The Brave One Page #7

Yeah, well, I'm off now.

Let's go get some food.

- No, I'm not hungry. That's okay.

- No, you need to eat.

I can barely remember his hands.

Perhaps you need to forget.

I can't.

I miss who I was with him.

You know that feeling?

You know...

...this is Mughal. It was a gift

from David's grandmother.

Speaking of gifts...

You know, someone gave me

a gift the other night.

Yeah?

You recall that guy we saw on TV

at the coffee shop?

The one I've been trying to put away

for three years.

Apparently somebody else

must've had something against him...

...because we're not talking

about a 9 mm here.

It got real personal.

Yeah, I read about it.

We got some more information

on that subway shooting.

Turns out there was a woman on the car.

Now, all this time, we've been looking

for a man with a gun.

It was a woman with a grudge.

Well, I guess there's a lot of us

out there.

You know, Erica, when I was a rookie...

...I used to give myself this test.

I would ask myself, if there was someone

that I knew that had committed a crime...

...would I have the fortitude

to put them away?

What kind of someone?

Someone close to me.

Like the best friend I could ever...

I could ever hope to have.

And...?

I always hoped that I would have

the courage and the dedication to say yes.

And do you?

I do.

And it's important that you know that.

I know that.

It's what I admire about you.

One more piece of evidence,

and she goes down.

And I'm sure you'll find it.

You're a good detective.

You miss nothing.

I have to go.

- I got it.

- Okay.

Hang on.

Hey.

- I wonder what David would think of...

- Think of what?

This woman with a grudge.

I don't know.

The dead don't talk.

At least not to me.

All right, thanks.

Hey, can I get Joey Mortell?

Crackheads.

I got you stuck in traffic,

88th and 3rd Avenue.

Pull over at the corner, Roma's Pizza.

Get yourself a slice.

- No, I'm not gonna be here that long.

- You are gonna be there that long...

...because I got traffic backed up on 3rd

all the way to 96th Street.

- Make yourself comfortable.

- Well, I need you to do me a favor, okay?

Can you run a trace on a call?

And I don't have a subpoena.

But you'll get one, right?

Yeah, if I have to.

All right.

Give me the date and the time.

Two days ago, July 20th...

...between 12 and 1:30 a.m.

All right. Okay, I need the number.

Hold on.

- It's 917...

- Yeah.

- ... 157- 1431.

- All right, give me the name.

Look, it's private, like I said.

Okay, it's that kind of private. I see.

All right. Okay, yeah, I got you covered.

- Okay, just call me, all right?

- You got it.

You seen this ring before?

It looks familiar.

I got a name. Shauna Nelson.

An address, a cell phone.

What'd she look like?

She had two eyes, a mouth and a nose,

right in the middle of her face.

Please get the f*** out of here.

Yeah.

Shut up. Shut up. That is...

It's true.

Hello?

Hello?

- Do you know this number?

- No.

Are you sure? 917.

Hey, you guys, are 917... F*** you guys.

I'll see you later, okay?

- Bye.

- Later.

Hey!

- Are you Shauna?

- Did you just call me?

Yeah, l... I got your number from

the pawn shop. You had my ring.

Yeah. Motherf***er fucks some slut...

...gives me the ring

as a f***ing make-up gift.

- Turns out he stole the sh*t.

- I wanna know where he is.

Can you tell me where he is?

- l...

- No. No.

- I need an address. Phone number, anything.

- No.

- Tell me where he is!

- No!

I saw what they did to you.

That sh*t can't happen to me.

The call lasted

three minutes and 46 seconds.

From 12:
26 to 12:30...

...from 917-157-1431 to your cell phone.

Vicinity of Roosevelt Island.

Did she tell you she was someplace else?

- Yes, she did.

- I'm sorry, man.

But f*** her, right?

- F*** her.

- Yup.

F*** her.

Hey, do me a favor.

Keep this to yourself until...

...I can get that subpoena.

- Didn't even go on the hard drive.

Action!

Think you're f***ing with me?!

Popped your motherfucking cherry!

Over there. Let's even sh*t out.

Heads up!

Hollywood!

How cute. Lovebirds.

Action!

Think you're f***ing with me?!

- You guys wanna make money or not?

- Hell, yeah.

You know what to do. Stand on that corner

and keep an eye out.

Show me you can do this.

Show me you're ready.

Stand next to the four guys,

keep your mouth shut and your eyes open.

Cops come, what do you do?

- Run!

- Run, right?

Good. Listen, motherfuckers,

stand on that sidewalk, keep an eye open.

- How hard can that sh*t be? Right?

- Yeah.

Good. So get going. Get on

that f***ing sidewalk. Come on.

You want something?

I want my dog back.

The f***?

Hi. Hi, boy. It's me.

Hey. Hey, buddy. Hey.

Do you remember me? Huh, boy?

Come on, man.

Go, go!

No, you got me f***ing waiting,

and I need an address!

For Reed Bryant. He came in yesterday.

Get away, b*tch!

Who's the b*tch now?

- 90 Clayton Avenue.

- Thank you.

Get the f*** out of the road!

- Hey, puppy.

- Don't you know there's a leash law?

For a b*tch like you!

It's just you and me

and the f***ing dog again, b*tch!

I made your boyfriend smile.

I'm gonna make you smile too, b*tch!

- You think you can come after me, huh?

- Get on the ground!

Get on the f***ing ground! Police!

On the ground! Lay flat on the ground!

- Drop the gun, Erica!

- Stay out of this!

- No.

- This is between him and me!

- You do not have the right.

- Yes, I do!

No. I have the right

to hunt him down and to shoot him.

Then shoot him, then!

I don't do that sh*t, I investigate it.

Now give me the gun.

- And what are you gonna do, Mercer?

- Come on.

- You gonna arrest him?

- Give me the gun.

- Arrest me, officer!

- Shut up!

- Give me the gun!

- Come on, cuff me!

- Shut up!

- Give me the gun, I said.

Come on. Good girl.

That's it. Good girl.

No.

Now, if you're gonna use a gun,

you make sure it's legal.

What the f*** are you doing, man?

- Ain't nobody talking to you.

- Come on...

- I saw that sh*t you did!

- You're a f***ing cop!

- Not tonight.

- Come on!

- Put me in cuffs! Get me out of here!

- Shut the f*** up!

You can take me now.

Problem is, if you go down,

I go down.

No. I can't let you do that for me.

So you've got one person left to shoot.

What?

You see, there was never any vigilante.

It was just three punks

out on a killing spree.

They got a taste for it up in Central Park.

And they bought themselves a gun.

And they turned on each other,

the way they do.

And somehow...

...I got winged and...

...I did what I had to do.

Right here.

- I can't.

- You only shoot bad guys?

I've joined that club. Now you nick me,

graze me, but you wound me.

From about 3 feet.

- My hands are shaking.

- You just make sure you miss my heart.

Damn! Motherfuck, that sh*t hurts!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Now you get out of here

before I lose my temper.

Baby, look at you.

She left you too, huh?

That's okay. I got you now.

You're gonna be fine. Come here.

Come here. Wait, wait, wait!

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