Prime Suspect

- What do we got? - Dead guy is Simon Kesh.

Self-styled "diamond dealer to the stars."

One shot in the back of the head,

pretty much execution-style.

You got a pedigree on witnesses?

Uh, uniforms did. Got three of them.

Fionna Davey, Ira Scheckler, and Anton Lincoln.

And the thing is, all three of them got

a pretty good look at the guy so... We got lucky.

You know what, no. Eyewitnesses?

Even people who are trained for a living

to notice things are bad eyewitnesses

when something happens that they're not expecting.

It's human nature. That's not true, Jane.

Oh, really? Okay.

We got three perfectly good eyewitnesses...

What are you doing?

What color are my eyes?

Red.

Exactly. I hate eyewitnesses.

So white guy with a scar where?

Um, like here.

And, uh, a knit cap, a black knit cap.

And he had a tattoo on the back of his hand.

His, uh, his right hand.

That the gun was in.

Okay, did you see what the tattoo was of?

Like, um, like a rectangle with stripes.

All right, you mean like the Irish flag, dummy?

'Cause that's what it was.

Hey, I ain't saying nothing else to nobody

till y'all hit me up with some par, okay?

Hey, you know what, Anton?

We don't pay witnesses.

But when you come back to the squad with us

to look at mug shots,

I'll make you a nice bologna sandwich, how's that?

Always looking for something for nothing, huh?

What you talking about, you drunken donkey bitch?

Really?

She means your people are lazy.

- Hey, guys, guys, hey! - What you say?!

Hey, people, come on! Guys, guys, come on!

At least the U.N. Pretends to get along once in a while.

Blando.

Stay there, Ira.

Can I tell them I hate them now?

I'll tell you what, let's go talk to the victim's family...

Oh, that'll be delightful, I'm sure.

Where is it?

He was everything to me.

- Well, we're very sorry... - Sorry.

Mrs. Kesh... Is there anybody you'd like us to call for you?

Relative?

Friend?

Um, why don't you knock on some doors,

try to find a neighbor that will sit with her until we leave.

Okay.

Be good, okay?

Ah...

Sorry. I can't imagine what you must be going through.

There you go.

W-was your husband having problems

with anyone that you know?

Would he tell you that sort of thing, do you think?

Um, there was a man who called the house

he was rude; He used foul language,

and he threatened Simon. What... what did he say?

He said the Simon was dodging him.

Uh, that if Simon didn't call him back, he'd be sorry.

Did he give a name?

No.

But you're gonna look at his customers?

- Absolutely. - You look at them.

I told Simon...

Dealing with those people wasn't safe.

Who would those people be?

Black rappers.

Simon was always bragging 'cause he'd see them

on TV or in the newspaper,

and they'd be wearing the diamonds that he sold them.

Mm-hmm.

But to call a man's home

and threaten his family?

Animals do that.

Animals.

Prime Suspect 1x10 "A Gorgeous Mosaic"

Yesterday, jeweler Simon Kesh was

shot in the back of the head execution-style

in the alley behind his diamond district jewelry store.

Police are now investigating several leads.

Why'd you have to park so close to the wall, Augie?

Look at this. Guy's got a Mercedes.

He's got a Bentley.

Aw... Do you know who we're seeing today?

- A rapper? - Bling B?

A rapper? Janey, this guy's a mogul.

- He's a rapper. - He's an artist; He...

- He's a rapper. - He's a poet.

He's the voice of a gener...

He's a rapper, Augie. Shut it.

Rapper, rapper, rapper, rap.

No love for music.

That him?

Pardon you.

Yo, watch the jacket, vanilla shake.

- Vanilla shake? - Yeah!

You know what? You're not doinguch a good job

of concealing that concealed weapon, son.

You got a carry permit for that?

Yeah, I got a carry...

Try to remember why we're here, Augie.

Boom.

- You do. - Yeah.

Well, lucky for you we're not looking for a 9 millimeter.

Might want to have that thing laminated, by the way.

Wait for me outside.

Hey, you must be Mr. bling.

I'm detective timoney. This is detective blando.

How you doing there, ladies? Sorry.

I pay their way. They tend to jump off too quick.

Yeah, you should try to keep an eye on them.

All right.

So tell us about Simon Kesh.

God rest his soul.

- Really? - Come with me.

We heard you were having a pretty big beef with him.

Is that right? Yeah.

He fed me some bad rocks.

You mean he sold you some fake diamonds?

Ma'am, you speak your English and I'll speak mine.

Soon as he found out he messed up though,

he made good on his mistake.

Then he asked me to keep it low

so it wouldn't make him look bad.

And I did.

So, when did you call the house and threaten his wife?

Before or after that?

Before.

That's why I was calling.

Look, I was mad. I'm not gonna lie.

But, Kesh got back with me right away, and we fixed things up.

We were good.

You mind? Sorry.

His wife say I threatened her?

- Yep. - Yes.

You know that woman asked me what my African name was?

It's like medieval times up in their house.

So you're saying you had nothing to do

with Kesh getting killed?

Like I said, detectives, Kesh and me were all right.

Plus if I wanted to have him killed,

I would have got the bloods...

Not some punk-ass white dude.

How'd you know the killer was white?

Just like you know.

Streets talk. I listen.

I also heard he was a Mick.

All three witnesses pick out Mickey Prendergast.

Mickey Prendergast is an executioner for the NCN.

New Celtic nation; Small bunch of Irish goons

who've done some work for the gambinos, but we know him.

Yeah.

When the westies went down,

these ass hats sprang up in their place.

Not as bad, thank God, but plenty bad enough.

These guys are trained butchers?

Or is that the westies?

They used to work in the kitchens in Attica.

And learned to take apart bodies?

Yeah, something about Irish gangsters and dismembering.

If I had a nickel for every time those two things

were connected, I sure as hell wouldn't be here.

Where... where do we find Mickey Prendergast?

Blackjack Mullin.

What'd you do? Break out?

Would you ever believe state says I'm reformed?

Let's come back to that, shall we?

Where's Mickey Prendergast?

Mickey Prendergast ain't with us no more, all right?

He went off threservation.

But I'm not deaf.

I heard he killed that hat.

The diamond store Jew.

So you're an informant now?

Cooperating with law enforcement

is a condition of my parole.

You want me to stop doing that? That ain't right.

Mickey's probably holed up with his woman.

Like the big girl's blouse, he is.

If you're gonna try and take him, you better go in hot.

Lad's never been right in the head.

Sheer lunatic, these days.

Don't want you taking risks on my account.

Your father.

Oh, he'd never forgive me.

So this Blackjack guy...

What's the problem?

I don't have a problem, all right?

I had one.