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I ain't letting this guy get away with what he done to you.

I told you to let the FBI do their job.

They ain't doing it.

This is the last time I'm telling you.

Let it go. Okay.

I will.

Fifty meters! Rpg! Rpg!

Franks is down!

Franks, you alive?

Can you grab your rifle?

Grab your rifle. Franks!

Franks!

Most people

they want to be seen for who they are.

They want to be understood.

Your brother called last night.

Mike, you hear me?

Said your brother called.

Someone's scamming you, Mary.

I ain't got no brother.

I'm coming.

Ms. O'Neill?

Got a big one for you.

Going to California.

San Diego.

Buyer needs it by Friday. You get it there on time

without no heat, you're good.

How good?

Two grand.

Hey. You leave here again,

don't bother coming back.

Franks was like anyone else.

He wanted to be seen for who he was.

He wanted to be understood.

Tish found him.

She understood him.

And he loved her for that.

But then he made her a promise he couldn't keep.

Ma'am.

He couldn't stand by

when the man that hurt her was out there.

So... He broke his promise and he waited.

He waited for the person that hurt his person.

He should have told me about it when it was happening,

'cause I would have understood that

pretty damn well.

No. No, I thought I'd be home, too, babe.

Still stuck at the office.

Nah, I'll just shower here

before everyone starts barking at me.

Yeah. Okay. I love you, too.

You understand what I'm saying?

- I don't want to complicate... - Take a step back.

I need you to calm down.

Well, i-I'm just trying to report it. Sir,

this is a public area. You cannot be staying here

with your friends. You cannot stay here.

Look, man, I'm just... Sir, I need you

to calm down. I'm trying to report it, man.

Take a step back or... Hey, hey!

You're not listening! Sir, stay where you are.

I didn't... I'm asking... Federal agent. What's going on?

Guy's loitering.

I'm not loitering.

You were in the corps?

2/26 in khe sanh.

I got him.

You sure? I don't want to dump that on you.

I'm good.

Can't be here, brother.

Want a lift to a shelter?

I'm not loitering, man.

I walked up to ask him for help.

My buddy is gone.

Underpass ain't far from here.

Think he could have gone there?

No, man.

He's gone.

He's dead.

Where?

A friend led you here?

Yeah.

Wonder how long they've been living out here.

Friend give us the victim's name?

Marine Lance corporal Peter rice.

He was with 2/26 in Vietnam.

I didn't find anything up the hill.

Anything down here need tagging?

Brick, brick.

Looks like our murder weapon?

Yeah.

Red Mark on the outside of the hood

- lines up with the wound. - Wow.

Who knew brick could disintegrate like that?

It's old enough and you swing it hard enough, why not?

You okay, boss? You look exhausted.

Not in a bad way. You just have

huge bags under your eyes.

Long night.

I'm still fuzzy on the details.

You were walking down the street

and the victim's friend flagged you down?

I didn't know he was walking.

Why were you walking in ocean side at the crack of dawn?

You thought he was driving? Why would that

- make more sense than walking? - I don't know.

What were you doing on the street?

I was helping him.

His name's Tom molina. Lance corporal.

He's taking it hard.

Okay.

You were the one that found him?

Yeah. I mean, we went to sleep, same as always.

Then I woke up and he was gone.

I walked out and I saw him just...

L-Laying there.

And we head down that way

to go to the bathroom or something.

Maybe he got up to go in the night.

Someone hit him on the way.

You hear anything? See anything?

No.

In Vietnam

Pete saved my life.

He pulled me and three other guys out of a vc tunnel.

We got home,

and people spit on us.

They kicked us when we were down.

And we couldn't find a way to get back up.

People never saw him as the guy

that pulled us out of that tunnel.

Hello?

Stay here. Federal agent.

I just want to... hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop! Hey!

Hey!

Federal agent!

Damn it!

Mary Jo. Living it up at the front desk.

Hey. How you doing?

We seeing any action on that bolo?

Which one was yours?

Guy that ran from Gibbs at our crime scene. Denim jacket,

eagle on the back.

Yeah, no. No one's called it in.

Okay. Dang it.

They weren't supposed to fold these.

What is it?

Motivational posters.

There's this new store at the mall.

They didn't have the ones I wanted,

so they said they'd mail them.

But all of these have creases.

Hey, mj.

Any hit on our bolo?

How about I let you know if anybody sees the guy.

Like every other bolo before.

May I? "Teamwork."

"Reaching toward tomorrow

"before the end" before the end

of today. "Of today."

That's actually not what teamwork is at all.

Kind of sounds more like "scheduling."

Morning.

How are you? You know what,

it's nice to just be asked.

How may I help you? Detective Archer,

ocean side pd.

An agent Franks put out a bolo. Eagle jacket?

Yeah. You Franks? No. Randolf.

Franks is in with a witness. This is agent dominguez.

Hi. Hi.

Well, I got some stuff on your guy.

I'm underselling it.

I've got this whole

huge folder I can run you through.

Yeah, great. Follow me.

Thank you.

Vera.

Oceanside detective just came through.

Easy on the eyes, normal, no ring.

No, girl, not for me, I'm talking about for you.

Front and back.

That the guy you're looking for?

Yeah, that's him.

Beautiful.

How's that for inter agency cooperation?

Heck, yeah.

Name's Jonathan Smith.

Homeless, another veteran. He was the victim of

a similar attack two weeks ago, few miles from yours.

Suspect hit him in the ribs with a pipe and then fled.

You mind?

No, take 'em all, buddy.

Whole file's for you. So, Smith

walks up to our crime scene

wondering if our killer was the same guy that hurt him.

Then why'd he run?

Scared of cops.

He's terrified.

I managed to take those photos,

but he's been dodging us ever since.

You've been looking for him? Yeah.

Smith's the only solid witness we've got.

We've documented four other attacks

on homeless in the area

over the past three months,

all by the same suspect.

White male, wears a hoodie and a low cap.

Sometimes uses his fists,

sometimes he uses a pipe.

He's a real class act.

Yours was the first time he used a brick.

His first homicide. But, makes sense.

Guy gets his rocks off doing random violence.

Sorry to interrupt.

I do profiling.

That's what I do.

My two cents, your guy has a superiority complex.

He, preys on people

he thinks nobody cares about. Well stated.

Profiling?

Yeah. But don't mind me, I'm just,

delivering paper clips for Mary Jo.

Last attack, we tracked the suspect back

to markley's tavern on 5th.

Photos of all the viable suspects

in the bar that night.

I questioned them at length, they all denied it.

But you think our guy is somewhere in this group?

And you're looking for the one witness that can ID him.

Our friend in the eagle jacket.

Jonathan Smith.

Smith was the only victim who got a good look.

But now that I've got the suspects,

I can't track him down.

Even if you manage to,

good luck getting him to talk.

Like I said, he's terrified of cops.

You'll keep me in the loop?

I got to run.

Got some more crime to fight?

Something like that.

Yeah.

Wow. He's got, like,

a real Kevin costner thing going on, right?

Prince of thieves.

Yeah! Yes!

He's like Robin hood,

but with a beard. Yes.

I love that movie. I saw it twice.

So good. So friggin' good. Wow.

You sure you didn't know the guy that was running?

I never seen him before.

Once you get something to eat, I'll take you over to the va.

They'll help find you a place to stay.

I was thinking I should write down,

like, what I know about Pete.

You know, his stories.

Maybe one of his family members

will come forward and... And they'll want 'em.

He's got a niece somewhere.

That's good thinking.

What we saw over there shouldn't get buried.

Even if nobody wants to hear it.

Draft get you? Yeah.

Army. I went marines instead.

I got a tattoo.

It's a butterfly.

We saw a whole swarm of them one day in the jungle.

Couple of us guys got the tattoo when we came back.

Pete, too.

I don't know what it's supposed to mean.

We were drunk when we got 'em.

You think I should draw that here for the niece?

You mind if we stop at my place on the way to the va?

We can eat there.

Sure.

Hey, how much gas you want?

Pay me now. I'll pump while you clean up.

I'm good. Nothing for today, thanks.

Then you're stealing water from me.

Come on, man.

No, you pull your bike up, make it look like

you're filling up so's you got time to steal my water.

I'm thirsty. Give me a break.

Zero scruples, people like you.

Look, I got just enough gas to get me where I'm going.

I got a package to deliver.

Way back, I'll have the money to fill up here.

Yeah, sure you will.

I can tell just by looking at you.

Zero scruples. Zero honor.

Son of a bitch.

Stop! Hey!

Hey!

This is delicious. Thank you.

Not a problem.

Sure you don't mind?

We'll just wet you down for now.

You're welcome to take a shower when you're done.

Wash off the hair.

Thank you, ma'am.

Let's scoot you a little closer.

This thing takes forever to get warm. Sorry.

That's okay.

Here we go.

Let me know how this is.

Still too cold?

Are you okay?

Mike!

Mike. Tom?

Hey.

I'm sorry, it's the s-sound.

Them jungle monsoons

they slide back to you real easy, don't they?

Yeah, me too.

You ain't alone.

Where are the addresses?

Hey, Mary Jo?

Why'd you stop singing?

Didn't know you were back here.

That Robin hood song really gets you going?

Yeah, it's-it's stuck in my head

'cause that detective reminded Vera of Kevin costner.

Hey, I can't find the

I marked all the suspects for you on the map, clear as day.

Yes, but I need the actual addresses instead of...

Back of the file, just like I told you.

Thanks.

No one's gonna see your poster back there.

I don't like the creases,

but I don't want them going to waste.

This is randolf. Franks: Rando.

Checking in. Hey, boss.

We got a hit on the bolo.

Yeah, I know all that. I talked to Gibbs earlier.

Well, I'm about to head out, chat with our suspects.

Gibbs is at doc tango's. Lala's back at the crime scene,

canvassing for our witness, Jonathan Smith,

eagle jacket. Yeah. We think he can ID our guy?

Well, if anyone can get him to do it, it's lala.

Anyway, we got to find the guy first.

We tried getting info on him from the va,

but they didn't have him on file, so... Figures.

I'm here with molina now.

You're still at the va?

Yeah, I'm trying to get him signed up.

He wasn't registered, either.

Lot of these guys got back from the war,

last thing we wanted

was anything to do with the government.

Right.

Listen, front desk is backed up.

We've been waiting in the hall the past hour.

I don't know when I'll be back.

We got it covered, boss.

All right.

Haircut looks good on you.

Death is a direct result of cerebral trauma

caused by multiple blunt force impacts to the head.

Wasn't much blood at the scene.

Well, his hood was up.

Attacker struck him on the outside of it.

It was pretty absorbent, though,

far as containing the spatter

and soaking up the bleeding.

We were careful to preserve

any of the fragments on the outside of the hood.

Woody should be able to confirm

the brick was your murder weapon.

Tell him the rest of the stuff.

Irrelevant to the cause of death.

Yeah, we gave him the cause of death, and now

we are moving on to the impressions and musings.

Between his haircut and my haircut,

you wouldn't guess that I'm the one

who's in touch with the universe.

Both his legs and torso were riddled with shrapnel.

He had half a bullet lodged in his left shoulder.

His right kneecap was obliterated.

Vietnam?

His lungs were a mess.

Whatever he breathed in over there

has been slowly killing him for years.

Agent orange.

Likely.

What's the "universe" part?

When he was a baby

somebody cared.

Somebody changed his diapers.

Somebody fed him.

Somebody loved him, probably.

And somehow, he has a body full of metal

and he was living on the streets.

Murdered.

Prime example of a universe out of whack.

San Diego veterans affairs.

Hello.

San Diego va, can I help you?

Yeah, I'm out here, my bike just got lifted,

everything got taken. I just, I, I...

Are you registered with us?

No, but I am a vet.

I just

I need someone to come out here and pick me up.

Sir, before I can help you with any request,

I'll need you to come down and register.

Do you have a family member that could pick you up

and bring you into the office?

No.

What about a neighbor or-or...

Hey! Hey, stop.

Your tire!

Stop!

Hey, your tire's flat. Hold up.

You're driving on the rim.

Damn it.

Didn't hear it?

My radio was up.

Didn't feel it hit nothing?

If I would have felt it hit something, I would have stopped.

You got a minute to help me with the spare?

Agent Franks, if you'll sign right here at the bottom...

Agent Franks?

If I could just get your signature,

we can help Mr. Molina from here.

Apologies for the wait.

Find him a place to stay? For sure.

We'll keep you posted on where he lands.

You'll be able to contact him when you need to. Thank you.

You good?

I left some stuff back at your office.

I-I don't need the jacket, but...

You'll get what I wrote to Pete's niece if she asks for it?

I will.

I'll be in touch.

I'll let you know when we catch the guy.

Boss.

Hey.

Molina's all set? Yeah.

You went to doc tango's?

Yeah.

I had a thought.

Our witness, Jonathan Smith.

He's a vet, right?

I figure if anyone knows where he is,

if anyone understands him,

maybe knows how to ease his mind,

get him to talk to us, it'd be another vet.

I knew they had support groups here.

Lady up front said that there's a bunch of 'em meeting today.

I thought that we could ask around.

Least we might get people talking,

asking their friends.

These guys that come here,

they make it a point to be connected.

Someone's got to know someone that knows him, right?

We find him,

then all we got to do is get him to talk.

Mr. Smith. Hello.

Have a seat, please. I don't want to.

That's fine. Standing is good, too.

I'm Cecilia. It's too bright.

I can't. I can't.

It's okay. You're okay. No, no. See that?

That's better, right?

Look at that.

Just like candlelight mass on Christmas Eve.

He goes to my church sometimes.

That's how we know each other.

Mr. Smith, we can do this really fast

and you can be on your way.

You don't have to be afraid.

The man that hurt you

he's hurting other people, too.

We just want to stop him from doing it again.

I didn't do nothing wrong.

I know. I know that. You're gonna lock me up.

After this, you're gonna lock me up. No.

I'm-i'm... You're gonna tell him who I am

and he's gonna come back and get me!

No. I won't tell.

I won't tell.

You have my word.

Mr. Smith, do you see the man that hit you?

It's okay.

Don't let him hurt me again.

Jeremy r. Brody.

Ignore the other pictures.

That you?

You know why you're here?

Not really. Come on, bud.

I explained the whole thing on the ride over.

What were you up to last night?

Sleeping.

Got anyone that can verify that?

I already told him. I live alone.

What, you got plans?

So do I, man.

This isn't necessary.

Wait... you think I'm out killing people?

I was home sleeping.

That's what I do at night. I sleep.

I called detective Archer.

Left a message with an update.

Vera had this guy pegged.

Superiority complex, big time.

We got a witness. ID'd you.

Said you hit a homeless guy in the head

with a pipe two weeks ago.

Who's the witness?

Like I said, we don't divulge...

None of your damn business.

Well, whoever it is,

you better go get their eyes checked.

I didn't hit anyone.

Ask the other cop. I told him all this before.

He was writing it all down.

Detective Archer? Yeah, that guy.

Grilled me about it for two hours.

Searched my car for that pipe, didn't find anything.

We found the pipe.

Has your prints on it.

Watch and learn.

Franks can sell a lie like no other.

Yeah, okay.

I hit a guy with that pipe.

I was wasted.

It was a joke, man.

I knocked him down and he stood right back up.

Wasn't no joke.

I did the pipe and I hit the other guys,

but that's it.

I didn't kill anyone.

You own this room?

You stand here getting guys to admit to things they didn't do?

You don't own me.

I didn't kill no one

and you're not gonna get me to say that I did.

You're nothing but a badge in pants, man.

You're nothing.

Boss.

Randy's getting him booked for the assault.

Let him simmer for the night.

He'll be ready to talk about our victim come morning.

Got a problem?

Good as new.

It'll get you to where you need to go.

I appreciate it.

Hey.

Thanks again.

It's not a handout. You helped me.

I was on a plane once, going overseas.

Kid next to me was playing this song

on one of them little radios.

He didn't want to leave home, you know?

You a veteran?

You an Indian?

Among other things.

Things like what?

I'm a hairdresser.

What do you charge for a cut?

You scared me.

I thought you were working late.

I meant to stop going after him like you said.

Took this to the office to shred it.

But I put it in my desk drawer instead.

Got Wheeler to call in another favor at the FBI.

They said that

part of your statement

was that, when he held you down

you saw burn scars on his neck.

They got a tip that one of his victims saw him

coming out of a laundromat in ocean side, middle of the night.

I've been staking it out since Monday.

I lied to you about being at work.

Now, I'm in that laundromat,

and I'm watching the clothes go around.

And all I can think about is you.

Rolling up in that old Chevy.

And saving me.

And I know there's no saving you back.

And I know I promised you

that I would stop going after him, but.

I can't.

Now, I'm asking you to love me anyway.

Can you?

I don't know.

Yeah.

Okay. Thank you, Woody.

Murder weapon was the brick

we found at the crime scene. Woody confirmed it.

We'll let Franks know

before he questions Brody again in the morning.

Randy's just finishing up with the booking paperwork.

You ever hear back from Kevin costner?

No. Left him another message with an update.

Holding pattern till tomorrow, then.

Franks couldn't wait to get out of here tonight.

You know why?

Maybe to check on molina.

He's at a shelter now, right?

Has Franks ever talked to you about Vietnam?

No.

You?

You think he would ever

go to one of those groups at the va?

A support group?

Hell no.

Yeah.

You think those groups help?

Feeling... Understood or

getting the universe back on track?

Wait.

Wh-what do... Hey.

I got your messages.

The hell?

You find Smith?

You get him to ID Brody?

You get Brody to confess?

Feeling pretty awful about my skills over here.

Sorry to barge in, there was no one

at the front desk. We've got Brody down in holding.

He confessed to your homicide, too? Just the assault.

He's claiming he was at home sleeping

when Peter rice was killed.

We're gonna let him simmer.

Question him again in the morning.

You mind if I give it a go?

I put in some time questioning him on the assault.

Got to know him a little.

His buttons.

I mean, you guys got him on the ropes.

Maybe I could help out.

Mr. Brody.

It's good to see you again.

How's life?

You eat yet? What are you all...

Detective Archer's trying to get your guy to cop to murder

that's, that's interesting.

You didn't hear?

What? No, no.

No, I, I just came down here

to see if you saw the inspirational poster

in the bathroom.

Archer's got a little bad cop in him?

Should we let Franks know he's in there?

You a big, tough guy?

You're nothing but a badge in pants, man.

You're nothing.

Come here!

Get him off me!

Get off me! Off... Get the hell off me!

Get off! That's enough.

Too good to be friggin' true.

You good with black?

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks.

That stuff that kid said in there

about me being nothing?

My wife said pretty much the same thing.

Then she left me.

Anyway.

I got behind at work.

I should have been able to close this case two weeks ago.

Maybe your victim would still be here.

You know, people

think that I've got it all together.

Sorry, I sound like I need a shrink.

Think it would help?

Detective Archer?

Yeah.

Mike Franks.

I'll walk you out.

Meet me in the bullpen.

Is he mad? Yeah.

Was he icy?

Icy is definitely the worst.

But icy followed by yelling... that's just duck and cover.

The detective is on his way home to think about what he done.

I'm having it out with his captain in the morning.

Now, which one of y'all let him into my room?

Me. I did.

You should know better than that.

So should you.

Sorry, boss.

Sorry's a sign of weakness.

Ain't y'all ever watched the Duke?

Well, what are you waiting for... the guy do it or not?

He lawyered up. I know he lawyered up,

dominguez, thanks to you all, he ain't gonna talk to me now.

I'm asking if he killed our marine.

Get the damn phone, ran do.

Yes, sir.

Special agent randolf.

Jeremy Brody admitted the assault,

- denies our murder. - He's still claiming

he was at home sleeping when rice was killed.

Alibi is basically nonexistent. Evidence?

Woody confirmed the brick was our murder weapon, but nothing

to tie it to Brody. Thank you so much. Bye.

Boss?

That was the va.

There was an incident at the shelter

where they placed molina.

He woke up having some kind of war flashback.

He got violent with another guy in there.

He didn't realize what he was doing.

The staff intervened, no one got injured, but

I guess it was pretty bad.

We tested the particles with forensics.

They match the brick that was the murder weapon.

Think you had a flashback,

like what happened at the shelter last night.

I don't remember what happened at the shelter.

All I know is I woke up and everyone was...

Yelling.

Yeah, I know.

I killed Pete?

It wasn't really you.

It was the war.

I'll make sure they take that into account

when it comes to sentencing.

Nah, keep it.

Keep it till you can't.

They train you to kill.

How come they don't untrain you when you come back?

Most people,

they want to be seen for who they are.

They want to be understood. Hey.

It's good to see you again.

Glad you decided to join us.

Take a seat wherever.

There's coffee, then let's start.

Thanks.

This taken?

Leroy.

Franks was like anyone else.

He wanted to be seen for who he was.

He wanted to be understood.

I do love you anyway.

But I can't be with you anymore.

I'm sorry.

- Tish found him. - She understood him.

And he loved her for that.

I think we should keep some.

There you are.

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