(rain falling)
(siren wailing in distance)
(thunder crashing)
(thunder crashes)
Thank you.
(groans)
How long she gonna be there?
Well, the wife's mother,
she's taking longer to die than we thought.
You said she never liked you.
No. I said
she thought I was the wrong guy.
Boy, that's good coffee.
Maybe not quite as good
as a macchiato after carbonara at Adriano's.
But, uh, certainly good coffee for fast-food coffee.
What's the name of this place again?
Franco's.
I didn't think the State Homicide Commander
- did stakeouts. - It's not a stakeout.
It feels like a stakeout.
No, I just want to see how long this guy's
gonna stay in there.
- Because...? - Because
I didn't think he'd stay in there this long.
Franco's had pizza-- should I go back?
I told you we had to make a stop.
You did.
We'll have dinner at Adriano's.
Tonight?
Tonight.
Okay?
(gunshots)
(gunshots ricocheting)
(last gunshot echoes)
# #
(windshield wipers whooshing rhythmically)
(gunshot)
# #
(woman speaks indistinctly over P.A.)
We've managed to stabilize him.
If he makes it, we'll have to open him up again
when he's stronger.
That's all we know.
(sighs)
You're a member of Mr. Healy's immediate family?
It's Captain Healy,
and no, I'm not, and his wife is in Seattle.
Someone has to sign for his valuables--
his badge, his gun.
- I'll take them. - You a fellow officer?
Yes.
Can I see your badge?
It's in a drawer.
You were with him?
Yes.
That his blood on you?
Some of it.
I'll get them.
(seabirds crying)
(door opens)
Morning.
She's interviewing
the candidate, Lou.
I'm Jesse.
I know.
You keep calling me Lou, Suitcase,
I'm going to call you Luther.
Why would I call you Lou, Jesse?
Sorry I'm late.
Chief Stone, William Butler.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, Rose, I didn't mean to interrupt.
Yeah, we were up
to the Boston PD, which you left in...
Uh, May 2002.
At which point I moved to Springfield
and joined the force there.
I was the CJIS, uh, liaison to the staties.
What is CJIS liaison to the staties?
Criminal Justice Information Services.
Computers?
Yes, but I want to get back to hands-on policing.
Well, we're hands-on here.
(sighs) I guess... I guess that's all,
unless you have anything, Jesse.
I do.
Did you leave your last two jobs, or were you let go?
I beg your pardon?
You didn't hear me?
I heard you.
I left.
Thank you very much,
Mr. Butler. It was a pleasure.
We'll let you know.
Where were you?
I got stuck in traffic.
From your house?
No, from Boston.
What did you think?
Well, he has a very impressive résumé.
- I don't like him. - Why not?
He's overqualified.
Well, so were you.
SUIT: Jesse, Carter Hansen wants to see you
over at City Hall.
- Did he say why? - No.
My sense is that it's urgent.
HANSEN: Any comment?
They misspelled "Healy."
Well, they got your name right.
Another shooting incident.
What were you doing there?
Talking to a friend.
Did this stakeout
have anything to do with Paradise?
- It wasn't a stakeout. - Did it have
anything to do with this town?
No.
You were moonlighting.
Actually, I was drinking coffee.
When the town council hired you,
we made it clear
that the Paradise chief of police
does not have a 9:00 to 5:00 job.
I know that.
And with the departure of Officer DeAngelo,
it's more important than ever
for you to be here.
To show the flag, so to speak.
So, um...
how did the interview go this morning?
What interview?
Candidate seems highly qualified.
I don't think hiring your son-in-law
- is a good idea. - Strike that.
For the record, Paradise promotes tourism, not crime.
Crime is bad for business,
and some of your exploits
garner headlines that we don't need
and we don't appreciate.
I see it as my job not to look the other way.
Well, I've called a meeting of the full council
for 10:00 tomorrow morning.
Good for you.
We can fire you.
You can.
But you can't tell me what to do.
(speaking faintly, indistinctly)
Mrs. Healy called.
She just got back.
She said, "Thanks for saving his life."
She told me what happened.
Why didn't you?
Old habit.
Who's that?
I don't know.
No one tells me anything around here.
ROSE: Jesse.
Why don't you come in, Suit?
Can I?
You can.
ROSE: Jesse, this is Elizabeth Blue.
Her baby was kidnapped a few years ago.
She thinks he might be in Paradise.
Where was the baby kidnapped?
ROSE: Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Little Boy Blue.
It was all over
the news.
That was quite a while ago, wasn't it?
December 28, 2000.
Seven years.
Wasn't the body recovered?
You know this case?
Know of.
That wasn't my baby.
I thought the body
was identified.
My husband...
A baby's body was found in a dry riverbed
near the Mexican border.
It had the hospital
wristband on it.
But it was...
Decomposed?
My husband had the remains buried.
He didn't think that I was strong enough to see it.
ROSE: And you think your son
is alive and here in Paradise.
I know it.
You got a feeling.
ROSE: Why do you think
he's here, Elizabeth?
I received an anonymous letter.
It said...
"Your child is loved."
ROSE: And it was postmarked Paradise?
JESSE: Did you get
any other letters?
Yes.
From other places?
Yes.
How many?
Hundreds.
SUIT: So, why Paradise?
Because this one
haunts me.
"Your child is loved."
I just want my son back.
Mrs. Blue, anybody could have written that letter.
You're looking
at the entire Paradise police force.
A letter like that...
I don't think there's anything we can do to help you.
I'm sorry.
(sniffles)
I have to get back
to Boston in the morning.
I have to be in Albuquerque for work,
and I can't miss my bus.
(gunshots)
(firing stops)
If you have to use that, you're going to have problems.
- Safety's on the wrong side. - Safety's on the wrong side.
You could install an ambidextrous safety.
I don't like them.
They break too easily.
Too much torque.
You're doing a lot better, Rose.
That one would have definitely
ruined someone's evening.
ROSE: When were you planning on
telling me you were shot?
Clearly I didn't need to.
Why do I get the feeling that's only one shoe?
You're not even gonna try to look for that woman's baby?
This is a small town; how hard can it be?
That kidnapping was all over the news, Rose.
This is a small town.
Exactly.
SUIT: Someone would have noticed
a new baby without a pregnancy, Rose.
Maybe they didn't move here until later.
Just so they could send an incriminating letter?
Who's "they" and how do you find them?
I don't know.
What do you think, Suit?
What do I think or what do I feel, Lou?
Either one.
I feel the baby's dead.
(frogs croaking, insects chittering)
# #
(sighs softly)
ROSE: Jesse, where are you?
He's been sitting here for half an hour.
I guess I'll start the interview without you.
You need to get a cell phone.
(click, beep)
JENN: Jesse.
It's Jenn.
I...
(phone ringing)
I need you to call me tonight.
It's about Elliot.
I was hoping to talk to you.
I...
Hello.
JENN: Hello, Jesse.
Hello, Jenn.
How are you?
Fine.
Are you alone?
No. I'm talking with you, Jenn.
Are you drinking?
I'm having my first of two scotches.
Jesse, why do you drink when you're alone?
You sound like your psychiatrist.
He's your psychiatrist, Jesse.
Okay.
Jesse, I still care about you.
It's about Elliot.
He wants me to move in with him.
Okay.
How do you feel about that?
How do I feel about that?
It would be unethical.
What are you talking about?
A Hollywood weather girl living with her producer.
(click)
(sighs softly)
(receiver rattles)
What are you looking at?
(thunder rumbles softly)
# #
So you know who the shooter was?
JESSE: Healy couldn't say.
Is he gonna make it?
I don't know. I'm going in this morning.
Did you hit the guy?
I would say yes,
with my second shot.
It's got to have something to do with
who he was staking out.
Did he tell you who?
He got evasive.
You know.
You were a cop.
Which means it has something to do
with who he was staking out.
Jenn's moving in with her producer.
Elliot?
The guy who had sex
with my wife two days after
our "let's get acquainted with my new boss" dinner.
So how do you feel about that?
How do I feel about that?
I don't know.
Maybe you should ask Suitcase.
He didn't make Jenn do it, did he?
He's on my list.
What list is that?
Jenn called you before I started here.
Yeah, she did.
What'd she tell you?
I can't tell you that.
What can you tell me?
I can tell you that
two drinks alone at night is a lousy rule.
It's not a rule.
Exactly.
So did you go in the tank after she called?
Almost.
- So you called me. - Yeah.
Why?
Because I really like you.
Why don't you kiss my ass?
(sighs)
Every time we start to figure something out,
you make some wise-ass remark or you take a hike on me.
(sighs)
Who kidnaps babies?
What?
I want to know who kidnaps babies.
It's my time.
I pay you 165 bucks an hour.
180 bucks an hour.
Is this something we're investigating?
No.
In the old days, it was people who couldn't have babies
or had lost a baby.
Nowadays, it's a service industry.
People steal babies to sell them.
Or their parts.
Why so early?
I got a town council meeting.
They're on your ass.
Small town.
Police department down to three.
Well...
two and one with his hand tied
behind his back.
Suit's on light ad.
Actually, it's one and two people with
one hand tied behind their back.
You're up to your shorts in an attempted murder or murder
of a police officer.
Two police officers.
You fired your weapon; you're gonna need
- a good lawyer. - It's just Internal Affairs.
Exactly. You're gonna need a good lawyer.
Did you get shot in the arm?
Yes.
Did they give you a sling?
Yes.
So you're choosing not to help yourself get better.
I sense a parable.
(woman talking quietly)
(door opens)
Come on in, Jesse.
PERKINS: This is great.
Excuse me?
This is my first non- fatal bullet wound.
You're lucky.
No bone, just soft tissue.
Looks like they did a good job.
No infection.
Stitches have pulled a little bit.
Should be okay if you're careful.
Shouldn't you have a sling?
They said I didn't need one.
Pediatricians don't deliver babies.
No, we attend the birth.
How hard is it to access birth records, Doc?
Big city, you'd need some sort of court order, but here...
Why?
No reason.
I see you got new business cards.
"Peter Perkins.
Pediatrician/Medical Examiner."
I'm proud to be
your medical examiner.
But you keep them in a little plastic hippo.
What can I say?
You made me a hyphenate.
I'm proud of being a pediatrician, too.
Sorry.
I was fighting crime.
Chief Stone, losing Officer DeAngelo
was a serious blow
to the Paradise Police Department.
Yeah, in the last month, Officer Gammon wrote 47 tickets,
Officer DeAngelo wrote 174 tickets,
Officer Simpson was on light administrative duties,
and you wrote six.
I'm the police chief.
DeAngelo was the Babe Ruth of parking tickets.
And you drove him out.
I may have.
Why?
I didn't like him.
So, uh, how's Officer Simpson doing?
I'd like to release him from light ad.
No adverse effects from the coma?
None.
We'll take it under consideration.
Who's manning the entrance to town?
- The speed trap? - Now, strike that.
No one.
Why not?
I don't think it's ethical.
Brings in a lot of revenue.
You like movies, Chief Stone?
Good ones.
Yeah.
Well, we think you police this town
like a cowboy sheriff in a bad movie.
We think?
I think you're making up your own rules.
Like Little Bill Daggett.
Excuse me?
Gene Hackman in Unforgiven.
I would prefer that
you think of me as a benevolent Gene Hackman.
Boy, that was a good movie.
Well, cinema commentary aside, Morris...
Get this, Chief Stone.
We know we can't fire you
without notice, but we do have other options.
You could be suspended.
We could dock your pay.
But whatever we choose to do, consider yourself warned.
(school bell ringing)
(kids shouting playfully)
# #
JESSE: It's hard to move on.
I had a few questions.
You changed your mind?
No, I didn't.
You said you got a letter.
This the original envelope?
Yes, Chief Stone.
Jesse.
Why would somebody write you five years later?
As you know, the press had a field day
with my baby's kidnapping.
"Little Boy Blue" was
just too good a headline.
I think the story finally disappeared
when a pop singer went into rehab for the 14th time.
A cable station did a fifth-anniversary show.
And they asked me about my son.
And you said you had a feeling your son was still alive.
I still do.
And that started the letters?
That inspired that letter.
Why'd you wait so long after receiving it?
My husband kept it from me.
He didn't think I should see it.
How did you feel about that?
I left him.
Because of this letter?
Our marriage had deteriorated to such a point that...
Basically, yes.
(girl laughing nearby)
MAN (over P.A.): Bus number 24 westbound service to Philadelphia,
Knoxville, Little Rock, Albuquerque...
I have to go back to work.
Now boarding at platform A-C.
Send me everything you have overnight.
You'll find my son?
I didn't say that.
His name is Adam.
Eileen? (monitor beeping)
I don't know, Eileen.
Captain Healy, everything's okay.
Eileen?
You're gonna be feeling some gas,
it's okay to release it.
I'll stay anyway.
Press that if anything happens.
(distant phone ringing)
Eileen?
Could I have some...
some ice?
How close was I?
You were definitely circling the drain.
So who do you think shot you?
I didn't see the shooter.
Did you?
I think I shot him.
Did you know him?
Not in silhouette.
I ran everybody in the building.
No priors.
Who were you staking out?
Oh... don't get into that.
- I have to. - Why?
Because he shot me, too.
Come here.
I was keeping
an eye on my nephew.
Okay.
My sister thinks
he's having an affair with his saxophone
teacher.
Okay.
He's 18, she's 35.
So, was he?
Hmm.
So, tell me...
Did you ever have an affair with an older woman?
Yes.
You?
Yes.
Bear any psychological scars?
No.
Just fond memories.
Uh-huh. (chuckles)
So who do you think shot you?
I haven't a clue.
Okay.
(mechanical whirring)
(dial tone)
This is Jim Kennedy, the governor's chief of staff.
The governor was just visiting the state homicide commander
who's recovering from his second surgery in two days,
and we seem to be missing something here.
We're missing 24-hour police protection.
Do it.
(footsteps approaching)
Where were you?
Out drinking all night.
Give me a straight answer, you son of a bitch.
Healy's going to live.
I'm sorry, Jesse.
If he survives the gas.
You are a son of a bitch.
I want to find Little Boy Blue.
Well, if you find him,
- see if he took a shot at Healy. - Somebody wrote
that letter; they know where he is.
The baby is in his grave.
And if he's not, he could be anyplace.
The letter tells us nothing.
It said, "Your child is loved."
- Is loved. - As in:
God loves all children.
Or as in: the writer is crazy.
Jesse, she came all this way
on hope.
2,000 miles on a bus.
Don't you think we owe her?
What if he lived here and moved away?
What if he never lived here but just stopped by
to mail the letter?
What if some vacationing tourist
decided to send an encouraging note?
Jesse, I know I'm not an experienced
cop like you, but what are we
doing here if we won't look for a little lost boy?
You can only do what you can do.
But he might be here!
She needs to know
that somebody did absolutely
everything they could to find him.
I can't justify opening up a seven-year-old,
out-of-state kidnapping.
We have to try!
I won't.
Paradise is my last stop, Rose.
There's nowhere to go from here.
Then I'm going to do it.
On my own time.
I can't stop you.
Yes, you can.
But I won't.
Good.
What are you thinking?
I was thinking, if I ever get kidnapped,
I hope you're on the case.
(distant siren wailing)
(squeaking)
Could the shooter have been after you?
- No. - Because?
Why go after me from the driver's side?
- Did you discharge your weapon? - I did.
How many discharges?
Two.
Any shooting incidents in LA Homicide?
- Yes. - How many?
- One. - Fatality?
Are you asking me or reading about it?
Chief Stone, you have been police chief of Paradise
for almost three years.
That's correct.
How many shooting incidents?
Six.
Four.
Twice, the sentence was carried out for me.
"The sentence," now that's an interesting take on police work.
Four.
Fatalities?
Four.
A rather conspicuous use of deadly force.
Why use deadly force if it isn't deadly?
Chief Stone, you are aware...
That, as a good guy,
I'm responsible for every round
from the moment it leaves the barrel
until it reaches its final resting place.
You said you think you may have hit the assailant
- with one shot? - That's correct.
Where did the other one go, Chief Stone?
Jesse.
Where did the other one go, Chief Stone?
Into a brick wall.
How long have you been in Internal Affairs?
Almost three years.
Ever been in the field, Officer Greenstreet?
Sidney.
You ever been in the field, Sidney?
I have, Jesse.
You ever shot anybody, Sidney?
I have.
It's...
Disturbing.
Are you married, Sidney?
Divorced.
As are you.
Jesse.
MAN: Keep 'em up.
To the body, to the body.
Hello.
And you are?
You don't remember me?
I remember the hat.
PPD.
Paradise.
I'd like to speak to Mr. Fish.
Mr. Fish is not in.
Alan.
- You remember me! - Alan...
he's right over there.
Mr. Fish is not in.
If Mr. Fish were in, I think I'd know about it.
Jesse Stone.
Mr. Fish is in.
I had nothing to do with shooting Captain Healy.
Actually, I was hoping
you could help me acquire some methamphetamines.
I read about it in the paper.
Shooting cops is bad for business.
Exactly.
You hear things.
Oh, I hear lots of things.
Why would I tell you?
Because you really like me.
- I didn't shoot anyone. - I know.
So why do you come to me?
You're the only mobster I know.
You knew my friend Leo Finn.
And you killed him.
Actually, his bodyguard killed him.
Lovey Norris
was trying to shoot you.
How do you know?
Assumption.
Good assumption.
Suffice it to say, but for
your exasperating directness,
my friend would still be alive.
He wasn't your friend.
Colleague.
We went to the same church.
You were choir boys together?
I didn't say that.
So you won't help me.
No.
You could keep your eyes and ears open.
I always do.
It was nice to see you, Jesse Stone.
(trainer speaking indistinctly)
Come on, come on.
How's the crime scene at Paradise Doughnuts.
Under constant surveillance.
I feel doughnuts certify one's copness.
No coffee?
My body's a temple.
Want one?
My body's a temple.
You just getting back from Boston?
How do you know I was in Boston?
Information's out there;
all you have to do is let it in.
So who shot Healy?
I have no idea.
My sense is it had something
- to do with the stakeout. - It had
nothing to do with the stakeout.
So you think.
So Healy knows.
Oh.
He was monitoring a saxophone lesson,
which leaves me nowhere.
Stir the pot.
We going after this?
I'm going after this.
You still seeing Cissy Hathaway?
What do you mean?
Well, she's older...
How'd you know?
The information's out there.
All you have to do is let it in.
You feel damaged in any way?
No.
Cissy teach you anything?
A lot.
Well, there you go.
How'd the town council meeting go?
You pick a fight?
No.
Maybe we should start manning the speed trap.
I don't like the speed trap.
I know, the speed trap isn't ethical.
Speeding is speeding, Jesse.
It's the law.
The speed limit changes and nobody can see the sign.
Exactly.
You want to man it, man it.
(thunder rumbling, rain falling)
Getting shot didn't slow you down.
How do you know?
Guess we'll have to wait till you're healed and try again.
I like the word "again."
So, Sidney...
Did your wife remarry, Jesse?
No, Sidney.
Now that we've had sex,
do you think we could stop with the whole first name ping-pong?
Of course, Sidney.
I just like saying it.
Who was Healy staking out?
You're interrogating me in your underwear.
I'm asking you a question.
It wasn't a stakeout.
My husband just told me his new wife is having a baby.
My wife--
ex-wife-- just moved in with her boyfriend.
So we're both feeling kind of disposable and in desperate need
of consolation and would be inclined to turn a casual something
into more than it was.
On the other hand, there's nothing wrong with consolation
So you think we should be careful.
I think we should...
carefully do this again.
Pals who have sex.
I've heard it described as that.
I like you, Sidney.
You're the first person I've met on the entire East Coast
who's more afraid of commitment than I am.
Ever had sex with a younger man, Sidney?
Why do you ask?
I'm conducting a survey.
Nothing to say to each other afterwards,
but the young man had a hell of a ride.
I'll let myself out.
Don't get up.
I prefer to think of you lying there in your afterglow.
# #
(reporters clamoring)
(camera shutters snapping)
Overwhelming evidence points in the other direction,
but there is no doubt in my mind
that that baby was switched for Adam.
MAN: Do you have any proof?
ELIZABETH: I just know.
(rain patters in distance)
# #
(alarm beeping)
(beeping stops)
(birds chirping)
(sniffing)
(chain saw revving)
(footsteps approaching)
You're early.
You're earlier.
You have a phone message on your desk.
Who was it?
He wouldn't say.
I've been up all night; I couldn't sleep.
- How do I do it, Jesse? - I use scotch.
How do I find Adam?
- What have you got? - I don't have anything.
- We always have something. - We?
Figure of speech.
Just start at the beginning.
December 28, 2000,
Adam Blue is born.
The next day he disappears
from his hospital bed in Albuquerque.
Remains with his wrist ID
end up near the Mexican border six months later.
The authorities assume
the kidnappers escaped across the border.
Well, they wanted
a closed case, Feds'll do that.
You know... that river runs from Albuquerque
right down to where the body was found.
How do you know that?
I played Triple-A ball in Albuquerque.
Anyway, it all but dries up in the summer.
They find a body snagged on a branch,
but it could have been dumped in Mesita or anywhere upstream.
Is Mesita where the body was found?
It's a little town-- 923 people.
No medical examiner, no tests,
no ID except for the father.
How do you know this?
What's this?
Some stuff.
Where'd you get it?
Mailman.
It's from Albuquerque.
When did you talk to the mother?
You believe the boy's alive.
No,
I don't, but I do believe
Elizabeth deserves a decent investigation.
She sure hasn't gotten one so far.
She needs to move on.
The only thing that'll let her is certainty.
So you're going to help me?
No.
Well, it seems to me we could find
a seven-year-old boy a lot quicker
if we were working on this together.
Well, what do you need me for? You've just narrowed it down
by age and gender. What else do you know?
There are 40,000 seven-year-old boys in this state.
And how many in Essex County?
- 5,000. - And how many in Paradise?
About 67.
Well, just find out where they were born.
You know, you keep this up,
you'll make detective someday.
We don't have detectives.
No, but if we did...
Be careful with that.
- What is it? - A letter.
Mmm.
Thank you for not wearing
your stupid hat.
The hat in and of itself is not stupid.
Because?
Because I designed it.
Ah. Would you excuse us for a moment, Alan?
(snaps fingers)
Please.
There, uh, there might be
somebody...
who works for somebody.
Would the somebody who works for somebody
be involved in prostitution?
Mm-hmm.
Teenage prostitution.
I've heard you have scruples about that.
Where on earth would you get such an idea?
From Captain Healy,
our gravely-wounded friend.
He's not a friend.
This...
somebody... might hold a grudge.
(sighs)
Do you have a name?
Oh, you do your job, you'll figure it out.
Everybody says that.
You a Red Sox fan, Gino?
When they're winning.
Well, you know, the hardest thing to hit is a triple.
With your scruples
about prostitution, you give up drugs
and gambling...
that would be a triple.
You can leave now, Jesse Stone.
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct conversation)
Talk to me.
Sister Mary John.
Jesse Stone.
You're a long way from Paradise.
Why would you remember me?
You caught the killer of one of my girls.
You're in my good book.
- You have a bad book? - Oh, yeah.
I'm looking for someone in there.
You want a coffee?
I would never turn down such an offer, Sister.
In my line of work,
I find it best to be totally honest.
I remembered you
because I saw your name in the paper.
I'm hurt.
This is about the shooting?
It is.
Whoever did it was involved in teenage prostitution.
How do you know?
I can't tell you.
My girls aren't always prostitutes.
I know that.
I think you're a good guesser.
And you need a good guesser?
I do.
I'm looking for someone capable of conduct without conscience.
And who runs a string of pimps?
- That's correct. - Bixy Chapelle.
Bixy Chapelle is the boss.
I'm looking for a guy who works for him.
Somebody who likes to get even.
Pauly Palmieri,
Teddy Leaf,
Winston Monroe.
How do you know?
They're on my list.
They've all had girls disappear.
(sighs)
Thank you.
I know you're a nun, but maybe we could have dinner sometime.
I'd like that.
I know you won't give him up,
but maybe you could tell me who it isn't.
Pauly Palmieri, Teddy Leaf,
Winston Monroe.
One and three.
MAN: Hey, brother, you got any spare change?
No, do you?
How many quarters you got?
Six.
I'll give you five bucks for them.
You're welcome.
ROSE: Jesse, where are you?
I paged you.
- That was you? - That was me.
Councilman Comden dropped by.
Oh, he's okay.
How do you know?
He likes movies.
Listen, is Suitcase there?
No, he's out manning the speed trap.
Showing the flag.
How's he doing?
Well, he called me on his
cell phone and said he hasn't
written a single ticket.
Does he know why?
No.
- Well, don't tell him. - Don't tell him what?
Never mind.
I took Doc Perkins the names of all
the seven-year-old boys in the Paradise school system,
and he was at the birth of every one of them.
Small town.
He said you brought the subject up.
Hey, what about the home-schooled kids?
Well, how would you find them?
I guess I'd have to talk to the school board.
Yeah, their parents
would need a permit.
Carter Hansen's wife
is chairman of the school board.
Do you want him to know that we're investigating
a seven-year-old out-of-state kidnapping?
You're investigating a seven-year-old
out-of-state kidnapping.
You'll find a way, Rose.
(hangs up)
(saxophone playing slow tune)
(stops playing)
(Healy sighs)
Eileen thought I was looking
a little peaked.
So, I'm taking some sun.
I'm like a character in Little Women.
Oh, this is
my nephew, Michael.
Michael... he's on his way to a saxophone lesson.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
Jesse. You enjoying your saxophone lessons, Michael?
I'm learning a lot.
I'll bet you are.
And he's getting
better and better.
You must have a good teacher.
Um, I should get going, um...
It's, uh, nice to meet you, sir.
You're, uh, blocking my light.
The IA lady came by.
Greenstreet.
She question you?
Yeah.
She's a babe.
I didn't notice.
You don't think she's attractive?
I heard a name: Teddy Leaf.
Thinks he's a tough guy.
Tries to prove it by beating on his women.
He once punched a kid named Linny Dale
so many times, her heart stopped.
Did you nail him for it?
No, I didn't have enough.
I got him on a lesser.
Couldn't let it go?
Wouldn't let it go.
You think he shot me?
Us.
You think he shot us?
Hell, I have no idea.
For a while I thought your nephew shot us.
It's just a guess.
It's a good guess.
One problem.
He's doing a nickel in Concord.
Okay...
Your bust?
My bust.
But then the Boston PD
would know that.
But a hot-shot sheriff
from Paradise wouldn't.
Leaf is a bad guy,
and you have no authority here.
I'm still
State Homicide Commander.
And I'm telling you:
Do not pursue this.
Hey, I'm just a small-town cop.
Mostly, I give out parking tickets.
I'm telling you not to pursue this.
I have plans this evening.
This won't take long.
What makes you so sure?
I need you to run a name for me.
Is that all you need?
No, but it'll have to do.
What's the name?
Teddy Leaf.
We already brought him in for questioning.
I thought he was in Concord.
He got out on parole a month ago.
(sighing): You take his shirt off?
No, just yours.
He came in with his attorney.
He has an airtight, triple-witness alibi.
A family function.
There's nothing we can do.
You could give me his picture.
That's probably unethical.
That hasn't stopped us so far.
You're a bad boy.
I am.
SIDNEY: There's Teddy.
Could you print that for me?
And there's haunts and associates.
Print that.
JESSE: That's illegal.
It's okay.
I'm a doctor.
Great coffee.
Where do you get it?
You're in my chair.
It's a lot better than my coffee.
You want to wear my hat?
Where you been?
Fighting crime.
Where you been?
Working on the shooting?
Yes.
Why are you here?
Did you find the trigger?
I got a name.
He's got an airtight alibi.
Airtight's where all the fun begins.
Guy's got two felony convictions in LA.
I'd just get him on something else and put him away for good.
Why not here?
No three strikes.
Two-time loser gets pinched
for anything more than littering,
and a judge can put him away for a long time.
I spent a lot of time in an office like this
when I was a cop.
You miss it?
Every day.
You could go back.
Toxic for me.
Me, too.
Nothing happens here.
You okay?
You got plans tonight?
That don't involve me and network TV?
Yeah.
No.
I'll buy you dinner.
I'd like that.
(children speaking indistinctly)
I'm taking you off light ad, Suit.
You mean it?
Yes.
The town council okay it?
They will.
How about a doughnut, Rose?
They're coply.
Jesse?
My body's a temple.
Clearly, you have transcended.
Suit, I need you to do me a favor.
Anything, Jesse.
He's not here, Jesse.
I talked to the school board.
I told Hansen's wife I was thinking of home-schooling my youngest.
She gave me all the names. There are no seven-year-old boys.
There aren't even six or eight-year-old boys.
Well, maybe you need to
expand the search.
Check seven-year-olds in Swampscott and Beverly.
But the letter was mailed from Paradise.
You've been looking for someone who's here
in the second grade. You need to be looking
for someone who was in kindergarten two years ago.
Because?
The only way I'd write a letter like that would be
if I was moving, leaving town for good.
If that letter was postmarked two years ago,
you need to check enrollment two years ago.
I need to go back to the beginning.
(indistinct conversations)
You showing the flag?
They need to see you in the trenches, Jesse.
I wrote four tickets.
Four parking tickets.
Nothing at the speed trap?
You know, there was a tree in front of the sign,
and somebody cut it down.
A vandal?
A police chief.
Okay.
This guy Teddy Leaf's a real creature of habit.
He eats lunch at 12:00 at the same place every day.
And whoever drew up his haunts list did a fine job, but
I added a timeline.
That's good police work, Suit.
I really appreciate this. I feel like I'm all the way
back, Lou.
Just don't tell the town council where you were.
Jesse, Eric Morton.
Born December 28, 2000.
Same day as
Adam Blue.
- Parents? - Um...
Stephanie Morton, mother.
No father listed.
Is there a work address?
I don't want to talk in front of the kid.
It could be just a coincidence.
Cops don't like coincidences.
You think he's alive.
I want him to be.
Did you draw me in, or did I do it to myself?
It's just who you are, Jesse.
ROSE: Excuse me?
- Are you Stephanie Morton? - Yeah.
I'm Chief Stone, this is Officer Gammon.
- Hi. - Is there a problem?
Do you own a green Dodge?
STEPHANIE: Yeah.
Have you used it today?
- No. - What about lunch?
I make my own.
I have a vegetable garden.
Jesse, we don't need to bother this...
Excuse me, Rose.
Uh, a green Dodge was used
in the holdup of a convenience store.
We didn't get the license number, so
we're just checking every one that we can.
Have you loaned your car to anyone, Stephanie?
STEPHANIE: No.
Is this your son?
Yeah, that's my Eric.
He's gorgeous.
Rose, do you mind?
Could your husband have taken the car?
I'm not married.
I-I-I... don't know who Eric's father is.
I had a lot of issues back then.
Drugs and...
Eric changed all that.
From the first time I held him in my arms, he...
Well...
listen, um, I don't think there's anything to be
concerned about.
There's probably a hundred
green Dodges in the county.
So, thank you.
Nice to meet you, Stephanie.
We could have pushed harder.
If she thinks we suspect, she could run.
Should we talk to the son?
What's he gonna tell us?
We can't risk it.
Jesse, what if this is a coincidence?
You take any group of 23 kids,
and odds are, two of them will have the same birthday.
You made that up.
- No, I didn't. - How do you know?
I just know.
You know, if we're wrong about this,
we damage a couple lives.
So, what are we going to do?
Knock on doors.
Accumulate data.
But she did it.
She's the one.
Last call?
I'm good.
(quiet chatter, pool balls clacking)
(indistinct chatter)
(quiet laugh)
(water dripping)
(belt buckle clinking)
(toilet flushing)
(groans)
You shot me.
Who the hell are you?
State Homicide. Let me see your hands.
(panting)
I believe you know the position.
(panting)
(grunts)
You got a badge?
(grunts)
(heavy breathing)
Yeah? So?
You armed?
No. That'd be a violation of my parole.
(grunting)
You a little sore there, Teddy?
I'm the one who shot you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You tried to kill my friend.
I've already been through this with the Boston cops.
I saw you.
And I have three people that saw me elsewhere.
Well, I got a witness-- a reluctant witness--
but we got him on a drug charge.
He'll give you up.
Just when things were going so well for you.
I'll see you around, Teddy.
(labored breathing)
(knocking)
(children laughing nearby)
I'm here.
Oh. Sorry to bother you, ma'am.
Oh, it's no problem.
Rose Gammon. Paradise Police.
(horn honking)
(distant siren)
(sighs)
ROSE: We were told that a green Dodge
was parked outside all night long.
Could you verify that?
Oh, Stephanie's car.
Oh, sure.
It's always there.
How long have you lived here, Mrs...?
Steinberg.
I've lived here forever.
(laughs)
Well, the green Dodge was involved
in the holdup of a convenience store,
and we just wanted to be sure that hers hadn't been stolen.
Hmm. Well, I don't sleep well.
It was here all night.
Okay. Good.
Thank you.
We already interviewed Mrs. Morton.
She seems very nice.
Well, a freeze-dried hippy.
- Oh. - But she, uh,
turned her life around.
How long has she lived here?
Stephanie grew up in that house.
Her mother gave it to her when Eric was born.
When was that?
Oh, six, seven years ago now.
I remember when she brought the baby
home from the hospital.
I mean, from the airport.
I told her, you don't go flying around
at Christmas as big
as a house.
But she went anyway.
Some nonsense about it being her last
shot at freedom.
And sure enough,
in the middle of nowhere, she goes into labor
and has the baby.
Can you remember where in the middle of nowhere
was?
Somewhere out west.
Um, Colorado, Utah, New Mexico.
Such a lovely boy.
(phone ringing)
I know you're married, but maybe we could have an affair.
Jesse, it's her.
She had a baby boy in Albuquerque,
New Mexico, on December 28, 2000.
His birth certificate said she named him Eric.
His death certificate said he lived less than a day.
She put Adam's wristband on her baby's body.
What do we do?
We've got to be careful. The media gets a hold of this,
they'll see to it that the world knows before Elizabeth does.
To me, that's backwards.
Jesse...
She's not going anywhere, Rose.
I need you to trust me on this.
I got to go.
(jackhammer buzzes nearby)
(dog barking)
(horn honking)
(jackhammering continues)
(tires screeching in distance)
(garbled radio transmission)
(distant siren wails)
JESSE: I need some help.
A Paradise town
councilman called.
Some guy named Hansen?
He asked for my report.
Did you give it to him?
No.
He also wanted to know if you've been
using their cruiser on your trips to Boston.
I don't have a car anymore.
They know that.
You're on thin ice, Jesse.
They're building a case against you.
How do you know?
I'm Internal Affairs. It's what I do.
He did it.
Leave him alone.
I know how you work.
You set people up.
You're going to take him
in an alley and shoot him?
Legally, we can't
touch him.
I don't operate under
the same constraints.
I got a friend in the hospital passing blood.
You cross the line, I'll put you away.
(garbled radio transmission)
State Homicide.
I need a car.
Marked or unmarked?
Unmarked.
(tires squealing)
(engine revving)
(tires screech)
(rolling thunder)
Did you park in front?
Yes.
Could we go someplace where it's dry?
No. Talk to me for a while.
Why?
I need you not to ask
- any questions. - Why?
That's a question.
I want you to have plausible deniability.
- Why? - I can't tell you.
- Why? - Because if
I tell you, you can't plausibly deny knowing it.
- But you know it. - Yes.
- (sighs) - Don't look around.
Do you have the two keys?
Yes.
Give me one.
(rolling thunder)
Now shake my hand.
Okay... go to 3A and use the key.
Where'd you get it?
From a saxophone teacher.
Will the saxophone teacher explain?
No, she's not there.
- Because? - Because I don't
want her to be.
Turn on the lights and leave.
Go out the front door, get in your car and go home.
That's it?
That's it.
You don't want me to stay for backup?
I want you to give me your word you'll do as I asked, Suitcase.
You'll explain to me one day, won't you, Lou?
Yes, I will, Luther.
Oh.
You have any quarters?
Thanks.
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(thud) (grunts)
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OPERATOR: 911 Emergency.
There's a guy breaking into my building.
He's got a gun.
407 Arthur.
Help me, please.
(frogs croaking)
(birdcalls)
(chimes tinkling)
(footsteps)
Hello, Jesse.
I've been
expecting you.
Rose.
Did you find the green Dodge?
How long have you known?
Not long.
Why didn't you run?
Come in.
I want to show you something.
I don't expect you to understand.
I devoted my whole life
to Eric.
I left it just the way it was the day he died.
You don't know, do you?
ROSE: "Thin Ice Kills Boy.
"Lewiston, Maine.
"In front of a hundred
"helpless locals skating on Lake Webb last weekend,
"a five-year-old vacationing tourist fell
"through a weak spot in the ice and died.
"Eric Morton's mother, Stephanie,
"suffered from extreme hypothermia
"and abrasions when she jumped in trying to save him.
'It was a horrible, tragic accident,'
"Fire Chief Ned Williams said
"in a hastily-arranged press conference.
'Any death of a chi...'"
It was an accident.
She sent that letter the day after he died.
"Your child is loved."
They were here, hiding in plain sight.
# #
You can only do what you can do, Jesse.
It happened on my watch.
You got a registered letter.
I signed for it.
It's...
it's from the town council.
Read it.
Read it out loud.
(envelope tearing)
"This is to officially inform you
"that you are suspended without pay,
pending an official review."
(sighs)
(grinding)
Could you return these to Captain Healy?
Um, what...
what did you get Teddy Leaf on?
Probably breaking and entering,
concealed carry, parole violations.
Enough.
They... they want the keys to your cruiser.
I guess you two will have to arrest her.
I'd consider it a personal favor if, uh...
you could wait a while.
How long's a while?
Till I call you.
She's not going anywhere.
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