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[record plays]

[David] I live quite well, it's no secret.

Perhaps it's in discreet,

but I enjoy my life and all the wonderful things I'm able to acquire.

People assume I came into the world like this.

Just born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

I've earned everything that I have...

I chose the life I wanted...

And simple put, I would not be denied.

I am relentless, you see.

In business, as in all things.

For me, my art collection is the barometer of my success.

It is for many reasons...

Very important.

Although that's nothing compared to the joy one derives from,

helping those less fortunate than ourselves.

Here, let me uh...

Let me show you something.

I paid a tad more than fifty thousand for it...

And to be honest.

There's a little more than market value.

Now some people are scared of these things, but not me.

You see... Uano pieces are easily copied...

And that intimidates most collectors.

But I can recognize the genuine article, when I see it.

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

[music slowly fades in the background]

Finally.

-[beeping] -One, nine, five, lucky number four.

[door opens in distance]

[lighter clinkers]

Thank you, Mr. Gray.

I will be down in a minute.

[liquid trickling]

[end of record]

[David sighs]

Jesus.

Cover this, and over there.

[camera click]

[camera click]

Dave you actually look like you know what you're doing.

Hey Tom, how you doing?

-Good. -You alright?

Yeah, good.

I thought you weren't back until tomorrow though?

-Yeah, apparently it is tomorrow. -Oh.

So what are we doing here?

David Gray.

Friend of the mayor, big contributor.

Lost a lot of shit.

Perfect.

Some rich jack off, too dumb to lock his windows.

I got to tell ya...

That vacation really seemed to cheer you up.

What a waste of fucking time.

These clowns find anything?

Not yet, but here's what we got.

They broke in, while Gray was attending a charity event...

This room, was there only target.

They seemed to give the rest of the place a pass.

This is the only room they hit?

That would be an affirmative.

Looks like they've big art lovers, huh?

[knocking at door]

It's open.

Hey.

Ready to lose your shirt Vinny boy?

[chuckling] I like this shirt.

-My mother gave me this shirt. -Oh.

There's some beer in the fridge, want to grab us a couple?

So is he here?

Yeah, he's here.

Oh, you wanna bring him in?

Sure, officer?

-Send Gray in here, will you? -[officer] Yes sir.

Everyone else, out.

Thank you.

-[Tom] Still writing that novel, I see. -Mmhmm.

My life, by David Snow.

Welcome back.

Now, is your insurance going to pay for this Mr. Gray?

Of course.

It's just that there are some items that...

That are worth a great deal more o me, than money.

Well, what would you say was he overall value, of what was lost?

Off the top of my head...

I-I have no idea.

Well, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands?

-Millions. -Millions?

And uh, your security system?

What about it?

Didn't seem to be too tough for these guys to figure out.

What's your name?

Uh, detective.

Detective's good.

[David] Listen to me detective.

My security system is the best that money can buy.

Was it turned on, or...

It's always on.

Oh, well it didn't seem to present much of a problem.

What my partner means to say, Mr. Gray, is that,

given the brief window of opportunity the thieves had...

They must have had a pretty good idea what was waiting for them here...

What are you saying?

We're gonna need the names of anyone who has access to your house.

[Tom] Cleaners, gardeners.

Service personal from the security company.

This was the work of professionals, clearly.

It wasn't someone I trusted.

How can you be so sure?

Because, detective...

Trust isn't something I dispense of carelessly.

Now, good night gentlemen.

-He liked you. -Oh yeah, I...

I liked him too.

[upbeat classical music]

[music fades to background]

Hey, you get anything?

It's a burglary for Christ sakes.

Twenty five years on the job with sex traffic...

Hey what are you so stressed out about? Why don't you relax?

This is your fault isn't it? Huh?

You pissed someone off didn't you? Who'd you piss off?

I've been keeping it tight and clean, just like you taught me.

By the book, every step of the way.

Ok, I believe that.

Tight and clean.

-That's right. -[chuckles] Ok.

Ok, I got a brilliant idea for you, Mr. Tight and Clean.

-If you're up to it? -I was actually looking forward to you coming back.

[chuckles]

-I'm just busting your balls, David. -Yeah.

So what's this brilliant idea?

Why don't you take the lead on this?

I'm still on probation.

-Well the lieutenant-- Oh fuck the probation,

Lou's not going to say Jack,

cause we're not going to tell him anything until after you solve it.

[police radio]

Hey.

What?

Thanks.

I'm just cutting you some slack Davey boy, don't go hanging yourself.

Yeah. I don't need anymore vacation time...

Yeah.

[Tom] Thirsty?

One, alright?

Alright. Joey's.

[classical music]

Three tens.

[sighs]

I keep telling you bones, this is my night.

[music fades into background]

[lighter clinkers]

-Sweetener? -Fuck you, it's regular.

How come we always got to meet out here, anyway?

Helps me think.

What the fuck you got to think about?

About Gray.

He seems a bit off to me.

-Ah people like that, they aren't like you and me. -[David] No it's more than that.

I can't put my finger on it, but he's off.

He's creepy or something.

Creepy?

Yeah I don't know, there's something not right about the guy.

Got anything in particular?

Well for one thing, the way he talks, you notice that?

What the English thing?

No he talks like he's 70, but he's the same age as me.

They talk like that because they think they're better than everyone else.

[David] I don't know.

Maybe it's an insurance scam.

[Tom] No, no, no, he was really pissed, that's legit.

But we should check his financials, just to make sure.

[David] Yeah.

You know maybe...

Maybe they took something that insurance won't cover.

Could be, let's see what's on the list the company sends over.

What about something outside of the nine to five...

-Like uh, drugs maybe? -[Tom] I don't know.

Alright well.

Let's say it was just uh, rot of the mill, big time burglary?

Any perps come to mind?

Yeah, I got a notion or two.

Thanks anyway.

[opera music playing in distance]

-[knocking at door] -It's open.

-[knocking at door] -It's open.

Yeah?

[chuckles] Hey!

-Thomas Esposito. -Eli.

-Long time no see. -Oh, it's great to see ya.

Come on in.

As soon as I saw the Sunday paper...

I knew I'd be seeing your face.

So you want to confess, or uh...

-Mm. -Save me a shit load of work.

I don't think so, I didn't do it.

Come on, sit down, take a look.

[Eli] Of course, I can't answer any questions, like this...

Not here, not now.

[David] Why?

You hiding something, Mr. Perla?

Not at all, detective, what's his name?

-Snow. -[Eli] Snow.

It's just, you know...

I'm a throwback.

A stickler for the constitution.

Right.

[Eli] But I'll tell you what.

Finish your coffee.

And then we can meet for a proper discussion...

At my attorney's office.

Later this afternoon.

I'll give you a call.

Are you sure you don't want to confess, Eli?

You know, catch a deal, go easy on ya.

Not a chance.

[opera music continues]

[footsteps approaching]

No sign of anything.

Just some trampled grass.

Don't worry sir, I'll find him.

You damn well better.

Are you coming, Mr. Bloom?

Cory followed the police into an antique shop.

Run by an ex-con.

Named Eli Perla.

In his prime, he was a famous thief.

Famous?

Specialized in jewels.

That, and not getting caught.

[Tom] Eli is the kind of guy they make movies about.

Oh yeah, well going on first impressions, I'd say he's a B movie slasher at best.

You know you could take away half his life, he'd still have a movie, nobody would believe.

-[David] That guy? -He was the best.

He was the best, he was the best thief, absolutely this side of the Atlantic.

Worked with a partner, a guy named Sipeo, Sandro Sipeo.

So uh, they were mobbed up?

No, no, lone ranger types, that's what got them in the end.

[David] How's that?

Uh, too greedy, to cocky.

Oh that's a nice combination in a thief.

Are you going to let me tell the story of interrupt me every five seconds?

Sorry, proceed.

Anyway, they started going for bigger and bigger scores.

Eventually they pissed off the wrong people...

A bunch of rich guys formed a posse.

Fucking Eli.

There was never one solid shred of evidence, I mean, never.

So how'd you know it was him?

Grooves.

I'm sorry?

Two grooves about 12-inches apart on the inside of the window frame.

We figured it was made from hooks on a rope ladder.

And that's all there ever was.

-[David] Well that's not much to go on... -Dave.

There were grooves out at Gray's place.

[David] Shit.

Hey, Ahab...

Is this guy your white whale?

[chuckles] Shit.

I like Eli, I always have.

I'll catch him I'll throw his ass in jail... But...

He's a good guy, you know old school.

-Never hurt a sole. -Yeah but the man's a crook.

Whatever, he only ripped off guys that could afford it.

-[David] Like Gray. -Yeah.

So what happened with that uh, posse business?

They set up a sting, trapped him like rats.

Interesting. Go on Mr. Bloom.

Sipeo and Perla by this time had focused their energies on diamonds...

Small, portable.

Easy to smuggle.

Very liquid.

-Clever. -Yeah.

Worth mint, hundreds of thousands a piece.

And they only took stones big enough to re-cut.

That made them impossible to trace.

So this, Mark, announces that he is selling a famous rock.

He's a guy they'd stolen from once before.

The famous diamond, real prize.

Steals guard pink.

Sixty carrots.

As big as a peach pit.

Worth ten, maybe fifteen thousand dollars.

Anyway, they figured Sepia and Perla couldn't resist.

So they made sure they heard all about it.

Stories in the newspaper, all that jazz.

-[David] Then what happened? -Well they took the bait.

Walked right into a trap?

Yeah, walked right into it and walked right out again.

Well, Eli did anyway.

Still don't know how the fuck he got out of there.

Uh, he was the best.

So what happened to Sipeo?

Uh, he wasn't so lucky.

They shot him up pretty good.

Took one in the shoulder, one in the ribs.

Eli went back for him.

He went back?

Ah, that's why you like him, you think this guy's some kind of hero.

Yeah...

Anyway, they got Eli and...

Tuned him up pretty good, dumped him in front of the station.

Video tapped the whole thing, so it was pretty much open and shut.

So what about this posse? Did you bring them in?

[Tom] Na, na, connected pieces of shit, we were told to leave them alone.

Still, Eli never fessed up.

They never got their shit back.

He said he did it as a one time thing, you know.

A practical joke.

So he's got balls and a sense of humor?

Yeah that and a gambling addiction.

He's a roulette junky.

Blew everything he ever stole.

Sipeo spent all his money on weird shit, like black magic.

Black magic?

Yes.

Where's this Sipeo now?

Sipeo died in the hospital.

Blood out.

Eli's daughter was at his side.

-Perla's daughter? -Yeah, Sipeo was her God father.

Oh.

So what's he get?

Twenty years, served ten.

And that was when?

He got out in 96.

And for the last decade?

He's been running an antique shop.

He's kept clean, supposedly, ever since.

Yet he's the first person the police call on.

The police will take us to what we're looking for, Mr. Gray.

I'm sure of this.

I want to know everything they do.

We can't afford any more mistakes is that clear, Mr. Bloom?

And as for this antique dealer.

Do whatever is necessary.

And Mr. Bloom.

You needn't be gentle.

[David] Come on, let's do this, yeah

[mysterious music]

[music fades to background]

[lady] Ms. Jameson, your one thirty has arrived.

Send him in.

Detectives, some on in, have a seat.

This is, Martina Jameson.

That's right, um, my daughter, Marty.

How you doing Marty?

I'm great detective, how are you?

[Tom] Good.

-Great. -Jesus.

Who's your friend.

Uh, this is my partner, Davis Snow.

-[Marty] Detective. -Ms. Jameson.

So...

So what exactly did Eli do this time? Fix another horse race?

Oh, I think you know why we are here...

Well... I read the paper, but...

You seriously can't be considering Eli a suspect.

-Oh I wouldn't call him a suspect. -You wouldn't?

[Tom] No.

What would you call me, Tom?

[Tom] Dave, what would you call Eli?

I'd call Mr. Perla a person of interest.

There you go.

Person of interest.

[Marty] Well I appreciate that...

Eli would have been on the radar, two decades ago, but...

What exactly are you doing here today?

We found grooves on the inside of the window frame of the crime scene.

And?

Back when Eli and Sipeo were in their prime...

We always used to come up empty on the jobs we suspected they pulled.

Nothing ever concrete, ever.

Except one bit of evidence kept popping up again and again.

-The grooves. -Yeah.

Grooves, just like the one's I found at Gray's place.

[Eli] Like I told you back then, Tom...

I don't know nothing about those grooves.

See these were two man jobs...

One of the guys was an expert climber...

And the other guy, well...

Wasn't quite athletic.

This is a great story.

So we figured the climber would get up there and he'd fasten a rope ladder,

so that his partner could climb up.

Get in on the fun.

Thus, the grooves.

But it hardly constitutes evidence...

-I agree. -Then why precisely are you here wasting our time?

Well I just wondered if maybe Eli was...

-You know, looking for another kick at the can, the old master. -[chuckles] Yeah.

Well I hate to break up the party, but Eli has an alibi.

Well, that's a lucky break now isn't it?

He was playing poker.

All night?

Started around seven, went until around noon Sunday.

I cleaned up.

And these are the people that cam cooperate that?

[Marty] Absolutely.

Give me that.

[chuckles] You're kidding right?

-These guys would sell their mother for ten bucks. -[Eli] Yeah.

They'd buy them back for five.

I'm working on getting notarized statements this afternoon.

I will fax them to your office later.

So.

If there isn't anything else.

Yeah it's been a slice.

Do you have any idea of who might have done this, Eli?

Mm, maybe some young buck?

You know, trying to copy the old masters technique.

I confess Tom.

I'm just not up on the players these days.

[Marty] Alright, that's enough.

Reunion is over, I've got to get back to work.

Great seeing you Tom.

You too Eli.

Counselor.

[Marty] Eli, that means you too. Get out I got to go to work.

-[Tom] Dave. -Yeah just give me a second,

I got to get my head around something.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

I just find it a little funny that we got this uh...

Slick downtown lawyer,

Whose father just happens to be a convicted felon.

Uh, a noted ex-bugler in fact.

Of course I don't know how you people think, but if it was me and...

I read those headlines...

A part of me would be worried.

Real worried, actually.

She doesn't look very worried Dave.

No she doesn't.

Good luck with your investigation gentlemen.

On hour.

New York.

[indistinctive chatter in background]

[man] You there! Get that truck moving!

[engine starts]

[opera music playing]

[music fades]

[Tom] They done in there yet?

They say five more minutes.

Printed out some stories from the net and I'm telling you Tom, there's something not right.

Gray?

He's only been in the city for a few years, and yet he's totally plugged in.

Uh, that's the not right part?

Not, what's not right is that there are rumors that people who cross him...

End up gone. Check this out.

A former head of sales, suspected of leaking inside information about a big merger.

Right before his hearing, he vanished.

That was two years ago, nobodies heard from him since.

Uh, it's white collar shit, who cares?

Maybe he sold out, moved to Maui. I would.

No, you'd have to move to the moon to get away from Gray.

That fucking guy.

So where does he get his dough?

Well looks like he got started in rare coins, antiques,

but apparently the guys got brains and deep pockets.

He turned a small development outfit into one of the largest software companies in the world.

That's based in China, and get this.

Their stock hit an all time high, earlier this year.

Ok, so it's official, he's a rich guy.

No, but that's not all.

A buddy at the SCC tells me that Gray goes absolutely ballistic when he doesn't get his way.

He's even got a couple of consultants on the payroll.

What the fuck does that mean?

Apparently anyone who crosses Mr. David Gray gets a visit from these consultants.

Let's just say, it doesn't end well.

Hey is that it? Are you done in there?

[man] It's all yours.

[indistinctive chatter in background]

[knocking]

[door opens]

Eli.

-How you doing kiddo? -Well...

Considering I'm supposed to be preparing for a trial, and I'm here instead.

How do you think I'm doing?

-So... -So.

The cops have a lot of pressure on them...

David Gray has friends in high places.

What's the big deal?

The guy's probably insured up to fucking wa-zoo.

All I'm saying...

The guy lost a lot of rich guy crap...

What's the big deal?

The big deal is I don't think you're appreciating the whole picture here.

-Yeah? -[Marty] Yeah.

-For example? -[Marty] For example...

He likes to hurt people who displease him.

That guy?

To be precise, he kills people who cross him.

Look, I don't know nothing about this.

-You know that, right? -Well.

So you said.

It's important you believe me.

-Marty? -Listen, if that's what you're telling me, I believe you.

But if involved in any way...

It's not too late.

Eli.

Yeah.

It's not too late.

What about the cops, wouldn't they have something to say about it?

Forget about the cops, It's David Gray you should be worried about.

Fuck it.

[Marty] I don't think it's a bad idea that you leave town for a little while.

-[Eli] What do you mean? -[Marty] Just for a few days.

Come on.

For real?

This guys really got you spooked huh?

[Marty] And stop wasting all your money on those stupid horses, Eli.

[Eli] So long, kiddo.

Hello?

[Mr. Chan] Come in, Mr. Gray.

[Mr. Chan] Please.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

So?

-[Mr. Chan] You're interested in making a deal? -Yes.

Do you know who I am Mr. Gray?

Yes.

I understand you have seen men die?

That you have killed men yourself.

[Mr. Gray] I have.

I was a sniper.

[Mr. Chan] Just so?

-Mm. -And you were comfortable in that guide.

Terminating the life of another.

I did what I was told.

[Mr. Chan] A popular refrain in times of war.

Are you an evil man?

Mr. Gray?

I don't think so. No.

Maybe.

Sometimes.

You're welcome.

Alright, cross the bow with the five.

And uh, the eleven doesn't scratch him too.

Wheel him in, yeah?

Alright, thanks.

So?

Oh, I got the insurance report of what Fray says was taken.

I thought there were three paintings stolen?

Yeah?

Insurance only mentions two, that's odd don't you think?

Yeah.

Do you think this mystery paintings what's got him so uh...

Nervous?

Maybe.

Because judging by the dimensions of the other two...

I'd say the third painting went over directly over the mantel.

You figure that out all on your own Dave?

That's good.

Maybe he just bought it?

Well then it would have been insured.

What, you think it's hot?

It could be.

I mean that would explain why the fuckers so nervous, right?

[Tom] Yeah I thought you said this guy was worth millions.

Yeah, hundreds of millions, Tom.

So why would he have a hot painting?

I don't know.

Something just doesn't add up here.

You know what? We got to talk to him again.

No.

No, no, no.

You got to talk to him again.

Me?

Yeah, this is your thing, Dave.

You got to talk to Marty too.

Alright.

You gonna deal with Perla?

Yeah, yeah I'll talk to Eli.

Marty ain't going to be too happy about this Tom.

[Tom] Well, Marty may be your daughter, but she's still a woman Eli.

My strategy with women, the things that make them unhappy...

Set them you just don't tell them.

You did a good job with her Eli, she turned out to be a good kid.

Yeah.

The truth is.

She's just like her mother.

Yeah, whatever.

I mean, you had a part of it.

You got to take credit for that.

So what in the hell makes you think I'm good for this, Tom?

I know you did it, Eli.

-I know it. -Come on, buddy.

Look at me.

I'm almost an old man.

You may be old, but you're still a cocky bastard.

See I think, [clears throat]

I think that's what it is.

You're the kind of guy that hates getting old.

Feeling like you're fading away.

Your best years are past you.

I mean you're smarter than some fuck wit like David Gray.

Smarter than the cops.

See I think...

You did this, just to prove to yourself...

What is our Perla still made of?

Old or not, you're still a big dog.

You know what I think?

You think I'm nuts.

No.

No.

But I think you might just as well be talking about yourself.

Myself?

You ain't a whole lot younger than me, Tommy boy.

I beat you got to deal with a whole lot of BS in your game.

Young bucks.

Think they've got it all figured out.

See, you need me to be this super thief.

You need a guy...

Who's smarter than anyone else.

Smarter than Davis Gray.

Smarter than the cops.

But, not smarter than you.

No?

Ali and Fraser.

Took both of them to truly make a great fight.

They needed each other.

Well that's right.

[Eli] If you're the only one good enough...

To catch a guy who is too clever for anyone else...

That would make you the man.

Old... Or not.

And as you just explained to me...

A certain kind of older guys...

We...

They, need that shit.

[chuckles]

Damn Eli, you could be right.

There's only one problem, Tom.

You didn't do it?

Bingo.

[David] Well my partner and I agreed, given the uh, history...

Between you three, that it might make more sense that I handle this end.

Well that sounds logical, but I don't know how much help I can be at this point.

My client had nothing to do with it.

-Your father. -Excuse me?

Well you keep referring to him as your client, but he is your father.

Are you uh, embarrassed about that?

What I am detective, is busy.

And I don't need you to tell me what I should be embarrassed about.

Touché counselor.

So where does that leave us?

Mmm.

Leaves us...

A couple of good looking, smart guys...

With a rearview mirror full of better days.

That's a bit morbid, but...

I'll drink to that.

It's just they got this, uh...

Weird relationship, my partner and your uh...

Client.

Well I can't disagree with you there.

Do you have any idea what it is between those two?

[Marty] Hmm, testosterone?

Isn't that the root to vertically ever male interaction.

Ego, pride.

All that cumbersome baggage you men carry around.

To keep you so humble.

Humble?

Well, those with any brains at least.

So should I uh, be more humble?

I think the more a man knows the more humble he should be.

I can agree with that.

I certainly don't mean to be rude, detective...

-But-- -yeah, I just wanted to go through these alibi statements,

and then I will get out of your hair.

[David] Well counselor that should do it, I won't take up anymore of your time.

-Detective. -Thank you.

-[beeps] -Debora.

I'm going out for a run.

-[Bloom] Mr. Gray. -Yes?

The cop left, I'll grab Perla.

Well it's about time.

[Mr. Gray] Mr. Perla has proven himself to be quite slippery.

[Mr. Bloom] What about Perla's daughter?

Daughter? Yes pick her up too.

I'm sure the old man would be more inclined to talk if we soften her up a bit.

[phone ringing]

Corey, Bloom. Take her out.

[phone vibrating]

Fuck.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey.

Hey Tom.

Yeah, but a confession wouldn't be much fun for us, would it?

Yeah I just don't know why you think the guy is going to tell you your right.

Alright.

Yeah, I'll check in with you in a bit.

Yeah.

Is Corey fitting the daughter?

-He is. -Good.

Torture Perla.

If he won't talk.

Show him something of hers that he will recognize.

Perhaps some jewelry.

An earring with an ear still attached.

I'm sure that'll loosen his tongue.

Time is of the essence Mr. Bloom.

[humming]

[sighs] Oh, shit.

[David] God.

[sighs] There we go.

[screams]

[grunting]

[David] Hey! Police!

-[yelps] -[loud slap]

-[panting] -Hey are you alright?

-Whoa, whoa, take it slow. -Yeah, I'm fine.

-I'm fine. -You need an ambulance?

No. [panting]

Did you know that guy?

No, I've never seen him before in my life.

-Just one second. -Yeah.

Hey Tom, yeah.

Someone just tried to grab, Marty Jameson.

Yeah, tenth at seventeenth, he is now heading north on tenth.

Black late model, sedan.

Yeah, I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

Alright, I'll see you back at the house in a bit.

Ok.

-Are you sure you're alright? -[Marty] Yeah, yeah.

I'm going to be fine.

-Hey you got a tattoo. -Oh. [panting]

You know, youthful and discretion.

-[chuckles] -That's the worst thing you've ever done, right?

Yeah.

[David] I've been meaning to ask you...

How come you are Marty Jameson and not Perla?

Jameson was my mother's last name.

Uh, my parents are divorce to so...

My mother died.

When I was young. Cancer.

Sorry to hear that.

As far as taking my father's last name, I mean...

Come on, they wouldn't exactly ingratiate me to the legal community...

No it wouldn't.

It must have been hard.

Yeah, it wasn't easy.

Look, detective Snow.

David.

[Marty] David.

Thank you so much, I really appreciate your help.

I got to get going, so if there is anything you need from me...

-Just get in touch with my assistant, alright? -Sure.

Thanks again.

[phone ringing]

[phone continues]

Shit.

-Hey. -Hey, is she ok?

Yeah, she's ok.

-She's lucky. -Yeah. I know.

No you don't.

Somebody has been playing paddy whack with local bad guys.

-[David] What? -You know Tom Panleony.

-Yeah, Tom the bomb. -They found him washed up under the fourth street bridge.

No shit.

[Tom] And Mike Levow.

Found his arm in a dumpster.

And Marty makes three.

This is not a coincidence.

[David] So we got to keep tabs,

on convicted burglars and their relatives.

Yeah.

[David] You wanna call Marty, or shall I?

No you're the hero who saved her, you call her.

Alright, I'm gonna get coffee, you want one?

Sure, uh sweetener, please.

Yeah, hi it's detective David Snow for Marty Jameson, please.

Yes, I'll hold.

Any luck?

No. Hey, sweetener?

Here.

Thanks.

[Tom clears throat]

Do you think she's hiding something?

Who Marty?

[sighs]

[phone dials]

[phone calling]

[phone ringing]

Come on Eli, pick up.

-[beep] -[Eli voice message] It's Eli, leave a good one.

Hey, Eli it's me.

Call me the second you get this, it's urgent alright.

[phone beeps]

[David] Any word on Gray?

Uh his office called, he's still in New York.

He's back in the morning.

What's he there for?

They say it's business.

So tomorrow then.

You better get there first thing.

Alright.

Hey, what about Eli?

Uh, I'll call him on the way home.

That's it for me, I am beat.

[grunts]

I'll see you in the morning, partner.

[opera playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[heavy breathing]

You are never going to use your fucking hands again, old timer.

Fuck you.

You know...

I really don't think, this is going to make you talk.

But it sure feels good!

-[soft grunt] -[loud thud]

[Eli screaming]

[Eli whimpering in pain]

[soft grunts]

[panting]

And by the way...

If you don't talk, old man...

We're gonna have a nice long conversation...

With that pretty, young daughter of yours.

Capish?

I keep telling you.

Pizan.

I don't know shit...

About no robbery.

But I promise you this.

You touch my daughter...

I'll cut your balls off...

And shove 'em down your throat.

You're a tough old prick.

I'll give you that.

But if anybody...

Is going to be shoving anything down anybody's throat...

It ain't gonna be you.

-[loud thud] -[Eli groaning]

I don't suppose you've come here to tell me you've un-earthed my things?

No, sorry.

[Mr. Gray] Then, if...

If you don't mind...

Why are you here?

Someone has taken it upon themselves to start, uh...

Questioning local felons.

-Oh, is that right? -It is.

And though that in itself is a problem...

The fact that some of these men are going missing...

Or turning up dead.

Is something else altogether.

Well it's a very violent world detective, though I...

I'm sure I hardly have to tell you that.

Well rest assured, Mr. Gray,

that these crimes, whether perpetrated against convicted felons or uh...

Friends of the Mayor...

They're all equal in our eyes.

[David] You know all will be perused...

With equal vigilance.

[Mr. Gray] Equal vigilance?

How utterly democratic of you.

So you think the incident in the park had something to do with Eli?

[Tom] At this point we don't even know if Eli is missing.

I mean what? He's been gone a day?

[Marty] Eli's missing!

He's missing, he's gone, trust me!

And obviously Gray is behind it.

Well we have no way in knowing that.

[sighs]

Have you questioned him, yet?

My partner is there right now.

[Marty] For Eli?

For a variety of reasons.

[Mr. Gray] These men, are they suspects in this particular burglary?

Given that we're yet to find those responsible...

I think it's safe to say they are all suspects.

Well then whoever is doing this is hardly doing me any favors now, are they?

[David] Oh I suppose not. Are you feeling ok, Mr. Gray?

Yes, I'm feeling fine.

Now I don't wish to be rude.

Detective, but as you can understand I am a very busy man.

Alright.

Oh, there's just one more thing.

I noticed something on the files that the insurance company dent over...

About one of your paintings.

What about it?

Ah, well there were only two listed in the insurance claim, the uh, Turner...

And the Whistler.

-Do you know a little bit about art, do you? -A little bit.

See we were wondering why the third painting...

Wasn't insured.

Wasn't worth anything.

-I'm sorry? -It was a portrait.

Um, I suppose it was a little vain of me to display it so promenantly but uh...

It was a self-portrait.

Why do you suppose the thieves took it in the first place?

Perhaps they mistook it for something of value. Now if there is nothing else...

Oh, there's nothing else.

Uh...

Are you sure you're feeling alright?

-A-ha. -Alright.

I'll be seeing you.

[sighs]

[phone vibrating]

-Snow. -Hey.

How'd it go with Gray?

Well uh, I'll tell you when I see you.

-What now? -Hold on.

-[phone ringing] -Esposito.

-Hey Dave. -Yo.

Yeah, a couple kids found a corpse down town.

ID?

Not yet. Corner eighth and Omaha.

-See you down there? -On my way.

Did he talk?

[Mr. Bloom] Not yet.

Did he suffer?

[Mr. Bloom Very much.

Good.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

Who?

Ms. Jameson.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

But you do look familiar.

Have you ever attended one of my fundraisers?

Let's cut the small talk shall we?

Where is he?

I must confess, I don't know what you're talking about, where is who?

-My father. -Your father?

Eli Perla.

The thief?

Cut the bullshit Gray, you know what I am talking about.

And why would you think I know anything about his whereabouts?

Well some of Eli's pals are turning up dead and the cops seem to think you're behind it.

As a lawyer Ms. Jameson I'm sure you can appreciate I don't take to kindly to slander.

I know you're the guy behind it.

I was told you wanted to talk to me...

Is this what you had in mind?

Oh my.

[gun clocks]

Well you do look like a stone faced killer.

Quite creditable.

But I don't suppose you think killing me will do you any good, do you?

-Is he dead? -I'm sure I don't know.

What I do know is I am too looking for something Ms. Jameson.

Perhaps if you were to help me...

I might be inclined to help you.

How do I even know he is still alive?

How do I know you can recover my property?

He said he didn't do it.

But you think he did.

I think he might have.

[beep]

[Marty] Listen Eli, if that's what you're telling me, I believe you.

But if you're involved in anyway...

It's not too late.

Eli.

[Eli] Yeah?

[Marty] It's not too late.

[Eli] What about the cops, wouldn't they have something to say about it?

[Marty] Forget about the cops, it's David Gray you should be worried about.

You were right about one thing Ms. Jameson...

I am the man your father should be worries about.

-What do you want? -[Mr. Gray] You know precisely what I want.

But I don't know anything.

The trouble is, Ms. Jameson.

Your father won't talk.

[sighs]

He'll talk to me.

[Mr. Gray] Yes, I rather thought he would.

And you said Sandro Sipeo was in to the cult.

Right?

You know anyone familiar with that stuff?

Sure, why?

I've got something I want to look into.

[Tom] You wanna tell me what?

Not yet, but it's probably nothing...

You wanna do that now?

I'd like to, yeah.

Alright.

Weirdo guy in a wheelchair, basement full of books,

fuck knows how he got them down there.

Tell him what you want and he sends you down to the basement.

He's got stuff down there that will curl your hair.

Mm-hmm.

[Tom] Are you sure you don't want to tell me what you're looking for?

Just something I saw.

It's probably nothing.

Let me work it through, poke around a bit, I'll be back at the house in a couple hours.

Hey, are you gonna talk to Marty?

Yeah, yeah I'll call her.

So, I'll see you tonight, right?

Yeah.

Oh, Christ.

[mouth noises]

Is he still breathing?

[Mr. Bloom] Barely.

Good.

Nurse him back to health, Mr. Bloom.

We'll need our Eli a little while longer.

Ah, here we are.

Yeah, she didn't say when she'd be back?

Alright.

Alright, could you ask her to call detective Esposito, when she gets a chance?

Yes, she's got my number.

Thanks.

Latin, Latin, fucking Latin.

Uh, sir!

Do you have one of those Latin, English dictionaries?

I can't understand a fucking word.

[footsteps approaching]

[loud rattling]

[David] You've reached detective David Snow, leave a message.

Davey boy, where the fuck are you, call me would you?

I'll be down at Joey's.

[beep]

His daughter thinks there is going to be a reunion.

Once he is able to speak, we'll have him call her.

She'll get him to tell us where my things are.

Right.

What about Perla?

Get ready to kill whatever parts are left of him.

-[water splashes] -Hey tough guy.

Rise and shine.

[David] You've reached detective David Snow, leave a message.

Ok David, now I'm getting mad, where the fuck are you?

You get lucky last night, or what?

Anyway, it's quarter to nine, I'm swinging by Marty Jameson's office,

I'll see you at the house.

[beep]

-[Marty] I'm here. -Good.

In 30-minutes your phone will ring...

It will be your father.

You will determine where my things are located.

You will have one minute.

-Then you'll release him? -That depends.

Ms. Jameson.

Once I find out that my things are in good order...

We will release him.

-Where? -[chuckles] Details, details.

Let's focus on the details of my property...

Shall we?

How do I know you're playing straight?

You don't.

Make the call in half an hour.

As soon as he spills his guts call me.

[knocking at door]

[door opens]

Marty?

You alright?

-I tried to phone you last night. -What do you want, Tom?

I left you a message, they found a body.

Vin Lucas.

What about my father?

[Tom] Uh nothing yet, we're still looking...

-My partner didn't stop by here yesterday, did he? -You need to go now Tom.

Sure there is nothing I can do for you?

Find my father.

Yeah.

I'll call you if anything comes up.

[door shuts in distance]

[clock ticking]

[phone ringing]

-Yes? -[Eli] Marty?

Eli, are you alright?

What do they say, worst treatment for better people.

Listen.

You have to tell them where you put it...

Put what, kiddo?

They killed Vin.

What?

Thomas Esposito just told me.

I'm so sorry Eli.

Me too.

So tell them whatever they want to know.

Alright?

Please.

Do it for me.

[phone line goes dead]

Eli?

Hey, Thomas Esposito.

Yeah, yeah the same, how are you doing?

Listen I sent my partner to come and see you yesterday, did he come by?

[phone ringing]

-[beep] -Did you get it?

[Mr. Bloom] Yeah I got it.

Storage facility, 15, 33, industrial road.

Well get there Mr. Bloom immediately.

[door shuts in distance]

[phone ranging]

[phone continues ringing]

[man] It's done.

I'll be right down.

Dave?

Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

[Mr. Gray] Are they there?

Looks like everything is here Mr. Gray.

The paintings Mr. Bloom are the paintings there?

No Mr. Gray there are no painting!

Everything else it looks like.

But no paintings.

[sigh]

[phone vibrating]

Hey.

Yeah thanks for calling back judge.

Na, you were right, David Gray.

No, I'll come over and pick it up right now.

Yeah thanks.

[phone ringing]

You have played me for a fool, Ms. Jameson.

Something I assure you, you will regret.

You have mostly precious things...

[Mr. Gray] But not all.

That was a gesture of good faith.

I know what the paintings are worth Mr. Gray.

I'm listening.

You'll get these the minute I get my father back.

And this is how we are going to do it...

[Marty] Where is he?

Where are my paintings?

[Marty] You'll get your paintings as soon as I get my father.

Did you take me for a complete idiot?

-[beep] -It's him, talk.

Eli, are you alright?

-[Eli] Marty. -Eli!

He will be as soon as I have my paintings...

Where is he?

Safely stowed away in his office.

[phone beeps]

[Eli] Yeah.

I'm alright.

Satisfied?

For now.

I realize a man like you would think nothing about waiting to exact your revenge.

Frankly I can't do anything about that.

Your point?

I don't want my father to go to prison again.

And I'm sure you'd rather none of this come to light.

[scoffs]

[Mr. Gray] So you're suggesting we forget about this altogether?

[Marty] Of course not.

Restitution must be paid.

Mm, why how generous, of you.

Now.

Paintings.

Oh, there you are Mr. Bloom.

I trust that all our lose ends have been taken care of?

Yes, Mr. Gray.

Everything has been taken care of.

Good.

[phone ringing]

Detective.

I am um, came by to bring you Eli's statement.

And to tell you how sorry I am to hear about your partner.

Do you have any ideas?

No.

Do you think whatever happened to Eli, had anything to do with this?

Where is Eli, anyway?

After what he's been though Tom...

He had to get out of here for a few days...

Eli may be a lot of things, but...

You know he would never hurt anybody...

Isn't it obvious that Davis Gray is behind this?

It's obvious Marty, that my partner is dead.

You need to go.

Sure.

And Tom, I really am sorry.

Good luck with finding whoever did it.

[indistinctive chatter]

[Eli] Lucky number four.

Thank you Mr. Gray.

[Marty] Oh my.

Mr. Gray you don't look so hot.

I came by because I wanted to say good bye.

And also apologize.

I was a little misleading the other day, and told a little lie.

Have you ever attended one of my fundraisers?

I've actually been to one of your Soiree's...

[chatter in distance]

[beep]

[camera click]

[Marty] And after that...

Everything was pretty easy.

Except it took forever for the paint to dry in the re-production.

And then that nifty little stunt of abducting Eli...

I don't think it's a bad idea that you leave town for a while.

-What do you mean? -Just for a few days.

[Marty] So it all worked out in the end.

I have to admit...

It might be a little bit of an adjustment getting use to this new lifestyle.

Hey you got a tattoo there.

-[Marty] Detective. -[gunshot]

You see, Sipeo...

On his death bed...

He told me, that actually they tracked him down...

Now, my God father he was a lot of things, but he wasn't crazy.

So after a while.

I too, found a mutual friend.

[Marty chuckling]

he really does amazing work, doesn't he?

Although I am definitely putting the original in a vault and a copy on the mantel.

You never know who is prowling around and causing mischief.

I know it sounds crazy...

But I feel younger already.

[footsteps approaching]

Oh hello, Mr. Bloom, can you give me just a moment.

Yes ma'am.

How great is that guy?

I've always wanted one of those.

[Marty chuckles]

Ooh.

Look at the time.

I'm sorry, it's kind of tacky of me right? Going on and on, gloating...

We just have a couple moments more left in the entire world.

Good bye Mr. Gray.

It's been a pleasure.

[record player plays opera]

Uh, Mr. Gray.

Here we are.

I believe we have a matter or two to discuss.

Oh... [opera background music]

Nothing personal, Mr. Gray.

It was just business.

It's just business.

[soft music]

[music fades]