Jesse Stone: Sea Change Page #3

if Cathleen

and I discussed this.

The rape test was inconclusive.

Why don't you tell us the part

you didn't want your dad

to hear, Cathleen?

They made me do a striptease.

Were you drinking?

Yes. They said

I had to do a striptease

or they wouldn't

take me back to shore.

Who is they?

The guy that raped me

and two other guys.

They said

I had to strip.

So you' re saying

they forced you?

Yes. And then the guy who owned

the boat took me downstairs.

I thought, you know, so

I could get dressed again,

but he just threw me on the bed

and raped me.

He was like an animal.

Just threw me down

and jumped on me.

But he wore a condom.

Yes.

Did he put that on just before

he jumped on you like an animal?

Yeah. Just before.

Was it in a packet?

Yes.

Did he have to open the packet?

I don't remember.

You think she's lying?

You don't think she was raped?

I didn't say that.

Well, I think

we can get a warrant.

Sure, we can get a warrant,

but I don't want to.

Since when

do you care

what the Town

Council thinks?

I don't.

But I do care about Paradise.

You prosecute a rape case

in a resort town,

all the cable news channels

will live here.

And no rape shield law

will protect that kid.

Legally, she's not a kid.

I think it's blood

on his clothes.

Excuse me?

I want to test

the robber's clothes for blood.

So, after he

shot the teller,

he dragged the body

to the grave

and got blood on

his clothes. So what?

So what? How much money

was taken in the robbery?

Just the cash

that was in the bank: $24,000.

Hardly worth a life.

Jesse, what's the point?

The point is, this isn't

just a robbery, Officer Gammon.

It's a murder.

And the guy got away with it.

This report doesn't even

say whether she was shot

from the front or the back.

No, it doesn't.

And I'm not happy

with the ID of the body.

You don't want to run a DNA test.

I do.

You don't think a mother could

recognize her own daughter?!

Not after two years underground.

She recognized the clothes.

And where are they?

Lieu returned

the effects

to the family.

Jesse, this stuff

isn't important!

I think it is.

Why?

Because I need it to be!

What was the mother's

last known whereabouts?

Sisters of Mercy

Hospital, up north.

Jesse...

I think DeAngelo went

to the Town Council.

I would expect no less of him.

They' re laying for you.

The ugly truth of it, Rose,

is it doesn't matter

a whole hell of a lot to me.

Jesse, you need to concentrate

on the rape case.

I know.

You' re right.

Thank you.

Yes?

I'm Jesse Stone,

the police chief in Paradise.

You' re a long way from home.

I was looking for Mary Lewis.

Oh, my mom's resting.

You look like your sister.

Is this is about Rebecca?

Yes.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm Leeann Lewis. Come in.

Thank you.

You can speak to her,

but she won't speak back.

My mom had a stroke.

Mama, this is...

Jesse Stone,

Mrs. Lewis.

I was just visiting

with Leeann.

Would you like some coffee?

I would.

Nice meeting you,

Mrs. Lewis.

When did your mom

have the stroke?

The day after she

identified Rebecca.

Thank you for

not upsetting her.

I assume you have

power of attorney.

I thought this

case was closed.

No. Just cold.

What do you want, Chief Stone?

Probably what you want.

Justice for your sister.

I'd like permissin

to exhume

the body.

My sister was cremated.

Okay.

This is old.

I'm going to get

you a new pot.

Did you see your

sister's body?

No. Maybe my mother

wouldn't have had her stroke

if I had been here.

I wouldn't beat yourself up.

You've obviously devoted

yourself to her.

I left my job in L.A.,

and I got her out

of that hospital,

and we've been here ever since.

Long way from Paradise.

Too many memories.

Do you have any

personal effects of

your sister? Pictures?

Why?

Well, it's just

the way I work.

Gives me a sense

of the person.

Frankly, there's

not much in our files.

We really don't want to open old

wounds unless there's a reason.

Oh, I think there's a reason.

Well, I got rid of all that

stuff after the funeral.

It upset your mom?

Yeah.

Frankly, it upset me, too.

I'm sorry.

This is going

to take a while.

Do you still want coffee,

Chief Stone?

Jesse.

Jesse.

Coffee would be good.

It's a long way back.

Jesse?

Would you like

to eat at the bar?

Sure, Laura.

Okay.

I thought I'd stop by,

see if you need any help

fighting crime.

What's happening at home

that you'd rather be here?

Nothing.

Not nothing.

My wife's younger brother

is visiting with his wife.

They have young children.

You don't care

for young children?

Neither of us do.

But it's her brother.

So your dropping by is not

all about helping me.

It's nothing about that.

Are you staying for dinner?

Can I tell my wife

it's business?

You can if you crank up

your lab for me.

There's something

I want you to check.

Can't Doc Perkins do it?

I don't want to destroy

his confidence.

Yeah, but State Homicide

operates on a budget.

This stuff costs money.

Is it important?

I have no idea.

Will you call

my wife for me?

Okay.

Then I'll crank up the lab.

You know, marriage

is hard for cops.

And the only people

we know how to talk to

are the women we marry.

Then the marriage breaks up,

and you need to talk to someone,

and only one you can't talk to

is the woman you married.

When did Molly call you?

The morning

after you woke her up.

Oh, Captain Healy will be

joining me for dinner, Laura.

What can I get for you?

Scotch on the rocks...

and another for the Chief.

I'm good, Laura.

Have you talked

to the son of a b*tch?

No.

But I will be talking

to the son of a b*tch.

Why'd Cathleen drop out

of high school

before her senior year?

What's that have to do

with her being raped?

I don't know.

I tried, but

she just wouldn't go.

And I couldn't make her.

I work all day.

Her mom is...

Gone.

Took off with a guy

when Cathleen was just six...

Look...

I'm sorry, Chief Stone.

This whole thing's

just got me...

Pissed off?

She came home very late.

I confronted her.

She got real upset,

and then it all just came out.

Well, two things

you need to know.

One is, I'm going to talk

to the son of a b*tch.

And two, you' re going to stay

away from the son of a b*tch.

Because?

Because I'm the police chief.

What were you thinking?

Jesse!

Boy, I do not get

many visitors.

So how you doing, Hasty?

Don't say "How you doing?"

to a convict.

Okay, how's it going?

Well, I teach

illiterate prisoners to read.

I give financial advice

to the guards.

How's the drinking thing?

Better since I gave up hope.

How's my wife?

Ex-wife, Hasty.

How's she doing?

Cissy?

Is... Cissy.

But she's okay?

Yes.

Jesse, you and Cissy...

You never...

No. We never.

So, no hard feelings?

Hey, a guy saves your life.

Albeit for the wrong reasons...

What are you doing here?

Your bank was robbed in 1992.

Teller was killed.

Yeah, Rebecca. Nice kid.

What do you remember about it?

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