The Brave One Page #2

- Where?

- Bedroom.

Daughter called 911.

Thanks. I wanna see her.

- So he's laughing again.

- Yeah.

Listen, the kid's in a waiting room

with ACS. I'll meet you over there.

We need your signature right here.

Where is she?

- Can I talk to her?

- You can try.

Hey, sweetie.

Can I have a word with you?

We're just gonna be right here.

All right.

You like lollipops?

Pick one.

That was the one I was gonna pick.

You know, sweetie...

...something you should know. Your

mommy, she was really worried about you.

And if she could, she would tell you

that you can trust me.

Did your stepfather hurt your mommy?

Sean? Sean!

Okay. Okay, step back!

- I want my daughter!

- Get back!

All right! All right.

You don't have the right.

- I do...

- At a time like this, I need to see her.

No, you don't. I do have the right.

- She is my daughter.

- No, she is your stepdaughter.

And you know

how this whole thing works.

You done been through this a thousand

times. You hire your lawyers...

...and you do your thing.

But right now, we're gonna do ours.

- I'm gonna take a walk. You deal with him.

- Yeah, I got it.

That was Dr. Sterling. Okay, bye-bye.

It's a hell of a thing.

- Yup.

- I heard her show once.

Erica?

Erica, can you hear me?

Erica?

You had the service?

They didn't know when

you were going to wake up...

...if you were going to wake up.

You were gone for three weeks.

We had to let him go. We had to.

I wanna see him again.

- He's gone.

- I wanna see him again!

He's gone, honey.

He would have been happy

that you lived.

Nurse Bench, you have a call on one-four.

Nurse Bench.

I don't know. All the faces

are starting to blur together. l...

I just can't tell anymore, you know?

You gotta help us here. We need

something from you, anything.

Let's start over again.

He hit your boyfriend with the pipe.

Once, twice, three times?

We know how tough it can be...

...to go back there...

- Do you, huh?

Look, Miss Bain, we're on your side.

Yeah.

I know that.

You're the good guys.

So how come it doesn't feel like that?

Please leave a message for David and Erica

after the beep.

Hey, it's me. Call me at the gallery.

I'll take you out. Go to dinner, a movie.

Let's go for a walk. Anything, okay?

Ma'am, can I help you?

Detective O'Connor and Detective Pitney,

please.

Pitney and O'Connor are out.

Can anyone else help you?

Well...

...you know,

I wanted to check on my case.

I've been calling and

we've been playing phone tag...

...and I thought that if I came down...

- Okay.

What kind of case did you have?

My boyfriend was beaten to death.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you have a complaint report number?

- No, I don't know it.

- And what was his name?

David Kirmani.

K-l-R-M-A-N-I.

It might be under Erica Bain.

About how long ago did it happen?

June 11 th.

Okay. I realize how difficult

this can be...

...but if you'd please be patient

and have a seat over there...

...an officer will be down shortly

to help you.

Okay.

I realize how difficult it can be...

...but if you'd please be patient

and have a seat over there...

...an officer will be down shortly

to help you.

- Wanna get something to eat?

- What's up, guys?

- Hey.

- You saw the game last night?

Man.

Could I help you?

Yeah. I wanna buy a gun.

License?

Oh, yeah, of course.

I need a license, yeah.

Once you get one, fill out this form,

and we'll notify you in 30 days.

I need to get something now.

Sorry. That's illegal.

Hey!

I won't survive 30 days.

Hey.

- What happened to you?

- Me? Nothing.

A thousand dollars.

A thousand dollars?

Okay, but I need to learn how to use it.

No sh*t. Follow me.

Wait right here.

In here.

It's a Kahr K9.

Check to see if it's loaded.

How do I do that?

The chamber. Pull the slide back.

It's got internal safety so you don't

shoot yourself. Loads from the handle.

All right.

You pay me now, it's yours.

I'll throw in the bullets.

Yeah, I'll take it.

Got it, got it, got it.

You shouldn't smoke. It'll kill you.

I don't care.

There's plenty of ways to die.

But you have to figure out a way to live.

Now, that's hard.

Look at you, all sophisticated.

- You shouldn't be working this late.

- I had a client dinner.

Hey, can I get a dirty martini

for the lady?

You said this was business, Sean.

It is.

Eighty-six that.

Okay, l...

I need a favor from you.

You...

- You heard about that Murrow thing, right?

- His wife killed herself.

Oh, come on. Women don't

shoot themselves in the face.

At least in my experience.

Where do they shoot themselves,

in your experience?

The heart.

Jackie, I been...

...chasing after this a**hole

for three straight years.

And right when his wife was ready

to turn state's evidence on him...

...instead of blowing the lid off of him,

she blows off her own head.

- Come on.

- You don't let go, do you?

So what can I do?

Well, she has a daughter.

Had a daughter.

And...

...her daughter knows something.

But now he's asked for custody of her

and then he's gonna get it.

- Is he the father?

- No, no. He's her stepfather.

- And you want her made a ward of court.

- Yes.

She knows something

and she's not safe with him.

Look, all I'm asking you to do

is just act on her behalf.

Please.

Sean, I'm your ex-wife.

Conflict of interest.

And besides, I don't do pro bono.

You used to.

Yeah, well, I grew up.

When did you get out?!

- You won't let me see my kids?

- You can't be here! Court order!

- I'm calling 911!

- lf I can't see them, you won't see them!

Try seeing them now.

It's my money too.

I can hear you breathing.

No.

- Squad central.

- Notify upon arrival.

- Damn.

- We're a 10-84 at 110 and Lenox.

10-4. Eighty-five to patrol supervisor

on the scene.

- 10-4.

- Looks like the circus made it to town.

Any IDs?

Victim's a 30-year-old Vietnamese female.

Ida Combs.

- Where's the other body?

- This way.

Got a 39-year-old, Sandy Combs.

White male.

Looks like he was a roadie for Aerosmith.

I don't think those guys have a dental plan.

Guy had a rap sheet longer than my dick.

So in other words, no priors.

Easy.

So we got us a Sandy Combs and

an Ida Combs. What does that tell us?

They're married.

I'm way ahead of you, pal.

- Yeah, that's one way of ending it.

- You know, what's wrong with divorce?

Everything.

Divorce sucks.

Okay, so tell me.

Well, she took three in the torso

with a.38.

Then somebody smoked him with a 9 mm

automatic. Don't ask me who, though.

And we found these casings.

Three casings. Looks like there's

a partial print on one, but it's smudged.

Anybody check surveillance?

That monitor's working,

but the machine's empty.

Machine's working.

- But where's the tape?

- Don't know.

And why didn't he take the money?

They chickened out, got scared?

We got three casings, only one hit.

How about that?

Maybe he's farsighted, crappy shooter.

Who knows?

Or he never fired a gun before.

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