End Game Page #5

It's been a long time.

Maybe 25 years.

Is there anything else you recall?

I remember they took the boy away.

And soon after that,

the family moved out of the parish.

Took him away?

Yes, they took him away.

Would the church have any records

on possibly where they took the boy?

No, we wouldn't have

any records on that.

Well, Father, thank you for your time.

I appreciate your help.

Glad to help.

(male voice) Who is it?

[gruff] Police!

Yeah? What do you want?

You the apartment manager?

Yeah. I'm the "apartment manager."

We're looking for a woman who

lived here about six years ago.

Nah. I wouldn't know, I

haven't been here that long.

Besides, what's in it for me?

Some friends downtown

would be really interested

in that smell of cannabis

coming out of your apartment.

Uh, you can try up in 2B, Mrs. Flannery.

I heard she's been here forever.

Thanks.

Sure.

(female voice) Yes, who is it?

It's Detective Burk, ma'am,

with the Pittsburgh Police.

Just a minute, please.

[much metallic clacking]

I'll have to see some identification.

All right. What can I do

to help you, Detective?

Are you Mrs. Flannery?

Yes, I am.

I understand you owned an apartment

building on 5th Avenue one time.

Yes, my husband and

l did many years ago.

You wouldn't happen to

rent to a Minert family

at any time, did you?

Minert, Minert.

Yes, yes, I do remember that name.

I didn't deal with the tenants,

my husband took care of that.

But l do remember that name.

Why's that name stick out?

Well, they had a boy that, um,

let's say he was very troubled.

What would make you

think he was troubled?

I didn't see this for myself,

but my husband told me

that he used to find dead

animals in the basement,

and he always thought that that

boy had something to do with it.

You wouldn't happen to

have a forwarding address

or any information

regarding the Minert family.

No, I don't.

When we sold the apartment building,

all the records were destroyed.

I seem to be at a dead end here.

If you do come up with any information,

please contact me.

I'm sorry I couldn't

have been more help.

Good luck.

What?

You don't like my company?

[thud]

Hello?

Yes, this is Detective Burk of

the Pittsburgh Police Department.

May I ask who I'm speaking with?

Mr. Miller, your phone number was found

in a Brad Mayfield's apartment.

Yes, this has to do with an

ongoing murder investigation.

I was curious, how would

you know Brad Mayfield?

You wouldn't.

He also went by the name Alex Minert.

Okay. Thank you for your time.

If you do come up with anything,

please feel free to contact me

at the Pittsburgh Police Department.

They'll know how to get ahold of me.

All right. Thank you.

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Buffo?

I'm sorry.

He's a little tied up right now.

You have a nice day too.

Mommy didn't order a clown.

Hello, Mrs. Burk.

How do you know my name?

Oh, these balloons,

they're from Mr. Burk.

Chrissy's dad.

Oh. What a nice surprise.

It sure is.

It's a beautiful day

in the neighborhood.

Chrissy, I want you to sit here.

I want yo to be a really

good girl for Buffo the Clown.

[whimpering]

Who's the strongest clown now, Buffo?

Up we go.

Sit over there.

(male voice) Hey, buddy.

You gotta get a life jacket on that kid.

What's that?

You gotta get a life

jacket on that little girl.

Ah. I've been meaning to get one.

I can't let you go out without one.

Come on, man, what's it to you?

First off, I'm an officer in

the local coast guard here,

also an off-duty police officer.

Come to think of it, I

haven't seen you around here.

Let me see some lD.

Come on, man, You can't cut me a break?

Can't do it. Besides,

it's for her safety.

You wanna see some lD?

Yeah.

Here's your lD.

People ought to mind their own business.

Hi, honey. I'm home.

You look beautiful.

It's been such a long day.

I think it's time to play.

Ann.

Ann. What happened?

It was a clown.

A clown?!

He took Chrissy.

He took Chrissy?

I think it was Mayfield.

I'm so sorry I brought this home.

Just find her.

Now that lowlife is

messing with my family.

She's a special need child,

that dirty son of a b*tch.

[phone rings]

Homicide.

He's away from his desk right now.

One second.

Pat, have you seen Burk?

Yeah, I know where he is.

This is Detective Burk.

[indistinct male voice]

Mr. Miller.

So you do remember something.

You sold him a boat.

Who?

Alex Minert.

So that's a 45-foot Gibson.

Mr. Miller, thank you for calling back.

I really appreciate your help.

Bye.

[buttons clicking]

Come on, pick up.

Bob! Bob! It's me, Dan.

I need to borrow your boat.

Burk.

Where is he?

I don't know.

What are you doing here, Burk?

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down!

Put these on.

Right here.

Right here, Burk.

[grunt]

I told you, Burk,

when you started this

game, you had a lot to lose.

The only loser I see here is you.

How can l be the loser

when you're the one that

has the gun to your head?

So, you kill me:
then what?

Then what?

Then I take Carol and your little girl.

And I slit their throats.

Then I take your wife

out of the hospital

and I give her the lovemaking

sex she's been dying for!

Then I kill her too!

Enough of this bullshit.

It's time to die.

[police radio wallah]

Get him to the county morgue.

I'm going back to the office.

Whoa, you can't come in here.

It's a crime scene, a restricted area.

We understand that you apprehended

the stranglehold killer.

That's classified information, ma'am.

Then who's in the bag?

We will release a

statement in the morning.

Let's just say the city can

sleep a lot safer tonight.

Now, I'm afraid I'm gonna

have to ask you to leave.

Get them out of here.

So, what are you going to do now?

I think it's time for a career change.

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