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♪ Jesse Stone ♪
Innocents Lost
Original Air Date on May 22, 2011

(birds chirping and squawking)

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== sync, corrected by elderman ==

(dog barking in distance)

(bell clanging)

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(thunder rumbling)

(panting)

(thunder crashing)

(panting)

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♪ ♪

I'm working on the new me.

I was on my way home.

Thought I'd stop by your place,
see how you're doing.

So... how you doing?

I hate jogging.

Your dog wouldn't let me
cross the bridge.

Apparently, he's not a jogger.

And you are?

I was, for a while.

Can you come into Boston
tomorrow?

I'm pretty busy.

I'll check my schedule.

See if you can squeeze it in.

How about a ride?

It's unlocked.

(thunder rumbling)

(sighs)

(explosions booming on TV)

(train chugging)

(gunfire, man grunting on TV)

You.

You.

(train whistle blowing on TV)

(explosion booming)

What have I done?

(train chugging,
whistle blowing)

(booming)

(train chugging)

(train whistle blowing)

(whistle blowing repeatedly)

(booming)

♪ ♪

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(sighs)

Madness.

Madness.

(TV clicks off)

(birds squawking in distance)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

Why so early?

Nobody's on the
clock till 8:00.

Exactly.

Doughnuts? They're, uh...

Coply?

(buoy bell clanging)

So, what are you
going to do, Jesse?

I'm going to mull.

Mulling's good.

Today's your
last day, Suit.

New chief starts tomorrow.

How do you feel about that?

How do I feel about that?

I don't know how I feel
about that, Lou.

He's Jesse.

I know that.

Oh, what the hell.

I'm working on the new me.

So, what are you going to do?

After I mull,
I'm going to do some jogging.

You know what I mean, Jesse.

JESSE:
I thought he should hear this.

He's a dog.

If you say so.

I'm going to have to run
a tab for a while.

That okay?
For a while.

Most golden retrievers
live for affection.

He never seems
to want any.

Think he has issues.

What issues?

- My issues.
- Fear of loss?

When I met him, he was sitting
next to his owner's body.

Existential despair.

This was a stupid idea.

How you dealing with it?

Well, we're kind of like
roommates.

The loss.

What loss?
The job.

I'm jogging.

Jogging clears your mind?

I hate jogging.
Why bother?

It clears my mind.

Have you talked to your ex-wife?

No.

- Have you wanted to talk to Jenn?
- Yes.

But you have not talked to her?

That's correct.

Last time, you said
you can't call her.

No.

I said she can't call me.

Why can't she call you?

I ripped the phone out
of the wall.

You had a fight?
No.

I picked a fight,
three weeks ago.

You were angry.

No-- frightened.

Why is this so hard?

I'm in a dead zone.

It's not the first time
you've felt this way.

No, I can't get cell phone
reception in my house.

I got to go outside
to the point.

Keep a bottle of scotch
out there?

That's not funny.

I didn't mean it to be.

I'm not that far gone.

If you say so.

You lost your job in L.A.

Now you've lost your job
in Paradise.

Are you drinking?

I always drink.

Are you drinking a lot?

I'm sticking to my rule.

Two drinks a night.
That's correct.

- Are two drinks a night a lot?
- No.

- Then, you're not drinking a lot.
- I'm having two drinks at night.

You're having two drinks
at night alone.

(thunder crashing)

Did you tell me this morning
you're jogging?

JESSE: I did.
You hate jogging.

I was wondering if you could
feed Reggie for me tonight.

I can.

Ooh, I got to go.

Rose.

Like you to meet your new
chief, William Butler.

Actually, we've met already.

The job interview. Based
on ex-Chief Stone's attitude,

I bet you never thought
I'd be standing here.

Well...

It's funny how things work out,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Councilman Hansen, I heard your
daughter was in the hospital.

How is she doing?

Oh, she's fine. It's...

Just an appendectomy.

William, I wish you
wouldn't do that.

Do what?

Finish my sentences.

I'm sorry, sir.

She'll be fine.

Is the temp chief in?

He is.

Could I see him?

We don't stand on ceremony here.

Go right on in.

Well, I don't want to
meddle in police business.

See you at dinner,
William.

(door opens)

Information's out there.

All you have to do
is let it in, Rose.

William.

Oh, sorry.

I wasn't expecting you...

Until tomorrow.

I-I thought it would
be better--

well, maybe a little less
embarrassing for you,

if you could move back
to your old desk today.

Yeah.

I guess it might be...

Awkward.

How's your wife doing?

Small town.

It's just an...

Appendectomy.

She'll be fine.

The badge.

Excuse me?

The chief's badge.
May I have it?

It's Lou Carson's badge.

Jesse wouldn't carry it.

Well, I'm sure you're very busy.

Good work solving

that convenient store robbery,
Detective Simpson.

We don't have detectives.

Detective Gammon.

We don't have detectives.

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

(speed dialing tone)

(phone line ringing)

(on phone): Good afternoon,
Paradise Police Department.

Luthor, I'm on the beach road
going out to Jesse's.

Can you get out here right away?

I can.

And bring Doc Perkins.

You don't have to take him
over to your house.

Just feed him here.

What's wrong?

Cindy Van Aldan is dead.

Who found her?

I did.

I found her on the beach road
about a mile from here.

Was she coming
to see you, Jesse?

I got that from her
two days ago.

You didn't open it.

I got preoccupied.

Read it if you want.

Read it out loud.

"Jesse, I'm sorry
I haven't stayed in touch.

"You are my best friend.

"I need to talk.

"I tried to call you,
but your phone is disconnected.

"I'm coming back to Paradise.

Cindy."

Doc Perkins said it looks
like a drug overdose.

Did he say anything else?

He said she just
stopped breathing.

When's toxicology come back?

Jesse, you're not the
police chief anymore.

Have dinner with me.

You want me to have dinner
with you tonight?

I do.

Who'll watch your boys?

It's Jim's night with the boys.

You don't want me to be alone.

That's correct.

♪ ♪

What are you looking at?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(touch-tone dialing)

(phone line ringing)

WOMAN: Hello?

Jesse?

(rain pattering)

♪ ♪

- Where's Reggie?
- Home.

I had to cancel
an appointment.

Thank you.

So, I've cancelled
my appointment.

What's so urgent?

You said I had a fear of loss.

No, you said that.

No, last time you said

I had a fear of loss.

Because the time before
you told me you did.

Why is this so hard?

I hate cell phones.

I don't want anyone else

to have that number.

I called Jenn.

You told me
you haven't spoken to her.

- I hung up.
- So you haven't spoken

to Jenn in three weeks?

That's correct.

Tell me about addiction.

- What about it?
- Drugs.

Mm-mmm.

This is not about you.

How do you know?

'Cause I know a lot
about addiction.

You're not a candidate
for pills.

Booze is your drug of choice.

Did you come here for help,

or did you come here
for information?

I came here for help...

and information.

I busted this kid
a couple of years ago.

- For using drugs?
- Drunk and disorderly.

Her mom's very well-off.

One of those big houses
out in Paradise Point.

Divorced.

An ugly one.

Mom wanted to take her home.

I insisted she spend the
night in the Paradise jail.

That sounds like you.

Talked to her
most of the night--

good kid; missed her dad.

I said that I was her friend
and that I'd keep in touch.

That sounds like you.

Mom put her
in rehab.

One of those expensive places
in Boston.

When she got out,
she went back to college.

And you kept in touch.

I did.

For a while.

What happened?

She's dead.

Drugs?

Most likely.

Did they give her
prescription drugs

when she left rehab?

I have no idea.

When I asked you what happened,

I meant, why did you
lose contact with her?

I guess I got preoccupied

with my favorite subject.

What subject's that?

Me.

Did I ever tell you

you have a hyperactive sense
of responsibility?

You did.

Well, let's recap.

You live
where no one can find you.

You drink alone.

You've talked
to your ex-wife

every day
since your divorce.

You've cut yourself off
from her for three weeks.

And now you feel responsible
for this kid's death.

That's about it.

Before you came here yesterday,
I hadn't seen you

in a month.
Three weeks.

We need to spend more time

together.

Once a month
is not enough.

If you say so.

I got wasted last night.

Okay.

And that's why you called me.

(sighs)

That's correct.

LUTHOR: If you need me,
I'll be at the speed trap, sir.

I think it would be
more appropriate not to refer

to the entrance to Paradise

as the speed trap.

I understand, sir.

You don't have
to call me sir.

Did you get the medical
examiner's report, Luthor?

Sir, that won't come in
until toxicology is finalized.

Doc Perkins' preliminary finding
showed no sign of foul play.

Drug overdose
is most likely the...

Cause of death. Good.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it that way.

It's a horrible tragedy,
but at least

there's no indication
of a crime.

Suicide's a crime.

Only technically.

What I meant was,
lots of kids OD.

But crime is bad for tourism,
and tourism

is Paradise's
main business.

I know that, sir.

We may have
gotten lucky here.

It didn't make
this morning's paper,

and I think
we can get the Town Council

to exert some influence
over at the Gazette.

Headline it
something like,

"Boston College Student
Found Dead

of Drug Overdose on Beach Road."

But she lives here.

No, her Mom lives here;
she lived at school in Boston.

What do you think, Luthor?

My sense is,
we need to tell the truth, sir.

That is the truth.

(cell phone ringing)

(phone beeps on)
Thanks for dinner.

ROSE:
Are you okay?

I'm fine. Is he there?

He is.

How do you feel about that?

How do I feel about that?

Got to go.

STONE:
Thelma.

Jesse.

Can I help you, Jesse?

Your hair smells
of violets.

Do you know what
violets smell like?

No, but I'm sure violets
would smell that way

if I'd ever
smelled a violet.

I don't mean this
in any negative way,

but you are maybe the simplest
person I've ever met.

In what way?

You know what you want.

Sometimes I know what I want.

You know what you want
right now.

I do.

Are you going to tell me?

I can't tell you.

You know what you want,

but you can't tell me.

I don't want to presume.

I see.

I can tell you what I'm hoping.

Tell me what you're hoping.

I'm hoping
I can see you sometime.

You mean you're hoping
that you can see me again.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, Jesse.

I came early.

Mrs. Gleffey's a hottie.

Hadn't noticed.

So you're done
with your ex-wife?

Oh, didn't say that.

I'm obsessed
with Thelma, but

I'm in love with Cissy.

Have you talked to her
since she moved to Boston?

How would you know
she moved to Boston?

Small town.

You and Cissy...?

Me and Cissy what, Hasty?

(sighing):
She won't return my calls.

Nice.

Well, I just closed
on a slightly used Beamer M6.

Minty.

Can you imagine?

Who's the lucky guy, Hasty?

Don't ask.

Could you turn that thing off?

I can.

So,

how's the drinking thing going?

(sighs)

I'm very fond of you, Jesse.

I know that, Hasty.
Can I tell you something?

Do I have a choice?

I'm running for Town Council.

Hasty, you're a felon.

So's Marion Barry.

I got one word for you, Jesse--
redemption.

Are you going to church?

No. That's my platform--
redemption.

I'm sorry. This shouldn't
just be about me.

(sighs)

Don't you think
I've got a winner?

Redemption. Just one word.

It's easy to get emotionally.

(hits fist on hand)
Kind of punches you in the gut.

I don't like the train.

Lets me think too much.

Excuse me?

You know that car
you let me drive?

- Test-drive.
- Can I drive it to Boston?

You already test-drove it.

Perhaps you could
consider it a loaner.

That would imply you got a car
in here for repair.

You have my Scout.
You're repairing it.
(laughs)

Your Scout's beyond repair.
It's a rusted hulk.

Exactly.

CINDY:
But I don't know

what that's supposed to mean.

- You're saying I have issues?
- You do.

How would you
know that?

I'm the police chief.

- I know everything.
- So I have to spend the night

in jail?
We both do.

What is that supposed to mean?

If you spend the night in jail,
I can't go home.

You can't put me in jail

just because you think
that I have issues.

No, I can't.

And my mom wanted
me out of here.

She did.

So then, why can't I go home?

Public drunkenness is illegal.

- This is not right!
- I'm not in the right

and wrong business; I'm in
the legal and illegal business.

You don't make any sense.

(loud horn honking,
tires screeching)

(heavy sigh)

(jackhammer pounding)

(car horn honking)

BUTLER:
Detective Gammon,

can I talk to you
for a moment?

We don't have
detectives, sir.

Well, what should I call you?

Rose.

Well, Rose, as you know,
we're understaffed here.

We lost a very good man
when Detective DeAngelo left.

I'm sorry. How do we refer
to our personnel?

As "Officers," sir.

Chief Stone had a
problem in that...

He didn't like Officer D'Angelo.

That isn't what
I was going to say, sir.

You don't have
to call me sir, Rose.

What should I call you?

I don't know.
How about "Chief"?

Well, Chief,
the former chief felt

that Officer D'Angelo spent
too much time writing tickets.

- That's a good thing.
- Tickets bring in...

Lot of revenue.

Anyway, being shorthanded,

I'm going to need you here
manning your desk.

This has nothing to do
with you being a woman.

I want you to know that, Rose.

You need someone

to man the telephones,

to be a kind of dispatcher.

I prefer
that you think of it more

as a temporary kind of
home guard action.

Then I'll try
to think of it that way.

Thank you, Rose.

(phone ringing)

(indistinct chatter)

Thank you.

I guess it takes me 24
hours to get offended.

You could have called.

I'm in a dead zone.

Okay.

Truth is, I forgot.

By the time I thought

to call you,
it was raining again.

Was it important?

I don't know.

I got a perp on trial

for robbery and murder.

What's your problem?

What makes you think
I got a problem?

Every time
you stop by

to see how I'm doing,
either you got a problem,

or I got a problem.

Well... you've got a problem.

So do you.

How do you know?

Coply intuition.

Oh.

(people chattering)

(chattering stops, door closes)

I don't think
the perp's the perp.

Excuse me?

I don't think he did it.

Did what?

Robbed a liquor store,
got the money,

shot the owner
in the face three times.

Nice.

Your bust?

No. One of my ambitious
college students.

Case is a slam dunk.

Eyewitness ID.

Credit card receipts,
cell phone records

put him in the area
at the right time.

Final arguments are today.

And you got a problem?

I do.

Why do you have a problem?

Coply intuition.

If I set it up,
will you talk to him?

I will.

Just one thing.

This time,
I want to be deputized.

You want to be a consultant
who's deputized?

It might be nice
to carry a badge again.

(sighs)

What's your name again?

Jesse. And yours?

You sure this is
police business?

Yes, ma'am.
State Homicide.

Because Rutherford
College doesn't reveal

this kind of information.

Not even to family.

What if the parents
were paying the bills?

The privacy and integrity

of Rutherford students
is paramount.

But since you're
with the government,

what would you
like to know?

- May I see that?
- I don't think so.

What would you
like to know?

How was Cindy doing?

Cynthia was unfortunately
showing a downward trend

in achievement
over the last year.

And, of course, she
dropped out of school

in the middle
of last quarter.

Could you be mistaken?

I don't think so.

Was anyone informed?

There's no need.

Her tuition was paid for
in advance,

and it's not refundable.

Why do you want to know?

She's dead.

Do you have any
other questions?

I don't think so.

(seabirds calling)

♪ ♪

Chief Stone.

Jesse would be better.

I heard, small town.

Did I miss your call?

I didn't call.

This would be about Cynthia.

Come in.

For a mother, the loss
of a child is so unfair.

I'm sorry I didn't call.

I got preoccupied.

Chief Butler mentioned
the possibility of suicide.

Cindy didn't commit suicide.

How do you know?

I just know.

You're not Chief
of Police anymore, Jesse.

Old habit.

You were friends.

We were friends.

There's just some things

I should know about Cindy
that I don't.

What happened with college?

Nothing happened with college.

After rehab,
she went back to school.

What about last quarter?

She seemed fine.

She was very involved in school;
she'd even met someone.

Did you meet him?

No.

Do you remember his name?

Of course I remember his name.

Cynthia met him in rehab;
his name was Val.

Do you know his last name?

No.

I know you don't think
much of me as a parent.

I didn't say that.

Have you talked
to Cindy's father?

I haven't talked to him
since the custody hearing.

- Has Cindy?
- I should hope not.

Does he know?

I assume so.

He's living in Singapore.

Had you talked
to Cindy recently?

Had you?

(clock ticking)

(sighs)

You're the guys
that put him away.

So, why should we
talk to someone

from State Homicide?

You don't have to.
Well,

we always want to
explore all our options.

But my client's not
going to be convicted.

We presented a very
strong defense.

Not that strong
if you're talking to me.

I've been looking over
their cross-exam.

I have some questions.

Prosecutor: "We have you
at the crime scene."

Charles Morris:
"I wasn't there. "

Prosecutor: "If you can prove you were
somewhere else, speak up."

Public Defender: "Objection."

Objection.

If the prosecutor's
stupid enough

to help establish an alibi,
why wouldn't you let him?

Are you trying to tell me
how to do my job?

No.

I am asking you a question.

Your client's gonna
get convicted,

and he's gonna get sentenced
to the maximum.

If you can cast reasonable doubt

as to his whereabouts,
why wouldn't you let him speak?

Can you talk?

I'm sorry...

Please address
your questions...

Officer Stone.

Jesse.

Jesse, I can't prove
that I was somewhere else.

Can you prove

where you were
last night?

- Not all night.
- Jesse, I have seen

the pictures.

His face.

I couldn't shoot someone.

I don't own a gun.

I don't even know
how to use one.

You were identified
by an eyewitness.

Yes, sir.

Do you think
the witness had a prejudice?

I don't think so.

No.

If you want to know
where I was...

Are you a lawyer, Officer Stone?

No, I'm a cop.

Don't try to tell me
how to do my job.

This interview is over.

(on phone): We did not recover
the murder weapon.

So, no prints.

Something doesn't make sense.

What doesn't make sense?

I don't know.

I gotta think about it.

(door buzzing)

♪ ♪

Tranquility is committed
to providing

a high standard of care
to our patients

in a nurturing
environment.

Do you normally
discharge a client

in two weeks, Dr. Parkinson?

We don't have clients.

We treat patients,
Officer, uh...

Jesse.

Well, Officer Jesse,

the duration of a
patient's stay varies.

How so?

If a patient's addiction
is a form of self-medication

because of a bigger
psychological issue,

in some cases, two weeks

is sufficient with,
of course, intensive

out-patient follow-up.

Did Cindy get intensive
out-patient follow-up?

Was Cynthia Van Aldan
self-medicating?

How do you know Cynthia's

duration of treatment
was two weeks?

She was a friend.

Was Cindy self-medicating?

That's between the patient
and her doctor.

And her doctor would be?

Her doctor would be me.

Why is

State Homicide interested in
a death that the local police

have described
as a probable suicide?

Suicide's not good
for your image.

Addiction is a complex problem.

Do you feel any sense of
responsibility as her doctor?

Cynthia's death is of course
a horrible tragedy.

You haven't answered
my question.

That's correct.

When she was discharged,
was she prescribed drugs?

I can't tell you that.

We're not allowed to disclose
patient information.

There are privacy laws,
Officer Jesse.

Except for family.

Even for family, she was 19.

Even if they're paying the bill.

That's not to be considered.

Are prescription drugs
used in the treatment

of alcohol dependency, Doctor?

They can be.

There are tranquilizers
and antidepressants

that may serve as
an interim step

in the treatment
of alcohol dependency.

With, of course, intensive
out-patient follow-up.

Of course.

So, you'd consider it.

If one of our doctors
felt it was appropriate,

it's possible he or she

might prescribe
medication.

Well, you were her doctor.

That's all I'm required
to tell you.

Were you thinking of checking
yourself in, Chief Stone?

I commute to Boston.

I live in Paradise.

Small town.

She was at the sanctuary
a couple of times recently.

She wasn't one of
my regular girls

but she did spend
some overnights.

You have a good memory.

I do.

She was pretty wasted.

Was she drunk?

No, drugs.

Maybe painkillers.
For sure she was shooting smack.

I saw the tracks.
(sighs)

What do you know about
a place called Tranquility?

They give families
the answers they want to hear.

They cost a lot,
don't do much good,

and can be part
of the problem.

This kid went in for alcohol

and came out
with prescription drugs.

Well, heroin's the main course,
but they might've

provided the appetizers.

Places like Tranquility
just substitute addictions.

No follow-up, no exit strategy,
it's a rehab mill.

I'm starting to rant, that's
not part of my job description.

She's dead, isn't she?

Yes.

What was her name?

Cindy Van Aldan.

Thank you.

Can I ask you something?

You can.

Is Cindy the reason
we're having dinner, Jesse?

Yes.

Was there any other reason?

Yes.

So you think we might've
had dinner otherwise?

Yes.

Last time you said

you didn't know what to do
with dinner with a nun.

How did I do, Sister?

You did just fine.

Figure if I practice,
I'll get it right.

I just...

...like you.

I like you, Jesse.

Most men and women lead
lives of quiet desperation.

That's a quote from someplace.

My desperations are never quiet.

I got hats older than you.

We found a common interest.

Used cars?

Sex.

Anyone special?

That I'm having sex with?

I'm not seeing anyone
at the moment.

I'm divorced.

I knew that. Why are you
still carrying a gun?

Peace of mind.

Do you always carry one?

Yes.

I was a cop in L.A.

Always a cop?

No. I played baseball
before I got hurt.

- Were you any good?
- I was very good.

- What do you know.
- Interested.

You over your wife?

Ex-wife.

You over her?

No.

You looking for a husband?

No.

I've got two kids in college.

You married young.

I did.

Two kids in college,
that's a lot of money.

Their father can afford it.

I raised them, he paid for it.

He's always been good that way.

In what way wasn't he good?

Where his penis led,
he followed.

I enjoyed our dance.

Pressure of possibility.

The way your hips moved
under your dress.

What possibility?

Possibility of seeing you

without the
intervening dress.

I'm not a good basket
to put all your eggs in.

I'm not going to
fall in love with you.

I don't think
you'll fall in love with me.

We can be each other's friend.

We can have some nice,
uncomplicated sex.

I'm going to take a shower.

I wish you could join me.

♪ The water is wide. ♪

♪ I can't cross o'er. ♪

♪ And neither have I wings to fly. ♪

♪ Give me a boat ♪

♪ To carry two ♪

♪ And we shall row ♪

♪ My love and I. ♪

♪ ♪

I don't know why people do that.

It doesn't
do any good.

So, why do you want my picture?

I like you.

Turn that thing off!

What is that about?

It's rude, and I don't like 'em.

They don't work anyway.

Garbage disposals are supposed
to dispose of your garbage,

so why do you have
to sort your garbage

before you only
dispose of some of it?

Same thing.

- Okay.
- Just 'cause you earned back

the right to use it
doesn't mean you have to.

You're not usual.

People your age are always
certain of what's usual.

How would you know that?

I used to be your age.

When's the last time
you talked to your dad?

Not since he went away.

Fathers are important.

Now that you got your cell phone
back, why don't you call him?

- Don't tell me what to do.
- I didn't.

Why doesn't he call me?

I asked you first.

Why won't you
talk to your dad?

Don't get all parental
on me, Jesse, okay?

I'm afraid he won't want
to talk to me.

Okay.

Maybe your dad's afraid
of the same thing.

I got to go to group.

Here.

The divorce
wasn't your fault.

I know something
about divorce.

You can only do
what you can do, Jesse.

When's your gun permit
expire?

I noticed you're carrying.

That's good police work, Chief.

Retired police officers
are entitled to carry.

- It's federal law.
- You were let go.

ROSE: Sir, if you would
care to read

the transcripts
of the Town Council meeting,

I think that you would find
that former Chief Stone

was granted
early retirement.

How generous.

So you're armed
at a funeral?

You can assume I'm...

Always armed.

Don't finish my sentences.

LUTHOR:
Sir, I feel

the department should
formally express

its regrets
to Mrs. Van Aldan.

Cindy did not commit suicide.

It doesn't really matter

if it was an accidental
overdose or suicide.

There's clearly
no sign of foul play.

Looking under rocks
is only gonna cause

that poor mother further grief.

It's just a...

Horrible tragedy.

Stay out of this, Stone.

Luthor, shall we?

You can only do
what you can do.

(sighs)

Was Cindy ever busted?

Jesse...

Did you do a criminal
background check?

He said it wasn't necessary.

But you did one anyway.

He said for you
to stay out of it.

What do you think
he meant by that?

That you stay out of it.

I'm going to find out
one way or the other.

(sighs)

Jesse, Cindy was pretty close
to bottom.

She was busted
two months ago

on possession of heroin
and OxyContin.

And prostitution.

Jury was only out
about three hours.

His attorney
looked stunned.

Guy's got his head
up his ass.

Sorry, Rose.

So the guy has his head
up his ass... and...?

Brand-new public defender
with an oversized ego.

He should have just
pled him guilty.

I'm not sure
he did it.

If you want an argument,

you're gonna have to
change the subject.

How do you know he didn't do it?

I don't. Where do
they got him now?

They'll keep him in County
awaiting sentencing.

You said
there was an eyewitness.

Doesn't mean
it was him.

A lot of white people
are afraid of black people,

won't look 'em in the eye.

What did you get out of him
before the PD shut him up?

He said he was somewhere else
but couldn't prove it.

If you don't like the answers
you're getting,

check your premises.

My new boss just walked in.

You want to put my coat
over your head?

How about I put mine
over yours?

Doesn't look too social.

Who's the guy doing
the finger pointing?

Wealthy local. Runs a high-end
rehab place in Boston.

How do you know that, Jesse?

Small town.

- How's everybody doing?
- Fine.

Rose?

Maybe later.

I'll have one, Laura.

That's two.

Looks like
my boys are still up.

My mom won't say no to them.

How's your new chief?

I don't like him.

You sound like me.

I'm gonna get my job back, Rose.

Fate won't do this to me.

Jesse, have you ever
considered counseling?

You mean, like, a shrink?

Have you ever considered it?

Only crazy people
see shrinks.

I'm seeing one.

You're seeing a shrink?

I am.

Is he any good?

I have nothing to
compare him to.

What's he like?

He's an ex-cop,
so he's unorthodox,

which is good for me.

Knows a lot about addiction...

and divorce,
which would be good for you.

Would he see me?

I'll talk to him.

What are you gonna do, Jesse?

I'm gonna go home
and feed Reggie.

Don't be cute.

It's hard for me not to be cute.

Good night, Jesse.

(dog barking in distance)

(sighs)

(siren wailing in distance)

Hello.

And you would be?

Jesse.

Do you have a last name?

Stone. And you would be?

Amanda.

Do you have a last name?

No.

Do you have an appointment

with Mr. Fish?

I do not.

Mr. Fish is in.

(keypad beeping,
door buzzes and opens)

You're not
going to give me

a hard time, Amanda?

You're on the list.

What list is that?

Mr. Fish is in.

He's having breakfast.

(low, rolling thunder)

Thank you, Steven.

I guess I'm
on the list.

Amanda does have the names of
the people I don't mind seeing.

I'm touched.

Beautiful woman.

Well, there are
certain advantages

to having an attractive woman
as an assistant.

Such as?

Let's just leave it at that,
Jesse Stone.

Do you miss Alan?

I don't miss having a psychopath
in my outer office, no.

Actually, he was a sociopath.

Well, he's a dead sociopath.

Some say he was hit by
that car intentionally.

Can I tell you something,
Jesse Stone?

You can.

You're off your game.

Your banter isn't up
to standard.

You seem preoccupied.

Do I?

You're not wearing
your PPD hat.

It's retired.

As are you.

You thinking about coming over
to the dark side, Jesse Stone?

Not hardly.

I lost a friend.

Would you like some eggs?

She was being treated

for an alcohol issue
at a place called Tranquility.

Rehab mill.

I've heard it described as that.

They graduated her on
prescription drugs,

and within a year,
she was into

smack and prostitution.

How's that happen, Gino?

You're asking me?

I am. You have scruples
about prostitution.

So do you.

And you know something
about drugs.

Hey, I am just
a boxing promoter.

You're a significant contributor
to Sister Mary John's shelter.

Now, that is private.

You hear things.

I hear a lot of things.

And you know a lot about drugs.

(sighs)

If we are to remain friends,

you'll have to allow me
my personal vanities

and my double standards.

It was nice seeing you,
Jesse Stone.

HEALY:
Did you change your mind

about picking up the check?

Hey, I'm a pensioned retiree.

If you say so.

I don't think he did it.

Jury didn't agree.

Why don't you think he did it?

I don't know.

Seemed like a decent kid.

So did Ted Bundy.

If you don't like
the answers you're getting,

check your premises.

I think it's
right in our face

and we can't see it.

You proficient on that thing?

Not hardly.

Well, unless you want

to call in one of
your college boys,

check for unsolved crimes

on the same date
in the same vicinity,

about the same time
as the killing.

I'm sure one of my highly
educated college graduates

would have run this.

Are you now?

Okay.

We got a rape three blocks away.

What time was the killing?

11:45.

The rapist
approached the victim

at 11:43.

Well, unless the guy
is a two-minute wonder,

we got a theory.

We got more than that.

We got the rapist's DNA.

You got the perp's DNA?

(sighs)

Hold on a second.
(stammers)

Give me a minute.
I-I got to have

my fingers catch up
with my mind here.

I'm checking my premises.

(trilling, beeps)

Couldn't match his DNA

with anything
at the robbery scene,

but we did get it.

My sense is,
it'll match the rapist.

Oh, I believe it will.

So, why didn't you
call me with this?

Why'd you come in?

I just like you.

Give me the badge.

I got a call

from a Dr. Parkinson
at a place called Tranquility.

And a call
from Rutherford College.

They were inquiring into
State Homicide's investigation

into the death
of a Cynthia Van Aldan.

Good for them.

After Dr. Parkinson
suggested

that you were impersonating
a police officer,

I assured him that

you were working
for State Homicide.

Did you also get a call
from the Paradise Police Chief?

I'm not going to tell you that.

Give me the badge.

When are you going

to get your head out of your ass
and think?

Do you want to know who she was?

I do not.

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

MAN:
Are you sure this
is police business?

It is.

May I see your badge?

What's your name?

Lewis Lipinsky.

What do you do here, Lewis?

I work for Dr. Parkinson.

- You're an intern.
- Yes.

Where do you go to school?

Rutherford College.

I'm sure Dr. Parkinson

shared with you the fact
that I saw him two days ago

on police business.

- He did.
- Are you trying

to hide something, Lewis?

No, sir.

- Jesse.
- Jesse.

Lewis, I'm simply trying
to locate a former patient.

His name is Val.

We've never had a
patient named Val.

How would you
know that, Lewis?

Well, it's not a
common name, sir.

Not a common name, Jesse.

Jesse.

Could Val have been an employee?

(sighs)

Oh, no.

"Oh, no," what, Lewis?

We're not supposed to talk
about Valery.

You're not supposed to talk
about Valery who, Lewis?

Valery Siminov.

- Because?
- Because he was let go.

Because?

I believe
he falsified his résumé.

Yeah, I-I-I think
that was the reason.

Was there another reason, Lewis?

It might have had something
to do with the fact

that he was busted for drugs.

And prostitution?

Yes.

Pimping.

Please do not tell
Dr. Parkinson about this.

What did Valery do here, Lewis?

He was only an orderly,

so that could hardly reflect
on Tranquility's mission

of providing care and
nurturing to our guests

who have entrusted us
with their destiny.

When was he fired?

Almost two months ago.

Do you know he was busted
with Cindy Van Aldan?

She was a former patient.

I... I do know that.

I also know her from Rutherford.

Do you know she's dead?

Doesn't look good
on Tranquility's résumé.

No, it doesn't.

You're a good kid, Lewis.

This what you want to do
with your life?

No, Jesse.

Good.

(typing)

Afternoon, Thelma.

Afternoon, Jesse.

May I have the keys?

Nice car.

I need to sell it.

Well, I might
consider a purchase.

I'm just not quite
convinced yet.

Maybe if I test-drove it
for a couple of days.

What are you writing?

My stump speech.

Your trips to Boston

have created concern

in some circles.

Hey, I'm working
for State Homicide.

There are people in Paradise--
powerful people--

that would like the
Van Aldan death...

forgotten.

Dr. Parkinson call you?

I wouldn't associate
with that piece of crap.

All I'm saying is, you
could lose your pension.

You could go to jail.

It's been five days,
and knowing you,

I'm sure you've broken
some laws by now.

I'd rather regret the things
I've done

than the things I haven't done.

Two days.

I'm very fond of you, Jesse.

(birds squawking)

♪ ♪

Morning.

I find a certain poetic symmetry
to having you meet me.

You gave me the
heads-up about Alan.

So, speaking symmetrically,
you have something to give me.

I do.

Two tickets to the fight
Saturday night at the Garden.

Okay.

Oh, and there was
one additional item.

Moscow Nights.

- Ring a bell?
- No.

Outcall massage.

The missing part
of your puzzle

is Valery Siminov.

Wetback pimp.

You don't like this guy.

What's not to dislike?

These Russians--
they have no code.

"I will bow to no man"--
that's not a code.

Russian mob?

No, a freelance wannabe.

He recruits his girls
by working at rehab clinics.

He's a predator.

He knows their
profile, see?

He romances them when they're
at their most vulnerable.

What happened to your friend?

She's dead.

Overdosed on heroin.

Tranquility put her
on antidepressants,

pronounced her cured

and forgot about her.

So did I.

Not your fault.

When she stopped calling,
I could have found her.

I think I know you, Jesse Stone.

Meaning?

Meaning...

you will have to do something
about your friend.

These Russians
are bad guys.

You need to be careful.

The ugly truth of it, Gino,

is, it doesn't matter
a whole hell of a lot to me.

It was nice talking to you,
Jesse Stone.

(sighs)

(foghorn droning)

(engine starting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Thanks, Laura.

That's one.

(touch-tone dialing)

(phone line ringing)

WOMAN (Russian accent):
Welcome to Moscow Nights,

offering the complete
massage experience

in the privacy
of your hotel room.

Would you like to speak

to one of our beautiful
Russian therapists?

CINDY (echoing):
Jesse...

Jesse... I'm sorry.

You're my best friend.

I need to talk.

I tried to call you,
but your phone is disconnected.

I'm coming back to Paradise.

(birds squawking in distance)

(grunts)

(sighs)

(sighing)

What are you looking at?

(grunts)

(overlapping chatter)

You called me?

HEALY: We'll talk
about this later.

The DNA's a match.

Your perp's not the perp.

But he is a rapist.
So the judge declares

a mistrial, and you arrest him
for the rape.

That's correct.

I'd like to be a fly on
the wall for that one.

You could've told me
this on the phone.

You close to,
uh, Cynthia Van Aldan?

I was.

Got any evidence of foul play?

I do not.

If you get anything,
I'll go after it.

Don't do this on your own.

Jesse...

thanks for this.

You are Mr. Stone.

Jesse.

Come in.

Please.

(speaking Russian)

You speak Russian?

I was talking to her.

What's your name?

Svetlana.

Is she Russian or not?

I'm paying
for a Russian.

No, she is not Russian,

but she is young
and beautiful, is she not?

Are you a cop?

Why would you ask?

If I ask, you have to tell me.

Otherwise, it's
entrapment.

No, I'm not a cop.

Good.

You, of course,
have to pay in advance.

Then I will leave.

You're not gonna
stay and watch.

After you pay,
I will leave.

Actually, I was a cop.

A small town police chief,
but I got into a little trouble,

and I had to retire early.

(grunts and groans)

Come on.

What's your real name?

Emily.

You have family, Emily?

Yes.

If you need to talk
to someone, call me.

Go home.

Please go home, Emily.

You a tough guy?

I'm tough enough.

Cindy Van Aldan.

Horrible tragedy.

I didn't kill her.

You might as well have.

"I bow to no man."
What's that about?

If your friends
could see you now.

You prey on kids.

You're thinking
about shooting me.

I am.

You can't kill me.

Why can't I kill you?

The hotel has your name.

Actually, I registered
under an assumed name.

Valery Siminov.

I paid cash.

You need to retire, Valery.

That's not in my plan.

Okay.

So shoot me.

I've been thinking about that.

Oh, this?

Just kidding.

Do you hunt, Valery?

No, I think it's cruel.

Oh. Well, here's
what I was thinking.

When you shoot a big animal
like a deer or an elk

with a high powered rifle,

you can shoot him
right through the heart,

and he still might run off,
sometimes for quite a distance.

The animal's already dead,
he just doesn't know it yet.

It's a good thing
animals can't think.

Now, people...

People can think.

I'm going to haunt you, Valery.

You won't know
when it's gonna happen,

but when it does,
you'll have time to think.

You need to consider
retirement, Valery.

I'm enjoying the hell out of it.

Oh, and when you work
your way out of all that,

one piece of advice
for your own good:

Stay away from the mini-bar.

The judge declared
a mistrial.

How'd you do it?

Well, I just stayed at it.

You saved my life.

They said they'd make a formal
announcement later on today.

Then I can get out of here.

I don't know why not.

Charles Morris?

Am I free to go?

You're under arrest for rape

and assault perpetrated
on Mrs. Jane Francis

on February 4.

You have the right
to remain silent

and refuse to answer questions.

- Do you understand?
- He does.

Anything you say
may be used against you

in a court of law.
Do you understand?

- He does.
- You have the right

to consult an attorney before
speaking to the police...

Cracker Jack?

I got good and plenty.

If you decide to answer
questions now

without a lawyer present,
Thanks for this.

you have the right to stop
questioning at any time

until you talk to a lawyer.
Do you understand what I...

Yes, he understands.

I feel he has
issues, Jesse.

We both do.

You took off early.

I did.

Where's your Cruiser?

At the station.

What'd you need
to talk about?

Did Cindy commit suicide?

I don't think so.

But we don't know.

No, we don't.

He won't let me go
after it, Jesse.

I would expect
no less of him.

I want an answer.

I know you want an answer.

I may not find one.

I see it as my job not
to look the other way.

You quit, didn't you?

Numbness of the heart.

You do this for me?

For myself.

You sure about that?

I don't belong there anymore.

I feel it in my cells.

Does Rose know?

She understands.

She said she can't
afford not to stay.

You're a good cop, Suit.

You can hang your hat on that.

You going
after Tranquility?

No.

They didn't help her,
but they didn't kill her.

My sense is, you're going
after somebody, Jesse.

I want to help.

I'm not after anybody, Suitcase.

There are no place out there
for graft,

or greed or lies,

or compromise
with human liberties.

And if that's what
the grown-ups have done

with this world
that was given to them,

then we'd better get those
boys' camps started fast

and see what the kids can do.

And it's not too late,

because this country is
bigger than the Taylors,

or you, or me, or anything else.

Great principles don't get lost
once they come to light.

They're right here.

You just have to see them again!

(keypad beeping,
door buzzes and opens)

Go on! Move it!

To the left!

(inaudible whisper)

Stop, Jeff! Stop!

(crying)

(papers rustling)

I guess this is just another
lost cause, Mr. Paine.

All you people don't know
about lost causes.

Mr. Paine does.

He said once

they were the only causes
worth fighting for.

This is Jesse. Leave a message.

(beep)

He knows who you are.

Well, that was stupid, Gino.

(crickets chirping)

(static crackling)

♪ ♪

(crickets chirping)

(lighter clicks)

♪ ♪

(squeaking)

(door squeaking)

♪ ♪

JESSE:
Don't turn around, Valery.

(Valery yells,
automatic guns firing)

(gunshot)

(racking shotgun slide)

(Valery wheezing)

(wheezing)

(wheezing)

I don't think
you're gonna make it.

(labored breathing)

(sighs)

(door opens)

(sighs)

(speed dialing tone)

(phone ringing through)

ROSE:
Good morning.

Paradise Police Department.

I'd like to report a shooting.

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