*
(grunt, whooping)
"D," "D," "D," "D!"
"D" up, "D" up, "D" up!
Two-point game, kid-- you better make something happen quick.
Can we just play the game, Danny?
Well, it looks like we can play.
I don't know if you can. Too bad your jump shot
isn't half as good as your trash talking. Oh, my jump shot?
Yeah. My jump shot's about to make me 50 bucks,
and it's gonna come from your pocket.
I'm not worried. Yeah?
You haven't made it from 20 since you were 20.
Oh, really? Well, maybe I'm due.
DANNY: What do you say?
Right here.
(grunting, whooping)
(grunts)
Come on! Hold it.
Lighten up, man!
What the hell was that?
What the hell was what? That's like
the fifth time you body-slammed me today.
Quit crying, old man. DANNY: Hey, it was a hard foul.
Take it easy. You're high.
That was all ball. Hey, Jamie,
talk to your teammate.
He's been hacking my guys all day.
It was a foul. Oh, come on.
Only looked like a foul 'cause this
fat slob couldn't stay on his feet.
What'd you just call me?
I'm pretty sure I called you a fat slob.
Why, you prefer lard-ass?
Say it one more time. Call me fat one more time.
Why? What are you gonna do?
Eat me? That's it!
(grunts)
(groans)
Hey! Whoa! What's the matter with you?
Whoa.
(groans)
JAMIE: What's that? Hey!
What are you doing?
(panting)
All right, all right.
Is he all right?
Commissioner, in the four years since you've held this office,
violent crime in the city is down
over 20% across the board.
Are these numbers we should be happy with?
Relative to when I started, sure.
Well, how low can you go?
In a perfect world?
Zero.
But we don't live in a perfect world.
Well, what's your target?
It's a moving target.
I'd be a fool to set a number.
We just take it one day, one block,
one successful intervention at a time.
Even if that means violating civil liberties along the way?
Like with stop and frisk?
Stop, question and frisk.
Our critics always leave out that important second word.
The fact is, most stops don't end in searches,
but when they do, they're fruitful.
Last year, we took back more than 800 illegal guns.
And stepped on quite a few toes.
I can live with some hurt feelings
if we've prevented more serious harm.
That's not what the guy in this job
loses sleep over, or he wouldn't be in it.
What do you lose sleep over?
What I can't see coming.
And hoping that I make the right moves when it does.
Well, that's a heavy load
to bring to bed with you every night.
I have a firm mattress.
Let me voice another point of view.
Quote: "Frank Reagan is a beat cop
"sitting in a CEO's chair.
"He brings the mentality of a bullheaded union boss
"to a position that requires high levels of managerial
"and diplomatic skills.
"His range of vision
"is limited to the interests of his rank and file,
"to the detriment of his department's stature
in the community it's supposed to serve."
Unquote.
Quote-unquote who?
Someone who was passed over for the job?
No, a high-ranking member of your own staff.
(sighs)
Is there
a question in there?
(groaning)
(sighs)
All right, here we go.
I'm sorry, Danny.
I don't know why I did that. You did it
because he was being an ass, just like anybody else would've.
How is he? He's got a broken nose and a concussion.
He's on the way
to the hospital. Is he gonna be okay?
Hey, we need to talk.
Hang back, all right?
I don't know what's going on with my buddy Ken,
but we got a problem.
What? What kind of problem?
He wants to press charges.
Whoa, what do you mean?
What are you talking about, press charges?
He started the whole thing, kid.
He's a lawyer. He knows the drill.
Technically, Bobby assaulted him.
He wants him arrested.
Well, you know what, I suggest you climb on the bus
with him and talk some sense into him.
I already tried. He's insisting.
You know, kid, none of your lawyer friends next time, okay?
Cops and firemen only.
Everything okay?
No, Bobby, everything's not okay.
What is it?
You're under arrest.
What?
You heard me.
I love teacher conference days.
It's like a snow day without the shoveling.
What time is Dad coming to get me?
He said 10:00, so I'd plan on being ready at noon.
Mom, he's busy. That's why he's always running late.
Take a look at this.
What, your schedule?
Yeah. Riveting.
The point being, I'm busy, too, Nicky.
MAN: Excuse me.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
Uh...
Your assistant said I should wait here.
Rebekah?
I think she went to the ladies' room.
Okay.
Um... and you are?
Nathan Anderson.
He's your 9:00.
You must not remember.
I won an auction item that you offered
over at the Winter Garden
Charity fund-raiser.
It's a front-row seat
to the criminal justice system.
Right, yes, of course.
Well, you must really want to see
how the criminal justice system works.
Not really, no.
I don't understand.
The truth is, all I want is a minute of your time.
What's really going on, Mr. Anderson?
I know who killed my daughter,
and I want you to put him in jail.
WOMAN: We just had a really big fight, Daddy.
He left, but...
I feel shaken up.
Daddy, call me.
That was left on my home machine.
The person she's talking about
is her boyfriend, Richard.
He could be very jealous
and was known to lose his temper.
Have you played this for the police?
Many times.
Many times?
Off and on since 1998,
the year that she was murdered.
Wait a minute.
We're talking about a murder that happened 15 years ago?
And still no arrest?
Excuse me.
Nicky, can you give us
a minute, please?
Mom, please?
I won't say another word.
I certainly hope not.
Mr. Anderson, the NYPD has a cold case squad.
I've been there...
and everywhere else multiple times.
Okay, and what have they said?
Mostly, what they want to do
is suppress the urge to laugh and look at me
like I'm crazy.
Why would they laugh?
My daughter's boyfriend was Richard Rourke.
I see.
Richard and his father, Preston,
are not shy about using their power and influence
to discourage further investigation.
Mr. Anderson...
I am deeply sorry for your loss.
I know firsthand how
difficult it is to lose a close family member.
I also know how
desperate the need for closure is,
but just because we want to believe that someone
is responsible,
it doesn't mean that they are.
Ms. Reagan, you're the assistant district attorney.
And a member of the first family of law enforcement
in this city.
Now, when I saw your name
alongside that item, I knew
it was a sign.
I didn't hesitate to give up that donation.
I'm not doing this for closure.
I'm doing this for justice.
And with all due respect,
will you help me, please?
Okay, give me your right hand.
No way, man.
This isn't happening.
Bobby, look, I get it, you're freaking out,
but it is what it is.
Freaking out?
Danny, one minute we're playing
a stupid game of basketball, the next, I'm in cuffs.
This is nuts.
Well, not for nothing, but you did crack the guy,
and technically, that's assault.
I cracked him 'cause he was insulting me.
'Cause-cause he was tossing me around
like a rag doll the whole game.
Come on, Danny, you would've done the same thing.
Yeah, I probably would've.
So, then, what the hell are we talking about here?
I have no choice, Bobby.
The guy is pressing charges,
the law says I got to collar you,
and that's what I'm gonna do.
The law is supposed to protect people, Danny,
not hurt them. I know.
If it was up to me, I'd cut you loose right now.
But I can't.
I'm gonna do the next best thing, okay?
I called my sister down. We'll see what she can do.
You think she'll be able to squash this?
I don't know. It's up to her.
But I'm gonna talk to her on your behalf.
I'll get the other guys to do the same.
We'll tell her you didn't start this thing.
And that-that'll be enough? You got nothing
on your record, right? Right.
Okay, well, the D.A.'s office should look favorably upon that.
My guess is you'll be home
in time for dinner with the family.
What about my job?
I mean, I'm supposed to be at work right now.
If they find out I missed a day 'cause I got arrested,
I could be out of a job.
Hey, hey, I'll call your boss.
I'll tell him you're a witness on a case or something.
I'll call Gina and tell her what's going on. Yeah?
My sister's here. Let me go talk to her.
We'll get this straightened out, all right?
Take care of him, please.
How's your buddy holding up?
Not so good.
Well, I guess he should have thought about that
before he cracked somebody's head open.
Come on, that's not even how it went down, okay?
Jamie's buddy started the whole thing,
and Jamie will tell you same. Mm-hmm.
Does he have any priors?
No.
Come on, look, this is a good guy, okay?
We've played basketball together
once a week for years.
He's a family man. He's a local electrician.
He's not a criminal.
You arrested him.
I arrested him because Jamie's friend
was going off the deep end about pressing charges.
How's the complainant?
You know, he's apparently got a concussion and a broken nose.
Can't say he didn't deserve it.
Okay, assuming what you tell me checks out,
I think we can avoid the grand jury,
charge him with a misdemeanor,
and he could be out by the afternoon.
Okay. Thank you.
Well, there's no need to thank me.
I'm not doing you any favors.
It's strictly by the book.
Well, thank you anyway.
You're welcome.
Now, can we talk about my thing?
What? Richard Rourke? Seriously?
I mean, I don't have enough active cases as it is?
You want me to resurrect a dead one?
I know it's a big ask, but after all these years,
he is still in so much pain from losing his only daughter.
I just want to help.
You really think Richard Rourke is a murderer?
I mean, look,
the guy may be a party boy and a skirt chaser,
but he's also a pillar of society.
I mean, he's not exactly public enemy number one.
I know. I just want to be able to look Mr. Anderson in the eye
and say we did everything we could.
Oh, my goodness.
Come on, Danny. Yeah, all right.
I'll take a look at his case file and see what's there.
And that is the best I can do.
That's good enough for me.
All right.
(door opening)
Deputy Commissioner Moore to see you, sir.
Those remarks were pulled from an opposition memo
I wrote during the mayoral election
when I was working for the opposition.
We were in the weeds, looking for ways
to frame your guy as defective.
I knew it was a cheap shot soon as I wrote it up.
What I didn't know is that it
would ever see the light of day.
But it did, and I'm very sorry about that.
And I'll also admit that it was
very hard work for me to turn the facts
as I had them into that portrait of you.
Good, hard work?
Dirty work, yes. There it is.
Do you also think I have a thin skin, Garrett?
What do you mean, "also?"
Beside having the mentality of--
what was it-- a bullheaded union boss?
Frank, I just said I twisted the facts to serve a purpose.
Which is one definition of what you do for a living.
Okay, sure.
And you're good at it.
Thank you?
So you don't think I have a thin skin?
No, I don't. What do you want from me here?
To move on.
Just... move on?
I have. You should.
You messing with me?
Nope.
Just one thing.
Beresford's ambush interview isn't slated
to air until this weekend.
It's a date. You bring the beer, I'll make the popcorn.
His news director is a friend of mine.
A friend who owes me more than one favor.
We are not killing this interview.
Why not? It's not like this is legitimate news here.
Because I don't want to be the kid who's taking his ball home
because he doesn't think the game is going well.
Frank, my job... Garrett...
You're gonna cut off your nose to spite your face?
I am standing behind my word.
I'll be in my office if you come to your senses.
(sighs)
DANNY: What the hell do you mean, there's no case file?
There's got to be.
I had them check three times.
I'm telling you, it's not there.
Well, where the hell is it?
Apparently, there was a small fire
in the records room a while back.
Some cases got lost. This was one of them.
Well, that explains why Cold Case never picked it up.
Who was the case detective?
Your old buddy, Gerry O'Grady. Gerry O' Grady.
Well, you, uh, okay with me
taking a day trip to the Rockaways?
Do I have to drive with you? No.
Knock yourself out.
*
(sighs)
Well, if this is what retirement looks like,
I think I'm gonna stay working.
Well, if it isn't Danny Reagan.
Brought you some joe.
Thanks, Danny.
I'm real sorry for what happened to you guys up here.
What are you gonna do?
Hurricane Sandy was some piece of work. Yeah, it was.
But we're back on our feet.
That's what counts, right?
Damn straight. (chuckling)
Got your message.
You're looking into the Jenny Anderson case. Right.
I read some newspaper articles,
said you liked a local burglary crew for the murder.
Yeah, that's right.
Looked like she just came home in the middle of a burglary.
Mm-hmm. There was a struggle, they slammed her
against the wall pretty hard. That was it.
She was DOA at the scene. Right.
But you also looked at Richard Rourke.
Uh, what can you tell me about him?
He's rich.
The truth is,
for a master-of-the-universe type, he wasn't so bad.
Really? I remember he was
really a wreck over that girl dying.
But you didn't like him for it?
Pretty young girl shows up dead in her apartment.
Nine times out of ten, it's the boyfriend, right?
Right. But...
his alibi was solid.
Mm-hmm. He was, um, at the movies with a buddy.
This buddy-- do you remember his name?
Uh, sorry, Danny. I...
But they were tight.
Rourke even put him to work at the company,
working out of the mail room.
Really? And you confirmed this movie alibi, right?
That's why you cleared him?
It wasn't the only reason.
Rourke volunteered to take a lie detector test
and passed with flying colors.
Look, Danny,
back then, we were working 15 homicides a week.
Tell me about it.
Is it possible something slipped through the cracks?
Yeah, I guess so. Hmm.
But I don't think so.
(phone ringing)
Look, I got to grab this. Yeah.
You hang in there, all right?
Good lucky, Danny. You, too.
Thanks.
Hey, I was just about to call you.
Hey, you might want to get down here.
Your buddy's going to jail.
What? Why?
His prints came back.
He's got a prior arrest, Danny.
(sighs) I'm on my way.
JUDGE: Bail is set
for $30,000.
Bobby?
Case number 124.
(sighs) Bobby, why didn't you tell me?
I'm sorry, Danny.
It was so long ago,
I didn't even know it was still on my record.
$30,000?
The guy's an electrician.
Where the hell is he gonna get that kind of money?
His prior is for the same charge-- felony assault.
We have no choice but to bring him to the grand jury.
They're sending him to Rikers Island. He's not a criminal.
That's where real criminals go.
We don't write the laws.
We enforce them. Oh, come on.
GINA: This is crazy, Danny.
This prior arrest is a stupid bar fight from college.
It was 100 years ago.
I know, but on paper, it makes it look
like Bobby's got a propensity for violence.
But he doesn't. You know that.
Anyone who knows Bobby knows that.
I-I know that, but unfortunately,
it does complicate things, Gina.
Danny, he left this morning to play a basketball game,
and now he's going to jail?
What am I supposed to do?
Wha... What am I supposed to tell the kids?
We're working on it, okay? We're doing what we can.
He can't go to jail, Danny.
He won't make it. You know he won't.
I know. I know he won't.
Look, just hang in there, okay?
I'll be in touch.
Danny. Hey.
I'm sorry. There was nothing any of us could have done.
I know. Just... things.
Our jobs are supposed to help people, not screw them over.
Let me handle this.
I want to talk to Ken again, and see
if I can get him to think about dropping the charges.
You already talked to Ken before, kid. It didn't work.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna try it again.
All right, just be careful.
No one's tampering with a complainant on my watch, okay?
I'm not talking about twisting anybody's arm.
He's my friend. We're gonna have a polite conversation, okay?
Okay. (sighs)
You think he's gonna come through?
No, but at least he's trying.
Okay, so can we talk about my Anderson case?
Well, I think you got a dead end there, sis.
Well... Rourke took a polygraph test,
and he aced it with flying colors.
(sighs)
Erin, welcome. Come on in.
Thank you, Nathan.
This is my brother, Detective Danny Reagan.
Good to meet you. Sir.
Have a seat, please.
The bearer of bad news?
Uh, I'm afraid so.
Uh, Richard Rourke has a pretty solid alibi, sir,
and he also aced a polygraph,
which makes him highly unlikely for this.
ERIN: We're sorry, Nathan.
We wanted to tell you in person.
These polygraph tests--
they're not 100% accurate, are they?
They're not perfect, no.
If someone had access to one of those machines, um,
it's possible they could outsmart it?
I don't mean any disrespect here, sir,
but I'm not sure what you're getting at.
Do you have reason to suspect
that Richard Rourke had access to a polygraph?
Rourke's father, Preston--
he wanted to make sure
his son knew every aspect of his business.
And the year that Jenny was murdered,
Richard was working in Human Resources.
Human Resources being the department
that would administer the polygraph to its employees?
So, what if he learned how to manipulate the outcome?
What if that's the reason why he volunteered
in the first place to take the polygraph test?
That's a lot of if's, sir.
Here's another one for you, Danny.
What if we were talking about your child?
We'll dig a little deeper, okay?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
But we need
something from you as well.
Sure. What's that?
Rourke's alibi is pretty tight.
We need a name. We don't have one.
And we can't exactly go up to Rourke and ask him
without him getting suspicious.
Peter Blake.
Peter was Richard's best friend.
Okay.
Thanks.
Frank, I need a minute.
Baker, is the DCPI on my schedule?
No, sir. This is a drive-by.
We need to talk about Beresford's interview.
What we need to talk about
is the chain of command and who's at the top of it.
You are, sir.
Does my DCPI know that?
I imagine he does, sir.
You say something? Not yet.
I specifically told you not to kill that interview, right?
Right. But it was wrong.
Really? My phone's ringing.
Wrong by what measure? Wrong in whose opinion?
By any sensible measure and in my expert opinion.
You're doing that thing you do when you try
and teach someone a lesson by hurting your own cause.
Oh, is that right? Yes. The crap he quoted
is on my head; I own that.
You don't need to nail yourself to the cross
for me to get it-- so I had them
edit it out. Tried to.
Had them. Before I had them put it back in.
Insisted.
For a guy who's carried a gun most of his life,
you really know how to shoot yourself in the foot.
Did Beresford lie? Did he manipulate your quote
in any way that made it worse than it already was?
No. And he didn't
trick me into the interview, and he didn't ambush me, either.
He hunted down a good story, and he did it fair and square.
He took an old and out-of-context opposition piece
and used it to start a fire.
In your expert opinion.
Good news is, your action
makes at least part of my critique utterly ridiculous.
So you say. Where I wrote that the range of your vision
is limited to the interests of your rank and file.
'Cause I don't know whose interests are being served here,
but it sure ain't this department's.
I won't waste any more of your time.
Sarge! Hey!
I found Rourke's alibi.
It's Peter Blake. You bringing him in?
Well, I'd have to exhume him first.
He's dead? Yeah.
Five years after Jenny Anderson was killed.
Oh. Don't tell me you think Rourke killed him, too.
No, he did himself in.
He ate his gun while he was sitting in his car.
But it's connected, Sarge. How?
Well, the car was parked in front
of Jenny Anderson's apartment,
and it was on the anniversary of her death.
That's weird. Yeah.
Wasn't a nine-millimeter that killed him, Sarge.
It was guilt.
Prove it.
You know I will.
Before they met in college, Blake was a nothing.
I mean, a nobody.
He owed Rourke. Mm-hmm.
And after they graduate, his best friend
gives him an all-access pass to the...
bright lights, big city.
Gives him a job at his family's real estate empire.
That's right, and now Blake's got cash in his pocket,
and more importantly, he's got a future,
and a bright one, at that. Mm-hmm.
So, when Rourke asks him to be his alibi...
he can't say no. Right.
Except Blake can't live with the lie anymore--
that he wasn't at the movies with Rourke.
Yeah. But, then, where was he?
Thank you. Well, Tuesday afternoon--
he would've been at work in the mail room, right?
Yeah, but the original detectives
would have checked the time cards.
Time cards. You know what?
Rourke owned the company.
I mean, if he wanted to alter the time cards
and make it look like Blake
wasn't at work, he could have.
What does a guy do in a mail room all day?
They sign for packages, right?
If we can find Blake's signature
receiving a package at the time of the murder,
it will prove he wasn't at the movies with Rourke.
Can you issue a subpoena?
And let him know we're coming?
No. I need to go in as a wolf in sheep's clothing.
And misrepresent yourself?
It's totally legal.
Yeah, but maybe that's something I should do instead.
I don't think so.
Why not?
I've got better legs.
Right.
*
I'm sorry, but I'm not at liberty
to share that information.
Well, if I could just have a moment with Mr. Rourke...
I wish I could help you.
Unfortunately, his schedule is full today.
So maybe... Uh, actually,
I just freed up some time today.
Richard Rourke.
Pleased to meet you.
Lisa Roberts.
Harten, Burns and Whitaker.
A lawyer, huh?
(laughs) Well, don't worry. I don't bite.
I'm sorry to hear that. (laughs)
What I meant to say is that I'm here to help, not hurt.
A benevolent lawyer.
Oh, no. I am going to hurt someone.
It's just not you.
So, who's the lucky fella?
I'm heading a class-action suit
against your overnight delivery service company.
We have reason to believe that they've been overcharging you
and their other clients for the last 30 years.
If I'm right-- and I am--
your company could be looking at quite a windfall.
All I need are your shipping records.
Huh. Well, um...
all I need is your phone number.
Well... (laughs softly)
maybe we could compromise.
Maybe I could get yours.
Working hard, Richard?
As always, Dad.
You're coming to the Burnett meeting, right?
Uh, in just a minute, yes.
I'm sorry. Where were we?
The shipping records in exchange for your number.
Yes, our compromise. Of course.
My cell phone is written on the back.
My secretary will give you everything you need.
I do hope to see you again.
Oh, you can count on it.
*
And here are the mail room logs from Rourke Unlimited.
It's got Blake's signature all over it from the same day.
Which blows Rourke's alibi completely out of the water.
Yep, Rourke was lying, Dad.
And why would he lie if he wasn't with Jenny?
You haven't got it.
What do you mean, we haven't got it?
You haven't got it. DANNY: Well, we at least got enough
to bring the guy in-- let me sweat him out; I'll break him.
And before you got one foot in the interrogation room,
his three dozen lawyers would swoop down
and have the whole thing thrown out.
You haven't got it.
Unbelievable.
What? Unbelievable why?
I'm sorry, Grandpa, but I guess
I just don't get the criminal justice system.
Richard Rourke lied to the police,
and that's not enough
to get him arrested? But Uncle Danny's friend
is in jail for some stupid fight
he didn't even start?
How is that justice?
Yeah, I'm with Nicky.
I mean, Rourke is obviously
hiding something, and Bobby
was just standing up for himself.
How is that fair? And whoever said life was fair?
JACK: Life should be far, shouldn't it?
LINDA: Yeah, it should, sweetie. FRANK: Life isn't fair, Jack,
but you can be.
JAMIE: What Grandpa means is,
the criminal justice system
is complicated-- sometimes things
don't work out the way they should.
And sometimes the only thing
standing in the way of a bad guy going free
or a good guy getting locked up
is a cop who won't let go of a case,
or a prosecutor
determined to make things right.
All right, we got to go over everything
from the top, Nathan, okay?
Mm-hmm.
Any old newspaper articles, photo albums,
all our notes, anything you can think of
or remember. ERIN: Right now,
all we have is that Rourke was not at the movies.
It's not enough-- we need him in the room with Jenny.
DANNY: That's right, we need some type of proof or evidence
the two of them were together on the day.
This is everything I've collected over the years
that has to do with her case.
All right, let's dig in.
(knocking)
What's up, buddy? How you doing?
Jamie!
Here, I brought you some magazines,
a little Joe's pizza.
I'm sure you're sick of the plastic chicken, right?
Oh, thanks, Jamie, but you didn't have to do that.
Hey, least I could do.
Besides, I wanted to come check up on you.
I left you a couple of messages,
but I guess you've been resting up.
Yeah, uh, about that...
yeah, I'm sorry I didn't get back to you, but...
Look, I'm not gonna be able to drop the charges.
Yeah, of course. Your decision.
So, what, they got you in a neck brace now, too?
As if the concussion and the broken nose
weren't bad enough, now I can't move my neck.
That's why I'm still here.
Yeah, I thought you were getting out yesterday,
so I went by your apartment.
Really? Yeah.
Uh, yeah, we, uh... we moved out of there.
Didn't I tell you?
No, you didn't.
But it sounds like you had a busy month.
I called over to your office.
They said you're no longer at the firm.
Uh, I left them to start my own practice.
Wow. That's great.
Guess the guy at your old place had it wrong, then.
He, uh, acted like you'd been laid off or something.
Really?
That's... that's weird.
Yeah.
Look, Ken, we've been friends a long time, right?
If something's wrong, you could talk to me.
Maybe I can help you.
Nothing's wrong, Jamie.
I checked the city records.
You didn't move out of your apartment;
you got foreclosed on.
You been snooping around on me?
Why the hell would you be doing that?
Guy I just left in the bad suit
wouldn't happen to be an ambulance chaser, would he?
(sighs) Yeah, I think you should leave, Jamie.
Okay.
But listen to me first.
What happened on the basketball court the other day
was a stupid situation that got out of hand.
You were out of line, and Bobby was out of line.
Don't ruin his life over this
so that you can make a couple bucks, okay?
He's got a wife and kids to take care of.
Feel better, Ken.
(sighs)
I can still see her playing out there.
Can still hear her little voice
calling for me to come out.
Nathan...
You've done more than is fair of me to ask of you.
Please don't ask me to give up.
I wasn't gonna say that.
But it may take some time.
A long time.
This is all that I have left of her.
A gift I gave her for her 16th birthday.
We took that
first thing that morning.
She's beautiful.
She was.
When the police gave it back to me, it had some blood on it.
I wonder if it was the killer's.
Wishful thinking, huh?
The police took a DNA sample,
but it was too small to test.
Nathan,
you know, DNA testing
is light-years ahead of what it was 15 years ago.
Mm-hmm.
I bet you we can retest that sample.
But you said the case file's gone.
There isn't any original evidence.
Yeah, yeah.
The case file's gone, but that doesn't matter.
The DNA sample should still exist.
Because the DNA isn't kept in the case file;
it's stored at the medical examiner's.
Right.
I'm gonna head to the M.E.'s office.
Sis, you go see Rourke, okay?
Sorry I'm late. I had to slip
out of the office when dear old Dad wasn't looking.
Working late on a Sunday? Yeah, well,
first Sunday of every month, we do the books together.
Fun, fun, fun.
But enough of that.
Thank you
for the drink. You're welcome.
I'm glad you called. Me, too.
I have a confession to make.
Mmm. This is interesting already.
Please, shoot.
My name is not Lisa Roberts.
Oh. Well, who are you, then?
I'm an assistant district attorney.
Erin Reagan.
Assistant district attorney?
And you didn't tell me this from the start because...
Because I'm investigating you for the murder
of Jenny Anderson.
What?
True story.
I didn't kill Jenny.
Okay. Maybe we can go down to my office and talk about it.
Good-bye, Erin...
Lisa or whatever your name is.
(sighs)
To be honest with you, Danny, it's kind of fun playing cop.
Oh, yeah, it's a real blast till people start shooting at you.
Reagan, rush on your DNA results are in. Mmm.
What?
It's not him.
It's not Richard Rourke.
Then who? The lab rats say it was close
to a 100% match, but not quite, which means...
Which means it's a relative.
Rourke's father.
DANNY: Richard Rourke!
Richard Rourke, police!
You sure he's working? Yeah, he said they were working late.
(voices arguing in distance) You got your piece on?
Yeah, I always bring a gun to family dinner.
I got no backup. Hold this.
Call 911. Get some backup.
PRESTON: You're not going to do any such thing.
Now, you listen to me.
RICHARD: No, you listen to me, Dad.
PRESTON: What the...? What do you think you're doing?!
RICHARD: I can't do this anymore!
You have to go to them... Richard.
Drop the gun!
You come any closer, I shoot.
You're not gonna shoot anyone. You're gonna drop
that gun now. I didn't kill Jenny.
I know you didn't. I know it was him.
Okay? And I know you want payback,
but not this way.
Yes, this way. PRESTON: Richard,
think about what you're doing. This is ludicrous!
For the first time in 15 years, I know exactly what I'm doing.
Richard, put the gun down.
Not until he confesses.
I swear to you, he tells the truth, I drop the gun.
I promise.
Go ahead. Tell them.
Tell them why you killed Jenny.
Because you thought she wasn't good enough for me, right?
That's not true. Because she didn't...
live up to the Rourke name.
Because she was black.
(sighs) I...
I don't know what he's talking about.
Clearly... he's gone insane.
Richard, you're just gonna make this worse.
Put the gun down and we can talk.
I left work early that day to be with her.
When you found out where I'd gone,
you came to her apartment to try to make me end things with her.
Do you remember that?
Things got heated, and we started fighting.
When Jenny tried to break things up, do you remember?
You hit her.
You knocked her head against the wall.
And she...
she never got up, Dad.
She never... she never woke up.
Richard, drop the gun.
These are a lot of lies.
He's telling you lies!
Hell they are.
Drop it! (gun clicks)
(grunts)
Don't move!
(Richard grunts, coughs)
(Richard grunting)
(typing)
(door opens)
FYI, the blinds work fine, but the soundproofing sucks.
Am I raising my voice?
Not yet.
(sighs)
Where does someone sit?
Please. Thank you.
(sighs) Did you read what I sent over?
Yes, I did. And?
It's pretty accurate, I guess.
The part about me not being a leader of men kind of stung.
Who wrote it?
I did.
I record my private notes when I'm going through
the interview process for senior positions.
"Not a leader of men" sounds like bad Hemingway.
Well, I'm not the writer you are.
And I'm not the leader of men you are.
Says so...
right here.
(sighs)
A lot of what you wrote about me...
was hard to hear...
but... accurate.
Some of what I wrote about you
is hard to hear...
but accurate.
I was captain of my college rowing team.
Did you know that?
16 men under my command.
The point is we're a good team.
And a better one when we keep the other guy honest.
(sighs) Even when it stings.
Well, I don't know about you,
but I've had enough honesty for one week.
(sighs)
Does the captain of the rowing team
get to sit up front and beat a drum?
And dispenses rum rations.
Impressive.
We've got the mayor and the parks commissioner at 4:00.
(sighs)
See you upstairs.
(door opens)
(door shuts)
I don't know what to say, Danny.
Don't have to say anything to me.
Thank Jamie.
Jamie, thank you.
Hey. I'm just sorry you had to go through all this.
Thank you, Jamie.
I'll see you around, Gina.
Thank you, Danny. Thanks.
BOBBY: Come on. Let's go home.
Good job, baby brother.
Thanks, Danny.
ERIN: I want to show you something.
What are we doing back here?
The auction item you won promised you a front-row seat
to the criminal justice system, right?
Mm-hmm.
So watch this.
MAN: Why did you kill her?
(reporters clamoring)
No comment. No comment.
PRESTON: No comment.
You ready to go put some bad guys away?
I have waited 15 years for this day.
I'm more than ready.
And, Erin... thank you.
Thank you, Nathan.
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