"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," "?" "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 die 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." "We esday." "?" "911?" "?" ",man?" "?" "All right... th we're out ere." "LET GO" "?" "helpful" "±¾×ÖÄ"½ö¹©Ñ§Ï°½"Á÷£¬ÑÏ½ûÓÃÓÚÉÌÒµÓÃÍ¾" "=ÆÆÀÃÐÜ×ÖÄ"×é=- ·­Òë£º¸öÈËID Ð£¶Ô£º¸öÈËID Ê±¼äÖá£ºGino miss ipod  Stone" "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?" "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?" "?" "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."