All language subtitles for The.Mysteries.of.Laura.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(LAUGHING)

(SHOT FIRED)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GASPS)

Your dad bought
you slingshots?

Throw them to the ground
and put your hands where
I can see them.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Don't move a muscle!

Or you will be grounded
until the apocalypse.

What is the popocalypse?

It's a long time
to be grounded.

BOY: I told you we should
have pretended to cry.

Those monsters
broke my window,

and you're
gonna pay for it!

Ned, I am very sorry to hear
about the damage.

But just to clarify,

and remember, giving false
information to
a police officer is...

A crime.

Did you see my boys
throw the ball?

No.

Are you aware that my boys
don't own a baseball?

-No.
-You know, maybe it's best
for you to hold on to that

until the actual perpetrator
is brought to justice.

(SIGHS)

BOY: Shh. Pretend you're
invisible and she'll go away.

Did we just not discuss
the popocalypse?

BOY: You can't yell
at us in here.

Oh, really?

And why is that?

Because we're in
the safety zone.

-Nice try.
-Oh, yeah.

We are gonna talk
about vandalism.

Oh...

-And you owe me a baseball!
-(ALL HISSING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Diamond. This
is my day off...

BILLY: Homicide at the wharf.
Your card was
in the victim's pocket.

I'll be there
as soon as I can.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi.

Sorry.

Breaking in a new
babysitter this week.

What do we got?

We got male,

mid-60s, shot
once in the back,

found floating
under the pier.

And my card was in his pocket?

Your unlucky day.

(GASPS) Oh...

My God.

Saint Jerry.

Real name is Jeremy Patch.

Patron saint of
the downtrodden
of Lower Manhattan.

His bar was my go-to haunt
when I was in the Academy.

Jake and I hung out there
before we were married.

Jeremy's Ale House
on Front?

That is not exactly a
cop-friendly environment.

Jerry knew that
I was on the job.

Never spilt my secret.

Well, I am guessing he
wanted to reach out to you.

Of course, I also
found a few marbles,

a book of matches,
some old receipts.

That's Jerry.

Forever the packrat.

(SIGHS) Okay...

So he was fishing there,
shot in the back,

fell into the water.
Any shell casings?

Nope.

Oh, Jerry...

I am going to find
the bastard that
did this to you.

MAN: Morning, Captain.

Just heard over the radio.

Saint Jerry.

I haven't seen him
since the twins were born.

There wouldn't be an "us,"
if it wasn't for Jerry.

Lot of people wouldn't
have been anything
without Jerry.

Don't tell me that tourist
is taking a selfie

with Jerry's dead body
as the background.

Hey!

The Statue of Liberty
is that way!

Fanny pack!

Go on! Nah-ah!

I will...

I'm so sorry, Ruby.

I know you are, sweets.

He loved you kids
so much.

We loved him.

When was the last time you
saw him, Ruby?

This morning.

He left before dawn,
like always,

to go drop his line
and try for
a catch of the day.

(CLEARS THROAT) I got to open
that gate,

or else I'm gonna
totally lose my mind.

Jerry loved the way
the light poured in,
didn't he?

Remember what he called it?

-RUBY AND LAURA: The last...
-Slice of sunshine

in New York City.

All those Sunday
biker brunches.

Who'd think that fried Spam
on Wonder Bread could
taste so good!

-(CHUCKLES) It didn't.
We were drunk.
-(GIGGLES)

The place looks great, Ruby.

Don't sound so surprised.

-No, no. It's just
it used to be a...
-A dump.

It's not the word
I would've chosen.

We got this
code bomber.

He gets off making
complaints to the city,

everything from noise,

to parking, to health code.

Feel like I spend half
my day cleaning now.

We're looking
for motive, Ruby.

You think this guy
could be a suspect?

If I knew who it was,
I could say.

-Any chance this
is about money?
-(SCOFFS)

I mean, we always
had enough to pay our bills,

but not much more than that.

I gave up the thought a long
time ago

that we were gonna cash out
and retire to Florida,

the way the two of you
are gonna do someday.

We're not together
anymore, Ruby.

Get out...

The young lovebirds?

A long time ago.

Ruby, can you think of
anyone who might have
had it in for Jerry?

Everybody loved that man.

And he loved everybody.

What is it, Ruby?

There's this homeless guy...

Crazy Eddie.

Jerry let him sleep in
the storage room sometimes,
but he went off his meds

and he got a little loud,
and Jerry made him leave.

Eddie Fainlen,
violent priors,

long psych history,

-hence the crazy.
-Where do we find this guy?

Last social services report
had him camped under
a scaffolding in midtown.

Thanks.

So, you did all
the background checks?

State, FBI, Homeland Security?

She is as clean
as a baby's bottom.

"Soft" as a baby's bottom?

-Clean, nah-uh. Trust me.
-Copy that.

And after a two-hour interview
and three government agencies,

you can trust this babysitter,
okay? She checks out.

I trust her, she's with them
right now, isn't she?

But trust is a multi-faceted
concept for a mother.

So swing by.
Be discreet.

-Ish.
-Okay, ish.

-What was that about?
-Covert mission.

This must be the place.

Mmm-hmm.

What are you, a heathen?

Knock, knock!

-EDDIE: Who's there?
-Detectives Diamond and Soto.

CIA, NSA?

-DOD?
-NYPD.

Eddie, we're the good guys.

(STAMMERING) Show me some ID.

Good idea, Eddie.

You really can
never be too careful.

Yeah.

They're, they're after me.

I, I know too much...

I can see
the black helicopters

(STAMMERING)
circling at night.

-Spying on me!
-Easy, Eddie...

-I'm black, white...
-Easy, Eddie, Eddie... Gun!

Ahhh! Don't kill me!

-Don't kill me! Don't kill me!
-BILLY: Turn around.

-BILLY: Just relax.
-Don't kill me!

This was my day off.

Got him.

(EDDIE MUMBLING INCOHERENTLY)

Eddie, I need to talk to
you about Jerry Patch.

Code name, Birdman.

Black op, highly classified,

they put implants in my head!

When I talk,
they flip the switch.

Zzzzz, I'm a dead man.
They're probably
listening now.

Birdman is watching.

He'll know if I tell you.

(SNIFFLING)

He'll know if I tell you.

We're supposed
to get all that stuff?

Why?

This is the safety zone,
Eddie.

They can't hear you in here.

Yeah, but there are long range
multi-directional
high-frequency scanners...

But I got that covered.

The jammer's on.

The jammer's on?

When I was growing up,

we lived in Yonkers,

red brick building,

right by
the Metro-North tracks.

Noisy, but that
was a good thing.

Me and my dad

fought all the time,

he told me I was
throwing my life away.

And then,

I met Jerry.

And he accepted me.

He didn't try to change me.

(WHISPERING) And I loved
him for that.

Me too.

I ain't much...

But he treated me

like a man.

You know he's dead,

Eddie?

I heard this morning,

over by the pier
someone said.

And it's my job

to find out who killed him,

and I think you can help me.

-I know stuff...
-Tell me.

I don't know.

-It's hard.
-I know...

But I think you can do it.

Code name,

Birdman.

He's evil. He hated Jerry.

He is always watching, spying
on Jerry, on...

He knows I'm here.

He knows I'm talking to you.

Please don't let him get me.

-Please don't let him...
-I won't...

I promise.

SAMMI: Okay.

-Do we need to review
the flashcards again?
-BOTH: No!

-So, we're ready to play?
-BOTH: Yes!

Game on!

-Buzz.
-Nicholas.

Harry Tub!

Harriet Tubman. Good!

Who was an a-bo-li-tion-ist

and spied for the

Union during the Civil...

-War!
-One space each!

BOTH: Max! Max!

-BOTH: Can we open
the door?
-Sure.

Hi, hello, I'm Max.
Laura's Max.

-May I help you?
-Indeed you may.

Laura is out in the field

investigating an
investigive matter.

And she asked me
to swing on by

to see if she had left
a file on the counter.

MAX: But it is not...

Okay, then.

False alarm.
(GIGGLES NERVOUSLY)

And I take it the empty
mac and cheese
box on the counter

means the boys have,
in fact, eaten lunch?

-They have. Anything else?
-That is all.

Okay, I got to find that file
that I was talking about.

So, okay, well...
All right.

Um...

Onward.

NICHOLAS: See you later.

(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS)

He's weird, right?

-BOTH: Duh!
-Okay.

You put our only suspect
in the psych ward?

-What were you thinking?
-That Eddie is sick
and needs help.

He's not the shooter.

Which conclusion you came to
based on your famous and

thoroughly inadmissible
gut instinct.

Yes.

Plus the fact that his gun,

which is a different caliber
than the murder weapon,
is also completely inoperable.

But let's just go with
my gut for short.

And uh, what does your gut
tell you about this particular
piece of evidence?

Ned, the neighbor,
dropped that off today.

He said you told him
the boys didn't
own a baseball.

-Okay, are we done here?
-I wish.

No, Ned has a long
list of grievances,

including trampling
on his grass,

chalk drawings on
his sidewalk, which he
couldn't bear to describe...

It was a hot dog
and donut holes!

Second page...

Little men and their lists.

Doesn't Ned have anything
better to do with his time?

Because I certainly do!

-Status on the home front?
-All quiet.

Oh, come on.
The boys eat babysitters
for breakfast.

No, they were eating peanut
butter cracker thingies

and talking about
Civil War history.

-Don't buy it. Go back.
-On it.

Code bomber?

His complaints were all
posted to city websites,
so I backtracked the ISP

-through the sub-routers
embedded...
-English, please.

Okay, dumbing down.

The same Internet address used
to report the complaints,

also hosts a bird-watching
blog, which is not anonymous.

The author is Cyrus Speeler,
who happens to live
across the street from...

Jerry's bar.

Damn.

Crazy Eddie was
right all along.

Code name, Birdman.

Jerry Patch is a menace.

Something needed to be
done a long time ago.

I didn't pay $2 million
for this apartment

to have my life ruined by that
tattooed greaser.

-Kombucha?
-Come whatcha?

Tea. I brewed some myself.

It's excellent for
the digestive tract,

and also for
the lymphatic system.

Yes...

I can see how that
would pass right through you.

What exactly did you do
about Jerry Patch?

What any citizen should.

File complaints with
the Department of Health,

the Liquor Board,

-Sanitation...
-Pretty big binocular
collection you got there.

I understand you're
a birdwatcher.

I prefer aviculturalist.

My bad.

My binoculars
help me keep track

of the local
egrets and cormorants.

And also the dozens of
code violations that
plague this neighborhood.

The worst offender is that
noxious bar.

I keep track of
their transgressions.

Little men and their lists.

Beg your pardon?

The number of
violations are
certainly outrageous.

I wish I could help.

But sadly, NYPD policy
requires a written record
of the offenses.

Which, of course,
I have kept.

Oh!

Cross-indexed by date

and the appropriate section of
the municipal code.

Wow!

-Very impressive.
-Yes.

-May I?
-Uh...

You know, I would really love
to show this to the mayor.

As an example of
outstanding citizenship.

You might even get
a commendation.

-I'd be honored.
-Is it up-to-date?

Are there any violations, say,
from this morning that you
haven't had a chance to enter?

It's current through
7:00 last night.

See, that's when I join
my Audubon group
for a local evening bird tour.

We have some beautiful photos
of great horned owls.

-I'd love to see them.
-Oh, well...

But we really need to follow
up on the complaints in your
notebook right away.

What are you smiling about?
Bird nerd's got an alibi.

Yes.

But the nerd's notebook is
a virtual security camera.

Earth to Laura.

Oh, damn it!

I just had this shirt cleaned.

My bad.

Hand sanitizer's not
gonna work.

Soap is soap.

Hmm...

Or not.

Get anything from
the notebook?

People are idiots.

Does no one understand
what it means to
live in an actual city?

Complainers like
my neighbor,
old man buzzkill and

Cyrus the Birdman,
they should just all move
to North Dakota.

Would you get out of bird
guy's OCD diary

and get back in the field?
We have a murder to solve.

Hold up, hold up.

Meredith,

pull up the 911 calls from
last Thursday at 11:17 p.m.

You really should learn
how to use a computer,

they're becoming customary
in the workplace.

Last Thursday, Cyrus called
911 to report a screaming
match outside the bar.

-MEREDITH: Sent.
-(COMPUTER BEEPS)

CYRUS: You have to do
something. She's
been screaming

-for seven minutes straight!
-(WOMAN SHOUTING)

911 OPERATOR: Sir, we'll send
a car as soon as one
becomes available.

CYRUS: I can't sleep,
that's a priority.

I'm holding the phone
out the window.

WOMAN: I'll kill you, Jerry,
you hear me? I'll kill you!

Looks like the OCD diary
just gave us a suspect.

You're welcome.

Yes!

WOMAN: I'll kill you, Jerry,
you hear me? I'll kill you!

Oh, my God.
That's Faith McGowen.

She used to wait tables
for us.

-Used to?
-Well, Jerry fired her
a couple weeks ago.

Stuff kept going missing
like people's wallets,

and tip money. The only common
denominator

was it happened when
Faith was working.

Why didn't you mention
this to me before?

'Cause Jerry never told me
she went off on him like that.

He told me that she
was just grateful he didn't
turn her in to the cops.

Why would he lie?

You know Jerry, he never says
a bad word about anybody.

He always did have a soft
spot for those curvy girls.

You think this could've
been more than just
a soft spot, Ruby?

Thirty years we
were together, Jake.

That man never cheated on me.

Also, she had a boyfriend,
it was serious, nah.

Any idea where
she's working now?

I think she's at one of
those knock-off biker joints.

In Brooklyn, it's
The Bottom Rung 'cause we sent
the last check there.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

LAURA: Beards,
baby faces, artisanal pickles.

Looks like Faith downgraded
from iconic to ironic.

JAKE: Any sign of her?

Yup, moving in.

Check the damn card.

Don't look at
the weight, I was
pregnant and bloated.

Thank you.

How do you wanna handle this?

Solo.

-You got it, granny.
-Not funny.

Ask yourself this,

if it takes two gallons of
smog generating,
ozone depleting gasoline,

to transport a typical
American to work,

how many millions of
gallons would it take

to transport

Han Solo from Tatooine

-to Naboo?
-(DOOR OPENING)

-Go away!
-Copy that.

Sorry.

Come on, dude.

-I didn't kill Jerry.
-Then why did you
threaten him?

He caught me stealing.
And I was embarrassed
or whatever.

You're covering for someone,
aren't you?

I'm guessing it's a boyfriend?

What? No.

Judging by the poorly
hidden bruises on your body,

your guy's a jealous,
violent type.

Probably never lets you
out of his sight.

Comes to work to make sure
you're not flirting
with other guys.

Steals a few wallets
while he's at it.

BILLY: Hey! Hey!
Come back here!

(BILLY GROANS)

Police officer in need
of immediate assistance.

Laura, go get that scumbag.

(MOTORCYCLE REVVING)

Ever wanted a free pass
to go as fast as you want
in broad daylight?

Hell, yeah.

Helmet's not negotiable.

Go! Follow that motorcycle.

LAURA: Turn signal.

LAURA: Stop! It's not safe.

He's getting away!

Not anymore.

(MAN GROANING)

A little help here?

You know what? Put this
on your cheek.

-No.
-It's very absorbent.

I'm fine.

You don't look so fine.

Put pressure on it.

And you, you might want
to get changed before we go
to Jerry's wake.

I don't want everyone
knowing that we're cops.

Well, what am
I supposed to wear?

You must have something
left in the closet
from back in the day.

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANING)

Once a 6, always a 6.

Whoa, Mom!

-You look sexy!
-No, I do not.

Did your father teach
you that word?

Apology accepted.

Speaking of your father
and his wonderful influence,

you are each paying
for half of Ned's window.

Can't you pay half, Mommy?

You can't have three halves.

Maybe Daddy could
pay half, too.

You're going in
the wrong direction.
Piggy banks!

Now. Go, go, go, go, go, go.

Thank you so much
for staying late tonight.

-I quit.
-What?

-No, no, you don't.
-Yeah, I do.

You interview me up the ass,

you come to my house,
you meet my parents,

my grandmother!

And still you don't trust me!

(STUTTERING) Of course
I don't trust you,
I'm a police officer,

I don't trust anyone.

But, I will trust you. Just...

-Just give me time.
-Sorry, time's run out.

Later, gators.
Promote racial equality.

-BOTH BOYS: Bye, Sammi.
-And recycle.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Ma'am...

Boo!

So this is what
a jackhole who tries to
outrun the NYPD looks like.

-I got nothing to say.
-You don't need to say a word.

I figure you had your
girlfriend cover for you
while you stole from the bar.

Saint Jerry was an easy mark,
but you got pissed

when he grew a pair,
and fired her.

If you beat your woman,

then I bet you're
enough of a prick
to shoot a saint, huh?

-You got nothing on me.
-You're right.

But I cared about Jerry.

I'm not gonna rest easy
until whoever did this spends
25 to life behind bars.

So, forgive me
if I play hardball.

You can't do that!

And yet, I just did. Now,

without this little tasty
morphine drip,

you're gonna be
in a world of hurt.

(STRUGGLING)

I have nowhere to be,

so, I am just going
to hang out here.

Unless of course
you have something
you want to say.

Okay...

Okay.

-I didn't touch that guy.
-Forgive me if I don't just
take your word for it.

Any chance you have an alibi
for yesterday morning?

Okay, you want to
play it that way...

Your splint looks
a little loose.

I am just going to, uh...

-Tweak it.
-(CRIES OUT) I was in Jersey!

At the Shore Hills mall
just boosting a Range Rover.

Then I took it down
to a chop shop in Newark.

The address is in
my jeans pocket.

I swear! Now let go
of that line!

Please let go! I can't
take the pain.

This one is the saline drip,

that one is
the morphine drip, but,

thank you for
your confession, and...

Yup!

Say hello to Rikers for me.

Hey, that's
anti-constitutional!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Ow!

Okay! Still got it.

What beautiful boys!

But I don't know that you
needed to bring them
to my husband's wake...

I'm sorry,
babysitting disaster.

No, we're happy you're here.

Um, how about you guys just
go sit over there, okay?

-(BELL CLANGING)
-All right, everybody.

To our friend,

Jerry,

a true man of the people.

-ALL: Jerry!
-LAURA: Yes!

Can't believe so many
people came!

Of course they came.

He made this place a haven
for rebels and rejects.

I don't know, kinda feels
like a last hurrah.

Maybe I...

Should just go back down to
Florida after all.

You can't shut down.

Who else would have us?

I don't know about
the rest of us, but I know who
would have you.

Baby daddy at two o'clock.

-BOTH BOYS: Daddy!
-(JAKE LAUGHING)

You brought 6-year-olds
to a wake.

It's time they understood
the circle of life.

(WOMAN WHOOPING)

Wow, and body shots...

Hey, there are kids here.

Yuck!

(CHUCKLING)

(SLOW SONG PLAYING)

Hey,

how about that? They're
playing your song.

No, not a chance.
Uh-uh, no way.

Seeing the two of you
out on the dance floor
one last time,

that's just what Jerry would
have wanted.

One dance.

-One.
-Uh-huh.

And keep your hands
above the waist.

This is not a good idea.

It's just... It's too
confusing for the boys.

And not for you?

LAURA: It's Eddie.

Eddie?

-How are you?
-I wanted to thank you
for helping me.

I get a little...

You know,

when I'm off my meds.

I am glad you're
feeling better.

Is there anything more
you can tell me
about Jerry's death?

I don't know what happened.

-I wish I did, I would
tell you, I swear.
-It's all right, Eddie,

let me just fix you
up a little bit.

-Is this yours?
-It must be Jerry's.

He gave me this suit.

Would you mind emptying
out all the pockets?

Yeah.

Saint Jerry, forever
the packrat.

Flaco Navarro.

-The loan shark?
-Know any other Flacos

that hang out at
Miguel's pool hall?

Ruby said they were fine
for money. Why would Jerry
take a loan from him?

I don't know. But I do know
that Flaco has skirted two
murder prosecutions.

Let's make sure
there isn't a third.

Flaco!

What you want, cop?

A raise.

A Cohiba.

Yasiel Puig in pin stripes.
Que pena que no es
un yankee, eh?

Eres cubano?

Mitad, mother's side.

Y tu? Tambien?

Yeah.

I'm from Havana.

You think that makes
us hermanos?

I think that makes us
exactly what we are.

Two hard-working
paisanos just trying
to make it in the big city.

Verdad.

What can I do for you?

Jerry Patch.

El Santo Jerry.

I heard what happened.

Que tragedia, ah?

Financial tragedy for you.

He was a little behind
on the payments.

-But you tuned him up
a little bit?
-No.

I was real patient with Jerry.

-I gave him time to make good.
-Maybe you roughed him up.

Showed him the steel,
no lo querias matar, but...

-Accidents happen.
-You're not listening, cop.

Jerry came to me.

He settled the debt.

-Total?
-Full balance.

10 grand.

Plus interest.

Que paquete, Flaco.

-Jerry was broke.
-Not anymore.

He said he got himself
a silent partner.

It doesn't make sense.

Jerry never said anything
about bringing on a partner.

I did all the books, he would
have told me.

We heard he was some
super rich, yuppie type.

You saw it at the wake.

There's a lot of Wall Street
guys that come to the bar.

Weekend warriors, they want
to rub shoulders
with real bikers,

while really they
just ride around in limos.

Ruby, does anybody stand out?

(SCOFFS) The suits, they all
look alike to me.

I'm sorry.

I really am sorry, Jake.

I just wish I'd paid
better attention,

I just... (VOICE BREAKS)
I don't know what I wish.

Wall Street is infested with
rich guys in limousines,

but I have no idea how
we find the right one.

Oh, I know exactly how.

"Limo on
a fire hydrant," complete
with license plate.

XPD 465.

Oh, thank you, Cyrus Speeler,
you weird
and wonderful aviculturist.

Limousine owned
by Lloyd Kramer.

Oh wait. Oh, my God.

Do you know who he is?
Because I do!

This is the, uh...

-The suit from the wake.
-The billionaire suit
from the wake.

According to
Manhattan Finance Weekly,

"He is singularly responsible
for turning

"Lower Manhattan
into a playground
for the uber rich."

He bought and
demolished a Boys and Girls
club on Rivington

and turned it into
a luxury high-rise.

He paved paradise
and put up a parking lot.

(VOCALIZING)

-(SNAPS FINGER)
-(STOPS VOCALIZING)

The man is a devil.

-God, I hate him.
-Not that you're emotionally
invested or anything.

Why aren't you is
the question.

Because I'm hung up on this
little thing called evidence

and its little buddy
called motive.

He's got a point, Laura.

I mean, why would a guy
like that kill Jerry?

That building's worth
chump change to him.

Here's a reason, some uber
developer's gonna build
80 stories

of multimillion dollar
apartments on Jerry's block.

Okay, so they needed his land.

No, they needed his air.

Developers can only build one
of these monstrosities
on each block.

So they need to buy
the air rights

from all the other buildings
to make sure
they don't build up.

They must be paying way more
for the air rights than
the buildings are worth.

-Ten times more.
-Whoo!

-That's a lot of free money.
-Unless you're Jerry Patch,

and you live for your
Sunday brunch in the sunshine.

He wouldn't give that up
for any amount of money.

Kramer must've known
that, too.

So he had to strike now.

Or lose out forever.

Go get him.

Let's go.

Hello, Lloyd.

-Who the hell are you?
-Laura Diamond, NYPD.

Let's go for a ride.

You need a ride? Hail a cab.

I'll even give you 20 bucks,
how's that?

Must be hard making
ends meet on a civil
servant's salary.

It's more than you're
gonna earn
stamping license plates.

Orange is
the new black, Lloyd.

-Or haven't you heard?
-What the hell are you
talking about?

(KNOCKING)

How we doing back there?

-Where the hell is my driver?
-My partner convinced him
to take the night off,

something about
outstanding warrants.

Do you know who I am?

Detective Soto,
let's take Mr. Kramer
here down to the waterfront.

Buckle up, Lloyd.

Jerry came here
every morning to fish.

He ever tell you why?

'Cause he couldn't bear to
watch as greedy bastards

squeezed in more skyscrapers.

Cut into the last rays
of sunshine.

Now you sound like Jerry.

Talking about his rooftop.

-I liked it up there.
-So did I.

Spent some of my favorite
Sundays up on that roof.

So why would you ruin it
by selling the air rights?

-What are you talking about?
-Really, Lloyd?

We checked with
the city, you filed
a partnership agreement.

-Says you bought half
of Jerry's air rights.
-For 10 grand.

You conned him.
You must have heard about

the plan to develop
Jerry's block.

You had to have known
what those air rights
were really worth.

Yeah, that's right.

And I went to Ruby and Jerry
and said if they move fast
they could cash in big.

Jerry could have done
a lot of good
with that money, right?

He wasn't interested.

-How did you change his mind?
-I didn't.

Couple of weeks later,
Jerry said he was in
trouble with a loan shark.

I offered to pay off the debt,
but Jerry's too proud
to take charity,

even though he gave
all his money away.

So instead...

He sold you half
of his air rights.

And my 50%? (SNORTS)

It's worthless. The developer
won't pay bubkes
for half the rights.

It's all or nothing.

That's why you killed Jerry.

To get the other half.

I don't get anything out
of Jerry's death.

The remaining half
is in his estate.

You can't have three halves.

Sorry?

No...

I am.

RUBY: Aw, you're
an answer to a prayer.

I hate to drink alone.

My dining room table
never looks this clean.

Just gotta use
the right product.

And lots of elbow grease.

But when we came to tell you
about Jerry, you were using
a heavy duty cleanser.

I thought, well, soap's soap.

But you know better,
don't you?

-Guess I must've been upset.
-No.

You were making sure
there was no gunshot residue
on your hands.

How could you kill the man
that you loved for 30 years?

Jer always said you
were a sharp one.

How'd you know?

You can't have three halves.

Jerry sold half of his
air rights to Lloyd.

You didn't get
a piece of the pie.

I would've been
pissed off, too.

It's nothing new.

Jer gave everything we owned
away, including my future.

-I was so angry.
-You could've left.

-With nothing? Like you did?
-Yes!

I put in decades of blood,
sweat and tears.
I deserve something out of it.

I tried to talk sense
into him, but that old fool!

He went and he gave our future
away for nothing!

So you shot him.

Just like that?

It broke my heart.

But I had to take
care of myself.

No man is going to...

Please tell me that
you understand, Laura?

Even if I did,

it wouldn't make
this any easier.

You're under arrest

for the murder of Jerry Patch.

You were right.

I was too close to this one.

I didn't even consider
Ruby as a suspect.

Me neither.

But, Laura, you did it.
You closed the case.

You did just what
you promised Jerry.

I just wish I felt
better about it.

Me too.

Did we just agree
on something?

(LAUGHS)

Oh!

Pray for a miracle.

Thanks for stopping by.

No need to thank me.

-I am here for my check.
-Oh, right.

-Is this a joke?
-No.

Pre-payment for
the next six months.

-Blood money.
-Okay, can you stop

throwing out
the misplaced political
babble for 10 seconds.

It's an advance.

You're hired.

The boys like you.

I...

Like... You.

And over time I will
learn to trust you,

implicitly, but for now,

cut a mother some slack!

We're making
collages of slain civil
rights leaders tomorrow.

I'll need glue.

Yes!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

NED: Are you kidding me!

BOTH BOYS: We're in
the safety zone!