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Hey, sugar, you looking
for a good time?

Maxine will take you for a nice ride.

Hey, baby, want a date?

Yeah. How much?

For you, darling, 80 bucks.

Okay.

T All right, let's go.

Councilman Pfeiffer
solicits a prostitute Hm around 10:15 p. m. Wednesday evening.

You come here a lot?

Yeah. Look, uh...

where are we going to do this?

You know, you look
like someone.

No. I... look...
I get that a lot.

Councilman
something, right?I've seen your commercials.

Look, uh... fouh Just give me my money back.

Sorry. Dolly's got
a no-return policy.

Oh, no. Hey, you get back here!

Oh! Let go!
Give me that money!
Give me...
That's mmoney!

No! let go!

Easy! I don't want
any trouble!
Come on! Yes!
Please!

911. What's your emergency?

Yeah. There's a guy
a tacking a businessman

on Fifth
and the Westside Highway.

You'd better hurry up.He's got a gun.

Hey!

Hey, get that damn light
out of my face!

Leave him alone!

You crazy?

I said get that damn light out
of my face!

You don't know
who you're messing with.

"If this van's a-rocking,
don't come knocking. "

Looks like someone
did more than knock.

So who do we got?

We've got a private investigator
named Scott Lucas.

A lawyer he was doing some work
for, named Eli Rudolph,

with some Bureau connections,
called it in.

Well, now his problem
is our problem.
Exactly.

Lucas was doing
some surveillancee on a Council Cn Jeffre
Pfeiffer
the night before last.

Apparently, one
of Pfeiffeths opponents hired him to find
some dirt.

Well, did he find any?

Yeah. He saw Pfeiffer
manh dle a working girl over by the Westside Highway.

Pimp didn't like it.
Put him in the hospital.

Where's the pimp now?

MIA.

The hooker saw him
going after Lucas,

but then she ran off before
she could see anything more.

NYPD picked her up a block away,

and she ID'd the pimp
as a Lester Hanks.

So Hanks grabbed him,

dumped the body, and then
stripped the van and left it here.

Wi
Any blood or signsof struggle?
No.

So we don't know
if he was in the van at the time
of the robbery, then?

This thing's voice-activated.

1:32 a. m. Wednesday.

That's three hours
after he made the 911 call.

You got some dope gear, man.

Must be worth a mint.

All right...

th we're out ere.

LET GO

Call me ungrateful,
but video would have been more helpful.

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Okay, we can officially
rule out the pimp.

Elena just sent me this text.

"Lester Hanks was seen entering
his apartment an hour before

Lucas' recorder
was time-stamped. "

Well, not to worry.

We have no shortage
of potential suspects.

He's got at least
nine open investigations.

In this one file,
it looks like he started an interview,
but he tore some pages out.

There's no name or Social Security
but the client is Eli Rudolph,

the lawyer
who called in the MP report.

You know, n't get
how these guys do it.

I mean, the snooping aroun

It would depress
the hell out of me.

Oh, yeah. Because what we do is
all sweetness and light, right?

At least we have
a nicer view.

What's going on
with the laptop?

Files are encrypted.

ERT is taking it back to Tech.

T1ouHe's diabetic.

We're out of here.

Let go!

The one saying, "We're out
of here" is definitely Scott.

I don't recognize
the other voice.

There's no way I can get hold
of those case files, huh?

What did you hire Lucas
to investigate?

That's sensitive information
subject
to attorney-client privilege.

It's also evidence in
a missing person's case now.

Which you called in.

Can't have it both
ways, Counselor.

You want to find
your investigator,
you're going to have
to cooperate.

JAEveryMart is being sued
for $2 million.

The plaintiff,
Vince Murano,

claims he was hit by a truck
driven by one of their drivers-

a man named Art McCormick.

Was he?

Yeah. But we think
he jumped in front of it

so he could sue for damages.

Ronald barely
had a scratch on him,

but he insists he can't work

because
of the alleged nerve damage.

Did Scott Lucas find any
evidence to support your theor

As of a week ago, no.

But we had a meeting
scheduled for yesterday,

hence my distress
at his disappearance.

Well, several pages are missing

from Lucas' notes
the Murano case.

Do you have any idea why?

'Cause he gave them to me.

Not that I was happy
to get them.

Three weeks,
and all you got on Murano

are a bunch of lunches
with his brother?

It's an active investigation.

What I'm paying you for

is to get me information
on Murano's physical condition,

not his eating habits.

For five yr, I do youI dirty
work so you don't have to,

and you like how I do it,
correct?

Historically, yeah,
but what's this, huh?

Usually, I get
a typed report.

This... this looks like my
fifth-grade kid's homework.

And how do you explain
these huge gaps
in the surveillance log?

Murano could have been out
salsa dancing for all you know.

You're too preoccupied with
your other freelance work.

It's not that.

Then what is it?

I'll get you
what you need.

When?

By the time you need it.

He's never exactly loquacious

Wi
but that day he seemed...

very distracted.

Do you think
that Murano's capa
e
th
of getting rid of Scott Lucas?

Murano's brother did seven years
at Clinton

for assault
with a deadly weapon.

Who knows what
the two of them would do

for two million bucks.

I just picked up a call
from Teri Long.

Yeah? Yeah. She wants to talk to you.

She say what about?

Nope. Just that she would be
in the city this afternoon.

Okay. Thank you.

Whoa! You got some dope gear,
man.

No. The voice doesn't
sound familiar.

Scott(and I stayed friends
since we divorced,

but I never really wanted
to know about his work.

Meaning?

The job was whth was.

When you're obsessed
with other people's lives,

you don't have much time
for y
ur own.

I think he functions much better
living alone.

Now, one of his clients says that

he's been preoccupied lately.

His dad died a month ago.

I hadn't seen
Scott since,

ou so I stopped by a few days
ago to see how he was holding up.

I'm sorry
I missed your dad's funeral.

I wish I could
have been there.

You didn't miss much.

How are you?

I'm fine, Kim.

Fine. "Fine" isn't
playing Russian roulette
with your health.

What are you talking about?

From what I remember,
diabetes and sugar-bingeing

don't exactly
go hand in hand.

this may be surprising,
but being divorced

means you don't get to tell me
what t nymore.

Somebody has to.

Look, I know you have issues
with your dad,

but being self-destructive,

and consuming yourself
with your work,

isn't going to make
you feel any better.

I can do without
the pop psychology, okay, Kim?

As far as my work ç@ making me feel better,

why don't you listen to this?

Oh, baby! Oh, yeah!

th The money has been
wired to the Caymans.

What about Corporate?

What they don't know
won't hurt them.???

My personal favorite...

Didn't I tell you
to sit down, you little bitch!

No, Daddy! No!

Maybe, next time, you'll listen!

Okay, I get it.

You don't like your work.

I love my work, Kim.

It's amazing.
I really feel
like I'm helping people.

He used to love his job.

At least I thought he did.

What happened between
Scott and his father?

When he was 11 years old,

Scott came home one day
from school...

He was a latchkey kid.
Both of his parents worked,

so he would head straight
to watch TV
before doing his homework.

He found his dad
with another woman.

His dad swore him
to secrecy.

Scott has spent his life
trying to get back at his dad.

He always said,
"Everyone has secrets.

"You just need to spend
enough time watching them

to find out what they are. "

We were able to decrypt
the files on Lucas' laptop.

Look at this: there's
a whole series of them.

Why would he have surveillance
photos of himself?

Let's get the location
of that Fluff & Fold.

Is there anything else
on Murano?

Yeah, almost
50 photos.

Wait, wait, wait.

Back that up.

Enlarge
that one.

I recognize that guy.

Mr. McCormick.

Someone want to tell me
what I'm doing here?

Your bosses at EveryMart
have any idea

you're spending time with a guy
who's trying to sue them
for two million bucks?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Maybe this will
refresh your memory.

You and Vince Murano
were in on this scam together.

You drove, he jumped
in front of the van and got hit.

Easy money, right?

No, that's crazy.

Scott Lucas didn't think so.

Who's that?

He was a private investigator

that found out you and Murano
were working together.

Same guy you tried
to shut up before he could
tell any
dy else.

Now you want to go
to jail for life,

or you want get out while while
you can still stand upright?
Your decision.

Look, we didn't do anything
to this guy.

Then tell us what happened.

I got my second moving violation
in a month.

I had this
punk-ass super.

He's looking to put me
on probation, all right?

And I was six months
short of my 20,

so I needed
a short-term bridge loan.

You call two million bucks
a short-term bridge loan?

The amount was Vince's idea.

And yeah, let's split it.

How did you know Lucas had
evidence that you were involved?

I didn't.
Lucas interviewed me last week.

He wanted my
witness statement.

When I didn't hear anything
about the settlement at work,

then I start getting
worried, you know?

So I thought I'd better
go down there.

What are you doing here?

Hey, I'm sorry, man.

You said to contact you
if I thought of anything else.

So what do you want?

If there's a settlement,
I'm going to lose my job, right?

I'm the one that hit the guy.

I thought maybe you could
tell me where you're at
with the investigation.

I don't give out
that kind of information.

Come on, throw me a bone, huh?
I got a family.

Look, I...
Hold on a minute.

Hello.

Look, I already told you
I'm not donating.

Take me off your list,
okay?

Thank you. Good-bye.

Wow, that's a pretty good gig
getting paid

to look at that
all day, huh?

You got to get out of here.

Hey, no, man.
I was just giving you props.

Look, you're already
in trouble.

You don't' want
any more, right?

No, wait a minute, I...
Good-bye.

It was the same chick
I saw him snooping on.

You're positive?

It's not a rack
I'd forget anytime soon.

Okay, thanks.

Viv, it looks like
Art McCormick
was telling the truth.

ERT swept the building and found
four wireless remote cameras.

Where were they?

All different apartments.

Female tenants, ages 25 to 35.

You know, he could have been
controlling these
from his computer.

There weren't any illicit videos
on h
laptop.

And ERT haven't fod
an external hard drive.

That's probably because
he didn't want us to find it.

Agent Johnson, I'm getting
an abnormal frequency.

Abnormal's one way to put it.

Do you know him?

yeah,sure,that's sctt.he comes in here a lot

and people you know who took these photos?

no.i'm sorry

and has he visited recently?

yes,he was here a few days ago but there was a problem

Hey, uh, could you
spare a dryer sheet?

Here you go.

Thanks.

You live in my
building, don't you?
On 54th?

Yeah. I thought
I recognized you.

I'm Scott.
Sheila.

So, so listen, um,
my last load is almost done.

Do you maybe want to go
get some coffee afterwards?

I'm sorry. I got a date with
my boyfriend this afternoon.

Right.

Can't blame a guy
for trying, huh?

Give me my money!

Where's my money?!

Back the hell down!

I'll back down
I have my cash!
Hey, leave him along.

Back off.

Seriously, grandpa,
go back to Fluff & Fold
and leave us alone, all right?

Walk away.

You want to step up to me?

Looks that way, doesn't it?
Hey, I called the police.

Get out of here now!

I'll be seeing you around.

And you...

I'll see you at home.

Keep walking.

You okay?

I'm
I right.

adam works for me part time

and he and scott are friends

and who were the boys that theatened adam

i'm not sure but i thin they'er foster brothers

let me ask you,the woman who talked to scott

is she someone in these photos?

that's her

but he tried to pick up on those two ladies also

here at the laundromat?
here yes

do you have adam's phone number?

i'll get it for you
perfect,thanks

So the Murano brothers
alibi'd out.

They were in Atlantic City
the night Scott disappeared.

What'd you find?

Well, I think I know
what case Lucas moved on to.

Back it up to
when she comes in.

We found twice
as much footage

on this one woman-
Nicole Cooper,

as all
the other women combined.

Can we enlarge the photos
that she's looking at?

Yeah, we have the actual
photos in a file.
Pull these up.

Check over here.

That's the same apartment.

Now, that's got to be
the same redhead

that Art McCormick
was talking about.

Her name is Kathy Marcus.
Apartment 4D.

You know, we could be wrong on
this whole Peeping Tom angle.

If Nicole Cooper thought her
husband was having an affair

with someone in the building,

maybe she hired Lucas
to find out who it was.

That would explain
all the cameras.

She didn't know
who she was cheating with,

so Scott Lucas covered
all his bases.

And his surveillance
of the women stopped

right after he sent Mrs. Cooper
those pictures.

What day
was that?

Tuesday- the day
before he disappeared.

Ms. Long.

Agent Malone.

It's good to see you.

Uh, thank you.

Please, sit down.
Thanks.

Is everything okay?

Uh... no.

Jen's...

well, she's not doing so well.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Is, uh, she still
seeing a therapist?

That's not working out so well.

Well, I have
some other names
that I can refer you to...

No, I don't need
any more names.

We've already been
to three therapists since,

and she just keeps
getting worse.

She sleeps all the time.

I can't get her to eat anything.

I just...

I am afraid that if I don't
watch he
every minute,

something bad will happen.

I came here because
I want you to talk to her.

Nobody else is
getting through to her.

Look, I'm... I'm not rmally
qualified for that.

You saw what they did to her.

All of these doctors
and these therapists,

these social workers,
they don't understand,

but you...

But you saw.

Please.

She needs someone
who understands.

She listens to you.

Please.

You have to help her.

I got five kids waiting at home,
so can we get this over with?

I'll do my best
to speed things along.

Adam, I'm Special Agent Johnson.

I'd like to speak to you
about Scott Lucas.

Do you know who that is?

Yeah. We met at the
Laundromat a few months ago.

Okay, now we know
that your foster brothers

threatened Scott.

No, it was nothing.

Doesn't sound like nothing.

And now Scott's missing.

Those two are good kids.

This is the one
you ought to be

talking to about getting
his act together.

He's the one who
comes home late,

and now I'm getting
calls about truancy.

Mrs. Knowles,
Mr. Lucas

made a point of calling
Adam's social worker

to ask if he could be moved
to another home.

Would you like me
to call as well?

Right.

Now I'm gonna ask you again:

did your brothers do anything
to Scott?

No, it wasn't them.

It was that dude
on the eighth floor.

Of Scott's building?

Yeah. Scott came up to me
a few months ago,

started asking me
about my life

and if I needed
some extra cash.

So I started helping out
around his office.

I even took some
surveillance photos of him

to prove that I could do
more than just file.

We saw those photos.

You never told me
about no extra job.

Anyway,

what happened
on the eighth floor?

Well, Scott was setting up
cameras

in s
e apartments for a case.

Um, he talked to these women
down at the Laundromat,

TT find out when
they weren't going to be home.

He was having a hard time
with this one place.

So I... I kinda took it
into my own hands.

What's up, Adam?

Hey, where did you want
the camera for 8F?

The what?
What are you talking about?

Where are you?

Dude, I'm in 8F.
Who's the badass?

Okay, kid, you're a badass.

Now get the hell
out of there, okay?

But I'm in!

Yeah, I know you're in,
but we don't know

what time she's coming home or
if she's got a shotgun or what.

Now get out of there.

Listen, I'm not bailing
till I set up this camera.

Okay.

All right, which camera is it?

Serial number 82594X.

Dude, can you see me?

Yeah, I see you.

Stop messing around.

Now find someplace tall
like a bookshelf.

Somewhere we can get
a nice view of the room.

I got it.

How's that?

That's good.
Now get out of there.

Okay.

Whoa.

What?

Check it out. You see this?

Chick must be a drug dealer
or something.

Yeah,!I see it. Put it back
and get out of there.

Adam, someone's coming.
Get out!

Hey!

Adam, Adam, get out!
Get out now! Get out! Adam!

What, are you stupid?

What, are you breaking
into people's houses now?

It was for a job.

This guy show up?

Not while I was there.

I kinda lied my ass off

and told the guy
Scott wanted drugs.

I didn't know
what else to do.

I haven't seen scott since

FBI! Don't you dare touch that gun!

Where's Scott Lucas?

I never heard of him, man.

We have a witness
who says otherwise.

You mean that punk
who broke in here?

What about my rights, man?

I'm the victim here.

Yeah? How are you
the victim?

Breaking and entering, for one.

And what's that thing called

when somebody puts a piece
to your head?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

The dude you're talking about
assaulted my ass.

Yo, what the...?

Where's the kid?!

Who the hell are you?

Where is he?!

He-he left.

I should have called the cops
on him.

You stay away from him.

W- What, are you his dad
or something?

Hey, he told me some dude
sent him here for drugs.

It takes a big man to send
a little boy to come do...

Shut up!

He was never here.
You got me?

Yeah, and he stole
some of my drugs.

Add that to my list.

Cuff him.

Just a minute.

Looking for someone, chum?

I want to see my son.

Oh, you want to see your son.

He's a process server,
all right. Hike! Hike!

Stop it!

Honey?

Agent Malone is here
to see you.

I'll be in the living room
if you need me.

Okay.

Hi, Jen.

Your mother tells me
you've been having a rough time.

What do you want?

Nothing.

The last time you called me

was because you wanted
something.

I know.

I should have called you
or come by

to check on you.

Sorry that I didn't.

Your mother thinks that, um,
I might be able to help you.

I don't need your help.

She walks around here
like I'm some kind of freak,

tiptoeing around
like I'm gonna break

if she makes too much noise.

I'm not gonna break!

Listen, Jen...

I just think
that your mother's concerned.

They think you need
to talk to someone.

I've done that.

I know. I mean...

I think you need

to talk to someone
that you can...

you can tell everything
that happened to you,

and it doesn't have to be me.

Please leave.

I'm just here to help.

Did you hear me?!
I don't want you here!

Just get out
of here!

I don't want
you here!

Come here.

Why did you have
to bring me back?

Why?

I know you think it's gonna
be this way forever,

but it's not.

You have to...
you have to push on.

You got to get up
in the morning.

You got to eat your breakfast.

You got to stgp outside
in the sun,

enjoy the sunshine.

I know it's never gonna
be the same for you...

but it's gonna get better.

You promise?

I promise.

I promise.

I'm sorry
it took me so long

to get your message.

I was upstate
at my mother's.

Was your husband
with you?

No. Why?

Well, we know that you hired
Scott to find out

if your husband
was having an affair.

So what if I did?

Scott disappeared just after
he gave you the photographs

of your husband
and his girlfriend,

and your husband
hasn't been seen since.

He's down in Boca
with his new special friend.

Look, he didn't do anything
to Scott.

Are you sure? Because right now,
everything's pointing at him.

I'm not so sure that's true.

Why do you say that?

Do you know about the yellow man
at the Laundromat?

Adam Donegan?

Yes.

Hey,

come here.

Hey, man.

You okay?

I'm good.

You look like hell.

My foster parents wanted
to go out.

Said I had to look after
the little ones.

Wasn't that Saturday night?

They just got back yesterday.

You watched those kids
for three days?

Listen to me.
Let me get you someplace else.

I'll call your social worker...

They'll just say I lied.

They always make everything
look really good

every time the state visits.

There's no chance of going back
to your real parents?

You're kidding, right?

My loser dad dumped me
in foster care when I was four.

The last thing I heard
he was doing time

for buying rock
from an undercover cop.

I got to get back
to work, man, okay? Peace.

He seemed to really care
about the boy's well-being,

so I didn't think
anything of it.

But then I saw something

when I went to Scott's apartment
the other night.

Get off me, man!

Adam.

Adam!

What is going on?

I can't explain now.

What did you do to him?

He's fine, Nicole.
Stay out of it.

I went after Adam
to make sure he was okay.

I asked him
if Scott did anything to him.

Well, why didn't you tell Social
Services or call the police?

Adam begged me not to.

He said nothing happened and
he'd deny it if I called anyone.

You think that Scott
was molesting Adam?

After what I saw, yes

I've already
told you everything.

You told me the last
time you saw Scott

was in the drug
dealer's apartment.

So?

So, I have a witness that says

that you were having a fight with scott

the night he disappeared.

Adam, listen.

If Scott touched you
or did anything inappropriate...

He didn't do anything.

Maybe you fought back
and something bad happened.

Scott never touched me!

Then what happened?

He kept saying
how he wanted to help.

But all he did was go
and screw"everything up.

Yo, Scott!

I swung by
Zingerman's.

Picked us up
a couple of pastramis.

Oh, uh...

Yeah, that's great.

Uh, but right now's
not a good time.

You got a girl in
here or something?

No, no, no, I just, uh, I gotta
get some work finished. So.

Oh, there she is. I'll get it.

Can I help you?

You Scott Lucas?

No.

Hey, Scott, you
know this guy?

Yeah.

Adam?

Do I know you?

I'm Mitch.

Mitch Donegan.

What the hell is going on?

Adam...

Just give us a second.

Sorry. Okay?

I didn't mean for you guys to meet this way
That's why you

kept asking
about my parents?

So you could find my junkie dad
and then dump me on him?

No, I-I wanted to see you.

Your friend says he
can help me get clean.

Then maybe you and I can
get to know each other.

Are you serious?

Then what? I'm supposed to
forget about the last 12 years?

Kid, I'm sorry about the way I look.
Shut up.

I'm not your kid.

Adam, calm down.

Don't touch me!

Adam...

Get off me, man!

So when you left the apartment,

Scott was there
with your father?

Yeah.

I wish you'd told me that
before.

ck findickch Donegan?

No last known address
or SSI payment information.

He was busted twice
for cocaine possession.

Oh, Narcotics said that
Scott was out on the streets

looking for Donegan last week.

Maybe Keith was telling
the truth

about Scott stealing his drugs.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Spade.

Got it.

Thanks.

What's up?
Okay.

PD just picked up
Mitch Donegan at pawn shop

trying to sell
Scott's equipment.

We're out of here.

That sound familiar?

You want to dry out in a holding
cell for a couple of days?

We can hold you there
for longer...

till you feel like
there's spiders

crawling out of your skin.

Or I could book you

into Detox,

and it wouldn't hurt
half as much.

Yeah, I-I'll take De-Detox
if I can get it in writing.

You get it in writing if you

tell me
what happened.

This, uh...

Scott guy wanted
to talk to me, right?

Some... fantasy about getting me

to clean up
and reuniting with my kid,

but the kid lost it.

You said he wouldn't be here.

He wasn't supposed to be.

What about my stuff?

The, the coke, man.

The coke you promised me.
We had a deal.

That's all you can think about
right now?

Hey, what do you want from me?

Do you think
I'm up to being a dad?

This was a bad idea.

You should go.

We had a deal.

Just get out of here, man, okay?

Nice work, Mitch.

Tr g parental
responsibilities for a score.

W- w-well, what can I say?

I- I, I gotta problem.

Oh, yeah, you got
a huge problem.

You're the last person
to see Scott Lucas alive.

His body's gonna turn up
sooner or later,

and you're gonna be slapped
with a murder charge

before you get your next fix.

Look, uh, I-I-I...

I got high.

I wa... I wa...
I wasn't thinking straight.

Hey.

Hey!

Sir, it's freezing.
Can you give me a ride?

I told you
to get lost.

Just up to the bus.

Get in.

Just hand me that stuff.

Throw that on the floor.

Whoa. You got some

dope gear, man.

Must be worth a mint.

All right

We're out of here.

Let go!

Where'd you put the body?

Hma uh, I drove it to the Bronx

and, uh...

put him in a dumpster.

Where?
Near, uh...

Uh... P-Prospect in the 180s.

When can I go?

Soon.

They found Scott
in a diabetic coma,

but he's gonna be okay.

Your dad is very lucky
that Scott's alive.

but he's still probably
gonna have to do some jail time.

It's not like he was
really my dad anyway.

Scott took me to
his dad's funeral.

I wanted to go, you
know, for support.

He bought me a suit
d everything.

I'et he'll never
th talk to me again.

CPS got a letter
this morning from Scott,

asking about being
your foster parent.

For real?

Mm-hmm.

It's gonna be a long road,

but it's a great sign.

So, do you want

to go to the hospital

or do you want
to sit here all night?

come on

Well, I was gonna ask you
how things went,

with Jen Long,
but I guess

the, uh, scotch
answers my question.

I lied to her.

I told her
her life was gonna get better.

She's 13 years old, Jack.

What else
are you gonna tell her?

the stuff that
happened to that kid...

You just never come back
from that.

I don't think you lied to her.

I think you gave her hope.

Really?

Would you like me to, um...

Nnn.

Thanks for checking in.

Okay.

Guess I'll go home then.

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