All language subtitles for renegade_s05e04_five_minutes_to_midnight

Hi, I'm, uh,

betting you remember me, but then again,
we all live at the center of our own

universe, so in case you've forgotten,
my name is Bruce Cassidy.

You apprehended me eight years ago. I
was accused of a series of rapes and

murders.

Is it, is it coming back now? And boy,
what a, uh, a circus

that was.

You know, I was really wishing that you
would come to my trial. I had a sense

that you had some doubts, but maybe I
was fooling myself.

I mean, you just brought me back alive,
and you were just doing your job, right?

Anyway, as you can see, I lost.

Guilty as charged.

It has been an interesting eight years.
But don't worry, though. It all hasn't

been negative. It has given me some time
for reflection, meditation.

And that's why I'm contacting you,
Bobby.

I'm going to die a week from today. My
execution is set. My time is up.

And what I wanted to say to you, Bobby,
is...

I have no idea that I was innocent.

So when you read about my death in the
papers a week from tomorrow, I do not

want you to feel any guilt, any remorse.

My conscience is clear. I am at peace
with my God.

And I forgive you, Bobby.

My conscience is clear.

I am at peace with my God.

I forgive you, Bobby.

He was a cop and good at his job. But he
committed the ultimate sin and

testified against other cops gone bad.

Cops that tried to kill him but got the
woman he loved instead.

Framed for murder, now he prowls the
badlands.

An outlaw hunting outlaws. A bounty
hunter.

A renegade.

Over here, Einstein.

Well,

it's about time. I thought the cops were
going to beat you here. I got tied up.

Sandy, you take care of this.

I can live with that.

Maybe not.

Bobby, this is Wes Crowder. It's 20
grand on the hoof.

Listen, something has come up, Bob.

I've got to go out of town. Wait a
second.

You said $20 ,000. You didn't hear me.
You okay?

I'm okay, Reno. I can handle it. Yeah, I
just pulled an Uzi off this guy. I

don't want him in the car with her. All
right, all right. I'll take care of him.

Don't move.

Stay right there.

All right.

Bill will run alongside. Can you handle
that? You okay?

Yeah. Can I have a minute with you,
please?

I don't know what's going on, but I've
never seen you pass up collecting a

before. First time for everything. Where
are you going?

Listen, you go out and find these
mysterious jaunts yourself. I have no

questions asked. You always tell me not
to.

Now the shoe's on the other foot. I'll
be back in a week.

off with an auto -redial. Do they deal
with my speedy trial question on

Excuse me.

I don't want to insult you by asking if
you are too busy, but you may not

remember me. My name is Bobby. Sticks
killer.

Bounty hunter.

You busted Bruce Cassidy.

Pretty good memory. That was eight years
ago.

You're here a week early for the
execution.

Not exactly.

Is there a pre -injection party I don't
know about, or are you here to scalp

tickets? Please don't be cynical, Ms.
Holt. But I was contacted by Mr.

He claimed that he was innocent.

He's been planning that since the day
you brought him in. Well, I felt

to come by.

And what? Check out his story?

It's a little late for that.

Look, I was just the arresting agent.
Excuse me!

But I wasn't even called about the
trial.

Well, it's a good thing, too. As I
recall, it might have interfered with

busy schedule of interviews and talk
shows.

Okay, I admit. I was young. I was
ambitious.

Now you're middle -aged and guilt
-stricken? Or maybe you sense another

op. Don't you get it?

I'm here offering you my services. And
don't you get it? It's too late.

So if you want my help or sympathy or
encouragement, you can go pound sand.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have clients
who need me.

What are you doing here?

Backing up my partner and catching some
rays, you know.

You followed me.

No, I didn't follow you. I was going
this way.

Don't I have any rights? Don't I have
any privacy?

Bobby. You know, go home.

Look, I don't understand something. You
know everything there is to know about

me, and I thought I knew just as much
about you. Now, what did you do that's

terrible that you can't tell me?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. That's my problem.

Did you find him? Well, I never lost
him.

He still won't talk to me. Where are
you?

Santa Linda.

He pulled up here, went right in the
courthouse.

Santa Linda?

Santa Linda.

What are you doing?

File check. Have we ever done business
there?

Not as long as I've been with him. It
must have been before 92.

Okay, one hit.

Rape, murder, $100 ,000, 1988.

88?

That must have been one of his first
cases.

Wait a minute.

I know this face.

Oh, my God.

It's Bruce Cassidy.

Bruce Cassidy? The same guy that's
getting executed this week? I don't

there's two of them.

I have no regrets about seeing capital
punishment return to California.

On the contrary, I welcome it.

And if you check the record, you will
find that my office has been single

-handedly responsible for making sure
that Bruce Cassidy's execution does not

sink into the usual morass.

of loopholes and technicalities. Do you
expect a last -minute intervention by

the governor?

You'll have to ask me in about an hour.
I have a phone conference with him right

now. Thank you.

Mr. Wolfe, one quick question.

Mr. Wolfe? Kent, no more, sir. I'm not a
reporter. My name is Bobby Sixkiller.

I arrested Bruce Cassidy.

The bounty company. Yeah, I remember.

That's correct. Listen, I just have a
small question.

There were other rapes in Santa Linda
around that time that were attributed to

Bruce Cassidy.

but weren't solved.

Please, Mr. Wolfe. The evidence against
Cassidy was overwhelming.

He was convicted of six counts of rape
and five counts of murder.

Now, it wasn't my job to pin every
atrocity in the state on him, just

remove him from society.

So those cases are still open?

I'm a lawyer, not a cop.

I moved on. I suggest you do, too. Wait,
one last thing. You were a small -town

prosecutor when you first met Bruce
Cassidy, and now a deputy attorney

You rode here on that man's back.

Don't you think you owe it to him to
make sure that nothing's been

No. Well, I think you do.

I think we both do.

Well, you know what they say about
opinions, Mr. Sixkiller. Will you at

authorize me to examine the police files
on those copycat cases?

I'm keeping the governor waiting.

I've got to get you some medical
benefits.

Why? Because your hearing's gone bad.

Bruce Cassidy.

How'd you find out?

Come on, man.

I learned from the best, remember?

Come on, let's go for a walk.

It was 1988.

I'd just left Las Vegas, getting ready
to set up my shop.

The ink on my business cards wasn't even
dry yet.

And along comes a six -figure bounty.

Yeah, but it wasn't the money.

It was the heat.

Santa Linda was in an uproar.

Women packing guns.

People scared out of the woods.

Gotta remember those five women dead,
and I was ready to rock and roll.

Wanted to make a name for yourself.

So the cops, they pinned it on Cassidy,
and I brought him in. I was damn good,

too.

Every skip tracer in the country was
here, and I was the one who dug him out.

what's the problem?

I was so bent on busting this guy, Reno,
that I never listened to anything he

was saying.

Oh, what, he proclaimed his innocence?

Well, that's not the first time. First
one of mine.

And the first one to die.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that
I... I was just never sure about this

case.

Okay.

You know, you kind of owe him, too, you
know.

What? It was my doubts about him.

It was part of the reason why I never
turned you over to Dutch Dixon.

Look, if a guy winds up doing life and
you find that you were wrong, you can

bring new evidence to light.

But if he's dead, there's no going back.

Zack.

Just got to be sure, brother.

Just got to know the truth.

All right, then.

We've got five days, old buddy.

I didn't expect an in -person visit.

That's okay. I didn't know I would be
coming here either.

How are you?

Wouldn't recommend it to anybody.

Look at you.

And isn't this ironic? I mean, here I'm
doing fine, and you're the one who's

suffering. Are you innocent?

Yes.

They had you, Bruce.

They had evidence, witnesses.

Well, they were wrong, Bobby.

It happens.

And you can prove that.

Oh, come on, Bobby. He's the real guy.
Kept going even after I was in jail.

I'm trying my best to.

Have those case files open for me.

I wish you luck.

I don't need any luck. I need a place to
start. I've already gone to see Jessica

Holt, Zachary Wolfe. Wolfe, yeah, like
he's gonna help. You know, I am his

to fame. I made him.

I'm open to further suggestions.

One rape was committed while I was in
jail, another during my trial.

Zachary Wolfe just swept them under the
rug.

Called them copycats.

Time's up, Mr. Killer.

It's a friend.

We need to talk.

Alone. I believe we're a little bit past
the point of embarrassment.

All right. I've just come from the
governor's office.

He's refused to intervene.

It's over, Bruce.

And I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

What happened?

Cassidy's appeal has been rejected.

I was there when the attorney brought in
the news.

Well, Sandy's been doing her homework.
She's uncovered some pretty weird stuff.

Only one of the victims survived the
first set of rapes. If you can call it

surviving. She played dead and Cassidy
left her.

Allegedly left her.

Right.

Well, somebody left her for dead and she
hasn't fully recovered. She's in a

lockdown ward in Camarillo. She claims
that Cassidy, or the rapist...

Talk to her in different voices.

Anything else?

Well, then there were the two later
rapes done with the same M .O.

One of those victims died. The other is
still around.

But there's a problem. See, she swears
that Bruce Cassidy raped her.

Which is impossible.

It was locked up.

But I'm going to go talk to her anyway.

Didn't seem like there's anything left
for me to do.

Actually, I need the police files on
this copycat rape so I can look for

details. It's going to be tough.

The local cops are not cooperating. You
can forget about Zachary and Wolf. What

about Cassidy's lawyer?

She is not a fan of mine.

Well, make her one. Turn on that six
-killer charm.

Win her over with your desperate quest.

I'm going to see if she'll take a bribe.

Check your case file.

Mississippi versus Renfro.

I'm going to call you back.

I won't take up too much of your time.
No, you won't.

Why don't you drop the rock for ten
seconds and speak to me? Please show Mr.

Sixkiller the door.

Not if you ever want to have children.

Now sit.

Sit! During the trial, you were given
some police files on the copycat rapes.

that correct?

Yeah, after two weeks of kicking and
screaming, a fat lot of good they did

Why did you introduce them into
evidence?

Why, and let Zachary Wolfe make me look
like an idiot?

A victim who swears that Kathy raped her
while he was in jail?

I want to see them. Why? What good is it
going to do you? Is it that you don't

understand that I'm here to help you? Or
is it that you're too damn proud to

accept help once it's offered? If I give
you the files, will you please?

Please get out of my life.

Till I need you again? Yes.

Temple? Do I know you?

My name is Vince Black. I work for the
man who arrested Bruce Cassidy.

Then I don't want to talk to you.

I can understand that.

You can, can't you?

No, of course not.

Well, at least you're honest.

Come on in.

Do you know that Mr. Casta gave me this
chair?

You mean he put you in that chair?

Well, that too.

Last May, this arrived on my doorstep
with a note that said that he

forgave me for accusing him falsely. Can
we talk about that, Miss Temple?

What about what?

You said that he's the man who attacked
you, and I believe you.

No, you don't. Nobody does.

Everybody thinks I'm crazy. I mean, how
could he have raped me when he was in

jail? I really want to understand how
that happened.

I remember the feel of him.

I remember the threads in his jacket.

I remember the smell of him. That's how
I knew he was in my room waiting for me.

I could smell the blood.

Blood? And I remember his face.

And I know he was in jail.

And I know it was dark.

But I'd swear to it in court that it was
him.

He was six inches away from me.

Bruce Cassidy raped me in my own house,
in my own room.

Isn't that supposed to be a place where
someone feels safe?

I'm here for... I'm trying to stop your
son's execution.

So Bruce was living with you here in
1988, wasn't he? Yes.

It was wonderful.

Now the place is going to ruin.

Sometimes I call Brucie to fix
something.

And I realize she's not here.

So you knew when he came and went and
where he spent his time? Oh, you know

who can keep track of them.

When I told that lawyer of his, I'd go
on the stand and say anything she

She told me that wouldn't be necessary.

I guess she was wrong.

So you don't remember where he was the
night of the crime?

Oh, he was right here.

At home. With me.

That was taken during a vacation.

Bruce went away for a while.

He doesn't look very happy. I was ill at
the time.

He missed his mother, I'm sure.

Oh, I don't even know why I keep that
one.

When there's so many sunnier times.

Hey, I hope you did a lot better than I
did.

Did you rock out on the police reports?

No, I got the police reports right here.
That's the good news. What's the bad

news? The bad news is, take a look at
this.

Two rapes? Two pages, that's all? That's
it.

I've got another one for you. I met
Bruce Cassidy's mother today.

It turns out she was a rape victim
herself.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes. Little Bruce was just seven.
She was the waitress. A couple of

followed her home.

It happened right in front of the boy.

Rich was sent to a state home until she
could get her head back together.

It took two years.

Hey, somebody's holding out on you. What
do you mean? There's a staple hole in

this report.

So? Page one of a two -page report.
Where's the other one?

Man, you're getting paranoid.

I'm not getting paranoid. He used to be
a cop, remember?

There's no field interviews.

Let me take a look at that.

Well, the reporting officer's name is
Gerald Fielding.

There's another page to this report out
there somewhere.

Maybe Fielding's got a copy.

I doubt that. But he may remember the
case. I think we should find him. You go

and find him.

I'm going to go visit somebody who has a
lot of explaining to do.

Jerry Fielding?

Who wants to know?

I'm Vince Black, a bounty hunter. I work
for the man who brought in Bruce

Cassidy. The Indian?

I heard his back kicking over rocks.

Actually, we're trying new angles.

Not interested. I put that whole
business behind me long ago.

Really?

A good cop like yourself?

Ex -cop.

I retired in 92.

Were you satisfied with the city's
efforts in solving those other rapes,

ones that happened after Cassidy was
arrested?

How could I be? We never caught the guy.

Can I fill you a police report?

Where's the rest of the paper?

I was hoping you could tell me. There's
more, isn't there?

Hell, yes. These were raves, for God's
sakes. There was lab work, evidence

skips. There was a whole raft of stuff.
Maybe he got buried because nobody

wanted to jeopardize the Cassidy case.

You've never felt right about this, have
you?

Some other guy getting a free pass.

It's just not right.

What drove me nuts was the identifier.

On cases like this, there's usually one
clue you keep for the public.

To weed out phony confessors, I'm aware
of that. I used to be a cop myself.

Well, then you know it's usually the
scariest detail, the one you don't want

getting out.

In this case, it was the blood.

Victim's blood?

No, animal blood.

Animal blood?

You heard me. All around the crime
scene.

Mammal, but not human.

Was it a ritual type of thing? No, not
enough for that. Just traces, but very

definite. But Cassidy was already in
jail.

Right.

So if this was a new series of serial
murders, there was no serial pattern

why use an identi... Are you saying
there was animal blood at Cassidy's

scenes too?

Thank you, sir. For what? I didn't give
you a thing. Anyone asks, you tell them.

We've got to talk. I'm late for an
appointment.

You have held evidence in the Cassidy
trial.

What are you talking about?

Animal blood.

At the rape scenes.

The identifier clue. I didn't want to
cause a panic. Bull!

You wouldn't miss grabbing headlines
like that.

You knew that evidence would open the
floodgates of the copycat crimes. You

played it safe.

You made sure his attorney never got
full police reports.

My case was ironclad. I didn't need the
blood to hang that monster.

Did you ever tie that blood to Cassidy?

His shoes, his clothes.

Can I see your license, Mr. Sixkiller?

Very nice.

I suggest you frame it.

It's going to be the last one you're
ever issued.

We've got him.

What you've got is a senile cop who
won't go on record.

He practically admitted faking the case.
Practically doesn't count. And

threatening your license is not an
admission of prosecutorial misconduct,

we could never, ever prove.

Don't you get it?

If a judge would hear this... That's the
problem. A judge never will hear this.

They would if you would tell them. Why?
Because it casts a reasonable doubt on

Cassidy's guilt?

Yes, damn right.

Wake up.

That phase of the trial ended eight
years ago.

Guilt and innocence no longer matter.

What do you mean it no longer matters?

Once guilt is found and the appeals are
exhausted, that's it. No more new

evidence. Well, that's ridiculous.

I agree, but it's the law.

Since 1900, at least 23 people have been
executed in the United States who were

subsequently proven to be innocent.

You mean to tell me even if I could help
prove Cassidy innocent, it wouldn't

matter? Since the first day you came in
here.

The only thing that could help Bruce now
is a quirk, a fluke, a procedural

technicality. Then why am I doing all
this?

For yourself.

This is your own conscience, but I'm
afraid it's also too late for that.

Bobby.

An innocent man is going to die.

And you started the ball rolling.

You have to live with that.

I can't believe you're just going to
roll over and walk away. What do you

me to do, huh? I don't believe it. You
may not believe in gravity. It doesn't

mean you can fly. Come on.

You're Bobby Sixkiller and this is
America.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Land of the
free. Home of the media.

Maybe the law can't save Cassidy.

But if I were to walk onto the front
steps of the Times... and confess to all

Cassidy's crimes.

Bad idea, pal. Well, I'm not talking
about me. If we stage a big media event

with a real killer, don't you think the
governor will grant Cassidy a stay till

it sorts itself out? We only have one
problem.

We do not have the true killer.

Correction, there's two problems.

I just checked your message machine.

Go ahead, spit it out, girl.

You're out of business.

They just suspended your license.

Oh, man, Zachary Wolfe. The attorney
general?

You don't mess around.

We're dead. The hell we are.

We don't need a license to do this job
because nobody's paying us.

We're just trying to find out the truth.
The last time I heard, you don't need a

license to do that.

You know something, pal?

Every once in a while, I remember why I
keep you around.

Good news or the bad news?

I don't like it when you do that. Do
what? The good news, bad news thing,

Well, I'll just go ahead and give you
the news, and you can tell me if it's

or bad.

I say animal blood, and the chamber
comes through with a list of every place

town that handles meat. That would be
good news. That's the bad news.

Slaughterhouses, butcher shops, grocery
stores, veterinarians.

Well, what's the good news?

You see, you don't like playing this
game. Well, you cut it out.

All right. The good news is everything
on this.

It is also on this.

Which is good news because... Because
Sandy can cross -reference this with the

city's list of known sex offenders,
arrests, and complaints.

Which she will cleverly hack into.

In a matter of minutes.

What are we waiting for?

I'm sorry to bother you again, Mrs.
Cassidy, but time is running out on you,

son. Oh, nonsense.

This won't actually hurt Bruce.

It's going to do more than just hurt
him, unless you can help me. Bruce is a

good boy.

The apple of his mother's eye.

I believe you, Mrs. Cassidy, but you
have to be honest with me.

You told me this picture was taken while
Bruce was on vacation, and that wasn't

quite true. What?

Vacation? Yes.

In the mountains.

You were raped, Mrs. Cassidy.

And it took you a long time to get over
it, didn't it? So Bruce went away for a

while so you could rest.

I'm sorry.

It's been so long, you'd think I
wouldn't feel ashamed anymore.

You were a victim.

It happened to you.

Just like being robbed or mugged.

Are there any other secrets that you're
ashamed of?

Secrets maybe about Bruce?

You have every right to keep them to
yourself, but not if it's something that

can save your son's life. Something like
maybe where he was the night of those

crimes. No, no, there's nothing.

Bruce is a good boy. The apple of his
mother's eye.

I love my boys.

Boys?

Mama loves her boys.

Bruce is an only child.

Miss Alter, we're reopening a felony
case, and we need to question an ex

-employee of yours named Floyd Johnston.

I'm sorry.

Can't help you. He doesn't work here
anymore.

Well, when did he quit?

I didn't say he quit, but if I left, I
wouldn't want my boss giving out my

address. Miss Alter, have you lived here
long?

All my life.

Then you remember the Bruce Cassidy
rapes. Are you kidding? You don't forget

something like that.

Well, somebody did forget crimes like
that. Two women were raped in Santa

while Bruce Cassidy had the whole town
looking the other way.

Those women never got any justice, and
that's what we're trying to fix. That

was, what, eight years ago?

How can you possibly catch someone after
all this time?

Well, we can't unless you help us.

Now, you said that he didn't quit.

Was he fired or laid off?

Fired, actually.

I remember because we had a big blowout
with the state.

We had to go to court over his
unemployment benefit.

Look at this.

What?

Your draft.

9 -11 opener.

Oh, my God, Sandy. Thank you.

You have reached the offices of Robert
Sixkiller, bounty hunter extraordinaire.

Leave a message at the tone.

Robert, Sandy, when you get this
message, please call me. I think I could

to something.

Bruce Cassidy.

I love a little dunk.

Lost him. Off the back fence. Took off
like he knew the neighborhood.

Did you get a good look at him?

If I didn't know better, I would have
sworn that that was Bruce Katz.

It's all starting to make sense now.

That woman I met.

The one that swore she was raped by
Bruce Cassidy.

Remind me to call her.

Suddenly we have a lot in common.

Sarah.

Bruce has a brother, doesn't he?

Of course not.

Bruce is an only child.

That's not true.

You were raped and that rape produced a
child, didn't it?

I love my boys.

They're good boys.

Bruce has a brother that looks a lot
like him. The right light, the right

circumstances.

Which ones are Floyd Johnson?

Don't you call him that. That isn't his
name.

What's his name? John.

Johnny.

Johnny Cassidy.

Got that other name from those foster
people.

About the only thing they ever gave him.

You had to give him away, didn't you?

I couldn't keep him.

I could barely keep me and Bruce.

And every time I looked at Johnny...
When did Johnny

come back into your life?

Good boys.

Sarah?

1984.

Bruce brought him home from work one
day.

Johnny looked Bruce up, searching for
his real kin.

It was wonderful.

Like they'd never been apart.

They liked all the same things.

All the same girls.

Where did he live, Sarah?

Does he still stay here?

Oh, no.

Not since Bruce left.

Then where did he stay?

I don't know.

He gets mail sometimes.

I just send it on.

Where do you send it?

To the post office.

He keeps a mailbox down in Ventura.

Sandy, it's got to matter we're so
close.

Not unless you get Floyd or Johnny,
whatever his name is, to come in here

confess. Jessica, Bruce never told you
any of this? Never, I swear it. You sure

he's willing to die to save this brother
of his? I'd love to ask him, but I

can't get to him. He's cut me off.

What are you talking about? You're his
lawyer.

He's in death watch now. It's his last
24 hours on Earth.

He gets to pick his visitors, and I'm
not on the list. Who is?

Just his chaplain and Mr. Sixkiller.

Sounds like I better get down there. Not
so fast.

Do you remember our moves in the DeNova
case?

Like it was yesterday.

Not a chance.

You're under arrest, Floyd. Don't be
stupid.

Me stupid? I'm the one with the hostage.

Now back!

Sorry to do that. I had to lock your
door.

You're a real smartass, aren't you?

Now drop it! Can't do that. They taught
us at Crime Stoppers School that you'd

probably just kill us anyway.

Drop it.

Okay. Okay.

Here we go.

Hurry it up!

By the way, there's a man hurtling down
upon you at about 50 miles an hour on a

Harley Davidson.

Shut the hell up!

Don't say I didn't warn you.

You just didn't do two rapes. You did
all eight, didn't you? I don't know what

you mean. You know what I mean.

And you're gonna let your brother die
for you?

Hey! Get him off me!

You better tell me the truth, pal.

Or I swear I'll waste you right here.

He's guilty, all right, Bobby.

He's right.

I am. I'm guilty.

But so is his brother, Bruce.

Listen to him.

He's telling the truth.

Remember the woman who swore the rapist
had two voices?

And that case up in L .A., the Hillside
Strangler case?

Two guys, cousins?

Well, Floyd here and his brother Bruce
did the first couple of rapes together.

Then when you popped Bruce, Floyd kept
going.

I just want to know why.

Why what?

Why you used me.

Did you want your brother to get caught?

Very good, Bobby. Oh, you did it.

Yeah, I did it. Now answer the question.

In my position, there really is no
downside.

A, you go after Floyd.

He kills you. I win.

I take you down with me. B, you go after
Floyd. You catch him, which maybe buys

me a few months while everybody sorts
through the confusion.

I win again.

You forgot C.

Which is?

That there is no confusion.

Floyd gets his own trial.

You're still dead.

You lose.

You see, I hate to correct you, but I
win again.

My sentence sets a precedent for his. So
once all his appeals are finally up, me

and Floyd hook up together again.

Scamming chicks in hell.

Pooh! Pooh!

Get me away from this creep.

Penitentiary where just hours ago
convicted serial rapist and murderer

Cassidy was executed by lethal
injection.

The event was witnessed by law
enforcement officials and Cassidy's

Jessica Holt, along with the families of
Cassidy's victims.

And Robert.

And Robert. The execution was almost
made when a second rapist, an accomplice

Cassidy's, was captured earlier this
week.

Deputy Attorney General Zachary Wolf has
this comment. Today, California is a

safer place in which to live.

Give me a minute with him.

You okay?

I'm actually glad it's all over.

Hey, got something for you.

State review upheld your ticket.

You're good for another five.

Really?

Thinking about calling it quits.

I know it doesn't feel like it, but you
won.

You're right. It doesn't feel like it.
You saw two rapes and a murder.

And you put away the guy who did them.
Yeah, but... You found the truth, man.

You know what?

Sometimes the truth is the killer.