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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]