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POLICE BAND:
1-7 Sector George. Be advised,
report of a 10-30 at 695...

POLICE BAND 2:
Two-Five Henry,
be advised of a 10-31

at Lexington Ave.
Between 115 and 116 Street.

( siren blaring)

Tyrell, can I
get a picture?
Tyrell, over here!

( people shouting
over each other)

For my kids.
Thanks a lot, man.

MAN 2:
Tyrell Mann.

Congratulations.
What a day.

One you'll long remember.

We figured you'd go
in the first round,

but no one thought you'd
be a top-five pick.

How'd you make it happen?

Well, you know,
people underestimated me

because I come
from a small school,

but I busted open
at the combine,

Mr. Enberg.

You're drafted by
the division champs.

Any predictions?

Super Bowl, baby.
All the way.

Super Bowl bling for the Mann.

My, it looks as
if you have a fan.

Hey, everybody wants
to be Super Mann.

Thanks.

Hey, it's a bird,
it's a plane, it's...

Matthew Palmer.

Found this ten
feet from the vic.

TAYLOR:
Credit card...

couple of business cards...

all belonging to Matthew Palmer.

No cash.

Robbery gone bad?
Bigger question is:

What's with
the superhero outfit?

FLACK:
Well, I'm thinking costume party
or publicity stunt.

Football draft's in town.

Tyrell Mann was a
come-from-behind first-round
pick today.

And they call him

"Super Mann."

REPORTER:
I'm with the press. Excuse me.

Oh, here we go.

Hey, Jane?

That tape's there

for a reason.
Come on, Flack.

You're only as good
as your last exclusive.

Oh, yeah, I know...
When we know something,

you're the first,
I promise.
( cell phone rings)

Mac Taylor.

Bye.

We're on our way.

( indistinct voices)

A guy in a cape.

Clothes left
inside a phone booth.

Come on, Mac.

No way.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

Give me your wallet.

Now!

Come on, bitch, you got earwax?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

And the last time I saw him,

he was chasing
the guy who robbed me.

Mr. Palmer, I'm going
to need the address

of that ATM.

Yeah.

You, uh, thought that
was me in the alley, huh?

Well, we found your wallet
next to the victim's body.

The man in the
superhero costume?

Yeah.

That man saved my life.

I'm never going
to be able to thank him.

♪ ♪

I should put a "Do Not
Disturb" sign on the door.

You're grumpy this morning.

I've got a full house,

and your John Doe isn't
making my job any easier.

What do you have so far, Sid?

Your vic was no man of steel.

He's seen a lot of action,
but none of it related

to cause of death. Souvenirs.

Been pulling stuff
out of him all morning.

Round from a .22 in his thigh.

Three or four years old.

Damage was minimal, most likely

a defective load.

Old piece of scissors
buried deep in his shoulder.

Hmm. We
have a witness

who says the victim
was chasing a man with a knife.

That blade came

out of a long-healed wound.

At least three years.

By the sloppy scar,
I'd say the vic

did his own patchwork.

So what about C.O.D.?
Already sent blood to Tox.

Next I'll start
taking him apart.

See what made him stop ticking.

( indistinct
radio transmissions)

MESSER:
Tyrell Mann.
They called him

Super Mann.
With good reason.

45 college career touchdowns,
over 3,000 career rushing yards,

and he averaged
7.2 yards a carry.
Don't tell me you know

a little something
about football, please.

Is that so hard to believe?

No, it's just dangerous.

I might ask you

to marry me.

Sad.

Sad. This kid

had the best day
of his life yesterday.

Somebody decided
to make it his last.

Who found him?

Uh... Ernie Albergo

from Room Service.
He knocked,

didn't hear anybody
and let himself in.

And who's this guy wearing out
the carpet behind him?

Tyrell Mann's personal
physician-slash-trainer.

And he's not leaving
until he gets some answers.

Puncture wound.

Seems too big to be
from a syringe, huh?

It's odd. He doesn't
have any bruising

or any defensive wounds.

Nothing to indicate
he struggled.

So the attacker
came up from behind him.

Surprised him.

If that's his only injury...

why is he dead?

It doesn't look
like enough blood

to indicate he bled out.

Yeah, the carpet is dark,

and there's padding underneath.

I'll get it to Pino,

see if he can
squeeze out enough blood

to confirm C.O.D.

What could kill somebody this
big and this strong that fast?

Let's tackle that question.

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ I remember... ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ I remember... ♪

♪ I-I know ♪

♪ Cause and effect... ♪

♪ Cau-Cau-Cause and effect,
effect, effect... ♪

♪ Old laws of cause and... ♪

♪ It's the old law l-l-law... ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

Yo.

Hey.

Managed to pull a workable print

off the glasses
found in the phone booth,

and they match your John Doe.

So he changed in the phone booth

before he came to the
rescue at the ATM.

Yeah, it's just like
the real deal.

This look odd to you?

No zippers, no laces,
consistent with

prisoners and people
on suicide watch.
Yeah.

Anything from Missing Persons?

Not yet.

Huh.

I-I just don't see the upside.

What do you mean?

What would make

a man put on a superhero suit

and... and risk it all?

The naive belief that one man
can make a difference.

What you got here?

Glass.

Found it on both the clothes
and the superhero suit.

If we can determine
the elemental

composition of this glass,

it might tell us
where it came from.

Now it's time for us
to use our superpowers.

And help I.D. our vic.

This can't be right.

We got an IBIS hit from
the .22 found on the vic.

Came back from a solved case.

The shooter's in Rikers.

Said he was robbing
a bodega two years ago

when a man in a
superhero suit attacked him.

Another crime foiled
by our mystery hero.

Vigilante's more like it.

Oh, come on, Mac,
he helped people.

Yeah, and he was killed
for his trouble.

When you were a kid,
you ever tie a towel

around your neck,
pretend to be a superhero?

Little Mac Man, maybe?

Sergeant Rock.

Couldn't get me out of
fatigues when I was a kid.

Detectives, I've got
your LIBS results.

Let's have it.

Look, I just want
you guys to know

that I ran the test
like three times,

along
with multiple control samples

just to make sure.

The instruments were
working fine,

so I did it again and, well,

I got the same result, so...
All right, Adam.

Spit it out.

The glass that Dr. Hawkes pulled
from our John Doe,

it tested positive for krypton.

Krypton?

Kryptonite was
Superman's only weakness.

Well, that explains everything.

PINO:
Lindsay, can you
hand me that scalpel?

MESSER:
Since when do you work
the day shift, Pino?

Hey, I was out of here
five hours ago,

and then the man came in.

Tyrell Mann.

I could not pass up
this autopsy.

You see the air bubbles escaping

from the heart?

The vic did not bleed out,
Lindsay.

There was not enough blood
on the carpet

from the scene... you were right.

The cause of death
is an air embolism.

So, air was forced
into the bloodstream.

Yeah. Via
the murder weapon.

Something punctured

the external jugular vein here.

Due to negative pressure
in the veins

that suck blood
towards the heart

the air mixes with blood,
causing the bubbles to form

producing a valve lock.

Your vic probably
struggled to take
one, maybe two breaths,

collapsed immediately.
Any idea what

the murder weapon might be?

No. Not so far.

Footballs.

There were two balls signed
by Mann that were inflated.

And then there were two that
were flat that weren't signed.

Somebody was pumping air
into those balls.

A sport pump has a needle
that would be consistent

with the wound and an embolism.

But, Danny, we turned
that hotel suite upside down...

We didn't see
anything like that.

Killer took it with him.

I may have a clue that points
you in the right direction.

That writing was covered
with blood.

It appears to be several digits
of a phone number.

Now, the woman you're
looking for wears
long-lasting lipstick.

There's a lot of oil

for moisturizing lips.

Doesn't wash off so easily
with water.

"Call Me."

The last letter is an E.

I found it smeared in lipstick

on the hotel sheets.

So I can take these numbers
and combine them

with the two I found
and possibly get

to mystery woman number one.

Now for the extra point.

Our vic suffers
from a floating kneecap.

It's an injury that he sustained
at least four years ago.

There's evidence of injections
of corticosteroids,

anti-inflammatory drugs,
and the ligaments

beneath the patella
barely holding together.
Wait a minute here.

Nobody's going
to sign him first
round if he's got

a knee injury like that.

They will if they
don't know about it.

Well, how do you keep
something like that secret?

You hire a personal
physician-slash-trainer.

Mr. Pruitt, how you doing?

Some water, please.

Why don't you just leave me
your card, Detective?

I've answered enough
questions today.

Well, I bet you didn't answer
the most important one.

You ever hear of extortion?

How much was Mann paying you
to keep his secret?

That's a serious knee injury
he's got.

Tyrell Mann was healthy.

Don't you read the papers?

He ran a 4.3 40
at the combine.

Miracles of modern medicine.

You inject him with painkillers
and cortisone every day...

or every other day?

I just did what the college
paid me to do.

I took care
of their scholarship athlete.

That's not a crime.

I talked to the athletic
department.

They said you took a leave
of absence two months ago.

Tyrell asked me to get him ready
for the draft.

And he paid you with...?

A promise.

That when he got drafted,
I get everything he owed me.

Bet you never imagined

he'd go fourth
in the first round.

What are we talking about,

$3 million, $4 million
guaranteed signing bonus?

That couldn't
have happened
without you

keeping his knee healthy.

Keeping his secret
suddenly cost him more

than he bargained for, right?

Maybe he didn't want to pay you.

And I killed him for it.

I don't know, maybe you two
get into an argument.

Things get out of hand.

If you had any proof of that,

I'd be sitting in a jail cell
asking to make my one phone call

instead of here
on this barstool.

You were in

Tyrell Mann's suite last night.

You lost your stylus.

We found it underneath his body
covered in blood.

I stopped by his suite to go
over the next day's schedule.

I dropped it.

So what are you...
His secretary, also?

You know that kid
was an amazing athlete.

All he wanted was one year.

One year to play football
in the NFL,

and yes, he offered me
a lot of money

to help him do that.

Now why would
I kill my meal
ticket, Detective?

Why would I kill my friend?

Autopsy report came back
on our superhero.

Traces of Risperidone
and Lithium.

Not enough for cause of death.

He was taking an antipsychotic
drug and an antidepressant.

Hey, Flack just
dropped this off.

It's the prescription
P.D. found in the alley.

It was written by a Dr. Burr

from the New York
Psychiatric Home.

New York Psychiatric Home...

What, what is it?

Tox flagged Risperidone

and lithium in our vic.

One treats depressive disorders.

The other delusional psychosis.

Explains why our John Doe
thought he was Superman.

Yes, this is a sheet
from my prescription pad,

but I didn't write it.

I'm not in the business

of writing prescriptions
to non-patients.

Someone must have
broken into my office.

Well, sir, then we will need
a sample

of your handwriting
to compare.
Of course.

Was this man a patient here?

That's Clark.

Clark?

Clark Kranen.

His mother committed him
about 25 years ago.

( door buzzing)

This was Clark's room.

He came to us with
developmental difficulties.

He had limitations in
mental functioning and
communication skills.

What was his official diagnosis?

He had what we'd call

mild mental retardation.

But he still needed help
taking care of himself.

MAN:
Excuse me,
Dr. Burr.

Miss Williams is looking
for you.

Mr. Zimmerman is
acting up again.

Perhaps Mr. Dox can answer
any more of your questions.

Excuse me.

( patient sobbing in distance)

Clark needed help
taking care of himself.

Yet he managed to help
complete strangers.

I guess when he put
his mind to it,

he had no limitations.

Hey, Mac.

Check this out.

( indistinct radio transmission)

Old police band radio.

Let's see what else we can find.

Krypton is used as a
low-pressure filling gas

in fluorescent lighting.

TAYLOR:
Look. Broomstick.

Looks like Clark used
the broomstick

to break the light so

no one on the outside
would see him

sneaking out of the hospital.

That explains why he had
the krypton and glass on him.

Karate trophy.
Did he win this?

Mr. Dox.

Clark was quite

the athlete, huh?

That's mine.

Clark liked it, so...
I let him keep it.

You two were good friends.

Oh, everyone liked Clark.

What about the man

in this picture here?

DOX:
That's Steve,
Clark's older brother.

He was in a few days ago.

Regular visitor?

No, Steve only showed up
once a month.

Like clockwork.

Clark had a routine.

He'd get dressed up,
pack a suitcase.

Steve promised he'd
take him home one day.

He never did.

The visits always ended up
in a fight.

Last one got pretty nasty.

You know where I can find Steve?

No. We get a lot of mail
stamped "return to sender."

We stopped asking.

Thank you.

What kind of man
lies to his brother?

Hello.

Mac Taylor.
Stella Bonasera.

Hi.

Flash.

Thor.

The Aquaman.

He doesn't like to-to talk.

Clark's dead, isn't he?

Yes. I'm sorry.

AQUAMAN:
Clark... was...

my friend.

Do you know who killed him?

It's still under investigation.

How did you know
that Clark was murdered?

He said there were enemies
inside this place.

He was going to see

that justice was served.

So the blood from
Mann's championship

high school football ring
comes back female.

Nothing in the database, though.

What do you got?

DNA from the lipstick
on the sandwich.

Also came back female.

The lipstick matches everything

I found on the bedsheets.

The bodily fluids, the sweat.

Nothing in the database.

Let's see if we can snap
these Legos together, huh?

MONROE:
Hmm, not a match.

Two different women.

All we have to do is find them.

HAWKES:
All right, this is
the ATM footage

from the night Clark
was murdered.

There's Matthew Palmer.
Mm-hmm.

Freeze that.

Can we do any better
on the perp?

Let's get a little closer.

( chuckles)

Do you know him?

Oh, yeah.
His name's Carter.

Carter England.

He's been feeding the habit
with ATM stickups.

HAWKES:
And here comes our superhero.

Sounds like motive to me.

( indistinct shouting)

FLACK:
I'm confused, Carter.

Up till now, it's been
bag snatches and stickups.

I never thought
you had it in you

to graduate to murder.

Murder?

Nah, son.

You got the wrong brother.

Pull down your hood.
Take off your hat.

I want to see your pretty face.

Yo, that nutjob had it coming.

That nutjob stopped you
from knifing a man

at an ATM for 300 bucks.

In my book, killing him for that
is like killing a cop.

All I'm saying is you run around
in tights and a cape

trying to do good,
something bad's gonna happen.

I have you on a surveillance
video doing bad things, Carter.

So unless you start telling me

what happened in that alley,

you're going away for murder.

I was there, but I didn't kill
nobody, man.

The man you were robbing

said the guy in the super suit
took off after you.

These kicks can move crazy,
you know what I'm saying?

I ditched him.
Went on about my business.

Where'd you go?

I was looking to go party.

Bought my ass a prescription
for Oxy.

You okay?
Yeah.

Got some hillbilly heroin, huh?

It's good to know

some junkies never change.

Where'd you get it?

I want the name of the pharmacy.

Cool that. Cool that.

Took it to the Wallman's Drugs
on Broadway.

What about the dealer?

White guy, middleweight,

green pants, you know,
hospital threads.

Got a name?

We never had no formal
introductions, son.

Now can I go?

Sure, yeah.

Officer Nelson will show you
to your room.

Aw, come on, Flack.

I thought we were supposed
to be like brothers, man.

Yeah, well,
sometimes brothers fight.

♪ ♪

( phone line ringing)

WOMAN:
Hello?

I didn't even know Tyrell Mann

before two days ago.

In fact, I'd never
even heard of him.

Then how did you
wind up on his arm

in all the press photos?

He saw me at a party.
We hit it off.

And after the party?

We went back to his room

and got to know each other
better.

When I left him, he was
satisfied and alive.

The bruises on your wrist
suggest otherwise.

Did you have to defend
yourself, Charlene?

Maybe you said no,

he wasn't taking
no for an answer.

You're not leaving already?

The party's just
getting started.

Get away from me!

Baby, a 280-pound
lineman can't stop me.

What you gonna do?
( grunts)

You grabbed the first thing
you saw.

That's not what happened.

Yeah, there was a little
rough sex, but that's all.

I don't usually write my number
on the chests of dead men.

Any more questions?

No.

Just a suggestion.

Stay in town.

♪ ♪

TAYLOR:
All the envelopes are
addressed to Clark's brother.

How you doing over there?

I'm finding some similarities.

But Dr. Burr's handwriting
could have been forged.

I just need more time.

Hey, guys. The stains
on the money you found

in Clark's drawer came back as

phenylenediamine, naphtha,
trimethylbenzene

and a variety of color dyes.

Consistent with shoe polish.

You are good.

Oh, me and Black 49 Dye
go way back.

In the Marine Corps,

your shoes had to shine
as brightly as your brass.

Well, I found black, brown, tan.

Makes me think Steve
shined shoes for a living.

If he did, I know where...
Shoeshine row.

It's across the street
from the address

he scratched off
the envelope here.

390 9th Avenue.

It's the main branch
of the post office.

But how did Steve get his mail?

There's no P.O. box
at that address.

You don't need one.

Window 18 accepts general
deliveries for the homeless.

BONASERA:
So Steve was
on the street.

Well, no wonder he couldn't take
Clark home.

I told Clark he needed to stop

pretending to be a superhero.

He wouldn't listen to me.

That why the two of you fought

on your last visit?

Clark wanted me
to take him home.

I told him it wasn't time yet.

He got angry.

Did he hit you?

No, this was Mr. Dox,
the orderly.

He saw us fighting,
he nearly ripped my head off.

I don't want
to stay here anymore.

I want to go home with you.

You promised.

Next time, Clark.

No! You always say that.

I want to go home with you!

I want to go home
with you today!

Let go of me, Clark!

I want to go home with you.

I want to go home today!

Then what happened?

I left, I came back to work.

You were his legal guardian.

Means all federal benefits
went to you.

Yeah... $400 a month?

Yet you only gave him $50.

We found the envelopes.

What'd you do
with the other $350?

I used to have
a gambling problem.

And I still owe some money
on that.

It's not like Clark needed it
or anything.

Look, I did the best I could.

You work five blocks from
where your brother lived,

and you only went to
visit him once a month?

What do you want me to tell you?

That I was ashamed?

That the home
that he grew up in,

the one he thought
he was going back to

was taken by the bank
five years ago?

Detective, I live on the street.

How am I supposed
to take care of my brother?

I'm going to need you
to come down

and identify the body.

He wasn't always like this.

What do you mean?

Clark was four when it happened.

My mother wasn't feeling well,

and she wanted
to lay down and
take a nap.

She told me to look after Clark.

I was ten years old.

NARRATOR:
The mice tried desperately
to defend themselves.

Steve, look at me.

I can fly.

Steve.

Look at me.
I can fly.

They managed to revive him,
but he was never the same.

My mom never recovered.

She threw Clark in a hospital.

Pretty much drank herself
to death.

I have the same thought
every day...

I wish I could turn back time.

Why don't you come with me now?

I'll take you down
to the M.E.'s office.

( sighs)

All right, we have
Tyrell's trainer

with possible motive.

Tyrell asked me to get him ready

for the draft.

We have mystery woman
number one... Charlene.

When I left him,

he was satisfied and alive.

With no apparent motive,
but a lot of attitude,

which automatically makes her
a suspect in my book.

Detectives have interviewed
agents, players, coaches...

An entire posse of people

who only benefit

if Tyrell is alive
and playing football.

Which leaves us

with mystery woman number two,

who we can only identify
from the blood

on Tyrell Mann's
high school ring.

And we don't have
a murder weapon.

We're staring at fourth
and long, Montana.

Let's get something to eat.

I think better with food.

Wait a minute.

That's it... food.

Remember the guy who
worked for Room Service?

Ernie Albergo.

He told detectives

that he came to Tyrell Mann's
room to pick up the cart,

and that's when he found him.

Danny... look at these

crime scene photos.

Where's the cart?

It was rolled out of the room.

But according
to the police report,

not by Ernie.

So our killer rolled it out.

You know what?
You're onto something.

The carpet is stained

in this entire area here.

Yet, the padding below
was heavily stained

just in this one section,
and I couldn't figure out why.

The cart was wheeled out

just before Tyrell's blood
started seeping into the carpet,

and that is about the size
of the wheel.

But, Danny, there was

no blood trail from the cart.

We would have noticed it.

It didn't roll
through the vic's blood.

The weight of the cart forced
the fibers in the rug to bend,

and the blood was able to seep
through to the padding bellow.

So the killer wheeled
the cart out of the room

and down the hall,

away from Tyrell Mann's room,

where Housekeeping
picked it up that night,

which is why Ernie
didn't see it, and he went in.

But why would I kill somebody

then worry about moving
the room service cart out?

Because you're panicked.

You want to get
out of the hotel,

but first you have to hide
the murder weapon.

Housekeeping said
if they found anything,

it would be here.

You'd think they could have
organized this stuff

a little bit better, huh?

Alphabetical order, maybe?
Something.

Okay, here we go.

This is the exemplar.

The sample Dr. Burr provided us.

Notice how all the characters

slant ever so slightly
to the right?

But in the question document
we got off Carter,

all the letters are
perpendicular to the baseline.

Now take a look at the "Ts."

There's no pen lift

in the question document,
but the "T"

in Dr. Burr's sample

has a horizontal
initial stroke...

followed
by a separate downstroke.

It's made with two hand motions.

So the one that Carter had
was definitely a forgery.

If Dr. Burr didn't write
that prescription,

who sold it in that alley?

Here's your cause of death.

Diffuse axonal injury to the
medulla portion of the brain.

Your superhero short-circuited
from a blow to the head.

Death was instantaneous.

What kind of force would it take

to cause that kind of damage?

TAYLOR:
Didn't have
to be much.

Our victim was
already susceptible

due to a previous head trauma.

So either your killer had

significant knowledge
of human anatomy,

or that was one lucky punch.

Or a karate blow.

So you're looking

for someone with karate skills?

I think we already found him.

Mr. Dox, the orderly.

Danny...

blood from the pump came back
as a match to Tyrell Mann.

Means it's confirmed

as our
murder weapon.
Right.

And I got nothing from AFIS

off the prints I lifted
off the air pump,

but DNA from the prints
came back as a nondescript male

also not in the system.

You're very excited right now

for someone who's telling me
we don't have a suspect.

I'm getting to the good stuff.

DNA from the prints
off the air pump

and DNA from the blood
that you lifted

of Tyrell Mann's ring

have one allele
in common at 13 loci.

That means whoever
left the fingerprints

on the murder weapon
is the father or son

of our mystery woman whose
blood was on the ring.

You got it.
Wow.

And we don't have any names.

No, but we have
a starting point.

The DNA on the ring
was degraded.

Means it happened before
Tyrell Mann was murdered.

Right. So I say we start

at high school
when he got the ring.

Sounds good.
Great.

Danny.

Danny, there was a car accident.

That explains the knee injury.

MONROE:
Elaine Bradford was killed.

She was 17.

An only child.

That would've been pretty
hard on the parents.

It says Tyrell walked away
from the scene of the accident.

He didn't call for help.

Claimed he was
disoriented
and confused.

Here's a photo of Elaine
and Tyrell at the prom.

You see the necklace
she's wearing?

Can you zoom in?
Yeah.

Boom.

She's wearing Tyrell's ring
around her neck.

Her personal effects
would've been returned

after the autopsy to her family.

To her father.

It's tragic what happened.

Sad.

I coached Tyrell
when he was nine years old.

Flag football team.

Fast. Whoo!

( chuckles)

We knew he had it
even back then.

The last time I saw him
was over a year ago.

No, Mr. Bradford,

you saw him two nights ago
in his hotel suite.

You killed him.

No.

Your prints...

They're all over
the murder weapon.

No, I just went to talk to him.

You had an argument,

you grabbed the first thing
you could find,

and you stabbed him in the neck.

He just left her there.

He was driving
under the influence...

and he killed my daughter.

And you know what
they charged him with?

Fleeing the scene
of an accident.

He did about three weeks
of community service.

They didn't want to ruin
his future.

So you went to the hotel suite

to get your revenge.

No.

I just went to talk to him.

I went there
with good intentions.

I swear to you I did.

It's the ring
you gave my daughter.

I just want
to give you this, Tyrell.

You know what?

You keep it.
I don't want it.

I came all this way
to give it to you.

Man, why you doing
this to me today?

Why you trying to ruin
the best day of my life

bringing up the past?

That mess haunted me

for four and a half
years, but it's over.

It's forgotten.

Just get out of
here, man. Go.

I haven't forgotten
about Elaine.

I haven't forgotten
about what happened.

I'm calling Security
to get you out of here.

I went to tell him...

despite everything...

I wished him the best.

I just didn't...

get the chance to say it.

I'm sorry about your daughter.

I got nothing to say.

All right, well,
then let us do the talking.

Two nights ago,
Clark sees you steal

Dr. Burr's
prescription pad,

then arranged the sale
with Carter England.

Clark decides he's not going
to let you get away with it,

so he changes
into his alter ego...

but before he confronts you,

he tries to stop Carter
from killing an innocent man.

( tires screech, horn honks)

Sounds exciting.

I wish I was there.

FLACK:
So you're telling
me that you weren't

in the 64th Street alley
two nights ago?

Nowhere near it.

I want to believe you,
Mr. Dox, I really do.

Now, Detectives Taylor
and Bonasera here...

They definitely
don't believe you.

They're all about science,

and they've got a lot of stuff

that tells us that
you're our killer.

Me? I'm old school,

so I'm going to give you
the benefit of the doubt

by putting you in a lineup.

Thank you.

Before your lineup,

Mr. Dox, maybe
you can explain to us

why your handwriting
matches perfectly

with the prescription
that was sold in the alley

that you weren't in

two nights ago.

Here.

See for yourself.

Notice how there's no pen lift
on your "T"?

There isn't one here, either.

The prescription's
a good forgery.

Not good enough.

You remember
Carter England, don't you?

Clark was your friend.

He was a retard.

I got paid to pretend

I cared.

So you had no problem
killing him.

Said he was going to turn me in.

I was gonna knock
some sense into him...

You know, give him
a little beat down.

Stop right there.

Don't make me hurt you.

Clark, what are you doing here?

Clark!

What the hell you
think you're doing?

Who the hell
did he think he was?

He was just a man
in a phony yellow cape.

Put this guy in the cage.

OFFICER:
Let's go.

I wish you could've met Clark.

You would've liked him.

I'm sure I would have.

You know that money that
I brought him all those years?

He never spent any of it.

You know, I can't help but think

that he knew that I was going
to need it one day.

That's what superheroes do...

They come to the rescue.

Good luck, Steve.

Thank you.

( cell phone rings)

Mac Taylor.

I'm on my way.

♪ I am, I am ♪

♪ I am Superman ♪

♪ And I know what's happening ♪

♪ I am... ♪
( gunshot)

♪ I am ♪

♪ I am Superman ♪

♪ And I can do anything ♪

♪ If you go
a million miles away ♪

♪ I'll track you down, girl ♪

♪ Trust me when I say I know ♪

♪ The pathway to your heart ♪

♪ I am ♪

♪ I am Superman ♪

♪ And I know
what's happening ♪

♪ I am, I am ♪

♪ I am Superman ♪

♪ And I can do anything... ♪