P.O. Box, Grand Rapids.
We... got a deal?
Do we have a... deal?
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on.
Hey. Hey.
Stop pouting, you spoiled brat. Stop pouting.
How you doing, ol' timer?
That your dog?
Yes sir.
God... damn, he's an ugly son of a bitch.
How much you want for him?
He ain't for sale.
Everything's for sale.
A thousand dollars.
What?
Take it or leave it.
A thousand... dollars.
I'll take it.
Here's one from our boy.
My dearest Delphine, I can't wait to see you.
There's no date.
There's only one reason she wouldn't check her mail.
He's already here.
Two-oh-four Adeline Place. Byron Center.
Honey, would you like some milk?
Hm?
Maybe later, huh? Hm?
What's the matter? You don't like your dog?
He's not my dog.
Listen.
You know you're all alone now.
And I know how that feels.
It burns on your skin.
Hm?
Makes you feel a really bad pain right on your stomach.
You can't breathe well.
You feel like you're in a dark room
and that the walls are coming down on you,
and that no one can come and save you.
I know how you feel, honey. Do you feel... lonely?
Hm? Do you feel Ionely?
You don't have to feel Ionely.
I'm gonna take such good care of you, baby.
I'm gonna be such a good mommy.
I'm gonna love you so much.
But you must love me back. Understand?
You must love me back.
I hate you!
No you don't.
I hate you!
No.
Ray!
Don't fire! I got him!
Get him! Get him! Son of a bitch!
No!
So where's Mrs. Downing?
I don't know.
Where is the little girl?
I don't know.
Only four... in the clip.
Whose gun is this?
You... got five seconds to tell me where that fucking little girl is.
Sweetheart.
Oh god. Oh god.
Once we found Delphine Downing... toes-up in the shed,
it was no trouble to find Janette Long.
She'd been there all along, rotting... away under the coal chute.
But the Kent County prosecutor wasn't giving up the biggest...
pinch since Bugs Moran without a confession.
So we sweated 'em.
The truth is, though, animals like that,
they can't wait to tell you their story, while it was ripe.
Want a donut?
You know what they say about cops and donuts?
No, what?
Neither one is any good without a hole in them.
They say that about women, too.
It's good to see you have a sense of humor considering
what you got ahead of you.
Room and board for the next fifty, sixty years?
Be worse if you had it your way.
That's true.
I know who you are.
You do?
That's good.
Tell you what.
Let's don't... bullshit each other, huh?
Fine.
I'm not gonna ask you much.
I'm not gonna ask you about the pretty girl in the bathtub.
I'm not gonna ask you about the uh,
three dozen women that you fleeced across the country.
I'm not even gonna ask you to tell me where Janette Long's body is.
But I am gonna ask you what...
happened, because there's a young lady and three kids that need to know,
'cause they wanna understand so they can move on with their lives.
You'd just love it to be that simple, wouldn't you?
Put it in a little box, explain what you can't.
Like you did with that little girl, huh?
What? That's what you're all about too, isn't it?
Making things, people, just go away?
You can't just throw things away. What you did to people.
It's always there, out there, waiting for you in the dark.
Sure enough.
The thing is, though, you'd just as soon see me burn...
so you can go home...
to your little house, your little wife,
your little life, and pound your chest like a monkey.
Huh?
I take some amusement in denying you and your donuts that pleasure.
Ms. Beck.
- You can call me Martha, honey. - Martha.
My life is a never-ending sewer of maggots like you.
You're gonna grow old and die in a concrete box
with bars at one end and a shitter at the other.
In a couple of years I won't even remember your name.
Just gonna be a case file stamped, Closed.
But you got an opportunity... to help somebody.
It's not much, really... considering what you did.
It would be the one... decent thing that you do
in what's left of your sad and pathetic life.
We did it with a hammer. Ray, he strangled her.
He didn't do any more than I did.
I'm not trying to pass that off on him.
We both did it.
It's just that one bitch wouldn't die.
That's all.
We hauled 'em back to New York.
The trial lasted forty-four days.
They were charged with three murders and tied to twenty more.
But it only took Janette Long to get 'em the juice.
Looks nice.
You know, I built it for her. Well, for both of you.
She would've liked that.
I wished I had told her.
You told me.
You know, I don't know why she left us, Eddie.
I mean I, I could understand why she'd leave me but, you, no.
It wasn't your fault.
It wasn't your fault, either.
You know where I'm going?
Yeah.
You know how to rig... the trailer hitch?
Yeah.
Why don't ya pick me up afterwards.
Careful with the fender.
Okay. Okay.
You wanna know why?
You wanna know why we did it?
Okay Martha, why? Why'd you do it?
Because Raymond is mine. He belongs to me.
God, he's a lover.
So... romantic.
I'm the only one for him.
Nothing comes between us.
No one.
Raymond Martinez Fernandez,
you've been duly convicted and sentenced to death to...
be carried out forthwith.
Do you have anything... to say?
Oh god.
Oh my god.
He kills... for me. That's how much he loves me.
What else would anybody kill... or die for?
Has anybody...
ever loved you that much, Detective?
To kill or die for you?
I can smell him. So sweet.
Martha Jule Beck,
you've been duly convicted and sentenced...
to death to be carried out forthwith.
Do you have anything to say?
So long.
You don't look so good.
I'm all right.
You sure?
An eye for an eye... right?
Yeah.
They don't have enough eyes and teeth
between 'em to pay for what they did, though.
Some- some god damn fish fry, huh?
Like MacSwain said, this is a good one.
I don't know, Charlie. It don't feel that good to me.
Yeah, well I know why they're in there.
I know why. We just did our job.
We did.
For a long time I didn't understand what he did that day.
I figured he tossed a gold shield career into the shitter.
But it started to hit me what the job had become for Buster.
And for me, too.
Buster left his... regrets and what didn't work
no more in the Sing Sing Death House.
He pushed up river for better days. And he never looked back.
- For My Father Edward E. Robinson -