Max Payne

I don't believe in heaven.

I believe in pain.

I believe in fear.

I believe in death.

There's an army of bodies under this river...

criminals, people who ran out of time, out of friends.

Next time they drag this river, they'll find me on the bottom with the rest of them.

There won't be anyone left to say I was different.

I could feel the dead down in there...

just below my feet...

reaching up to welcome me as one of their own.

It was an easy mistake to make.

All the cold investigations in the city are collected up...

and delivered over here to us.

We call each of the witnesses to see if they have anything to add to their original statements.

And if they can?

We send the file to the original precinct for follow-up.

Don't get your hopes up though.

This is the Cold Case office.

Once you've been through the file and come up empty, you bring it here.

Max here handles all our files.

It hits his desk, the case is officially dead.

So what if there's no phone number for a witness?

- Should I follow-up in person? - No, no. We don't do that kind of stuff down here.

I don't understand. Then how...

How am I supposed to solve the unsolvable murder mystery and redeem yourself?

- Man, Internal Affairs- - Look, look, stop. All right, trust me.

There's a tragic story behind why I'm standin' here givin' you this tour.

We all did something, so just save it.

What do you say we grab a beer after work or something?

- So what's his story? - There is none.

- But back there you said- - Listen.

His wife and kid were murdered. They never found the guy.

That's his story.

Remember when you were a kid and you'd hold your breath when you went past a graveyard?

Just leave that man alone.

Yo, homey, that's a really nice watch.

Kinda reminds me of one I lost.

Oh, you didn't lose it. You pawned it up on 128th a few hours ago.

Ask Doug. He was there with you.

Are you followin' us, asshole?

No.

I'm only following you.

Hell, no. What, you a cop or somethin'?

Not tonight.

That's too bad. Now go get my watch.

Come on, Dougie. Come get his watch.

I guess this ain't your lucky day, now, is it?

No! No! No!

Watch over me. Watch over me.

Watch over me. Watch over me.

- Watch over me. Watch over me. - Open your eyes. Now!

- Oh, Jesus. - Have you ever seen this woman?

- No. - You got busted robbing a house in New Jersey...

with William Preston six months ago.

- Bill's dead. - Why the hell do you think I'm talkin' to you?

Did you ever hear anyone say anything about this woman?

Bill died...

Bill died 'cause their wings couldn't lift him up.

No, he got shot robbing a liquor store. What are you talking about?

Their wings are gold, Max. They just look black. Feathers...

Get up!

- All right. All right. - Hey, buddy.

Man, I told you not to come here.

William Preston was a dead end.

I am done helping you, Max.

I paid my debt to society, you know?

I... I've cooperated enough, man.

Okay?

What's goin' on in there?

What? It's a dinner party. Okay?

I'm a little offended I didn't get my invitation.

I didn't send out invita- Look, I told you. Go find Bill's partner.

I did. Dougie only wanted to talk about birds or something.

He was a whack job. Now I need a new name.

- Well, I'm outta ideas then! - Hey, baby.

- Okay. What-Not now, bitch! - Asshole!

Look, okay? I told you. I don't know those kinds of people now.

I've moved up in the world, Max.

- Yeah, I can see that. - Yeah. Th-Th-This is a dinner party.

All right? These are my friends. Do you remember friends?

Listen. If you don't give me a new name...

I'm gonna start frisking every one of your friends.

Three years on the street is a lifetime, man.

Whoever you're lookin' for, there's no way they are still out there.

You're chasing ghosts, Max. God!

You try sleeping once in a while, you could see that for yourself.

I thought I knew all of Trevor's friends.

Max, Natasha. Natasha, Max.

Jesus Christ!

- Got a light? - I don't smoke.

- That's interesting. - What?

Your tattoo. That's interesting.

Oh, thank you.

I don't know him. Okay?

- Shit. - What?

Stay back! What are you doing here?

- You can't keep following me around. - Come with me.

- Hey! - Mind your own business.

You have no right to be here!

Yeah?

I'm clean. I'm not doing anything wrong.

- Da? - Da.

Hey! Why don't you relax?

It's a party. Have a drink.

Just stop it. These are new friends.

I don't see the others anymore!

He's a cop.

How much trouble can I get in?

My sister. Sort of a bitch.

- Hey, Max! Max. - What are you doing?

You have to go. Okay? Now.

I need to ask her something first.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

There you are.

Where'd you go?

Take me somewhere. I'll tell you.

See you around, Lupino.

Hey.

Easy.

You just move in?

So we're somewhere.

What was goin' on in that room back there?

Hey!

Who was the guy with the tattoos on his face?

Fine. What was her name?

What are you talkin' about? Who?

The girl from the boring story you want to tell me...

the one that ends with you living here.

Very sad.

I'll tell you what. Call me by her name.

Like this you can make love to her just like she never left you.

Oh, Max. I miss you.

Get out.

- Excuse me? - I said, get out now.

You're kicking me out of your bed?

Yeah. Get your shit and get out.

This is Owen. Leave a message.

Owen, it's Natasha.

Where's Lupino? I need some more stuff.

Yeah. Call me. Okay?

No!

No, not yet! Not yet! Not yet!

- What? - Look. Jump in, will you?

- Where are we going? - I need you to look at something.

What about cameras? Security cameras anywhere?

There's got to be somebody who saw something.

Time of death is?

We got body parts.

- They're already canvassing. - What happened to them?

Her. Just one.

I don't believe it.

What, are you two back together? Did you kiss and make up?

Where are we on the weapon?

We're nowhere yet. I mean, looks like a blade...

but too much blood for that to be right.

Hey, O'Brien! Just a sec. Hey, listen.

- Why are you showing me this? - We found this here.

Did you know her, Max?

It's Natasha.

Let's take a ride.

Folks, we need you to move back, please.

- What are we doing here? - We're getting a beer, right?

You'd rather do this in the street?

Fine. You were with the victim last night. Your wallet was found in the alley.

If you don't wanna talk to me, they're gonna send somebody who doesn't know you...

and won't care about your side of the story.

- I didn't kill her. I don't need a side. - What's goin' on, Max?

What are you mixed up in, man? You can talk to me.

You know what they think about you at the force already, right?

You should hear all the questions I get about my old partner.

- Well, good thing you got my back then? - What's that supposed to mean?

It means that with your follow-through on unsolved murders...

I don't have much hope for that girl in the alley.

Is that what you think?

That I didn't work Michelle's case?

I did everything.

- Everything! - He's still out there somewhere.

One of them is still out there. That's everything.

All right?

We're done here.

Come on! Max!

Very good.

Pleasure doing business with you.

- Detective Max Payne- - Is not available.

- Shit! - Please leave a message.

Max, it's me, Alex.

Ms. Sax?

I'm sorry for your loss.

And we pulled her cell phone log.

Last call was to an... Owen Green.

Called him twice.

Max, it's me, Alex.

You're not gonna believe this, but I think there's a connection...

between that girl in the alley and Michelle's murder.

I'm heading over to your apartment right now.

Alex, are you in here?

Alex?

Alex?

Alex?