Wetlands Page #5

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Get on a plane, take your kid.

And go to Maui.

I don't give a sh*t. If I

see you around Amy again...

I'll f***ing kill you.

[spits]

[Jimmy]

F*** you.

- We all good here?

- No, we're not all good.

You just gave away my money.

You better watch

your family, n*gger.

What did you say to me?

I said you better watch

your f***in' family.

[thunder rumbling]

- [c*cks gun]

- Say it again.

What you say about my family?

F*** you!

[Jimmy]

No, no... No!

[Woman]

Burstin' up above

A silhouette, a dove

All the beauty rising

hiding any traces of...

Streets are flooded from

both bay and oceanside...

...we left behind

Living in a daydream

by design

Ashes in the ground

Daisies grow around

Other things

will fall back

Half a block from where

your dreams were bound...

[Reporter] Atlantic Avenue is

currently under five feet of water...

Living in a daydream

by design

Changing like the seasons

and the fashions

Fragile hearts

of porcelain

All the vintage

photographs and captions

Sprawled across the sun

A covenant of one

Open up, arise

the future's in disguise

In the hobo...

[wind howling]

[murmuring]

[glass shatters]

[murmuring softly]

[coughing]

[sobbing]

[phone ringing]

[ringing]

[sobs]

[line ringing]

[ringing continues]

[phone beeping]

Yeah.

You sound like sh*t.

You survived it.

Yeah.

Bridge was flooded.

There was no way out.

[Sheehan speaking indistinctly]

In the wetlands?

[Sheehan]

Yep.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

[Amy]

Dad.

I need you to listen to me.

I need you to stay put.

I'll be over in an hour.

All right?

Don't go anywhere.

- Amy.

- [Amy] I wish you came last night.

I was scared and alone.

- Look I...

- [phone beeps]

Amy.

[police radio chatter]

[geese honking]

Check this whole area here.

[camera shutter clicking]

[Surfer Girl narrating]

And that's how it ends for me.

One moment I'm out the door with

my daughter headed to Maui,

and the next I'm dead,

floating in the wetlands.

We found the shirt

over there on the jetty.

Come on, the wind

swept it around.

- Yeah, but look at the stain.

- What is it?

It's where she shot herself.

I know it sounds funny, but that's the

last thing you do when you get snuffed.

Tone it down a notch, Doc.

And he may or may not do something

afterwards. I'm not sure yet.

Meaning what?

Meaning f*** her.

See, the pants are ripped.

It gets my mind to thinking.

Am I dismissed?

How the hell does a guy

like that get into med school?

First the storm, now this.

We got lucky with Suzy.

Fifty miles up north,

it's a disaster area.

Yeah, well...

At least we know her name.

Sheehan tells me you have some sort

of a personal connection to her?

She and my wife were close.

I'd like to tell them myself.

All right by me,

but you'd better hurry up,

'cause she's gonna

hear it from the TV.

My old lady's

gonna eat this alive.

And notify the family.

We still need a positive ID.

And, Detective, we were all

on a state of high alert,

and you were nowhere

to be found.

[Officer]

This is bullshit, Captain.

Are these your f***ing

rosaries or not?

Recognize those?

The deceased had them

in her hand.

I had a coffee with her.

I gave them to her.

At the, uh, diner

in Wildwood?

I heard you two were

screaming at each other.

What are you trying to say?

Nothing.

Nothing at all, Detective.

You be strong for her now.

I need to find who did this.

Did she have any drugs

in here?

Had nothing to do

with that sh*t.

Did she stash here?

Any dope, cash?

Anything?

Not that I know of.

I need to know where Jimmy Coconuts

went after he left the motel.

There was a major storm, and I'm not a

psychic, in case you didn't get the memo.

[Babel]

I'm catching heat for this.

I told you it wasn't

gonna end well.

OK? She's straight out of one

of those Greek books, that girl.

You just keep asking,

you hear me?

Loud and clear.

[crew chatting in background]

[muffled audio on playback]

Medical examiner report

came in, no semen.

But he did do something to her.

Bottle, maybe.

[Schmidt]

Jesus Christmas.

Oh, for crying out loud.

I got a dozen emails

from your missus.

Would you tell her we're here

trying to solve a murder

and not make up

her next headline?

[Sheehan] You tell her,

see what she says.

[Schmidt] That woman is obsessed

with making us look incompetent.

[Sheehan]

Yeah, she may be right.

Schmidt. Let's go get him now.

Who?

Get who?

You know goddamn well

who I'm talking about.

Your buddy.

Jimmy Coconuts.

Yeah.

Last time I checked, I was

in charge of this department.

That's the problem.

[Schmidt] Keep your nose

out of my decision making.

Put a warrant on him now.

You need to calm down.

I'm not gonna tell you again.

This is my family

you're messing with.

If I go down,

you're coming down with me.

[knock on door]

Perfect timing.

You wait here a second.

You want to, uh,

give us a little privacy?

Fine. Have it your way.

Babs, these gentlemen are from

the county prosecutor's office.

No sh*t.

We have to look into it,

I'm sure you understand.

[McCulvey]

Dan McCulvey.

Sergeant, it's a formality.

It's a pain in the friggin' neck

but we have to do it.

Sergeant Walker and I will be

conducting the interview together.

[Walker]

Howdy, brother.

[McCulvey] It's a coffee

break, Detective.

Babs...

First thing, call the union

and lawyer the f*** up.

Yeah, so that every cop on the East

Coast thinks I'm a murderer. Nice.

[Sheehan sighs]

Threw him under the bus,

just like that?

I had a hunch,

I had to follow up on it.

Why don't you busy yourself

with your point spreads?

The guy's trying to build

his life back up

and you just bury him

under a truckload of sh*t.

Well, my chair,

my responsibility, Patty.

[Sheehan] Oh, please. For

30 years, you just asked me

to look the other way.

[Schmidt]

You're no saint, Sheehan.

I gamble. Big f***ing deal.

Well, I don't, I can't.

I gotta keep order around here.

Yeah. And you gotta keep those

little brown bags coming your way.

Right? Or am I

missing something, Chief?

You're missing a lot more

than something, Patty.

Uh, Babel, Babs, Bay...

Baa... What do they call you?

Detective Babel Johnson.

It's an interesting name.

A first, I must say.

A broken family,

mother part religious fanatic,

part raging alcoholic.

Father hit the road early,

or the full ghetto experience...

In the army,

two tours in Baghdad...

[echoing] Mild PTSD...

Philadelphia PD.

Narc unit, major busts.

Several convictions.

Great work, Detective.

We salute you.

Now flash forward

to two years ago.

Let's call it the "issue."

Violent behavior.

- Drinking hard.

- [Babel] Yes.

[Walker]

Bullshit. You were using.

[McCulvey] You know a man by the

name of Clarence La Grange?

Every narc knew Big G.

[McCulvey] But you knew

him better than most.

Uggh!

He was my main informant.

Then why the f*** were you sent

to the nuthouse, boy?

I had a drinking problem and I went

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