Mystic River Page #3

Have a nice day.

No, it was Diane Cestra

who slept over. No Katie.

Eve said she dropped her off at around

Don't worry, I'll track her down.

She seeing anybody maybe?

- 19-year-old girls, who can keep a tally?

That's the cold truth, bud.

- I'll talk to you later.

I'll take hookers over old ladies any day.

Mind if I go grab a smoke?

- You can smoke the whole pack.

Can I help you, Brendan?

No, Mr. Markum, I'm looking

for some of that tea that my ma likes.

That's Barry's. Next aisle.

- Thanks.

When's Sal getting here?

- Anytime now.

That it, Bren?

- A Globe.

I thought Katie worked on Sundays.

Are you sweet

on my man's daughter, Bren?

No, I just see her here sometimes.

Her little sister's making

her First Communion today.

Thanks. Come on, Ray.

Can I ask you something, Jimmy?

Shoot.

Why do you hate that kid so bad?

It's not hate. Doesn't that little

mute f***er spook you out sometimes?

No, not Silent Ray, Brendan.

He's nice. Does sign language with

his brother even though he doesn't have to.

He doesn't want him to feel alone.

But you look at Brendan

like you're two steps away...

...from slicing off his nose

and feeding it to him.

No. Really?

- Straight up.

Here's Sal. About f***ing time.

Hey, there, bad boy.

- Sarge.

This should be the city's,

but the park's state jurisdiction.

So if the body's in there,

the case is ours.

How much evidence do you

think they've destroyed?

Let's go find out.

Parker Hill vic walks

into the ER on his own,

steak knife sticking out of his collarbone.

He asks the nurse,

'Hey, where they keep the Coke machine?'

Did she tell him?

- Tom, what do we got on the car so far?

We found the registration in the glove box.

Owner is Katherine Markum.

Oh, sh*t.

- You know her?

Maybe. Might be the daughter

of a guy I know.

We found a wallet and a license

in a backpack. She's 19.

Oh, f***, that's her.

- Is it a problem? You close with the guy?

When we were kids. Now it's just

a 'hello' around the neighborhood.

Nineteen.

F***, man.

He's in for a world of hurt.

Do not make her laugh.

Door was ajar when we found it,

headlights on.

Blood on the driver's door, speaker,

more blood on top of the steering wheel...

...around this bullet hole. Punched through

the driver's seatback, shoulder level.

Okay, perp stood outside the car...

...girl slams him with the door,

perp gets a round off...

...hits her in the shoulder, maybe the bicep.

She runs for it

through the trampled weeds...

What do you think?

- Yeah, I dig that.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

- Amen.

My God, Jimmy, our baby.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

So I'm thinking she hid

out here for a little bit.

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