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- Good night, ladies.
- Good night.

- Get home safe.
- Thanks.

Okay. We'll see
you tomorrow.

(keys jingling)

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, kid.

I'll be there in 15.

No, no, you're buying.

You got a big boy job now
and a big boy paycheck.

Uh-huh.

Hey, let me go, son.
I'm locking up.

No, we'll talk
when I get there.

I love you, too.
And, hey, I'm proud of you.

(groans)

(grunts)

(grunts)

MAN: Come on,
hurry up, come on!

Hurry up! Get it!

(gunshot)

(tires screeching)

(camera clicking)

That's it.

Shots went off, I saw the dude
get hit, and I ran.

Got around the block

and I felt this...
burning feeling in my shoulder.

That's all I saw.

That "dude" was an
off-duty police officer,

moonlighting at the
check cashing store.

Did it occur to you,
did it cross your mind

for one second to
go back and help him?!

I mean, I was shot, too.

And you knew you had an active
bench warrant on a drug case,

so you didn't
want to stick around.

You'd rather leave a man die
in the street than go to court.

Hey, please, I can't
go back inside on that warrant.

I got a kid.

I wanted to call, okay?
I really did.

I was scared.

Maybe I wasn't thinking
about the cop, all right?

Good night.

You know what?

There's no law that says
I have to help you guys.

So, you know what'd be nice?
Just a little, maybe,

"Hey, thank you for
cooperating, Mr. Lombardo."

You wouldn't even be
talking to us if the hospital

hadn't called to report you
coming in with a gunshot wound.

Hey, how's that
cop doing, anyway?

He's down the hall,
fighting for his life.

Get up.

- What?
- Turn around. Turn around.

Ow. Ow!

Hey, okay. Relax, relax!

What the hell's going on?!

You weren't across the street
running when you got shot.

You were standing
right over the officer

when the bullet went
through your shoulder.

You're no innocent
bystander, you're a liar.

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♪ Out here in the fields

♪ I fight for my meals

♪ I get my back into my living

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(man grunting over video)

(typing, computer beeping)

Oh, snap!

I got all y'all! What?

Looks like they all
go to the same barber.

ROSS: Uh-huh, no kidding.
They could be brothers.

- What about the rest of the video?
- (sighs)

I see the car,
just not really clear.

Witness took
down the plate.

Car was reported
stolen yesterday.

Okay, I went through the
entire video, open to closing,

and no one resembling
Lombardo came in and out.

If he's involved,
he's not in this video.

All the witnesses
have the same story:

all right, three bald,
African-American males.

No one puts Lombardo
at the scene.

But the science does.

I examined
those gunshot wounds.

Lombardo was standing
directly over Riley,

facing him,
when Riley shot him.

Bullet traveled
through his shoulder,

ended up on
the other side of the street.

Riley's .38 was recovered
right near his body.

Lombardo was not
shot with that gun

somewhere else later on.

Unless Lombardo
had some sort of

magical cloaking device,
how did he end up

in the crime scene, get shot,
without anybody seeing him?

(sighs)

Mark Riley was the first officer

at one of the first crime
scenes I worked in the city.

He really made
an impression on me.

He was so nice,
very professional...

really knew his stuff.

I bumped into him
at the courthouse a few times.

Always talking
about his family.

Mm.

Looks like he's got someone
following in his footsteps.

Hi, I'm Jason Riley.

Hi. Jo Danville,
detective.

We're from
the crime lab.

Hi, I'm Detective
Lindsay Messer.

Uh, my dad's...
We know.

We're pulling
for him.

Do you have any idea
who did this?

Not yet, but we
have a whole team

of detectives
working on it.

No one's going
home till we do.

So, what? You're, um...
(clears throat)

here to process his body if...

No. No, we're here
to collect evidence

in his clothing once he
pulls through surgery.

I was, I was talking to him

on the phone
just before he got shot.

We both got off at midnight,

and we were gonna
go to the diner,

have coffee
and a midnight snack.

Did he sound worried
or concerned about anything?

No. I mean, he kind of
hurried off the phone

like he was distracted,
but he-he gets that way

when he's trying to do
three things at one time.

He said, um, "I love you
and I'm proud of you," though.

That's pretty good,
right?

If it's the last thing
your father ever says to you?

Don't think like that.

From what I know about
your dad, he's a fighter.

Yeah, he is.

Excuse me.

(talking quietly)

(crying loudly)

(crying continues)

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen,

(over TV): last night,
an off-duty NYPD officer

was shot during
a burglary in Queens.

But I'm happy to say that
the officer is out of surgery

and his family is by his side.

(cheering)
Yes!

But I will caution you,
we are not out of the woods yet.

The next 24 to 48 hours
will be crucial in determining

his condition going forward.

I want to thank
my trauma team...

That's good
news for you.

Looks like he's
going to make it.

Well played.

What are you doing?

That press conference
is golden.

It's two years old.

We need an upgrade.

You have a point.

Mac wants us to
wait for him.

So, what do
you think?

Tough nut to crack?

He's scared.

But my gut tells me,
as long as he thinks

Officer Riley is still alive,
he'll keep talking.

(camera clicking)

♪

♪

♪

TAYLOR: I'm gonna make it
real simple for you.

The hole in the front of your
shoulder is an entrance wound.

The hole in the back
is an exit wound.

The bullet entered
at an upward angle

within six feet
of the shooter.

That means you had to
be standing directly

over and facing Officer Riley
when he shot you.

I was across the street,
running away.

Like I told you.

What? That's the truth.

I mean, I could lie
if you want me to.

You know, just tell me
what you want me to say.

I want you to say the names
of the three men you were with.

(scoffs)

Look at me.

The names! Now!

Come on, get up.

Give me an excuse.

(sighs)

I didn't think so.

I'm done with this
piece of garbage.

Do whatever you
want with him.

(door closes)

Damn. I would not want
to get on your bad side.

What, now you gonna
play good cop?

Be honest with you,
I don't know what to do.

He's usually the good cop.

He's also the boss.

And the last guy

in this building you
want to piss off.

Look, man,
you got a witness

who can I.D. me,
bring him in.

You got any of that DNA crap,
bring it on.

Otherwise, take me to court
on that warrant,

because I told you what I saw.

(sniffs)

Look...

you seem like a smart guy.

So you know if we had a witness,
you'd be standing in a lineup.

I'm not gonna lie.

All I got you on is
that warrant right now.

So what makes you so sure
that I'm lying?

Because your story
makes no sense.

It couldn't have happened
the way you said.

He's being too soft.

Mm.

He's being patient.

I can't think of anybody
I'd rather have in that room.

You got hit with a bullet from
Officer Riley's five-shot .38.

That thing's
a pea-shooter.

It wouldn't barely break
the skin from across the street.

It definitely would not go
clean through you shoulder

from that distance.

Impossible.

I've been doing this
for a long time.

I've heard a
lot of stories.

This one's bad.

Anthony, listen to me.

Being six feet away
from a cop getting robbed

does not make you
guilty of anything.

It just means that maybe
you got a little too close

to a bad situation.

All of our witnesses say that
three bald black guys did this.

You got a full head of hair,
and you look pretty white to me.

What are you hiding?

Maybe you think no
one will believe you

because of your record?

If that's it,
you got to tell me,

because the people out there are
looking to put this on someone,

and right now, that
someone is you.

(groans):
Oh, man.

All right.

(scoffs)

I wasn't
across the street, okay?

I was passing by
on the same side

that they shot that cop on.

I didn't know what was up
till the shots went off.

I got hit.

I just ran.

I mean, that's it.

I had nothing to do
with that cop getting shot.

What the hell is wrong with you?

What?

Why did we have to
waste all of that time

to get to the truth?

(sighs)

I don't know.

I'm coming back with
a pen and a pad.

I want you to write
down your statement.

Yeah, hey,
but I'm no good with spelling.

Neither am I.

Fish on, the
hook is in,

and we reeled him
into the crime scene.

I'm not buying he was scared
because of the warrant.

He's involved.

Nice work.

I nearly messed myself when
you spun his chair around.

I know that look.
What are you thinking?

He puts himself at
the crime scene,

but we don't evidence
that proves he was involved

in the robbery.

He's not
on the surveillance tape,

and we don't have a
witness who can place him

with other three perps.

Something's not right.

♪

(shutter clicks)

♪

(beeping)

Lunch at Lawson's says
my results come up first.

Dinner, Grimaldi's.

- You're on.
- Yeah, all right.

All the blood samples I got
from Officer Riley's clothing

came back to him;
no foreign DNA.

And I did find two hairs
on his shirt.

They were both synthetic.

Some kind
of polyester-acrylic blend.

They also had epoxy
on the ends.

Two guys did have facial hair.

Could be from a fake beard
or mustache.

(beeping)

(snaps fingers)

We're going to Grimaldi's.
(groans)

Wait, hold up,
latex and silicone

under Riley's fingernails

and also on
the bullet

that went through
Lombardo's shoulder.

And synthetic hairs.

Think I know
what we're looking for.

(dialing)

Spelling's pretty bad, right?

FLACK:
It's terrible.

There no such word as "runned."
It's "ran."

But the important thing is
that the story makes sense

and I believe it.

I just got to run it up the
flagpole, check with the bosses.

We executed a search
warrant at your apartment,

found some
interesting stuff.

Look familiar?

How about this?

That's you, wearing this mask.

You didn't witness

three guys committing a robbery.

You were one of them.

(sighs)

FLACK:
Four.

They say it's a great age.

Gonna be honest with you.

I don't remember it.

She'll be going to kindergarten
next year, won't she?

That first day of school
is always a big one.

Let's figure this out.

Attempted murder
of a police officer,

that's, like,
ten years minimum.

Robbery one,

possession of a loaded firearm,

criminal possession
of stolen property,

all the other little charges,
add another seven or eight.

My guess,
you're looking at 15 minimum.

(snaps fingers)

Damn, you'll probably
just miss the prom

and high school graduation.

But no big deal she probably
won't even know you by then.

And your girl will promise,
and she might even mean it,

but I'm telling you this
right now,

there is no way
she's gonna schlep up

to some maxi max prison

on the US-Canadian border
to come and see you.

Not gonna happen.

You getting your rocks off?

Messing with my heart.

Disrespecting my family.

No more than you've been
getting your rocks off

disrespecting me,
sitting in that chair,

lying to my face
for the last couple hours!

You made me look like a jackass
in front of my bosses,

and I was trying
to help you out!

I believed you, man.

I really did!

I'm sorry about that.

Is there people
watching us?

Well, there was.

There was a whole crowd
of people.

It was standing room only.

But there's nothing
to watch anymore.

It's a ghost town
in there now.

Everyone's out in front
of the precinct right now

at a press conference
announcing your arrest.

The case is cleared.

They got their man.

Yeah, they'll say
something brave

about going after
the other two guys,

but at the end of he day,
the cop didn't die.

They are happy putting
all of this on you.

And you might be good
with that, but I'm not.

I want the truth.

Anthony,

I'm pretty sure
you didn't pull the trigger

and shoot that cop.

I got to give it to you.

You're a stand-up guy.

I don't think
I could do it.

Those guys drove off
and left you in the street,

knowing you were shot.

That's messed up.

Who are they?

What are their names?

All right.

You think of those names,
you give me a shout.

I'll be around for a bit.

(groans softly)

If not, I'll see
you in court.

He's protecting someone.

Someone he's afraid of
or someone he cares about.

He never took
his sergeant's test.

Had no interest
in being a boss.

He worked that second job
to make up for the money.

I never thought
that's how he'd die.

Jason...

is there any way
I can talk you out of this?

No.

My father

was invincible in my eyes.

I need to know
how it went down

and how he died.

The first round entered
your father's abdomen,

perforating the bowel

and coming to rest
near the spine.

It was nonfatal.

The next round
entered here,

struck a rib,

shattering it.

There was significant damage
to the right lung,

but again,
it was nonfatal.

These first two rounds
were fired from a distance

of three to six feet.

This one was close contact.

The gun was pressed
against his face.

(gunshot)

So he was...

he was executed.

Um...

Lying helpless on the ground?

(sniffles)

What kind of human being
does that?

TAYLOR: You all have
your assignments.

I want every family
member, every friend,

every past associate,
every codefendant

of Anthony Lombardo
spoken to.

If they aren't home,
track them down.

If they have a warrant,
drag them in.

If they don't, coax them in.

Somebody on that list was
running with Lombardo last night

or knows who was.

You all have the year,
make, model

of the stolen car
used in the robbery.

Keep your eyes open.

It's probably dumped
somewhere nearby.

TAYLOR: I know some of you
have worked through the night.

If you start feeling tired,
think of Mark Riley's family.

Now get out there. Be safe.

DANVILLE: Lombardo's always
been a property thief...

burglary, grand larceny, drugs.

Seems so out of character
to shoot a cop.

LOVATO: They came at Riley
with pepper spray.

And the only guns we know of
belonged to him.

Maybe shooting a cop
wasn't part of the plan.

Half these cases are
always inside jobs.

Lindsay's working with
the owner of Bright-Star,

putting a list together of
current and former employees.

So, a sector from the Bronx
just called the desk downstairs.

They found the car.

Dumped under
the Deegan Expressway.

♪

Hey, get up.

What's going on?

Officer Riley passed away.

(sighs):
Oh, God.

TAYLOR: We have
the car, Anthony.

Your friends' prints
were all over it.

It's just a matter of time

before your pals are sitting
in the room next door

in the same situation
that you are.

FLACK:
What do you think?

They gonna be stand-up like you?

(sighs)

You're here. We're here.

You want to make a deal,
now's the time to do it.

When they come
through that door,

all bets are off.

Don't do it for us.

Do it for her.

What's it gonna be, Anthony?

(sighs)

I got nothing to tell you.

You're making
a very bad decision.

And I'm gonna do my best
to make sure that you regret it

for the rest of your life.

I'm gonna brief
the mayor and the D.A.

I'll be back in an hour.

You still don't get it.

No, you don't get it.

I snitch, I'm dead.

My girl is dead,
my daughter is dead.

Do you understand that?

We can protect your family.

(scoffs)

No, you can't.

(door opens)

You were right.

He is afraid of someone.

Yeah.

So afraid, he's willing to take
the fall for killing a cop.

Here you go.

(sighs) I'll get
you over to booking

when you're
done eating.

Unless you've had
a change of heart.

I didn't.

And I won't.

Who's that?
What's going on?

The guy in the suit,
he's the D.A.

You know who
the other guy is.

Roland Benitez.

You probably call him Mookie.

We got his prints on the car;
he wants to make a deal.

(scoffs)

No way.

No way. Mookie's no snitch.

You don't think so?

'Cause they didn't bring
the D.A. and the camera in

to make a YouTube video.

He might be in the room
with all that...

no, no way he's rolling on me.

(knock on door)

(whispering)

(sighs)

Mookie's definitely
a better speller.

What is that?

They make you write
a confession

before you do a video.

Looks like he's putting the gun
in your hands.

Let me see that.

That would be unprofessional.

(chuckles)

That ain't real, man.

What, you think I'm stupid?

I know
what you're doing.

Yeah, you're trying to fool me.

You give me too much credit,
Anthony.

You said you're gonna
take me to court.

What are you waiting for?

Do you really think

that I'm playing
some kind of trick on you?

Yeah, I do.

You ever heard the expression
"seeing is believing"?

What if I let you see Mookie
talking to the D.A.?

Would you believe me then?

(sighs)

D.A.: You can't tell me the
truths you want to tell me.

You can't just tell me
what I want to hear.

In order for us
to make this deal,

you have to tell me
everything.

Don, he can't be in here.

Two seconds.

I want him to see
this for himself.

MOOKIE:
Yeah, I'm not gonna lie.

D.A.:
Let's start with the car.

Were you worried about alarms?

By the time you hear the alarm
and you get to the window

in your boxer shorts,
I'm halfway down the block...

- Where is he?
- Relax.

TAYLOR: He's about
to put the final nail

in your coffin, my
friend. You're done.

D.A.: Okay, I'm gonna be
very specific.

I want to talk about the car
you stole yesterday.

I want the names of the people
who were with you.

Where is he?
I want to talk to him right now!

- Calm down.
- No, I want to talk to him!

- I didn't shoot that cop!
- Hey!

I didn't shoot that cop!

- Calm down!
- I'm not going down for this.

I want to talk
to the D.A.!

Right now, man!

I want to make
a deal, okay?

- I want to make a deal.
- Okay.

You'll have a chance
to tell your story. Let's go.

I am not going down

for this, man!

I didn't do this!

He's lying to you!

I didn't do this!

Nice job everybody.
We got him.

Now we need to
find the third guy

and determine who actually
pulled the trigger.

Looks like I missed all the fun.

LOVATO:
You did.

I think we just
flipped Lombardo.

I've got more
good news.

Guess whose name
showed up

on a list of former
Bright-Star employees.

- Lombardo.
- Yep.

He worked there as a messenger
for three months

during the same time
that Mark Riley was there.

They knew each other.

They fired Anthony
six months ago

when he stopped
showing up for work.

He's our inside man.

We've been homeboys
since we were 12, man.

I can't believe that bitch
turned on me like that.

Anthony, when you're in here,

it's every man for himself.

So, right now,

it's about saving yourself.

TAYLOR:
You knew Mark Riley.

You worked with him
at Bright-Star.

Look, him getting shot...

that was
never supposed to happen.

I believe you.

But no more lies, Anthony.

You tell me the
truth here and now,

I'll do everything
I can to help you.

But you lie to me just
once about anything,

I'll make sure you never live
to see the outside

of a prison ever again.

You understand?

(sniffs)

Me and Roland...

we owed Eric money for this
stash of weed we had to ditch

when the cops came at us
a few weeks ago.

It was a lot.

Like, ten grand worth.

What's Eric's last name?

Mookie didn't know.

He knows.

He didn't tell you
'cause he was scared.

Eric, man...

he's a stone-cold killer.

He's got bodies on him.

You got to promise me

that you're gonna
protect my family.

You have my word.

(sighs)

(quietly):
Oh, man.

Blaylock.

Eric Blaylock.

Eric, Eric, Eric.

Eric Blaylock.

Got him.

(door opens, closes)

So you decide to rob Bright-Star
as a way of paying Eric back.

(sniffs)
I told him

that me and Roland
could do the job.

He says he's got to come with

to make sure I don't skim
any money from the top

before he gets paid
what he's owed.

But Eric's crazy.

I told him I wasn't gonna do it

unless there was no guns.

That's pretty ballsy.

Robbing a cop with no gun.

Nah, I knew the routine
from working there.

I knew Mark carried a gun
on his right side in his pants.

I knew that if we came at him
with pepper spray, masks,

we could beat him down,
get the gun and the cash.

(groans)

(grunting)

We did it.

It worked, man. We had it.

I didn't know...

that he had another gun.

(gunshot)

(two gunshots)

(gunshot)

Get in!

(chuckles softly)

(sirens wailing)

LINDSAY:
Blaylock! NYPD, stop!

(gun clicking empty)

DANNY:
Stop right there!

Hands up!

Put your hands
in the air!

You want to live,
put your hands

in the air, get
on your knees!

On your knees!

(tires screeching)

See these cuffs?

They belong
to the man you murdered.

Go ahead.

Take a peek.

I'm sure you recognize
these guys.

I've never seen them before
in my life.

FLACK:
Come on.

You know this guy?

Nope.

How 'bout him?

You know him?

Yeah, I know him.

I know him real good.

And no matter what you say,

what you do to him,
what you promise him,

he ain't writing nothing,
and he ain't saying nothing.

Matter of fact,

I think he wants a lawyer.

(sighs)

Smug son of a bitch.

He's lucky
he didn't catch a bullet.

All right,
at least we have him

for two counts
of attempted murder

on Lindsay and Lovato,
so he's not going anywhere.

The gun we recovered in the
alley wasn't Mark Riley's.

We're working on a search
warrant for Eric's place.

Don't expect it
to turn up there.

And the car was wiped clean.

He did a good job of covering
his tracks up on that.

So, as it stands right now,
we have no forensic evidence

that links him
to Mark Riley's murder.

We need a confession.

That's not likely.

He just lawyered up.

Well...

that just means
we can't talk to him.

But maybe somebody else can.

(cell door slides open)

♪

I didn't give you up.

I swear to God, man.

I swear to God,
Mookie flipped on us.

Man, he gave up the whole thing.

You stupid bastard.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

Dude wrote a confession.

I saw it;
he flipped on both of us.

Shut up!

Eric...

Mookie didn't
give anything up.

Mookie's dead.

No, man, he isn't.
He can't be. I saw him.

And I saw him, too.

I saw that cop
shoot him in the leg

while he was
running away.

(gunshot)

(groans)

ERIC:
He bled out in the front seat

of the car right
in front of me.

I watched him die.

Then I shoved him in the trunk
of the car.

No, that's not possible.

I'm telling you, man,
I saw it with my own eyes.

He was making the video, man.
He was talking to the D.A.!

There is no video!

He didn't confess!

They played you,
Anthony.

Those cops played you.

D.A.: Were you worried
about alarms, Mr. Benitez?

Alarms?

By the time

you hear the alarm,
I'm halfway down the block

listening to
your satellite radio.

(computer beeping)

♪

Alarms?

By the time you hear the alarm,
I'm halfway down the block

listening to
your satellite radio.

Did you tell them
I shot the cop?

Did you?

They already knew, man.

I swear it, Mookie told them.

There is no Mookie!

(yelling)

I'm gonna kill you.

Come on, man.

The first chance I get,
I'm gonna kill you!

You got played,
you stupid bitch!

You got played.

(yelling)

Done. Done!
(laughs)

In the boat.

Filleted, pan-fried,
on the plate.

Oh, that was perfect.

Anthony's statement
plus Blaylock's

corroborating statement
gives us

a rock-solid felony murder case
against both guys.

Yeah, thank God
for civilized lies.

It's moments like
these remind me

- how much I love this job.
- (sighs)

I'm only gonna
say this once.

Did an amazing job
in that room.

Thank you.

Yeah, our work
is done here.

Let's wrap it
up and go home.

(kids giggling)

(people chattering)

Detective Messer,

- thank you for coming.
- Oh, not at all.

This is my
husband, Danny.

Hey. How you doing?

I'm so sorry
for your loss.

You should know, every cop

that worked in Manhattan
for the past 20 years...

they knew your father.

He was something special.

Thank you, guys.

Uh, can you, you know,
come in for a second?

- Have bite to eat?
- Oh, no. Thank you.

We just wanted
to pay our respects.

And, uh, I wanted
to give you something.

I made a few
phone calls.

It's yours.

Course, you don't get to
wear it till you graduate

from the
academy, but...

every time you pin it
on your uniform,

you can think of your dad
and what he represented.

I'd say make him proud,

but... he already was.

Thank you for everything.

Excuse me.

(quietly):
They, uh, gave me Dad's badge.

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