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.
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?
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.
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?
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?
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!
Down on the ground! Get down on the ground!
Get down!
10-13, shots fired, 574 Atlantic Avenue.
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
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.
Man.
Third apartment building he's cased tonight.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
He made us!
Give me your hands. Give me your hands!
Okay! Damn.
Okay! Okay!
- I didn't know you were cops. - Sure.
Just out for a walk?
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.
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.
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?
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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...
Hey, Nick.
Hey, hey.
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.
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...
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.
I wanna make a deal.
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'."
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.
Yeah.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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."
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.
Sync and corrected by Gianluca Belfiglio www.addic7ed.com