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¶ Red sails in the
sunset Way out on the sea ¶

¶ Oh, carry my loved one
Home safely to me ¶

¶ He sailed at the dawning
All day I've been blue ¶

¶ Red sails in the sunset
I'm trusting in you ¶

¶ Swift wings you must borrow
Make straight for the shore ¶

¶ We marry tomorrow
And he goes sailing no more ¶¶

¶ So long solo ¶

¶ I don't even have a friend ¶

¶ Oh, so long solo ¶

¶ I don't even
have me no friend ¶

You guys want to buy this guitar?

$50. Fender hollow body.

Come on.
You'll be like Chuck Berry.

¶ I've done so much crying ¶

¶ Will I'll never
laugh again ¶

How you doing? You want
to buy a guitar?

¶ People, evil people ¶

¶ Hurt me so bad ¶

¶ My mind's been broken ¶

¶ My heart feels so sad ¶

Order up!

Hey, Arnie.

Hey, Joey, how you doing?

Good.

Hey, look, you want
to buy a guitar?

I got one.

All right then, do me a favor.

Will you loan me $20?

I don't think so.

All right, I got an idea, man.

Why don't you keep the guitar
until I pay you back?

That way you're safe.

I'm not a pawnshop, sorry.

Arnie, please, man.
I need to get straight here.

What you need
you don't pay for.

You got to pray for it.

Arnie, I don't need
a fucking sermon right now,

okay?

I need to get well.
All right?

Man, you know how it is,
right?

Please?

You're in for a real
fucking treat now.

You know, you're lucky

you caught me
when you did, man,

because this is
my last bag.

All right, Snake.
Let me see the shit.

This is all you got?

It's enough, man.
It's 90% pure.

Where you going to find 90% pure
on the fucking boardwalk?

This guy's
got a shitload of it.

Picasso.

You want me to hook you
up with him,

you just say the word.

Oh, yeah, baby,
here we go.

Yeah.

Hey, where's this Picasso at?

There he is.

My man, Picasso.

What did I tell you,
man?

You stay here, all right?

Picasso, my man.

How you doing, man?

Let me get two, okay?

Now, listen, now, let me
pay you tomorrow, okay?

No, man! No fucking way!

Come on. Come on.

You know I'm good for it!

I'm going to fucking cut you!

Fuck!

Shit!

We've got to get rid of him,
man.

Let's dump him
in the river.

His body will wash
out to the ocean.

Come on, man,
help me out here.

Fuck!

Joey?

Joey, is that you?

Joey?

How did you get in?
Did you bust that door?

No, I didn't
bust the door.

What are you
doing?

I told you I won't have
drugs in this house.

Get that stuff
out of here.

Joey, what happened?

I just got in a fight,
that's all.

With who?

I don't know.
It doesn't matter.

Fucker pulled a knife on me,

so I got out of there.

Jeez, Joey,
when are you going to learn?

I have learned,
all right?

I am tired of it,
okay?

I am fucking
tired of it.

I know I've got to
stop this shit.

I know. You've heard it
all before, right?

More than once.

Ma, I'm trying to talk to you,
and that's what I get?

You want to talk?

Here's a quarter.

Go call your father.

Tell him how much
you've changed.

You know what?

I don't know why
I fucking bother.

Okay, all right, so tell me,

what makes this time different
from all the other times, huh?

Coming around here telling me
things will be different,

because the only difference
I ever see

is my money's gone,

or my watch and my jewelry
are missing.

Ma, this is different.

If I don't stop this shit,
I'm going to die.

I know you heard it before,
but I am tired of it.

If I can get away,

maybe I could
just clean up.

I don't know, go some place
like Key West.

Remember when we
went to Key West?

Yeah.
That was a fun vacation.

I know.

The drug counselor says

I'm not allowed to give you
any more money.

Ma, I don't want your money.

I just want you
to believe me this time.

You don't believe me.

No, Joey, listen.

It's all right.

I got to go, all right?

No, Joey. No. Joey, no.

Mom, I got to go.

LaMarca.

Hello?

Hello?
Hello?

Who is this?
You must have something to say.

Hello?

Oh well.

I was here. You missed a chance
for a good talk.

It's the middle
of the fucking night!

You either talk to me
or get off the fucking phone.

Ouch.

Vincent, is that you?

Oh, Michelle, sorry.

I thought it was a nut calling.

Oh.

The thunder woke me up.
You watching the storm?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

You want company?

R-row.

Be right down.

I think we ought to
put a hole in your floor

and get a fire pole.

You got a thing
for firemen?

Uh-uh. Cops.

Cops?

Mm-hmm.

Good, I'm a cop.

Prove it.

I'll show you my badge.

No.

Okay, Reg, I got 0617 a.m.
and we're on the scene.

They had to beep us
out of bed at this hour?

The recently deceased
would've waited.

You got the tide.

Another hour, the tide's
going to float him to Jersey.

Jesus. He looks like
a fucking human comic book.

Where the hell's
the medical examiner?

Late for the party,
as usual.

I'm not waiting.

We'd better start
before the tide gets him.

No ligature marks.

Some bruises and contusions.

Look at this.

Bingo.

Let's see what we got.

Guy's in a hell
of a fight.

Look at
the defensive wounds.

All ones, fives.

20's the largest in here.

This is 3,000, 4,000 bucks.

He's a fucking dealer.

They went after his dope
instead of his cash.

Good morning,
gentlemen.

So this is
the guest of honor?

Where the hell
have you been?

Don't give me
any of that shit, Reg.

I had to jerk off twice
this morning

just to get my heart started.

Here we are.

Robert Monroe,
414 Seacrest Drive,

Long Beach.

Huh. Long Beach.

City by the sea.

You know this guy?

No, it's been a long time
since I've been in Long Beach,

but I wouldn't
have forgotten him.

Is this going to be
a problem for you, Vince,

us driving
out there?

No.

When I was a kid,

everything out here
was brand-new.

Everybody had just bought
their first car,

their first house...

Their first wife.

Now look at it.

looks like the Serbian
Army came through.

Must've been
a real nice place.

It was.

I'm here to see
Lieutenant Katt.

Vincent LaMarca.

Sam, how are you?

This is my partner in
Battery Division, Reg Duffy.

Sam Katt.

Sit down. Putting on
a little weight

sitting behind that desk
all day.

So, what brings you
back to Long Beach?

We got a floater,
name of Robert Monroe,

about 25,
probably a street dealer.

414 Seacrest Drive.

You got anything
on him?

No, but we can do
a run on him. Jean?

Spelled M-O-N-R-O-E?

Lieutenant Katt?

This is Dave Simon.
He sits at your old desk.

Hey, Reg Duffy.

So, I thought
you'd be retired by now.

You got the time.

I don't know what else
to do except be a cop.

It's a bullshit job.

He doesn't believe that.

It is bullshit.

Sure, there are
better-paid gigs around,

but personally, I wouldn't
give up my job.

Bullshit.

It's their favorite word
in Manhattan: bullshit.

He didn't talk like that
when he was here.

This was paradise.

I thought maybe I could
fool myself.

Why'd you leave, Lieutenant?

Okay, he's got
a lot of trespasses,

some burglaries
and assaults.

Last year, he did
six months on Rikers Island

for misdemeanor
possession.

Street dealer.
His alias is "Picasso."

Well, Sam, thanks.

It's good to see you.

It was good out here
for a while.

It was nice
to meet you.

Good to meet you.

Hey, Vince.
Come back anytime.

Dave will get you
whatever you want.

That didn't go too bad.

He seemed okay.

Katt's always been
one of the good guys.

Never fuck
with a family of cops.

They don't forget.

Hey, come over
this Sunday.

Marge thinks you don't
like her no more.

You know I love Marge.

It's the kids, then?
The little bastards.

The kids are great.

Respectful, well-behaved,
not like you.

No, I mean, you got a lot
of love in your house,

and when I go there,

I always feel uncomfortable,
you know.

But thanks for the invitation.

Suit yourself.

You'll miss it
when it's gone.

¶ By the sea, by the sea
By the beautiful sea ¶

¶ ...by the sea
by the beautiful sea ¶

¶ You and I, you and I
oh, how happy we'll be ¶

Hey, sweetheart,
give me a cup of coffee.

Coming right up.

Hey, Snake.

Spyder.

Want to lend me
some money, man?

What?
I got no money.

What gives you the idea
I got money?

Hey, did you hear?

Some wacko fuck
wasted Picasso last night.

Cut him up real bad.

They found his body in the city,
by the river.

That's bad, man.

So I hear that you and Joey
went shopping last night.

I hear that Joey Nova's
Chevy Nova

got parked
over in Crystal Park.

At least, it
sounds like Joey Nova's.

Next thing you know,
my associate, Picasso,

seems he ain't breathing
too good anymore.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

No.

See, the truth
of the matter is

I can't let this
pass, man.

I can't let some fuck
waste my man

and walk off with
my bread.

I'm a laughing stock.

Who the hell
is going to work for me,

I can't protect
my own people, right?

It's about respect.

The way you're acting,

I feel like I already
lost your respect.

So where's Joey Nova?

I don't know, man.

Where's Joey Nova?

He's in the back, man,
in the toilet.

¶ By the sea, by the sea
by the beautiful sea ¶

You're dead,
you junkie cocksucker!

You hear me?

You're dead!

How you doing, Herb?

Can't eat, can't sleep.

A good shit is
the adventure of my day.

I got a little present
for you.

When are you going to marry
that girl in 3A?

Who said I wanted
to get married?

Then I'll marry her.
You'll be my best man.

Sure, only if you have
a nudist wedding.

Good night.

Good night, you guys.

See you.

Hi, Terri.

Hey, happy anniversary,
Vince.

Oh, Shut up.

Bye.

What's she mean,
anniversary?

You've escorted me
home from work

every night
for almost a year.

I have?

Well, you missed
a couple nights

here and there.

I have a tendency

of turning things
into a habit.

Oh, I'm a habit,
huh?

Yeah, you're all over me
like a nun.

What is the first
anniversary, anyway?

Is it paper?

I don't know,
something cheesy.

Cheesecake?
Is that what it is?

Yeah, cheesecake.

Let's go have
some cheesecake.

That's a good idea.

What?

I was just thinking.

About what?

About what happens next.

Well, we spoon
until you fall asleep,

then I go upstairs,
catch a few winks,

I get up at the crack,
go to work, come home...

Have a beer,
make dinner...

...make dinner, watch TV,

then head over to the theater
and walk you home.

Good.

If I'm a good boy
we make love.

If you're a good boy?

Yeah.

And then you ask me
what happens next.

That's very good,
very smooth.

In your own words,
taking your time,

give us a clear idea

what happened between you
and this guy on that night, hmm?

So Joey Nova owes me money,

and he's going to connect me
with this guy, Picasso.

He's going to talk Picasso
into giving him some dope

so he can step on it and sell.

So we drive
through this hurricane

looking for him,

and we find him
down by this refinery.

Joey goes up to him
and says something.

Picasso pulls out a knife,

and Joey goes off on the fucker,
I mean, way off.

I'm, like,
"what the fuck is this?"

Joey Nova, is that
his real name?

That's what people call him.

He drives a Chevy Nova.

What are you doing here, Snake?

What do you mean?

You don't know
the meaning of guilt,

and you're not what I would call
a concerned citizen.

So why did you turn yourself in?
To rat out your pal?

Joey Nova is crazy.

He pulled a knife on me
last night,

said he was going to cut me up

if I didn't keep
my mouth shut.

So you're going to give us Joey.
Where do we find this Joey?

He's usually hanging around
on the boardwalk

by the old casino.

I don't know.

Suppose we pretend
we believe this fuck.

You want to get a description

of this Joey,
what he looks like?

I'll run a make on
the Nova registration.

The only reason why
I think you're here

is 'cause you're scared.

You look scared to me.

What I want to know is
who you're scared of.

You want to tell us?

Here's your change
and your order.

Bye, now.

May I take your order?

A bacon cheeseburger
and a blowjob.

How you doing, Gina?

Fuck off.

That ain't no way
to treat a customer.

What do you want?

I'm looking for Joey Nova.

Shit, like I
know where he is?

Like I care?

Tell him I want
my four grand back.

Oh, he owes you?
Good luck.

Would you just get
the hell out of here?

How's your kid doing?

You're going to get me
canned, asshole.

All right, catch you later.

We've got to get
a search warrant.

It'll take a couple of days,
and he'll vacate the premises.

Oh, bingo.

Stinks like a sewer
in here.

Look at this.

It's a shooting gallery,
for chrissakes.

This is where this guy comes
to juice himself.

Anybody home?

We got special delivery!

Ice, Blue Bellies,

Snow Caps, Quills, whatever.
Hello?

Anybody home?

Hello?

No buyers.

I guess not.

I think
they're all dead.

Let's get out of here.

This place used to be beautiful.

My old man used to take me here
all the time.

That's the first time

I ever heard you talk
about your old man.

Hey, Gina.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I just wanted to come
take a shower or something.

Did you kill
that guy?

What? What guy?

The guy you stole
the four grand from.

What did you do
with the four grand?

I didn't steal
four grand from nobody.

That's not what Spyder says.

Spyder?

Yeah, the guy worked for Spyder,

and your friend Snake
turned himself in.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck.

I didn't mean to do it.
He came after me.

I didn't take
his fucking money.

Joey, what have you done?

Are you staying clean?

Trying.

Gina...

Joey, you've got
to get out of here.

Spyder's
been hassling me

looking for you.

All right.

What are you
going to do?

I don't know.
I've got to get out of here.

Maybe get some money

and then maybe I'll go
to Key West or something.

Then I could send for you.

I don't have the
dough right now.

Joey, I'm skimming
the register at work

just to get by.

No, that's all right.

I didn't mean from you.

Yeah, sure, Joey.

Here. Here.

No, no.

Look. I got this
for you.

So maybe I'll see you
in Florida.

All right?

Bye.

Here you go, Herb.

Don't let the cops catch you
drinking on the sidewalk.

It's okay.
I got connections.

One of them
lives in the building.

A nice guy?

He's an asshole,
cheap with his liquor.

Vince, Long Beach
got a positive I.D.

on the Chevy Nova.

It's registered to Joey LaMarca.

My Joey?

Yeah.

Would you open up four, please?

Hey, Snake.

Come out here
for a second.

You know who that is?

Joey Nova.

This the guy
who killed Picasso?

Yeah, Joey Nova.

You got anything to add to
what you already told us?

No, sir.

You stuck him,
didn't you?

No, I didn't. Joey did!

Get in
the fucking cage!

Come on, Vince.

Lieutenant,
you all right?

Joey's my son.

His mother and me are divorced.

Jesus, sir,
I'm sorry.

Put a warrant out for him.

Get a search warrant
for that casino

where he's supposed to hang out
on the boardwalk.

Keep checking with Traffic
for the Chevy Nova.

I'm going to go see his mother.
I'll call you.

Cover the back,
just in case he's in there.

Okay.

Who is it?

It's Vince.

Can I come in?

Maggie,
I'm sorry it's late.

What do you want?

You know where Joey is?
He's in trouble.

I think he might've killed
somebody.

You know this,
or you just think it?

I'm pretty sure.

Listen, I know a lawyer,
he's very good.

He used to be
with the D.A.
Really?

I'm going to give him
a call.

So, let me
get this straight.

You walk out on him
14 years ago,

and now you come back
in here

giving orders like you
own the place?

Maggie, our son
is in big trouble.

We don't have a son.

I do. You don't
have anything.

Nothing here
belongs to you.

Learn a new song to sing,
please.

You walked out on Joey.

I never walked out on him.

I walked out on you.

What's the difference?

Maggie, I'm trying to help.

Oh, don't pretend like you care.

You came here
to arrest your own son.

Yeah, if he's responsible,
yes, I will.

He'll have to
face up to it.

Funny, you talking about
facing responsibilities.

Where were you,
you goddamn coward?

You always ran away.

Anything got too close,

you ran to your job
and hid.

Just tell him he's better off
turning himself in to me.

You think I trust you
to bring him in?

You wife beater!

You have to bring that up,
don't you?

You had just as much to do
with what happened as I did,

and you know it.

There was never any
violence in my family.

Nobody ever hurt anybody,
not like the LaMarcas.

Well, if he knifed a man,

you can't save him by saying
it runs in the family.

He made a choice to be there
and to kill,

just like
you made a choice

to be a goddamn bitch.

Okay, Vince,
you got it off your chest.

Nothing more to say now, right?
So go.

Just tell him

he's better off
turning himself in to me.

Hey, where you been?

I thought you got shot
or something.

I'm sorry. I should've called.

Are you all right?

Rough day.

Is something wrong?

No, just tired.

I just don't feel like...

I just don't feel like talking.

Okay. Okay.

Chief.

Close the door.

Assistant Police
Commissioner Johnson,

and Vanessa Hansen,
mayor's office.

Actually,
Deputy Assistant Mayor.

Take a seat, Vince.

We just wanted
to meet you,

see how to spin this
for the media.

Spin what?

They know about your old man,
Vince.

We need to have a story
to explain

how the son of an executed
child-murderer

was hired and promoted

to homicide detective.

One of the best.

One of the best.

Of New York's finest.

My father
didn't kill the kid.

It was a stupid accident.
Everybody knows that.

It's ancient history.

Yes, but the 11:00 news
will be all over this,

and we want to be ready.

The first thing
they'll want to know

is how you got
into the department.

Wait a minute.
I didn't kill the kid.

But you were hired
by a Police Captain McAuley,

your father-in-law,

who shepherded you
into Homicide?

What are you saying
about him?

This is the very guy
that arrested my father,

and he took a big chance
with me.

Oh, I know.
I'm not asking anything.

I'm just saying

that this is how the
media will frame it.

After they executed my old man,
I was a kid with nothing.

The only thing that saved me
was that cop.

He was the kindest guy
I ever met.

Why don't you make that
part of your story?

How's this? "Detective LaMarca
is in no way responsible.

"He's had a long
and honorable career,

living down the tragedy
of his father's violent past."

My father
wasn't violent.

What is this?

Would you excuse us?

...criminal behavior,
blah, blah, blah,

something
kind of like that?

You see what
I'm up against?

I have to take you
off the case.

I should
reassign you too, Reg.

Let him stay.
I want him on it.

It's your call.

I don't know.

I want Joey brought in safe,
and I know you'll do that.

Okay. All right.

Rossi!

You're working
with Reg on this.

You take the rest
of the week off.

I don't need a week off, sir.

This isn't a democracy,
Vince.

I'll give you
a lift home.

Put my ex-wife's place
under surveillance

around the clock.
A wire tap, too.

Reg...

he may have killed a guy.

It gets easier
the second time.

What I'm saying is
if it should come to that,

you'll always have
my respect and friendship.

I'll do everything
to bring him in safe.

You want company?

How come
you're not at work?

Took a few days off.

I'm not used to seeing
you in the daylight.

I look different?

Look, I'm sorry about yesterday.
I'm sorry I didn't call you.

Well, we're not in
high school, right?

I just had a tough day,
you know?

No, actually, I don't know.

I just don't like talking
about work, that's all.

Okay.

You got your place,
I got mine.

No complications,
and that's okay.

I'm 43 years old, I like
to keep it simple.

I don't want to
marry you, Vincent.

I just want to know you.

Sometimes
I think I know you,

and then something
like that happens

and I realize I don't
know you at all.

You going to say
anything?

What's there to say?

It's my problem, not yours.
Why make it yours?

You see? That's
exactly what I mean.

What's up, doc?

Check it out.
I got something for you.

How much you looking for?

At least a grand, man.

I need some
traveling money.

Yeah? Where you going?

Florida.

What you going to be
doing down there?

Well, my old man,

he manages
a hotel down there.

He's going to get me
a job tending bar.

One of
those beach bars,

you know, palm trees,

right on
the fucking sand.

I'll give you a grand
for your Chevy Nova.

How am I going to
get to Florida?

I can't sell my Nova.
I love that car.

This is all shit.

All right, listen.

Look, I got
a silver-plated .45.

Bring me the piece.

Then we'll talk some money.

I'll see you later.

Dude, we never close, baby.

Yeah?

Mr. LaMarca? Joey
LaMarca's father?

Who's this?

Friend of Joey's.

Who are you?

I'm Gina.

Okay, come on in, Gina.

Sit down.

You want something to drink?

No.

So, where's Joey?

I don't know.

You don't know?

When was the last time
you saw him?

I got something
that belongs to Joey.

I was thinking I'd
leave it here with you.

It's just stuff Joey saved.

Kind of like a scrapbook,
you know?

How did you know
to come here?

Joey brought me once,

one day he said
he wanted to see you.

And where was I?

I don't know.
He chickened out.

Wouldn't even
push the doorbell.

Just like Joey, he
wouldn't let me either.

How do you get
in touch with him?

I told you.
I don't know where he is.

You want to keep
asking me questions like that,

you're going to have
to read me my rights.

You live in Long Beach?

Yeah.

I borrowed a friend's car
to get down here,

so I have to get back

before she has to
go to work.

You drove all the way
into the city

just to give me this?

Joe's gone.

That stuff was real important to
him.

I didn't know
what else to do with it,

and his mother don't like me,
so...

So, what do you expect me to do?

Just, like, be his dad,

you know?

I've got to go.
I'm going to get a ticket.

Gina?

Thank you.

Sure.

I'll talk to you
later, okay?

Cheesecake?

That you?

That's me.

Mom, dad?

Yeah. Connie.
His name was Angelo.

He's handsome.

Yeah.

My old man was executed

at Sing Sing in '59

for murder.

I was eight.

What happened?

He was a moving man.

He used to move
these rich people

into mansions
out in Locust Valley.

One way or another,
he got himself into debt.

I guess
it was pretty bad,

because he came up
with this idea...

this brilliant,
idiotic, stupid idea.

Kidnap a baby
from a rich family.

Leave a ransom note.

They'll pay, no sweat.

So he kidnaps the baby,

and while he's waiting for
the ransom in his car,

the baby gets tangled up

in a blanket
in the back seat

and he suffocates.

First time they had
a murder in Long Beach,

and it was my old man.

You were
just a little kid then.

It must've been hell.

Yeah. You get through anything
when you have to,

but it was...

anyway, the only thing
that kept me sane

was the cop who arrested
my old man

kind of adopted me.

Captain McAuley.
He was a good guy.

But this...
this the ex-wife?

Yeah, that's Maggie.

Who's this?

That's my son, Joey.

You have a son?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I lied to you when I said
I didn't have any kids.

I'm sorry.

Why did you lie to me,
Vincent?

I don't know.

I hadn't seen him
in a long time,

and the divorce was a real mess,

and Maggie had been
seeing this guy,

and, well, I don't know,
I just...

I lost control of the situation.

What's that mean,
lost control?

What's that, cop talk?

We used to fight a lot

with shouting and yelling
and all that stuff,

but it never got physical,

and then
one day it did.

I lost control, so...

I, of course, regretted it,
and...

but we never got over that.

On top of everything,

I think my son
might've killed a guy

in a fight over drugs
the other night.

What?

I'm just trying to
tell you everything.

Yeah, okay, okay.

Why haven't you seen him?

Well, I tried at first,

but Maggie
made it very difficult.

I could only have
these supervised visits

with a social worker
watching me,

like I was a criminal.

It was like I was back
going to prison

to see my old man.

I couldn't take it,
you know...

So you just
stopped seeing him?

Well, not just like that.

I mean, Maggie was also
doing a number on him

so he didn't really
want to be around me,

and I just walked away, I quit.

Maybe I should've tried harder.
I don't know.

Why couldn't you
tell me this before?

Well, I...

I don't know, I...

That was me.

With you, it's different.
It's like I'm the real me.

I didn't want to ruin that.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

It's what I asked for,
isn't it?

Not so simple, huh?

No. No, it's not.

Vincent,
I'm not your ex-wife.

I'm not going
to judge you.

I never have.
I won't start now.

I've got to think
about this.

I've got to
think about this.

See you, okay?

Gina, I want you to know

I've got a lot of respect
for you.

The way you got your
shit together

for your kid.

I got no problem with you.

Just tell me where Joey is,

and I'll leave you alone.

I don't know--

Don't!
I don't want to hear it.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you
till 12:00 noon.

That'll give you
plenty of time

to feed your kid,
take a shower,

do whatever
you got to do.

But after that,
you find Joey, okay?

Yeah.

He's a good-looking kid.

LaMarca.

It's Gina. I need
money to pay the taxi.

All right,
I'll be right down.

You okay?

No. It's 52 bucks.

Just give him 60.
He's a nice guy.

Who's this?

Your grandson.

I try not to smoke around him.

Sometimes it's just,
you know...

What's his name?

Angelo.

Look, we haven't
eaten anything.

You got maybe
something we could eat?

Yeah, I'll make you
something.

Does Joey help you out?

He would if he could,
I guess.

How do you pay your rent?

I'm on Workfare,
flipping hamburgers,

until they figure out

I've been dipping
in the register,

which is going to be
any day now.

Then I'll be
totally fucked.

When did you see him
last?

Night before last.

He said he was going to
get some money and go.

Go where?

Like he knows?

Florida, Key West,
I don't know.

Whenever he gets rabbity,

he's going to fly away
to Florida.

Like it's
some magic country,

when it's the fucking
dope capital of the world.

Can I ask you a question
without you getting mad?

Depends.

When you left Joey, was it hard?

Very hard.

You miss him?

Of course.

It get easier,
you know, missing him,

after a while?

You just stop
thinking about it.

Just lock it out.

Put your head down,
just keep walking,

otherwise it'd be
too difficult.

Was it better for Joey,
you think,

you know, that you left him?

For a while,

but I know
I missed out on stuff.

Like what?

Like teaching him
about things...

like about good music,

about old movies,
not being afraid to fight,

stuff like that.

Yeah. I guess what you want
and what you can do

is totally different
things sometimes.

Gina, I want to help Joey.

You can't help him.

You never did.

That's what he says.

Hey, I'm going to go out
to buy some smokes.

Can I borrow
a couple of bucks?

Yeah, my wallet's in the hall
on that table.

You need anything?

No, thanks.

You don't mind watching
Angelo for a bit?

He'll be okay.

Hey. You be good, honey.

Mommy's going to be
right back, okay?

His Pampers and stuff
are in the duffel.

Huh?

Duffy.

Reg, it's Vince.

My son's girlfriend brought over
my grandson, Angelo.

Vince, can you hear me?

Yeah, listen. Hello?

Hello.
It's a lousy connection.

Look, she came over here
spooked about something.

She just went out
for cigarettes.

When she comes back,
I'll turn up the heat.

When she comes back...

We're heading
to Long Beach.

I got a search warrant
for the casino.

You want me
to come meet you there?

Vince? Vince?

Reg?

There's Mommy.
Atta boy.

Who's this?

This is my grandson,
Angelo.

Joey's kid.

His mother just
dropped him off.

I didn't even know
he existed. Huh?

Listen, Vincent.

I brought your keys back.

I think maybe we need
to take it easy

for a while.

Why don't you come in
for a second

and we can talk?

We've got to talk.
Come on.

We should talk,
you know?

LaMarca.

I didn't go out to buy smokes.

Gina, what's going on?

Look, I've been thinking,
you know?

Um, I've been thinking
about scoring.

Look, I'm sorry
I took your money.

Forget about
the money.

Just stay where you are.
Let me come get you.

Just, I'm going to go away
for a while, okay?

Gina, don't do this.
You're going to regret it.

Angelo needs you.
A kid needs his mother.

Don't do this.
Please.

Look, he's better off
without me.

No, that's not true.
That's not true.

Please. I'll come get you.
Where are you?

You did it.

Maybe I'm like you.
I just can't do it.

Look, you want to stay
in my apartment,

you can stay here,

or I'll get you
your own apartment,

but just come back, please.

You're going
to pay for it.

It's a big mistake
if you do this.

Please just
come back here.

Listen a minute, okay?
Would you just listen to me?

Joey might be crashed

up at the old merry-go-round
by the boardwalk, okay?

He's going to be
up in the attic.

You won't hurt him,
right?

Of course I won't hurt him,
but, Gina,

please.
You can't leave him.

I'm sorry. You know, I tried.

I'm sorry.

She's not coming back?

No.

She told me
where Joey was.

Can you...

Take care of him?
Yeah. Can't say no.

Look, Vincent,
I came here

to give your key back
and to get mine.

Okay, yes.

I'll come back
and take care of him, too,

just let me do this, okay?

We'll talk then,
all right?

We're right outside.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, thanks.
We're down here by this casino.

Send us some backup.

Come on, let's go.

You're not going
to wait for backup?

Fuck it.
Vince and I were here already.

Let's go see if anyone's there,
then get back to town.

It's late.

All right, easy, easy.

This place stinks.

Yeah, the lovely smell
of humanity.

I'm taking my gloves off.
I got them fucked up last time.

Holy shit, look at all this.

Watch your step.

There's used needles
all over the place.

Reg?

Shit!

Reg?

Reg...

Oh, fuck!

Officer down.

Officer down, Long Beach
Casino! Officer down!

Rossi, what happened?

He was up
there with a gun.

Reg is over there.

Oh, no, Jesus.

What happened?

They called for an assist,
but they didn't wait.

You don't go in
for a murder suspect

without backup!

He said you and him
were already here before alone.

Goddammit, Reg.

Chief Henderson.

Lieutenant Katt,
Long Beach Police.

Crime scene is in here.

Lieutenant LaMarca!

Chief wants to see you.

Okay. Here's the facts
as we know them so far.

45-caliber automatic

reported stolen
from a veterinarian clinic.

The suspect's name
is Joseph Howard LaMarca.

Wait a minute. Not now.

You don't have enough
to make Joey the prime suspect.

I know it's your kid--

I'm talking evidence.

Rossi didn't see the shooter.

No, I didn't.

He didn't see anybody.

You said that Joey
hung out up there.

Just a lead,
it doesn't prove anything.

This isn't a trial,
it's an investigation.

I'm not excluding him.

I'm saying you don't
have enough to go on

to make him the prime suspect.

Chief.

We got a fingerprint match
on the murder weapon.

I'm sorry, lieutenant.

It's definitely
your boy.

Yes, Brian,

I'm here at the crime scene
on this once-popular boardwalk

where Detective Reginald Duffy
has been gunned down

during a manhunt
for Joseph LaMarca,

a murder suspect police consider
armed and dangerous.

Vince. They're tearing
the house apart.

They've got
a search warrant.

They say Joey
killed some cop.

Not some cop.
My partner.

I know what they'll do
when they find him.

I know what cops do
to cop-killers.

They'll shoot him or say
he fell out a window.

They're going to find
a way to kill him.

It's too late, Maggie.

Please, Vince.
It's not his fault.

Then whose fault is it?

Did I pull the trigger?
Did you pull the trigger?

He doesn't know
what he's doing.

Don't start with
that shit again, please.

You pick and choose.
Right or wrong.

If he's a murderer,
he's a murderer,

and he's got nobody
to blame but himself.

Please help him.
You're all he's got.

Then he's got nothing.

Vince, please, help him!

Don't walk away
from him again!

...Angelo LaMarca,

executed for a horrific
kidnap murder in 1959.

This photograph shows
Angelo LaMarca being booked

for the murder
of baby Chance Frederick,

who was strangled to death

in the back
of the kidnapper's car

while LaMarca attempted
to collect the ransom money.

Marge.

Here, Bree, take these
into the living room.

Come on, now.

I'm sorry it was your boy,
Vince.

That'll be hard for you.

I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry.

It's hard to believe Reg will
never be coming home again.

Why did he do it, Vince?

Reg never would have hurt him,
not your boy.

It's just so wrong.
It's just so wrong.

I swear to God

that if there's anything
I can do, anything...

Bree's going to miss him
the most.

Detective LaMarca has had
a long and honorable career

with this department

living down the tragedy
of his father's violent past

and that of his troubled...

Hi. Where's Angelo?

He's asleep in your bed.

Detective LaMarca
is still on active duty,

although he has been moved
to a different case.

The big story.

I don't know what to say.
I'm really sorry, Vincent.

I went to see Reg's wife.

You know, all the other cops
wouldn't look at me,

just like at school.

Nobody says anything,

but you know they're thinking...
you're guilty too.

You can't blame yourself
for everything.

Is Joey my fault?

I don't know,

but you're not responsible
for everything your son does.

He's got to choose
who he wants to be.

You think we got a choice?

No, we just pretend
that we got a choice.

It's more like a sentence.

When my old man did what he did,
I felt so bad, you know?

I felt like I was the criminal.

No way was I ever going
to feel that way again.

I was going to be so good

that nobody could ever
pin anything on me.

That was my choice.

But now it doesn't matter

whether your old man
is a cop or a murderer.

Bottom line is some kid's father
is not coming home anymore.

That's the real life sentence.

Yeah.

So, what do we do, Michelle?

You want your keys back?

LaMarca.

I didn't shoot that cop.

Joey?

Yeah. Did you hear me?
I didn't shoot him.

Well, somebody did,

I just left a wife and daughter
crying their eyes out.

Somebody did.

All right, well, it wasn't me.

Listen to me.
Listen.

Let's meet where we used
to watch the planes.

Remember when you were a kid,
we used to watch the planes?

Yeah. Yeah.

Remember
where that was?

I'll be there, just me.

Why should I trust you?

Joey, you have no choice.
Just meet me there.

I'll be there by myself,
I promise.

You've got to
do it, please.

All right.

You're going
to meet him?

I hope so.

What are you
looking at?

There's a van down there.
They're tapping the phone.

But you're on their side.

I don't think they
see it that way.

Speak.

Let's not play games, Vincent.

Sorry about that, chief.

You know you're
being tapped.

Why get cute about
the meeting spot?

Because I know
what could happen to Joey

if the wrong cop
got there ahead of me.

Vincent, you've got
my personal word of honor

that nothing's going to happen
to Joey.

And your word is good with me,
lieutenant,

and if I can, I'll bring him in
to you personally.

Now, excuse me, I've got to go.

In a couple of minutes,

there are going to be
a lot of cops up here.

Pack up Angelo and bring him
down to your place.

Where are you going?

You can't say
what you don't know.

I still
watch those planes.

Yeah.

I met Angelo.

Gina brought him over.
Nice little kid.

Because of Gina, not me.

She won't let me see him.

She says I got to stay away
till I get clean,

which will be whenever.

Joey, I've got this lawyer.

He's ready to meet
with us.

Un-fucking-believable.
You want to take me in?

I want to help.

Did you hear me?
I didn't do the cop.

I come to talk to you,

you bring up
a fucking lawyer.

You think maybe
your lawyer

could get me
the electric chair?

Fuck.

Too weird, huh,

if I got the chair too,
like your old man?

Ever think about him?

Sure.

Did you love him?

He was my father.
Of course I did.

Because somebody is your father
means you've got to love him?

You think I love you?

I don't know.

Fucking right.
You don't even know me, do you?

No, I guess I don't.

You want to tell me?

You know I was
quarterback in school?

No, your mother
never said.

She never told me anything.

Yeah. I used to look
for you in the stands.

You'd never show.

I would've loved
to see you play.

You should have.
I was good.

We beat Cedarhurst
in the County Finals.

First time in 24 years.

Crowd went wild.

I didn't need drugs that night.

I was good then.
You should have seen me.

I wish I had.

All right, fuck it,
we all got reasons.

You believe me
about the cop?

Your fingerprints
are all over the gun.

Yeah, I stashed it
there,

but I wasn't there when
that cop went down.

That cop had a name.
His name was Reg.

Okay.

So who was there, then?

This fucking scumbag
dealer named Spyder.

He's after me
for his four grand.

Fucking four grand, man.

If I had that money,

I'd be on a plane
to Florida right now.

Did you see him?

No, I didn't
see him do it,

but I saw him
right after.

Right after,
in the alley there.

What about Picasso?

I don't know.

Look, I was fucked up.

He came at me
with a knife.

I guess in a sense
I killed him.

In a sense?

I mean, I don't know
what happened.

One minute
we're fighting,

and the next minute,
he's dead.

But that wasn't me.

All right? That wasn't
the real me.

I wouldn't count on a jury
believing that, Joey.

This is something
you can't run away from.

You can't run.

Do you believe me?

It doesn't matter
what I believe.

You plead self-defense,

you've got a good chance

of getting off
with maybe six years.

What if it matters to me
what you believe?

I've got to take you in.
You know that.

What are you, a cop
or my father?

I'm both.

Joey...

I'm getting out of here,
so what are you now?

Joey, come on.

I'm just fucking with you.

I knew the answer.

You know, when I was a kid,
I wanted to be a cop.

I really did.

Just like you.

Joey! Joey! Joey!

Chief.

Where's your boy,
Vince?

Picasso worked for a dealer
called Spyder.

Spyder's after Joey
to get his four grand back.

Joey told me he saw Spyder

in the alley
by the casino

right after Reg
was hit.

Why didn't you read your boy his
rights and bring him in?

He told me he didn't kill Reg.

And you
believed him?

Yeah, I did.

Of course
you want to believe him.

Chief,
I've been a cop for 25 years.

The operative word is "cop."

That doesn't mean
you're sometimes a cop

and sometimes
some junkie's father.

You're either a cop
or you're not a cop.

End of story.

This is bullshit.

Lieutenant LaMarca,
you're a sworn officer.

Your under oath
to perform your duties.

In terms of this investigation...

What investigation?
You already made your mind up.

Don't be playing
no bullshit neither.

It's a motherfucking ghost.

How come you're still breathing,
Casper?

Listen, $1,000 for my Nova.

Cops got your
motherfucking wheels, boy.

Listen, I'm sorry, man.

Will you do me a solid
here, please?

I need help.

Please.

What's the ring?

It's a football ring,
but it ain't for sale.

Come on, let me see.

Listen, this is worth
like a hundred, easy,

but I'm saving it for my son.

Mm-hmm.

All right, look, we'll treat it
like a loan

until I get you
the hundred back, all right?

Yeah, sure.

All right.

Here.

No, Carl, I can't use this.

I need cash, bro.
I can't use this.

You're the first junkie
who couldn't, then.

Come on, give me the ring back.

Hey, hey, hey,
back the fuck off!

You're lucky
I'm giving your ass anything.

All right, but Carl, please,
that fucking ring is important.

It's for my boy.

You ain't going to be
around long enough

to see your boy.

You ain't going to no
fucking Florida, neither.

You got Spyder and the cops
chasing after your ass.

You're a junkie.

Only place you're going
is to the morgue.

County, motherfucker!

Wait a minute!
What are you doing?

There's nothing in there
for you, mister.

Come here.

Come over
and see my soup.

Oh, look, here's Grandpa.

Hey.

This is Evelyn Hancock.

She's an old friend of mine.

Hi there. Wow.

You're a big boy, Angelo.

Evelyn is with Child Services.

What's going on?

She's taking Angelo
until Gina comes back.

Just a temporary thing.

She's not coming back.

I can't take care of him.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Go see this nice lady.

I just want to talk to him
for a minute.

What are you doing?

What am I supposed
to do with him?

Take care of him.
You're his grandfather.

That's a nice idea,
but come on, I can't.

Look, Vincent, Gina is gone.

You think his father
is coming back?

Look, Evelyn will take
good care of him.

That's the best thing for him.

No, you're the best thing
for him right now.

I can help you if you need me.

Michelle, you've never had kids.
You don't know what it's like.

I can't believe you can
just walk away from Angelo.

I'm not walking...

Walking away?

You told me you
walked away from Joey.

I'm not walking away!

That's what you told
me you did before.

Walk away?

Let me show you something.

Let me show you something.

You think I want him growing up
with this?

Like he's the son
of fucking Frankenstein?

Watch out, here comes
the LaMarca kid.

You never know
what he might do.

There's LaMarca, don't
mention his father!

Call it walking away
if you want,

but I'm doing
the best thing for this kid.

That is not about Angelo,
Vincent.

That's about you.

You told me.

You told me you never had
a choice, right?

Well, now you've got one
right here.

Michelle, try to understand.

Right now, it's just more
than I can handle.

I can't do it.

That's how you make a choice.

Goodbye.

I want my mom!

If there are no other
questions here,

let's try to wrap this up,
gentlemen.

We've got some pretty
substantial evidence to go on.

Fingerprints are clear
and unambiguous,

and there are no others
on the gun.

Shell casings, ballistics,
all identify the gun

as the shooter's weapon.

We know Joey LaMarca
frequented the carousel

and used drugs there.

Excuse me, sir.

Go ahead, Dave.

There's a shoeprint in the blood
at the crime scene

doesn't match
LaMarca's shoe size.

So, what do we think?

That O.J. was there?

Maybe Bruno Magli?

One last thing.
This kid has killed twice.

Don't give him a chance
to do it again.

We got that?

Hey!

You got a phone call.

Some putz is calling you
on my phone.

How come you're giving out
my phone number?

I don't even know your number,
Herb.

Well, this guy knows it.

Make sure you leave a nickel
in the ashtray.

Hello?
Dave Simon, sir.

Tell your neighbor I'm sorry,
I couldn't call you direct.

Yeah. What's going on?

I have something
you should take a look at.

Could we meet in the city?

Corner of York
and the 59th Street Bridge?

It's copies
of crime scene photos

I tried to talk about
in briefing.

What are the pictures?

Footprints in the blood,

not around the body,
but at the top of the ladder.

We can account for all of them
except one heel and partial sole

from a size 10 cowboy boot

made by a company
called Justin Boots.

Now, at your wife's place,
we found some of Joey's stuff.

Joey wears a size 121/2 shoe,

and there's no 121/2 prints
anywhere in this blood.

I appreciate this.

Well, you know, it doesn't all
have to be bullshit.

You born in Long Beach?

Uh, no, sir. Army brat.
We lived all over

Distant climes, huh?

Traveled a lot.

Now we got a baby boy,

I hardly get out
of Long Beach anymore.

Kids change everything.

Isn't that the truth?

Sir, listen, I'm real sorry
about your son.

I appreciate it.
Thank you very much.

I appreciate that.

Yeah.

Right now,
it's more than I can handle.

...pretend we get a choice.

We don't have
a son, I do.

You don't
have anything.

...it's more like a sentence.

Just because somebody's
your father,

you've got to love him?
You think I love you?

Maybe I should've
tried harder.

You told me you
never had a choice.

Are you a cop
or my father?

That's my son, Joey.

Please help him.
You're all he's got.

Please! Help him!
He's your son!

This is something
you can't run away from.

Just, like,
be his dad.

Sorry, sir, we're closed.

Anybody know where Spyder is?

We're closed,
mister.

Where's Spyder?

Peace, brother, peace.

Stick the Friar Tuck act
up your ass.

Where's Spyder?
You know who I am?

Yeah, your kid...

Tell Spyder
I know he killed my partner.

Tell him I got the proof.

He's interested in seeing me,

I'm at the Seaway Motel,

room 105.
You got that?

Yeah.

105, Seaway Motel.

Here's where we're really
expecting the storm to hit.

On our weather map,
lots of green,

and embedded within that,
yellows and reds.

These are the areas

where we're expecting
a lot of heavy rain.

Right here in New York City,

heavy rain moving in
by early tomorrow morning.

You got something for me?

Dave Simon.

Lieutenant LaMarca.

Got it.

Okay, I want backup
and emergency units

to the corner
of Ocean and Neptune.

Lieutenant Katt!

Don't fucking move!

Don't move a finger.

Give me the gun.

Give me the fucking gun!

Go ahead.

Move!

What the fuck is this?

What do you think you're doing,
telling people I shot that cop?

I know you killed my partner,
you scumbag.

No, it was your junkie kid
that popped him.

Seems I'm not the only one
that thinks so, either.

You're the one that left
a footprint in his blood.

Those Justins, size 10?

You're a long way
from Manhattan, cop.

But too close to home for you,
huh?

You broke into my property,
fucker.

I'm well within my rights
to defend it.

I couldn't take the chance
he'd hurt Gina and Angelo.

That would be just like him,
the fuck.

You broke in here pretty good.

You learn that in cop school?

So what now, Joey? Huh?

Hold back and hold your fire!
Hold your fire on my word!

Put your eyes on that corner
and on that door and windows!

You, right there,
block off that road!

I don't want to see
one goddamn TV van in here!

Right up there.

Okay, enough. Give me the gun.

It's going to be hard enough
getting you out of here alive

without them seeing that.

This is no game, son.

Please.

You saved my life,
but that doesn't matter to them.

They didn't see it.
they don't care.

I ain't going to jail.

I know. Look,
I understand.

I want to help you.
Just...

just give me the gun.

Lieutenant LaMarca,
signal to us your location.

All right, go ahead, talk.

Talk?
What are you now, fucking Oprah?

We could stop all this.

You got a son and a woman
that loves you.

Don't run away from that.

You did.

Yeah, I did.

And I'm sorry.

I've regretted it ever since.

We've all got to pay
one way or another, right?

What's going on, Joey?

It's called suicide-by-cop.

Quick and easy.

No pills, no fucking around.

I thought I'd try it.

How did we get this way?

I remember
the day you were born.

I remember the day you left,
so we're even.

I'm not going kill you, son.

Well, your friends out there
will.

You know it.

Hold back! Hold your fire!
Get the building secured!

Look, give me the gun, Joey.

Stay back.
I don't want to shoot you.

You think I deserve it
for what I did to you.

Get fucking back!

But you won't,
because it's not the real you.

You don't know the real me.

Yes, I do. You're my kid.

You're not a bad kid,
you're not an angel,

you're just a scared kid
whose old man left him.

You didn't get a choice,

and it hurt
like a motherfucker, I know,

but you're still my son,
and you always will be.

Then why did you leave me?

Because I was stupid, afraid,

and I forgot what it felt like
to be left alone.

That's why you can't do this
to Angelo.

You don't want to do to him
what I did to you

and what my old man did to me.

You can't do that.

He don't need a junkie
for a father.

You're not a junkie to him,

same as my old man
wasn't a killer to me.

You're just his dad.

When my old man left me,

I hated him all my life
for what he did to me,

I hated him, but if I'm honest,

what I really wanted was
for him to walk in the door,

because I missed him,

and I didn't want
to be left alone anymore.

We all pay a price
for what we do,

and that's right,

but when's enough?

Because I paid and you paid,
and what? Now Angelo has to pay?

You can't.

We got a second chance here,
me and you,

because I let you
grow up

thinking you didn't
matter to me,

but I swear, no matter what,
I won't run away again, Joey,

I swear.
I'll stay with you, I promise.

You just need to choose it.

You need to choose it
for yourself.

You know how many people
would love a second chance?

Help me.

Joey! Joey...

Dad! Dad, are you
all right?

I'm okay.
It's just my shoulder.

I didn't do it.

I know you didn't, Joey.

Get rid of the guns.

Empty your pockets.

Don't give them an excuse.

Dad, they're going
to kill me.

It's okay, it's okay.
I'm with you now.

Identify yourself!

It's okay.
It's okay, no guns.

Raise your hands.
Raise your hands.

See the hands?
No guns.

Get down,
drop the gun!

We're down. We're down.
The hands are here.

Move away from him!

Take it easy with him!
Take it easy!

Anything happens to him,
then you'll answer to me.

Easy with him!
Easy with him!

He's going to be
all right.

It's okay, son.

It's okay.

I want to go on the rocks.

Yeah, those are
the rocks.

That's the jetty.

Let's go on the rocks.

Yeah, those are
the rocks.

Look, see that?

You see that,
the airplane? See?

Where do you think
that's going?

You want to fly away
with your dad sometime?

Yeah? Because he wants
to go with you.

He told me so.

He told me he wants to
take you to Key West.

You want to go?
Yeah? Good.

When he comes back,
you'll go with him to Key West.

Me, you, and him.

Grandpa, Daddy, and you,

we are going
to go to Key West.

Okay? Okay, sweetheart.

You want to put the water
in the thing?

Go put the water
in the thing.

¶ Red sails in the sunset
Way out on the sea ¶

¶ Oh, carry my loved one
Home safely to me ¶