Small Town Crime Page #2

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Yeah, ICU, please.

[operator] Please hold.

[Tammy] ICU, this is Tammy.

Hello, this is Mike Kendall.

I brought in a girl

yesterday morning.

Jane Doe, early 20s,

she was banged up

pretty good.

[Tammy] Oh, yeah.

Hi, Mr. Kendall.

I've got some

of her belongings

and I'd like

to drop them by,

personally,

to her.

[Tammy] Sorry,

guess no one told you.

She... last night

she passed away.

[tires screeching]

[car horns honking]

[Tammy] Mr. Kendall,

are you still there?

No, I'm still here.

Sorry to hear that.

[Tammy] Yeah.

Was her body identified?

[Tammy] I'm sorry,

I can't tell you that.

You'd have to contact

the police.

I understand.

- All right.

- [Tammy] All right,

well, you take care.

I will.

Thank you.

[engine idling]

[revving]

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Pretty sure

that's gonna kill it.

Tina, why don't

you have a seat?

I'm working, Mike.

Come on, please?

It's been a sh*t day.

Fine.

Two minutes.

It's good to see you.

Yeah.

Been a while.

You look great.

What are you

doing tonight?

You're looking at it.

You wanna stop by

after work?

Have a sleepover?

Guess it has been a while.

Me and, uh,

Greg.

- Greg?

- Yeah.

Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- [Mike] Since when?

About a month.

I thought we had

something going.

Mike, I haven't seen you

around in six months.

I've been real busy.

Yeah, well, I called,

left messages.

Don't try and tell me you

didn't get them either.

That's why I came by.

That's a bunch of crap.

I wanna make it right.

Have Greg pour us

a couple drinks.

We can talk it over.

[sighs]

What?

Sometimes you're just

such a sh*t heel, you know?

Want me to get you

the check?

Keep it open.

All right.

[phone ringing]

[man] Girl,

where you at?

Kristy?

I'm not sure of your relation,

- but I wanna let you know...

- [man] Who the f*** is this?

Put Kristy on the phone.

I don't think you understand.

Put my b*tch on the phone.

You know something?

I don't like the sh*t

that's pouring

out of your mouth.

Do you know who the f***

you talking to?

I bet you think that

tired ass Motown you're playing

makes you seem old school.

I'm-a give you that,

funny man.

And I'm-a slash

your motherfucking throat.

How you like that?

Yeah, I doubt it.

Don't think

I can't reach out

and touch you,

motherf***er.

Try it.

I got to him,

rattled his cage.

He said her name was Kristy.

Mmm, You got a name.

That's good.

[Kelly] So that's him?

The killer is

on that phone?

I don't think

he knows she's dead.

It's probably a pimp,

could be her boyfriend.

Depends on how screwed up

this girl was.

Wait, you brought

a pimp into our house?

- No babe...

- It's a phone, Kel.

With my babies

in the next room.

[Mike] I didn't invite

the guy to dinner.

[Kelly] You shouldn't

be fiddling around

with some dead girl's phone.

[Mike] This guy is key

to the investigation.

He knows the girl.

He might even know

who she was

with that night.

You need to give it

to the cops.

- Uh-hmm.

- [Mike] Of course

I'm gonna give it

to the police.

Okay, look, Mike.

I think what Kelly

is trying to say

is that you are

no longer a cop.

Don't tell me

what I'm trying to say.

I know I'm not

a damn cop.

Thank you

very much, Ted.

Okay, you know what?

I'm going to bed.

Listen.

I know you're going

through some sh*t right now.

And I love you.

- But it's been 17 months.

- Here we go.

You're 45.

- You don't have a job.

- This has nothing to do with me

- finding a job.

- And no matter what happens,

nobody's gonna hand you

another badge.

So you need to move on,

find something else.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

I know growing up

for you wasn't easy.

You didn't get

to be a kid.

And I sympathize.

- Baby, I really do.

- I'm not 12 years old anymore.

I don't need people

to look after me.

Okay, where is

the endpoint here, Mike?

When are you gonna start

taking responsibility

- for what you're doing?

- [Mike] Is it possible

for one supportive statement

to come out of your mouth?

Not when we've been

paying your mortgage

for the past

two months, no.

- I'm out of here.

- [Kelly] Oh,

but don't forget

your beer.

- Yeah.

- [can hissing]

[Kelly] Oh, that's nice.

- Nice.

- Thanks for the pep talk, sis.

Uh-huh.

[door slams]

- Teddy?

- [Teddy] Yeah?

I need the mop.

All over my damn clean floor.

[upbeat music playing]

Why'd you answer it?

Thought it might

be a family member.

Come on, Mike,

you know better than that.

- I got her first name.

- That's great.

We already have that.

Family came in yesterday.

IDed the body.

What's the family name?

Mike...

I wanna send flowers.

Nevil.

How'd it go with the parents?

- [Scott] They're fine.

- They seem upset?

- [Scott] Sure.

- They have any idea who did it?

Thanks for the phone, Mike.

- I got the coffee.

- Oh,

there's still 15-20

numbers in there.

Plus the bar stamp

on the back of her hand.

- You went through the phone?

- [Mike] We start

with the most recent,

work our way back.

We can find this prick

who called

and twist his arm

up his ass.

Ten to one he knows

who she was

out with that night.

This is a police

investigation.

I doubt we really

have to get physical.

He's probably

all mouth anyhow.

There is no we.

You know that.

Yeah, sure.

Just got

the old juices flowing.

I know you found her.

I know you feel responsible.

But you're not in this.

In any way.

Okay.

- Got it?

- Yeah.

[upbeat music playing]

[pastor] Kristy Nevil

was a child of light,

a wonderful,

charming girl.

And although we haven't had

the pleasure of Kristy

here during

the last few years,

I choose to remember her

as the inquisitive,

God-fearing young lady

I received during

her first communion.

Departures

are always difficult.

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[bell rings]

- How can I help you?

- [Mike] I need about 15...

you know what?

Let's make it

25 business cards.

[door opens]

[Mike]

Hi. Jack Winter.

I called earlier.

That thing leak oil?

[Mike] I'm here because I knew

Kristy several years ago.

She and my younger

brother were friends.

They went

to Mt. Conyer High together.

How old are you?

[Deborah] Winter...

I don't...

I don't remember

your brother.

He's a lot younger.

Their relationship was brief.

She only came around

a few times

before they grew apart,

but I was quite

fond of Kristy.

[man] What was his first name?

Kelly.

Kelly.

[Mike] But everyone

called him Bill.

Billy.

Willy.

I think I remember

something about a Will.

[Mike] Exactly.

He could leave

an impression.

What can we do for you,

Mr. Winter?

I'd like to find out

who killed your daughter.

We've already talked

to the police.

[Mike] I'm not police,

I'm a private investigator.

Police have a tendency

to miss certain details.

Important details.

And those are the types

of details

that I pick up.

We don't wanna hire

a private investigator.

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