Bostonian Page #3

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wanna find a scapegoat

and have me say that he did it,

then that's fine with me.

Those cops?

I didn't see you.

I can't ID you.

Now you can.

No!

Oh, sh*t!

Mr. Fausser?

Yes. Yes?

Sean Burke, Boston homicide.

You mind?

Have a seat.

Your co-worker?

Jenna.

Oh, you're aware.

Yes, I've heard all the chatter,

saw the police.

Doesn't take a detective,

you'll forgive the expression,

to figure it out.

No, it makes my job easier.

Saturday afternoon,

where were you?

Here! Until, uh, 3:00 pm.

Um, badge was swiped

at 2:
48.

Working alone?

No, uh, Jenna was here.

She left,

wow, I'd say

an hour before me.

We were working

on the quarterlies.

Uh, listen, it's a little hard

to keep track of time

when you're putting

in a 65-hour work week.

The thing is,

her badge wasn't swiped.

Security guard

never saw her leave.

Well,

Jenna was a smoker.

They used to go down

the back stairwell,

prop open the fire door.

Well, she was found

on the side alley.

Looked like a mugging.

She was choked,

bludgeoned,

pockets gone through.

Oh, god.

She probably didn't even

have her purse with her.

I've seen worse.

But so early in the day.

Well, I wanna get

a statement from you,

cover all my bases.

Thanks for your time,

Mr. Fausser.

Marshal.

Thank you for

your time, marshal.

Uh, detective...?

Sean.

Sean.

I've gotta get

a drink after work.

And after all this and Jenna,

you know,

frankly I could just

use the company.

Police work

has always fascinated me.

Uh-uh, I don't know

about that.

I'm buying,

the good stuff.

Meet me downstairs at 7:00.

Sure, why not?

My hero,

twice today

you've come to my rescue.

The first time

was when you gave me

some stellar advice

on taking care of the ladies.

The second time

was this fabulous meal.

Thank you, Sean.

Well, you probably

bought me, what,

$5,000 worth of drinks

over the last few years?

And bursting pipes,

oh, that really sucks.

Indeed it does.

The entire building is flooded,

from my penthouse

down to the garage.

But thank god,

the Audi is okay.

Fancy-ass building.

Yes.

Prestigious location,

but building mechanicals,

not so much.

Hold up, bad phone.

Yeah? Burke here.

Sergeant Burke, it's McCarthy.

Yeah, what's up?

The witness is dead.

What?

I got there, like, 20 minutes

late, okay, and nobody's there.

I found the guy

and his throat's cut.

It's a f***ing bloodbath, Sean.

I don't know what to do here.

Where the f*** is Bogle?

I don't know, he wasn't there.

I called his cell,

I called the station,

I called his house,

I can't find this F***in' guy.

Hang up the phone, Sean.

You got to get over here, Sean,

I don't know what to do.

Should I call

crime scene or what?

Sean?

Sean?

When I killed Jenna,

it was the one moment of peace.

Marshal.

You were a true friend.

My only friend.

Sicut parabus situs nobis.

Katie is so special.

No, marshal.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

A Boston detective was

gunned down in his home last night,

shot to death

with his own firearm.

Police are not releasing

the identity of the detective,

as he was part

of an ongoing investigation

and it is believed his death

is related to that inquiry.

No evidence of break-in

was apparent

and authorities believe

the fallen hero

may have known his attacker.

Hello?

Hello, Katie.

I was thinking about you.

How are you?

Marshal?

Yeah.

Oh, marshal.

Hello, Katie?

Marshal, are you busy?

No, is there anything wrong?

Can we get a cup

of coffee or something?

Some place quiet.

Sure.

Of course.

So, tell me about your father.

I can't.

I never knew him.

Ugh, I'm sorry.

I guess that's worse.

Yeah.

My dad, he's a...

Was a good man,

not a good father.

I don't know.

Well, neither of us

ever walked in his shoes.

Oh, what?

Being a cop?

No, about being a parent.

Maybe being a cop parent.

I don't buy it.

I mean, they were kids,

they had parents, they had no...

I was always the glue

keeping them together.

When we were together, it was...

It was pleasant,

but it was never a lot.

I mean, he was always gone,

working,

chasing bad guys.

And then it all went to sh*t

when I went to college.

My mother would call,

crying.

She was lonely,

the house was quiet,

and still,

all he did was work

and drink Whisky.

He could've retired.

I mean, they could've

traveled maybe...

You know,

from what I've seen,

being a cop is not just a job.

It's more like being

in a state of mind.

A bird doesn't retire

from being a bird.

Yeah, I guess.

I don't know.

My mother had a heart attack

and died in my junior

in college.

It took me a long time

to get over that,

to forgive him for that.

And now when things

are finally getting decent

with him and I, it just...

So, you never really knew

your father at all?

Mommy said he ran off

after I was born.

Said he didn't love her.

He was wealthy,

and handsome,

and he was married.

So, he ran off

and he moved his money around.

Back in those days,

it wasn't easy

for mommy to work the system,

but she was too lazy

to do anything about it anyway.

So tell me about her,

your mother.

She did her best, I suppose,

did what she knew.

She was lonely.

Different guys in and out,

no more than a few

months at a time.

It was just her

and me since the beginning.

The day after I left

for college,

she got drunk and high,

came to the beach,

and walked right into the surf.

She was found the next day,

pale,

bloated.

She found peace,

finally.

The beach,

this is what I needed.

Peace.

Sean was a good man.

Rich b*tches.

That's what she was, marshal,

thinking they're better than me.

You oughta be happy

you're rid of that c*nt.

I raised my kid alone,

no father,

no nannies,

no big f***ing car.

And look at you,

you're refined.

You don't gotta be rich

to have taste and sh*t.

Don't gotta go off to college

in Vermont or some sh*t.

UMass Boston's fine,

maybe Suffolk.

F***ing NYU and Chicago,

that's where they go.

That's where they send

their f*ggot sons.

Look at you.

God, you're handsome.

Rich whores would be lucky

to have my boy

marry their slut daughters.

Lucky to get what I get.

That's about all he had.

The guy was always on the move.

Yeah, he was quite

the minimalist,

people and possessions.

Wait, his gun.

Don't you guys need this?

No, we're certain that

that was the murder weapon.

Ballistics was easy.

It was wiped clean so

it'd be useless even

if we had a suspect.

But I was able to get you this.

What? I asked you

for the case files.

I know, those are the summaries.

That's... that's all

I could get.

Why?

Well, Katie

I was suspended,

so, I'm damn lucky

I was able to get that.

Even if I wasn't,

there's no way I could get you

the entire case files.

Kappel, Roberts, and Hollabaugh.

What's that one?

Oh, a case he was working

on before the killer.

Another cold one.

Cold cases really burned him,

you know, being the best

closer on the force and all.

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