Officer Down Page #4

Okay. Tell you what I find.

Thanks.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

(DISPATCH RADIO CHATTER)

(CELLPHONE BUZZES)

What's up, Lieu?

LARUSSA:
...at the bar,

and I'll see you inside.

We'll finish this off today,

all right?

Hey, Lieu, what couldn't

you tell me on the phone?

Inside.

Perp's name is Oleg Emelyaenko.

Know him?

No.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

I want you to see this.

Is this her place?

No, the apartment belongs

to the suspect... Emelyaenko.

(YELLS)

Come here a second.

Thing is, Cal,

she was killed attempting

to make a phone call.

The card in her hand was yours,

so, I mean, you did know her,

anyway, didn't you?

- Yeah, I knew her, Lieu.

- Right.

Yeah. Looks like

she burnt the toast, right?

So you think this is

real funny, huh, Scanlon?

It's all right.

Listen, he's having

a bad day, huh?

Get your job done, Detective,

all right?

'Cause a whore's a whore.

BROGAN:
Piece of work

you are, huh?

What, do you have no,

like, social skills or what?

SCANLON:
Just focus on

those fingerprints right there.

Look, I need

to get samples of...

OLEG:
It's between you and me.

SERGEI:

Will you help me?

I'd like to, but...

without your daughter

to validate the contents

of this journal,

there's no case.

D.A. won't file charges.

I am not looking for a trial.

There are just some people

the world would be

better off without.

Hey, Dad.

Can I talk to you

about something?

Sure.

What's going on?

There's someone...

I'm embarrassed to tell you,

but I need your advice.

Someone who?

Someone at school.

Someone who goes to your school

or someone you saw at school?

What's the difference?

Honey, I love you,

and I'm here to protect you.

I need to know

if something happened.

I know.

Well, this someone at school,

did he hurt you?

- Did somebody hurt you?

- What?

- Just tell me. Then I can...

- What's wrong with you?

Can't you stop being a cop

for, like, five minutes?

No, I just want to know

what you're talking about.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Your love's a bad machine

Your love's a bad machine

Your love's a bad machine

And, baby, I like it

Your love is killing me

Bourbon, neat.

Your love is killing me

Bring out the beast in me

Baby, I like it

CALLAHAN'S VOICE: if you'd

see the way he was watching 'em,

I knew exactly

what he was thinking.

There are just some people

the world would be

better off without.

Can I get another one?

Start a tab.

Love is a bad machine

And I like it

Your love is killing me

Your love is killing me

Bring out the beast in me.

LANIE:

There's someone...

someone at school.

(SCREAMS)

Hey!

What the f***?

Zhanna Dronov,

you remember her?

Yeah.

Yeah, wha...

Don't f***ing move.

Whoa. Hold on, man.

Hold on a second.

Get on your knees.

So you still don't know,

do you?

Get on your f***ing knees now.

Okay, man. Okay. All right.

I know who you are.

You and me, we're a lot alike.

You're a sick f***.

Let me just show

something to you, okay?

(SCREAMS)

I just want to show you

something, okay?

(SCREAMS)

- Nah, this is over, man.

Trust me. Let me reach

into my pocket,

- and let me ju...

- It's over now.

I'm just going to reach

into my pocket, man.

LANIE:

There's someone...

someone at school.

Just going to reach

in my f***ing pocket, man.

(GROANS)

Don't let... let...

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

(TELEPHONE LINE RINGING)

- Hello.

- Sergei.

Who is this?

Did you know he was a cop?

Who was a cop?

Who the hell is this?

I'm in front

of your f***ing house, man.

Listen, a**hole,

I'm about to call the cops,

so you'd better

get the hell out of here.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Hey, Lieu.

You called for me?

Yeah, I did,

hour and a half ago.

Guess you been occupied.

- So what's going on?

- Captain wants to see you.

Making my life miserable.

The prodigal has returned.

Why don't you grab yourself

a cup of coffee, Lieutenant?

Oh, I think it might be useful if I...

Give me 10 with him alone.

Sit down.

Hey, Captain.

His name was Nicholas Logue,

shot and killed outside

his apartment last night.

CAPTAIN:

Did you know him?

No.

Nah.

Are you sure?

Well, yeah.

How would I know him?

'Cause he was one of ours,

worked out of the 77th.

Mint?

Thanks.

(MINT CRUNCHES)

How you feeling?

I'm all right.

'Cause I was thinking

of having you run

primary on this.

Are you? Why me?

Our boy here

may have been involved

in some embarrassing

extracurricular activities.

And if anyone

understands the concept

of discretion being

the better part of valor,

that would be you,

wouldn't it, Detective?

Okay, Cap.

- Hey, Callahan.

- Yeah?

You might need these.

So you're going to hand off

everything you got to him,

you understand?

- Yeah.

- With no bullshit, right?

Remember to come up on it...

what are you looking at?

What the f*** you laughing at?

All right.

- Listen to me.

- I got it.

I know you got it, but don't f***

around on this. You hear me?

- Hey, Sluggo.

- Yeah.

- I'm not kidding.

- All right.

You know, you look

like sh*t, Callahan.

That's a slain officer

in there, huh?

You might want to think

about cleaning up

before you go inside.

Why don't you just

back off, Scanlon?

I'm in no mood for you

right now.

You really just pulled the rug

right out underneath me

on this one.

What the f*** are you

talking about?

The lieutenant,

he assigns me the case.

I find out this morning

I'm supposed to report to you.

No, it was the captain's call.

F***ing idiot.

Yeah, I can still smell

his balls on your breath.

- What the f***?

- F*** you!

- Piece of sh*t, you...

- Scanlon.

- Get off!

- You going to do this here?

- Back off, both of you.

- We're not done, Callahan.

God damn it. What the hell

is wrong with you?

And look where you are,

for Christ's sake, you morons.

What are you, in third grade?

- Yeah, grow up.

- Talk to him, Lieu.

- Get out of here.

- F***ing idiot.

You got to get

your sh*t in order.

You hear me? You going

to take this thing over,

be prepared for the fact,

you walk in that room,

people are gonna look to you

for answers. You got 'em? Huh?

Yeah.

All right.

We found a 9mm

with the serial numbers

filed off near the body.

Brogan's running it

through ballistics now.

(SIGHS)

Did you know Logue, Lieu?

No, I didn't.

Scanlon talked

to some of the guys

over at the 77th.

They said that he was having

emotional problems.

Ah, yeah, he was drinking too much.

Wife kicked him out,

filed a restraining order.

Familiar stuff.

All right, come on.

- I'm good.

- Go pay respects.

(BAGPIPES PLAYING)

I'm Jake LaRussa.

(SPEAKS SOFTLY)

(SPEAKING SOFTLY)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

WOMAN:
...get going.

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

Mr. Dronov.

- Yes?

- Sergei Dronov?

What do you want?

I'm a detective.

I was wondering if I could have a few

moments to talk about your daughter.

(DOG BARKING)

Around back.

I don't want to upset my wife.

So why are you interested

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