King (2011) s02e02 Episode Script

Previously on King.
I am Detective Sergeant Jessica King.
Fifty-three thousand dollars.
Danny, just pay off the bookie and let's move on.
Been spending way too much time in here.
Pregnant.
You won't even acknowledge the fact that we slept together.
That you might be carrying our baby.
Five hundred.
Didn't have any olives up here.
Had to go up to the basement.
Dusting off the wartime olives again, eh, Wolfie? Screw the martini.
Bring me a beer.
Make it two.
- Action's on you, sweetheart.
- The lady folds.
- How much for that dress? - Fifteen hundred.
For that made-in-China bullshit? Everyone goes home with one tonight.
How about all in? Call.
Flip 'em.
Two pair.
What about you? Bam! Straight to the ace.
Ho, ho, ho, ho! Straight to the queen.
Un-friggin'-believable.
Shirt, please.
Tell me this is not better than playing for money.
Shut up and deal.
I can't tell getting you naked, or the pizza.
Gee, thanks.
You're not, are you? Playing for money? - Yeah.
- No.
You, me, a little strip poker all a man needs.
Pizza! Lisa? What are you doing here? Well, hello to you too.
Not a nice welcome for your sis.
You guys going out, or? - You were coming tomorrow.
- No, tonight.
- No, tomorrow.
- I sent you an email.
Yes! I'm looking at a house at 8 A.
M.
I sent you an email.
My God.
- What? - You're not getting dressed.
- You're getting undressed.
- Yep.
I didn't send you an email, did I? I forgot.
Looks like it.
Well, I'm pregnant.
It happens.
I'm pregnant, and I remember.
When you move here, you're not just gonna drop by like this, are you? I am so sorry.
You finish what, I will just read an e-book in my room.
Where's my room? Thank you.
Pretend like I'm not even here! Two out, nobody on, and the intentionally walk 'em.
- It's Jose Bautista.
- Come on! I don't care if it's the Lord Jesus himself.
In my day, there was no such thing as an intentional walk.
- What are you doing? - Raid gear.
No need, son.
We walk in, flash some tin, line 'em up, write 'em up.
If we're lucky, someone pees himself for a little light entertainment.
Then we let 'em go.
Routine.
Six-four-three double play.
Want to see something pretty? Yeah.
You ever hold one? No.
Feels good, You like that? Police officers.
Nobody move.
I am Detective Sergeant Adelman, and this is Detective Simpson, and this'll be your last hand of the night.
Where's the other two? I got it.
How you doing, Sal? KING S02 Ep 02 - Josh Simpson Hey.
- What's the news? - Simpson's still in surgery.
Unis picked up his wife in Ajax.
She's on her way to the hospital.
Chief Graci showed up as I was leaving.
- How is he doing? - How do you think he's doing? - Ident done yet? - Almost.
K9 come up with anything? Shooter escaped through the rear doors.
They stayed on the scent to a dumpster a half-block away and then lost it.
- And found the weapon? - Not yet.
The shooter left behind two kilos of cocaine.
We got a name for this guy? - That's the thing.
We - Where's Ingrid? She's looking for security videos on the street.
- And Martin? - He's at the cottage.
Good.
Where's the other officer? In here.
Lou Adelman.
- You know him? - He was my training officer.
Seriously, no one coughed up the shooter's name? They all swear they have no idea.
Who was in the washroom when the shots were fired? Rosa Ing, AKA Lady Maniac.
- And the host of the game? - Sal Wolf.
It's his job.
What about the other two? Brothers playing their first underground game.
So scared, I'm surprised they remember their own names.
I'm counting three players at that table.
Shooter makes four.
There's five chairs.
- One other player got away.
- You're kidding.
he left his jacket behind.
Ident found an encoded debt book.
Bookie named TJ Morris.
We're looking for him now.
Detective Sergeant Adelman.
Give us a sec, would you? Yeah.
Sergeant King? - Who's your family, Lou? - Sorry? I walk in, you're sitting with the wrong team.
I don't know.
I, uh You want to tell me why you weren't wearing a raid vest? I, uh we didn't deem it necessary.
Usually it's just a lobster bib at the buffet, you know? - You come just the two of you? - How is the kid? Lousy.
Look, Lou, I know you want to be with your partner.
Lou.
I count five rules broken already, and I haven't even started to look.
Can we take this outside? I need some air.
Dress shop's been in the family for decades.
Wolf decided to top up his retirement by starting an underground game.
I, uh Do you have a light? No, pregnant.
- Mazel tov.
- You seem surprised.
- No.
No, you'll make a great mother.
I really don't fell well.
Hey, Lou.
Lou.
Breathe.
Hey? I need you with me on this.
Head in the game.
Yeah.
High stakes hold 'em, 10/20, no limit.
These underground games have changed the poker explosion, the internet.
Anonymity is key.
No talk at the table, they all hide behind ball caps, and sunglasses, adopt fake personas, use fake names.
The only real thing is Is their money.
Ident's done.
Find your light, have your smoke.
I'll be back.
- Thanks, Jess.
- Yeah.
Detective Martin.
Sorry, boss.
Traffic cut me down.
Insane.
- I tried to get here as fast as I could.
- Shorts? Really? I didn't think I should go home first.
Take the canvas.
Get dressed for a walk.
Two rounds? - Two rounds.
From here.
- Simpson's gun? Didn't get it out of the holster.
Maybe the shooter knew he was coming.
Not according to our witness.
She says they were doing blow, he was showing off his gun.
And she doesn't know his name.
Shooter got startled, the gun goes off.
Twice.
Really startled.
Adelman runs to the door as he radios for backup.
Wolf and the others poop their pants.
Except TJ, the bookie.
He bolted.
Maybe he knew it was coming.
This look like a premeditated shooting to you? Nope.
No.
TJ knew he'd have to answer our questions, and he didn't want to share.
Someone's scared.
Is our witness still in the box? - Lady Maniac? Yeah.
- You changed.
- On my way over.
- Where's Wolf? - Sitting in soft interrogation.
- No tie, though.
- I don't really own one.
- Is Lady Maniac still high? - Yeah.
- Higher than a lab monkey.
Great.
Martin, you're with me.
Ingrid, Spears, you're working on TJ's debt book.
I'd never met the guy before, I swear.
I sat beside him at the table.
He asked if I like to get high, and I didn't get high, but I was I did, but I I don't care about the drugs, Rosa.
It helps my poker game.
It takes away inhibitions, it makes me harder to read.
- Gotcha.
- This guy I cleaned him out, actually took me to the back room, laid out some rails, let me hold his gun.
What, are you playing cards? My grandmother used to play cards.
But me, I was never even able to shuffle.
You know.
I figured since you're here maybe you could show me.
Yeah.
How do you get into Wolf's game? You need a recommendation.
Like, I'd call TJ, say I'm looking for a game.
He says, "Call Wolfie".
I say, "Who's Wolfie?" And he gives me a number, I call, I say TJ says you got a game.
And Wolfie, 'cause I mention TJ, he tells me when and where.
It's all about trust, right? Wolfie, I think he knows the guy the cop killer.
What makes you say that? He kept running around with olives, giving him wedding dresses and stuff.
Seemed kind of afraid of him.
I'm so good at this normally, but when I talk to the police, I get Nervous.
That's OK, because you know who isn't? Criminals.
Which is why we know you're telling us the truth.
I'll take those.
How's the dead guy? Is he OK? - The officer who got shot? - Yeah, him.
He's not dead.
Thank God.
OK, then.
Detective Martin will set you up with a composite artist to get a rendering of the suspect.
- Got it.
- What, already? Yep.
Two equals B, three equals C.
Wanna guess what four equals? OK, feed me some names.
I'll start the cross reference.
Carl Ford.
Alvin Reid.
Ian Humphreys.
OK.
We got a hit.
Ian Humphreys, recently on parole - What, you know him? - No.
Another name.
Danny Sless.
You're kidding.
Are you sure? Is King's husband a gambler? Leave that with me.
Let's get Humphreys in here, OK? So, who's covering your game? You pay protection.
Who do you give the cash to? Looked at your arrest records.
You've been running some kind of racket or game for a long time.
Since the '60s, when kids stopped getting married.
It killed me.
KILLED me.
You're scared, and we can help you, but not until you give me the shooter's name.
I can't.
I can't talk to you.
Two kilos of cocaine were found at your establishment.
- If I talk to you, I'm dead.
- You're already dead.
You're here.
And whoever you're afraid of is going to assume that you've already talked.
We need to get Organized Crime in on this see who owns the rackets in Wolf's neighbourhood.
- Maybe that's who he's afraid of.
- Ian Humphreys.
- What? Who's that? - His name came up in TJ's book.
Just had him picked up.
He was holding an ounce of blow, and this.
Ian Humphreys.
He claims he was at a bar and not at Wolf's last night.
- Think it could be him? - Could be him.
It could be you.
How much is Mr.
Humphreys into TJ for? Ninety-one K.
OK, Ian.
You're an optometrist.
Probably eat sushi at a hockey game.
Didn't have a record until age 35.
That was 18 months ago.
What happened 18 months ago? The market crashed.
Lost your stack, started gambling, tried to keep your wife in the same lifestyle - Caitlin's not like that.
- We found your name in a book, Ian.
A small book that records big debts.
The name TJ Morris mean anything to you? Why? I, Maybe.
I OK, let's talk about the gun.
That gun.
I It was I had no choice.
Right? I was scared.
I bought it for protection.
TJ, he's I'm behind on payments, right? - Not good.
- Yeah, I didn't shoot anyone.
I don't even know how to use it.
Tried selling drugs before to get out of debt.
It would make sense that you tried selling them again.
Those were not my drugs.
You should get a t-shirt with that printed on the back.
Must be hard trying to patch up a marriage with a guy like TJ barking at your heels.
Even harder when a couple of detectives catch you snorting coke in between hands of an undergr - I swear, I was not there - Thought to yourself, "Man, I could lose everything" marriage, job, your season tickets.
I get it.
I understand how that could affect your judgment.
And the gun, well, it was in your hand.
No, it That doesn't look anything like me! Chief.
Put a ball cap and a pair of sunglasses on me.
- Is that our man? - He gambles, has a history of drugs.
We're just waiting to see - if the gun matches.
- Josh Simpson.
Doctors say he's about to regain consciousness.
He's not out of the woods, but I think you should go down there, see if you can get a positive ID.
- Detective Sergeant King.
- Yeah.
- Constable Alex Taylor.
- OK.
How's Simpson? One of the clipped vessels was still bleeding haematoma.
They're rushing him back into surgery to drain it.
God, I hate the smell of hospitals.
I bet being pregnant doesn't help.
- I'm sorry, who are you? - Danny's new Partner.
Crap.
Right.
Hi.
Sorry.
Taylor.
Alex.
Danny and me volunteered for hospital detail.
Danny.
How's she doing? Rough.
You know.
I was hoping to get an ID from Simpson.
Yeah, leave it with me.
If he comes around, I'll That'd be great.
You slept with her.
What? Who? - Her who.
- Alice? Walking away.
Please, Danny.
If anyone knows the "I've seen you naked" dance, it's me.
Jess You volunteered for hospital duty.
OK, it was a long time ago.
Like when she was 12? Forget it.
I'm trying to locate a bookie named TJ Morris.
Ring any bells? Yeah.
This got something to do with TJ? You know him? Yeah, he's probably the only bookie in the city I didn't owe money to.
Any idea what rock he's hiding under? No.
No idea.
Well, he's pissed off the wrong hormonal woman.
All right, I gotta get back.
Call me if Simpson wakes up.
we got the ballistics on the gun.
it's not the gun that shot Simpson.
- And the bartender? - She remembers Humphreys.
Said he hit on her for three hours.
OK I want to re-interview Maniac.
That's gonna be hard.
She's not here after she finished with the composite artist.
He released her.
Of course he did.
He always does.
Whoever's wearing too much patchouli, it's too much patchouli! Put Humphreys back in the box and call intel.
We need a favour.
Thanks, Ingrid.
Your firearm doesn't match the one that shot officer Simpson.
Thank God! I told you.
But a gun: still pretty illegal.
I might be able to make a sentencing recommendation if you make a call for me.
- To who? - TJ Morris.
No way.
You find someone else.
There's no one else in this room that has TJ on speed dial.
You owe him 91,000.
That's gonna be pretty hard for him to collect when he's in jail.
Dial.
Hello.
TJ.
Hey, it's me.
I know.
I've been looking for you.
I know.
I've been I know.
But I'm calling with some good news.
I've come into a bit of money.
Let me talk to the police.
He says he wants to talk to you.
TJ.
You left last night's game in a hurry.
I thought you might want to I've got nothing to say.
Is that long enough? OK, intel has triangulated the call to a house in the east end under a girlfriend's name.
You think we should make TJ our primary focus? He knows the shooter.
He's so scared, he's gone under.
He's still a bookie without a book.
So you're gonna give it back to him if he coughs up the name? You got it.
Martin and Spears, get TJ in here.
This is it.
- Wait here.
- What? In case he runs.
I need your eyes on that gate.
I spent five years in surveillance being eyes on the street.
I'd like to actually get out of the car.
Too bad.
Put your seatbelt on.
Jesus! Sless! What are you doing here, man? Bringing in this call.
What does it look like? Yeah? On what exactly? I have TJ's book.
Yeah? Where is it? It's safe.
I'm gonna need to take a look at it.
I thought you were done with all that.
Yeah, I am.
So why isn't there a little tick beside your name, Look, Jess doesn't know.
I was hoping to have a private conversation with TJ about it before I brought him in.
All right.
Call me when you find him, OK? Look, if you want to be a security guard in some condo lobby, that's your thing, but this crap, it could bounce back on King, this investigation, her career everything.
You might want to think about that the next time you check the box score, Sless.
Where's the book, Spears? It's evidence.
You're still a cop, Sless.
Start acting like it.
Organized Crime said Sal Wolf was paying protection to the Macau triad.
But every description of our shooter has him as a white male.
Do you think Maniac was lying? Detective Sergeant King.
Right.
Where? On our way.
They found Lady Maniac.
Petechial haemorrhage in her eyes.
Could be asphyxiation.
Drug baggy, syringe could also be cardiac arrest due to an OD.
Application for a line of credit.
Change of clothes, perfume patchouli.
Parking stubs from two different casinos.
Pillow, duvet She was living in here.
What do you think came first: the drugs, or the gambling? I'm not sure it matters now.
This is usually my happy place a crime scene.
But I don't feel happy.
You're hormonal.
Yeah, maybe.
I can finish up here.
Why don't you go home? No, no, no, no, no.
I'm fine.
I'll be fine.
Just Just give me a minute, OK? - Our bookie is booked.
- Our eye witness is dead.
Simpson still hasn't woken up.
Sal Wolf knows the shooter's name, but he isn't talking.
And we've got a composite that looks like something Spears' kid crapped out in art class.
Any new thoughts? - Yeah, one we've all been discussing.
- Lay it on me.
No bad ideas.
We think you should go home, get some sleep and something to eat.
Bad idea.
Any prints from Maniac's car? - Not yet.
- You've been up all night.
- So have you.
- Yeah, but you're pregnant.
- You're vegan.
- Yeah.
I cheat sometimes.
Maniac's autopsy results won't be in for another couple of hours.
Go home! There's kale.
- Where's the pizza? - I threw it out.
Cold pizza you might as well rub a tub of lard on your belly.
Sweetie! I'll make you pizza.
Do you have any spelt? Hey, come here.
Come here.
Come here.
What is it? What's going on? Out with it, Jess.
It's just, since we had to sell the house, regroup, and the baby I've been having these visions of the three of us living in a decommissioned squad car chugging energy drinks for dinner.
And then there it was for real.
Honey.
I'll make you something to eat.
No kale.
OK.
- I should shower.
- Hey.
Silver lining: you're gonna meet your baby today.
- What are you talking about? - Your first ultrasound.
Please tell me you didn't forget.
- Nice shoes! - Thanks.
They're for closing cases.
Lady Maniac's autopsy results.
Broken hyoid bone.
Coupled with the petechial haemorrhage.
Asphyxia.
She was strangled to death.
The price of poker just went up.
Is that Cantonese chow mein? Sorry, the smell must be Intoxicating.
I'll give you 20 bucks for it.
No, mine.
You don't get between me and my chow mein.
Any print matches from the car? Nothing.
I want all players from Wolf's game picked up and brought into protective custody now.
Nice view.
Would make a training officer proud.
What's this? Rosa Ing was killed last night.
I want you to use those crime scene photos for your interview.
My interview? What interview? Sal Wolf.
He knows the shooter, and you're gonna get him to tell us who it is.
Any idea how I'm supposed to do that? You speak the same language, studied at the same school.
- You mean the old one.
- Yeah, I do.
Lace 'em up, Lou.
You're going in the box.
You don't look, uh I look like hell, Lou.
What can I say? This is what 40 years of sitting on your ass will do to your face.
- How's the kid? - Still not awake.
What are his odds? Pick him.
I'll pray for him.
How long we know each other? I'm immune to guilt, Lou.
- That wasn't guilt.
- Felt like guilt.
It wasn't.
Now, this, one the other hand Rosa Ing.
She played in your game last night.
She was murdered, Sal.
This is who you're dealing with.
This is who you're protecting.
Come on, Sal.
I got a cop in a coma, a young lady in a morgue.
I'm protecting myself, Lou.
Just like you are.
OK, Sal.
Sit tight.
I'll be right back.
I'm a little rusty.
Maybe you should, uh "Just like you are.
" Maybe we can get him some food, soften him up a bit.
- I don't know.
- You're tipping off the game.
Don't lie to me, Lou.
I've never taken a dime from him.
I swear on Maggie's You tell me out here, or I'll get you to tell me in there with the cameras rolling.
You want that? I'd just I'd call ahead, give him a heads-up so he could get rid of any drugs or any other crap that didn't I told him I only ever wanted to find him playing cards just cards.
That's all it ever was.
Till last night.
I got nothing to say to her.
That's fine.
Only now you can say it with no one listening.
I'm about to arrest Lou for tipping off your game.
I thought you might want to say goodbye.
You overplayed your hand, Sal.
How many more people's lives are gonna be ruined by you not talking, do you think? You and your bloodstained wedding dresses, get out.
What? Go.
I need to put Lou in the chair.
Besides, you don't need protective custody.
You haven't said anything.
I'm sorry, Lou.
What he means to say is you're a sucker.
Not true.
I'll give you the name on two conditions.
Let's hear 'em.
Lou isn't charged, and I get witness protection.
Done.
Who shot Detective Simpson? Paulie.
Paulie Francona.
Francona.
No wonder you were scared.
The Francona crime family: roots in Niagara Falls, big in the '80s.
- Just like Spears.
- Watch it.
Ran the race track, sanitation rackets.
This is Francona, second generation.
acting boss.
Below him, two rungs down, his nephew and our shooter, Paulie Francona.
So what's our next move? Don't know.
Waiting for a call from the boss.
Didn't she Wasn't she here with Wolf and Adelman? Where the hell is she? - Looks like a bullet.
- Or a bean.
A bean.
Our bean.
I like it.
It was nice of you to go to the hospital.
I'm sorry I was so bitchy.
No, it's all good.
Is this gonna take much longer? Usually we can't get people to leave.
- I have to make a phone call.
- You actually can't use that.
- Is it gonna kill the baby? - No but you still can't use it.
- Ingrid.
- Boss, where are you? Ultrasound, but tell the boys traffic.
Traffic.
Everyone's up to speed with Francona.
We're just waiting for our marching orders.
Put me on speaker.
All right, listen up.
This is Operation Find Paulie Francona.
Check all last known addresses Wait, hold on.
That is Right.
So, we need to get information out to all uniforms.
This is a 10-30.
Paulie's armed and very dangerous.
We need to proceed with extreme caution.
OK Where do we get the photo? Where are you going? Holding, to take Wolf to protective custody.
Where were you? Traffic.
No, no, no.
Traffic is where people say they are when they don't want you to know where they actually are.
I was at an ultrasound.
- We need to talk.
- No, we don't.
Yeah, we do.
First, not the right time.
Second, never the right time.
It's about Danny.
Look, Jess, sooner or later, we need to talk, OK? No, we won't.
Keep Wolf where he is.
They found Paulie.
Eagle-eyed uniform gets a gold star.
Spotted Paulie near a crack house on Kepler.
ETF has been notified.
We're going along for the ride.
- Why don't you stay here? - What? You shouldn't be going out like that.
Like what, with no makeup? Like, with these split ends? You know what I'm talking about.
Like, with my swollen ankles? They're fine.
- You're pregnant.
- I'm in my first trimester.
The doctor says crack houses are OK as long as I'm not doing the crack.
Let's go! Negative on Paulie.
Did meet an interesting Bulgarian midget, though.
Spears, dating? Bite me, Ratso.
- I'm on to the next one.
- How many does that make? - Four down.
- We've been at it for two hours.
- Thanks, Captain Buzz Kill.
- I've got - Martin.
- probably Francona.
- 165 Kepler.
- 165 Kepler.
I'm in first.
Devon, Spears, you're on cover team.
Go, go, go! Police! Don't move! Shots fired! Shots fired! Officer down! 165 Kepler Street.
Officer down! Officer down! 165 Kepler street! Send a bus.
I repeat: officer down! These things really work.
Hey, stay down.
EMS is on the way.
- Jess, I'm fine.
- Hey, Spears.
Stay down! Maybe now is a good time to talk.
You mean I have to get shot for us to talk? OK, let's not.
We both know it's my kid.
- We don't know that.
- There are tests to confirm it.
I could take you to court.
You'd never do that.
I want to know, Jess.
And so do you.
I would never do anything to hurt you.
So, what, are you gonna stalk me now? Why, you want me to? You disobey me again, and you're fired.
First degree for the murder of Rosa Ing.
Two counts of attempted, both police officers.
Been busy.
She would have talked.
Weakest link.
Wolf's game I didn't know that guy was a cop.
You always hear cops.
But, uh I didn't.
Didn't hear him coming.
Figured it's a setup.
I brought the coke like he said, so when the door gets booted in, I assumed I'm getting jacked.
Or worse.
Like who said? Wolf.
Said he had some high-powered buyer coming at the end of the night.
Here to take me to my motel room? Sal Wolf, you're under arrest for possession with the purpose of trafficking.
- What? - You called Paulie Francona.
The hell I did.
He says you told him to bring the cocaine.
You had a buyer.
What a load of You gonna believe a guy like I should believe you? Like Adelman did? He tips you off to the raid and you set him up against a loose cannon like Francona? He was destroying my business and my game.
Kept demanding more and more money.
- You should have come to us.
- I just wanted Paulie pinched.
No one just gets pinched anymore, Sal.
I didn't know he was gonna shoot.
Simpson's awake.
He's gonna be fine.
- That's great news, Lou.
- You OK? - Wolf set you up.
- He wouldn't do that.
We've known each other since, uh He worked with my father.
He knew you were coming.
He told Paulie to bring the drugs.
Why? So you'd catch him, have you take care of him.
That's garbage.
He used you, Lou.
You're gonna have to turn in your papers.
Let me serve it out.
I got a year left before my full pension.
That wasn't a request.
My my Maggie's gonna be I'm sorry.
No.
No, I'm the one who should be.
I'm Lou.
I want to give you something.
As a retirement gift.
Good work, Adelman! It's not evidence anymore.
Figured you must be starving.
I love you.
You know that, right? - I know.
Where's Danny? - He's on his way.
He just wanted to pick up a few things first.
Sparkling grape juice.
Awesome.
- You want to see something? - Yeah.
The bean.
Aww! To the bean.
- To both beans.
- Two peas in a pod.
- OK, we should drink now.
- Yes, we should.
Come on.
Eat.
A new pizza.
Not spelt.
- Have a look tonight, mate? - No.
Come on.
You can't see dogs at home.
Yeah.
Put some money on them, then.
I book the bets, mate.
Punters like you make 'em.
- Not anymore.
- Oy.
You still owe me! You and I, we're square.
OK? Price of doing business, mate.