All language subtitles for Ironside s01e06 Pentimento.eng

[door buzzes]

[gate buzzes]

Robert Corning.

East 84th street.

80 years old.

Would have folded
if you whispered at him.

Never could have I.D.'d you
through his coke-bottle lenses.

But you beat him down
with a pry bar

until his brains fell out.

You beat him while his...

I just... I need...
I need you to say it.

Say it loud.

"I panicked,
and I killed the old man."

Then you can turn around
and go back to your cell

and save us both some time.

84th street?

Was that that thing

they kept asking me about
before I went in?

Don't do that, Nagy.

I've been waiting
for this conversation

for eight years.

So have you.

Any time I thought about you,

I thought about what you did.

How you put me here.

Guess someone
was looking out for me.

Evened up the score.

You're gonna trip and fall.

And when you do,
I'm going to be there

to make sure
you don't get back up.

So you think about that.

You eat your cornflakes,
you get on the bus,

you take a dump

without wondering
if this isn't the day

that I get the confession
you owe me.

Is that it?

Yeah.
[gate buzzes]

Go ahead.

He was brushing his teeth.

He probably heard something.

Never saw it coming.

Pry bar on the window.

Exits out the front
to his car.

It's Nagy. It's got
his signature all over it.

Doesn't look
like anything's missing

except a couple of paintings.

Nagy's no art thief. He would've
picked this place clean.

He got spooked and bolted.

I just... I just wonder
what made him jump.

What can I do for you guys?

Oh, hey.

What can I do for you guys?

Hey, the kid.

Did he see it?

Heard it.

Been covering
some burglary conditions

in this neighborhood,
and we think...

This isn't a burglary,
though, is it?

And you're walking
all over my crime scene.

Look, we think we...

Hey, hey, our bad.

We just thought you might want
some extra bodies.

Thanks.

Uh, do me a favor,
make a coffee run.

I'm light and sweet.

Get something for yourselves.

I got it.

Let's find a boss.

Hey, the hell with that.

Let's... Let's find Nagy.

Bobby, it's a homicide.

You saw the attitude.

We give them his name,
what are they gonna do?

Let us take lunch orders
next time?

Yeah, but what have we
even got to pick him up for?

All right.

We know he can't lay off
the art fast,

so he still needs cash.

We follow him to his next job.

We collar him for the burglary,
and if we get lucky,

then he's still packing evidence
from this job.

Come on, it's just
another murder to these guys.

We can make this mean something.

Well?

Speak to me, people.

What's Nagy doing right now?

He's coming
out of the clinic, going West.

Second trip in two days,

maybe he's got something
the doctor can't fix.

Teddy, I hear your voice
on my frequency.

Better be something interesting.

Virgil, you've got eyes?

I'm on him, sarge.

Just turned North.

Could be back to a library,

could be back to the train.

Wrong details.

Okay, sarge,
what am I looking for?

Is he carrying anything?

Is he... Is he looking
at anything?

Hands are empty,
walking with purpose.

- Shirt tucked in or out?
- What?

Last time we saw him,
he was with the doctor.

His shirt was tucked in.

- Is it untucked now?
- Tucked.

All right.

He's headed back to the hole.

He's probably
taking the train home.

Virgil, Holly, stay with him.

Teddy, go ahead and jump ahead.

Two days, Bob.

- So?
- So the guy's done nothing.

Didn't have time eight years
ago to move the paintings.

He's gonna take us to them.

And I'm gonna take him
and break him.

If he did East 84th.

No one ever made the case.

You need something here, Ed?

Yeah, some kind
of status report

on the non-extracurricular work.

You know, the stuff
they're gonna ask me about

over at CompStat,

where I'm gonna have to
explain to them

why it is
that you haven't done one...

It's Scott Rawlings,
silver gun robberies.

It was a .25 Raven, by the way.

We got probable cause
on Tate James

for the Bushwick shooting.

And we got an address in Newark
for Lynne Robey.

Anything else?

[clears throat]

Let me get back
to this, okay?

Why'd you warn him, Bob?

Because I wanted to look
into his eyes,

see if he still felt safe.

Seemed to me like
you were reminding yourself

how much you hate him.

He's still in the city,
which means the art

or the money is still here.

Eight years, man. Waiting.

Him or you?

[over radio] We're out
of the hole at Atlantic.

Looks like he's headed home.

I'm about two minutes out.

Holly, peel off,
wait for Teddy.

Virgil, go ahead
and take him home

just in case you're wrong.

Why am I peeling off?

Man's been in jail
for eight years.

Sooner or later
he's gonna notice you.

Police! Don't move!

[gunshots]

Down on the ground!
Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!
Get down!

Get down!
[gunshots]

[glass shatters]

[tires squeal]

10-13, shots fired,
574 Atlantic Avenue.

[tires screech]
Blue Saturn! No plates! Go!

That was a hit!
Where's Nagy?

- Gone! Think he was shot.
- Gun's gone too.

I'll call a bus for this guy.

Don't bother.

Ironside S01E06
"Pentimento"

Sync and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio
www.addic7ed.com

[elevator bell dings]
Michael Mallen, burglary, robbery,

burglary, burglary, Grand
Larceny. Guy's not a shooter, Bob.

Or it was the one thing
he knew how to get away with.

Perp two dumped the Saturn.
Stolen rental car.

So he's out there somewhere

waiting for me to beat
some answers out of him.

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile witness says

Nagy picked up Mallen's gun.

Crime scene confirms
he's wounded.

Well, if he bleeds out,
I guess you win.

I need a murder confession
on East 84th Street.

Then he can bleed out.

He's not even
supposed to be here.

Some cops have to go home
after a shoot,

some have to go to work.
Which do you think he is?

He told you that?

I didn't ask.

You didn't ask your detective

about his first time
killing a man?

Where's Teddy and Holly?

Backtracking Nagy.

The clinic, library,
his apartment.

Now with our second shooter,
start narrow, widen out.

Similar rap sheets,
same neighborhood.

I got it.

You talk to
Internal Affairs yet?

They said
after they talk to the D.A.

Captain says
there are plenty of witnesses.

- I'm not worried.
- Sure you are.

They're gonna bring up
the excessive force complaints.

It's old news.

It was old news
when I brought you on board.

I.A.B., shooting review board.

It's not gonna feel good.

But if they're doing
their jobs right,

then eventually it's gonna take
the weight off your back.

What if they
don't do it right?

Well, then they
gotta go through me.

And I got a long history
of winning arguments.

Oh, man.

Third apartment building
he's cased tonight.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

He made us!
[tires squeal]

Give me your hands.
Give me your hands!

Okay! Damn.

[grunts] Okay! Okay!

- I didn't know you were cops.
- Sure.

Just out for a walk, huh?

Well, I had to take a piss.

- Gee.
- Burglar's tools.

Class "A" misdemeanor.

You might as well write me up
for public urination.

You know, you're right.

Burglary, though, is a felony.

Bobby, hold on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Sends you back down
for five to ten.

Hey, he can't do that.
[snipping, metal clanging]

Man, that's not right!

You wrote the story,

I'm just finishing it.

- Come here.
- No, man.

There are rules,
there are rules!

You're not gonna let him
do this, are you?

You can't let him do that!

Come on, let's get outta here.

- Come here.
- Hey. Hey!

Damn.
You really wanna do this?

Put bracelets on the bastard
that beat an old man to death

while his grandson listened?

Hell, yeah!

Detectives break him
for East 84th,

it's still our collar
that got him there.

It's still us testifying
to probable cause.

Look, you saw what he did, G!

This is ours.

All right, get outta here.

We know he made
two different visits.

I told you,
I can't tell you anything.

Dr. Ryder, this man
is wounded and armed.

Give him enough time,

he either dies
or hurts someone.

I don't care
that you don't like cops.

What makes you think
I don't like cops?

Let's just say
I recognize the look.

You understand
the restrictions

of doctor-patient
confidentiality laws?

I understand that
they do allow you to tell us

if you have any knowledge

that Stan Nagy committed
or was the victim of a crime.

I don't have any knowledge
that he visited me

as someone who committed
or was the victim of a crime.

Okay?

Mr. Thompson?

Thank you very much.

[exhales] Think
something's up with her?

Yeah.

Maybe.
I don't know.

My radar's all screwed up today.

Look, you did everything
right.

It happened the way it happened.

I didn't spot him fast enough.

Sarge would've.

He's the sarge.

I wish I got there
30 seconds earlier.

I didn't,
Virgil's still okay,

and you kept someone
from getting shot.

Let's go.

- Found perp two.
- Copy that.

Sean Rourke.

Same profile
as our dead shooter.

Burglary, robbery,
a bar assault.

Nothing puts him in this league.

Two of them
ever get pinched together?

Eh, no,

but Midtown North thinks

they've both done business

with a fence
named Nick Sturgess.

Sturgess is the last
of the old-school westies.

Nagy did business with him
back in the day.

He runs a trading company.

A warehouse on 11th Street.

- I'll take a ride with you.
- Mm.

Why don't you go home?

Somebody's gotta take
a ride with you.

Yeah, okay.

Doesn't look like Nagy
was planning on staying long.

No library stamp.

Guess we got Nagy
for grand theft book.

"Diptych...
"Laughing Crane", "Crying Crane".

"Stolen from
the Denver Museum, 1989.

"Laughing Crane" returned
anonymously, June 2005."

That's three months
after Ironside sent Nagy up.

So all we have to do,
find Nagy,

get him to tell us
where the second painting is,

and admit
that he stole both of them

from East 84th Street
eight years ago.

Bashed some old guy's head in.

Piece of cake, right?

You think
it's gonna be like this

with everybody
that Ironside locks up?

Minute they get out, he's
looking to put them back in?

Something happened
between them.

He's been running hot
the last few days.

Hotter than usual?

And how can you tell?

The two days
we were following Nagy,

you ever see him make a call?

No.

No cell phone
and never used a pay phone.

Yeah, he did.

- What'd they do?
- No.

Ask me what I think you did.

I got a clean conscience.

Yeah, that's because
you're a sociopath.

You don't know right from wrong.

Is this just
a routine ball bust,

or do we have something
to talk about?

Detective, tell him
what we have to talk about.

About him sending
Mike Mallen and Sean Rourke

to hit Stan Nagy.

Damn. Right there.
See that?

See that light go out? [chuckles]

Hiring the first two idiots
who come in here

with stolen TV sets
as shooters,

makes you really, really cheap

or really, really nervous.

See, nervous is what I think.

Nagy scared you,
and now you missed.

Now you got
a good reason to be scared.

Nothing more to say but...

"talk to my lawyer," right?

Yeah.

Let's get out of here.
[forklift revs]

Let you get back to feeding
the great city of New York.

Out of the way!

Whoa.

Sorry about that.

- Here, let me help you.
- No, I got it, it's okay.

No, no. Hey. Hey!
I broke it, I bought it.

Look at them apples.

[handcuffs click]

I know you don't ship produce
it in wooden crates?

And a forklift driver
doesn't wear $600 ferragamos.

- What?
- I tend to notice shoes.

Think that'll fly
as probable cause?

That's for the court
to decide.

Meanwhile, Rourke's gonna hear
that Sturgess got locked up.

He's gonna pop his head
out of whatever hole he's in.

Give himself up
or start running.

- And so will Nagy.
- It's a shaky arrest, Bob.

Right on the edge of bad.

Hey, Ed...

I know what the edge is.

- Get the hell in here.
- Hey!

Who are you
putting your hands on?

You know what you just did?

Yeah, I found your perp
for you.

Before he comes
through the door,

when I can't talk to him,
get in his car,

his apartment,
without getting a warrant.

Then get a warrant!

You got an answer
for everything,

don't you, officer?

You see those paintings?
They're not registered.

Insurance, receipts... Nothing.

They could be hanging
on Nagy's damn wall right now,

and we wouldn't be able
to identify them.

Forget about proving they're
from East 84th Street.

Then it's a good thing
we got that burglary.

While you had
your thumb up your fat...

- Hey!
- Come on! Let go!

You need to answer me
one more time.

I'm on your ass!

Tell that
to Corning's grandkid.

Tell him
that burglary's enough.

- Hey! Come on! Come on!
- All right! All right!

You believe that guy?

Wasn't for us,
Nagy'd still be on the street

bashing somebody's head in!

Let it go.

This ain't over.

This ain't over
by a long shot, man.

We gotta get
our stories straight.

- All right? Every detail!
- All right.

- No problem.
- Got you.

[water running]

Hey, you're still here.

Yeah, picked up a lead
on the second shooter.

What have you been doing?

Nothing nearly that cool.

- So...
- Don't.

I'm good.

Doesn't mean you
might not wanna talk about it.

Actually, that's what
"I'm good" means.

[knock at door]
Come on.

Call records
off a pay phone

in Nagy's halfway house.

A few numbers of interest.

Called Nick Sturgess twice.

Guess he decided to hit him
right between the eyes.

Remind you of anyone you know?

Yeah.

Called the clinic
a couple times.

Yeah, I wanna go back
at that doctor tomorrow.

Might have just been
a cat-and-dog thing but...

I got a feeling she was keeping
something in her pocket.

Always follow
your cat-and-dog thing.

Look at the call
he made yesterday afternoon.

- Hmm?
- 2:41 p.m.

Weber Gallery.

I remember the call.

Someone doing
an artforum article

about "The Laughing Crane".

The questions
got a little strange,

and when I asked for a name,
he hung up.

We brokered its recovery
in 2005.

- Where was it recovered from?
- No idea.

It was returned anonymously
for an $80,000 reward.

But doesn't that mean

that you might have paid off
the same guy who stole it?

The Denver Museum paid.

Wouldn't be the first time.

But "The Crying Crane"
never resurfaced.

Both pieces probably sold
on the black market

for $3 million
or $4 million apiece.

Does he have to touch
the paintings?

Well, he's my boss.

But if you'd like to tell him
not to touch the paintings,

feel free.

So after they were stolen
in Denver,

you think they both ended up
in a private collection?

There are collectors
who care about provenance,

and there are collectors
who don't.

What about Robert Corning?

Which kind was he?

Horrible what happened
to Robert.

- I understand his nephew...
- Grandson.

Two paintings
were pulled off his wall.

Neither was registered
to his insurance company.

So was "The Laughing Crane"
one of them?

I don't feel comfortable
speaking ill of the dead.

Might be the only way
to get him some justice.

It would have been consistent
with his reputation,

but I don't know for sure.

Sergeant, that's really...

You know this is
a pentimento, right?

- Excuse me?
- Well to...

You see how the paint
is bubbled and cracked?

He didn't strip
all the varnish

off the underlying painting.

The eyes are slightly
different colors of blue.

- Like, the one on the left here?
- Mm.

That's from the original
painting underneath.

But what do I know?

I'm just some guy who shows up
for the free wine

and never buys anything.

Pay phone to Sturgess.

The 2nd, 12:51,
five minutes.

Day Nagy got out.

He checks in,
throws his crap on his bed,

calls Sturgess,
asks, "Where's my money?"

Assuming Nagy did
East 84th.

Assuming he gave Sturgess
"The Laughing Crane"

eight years ago.

Assuming it came

from 84th Street
in the first place.

It did.
Next call, come on.

Pay phone, Weber Gallery.

16:22, 17:35.

Two minutes,
then seven minutes.

The call Weber told us about.

Call with Sturgess
didn't go well.

He wants to know how much
the paintings are worth,

how much he's owed.

Pay phone to the clinic,
the 3rd.

09:31, two minutes.

Making an appointment.

You ever make a doctor's
appointment in two minutes?

Well, he went right after.
He got there at 10:00.

He asked if Dr. Ryder was in.

Someone said yes, he went.

There's your
dog-and-cat thing. Good.

Background:

driver's license,
school records, medical boards.

- In all my spare time?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Come on, go.
- [Holly sighs]

From the clinic,
Nagy goes home.

Calls Sturgess at 14:10
for ten minutes.

I know this number.

I dumped Sturgess's call log
when we locked him up.

Sturgess called the clinic.

He hung up with Nagy
and called...

Dr. Megan Ryder.

Aka Megan Sturgess.

Maiden name?

No, legally changed
when she went to medical school.

She's Nick Sturgess's daughter.

That's how Nagy scared him.

It also explains why Sturgess
was in such a hurry

to hire Rourke and Mallen.

These guys...

They're hunting each other.

Doctor-patient laws hasn't changed
in the last 24 hours.

But Stan Nagy wasn't
your patient, was he?

We know who your father is.

We know that Nagy did business
with Nick Sturgess

eight years ago.

Do you know what it's like?

Waiting for your father's name
to come up?

Knowing that when it does,
someone like you will be asking?

Sure.

You grew up on the other side
of a lot of closed doors.

Men coming in and out
of the house at 3:00 a.m.

Guns lying around
like magazines.

Learned to spot an unmarked car

'cause they're always parked
in front of your house.

And there's that awful moment,

when you're about 15,

when you go from being afraid

that your father's
gonna be taken away

to kinda maybe hoping
someone will.

Hoping came
a lot earlier than that.

My father is not a good man.

He didn't want to let me leave.

Didn't want me to be anything
more than his...

daughter.

So how'd you get out?

There were a lot of things
I could hold against him.

The kind of things
you might imagine.

Some that I hope you never can.

We haven't spoken
in five, six years.

He called you two days ago.

He called the clinic.

I did not take the call.

What about Nagy?
What did he want?

He wanted to know if
I was Nick Sturgess's daughter.

I told him to leave,
and he did.

Just like that?

It was scarier than that.

2005, Stan Nagy brings you
two paintings.

Gets collared before
you can lay them off.

I got nothing to say
without a lawyer present.

Did I ask you to talk?

Turns out,
they were already stolen once.

Which means they're not
in any insurance inventory.

Which means they're
like currency.

[chuckles] A fence's dream.

Now you can talk.

Did you rip 'em off
or was Nagy just impatient?

I got nothing to say
without a lawyer present.

Eight years.

He's got a lot of time
on his hands.

Does a lot of homework.

Finds out that
"The Laughing Crane"

was returned to the museum

for a no-questions-asked reward.

Finds out you got a daughter.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Never mind
she wouldn't piss on you if...

Hey!
You don't cross that line.

Family's out of bounds.

So you do have
something to say

without a lawyer present.

You know the rules.

It doesn't matter
if she loves me.

She hates me.

Hmm?

You threaten my blood...

I'm gonna answer.

You don't get to kill Nagy,
Nick.

Not until I'm done with him.

Now this getaway driver,
this Sean Rourke,

he's not nearly smart enough
to stay hidden much longer.

Which means you don't have
a lot of time

to make a deal with me.

What are you offering?

You connect the dots
between Nagy,

"The Laughing Crane",
and the East 84th Street murder,

and I'll try
not to connect the dots

between you and Rourke.

I'll look the other way.

Or you make whatever deal
you gotta make with him

to keep his mouth shut.

Well, that's...
[knock at door]

Hey, Nick.

Hey, hey.

[pounding on door]

What?

What the hell, Ed?

His lawyer went around us
to the D.A.'s office.

They're shutting us down.

- Just... Just give me five
more minutes.

He's gonna make a deal.

- I can close him.
- No.

No?

You're a short and curly away
from a false arrest charge.

The number of people
who'll defend you

fit in a very small room.

So you're not screwing me?

You're just saving me
from myself?

Big part of my day,
every day.

Is this a bad time?

Depends on what you want.

State Troopers
found Sean Rourke on I-84.

Turned into a car chase,
then a foot pursuit.

But they lost him
in Poughkeepsie.

And?

He's got an ex-wife
in Poughkeepsie.

- Take Holly.
- I can go.

No, you can't.

You're on modified duty.

And why are you
still here anyway?

Go home.

That's what I'm gonna do.

- You going home?
- If that's okay with you.

Sure.

I guess.

No sign of Rourke yet.

Only ways in and out
are front and side door.

His ex-wife got home
an hour ago,

went inside,
turned on the TV.

Okay, we need anything,
we'll give you a call.

You know, Virgil
lets me take the shotgun seat.

I have long legs.

Do I look like Virgil?

A little around the eyes.

Now you look a lot like Virgil.

Do you mind
if I turn on the radio?

If it's that same emo crap you
listen to in the office, yes.

[clears throat]

Hey, Holly?

- What?
- Look at the car.

She left the air-conditioning
running so high,

it's still dripping.

So why'd she crack
the windows?

- Rourke's wife...
- Ex-wife.

Ex-wife.
Came home an hour ago.

Troopers chased Rourke,
lost him on foot

two hours ago.

What if he called her,
and she picked him up somewhere?

- Then dropped him off?
- What if she didn't?

She comes home, sees
the cops parked down the block,

doesn't wanna bolt
and look suspicious, so she...

Leaves him sweating
in the car,

rolls down the windows,
and goes inside.

Ex-wife.

You feeling this, or you just
don't want to let me sleep?

Mostly feeling this.

Sean! Run!

Police! Don't move!

Don't...
[trash can clangs]

Come on, dude!
You're losing!

You shot at me yesterday!

You think about how little
an excuse I'm looking for.

You're just riding by Harlem
at 1:00 a.m.?

You know how it is.

Brain gets working,
you can't sleep.

I didn't wanna wake Penny,
so got on the bike.

- Next thing I know...
- It's all right, man.

My brain's been bouncing too.

Yeah, I heard it was Burke
in that Brooklyn thing.

How's his head?

He's a tough kid.

Reminds me of you
in a lot of ways.

Good and bad.

Hey, Stan Nagy
was in the middle of it.

Trying to close out
that old man's murder

once and for all.

Looked him in his eye.

Nothing but hate, man.

Both ways.

What?

Nothing, nothing.

It's a good chapter to close.

I knew then what I know now,

we would have gone
all the way, partner.

Gotten that murder confession

instead of waiting
for that pail from major case

to lay down and die.

That's not how it went, Bobby.
You know that.

We were wrong.

You for what you did,

me for thinking
I was being a good partner

for not stopping you.

Cut plenty of corners
back in the day, G.

Wasn't bending rules, man.

- You broke the law.
- You wanna do that?

You wanna start going through
all the things we did,

which ones were legal,
which...

We screwed up a homicide.

We lost Nagy
over a trumped up burglary.

We cost us three years
of our career,

coming back
out of the wilderness.

So, what, now the cold days
are all on me?

- Hey!
- Hey, wait.

It had nothing to do
with the fact

that you were drunk
half the time,

and the other half, you...
you got heavy-handed.

Hey, man.

No, no.

You're right.

These days I dig up regrets
like dinosaur bones.

But I know there's
a difference

between fixing mistakes...

and trying to make 'em go away.

Thanks for the coffee.

Yeah.

[cell phone vibrates]

I wanna make a deal.

[chuckles]

Okay, two cops
and half a dozen witnesses

I.D.'d you shooting
Stan Nagy.

What kinda deal do you want?

Mikey gets killed,
then he goes silent on me.

Right's right.
I don't owe him anything.

Clean it up, Sean.

"Nick Sturgess gave me
and Mike Mallen 'x' dollars

to shoot 'y'."

Huh?

Start from the start.

Use names and go slow.

He...

Nagy had a beef with Nick

over something... Money.

He threatened Nick's daughter.

- I don't know her name.
- So Nick got nervous?

Nick got mad.

Laying off jewelry and TV sets?

Anyone knows there's not
a lot of future there.

But Sturgess offers us 25
to hit Nagy.

Suddenly Mikey's got this idea
he's gonna be a hit man.

You looked into
that mouth breather's eyes

and figured you'd get through
to him with an algebra problem?

Yeah, thought it was kind
of a good-cop/bad-cop thing or...

Is his statement
gonna be enough

to go after Sturgess?

It's enough to force Sturgess
to talk to me.

Place is empty.

You should take a look.

Thanks, Keith.

Hey, put in a call
to crime scene, okay?

Holly and Teddy
are at Sturgess's place.

Wife said he never came home.

Maybe he's running?

Or... Nagy got to him.

No, Nagy came in
through the window.

However he was patched up,
it ripped open.

He sat down.

Uh...

Yeah.

[panting]

Wrote Sturgess a note.

Nagy went out the same way
he came in.

Sturgess finds the note.

Unlocked.

Left in a hurry.

Empty.

Took cash?

And a gun too.

Nah, he's not running.

He's not paying off Nagy,

- but they're gonna meet up.
- Where?

Where does Nagy know
for sure Sturgess will show?

And get himself patched up
at the same time.

Clinic doesn't open
for a couple of hours.

But the front door is unlocked.

There's blood on the ground.

Esu is five minutes behind us.

Holly and Teddy are still
on the bridge.

You got a gun on you?

Yeah.

You're not supposed to.

No.

[gun clicks]

Call an ambulance.

He wouldn't let me.

Where's his gun?

Top drawer.

Stan.

You're dying.

You don't think I know that?

You killed me, you bastard.

It's time to come clean.

You and Sturgess.

There's no difference.

There's rules to be followed.

No, Stan.

The old man died.

Now you didn't mean to do it.

You got scared.

You didn't know
he was gonna die, right?

You and Sturgess.

[inhales sharply] There's
no difference!

You steal my life,
you steal my time.

No, no, no.
Tell me, tell me.

Tell me it was you, Stan.

Tell me that you were
the one that killed him.

- Just tell me it was you.
- Don't pay me.

You don't have to pay me.

Why did you pay him?
Don't pay him.

He's weak. [mumbles]

You didn't make me...

East 84th Street, Stan.

The old man. Tell me!

Tell me that you went in
and you robbed him

and you killed the man while
his grandson heard him scream.

The kid heard him scream, Stan!

- There was a kid there!
- East 84th street.

You didn't make me for that.

No, you just cheated.

Yeah, yeah, I did.

- Yeah.
- Okay, I cheated.

All right, I stole eight years
of your life.

- You beat me, you won.
- [Stan coughing]

So tell me how you beat me,
tell me how you won.

Eight years of my life.

I could've gone
through that window.

But I didn't go
through the window.

All right, I cheated.
I told you, I cheated already.

All right?
So just... Stan.

Stan, East 84th Street.

The old man,
you stole his art.

Just tell me.

Come on, man.

Come on, let's make this right.

Just say yes.

- The hell with you!
- Tell me how you beat me.

Tell me it was you!
Tell me you did it.

- Just say it!
- To hell with all of you.

Just say it.

Nagy, just say it.

You can kill me,
go ahead.

You can kill me.

- Please.
- Stan.

Stan.

You can't beat...
You can't beat...

You're dying.
Come on, man.

Just say it, just say it.

Nagy.

Nagy!

I tried to save him

after I watched him
kill my father.

It's because you're a doctor.

Yeah?

Is that why?

Did he say anything?

He was dying.

He was incoherent.

So he didn't know about you?

That you were the one who
returned "The Laughing Crane"?

Nick Sturgess is not gonna
return a $4 million painting

for $80,000.

He's not in that business.

It would take someone
with access.

Different priorities.

80,000 was enough to
put myself through med school.

Like I told the other detective,

I was going to do anything
to get out of that house.

He never said a word
about what I did.

Maybe that's what...

passed for love.

Maybe he understood me better
when I was a thief.

What happens now?

There's no law against
returning a stolen painting.

And not ratting out your dad.

Of course, if you had
the second picture,

maybe to remind yourself
of where you've been and...

what you've done,

to scare yourself
into being better?

At some point,
I would have to come after you.

I'd have to come after you.

Then again, only a fool
would spend eight years

dwelling on the wrong things
they did for the right reasons.

[grunts]

Teddy's in Central Booking
with Rourke.

Holly's at the M.E.
with the bodies.

Are you gonna sleep in
the locker room again tonight?

We were working a case.

I had to pull my weight.

And you killed a man.

It's okay for that
to mean something to you.

The next few weeks, months...

you're gonna find answers
to questions about yourself

you never even knew you had.

That's the pep talk?

[scoffs]

Pep talk is
you gotta go home.

And kiss your wife.

Kiss your kids.

And then you think
about the fact

that you could go home.

Which means you did
everything right on the street.

Yeah?

All right.

You call me
from your house phone

inside three hours.

Or don't come back.

[sighs]

[The National's "Fake Empire"]

I'm on a foot post,
4-5 and 8.

This guy comes out
of the Starling Hotel

flying on Meth.

He has this old .38.

Looks like he bought it off
Eliot Ness.

He lifts his gun.

I shoot him, twice,
center mass.

He just stands there.

Looks at me and says,

"What'd you do that for?

I was gonna kill myself anyway."

Puts a gun to his head,

pulls the trigger,

the gun misfires.

He sits down on the sidewalk,

says, "Man, this isn't my day."

[laughter]

Mm, I think Virgil
will come through it.

Yeah, he seems like the type.

Nagy kept saying I killed him.

I read your report.
He said a lot of things.

It wasn't the blood.

And it wasn't even the kid.

Though I kept telling myself
it was.

It was the toothbrush.

It was still in his hand

like he was gonna go back
to his grandson

and finish brushing his teeth
when it was over.

It was a watch for me.

A woman's wristwatch.

I still don't look
in the mirror

when I brush my teeth.

Well...

maybe tonight you will.

[sighs]

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