Third Watch s06e05 Episode Script

Previously on Third Watch One of your jobs as the new beat is to make sure the coffee never runs out.
Got it.
Do you have any idea how many times I wanted you to be somewhere for me, and you didn't show up? Get Yokas to talk to you about happened that night soon, or your jacket's on the Internet.
You want to know why I'm here? - Why this anti-crime unit and the 5-5 - Yeah, I want to know why.
Let's hear.
Because you're out of control.
Did you ever see that guy before? - The dead guy? - No, the cop.
- The one with the blue eyes.
- Blue eyes? Are you kidding me? Hey, you got a girlfriend.
Can't I look for that someone special, too? I do not have a girlfriend.
You know, I need to go throw this out.
- Maybe we should, uh, go to your place? - Let's go to my place.
Oh, my God.
Lieutenant? Did-Did you know her? "For Lieutenant Miller?" What the hell does that mean? Sous-titres : Benoun, Ny_stuf Episode 6x05 : The Hunter Hunted Captain Manley, guess what I'm looking at right outside the 5-5? It's another body.
Only this time, he put a note around her neck saying Well, you can't pass this one off as a random killing, now,can you? Oh, you want me to calm down? I wanted resources devoted to this.
Real resources.
No, no.
Don't you tell me to calm down.
When I find this guy, I'm going public.
I'm gonna tell everyone how you wanted this all kept quiet.
I'm gonna tell everyone how you transferred me to keep me from working these murders.
Oh, you don't think so? Just watch me, pal.
- What the hell do you want? - Nothing.
- Then what are you doing? - I'm not allowed to do anything, remember? Go home.
You're released.
This Captain transferred you to keep you from working a case? - I suggest you mind your own business.
- No, no, no.
You said they wanted you here to keep an eye on me, 'cause I was out of control, and all the time, it was just because you pissed some boss off? Circumstances don't change what my end function was and is here.
I need something wide to get an overall sense of the scene.
And make sure you get close-ups of the wrists and the ankles, and also that needle mark.
When you examine that needle mark, you're going to find it was made with a 16-gauge needle.
There are over 50 companies that someone in the tri-state area could have access to.
Combined, these companies have over 15,000 regular customers that purchase their needles.
Doctors, nurses, hospitals, nursing homes.
Of course, this rat bastard could have just made the needle himself.
Who are you? I'm Miller,the new boss assigned to Anti-Crime.
I was the C.
O.
of Brooklyn North Homicide.
- Faith Yokas.
- Didn't she just make detective? - Meritoriously.
This job needs someone who knows what they're doing, Lieutenant.
You know, I'm standing right here.
Has she even been a detective for a whole day? She's been a detective for two days, which is just enough time for me to ask you, what the hell is your name doing on my victim? Because you are that Lieutenant Miller, aren't you? - Hit me again here.
- Hey, this one's on me.
In honor of your first stinker.
About time you came up off your wallet.
Jagoff's still got his communion money.
Here's to dying in the street where someone can find my ass.
Whoo-hoo! Hey! Cheers! Your name is Grace Foster.
You've only been at the 5-5 a couple of weeks.
You worked in Bed-Stuy and want to go back there, but I'm hoping you won't until I get a chance to know you better.
I'm a cop.
Brendan Finney.
I work with Davis? ** Is that a suicide in the appartement.
** in the apartment the other day Yeah, I know who you are.
Where'd you get all that information about me? Well, I asked around.
You some kind of stalker? Well, that depends on how hard to get you're gonna be.
You could start by buying me a drink.
Carlos, hi.
- Is something wrong? - We're not dating.
- Would you like to come in? - We are not dating.
Okay, true.
We haven't gone out on an official date yet.
Official, unofficial-- it-it it doesn't matter.
We're We're never gonna date ever, Levine.
I don't even like you.
- Are you going to stand in the hallway all night? - Are you listening to what I'm saying? Yes, and so are my neighbors.
- I just want to be clear on this.
- Okay.
Um Come inside, and we can talk about it, - and then, if you still want to call it off, it's off.
- Call it off? It was it was never on.
- I can only stay a few minutes.
- Sure.
We had four bodies turn up like this over the last six months.
Prostitutes.
All drained of blood.
I tried to put together a task force, but nobody upstairs wanted to say a serial killer was working in Brooklyn.
This girl doesn't look like a prostitute.
- No, she's probably a runaway.
- What makes you say that? Did you look at the body? How much time do you think it takes to completely drain someone's blood through a needle? I'm guessing it takes a while.
for any length of time-- had to be news, right? Guys, I'm gonna need every piece of garbage that isn't sealed collected.
- You're kidding me? - No, 'cause something may have gone in there with her.
You know, cigarette or something.
Something with a fingerprint.
There's not gonna be any prints.
What's the plan? You're gonna sit on the sideline and criticize everything that I do? I'm only gonna tell you what you're gonna find.
He uses a taser to disable his victims.
That's what those little side- by-side burns are on the body.
And there's nothing distinctive enough about the marks to help with a manufacturer.
He drains the blood completely and dumps them.
There's never a print, never a fiber, never a hair, and never any DNA.
- And are all the notes addressed to you? - There's never been a note before.
- Well, you see, we learned something new already.
- What's that? He doesn't like you very much.
Look, I'm the first to admit I'm in over my head a little bit here.
But every body is an opportunity for him to make a mistake.
I think we should look at it with fresh eyes like it was the first one.
- Detective? - Yeah?Yeah? - I'm pretty sure he means me, Lieutenant.
- There's a purse.
It's kind of like the family business.
My father and grandfather took me to the range the first time when I was four.
- You were shooting guns at four years old? - Oh, yeah.
Small ones at first, you know? Kid-sized.
My great-great-great-great- great-great-grandfather was a copper on the Mayflower.
And what about you? - EMS in your DNA or what? - Mmm, my family's in construction.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
- You ever see what a nail gun can do to a foot? - No.
I was the one calling 911every other day, so I figured, hey, I might as well join up.
And then when I got out on the street, I just got addicted to it, you know? - The action, the adrenaline.
- I haven't had much of that yet.
I had a bad car accident, and that stinker, but, uh they don't tell you about those in the academy.
- Can you blame them? - You ready for another? - I'm not driving.
I guess I like you, fine.
You're kind of strange, sure, but everybody is a little odd in one way or another? Look even I have weird habits.
Like, Davis is always giving me crap because I put on a sock and a shoe and a sock and a shoe instead of a sock and a sock and a shoe and a shoe.
I guess that's unusual.
Bless you.
- How many cats do you have? - Four altogether.
Uncle Bill is usually outside, though.
I'm a little bit allergic.
Oh.
Jody, Buffy, Mr.
French-- get down.
Anyway, uh, I'm just not looking for a relationship with anybody right now.
It's not a you-and-me thing.
It's a me thing.
Totally a me thing.
You understand? It's notit's not, uh, a you-and-me thing.
It's a me thing totally.
Totally.
You know this doesn't change anything, right? Mmm, not for me.
What does that mean? It's occupied.
- Yo, I said it's occupied.
- Open up.
What's the craziest place you ever did it? Well, hopefully, right here.
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Georgia DL.
She got it two months ago when she turned 16.
Rae-Ann Timms.
Rae-Ann Glitter eye shadow, lip gloss A little girl acting like a grownup.
What's that? It's a bus ticket for earlier today.
Leaving out of Port Authority, going to Macon, Georgia.
She was going home.
All right, listen up.
As you all know, there was a body discovered last night right outside the station house.
Now, I don't have to tell you that Downtown is not pleased with the fact that a murder victim can be dumped amid an entire platoon of cops.
They want this guy caught, and so do I.
Detective Yokas is the primary.
She's going to need help with the canvassing.
I want everyone who was on this street yesterday talked to.
I want to know if they saw anything even remotely suspicious.
We'll take care of the firehouse, boss.
Attention to roll call.
Sullivan and Monroe - Did anyone notice howpretty the air smells today.
- It's smells like piss.
I love this time of year.
End of the summer, just about to change over to fall.
If either one of you starts singing, I'm jumping out the window.
We're only on the second floor.
That's not much of a statement.
Come on-- chop, chop-- I want to get out there.
- I like her better when she's bitching.
- Have a good day.
Don't do that.
Don't wish me good days.
- I told you-- nothing changed last night.
- Oh, come on.
- I'm serious.
Don't.
- Whatever you say,lover.
- Don't call me that.
Can we just keep last night between ourselves? Please? Who would I tell? We're seeing each other.
Good afternoon.
- I thought we talked about this.
- The coffee is the newbie's job.
Mm-hmm.
It's not made.
- Yokas? - Hmm? What? - Coffee? - No.
I had some already.
- What's that? - It's a book of knots.
- Knots? - Yeah.
You know, uh Monroe and Davis found that body out in front of the house last night.
You're kidding me.
- You don't watch the news? - Too depressing.
Anyway, the vic had a note tied around her neck.
I'm trying to see if there's anything sort of unusual about the knot.
You know, like some nautical connection.
- A note? - Yeah.
To that C.
O.
Miller.
- You know, from Brooklyn North.
- Miller's a jerk.
- Yeah, well, apparently, the perp feels the same way.
- You need any help? No, I got uniforms canvassing,Martinez and Boyle are taking a look at the cameras at Port Authority, and I got my book of knots.
So, I think I'm all set.
Detective? - Detective? - Yokas - What? - Yes, sir? - Georgia State Patrol on line four for you.
Detective Yokas.
You sure it's the right family? Their daughter is a runaway, though, right? You need a photo.
I don't have anything clear right now.
Can I, uh,fax you something in a couple hours? Thank you.
These are all the open cases-- every photo, every interview, every follow-up.
- And you're giving them to me? - I'm offering to help you.
- To help me? - Yeah-- you, me, us.
I don't know.
Maybe you can take a look at them with fresh eyes.
Well, I got to go down to the morgue right now.
I got to take a picture of the girl to send down to the family for an ID.
All right.
Why don't you come with me? I could use somebody, uh who has some experience.
Oh, yeah? Okay, uh, I'll be right back.
I got friends who worked for him in Brooklyn.
If he's involved in something, it's for the publicity.
He'll get all the glory, and you'll get squat.
As long as we find whoever did this to this little girl, I don't really give a damn who gets the credit.
What's up, Sarge? I'm free.
From? Lieutenant Miller.
This body you found had something to do with a case he was working on in Brooklyn, so, uh, he's off my ass for now.
- Good for you - Yeah.
I thought he was the plant from IAB.
The one I was warned about.
He just got bounced off his last command for stepping on a boss' toes.
That doesn't sound like a candidate for an IAB undercover op.
No, it doesn't.
You don't think IAB be stupid enough to use Captain Finney's own son? No.
I don't think so.
Be careful who you talk to, Monroe.
There's a rat loose in the house.
You know what? She's right.
It actually does smell nice out here.
Please.
- You have a bad night or something? - Hey-- my personal life is my business.
Don't ask me about what I do when I'm not here.
- All right.
- We got way too much familiarity around here, you know that? - What I do at home on my own time-- that's my business.
- I said all right.
Do I ask about your personal life, or where you were at night, or who you slept with? "Slept with"? That's none of your business.
Adam 55-3, at the trucking terminal, Victim called himself on a cell phone.
We've lost the signal, but we're calling him back.
Hey, is, uh, is Grace around? I think they just got a job at 69th and Kent.
- You want me to raise her on the radio? - No.
We'll catch up to her.
Thanks, though.
Where you going? - What? - Grace wasn't the only one that worked yesterday.
Oh, yeah.
There was a body found outside the precinct last night.
Did you guys see anything suspicious around 10:30 or so? Sorry.
Day off.
Carlos was working, but he never mentioned anything about a body.
- Carlos didn't - He spent the night at my house.
I think he would have mentioned a body right there in front of the police station.
Yeah, he probably would have.
- See you guys out there.
- Yeah.
- Wait, wait, who's Carlos? - He's my roommate.
- Should be right around here.
- Wouldn't you hate to have a heart attack somewhere like this? There's a good place to have a heart attack? No, but imagine this being the last thing you saw.
Looks like there's an open bay over there.
I don't see anyone.
Let's check it out.
He might have lost consciousness or something.
Or it could be a prank.
Won't hurt you to walk, Carlos.
Stay in shape, wouldn't want Holly to see you getting all flabby.
What did she tell you? Come on, stud.
What did she say? She didn't say anything.
-Hey There's a guy over here that needs some help.
I can't believe she told you.
It's like a high school around here.
Or a soap opera.
Carlos, come on, you're the one giving it up.
Hold it!Hold it! Hands where I can see them! Oh, my God.
We want the drugs from the ambulance.
- You can get wathever you want - We don't need you to tell us that.
Move it.
Move it! Listen.
The dispatcher knows where we are and they're sending a police unit to back us up.
- Why? - It's a bad area.
Standard operating procedure.
Bull! Look, it's true, man.
If a squad car comes, it's not our fault.
Well, if that happens I'm gonna blow your heads off.
- And that won't be my fault.
- Well, you betterb hurry up then.
We'll get you your drugs and you can get the hell out of here.
- Don't tell me what to do.
- Okay, okay, sorry.
Sorry.
Okay, I'm going to open the door now.
- Just let me get the keys out of my pocket.
- No! Kevin, get the keys.
- You just said my name.
- Get the keys.
Yeah, but now they know my name.
Death by exsanguination.
Autopsy showed nothing remarkable, other than the fact that she had no blood in her body.
Cause of death was shock due to critical lower of blood pressure.
Right.
How long does that take, the draining of the blood? That's multifactorial.
Was it drained slowly like when you give blood or pumped out like dialysis? What gauge angiocath? Were there peripheral or central IV sites? - Okay, which all means what? - There's no way to tell.
Could be a long time, could be a short time.
Whoever did this probably had some kind of medical training.
- Or at least access to medical supplies.
- What makes you think that? Blood class The victim would have had to have an anticoagulent continually injected into her to keep the blood emptying.
a bizarre scene, Bob.
The body of a teenage girl was found last night in a Dumpster directly outside the 55th precinct station house.
The victim's identity is being withheld - pending notification of next of kin.
- Jeffrey? Jeffrey, can you check on Mrs.
Morganstrom before you go home? She's been hiding her meds under her pillow again.
is also requesting that anyone who may have seen anything unusual around here last night, around the 55th Lieutenant.
People used to believe that if you look into a dead person's eye, you'd see a snapshot of the last thing they saw.
You know how many times I wish that were true? We should go.
- We got to catch this guy, Detective.
- We will.
Something going on? What do you mean? You volunteered us to go the firehouse.
Seems to me like you want to see, uh, what's-her-face, that new medic.
- Who, Grace? - Yeah, Grace Something going on with that? Maybe.
- We had a bunch of beers together last night.
- Good for you, man.
- Yeah, she's pretty hot.
- That she is.
- She's also, uh real smart.
- That's a deadly combination.
I noticed you and Monroe giving each other sideways looks at roll call.
Damn.
Good eye, young officer.
All right, Davis.
So, they're over at, uh-- what did the other medic say-- Maybe we should just swing by there right now, interview 'em.
Hey, boss did say this body last night was a priority.
We got to do what we got to do.
Hey! Don't move! Just let her get the keys, man.
- Just let her get the keys.
- Want to be a hero? Next one won't be in the air.
Stop.
- Maybe they're in your shirt pocket.
- Leave her alone, Kevin.
All right, that's far enough! Leave her alone! Leave her alone! Carlos! - Get the damn keys, man.
- I'm not finished with her yet.
Yes, you are! Get the keys! Rebecca Hatfield was the first girl's name.
"Tuffy" was her street name.
She was a junkie prostitute, worked Red Hook.
No one saw her get picked up, so it's only an assumption she was there when it happened.
He dumped her in the Naval Yards.
I remember her mother came to the morgue to ID her, and she kept calling her Becky.
Now, my bosses were of the opinion she's just another street whore at the wrong place at the wrong time, but her mother called her "my little Becky.
" She never knew "Tuffy.
" She knew a different girl.
- I got a daughter the same age as that girl.
- Oh, no.
That-that's the worst.
- That's the worst.
- You got kids? Yeah, I got a daughter, ten, and a son, nine.
I don't get to see them as much as I'd like to.
You know what? I got so changed by this job that eventually, my wife-- she didn't want me around them.
She was right.
I wasn't really capable of separating the street from my life with them.
She married the dentist, she was having an affair with.
- A dentist, huh? - Yeah, not even an orthodontist.
I mean, you know, when she told me about him, I figured at least the kids would come out of it with free braces or something, you know? No such luck.
I just keep thinking about how scared that girl must've been.
You know, you come from Georgia to New York, you get swept up by this monster.
The only thing you can do for her now is put him away.
Yeah? Hey.
Okay.
Thanks.
That was Tommy Boyle.
He and Martinez took the girl's picture over to Port Authority.
Nobody saw her.
They got nothing on the surveillance tapes.
We got nothing.
Like you said, we keep looking.
Fresh eyes.
Treat this one like it's the first.
- And if we still got nothing? - If there's one thing I haven't had on this cases, it's luck.
I'd say I'm about due.
- I need my bag from the bus.
- Sorry.
- Where the hell is the morphine? - I-It's in a lockbox on the bottom left.
- The key's on this ring? - The top one.
- I need to get him to a hospital.
- Shut up.
He has a concussion.
- This is it? - They don't give us that much.
- Get some hypos, too.
- Where are the needles? Top drawer-- hurry up and finish.
I got to get him to a hospital.
- I can't let you walk away from this.
- I won't tell anyone.
And what are you going to say, you lost all the morphine? - I won't describe you.
- Sure.
You're just going to let us walk away.
- Oh, damn it! - What?! It's the cops.
Yokas.
The young girl over there wants to talk to the detective in charge of the body found last night.
Thanks.
I'm Detective Yokas.
I understand you want to talk to us about the body that we found last night? - Yeah.
Did-did she have shoulder-length, dark hair? - Yeah.
- Was her name Rae-Ann? - Yeah.
She was my best friend.
I saw who took her.
So, how long you and Monroe been an item? Not long enough for you to know about us, so keep your trap shut.
- She'll kick my ass.
- She's got you whipped already.
Hey.
Go talk to your little girlfriend.
I'll kill her! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Both of you stay right there! All right, cool out, man.
Get your hand off your gun, Finney.
- Stop moving! - It's all good.
Kevin! Kevin, you bastard! Left you all alone here, man.
- Stop it! Stop moving! - We're not going to do anything to you.
It's over.
It's over, okay? - We just wanted the drugs, man.
- Looks like your friend took off with 'em.
- I'm sick, man.
- Think about it, man.
- Can't get both of us.
- Shut up.
I can get her! - Hold on, hold on! - Shoot him, Brendan.
Hold on, no one's shooting anybody.
Shut up! Just calm down.
I want to see your hands.
I can't see your hands! I'm going slow.
You don't think I'll do it?! I'm not challenging you, man.
You don't have to prove anything.
- Put your guns on the ground! - I'm going slow, man.
- Okay, I can't see your hands! - All right.
Turn towards me so I can see your hands! Now, damn it ! Hold on, no one's shooting anyone.
Relax.
Turn towards me so I can see your hands.
Your still finger on the back ! - We're not prostitutes.
Neither one of us is.
- I didn't say that you were.
Yeah, well, we're not.
We ask people for money sometimes, and that's all.
- Okay.
I believe you.
- Why don't you tell us what happened to Rae-Ann? I don't know.
I was coming back from getting us some food, and I turned the corner, and she was talking to some guy who was holding this puppy in his hand.
They were standing next to a van.
It was a dark blue van.
And there was a box in the open door of the van and when she turned around to look at the other puppies, he did something to her and she fell.
And he picked her up and put her in the van and then he just drove away.
Why didn't you call the police then? I tried.
I waved down this cop car, and she said Rae-Ann would be back when she finished her date.
All right, if I showed you some pictures, would you be able to ID this guy? It was nighttime and I only saw him from behind.
He was wearing those green things that doctors wear.
Scrubs? I guess.
- So you never saw his face? - No, but I know that van.
- There was something scary about that van.
- All right.
Will you give us a minute? A van.
All she can give us is a van.
Whoa.
It's more than we had before.
But even when somebody sees this guy he doesn't leave any clues? His luck just ran out.
You know that garbage you had us collect? There was a soda can and a fingerprint.
- Step on it, Brendan.
- We're almost there.
- What happened? - You got hit in the head.
We're almost at the hospital.
I can't keep getting hit in the head.
This is like the tenth time.
Yeah, you definitely need a new hobby.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm fine.
You stopped him.
Thanks.
Grace, come here.
If anything permanent happens, tell Levine Davis wouldn't be good at it because I don't even think he likes my bird.
- Your bird? - Tell her, okay? Tell her she can have the bird.
She's an animal lover.
You're gonna be fine, Carlos.
Yeah, I really gotta stop getting hit in the head.
He did four years for rape in Dannemora.
It was his third conviction.
He got out seven months ago, a month before Becky turned up.
- Oh my god!! - What? Harvey Tanner lives in Red Hook.
And he's the registered owner of a black van, a black panel van.
Blue, black At night, what's the difference? This is him, isn't it? Let's go find out.
Try the knob.
Take the door.
Harvey Tanner? Harvey Tanner is a career criminal, a registered violent sex offender who's been in and out of prison most of his life.
We have a piece of evidence tying him to the crime scene.
As expected, we took him down without a fight.
These guys are cowards, bullies.
They think they're smart, they think they're tough, but they're all caught eventually.
It's just a matter of time.
I didn't kill nobody.
- We got fingerprints, Harvey.
Fingerprints.
- I don't care what the hell you got! Harvey, you think fingerprints can't put you away? - I didn't kill no girl.
- All right, let's talk about your van.
- What? What about it? - We got an eyewitness said the girl was picked up by a man in a van.
What, I got the only van in New York? Can you tell me what your fingerprints are doing on a soda can in a Dumpster right in front of this station house? Station house? Yeah, Harvey, right here at the 5-5.
'Cause I was here yesterday.
What? I'm a registered sex offender.
You know that.
So I had to register.
I moved to a different apartment in the same building.
I was here yesterday changing the information.
When I left, I had a soda.
I threw it in the garbage.
So what are you saying, Harvey, it's just a coincidence that your fingerprints ended up on a soda can inside a Dumpster with a dead girl? I'm saying I never killed nobody.
to the back of his head.
Awake now, but LOC times five minutes at the scene.
What happened to you now, Nieto? I gotta stop getting hit in the head.
He's also displaying a bit of a repetitive speech problem.
Look, I really wasn't supposed to leave the scene.
Davis is I'm sure there's all kind of brass there now, so Thank you, Brendan.
Don't.
Look, I gotta go.
He was here yesterday changing his address.
You gotta be kidding me This is all a coincidence.
I don't believe in 'em.
Well, I got a team going through his apartment right now.
That shouldn't take long to get through that rat hole.
What are we going to do with him in the meantime? I'm not finished sweating him.
She's 16 years old! She just turned 16 in May.
She goes to Hoover High School.
She's a junior.
She takes the 111 bus every morning from her home on Chestnut Street, and she takes the same bus back home every afternoon at 3:30.
Her mother works so she has to stay at home three hours every single day all by herself.
S Lieutenant Miller.
You know, I really thought it was going to be a problem to get her into my van because it's a residential area and I was just pulling her straight out of her house, but, you know, she really wanted a puppy.
She really wanted a puppy badly.
Lieutenant Miller, I'm not going to wait for you forever! Her name is Tara Connelly.
And right now, her blood is draining out, and you have 12 hours she's going to be just as dead as that girl was last night.