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All right.

We have a brief respite in the action.

You want to tell me how you got the pillbox out of the Fitzgerald's house?

I was drinking with Mr. Fitzgerald all day and all night

until he passed out.

Damn. I wonder what the fuck he looks like this morning.

into the bathroom and he was right there on the counter by

the sink just like Meg said.

Yeah, he's a fucking rocket scientist.

It's just a good thing you got him.

I don't know how much longer Mrs. Fitzgerald could have gone without her

You gave her the pills, right?

Yeah.

It should take effect by the time the sedatives wear off.

Is she going to be okay?

Medically speaking, she should be fine.

Whether or not she'll be okay depends on Alex.

Lieutenant Miggs.

Fuck, man. What is it with you guys anyway?

Nothing I want to talk about with you.

No, just seriously. Are you guys...

Boyfriend or girlfriend? Is it your fuck buddy? Is it your pimp?

What? Mick's had one thing right. You've got a big fucking mouth.

Just keep your mind on the business at hand.

Yeah, the business at hand, yeah.

Business at hand.

What business would that be? The kidnapping business?

The one where you kidnap a woman with Alzheimer's who happens to be my best

friend's mom?

Is that the business you're talking about? I just, like, I want to be clear

that I don't misinterpret anything.

Don't be a dick, Eddie.

You're just as indebted to Mates as I am, or you wouldn't be here.

You and I are in the same shithole of a situation, so don't get all holier -than

-thou on me, Eddie.

Christ.

Why were you the one who opened the door?

Where's the good lieutenant?

He's at work, you know, doing cop shit.

So then what's to prevent me from walking Mrs. Fitzgerald out of here and

putting an end to this clusterfuck right now?

I don't know, maybe the, uh...

Gun, he left me here in my pocket.

You know, he made me swear to put a bullet in your fucking head,

if you got out of line.

The way you're talking to me, I just might do it.

You wouldn't shoot me.

Just do what you're fucking supposed to do, Eddie.

We're both in the same sinking ship.

What is it that I'm supposed to do now? Because I already got you the pillbox.

I don't know. Just go downstairs while I take care of Mrs. Fitzgerald.

All I know is you and I should both be here when Alex gets back.

When is that going to be?

What's the question? Jesus Christ, you are a fucking child.

Just... He'll be here when he gets here, okay?

Now, if you're done puking your guts out, you should go downstairs and have

water or Gatorade or something. You're probably very dehydrated by now.

That's very compassionate of you, Nurse Jackie.

I guess you are a real nurse, huh?

Yeah, a fucking tired nurse, Eddie.

So don't make me expend any more energy by putting a bullet in your head. I was

hoping to take a break from the kind of shit I see in the ER.

This is your break from that?

Just saying.

I just don't even know why I'm here. He's not going to listen to me.

Right. Where is he?

He'll be here. I'm with you. I'll take you through this.

Oh, please.

Dr. Campos, tell me in fact what you told me last night in the parking

What do you believe you saw?

Sergeant, boost them what they do.

Not what I believe. It's what I saw. Calm down, Carly.

Lieutenant Miggs just has to phrase it that way.

There's certain language and protocol that comes with accusing an officer of

committing a crime, especially by a fellow officer.

Now just tell it again.

Okay.

We were patrolling way up Laurel Canyon, near Van Nuys Boulevard.

Pacoima. You know the area.

Hardcore gang territory. Lots of drug activity.

Bustamante tells me to pull over, so I do.

He gets out, and I wait in the black and white.

He approaches them Cholo, who hands him an envelope.

I see it plainly. It's thick, like it's got a wad of cash in it. Then the kid

runs away and Bustamante gets back in the car.

I ask him, what's in the envelope?

Because he knows I must have seen it.

He looks at me and says, what envelope?

And eyeballs me hard.

Then he takes his finger to his lips and goes, shh.

Then he tells me to drive.

So I drive.

And here I am. But you didn't actually see any cash. Lieutenant, please.

Carly.

Officer Campos, Lieutenant Nix is just asking questions that everybody is going

to ask if this goes further up the chain.

If you're going to get rattled in a room of friendlies, how are you going to act

if it goes up to Eternal Affairs?

Listen to Detective Hollis, officer.

I hate bad cops as much as anyone.

But if we're going to take this to IA, we better have all the facts straight.

Believe me.

If I think Bustamante's a dirty cop, I'll personally go through a fucking

with you to nail him.

Come in.

Oh, hey, Lieutenant. Sorry to bother you, but you know how you reminded me

I should come to you in Captain Webb's absence with any new cases of missing

persons? Uh -huh.

Well, I got a kid downstairs.

Says his mom disappeared three days ago.

He says that he's real worried because I guess he's got Alzheimer's.

Sergeant Woodbury, maybe take a quick statement and then call social services.

I'll follow up after I'm done here. There's no need to bother Lieutenant

with something like this.

Detective Hollis, hold on a minute. I told the captain that I personally

the missing person cases.

Did he get the kid's name? Yeah, I did.

Fitzgerald. Brendan Fitzgerald. His mom is Fontina.

No, I don't think that's right. It's Fiona.

Fiona Fitzgerald.

Caucasian, red hair, green eyes.

Looks probably late 40s, maybe early 50s. You know what? Maybe put the kid in

the interview room. I'll come down and take a stand in myself.

Wait a minute, Lieutenant.

Woodbury can't handle this. We're in the middle of something very important

here. I know, I know, but I told the captain I'd handle this, so I have to

a statement.

Listen, we'll reconvene later, okay?

This afternoon.

You know what?

Let's make it tomorrow morning. I have something I have to do this afternoon,

I've got to go talk to them.

What the fuck was that all about, Tracy?

Is he not taking me seriously?

I have no idea. That was a simple statement and a call to social services.

Woodbury could have done it.

I don't think he believes me.

No, no, no. It's got nothing to do with you. He's rattled about something. Who

the fuck knows what?

Well, what do we do now?

We get back to work, Carly.

Come on, we can talk about this later.

They're still on patrol at Bustamante, right?

Yep. Gotta be with that crooked motherfucker all day in the black and

Bustamante is a real badass.

He only joined the force because it's the baddest gang in town.

He could have easily been Mexicali.

He's probably in bed with them too.

But he's still your partner.

If he knows you talk, shit's gonna fly.

Come on, let's get out of here.

We'll talk about it later tonight.

Did you really think you could out -drink me, Eddie?

You stupid fucking kid.

You better not be on the wrong side of whatever the fuck is going on in this

house.

And by the way, you and your nurse friend left the back door unlocked.

I just assume neither one of you is the mastermind.

You're okay.

You're okay. Thank God.

Thank God.

Yes, of course I'm okay.

They've been very good to me here.

They have? Yes, of course.

No one told me it was visiting day.

What do you mean by visiting day?

I had no idea you were coming.

When am I going home, sweetie?

This place must be so expensive.

Are you making enough money with Eddie to afford a place like this?

Don't worry about that, okay? Don't worry about that right now, Fiona, all

right? We'll talk about that later. But in the meantime, you just stay here

in bed, okay?

If anybody comes by, don't tell them I'm here, all right? It's not visiting day.

But I just couldn't stand to be without you any longer.

I love you so much.

I know you're doing everything you can to take care of me.

All right, do the thing.

Look, Fee, baby.

You don't have to be sorry.

I'd go to the ends of the earth for you.

You're my whole world. I'd be nothing without you.

But right now, just stay here in bed,

okay? And don't tell anybody I was here.

No need to be nervous, Brendan.

Your name is Brendan Fitzgerald, right? Yes, sir.

Just need to get some information so we can help us find your mother.

Yeah, thank you. She's been missing for three days. We're pretty worried.

She has Alzheimer's pretty bad.

I know. I know. Sergeant Woodbury filled in.

So when was the last time you saw your mother?

About two weeks ago.

I live up at school, and she was down here with my dad when she went missing.

What's your dad's name?

Kevin Fitzgerald.

What does he do for a living?

He used to be a marketing manager, but he got laid off a while back.

I know now he has a part -time job, but I'm just not exactly sure what it is.

Would you say he has a good relationship with your mother?

Amazing relationship, yeah. They're very good together. That's why he's been

pretty... broken up since she went missing.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Does your dad have any guns or weapons in the house?

I'm sorry, weapons?

I don't understand what this has to do with anything.

Just procedural. We ask these questions any time an alleged crime has been

reported. Crime? No, no, not a crime. I'm saying that, like, my mom has

Alzheimer's and she just walked off.

I know, I know, but we have to consider all the possibilities, no matter how

remote. Understand?

I mean, I guess.

So, does your dad have any guns?

Not that I've ever seen.

I know there's one pistol that he has left over from his time in the reserves,

but, I mean, I've never seen it. He keeps it locked up.

It was in the reserves. What branch?

Army.

Right around during the Gulf War, before I was born.

So, reserves, he didn't really go overseas and fight?

Oh, no, no.

Right after 9 -11, his reserve battalion got called out to Iraq.

Did he see any action?

I'm not exactly sure because my mother told me to never ask him about it, but I

think he did some pretty bad stuff over there.

I mean, he had nightmares. He wakes up screaming.

Any time there's, like...

a war movie on, I'll just turn it right off.

Well, okay then. I think I have enough information to help me get your mom

I mean, help us locate your mother.

But I really haven't said anything.

Oh, you'd be surprised how much information you've given us to bring

home safely.

Thanks for coming in.

Officer, I didn't get your name.

Oh, sorry about that.

Lieutenant Alexander Meggs.

You and your dad will be hearing from me real soon.