The Brave One Page #6

- Get out.

- My God!

- Get away!

- No, I won't get away.

Don't touch me. I'm sick!

I can see that.

- We have to get you to a hospital.

- No.

No.

- Why not?

- I can't because...

Oh, God. I can't.

What kind of trouble are you in?

You don't wanna know.

Were you a nurse?

When I had to be.

This is going to leave a scar.

I killed a man tonight.

Because he did this to you?

No.

I would've killed him anyway.

Back home...

...they gave young boys guns.

Made them kill their parents.

Just to show us...

...anyone...

...can cross that line.

Anyone can be a killer.

Each death leaves a hole...

...waiting to be filled.

Did the ME come back

with his liver temperature yet?

Yeah, he's about... Dead about two hours

from when we got there.

- So that puts us at what time?

- About 1:
00, give or take.

Damn.

Okay, I want everyone from the subway

and from that market killing...

...I want them all brought in again.

- We've done all of that.

We need to do it again.

We need to think outside the box.

But he hit him with a crowbar,

hefted him over the rail.

We're talking about a different guy

here, man. Think about it.

Maybe.

What about the iPod?

You said it traced back to a kid.

I thought I told you.

The kid's father is an attorney.

- He wants a subpoena, but I'm on it.

- Get him.

- Whatever you gotta do...

- All right. I'll call right now.

Hey, Erica.

No, I just wanna know how you slept.

Hey, you wanna see what I do?

Well, meet me over at Wynnward Hospital

in Washington Heights.

You'll get an idea.

East 14 and Broadway, East 14 and

Broadway. None confirmed at the time.

Why doesn't he march here?

- March down the street.

- Ethan Grant, my man.

Now sit your hippie ass down.

You smoking pot?

- I need to talk to you.

- My dad said not to get involved.

Oh, yeah? Does your dad know

you smoke grass, huh?

That's a lot more than

a misdemeanor these days.

- Listen, I didn't see anything.

- I think you did.

- Look at me. Hey, you selling this sh*t?

- No.

Well, I believe you.

Maybe a judge won't. Come on, Skippy.

Get your sh*t. Let's go. Come on.

- Hey. Thanks for coming.

- Hey.

Sure.

- Nice jacket.

- Thanks.

So, what time

you got to sleep last night?

I don't know, pretty soon

after we hung up, I guess.

- About 1, 1:
30?

- Yeah. Something like that.

Yeah. I ended up working all night.

You know you're not gonna be able

to reference this on your show?

Sure, if I knew what this was.

We're gonna interview

a witness to a shooting.

- Isn't that against procedure?

- Yeah.

But I've tried to talk to her twice...

...and she seemed real nervous

to talk to me.

I figure maybe if you were there,

she'll talk.

Why me?

Because you got me to talk.

Hi, Chloe.

How are we feeling today?

All right.

I brought a friend.

Hi, Chloe.

Hi.

So you feel like telling me what happened

to you that night now?

That's a pretty necklace.

You should tell them what you saw.

Whatever it was, tell them the truth.

It's okay.

I saw...

I saw nobody.

Come on, Chloe.

Tell me the truth now, all right?

And nobody saw me.

Okay.

Sorry if that upset you.

Well, I'm sorry that

I couldn't be more help back there.

Well, you definitely seemed to help her.

She sure liked your...

...necklace.

It meant a lot to me.

Erica?

- Yeah.

- Why'd you call me last night?

I told you, I couldn't sleep.

And you were in bed?

No. I couldn't sleep.

You wanna tell us again

why you didn't wanna come in?

- For what? To get back my iPod?

- Hey, watch your ass.

I don't know. I had mixed feelings.

I mean, I was kind of glad

those guys got killed.

- You were glad?

- Yeah. I know I shouldn't be, but I was.

- While we're young, give us a statement.

- Look, I didn't see any vigilante.

Those guys smacked me around

and took my iPod.

Then they hassled some black dude

sitting next to his kid...

...so we all got off,

except for some woman at the back.

A woman.

Yeah, just a woman.

She was staying out of it.

Maybe the vigi guy got on

at the next stop.

Can you describe this woman well enough

for an artist to make a sketch?

I can try.

Where are you going

with this woman thing?

I'm not sure yet.

Women kill their kids, their husbands,

boyfriends, sh*t they love.

They don't do this.

- How you doing?

- They don't?

- Good.

- You need some more water?

- Nope.

- Okay.

Just think about the first moment

that you met her. All right?

Where you were, where she was.

Tell me anything that comes to mind.

She had light hair, I think.

And okay lips. And she was skinny.

But she had some ass.

You know, you could tell because...

- But you're not doing the ass, right?

- No.

Okay.

She had good skin.

It was smooth.

And nice breasts.

Yeah. Like, they were little,

like Kate Moss titties.

- But they looked good with...

- Try to focus on the face.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Hey, you know what I do remember?

- What?

She was, like, on lockdown.

I mean, shut off. Kind of scary.

"It's not cream.

It's vanilla."

You left a hole in me.

But I'm done now.

You hear me?

I'm done now.

Great. It's Jennifer Aniston.

I knew he was bullshitting us.

No, not really. This is a phenomenon

that happens quite often.

The mind gets so saturated

with popular images...

...it's often difficult, especially for people

under 20, to recall something unique.

That's Mr. Murrow.

He owns the parking out on

Roosevelt Island. That's not all he does.

What else does he do?

- You really wanna know?

- Yeah.

- Then this is off the record.

- Erica!

Who is it?

It's Detective Mercer.

Could I have a minute with you?

Yeah. Yeah, just a second.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I tried to call, but there was no answer.

The ringer must be off.

- Can I come in?

- Yeah, sure. Come on in.

- It's pretty dark in here.

- I like it like that.

Got something...

Is this yours?

- Where'd you find it?

- Spanish Harlem.

A uniform pinched the suspect's girlfriend

trying to pawn it.

He fit the description that you gave.

Oh, my God.

I need a favor from you.

I'd like for you to come downtown

and ID him in a lineup.

No. I can't.

I understand you're nervous,

but you won't be alone in there.

I promise.

I'll get my stuff.

Thanks.

Okay, let's go.

You're going to view five subjects,

and then I'm gonna ask you three questions:

Do you recognize anyone? Where do you

know them from? And what did they do?

Lights and blinds.

Number one, approach the mirror.

No.

Sit down.

Number two, approach the mirror.

No.

Sit down.

Number three, approach the mirror.

No.

Sit down.

Number four, approach the mirror.

I can see them all. It's none of them.

Sit down. You're sure?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

I really am.

I'm so sorry.

Damn, I thought we had him.

You think she just froze up?

Doesn't really seem like the type,

you know?

I don't know.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

That looked like

it was pretty tough on you.

It was. I was kind of hoping

I was finally done.

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