Narc Page #4

You know, the other day I asked

you why you wanted to do this,

and you said that you didn't know.

Well, you know what?

I got news for you.

You need to know,

and you need to let me know,

'cause for the life of me,

I'm looking at you hold your son

and I can't understand,

do you understand?

I can't understand why

you would ever feel the need

to go back to that again.

Yeah, what if it was me who

got wasted out there, Audrey?

That wasn't you.

What if it was?

That wasn't...

What if it was!

There are other people

aside from you, okay?

You're a little

three-foot circle.

You know what, that's really unfair.

They had this kid

beaten half-dead.

They could've walked away.

Anyone could've.

Instead...

they took the gun,

and they blew half his head off, okay?

I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby.

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

I'm sorry.

You were right about the Mossberg.

Definitely was one of ours.

Lab pulled partial prints off of it.

One set belonged to Leflore,

the other set belonged

to this gang-banger,

Latroy Steeds.

It's just that he's got a bunch

of drug sh*t.

Just did 30 days in Wayne County.

Got out a week ago.

Do we know where he's at?

S-T-E-E-D-S.

Larry, you're his parole officer.

He hasn't...?

Not once?

All right. Well, let me know

if he shows, okay?

No problem, you got it.

He hasn't checked in once.

Here, go on.

Let's sit on the house,

see if he shows up.

Come on, go, go, go,

go, go, go, go, go, go!

Let's move it out here!

How long you been married, Nick?

Uh... about a year and a half.

Got any kids?

Yeah, one. I got a boy...

a big baby boy.

Hmm.

Almost ten months.

That's nice.

How long you been with your wife?

Um... I lost her.

We were married just shy of 16 years.

She had cancer.

I didn't know. I'm sorry.

- No...

- I thought...

It's okay.

We were talking wives.

You have one. I had one.

I've been asked before.

Probably'd be easier on people

if I took my ring off, but...

...because we'd avoid these

embarrassing little moments,

but it's okay.

I like talking about her.

The first detail

I had was... was vice.

I wanted robbery/homicide,

but... I caught vice.

I worked vice.

- I hated it.

- Mm-hmm.

Just hated it.

You know, I rode it to the seams,

hoping to leapfrog out of there,

but... no good.

No dice.

And I'd come home, just in bad shape.

Just pissed off.

That's when I first started

getting an ulcer.

Just miserable.

And I'd lie down in her lap...

and she'd rub my head.

Some nights, she'd sing me to sleep.

I'd just lie there, staring at her.

Still the best place I've ever been.

I'll tell you this much:

I became a much better cop

the day she died.

And any half-step,

any hesitation

I had about the job was gone.

I see a dead-bolted door,

I break it down

and be the first one in the room.

I started working Joint Task Force.

The head-crack,

hang-wrecking crew.

Zombie squad.

It was a diversion.

It was just a way

to keep from thinking about her.

I remember one night...

...I went with the sheriffs

on a warrant raid.

This dipshit was selling meth

out of his apartment.

It was just

a stop and pop.

Broke down the door, rousted the guy.

I was in one of the back rooms

looking for junk.

And I hear something.

I turn around, and see these...

these eyes staring at me

from a closet.

It was a little girl.

A little ten-year-old girl...

naked.

Shaking like a leaf.

She was scared to death.

Her stepfather

was pimping her out for rent.

Wrapped her in my coat...

carried her out to the squad car.

I went back.

And I beat that motherf***er

half to death.

I thought of my wife.

I thought of the baby we never had.

All the things about her

that I hung onto.

'Cause a little girl being brutalized,

a little girl being abused

has got nothing to do

with the rules and regulations,

and everything to do

with right and wrong.

It's the same thing with Calvess.

Why is he the cookie monster?

He loves cookies.

'Cause, like,

every time in the morning

I want cookies for dessert...

gone, no cookies left.

- No?

- None.

'Cause he eats them all.

Yep.

He eats cookies for breakfast.

He eats cookies for dinner.

He eats cookies for lunch.

He eats cookies for...

anything.

This one won't let me

out of her sight.

She drags her dad's

T-shirt around with her

wherever she goes.

Can you say hi to the man?

Shy.

She's a little doll, though.

Honey, you can go.

I want to thank you, Kathryn,

for letting me come by.

Oh, it was not a problem.

Thank you for bringing his things.

I wasn't too thrilled

about going through them,

but I'm glad you brought them.

I haven't seen

some of these pictures

for a long time.

You have to forgive me,

because I'm pretty convinced

that any way I go about this is

the wrong way, so...

No, please.

I don't mind answering questions.

Did you know Mike?

No, I didn't.

I never got

the chance to meet him.

I wish I had.

I know his reputation, though.

Hmm.

But what I need to...

know more of, I-I think...

You know, what I'm lacking...

is...

Well, I worked undercover narcotics

for two and a half years myself,

so I know that life

can be very difficult.

I know that it can be...

very problematic, especially with a...

with a family.

You know, maybe I...

Maybe not.

Baby, can you go check

on your sister for Mommy?

Go check on your sister.

What are you asking me now?

Well, um...

I know it's personal...

...but did things at work

adversely affect things here?

Here at home?

No.

Did he tell you

what it was that he was doing?

Yes.

Did that seem to bother him?

Did it bother you?

Yes, it did.

Well, there you have it.

You notice anything about his mood

in the weeks before?

Was there anything strange

about his behavior?

No.

Did he mention any names?

Maybe there were some people

that he was dealing with that...

came out?

No.

I remember the day

that Mike was killed.

I was putting the girls to bed,

and I heard a knock.

And when I opened the door...

Henry was standing there

with tears in his eyes.

And I knew right away

that he was gone.

And I remember

running back to the girls' room,

and sitting on the edge

of their bed and just...

...staring at them.

I needed to see his face.

Mom, somebody's at the door.

Where? Where?

Hi! Hi. Come here, you.

How are you?

Give me a kiss.

Where's my kiss?

There's someone here.

He's been asking me

questions about Mike.

What?

I need to talk to you outside

right now.

I'll be right back, okay?

Okay.

What the f*** you doing

talking to her without me being here?!

I brought her husband's things over.

Yeah, and you questioned her.

What for?

What for?!

Is this "Mother, May I?"

We said we were going to do

some of this on our own, right?

Some of this doesn't extend to her,

and don't get f***ing cute with me!

Take your hand out of my face.

If you need to know what

she said about anything

case-related,

you refer to the file!

Yeah, I looked at the files.

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