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I had two when I came in.

But only dryers ate socks.

And I thought you and your socks were sleeping over.

Sorry, baby, we can't.

Six months of this and still no gazing at each other over breakfast.

Oh.

You did promise me.

Kim.

I thought you liked things the way they were.

I need your help. What, haven't I done enough? No, I mean with a K.

Oh.

I'm serious.

Oh, my.

Yeah, since when?

No, no, no, it's okay, it's okay.

Martin's just going through his mail. He loves it.

You've been drunk. He just likes looking at his name.

Will you?

Help me.

No wheels.

What happened?

Martin? Why aren't you in San Diego?

How many times do I have to show you?

The door is a little warped.

Push it, deadbolt, or it won't lock.

Are you listening?

Woohoo!

Such an early start.

Not like you, Jack.

Trying to get a head start for once.

Out so late, up so early.

When do you have time to sleep, Jack?

Ah, sleep.

The chance to dream?

Well, Hamlet, I bid you a final farewell and good morrow with your new home in

Oregon.

Would you like one of these for your lady friend?

No, thank you, Mr. Ferriolo.

Women like roses.

Love. The greatest thing two people can share.

No, no, Mr. Ferriolo.

Uh -uh.

Rent.

The greatest gift two friends can share.

Not to worry. I took it out of your security check.

One day, Jack, you will not want to die alone.

Leaving town?

No, Vinnie, I'm baking a cake.

That's funny.

Running away, Jack?

Quitting? Again?

You know, seeing you always reminds me why I left the force, Lupino. No, not

left, Jack. Quit.

Quit, quit, quit. That's what you did. You quit.

Nothing but a big quitter.

Good. Right in the heart.

Yeah, like you had one.

All right, let's go.

I'm in kind of a hurry right now, Vin.

I said, let's go. Write me a postcard.

Ben wants you.

Take your hands off, Benny.

I'm only going to say this once.

Okay.

Come on, babe. Shake a leg.

What? I definitely saw Captain Hook.

Captain Kid.

Or Captain Crunch.

Sitting where?

About there?

Not sitting. Driving.

He was driving this big yellow ship.

Yellow ship.

I saw this pirate right over there.

And what he feared.

I was so frightened I had to take a little brandy just to calm my nerves.

Just one.

Maybe two.

Anyone see Martin?

He spent the night in San Diego.

Johnny's way back now.

Got witnesses?

Up the ass.

Oh, yeah?

Bankers, lawyers, all sorts of respectable captains of industry

stirring speech he gave last night about fucking crime prevention.

Good old Marty. Always eager to press the flats, huh?

You think somebody did Kimberly to get at him?

Could be.

DAs piss off a lot of the wrong people.

Why not just do him?

Boy, that looks to me like, uh...

Somebody was pissed off at her.

It does, huh? Yeah, it does.

Hey, Jack.

Hey, Shelly. How are you?

All right. The body's clean. House too.

No sign of forced entry on either one.

So, sport.

Kimberly Lewis ever do anything to piss you off?

You still doing PI work for her, Jacko?

Yeah, here and there.

More like here.

You did it right here, didn't you, stud?

I gotta listen to this.

Guys.

Did you see Kimberly last night?

No. I say you did.

Got a light, Ramsey?

Uh, no.

Yeah, yeah!

I told you, Ben. I told you, I knew it. I knew it!

Ben?

What?

I've seen this lighter with yours a hundred times, a thousand times.

Different woman, always same lighter.

It's like signing your name to the murder.

All right, Ramsey.

I'll give you a round.

I want you in town.

I'm already moved out of my fucking house. My truck is packed already. One

two tops. We'll get this fucking mess sorted out.

Don't be such a stranger, Jack.

Want one?

Oh, I'm sorry, man. Kate made you quit. I forgot. I'm sorry.

No, that's okay. Give me one. Are you sure?

Yeah.

Seems like old times, huh?

Yeah.

And you cruising the streets?

Yeah.

Cruising the bad old city.

Oh, man.

You never change, do you, Ben?

You're still listening to the same shitty oldie stations.

A little change will do you good, Ben.

Ah fuck change.

Change only puts off the inevitable.

Won't be long.

I eat, sleep, go to work every fucking day.

Fine.

Fine.

Maybe you could take a little break for a while.

You know, from going to Catherine's grave so much.

Quit coming?

No, just not come so often.

I don't neglect people I care about.

I'm sorry, man. I know we haven't been able to hang out as much as we used to.

You know, I've got this caseload now that's been so heavy.

No explanation necessary.

Really, it's cool, Jack.

I see Catherine out of respect, love.

I have a grip on things.

Oh, I know you do. I just know that Catherine more than anyone else would

you to move on.

Pain's funny that way.

Never really leaves you.

Could it be a story?

What? A guy from one of Kimberly's stories with an old score to settle.

Old score to settle? I kind of doubt it.

Kim was a gossip columnist, not a secret agent.

Yeah, you're right. I'm reaching.

Any suspect knows who I'm calling. Okay.

Jacko, don't slip and out of town on me, okay?

Right.

Want to make this unofficial? I still can't. I got nothing to hide.

Don't you, Jack?

No. You fucking positive?

Yeah.

Kimberly Lewis, personal day runner.

Martin, San Diego, J .R. You told me you were at home, J .R.? Easy, brother,

easy. You lied to me, you fuck.

Put you in the house.

Maybe I stood her out.

But I was there early.

Is this now the truth? The truth is I didn't kill Kim. That's the truth.

Why should I believe a fucking word?

First it's no, Ben, I wasn't there. Then it's yes, Ben, I was there but early.

Tomorrow it'll be yes, Ben, I did it, but I had a good reason. I had no reason

to kill Kim.

This day runner is good circumstantial evidence. You know that. You were there,

this proves it.

The why Vinnie will find later. Count on it.

Fuck, Jack.

You've had the suspect list of this.

No more lies, Jack.

Are you sure?

Are you?

All right, man.

No more lies.

Good.

Jack round, see?

Yeah.

Do you have a minute to talk to me?

Um... The lever is... I think it's right...

Right... To your right.

I'm Kimberly Lewis's sister.

I didn't know Kim had a sister.

Well, we weren't very close. We're very different people, I guess.

Where do I go?

My daughter.

This isn't going at all how I expected it to go.

It's okay.

I already love your choice in crayons.

Is there... Can I help you somehow?

Yes, I... I want to hire you.

I'm sorry. I'm leaving town in a couple of days, and I... You mean about Kim?

Yeah. I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but I can't. I know who killed her.

What?

Martin. Martin killed my sister.

You have proof?

I know it. I need you to prove it.

I must sound crazy.

I must.

You have the most perfect nose I have ever seen.

I know my sister trusted you.

Ben McCarthy's in charge of the investigation. He's a fine detective.

The best.

Yes, and Martin has probably already bought off the entire police department

now.

I need your help.

Convict Martin or to find Kim's killer?

They're one and the same.

I'll think about it.

I can pay whatever your rate is. I didn't say I'd do it.

Wasn't closed all the way.

Yeah, I always forget to shut it. It's a little

warped.

I

think

it'd have a stain.

A mark, some trace.

I can't believe that it's...

Made so clean new like nothing happened at all

Something did happen here, Martin.

I forgot.

Kimberly hid the good stuff.

To finding Kimberly's killer.

Now, I assume you summoned me here for more than drinks, right?

Cut to the chase, huh, Jack?

No time for small talk.

Never liked small talk.

Came with a note.

From? Manny Ortega.

A drug dealer. I put him away for aid. He got out in two.

First degree manslaughter, right?

State settled for two.

That was a good bust, man. It was fucking solid.

That's right.

You were the arresting officer, right, Jack?

Well, you should know that.

Yeah, I know he stood up and he swore he'd kill you and it took half the

courtroom to get his hands off your throat.

His exact words were, I will kill you. I will kill your family, your children.

I will have my revenge.

I will taste your blood.

That's catchy.

I didn't find it so fucking funny when I found this dangling over my front door.

You trying to tell me Ortega killed Kim?

Who the fuck else?

He's crazy enough, he's a fucking psycho.

What has he got to lose?

For Christ's sakes, Jack, he was in my fucking house!

What do you want from me?

Go tell Ben McCarthy what you know.

The police think that I did it.

I thought you had an ironclad alibi. I do.

So? So I would like to prevent Manny Ortega from strangling the life out of

I would also like to have a clean name, no loose ends, no doubts dangling in the

minds of the voters.

I think Kim needs her killer caught a lot more than you need your name

Your next case, Jack.

You're making me sick.

I would have thought you'd like to have your name cleared as well.

I'm not the only one the police suspect.

Thanks for the drink.

Got your piece?

Thought you said we were just talking to him. Yeah, well, sometimes talking

don't do the job.

I don't have to tell you that.

There he is!

There he is. Yeah, I'll get it.

Catch you now, greaseball.

This way, this way, this way.

Shit! We lost him!

Look at Manny!

You piece of shit. Get over here.

Get up.

Oh, what? What is it?

Huh?

Oh, what's this?

You carrying a piece of parole?

Goodbye, freedom, you fuck. Come on. Get up. Come on.

Get over here.

Get in. Get in there.

This is your life, Manny. Come on. Come on.

Where were you last night, Manny?

I was at home. Anyone with you?

My mother.

Wrong answer.

I was at home all night. I am not listening to

fucking lies, Manny.

You killed her, didn't you?

Killed nobody.

You hung that noose, right? So we know it was you. No, no, I wasn't at home.

You slowly squeezed the life out of her, huh?

No, killed nobody.

Made her struggle, hear her scream, make you feel like a big man. Fuck this

shit. Let's just pop a cap in his ass, save the states their money.

Hey! Okay, I was there.

You killed Kimberly Lewis. You killed her. Say it.

Stan!

La Muerta.

La Muerta.

La Muerta? La Muerta?

Dead? Yeah, dead is you.

No, no, no, Ben. The feminine, La Muerta, is talking about Kim. She was

dead when you got there, right?

No, no, no, you saw something. Someone.

Who?

What the fuck does that mean? It means I saw nothing. Who'd you see, Manny?

Nada.

Nobody. Nothing.

It is getting us fucking nowhere.

Who knew he'd be so fucking delicate?

Isn't this the shit that killed Elvis? Yeah.

Any shots in here?

You got the pictures.

Give me those.

Which one do you want?

Well, the crime scene. What do you think?

Fine, here.

All right.

Look at this.

You see this?

Yeah. Okay. You see how these little marks go up like this? So?

So Ortega couldn't have done it. Oh, the... Fuck, you say. He had motive and

opportunities as good as gas. Right.

Everything but size.

Look at this.

What the hell are you talking... What are you

talking about?

See that? You have my undivided attention.

See? Well, if you're gonna do it, do it right.

Come on, is that the best you can do? Christ, Jackal, you're strangling it

a faggot.

How's that?

Okay, okay.

Okay? Okay, okay.

Okay. See that? Yeah, you made your point.

Yeah. Kim was 5 '9". He would have had to have been at least two inches taller

to do that. Yeah, I guess so. So that clears our take.

But it puts him in the house possible eyewitness.

All right. Okay. Manny!

Good news.

You don't have to die after all.

Fuck.

Right. Heavy. What is it? Rot?

It's off the basics, man.

Martin had motive he had opportunity and a bridge to pull it off leave you

holding the bag So Martin's got full access Kim's money

why'd he kill it?

Why did you have to guys his career his upcoming collection?

Why'd he do that?

Well Could be you got tired of going over this fucking had this and every

he needed a couple hundred cheese Yeah

What, no chairs?

Well, sit right there. What's the matter with you?

Could be he caught her banging some guy.

Could be she caught him banging some guy.

Nah, he's too busy loving himself.

Yeah, you're right. He's such a cold fuck.

Books.

Christ, Jack, I never figured you for so many books.

You really read all these?

Mm -hmm. Yeah, most of them.

Catherine loved to read.

Bindings aren't even broken.

Most.

I'd say you read a few.

Very few.

I'm careful with them.

It's like you treat your books like you treat your women.

Oh, yeah.

Read the first chapter, then toss them away.

Fuck you, man.

Where are all these fucking women? Can you see them? I can't see them. All I

see is your ugly face.

And you're lucky to be looking at that.

Yeah. It's him.

I've been doing some checking. Legwork of my own. Busy brains are happy brains,

Vin. Yeah, make jokes now, Ramsey. Turns out that old lady isn't as off as we

thought. A one -eyed hippie cabbie turns up John Doe in the morgue last night.

More black patch over his eye. Like a pirate.

Like Captain Kidd.

The dispatcher tells me he works the night of the murder. So I come down here

and check his logbook.

What do you think I find?

Anyone?

This poor deadhead's last fare is at 12 .05 a .m., 354 South June Street,

drop -off 8106 North Willoughby, ten minutes later.

Ring any bells, Ramsey?

One's mine and one's Kim's.

So what?

I see that, Vinnie.

Jack, how could... You fucking told me you were there, but early.

I can't explain this, Ben. I can't.

You lied.

Why would I take a cab from my place to Kim's? I'm a cop.

Ex -cop. I'm not that stupid.

You said no more lies.

Someone's setting me up.

Two murders, Ramsey. First, Kim. I figure you pop her in a lover's quarrel.

a chance.

The forensic guy said she had sex just before she died. But not with me, Ben.

I want to make sure and get this just right.

What? You have the right to remain silent.

Vinny, Vinny, Vinny, this isn't going to hold water, man. You know that. What's

the matter with you? Ben, I'm being set up.

You have the right.

Someone is setting me up. Get to an attorney.

Don't you think this means something?

Got Ben all twisted around, that's all.

But I'm going to make this right.

You can bet on that, my friend.

Have you considered taking my case?

I am considering all kinds of shit right now.

What about Martin?

Do you believe me?

I believe someone is trying to frame me right now. That's what I believe.

Martin's capable.

So are you going to take my case?

I should take my own fucking case. That's what I should do.

Martin gets half of Kimmy's estate.

Yeah. Who gets the other hand?

Her closest living relative.

You? Mm -hmm.

Also a good motive.

Seems ironic that closest would mean me.

You know, I still can't get used to the idea of you as the black sheep.

I know I'm right about Martin.

Maybe so.

I'll keep you posted.

There's some fucking nerve showing up here. I need your help. Get out of my

Someone's going to an awful lot of trouble to make it look like I did this.

All right, I didn't tell you. You're full of shit. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry?

And that's supposed to make everything fucking right between us? All right, I'm

not a perfect fucking person, Ben. You're a better man than I am, okay?

Stop saying that.

Trust is a two -way street, Jacko.

Boy, you know, I'm really sorry. You have to go, don't you?

Yeah, that's what I thought. I just have a couple more questions.

This will just take a minute.

You moved to L .A.

You said your father's funeral.

Initially, yes.

Initially, yes. You two weren't tight.

That's right.

Hadn't seen him in a couple of years.

Right. Just like your sister.

The old man sort of disowned you.

Yes, he did.

That must have pissed you off pretty good, huh?

Huh? I didn't expect anything from my father. I was on my own, I was working,

and I didn't need him.

Cookies? Cracker?

Candy?

What?

Sure you don't want?

No.

Oh, that's right. That's right, Chuck.

Said you didn't want anything.

So your sister dies and leaves you half of everything, which is nothing

personal. It's just that you're the last one living.

Nothing personal at all.

Am I a suspect?

Well, that would seem to follow, wouldn't it?

Am I under arrest?

No, no, no, no.

That would be too easy.

Jack Ramsey strangled the life out of your sister.

I'm going to prove that.

You're going to help me.

You have no choice.

Marky Mark is making his move, Mom.

Are you ready? Uh -huh. I'm all set.

He's getting closer.

False alarm.

Madonna's playing hard to get again.

Mom, some guy is looking at us.

What?

Let me see.

Coming over.

Where?

Definitely heading straight for us.

Allison, let me see, please.

He's kind of cute.

Now.

Jack?

Jack? Do you know my mom?

Allison, this is Jack. Jack, this is my daughter, Allison.

How do you do?

Fine. What are you guys doing?

We're working on her science project for school.

Oh, rocket scientist, huh?

These are hers.

Mom records what I see.

Teamwork.

It's really cool, Jack.

Want to look?

Yeah, thanks.

I'll give it a whirl. Sure.

Um, do you mind?

Thank you so much.

Now, what exactly am I looking for here? Anything that looks like reproduction.

You know, sex.

Allison.

I think I can handle it.

Try Chuck and Guy.

They're always at it. Allison.

It's only nature, Mom.

Oh, God, I hope not.

Anything yet?

No, they're still pretty darn reserved.

Well, keep watching.

Things can change awful fast.

I hope so.

Allison, why don't you watch for a little while? I need to talk to Jack,

Okay.

Jack? Huh?

Oh, thank you very much for the education.

Anytime. I'll be right back, okay?

Did you know that ducks mate for life? No, they don't. Ducks are not committed

at all. No? They want to mate for life. Oh.

Well, do you think, uh... I mean, would you say that, uh...

Allison's father was more of a swan guy. Allison's father left us before she was

born.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

It's okay.

She seems so... Happy?

Well -adjusted?

That's not how I met her.

Allison is my whole life, and I do a very good job with her. I'm not arguing

with that.

Have you considered taking my case?

Yeah, I'm going to take it.

I'm going to take it for both of us.

No charge.

Okay?

Okay.

This is the duck.

Duck?

The duck in orange sauce.

I asked you to come to dinner. I didn't, you know, say bring dinner. It's just

Chinese. Duck like in the park?

You don't have to eat it. You can have chicken. You can have vegetables. You

duck? Look, this is duck in orange sauce. This is not Echo Park duck. It's

Daffy Duck or Donald Duck or any of those guys, okay?

What did the duck ever do to you?

No, she only argues with people I see spend the night.

I think you've had a really good time. You think so? Mm -hmm.

I did.

Yeah.

I'm a little rusty

at this kind of thing.

I mean, adult conversation.

I've never been very...

Go ahead.

I think you're doing just fine.

So how long did you know my sister for?

Um, six months, maybe. I don't know. She had a lot of case work for me for a

while.

You know, maybe Martin snuck back from San Diego and... I checked.

Well, okay, maybe he hired someone to come and do it for him. Maybe you could

take your mind off Martin for just one night.

I can't.

Okay.

So, why did you become a cop?

That was one hell of a segue.

If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to talk about it.

No, it's okay.

I became a cop like most cops do.

The desire to wear the white hat, fight the bad guys, and win.

Did you?

Yeah.

Sometimes.

Did you quit because you stopped winning?

No.

You stopped wearing the white hat.

You can quit looking at me like that, okay?

Like I fucking owe you something.

Yeah, I gotta go.

Jack, I... I gotta go.

You forgot your jacket.

I don't know why Catherine's cat loves you so much.

She's never very fond of me.

What's dancing here, man?

It's your free breakfast, Jacko.

Great.

Hey, I don't think your fish are dead.

Better flush them before they decompose.

Feed them to the fucking cat.

How is everyone's good with pests?

Since when are fish a pest?

Because they belong to me.

And everybody's got to keep their things alive.

We're not even going to lose the car, man. It's starting to look like a

out there.

That belonged to Captain. I don't drive it anymore.

See Captain down here?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Right here.

the way you like them.

No, Ben.

Just the way you like them.

My house, my rules.

Fuck a bunch of rules, man.

Just give me open highway and blue skies.

Know what I'm saying?

Don't belittle rules, Jacko.

Choosing sides, drawing lines.

Know which ones you can trust, which ones you can't.

Whatever you say.

Yeah, it's me.

Hold on.

Vinnie!

Yeah, what's up?

What?

When?

Yeah, where was this?

You're positive?

Sure. Where was it?

Sure.

Yeah, great. Thanks, Vinnie.

Good news.

What's that?

Ortega's no longer a threat to Martin or you.

What's that mean?

Gangbangers put a bullet in his skull last night.

Wait, what happens if he saw something the other night?

Your problem is solved.

My problem? Yeah.

Ortega can't do or say anything.

Ben,

you know these rules, these lines that you cross or you don't cross?

And what are you asking me?

Nothing. Come on, you start it and finish it.

Come on out with it, you fuck.

You were there for Christ's sakes. The cabbie's log, Kim's day runner. You got

quicksand up around your neck. And you're having second thoughts about some

-life drug dealer?

Would you cross that line for me?

Would you for me?

I don't know.

Well, then, you have your answer.

Listen to this.

Go ahead, Kay.

This is the slug we dug out of Ortega's brain.

So? It's a .38.

It's not gangbanger -type ammo.

Cut to the chase.

Well, from the rifling, it shows that this bullet came from a short barrel

revolver, much like a detective special.

Like Ramsey's gun.

You fucking sure about the type of gun?

95%. You hear that?

95%. Come on.

You're reaching, Vinnie.

L .A.'s the Wild West.

Even little old ladies carry .38s.

Reaching? Ben, come on. What are you talking about?

You're blind.

You're blind to any of this evidence that points towards Ramsey.

I gotta take this.

Yeah, I'm a graphic artist.

It lets me work at home.

Is there more?

Uh -huh. There's one more. I think it's in the trunk.

This stuff is good.

Oh.

It's nothing special.

You're, um...

You're going to need the key.

Yep.

Thanks. Are you okay? What's wrong?

Thanks again.

No problem.

Did you come here for something?

Yeah, I came for something.

It's okay.

It'll keep.

No, no, I... I want to hear.

about the other night.

You remember? I had to leave suddenly.

Yeah.

Explaining things.

Excuses. And leaving.

This kind of stuff that's very easy for me, but being honest is something that's

kind of new.

Yeah.

Ben is the reason I left, of course.

You mean the...

Detective in charge of Kim's murder?

Seven years.

But lucky number seven. We were partners, Ben and I. We were like

then he found someone, finally, that he loved and trusted, Catherine.

And I was totally behind it. I was completely, you know... And then...

She died.

Something happened to Beth.

Yeah.

Changed.

And I banned.

I couldn't, I just couldn't face him every day anymore. I couldn't, I

be near his constant fucking pain all the time.

So I quit.

That's what I do.

Jane, ask anyone.

Quit on people.

What's up with you? You sound like a complete nut on my machine.

What's the matter with you?

Talk to me, will you?

Talk?

Why?

When a picture's worth a thousand words.

What were you thinking?

Call it poor judgment.

I call it fucking Kimberly Lewis every which way. I didn't know how to tell

I put my ass on the line for you, and this is my fucking thank you? I didn't

think it was important.

Love not important?

Jack, it's everything. It's the only thing.

Ben, this was not love.

I was in denial after Catherine was killed.

You think by pushing it away it makes it easier, but it doesn't.

When did you get this?

It's all right.

Let it out. It's okay to show the pain. Did these come today?

Sometime this afternoon.

Jammed in my door.

These were taken over a month ago.

I vote Martin. Don't rule out the sister.

Jane? It makes sense.

Kim inherits everything, has everything, husband, house, the works.

Suddenly, out of the blue, pops a long -lost sister running home to patch

up. Not a chance.

Well, what about Martin and Jane together? No, man, she hates his guts.

Hey, watch yourself, pal.

Whoever took those is serious.

It's a little late, isn't it, Jack?

Never too late. Or too low for you, is it, Martin?

I guess I knew, but...

But seeing it... You're not going to get away with

framing me.

I'm as guilty as Kimberly.

So, you admit it?

Yes, I'm guilty.

Of a marriage made up of collecting things.

Antiques, paintings, people.

I have been trying to piece together my life with Kimberly ever since she died.

I think children would have made the difference.

Kids? Oh, I wanted them desperately, but Kimberly wouldn't have any part of it.

Any part of me, I suppose.

What the fuck are you talking about?

You reach a certain age, Jack, to create nothingness, your own mortality.

I probably would have shaped it in my own image.

Oh, cut your fucking song and dance.

The cab, the pictures, maybe Ortega. What's next, Marty? What the fuck is

Next to my agenda is making you leave.

You're not going to get away with framing me.

You got a one -track mind, you know that, Jack?

I think these photos prove that.

Now get out.

Get the fuck out of my house!

Jack.

You alone?

Yes, I am alone.

Allison here? No, she's not.

What happened?

Martin pressed himself up against you, huh?

Like this? Is that what he did? You're hurting me. Did he fuck you, Jane?

You're hurting me. Are you fucking me the way you've been fucking me? You're

hurting me.

Allison, you're hurting me. Martin just talked to you, huh?

Talked and talked and talked until you finally gave in and he forced himself on

you, huh? I will scream, I swear it. How long did it take you to plan it? What?

How long did you sit at your fucking little drafting table and draw up plans

about how you're going to fuck Jack?

About how you're going to put fucking Trump Jack in prison?

What are you talking about?

I saw you in the fucking park.

I saw you there with Martin.

He wants Allison.

Martin wants Allison.

He's her father.

I was 17 years old and I got pregnant.

that my father would disown me if I tried to have a baby alone.

And I couldn't give my life to Martin knowing what he was and what he is.

He wants my baby, Jack.

He's going to take my baby away from me.

I haven't done this in a long time.

You close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Ben with you?

No.

He hasn't been on a stakeout since all this shit with you hit the fan.

But I'm with you, Ramsey. I'm with you every step of the way.

Ben know you're here?

I think I'm doing you a favor running all this interference.

He's only putting off things.

Vinnie, you don't know a thing about him.

What did I say?

I don't know a thing about him?

I know you ditched him when he needed a partner.

I know you made it so nobody would team with him.

I know Ben gave you his best and all you did was turn your back on him and walk

away. I know that. Did he tell you that?

No, he didn't tell me that. He didn't have to.

You're not the only one with the good instincts.

I hold him together.

I love being a cop.

I love being a good cop like Ben.

But does he turn to me or...

Rely on me or praise me? No, not when you're around, because he's too busy

picking up the pieces of your miserable life.

He's my partner, Nat Jack.

He's my partner.

He's not yours anymore.

You've heard him enough.

Come on, let's catch some Z's, okay?

It's a spark, man. It won't fade.

Okay. I'll love you forever.

You know you were all wrong about Jane.

Marty's our boy.

He sent Jane the same pictures he sent you.

So, when you sober up tomorrow, you can nail him, okay?

Catherine every day.

I was powerful.

Ben, are you taking anything?

You know, pills or something?

No.

I don't have to run from love like you.

Ben, are you okay?

Today's the day.

Stay, O sweet, and do not writhe.

The light that shines comes from thine eyes.

This day breaks not.

It is my heart.

Because of you and I must part.

Today's the day Catherine died.

You know, that night...

Kill yourself.

What difference does it make now?

Well, if you weren't drunk, you could take a swing at me.

Fucking lay me out. Do something.

I'm your only friend.

trying to get things straightened out.

Take the front.

I'm going to go around.

Yeah, all right. Go get an APB on Jack Ramsey. Arms are dangerous.

You son of a bitch.

Let's see Ben help you out of this one.

McCarthy, it's Jack.

Jesus, buddy, Vinnie's got the whole force out.

Why'd you do it?

I was dead when I got there, Ben.

That leaves a woman, Jack. I warned you.

If that's true, she only did it to protect her daughter.

Yeah, right.

And three million cash.

Listen, wait at my place. You'll be safe there.

I'll pick up Jane, bring her in for questioning. If she's clean, she's safer

with me than on the street.

Okay.

Your place.

Jack, okay.

Oh, sure.

He just got himself into a little jam.

He wants you to meet him back at the police station.

Did he get arrested?

Oh, no, nothing like that.

Mark?

He just thought it would be best if I brought you in.

It's okay.

It's okay, Alice. It's okay.

Alice, how'd you like to ride in a real police car?

Do I get to run a siren?

When we're chasing the bad guys.

No, that one's for the radio.

Are you sure that Jack is all right?

He will be.

Why don't we hear any police calls?

What do you mean, he will be?

Jack needs fixing.

Like a bike?

Yes.

He's broken in here.

When someone's gone, he doesn't feel the pain.

No pain.

No redemption.

Redemption? I thought he loved Kimberly.

But he didn't suffer the way I thought he would.

This time I think he's found the one.

Once.

This time I think he'll really feel the pain.

Jane, it's Jack.

Listen, okay, don't... I'm not in. So leave your name and number, and I'll get

back to you as soon as I can.

All right.

Come on, Jane. Out of the car.

Come on.

Yeah.

Mom?

Hey, sweetheart, come here. Come here.

No, no, wait, wait, wait. No, no, no. No, not yet. Not yet.

Let her go. Let her go.

Let her go.

Let her go.

Stay there.

Mom.

Mommy. It's okay, baby.

You're going to be okay.

Ow.

Mommy. Okay.

Okay. No, no. No, no. In there.

No, wait.

No, no. Look.

This is the place where it happened. Where Catherine... Died? Killed, not

died. Taken violently away from me forever.

Like both of you will.

Oh, Ben, please.

Not my child, Ben, please. My best friend fucked my fiancée. No love, just

She must have felt used and unwanted when she got in the car and drove so

miles only to find herself confused.

Alone in the tracks.

The train dragged her to that spot.

By the time I got here, well, Catherine had already should have seen her. Let

her go.

There you are, buddy.

What took you so long?

It's about Catherine, isn't it?

Always has been.

That's right.

It is about Catherine.

It always was.

Let's go back to the start, shall we?

Remember this?

It's yours.

Catherine just assumed it was mine when she found it beside our bed.

So in a real way, it's evidence of a different murder.

You killed Catherine.

Let her go, Ben.

Revenge is not the answer here.

This isn't about revenge.

That's not it.

I did it for you. It's about you.

For me?

To teach you about love.

You killed Kim for my sake?

For love, first you must taste the pain.

Without it, you don't know what love means. I may have been wrong about Kim,

I'm not wrong about Jane.

This loss, you'll feel.

Ben, you killed Kate.

She was gentle.

She needed gentle.

You drove her away. She was running from you when she came here.

Catherine!

I'm the one you want. I'm the one that had Kate. I fucked her.

You bastard!

Yeah, I'm a bastard, but so are you.

She wanted out from under. She couldn't breathe. She was scared.

I worshipped her. Took care of her.

You violated her. She never belonged to you.

She never loved you. Come on, man. You gotta see things for what they were.

You must understand how much I love her.