Third Watch s06e06 Episode Script

He drew a knife and tried to stab Cruz, so I shot him.
Get Yokas to talk to you about what happened that night, soon, or your jacket's on the Internet.
- You ready for another? - I'm not driving.
The drugs-- we want the drugs from the ambulance.
I'm Detective Yokas.
I understand you want to talk to us about the body that we found last night.
Yeah.
I saw who took her.
Talking to some guy who was holding this puppy in his hand.
He was wearing those green things that doctors wear.
Her name is Tara Connelly, and right now, her blood is draining out.
And you have 12 hours-- Otherwise she's going to be just as dead as that girl was last night.
Oh, God.
Just stupid.
I got to do everything myself.
Stupid.
Stupid people.
What are they doing in there? Stupid, stupid people.
Hate 'em.
I hate every one of them.
He just turned himself in? Well, it's more like a, a challenge than a surrender.
He says we have until 6:00 A.
M.
to find this new girl.
Are we sure he isn't just some lunatic? People confess all the time to this stuff.
He mentioned puppies.
He was wearing scrubs.
- No one knew those things.
- He won't tell us his name, and he has no ID,but we're running his prints through AFIS right now.
He mentioned Hoover High, but we don't have till the morning.
He mentioned Chestnut Street.
There's no Connelly in the phone book out there, so detectives have started a canvass.
- That's where we're at.
- Keep me updated.
I have to brief the captain on the Finney shooting.
- Yes, sir.
- Right.
Of course, I could just break one finger at a time until he tells us.
- Detective Yokas? You're running a set of prints? Ident just called;came back no hit-- not on file.
- Thanks.
What Swersky just said-- we might be able to use that.
- What part? - If we tell this guy we don't believe him-- we think he's wacko-- maybe we can get him to prove it by telling us where the girl is.
- That sounds too easy.
- There has to be a reason he's here.
He wants us to know how smart he is.
- Go talk to him.
- Me? - Yeah.
- Yeah, you.
No.
I've never interrogated a prisoner before.
You're what we have.
Jelly's busy with the Finney shooting, and if I have to go in there, I might kill him, which would leave us with nothing.
Go on.
Yokas.
It's okay if he thinks he's smarter than you.
Don't let him intimidate you.
These guys live on fear.
They can smell it.
- I'm Detective Yokas.
- No.
No.
- I'm sorry? Uh-uh, no, come on.
We don't have time for this.
Bring Miller in here.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Uh, he's busy.
- "He's busy" doing what? - Police work.
- What could possibly be more important than this? This? Well, um, we're not really sure that you're for real.
Oh, okay.
Um well, let me tell you something.
I'm very real to Tara Connelly, I can promise you that.
Now, look, there's not a lot of time, and the clock is ticking.
Let's not play games.
Come on.
Bring in Miller.
There's not really a clock on this, is there? Would you please bring Miller in here? Well, c-can you prove that you actually have this girl? Oh, geez, just bring Miller in here, all right? So, your fingerprints aren't on file.
Um, maybe that's because I've never been arrested.
And you're wearing scrubs.
Yeah, I'm wearing scrubs.
Wow, you're very clever.
What are you, some kind of doctor or something? - An LPN.
- In a hospital? No, not in a hospital.
Uh, okay, I see what's going on here.
- All right, so, Miller is supervising you? - We're working together.
Uh-huh, right.
Miller does not work with anyone.
Oh, you know him? Did he collar you or something? Did I not just tell you that I've never been arrested in my life? Where the hell is Miller?! - I think you better calm down a little.
- No.
Let me tell you something.
Right now, Tara is in a lot of trouble, and you, sweet pants, are too stupid to follow along.
Lieutenant Miller isn't going to come in here if he thinks that you're some nut job that's just looking for attention.
So, he wants to make sure that you're not some fruitcake that went Looney Tunes today.
- So, is that what happened? - That's the best you can come up with is just a, just a lame insult? Kind of like you calling me stupid.
Miller is the best of the best.
- The world's greatest detectives, right? - What do you mean? Oh, just bring Miller in here.
He understands, all right? And what, you're going to tell him where Tara is? Honey, have you ever read The Fundamentals of Criminal Investigations? - No.
- Okay.
You don't just ask a suspect for something.
You're letting me run this.
You are supposed to be interrogating me.
It's an art form.
Offer me something.
Offer me a cigarette or a soda-- something that the two of us can bond over.
Make me feel comfortable.
Build my confidence.
Then you can tell me about the penalty for the crime that I've committed.
Tell me that I can help myself, and coax me into telling my side of the story, and then you tell me, oh, you understand what I'm going through, and you empathize with me, and then in the end, you convince me that it's better for me to talk now than after the girl dies.
You learned all that from a book, huh? - Do you know that he visits her grave? - Who? Miller.
He visits Rebecca's grave.
Sometimes he'll just go there, and he'll sit all by himself.
Oh, look who's not so busy anymore.
- Lieutenant! - Tell me where she is or I'll make you hurt in places you never knew you had.
- Lieutenant! This is not going to help us.
- Tell me! Lieutenant! Good cop, bad cop.
Nicely done.
Neither one of us feels much like playing good cop, so don't push your luck.
Hey, Lieutenant Miller? You shouldn't feel ashamed about going to Rebecca's grave.
I visit her, too.
I visit all of them.
- Do you ask her to forgive you, too? - What do I have to be forgiven for? Well You couldn't stop me.
All right, here you go.
This is Tara's.
If you find her father, he'll recognize it.
He gave it to her for her sweet 16.
Is that proof enough for you? That twisted little prick was watching me.
I think he was watching her, and you just happened to be there.
Why? Why me? What did I ever do to him? He seems to think that you're some sort of super detective.
But the note said he did it for me.
He killed Rae-Ann for me.
And now this Tara too.
- You mind if I make an observation? - Go ahead.
We're working together.
You said "me" four times.
- I did? - Yeah.
You're right.
You're right.
Look, I don't think this locket proves anything conclusively except that this guy is pretty insane.
He actually got me to put my hands on him.
Look, the worst case scenario is you got a guy that looks good here to close out a couple of these serial murder cases.
I don't think you want to be banging him around.
- You're going to give him a brutality defense.
- You need to keep questioning him.
- I don't think it's going so well in there.
- Are you kidding? He keeps calling me stupid, and wants to know when you're going to show up.
He told you he's a licensed practical nurse, who doesn't work in a hospital.
What does that leave us? Nursing homes, doctor's offices, maybe a private nurse, but they don't really wear scrubs.
We can get his picture; we can start faxing it around to all the likely facilities in Brooklyn.
We can widen out from there.
Get back in there and keep him talking.
Oh, oh, wait, wait, wait.
Hold up.
Let me get the camera.
I can get the picture and start faxing it around, and maybe shake him up some in the process.
Smile, jagoff.
You're under arrest for the murder of Rebecca Hatfield.
Get up.
Take everything out of your pockets, and remove any jewelry.
See, sweetheart, this is called procedure.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to have an attorney present during any questioning.
That's all.
Sit down.
- Do you understand your rights? - Yes, ma'am.
Do you wish to answer any questions? Some.
What are these to? Oh, geez, see, that's one I don't want to answer.
Hey.
Hey, where are you going? I'm a lieutenant of police.
I don't have time for games.
This is not a game.
Then why don't you tell me where the girl is? It is not done that way! Hey! And back to you and me.
- It was a good shoot.
- Yeah, I know.
All right, I mean, Jelly would've told you if it looked bad so you could be prepared.
- Why do I have to go to the hospital? - It's trauma.
Procedure.
Well, what if I'm not traumatized? I wouldn't tell anybody that, okay? You don't want to give the impression that you can just take a life without conscience.
Follow the light, Nieto.
Very good.
- Any nauseousness at all? - No.
- Headache? - Uh, localized, right where I was hit.
- Sleepy? I'm always a little bit sleepy, so You have an egg back here, but it's not bad.
It's not bleeding anymore.
Put a butterfly bandage on it, and you're going to be all right.
- Get out of here.
Told you I'm a pro; I get hit in the head all the time.
You do? - Um yeah? - How many times? Wait - Order a CT.
Find him a bed upstairs.
- You got it.
- A bed? - 24 hours observation.
No, no, no, no, no.
You said I was going to be okay.
- Repeated head trauma's serious.
- I don't get hit all the time.
I-I exaggerate a lot.
Doc, wait, please.
- Carlos! - Oh, no Oh, my God, I just heard! Are you all right? Oh, my God, you could've been killed.
I should be so lucky.
Your CT is ready, and your bed is all taken care of.
- CT? You're being admitted? - Yeah, it's just I'll be here with you all night, baby.
- Don't you worry about it.
- Thanks a lot.
You're welcome.
Okay.
Where's Grace? Is she all right? She went to go do a run sheet.
How many has he killed? Five that we know about.
Now he says there are more.
Holding another girl? - If he is, she's in a lot of trouble.
- Lieutenant Miller? Mr.
and Mrs.
Connelly.
How do you do? How do you do? Tara was gone when I got home from work.
She's only 16.
Please So, what time is it? It's almost 9:00.
- Whoo where does the time go? - Why don't you give me your name, you know-- something to call you? You know, I was very apprehensive about coming here.
- I almost didn't do it.
- I don't get you.
Of course you don't.
- I'm too stupid? - Uh, those are your words.
Hmm.
So, then, why did you? I mean, why would you come here? I mean, you've got to know that you're going away for a long time-- maybe even the death penalty.
Oh, I should think so.
If anyone deserves it, I do.
- Is that what you want-- to be punished? - I want what I've always wanted.
- I want to be stopped.
- You could've stopped at any time.
I have no more control over this than you have over the fact that you have to go to the bathroom right now.
That's, like, your eighth cup of coffee.
You know that women have notoriously small bladders.
I can hold it.
t.
When I got home, the front door was wide open, and Tara's homework was on the dining room table like she'd be right back.
And I was calling out to her when a couple of officers came to the front door and asked if she was missing.
Did you call any of her friends to make sure she isn't with them? Well, she always goes straight home.
Where there's no one there to greet her.
Don't do this now, Ron.
A child needs a parent at home.
She is 16 years old.
Well, apparently, that's not too old to go missing, is it? Folks, this really isn't going to help.
This isn't my fault, is it? It's nothing either of you did.
Now, listen to me-- I need to go to your house with a crime scene team.
Can you stay here and just be available to us? - Of course.
- I'm sorry you're in this situation.
- How did they know? - Excuse me? The officers who came to the door.
How did they know Tara was missing before we even called? Do you recognize this? - Oh, my God! - It's Tara's.
I gave it to her for her birthday.
Well, your vitals seem okay.
- Do you feel panicked at all? - Hmm-mm.
- Anxious? Racy heart? Sweaty palms? - No, nothing.
- What about talking to someone? - I know your department offers counseling.
You'll have to see a department doctor before returning to duty.
- Look, counseling? - It's really not a bad idea, son.
Sometimes, you're affected and don't even realize it.
There's no shame in it.
- Where's Officer Finney? - Oh, great - There you are.
- Dad.
Took out a perp with a gun to a hostage's head.
If that is not Medal of Honor, I don't know what is.
I'm damn proud of you, son.
Damn proud.
Outstanding work.
- Well, thank you, sir.
- What do you think of my boy? I'm glad they're both all right.
That's the kind of situation can go real bad real fast.
Yeah, we were just telling him that there's no shame in seeing a counselor -after a trauma like this.
- Don't be ridiculous-- this young man's been waiting for this moment since he could walk.
I told you I was good, Davis.
I don't want to see any damned shrink.
Right, it's my bad.
- Officer Tyrone Davis, Jr.
? - Yes, sir.
- I know your father - Yeah, that's what I heard.
Aren't you glad you're not saddled with some inept rookie that's more of a liability than a partner? Uh, yeah.
Brendan's going to be a good cop one day.
One day? I'd say, as of today, he's proved himself to be a good cop already.
All right.
Detective Barlow is going to be handling this case from the IAB perspective.
I'm bowing out of this case as of now.
I want this investigation to be impartial and objective.
- I'm proud of you.
- Thank you, sir.
I'm going to need a written statement from you, Brendan-- after you talk to you PBA attorney, of course, at their convenience.
Just basically how the perp had the hostage at gunpoint, and you drew and fired - Impartial and objective, my ass.
- It was a good shoot.
IAB detective just watched his boss declare the kid a hero, then he dictated his statement to him.
- Would you rather they hang him? - No, of course not.
He's never going to get counseling now.
He has to go see a department doctor one way or another, but we can't make him talk to them.
He just killed a guy, boss.
That's not easy.
You know that.
On the way over here, he was I don't know.
He was different.
It was like a light went out or something.
Keep an eye on him.
If he seems to be suffering, will deal with ourselves.
Now, I got to get back to the house.
- Is something going on? - You don't know? We may have a serial killer there.
So, what time is it, anyway, 10:00? It's 20 after.
You guys are just letting the time slip by, aren't you? - How can you be so insensitive? - I'm here with you, aren't I? You know what gets me really angry? How easy the whole thing was.
I mean, I hardly had to do a thing.
I mean, of course I had to, you know, make sure I didn't leave any evidence behind, but, um that's just me doing my job well, right? Your job is a Licensed Practical Nurse.
These murders-- that's a sickness.
- Am I sick? - I think so.
Do you think I can be helped? If you want to be.
If you help us, I can help you.
I want it.
Can you can you help me? I want to try.
Now, that was nicely done.
Yep.
Understanding.
There was some empathy there.
Uh, "Allow me to help you help yourself.
" Now, you're you're a quick learner there, Detective Yokas.
You know, you keep saying that you came here 'cause you want to be stopped, and yet you mock any attempt I make to do that.
- How long you been married? - Excuse me? Well, I see a wedding ring there on your finger.
Does your husband know that you unbutton your shirt like that when you interrogate men? I also don't see an engagement ring, so I'm guessing you guys don't have a lot of money, huh? You and your husband? Did you marry young? Let's just talk about Tara.
Does it make you feel uncomfortable to talk about yourself? Excuse me.
Detective Yokas? You know, it's it's not healthy to keep all that inside.
What? Just make sure you go to the bathroom.
Detective.
Hey.
Where do you going some place? Yeah, I got to process Tara Connelly's house.
Oh, no Her parents.
The father ID'd the locket.
- Now, I didn't tell them that he's here.
- Right.
- I'll check in.
- Okay.
Good luck, Lieutenant.
Call me John, all right? I got a feeling something's about to break.
Like you said-- the only thing you haven't had on this case is luck.
Well, I'm due.
Luck Are you really gonna let this girl die for no reason? Reasons.
Well, that's Oh, God.
What do I have to do to get you to tell me where this girl is? Okay.
Okay.
I want you to go on television.
I want you to tell everybody that I'm smarter than you.
I can do that.
- You can? - Yeah.
Geez.
Oh, my God.
You really are stupid.
I feel sorry for your husband.
Oh, honey, do you think Miller would actually let you go on TV? And by the way, I'm not letting this girl die.
You are.
You and Miller.
What time is it? - It's 11:05.
- 11:05.
Less than seven hours left.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Detective Yokas? Detective Yokas.
Ready for your close-up? Love you.
I have never wanted to hurt somebody so bad.
There is a nursing home on line 2.
The woman says your guy works there.
- Miller.
- John, it's Faith.
Here's a surprise.
Not one bit of physical evidence at the girl's house-- no prints, no nothing.
John, his name is Jeffrey Barton.
- What? - The fax that you sent.
He, um He works at Woodman Vista Nursing Facility in Williamsburg.
- Are you sure? - I just spoke to the head nurse.
Give me the address.
You got nothing to worry about here, my man.
- Thanks for your help.
- Yeah, no problem.
Uh, catch you out there, bro.
- You ready to go home? - Yeah.
I got to spend the night.
- Got you in the head again.
- Yup.
Wait, wait, wait.
- You the guy, the-the cop, the? - Yeah, this is Brendan Finney.
Carlos.
Thanks a lot.
No sweat.
You shoot the guy with the gun or the guy that touched Grace? - What, he touched you? - Not really.
He would have raped you if he had the chance.
- It's over now.
- You really should get some rest.
Come on.
Take him to his room.
Wait.
What happened? Like you, nothing I want to remember.
- Good night.
- No, Grace, wait.
Now, look, are you all right? It was 15 minutes in a bathroom, Finney.
Get over yourself.
Oh He's a wonderful worker.
The patients love him.
He can make even the meanest of them take their meds without a whimper.
Yeah, I imagine he can be very persuasive.
Is he in some kind of trouble? He abducted a young girl.
Jeffrey? Impossible.
He says that if we don't find her before 6:00 a.
m.
, - she's gonna die.
- Jeffrey Barton? The man in that photograph.
Do you have an address on hand? Jeffrey would never harm anyone.
He's at the 55th precinct right now.
He came in himself to tell us about it.
She's gonna die if we don't find her.
Please.
Help me.
Yes.
Um, I have his address right here.
Thank you.
How many kids do you have, Detective Yukus? Oh, please, come on.
You've obviously been married for a while.
And you look like a mom.
Are you trying to make me feel bad about myself again? I'm guessing two.
Boy and a girl.
- How old's your little daughter? - You don't scare me.
You know when I first got here, I was really angry, but now, I'm just very disappointed.
I expected a lot more from you people.
I was in Dubuque, Iowa, and I saw this documentary on your little Son of Sam.
And the detective being interviewed was sitting underneath that big banner: "The Greatest Detectives in the World.
" And that's why I came here.
That's why I came to New York.
To see if it was true? I was hoping.
How long? It's 2:30.
Ooh.
When this is all over, what do you get out of this? I mean, what will it all have been for? I will have been stopped.
You don't need to kill Tara for that.
You know something.
Unfortunately, I do.
'Cause I have absolutely no control over that.
She's gonna die, and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
I was hoping that Lieutenant Miller could do something, - but I guess not.
- Well, the night's not over yet.
Jeffrey.
I spoke to Vivian Hill, um your head nurse? Wow.
Okay.
So, I guess we're making a little progress, aren't we? Well, like I said, the night's not over yet.
Mm-hmm.
Well, you must keep me updated.
You know, it doesn't matter what your old man thinks about counseling.
I've been in your situation before.
It helps to talk about it.
- I got paperwork to do.
- Fin.
What's up, Finney? What's wrong with him? He's had a rough day.
Oh.
I just finished a DUI.
The guy blew a .
39.
- Damn! - That's almost comatose.
Drink does comatose go up.
* Well, then the guy's been drinking since the '50s.
You know Carlos is in the hospital.
Got hit in the head again.
Oh, that's been happening a lot lately.
Yeah.
So, uh, no one's at my place tonight.
Oh, my sister's got to work early, so I need to be there for my nephew.
All right.
But, I mean, if if you, uh If you want to come over - Combien de temps encore ? * - 4½ hours.
Hold up.
Hold up.
I have his keys.
You're pleased with yourself, huh, Jeffrey? I take it things didn't go well at the apartment.
You had the whole thing planned out.
You told me that you were an LPN, that didn't work in a hospital.
Those are the only questions you actually answered.
I did feel bad manipulating you like that.
This is a game to you.
Yeah, life and death.
- The ultimate game.
- You have 45 minutes to save this girl's life.
You know something? No.
I think it's you and Miller that are down to 45 minutes, not me.
Have you ever met the people that are actually affected by your game, 'cause I know that you like to watch.
But I'm just wondering, have you evet met any of them up close and personal? What are you talking about? I want you to tell Tara's mom that this is our fault, and not yours.
Uh, I don't know.
Whoa.
What are you? - Sh! - Please - No! No! No! - Please, d-don't kill my baby.
She's, she's only 16.
She has a whole life to live.
This is inappropriate! - Kill me! - It's their fault! No, no, I'm begging you.
Please-- I'll give you money! I'll give you everything that we have! Just don't kill my baby! I'll do anything! Just kill me! Just kill me! Please give me my baby back! - It's Miller's fault! - I'll do anything! Get her out of here! Get her out of here! Is this making you uncomfortable, Jeffrey? - Come on, Mrs.
Connelly.
- No! No, no, no.
- Take her out.
- No! No! Don't touch me! No.
Don't touch me! No, no, no! Jeffrey, tell her.
- Tell her where she is.
- I can't! - I can't! - No! No! No! I didn't want this from you! I came here to be stopped! I wanted Miller to stop me! - The best of the best! - You don't want to be stopped, Jeffrey! You think this is a game! And in a half an hour, all you will have done is hurt someone who is weaker than you.
And if that somehow makes you feel important, then God God help you.
- Did he talk? - No.
- I missed you here.
- I missed me here.
- Thirsty? - Mm-hmm.
- I'll get us some water.
- There's bottled in the fridge.
I never understood that bottled water.
Seems like it's a rip-off.
You can just get it for free right out of the tap.
- Will you go get the water, please? - You know what I'm saying, though, right? Yeah, but Two bottles of water coming up.
Damn it.
You know, I like you, and everything, but you have a strange idea of what makes a good souvenir.
- What do you mean? - Here.
Your precious bottled water.
What is this? That's not exactly a memento I would have chosen.
- It isn't? - That's the knife we were almost killed with.
I'd think that's something you'd want to forget.
I didn't even know there was a picture of it.
Last time I saw it was in the hospital.
Cruz had it.
Mmm.
- It's 6:05.
- Ooh Is she really dead? See, what I did was I measured her weight with the amount of you know-- phew! So yeah.
She's dead.
Why? Well, it wasn't anything personal, okay? She was just a baby.
- All of them were.
- Mm-hmm.
Becky.
Rae-Ann.
Sara Jane.
Gracie Mintz.
They were just kids.
- I need to know why.
- Because I needed to be stopped.
Uh you think I didn't try? I expected something a little better from you.
Oh.
Yeah, well, maybe I kind of expected a little bit more from myself.
You know, when I came in here I was gonna kill you.
Ooh.
That's okay.
That's okay? You'd like that.
No, I wouldn't like that, but I do understand it.
See I kind of feel like you and me are very much alike.
We're both very driven men.
- They were just kids.
- Yes.
They were just kids.
Look I'm sorry.
Okay? Does that help? I apologize.
No, I do.
I seri I apologize.
And in fact, you know, when you visit her grave, like-like you do Becky's, would you apologize for me, too? Oh, come on.
Oh, Lieutenant? Lieutenant? Lieutenant.
Lieutenant.
Here's something for you.
There's a factory, okay? At 171st and MacArthur.
You'll find her up on the fourth floor.
You and I are nothing alike, you rat bastard son of a bitch.
After I bring her home alive I'm gonna make you real sorry you ever came to New York.
- Hey, Officer? - Yeah? - What time is it? - 4:30.
He's pretty pissed for a guy that wanted to get caught.
He wanted to win.
So, Tara's gonna be okay? Medics say she's gonna make it.
Important thing was getting her blood pressure up.
Her parents are with her.
You You did good, Detective.
I wasn't sure if I was going too fast, you know, with the time? 'Cause if I said it was too late, then, he might have caught on, you know, and blown the whole thing, and then, if I didn't say it was late enough, we wouldn't have had any time at the end.
You did it just right.
Listen, Detective, go home.
I'll finish up.
Thanks, John.
Good job.
Thanks for your help last night serge.
Go home and get some sleep.
- Captain.
- Dad.
Boy did good.
Yeah, he's proved himself to be a good cop.
- That's not why you're here? - Not at all.
- Brendan.
- All right, Sarge.
Sergeant Cruz, you're under arrest for the murder of Donald Mann.
Confiscate her weapon.
Cuff her.
Now get her out of here.