Welcome to the
neighborhood.
Thanks.
Which house is yours?
Oh, I don't live here.
Roy W. Dunn, your Sampson Brush
and Housewares representative.
Noticed you've made
some improvements.
I sure did--
new carpeting.
Well, Sampson's
patented spot removers
and brushes keep that carpet
looking aces.
You'll have to
try back later.
Wife's at the butcher
picking up theunday roast.
Well, then, please give her
this complimentary Tidy Brush.
-year warranty.
Thanks. Mrs. needs all
the help she can get
when it comes to
the housework.
* Please put down your hands *
* 'Cause I see you *
* I find it hard
to belie you don't know *
* The beauty you are,
but if you don't *
* Let me be your eyes,
a hand in your darkness *
* So you won't be afraid *
* When you think
the night has seen your mind *
* That inside
you're twisted and unkind *
* Let me stand to show *
Roy!
* That you are blind *
Be right over, Joannie.
* Please put down
your hands... *
I've been waiting
all morning.
Where have been?
Had something to take care of.
Hmm. What, pray tell?
Did you hear
about Candy Toliver?
Oh, just can't believe it.
I guess you never do know.
No, you don't.
That Wilson girl from down
the street got arrested
for singing folk songs
at an antiwar rally.
Strange times, to be sure.
Let me check my book.
Can't be the silver polish.
You took delivery
of that last week.
Spray starch?
You do know exactly
what I need, Roy.
It's my job to know.
* That inside
you're twisted and unkind... *
Local developer drained the pond
to make way for more houses.
Found a body on the bottom.
Tech estimates male,
mid- s.
Oh. How long has
he been down here?
Oh, that's a question
for the bone squad.
This place was a park,right?
Surrounding streets
all had access.
Weights.
Somebody wanted the body
to stay down.
Can I borrow your coffee?
Got an inscription.
"Roy
"W. Dunn.
"Sampson Brush Salesman
of the Year, ."
Door-to-door salesman?
Sampson was a competitor to the Fuller
Brush company.
Sold a lot more than brushes.
Well, somebody didn't like
what Roy was selling.
Or he knocked on the wrong door.
Cold Case
Season - Episode
"The Brush Man"
Little privacy?
Is something wrong
with your dugout?
Flooded.
Now if you
don't mind,
I got to tidy up and tuck in?
Roy W. Dunn.
years old.
Sampson Brush Company regional
manager filed a theft report on June
alleging Roy checked out company property
on June ,
then took off with money collected
from customers.
Along with $ worth
of Sampson products.
Well, guess we can close
the books on that one.
Search of Roy's tenement room
back in ' yielded nada.
Guy lived out of a suitcase.
It doesn't sound like
Sampson's Salesman of the Year.
Don't see many door-to-door salesmen anymore.
Ah, different times.
Used to be you could get
anything from fresh chickens,
bibles to Grit magazine
delivered right to your door.
Yeah, now I got some guy from a phone bank
calling me during the game.
Lot of these guys just blew
into a town looking
before moving on
to the next one.
Well, maybe Roy
tried to run off
Husband got wind of it,
put a stop to it.
Well, that or he got mixed up
in some scam.
Run his name
through the NCIC
Hey!
Missed a spot.
You get anything back
from the lab, Nick?
Uh, barbells found with the body
were sold in hundreds of places.
What about the plastic?
Nothing special.
But forensics, uh, found, uh,
deep abrasions on his ribcage.
Could have been stabbed.
Or eaten by snapping turtles.
I just got off the horn
with Sampson Brush.
They're faxing over
Roy's route
and his customer list.
Start a canvas.
Might be some folks on the block
still remember Roy.
Better yet.
I got the name of the salesman
who took over
Roy's route.
Harry Hapgood.
Uh, he's still out there
pounding the pavement.
Uh, didn't figure you
for tighty-whiteys.
Rush.
Yeah, she got
quite an eyeful.
Oh, for the record,
they're boxer briefs.
Right. And the
grooming at work?
I'm in a transitional state.
What's that mean?
Means I got a
crick in my neck
from sleeping on
Wakingp smelelng
like nervous perp.
You let Toni move
in, didn't you?
Yup.
And now you're out?
Yup.
Roy W. Dunn.
That's going way back.
When was the last time
you saw him?
Would have been
a Wednesday.
We met every Wednesday
for breakfast.
Right here, as
a matter of fact.
One day he didn't show.
Summer of ' ?
Second week of June.
I remember 'cause
that week the company called me
to sort out his route.
You got a real good memory,
Harry.
You betcha.
Not for nothing I've been
selling Sampson for years.
Keep the orders up here.
What kind of salesman was Roy?
Roy had every housewife
on his route pecking out
of his hand.
Tall, dark and a double sh*t
of mysterious.
Mysterious how?
He never talked
about his past,
and he wasn't
from around here.
I saw his apartment once,
and he slept on the floor.
No mattress,
no pillow.
Nothing but floorboards.
Bit of an odd duck, then.
he looked like Paul Newman,
and he wasn't married.
I tell you, there were a lot
of steamed housewives
when I took over the route
for him.
He selling something
other than brushes?
Come again?
Was Roy having an affair
with any of
these housewives?
Not that I saw.
Roy was all business.
And that route of his was
what we call low-hanging fruit.
Same route you took over
when he disappeared,
right, Harry?
Stop right there, Detective.
I had no beef with Roy.
He trained me.
He taught me
how to get to yes.
I'm concerned about
your drapes, Joannie.
What's wrong with them?
Let's have a look.
* You keep saying
you've got something for me... *
Maybe your friend
would like to join us?
Oh. I should get back.
Oh, come on, Diane.
Roy won't bite.
I'd really like you
to see this, Diane.
* And now someone else
is getting all your best... *
You see this dust
and dirt right here?
Only way
to get rid of it is
take down the drapes,
launder them
and hope you don't ruin them.
Who has the time?
Exactly why Sampson
created this innovative
drape and upholstery brush.
Dirt just lifts out.
I want one.
Harry, write Joannie's order up
and throw in a free sample
of our new skin care line.
Can I put you down
for one, Diane?
Diane's husband's
a tightwad.
He's got her
on a budget.
Joannie.
I've got
Wednesday afternn opop.
I can come by.
I should, uh, probably check
with my husband.
I want you
to have this.
Oh, I can't.
And I insist.
* These boots are made
for walking... *
Let me know
when you want some
of our Crystal View
Keep that window I see you
looking out of every day
gin-clear.
* These boots are gonna walk
all over you... *
I'll bet old Roy put that dust
on those drapes
while no one was looking.
Joannie Pogue married?
At the time, but her husband
was always away on business.
She always putting it out there
like that?
Just for old Roy.
She around?
Harmondale Lane.
Would you like one
of my lemon bars, Detective?
Sinfully good.
Uh, no, I'm-I'm good.
We're here about Roy Dunn.
Word travels fast.
Heard Roy was quite popular
with the local housewives.
Well, he was attentive
and polite, handy,
and he knew exactly
what you wanted.
What did you want, Joannie?
Detective,
are you asking me
if I was having an affair
with Roy?
Were you?
It was a purely
professional flirtation.
I liked having Roy over,
and he liked selling me
his products.
Uh, swinging ' s,
and Roy wouldn't swing?
Oh, not around here it wasn't.
We kept up appearances.
You remember last time you saw him?
Easy.
I went out in the front yard
to get a little color.
* I told you
that I'm Lightning's girl *
* But you keep
hangin' round... *
Hey there, buddy.
Show you how
to throw a slider.
* If Lightning ever
catches you *
* He's got to put you down *
* About six feet *
* Stay away
from Lightning's girl... *
Roy.
Yes, Joannie.
What do you think?
Natalie Wood has one
just like it.
* Or he'll put you down *
Oops.
* Better stop
your groovin' round *
Sorry about that.
Just toss it back.
Hey, in there.
Need the ball back.
Good luck.
Abnormal Norm just added it
to his collection.
That's not right.
Take a look, Roy.
The whole family's
not right.
You don't want to go
in there. Trust me.
Just leave it.
Well, I'm going in.
If I don't come back
call the National Guard.
* Stay away
from Lightning's girl *
* And this part of town... *
Hold it right there, mister.
I'd like the
ball back.
I'd like you to get
What about
this, uh,
Abnormal Norm?
Went to Vietnam,
stepped on a land mine,
scarred his face horribly.
Was never right
after that.
The city's been trying
to condemn the house for years.
Did he have a problem with Roy?
Hard to tell.
He was a bit of a recluse,
and the only time I ever saw him
was in the park.
What was he doing down there?
Feeding the ducks.
Got very upset
when he heard
they were draining the pond
Police. Open up.
Hey!
Hands off the Creedence.
Get your damn hands
ofthe vinyl!
This is private
property.
Wrong move, Rambo.
Should have opened up
and answered
our questions.
Just gave
us a reason
to search this dump.
Should have brought
your Hazmat suit, boss.
What do we got?
Besides a million
city code violations?
Quite a collection.
Hoarding started
with the mom.
Son can't bear
to throw anything out.
She still in the picture?
She passed
last year.
Over here.
Balls and bikes.
Looks like Norm
haa filing system.
Library books,
overdue years.
And this.
Roy W. Dunn.
Checked out,
never returned.
Roy keep track
of his appointments?
Noit's's
mostly notes
on who bought what
Found this inside.
It's addressed
to Alice.
bucks.
Lot of money
back then.
Payoff?
Well, whatever it was,
Roy never got to deliver it.
Miller's checking
the name
against Roy's
That supposed to mean something?
Salesman named Roy W. Dunn.
How did you get that book?
Found it.
In the park by the pond.
How about that.
We just
found him
fertilizing
After you k*lled him
and sunk the body.
Why would I do that?
Neighbor saw
you and Roy
having words after he went
to get a baseball back
for a kid on the street.
That's a good motive.
Seen folks k*lled
for a pair of $ kicks
and a bus pass.
Roy asked, and I gave the ball back.
Even though I had
every right to keep it.
Sounds like a real
Lifesaver moment.
You're a funny guy, Detective.
No, what's
funny, Norm,
is you assaulting
a police officer,
then keeping a book that
ties you to the m*rder victim.
I'd say that's good for
years of belly laughs,
depending what
the jury thinks.
This stuff's not gonna work
on me, Detectives.
Abnormal Norm.
The neighborhood bogeyman.
What?
You didn't like the way
Roy stared at you?
He was not the only one
who didn't.
Roy was okay by me,
but not everyone
on the street liked him.
* You took your European son *
* You spit on those... *
Something wrong?
We didn't order
this stuff.
Your wife, Diane,
placed the order.
Well, she must
have made a mistake.
Okay.
But you've already paid
for them.
And I said...
we don't want them.
Look, it was not my intention
to cause any trouble.
Maybe I misunderstood.
I know what you're up to.
I know your type, mister.
I was just doing my job.
Then do it somewhere else.
Glenn Drew.
Guy was a hothead?
Lot of happy, happy,
joy, joy crap on that street.
Everyone pretending to be normal
while the world around them
was going to the dogs.
When was this argument
with Glenn?
It was maybe a couple of weeks before
Roy stopped coming around.
Are we done here?
Or are there more of my rights
you want to trample?
You're not going anywhere, Norm.
I didn't k*ll Roy.
The only k*lling I ever did
was for my country.
And look what it got me.
She gave up her apartment.
No reason staying
in the same building
p ying two rents,
Giving her the key
was your first mistake.
Woman could burn.
She made an omelet
with salami, onions,
and peppercinis.
Probably making one
right now
for some other guy.
I'm not going there.
You're not going
home, either.
Exactly why you need
a plan of action.
Got a hit on
Roy's name.
Turns out he's got
an FBI number.
So, our boy, Roy,
wasn't so squeaky-clean.
Number was generated
out of New York State in ' .
Any indication
of the crime?
Haven't digitized records
that far back yet.
Request a hand search?
Hurry up and wait.
Lilly?
You all right?
She's dead.
My mother.
You asked how she was and...
I'm sorry.
Lilly, I'm...
Thought you might
want to know.
What happened?
Cirrhosis.
Year and a half ago.
Never stopped drinking.
All those years.
Tried to get
her to stop.
She hid bottles.
Disappeared for days.
It was her cross.
She was staying
with me.
She just gave in to it.
And I let her.
All I could do was watch.
Wasn't your fault, Lilly.
Sorry you had to go
through that alone.
Somebody had to.
Your mother and I...
we, uh...
Sometimes it's better
when people don't stay together.
Where is she?
Saint Anne's.
Hey.
Traffic was bad.
I didn't have any trouble.
Okay, let's do this.
Made that myself.
It's called the...
Crazy X.
Looks easy enough.
Oh, no.
That's a real stumper.
We're here
about Roy Dunn.
That, uh, salesman
that turned up?
Shame they're taking
out the park
and putting in
You purchase Sampson
products from him?
Once.
Stuff was all overpriced.
DIANE:
Where are my manners?
Would anybody like
something to drink?
A soda,
glass of wine?
Honey, it's : .
DIANE:
Oh, um, I'll make
some coffee.
Um, I'll help.
It won't
take long.
Uh, Glenn got this new machine.
Beans to brew
in five minutes.
Want to tell us
about the argument
you had with Roy?
Didn't like Roy
with your wife
Actually, it had to do
with my son, Kevin.
You're gonna have
to be more specific, Glenn.
Kevin was having trouble
at school.
Moody, getting in fights and...
Roy have something
to do with that?
I had a bad feeling
about the gu
Just wasn't right.
-year-old bachelor spending time
with a -year-old kid.
You're dropping
your elbow.
Use your legs.
Were you good enough
to play in the big leagues?
At one time.
I knew it.
I was your age,
used to play all day
just to get out of the house.
What do you mean?
My house wasn't a place
you wanted to be.
Kevin!
Get in the car, son.
I didn't mean...
You are not allowed
in the park
What do you think you're doing?
Just showing him some pitches.
Kid's got a hell of an arm.
I thought I made
myself clear.
I don't want you
around my family.
Look, I didn't mean any...
No, you look.
I catch you hanging
around Kevin again,
I'll call the cops.
Sorry.
It won't happen again.
I didn't like the way
he looked at me.
I didn't like he was
spending time with my son.
So, I called the police.
They share your concerns?
They said there just
wasn't much they could do
unless this Roy did something.
You take matters
into your own hands?
No.
But one night I was coming home
from work and I saw him
standing outside
this woman's house.
I mean, there he was just...
lurking around
some other family.
Where was this?
Kettle Street.
It's on the other
side of the park.
The guy was up to no good.
I was just trying
to protect my family.
Understandable.
We're gonna need
a number for Kevin.
Oh, sure thing.
Here's one.
"Free rent in exchange
for light clerical
"and a weekly massage."
I better call on
that one right away.
For somebody out there,
that's the perfect arrangement.
Not this cowboy.
Just got Roy's jacket
from the FBI.
Manslaughter?
Did seven years in Sing Sing.
k*lled a guy named Jim Mills
in a bar fight in Albany.
Check out the name of his widow.
Alice Mills.
Same Alice on the envelope
we found in Roy's book?
Lives right here in Philly.
Kettle Street.
Six blocks from the park.
Same place Glenn Drew
saw Roy watching that woman.
Looks like Roy had a past.
And it caught up to him
with a vengeance.
Of course I remember Roy Dunn.
How could I not?
When was the last time
you saw him, Alice?
Why are you asking me about Roy?
'Cause we found
his body
six blocks from your old house.
Roy k*lled
your husband
in a bar fight back in Albany.
I lived through it, Detective.
I know what happened.
He made you a widow.
Served his time, then he
follows you down here?
Fill in the blanks
We found this in Roy's notebook.
Maybe you can shed some light
on what the money was for.
Look, Roy and my husband
were teammates
on the Albany Senators.
Minor league baseball.
Roy's curve ball was good enough
for the majors.
Jim's talent
was drinking too much
and taking it out
on the one person
who wouldn't fight back.
He hit you?
Yes.
Roy took offense.
He saw me
with a black eye.
Told Jim if he laid another hand
on me, he'd be sorry.
Roy swung first?
That's what the witnesses said.
After the trial,
my son and I moved to Philly.
Then, out of the blue,
these envelopes
filled with money
would show up in my mailbox.
Roy?
What are you doing?
Nothing, I...
Roy, please, wait!
I want to talk to you.
Sorry, I shouldn't be here.
I just want to help.
By sneaking around
and leaving money?
For what I did to you.
I shouldn't have
gotten involved.
Everybody knew
what Jimmy was doing
and they all chose
to look the other way.
I couldn't do that.
And I should've walked away
the first time he hit me.
He didn't deserve you.
That's in the past now, Roy.
I don't blame you.
I spent every day in that cell
thinking about what
I'd done to you.
Should've just walked away.
You're not
the walking-away kind.
I know.
Sometimes I wish I could be.
Did he say
anything else that day?
No, we just talked
about his job.
But I thought
there was something
about one of those houses
that was eating at him.
You ask him about it?
Said he had a clear
view of things.
I thought he was talking
about a woman.
But I got a sense that
there was more to it.
Hello, Diane.
Oh, excuse me.
On sale.
Hmm, mother's little helper.
I'm sorry?
The phone number
you gave us for your son,
Kevin, didn't work.
Turns out
he moved.
Two years ago.
Oh, Glenn must've given you
the old number.
Sure, I just thought
maybe you had a falling out.
You still talk with your son?
My husband already answered
your questions.
But you didn't.
Made sure
you were out of the room
while he answered for you.
What's thialall obt?
You and Roy.
Glenn tell you to lie?
What are you insinuating?
Glenn's a pretty
controlling guy.
Seen a few of his type
in my day.
That how you cope with it?
Glenn is a very good man.
But Roy...
Something you want
to tell me, Diane?
You weren't alone.
Just lonely.
No, please!
Can't say I blame you,
husband like Glenn.
But if he found out
that you were having
an affair...
It wasn't an affair.
It wasn't anything.
Diane.
I want to help you.
It's...
It's Glenn.
He's not at work
when he says he is
and when I ask him about it, he lies to me.
When he's home,
it's even worse.
It doesn't get any better.
I'm just...
I'm so tired of pretending
that everything is perfect
when it's not.
It's what people do here.
I see it every day.
You could leave.
No, no, I can't leave.
That would, uh...
that would be impossible, Roy.
Is it?
Mom?
No, Kevin!
Kevin, wait!
Letting Kevin see me
with Roy like that
was the biggest mistake
of my life.
What did Roy do after that?
He went to find Kevin.
Did you see Roy after that?
No, I assumed he did
the gentlemanly thingand transferred routes.
You ame that on Kevin,
seeing you with Roy?
The only thing that mattered
was my son.
And I felt like
I lost him that day.
Where is he now?
I wish I knew.
Got a line on Kevin.
Lives outside of Scranton.
Jeffries is bringing him in.
Diane says her son
caught her with Roy.
Wasn't too happy about it.
Around the same time
Roy disappeared.
His folks finally
just shipped him off
to Valley Forge
m*llitary school?
During the Vietnam w*r?
One way to straighten out
a mixed-up kid.
Or get rid of a big problem.
Parents had good timing, Kevin.
Sent you to m*llitary academy at
the height of the Vietnam w*r.
Push-ups and screaming
might work for some kids.
Not me.
I... I ditched that place.
And before that, public school.
A school nurse sent you home
with a broken wrist
end of your
sophomore year.
June , .
Day after,
Roy Dunn disappeared.
Roy Dunn?
Door-to-door
salesman.
You remember.
Used to play ball with him.
Yeah, maybe I did.
What's one got to do
with the other?
How did you break
your wrist, Kevin?
I don't know.
I got in a lot of fights
back then.
Roy one of 'em?
I never had a problem with Roy.
No?
Not even after you saw him
with your mother?
We spoke to her.
Said you were pretty upset
about what you saw.
Leave her out of this.
All of sudden
you feel protective?
She's my mother.
When's the last time
you called her?
What is this?
Must have had
a good reason
to cut her out of your life
like that.
Like seeing her
with another guy?
Still disgusts you
to think she was unfaiful
to your father.
You got it all wrong.
VERA:
Used to lift weights,
Kevin?
I look like I lift weights?
Past has a way
of getting dredged up.
Just like a body
in the bottom
of a pond in a park.
Where you two used to play.
I did see Roy
that day I got hurt,
but it wasn't 'cause of him.
I was alrady a mess.
You don't know what it was like
living in the middle of that.
Kevin.
Kevin...
please.
What you saw....
What, what happened
to you?
Did you get into a fight
at school?
No.
Let me see.
Who did this to you?
It was your father, wasn't it?
Why?
I can't.
You told your father
about Roy and your mom
and he took it out
on the messenger.
Then he went after Roy?
No. That's not
what happened.
Then what did happen,
Kev?!
Nick, uh, why don't you go
get Kevin a soda?
years is a long time
to keep a secret.
I didn't know Roy was dead.
What'd you tell him that day?
He wanted to...
...know why my dad hit me.
Why, Kevin?
Because of what I saw.
Dad?
I'll never forget that look
on his face.
You know, he...
I thought I did something wrong.
He made you think that.
Old man, he...
he chased me down,
gave me the b*ating of my life.
He threatened worse
if I said a word to anybody.
But you told Roy?
Roy went to confront
your father.
A part of me...
wanted him to...
take me and my mother
out of that house.
All she put up with.
Well...
some people shouldn't stay
together.
Took me a long time
to figure that out.
Still my dad though, you know?
Nice setup you got
here, Glenn.
Why don't you
put the tools down
and step away from the bench.
What's going on here?
Did Diane let you in?
You're a real
handy guy.
Kept it together
all these years.
Kept what together,
Detective?
Appearances.
Why Diane needs
a bottle of wine
to make it through the day.
I don't have to stand
here, listen to this.
You got something
you want to ask me about,
ask it.
How 'bout that bunk
you fed us
about being
the good father,
protecting your
family from Roy.
It's a real stumper, Glenn.
I'd like you to leave now.
You couldn't be happy,
so neither could anyone else.
Smacking your
wife around,
b*ating your kid.
I never laid a hand on them.
Not what Kevin
told us.
But Roy knew
what you did to him.
And why.
You still hitting the park
after hours, Glenn?
You got too old for that?
Or maybe you got
a toe-tapping thing going
at the airport
This is ridiculous.
I'm not the criminal here...
We're cops,
Glenn.
You don't think we know what
all the loitering tickets
at Judy Garland Park mean?
You're, you're twisting things
around.
You did a pretty
good job
of that yourself.
But Roy could tell.
He had that eye.
Saw right through you.
Confronted you.
But you couldn't
handle it.
Made Roy out
to be the monster,
but it was you.
Wasn't it, Glenn?
He had no right.
Was still my house.
My house! My family!
I was a good father.
I saw Kevin.
Get the hell out of here.
I'm not going
anywhere.
You're trespassing.
You want me to call the police?
Go ahead.
They might like to hear
what you did to Kevin.
What are you talking about?
Shouldn't hit him, Glenn.
Kevin is all mixed up.
That why you busted his arm?
I went away for a long time,
Glenn.
Learned to keep my mouth shut
and look the other way.
I'm done doing that now.
And you're
done bullying Kevin and Diane.
Who the hell are you to tell me
how to run my family?
Some nobody
salesman.
It's over, Glenn.
I know
about the park.
What? You don't know
what you're talking about.
Can't even admit
who you are
so you take it out on them.
You shut your mouth.
You need to leave, Glenn,
right now.
Let Diane
and Kevin live their lives.
I will do
no such
thing.
You don't deserve them.
* Sometimes I feel so happy *
* Sometimes I feel so sad *
* Sometimes I feel so happy *
* But mostly,
you just make me mad *
* Baby, you just make me mad *
* Linger on *
* Your pale blue eyes *
* Linger on *
* Your pale blue eyes *
* Thought of you
as my mountaintop *
* Thought of you as my peak *
* Thought of you as everything *
* I've had but couldn't keep *
* I've had but couldn't keep *
* Linger on *
* Your pale blue eyes *
* Linger on *
* Your pale blue eyes *
* If I could make the world
as pure *
* And strange as what I see *
* I'd put you in the mirror *
* I put in front of me *
* I put in front of me *
* Linger on *
* Your pale blue eyes *
* Linger on *
* Your pale blue eyes *
* Linger on *
* Your pale blue eyes... *