City by the Sea Page #5

He's got nobody to blame but himself.

- Please help him. You're all he's got.

- Then he's got nothing.

Please, help him!

Don't walk away from him again!

- himself the son of Angelo LaMarca,

executed for a horrific murder in 1959.

This photo shows LaMarca being booked

for the murder of the baby...

...who was strangled to death while

LaMarca attempted to collect the ransom.

Marge.

Here. Take these into the living room.

Come on now. Come on.

I'm sorry it was your boy.

That'll be hard for you.

I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry.

It's hard to believe Reg will

never be coming home again.

Why did he do it, Vince?

Reg never would have hurt your boy.

It's just so wrong. It's just...

It's just so wrong.

I swear to God, if there's

anything I can do...

Daddy, no!

Bree's gonna miss him the most.

LaMarca has had a long career

with this department...

...living down the tragedy of his father's

past and that of his troubled...

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Where's Angelo?

- Asleep in your bed.

LaMarca has been moved

to a different case.

There they go. The big story.

I don't know what to say.

I'm sorry, Vincent.

I went to see Reg's wife.

You know, all the other cops

wouldn't look at me.

Just like it was at school.

Nobody says anything,

but they think you're guilty too.

You can't blame yourself for everything.

Is Joey my fault?

I don't know. But you're not responsible

for everything your son does.

He's gotta choose who he wants to be.

You think we get a choice?

We just pretend that we got a choice.

It's more like a sentence.

When my old man did what he did,

I felt so bad, you know.

I felt like I was the criminal.

No way I'd feel that way again. I'd be

so good nobody could pin anything on me.

That was my choice.

But now, whether your dad

is a cop or a murderer...

...some kid's father's not coming home.

That's the real life sentence.

Yeah.

So, what do we do, Michelle?

Want your keys back?

- LaMarca.

- I didn't shoot that cop.

- Joey?

- You hear me? I didn't shoot him.

I didn't shoot him.

Somebody did. I just left

the wife and daughter crying.

- Well, it wasn't me.

- Let's meet where we watched the planes.

- What?

- Remember we used to watch the planes?

- Yeah.

- Remember where that was?

- Yeah.

- I'll be there, just me.

Why should I trust you?

Joey, you don't have a choice.

I'll be there by myself, I promise.

Please. You gotta do it. Please.

All right.

- You gonna meet him?

- I hope so.

- What are you looking at?

- The van down there.

- They're tapping the phone.

- But you're on their side.

I don't think they see it-

I don't think they see it that way.

- Speak.

- Let's not play games.

- Sorry, chief.

- Why get cute about the meeting spot?

I know what happens

if the wrong cop goes.

You got my word that nothing's

gonna happen to Joey.

Your word is good with me. If I can,

I'll bring him in to you. I gotta go.

There will be a lot of cops up here

looking for me. Bring Angelo to your place.

- Where are you going?

- You can't say what you don't know.

You still watch those planes.

Yeah.

I met Angelo.

Gina brought him over.

Nice little kid.

Because of Gina, not me.

She won't let me see him.

She says I gotta stay away

till I get clean.

Which will be whenever.

- I got this lawyer ready to meet with us.

- You wanna take me in?

I wanna help.

Did you hear me? I didn't do the cop.

I come to talk to you,

you bring up a lawyer.

You think maybe your lawyer could

get me the electric chair? F***.

Too weird, huh?

If I got the chair too,

just like your old man?

You ever think about him?

Sure.

- Did you love him?

- He was my father. Of course I did.

Because someone's your father means

you gotta love him? You think I love you?

- I don't know.

- Right. You don't even know me, do you?

No, I guess I don't.

You wanna tell me?

- You know I was quarterback in high school?

- No. Your mother never told me anything.

- I used to look for you in the stands.

- I would've loved to see you play.

You should have. I was good.

We beat Cedarhurst

in the county finals.

First time in 24 years.

The crowd went wild.

I didn't need drugs that night.

I was good then.

You should have seen me.

I wish I had.

All right, f*** it.

We all got reasons.

So you believe me about the cop,

or what?

- Your prints are on the gun.

- I wasn't there when the cop went down.

That cop had a name.

His name was Reg.

So who was there?

F***ing scumbag dealer named Spyder.

He's after me for his f***ing $4000.

If I had it,

I'd be on a plane to Florida.

Did you see him?

No, I didn't see him do it

but I saw him right after.

- I mean right after. In the alley there.

- What about Picasso?

I don't know.

Look, I was f***ed up...

...he came at me with a knife...

- I guess, in a sense, I killed him.

- In a sense?

I don't know what happened. One minute

we're fighting and the next he's dead.

But that wasn't me.

All right? That wasn't the real me.

I wouldn't count

on a jury believing that.

This is something you can't run away from.

You can't. You can't run.

- Do you believe me?

- It doesn't matter what I believe.

Plead self-defense, you could get off

with maybe six years.

What if it matters to me

what you believe?

I gotta take you in, you know that.

What are you, a cop or my father?

I'm both.

- I'm getting out of here. What are you now?

- Joey, come on!

Just f***ing with you.

I knew the answer.

You know, when I was a kid,

I wanted to be a cop.

I really did.

Just like you.

Chief.

Where's your boy?

Picasso worked for a dealer called Spyder.

Spyder's after Joey for his $4000.

Joey told me he saw Spyder in the alley

by the casino after Reg was hit.

- Why didn't you bring your boy in?

- He told me he didn't kill Reg.

- You believed him?

- I believed him.

He's your son, of course

you wanna believe him.

- I've been a cop 25 years-

- The operative word is "cop. "

You're not sometimes a cop,

sometimes a junkie's father.

You're either a cop

or you're not a cop. End of story.

This is bullshit.

You're under oath to perform

your duty. In this investigation-

What investigation?

You already made your mind up.

Peace, all right?

Don't be playing no bullshit neither.

A motherfucking ghost.

- How come you still breathing, Casper?

- Listen.

A thousand dollars for my Nova.

Cops got your wheels, boy.

I'm sorry, man.

Will you do me a solid here, please?

I need help.

Please.

What's the ring?

- It's a football ring. It ain't for sale.

- Let me see.

This is worth like 100, easy.

But I'm saving it for my son.

We'll treat it like a loan

until I get you the 100 back.

Yeah, sure.

All right.

Here.

No, Carl, I can't use this.

I need cash.

- You'd be the first junkie who couldn't.

- Give me the ring.

Back the f*** off!

You lucky I'm giving you anything!

Please, the ring's important.

It's for my boy.

You ain't gonna be around to see your boy.

And you ain't going to Florida.

You got Spyder and the cops

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