Episode 7, Chpt 4

Elizabeth's apartment

"Al Phillips is Reese's father?" asked Sam, surprised.

"I know. I can't believe he never told me." said Elizabeth.

"Well, it doesn't change anything." Jaimie said, not too happy with this information.

"Unless he really is going to turn state's evidence. Besides, we need that demon he was working for." said Sam.

"I don't care. He killed my mother." Jaimie turned to Elizabeth. "You of all people should know how that feels."

"Yes, I do." Elizabeth answered, and nodded towards Sam. "We both do."

"And so you know we can't protect him." Jaimie was getting louder.

"I know I don't want to, but it might be what we should do."

"Why, because he's your boyfriend's father? The only thing that tells us is that Reese isn't as trustworthy as you thought he was."

"He's not my boyfriend." said Elizabeth defensively.

"Elizabeth." said Sam, trying to intervene a little. "Where are they now?"

"The same hotel, probably waiting on my answer."

"Ok, well we need to find somewhere more secure."

"What! I can't beleive you two are doing this. That man deserves whatever he gets." Jaimie is yelling now.

"Jaimie, calm down." Sam said quietly.

"No! He has nothing to offer that would make me help him, nothing." She marched to the spare room, and slammed the door behind her.

"I should go talk to her." Sam said, looking at Elizabeth. He then thought about it. "Maybe after she cools down."

"Yeah, I'm going to go back. I'll take Reese to see if we can find out who's trying to kill Phillips, and in the meantime you need to find him a safer place than that hotel. He'll have to stay there for a while though."

"Okay. Stay in touch."

"Will do." she said, and walked out.

Hotel Room.

Reese is standing by the window, looking out at the street.

"She's like the rest of them isnt' she? Your girlfriend, she's one of those hunters."

"She's not my girlfriend...but she does help people. She's a good person. So you know about them?"

"Yeah, Harvelle was the first to cross my path, but now I've come across plenty of them. I guarantee they all want me dead."

"She'll come through, trust me."

"I do." said Al, standing up from the chair to walk towards Reese. "You turned out all right Jesse. You've got a lot of courage to go against me. Not many have, and if I'm going to be honest I'll say that I'm proud of you."

They both looked at each other, then heard a knock on the door. Reese went and opened it, letting Elizabeth in.

"So?" Reese asked, not need to say anything else.

"The plan's to keep him alive long enough for him to testify at least." she said, not telling Reese that she planned on questioning Phillips about the demon as well. She turned to Phillips. "So, it might be helpful to know who's trying to kill you."

"Frankie Spitz, or atleast someone he hired." answered Phillips.

"Man, the loyalty you inspire...impressive." Elizabeth said sarcasticly.

"The price you pay for mentoring ambitious people."

"Right. You stay put." she said to Phillips, then turned to Reese. "You and I have someone to visit."

Reese grabbed his jacket, and followed Elizabeth out the door.

Ally, outside of a club.

Elizabeth was leaning back onto the hood of Reese's car waiting for him to get back. Reese finally came back from talking to the guard at the door. He came to the other side of Elizabeth, and leaned back next to her.

"So, he in there?" she asked, referring to Spitz.

"Yep. Now we wait...unless you wanna make a scene inside, but I figured that wasn't a good idea."

"It's fine, I'll wait."

Elizabeth looks at Reese for a second before turning away, obviously wanting to say something but then changing her mind. He of course noticed though.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing...it's just...can't picture you and Phillips being from the same family."

"Yeah well, my mother's black." he said. He sort of knew that wasn't what she meant, but it was an easier answer the talking about his family history. He should have known that wouldn't get her to let it go though.

"Yeah, obviously." she laughed. "What I meant was...well there you are being brought up in 'the family', and somehow you find you're way to being a cop."

"Guess I got seduced by the high pay and community respect." he said, sarcasticly. They both laughed.

"Or maybe dad pissed you off real good?"

"Actually...he let me borrow the car." Reese answered honestly. Elizabeth looked confused. "It was a nice one too. I used to open that thing up on the back roads...it could fly."

"Okay..."

"One night, I got pulled over. The officer ended up making me step out, tested me for alcohol,drugs, the usual routine. He was about to let me get back into the car and give me my ticket...but I guess maybe he noticed something, I dunno. He went around back, and asked me to open the trunk. So I did...and when it opened, there was all this blood inside. It was everywhere, I had no idea what was going on, but all of a sudden the officer had me slammed against the car and was about to read me my rights. He looked at my license again, and then he saw my last name. Phillips. He backed up, and let me go. God the look on his face...he was so damned scared of a 16 year old kid and a name. So I'm left standing there, left staring at the blood trying to figure out where the hell it came from. I always though my Dad wasn't telling me everything, but after that I couldn't fool myself anymore. I went home, and started digging until I figured it all out. I don't know why I became a cop, but maybe part of it was to get justice for whoever was in that trunk."

Elizabeth doesn't say anything when he finishes. They both sit there waiting on Spitz to come out, both seem fine with the silence.

Sam's Motel Room.

Jaimie walked in after Sam as they both got back to the motel. Neither had spoken the whole way over.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam asked, as Jaimie headed for her bed. She said nothing, but turned to look at him.

"Jaimie, I want you to know Phillips will pay for what he did to your mom."

"There's only one way he can do that." she said.

"His death won't bring her back, but if he turns state's evidence, it could put an end to organized crime in Philadelphia...I know that isn't necessarily our problem, but we also would be getting a lead on the demon. That's the bigger issue here Jaimie, that demon is the reason your mom is dead too, it's why she was trying to stop Phillips in the first place. Please don't let vengeance get in the way of finishing the job."

"I'm going to go for a walk, clear my head." she said. Sam let her go, if she needed space he understood that.

Ally.

Spitz finally came out of the club, and was about to light up a cigarette as he walked. All of a sudden Reese and Elizabeth stepped out in front of him. Spitz stopped walking.

"Those things will kill you Frankie."

"Or maybe I will." said Elizabeth.

"Oh, it's you again." Spitz said to Elizabeth. "What is this, some sort of crime fighting date?"

They both glared at him.

"Why don't we talk about the hitman you hired to do your dirty work." said Reese.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Funny, there isn't a doubt in Al's mind that its you who's been trying to kill him."

"Yeah...that explosion knocked something loose in his head."

Reese finally grabbed a hold of Spitz and shoved him against the wall. Elizabeth walked up beside them.

"Frankie, do you think maybe you're too stupid to run a major crime family? I mean, if you're dumb enough to make a deal with a demon for something like this than I can't imagine you being able to run it."

Spitz turned towards Reese.

"Why do you care? You hate your old man. I did you a favor by telling the owner of the restaurant to tip you off about the meeting, thought you'd wanna see daddy bleed."

"The only one who's going to be bleeding is you once everyone realizes you tried to kill the boss." Reese said, keeping his cool.

"Know one is gonna buy that, not coming from you."

"They may not listen to Reese the cop, but they will listen to Phillips' son." Elizabeth said.

Spitz sighed. They did have a point, if anyone in the family found out he was the one putting the hit on Phillips, he was a dead man.

"Call off the hit." demanded Elizabeth.

Hotel

Al was talking to what seemed to be his wife on the phone.

"Yes honey, I'm okay. Jesse came through just like you said he would. I'm fine, don't worry." All of a sudden the door was quickly opened, Phillips turned around fast, but it wasn't who he expected to see.

"What do you want?" Phillips asked Jaimie.

"Take a guess." she said angrily.