Jesse Stone: Innocents Lost Page #5

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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.

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.

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?

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?

Hold on a second.

Give me a minute.

I-I got to have

my fingers catch up

with my mind here.

I'm checking my premises.

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.

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?

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 rsum.

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 rsum.

No, it doesn't.

You're a good kid, Lewis.

This what you want to do

with your life?

No, Jesse.

Good.

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.

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.

Thanks, Laura.

That's one.

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CINDY:

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.

What are you looking at?

You called me?

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.

You speak Russian?

I was talking to her.

What's your name?

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