Shut up! Nobody move!
You!
Diamonds in there!
Help her!
Come on, faster! Go!
Don't move!
Shut up!
Go! Go! Come on!
Come on!
Daniel!
Daniel, buzzer's on your belt.
Not fast enough.
Everybody's got the same story.
Friendly kid, hung out 40 minutes.
Thrilled to buy an engagement ring.
Then, boom, he flipped out.
How'd he get away?
Foot, car, subway?
Don't know yet.
Well let's get someone on the street and find out.
We got a security tape to watch?
Yeah, we're setting it up right now.
Good.
Ooh, check this out.
These are known diamond fences
in the Bronx current as of last year.
Daniel just, uh, froze there.
I told him the buzzer was on his belt.
He pressed it.
And the door opened?
And then what did the young man do?
He, uh...
Just take a breath.
Take another one.
He, uh...
He said, "Not fast enough."
Then he shot Daniel.
Twice. And ran out.
Mr. Jolinari, we need you to write down
everything that was taken.
45 caliber. That's a big gun.
Hey, can we get a bulletin out
to all the pawnshops before they close today?
All right, do that.
What?
Relax, you got the job.
[Osepi] We got the tape cued up.
[Barak] 40 minutes.
Didn't knock out the camera.
Doesn't...care who sees him.
[Logan] Hey, Barak.
Security tape's ready.
[Logan] Friendly little bastard.
[Barak] His hands in his pockets.
No prints...
His idea of being a pro.
You know, you might want to get a cell phone.
That way people won't think
you're talking to yourself.
Been working alone too long.
There he goes.
[Logan] Flared trigger guard.
Extended barrel.
Could be an HK Mark 23.
Can you back it up?
There. Freeze.
Uh, his wrist.
Mr. Jolinari, before he was tapping his wrist.
He was ranting about his father's watch.
Uh, a 1950s Hamilton.
He thought he'd been slicked by a pawnbroker.
An antique watch.
Something else for the pawnbroker's bulletin.
[Jack] Yes, this is my watch.
Where'd you find it?
[Barak] Turned up at a pawnbrokers
yesterday along with these items.
Unbelievable.
This is our stuff. See?
I told you it was smart to file a report
with the police.
Is there a problem, Mr. Engles?
I mean, people are usually happy
to get their goods back.
We're very lucky.
Was something else stolen that didn't make the report?
All right, look, pal, this busted look on your face,
I've been there.
So, either she tells us
or you can save us a step.
I, uh...
I may have had a gun.
[Miriam] He did.
It was hidden in the closet.
I told him that I didn't want guns in the house.
Was it an HK Mark 23?
[scoffs] Beautiful.
Who knew you were out of town?
Only our work and my son.
He's at Princeton.
Stopped the paper?
I called on the way to the cruise ship.
Earliest they could stop it was...
three days later.
Thursday.
Your calendar clock is off by four days.
That's because they unplugged it
when they took my laptop.
I just forgot to reset it.
You plugged it back in on Monday?
Count back four days.
It was unplugged on Thursday.
The stop-delivery date for the newspaper.
You wanna know who's out of town,
you ask the paperboy.
Cherry tomato? They're from my garden.
What else you grow?
Cabbage.
Polish food.
I love pierogies.
Are your mother's any good?
No, they weren't her thing.
So what did Mrs. Logan make her boy?
Rum punch.
Private joke.
There she is.
The 3:10 to Yuma.
[Barak] There's our paper boy.
Hey, police!
How you doing?
Boaz?
Hey, you got badges too, huh?
Oh, yeah.
I got three five-year badges.
That's for newspaper delivery.
I got three one-year badges.
Um, and guess what? I put in 18 years.
You deliver the paper to the Engles?
They were away last week.
Jack, on Minetta Lane, stop delivery.
Anybody ask if, uh, maybe somebody went out of town?
Maybe some guy last week?
You don't like talking to guys you don't know, huh?
But you'll talk to girls?
Only if they talk to me first.
Last week, it was a girl who asked you who was away?
She was nice.
She gave me this cartoon badge.
And guess what? It's from Japan.
What else do you remember about her?
Black hair. And guess what?
A hat.
Yeah, I remember her now.
She was in early in the day
running Daniel around for a watchband.
Think you can improve on this sketch?
Sure.
The mouth was poutier.
Tell our artist about her pouty mouth.
He make her?
[Barak] Well, she cased the store earlier in the day.
Unfortunately, the security system's
inexpensive, so it tapes over itself
every hour.
We got no hit off the prints.
And the swag hasn't turned up anywhere.
So three days in, you got Nancy and Sluggo here.
And an I.D. on the weapon.
We'll do better.
I'm counting on it.
Just-just take the jewels and leave!
You're giving me permission?!
[screaming]
[crying]
Oh, Lucas!
Lucas, oh, my God.
Oh Lucas, no.
Oh, please.
I-I saw it in his eyes.
I thought I was gonna die.
Then he just ran away.
Something happen? Somebody came in?
He just changed his mind.
He was looking at engagement rings.
And he said that he was in love with love,
so he killed my husband of 22 years.
I'm very sorry, Mrs. Crais.
We're gonna get someone to take you home.
No, I wanna stay with Lucas.
Excuse me, these marks on your blouse?
That's where he grabbed me.
Hey, take a look at that.
One, two, three.
Plus two in the back wall is nine.
[Logan] He shot out the camera. He's getting smarter.
[Barak] Angrier.
Fired nine shots in all. He's losing control.
What's that?
Pool chalk.
It was on his hands.
Transferred to the lady's blouse
when he grabbed her.
Maybe he played a game to steady his nerves
before he came here.
Any good with a stick?
[Kev] This got to do
will all those sirens a couple hours ago?
Sir, you answered our question with a question.
You're not hiding anything, are you?
Okay, there was a guy in here around 1:00.
Might be this guy.
[Barak] Did he shoot any games with this crowd?
No, people made him as a hustler and stayed away.
I think I left my pad in the car.
I'll be right back.
Ugh!
What's your hurry? You got a date with a doughnut?
Just skipping out on my tab, man.
What's this?
It's personal use, man. That's all!
Try again.
[Barak] Guy made a move for the john.
Logan picked him out.
He's one of those cops...
always looking for the crook in the room.
I'm telling you, man, I don't sell no smack.
Look, you see that guy there next to my partner?
That's my boss.
And if I don't come through for him,
he's gonna boot my ass back to Staten Island.
What's that got to do with me?
I need you to give me something on this guy.
But I ain't never seen him.
He's got an interesting interview style.
Very affable. Cuddly cop.
Not what I expected.
And I'll owe you.
I'm good for it, ask anybody.
Mike Logan. How about it?
All right.
Now I'm gonna pound my fist on the table, okay?
That's the Logan I expected.
[Logan] Mr. Kellogg has something for us.
Your pool player came in looking to buy from me today.
He said he was Mya's boyfriend.
She used to be a customer.
Then you two came in,
I figure I been set up.
That's Mya up there.
[Logan] He says she was living
in a squat on Hunter near 43rd.
Let's go get her.
Thanks, pal.
Whoa, back up speed racer.
Okay! Heads up, ladies and gents.
We got a message for the class.
We need help finding this girl.
Her name is Mya.
She could be in danger.
The quicker you help us,
the faster you go make a connection.
Mya got pinched for shoplifting.
She got the community service last month.
She don't come back.
She leave this behind?
Oh, mon Dieu.
Same as the pin she gave the paperboy.
What's wrong?
[speaking French]
Mya has a mentally retarded brother
she brought here.
What do we got here?
My guess, liquid methadone.
Except these folks don't look like
high priority candidates for rehab programs.
But Mya's brother would be.
A mentally retarded addict'd get fast tracked
into the methadone program.
[Logan] So just in case I need an interpreter,
how many languages do you speak?
Mmm, well, Spanish, Yiddish,
Italian, Polish, Creole. Some Russian.
Some Cantonese from working in Chinatown.
You?
I can say "Stop, Police" and "What's your sign?"
in 15 different languages.
[Alan] Roy Sampson!
No. Go! No!
Let's go.
We'll take that.
Mya, you're under arrest.
Me? I can't abandon my brother.
We'll get him to his group home.
Come on, Roy.
Wait, let me tell him I love him, please.
Give him a break, honey.
It's the same guy, Mya.
Robbing the same jewelry stores
you were in.
Me at a jewelry store?
Do I look like I'm getting married?
You don't wise up,
you're gonna take the weight for everything he's done.
Two murders, two robberies.
I wanna talk to my lawyer.
Fresh tracks.
Is that all since you left the squat?
You didn't used to like needles, did you?
You used to snort heroin...
until you met this boy.
Does he fix you up?
Is that his idea?
Nobody tells me anything.
Lawyer.
You're sitting in the lawyer's chair.
We need you to move.
So she follows directions.
What else do we know about her?
Well, a half dozen shoplifting beefs,
last two years.
Keeps getting community service, too,
being "The caregiver of a mentally retarded relative."
He's a soft target, like the paperboy.
If it's the same girl.
Shoplifting to robbery-homicide
in a month is quick work.
Matches her escalating heroin use.
She went from snorting it to spiking
four or five times a day.
She's probably keeping pace with her boyfriend.
Those stolen diamonds
are going straight up their arms.
If it's the same girl.
Call me when the lawyer gets here.
It's gotta be her, right?
Oh, it won't open.
Oh God, I can't get it open.
Hurry up, Zoilo! Open it!
Be quiet, I can't get it open.
Open it!
Mama, please be quiet. Be quiet.
I- I can't get it open.
Let's go!
Get out of the way, I'll do it!
Mama, no! I got it!
[Mrs. Demasso screams]
Come on, let's go.
[Deakins] We got another one.
Back in the Bronx.
Same M.O., two dead, suspect matches ours.
And he had an accomplice driving the getaway car.
A dark haired female.
I don't wanna hear it.
Just get going!
Angry, angry, angry.
Every Mom and Pop he hits, it gets worse.
Something about happy families
this kid does not like.
More specifically, he put more rounds
into Mom than Pop.
You noticed that.
Hard to miss.
Okay, so, the getaway car was a beige four-door compact.
New York plates, no numbers.
Driver, female, white.
Brown or black hair, take your pick.
And just to make it easy, sunglasses.
Well...
maybe Mya is a dead end.
Oh, I'm not giving up on her yet.
This guy could have a harem working for him.
I'm gonna have to say...
number five.
Or number three.
I-I'm sorry.
It's the mouth.
They got the same pouty mouth.
Thank you for coming in.
[Sutz] Four eye-witnesses.
Not one positive I.D.
I'm so happy, my toes are curling.
Don't roll your eyes at me, Detective.
We're done. Thank you for coming in.
The tip that led to this girl?
From a smack dealer.
He recognized her off a sketch.
A sketch provided by a mentally retarded paperboy?
This was your lead, Detective Logan?
The tip was good.
The day I can't read a dope dealer
is the day I hang it up.
A word, Captain.
This is now a press case.
Assigning a cop with an asterisk next to his name
could come back to bite you.
I knew that going in, Counselor.
But thanks for reminding me. Anything else?
Yes, you can release Mya Sampson.
I'm not wasting resources
on a misdemeanor drug sale.
The D.A. declines to file charges.
We're kicking the girl.
It's a mistake.
We're letting her go.
Captain.
I don't wanna become an issue here.
You quittin'?
No.
But the bodies are piling up.
Look, it's not about me making a bust.
It's about catching this guy.
You become a problem for me,
I'll be the first to tell you.
Here's a lost opportunity.
Mya's mother is downstairs
looking for her daughter.
An hour earlier, she could have helped us
get through to her.
Be nice to spend some quality time with these two.
Mya's been without a fix for...
12 hours.
Be remiss if we didn't let a doctor look at her.
[Dede] They told me at Roy's group home what happened.
I can't hardly believe it.
Mya's always been good to her brother.
Sounds like you haven't seen her in a while.
She came home for a week about two months ago
and then off she went.
Do you have idea
what she's gotten herself into?
You mean the drugs?
No, we mean a mad-dog boyfriend
who robs jewelry stores and kills people.
Mad dog?
That is a joke, right?
You're getting me worried here.
It's no joke.
The District Attorney's willing to be
lenient with Mya
if she helps us.
Oh, excuse me.
She's showing early signs of withdrawal.
But unless she wants to check herself
into detox, it's time to street her.
The doctor told her she could leave.
Did you tell her what we talked about?
She says she wasn't mixed up in any of it.
[Logan] Like she'd tell you?
She would.
Come on, sweetie, get dressed.
You've got her confused with someone else.
-I don't think we have. -I know my girl.
She has been in enough trouble.
All those hours of com-service.
Cleaning graffiti off the walls
with the stinking solvent.
She has learned her lesson.
Right, sweetie?
Come on, let's go.
Thank you, Officers.
Some mom.
[Barak] A mom who doesn't get upset
her daughter strips in front of strangers.
My mom would have killed me.
This mom knew a little too much about "com-service."
Nurse, we're gonna need fingerprints off of that.
[Buster] Sure, she did 100 hours
a month ago for possession of drug paraphernalia.
Dede. Dede Feist.
Or Dede Worchak, or Dede Carbone.
Yeah, that gal told me she'd had a few husbands.
She's in love with love,
is how she put it.
This girl was on Dede's crew.
Mya Sampson.
She and Dede were tight.
They know each other before?
Don't think so, but by the end of the week,
Dede was sharing her box lunch with Maya.
Then they were showing up together.
I heard Dede talking to Maya about introducing her
to her son.
I read something about a son in her file.
Went into foster care when he was 11.
There it is, Jonathan?
Johnny. That's what she called him.
You have any idea where this roof over her head might be?
No.
Another thing is, she was late one day
because she said she had to put her sick aunt
in a hospice.
Yeah, well, these junkies, they break your heart.
That's what I thought.
So I called the hospice.
It checked out.
St. Timothy's in Forest Hills.
Thank you very much.
Well, if the aunt's in the hospice,
I wonder who's feeding the cat.
[ESU] Bedroom clear!
-Bathroom clear! -Closet clear!
Ooh.
Oh!
Found the cat.
Dissociative cutting.
Self-mutilation, turned outward.
Little Johnny's got issues.
[Barak] From shallow to deep.
The angrier he gets, the harder he stabs.
Hard to see where he gets the energy
with all the smack they're shooting.
I'm seeing hundreds of empty dime bags.
[Barak] Well, Dede's the lifetime addict.
She's doing 15, 20 bags a day.
Some parents send their kids out
to get them booze.
Dede has Johnny knocking off
jewelry stores to feed her habit.
No personal effects, no clothes.
No make-up.
Yeah, they flew the coop.
Hey, black wig.
The one Dede wore to ride the getaway car.
Hmm.
Oh, man.
They were shooting up right on top of her.
That's just...
I miss her, Mom.
The police have her, Johnny.
There's nothing we can do.
We...
We could bust her out!
Don't be stupid.
I'll get you another.
Next one's for Mya! Whoo!
Mya didn't just O.D.
She sent the tox screen off the chart.
Whether it's an accident or not,
it's impossible to know.
They killed her.
They couldn't take a chance she'd get pinched again.
Any idea where they might be heading?
[Logan] Who knows?
Have smack, will travel.
The getaway car belonged to Aunt Ruthie.
We got a tri-state alarm out.
[Deakins] You got Dede's file.
Start working her known contacts.
Abusive ex-husbands, boyfriends.
It's what she's had to put up with
in order to support her habit.
Lemme get out my violin.
[Deakins] I'll make sure Mr. Carver sees this.
It's always good to share the pain.
I was taught in catechism,
even the worst sinner deserves our compassion.
Yeah?
Yours, maybe. I'll save mine.
These dumps off Aunt Ruthie's phone.
Two hours after each robbery
there's four, five calls to the same pool hall.
Pepe's in Brooklyn.
And only after each robbery.
Maybe Johnny's got a pool hall fence.
Third table on the right.
The tall guy.
He's got a jeweler's loop hanging around his neck.
[Barak] Hi.
We're getting engaged.
I'm looking for a diamond solitaire.
I'm not in the jewelry business.
Yeah, you sure?
I'm sure.
What's the loop for?
So you can find your jingus when you take a leak?
You fencing rocks for Johnny Feist?
I don't know no Johnny Feist.
You know, I had a partner.
Oh, what a great stick man he was.
Here's something he had
way too much decency to teach me.
What are you gonna do with that, huh?
I'm a rageaholic cop who took a swing
at a city councilman.
Everybody thinks that I'm a ticking bomb.
Maybe today's the day I blow.
I don't know. It's up to you.
[Gregg] Come on, man. This is sick, man.
- Don't hurt me. - Hurt you?
Hurt you?
How much you pay Johnny for those rocks?
You profit by the people he kills.
You encourage him to kill more.
I have absolutely zero compassion for you.
You know what? Rudy's not the mayor anymore.
But that doesn't mean we still can't have some fun.
Man--okay, wait! Wait wait wait wait.
Wait wait wait. I'll tell you.
Johnny came in yesterday.
He took his money, went to A-C.
He's gambling.
He's playing for the big score.
He's going on about some papoose that loved him.
Say what?
Uh, it's a nickname for a nickel slot casino
outside the Atlantic City bus station.
Thanks, pal.
[Jay] They came in late last night.
Went straight to the crap table.
Dede keeps egging him on.
Rubbing his shoulders, playing with his hair.
Like he's her toy poodle.
Bust out. How much he lose?
[Jay] Everything he had, about 12 grand.
[Logan] Half a million in jewelry. Fence takes his cut.
What they don't spend on smack
he loses in...57 minutes.
Uh, can you back up there, please?
There. Yeah, right there.
That's three times she's chatted up
this waitress.
Dede?
She kept singing her boy's praises.
She was selling you on him.
And you know, a gambling addiction
is such a turn on.
Hey, that's a ring around your neck.
Is that an engagement ring?
Thanks.
I could lose my job is the customers saw this.
A cocktail waitress has to seem available.
Did Dede see that?
She looked disappointed.
Then she asked where we got it.
So I told her, Double Down's Jewelry.
Across from the Trop.
You okay, sweetie?
I just lost my job cleaning rooms
and my boyfriend took off with my savings.
I'll tell you what.
I can spare a few dollars if you help me fold this.
Here, sweetie.
You can start with my son's t-shirts.
He's at work right now.
Hey.
Can I get a smile?
Who's the real beauty, the ring or the girl?
What do you think, ring or girl?
Oh, I have to go with the girl.
Always the girl. Like my Rosie.
I'm with him. Go with the girl.
But then, I'm in love with love.
Agh!
Where is she, Johnny?
Where's your mother?
Every cop in this city has a shoot to kill order.
You don't want anything to happen to her, do you?
She's got nothing to do with this!
You can't believe what Mya told you!
My mom doesn't even know I'm in here!
She's just out being a mom!
Where?
Drop the laundry bag, Dede!
The future Mrs. Johnny Feist?
Let's go.
Of course I can charge his mother as an accomplice.
But that charge would have the life span of a flea.
There's nothing in here that sustains it.
Unless he testifies against his mother.
What will it take?
[Deakins] What are you prepared to offer?
Minimum, he's facing four life sentences
without parole.
You could offer him a walk
and he's not gonna roll on her.
He's not out to save his own skin.
You need to get through to this kid.
He doesn't seem to know that Mya's dead.
Dede's the one that gave her the hot shot.
Now, Johnny boy might not be too thrilled
when we tell him.
A child's relationship with an addicted parent...
is very complicated.
If we wanna turn him against her,
anger is just the beginning.
Four concurrent sentences of 25 to life.
District attorney won't oppose parole
after 25 years.
That's the offer in writing.
An interesting offer.
Considering the evidence against him,
it should come with a bow on it.
All he has to do is give up his mother.
She doesn't know anything. I told you.
[Barak] By all rights, Johnny, you shouldn't even be here.
You were getting along fine in your foster home.
Was it your idea to leave?
Or was it Dede's?
How did she put it,
I can't get along without him?
Hey, if you wanna vent on your mom,
you've got our permission.
I got nothing to vent.
I'm not angry at her.
My partner knows about that kind of anger.
His mother used to send him out
to buy booze for her.
Tell Johnny how she used to thank you.
I think he needs to hear it.
Well, after the first drink, it was all hugs and kisses.
Then a few drinks later,
she'd grab whatever she could...
and start hitting me.
And when she got tired of holding whatever it was
she was hitting me with...
she'd just go at me with her fists.
And, uh...
the next day...
she'd send me back to the liquor store.
[Barak] Isn't that what your mom's done to you?
Just turned you into her errand boy?
Go out and steal for her to feed her addiction?
It's not the same.
You're right.
My mother didn't make me drink with her.
[Barak] You didn't even have a drug problem
until you went to live with your mother.
You have every right to be angry at her.
I'm not angry.
You're not angry but you pumped seven bullets
into that woman in the Bronx!
You take out your anger everywhere you can
except for where it belongs.
She lights your smokes,
she fluffs up your hair.
You're her poodle boy, Johnny.
Does she let you eat off her plate?
You shut up!
[Barak] And the one thing that your mother
couldn't provide for you,
she found somebody who would.
Mya's a pretty girl.
You like her, don't you?
You turned her against us.
We didn't have the chance. We had to let her go.
Your mother picked her up.
That's not true.
She must have brought her back
to Aunt Ruthie's while you were out,
gave her a welcome home fix.
Tucked her in, like a good mother does.
[Barak] Did you sit up on the couch that night?
Feet up on the trunk?
While your mother told you
what an ungrateful disloyal girl Mya was?
How could you, you bitch!
[screams]
She was mine!
You had no right!
You lying bitch! Oh, God.
No!
What are you gonna do about this, Johnny?
[Barak] You wanna tell us what happened?
How your mother helped you with the robberies?
Maybe we should get you a soda.
I bet you're sorry now, huh?
All that anger.
What did you call her? A lying bitch?
She can't help herself. It's the heroin.
[Barak] Look at her, the poor thing.
I wonder how she'll do back on the street
without your help.
I do worry about that.
Right now I'm worrying about that.
Of course you are.
After all, she's not a street person.
She's your mom.
She could go back to one of her boyfriends.
Real Romeos.
This guy put her in the hospital twice.
Broken jaw, concussion.
She won't just be with anybody.
She's got a $300-a-day habit, Johnny.
She'll be with whoever can pay for it.
Can't--
Can't you put her in a program?
She needs long term care, Johnny.
That's for rich people.
People like your mother are lucky to get
72 hours in Bellevue.
Hey, how about this guy, Lippman?
Yeah, two years ago he threw her half naked
out of a moving car.
Oh, sorry, that wasn't a boyfriend.
That was one of her johns.
Don't tell me that!
A junkie's gotta do what a junkie's gotta do.
You know that.
[Barak] Johnny, we wanna protect her.
You don't want her to go back to that life.
What if...
you just put her someplace for her own protection?
We don't just lock people up for their health.
[Barak] You tell us what she did.
She'll go to prison.
A woman's prison with a hospital.
It's just better than what she's looking at now.
[Logan] Look at her.
You don't want her 60 years old
turning tricks to support her habit.
I've seen women like that, Johnny.
And it is not pretty.
Your mom, she deserves better.
I wanted to pawn that gun after I stole it.
But mom said to use it to do jewelry stores.
She knew the ones to hit. She drove me to them.
She said...
"Better not leave witnesses.
"Use the gun. Step up and be a man.
Take care of your mom."
That's what she told me.
"Be a man."
Oh, about time.
You letting me out?
You're being charged with murder, Dede.
What?
Your son gave you up.
Johnny? Never.
Not my Johnny.
Johnny.
You go to hell, Johnny.
Do you hear me? You go to hell.
I should have left you in that foster home.
Should have left you in that foster home!
Who would have mothered you then, Johnny? Huh?
You answer me? Some foster mother?
There is no mothering like real mothering!
You hear me, Johnny! Go to hell!
Should have warned him don't expect any thanks.